Korra let loose a fatigued sigh as she finished her last kata of her evening training. Walking across the cool sand of the beach adjacent to the Sato mansion she was now living in. The owner of said mansion was waiting for her inside, a pleased smile on her face as Korra walked in, placing a swift kiss on her lips.
“Welcome home,” Asami said softly, her green eyes locked with Korra's. “It must have been a good session.”
“Yeah, it was fine but I'm actually-” a rumble suddenly cut off Korra's sentence, low and loud. “Well I guess my stomach can tell you better than I can. What's for dinner tonight?”
Asami smirked at the barely discernible blush on her lover's face and motioned towards the dining room. “I had some chefs prepare that rich stew you were such a fan of last weekend, along with plenty of specially seasoned bison meat and bread.”
“Going extravagant on me now?” Korra asked, moving towards the dining room.
“Well you said how much you enjoyed that meal last weekend and since I've seen where you grew up, I want to ensure that you have a happy, content life with me, however long that may be.”
Korra remembered their first time years ago, the then nineteen year olds holding each other underneath the cool sheets in Asami's bed.
“Stay with me,” Asami had asked, “For as long as you have left, stay with me.”
Peace had come early after Amon and Toralaq, Korra's abilities as a bender now barely needed. Tenzin, Lin, Mako, Bolin, and other allies and followers of the Avatar were now all busy aiding the world. Giving Korra and Asami all the time Korra had left to be together. Asami still had Sato Industries, but more and more often she delegated from home as the pair moved about, finally settling in this mansion. By now in their mid twenties, both were done with saving the world.
Korra's blue eyes widened as she saw the spread Asami had provided for her, saliva pooling along her gums as she sat down, tearing a large chunk of bread in half and cramming said half in her mouth. Swallowing quickly, she dipped the other half in the first bowl of creamy stew she could reach, chewing with abandon.
Asami giggled at her lover's lack of manners, calmly sitting down to her own bowl of stew and bread, spearing a slice of bison meat for good measure. Taking a single, savoring, bite, Asami chewed slowly and basked in Korra's pleasure.
An hour later, both women were full, Korra venting a loud belch and chuckling at the volume of it while Asami just shrugged. “Better here than in bed.”
“That was one time!” Asami stared at her lover, Korra back-pedaling. “Okay, okay, well I'm an air bender and that's air. I'm just practicing my skills.”
“If you say so,” Asami replied, patting her own full middle. She wasn't looking forward to the extra hours of training she'd need to burn this off. But then she looked again at Korra, at the Avatar's giddy expression, the obvious pleasure as she rubbed her stuffed stomach. Opening her lips, Asami's mind started painting a rather exciting, decadent image. The kind that would have never existed before she met Korra. With the image fully formed in her head as she finally spoke, Asami couldn't hide her excitement. “Dessert then?”
Korra sighed. Then she grunted. But as much as she pulled or straightened, she couldn't get her belt to tie or her pants to button. Her middle was to blame, the toned abs she had a little over three months ago were now the property of her memory. Sitting back down on the bed, she winced as she felt her rear quiver just a bit with extra flesh and gnashed her teeth as she felt her thighs start to touch just a little.
Placing a hand on her right cheek, Korra huffed, before feeling her hand sink just that much more into the bits of chub now coating her face. There was no denying it, she was getting larger. She had always had a healthy appetite, often asking for seconds, but this was something else entirely.
Nothing had changed that she could recall. She still did her katas, still exercised when she could. The bedroom door opened then, Asami entering, a large covered tray in her hand. The early morning sun peeked in through the slightly open shades, the light reflecting off the silver of the tray and covering. Opening it, Korra's nostrils widened just a tad as a bevy of odors came to life. There was seasonings from Ba Sing Se, she was sure, a cherry sauce of some kind, and all of it dolloped on several large, chocolate-coated pastries.
“What are these?”
“Just some eclairs with a few extra bits added by the chefs.” Asami took one for herself and took a large bite, chewing carefully, and swallowing before handing the tray to Korra. “Better eat them before they get stale.”
Korra nodded, taking one bite and then another, watching as Asami's hand darted out to snag another eclair. As the two ate, Korra took stock of Asami's figure. Of course she had noticed the gradual change Asami's lithe frame had undergone, but she never really paid it much mind, loving her regardless of anything else. But now, framed by the sunlight, she clearly saw Asami's new shape.
The Sato Industries owner had a gut now, starting to droop into an apron of flesh. Her thighs were touching, her face round and with an extra ring of flesh around her chin, her breasts larger and starting to sag, all of her was far larger than Korra expected.
“Surpassing my father in more ways than pure business acumen and morals, yes. Or just plain fat, if you would prefer.”
“Why do you sound so calm about this?”
“Because I am, dear, simple as that.” Asami finished her second eclair, gently moving the now empty tray aside and sitting to Korra's right, the bed creaking just a bit as she did so. “Look, I can tell that you're not so thrilled about this and for my part in your expansion I apologize.”
“You mean you wanted me to be like this?!”
“I just saw how happy you were eating, the joy you take from it, the pleasure evident from every bit of you after attaining a full stomach, that I thought you'd enjoy more of yourself.”
“Don't get me wrong the food's great and how much you're giving me is wonderful, but taking things this far? I mean don't you miss your training? Your martial arts skills?”
“Not particularly. Father pressed the training and the hand to hand exercises, which I've dutifully followed through with until you showed me just how enjoyable letting go could be. Do you think I'm hideous now, with so much of me quivering and jiggling about?”
Here Asami took Korra's hand and placed it on her stomach. Korra blushed and pressed into that soft surface, feeling just a bit of resistance from the pastries the industry captain had just consumed. “No, I'll always love you, no matter what, it's just your health I'm worried about.”
“Well don't, Korra, I have it well provided for. So will you be training again today?”
“Yes, care to join me?”
“I'll watch and work on my tan,” Asami replied.
Korra was wheezing after a second sprint down a quarter of the way along the shore, hunching over and taking deep gasps of air.
“Huff...hungh...aghaa!” Her lungs burned, her heart was pounding, sweat was pooling from every pore and she felt her body jostle this way and that as she turned around to stare at Asami, lounging on a beach chair, munching on some more eclairs.
Korra's stomach rumbled and she groaned. Putting one aching foot in front of the other, Korra made her way up to Asami, her shadow blocking her lover's sun.
“I'm not the biggest fan of training anymore,” Korra replied. “I'm going back to the house. Have you asked the chefs to cook lunch yet?”
Asami got to her feet as well, wrapping a tubby arm around Korra's wider waist and chuckled. “Of course, these eclairs were just an appetizer. I've got a feast planned just for us.”
Korra licked her lips, knowing that there would likely be no turning back from this decision, as she put one foot in front of the other, striding with purpose as Asami waddled beside her.
Korra opened her eyes from the hour or so power nap she'd managed to take, Asami's fat frame nestled beside her, the captain of industry wearing a pleased grin on her face.
“What's got you so happy?”
“This,” Asami replied, placing a hand on Korra's gut and shaking it. The vibrations rippling at the motion made Korra chuckle a bit before returning the favor, aiming a hard slap on Asami's right butt cheek. “Ouch,” Asami deadpanned, pouting a bit.
Korra reached out a tubby arm and grabbed some of their second lunch that remained on the cart, in this case half a hoagie sandwich crammed with meat, mayo, and various other sauces. Pressing it towards Asami's lips, Korra's blue eyes gleamed as she watched her lover open her mouth as wide as it could go. A large bite severed the sandwich, only a quarter remaining, as Asami's cheeks bulged while she chewed. Swallowing after half a minute, Asami breathed heavily as the mass of food traveled towards her stomach.
“Anything else on that cart?”
Korra looked that way again, spying the crock pot still thee fourths full of that thick, hearty stew she adored so much. Concentrating her power, fine trails of the stuff spiraled through the air, streamers of it all coalescence into one stream, heading towards Asami's mouth. Holding the liquid in place, Korra looked back towards the love of her life.
The broth was thick, hearty, and filled with spices and meats to promote high fat content. It was warm as it slid into her mouth, forced their by Korra's power, Asami swallowing with all due diligence. Gulp, gulp, gulp...on and on it went but at a slow pace.
So warm, Asami thought, so filling, I'm getting so-she cut off her observation as the last of the pot entered her. Had she so lost track of time? Bits of stew ringed her lips, joining the sweat and extra flesh found there.
“Huff...hngh...ugh...Korra that was...incredible.”
“I'm glad you enjoyed it. That gut of yours can sure hold a lot,” Korra replied, gently stroking Asami's engorged middle, the flesh there turning near scarlet owing to how turgid all that stew and food had made it. Korra moved from looking at that bloated middle to Asami's smaller thighs, round rear, and somewhat softer breasts. All of her was just getting bigger and bigger, what with Asami deciding to retire from active control of the company, running it through trusted subordinates and proxies who could do the legwork instead.
As for herself, Korra wasn't far behind Asami in size now. Oh she still kept up her bending training, but had forgone all exercise. Some muscle tone still existed on her body, but it was nigh indiscernible in the face of her gluttony.
Asami's hand on her chin drew her attention back to her, the woman bringing her face up to meet her eyes.
“Next time you're water bending a whole pot into yourself.”
“What do I get in return?”
“The satisfaction of being such a huge pig that you can hold an entire pot of stew in your stomach.”
“That won't cut it.”
Asami smirked then, placing a deep kiss on her lips before parting. “I'll just have to surprise you with something at a later date then. But only after you water-bend the stew, understood?”
Korra nodded, getting out of bed and waddling towards the cart, ringing the bell.
The cart was whisked away by the mansion staff, a fully stocked replacement before Korra before five minutes had passed.
“Care for some dessert, Asami?”
Asami's face paled and she shook her head. “Don't even joke about it!”
“But what fun is a porky princess if I can't tease her every now and then?” Korra replied, taking her finger and swiping up a dollop of frosting from an eye-catching chocolate cake, licking along the digit.
“Keep doing that and we'll need to change the sheets again,” the heiress muttered, drinking in the sight of so much Korra starting her fifth meal of the day, loins starting to secrete as her Avatar buried her face in the cake, grunting and snorting as she masticated away.
Korra did indeed water bend an entire pot into her body, leaving the skinnier woman bloated and gasping for breath all while Asami lightly tapped her fingers along her lover's engorged frame. From there they continued to feast every day, at whatever pace suited them. Lovemaking generally followed though sometimes the pair were content enough to hold one another, hands going to the flabby expanses that made up the majority of their figures nowadays. Asami preferred Korra's apron-like middle while Korra was enamored with her older lover's rear end, the constantly quivering mass of butt flesh now almost a quarter of one of the Sato Industries billboards.
Weeks passed, then months, the staff that served the mansion were given vacations as they needed them and one day, after measuring themselves in the nude, the pair sent everyone away. There was just Korra, now larger than Asami, and Asami, still by far the fattest woman other than the Avatar herself either could recall seeing. Korra smirked at the scale's readout, patting her middle and pinching Asami's rear.
“Don't look so sad, Asami, it's just forty pounds!”
“I'm not sad, dear, I'm just wondering how much larger we should be getting. We're close to needing custom made clothing, after all.”
“Well I'm fine with continuing,” Korra replied, moaning a bit as she pressed closer to Asami's backside, gripping the pudding that had been firm muscle months ago and kneading heartily.
“Then we'll be getting larger, since you love it so much.”
“What do you want?”
Asami turned around then, hips ghosting and smooshing along Korra's own before Asami's smaller, multi-rolled gut was pressing against the Avatar's. There was a fierce ambition in her eyes, nearly matched by the giddy grin upturning her lips. “I want to be much, much, bigger. That image your adorably full self gave me all that time ago makes the person you are now look positively waif-like. We've both got a lot of work to do, especially me.”
“Is it really work if we both love it so much?”
“Yes, now let's raid the pantry and fridge to see what our dear servants have left for us in the way of aiding our sedate lifestyle.”
There were bricks of frozen butter, wheels of cheese, bar after bar of dark and milk chocolate. Of course there were other, more tasty options such as the usual ice cream, burgers, and two foot long submarine sandwiches, but Asami took one look at the butter, cheese, and chocolate before her mind was made up. Securing one of the many carts needed around the mansion nowadays, both women soon had the lot of Asami's choices rolling towards their bedroom.
Once inside, Asami lay herself on her bed, great gasps escaping her lips as she caught her breath from walking a taxing distance in her overweight body.
“Mghngh! Yeah?!” Korra asked, slumping to the carpeted floor of their bed as she finished pushing the cart through the doorway, the effort of actually exerting physical effort leaving her obese frame jiggling this way and that.
“Lift some cheese...and several blocks of butter....huff...over my face and melt them with your fire bending, please?”
“Of...huff...course!” Korra replied, steadying herself and getting to her feet, bending over, her gut blocking her feet from view as she vented several more wheezes before fully standing. Reaching out her arms, she grabbed as many cheese wheels and butter as she could, the stuff ice cold in her arms. Focusing her energy, fire danced along the flab of her arms, outlining her figure in an aura of deep orange and red. The flames didn't burn her skin, caused not even a cell's worth of damage to her vastness.
The same could not be said for the foodstuffs in her arms.
Drip...drip...Asami gaped at the flame-wreathed Korra standing over her, droplets of melted butter and gooey cheese landing on her lips. Opening her mouth, Asami gave a hearty noise of appeasement as the drops started to become a deluge. Korra focused more, the blocks now dwindling, the flame creating a flood of liquid butter and drooping cheese.
“Drop it,” Asami murmured, Korra doing so, the entire sloshy pile of melted calories descending on the captain of industry. Asami opened her mouth as wide as she could, swallowing for all she was worth as the liquid bulged her cheeks, some dripping down her multiple chins as it continued to pour. “ORPH! ULP! ULLLLLP!” Asami roared out, spittle mixed with butter and cheese flying upwards like a geyser as she worked her way through the whole pile.
Korra could only watch with bated breath as Asami consumed the lot of it. Grabbing more, she sped up the process, dropping it even faster than before. Asami's face was red, her heart hammering, her body quaking as she swallowed and swallowed. Her gut swelled outwards as more and more cheese and butter cascaded past her lips.
“Add...huph...ulp...the chocolate now!” Asami belted out, a hand going to her glistening gut, nearly as much butter and cheese was coating her body as was digesting within her. She patted her stomach hard, wincing as the overfed orb churned but she steeled herself, focusing her mind and body to completing the task at hand.
Korra gaped as she realized there was no more butter and cheese. There had to have been at least eight pounds of the stuff on the cart before but now it was all in the woman she adored. Grabbing a mound of the bars, she focused the fire on her fingertips, the sugary bricks now globs of hot, liquid, heaven as it rained down on Asami, a slowly meandering river compared to the waterfall she had already consumed.
“Just take this nice and slow,” Korra cooed, Asami grunting as she licked around her lips.
“Gulk! OPH! MMMMMMM!”
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Asami's eyes were now watery, having lost count of how many times Korra had come to and from the cart. There was just the liquid brown river flowing into her mouth, her swallowing, and her taste-buds soaring in ecstasy.
By the time the last bit had been swallowed, Asami tried to sit up; straining and struggling with all her might. Resigning herself, she looked up at Korra, her Avatar having dismissed the fire. Asami smiled, pained but mostly just sated. She looked towards her gut, the mass more turgid than anytime in her life before. It was churning, gurgling, making as much noise as she had in consuming the stuff. She couldn't even see over her taxed stomach to take in the total mess she'd made of their bed not to mention her own body. Every bit of her was now coated in either butter, cheese, or chocolate.
Korra's eyes darkened and she swiped a chubby digit along the inner part of Asami's thigh, the finger coated in a butter/cheese mixture. Slurping it off her finger, Korra giggled.
“It figures you're so fat you're bad for my waistline.”
“Well get to cleaning me up then, dear. We want bad things to happen to your waist. And your hips, and your butt, and your belly, and especially that face of yours.”
Korra nodded, soon going to down on the stuffed Asami's stomach and the tasty layer of melted indulgence that lay there. Asami giggled at the ticklish probings of Korra's tongue and lips, lightly spanking her on the rear at a piggish snort.
Korra just responded with a louder snort as she made Asami squeal once she got just under her multiple chins.
The private beach just outside the mansion, two days after Asami had reclaimed her position as the fattest of the two, this time a good sixty pounds heavier than Korra. The summer heat is blistering, the sweat oozing out of the two as they trudge along. Asami's wincing as the stench of her own body wafts to the forefront of her nostrils, a deep inhalation driving her stink into the depths of her lungs. Coughing, plopping down with a heavy thud in the sand, Asami waves her hand at Korra.
“No...don't huggghhh-ah...don't help me up. Let's have our picnic here, right here....ack-hagh!”
Korra nodded, stretching a bit and paying no mind to her own funk and Asami's mingling together. Her lover kept on coughing and wheezing, now on her back and staring up at the sky.
Suddenly, the earth lowers beneath her and Asami's in a bit six feet deep. Korra's chubby toes wiggle back and forth at the northern edge of this makeshift pit. Asami can only stare and enjoy the shade provided by the hole she's in, Korra lowering herself down with a set of soil-made steps.
“Where's the food?” Asami finally asked, rubbing her stomach. Her belly was gaining on Korra's, now made up of multiple aprons of flesh, all wriggling together and trapping an increasingly large amount of her BO. Her hips were dotted with cellulite, thighs stuck together like soul-mates, and her rear end. She was close to needing three chairs to comfortably sit at the dining room table. Still there was food to be had and her stomach rumbled for sustenance.
“It's coming in a little bit but there's not going to be any variety, I'm afraid.”
“What do you mean?”
There are more figures looking down at them now, giant bowls carried by two pairs of hands ringing around the pit. The most sturdy of the servants, muscles bulging as they lifted all the bowls at the same time following Korra's nod.
The liquid that flowed out had a pinkish hue, darker chunks of red spread throughout the bands of pink as they coated the floor. More soon followed until it was up to either woman's shoulders, the stuff sticky, and as Asami slurped a bit off her fingers, sweet.
“Strawberry ice cream!” Asami blurted out, Korra nodding and diving under the surface, scarfing down gulp after gulp. Asami, for her part, was content for the moment cupping as much as she could between her palms and burying her face in the stuff.
Asami was full by her ninth palm-full.
She was sated by her twenty fifth, Korra rising the pit up until the pair are level with the beach again. A stain of melted ice cream on the beach, the two stuffed women taking in the sea breeze and the heat.
“That was the best picnic I've ever had,” Asami murmured a few minutes later, “But we both need showers now.”
“I'm bending some water over here soon. Just stay and save yourself the walk,” Korra replied.
Asami reached out her hand and squeezed Korra's own gently, looking into her eyes as the Avatar washed the sticky remains of their picnic from their ever expanding frames.
Korra rolled over onto her stomach in bed, taking in the cool white sheets recently changed during her third lunch of the day.
Or at least she tried to roll over. There was something restricting her movements and when she became fully cosignant after her nap, she realized just what it was: a pair of metal arms, one on either side of her.
“Ah, glad to see you're up darling.”
“Asami, what is this?”
“This, Korra babe, is your reward for eating that pot of stew all those months ago.”
“How is this a reward?”
A whirring sound came to her ears then and a third metal arm appeared right before her face. A large slice of chocolate cake was held by the arm, the rainbow of lights just above the front of the thing making beeping noises.
“This machine was built with the goal of helping the elderly getting to and from bed and aiding them during mealtimes. It has sensors that can accurately tell when the subject is well and truly full. Of course this is just a prototype but the work was so promising that I snagged one for our own personal use. I modified it a bit and now it won't stop until you're stuffed to your utmost limit. I have all your favorites here, just waiting to be fed to you. All you have to do is nod your head and we can begin.”
Korra felt desire expand low in her stomach, licking her lips as she realized just how good she was going to have it in a few moments. The past few months had seen her capacity increase a staggering amount, matching and sometimes eclipsing Asami's own gluttonous gains. While Asami certainly enjoyed eating until sated, Korra had started really getting into it these past few weeks and was finding that Asami's stamina for feeding her with her own hands was faltering the more and more fat was added to the sagging bunches of flab drooping around her lover's limbs.
Nodding, Korra barely moved her lips before the cake was inserted.
The arm didn't just shove it in though. It crammed the slice just so that she could take her largest bite, chew, and swallow before it placed the rest in.
Meatballs, bison stew, eclairs, sandwiches, mint ice cream, and more came and went, the arm never tiring, never stopping to wheeze or catch it's breath, or fan around the nose owing to the buildup of odor from Korra.
Asami marveled as Korra ate and ate, stomach turning red, then her face, then her entire body as the last bite of a hot dog loaded with onions was slid into Korra's mouth. The restraints holding her in place were cutting into her sides, squishing them inwards a bit and causing her gut to surge upwards. Removing them with a press of her remote, Asami watched as Korra let loose a heady sigh, a large belch following shortly thereafter.
Asami's nose wrinkled but she still approached her stuffed to the gills soul-mate, smiling warmly.
“I take that gas coming out was a sign of contentment?” Korra nodded, trying to speak but just belching once more. “Charming as always, love.”
All their fans were broken as summer rolled around once more, a year since their beach picnic. Sweat often coated Asami these days, struggling to just get around exercise enough for her. Still, with the fans operational her sweat was something she could tolerate. With all that wonderfully cool air gone she was left with the slick feeling of her own perspiration coating every jiggly inch of her.
Her stench was also becoming worse and worse, the shower harder and harder to get into.
Korra paid any stench no mind, either from herself or Asami. The head of Sato more than once having her lover take deep sucks from her belly button to fish out a few crumbs of cake or an onion ring bit that had fallen down there during their bedtime sessions, the Avatar always smiling, always pleased as punch.
“Korra, it's too hot,” Asami whined, not caring that she sounded like a five year old throwing a temper tantrum, “Cool us off, please?”
A gust of air traveled over Asami's nude figure then, the air not cold yet but soon enough more gusts followed, each one cooler and cooler until Asami was comfortable once more.
“Thank you darling, I love you,” Asami cooed.
“Love you too, Asami, but it's time to acclimate yourself to yourself.”
“What are you talking a-” but then the cool gusts were replaced by sun-downers, the wind combined with the scorching day causing more sweat to accumulate, her pits gushing stench. All of that foul air was being collected into Korra's mouth, her cheeks expanding to a nearly inhuman size as she filled herself with it.
Asami blinked dazedly as Korra pounced on her, bringing her lips in for a deep kiss and unleashing all that air into Asami. The air filled her, not at all like the food she'd gorged on day after day, month after month in their home. She felt like all of her sweltering funk was coating every last bit of her, even as Korra broke the kiss, gently patting the inflated roundness that was her stomach, all rolls rounded out of her under the air's onslaught.
“Oooohff!” Asami moaned out.
“That's it, Asami, just hold it in.” Korra raised a few fingers, the air coiling around and around inside the stretched out flesh that was Asami. More and more it roiled before Korra finally directed it towards the highest point of exit from her love's body.
Green eyes widened as Asami eructated her stench.
Korra swore she felt the room shake and waited for Asami to wipe the dazed expression from her face, bracing herself for yelling or even worse eating all the dessert that was left on the cart.
The businesswoman got on her feet then, feeling her rolls and the heavy, dragging weight of her entire stomach. Her hands moved to her rear, feeling the titanic expanse as she kneaded herself, a tiny squeak flitting into existence before snuffing itself out.
Asami's cheeks were red but her eyes held nothing but pride as she waddled towards Korra, moving her hands from her rear to either side of her lover's face.
“I reek and honestly...I shouldn't be worrying about it,” Asami said softly, kissing Korra lightly on the lips. “Berp!”
Korra drew back a bit, swallowing the tiny belch and smirking as she looked at Asami, hunting for a trace of shame.
She found none.
The servants were given paid leave and stellar references courtesy of Sato Industries. The beach was sectioned off, a high wall built around the mansion. Seclusion reigned supreme and silence was the majordomo.
Until it wasn't, Korra nuzzling closer into Asami's middle causing the green-eyed woman to vent a hellacious belch, waking Korra up.
“Wuzzit...Asami?” Korra grunted out, sitting up as best she could, feet meeting the trash-coated floor, a graveyard of plates, crumbs, delivery wrappers, and fine silverware all around. Yawning, raising both arms above her head, Korra soon dropped them, a sniffling noise coming near her left armpit.
Asami was there, taking great snorts of the odor found there. Bits of food and sauces coated both women as they embraced, Asami moving from Korra's armpit to her lips as the two kissed.
“Mmmmm...delightful,” Asami sighed out. “Good morning, Korra.”
“Morning,” Korra replied, reaching out a hand towards the fridge door. The room now part bedroom, part kitchen. Delivery men kept the many fridges all around the room stocked. Korra soon drew her arm back, hand filled with one of the fruits of these tireless men and women's labors: a donut coated with a light cinnamon glaze. Taking half of it in her mouth at once, Korra munched away, crumbs and spittle flying as she messily ate, taking in Asami's body.
What was the scale's limit again? But Korra soon shook her head. Numbers weren't important. There was just the current meal, the next digesting period, and the sex in-between. Asami was rooting around the edge of the bed, a cry escaping her lips as she lowered her head just a bit, the front of her vanishing from Korra's view as Asami's rear dominated everything before the Avatar.
Cellulite seemed to twinkle here and there along that vast crevice, Korra squealing as she spied a bit of dried ice cream along the outer edge of Asami's butt cheek, driving her face forward. She nibbled a bit on that piece of dried sweet treat, Asami's laughter coming to her lips before another noise entirely came forth.
The flatulence burst out of Asami, sending Korra's hair flying back a bit, the Avatar getting closer, inhaling the stuff like it was her favorite perfume. Suddenly, Korra was squashed under the weight of Asami, her lover's heavy breathing coming to her ears, muffled.
“Huuffff....hah....got another one brewing for you, love...URRAPP! Oh, it's a good...ulp...one!”
It was, Korra decided, as Asami finally rolled off her a few minutes later. Asami was drooling a bit, reaching out a pale arm to swipe up a few crumbs from Korra's gut.
“You're so close to the image,” Asami whispered.
Korra just blinked her blue eyes, looking confused before remembering. Panting heavily, hair sticking wetly to her scalp and shoulders, to say nothing of the perspiration, Korra would have taken up two of their old beds before this recent renovation. Asami was no slouch either, the second fattest woman in the world the reputable publications called her, but she was still no match for Korra.
“So beautiful, so big, so...encompassing, oh Korra!” Asami was hugging her then, licking up bits of sweat and still more crumbs, tasting Korra and their favorite foods all at once, inhaling Korra's foulness, flesh against flesh, hearing the labored beats of Korra's heart, the ragged breaths as she panted and wheezed. All of her was filled with Korra yet she still wanted more. “How do you see me?”
Korra closed her eyes, opening them after a few seconds to reveal an eldritch glow emanating from deep within them. She saw Asami, pierced the wobbling bits of her flesh to the spirit gobbling up more and more of it's own stench, it's own flab, it's own favorite meals. What lay behind Asami filled Korra's spirit bending vision. Korra could see gas waft out from between Asami's butt once more, but so much more than that. The spirit produced it and inhaled it at the same time, an oroborous of slovenly desire. Korra felt malnourished next to the sight of so much Asami.
Asami's voice caused her to stop her spirit bending, seeing Asami only in flesh once again. “You're so much more than I am,” Korra cooed, “Allow me to expand that part of you that only I can see.”
Asami nodded, allowing herself to be pushed onto her back, Korra's rear covering the entire upper half of her body, her nose right in Korra's smelliest canyon.
Sound was muffled, her heart pounding again and again, but she heard Korra's voice clearly.
“You have so much more growing to do.”
The walls of Korra's rear started to tremble and soon enough Asami was filled once more with her lover's air, Asami feeling it being directed throughout her body.
“You mean we have so much more growing to do,” Asami got out, tasting the flatulence on her tongue as light returned, Korra scooting off of her.
Asami beamed as she looked up to the image her mind had supplied over two years ago, her contentment now more filling that any meal she had enjoyed.
Until her stomach reminded her of all the expanding that lay ahead, however long that would be.