Alone with a Big, Fat Kitsune and her Big, Fat Belly

You've been sitting on Jessie's belly for nearly an hour. You've both been stroking each others belly, not saying a word. Well, Jessie's been making that purring noise, but that's not a word.

Her belly is, by far, the softest bed you'd ever had the pleasure to lay on. Soft, AND warm. Outside, you notice that it's begun to snow. You're even gladder that you've got such a warm bed to lie on.

Her stomach is making a faint gurgling noise, which jiggles her blubbery gut just slightly. You revel in the jiggle; it feels really good against your body. You nuzzle Jessie, which she responds to with a nuzzling of her own.

You're feeling slightly guilty, though; you're pretty sure that you're not making Jessie as comfortable as she's making you. You wish that their was something you could do for her.

"You're so soft, Jessie," you say. "I'm sorry I can't do as much for you as you are for me."

"It's alright," Jessie responds. "Honestly, I'm not doing much; you're just sitting on me. And you're SO warm..." Jessie reaches down and strokes your head. You both sigh in unison.

"Besides, if you ever get bigger than me, I can sit on YOU," muses Jessie, who then giggles.

She shifts a little, sending her blubbery belly into yet another of her famous jiggling fits, which you always enjoy. "Mmmmmmmmm..." you moan, loving every second of it.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmm... You like that?" she says, sensually.

"Y-yes..." you say. "I like that..."

"Well, then... How about a little more, then?" Jessie manages to lift herself about an inch off of the ground, with the help of her tails, and then just lets herself drop. Her belly is sent into a violent quake, jumping left and right, up and down, in all directions. You liken the feeling to that of a bouncy house; except that, instead of an air-filled cushion, you're bouncing on the furry, blubber-filled belly of an over-fed kitsune, and you're not bouncing, so much as you are hanging onto the "cushion." This is AMAZING.

You bury your face in her girth, taking in more of Jessie's sweet, flowery aroma. Jessie, in turn takes both of her paws, and all of her tails, and massages you. With your paws, you massage her belly. She giggles, and then her stomach rumbles, producing yet another jiggling fit.

"I'm still starving," Jessie states, matter-of-factly. The mood is sort of ruined, now, but Jessie attempts to remedy this by saying, "I hadn't noticed until now; we were having such a lovely time."

You both stare into each others eyes...

Written by Omnimancer

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