Belly Banter

"Hello." you say, amazed at her appearence. She's huge, all right. Hugely fat. Her belly is easily as big as her feet, though her face is still cute and pretty enough. Still, it's a wonder even wings as big as hers can lift such a corpulent reptile off the ground at all. Either they're magic or she can't fly. Either way, she's so fat. No denying it.

"Hello." she says. "Are you a wolf-leprechaun?" "Yes." you nod. "I am. And you're obviously a dragon." She gives a nod to show you're right. You then say, regardless of what she's going to do next, since you can't resist: "A really big, fat one!"

"What?" she exclaims, alarmed at suddenly hearing this. You poke your finger into her belly button, the blubber shaking just a bit at this, and say: "Hey, I'm sorry, but it's true! You're so fat, I'm betting your belly can withstand cannons! Look at this mountain of blubber! Good thing your feet are so huge so that you can still see them regardless, eh? Of course, this isn't a bad thing..."

You begin to massage, pinch, lick and rub her belly, all while saying: "After all, it makes you huggable and fun to rub. And it makes you fun in general." You pat her belly more, and how she'll react now is in question. Will the carressing of her giant gut calm what was at first a shock? Or will she make you pay for poking fun at her portliness?

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