This choice: "Keep on rubbing, Jeeves!" • Go Back...Chapter #6"Keep on rubbing, Jeeves!" by: Noxin   "You're doing a wonderful job, dear friend, but..." Renamon smiled sheepishly "Couldn't we move to somewhere where it's more... Comfortable, in my state?"
Guilmon thought hard about where they could go, scrolling his eyes around the area... Suddenly, he spotted something, and grinned.
"I think I got it!" he announced.
***
"Ah... This is simply divine." the fox digimon exhaled, leaning back in the large deck chair. Laying on the beach, facing towards the gently lapping waves of the ocean, reaching out for her gracefully. She sighed, enjoying the gentle touches on her heavy rock of a stomach.
"I'm surprised that we had happened upon a hammock chair fitting my... Enhanced size." she said, as the dino digimon kept massaging her stomach.
"So am I..." thought Guilmon, but he knew better than to speak his mind in this case. A previous occasion during their considerably long walk towards the deck chair had him receive a stinging enough nose bop from the somewhat snooty vixen to still his tongue now. Anyways, he felt content doing what he was doing.
Namely, rubbing Renamon's massive frame in the late afternoon sunlight.
"Shouldn't we do something about the remaining food?" she asked "It would be a shame letting it go to waste."
"Don't worry yourself..." he chuckled, picking up her mannerism, slightly "We shall take care of it... In due time..."
Her stomach, while no longer hurting, still churned, digesting her massive feast, and kept adding on the pounds, adding to the material which Guilmon could grasp and knead, not just gingerly rub and pet. He continued rubbing, going over the whole, slowly flattening and fattening dome of her stomach, reaching down to her abdomen, and up under her breasts, smoshing his entire frame against the pressured flab.
Eventually, he was just hugging and nuzzling the great mass, gently moving his arms around it, trying to encompass it with his limbs...
Renamon woke from her daze as she felt the rubbing motion stop. Sitting up, she glanced down forward, wondering why her friend had given up. She smiled at what she saw.
For there, leaning against the side of her increased girth, was Guilmon, soundly asleep, still gently rubbing his face across the surface of her stomach, though the motion was not as rhythmic, which made her think he had stopped. Still smiling, she gently reached over, and scooped up the sleeping digimon, before leaning back, and placing him atop herself. She giggled quietly, as he began to nuzzle up to her breasts as if they were a pair of fluffy pillows, not even stirring in his sleep.
Gazing over his body, as well as the gargantuan body of her own, she watched the sunset, slowly drifting off to sleep...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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