Angie’s Second Lunch
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
Angie giggled at her belly’s suggestion. “Oh, James! Why would I want the love of other men when I’ve got the best man I could ask for right here?” With a playful smile on her lips, the milf seized her flab in both hands and jiggled it around some more, sending waves of pleasure through her fat’s new occupant. After a few seconds of enjoying the sound of James moaning in her head, she released her fatness, allowing it to flop back into it’s default state, and placed a hand lovingly on top of it.
“But, if you’re wanting a big supper in there, I’m more than happy to oblige!” Angie purred, and pushed herself up off the couch with her free hand, keeping the other securely atop the dome that now contained her neighborhood buddy.
How exactly eating a large, delicious burger had stopped her back pain, she couldn’t tell. Perhaps James’ desire to heal her had subconsciously altered his transformed state to have qualities similar to that of her medication. Or perhaps he was simply a panacea in of himself. Regardless, she was glad to be rid of it, and beyond grateful to the boy who was now a part of her. When he’d get out, she’d need to absolutely rock his world in thanks. But until them, she’d do her very best to make sure his stay within her was an enjoyable one. With a spring in her step, Angie happily waddled her way to her kitchen, merrily drumming her fingers into her bulge along the way.
Within the confines of her wobbling fat, the strangeness of his situation was finally setting in for James. He was fat on his neighbor’s belly; no longer a person, nor even the burger Angie had consumed him as not to long ago. Just fat. A part of another human being, utterly indistinguishable from her.
Yet he was still “alive,” in a sense, even without a heart of his own. Without eyes, he could still see, his view of the outside world bouncing with every step Angie took, and from a quick scan around, he guessed his gaze must be coming from just above his friend’s navel; without a mouth, he could still speak, even if only it was only Angie who could hear him; and without a brain, he could still think and ponder, like he was now. He was still “him” – it was simply that he was also Angie.
It was utterly strange, a scenario that would have drove another to despair at the loss of their humanity, their transformation into mere cells, their entrapment within another… and yet James found he did not mind one bit.
He had transformed for Angie of his own will, and both of them had enjoyed her consumption of him; bite by bite, swallow by swallow, she had sent him down into her hungry depths, and they both loved ever second of it. He had dumped into her potbelly, where he had churned and mixed and melted, and ever second of that digestive spin had been rapturous til his final moment of consciousness, when the very last drop of his thoroughly-mushed self had been passed down for absorption, and all had went dark. He had satisfied her taste-buds, lived out a secret fantasy of his, and had seemingly relieved her of her pain all in one act, and his reward was getting to be closer to with his amazing, sexy neighbor than physically possible: by being part of her.
Feeling a smile on his non-existent lips, James relaxed into the soothing jostling and jiggling of his new home. Questions and problems, like how exactly he was going to get back to normal, could wait. For now, he as content to let Miss Angie and her soft, supple body take good care of him.
A pleasant chill fell upon her belly as Angie, having made to the kitchen, opened her fridge and scoured it’s contents. Her expression soured somewhat. There wasn’t much left after the big meal her little buddy had made for her earlier, but she could make this work.
There was enough bread and pimento cheese left to make herself one more pimento cheese sandwich, and enough milk still in the carton to pour herself a glass. Fishing from the cupboards, she cooked up a large bowl of noodles, nabbed a few packets of crisps, and retrieved half of a remaining chocolate cake she had kept tucked away for a special occasion. Free of her back pain and with her cute little neighbor jiggling around as her belly fat, now seemed a good a time as any.
Placing the cake down on the kitchen table with the rest of her haul, Angie sat herself down and took in the sight of her laid-out meal, her tongue moving of it’s own accord to glaze her lips with a delicate layer of saliva. She seized the cheese sandwich first and brought it up, but before she took a bite, she reached a hand down to her fat gut and gave it a playful shake-about. “Look out below, down there!” She teased, and without a moment to spare, sunk her teeth into the bread.
James listened intently as Angie chomped and chewed away vigorously at the first bite, his anticipation building the entire time. Finally, when it was mashed to her likely, she grabbed the glass of milk and brought it up to her slightly-parted lips. As the chilled liquid flooded into her humid mouth, she tilted her head back and, like with the cute little pill she had swallowed earlier today, let the torrent wash the pulverized food into her esophagus. A soft, slow “Squelch!” followed, and down the glob went, a barely visible bump in her neck that vanished completely as it passed under her heaving breasts. It dumped out into the stomach, and a sudden, euphoric rush coursed throughout the entirety of James’ being. It was as if he had just had an instant, miniature orgasm. A pleased moan escaped him, and Angie, hearing that in her head, smiled serenely, happy to hear her little buddy was enjoying this, before she eagerly took another bite.
More arrivals entered into the sack as Angie made pace through her meal: more mashed globs of bread and cheese, small ropes of chopped and chomped noodles, tiny shards of pulverized crisps, short torrents of cool milk, and finally, chunks and crumbs of well-chewed chocolate cake. And with each one that dropped into the stomach and sunk into those that came before, slowly merging together as they made themselves comfortable in the fleshy sauna, James was rocked with floods of unimaginable pleasure that only grew in strength and intensity the more the stomach held. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be part of a belly filled with food!
After a what must have been a whole ten minutes of none-stop eating, Angie finished off the very last piece, playfully pushing that small portion of cake to back of her throat with a finger and then loudly gulping it down. When she felt it add itself to the pile inside of her, she let loose a satisfied sigh.
“Wooie!” She bellowed following a smack of her lips. She turned her eyes down to her overflowing gut and placed both hands upon it with just the right amount of force to make it gently jiggle. “Well, it was nowhere near as good as you were, James, but that was still quite something! How are you holding up down there?”
“But, if you’re wanting a big supper in there, I’m more than happy to oblige!” Angie purred, and pushed herself up off the couch with her free hand, keeping the other securely atop the dome that now contained her neighborhood buddy.
How exactly eating a large, delicious burger had stopped her back pain, she couldn’t tell. Perhaps James’ desire to heal her had subconsciously altered his transformed state to have qualities similar to that of her medication. Or perhaps he was simply a panacea in of himself. Regardless, she was glad to be rid of it, and beyond grateful to the boy who was now a part of her. When he’d get out, she’d need to absolutely rock his world in thanks. But until them, she’d do her very best to make sure his stay within her was an enjoyable one. With a spring in her step, Angie happily waddled her way to her kitchen, merrily drumming her fingers into her bulge along the way.
Within the confines of her wobbling fat, the strangeness of his situation was finally setting in for James. He was fat on his neighbor’s belly; no longer a person, nor even the burger Angie had consumed him as not to long ago. Just fat. A part of another human being, utterly indistinguishable from her.
Yet he was still “alive,” in a sense, even without a heart of his own. Without eyes, he could still see, his view of the outside world bouncing with every step Angie took, and from a quick scan around, he guessed his gaze must be coming from just above his friend’s navel; without a mouth, he could still speak, even if only it was only Angie who could hear him; and without a brain, he could still think and ponder, like he was now. He was still “him” – it was simply that he was also Angie.
It was utterly strange, a scenario that would have drove another to despair at the loss of their humanity, their transformation into mere cells, their entrapment within another… and yet James found he did not mind one bit.
He had transformed for Angie of his own will, and both of them had enjoyed her consumption of him; bite by bite, swallow by swallow, she had sent him down into her hungry depths, and they both loved ever second of it. He had dumped into her potbelly, where he had churned and mixed and melted, and ever second of that digestive spin had been rapturous til his final moment of consciousness, when the very last drop of his thoroughly-mushed self had been passed down for absorption, and all had went dark. He had satisfied her taste-buds, lived out a secret fantasy of his, and had seemingly relieved her of her pain all in one act, and his reward was getting to be closer to with his amazing, sexy neighbor than physically possible: by being part of her.
Feeling a smile on his non-existent lips, James relaxed into the soothing jostling and jiggling of his new home. Questions and problems, like how exactly he was going to get back to normal, could wait. For now, he as content to let Miss Angie and her soft, supple body take good care of him.
A pleasant chill fell upon her belly as Angie, having made to the kitchen, opened her fridge and scoured it’s contents. Her expression soured somewhat. There wasn’t much left after the big meal her little buddy had made for her earlier, but she could make this work.
There was enough bread and pimento cheese left to make herself one more pimento cheese sandwich, and enough milk still in the carton to pour herself a glass. Fishing from the cupboards, she cooked up a large bowl of noodles, nabbed a few packets of crisps, and retrieved half of a remaining chocolate cake she had kept tucked away for a special occasion. Free of her back pain and with her cute little neighbor jiggling around as her belly fat, now seemed a good a time as any.
Placing the cake down on the kitchen table with the rest of her haul, Angie sat herself down and took in the sight of her laid-out meal, her tongue moving of it’s own accord to glaze her lips with a delicate layer of saliva. She seized the cheese sandwich first and brought it up, but before she took a bite, she reached a hand down to her fat gut and gave it a playful shake-about. “Look out below, down there!” She teased, and without a moment to spare, sunk her teeth into the bread.
James listened intently as Angie chomped and chewed away vigorously at the first bite, his anticipation building the entire time. Finally, when it was mashed to her likely, she grabbed the glass of milk and brought it up to her slightly-parted lips. As the chilled liquid flooded into her humid mouth, she tilted her head back and, like with the cute little pill she had swallowed earlier today, let the torrent wash the pulverized food into her esophagus. A soft, slow “Squelch!” followed, and down the glob went, a barely visible bump in her neck that vanished completely as it passed under her heaving breasts. It dumped out into the stomach, and a sudden, euphoric rush coursed throughout the entirety of James’ being. It was as if he had just had an instant, miniature orgasm. A pleased moan escaped him, and Angie, hearing that in her head, smiled serenely, happy to hear her little buddy was enjoying this, before she eagerly took another bite.
More arrivals entered into the sack as Angie made pace through her meal: more mashed globs of bread and cheese, small ropes of chopped and chomped noodles, tiny shards of pulverized crisps, short torrents of cool milk, and finally, chunks and crumbs of well-chewed chocolate cake. And with each one that dropped into the stomach and sunk into those that came before, slowly merging together as they made themselves comfortable in the fleshy sauna, James was rocked with floods of unimaginable pleasure that only grew in strength and intensity the more the stomach held. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be part of a belly filled with food!
After a what must have been a whole ten minutes of none-stop eating, Angie finished off the very last piece, playfully pushing that small portion of cake to back of her throat with a finger and then loudly gulping it down. When she felt it add itself to the pile inside of her, she let loose a satisfied sigh.
“Wooie!” She bellowed following a smack of her lips. She turned her eyes down to her overflowing gut and placed both hands upon it with just the right amount of force to make it gently jiggle. “Well, it was nowhere near as good as you were, James, but that was still quite something! How are you holding up down there?”
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