It was late at night. And Emmerich was lounging in an oversized t-shirt. One he’d stolen from an ex. The massive thing reached past his hips, ending midway down his thighs. He laid back and sighed, thinking about the world as he waited for exhaustion to seek him out.

Instead, something else called to him.

Emmerich had always been a 'text, don't call' type. He'd also always been an 'I'll get to it in a second' type when it came to texts - the type to whom 'in a second' always seemed to arrive two or three days later, with some half-meant apology~ It made him a fuss to get a hold of in an emergency for practically everyone… except Sylvia. The sentimental sweet-heart had a custom ringtone for her. Her first few texts went unanswered for minutes on end, his phone ringing on a night stand he had always intended to keep out of reach so as to not intrude on his sleep. But the sound of her ringtone chiming had her dearest little friend literally running to pick up the phone!

The call was woefully short, but even pained, he still adored hearing her voice. She sounded hurt. That was Emmerich's first observation. He winced, pleading to know what'd happened, but she couldn't get into it over the phone. His heart fluttered, despite the urgency of her call. "I'll be there in a second!" It was just a few flights of stairs down, and a few segues through the hall away. Such a small distance considering the lengthy period of time since they’d last talked. Weeks felt so long without her company. But now there was reason to see her, a bridge to cross. And a curiosity for the other side.

They'd known each other for some time - long enough that her sweet admirer had missed his chance at a highschool sweetheart, keeping his fingers crossed for her. He always blushed when he remembered that. Those feelings - hm. They didn't burn still, but they did smolder. They were incompatible for some reason - he wasn't really sure why, but it bothered him less and less. No, his longing was a little more physical - in truth, he missed both of them being uncommitted, when nobody felt too awkward about when calls like this were about wanting a warm body close by, careful conspiracies to arrange him falling asleep atop her belly watching something neither of them would remember, like he had an embarrassing habit of doing - clothing always optional~

He thought about that as he made himself decent - well, dressed himself at least~ It was late. A coat over his giant t-shirt would do~. He can’t help but recall this being hers… he wonders if she’ll notice? The door on those visits officially closed when things 'got kind of serious' with Sam, about half a year ago. Emmy didn't mind sharing his friend with benefits, but Sam did mind sharing his girlfriend. What a surprise it was to Emmy to see the state Sylvia answered the door in, then - dressed down to a night shirt, pulled tight against her thigh to make herself decent with one hand while the other steadied her vast, round belly as it trembled indistinguishably. She was all aflush, huffing and panting, sweaty and weary. He couldn't see if she'd bothered with panties, but he didn't need to. He could smell that she hadn't. He shivered and chewed his lip tensely. "Sylvia?" Stammered poor Emmy, lust-struck all over again.

Sylvia knew how her littlest, dearest friend felt. She'd figured out how cruel it was to let herself be seen in this state quite fast after she was officially declared off limits but time was a bit of a premium in this case. Sam wasn't always a very tender lover, which was a trait that combined very badly with her clumsiness sometimes. This was the first time their antics had a casualty, though!

"U-Uhm.. Please c-come in. I d–d-doo~oooon't want to-ulp excuse me, explain with t-the door ajar!"

She doesn't wait for him to answer as she reaches for his arm and tugs. Pulling him close to her vibrating belly, a mechanical whirring audible from such close quarters. Small belches escape her lips that grant no real relief and just stimulate the insides of her gut.

Gazing down at her oldest friend's face, she'd seen him fluctuate between several emotions. Arousal obvious for a few moments, as once again his eyes explored the sweaty curvature of her constantly quivering flesh. But as understanding sinks in, there was a frustrated hesitation of raised expectations shattering on the floor. Her heart twinged for the boy. She longed for the days they would stay in and snuggle in their own little void. Their relationship had always seemed perfect when he held her belly with his whole body. Or even when he'd lewdly rub his dick across it. Its warmth is something she'd never forgotten.

But it had never been right. Like how it felt with Sam. Who came into sight for Emmerich. He stood with his arms crossed and a glare to the petite boy. His body language screamed "I hate this."

She's careful to seat Emmy in a computer chair, the tangled mess and damp sheets on their bed with mysterious stains were not cleverly hidden at all. Likely not any malice from Sylvia, she was scatterbrained enough to forget her underwear some days. Sam though…

Sylvia readies herself to speak, holding her gut with both hands in an attempt to keep the flesh still, to little avail. "Listen y-you may have -bruup noticed there's something in my belly… Well it uhmm… its uh… oh geez…"

Sam speaks up, cutting his girlfriend off,"It's a dildo. She wanted to show just how much she could deepthroat and as it turns out, it's more than a dildo slash vibrator. And for some reason she asked you for help."

"W-Why would you say it like that! B-Buuuup, gosh it's still going! Please Emmy! I need you to save me and my tuuuuulllppmmy. It's really starting to upset it. And your arms are about the same size as the dildo. You could totally reach inside me!"

Her eyes are desperate, and her belly elicits groans of desperation as the indigestible and ever combative sex toy assaults the bottom of her guts.

If it wasn't bad enough that she'd swallowed her poor vibrator while trying to impress him, it was kicking like a mule and had batteries that just wouldn't quit and - mmph.

Calling her secret admirer to rescue the night so she could get back to crushing another boy's pelvis had to be the meanest thing Sylvia had ever done to Emmerich, right?

Emmerich blushed sensitively as he and Sam exchanged glances. Despite being utterly unencumbered, utterly without excuse, Sam made no more effort to make himself decent than Sylvia had. He'd dressed down to his underwear, something which, coupled with that snotty glare, felt very much like a statement was being made. Emmerich tried hard not to indulge his petulance, not really sure what more Sam wanted than the respectful distance he tried to keep from Sylvia, but she simply wouldn't stand for that being enforced! Hrmph, he couldn't be blamed for that! He exchanged glances between Sylvia and her belly, then, which gurgled nostalgically under his fingers as he fought for a little personal space. He'd almost forgotten how soft her skin was. He was a little afraid of pitching a tent in Sylvia’s own shirt, right in front of the two of them…

"You want me to…" He compared his outstretched arm with her throat. "It's about the size of my arm?" The thought made Emmerich shudder sensitively. "I kinda forgot you were such a size-queen." He let slip unintentionally. Sam's patience snapped like a twig.

"Sylvia, he's not even taking this seriously."

"I - that's not what I meant!" Emmerich ineptly riposted. What did he mean then? Hmph. Who cared? He rolled his eyes and then did the same with his sleeve, drawing it up to his forearm. "You're gonna tell me if I hurt you or anything, right? Lean forward and - open real wide, okay? And no biting! If you think you're gonna bite or swallow or - anything, squeeze my leg or something."

Sam, ever wolfishly territorial, had a better idea, taking Sylvia's hand in his as he inched closer, intentionally crowding Emmrich as he sank into his seat~ God. Emmerich frowned grimly. What did she see in him anyway? No, he blushed, wondering for the first time in a long time if all that romantic pining really was put to rest; what did he have that Emmerich didn't?

The small boy's touch has her heart swelling with a joy she missed. And size queen? She'd long ago dropped any shame about how large she was, not since high school. Or about what she could take. Emmerich had done his fair share in that. Her voluptuous jiggle across all her body just meant that much more Sylvia to love! Every lover she’s had has driven that into her. Including the two in the room.

But he agreed! And so quickly! As her joy swells, she lunges for a hug. Her breasts overwhelm his petite body, though this time slick with the wet reminder of just what they'd been up to before this fiasco. Sylvia holds him tight, her breasts quivering with her own physical appreciation for Emmy, as well as the pulsating item in her gut that quivers against Emmerichs chest though her belly fat. It must have been fairly powerful to cause so much trouble for such a big woman...

"I was oh so-buurruupp worried you'd hhooorrpp say noo-ouuurck."

The pressure on her tummy had the unfortunate aspect of making her very gassy. Unfortunate for Emmy, who receives them nearly point blank in chest wiggle.

"I think you've held him long e-fucking-nough. You're not her to smother him, he's here to... ugh, fuck, reach inside of you..."

Sam's body language grows more aggressive by the moment, his teeth in a constant clench that makes it seem like he's about to growl.

Sylvia separates, releasing Emmerich from her fleshy, and nostalgic grasp.

She kneels in front of him, small belches released under her breath as she becomes closer to eye level with the sitting boy.

"I'll be carefu-borraapp-l. I don't want anything bad to happen to little Em-uurrp-my. Ignore Mr. Grumpy over there. It's my fault, he's just worried the things gonna plug up my intestines. I'd need some seriously invasive surgery, and surgeons don't like working on women as big as me... Too much Sylvia, you know? So thank you so much! I'll make sure to treat you out for any kinda food, your choice!"

She clasps his hand in her own, smiling to the boy as she shifts close. His legs disappear beyond the crevice of her tits.

Emmerich blushed at the invitation, the promise to repay him. He had a few ideas naturally, but none that her sourpuss ball-and-chain would much appreciate, even before thinking too hard about all the other ways he longed to - he smirked - reach inside of her again~

He compressed his knees self consciously, scraping one against the other as he wordlessly nodded a thank-you for Sylvia's decency - not to mention the erection that had been impaling her guts for some time now. He shuddered and rolled up a second, invisible sleeve, her sheepish ex-fling's nerves fraying.

Her lips part, slick stands of saliva breaking and oozing across the soft presence of her tongue. She releases your hand, and closes her eyes. Her mouth opens as wide as she can reach, and a view into the dark depths of her flesh give Emmerich hesitation. Is he really going to do this?

A few fingers reached into her, seeming to double the temperature of her body. Such intimacy - funny as it was - was something he'd long missed. He reached in past her teeth, his fingers entering her without challenge, without even making real contact with her, and then came his wrist, which posed a steeper challenge. It choked her breath off almost immediately, and his dry, plush skin chafed unpleasantly against the even more sensitive textures of her throat. Recognising the trouble his littler competitor was causing, Sam squeezed Sylvia's hand, seeming to commiserate in the trouble Emmerich was causing as he tried to help. Her rescuer would wince and flinch with her though, sinking up to the nape of his elbow, before the joint of his arm became fundamentally incompatible with the descent of her throat. Despite all his one-up-man-ship, Sam secretly expressed a similar intrigue to the stabbing pressure of a cock which had been digging into her belly. As high maintenance as he was, he never quite believed he'd be so - curious - watching another boy plunge into her. His grip tightened involuntarily.

"This isn't gonna work." Emmerich inched back, hesitantly withdrawing from her, badly chafing her throat in the opposite direction now. "I feel like I'll have to - l-like." He hesitated to suggest it. "Like - crawl into you." He exchanged another uneasy glance with Sam. "H-he's not gonna, like, swear a vendetta if I asked if we can borrow your bed, right? If we oil up my arms and you sit at the foot of your bed then I," He seems to lose his nerve. "W-we - no. No no, sorry that's - really stupid."

Both of her boys' digging cocks twitched against her soft skin~

Sylvia is slightly overwhelmed by the physical stimuli around her. The ever shimmering belly that now had two excited members poking into her struggling tummy. A constant urge to belch kept her esophagus twitching and clutching his arm. The boy's hand reaches deep and tickles her insides, stretching just enough to tickle the entrance to her gut but not nearly enough to enter. The physical closeness to an old fling, and... and...

His flavor.

The soft euphoria of Emmerichs suptle flesh ran across her taste buds and her mind welcomed it with open arms. The physical discomfort was lesser to the gluttonous pleasure of boy flesh in her mouth. But she hesitates. Falling into that sea of pleasure seems... dangerous. And while she tenses on his arm leaving, as a final desire to stay. She chooses to release him… and those feelings.

But her boyfriend was not so hesitant. Seeing even a small bit of this pest disappear down her gullet filled a desire he'd never known he had. He'd given Sylvia's pillowy gut plenty of love, but this was an entirely different experience for him.

"No... I think that's a good idea. Your butts big enough you would slip in too deep. Besides, could you imagine being eaten by somebody? That's just insane. Even if my girl here can certainly pack it away."

He grips her tummy for emphasis, holding the quivering fat steady for a few moments.

"Nah, you just need more force. Though if you really need it, there's a bottle of lube behind you. Its natural, so it should be safe for consumption. Sylvia swallowed a dildo anyway, she can take somebody as thin as you. You know what? Sit yourself up. I'll help push you in."

Sylvia stays silent as she watches Emmerich’s hands part from her lips. Even if it scrapped her throat a bit on entry. She's lost in her own little world as her belly jostles against the duo of cocks, though one departs from her erotic, jiggling stomach in order to give Emmy an uncharasterically helpful hand.

Sylvia stares dreamily, only half hearing anything Emmerich said. Her mind was stuck on the "crawl into you" part. She wanted it... but it was wrong. She craved it... but she loved him! Even if it wasn't romantically... Her stomach grumbles differently. Fighting its own upset state and calling to be filled.

Emmerich frowned as Sam closed in. He'd imagined he'd appreciate Sam finally warming up to him, assuming for a very long time that he'd have liked that very much to finally have some peace, at least a stalemate between them - for that bully to finally be just a little less of a sore winner. Instead Emmerich found he very, very much disliked Sam's affections, as he was appraised like a piece of meat. Without asking - "Hey!" - Emmerich shirt came up, over his head, Sam caging the fussing Emmy in with his heavier mass as he lathered his hands with lubricant.

"Don't be a baby, she'll choke on your shirt!"

Fine, Emmerich seemed to say with his complacency, crossing his arms until Sam took even that from him, unfolding and raising them up over his head, so that Emmy swayed slightly in his seat like a trussed pig! He worked over Emmerich with both hands, only starting at the arms as for the first time he seemed to discover Emmerich. He was more than just thorough, kneading his girlfriend's ex-fling, he was intrusive and probing and -

"Hey!" Came another squeak, as Emmerich covered his over-ripe breasts. Sam had no excuse that time, and so he didn't even try, simply wound his way around and steered Emmerich's seat so that he faced Sylvia directly. For the first time, as the mouth of that little bottle salivated over Emmerich's head, Sam didn't mind Sylvia's wandering eye. "Are you nearly finished?!" Came Emmerich's demand.

"Nearly." Sam echoed.. Much to Emmerich's disdain, he lost his pants next.

"What has gotten into you?!"

"I'll hold you by the legs, not the pants, now would you please?" Sam smirked wryly, not seeming to care if his excuse was accepted.

Seeing her man undress and grope the source of her dark temptation, she was reminded of the solid pounding she'd been giving her earlier. He was so forceful. Animalistic, raw power jiggling her ass with each thrust of his loins.

The way he was eyeing Emmerich was... interesting. New. Unseen quirks can be fascinating in a relationship. She wanted to see where it could lead...

The spectacle was curiously educational, as their clashing bodies laid their differences bare. Emmerich was a sweet thing, a pretty little thing, a talented thing, but there was something chilling about that third person view, watching her boyfriend manhandle him that illustrated the difference. Soft and precious and lovely against rigid and firm and potent. It didn't matter if a boy like Emmerich warmed a girl's heart, if a boy like Sam lit a fire in her loins~ Emmerich was cake, Sam was steak - and as sweet as cake was, you couldn't spend your whole life only eating cake.

Thank goodness sweet Emmerich wasn't a mind reader, as he made pleading eye-contact, those were the kinds of thoughts that could safely be kept to oneself.

Sam sees his lover lost in her own world, and speaks in a commanding tone,"Dear, bed. He has an idea." She springs back to attention, and releases Emmy's legs from their supple prison.

"Oh, I heard! Sorry I was just... lost.. haha... let's try again!"

She takes position near the bed, kneeling in front of it in what she hoped was the proper spot... she misses all the stimuli from before. She wants both her boys pressed against her. Feel them spray their thick love across her belly folds…

Emmerich toed his way closer, his little body trembling in the cold as he dripped with lubricant. "Ready?" He whispered as he boarded Sylvia's bed, and then leaped, cat-like almost, as thunder seemed to strike him. Sam had spanked him! The realization was almost surreal. What had gotten into him?

"Sylvia! W-Wha! tell him to knock it off!" Emmerich winced and struggled to recall where he'd left off, suddenly lost in the directions of his own plan. Sam simply smiled, hover-handing obediently over the print he left on Emmerich's ass, looking for all the world like he and his prize cow were waiting for their blue ribbon.

"It's just how he shows intimacy. I think he's starting to turn around on you... Maybe... we can all have fun after-"

She interrupts herself with a sudden release, stomach fumes cross the air and singe the nose of Emmerich, lathered and waiting to reach into the source of that acidic expulsion.

“Hoooouurrp… Ngh… I’m sorry… Uhm… I really do need this thing out of me… Please Emmy? Can you reach inside?”

She draws her lips wide open, waiting once more for her pouty boy.

Emmerich frowned resentfully at her excuses for Sam. He chose not to push the point. Rather, he knew better than to push the point. It was a close second, wasn't that enough? Like say - Emmerich whimpered, feeling the heat of Sam's erection as he reached forward, staying Sylvia's groping hand. There's a reason you don't name livestock, dummy~. Mmm - second favorite within two or three inches. He lingered in place as his arms were extended for him, trying to decide just how to tell the pair that he'd long since changed his mind. That he was going home.

He's hesitant, this situation is beyond strange. But... his cock twitches at her promise. He could be intimate once more with his crush. He reaches his hand forward, trying in earnest once more to save Sylvia. He underestimates just how lubricated he is, and the lack of resistance her esophagus gives now. What once was a grating and painful swallow now flows almost too quickly. Moist swallows drag his arm into the darkness of her gullet, once more juuuust tickling her stomachs entrance. His face is at her lips, he can feel her warm breath wafting over her. He's hesitant to push any further.

Delving face first into somebody's body. It was... dangerous.

Despite his pondering, the distance from Sylvia was closing, her mouth was stretching ahead of him, his hands - both at once - were sinking into the back of her throat. She wasn't advancing, he was being driven forward. It was a feeling familiar to earlier that night, it was one of Sam's favorite ways to tease Sylvia - feeding her strawberries off of the tip of his cock. God. He had such a raunchy sense of romance, didn't he? Hmph - hopefully Emmy wouldn't be too sour about the lack of full disclosure about their vibrators' roommates, it was a bit of a mess in there, come to think.

Emmerich whimpered through his nose as he tilted his head to one side, and Sylvia's upper lip kissed his cheek. Their whirlwind romance blossomed around him still, uninterrupted. He wished he was jealous or angry. He trembled like a leaf, chewed his lip, panted angstfully. He was afraid. Emmerich still felt the phantom stroking of Sylvia's hand around his cock as Sam manhandled his hips. "Wider," He sang, as he rotated and steered Emmerich's whole body.

Sylvia loses herself in the pleasure of Emmy. The pain is lessened and there's less going on period. The closest cock to her is Emmerich, and it wasn't poking her tummy...

She gently takes hold of his waist, softly running her fingers across his bare skin before letting one hand dip into his underwear. His cock springs free, a dab of precum dribbling from its tip. Her hand was slick from the lube across his body, and she begins pleasing the boy, much to the chagrin of her boyfriend

If there had been any uncertainty of what her plan before was, it was gone now as he watched him get a handy from his girlfriend.

As he sees Emmerich hover in front of her lips, savoring the pleasure and sensations, Sam steps forward and forces the little shit's face into Sylvia's maw.

Sylvia audibly moans as his head crosses her taste buds. She'd wondered if the lube would ruin his flavor. But no, it was like a spice enhancing his natural allure.

Gllcclk. Gnmmpp Ulllcckk Nnckkk

She follows the descent of his body with her hands, feeling his cock twitch with one hand and feeling his head emerge as a face print in her neck. One that immediately disappears behind the canyon of her breasts, and the plump in her gut.

"Nnn - s-stop, this isn't gonna work." Emmerich issued under his breath. Fitting last words as his little face preposterously swelled Sylvia's throat. His fingertips kissed at the bottom of her throat. All at once, between breaths, Sylvia's breathing was unexpectedly arrested. This was a new one. Breath play. Emmmerich groaned ruefully, but persisted, his presence smoothing all those rough edges scratching at her guts. The gaps in those fabricated, sharp, laser-cut angles filled in comfortably, the buzzing of life in her belly rounding out gorgeously, artificial turned natural; sometimes you really could tell the difference~

Sam helps him along, going from Emmy leaning forward and sitting, to on his knees with his upper half within his love.

His own cock peeked from his underwear, attracted to the ass now wiggling between his girlfriend's lips. Emmerich’s effeminate nature turned him on more than he’d like to admit. It almost looked like she wanted to keep swallowing him... but she was stopping herself. She appeased herself by playing with Emmerichs swinging dick.

He could still see Sam’s handprint on his ass. Her hips swayed as her body struggled to process the pleasure having a boy half way inside of her brought.

Hnggg… This is hot in the strangest way possible…

"I got it!" He chirped cryptically, hefting his monstrous room mate in both hands and dangling it slightly, so that for the first time not one bit of it stroked the lining of her stomach.

Comparing his hips with her jaws, Sam was struck with inspiration; in a phrase, for a moment, he simply forgot his restraint. He shunted the strawberry riding his cock into her like he would sometimes when he got impatient, socketing Emmerich's hips in the basin of her mouth like a hand in a glove. He didn't exactly like the way that perfectly sheathed his cock in her tongue but, well~ He wouldn't press the point. He'd have felt a little hypocritical. Emmerich's panties came down, much to his displeasure.

His startled grunting turned to a scandalized squeal; Sam was at least kind enough to work him over with lube again, starting at the base of his spine. He drenched little Emmerich's big hips in the slippery solution, working all the way down to his thighs occasionally while Sam's cock rested in the valley of his ass. That came last, lathered thoroughly and deeply. "Are you fucking crazy!?" His legs flailed, his voice failed to reach Sam, even if it echoed cozily through Sylvia, all the way up to her inner ear, tickling the back of her brain, like her conscience.

Sam's unceremoniousness was probably for the best - Sylvia was reaching the point in a breath-holding contest when she'd have to seriously consider surrendering just for her health.

And Sylvia was desperate. While her esophagus wasn't blocked, she was hesitant and doubtful-though endlessly aroused at the potential of her circumstances. But now that she couldn't breath in life granting oxygen? She needed him out of the way. One way, or another. And the only one actively making progress in any direction was Sam. The ever forceful and domineering presence in her life.

Sam loaded Emmerich's weight up onto his hips as he dug his cock in, so that he was tilted gracefully homeward, and when Sylvia reached her limits she'd only have to do what came naturally to get her next breath. Unlike Emmerich, Sam loved making Sylvia choose between them; for some reason, even now, he was so invincibly, unthinkably certain that not even stuffing her dearest friend down her throat would break against his favor~

And little Emmerich had no say in what was happening. His futile squirms doing nothing to stop Sam from having his way with his trapped ass. Clapping of balls connecting with flesh as her boyfriend fucked the boy between her lips. All while he screamed his complaints, resonating with her flesh and heart. But between thrusts, sweet whispers of air find their ways between the curves of his body! She can't fight her biology, and it wants one thing.

To swallow Emmerich whole.

A dangerously powerful swallow rings around the room. His ass has entered her lips, along with his cock. Her taste buds are covered in his natural musk and it is euphoric. The sweet taste of a man on the edge, aroused and struggling for his life. It's so taboo, so wrong, she cares for the boy, but he's just so scrumptious ❤️~

Sam thrusts in and out of the latest spice in their sexual life. Seeing him no different than the sex toy in her belly already. He was ready to make that problem worse if it meant he could reach new peaks of arousal. And he had to admit that Emmerich's ass was tight in the best way possible. Clenching so tightly on his dick as he desperately kicked and squirmed. He roughly grabs each leg for both stability and to keep them still. His strength domineering over the stomach-bound boy. His cock sloshes through his innards, even poking outwards and pushing Emmerichs own cock into Sylvia's taste buds. Driving her deeper into a hunger filled craze.

Each thrust pushed him deeper, her lips struggling over the wealth of assmeat she had to get down. Her lips stretch further than ever as her oldest friend lost their bottleneck in her throat.

With his toy sinking away into his girlfriend, Sam thrusts intensified. His full body and every bit of strength he could muster to force his dick into Emmerich's resistant asshole. His body quivers with one final thrust, as pleasure overwhelms him. With this final thrust, Sylvia's throat works his ass down her throat. Sam pumps sickly sweet semen between Emmerich's delicious cheeks, as his cock is drawn from them. Some squirts in ropes across his ass and adds even more lubrication and flavor for sweet Sylvia to enjoy.

Both of her boys cried out in unison, aching, pleading for release, for mercy, for recognition! Sam got his way. Sam was used to getting his way. Emmerich didn't hate Sam before today, but then, Sam didn't adore Emmerich before today either. Sylvia's throat resonated as he cried out, fearful and now quite injured, frankly, ass glittering with a mess of cum and sweat and lube, cherry freshly popped. Emmerich numbly wrangled through a similar experience. God, there was something so gratifying about all those little ministrations as the little sweetheart came in concert with his counterpart - finally they were getting along. Emmerich hardly seemed to notice that he had, his head swimming, his heart pounding - his nostrils suddenly lit afire as he came on his own face, heartlessly wadded up and landing atop all his masticated cousins, and Sam's other competitor.

As his ass leaves her wind pipes, she can taste sweet air again. Just a tad, but enough to survive. But there's something else. An intense satisfaction as the boy between her lips makes contact with the bottom of her tummy. It just feels so... right.

Sam, weakened in his post climactic state, guides Emmerich's legs in. Not forcefully, Sylvia seems to no longer resist sealing this pathetic morsel in her plump gut. He watches his body disappear behind the layers of fat, and appear only as subtle bulges in the growing sack of a gut. Was that his face crying out? ... Fucking sexy.

Sam watched in awe, he and his lover sharing quite a moment as Emmerich's feet vanished into her, and her preposterously fattened belly parted his legs meaningfully. After cumming like that he could have sworn he'd be spent for a week, but sure enough his cock twitched, alive and well. "Holy fuck." The distant, plaintive bottom-of-a-well voice bleating mournfully in her belly shared a similar sentiment.

He did everything he could to spoil the moment, wailing and gnashing his teeth, kicking and swinging his whole body, subtly ushering her this way and that way, causing that too-small night shirt to ride up like a lifting curtain. Mmhf. He certainly added a sour note to the whole ordeal. Even besides the suddenly quadrupled pressure on her bruised tummy, there was something almost physiologically unpleasant about hearing poor Emmerich make a sound like - gracious - that. He sounded truly devastated, hurt and broken hearted and betrayed. The poor thing, he was betrayed. He was right, this was such a stupid idea. A hand laid on her belly, and a pretty, congratulatory smile tried to soothe her nerves some. It'd be ok, he seemed to wordlessly assure her.

"You actually - did it." Sam's hand shifted over the bulbous shape of her dear Emmerich, poor, sweet, long-suffering, soft-hearted little Emmerich, smiling slimily. Sam flinched. Did what, though? Without thinking, not considering Sylvia's time to process or grieve, he gave his victory a little taste, and gave himself time to gloat. "You actually ate him." He thoughtlessly added grim strokes to the already bleak picture of Emmerich's state~ For the first time that evening, he managed to acknowledge Emmerich's personhood without sneering, after invalidating it so concisely~

Her small dildo problem has grown much, much bigger. A whole person struggles and stretches out her organ. He's a lot worse than some toy, he's fighting for his life against her insides. And he'd cum in her! She'd remember how that felt anytime. Emmerich always clenched up in this adorable way. Nobody made a face like his either when he climaxed. Feeling it inside her was something she'd never expected to ever experience.

"I... ate.. him... oohhh. He's fighting! I'm so sorry Emmy! I didn't mean..."

...can she really say she didn't? She had adored his flavor. Her hands lift the combative boy bulge. Feel his struggles in her hands. This was wrong... but why did it feel right? Her belly groaned it's complaint, but it felt so fucking good to have him inside her!

Hot sex had dripped through her sensual sleepwear. She shivers in pleasure and discomfort. Oh god she couldn't handle this!

And the decision is made for her, Sam pulls her into bed with him. She's surprised, she'd been so focused on her belly that she hadn't noticed her partner's carnal desire. A sadistic smile on his face as he pushes Sylvia down. His obsession is her gut. He mounts it, his cock forced against Emmerich's swelling prison.

"You fucking ate him... He's trapped inside you!"

Using his full strength and new found erection, he thrusts down on Emmerich, still recovering and finding his bearings in his dark and slimy space. His every vibrating companion inside only adding to the internal chaos. The little space he has crunches him down as the air is fucked out of her belly. His humping forces a belch from his girlfriend's lips.

"We need to BROOUUP help-"

"No we fuckin don't-oh yeah struggle right there Emmerich. It feels amazing! He's meat. What kind of idiot falls into somebody's gut? Besides, I can see it. How much you loved eating him. I always knew you had a soft spot for him. That's why I had to-oh fuck Emmy is that your ass I'm fucking again? Ngh… Had to scare him off!"

He bends over her stomach, pushing her down by the arms and staring into her eyes. Danger gleams in his pupils.

"This is a win win... We all get to be one happy family. Me fucking you. And your stomach fucking up his pretty little body. Giving me more Sylvia to love."

Sylvia couldn't believe her boyfriend. Nor how his fucking was somehow easing her stomach. Crushing the fight out of Emmy. Her will was quivering. Maybe she was right. It would be so hot, he wanted nothing more than to see Emmy churn. Same wanted him to join the waves of flesh across her body. She wanted to grope her tits and assault Sam's cock knowing Emmy was right there pressing in. He would be the added spice in their life. Just knowing he'd sacrificed herself to her would keep the two of them fucking like this for months.

God, he was all over her. Was there anything in the world better than when he got like this? She was supposed to be mad at him. Sam was absolutely not the I-can't-stay-mad-at-you type, but somehow force-feeding her best friend to her was a can't-start-being-mad-at-you situation. It was a little funny to consider that - almost ha-ha funny. But even with her count now doubled, she didn't have such a mean bone in her body. Sam elevated her half-upright, pulling her by the wrists and arranging her so that she sat, back laid sharply against the head-board, irresistible belly spilling over her lap. Every way she could possibly sit was around Emmerich in the most literal sense, as he demanded her absolute attention in every respect, body and attitude. God, it was so heinous! The sort of thing you badly looked forward to regretting.

"Ooohhh, I'm sorry Emmerich! I'm sorry we never connected. But... but like this I feel like you've found your place in my life. Like this was what should have always been. I want you. I can't fight Sam. I love you so much! And I'll love having you with me forever!"

Human sacrifice. Mmhph - it was definitely virgin territory for them. She was like a goddess now - or... no. She was like a temple. Sam had somehow managed to look stately in that moment even as he literally rubbed poor Emmy's face in it, never one to be graceful in victory. She was like a temple, and that temple's god was Sam~ A shudder-worthy thought. How could she have done this? How could she have ever considered it? She couldn't have, despite everything feeling so perfect now, that missing puzzle piece that she didn't even know she'd been waiting 20-something years for had magicked itself home, and even now, was there even one thing she'd not give up to change what had happened? Sam bent over her belly, laying his weight on it as he kissed her. There was at least one thing she wouldn't give up to change tonight, and that meant in Sam's temple, Emmy didn't have a prayer. Her belly gurgled harmoniously as poor Emmerich still lashed out inside, under what felt like just a millimeter of skin.

"I love you so much too." Sam answered, not the first time he'd stolen her from poor Emmerich, as far as he was concerned, never one to feel silly for winning a competition no one else had joined. "I'll love having you forever."

That initial excitement was beginning to wilt. New frontiers were charted, and more and more everyone involved seemed to become ready to discover a new normal. "Can he breathe?" That had to be the first time Sam ever cared if Emmerich was still breathing. He could. He'd have run out of air 20 seconds into his internment if he couldn't - she could have been as big as a cruise-ship and he would have run out of air, if her light-headed huffs didn't nourish both of them. "Can you hear him?" She could, though he hadn't had much to say. There was screaming. There was demanding to know what she was thinking, though not in so many words, there was, hurtfully, stammered rejections of her apologies and I love you's and all else.

He'd adjust though. There was time for him to. He had to adjust, his sourness was the only thing that even tried to make that moment imperfect, and it seemed almost like a law of nature that that couldn't stand.

"Stand up~" Sam inched his way to the edge of her bed. God, really? Not even this time, an exception couldn't be made? He took her by the hand, tugging her towards that big, full-body mirror that had pre-existed their relationship. Sam had a major belly kink, one of a not small number of things he had in common with the meat in her belly, funnily. Her Sam kink was always enough to make up the difference~ It seemed like his favorite thing in the whole world was exploring their accomplishments together and - well~ as far as accomplishments went, this felt world historical~

Sam stepped behind his lover. His queen, his goddess. His dick found its home between her cheeks as he reached by her waists and cupped her gut with both hands. He toyed with it, shaking it and watching it be possessed with life. His next words were whispered into Sylvia's ears, gentle realities growing like seeds in her mind.

"He looks like he was made to be in your beautiful stomach. He's always wanted a place next to you. And if he stays in there... He'll be the one closest to your heart. It almost makes a boy jealous~"

His left hand rises to grope the overwhelming mass of titfat above her heart.

"The rest of him will course through you. Beat with your heart. You love him, right? That upsets me. You should only love me. You don't want to upset me, do you?"

Sylvia whimpered, Sam's words meant everything to her. She was too aroused, too influenceable. Her mind couldn't handle the stress. She had never been a great thinker. Wouldn't following her boyfriend be enough? Love was always the right path? She couldn't live with him upset.

"Please... Don't get mad... He came on his own..."

His lethal smile crept back, his girlfriend really was the best. Like putty in his hands. She craved his validation. Even to the point of murder.

"Well... I'll forgive you. If you melt this old fuck toy down. You've known each other for how many years?"

Her eyes stare at the bulge in her gut, that quivering mass was somebody she'd known for so long she struggled to remember the exact day they met.

"Freshman year... So more than a decade. He'd seemed so lost. I was too. I took a leaf from his hair... His eyes were filled with wonder when he stared up at me. So full of life and spunk. A witty comment… always ready."

A whole decade. A relationship spanning such a long amount of time in their short life. All ending as a meal to fuck over.

"Sylvia. You both were lost. But now you've found each other. This is how you were meant to end up. I get to date you and every lovable part of you... And he gets to love your stomach. It's a short, and tragic relationship. But the two of them will have a love we'll never forget. The only problem is poor Emmy seems to not be getting the bigger picture... You need to tell him his place. And how much love your belly will give him."

His hands return to her belly. And Sylvia's full attention is back to her gut. It was as painful as ever. But that didn't seem important. With a tone she'd never used before, she speaks loudly to her decade long friend.

"Emmy... I thought I loved you. I always did. Since the moment you walked into my sight. Those moments you snuggled up to my belly had always been my favorite. Where you seemed like the person I'd want to settle my life with. But I was wrong. It wasn't me. I wanted you inside of me. My belly would groan for the boy who was as sweet as dessert. But with a sour twist that would drive my tastebuds wild. You always looked delicious. My belly was the one who fell in love at first sight. And it finally has you... and I can't bear to tear you away from it. You belong in there, Emmy. You belong to it. I need you to understand this. I want you to accept it. Please accept the love my stomach gives. I know it may seem painful, or cruel. But it can't love any other way. It's going to digest you. And I'm going to love every second of it. Because my best friend will always be right by my side, in the place he always belonged."

She cradles her gut in a hug, her stomach howling its digestive melody as if it wanted to say I love you itself.

And Sam's dick was fucking hard as she spoke to her friend like that. He bit his lip, holding himself back from interrupting her with a surprise from behind. It was better to let them have this moment.

For the first time since he'd arrived, since Sylvia had finally brought him home, he'd stalled, quiet and contemplative despite all his trembling as the trio posed for the mirror, haunting and grimly picturesque. Sam's hands lustfully orbited her belly the whole while as she breathily shared her findings. Emmerich winced through every word of it, crushed after just six words. He huddled over himself, whimpering, sobbing dryly as the pair ravenously probed him, little vultury pinpricks of their fingers prematurely nipping at his dumbstruck features.

'I thought I loved you'.

She shared it like it was good news, like he was expected to congratulate her for the little journey of self discovery that had brought her to those words. It was funny to consider that even now he didn't get it. He wasn't 'supposed to' anything about her revelation. If any of this was about him, he wouldn't have been in her stomach. Hmph - it was an adjustment, but it was frighteningly easy to understand suddenly why Sam could be so cruel to his runner-up. There was none of the righteous vengefulness that empowered his cruelty but it was easier. It was easier not still feeling a little guilty about all those canceled plans, or about cutting phone calls short because of sour looks from across the room, or about any of the other little ways she'd cast him aside. She hadn't called Emmerich downstairs because of some sentimental attachment to her first victim, it was a problem to solve. All those little things that Sam was just a little more of? Well~ Add that to the list; Emmerich had come to solve her vibrator problem, and Sam had successfully solved her Emmerich problem.

Life just seemed so much easier now that that code had finally been cracked - a massive weight off her shoulders, all bound up somewhere much more palatable. Emmerich was at a loss for words. He'd had so much to say about her discovery that he couldn't even think straight, but the unspoken words tapped in morse code by her pounding pulse as her lover's fingers skated over her perfected figure. "H-how could you?" Emmerich finally submitted. She couldn't, of course. Ten years of surviving outside of her belly ought to have spoken to that, that was why she needed him. Those narrow, spindly fingers descended from her belly, frisking the underside in transit, and then, nipping at her neck, Sam burrowed, his middle finger nibbling at her aching, sore clitoris. Her belly reacted instantly, cooing as the lapping mess made similar advances between Emmerich's legs.

"How could you!?" Her belly erupted, scratching and kicking, throwing its own weight against itself, throwing a vicious tantrum which Sam went to some cursory effort to tamp down, only so that Sylvia wouldn't be hurt by it.

Bitter, Bitter regret already salted her pleasure. But the utter obedience Sam had her under kept her listening to his commands and not her meat’s cries. Was it cruel to call him that? But it was true. Undeniably true. He would be like the steak she’d had hours before…

A battle wore on in her belly. An ugly fight between boyfriend and girlfriend. But her belly wasn't the kind of girl to let a man go. Not until she had the last word. Likely some variation of grrmmbbl.

It was painful. So, so painful. In so many ways. But... her lover's hands found the other truth. She was sopping. Desperately in need of sweet release. Emmerich inside of her was pure bliss.

"Now tell him what we're gonna do." Sam ushered into her ear. Emmerich screamed in outrage at the heart drumming furiously over his head at that thought. Nnhf. Did this count as a threesome, anyway? Not technically, for sure - there were only two people involved, after all - but it was definitely as close to one as Sam would ever permit~

Two-and-a-halfsome, maybe. That vibrator was probably modeled after someone out there, that ought to count as a .5~ Her belly cooed merrily, bittersweetly aching - god, this was heavenly.

"I think... ugh... god... please stop... We're going to fuck. He's going to break me until I forget you're even in there. At least until morning. You'll have your date inside me that whole time. It may get a bit-ngh painful… Oh god that hurts... right there Sam… Oh who am I kidding, it's probably hellish in there. My broiling acids with a stomach crushing in, and us crushing you even more."

Pleasure grows in her depths, her hips shake and grind against her boyfriend's dick. Him cooing as she escalates.

Poor Emmy relished her pleading. He'd take revenge where he could get it. Any sarcasm or double-meaning to her wavery pleading was lost on him as he dug his heels in, literally, and wrestled with both sets of crowding hands which sought to contain him. He was so small, so passive and manageable outside of her, but, validating, perhaps, he was devastatingly effective at wielding his mass against her from inside. Maybe it was natural talent, maybe a kidney shot from inside was an a-rose-by-any-other-name case, it wasn't like she'd need to test or experiment. No, she could give him that, at least. Finally Emmerich was enough, it simply didn't serve anyone to even picture his competition in this case. A Sam for her, and an Emmy for her stomach~ Perfect - symmetrical - utterly non-overlapping~

"You're going to suffer in there. It's gonna hurt so bad, but it'll all be worth it to be with me! To be one with me! You deserve it! You loved my body. It's going to grind you down into my plush insides and- oh god oh god! You're going to be the next set of brown loaves leaving my ass! I didn't even think about-oh no oh god Sam I can't- its- its!"

Her body quivers in pleasure. her boyfriend shakes in tune.

They wait. For one pitiful cry from the meat in Sylvia's gut. The meat she'd just turned wholeheartedly against. One little whimper is all it would take to send them over the edge.

To be continued... tomorrow.