The Honeymoon

The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
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The Honeymoon
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Based on the following prompt:Melinda and Natasha get married and on their honeymoon Natasha reveals that she wants to get hugely fat. Melinda encourages this and in the end Natasha is immobile and needs Melinda to take care of her every need. Lots of burps from Natasha, belly rubs, and stuffing with Melinda gaining just a bit of weight so Natasha doesn't crush her when they have sex. Also, a scene where Natasha sits on Melinda's face and farts with all her might and Melinda returning the favor when Natasha is totally immobile.
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Chapter 2

When the couple departed the resort after the end of their two week honeymoon, Natasha's figure had become noticeably fuller and rounder; and she loved it. Melinda would catch her absentmindedly rubbing her belly as she watched TV or kneading her love handles as she ate. May had also begun feeding Natasha regularly.

She was particularly fond of pasta with heavy, fattening sauces and would eat plates and plates of it in a single sitting. Eventually, as the assassin's weight ballooned, Melinda began ordering one, then two, then three, trays of family sized portions from the local pizza place.

Currently, Natasha was working on her fifth tray, a new personal record. She was sweating profusely as she ate, painfully stuffed, but determined. Each bite she took made it increasingly difficult to breathe as her overly full stomach encroached on her lungs inside her abdomen.

"That's enough," Melinda said, very concerned as she went to take the food from her greedy wife.

Natasha just growled and burped.

"Sweetheart, you're going to hurt yourself,"

"I know my limits," she protested, panting. "I'm at them, but only have a bit of food left. I need to push past them,"

"Nat!" Melinda warned. "I'm taking it away at the count of three. One,"

The redhead shoveled pasta into her maw at an alarming rate.

"Two,"

She only had a few more bites, but knew her wife was serious. She picked up the remaining pasta up in a heaping handful and stuffed it into her mouth with a moan.

"Three," finished Melinda, removing the tray from Natasha's sauce covered hands before she licked the pan.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." she whimpered, arching her back, trying to push against the fullness throbbing in her gut.

May knelt before her and rubbed soothing circles into her wife's stuffed tummy, cooing gently, willing her to sleep so she could get some relief. She expertly kneaded Nat's gut, shifting her gorge around with skilled hands, pressing here and there, burping her wife as she applied just the right amount of pressure until, eventually, the assassin passed out.

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