Chapter 4
Natasha burped loudly as Melinda fed her the last of her dinner. The assassin was completely immobile after a year of nearly constant stuffings. May, for her part, had plumped up nicely as well, soft, rounded potbelly jiggling when she walked, cradled by her skintight jumpsuit. The brunette quickly finished her own dinner before she tended to her bloated wife.
"Good girl. That's my big, greedy girl," she cooed, rubbing Natasha's fat body with a warm cloth. She hefted the assassin's heavy fat rolls and bathed the obese woman, kissing her as she kneaded her dimpled gut. "How do you feel?"
"Mmmm. Full. Warm. Fat,"
Melinda smirked. "Can I get you anything?"
"Just lay here with me,"
She curled up against Natasha's hefty frame, allowing herself to sink into the plush fat billowing around the assassin's massive bulk. "You're so soft,"
"I love you. Thank you for taking care of me,"
May was caught off guard by the easy show of affection from the usually stoic Natasha. "You're welcome, baby. But I've got one more thing for you," she crooned as her belly gurgled.
Nat's eyes lit up greedily. "What is it? Gimme..."
Melinda raised herself up and straddled Natasha's chest, carefully avoiding her full belly. She scooted her way up to the redhead's face and let out the loudest, smelliest fart either of them had ever experienced. "That," May chuckled, rubbing a green-looking Natasha's tummy, "was payback for your little stunt the first time you stuffed me,"
"I remember," Nat groaned. "And, damn, was that payback ever a bitch!"