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>It doesn't take long for the final third of the pizza to be fed to Amethyst and rejoin its components inside of her belly, which has now bloated up to the point of being as big around as a volleyball, and firm while still retaining a good deal of squishiness.
>WIth a content sigh, Amethyst gives an enormous belch before resting her hands on her ball belly.
>"Aw man, now THAT hit the spot. Ya really did me a solid, anon."
>Mesmerized by how bloated her belly has become, you gawk at its round form as her white tank top strains to keep itself around it. And it isn't lost on Amy either, as she chuckles at your unsubtle gawking.
>"Heh, I can tell that ya wanna do more than just looking. Well hey: if ya wanna get all touchy-feely be my guest. Just be gentle, ya big dork!"
>You pounce at the oppurtunity and get straight to work with pampering Amethyst's belly. You pull up her top to where you expose her purple gut for all the world to see, gently squish your hands against her chub, and proceed to give the sides of her belly a vigorous rubbing.
>"OH! Oh god, anon... ah, that feels so good... so fuckin' good, man..."
>You continue rubbing her belly clockwise for a minute or so, before shifting your hands up to the top of her gut and continuing the process there. From here, you can almost feel the food digesting under your fingertips as her stomach churns and gurgles away.
>With one last, powerful belch, Amethyst sighs and shoots you a loving glance.
"Heh. Ya know, I ought to do this more often. Just get ya to stuff my face and give me a free gut massage to boot. Maybe we oughta do Mexican next time! 'Cause I tell ya, the bloating and noises and gas and all that good shit... man. You've gotta see it for yourself."
>You break out into a cold sweat and swallow down a lump. You were focused on living in the present, but the thought of an even bigger, gassier Amethyst... you already couldn't wait until next time.
