"You know, Margaret, you could really stand to put on some weight," Sebastian exclaimed, his arms folded across his chest as he slouched slightly in his metal chair. After a few seconds of letting the clumsiness of this sage remark sink in, the deer suddenly scrambled to straighten his posture so that his back was fully perpendicular with his seat cushion. "Ah, well, uh...what I meant to say was..." As he trailed off, he hesitantly glanced toward his friend seated across the table from him, fearing that he had entirely overstepped his bounds. 

	The gangling giraffe had seemingly become frozen in place, her face positively flush with embarrassment and her ears folded back tightly against her radiant chestnut brown hair. Sebastian sighed, realizing that his utter lack of grace with speaking had yet again reared its ugly head. He began scooting himself forward in his chair until his chest was a millimeter from the shiny red tabletop in front of him. Margaret, jolted out of her stupor by the sudden screeching sound of iron grinding against concrete, plugged her ears firmly with her thumbs until the cacophony had finally dissipated. 

	With his heart pounding and his hands trembling slightly, Sebastian looked up again, although not directly at the giraffe, and cleared his throat before beginning once more. "I'm sorry, I...didn't mean to say it like that. It's just that you're as skinny as a rail, and I--"

	"What do you mean? What's wrong with th-that?" Margaret stammered. She halfheartedly poked at her belly a few times with her index finger, trying to divert attention from her clear discomfort. 

	"N-nothing! I mean, you're a giraffe and all, but just look at yourself! Your torso is nearly thinner than mine, and we all know I'm as lanky as they come," Sebastian hurriedly explained, beginning to blush a shade of deep red not dissimilar to that of his friend's face. 

	"But you're a DEER. You're supposed to weigh a lot less than me; we're totally different species," Margaret huffed. 

	The two sat in an awkward silence in front of the ice cream parlor they had just reached just minutes ago. Sebastian began drumming his fingers against the tabletop, trying to feel out the appropriate moment to speak again. He pursed his lips a couple of times, but the fear of the repercussions of opening his mouth again dissuaded him from initiating another conversation. In the middle of his mental tug-of-war, Sebastian noticed from the corner of his eye that Margaret had placed her palms squarely on the table, and he then decided that this was his opportunity to make amends.

	The deer extended his arms across the table and rested his hands gently upon Margaret's, which were incredibly soft and reassuringly warm. The calming effect of this sensation immediately restored the confidence in Sebastian to speak once more. "I'm sorry that I'm not the best with words. All I'm trying to say is that you should try to fill out your body a bit more; it would bring out your natural curves better, and it would probably be healthier for you in the long run." 

	Without skipping a beat, Margaret retorted, "Well, if you're willing to contribute to the cause, how about ice cream on you this time?" The giraffe cracked a smile and tilted back in her chair, no longer showing any signs of the prior melancholy that had worried Sebastian so deeply.

	Sebastian took a deep breath, wiped away a few stray beads of sweat from his forehead, and smirked. "Always an opportunist, eh, Margaret? This counts as reparations, I suppose." He excused himself from the table and opened the door to the parlor, triggering the customary jingle of the bell that announced that a customer had arrived. The deer held the door open briefly, anticipating that Margaret would follow him. "Do you want to come in, or do you just wanna stay outside until I come back?"

	"I'll just sit out here. Don't worry about me," the giraffe reassured Sebastian, gesturing for him to go on. "I'll be fine, promise." Shrugging his shoulders, the deer entered the parlor, letting the door close behind him with a resounding thump. 

	Margaret crossed her legs under the table and leaned forward, her stomach taut against the hard surface of the plastic fixture in front of her. "What if Sebastian is right? I've never really given it much consideration, but it would probably be beneficial to me to gain some weight. I've had my fair share of being called scrawny, and who knows...maybe this would make me more attractive to him. I could certainly stand to be a few pounds heavier, at the very least," she thought. She pinched her shoulders inward, pressing her firm but modest breasts against one another, and examined her person. "I've never been very satisfied with B-cups, anyway..."

	While the giraffe was entirely caught up in her thoughts, Sebastian had already returned with two shimmering ice cream cones in hand. "Hey, Margaret? You look like you've totally zoned out there. Are you sure you're okay?"

	Startled, Margaret recoiled with such force that the front legs of her chair were momentarily lifted in the air before unceremoniously clanging against the ground again. She clumsily parted her hair away from her face and shuffled her body to align herself more comfortably with the contours of her seat. "Oh! Well...I was just thinking about what you said earlier, and--"

	"Oh boy, I really did shake you up a bit there, huh? Just forget that I said anything and--"

	"No, it's not that; actually...I think I'm gonna take your advice." Sheepishly, Margaret twiddled her fingers and looked down at the ground, tracing the outline of a crack in the sidewalk with the rubber of her left shoe. "I know it's not healthy for me to be a walking skeleton, and maybe putting on a few pounds wouldn't be so bad, and--"

	"Hey, hey, hey, hold on, there," Sebastian stuttered, wildly flinging his hands upward in an attempt to get Margaret's attention. "Don't worry about it. I didn't mean to get you all flustered." Sebastian shifted his focus from his friend to the ice cream cones in his hands, which were beginning to melt from the warmth of the afternoon sun. "Here, take one of these," he insisted, thrusting the cone in his right hand toward Margaret.

	"Th-thanks." Margaret reluctantly took the offering and began to slowly lick the sides of the now less-than-frozen ice cream, navigating along the rough ridges of the cone where the ice cream had begun to drip.

	Without realizing it, Sebastian had become fixated upon the giraffe as she nimbly worked her tongue around her dessert. He thought to himself, "I really hope I didn't get her too worked up. She's really self-conscious about her appearance, and I could have said what was on my mind a bit more eloquently. But who knows, maybe she'll actually heed my advice. As she said, a few pounds wouldn't be so bad..." Suddenly, the deer flinched; his train of thought had been interrupted by the cold reality of the ice cream in his hand dribbling down his wrist.

---

	 Margaret gasped for breath as she rested momentarily on the cold, tiled floor of her kitchen, tenderly rubbing her distended belly. Wearing nothing more than her silken bathrobe, she slowly surveyed her surroundings as best as she could from her sideways position, blinking away her blurred vision. Several ice cream containers, most of which were largely empty, had been carelessly strewn about the kitchen; plastic lids littered the ground haphazardly. Still tightly clutching the silver spoon that she had been using to eat the dessert, Margaret struggled to push herself off the ground. She slid her back upward against the nearby refrigerator door until her torso was completely upright; the sudden chill from the appliance's exterior sent a brief shiver down her spine. 

	The giraffe refocused her attention on the mess that was now in front of her, trying to recollect what exactly had just transpired. Rubbing her temples in order to ward off the impending brain freeze, Margaret exhaled and shut her eyes. "Did...did I just go through several gallons of ice cream in one sugary binge?" Hoping that her efforts were not in vain, she delicately lifted her belly upward, causing a slight sloshing sound. The unexpected noise startled Margaret, who flailed her arms upward before stopping herself midair, causing the spoon to ricochet off the counter behind her with a dulled clang. 

	Looking to get away from the scene of her self-imposed embarrassment, Margaret forced herself to stand. However, she felt her knees buckle a bit in response to the extra weight of her paunch. Using the nearby wall to steady herself, Margaret staggered her way toward her bedroom to properly lie down, the newly formed folds of her stomach slapping lightly against her thighs in synchronization with her every step. 

	Once she had finally reached her bedroom, Margaret flopped down onto her foam mattress, causing the bed frame to give slightly due to the sheer momentum of her body. Letting her legs dangle over the sides of the bed, the giraffe craned her neck to inspect her behind, having left the robe in a heap in the kitchen long ago. With one free hand, she gave the left side of her rear a light squeeze; to her displeasure, it felt only marginally bigger than it did several ice cream containers ago. 

	"This isn't quite as easy as I had hoped it would be," Margaret thought, gingerly massaging her backside. She then rolled herself over and put her hands flat on her stomach, which was pleasantly warm in contrast to the dessert she had been eating. "There's got to be a more efficient way to get heavier..."

	Looking for some sort of inspiration, the giraffe glanced around her poorly illuminated room until her eyes settled on the backlight being emitted from her cell phone lying face down on the end table. Immediately, Margaret reached less than nimbly for the electronic device, swiped across the screen, and fumbled through her contact list before stopping on the name of the intended individual. Tapping to initiate a call, Margaret then waited as her phone rang once, twice, and a third time before a click was heard, followed by a low-pitched, monotone "Yes?"

	"Hey...I have a favor to ask of you," Margaret whispered, her voice tingling with excitement.

---

	Sebastian peered out from behind the blinds of his home's front window, shielding his eyes from the morning sun with his left hand. "Well...that isn't something you see every day." For reasons unbeknownst to him, a nondescript eighteen-wheeler was parked in Margaret's driveway, its front end jutting out partially into the street. The deer struggled to make out the scene; he could only distinguish Margaret signing a clipboard in front of a more average-sized individual, who appeared to be a deliveryman of sorts with his grizzled, shaggy beard and trucker cap.

	Margaret handed the clipboard back to the man, who then sauntered toward the driver side of his vehicle, opened the door with a tug, and stepped inside. The engine could be heard sputtering several times before the truck finally started up and pulled away from the driveway, revealing a massive collection of unmarked boxes piled to the ceiling in the garage.

	A visible crease had formed upon Sebastian's forehead. The deer let the blinds return to their natural state, causing a small clattering of plastic against glass. With his keys jingling in his pockets, he hurried outside to get to the bottom of the situation. 

	"Hi, Sebastian! What's up?" Margaret beamed, waving her arm. Sebastian had already come to an abrupt stop in front of his friend, doubling over to catch his breath. 

	"Y-you're asking me? That's...that's what I should be asking you!" Still hunched over, Sebastian gestured toward the garage stacked high with unknown goods and was about to speak again before he stopped short, his sights having suddenly relocated elsewhere. Margaret's spotted midriff was bulging out from under her now severely undersized blouse, the navel plain in view; the jeans Margaret was wearing looked ready to burst at the seams from the sea of giraffe fat around the waist.  

	"Well, I worked some of the connections that I have...namely one with a catering company, and they delivered me all of the food from orders that either were never paid or were refunded within the past few days. What a lucky break, huh?" Margaret turned back from the garage to face Sebastian again, whose mouth was noticeably ajar. 

	Struggling to mask his disbelief, Sebastian weakly raised his right index finger as if to protest, but the giraffe grabbed the deer by the wrist. "Come on, small stuff, let's go inside. I only put these clothes on for public decency to sign off the delivery; these pants are killing me!" Margaret clicked the garage opener on the wall beside her with her free hand and then started to drag Sebastian by the arm inside. As she walked, she unbuttoned, unzipped, and then stepped out from her pesky jeans, allowing for her flabby belly to wobble freely and rhythmically. 

	"You know, Sebastian, you should really loosen up a bit. Maybe if we--" As Margaret began to step through the entrance to the living room, her ample love handles chafed against the doorframe, the flesh molding itself around the narrow contours. Attempting to plant her raised leg, the giraffe found she was unable to move any further. Suddenly aware of her predicament, Margaret began to sway her hips rigorously in a last-ditch effort to get free, her tail flickering about as she moved, but each pivot served to keep her wedged even more firmly in place. 

	"I guess I should have come back in through the front door..." Margaret swiveled her neck to find Sebastian behind her, hardly moving a muscle, aside from what seemed to be a slight increase in his breathing rate. With a raised eyebrow, Margaret cooed, "Sebastian, can you lend me a hand or two and get me out of here?"

	Upon hearing his name, Sebastian broke out of his trance with a start. "O-oh, yeah. Sure," he stammered. "I've never seen her act this straightforward before," the deer remarked to himself as he shuffled his feet closer to Margaret. "I nearly zoned out staring at her behind, and she's not even embarrassed about it. In fact, she's encouraging it!"

	His forehead growing hot, Sebastian reached out reluctantly toward Margaret with his right hand and dug his fingers into the malleable, plump rear that was presented right in front of his face. The giraffe trembled slightly, biting her lower lip from the sudden stimulation. "C-come on, now! Two hands and a push will do it!"

	With less hesitation than before, Sebastian grabbed a copious amount of giraffe flesh with his free arm and began to push with all of his might, his hands becoming slowly enveloped by the excess pudginess. While the deer provided his support from behind, Margaret gradually began to twist herself counter-clockwise, managing to finally set down the leg that had been held captive midair. Having found some sort of stability, the giraffe extended her arms in order to grip the wall directly in front of her and pull. This finally gave Margaret the impetus to pop out from the doorway's clutches with a sudden jolt. Immediately upon the giraffe regaining her limited mobility, her belly lurched forward with her momentum and then shifted back just as quickly, jiggling gently in place until reaching a standstill. 

	Panting audibly and crouching to an extent, Margaret hastily wiped her forehead with the back of her outstretched forearm. She turned to find her friend crumpled up in a heap on the floor, having toppled over from unexpectedly losing the physical support that he had held onto so tightly. The giraffe ambled over to Sebastian and picked him up by the shoulders, placing him neatly onto his feet again. 

	"See? You just have to have a bit of confidence about yourself." Margaret dusted off the deer's t-shirt with a few flicks of the side of her hand before stopping herself in the act. Clear as day, Margaret observed a sizeable protrusion below the deer's belt. 

	Sebastian and Margaret locked eyes once more; while Sebastian blushed a dark crimson, forcing a sheepish grin, Margaret licked her lips and smirked. "And maybe a little extra, at that..." She swiftly removed her blouse, tossed it aside onto the floor, and whipped around again to face the deer. "Now, Sebastian, as you're the guest, you need to observe the rules of the household...no clothing allowed." 

	In one fluid motion, Margaret reached out and lifted Sebastian's shirt bottom, yanking it off cleanly from the deer and letting it ripple briefly in the air. "H-hold on! Margaret, what are you doing?" Sebastian exclaimed, crossing his arms tightly one another upon the sudden exposure of his torso. 

	Margaret grasped the fold of her belly closest to her waiting hands and jostled it playfully. "You said I could stand to put on some weight," she said, nodding her head toward the deer, "and you're gonna help me do that. Pants off, boxers off, Sebastian." She began to make her way over to the kitchen, leaving Sebastian shirtless and by his lonesome.

	The deer stood still, contemplating what exactly he had just experienced. "I'm still getting used to this dominant demeanor of hers," he mused. With an unsteady hand, he unfastened his pants and let them fall gracefully to the ground with his underwear, revealing the erection that he had been unable to keep out of view from Margaret. "But I can't say I don't enjoy it..."

	Sebastian briskly followed behind the giraffe and soon found himself before yet another panorama of packages. Margaret had already begun opening a box; once the lid had been entirely lifted up, it revealed a decadent chocolate marble cake, layered with heaps of gooey icing. "Ahh, perfect. I've always had a penchant for all things chocolate," murmured Margaret, picking up the container by its bottom and moving it from the counter to the table. Looking up, she saw the deer and his unabashed manhood.

	"Sebastian! So glad you could join me!" Margaret glanced toward the living room, emphasized by a slight wave of her hand. "Don't just stand there. Move the couch into the kitchen; a wooden chair isn't gonna suffice for long." On command, Sebastian maneuvered his way through the jungle of packages, being careful not to step in any confectionery along his path. Upon arriving at his destination, the deer placed a tentative hand against the side of the couch, which was rather firm to the touch but nowhere near as satisfying as the last thing his hands had gripped, and made the furniture slide along the carpet back toward the kitchen. 

	   With little friction, the couch was transported rather seamlessly, and its stubby legs were soon welcomed in their transition to tile with a sharp clack. Sebastian nudged it a little more so that it rested evenly on the floor, then went back to where Margaret was waiting for him. "Very good. Now, shall we continue?" The giraffe eagerly returned to the cake that she had originally encountered, hoisting it out of the box with her bare fingers. 

	"Er...Margaret? Don't you want some utensils or something? It'll be awfully messy if you just--"

	"I don't need any utensils; that's what you're here for, Sebastian." The giraffe planted her pliable tush upon the couch cushion closest to her, shifting her weight around a bit in order to get comfortable, then lay down with a thump so that her body melded with the curvature of the couch and then some. She gestured with her index finger to come closer, and Sebastian approached the giraffe's side in a heartbeat.

	 He stood as close as possible to Margaret without being on the couch itself and leaned in, causing his cock to slowly rub against neighboring folds of giraffe flab. Sebastian's body twitched ever so slightly upon feeling the unfamiliar yet incredibly acute sensation. In turn, Margaret shuddered in ecstasy. She tilted her head toward Sebastian and whispered, "Let's make this pleasurable for the both of us. There will be much more of me to love soon enough."

	Eager to indulge in the lust that was flooding his senses, Sebastian grabbed a fistful of the moist, spongy cake, smushing the dessert in between his fingers. He stretched his arm out and forced his hand into Margaret's waiting mouth, spilling crumbs all over her face. The giraffe chewed briefly and gulped; with her prehensile tongue, she then scavenged for any morsels that had evaded her maw. Her eyes grew wide; Margaret suddenly clasped Sebastian's free hand with her own and pleaded, "More! I...I need more! Please, Sebastian!" 

	Rather than standing idly, Sebastian took the initiative to climb upon Margaret's body with the food. His knees sunk into the giraffe's pudgy abdomen, which yielded to the pressure like memory foam, and his balls rested against the quivering fat. Sebastian held the cake up directly against Margaret's mouth; the giraffe began taking large bites of the dessert, aided by the use of her tongue to break off huge chunks at a time. With each swallow, Margaret moaned, clenching the sides of the sofa with her fingers. Before long, the first container's contents had been entirely finished.

	Margaret patted the top of her belly, watching it ripple at the touch, and clamored, "I need more! I want to get bigger!" Sebastian eased himself off the giraffe and began sliding several towers of boxes closer to the sofa, thus reducing the need to make several round trips in a short period of time. Once he had finished, he mounted on top of Margaret once more, and the renewed stimulation from the softness made him buck his hips. "H-hah...Margaret...I can feel you getting heavier by the second..."

 	Struggling to maintain his composure, Sebastian shakily handed over another container to Margaret. "Key lime pie...another great choice," she mumbled. Without even having the decency to discard the box, the giraffe started wolfing down its contents. Within mere instants, the pie was no more, and Margaret threw away the package behind her, spraying loose crumbs everywhere. "Sebastian! Please, more! Don't you want to see me get bigger?" she begged. Sebastian reached for yet another box, and the giraffe snatched it away from him, consuming the dessert inside with an ardor that the deer had never witnessed before.

	As Sebastian continued to provide food to Margaret, he could feel her body swell steadily underneath him, requiring him to sturdy himself using the giraffe's love handles. Margaret's stomach began to protrude even further than it had before, pressing closely against Sebastian's taint, and her navel was stretching both wider and deeper at a rapid pace. The deer's cock glistened with pre, unashamed to fully show its appreciation for the giraffe's increasingly voluptuous body.

	The giraffe's modest bust was no longer; her breasts had filled out many times past their original size, forming an extensive amount of cleavage. While her arms had formerly been awfully thin, they too had thickened, so much so that the flab would wobble and shake uncontrollably as Margaret continued to satiate her appetite. Her thighs were like tree trunks; they trembled every time the giraffe squirmed out of bliss on the sofa. 

	After several dozen different assorted packages, Margaret's breathing had become labored, and the giraffe's movement was lethargic at best. Undaunted, she started into the next container of food, but she was abruptly interrupted by the sensation of a cool, viscous fluid forming a small pool upon her stomach. Pulling the box away from her face, Margaret saw a deer who was shivering from the arousal he was trying to suppress. 

	The giraffe put aside the container she had just been holding. "I guess I've been...erf...a bit selfish, huh?" She weakly motioned for Sebastian to get off, who eased himself from atop Margaret's undulating belly in a hurry. The giraffe swung her legs off the far end of the sofa as part of her attempt to stand up, but in spite of bracing herself with the couch's arm, she could only dismount a few inches before collapsing onto the floor in a heap. 

	Fortunately, Margaret's fall was cushioned by the weight she had accumulated in both her stomach and breasts; they buoyed the rest of the giraffe's body, which nearly suspended her limbs off the ground. Sebastian headed toward Margaret, who had tried rolling herself over but was obstructed by her own mass, which jiggled in a fashion not dissimilar to a water bed due to the persistent movement. The deer lent a hand, giving a quick nudge along the giraffe's side so that she could finally lay on her back. 

	Margaret huffed and puffed momentarily, having exerted far more energy than she thought possible for a movement that was practically trivial just the day before. In spite of this, she was now fully aware of the extreme sensitivity radiating throughout her body, and she knew then and there that this was fully worth any lack of mobility derived from her newfound weight.

	"Come 'ere, Sebastian...you can explore my body however you like," Margaret coaxed, stretching her arms and legs out to the best of her ability. "I made it this way just for you." No longer trying to conceal his carnal urges, Sebastian lowered himself on top of Margaret's abdomen to face her, planting a foot on either side of the giraffe. His cock flopped on top of Margaret's stomach with a smack, dribbling pre as it settled upon her. Using his hands to mold the belly's fat around his fully erect member, the deer began thrusting feverishly into the makeshift orifice, his balls swinging in tandem with the motion.

	"O-oh!" Margaret exclaimed, clenching her fists as the initial surprise was washed away by euphoria. The deer continued to pump his hips, gritting his teeth as he felt himself growing rapidly close to orgasm after being pent up for so long.

	"Ngh...Margaret, I...I--" Unable to say another word, Sebastian forced his eyes shut, fully aware he could not hold back any more. His whole body shuddered as he spurted several ropes of thick cum all over the top of Margaret's belly. Panting, the deer let go of the flab which he had been gripping, and he looked up to face Margaret, fearful that his early finish would be to her disappointment.

	Instead, Margaret seemed to look even more lustful than she had before, her mouth ajar and her tongue hanging languidly, dripping saliva from its tip. Just as Sebastian was standing up, the giraffe clutched the deer by his sides and pulled him forward toward her chest, causing his member to slide in between her ample bosom. "If you're gonna do something like that, at least use the part of my body that's naturally meant for it!"

	Taken aback, Sebastian sat motionless, fixated upon Margaret's chubby face, as he swiftly regained the erection that he had lost only for a brief moment. The deer cupped her breasts for support, which proved to be unbelievably malleable for their size, allowing him to shape them around his cock like before but with considerably more surface area to play with. Instinctively, Margaret whimpered, and she placed her hands on top of Sebastian's, pressing her tits even more firmly against one another. "L-let me!" she pleaded, the urgency compelling the deer to slip his hands out from under hers.

	In a rhythmic fashion, Margaret squished and gyrated her breasts so that they continuously grinded against the deer's genitalia, eliciting a cry of satisfaction from him. Sebastian tensed up, feeling his body surge with adrenaline once again. Letting his physicality take over, he began to hump the pillowy flesh, rubbing his member vigorously back and forth inside the yielding cleavage. 

	"M-Margaret, it's...so soft..." Sebastian drifted off, becoming entirely self-absorbed by the unadulterated tingling all over his body. Just as he had become accustomed to this feeling, the deer felt something rather long and viscous wrapping itself around the base of his shaft, stroking along the exterior both deliberately and dexterously. Glancing down as he continued to pump away, he saw the giraffe was using her tongue as another form of stimulation. 

	"H-hah! Ah!" With this seemingly unparalleled combination of sensuality, Sebastian reflexively uttered a noise that had no basis in speech but solely in pure jubilation. He tried to determine the expression upon Margaret's face; it appeared to be nothing short of lascivious, her cheeks flush with the warmth of desire.  

	Margaret squeezed her breasts even more tightly around Sebastian's manhood, causing the deer to yelp involuntarily. His hands immediately sought out the nearest folds of chub he could take hold of, stabilizing himself with them as best he could. Sebastian was only able to achieve a few more energetic thrusts before he began to climax with even greater volume than before, the long strands of semen unevenly coating the entirety of the giraffe's face.  

	Before Sebastian could speak, Margaret instantly retracted her tongue, only to use it to zealously lap up the fluids that the deer had so generously given her. "We have to keep going!" she implored, struggling to flip herself over once more from underneath Sebastian. "All of the food is very filling, but I want YOU the most!"

	The deer postured to keep Margaret from being able to wobble her way back on her stomach, stationing his shins at her sagging sides to pin her in place. He backed up toward the lower portion of the giraffe's belly, still somewhat slick from before, and stopped where the tip of his cock rested perfectly in her enlarged navel. Gently guiding it in with his index finger, he slid his member down into the vast, circular expanse, the inner walls of the navel contracting in response. 

	"It's...it's r-really sensitive in there!" Margaret stuttered, her voice breaking as the thrill of this unconventional penetration engulfed her very being. The deer himself was unsure of the limits that the navel could manage; while it handled his girth, its depth was still unknown. Determined to explore the giraffe's body as she had commanded earlier, he pressed his crotch deeper into the belly button, halfway anticipating that the head would eventually reach contact with the end of the tunnel. To his surprise, Sebastian found that as he glided further and further, he was unobstructed in his path.

	Met with only the resistance of the surrounding giraffe belly against his own midsection, the deer gasped, his face reddening at the discovery that the navel was able to accommodate his entire member. Brushing aside his incredulousness with a quick shake of his head, Sebastian pulled his waist outward a bit. With no more trepidation, he pounded enthusiastically inside the belly button, which constricted around the contours of his cock with just the right amount of pressure. 

	The deer experienced an immense rush of testosterone, making his continuous thumping all the more powerful, the action aided by the pre that he was already forming. In turn, Margaret's belly rose and fell with each thrust, producing a constant sloshing sound that massively heightened the giraffe's arousal. 

	Leaning forward and respiring audibly, Margaret used the thumb and index finger of both of her hands to pinch the circumference of her navel. Sebastian twitched perceptibly, the increased suction of the navel causing loud smacking noises with every movement he made. He then eased the rate of his pumping, allowing him to truly savor the traversal of the smooth, inviting flesh with his cock. 

	Using the undersides of his wrists, Sebastian propped up the neighboring rolls of fat above the navel, providing more clearance for a fuller range of motion. With every hearty slap by the deer, the giraffe's body rippled uncontrollably, unable to find any opportunity to settle. Sweat was forming on Margaret's brow; the continuous penetration of her navel brought the giraffe closer and closer to her own lustful breaking point, and the exhilaration was becoming too much to handle. 

	With the tension welling up in his member and hormones overwhelming his senses, the deer had no recourse but to embrace the heat of the moment. Perspiration dripping down his forehead, Sebastian bucked inside the all-enveloping belly button, gradually returning to the earlier, faster pace he had maintained. Incapable of mustering the control to speak, Margaret was more than content to let herself jiggle in place for the time being. 

	Sebastian passionately swayed his hips repeatedly, the walls of the belly button now exceptionally slippery with sexual fluid. Quivering with glee, the giraffe released her direct hold on her navel and instead pushed against the fat adjacent to it, forming an even deeper crevice to penetrate. A desperate "Mmmhph!" was all that Sebastian could muster, knowing now that he had truly arrived at the absolute apex of pleasure. 

	His cock trembling, Sebastian quickly nuzzled his head into Margaret's doughy abdomen and gripped her tightly, filling her navel with glob after gooey glob of warm cum. Pushed over the edge by her elation of satisfying her partner, Margaret too was brought to orgasm, her convulsions causing the deer to lurch as he was still inside of her.

	Winded, the two alternated with one another in their gasps for air. Having recovered his breath, Sebastian tentatively removed his genitalia from the belly button, utterly convinced that it had felt infinitely more pleasurable than any other orifice he had encountered before. As he dragged his member away from the navel and across the giraffe's pudgy stomach, the head left a measurable trail of fluid behind, but the deer and giraffe were well beyond concerns of such a trivial matter.	

	Sebastian and Margaret sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating the aftermath of their escapades. "That...that was incredible," the two remarked to themselves independently. Upon finishing their present thoughts, they looked at each other one more time. "Y'know, Sebastian...we still have the whole garage full of containers," Margaret hinted suggestively, an eyebrow cocked. 

	The deer looked at her up and down, her voluptuousness not lost on him, and remained stoic for a few fateful seconds before speaking. With the sides of his lips curling upward, he quipped, "Well...I guess I'll meet you there, huh?" The two smirked at one another. 

	"Don't worry, we'll get started in no time," the deer reassured his partner. Hoisting himself up, he meandered his way toward the location of the food storage, ready and willing for whatever would happen next.