She shivers and winces. It hurts, but in a good way. The thought that it'll hurt less soon with more of her to go around sends her to, what, the 7th new previously undiscovered height of flustration (the state of being flustered, not a typo of frustration) today?

As the proceedings come to a definite middle Monoceros exhibits more intent about her experimentations on Katie's helpless form.

Fuck, yep, those are her fingers going in. Fuuuccckkkk. Her legs are wobbling and twitching and fidgeting like she's had about a hundred cups of coffee. So are her arms, now. She makes a noise and flails her arm around to signal to Monoceros to remove her ass and pussy from her face for a moment so she can say something.

But consider, she doesn't wanna.

Fuckkkkkkkk. She wanted to change positions so she could be looking at her face when they come, but the refusal might be even hotter. She reaches back up for her tits and squeezes them as hard as she can, really digging her fingernails in.

"Awww, it's like you think you can hurt me. Silly squashblossom."

She's not one to back down from a challenge. She gets a mouthfull of ass and bites down hard. She'd try for the clit, but that's too big of a risk in case she didn't actually biteproof it and also it's next to impossible to actually line up her teeth with it when her face is being sat on.

Monoceros laughs when she gets off, a big joyous villainous laugh.

That did something for her? Good, good, she can work with this. She fits a skinny arm through the narrow gap between the mattress and Monoceros's gargantuan rump and maneuvers it to her clit to keep it occupied while she pinches and nibbles and gnaws at the flesh with her teeth and digs a thumb into her nipple with the other hand. She still isn't out of the fight yet. Let's go for a double-kill.

Is she sure about that? Monoceros is very distracting...

Her hands tremble. Her knuckles, and, uuuh, whatever the toe equivalent of knuckles are contract. She shudders. It feels like she's having sunshine beamed directly into her brain. No, that's not right. Sunshine is hot and burny and makes you all wrinkly. She doesn't know what's being beamed into her brain right now (caramel sauce? RPG "level up" notifications? cat purrs?) but she never wants it to stop.

Monoceros is cackling.

She's so fucking adorable. How did she get kidnapped by someone so fucking adorable. She has to be in like, the top 0.001% of potential kidnappers for adorableness. Katie grabs on for dear life to whatever bits of Monoceros happen to be nearest to her hands as she rides the wave of pleasure.

"The"?

fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. Her breathing is heavy, labored. She hastily resumes fingering and biting. Being in the heat of passion is cranking up her eagerness to please and she feels a twinge of guilt for leaving her poor nethers neglected for a moment. Her other hand gives her back rolls a playful pinch. She can't believe she forgot to go for those. Good thing she remembered before she finished. God, she's so wonderfully fat. Is she gonna get that fat? She sure hopes so. (There's a part of her that dreads it but that part is hogtied in a closet with a gag over its mouth right now.)

Speaking of, Monoceros is petting her tummy now. Not too hard. Pet pet.

She moans appreciatively. Monoceros's hands are so warm and the attention on her stretched skin feels so good. Her legs continue fidgeting. She fumbles for her upper arm and gives it a loving squeeze. One of the most underrated parts of a fat woman. She'll make sure she gives it the attention it properly deserves.

"My bony little chicken wing. I'll fix you up right."

Fuck. That got her. GOT her got her. Her legs twitch closer together. A bite stops in its tracks. She squeezes the arm flesh harder. That sentence was like one of those fictional magic arrows that splits into multiple arrows after being fired and it hit her right in the clit and the heart at the same time. She wants nothing more for than this beautiful, adorable, forceful lady to fix her up, nourish her, make her soft, abundant, comfortable. She wants it so fucking bad.

"Aren't I lucky. You could've been anybody. But you're this hungry lusty little morsel." She tugs away the hand on her arm, the better to chomp into Katie's own arm like it's corn on the cob.

The bite makes her acutely aware of how bony she is, which in turn makes her even more acutely aware of how badly she wants to be not that. She draws nearer and nearer to orgasm #2 as she envisions what her body is gonna look like soon, how it's gonna feel, what sex is gonna be like then, how she might even be able to finish a whole meal she just had without even needing the pink stuff. She wonders if the pink stuff will let her eat even more then. A tantalizing question. 

Gnaw gnaw. "I'm gonna put little pearl seeds in you as soon as you're big enough... here, and here," the forearm, the bicep, "a few hereabouts..." a stroke of her hand over the distended belly. "I hope you have a helpful fat distribution, thighs are a good place for it..."

Her hips buck involuntarily. She pinches the clit firmly but delicately and bites down on some assflesh like it's a wooden stick and she's about to recieve unanesthetized surgery (which she apparently might be soon.) That'd be helpful for more than just pearls. Her mind is flooded with visions of her thighs swelling, thickening, puffing up like rising dough until they squish together like reunited lovers embracing. 

Monoceros laughs again. Climbs off and gives Katie a final tweak where it counts.

Her legs cross. She grabs onto the bed for newfound lack of Monoceros's thighs. With her ass no longer on top of it, she can now see the big, stupid grin on Katie's face as she comes. Her hair is splayed out adorably on the mattress. She could be the image on the Wikipedia page for "Happiness".