>>48808225I want to force Purin to eat a large meat lovers pizza from Pizza Hut. Her flat tummy will distend as she tries to eat it all so she can prove she is in fact worthy of being an American.
All that greasy meat building in her stomach will cause her to break out in a severe case of the meat sweats as she begins stripping off layers to stay cool. Her small, sweaty, and probably a little musky body will be sitting in that chair completely exposed as she holds her stomach trying not to puke up the pizza.
That of course will be when she calls on me, (the loyal flan) to clean off all of that sweat with my tongue. Purin will no doubt call me names and mock me for being so eager to lap up the pizza grease and random toppings that have fallen onto her small belly like (for lack of a better term) a dog.
Thankfully my years of being mocked by this kusogaki brat have hardened me to criticisms as I massage her pudgy belly that mimics that of a pregnant woman in her second trimester with how far it is sticking out.
Purin will be completely at my mercy trying to play it cool and realizing just how hard it is to move when you're that full. Once I have thoroughly cleaned her tummy, I will move onto her armpits. She will be resistant at first, "why armpits?" she will ask, to which the answer will be a greasy slice of pizza rubbed under them.
The lukewarm meats caressing her sensitive skin causing her to moan slightly before declaring the moment ruined when I begin consuming the greasy, smelly concoction I have created under each of her arms.
When Purin begins ridiculing me calling me a pervert and pointing out how hard I've gotten during this time, I will shut the bratty dog up by cleaning off her mouth with mine.
Both corners, the upper, the chin, and all over until forcing my tongue down her throat. An easy task considering how full she is and hasn't the strength necessary to fight back.
