A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

“Oh, there’s one more thing, Photo Finish.”

Finish’s heartbeat picked up again. “Yes?”

But Black Forest only walked back slowly, very very slowly, her gaze locked onto Finish’s. Eventually, her patience waned. She tapped the table once…

And that’s when it happened: Black Forest pounced on her.

“Aah!” Finish fell back onto the arm of the couch. Suddenly, her breath was caught. Black Forest’s weight, mostly in her belly, was atop her. Her forelegs were trapped underneath the bulk. “Wh-what are you doing?”

No response. Finish chanced a look at her face, and Black Forest looked at her with an amused expression. Finish tried pushing up, and managed to lift her up a bit, but couldn’t heave her off. “Nngh, Black Forest, I do not think this is professional!”

“You don’t?” Black Forest smirked. “I thought you said that we needed to think like our clients. Think about what they want. What you want.

Finish stopped struggling. Black Forest’s voice was teasing her, taunting her from on top of her. Her fantasy had come to life. She leaned back as much as she could, and let the massive belly crawl up her body. She had to breathe deeper to get air into her.

“You like that?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I know.” Black Forest rocked around. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I know I’m not as evenly put together as Coco,” she continued, “But I am the queen of bellies. Now, worship me.”

Not as evenly put together as Coco… she mentions Coco, minutes after I went to see her. No, these are my thoughts. This isn’t real.

Finish leaned back up, her hooves massaging her eyelids.

“Is something wrong, Photo Finish?”

Finish moaned. “I am sorry, Black Forest. I was lost in thought.”

Black Forest chuckled. “Did my belly cut off too much oxygen?”

“No, no, it was something else. An idea I have been... mulling on for—” She stopped. “What did you say?”

“I said,” Black Forest continued, taking a stride towards her, “did my big fat belly cut off too much oxygen from your brain?”

Finish began panting. “You mean… I was not imagining things again?”

“Again?” Black Forest chuckled sultrily, taking another step towards Finish. “Now I know why you seem so distracted all the time.”

“And you just put your belly on me?”

“Yes,” Black Forest confirmed, pressing her bellybutton against Finish’s forehooves. “And you admitted that you loved it.”

Her face was aflame. “Uh, um—”

“Do not worry,” Black Forest continued in a whisper. “This will stay between us, and we can still talk about business. But for now, we have other business to deal with.”

“W-w-we do?”

She nodded. And slowly, ever-so-slowly, she rolled onto Finish. The photographer couldn’t help but moan as the belly once again crushed her. “I told you to worship my belly, you devious lover of fat!”