KorraSami Max Hedonism Part 1

A MILLION apologies that this has taken so long and isn't further along. Part 2 should come along MUCH quicker, like within the next week kind of quick. I am genuinely excited to work on this story so I'm trying to make sure that this of good quality. Thank you all for bearing with me on this.

--- Worries, Desires, and Future Plans ----

"My goodness, when did these things start getting so big?" Asami said, reaching around Korra's back to grab at her chest. Her pale hands were filled with breast fat which poured between her fingers. Asami kneaded the expanded balloons. Korra squirmed, uncomfortable with the physical attention being paid to her. Years had passed since Korra and Asami's trip to the spirit world, and the pair had moved into stable maturity. The both had grown older, moving from their active and adventurous twenties to settle into their early thirties. It was natural then, Korra knew, for her to pick up a little weight. All the same, she did not love feeling her stomach jiggle along with her breasts. Oh spirits. . .I'm so fat. She thought, trying not to let her face show her disappointment. How am I going to lose all of this? Visions of the countless reward banquets, noble dinners, and other ceremonial festivities flashing through her mind. Korra tried to tuck the thoughts away by engaging with her wife's flirting.

"Oh, I don't know. . .maybe around the same time this did!" Korra turned, trying to surprise Asami. She latched her hands playfully around Asami's rear end, making it bounce under her fingers. As much as Korra had gone up a cup size, Asami had certainly gone up a pants size. The businesswoman and inventor blushed as she felt her butt played with. Oh Spirits. . . she must also know about my arms. Asami's thoughts drifted to her arms, which had been picking up some heft lately. Months behind a desk, merely using a quill and ink had left both her bottom and her arms a little flabby. How am can I start a diet without looking weird? The question came to her mind as she blushed, looking away shyly as Korra grinned. Her tanned wife was so social. Korra loved dragging her to social events. Yet, at each one of them, Asami spent her time eating more than she did talking.

The two women continued their embrace, each trying to dance around their particular, perceived, shortcoming. Korra leaned forward, smooshing her chest into Asami's. Large, heaving breasts bobbed just under Asami's chin. The black haired woman nudged her face down, planting a soft, sweet kiss in the middle of the two. "I was always the best at picking out the ripest melons." She smiled hungrily, bringing Korra's arms further around her rear. Korra grinned goofily, eager to grope Asami's rear end but also worried that her potbelly might push too far forward. Asami sucked in air as Korra squeezed her ass. It felt nice, a firm grip from soft hands. The only real concern being that Korra's hands might travel up her back and find her love handles.

Just have to start training again. A little Avatar action will get me clear of this pudge. Korra kneaded Asami's ass, aching to being her wife closer but refusing on account of her spare tire. Her belly was only really noticeable if pressed, but it was there all the same. Her navel had deepend and there was a curve to the lowest section that spoke of fat coming to take future residence. What might have been hidden under a thick, Water Tribe parka was thoroughly exposed in the light of their bedroom. Half a month, tops and this will all be gone. 115 pounds of tight, Avatar muscle will be back. Korra shuddered and was torn away from her thoughts by another kiss from Asami, this time directly on her left breast. She could practically feel the lipstick stain being left. Korra could tell her wife wasn't lying about her ability to pluck the ripest fruit.

Korra finally took Asami's lips in her own, tiring quickly of trying to hide her stomach from her wife. She could at least distract her though. Sounds of giggling and kissing filled the bedroom. Despite their maturity, physical romance brought out the girlishness in both of them. Asami broke from Korra only to kiss and lick at her breasts, to which Korra heartily enjoyed. The waterbender turned Avatar pushed her chest up, giving ample room for Asami to work. At the same time, Korra's hands squeezed and played with Asami's hips and butt. Good, good. . .just keep your hands low. Asami thought fervently, trying to make her ass the most tempting thing for Korra to play with. She shifted her hips from side to side, making her ass jiggle as much as possible. Anything to keep Korra from exploring the rest of her chub. I can at least diet in the mornings. Korra always sleeps in, maybe I can sneak a run too? Asami mentally mapped out her new routine, something to help her lose the 10 or 15 pounds that she had picked up.

Yet, as the two continued their foreplay, a thought dawned on both of them. Wow, she's really into me. While it was true that the passion shared between the two hadn't dimmed in the slightest over the years, it was equally true that they were both hyping up the experience to keep the other from exploring too much. Both were panic strikes over the other finding out that they had become "fat" so they threw every last ounce of passion they could muster into this little session. Moans and gasps soon replaced the giggles from earlier. Asami stumbled backwards, trying to find the bed in a lusty haze. Korra came on rapaciously, her hands searching for the soft and squeezable ass she had been holding moments ago. The two landed on the bed in a tangle, each laying on their side in a passionate embrace.

Can I really lose this and keep my breasts? Asami would probably be sad. Korra thought, her hands taking Asami's head and guiding it towards her chest. Asami worked both breasts, never stopping or slowing for an instant. Korra felt her body heat up, welling with eros. She gasped as Asami took a breast in her mouth. She definitely loves them. Korra thought.

Korra's hands just won't leave my butt. It's like she wants to flip me around and...Asami's incredibly lewd thought was interrupted by a long and low moan from Korra. I'll have to be careful with how much I diet and exercise. Too much and Korra will lose her new favorite plaything. Asami crawled closer, wanting to give Korra as much easy access to her booty as she could. The two continued their cuddle, each movement heating themselves up further and provoking further debauchery. Finally, Asami reached a hand down between Korra's legs to truly kick things up a notch. She worked her hand between Korra's slick thighs whilst also kissing and sucking at one of her large and puffy nipples. Korra moaned, grasping at Asami's ass and lower back for dear life. The tightness of her grip only spurred Asami on further. Uggh...I can't lose weight, she'll miss this too much. Asami thought as she felt her ass bounce, her hand continuing to pleasure Korra.

Korra meanwhile, gasped and fought to not lose herself to pleasure. "Haa...aaahhh...Asami...you're so..." They were nonsense filler words, the kind of babble that can only come from exquisite pleasure. Yet, the deep recesses of her mind continued to think. Her mouth hasn't left my breasts once. She's addicted! Korra's thoughts were a mixture of pride and excitement. She wanted to please Asami more than anything. Korra's goals had ever been to love her wife in every way possible. Now, with her accidental boob growth, she had more opportunity than ever. Korra's back spasmed in pleasure as Asami's mouth left one breast and went to the other. I can't take that away from her. Korra thought.

Powered with relationship justification and immense pleasure, the girls' thoughts continued to churn. They soaked in the attention paid to their attributes. Naturally, the girls shifted positions, with Korra laying down and Asami straddling her wife's hips; pale asscheeks pointed toward Korra. Asami bounced and gyrated her booty on Korra, naked slapping sounds filling the bedroom alongside the moans and panting. Yet, in the midst of the sexy haze, the two had the presence of mind to consider their situation. Weight had crept onto their figures and, rather than scare their partner away, it had drawn them closer. It begged the question: What would happen if they were bigger? Both Korra and Asami considered the unspoken, mental proposal. If some tiny, insignificant pudge could lead to a night like this, what might happen if they were just a smidgen plumper? Of course, they'd keep things under control and would only let enough weight on for their respective lover to really notice the change. The last thoughts both women had before plunging into their romantic games fully was about how they could sneak a little extra food without the other knowing.