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Mom Bar: Song's Self Indulgent Story
🕑 Added 2025-11-10 17:48:30 +0000 UTCThe update is small. I couldn't quite find what I wanted to add. I figured it'd be nice to write something self induglent for my birthday, but resting seemed a bit nicer. Hope you enjoy.
Series: RWBY
Characters: Song (sona), Kali, Glynda, Raven, Willow, Summer, Sienna
Contain: Obese moms, Song’s self-indulgent fantasies, squishing
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Song walked down the street just after dark. Various neon signs illuminated the his familiar path. It had been quite a while since he walked this street, and he was feeling excited about the trip. Especially as he neared his favorite establishment. Soon enough he stopped in front of a classy-looking bar that stood out against the backdrop of more modern clubs. He knew this was his stop.
The sign up front simply read, “The Mom Bar.”
Before Song could even grab the doorknob, the door swung open. He was grabbed and yanked inside. A sudden softness and warmth enveloped him as two puffy arms squeezed his body with every ounce of strength they had. Such force caused most of him to sink into a woman’s doughy soft belly while his face was gently nestled against her chest, his cheek to her cleavage.
A sense of peace washed over Song. He smiled and wrapped his arms as far around the figure as he could and squeezed back with an equally powerful hug. He noticed familiar, soothing music from a nearby jukebox. It changed every hour, but each mom had a few songs they put in. This was the smooth jazz Kali liked. Song slowly looked up which inadvertently caused his chin to dip into Kali’s cleavage. Her round face looked back down at him with a smile.
Song stood up straight which put him a few inches above Kali, if her cat ears were not counted. The two stared at each other for a moment before they giggled and hugged again. Kali had a body that was incredibly soft and had a comforting warmth to it. Such sensations were caused by Kali being a robust, plump woman. To be blunt, Kali was obese. Yet that was part of the bar’s appeal. Song came here to visit with the plump moms, and he wouldn’t spend his time at any other establishment. This place was like a second home to him which is why it sucked to be away for so long.
Kali wore a long, black dress with golden accents. The garment was sleeveless and had two slits on the sides. This allowed her to have room to walk as well as showed off her thighs. Tanned skin peaked through the gaps in just the right amount to prove enticing.
Kali placed her hands on Song’s arms and felt them up. “Oh, it’s so good to see you again, sweetie.” She sniffled as if she were about to tear up. “Have you been eating well? I know you’ve always been thin, but you’re looking skinnier than usual.” Her arms jiggled as she continued to squeeze various parts of Song’s arms. The difference between their limbs was staggering. Kali’s had underarms the size of hams with a decently thick layer atop them too. Her forearms were coated in fat that ran all the way to her wrists while her fingers were slightly puffy. Those fingers were skilled though and tried to gauge if the young man was skinnier than Kali remembered.
“Eh, I sorta did a while there. My pants were practically falling off just walking to class.” Song chuckled before he felt Kali roughly bump him with her stomach. The doughy midsection was soft, but it had enough mass to knock him back a few steps. Song raised his hands defensively. “Yeah yeah, super sorry. Hmm, but I think a certain someone has put on weight since I left. Was your upper belly that thick last time I saw you?” Song tilted his head and inquisitively placed his hands on Kali’s belly. She quickly started to giggle as his fingers traced along the rift between her upper and lower belly. The lower portion was the largest. It extended from her thick love handles and hung to the middle of her thigh. The curve cut at an angle so part of the front of her thighs were still visible. When she sat down though, Song estimated that Kali’s belly would cover her lap. The upper half was less of a roll and more of a small dome that was nestled in place while also serving to partially support her bust. Even when he stood almost three feet away from Kali, her stomach could still touch him. All of it was covered in the black fabric of Kali’s dress. It was an elegant yet simple design with smooth black fabric comprising the majority of it with small golden accents.
Kali gently held Song’s hands and pressed them softly against her belly fat. He felt the warmth even through her dress. “Well, how could I not? I got so stressed that I ate more than usual. You can’t just leave a mother in the dark for so long.” She puffed her round cheeks up adorably. “Even if you’re busy.”
Song felt his heart throb. Kali was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She was the reason he came to this club so consistently. One chance visit and an evening with her had him head over heels. He leaned in and hugged Kali so tight that his arms slipped between her love handle and underarm fat. “I know! Ugh I’m so sorry and I hated being away, but I swear that I was super busy.” He leaned back and dramatically held one wrist to his forehead as if he were about to faint. “But I knew that if I called and could only hear your voice, then I would crumble into dust.” The performance earned him a firm, yet playful, pat on the chest.
Kali enjoyed how corny Song was. He had told her plenty of stories about his times in high school theatre which were good for a laugh or two. She gently held his hand and started to lead him further into the club. She had to leave her arm completely outstretched. If not, then Song would have to stand so close that their hips touched. Neither would mind that, but it made it hard to walk. Kali was a suitably wide woman which meant anything less than a double door wouldn’t work for her. She was so wide that Song’s entire abdomen could rest on her butt. The shelf-like way her butt cheeks extended out behind her meant he could lay on them although his head and legs would hang off. It was no surprise that these areas were soft too. Despite Kali’s middle-agedness and status as a biological mother, she had smooth and perky hips as well as an almost perfectly rounded ass. Her age had only caused a slightly more pronounced slope to her hips and butt, yet she could rock the boxy butt look with ease. Her dress was drawn tightly across her hips and butt which left them cast in perfect detail. At the middle of her left and right hips were slits in the fabric that ran down to the hem. It allowed her tanned skin to be visible as well as made it easier for her to move.
“I think I can forgive you then, but that’s only if you start coming back regularly. Your membership is just going to waste if you don’t.” Kali gently bumped Song with her hip. He let himself slump away only to pull on her hand and bump back against her.
“Yes ma’am~” Song cooed in response and chuckled as he leaned his head on Kali’s shoulder. The two walked a little more awkwardly when pressed together, but neither cared about it anymore. They were close to the sizable booth just across from the bar. It was a spot reserved for customers who spent more money. It also meant food and drinks were served to the customer more quickly.
The overweight mother dropped onto the cushioned seat with a sigh. She spread her thighs enough to let her belly hang between them. This helped reveal the size of her meaty legs as they almost entirely slipped out of her dress. The average tree trunks in the area hardly compare to the thickness of Kali’s thighs. They were almost as thick as wooden barrels and far wider than Song’s. Just one of her thighs would cover his lap no matter what angle it was laid across. Sitting next to the heavily padded leg revealed that it rose to be level with his lowest ribs. He looked at the legs and gently patted one. That elicited a purr from Kali. She wrapped one arm around Song’s shoulder and pulled him closer.
“Let’s put an order in. How about some Blue Dreams to start and you can go ahead and order whatever appetizers you want.” Song wasn’t a rich man. He just put every bit of his spending money into this club. That resulted in the creation of a special membership level occupied only by him. Instead of purchasing things in the club, he paid a flat monthly rate which left everything else to be on the house. That made it much easier on his wallet to spend so much time in the club.
Song snuggled against Kali and let his cheek rest against the side of her right boob. Just one boob was more than twice the size of his head. As they were currently supported by an incredibly powerful bra and stuffed into Kali’s dress, the immense mammaries were more round in shape. They would have had a more noticeable sag to them otherwise.
“Man Kali, you’re seriously the best.” Song reached one arm behind Kali. It fit perfectly between her rolls of back fat. The warmth soothed him and he felt all his earthy stresses melt away.
Kali cooed. “And you’re the sweetest person I know~ So sweet that I might not let you get away from me again.” Once more she squeezed him with the heavy arm draped across his back. This squished him deeper into her side which neither seemed to bother. “Also, I might want you to spoil me just a bit. It’s fair as I’m spoiling you now, aren’t I?”
The two laughed as Kali sent their order in. It was common for customers to order food and drinks to share with whichever employee was with them. It was similar to Japanese host clubs in that fashion. The bar was also popular with feeders, so Kali wasn’t unaccustomed to being given or hand-fed food. Song had burnt up many paychecks feeding the ample mama.
A few minutes passed before various snacks and two bright blue drinks were placed on the table. Song watched the other obese woman waddle away. He noticed tiger stripes exposed through the open back of her clothes. She also had tall cat-looking ears atop her head. “Is someone new working here?” Song asked and craned his neck to watch the woman waddle away. Kali just guided his head back to her chest.
“That’s Sienna, an old friend of mine. She started recently.” Kali kept her grip tight on Song. It was as if she thought he was about to be snatched away. Her grip loosened when Song tried to sit up though. “I hope I didn’t order too much. I know your membership covers it, but I don’t want to seem greedy.”
“Pfft.” Song waved his hand. “No such thing.” He picked up his cocktail and gently clinked it against Kali’s before drinking. “Eat as much as you want. It’s the least I can do what with all the cuddling.” Song was thanked with a kiss on the cheek and a warm smile from Kali.
“We do spoil each other, don’t we?” Kali leaned against Song’s side. Now it was her weight on him. Her side morphed around his while her thigh and part of her belly rolled into his lap. Pretty much his entire left leg was buried while some of Kali’s blubber managed to stretch across his lap and squish his right leg.
Song blushed and reached across the table. He grabbed one of the tiny sandwiches and promptly stuffed it into Kali’s mouth. She eagerly ate it and stopped leaning as much of her weight against Song. ‘That’s better.’ He thought as his posture recovered. If Kali had leaned on him much longer, then he would have buckled under her weight. He reached for more food and fed it to Kali. This kept her pleased and she cooed and mewled after every bite.
After a little bit of everything on the table had decreased, Song moved his hand to Kali’s belly. He rubbed it with wide, smooth motions. He felt the fat morph against his hand, he felt how soft and malleable it was, and he felt the warmth grace his skin. There was plenty of heat due to the thick layers of fat, but Kali had some sort of extra warmth to her as if created by her positive and motherly attitude. It was hard not to smile as he gently pressed his fingers into the rift between Kali’s upper and lower belly. That prompted a squeak from the woman who was in the middle of taking a drink.
“Oh, you naughty boy.” Kali laughed and gently bumped Song with her shoulder. “Well, have you been doing well? I know you were busy, but have you spent time with anyone? Blake and her friends went out to that lake you like so much.”
Song nodded as he ferried more food to Kali’s mouth while one hand continued to fondle her belly. “Yep, I managed to meet up with them once. Other than that, mostly work. It’s too damn hot to do anything else.” He murmured before he heartily squeezed Kali’s belly. “BUT that’s what makes this all the more worth it. I worked hard, so I get to indulge myself and spend time with you.”
“Exactly!” Kali kissed Song on his cheek. “Tonight it can be just you and me~”
The booth suddenly groaned and the weight distribution changed. It had dipped toward Kali ever since she sat down, but now it was away from her. Song and Kali looked to their right to see a blonde woman who weighed even more than Kali. Kali frowned while Song smiled.
“Glynda, I didn’t expect to see you!” Song moved closer, no longer leaning against Kali. “From what I heard, you had been just as busy as me.” He chuckled and smiled at the normally stern-looking woman who gazed warmly back. To students at the local college, Glynda’s face was stern and her eyes cold. Now though, her round cheeks gave her a jolly look while an extra chin was accentuated by her happy expression. She wore a purple dress that had enough fabric to serve as a tent. Still, it was tailored with extreme quality and didn’t seem too tight.
“Hello, Song.” Glynda placed a hand on the young man’s thigh. That had her arm as far outstretched as it could go. It was necessary to reach past her hips. Glynda was gargantuan by normal standards, almost twice Kali’s size. It was hard to tell exactly when the women got this large. All Song knew was that the arm attached to the hand that gently squeezed him had a forearm that bulged out from a thick wrist and then sank into a girthier upper arm. From the tucked curves of her upper arm to the furthest part of her sagging bingo wings would be capable of draping across his back. They were as large as seat cushions for standard chairs. As if she knew Song was staring, she tried to place her arm around his shoulder. It wasn’t quite possible unless he leaned in. Her hips were simply too wide. She decided to wait for that. “Yes, I have been busy with research, but I still find the time to work here every now and then.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty funny considering you’re not a mom.” Song grinned which earned a flick on the shoulder. A small thump from Glynda’s surprisingly nimble fingers was the lightest he could get off. “Doesn’t matter, I’m happy to see you.”
“As am I,” Glynda replied.
Kali felt her eye twitch. She wasn’t prone to jealousy…ok that was a lie. She was quite prone to it when it came to other adult women. Younger women like her daughter and her friends were not sensible rivals to her. She’d never resent any of them. When it came to women her age though, she always felt a fire inside of her. Especially now! She had grabbed Song first, and she intended to keep him to herself. She was so annoyed that she didn’t realize she started to knead her belly. It was something she often did without thinking about it.
Kali visibly flinched when Song scooted toward Glynda. It was just enough so that his hips touched Glynda’s, but it felt like a large breadth had grown between her and Song. ‘Glynda how could you?!’ Kali screamed within her head and was forced to return her attention to her snacks lest she snap.
Glynda’s hip was incredibly soft. Song barely had to lean against it to sink into the thick blubber. It wasn’t surprising given that her hips were more than five feet wide. The fat was thick yet very squishy and soft. Those were things Song enjoyed, so he naturally leaned more against Glynda’s side. Fat flowed around his stomach and back until the middle of his torso.
Now Glynda could reach around Song with her arm and pull him closer. This caused him to lean against her love handle, a few upper rolls of fat along her side, and his cheek settled on the side of her left boob. He in turn wrapped his arm around Glynda’s back which caused it to settle atop the shelf of her butt.
Glynda’s butt was much, much larger than Kali’s. One time, about a year ago, after the two had drank far more than they reasonably should have, Song had the brilliant idea of having Glynda sit on his lap. Glynda had not heard him properly, so she let her imagination fill the gaps. She pushed Song so he lay on his back, and then she sat on top of him, lengthwise. Only the top of his head and his feet were visible. He was buried under her butt for over an hour, but neither party minded. The memory made Song blush while he slowly squeezed one handful of Glynda’s rump. The cheeks were closer to saddlebag shapes than boxy, but that was because they were so heavy. Glynda was as wide as a two-person couch, armrests included. Her hips were too wide for even double doorways to let her through.
Glynda’s hips were much wider than her belly. Her gut had plenty of room to rest in her lap and dipped into the rift where her thighs curved inward. Her stomach didn’t even stretch from the middle of one thigh to the other. It was still a thick, meaty belly though. It was neither smooth nor divided by rolls. The texture was more rolling and curved out from under her chest and continued to just above the middle latitude of her thighs. It reached out far enough that she had to stretch her arms as far as they would to touch some of the furthest curves. If anyone thought her stomach looked small, then it was only because of how wide she was.
“So, can we expect to see you here more often again?” Glynda asked and squeezed Song tightly. “If you promised to come by like you used to, then I would make certain to be here as well.” Glynda felt one of Song’s hands settle on her left thigh. His hand looked comically small against it, and she chuckled softly as she saw how his hand sank into the ample amount of fat. Though she started to blush when she witnessed her fat bulge between his fingers. Another factor of her wide stature, Glynda’s thighs alone could clog a single doorway. It would take more than one chair to support the girth of a single leg alone, but their weight would certainly smash any furniture made of wood. The thought of her own enormity caused Glynda to get flustered. She almost didn’t hear Song’s response.
“I’ll make the effort,” Song replied, still sunken into the older woman’s side. “I’ve learned that you’ve got to make the time, or it’ll be gone before you know it.”
Glynda hadn’t ever stopped smiling, but now her smile had a more knowing shape to it. “Very well said.” She lifted her right arm, the one opposite of Song, and brought it to his cheek. This was just to pull his head closer to her chest, now letting one of her breasts obscure half of his face. The effort was difficult, but she found it worth it.
As the fattest woman associated with the club, as far as Song knew, it wasn’t surprising that even her breasts were ludicrously massive. As large as beach balls and possibly weighing fifty pounds each, Glynda’s breasts boasted a luxuriously smooth and supple texture. Just the meager amount of her cleavage visible from the keyhole cut in her dress was larger than the average bust size.
A sudden weight hit Song’s left side. It caused him to sink even deeper into Glynda’s side. ‘Glynda is fat, but this is a little ridiculous!’ He thought as it felt like half of his body had sunken into Glynda’s side. He craned his neck and saw Kali was squished against him now. He was completely sandwiched between them to the point just his head and the lower half of his legs were visible. “Kali, something wrong? Did we run out of snacks?”
There was a slight flush to Kali’s cheeks, and there were a few more glasses on the table than Song remembered. “Song, you’re too cruel. Do you love Glynda because she’s fatter than me?” She asked and nuzzled her cheek against his.
“Of course not!” Song replied and turned toward Kali after a notable struggle. He wrapped his arms as far around her as he could and hugged tightly. His arms sank into her sides and were completely enveloped by fat. “I’m just getting caught up with Glynda is all! I’ll never forget that you were the first mom who I visited here!”
Kali sniffled and hugged Song tighter than ever before. It was enough to wrench the air from his lungs, but he let it happen. “Oh Song, I knew you wouldn’t forget about me! You were always my favorite client. I mean people don’t come here often and it's usually just for drinks, but you always talk with me and let me order all the food I want~” She pressed her lips to his cheek and delivered a long, powerful smooch.
Glynda sighed. “Of course, he didn’t forget about you, Kali. We should order her some more food in the hopes she’ll sober up.” She paused. “I wouldn’t mind something to eat myself either.” Slowly, Glynda tried to get her arm around Song’s waist which meant stuffing it between his slender form and Kali’s belly. A little bit of attention wasn’t enough for her, and she wouldn’t let Kali keep the young man to herself.
Caught in a developing tug of war, Song felt the stress on his body. He wasn’t made of stone after all. He was being squished between two women whose combined weight neared a ton. Being squeezed and now pulled added to the strain. But he was fine with it. This was the happiest he had been in over a year. He was being hugged which always made him happy, his face was squished against Kali’s chest and a bit of her chins, and now Glynda just about covered his entire back with her body. Nothing could compare.
Off to the side at the bar though, a figure stared with some jealousy. Raven leaned against the countertop which caused a roll of her belly to rest atop the flat surface. She sighed and watched the two women smother Song. “Normally he comes up to the bar for at least one drink. Talk a bit too.” She grumbled and propped her soft chin in her palm.
On the other side of the bar, taking up three stools, Willow glanced at Raven as she took a drink. “Why don’t you go over there? There aren’t any other customers unless you count me.” Willow replied and finished her drink. There was a long line of various glasses next to it.
Raven scowled. “Employees aren’t customers, and you always abuse the free drinks.” She huffed as Willow quickly looked away. “And maybe I will.” She stood up quickly only for her ass to bash the shelves behind her. Her eye twitched and she clenched her fist. “Why the hell do they have my fat ass as a bartender and not give me enough space behind it!” Raven pushed down the urge to smash something and instead shimmied out from behind the bar. She had to squeeze through the narrow exit gap, but it gave her time to plan.
Raven wore a short black dress with red lining. She repeatedly refused a long dress as she already didn’t care for the type of garb. It was part of the club work, so she put up with it. Though her insistence on a short dress left plenty of her sizable rear exposed. Each step caused the mounds to bounce, which then tossed the fabric higher. Her panties were exposed for a second at a time. Though that was minimal compared to the amount of her butt that wasn’t concealed by her underwear. The pale expanse of fat that made up a portion of Raven’s butt was sizable on its own. In entirety, each cheek was as wide as a truck tire.
Despite having a more rounded shape, Raven still had a sizable rear more than capable of smothering two chairs. Her hips stretched out to her sides before they curved downward. Her thighs were wide enough that they would fill more than half of an open doorway, and they rubbed against each other as she waddled. It only took ten steps to cross the distance between her and the trio.
As she stopped in front of them, Raven suddenly felt flustered. Her cheeks turned pink, and she whipped her hair over her shoulders. “Look who finally decided to show up.” She glowered at the young man. Her theme was the gruff, tough-love type of mom. It was mostly true, but she had developed a soft spot for Song in particular.
Song was still being bent, twisted, and smothered as Raven addressed him. He grinned and tried to turn his face away from Kali’s chest so that he could speak. “Heya, Raven. Yeah, I finally managed to get back. How’ve you been-“
Raven grabbed a fistful of Song’s shirt and yanked him up. The displacement, though slight, that resulted from his absence was enough for Kali and Glynda to fall forward and bump their heads together. Raven paid no attention as she now had Song pulled against her belly. Smooth, round, and considerably wide, Raven’s stomach was the product of her work. Being fed and kept still didn’t work well with her metabolism, and she quickly blimped out. Her stomach maintained a smooth shape with no rolls. Her love handles were too thick to fit in her hands, and the lowest curve of her gut was out of reach. Song easily sank into the wide belly while his upper chest pressed against Raven’s breasts. A bra struggled against the sizable mounds of fat. Each boob was twice the size of their owner’s head, and their combined width was broader than Song’s shoulders. The arms that held him tightly were sizable but not massive like Glynda’s or excessively heavy like Kali’s. Her upper arms were puffy cylinders, with her lower arms being a gradually thinner version that ended in thick wrists and soft hands.
‘The hell do I do now?’ Raven thought. She wasn’t used to freezing up, yet here she was. “How have I been? Do you really deserve to know that when you haven’t shown up?” She barked. ‘Was that too harsh?’
Kali and Glynda started to stir. They seemed ready to stand up, but that wasn’t an easy or quick process.
“Hey, there’s no need to be angry,” Kali said as she reached out for Song. He was beyond her reach, though.
Glynda tried to stand, only to fall back into her seat. She struggled the most out of the employees to get up, especially after she had been seated for a while. “If you’re going to act like that, then give him back and go to your bar.”
“Shut it.” Raven turned away from the two and shoved Song into another seat. It was a loveseat normally meant for two, but the seats were deeper to accommodate extra space taken up by the mom’s blubbery butts. Song landed in the middle of it, which displayed how large the seat was compared to him. His feet didn’t even manage to reach the floor thanks to the chair’s design. “And as for you…sit here and think about what you’ve done.”
Raven suddenly turned around and dropped herself onto Song’s lap. Her weight was immediate and intense, pushing him into the cushions below and pinning him in place. Warm fat covered his legs and stomach. Even his chest was smothered as Raven leaned back and pressed her back fat to him.
Song was overtaken by the intense weight and felt the instinctual urge to wriggle free. That was before he realized it. Song smiled and pulled his arms free. He used them to hug Raven from behind while his chin tucked into the woman’s shoulder. “Raven, you found your niche! I’m so happy for you!” He cheered and nuzzled his cheek to Raven’s.
It all made sense. She wasn’t actually pissed at him! She just used her natural charm and mass to create a unique theme to entertain customers. At least, Song imagined that was the case.
“I’m going to crush you,” Raven murmured in what was almost, but not quite, a growl. She roughly bumped Song with her elbow, which got his chin off her shoulder. Then, she shifted her position so that she could wrap that same arm around Song and pull him closer. Now his face was caught between her upper arm and the side of her breast. “You had better start coming back here at a regular time. Unless I get your word, then I’m not moving my fat ass.”
“Aww, I love you too~” Song chuckled, which resulted in Raven putting him in a headlock.
“Who said anything about love, dumbass! I get paid commission on whatever you buy!” Raven squeezed Song tighter. His head was almost entirely enveloped in her fat. The only thing exposed was the top of his head and the blonde hair attached to it.
Willow suddenly chuckled. “That’s not the case any longer, Raven dear. Song’s membership is monthly, and everything he requests in the club is covered by it. We get a cut of the fee, but nothing else.” She covered her mouth and laughed softly into her hand. “Also, let’s not forget how lonely you were since Song is your only regular.” Willow turned away, so she didn’t see the angry glare Raven shot at her.
Raven groaned and loosened her grip on Song. “Fine, I missed you, but I’m serious about you coming back regularly. You’ll sit up at the bar with me, we’ll have drinks, chat, and if you’re lucky, I’ll sit on your lap.”
“Sounds good to me,” Song replied as he continued to rub and squeeze Raven’s belly. He pressed his palms against Raven’s sides and slowly pushed them forward before cupping and groping as much fat as he could. Occasionally, he would gently pat the fat woman’s gut and watched it wobble in slow, heavy waves. “You’re just gorgeous, you know that? You have this fierce charm that makes your natural soft spot seem so much cuter. But not many people get to see that soft part.”
“Now I’m starting to lean toward crushing you again,” Raven warned.
“Fine by me.”
Kali finally got to her feet and stomped her foot. It was a light stomp, but it still rattled the dishes on the nearby table as well as sent ripples through her body. “I didn’t agree to these conditions! That boy is mine!” She was about to stomp over to Raven before Glynda also rose to her feet. The larger woman’s stomach suddenly occupied all the space in front of Kali. She hardly had time to stop lest she run into Glynda.
Flushed and out of breath, Glynda wheezed slightly before she turned toward Raven. “I…agree.” She murmured and took a few breaths. “You can’t just drop in and take him like that,” Glynda stated, ignoring the fact that she did that to Kali earlier.
The group started to bicker, which got louder and louder. Because of that, they failed to notice the new figure waddle in from behind. This new shape leaned over the back of the couch and planted a gentle kiss on Song’s cheek before she patted his head.
“Hello, Song. It’s good to see you again.” Summer’s voice came in a gentle coo. She remained slightly bent over the back of the couch and giggled as the others finally took notice of her. “Sorry, you were all being so noisy that I couldn’t help but hear.”
The couch groaned as Summer eased her weight off of it and slowly waddled around. The rest of her body came into view, and no one was surprised that she was as obese as the others. Summer was almost perfectly rounded from her softened face, her supple breasts, her globular belly, her hammy arms, her puffy hips, and her thick thighs. Everything was proportioned in a way that made her look like a big sphere. Song always thought it was a very huggable shape. He tried to get up, but Raven didn’t want to budge. She even pressed more of her weight down as if she were a mother hen protecting her egg.
Summer didn’t mind and gently took one of Song’s hands in hers. She pressed it to her belly, which eagerly allowed Song’s hand to sink in. It was about as large as a jumbo-sized beanbag chair or two yoga balls fused together. Her love handles were stacked high and thick. They stretched around and joined almost seamlessly with her belly, which hung to the middle of her thighs. It didn’t sag low, but it reached far in front of her. Atop it, her breasts were prominent and made ample use of the shelf-like space her stomach provided.
“I’ve missed you. How have you been? Are you taking care of yourself?” Summer asked. She radiated a similar potent maternal aura to Kali. She always talked to her clients like this, but she and Song had gotten closer over his many visits. In the past, they had talked for hours without hardly noticing it.
Raven still hadn’t moved, so Summer decided she would just join the two. She turned and sat side saddle on the couch’s armrest. This sent the side of her butt cheek cascading over Song’s shoulder. “Oh, well, this won’t do. If I sit here much longer, I’ll either roll on top of you or break the armrest. Why don’t we all move to a more spacious seat? There’s no reason to fight when all we want is to spend time together.”
Summer was often a voice of reason, and no one could come up with a counterargument. Kali, Glynda, and Raven all glanced at each other before their gazes softened. Raven slowly got up, which allowed Song to stand. They then turned their eyes to the largest piece of furniture in the bar.
Song moved to stand only to realize his legs had fallen asleep. Raven had pressed her weight on the slender appendages for too long, and they had yet to fully regain feeling. “Hmm…” He mused and waited before another hand touched his shoulder.
This hand belonged to Willow. “I’ll lend you my shoulder. I’m quite used to walking on unsteady legs.” Plush, elegant arms pulled Song to his feet and held him close to the soft and curvaceous body of the bar’s richest employee. Willow had no need for money, yet she still chose to work at the mom bar.
She certainly had the figure for it. Her face was rounded with plump cheeks, her breasts were full and sagged gently, and she had a plump, round belly. Her entire upper body was coated in a thick yet incredibly soft layer of fat. Even the larger women weren’t this type of soft. A gentle touch was enough to sink one’s hand into Willow’s plushness.
This softness intensified in her lower body. Willow’s hips were broader than the front doorway, and the cheeks were filled with so much fat that they sagged to the back of her knees. Her silken white dress hugged her curves tightly enough that the outline of her panties was visible. Just one of her thighs was broader than Song’s shoulders. They were mostly smooth, but some flabbiness developed where her thighs met her knees.
Willow pulled Song closer so he sank into her hip. “Come now, you’re supposed to support my weight, too.”
“Right,” Song murmured his reply and blushed faintly. He was a sucker for Willow’s classy aesthetic and charm. Though Song was also one to stir the pot a bit. He couldn’t help but grin as he snaked one arm down and briefly squeezed Willow’s butt.
The grope caught Willow off guard, and she jumped slightly. She quickly recovered and bumped Song against her hip. “Cheeky thing, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” Song asked as the two made their way to a larger couch.
Couch was technically a correct term, but the piece of furniture was also like a giant bed. It was reinforced with steel and designed with the idea that every mom at the bar could fit on it. To sit there was a privilege only the highest spenders (Song) could experience.
Glynda was the first to sit. As the largest, she needed the free space to get comfortable. She backed up until her butt pressed against the couch’s backrest. Her legs were spread as wide as the couch, and her belly sagged into the meager space created between them. “Come here, Song.” She beckoned. Her voice was impatient, so Song did as he was told.
Song nestled himself against Glynda’s belly. He felt her soft belly fat squish against his back, while his head rested in her cleavage. “Aren’t I just the luckiest man in the world…hmm, or should I say you’re the lucky one, Glynda-OW!” Song felt Glynda gently thump him on the head. Still, Glynda chuckled softly and rubbed the spot she had lightly tapped.
“I’d say I’m quite lucky!” Kali chirped as she partially lay atop Glynda’s left thigh. This allowed her to squish against Song. Her belly covered his left side, and she wrapped her arms around his. She squished this arm against her cleavage and still managed to come closer. She didn’t stop until she rested her plump cheek on Song’s left shoulder.
More softness assailed Song’s right side as Summer took the perch opposite of Kali. Summer ensured her belly and chest completely enveloped Song’s right. She even reached her arms around him and hugged him tightly so her hammy arms filled any extra space. “See, isn’t this much more comfortable?” She asked and nuzzled her cheek against Song’s.
“Hmff.” Raven huffed before she dropped her full weight on Song’s left leg.
“Ow my leg!”
“It’s passable,” Willow added before she sat on Song’s right leg.
“Ow, my other leg! I’m being dramatic, but still.” Song murmured. His entire lower body was now buried. Raven and Willow’s rears immobilized Song’s legs, and there was still enough cheek to bury his lap.
Thus, Song practically only had his head exposed. That was fine considering the rest of him was enveloped in softness and warmth. He was perfectly content to wrap his arms around Summer and Kali and squeeze them closer. This did come at the cost of immobilizing his arms. Though again, why should he care when his arms were pressed against soft fat moms? He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax…
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