Despite All Her Rage

"Stupid chat doesn't know anything. 'Oh Bae, Chimchar is so ugly, why wouldn't you pick Piplup?,' 'Oh Bae, picking a fire type, what a try hard.' 'Oh Bae, you should ask Kronii if you can exercise with her when she comes back.' Like they ever do anything." Bae had just ended her stream and was sitting on the edge of her bed.

"At least I can get out of these stupid clothes. Always *nnnngg* shrinking in the wash..." Taking off her shirt was easy but she really had to twist and turn to shimmy her pants down her hips and thighs recently. The tightest article of clothing she had, however, was one she couldn't remove, despite the many times she had tried.

She had tried everything to get the chastity belt off. She had gotten in a big fight with Irys, big enough that they had even broken up. At first Bae was grateful that Reine had convinced Irys to come back and talk things out with her, Reine had saved their relationship from being ruined over a misunderstanding, but at this point sometimes Bae wished Irys had never talked with Reine at all. Being single and alone had to be better than this. By way of repentance, Bae had agreed to indulge Irys in 'denial play.' Irys had never once mentioned it before so Bae figured it was just something Irys must have seen online that she would be over in a few days. That was three months ago.

"There has to be a way to..." Bae had given up on trying to get the belt off in exchange for trying to get herself off. Three months had reduced Bae from the dominant one of the relationship to desperately humping her chastity belt against her pillow on the verge of tears. Bae would die of embarrassment if anyone ever saw her like this.

"Hey." Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, death did not take the rat as Irys whispered softly next to her ear. Irys’ hands sunk into Bae's pudgy belly and pulled Bae backwards against her. Bae jumped from surprise and shuddered slightly both at Irys' invasive fondling and the feeling of Irys' bare breasts against her back.

"H-how long have you been here?!" Bae squeaked, her heart racing from Irys' practically jumpscaring her.

"Long enough to see my girlfriend having a temper tantrum." Irys teased. Bae looked down at Irys' probing fingers. She desperately craved Irys' affection but she hated just how much of herself there was for Irys to touch now.

"What's wrong with my little Tepig? Not having any fun playing pokemon today?" Irys' continued her exploration of each and every inch of Bae's belly, relishing in Bae squirming in her hands.

Bae's knee jerk reaction was to lash out, Irys knew damn well what was bothering her, but Bae had learned by now that she would be the only one who ended up hurt.

"T-that's not even from gen four, i-idiot..." Bae hated being reminded of just how fat she was getting, yet another one of Irys' machinations. Name calling was one of the last vestiges of dwindling power Bae had left, and that barely even got a response from Irys anymore.

"Oh, it isn't?" Irys' teasing voice took on a more husky tone as her lips traveled down to Bae's neck. "Maybe I should call you Purugly then?" Irys dragged her fingertips lazily across the rolls of fat forming around the belt where Bae's belly button would be.

"I'm not ugly..." Bae pouted. Irys didn't miss Bae's thighs pressing together even more than they usually do now.

"No? Isn't that what happened? Going from a cute little Glameow to a big. fat. kitty cat?" Irys punctuated each word with kisses on Bae's neck, getting lower down with each one.

"I'm not even *hff* fat..." Bae sucked air in hard as she hoped Irys wouldn't notice her biting her lower lip. Degrading Irys had been a big part of their sex life before and having their roles reversed now was so shamefully hot despite how hard Bae tried to deny it.

"Oh? What's all this then?" Irys grabbed a handful of flab on the lower part of Bae's ever-growing belly and shook it. The jiggling of her fat feeling all the more humiliating when it wobbled against the belt.

"It's just b-baby fat so you can stop with your stupid t-teasing..." Bae denied as she tried and failed to suck in her gut.

"Oooh, right, right, I remember. So you've been a baby for, what, about 20 years now? When exactly does it go away?" Bae's cheeks flushed as Irys' dragged the reality of her pitiful form to the forefront of her mind.

"I'm starting nnnnnggg...." Bae's speech was interrupted as Irys' finger flicked across her nipple. "Starting a diet tomorrow..."

"Oooooh. Is that like the diet you started last week? Or are you trying that one from last month again?" Irys dragged Bae down onto the bed.

"Y-ye... I mean no..." All this stimulation was getting to be too much for Bae to handle, the aching fire between Bae's thighs was getting worse by the second.

Irys laid Bae down on her back. With Irys in view for the first time, Bae was even more embarrassed seeing Irys' tight, toned tummy next to her overly chubby stomach. Irys had lost the tiny amount of weight Bae used to tease her about and Bae had gained five times as much. Unfortunately for the overfed rat, her new position gave Irys even more areas to explore.

"Your arms must be babies too." Irys' lecherous hands traveled to Bae's softening upper arms, each of her fingers sinking into the sumptuous fat deeper and deeper every day.

"Don't do that..." Bae's biceps were never very big but she had still always been proud of them. It was beyond embarrassing to be reminded of their shameful state.

"Hmm, where should I go then?" Irys pressed her lips where her fingers were just moments before and kissed and nipped her way up Bae's arm and down onto her chest, Bae's whining and squirming intensifying the lower she went.

"Mmmm, maybe here?" Irys stopped to suckle on Bae's areola, her tongue gently prodding Bae's tiny pink nipples.

"Nnnnn not... *hff*" Irys knew every little insecurity Bae had and Bae knew Irys wouldn't stop until she teased her about each one.

"What's the matter?" Irys brought her hand up to tease and fondle Bae's other barely-there breast. "Is my little piggy afraid she'll start squealing?" Irys knew Bae was embarrassed about her small breasts but they were incredibly erotic as far as Irys was concerned and she loved to play with them.

"N-not a... pig..." Bae was quickly devolving into a lust-drunk puddle, her protests getting weaker and weaker as the fire between her thighs continued to grow.

"You aren't little either." Irys could feel Bae's nipple growing erect against her tongue and she wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Her suckling grew harder, wanting nothing more than to take Bae's nipple between her teeth.

Bae brought her hand to the top of Irys' head with the intention of pushing her off but in the face of Irys' expert teasing, Bae could do nothing but grip one of Irys' horns and moan. When Bae's breathing went from heavy to erratic, Irys finally complied with Bae's demands, pulling her head and hand away.

"No.. you... but..." Bae was a stuttering mess, completely soaked and aching for Irys' touch.

"Hmm?" Irys teased. Irys took Bae's left hand in her right, interlacing their fingers as she mounted Bae's belly. Irys then did the same with Bae's right hand and pulled them up above Bae's head, leaning down so her hair formed a canopy around Bae's pudgy, sweaty face. Irys' face was getting closer and closer to her own but Bae couldn't take her eyes off of what dangled from Irys' neck. The key.

"I thought you wanted me to stop?" A breathy chuckle accompanied Irys' husky teasing voice as she brought her lips just out of reach of Bae's. Bae knew it was a trick but she couldn't resist trying to kiss them anyway, grunting in frustration as Irys pulled away at the last second.

"Something wrong?" Bae could feel a damp spot forming on her chubby lower tummy as Irys started to grind against her.

"Just k-kiss me already... Please..."

"Mmm, you know the rules." Irys whispered, her soft lips just a few agonizing inches away. Bae's already flushed cheeks burned scarlet as she realized what Irys was going to make her do all night.

"O-oink oink..."

Their lips were only together for a moment before Irys' lusty tongue forced its way into Bae's mouth. Their tongues and passion swirled together for what seemed like forever, Irys never letting up until Bae felt like she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.

Irys giggled lightly in Bae's ear before whispering. "Not bad for a little chastity bitch."