A matter of minutes later, Stocking was sitting on a loveseat, a collection of puddings, cakes, and other assorted sweets spread about the table in front of her. Now ready to begin her planned sugar binge, the angel grabbed one of the pudding containers, and began taking quick, dainty bites from it. All traces of irritation faded from her visage as her favorite pastime overrode all memories of her argument with Panty earlier that day.
Meanwhile, the gloves stirred from the spot where Stocking had casually tossed them after finding the headwear stuffed in her cleavage. They lifted up into the air, then slowly began circling around the room, making themselves as unnoticeable as possible as they worked their way out of Stocking’s line of sight. They relaxed upon reaching that goal, then moved under the loveseat that the angel was sitting on, finding themselves immediately beneath her; their goals now within reach, the gloves flew upwards and slipped under Stocking’s dress.
“Mmmm!” Stocking hummed out of pleasure at the flavor assaulting her taste buds, revelling in the pudding sliding down her throat. With the gloves underneath her dress directly below the hefty pale mounds of her bosom, they caught onto the angel’s near-orgasmic enjoyment of sweets, an idea of how to proceed suddenly hit them. They pressed against her stomach, then slid up to her chest, lightly stroking and squeezing the sugar-fed tits, ready to make that description a bit more literal.
A light gurgle emanated from within her stomach as the pudding that had just entered it moved upwards and forwards, seeping towards her chest before pouring into her voluminous boobs. The pale mounds reacted to both the influx of pudding and the magic of the gloves by letting out burbles of their own as they began actively producing more of the sugary stuff from seemingly nowhere. Stocking remained unaware of this, however, being too engrossed with finishing off the container of the type of pudding obtained through normal means.
Stocking’s creamy mounds quickly filled up, to the point that they soon began swelling outwards, pushing out against the front of her black-and-white dress. The plump tits squelched and jiggled with each surge of sweetness pumped into them and every movement that Stocking made. Before long, the wobbling pudding tanks had doubled in size from what they were before she had started eating, the gloves clearly pleased as they continued stroking the overstuffed masses from underneath.
Thu Dec 23 00:09:20 2021