Hello all, figured I'd attempt to make a story utilizing more characters, as well as an updated way to display dialogue. This is the first part of hopefully many, where many of the subsequent parts will take place in a fantasy-based environment. Lemme know what yall think, and I hope you enjoy!
Contains fat furs, and some navel play

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A week or so has passed since the time you made Holly more than a mere acquaintance. While your friendship was oddly sporadic, it seems to have incredible potential with the numerous interests you commonly share. While bellies and navels are clearly both of your favorites, another that Holly seems indulged with is that of a particular tabletop game known as “Treasure and Tummies.” The gist of the game is incredibly simple: you create a hero or adventurer, determine their stats using a set of die, and roleplay as them while overcoming any adversity the bellymaster throws the group’s way. Oh, and as far as this game goes, the size of one’s belly influences your overall power. Of course, you’re probably wondering why Holly’s been talking to you for the past few days about this game, other than the fact that it sounds like a lot of fun, and… well, it turns out she has a few friends she likes playing this with. In fact, they’re well into a campaign of their own, but they’re willing to include you. Heck, they might even make you a regular part of their game if they like being around you enough. So, where does that leave you now? Well, look around! You’re lost in your thoughts again! Let’s see… You’re riding shotgun in Holly’s car, glancing out the window at the urban city. The sun’s in the sky, though it appears to be declining towards the horizon, slowly yet surely. A monstrous gurgle erupted from Holly’s belly, snapping your focus towards the obese feline…


<Holly>
“Oh my, you must be STARVING, aren’t you?~ Don’t worry, once we get to Rush’s place, I’m gonna feed you reeeeeaaaaallllll good~ Maybe even enough to fill a whole room~”

<You>
“Hrmm? Are you talking to your belly?”

<Holly>
“Hehe, of course! Wait, do you not talk to yours?”

Another loud groan from her stomach rattled the chassis of the sedan, forcing her to quickly correct her steering. Her warm smile faded slightly, as her gaze became glued to the oncoming concrete road ahead.


<Holly>
“Hold that thought, could you give my belly some rubs? It’s really acting upset, and I don’t wanna crash!”


<You>
“Okay, hang on…”

All your restraint had eroded away over the first few days of knowing her, and this was no different. Your paws immediately pressed into her grumbling flesh, and as one reached towards the front of her gut, you could feel your finger slip into her belly button. Gently grasping and kneading her fat seemed to pacify it at first, as the growls had reduced in intensity and volume. Of course, this would not dissuade you from continuing, as you found your nose to be poking into the side of her stomach. Holly giggled as a result of your sudden intrusion, before pushing your nose deeper into her with her now-freed paw.

<Holly>
“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, I have a feeling getting you out will be quite difficult~”


<You>
“Mayyyyyyyyyyybe~”

<Holly>
“Well, we’re practically there, lemme pull into the parking lot and I’ll let you have a bit of fun before we head in.”

Moments later, the car pulled into a mostly vacant parking lot, before slowly sliding to a stop. The moment the vehicle had ceased moving, Holly’s seatbelt exploded from it’s active position, freeing her belly and allowing it to surge out a few inches or so. With a gleeful grin, she turned towards you, allowing her titanic tummy to swing over the center console and towards your lap. You couldn’t resist such a fine belly, and decided to plunge your nose deep into her navel. The sounds of Holly being tickled by your rash action were replaced with deafening gurgles and groans, which only grew louder as Holly’s laughter unwittingly jostled her belly around. This, in turn, only fed your desire to pull yourself even deeper inside her, to explore every nook and cranny within her cavernous belly button. Fuzzy, squishy and soft were the walls of her navel cavity, and as they rubbed up against your snout and cheeks, you couldn't help but shiver in pleasure. Holly must have been as well, as her gentle purring mixed into the symphony that is her belly growls. Temptation overcame you, and without any objection in mind, you pressed your shoulders into the cozy hole, before your chest, and finally, your upper belly. Once again, you found the deepest pit of her navel, and with a gentle lick, Holly squealed from the sudden stimulation. One lick became two, then four… and you buried your fingers deep within her groaning fat.

<Holly>
"Ooooooooooh!~ I'm getting the feeling you're just trying to stretch out my navel~"

Your crimson friend moaned softly from your touches, and your elation only escalated as she gripped your hips tightly. With one last shove deeper into her belly, she suddenly began to pull you out, with the air from the outside world slamming against your face. With your fur rustled and your vision slightly distorted, you blinked a couple of times, allowing your eyes to readjust to the world around you. Holly smirked before turning towards her car door, though that wasn't who caught your attention… a huge husky was standing by her car window, one that looked to be male. His cargo shorts struggled hard to contain his rear and thighs, and the safari shirt he wore didn't even come close. His belly exploded outwards; the buttons upon his shirt had no hope of containing all of his fatty girth. Displayed prominently was his proud belly button, which contained a massive 5L bottle of root beer. A flower necklace adorned his collar, with many of the flowers matching his lapis blue eyes. Holly lowered the window.

<Unknown>
"Welcome to my humble abode, what's the password?"

<Holly>
"I can't tell you yet, you've got something in your navel!"

<Unknown>
"Hang on, hang on, I have to get it ready!"

Shoving his paw against his gelatinous gut, he fumbled around, desperately reaching for the tip of the bottle before sliding it out of its resting place. A deep gurgle roared from his gut as he lifted the bottle up, before unscrewing the cap and immediately downing the entire bottle. This canine smirked, tossing the emptied container towards a nearby dumpster before shoving both paws into his gut, to pull out two more bottles. Using his thumbs to open them up, he chugged them both, grinning at how a deep bubbling sound grew within his bowels.

<Unknown>
"It's time!"

Holly smiled, especially as this relaxed dog pressed his belly into the gap that was once occupied by Holly's window. Her nose entered his belly button, and as she planted her paws upon his belly, you watched as her shirt rode up even farther upon her massive body. Holly's belt squeezed even tighter against her enormous love handles, creaking softly with each of her movements as her nose plunged even deeper inside him. The husky leaned in towards the window, stifling a small burp before his stomach expanded slightly from the fizz.

<Unknown>
"So you're Holly's new friend? She said you're a lot of fun, and you certainly look the part… especially with how deep you were in her incredible belly! So, what's your name?"

You told the fella your name, while giving his gut a soft pat. He smiled, before snagging his tum with both paws and shaking it wildly. Holly giggled softly, giving the massive tum one last nuzzle before departing. As her fat roll pushed back into your side, he continued his greeting:

<Rush>
"Nice to meet you, I'm Rush by the way. Though, most just call me the root beer guy. After all, I've got at least 50 gallons of the stuff in here… or was it 60? Though, I’m sure I’ll reach triple digits by the end of tonight.”

<Holly>
“I’d love to see that, though this isn’t the first time you said you were going to do it. Remember all those streams where you said you’d try to do it? If I remember correctly, you only managed to fit 87 gallons in that tum of yours.”

<Rush>
“This time’s different, I have your friend to encourage me! Right, bud?”

A gentle smile graces your face, though while you began to politely nod, a small series of bangs erupted from within the apartment complex. Confused, your gaze shifts over to Holly, then Rush, who lets out a cheeky chuckle. With another slap to his gut, he pulled his stomach out of the car window, before turning towards his home.

<Rush>
“Sounds like Olive’s getting a bit restless, perhaps we should head inside before she brings the place down?”

<Holly>
“You know she would never hurt a fly, much less wreck your stuff.”

<Rush>
“Perhaps, but hey, better be safe than sorry. And Holly? It’s good seeing you again.”

The husky approached the feline, before embracing her in a tight hug. Their bellies smushed up against one another’s, gurgling loudly at the sudden shift of food within them. Both anthro’s bellies groaned into the other through their impossibly deep navels, bouncing against one another before the two finally broke their contact. You couldn’t help but blush at how their jiggly bellies wobbled after they separated, or how the rest of their bodies trembled with them. With Holly giving you an affirming grin, you both followed the obese husky into the building, before bypassing the stairwell on the right side to encounter the first room thereafter. Rush slid into the expanded entryway, with Holly following suit before you did as well. Once inside, you quickly scanned the room, immediately noticing the dim lights, dark-leather couch and seats, in addition to the pseudo-walnut furniture. Sitting upon the couch on the farthest side was a slightly plump raccoon woman, not nearly as large as your other companions though larger than most anthros. Despite seeming to measure a few feet around in circumference, most of her midsection (and body, for that matter) were covered in a fuzzy red blanket, though bits of her gray sweatshirt and jeans peaked out from underneath.

<Rush>
“This here is Willow, she tends to be a lot more on the quiet side. She doesn’t really like talking about herself much, but I promise you she won’t bite… well, at least, not you. Now the food… that’s a different story.”

<Holly>
“She’s wary around newcomers, though you shouldn’t take it personally. She usually needs a bit before she comes around.”

Despite Holly’s encouraging statement, you could feel a bit of the warmth in your own body fade as you glanced over at her. She didn’t even bother to break eye contact with the tv in front of her, and seemed to only entrench herself deeper into her fabric cocoon. It didn’t help that there seemed to be no hint of energy or joy in her monotone expression or motionless body, aside from the occasional blink or yawn. Careful not to have her feel like a zoo exhibit, you glanced back over towards the center of the room, towards the hanging posters of various signed photos of celebrities and the dining room/kitchen hybrid. You decided to tread towards the living room, with Rush gently placing his paw on your shoulder before you could proceed too far.

<Rush>
“Cool place, isn’t it?”

<You>
“Yeah, I dig it, I’m guessing you have parties down here often?”

<Rush>
“Heh, well… kinda. I do think it’s the ultimate party hub, but… well, the others and I have a bit of a hard time lining up our schedules to where we can really party more than once a week. But, I’m sure you know how that is… Anyways, feel free to make yourself comfortable, and be sure to ask if you need ANYTHING. Oh, and one more thing… we’d hate for anyone here to go home hungry, so… eat up!”

A sharp gasp escaped your maw as you felt something enter your own stomach, before noticing Rush’s finger had made its way into your navel. As he wiggled it around within you, you couldn’t help but chuckle from the sensation. Rush smiled too, before continuing:

<Rush>
“And I do mean ‘eat up’. Really, don’t stop yourself. Like, the more you can scarf down, the better. Welp, I’ll be around, don’t be a stranger.”

Extracting his finger from your navel, he gave a cheeky wave before returning to the entryway, out the door and into the world beyond the apartment. The door closed behind him. You glanced down at your gut, smirking at what the dog had done to you. Unsurprisingly, the base of your torso attire sat upon your upper midriff, and your belly was quite exposed to the people around. Though, it seemed like nobody had noticed, Holly had joined Willow on the couch, and the only other person around was-

*GGRRRROOOOOAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN… THUNK*

You spun around towards the table, before noticing a few doorways past it. Most were concealed; their doors were currently shut. One room remained open, however, were it not for the massive belly wedged in between the door frame. A pair of boobs sat atop the mountain of groaning fat, and past that, the soft face of an energetic, yet chipper vulpine.

<Unknown>
“Oh wow… that… was so good… crap, I think I’m stuck…”

<You>
“I take it you’re Olive?”

<Olive>
“That would be me! Sweet as can be, and plump as a blueberry! And I take it you’re the friend Holly won’t stop talking about?”

<You>
“I… think so?”

<Olive>
“Eh, close enough. Say, I hate to sound bossy, but would you be willing to help me with a couple of favors?”

<You>
“What might those be?”

<Olive>
“Well… I’m sure the name gives it away, but I am REALLY into fruits and sweet stuff. And, I got my paws on this new perfume, and I’m wondering what you think of it?”

<You>
“Wait… Olives aren’t sweet though…”

<Olive>
“Well, this one is the sweetest one of the bunch! At least, that’s what Holly says… but, she seems to be really smart, so I’m hoping she’s right about that… anyways, mind giving it a sniff?”

<You>
“Wait, where exactly am I smelling?”

<Olive>
“Why, my belly button, of course! Where else would I put it?”

<You>
“Well… maybe one’s underarms or chest? Well, anyways, perhaps I can give it a smell.”

<Olive>
“Pawsome! Heh, get it? Cause it’s a play on awesome, and we have paws, and… I’ll shut it…”

Unfazed by her quirkiness, you lowered your head towards her navel, before pressing your nose deep into her eggshell-white belly. As your muzzle slid against the walls of her belly button, the strong scent slammed against your nostrils, one of strawberries and bananas… you could almost taste the scent, as if there was a smoothie of flavor seeping into your maw, perking your taste buds and glands… You couldn’t help but sigh in satisfaction, before planting your face even deeper inside her to get a better whiff. Her navel wasn’t as deep or bountiful as Holly’s, though it was still incredibly spacious. Your nose met the pit of her gut, and as you touched the sensitive fur, one nuzzle of yours sent chills down the fox’s spine, causing her to suddenly giggle uncontrollably.

<Olive>
“Oh, oh my- You rascal, you scoundrel, you’re gonna make me laugh! Augh, I’m really ticklish in there!!!”

<You>
“Whoops, my bad… here, let me pull out of here-”

<Olive>
“Wait, wait… what does it smell like?”

<You>
“Like… some fruit. Strawberry and banana, kinda like those chewy candies you can buy at All-Mart.”

<Olive>
“Wow, you really have a good nose! Perhaps I’ll have to have you nuzzle my gut some more later on… oh, but before I forget, here’s the second thing… As you may have noticed, I may or may not have gotten stuck in this doorway… would you mind helping me out of here?”

With a simple nod, you removed your head, before placing your paws within her belly button. Positioning your paws outwards, you plunged them deep inside her, allowing your fingers to push against her before spreading them outwards, towards the doorframe. Now with fistfulls of her fatty goodness within your grasp, you tugged her gut towards you, rotating your wrists so you were pulling it all towards yourself. For extra leverage, you tucked your chin into her belly, allowing it to sink into more of her fat before it enveloped your own muzzle. Giving the tum a small lick for good luck, you yanked at her gut once again, eliciting a monstrous gurgle from her core as an inch… then two, then four, sluggishly entered the room. Another sudden pull of yours finished the job, too well in fact, to where Olive fell forwards onto you. You could feel your entire body get sandwiched by her, and how the pounds of food within her needy gut churned away with every passing second. Of course, you didn’t have long to feel the hefty gut upon you, as the gargantuan fox lifted her turquoise and white-furred body off of you, and onto her own legs.

<Olive>
“Are you alright?! I didn’t mean to squish you like that!”

<You>
“It’s alright… it… kinda felt nice, actually…”

<Olive>
“Wait… you liked that? Dang, you really are as awesome as Holly said! We have totally gotta hang out sometime!”

A series of thuds erupted in the entryway of the apartment, shifting your focus back towards the front door. Rush reemerged from where he had once left, though this time he was accompanied with a few dozen pizzas in paw, as well as another friend. This fella was massive, larger than anyone else present at the party. Easily a whopping 400lbs or more, this grizzly bear’s belly nearly got stuck in the doorway, along with the three dozen pizzas balanced upon his tanky gut.

<Olive>
“Looks like Alder’s here! I’m glad he could make it, he’s the best BM of the group!”

<You>
“BM?”

<Olive>
“Did Holly not tell you anything about tonight?”

<Holly>
“I didn’t have a chance, since they were snuggling my belly the entire car ride.”

You softly blushed, while Olive tilted her head to the side.

<Olive>
“Hehe, I can’t even say I’m surprised. You must really love bellies, huh?~”

<Holly>
“Anyways, the BM, or Belly Master, is the person in charge of directing the story of our campaign. While everyone gets to explore the world we’re all roleplaying in, the BM creates the world, and encounters, and everything of the sort. You’ll see.”

<Rush>
“You will indeed. I thought I told you to get some food? You look famished, like you’re about to starve!”

Your lightly filled stomach gurgled in disagreement, though it didn’t know what it was talking about. Following Rush’s advice, you moved your fat rear towards the food bar, snagging a plateful of chips, a decent helping of queso dip, more than a few cookies, and of course, four slices of pizza. Of course, this was just the appetizer, but you still had to whet your appetite before you could absolutely demolish a true meal. Once you and the others had filled their plates, you all took your seats around the dining table, where Alder sat at the head. You settled down, with Olive and Rush at your sides. Olive sat across from you, and Willow sat next to Alder, across from Holly. While Willow still seemed to be quite reserved, she seemed a bit more relaxed now… perhaps it was due to everyone being here?

<Alder>
“Welcome, everyone, to our second session of Treasures and Tummies. Of course, the first session was dedicated to creating our characters. It seems we have a new adventurer with us tonight, though if I remember correctly, I recall Holly mentioning that you helped them create their character?”

<Holly>
“I did, they’re ready to go.”

<Alder>
“Excellent. It seems like we are all ready to start. For the sake of everyone’s memory, let’s recall our characters. I will be a ranger, hailing from the deciduous forest nearby the town.”

<Holly>
“I will play as the barbarian, one known for my immense strength, skill at arm wrestling and appetite for all forms of mead and meat!”

<Olive>
“My pick is that of the cleric, so I can keep everyone healthy and happy! And maybe bloated too, hehe~”

<Rush>
“This campaign, I’m rocking the mage, since I finally figured out how all the spells and canteens work. Time to see how huge this mana pool of a belly can get!”

<Wilow>
“Right… I’ll play as the rogue, sneaking around is fun. Gives me an excuse to wear something that covers my whole body.”

<You>
“I guess I’ll play as the knight, I heard it’s a good class to start as.”

<Alder>
“Affirmative. Now then…”

The massive grizzly bear immediately shoved his paws deep into his navel, knocking out a large bag of popcorn out before yanking out a couple of massive, hardback books. As his gut groaned, he placed them upon the table, before opening one up to a bookmarked page. Shoving the bag back inside his belly button, he smiled, before adjusting his glasses.

<Alder>
“Let the adventure begin.>