A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

She had eventually convinced Coco to spend the night, and eventually told her that she had wanted to see Coco do nothing but eat all day and night. Surprisingly to her, Coco confessed the exact same thing, and soon they had her on a strict eating regimen. Day and night, she was crammed with the fattiest of foods, and Coco could do nothing to stop it from entering her. None of it left; all of the fat and nutrients were converted to fat.

She surpassed Dark and French in days, and Fanny not long after that. Shortly afterwards, her mobility left her, her belly resting on the floor and pushing her legs up too far to reach the ground. And still she ate. Even if she wanted to shuffle for help, or somepony wanted to push her out, she soon became too wide to push through a door. She became wider than three ponies, and then four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten even! And still she ate.

Eventually, she fell through the floor, but Finish had that planned as well. She had fallen softly onto the ground through magic that she had paid for—from whom, she couldn’t remember, and everything worked out to where Coco could lie there and continue eating. So she ate and grew, and ate and grew, and ate and grew.

After that, she ate and grew, ate and grew, ate and grew.

She did nothing but eat and grow, eat and grow, eat and grow.

A few years later, when Finish came down to visit her, she was astonished and overjoyed. She had received the notification through magic: Coco had passed her 1,000,000th pound. She had gone down to their private hideout to get a look at her. She had continued giving her all the food she could muster up, and all the loving words she could say. But they had agreed that from the 100,000th pound onward, they wouldn’t see each other until the next milestone.

And now Finish saw Coco, and beheld her in all of her glory.

She couldn’t see where Coco ended. Coco’s sides and forelegs extended out of view to her left and right; her belly pushed her up, up, up out of view. Only the bottom of her massive chain of chins could be seen. Her forelegs extended beyond Finish’s sight, gigantic sacks hiding tiny forehooves somewhere underneath. A somewhat-large system of see-through walls kept her front from blocking the doorway; her back was unrestrained to grow all the way back there.

Finish walked forward and pressed her hoof into Coco’s chest. She could sink her whole foreleg—her whole self!—into her flesh and make a gnat-sized indent. She hugged as much of Coco as she could, her hindlegs struggling to keep steady against her body that continued to grow ever upwards.

A deep, guttural moan reverberated throughout the entire body, signaling that Coco knew her master was there. It would take ages for Finish to climb up to see Coco’s face, but luckily she had portals to help her out with that. She stepped into one by her side, which took her from the bottom of Coco’s chest to directly in front of her eyes.

Coco’s face exploded outwards with flesh. Her cheeks encompassed all of Finish’s view when she looked down; her chins extended beyond that. Her muzzle, her forehead, her nape, even her ears were wider than before, probably each having a hundred pounds to them. Her back, that sea of fat, pressed hard against the back of her head, but with Coco’s already fat head there was no room to surge forward. So it rose upwards like a wave, staying there for Coco to lean back on.

“Hello, my prize.”

Coco’s eyes blinked, still pretty as ever. She moaned through the literal dam of fattening foods entering her.

“You’ve gained weight.”

Even with tons of fat on her cheeks, her mouth still smiled at the thought.

“You are my best prize. I love you.”

Coco closed her eyes, letting the praise wash over her as the food continued being pushed into her. Finish kissed her face, feeling her muzzle sink into her flesh completely. She let her body rest right under Coco’s muzzle, hearing the avalanche of food entering that wide maw. Her marehood rubbed against Coco’s chins, the many folds slapping against Finish’s underside. Her flanks were caressed by Coco’s giant cheeks.

She felt Coco growing under her, and her body jolted with electricity. Hopping into another portal, she landed on Coco’s back. That arch extended endlessly into every direction; Finish could make out no back of Coco’s head, or part of Coco’s sides, or even Coco’s giant rump. She sank into it like it was a mud bath, the warmest, softest, most refreshing mud bath she could find in all of Equestria. It rose up, further and further and further, story by inconceivable, uncountable story. She massaged as much as she could, and would’ve loved to continue on massaging her lover’s back for the next decade. But she knew that her lover needed caressing elsewhere.

So she took another portal and ended up buried alive.

Alive under a million pounds of Coco Pommel, under her belly. It pressed against her with ridiculous amounts of force, yet it was the softest prison she could ever find herself in. Complete darkness, with the sound of millions of calories digesting away and Coco’s light moans echoing throughout. If she was actually buried here, she wouldn’t have minded.

But there was one more place to see, so she took another portal to Coco’s backside. This was a towering piece of flesh that extended farther than her belly, where her flanks were larger than Canterlot Mountain, she’d wager, though she didn’t know how that worked. She didn’t have to though, since that glorious rump pressed into Finish as it grew against her. She slapped it as hard as she could, watching the ripples extent for miles in every direction.

It was time to celebrate. Decades of feeding, of growing came to this. One million pounds of mare were hers. She leapt forward, to begin the process of finding that marehood hidden under all of that rump flesh—

And ended up smashing her muzzle against the footboard of her bed. She would’ve probably cursed, had she still been conscious after that. But she drifted off to unconsciousness, which is slightly worse than sleep but gets the job done regardless.