A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

The Sixth Incident

Photo Finish and Coco were still at Pies in the Sky, and the waiter had just dropped off their near-endless supply of pies. The other tables had long since gone home, and now that they had the restaurant to theirselves, Finish was going to make sure that every slice went into that big, fat stomach.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Forest Hatter. I’m ready.”

Finish chuckled. “No, Coco, I’m not Forest Hatter. I’m your boss.”

Coco grinned. “I thought so. Only you would go to this great length to feed me.”

“A growing girl’s gotta eat,” Finish said, picking up a slice of coconut cream pie. “Now how about a little cream for a lotta Coco?”

The fat mare leaned forward, opened her maw and lolled her tongue out. Finish’s hooves worked deftly, placing pie after pie in perfect position for Coco to suck them in.

The effects had begun working immediately. Her belly began pushing out against the table, tipping it little by little. Coco moaned with each flavor, each one adding more pounds to her frame.

The waiter came back with a can of whipped cream, which he began spraying liberally on every slice, even those already covered in whipped cream. He watched, entranced as Coco continued eating and eating and eating…

The table leg snapped, and the table fell to the ground. The pies piled up neatly in front of Finish, who picked up the top two slices and continued feeding Coco uninterrupted.

Without the table, she could see the progress Coco was making. Her rump was as large as she was a moment ago, pushing her up and up, and would completely cover Finish when she was underneath it. Her belly flowed out enough to touch the ground and then begin creeping along the floor. Her flanks were wider than the entire booth! Her cheeks hung low enough to touch her shoulders. Her chest flared out on top of her massive stomach.

So Finish had to crawl on top of her belly to continue feeding her. The waiter passed her the pies to continue fattening her up, and Coco ate dutifully, getting fatter and fatter!

“That’s a good piggy,” Finish said. “Oink for me.”

“Oink oink!” Coco grinned, her cheeks filling up.

“Good piggy. You’re such a big sow, aren’t you?”

Coco’s face changed to panic.

“What’s wrong?” Finish asked. “I thought you liked this.”

And then Coco vomited.

Finish shot up in bed. “Oh, Coco, what have I done? I’m so sorry.”

Her body came down from the intense arousal, and walked over to her window. “Coco, I hope you’re okay. We shouldn’t have pushed you that much.”

She didn’t sleep that night.