A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

Coco stared at the rest of the tiramisu, the last slice of the whole bunch. Her lips and hooves trembled at the thought of eating it, but Finish was there. With a steady hoof, Finish reached forward, took the whole slice, and slid it into Coco’s maw. The other mare swallowed obediently, the unchewed cake sliding down slowly, making her fat neck bulge with the effort.

Then Coco’s stomach bubbled. The fat mare cooed as the bubbling grew, and grew, and grew… and then her stomach began to grow, and grow, and grow!

“See, Coco? You weren’t bloated! Those were just growing pains.”

Coco gave her a devious smile as her belly pushed the table away from her and into Finish. The skinnier mare threw the entire thing away and flung herself onto the large belly. It was larger than Fanny’s by this point, and growing even faster now.

Finish kissed and kneaded it, and it reacted by lurching into her lap, cuddling into her arms, pushing her back more and more and more. Coco’s moans grew as she did. Finish couldn’t see how fat her rump had gotten or how round her face or chest were; all she could see was a wall of belly. A wall of belly that soon sandwiched her in between it and the wall behind her. It first pressed into her legs, rubbing against her marehood before creeping its way up her body. Finish let out a moan as that belly completely covered everything, surrounding her in softness for seconds as Coco continued to fatten up.

Then she fell backwards. When she regained her bearings, she found that there was a hole where she had fallen, full of Coco’s flesh. “Yes, my darling!” The whole wall began to creak and crack and bow towards her. “Come to Photo Finish!”

Cracks, and then flesh pouring through… and then a massive explosion of bricks and fat surging towards her!

Finish shot up and looked around. She was back in her room. But, instead of complaining, she smiled.

“I can at least go wild in my dream.” She lay back down, closed her eyes, and tried to find where she had left off.