“Oh, Vinyl!”
Vinyl Scratch didn’t even miss a beat. She just popped another cookie in her mouth and munched on it. “Yeah?” she said through a mouthful of crumbs.
Octavia stepped in through the doorway to the kitchen. There was a bright purple scarf around her neck, and a smile on her face. “Ah! There you are,” she said, eyeing her roommate. “I was wondering where you’d gotten off to.”
Vinyl lifted a hoof to wave. In the corner of the kitchen behind her, the radio sputtered out something about Fillydelphia and weather. It was doubtful she’d actually been listening to it—it was the same classical station Octavia had set it to that morning. No, more likely it was just white noise that Vinyl had left on while snacking.
Then again, she was always snacking these days. Vinyl smirked at Octavia and said, “Sup?” Then she went back to shoving her hoof down the neck of the cookie jar. She came back out with a full three cookies and jammed them into her mouth. She chewed messily, moaning almost orgasmically as chocolate chips and crumbs sprinkled down onto the floor.
Vinyl Scratch had always been a big eater. It was only a few months ago that Octavia had noticed her roommate’s habit of bingeing and stuffing herself into a stupor—only to join in to help her eat more than she’d ever managed before. She hadn’t been able to help herself. Something about Vinyl’s cheeks, stuffed with food, and her belly, sloshing and groaning with far too many calories, was just incredibly enticing to her. And Vinyl, a secret glutton who’d been wary of giving into her urges for years, had finally just thrown all restraint away. There’d been lots of moaning that night, not only from eating. The following morning, she’d woken up with a full, aching tummy, and with the sound and delicious smell of hay-bacon sizzling downstairs. Octavia had kept her very well-fed ever since.
And it showed. Octavia liked her marefriend big, and Vinyl’s belly was anything but small. Big, round, and soft, it hung heavily beneath her frame with all of the consistency of Jello. It’d begun as barely a potbelly, but within a month, Octavia’s feeding sessions had seen Vinyl well on her way to becoming a truly tubby mare. Nowadays, when she was on her back, letting Octavia feed her by hoof, Vinyl’s stomach was a massive, round dome, jiggling with little waves of motion as Octavia rubbed her hoof gently across it.
Today, Vinyl seemed to have found her own way to stuff herself. But that was hardly rare. These days, Vinyl was always snacking—even when she was at work, there was always a bowl of chocolate candies mere inches away. She needed thousands of calories a day to keep her bountiful figure growing, after all, and Octavia was always happy enough to provide.
So Vinyl just waited for Octavia to respond, and in the meantime stuffed her face with another two chocolate-chip cookies. Her rosy, chubby cheeks quivered; more than once, Octavia had seen them puffing out with exertion as her growing roommate—no, marefriend—galloped toward another feeding. Her belly swayed beneath her, slapping against a pair of thick thunder thighs that rubbed together whenever she walked. Octavia had paid those especially close attention, licking her lips whenever she saw them pushing together, more than once daydreaming of pushing her face between them and lapping eagerly at Vinyl’s—
Ahem. She caught herself in the middle of a sexy daydream with a blush. “Ah, yes,” she said. She glanced back over her shoulder. “I actually brought a surprise home with me! For you!”
“From that concert?” Vinyl said. She grunted through a mouthful of cookies. “That have anything to do with why you’re home so early?”
“Yes,” Octavia said. “The event was cancelled, I’m afraid. But I was able to gather some form of...recompense. It should be delivered—”
The doorbell rang. Octavia brightened, and instinctively reached to straighten her bowtie. “That must be them!”
“Must be who?” Vinyl stared after her as Octavia galloped toward the front door. Then she shrugged, and tossed another cookies down her throat.
Moments later, Octavia came trotting back. “Why, the caterers, of course!” she said, grinning widely. Behind her, a thick-looking stallion bearing a massive platter of food lumbered into the room. He set the platter down onto the counter, grunted, and turned to go. Behind him, a train of three more ponies looked to be saddled with more of the same. Octavia beamed at Vinyl. “Three hundred ponies’ worth of food has to go somewhere, doesn’t it?”
Vinyl’s stomach rumbled as she ogled the platter. Loudly. The smell of untold delicacies wafted through her nostrils, and she found herself salivating. “Tavi. You don’t mean—”
“All yours, dear Vinyl,” Octavia said smugly. She combed her mane out of her eyes and nodded toward the growing pile of food in the center of the kitchen. “Assuming you can finish it by tonight, of course…”
“Tonight?”
“I believe you heard me,” Octavia said. “All of it.”
Outside, they heard the slam of a truck door as the last of the caterers left the building. The front door slammed shut soon after. Vinyl stared at the wonderland of food in amazement, already rubbing her oversized gut in anticipation.
Vinyl may have been fat, but she was still barely two steps above chubby. As she ogled the mountains of food lying in wait before her, it was clear from the dreamlike haze in front of her eyes that she was imagining what eating all of this delicious food would be like.
“But tha’s...gotta be like a hundred-thousand calories in there,” Vinyl mumbled. She was drooling.
“More,” Octavia said. She sidled up beside Vinyl and gave her chunky ass a squeeze. Vinyl moaned, either in desire or hunger, as Octavia’s hoof wrapped around her thick barrel and squished her fat rump together. Octavia grinned sideways at her, one eyebrow arching up into her forehead. She patted Vinyl’s belly and giggled as it bounced and swayed. “I want to see you fatter than you have ever been before, Ms. Scratch.”
Vinyl slurped up her saliva with a grunt. “Then what’re we waiting for!” She dove for a platter of cookie assortments, her horn lighting up as she yanked the plastic covering from the top. “Let’s—”
“Vinyl!”
Octavia’s sharp voice froze Vinyl in her tracks. The tubby mare stood stock-still, whimpering with hunger, as Octavia slowly strode around to face her.
“You mustn’t start with dessert,” Octavia sniffed. Gently, she placed the covering back atop the cookies. “It’s rude.”
Vinyl whined. “But Tavi… I wanna eat.” Her tummy growled, and she sniffled. “I’m so hungry.”
“And eat you shall,” Octavia said. “But these things must be done in the proper order.”
She clapped her hooves, then nodded toward a platter of sandwiches. Vinyl turned to stare at it in awe. It bore a tower of clean-cut sandwiches that groaned under its own weight. Perfect for filling the tummies of a full party of classy ponies—or the grumbling belly of one very large, very hungry unicorn.
“Gimme!” Vinyl drooled.
“Take your seat,” Octavia said firmly. “And I’ll bring the plate over for you.”
Vinyl was in her chair in the blink of an eye. It groaned slightly beneath her weight, the rungs wrapped around her chunky hock as she squished her fat ass against it. The poor chair had faced quite a bit of abuse over the past months, but Octavia had a smug feeling that tonight’s feeding would be its last.
The instant the plate of sandwiches hit the table in front of her, Vinyl got to work. Octavia took a seat beside her, content merely to watch as Vinyl ate. At first, she was almost delicate about it, taking simple (if large) bites out of each triangle. By her fifth sandwich slice, though, she kicked it into a higher gear. Her hooves were a windmill of motion, constantly stuffing sandwich after sandwich into her mouth. She ate fast enough that she barely had enough time to swallow, her chubby cheeks bulging out as she crammed her mouth full of food. Her horn flickered with bright blue magic as it kept a steady line of sandwiches floating just within arm’s reach, ready to descend into the depths of the fat mare’s gullet.
Octavia simply sat next to her, occasionally adjusting the position of a sandwich if it looked like the tower was about to fall. On the whole, though, she was more than happy to sit against Vinyl’s side, cooing softly into her ear as she kept one hoof rubbing gently against Vinyl’s stomach. She could feel it swelling with each gulp of food, growing tighter and bulging against her hoof as Vinyl downed enough sandwiches to feed a party of two dozen without even breaking a sweat. By the time she was done, Vinyl’s gut had about the radius of a basketball, and sloshed pleasantly whenever Octavia poked it.
“Very good,” Octavia praised her. “You cleared your whole plate, you hungry mare.”
Vinyl licked her lips, making sure to clean every last bit of food off of them. An avalanche of crumbs and lettuce shavings covered her belly, though, which stuck out far enough over her legs to catch anything that fell during her feeding frenzies. She patted her belly and shot Octavia a skeptical look...before burping loudly.
“Braaaaap,” she let out, and then groaned. “Yeah, sure,” she grunted. “S’good, but I’m still hungry. You’d better have more comin’ if you think you’re gonna fill this fat filly up.” She took her gut in both hooves and jiggled it around a bit, folds of fat squishing against her hooves.
“Oh, pooh,” Octavia said. She got up from her chair and brought over the next dish. This time, it was an enormous bowl of pasta nearly two feet across. Vinyl stared at it with wide eyes, drooling visibly as Octavia struggled to bring it over. It hit the table with a loud thunk, its contents quivering noticeably. Thick, creamy sauce glinted in the light as what had to be a dozen pounds of pasta gleamed patiently within.
Octavia pressed a hoof against Vinyl’s stomach again. She smiled when she felt it rumbling again, impatient for its next feeding. “So you’re still hungry, you big, tubby mare?”
“Yeah,” Vinyl whined. “So c’mon! I wanna eat.”
“Then eat,” Octavia said. And Vinyl did.
It was a wonder to behold. At first, once again, she was almost polite. Bereft of any utensils, she used her magic to scoop up big mouthfuls of pasta, eagerly gulping it down just as fast as she could lift it. She moaned as the creamy tomato sauce touched her tongue, some of it smearing across her lips as she went for her second mouthful. Octavia grinned and gently dabbed it Vinyl’s mouth with a handkerchief. The big mare beside her waited impatiently for Octavia to finish, eager to get her stuffing back on track.
And then she was off once more. Finding her magic too delicate and slow to work with, Vinyl changed tactics. She started to scoop huge hoof-fulls of pasta directly into her mouth, smearing her fur, hooves, and cheeks with sauce as she gorged herself full. Before long, though, even that wasn’t enough. She squealed with delight, throwing away every inhibition as she dove into the bowl, shoving her whole muzzle into the pile of pasta and eating it directly. She snuffled and snorted like a pig, moaning in ecstasy as she wolfed down gulp after gulp of delicious, creamy pasta.
Octavia curled against her side, still stroking Vinyl’s belly as her marefriend made a complete pig of herself. “That’s right,” she purred into Vinyl’s ear, feeling Vinyl’s gut grow as more and more food found its way down her gullet. “You like stuffing yourself full, you pig of a mare?”
Vinyl came up for air long enough to agree—”Oink oink!” she proclaimed proudly—and then dove back in. She inhaled the pasta, grunting and groaning and snorting as she gulped down in a single breath what most other ponies could barely have eaten in an entire setting.
And all of this rich, high-calorie food was starting to have an effect. Vinyl’s stomach had passed “big” and was now on its way to becoming truly bloated. It was large, ballooning outward against Octavia’s hoof with every gulp of fatty food that Vinyl gulped down. It rolled out to cover her lap, a plush, soft surface that jiggled as its owner snuffled and grunted. It was starting to press against the table, the edge of the table biting into that huge, plump surface.
The rest of Vinyl was beginning to fill out, too. With the amount that she was putting away, it was hardly even a surprise. Her thighs pressed together, then disappeared entirely as her stomach pushed out to cover them. Her cheeks grew chubbier and rosier, even as her bright piggy eyes squeezed shut in gluttonous delight. Behind her, her chair creaked and groaned, trembling in obvious pain as her rump grew and fattened until it was wedged tightly between the rungs.
Vinyl’s ass was enormous—a sight which only turned Octavia on all the more. To see her marefriend making a complete glutton was an aphrodisiac all its own, but to see the impact of that stuffing—to see the world around her shrinking as her body grew bigger, heavier, more bountiful… It left her panting with desire, biting her lip as she watched Vinyl smear her face and double chin with more and more creamy pasta sauce, even as ten times as much made its way down to her swelling gut.
When the bowl was finally close to being empty, Octavia realized that she’d had her hoof clamped firmly between her thighs. She had, in fact, had it there for quite some time. She found herself panting, her cheeks flushed as she rubbed against her dripping, aching marehood. Vinyl’s feast was more than an event. It was an experience, and one that her libido surely wanted to watch in every pound of its fat, rolling, jiggling glory.
By the time Vinyl had polished off a serving of pasta large enough to feed three families in a week, her face was absolutely drenched in sauce and cream. Octavia took one look at her and laughed, unable to hold down a cascade of giggles at her marefriend’s slobbiness. Vinyl just slurped it all up, lapping at every corner of her face that her tongue could reach, making sure she didn’t let a single rich, fatty calorie go to waste.
And then she burped. Loudly.
“Ugh.” Vinyl leaned back in her chair and groaned, her hooves cradling her huge, taut belly. She patted it gently, waves rippling across its surface as it jiggled like a bowl of Jello. “That was some damn good pasta.”
“Oh?” Octavia said. She stroked Vinyl’s belly, loving the way its soft, arcing curves molded to her hoof. It wobbled as Vinyl patted it again, and she could feel its contents sloshing and gurgling as the big mare’s body did its best to digest them. “I wouldn’t have guessed from the way you seemed to be using the bowl as your feed trough.”
Vinyl smirked at her, though she was blushing slightly. “What else is a piggy gonna do?” she said. She squeezed her gut, letting fat folds squish around her hooves. “Other than oink for her feeder.”
“Mm… A piggy indeed.” Octavia felt the mass of flesh at Vinyl’s gut with a sense of awe, caressing the other mare’s belly. Vinyl gasped when she felt Octavia’s hoof slip inside of her belly button, which was now easily wide and deep enough to fit it. “Or,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Vinyl’s ear as she leaned forward, “a whale, at least by the time I’m done with you.”
A thrill ran up her spine. By the shudder of anticipation that Vinyl gave in response, it was obvious that she was feeling it too. “Well, what’re we waiting for!” Vinyl said. “Let’s keep going!”
“Of course,” Octavia said. “But I thought we might move to a...comfier location.” She eyed Vinyl’s gut pointedly, which was still pressed tightly against the edge of the table.
Vinyl chuckled. “Right,” she said. “Too fat for the table. Just lemme get myself up first.”
Except she couldn’t. She scootched the chair back a few inches and tried to heave herself forward, but succeeded only in sending her massive gut slapping heavily against her thighs. She gasped, sweat running down her chubby cheeks as she tried to get herself free, but to no avail. Her fat ass was just too tightly wedged between the chair’s arms.
“Damn it,” Vinyl wheezed. “I—I’m stuck.”
“Oh?” Octavia nuzzled against her tummy, feeling the soft flesh squish against her cheek. At the same time, her arm snaked its way around Vinyl’s back, her hoof pushing against the other mare’s large, supple rear. She groped Vinyl’s fat ass shamelessly, letting the big mare’s flank squish and jiggle in her grip as she continued to rub Vinyl’s bloated, gurgling belly.
Vinyl blushed. “Y-yeah,” she said. “I think I’m just...too big.”
“Too big?” Octavia pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Or not big enough?”
“Huh?” Vinyl said, blinking. “What do you—mmff.”
Octavia had crammed a hoof-full of the same cookies she’d been snacking on before into her throat. Vinyl’s cheeks bulged outward, filled to bursting with food once more. “Then,” Octavia purred, kissing Vinyl’s cheek lightly. “We’ll just have to get you big enough to break out of the chair entirely.”
Vinyl just groaned in agreement. Octavia had expected that. So long as she was getting stuffed, her fat piggy didn’t care what happened—which meant that Octavia was perfectly free to execute her plan.
More and more cookies followed, Vinyl chomping through them as easily as though they’d been air. Her gluttonous zeal was a joy to behold, taking full control as Octavia fed her more and more. Once or twice, she had to yank her hoof away before she was finished feeding her her next mouthful, half afraid that Vinyl might swallow her down as well by mistake.
But the cookies were doing their work. Little by little, bit by bit, her fat butt pushed more firmly against the rungs, wedging itself so deep that it was clear that there wasn’t any other way to escape. The wood creaked and groaned as Vinyl’s gut pushed outward, pressing against the arms even as her huge, gelatinous ass swelled and shook, straining against the confines of the tiny chair.
And then, with a crash, the chair burst. Vinyl’s flanks exploded through the back rungs even as the legs just...gave up. The whole thing shattered beneath her weight, the back snapping as the pressure of her enormous rear simply forced its way through.
Vinyl hit the floor hard, though the padding of her massive, plump ass broke most of the impact of her fall. Her entire body shook and jiggled wildly, her belly wobbling as though it were full of water as it hit the ground. The ruins of the chair crunched and snapped beneath her, her massive ass rolling over it as her flanks jiggled and bounced.
Vinyl gazes up at Octavia in awe. “Now that,” she said, her growing third chin smacking against her neck as she spoke, “is one way to break a chair.”
Octavia giggled. “It had it coming,” she said, and stuck out a hoof. “Need a bit of help getting up?”
She did. The two of them struggled to lift Vinyl to her hooves, an effort which just barely succeeded in getting fat flank off the floor. Her belly wobbled and smacked against her chunky thighs as she balanced herself, her double chin slapping against her neck. She grinned sheepishly at Octavia, then chuckled when her stomach growled again.
“Looks like I’ve still got more room,” Vinyl said, patting her overstuffed gut. It gurgled and sloshed beneath her, stretched so full with food that it was hanging down past her knees. “You got any left for me to eat?”
“Plenty.” Octavia smiled at her fat marefriend. She gestured toward the living room. “After you.”
She got a good eyeful as Vinyl waddled away. Her big, powerful gut was easily her most attractive part, but that flank… Octavia found herself biting her lip, a line of drool slipping down her chin as she watched those two massive ass cheeks sliding against one another, a pair of thick, padded spheres slapping against the backs of her thighs and jiggling madly with every step. Vinyl’s belly swayed from side to side as she heaved her bulk forward, and her rump jiggled with so much motion that it looked like a rough-swept sea. Octavia felt another throb of heat in her loins and groaned in voyeuristic pleasure.
With a grunt of effort, Vinyl slung herself onto the couch. It groaned beneath her weight, the two couch cushions that her fat ass took up sinking a good four inches into the frame. She smirked over at Octavia and patted the one cushion left beside her, while also rubbing her tummy.
“Well?” she said. “C’mon, then. This piggy needs a good stuffing.”
“I will, I will,” Octavia laughed. “I am simply admiring the view.”
And what a view it was. A fat, round gut that could hold an entire foal. It rolled out over her lap, soft, smooth curves padded with enough fat to send Octavia sweating with desire. It covered most of her chubby thighs, though even those stuck out noticeably. Her Cutie Marks had swelled up to the size of salad plates, widening as her fat rear had done the same. They squished enticingly against the couch cushions, just begging for an enterprising young mare to come over and do terribly lewd things to them.
In the blink of an eye, Octavia found herself at Vinyl’s side. The big, chubby-cheeked mare grinned down at her, her chins sagging against her neck. “Well?” Vinyl said again, slapping her gut for emphasis. Her hoof bounced off it like a drum, and rippling waves reverberated outward from the point of impact. “Let’s get this party started.”
Octavia smiled. “Say, Vinyl.”
“Mm?”
“Are you feeling a bit parched after all of that food?”
Vinyl licked her lips. “Lil’ bit, yeah. Pretty darn thirsty, actually.”
“Excellent.” Octavia nodded toward a trio of canisters leaning against the far war. “Levitate one of those over, if you please.”
Slightly nonplussed, Vinyl did so. It wasn’t until Octavia had popped the top of, letting a sweet, tangy, fruity scent filter through that Vinyl’s eyes went wide.
“Is that—”
“—the punch from the concert buffet? It is indeed.” Octavia gave Vinyl’s belly a pat. “And you must be ever so thirsty…”
But Vinyl had already floated the canister up into the air and upended it over her face. Fortunately for the couch and carpet, Vinyl did replace the top before doing so, which meant that nothing spilled out save for a few drops out of the nozzle. Ostensibly meant to pour punch into cups and glasses, the nozzle nevertheless served as an improvised straw for Vinyl, who latched her lips around it and began to guzzle like a greedy infant.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Octavia watched each bulge of Vinyl’s throat with increasing glee and arousal. Droplets of bright pink, sweet-smelling liquid seeped from the corners of her mouth, spilling down over her chins and gut. Vinyl seemed not to notice, instead completely focused on her task as she did her best to down nearly six gallons of punch.
Each swallow made her gut expand a little bit more; Octavia could feel it expanding beneath her hoof, growing and sloshing with punch. Vinyl kept right on drinking, her chubby cheeks bloating out as her belly grew taut and rounded, swelling outward with gallons and gallons of sweet, succulent punch until it looked just about ready to pop.
It took her a good three minutes to finish. Octavia just watched in awe, feeling her thighs grow wetter with arousal with ulp, ulp of liquid. And then, with a grunt and a gasp for air, Vinyl popped her lips off of the nozzle and tossed the empty container away. She burped, long and deep and loud, the vibrations from her muzzle actually making Octavia’s mane blow out behind her.
And then she groaned and leaned back, patting her huge belly. It resembled nothing less than a huge balloon now, jiggling and sloshing as it spilled over the sides of her lap and, in fact, the edges of her knees. She burped again, not even bothering to cover her mouth, and snickered.
Octavia wasn’t even bothered by Vinyl’s lack of manners. In fact, her marefriend’s slobbish actions only turned her on all the more. Such a creature, she marvelled—so perfectly obsessed with eating. Gorging, growing, swelling, gaining, never minding making a mess of herself so long as she grew huge and round and fat.
She realized that she was sweating. She also realized that she had her hoof between her legs, and was rubbing it against her pussy with an intensity approaching religious fervor. She caught Vinyl glancing in her direction, and quickly pulled it away.
“Man, that really hit the spot,” Vinyl said, smacking her chops. Her lips and cheeks were covered with sticky pink punch, and her chins were absolutely drenched in the stuff. She gave her belly a resounding smack and smirked when the massive thing quivered like a drum. “Got any more where that came from?”
Octavia grinned back. “Plenty, dear Vinyl,” she said. “But there’s still more feasting to be had.”
“Like wha—mmff.”
Octavia once again cut her off, using the tried-and-true method of “stuff Vinyl’s face until she doesn’t care enough to talk.” It worked immediately, the creamy chocolate filling of the brownie she’d stuffed past Vinyl’s lips oozing down her chins as the fat mare herself seemed to choke in some kind of food-fueled ecstasy. Then she was gulping it down, swallowing the sweet in the blink of an eye.
“More,” Vinyl said, her crumb-flecked tongue hanging out. And Octavia gave her more.
They went on like that for a good ten minutes. Octavia had entire platters of brownies and cookies, and took great pleasure in feeding them to Vinyl as quickly as she dared. Vinyl was more than happy to munch them all down in turn, letting Octavia stuff her face in between swigs of a second canister of punch. Her belly rumbled and gurgled with each new bite, little ripples of vibration spreading across its surface as it was fed more than it’d ever had to digest in its fat, food-stuffed life.
When the brownies were gone, Vinyl almost seemed winded. She’d nearly drained the second container of punch dry, and her stomach was vaster and more bloated than ever before. She couldn’t even fit both hooves around it, and her gut easily matched an extra-large exercise ball in size.
And then Octavia brought out the cake.
It was an incredible, marvelous thing. It was five layers tall. It was rich, golden sweetness filled with a velvety chocolate mousse and drenched in a chocolate frosting so pure and sweet that the very sight of it sent Vinyl slobbering with a gluttonous lust.
And then Octavia began to feed it to her.
The instant the first slice hit her tongue, Vinyl moaned with a sound of ecstasy so strong that Octavia wondered if she’d actually had an orgasm. Then again, given the relationship Vinyl seemed to have with food, the notion of it wasn’t quite as outlandish as it first seemed. The second slice sent her eyes rolling up into her head, her mouth trembling as it smiled impossibly wide with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
By the time Octavia fed her the third slice, Vinyl had settled into a more comfortable routine: Accept slice, chew it twice, then swallow it whole and ask for more. And as more and more of the cake vanished into Vinyl’s unrelenting maw, Octavia found voice growing more and more heated, her determination to stuff Vinyl growing ever-more intense.
“You like that, DJ Piggy?” Octavia growled, stuffing another slice whole into Vinyl’s chubby cheeks. Vinyl moaned, chewing quickly as drool slipped down the side of her mouth. “Eating more and more? An entire five-layer cake? Was an entire feast not enough?”
Vinyl just moaned again. Octavia pressed harder, actually pushing her whole body into Vinyl’s taut, massive belly as she fed her slice after slice.
“You just want to grow, don’t you?” Octavia murmured. She slid her free hoof across Vinyl’s gargantuan, gurgling gut as she felt it swell and slosh with each slice of cake she fed her. “Goddess, filly—is there no level of gluttony you can’t reach?” Her hoof slipped, smearing a fat stripe of rich brown chocolate across Vinyl’s cheek. Vinyl just snorted like a pig, suckling on Octavia’s frosting-covered hand as she whined for her feeding to continue. Beneath her, the couch springs creaked and groaned under her ever-increasing weight.
Octavia was all but grinding against Vinyl’s stomach by now, her aching marehood dripping slick, clear juices into the other mare’s deep bellybutton as she continued to stuff Vinyl’s face full. “More and more and more,” she sneered, shoving the next slice in. Vinyl groaned with pleasure, her hooves rubbing against her gut as she struggled to swallow the next piece. “So huge. So fat. A gluttonous pig who can only eat and eat and eat—”
Vinyl moaned, her throat bulging out as she accepted Octavia’s “gift” of two slices at once. Her mountain of a belly gurgled and trembled against Octavia’s crotch, leaving Octavia whimpering with lust. “Stuffing your face full,” Octavia went on, grinding against Vinyl’s enormous gut, watching as her flanks thickened and widened, fattening up until they were spilling off the sides of the couch entirely, “getting fatter, fatter until there’s nothing left to—”
She reached for the cake platter—and found it empty. Octavia stumbled, breaking off her sentence midway.
Vinyl just stared at her, her eyes glazed over with a faraway, dreamy look. Then she patted her belly, took a deep breath, and burped, belching with an intensity and volume such as she’d never had before. The force of it sent Octavia’s mane flying back once more, and her stomach jiggling and trembling as it sloshed and gurgled.
Vinyl brought one hoof up to her mouth, her chubby arm flapping against her neck fat. She belched again, a bit more quietly. “Sorry,” she said, grinning, clearly not sorry at all.
Octavia stared down at her. She wasn’t quite able to vocalize...anything, for some reason. She realized that she was panting, and that sweat was streaming down her cheeks and forehead. She inhaled deeply, struggling for breath as something screamed at her to continue.
Vinyl eyed Octavia’s position on her belly, then smirked at the other mare’s exposed labia. “Well,” she purred, “somepony’s having fun.”
Octavia snapped back to reality in an instant. “Says the mare who wouldn’t stop moaning as she ate.”
“Hey, that cake was good.” Vinyl smirked. “And a certain somepony was encouraging me very loudly.”
Octavia blushed. Vinyl just chuckled and reached up to grope at her marefriend’s flank.
“Say,” she murmured, “how ‘bout we move this to the bedroom?” Vinyl waggled her eyebrows. “Looks like you’re more than ready to have a lil’ fun.”
Octavia’s blush deepened, but she found herself nodding. She slipped off of Vinyl’s belly and landed on the floor. The couch groaned as it sagged a little less with the absence of her weight—but not nearly as much as it did when Vinyl rolled herself off as well.
Vinyl hit the floor with the force of a freight train. The entire ground floor shook when her padded hooves met ground, and her body didn’t react much differently. Her belly bounced and swayed beneath her, and her rump did much the same. That ass—oh goddess, that ass. Octavia found herself staring at it, drooling slightly as a pair of fat, globular spheres larger than her entire torso rippled with bountiful mass, mere inches away from her eyes.
In her wake, Vinyl had left behind an indentation—well, more of a permanent bend—in the couch a good five feet across, and nearly two feet deep. She eyed it for a moment, then turned to Octavia with a smirk. Her belly draped low beneath her, actually touching and smooshing out over the ground. Her legs looked like cute little “toy” appendages,” even their thickness a piddling beneath the mass that was Vinyl’s belly, ass, or tremendous thunder thighs. Vinyl’s gut squished against them, almost threatening to swallow them up completely.
Octavia swallowed. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. “Alright then!” she forced herself to say, somewhat cheerily. “Let’s get you upstairs!”
Doing so was easier said than done. A mare whose gut dragged along the ground when she walked was already difficult enough to transport on one floor, let alone up a set of stairs. Each step of Vinyl’s also set the whole house shaking again, her massive weight looking like it could easily crush a pony beneath it. Her ass and gut were actually wide enough that they pressed up against the wall and banister on their way up, forcing Octavia to help push her upstairs by pressing her whole body against Vinyl’s massive, jiggling ass and shoving.
Vinyl sounded vaguely apologetic. Octavia was in heaven. She was also, upon reaching the second floor landing, vaguely grateful that the staircase hadn’t simply shattered beneath Vinyl’s weight.
Vinyl collapsed on the bed with a heavy thwump, the bedsprings and legs groaning and creaking beneath her massive weight. She landed on her back, her hooves splayed to the sides, which allowed her enormous, soft belly to roll out over her like dough. Last night, she’d taken up a good half of the bed. Tonight, she took up nearly two-thirds. Octavia climbed atop Vinyl’s belly with her heart pounding in her chest, thrilled at the prospect of Vinyl becoming big enough to serve as a bed all her own.
“You’re still hungry, aren’t you?” she cooed, scootching across Vinyl’s bloated gut. She felt her rump sinking into the soft flab of her marefriend’s belly, and not-so-subtly grinded her butt and marehood against it. Vinyl belched again and grinned up at her.
“A little,” she confessed.
“Perfect,” Octavia said. There was already a pie in her hoof.
Vinyl stared at it with wide eyes. “Wh-where’d you get that?” she slurred. She sniffed, her fat lips trembling. It smelled of cherry—her favorite.
“Oh, just the pile over there,” Octavia said innocently.
It took some effort, with her neck now as thick as it was, but Vinyl managed to turn her head far enough to see the pile of pies stacked against the right-side wall. It was less than a pile than a mountain, nearly two-dozen pies piled high in a groaning, sweet-smelling pile. She found herself salivating again, thoughts of fullness vanishing from her mind.
“C-can I have it?” Vinyl asked, sounding more like a fat filly than she ever had before. Octavia smiled kindly down at her.
“All you want,” she said, and began to feed her.
Pie after pie disappeared down Vinyl’s waiting gullet, fruity succulent pastries vanishing in a chorus of moans, gulps, and smacking lips. Octavia fed her by hoof, slice by slice of pie finding its way into Vinyl’s growing gut. She could feel it widening beneath her by the fifth pie, an incredible, balloon-like mass with the consistency of marshmallow. It thickened, pushed upward, covering more of the bed by the second as she fed Vinyl more and more. Octavia began to rock herself back and forth, grinding her dripping pussy against Vinyl’s sauce-spattered belly.
Their moans mixed, Vinyl losing herself in her feeding frenzy as Octavia masturbated with folds of the other mare’s fat. Another six pies found themselves devoured as Vinyl grew into an ever-widening pile of lard. Vinyl’s cheeks were stained red, cherry juice mixing with and smearing across chocolate as she let Octavia stuff herself full of delicious pie. Octavia’s rocking sped up, her vision blurring as Vinyl floated over pie after pie, yearning only to grow bigger, heavier, fatter.
By the time the last pie was gone, Vinyl was enormous. She’d finished her third chin and had begun working on a fourth. Her ass was massive, her flanks a massive pair of pillows nearly reaching either side of the mattress. Her Cutie Marks were each well over a foot across, and rippled and jiggled as Octavia masturbated. The only thing larger than that ass was Vinyl’s stomach, a magnificent, powerful organ that swallowed up her legs and spread across most of the entire bed. Octavia could feel every one of the tens of thousands of calories she’d stuffed down Vinyl’s throat churning, gurgling, sloshing inside of it, digesting into more and more fat that would and was spreading across every inch of Vinyl’s frame, leaving her more massive, softer, and fatter than even her wildest dreams.
The bed groaned and shook, signalling that it was on its last legs—quite literally. Three of the middle legs had snapped, shattering where Vinyl’s immense weight pushed them down toward the carpet. The others were just barely holding on, the entire structure struggling to bear the weight of a whale of a mare.
Octavia moaned softly, her grinding slowing for a moment. She met Vinyl’s eyes, and the other mare grinned. Her face dripping with sauce and pie crumbs, she’d made enough of a mess of herself that it was impossible to deny just how much of a glutton she’d become. Her belly was now big enough that it was clear she wouldn’t even be able to walk until it decreased in size—if she tried, she’d merely be stuck atop it, a tiny body atop a massive gut that jiggled and sloshed as her tiny, pathetic limbs pressed against it, unable to reach the ground at all.
Octavia smiled back. “And now,” she purred, a surge of inspiration twisting with her arousal, “the final course.”
Vinyl gave her a look of confusion as Octavia slid down from her belly, her dripping marehood leaving streaks of clear juices in its wake. Her eyes widened when she saw Octavia lumbering back with a massive barrel resting on her back, a barrel which sent ripples across Vinyl’s incredible gut when it was heaved on top of it.
Octavia followed it up a beat later, scrambling up Vinyl’s enormous belly and using her folds of fat for hoofholds. “This,” she wheezed, peering around the barrel, “is the entire contents of the concert’s chocolate fountain.”
Vinyl’s eyes grew even wider. Octavia moved with a deliberate speed, yanking off the cover of the spigot at the front and letting a steady stream of liquid chocolate dribble out.
“And you,” Octavia said, “are going to drink every. Last. Drop.”
Before she could respond, Vinyl found the spigot shoved between her lips. Instantly, a cascade of sweet, liquid chocolate began rushing into her mouth, gushing down her throat. She found herself having to gulp it all down with a frantic concentration, struggling not to suffocate as her cheeks were bloated with far more chocolate than they could possibly contain. Her eyes rolled back, moans of pleasure coming from her throat as she downed gallons upon gallons of pure chocolate.
Octavia kept tilting the barrel forward, forcing more and more of the chocolate fountain down Vinyl’s throat. She could feel the other mare’s belly expanding beneath her, reaching greater, more massive heights as it swelled up with its sweet liquid filling. It spread across the bed, filling it completely as it grew. She could see Vinyl’s bellybutton growing, widening, deepening behind her, the other mare’s entire body growing huger, more bloated, fatter by the second.
She’d long since resumed her grinding against Vinyl’s middle. Panting, wheezing, sweating with uncontrollable arousal, Octavia continued to pour the never-ending waterfall of liquid chocolate down Vinyl’s throat. She humped Vinyl’s gut for all she was worth, her moans mixing with Vinyl’s as the huge mare’s gut and flank grew even thicker and fatter.
With a crash, the bed finally gave out. The legs shattered, and the frame crashed to the ground. The mattress protected Vinyl from any sort of real harm, though her weight actually crushed the bed frame flat as her massive weight pressed it against the ground. The impact sent her belly bouncing and jiggling, every part of her enormous body rippling with motion as she groaned in pleasure and satisfaction. She was officially larger than the mattress itself, her fat spilling over its sides in every direction, and Octavia loved it.
The second the chocolate fountain ran out, Octavia tossed it to the side and pivoted across Vinyl’s gut. “Finish me,” she moaned, sliding down Vinyl’s belly until her dripping, burning marehood was pressed directly against Vinyl’s muzzle. “Now.”
Vinyl took to her new task with gusto, eating out Octavia as readily as though she’d been a four-course meal. Octavia moaned and whimpered, her whole body trembling with pent-up arousal as Vinyl’s tongue lashed against her insides.
She cradled Vinyl’s fat in her hooves, a bountiful belly far too large to be possibly contained. She began to stroke it, massage it, knead it like dough. Beneath her, Vinyl groaned with pleasure, and Octavia imagined the ripples spreading out from the place of her rubbing, vibrations causing Vinyl’s thick thighs to rub against her fattened clitoris, stimulating her with nothing more than the jiggling of her own, fat body.
The thought only turned her on even more. Octavia felt her back arching, an unladylike grunt of lust forcing its way past her lips as Vinyl curled her chocolate-stained lips around Octavia’s feminine lips and began to suck. Octavia groaned, whimpering, trembling as she felt her peak approach, turned on like she’d never been before by the combination of Vinyl’s gluttony and pure, unadulterated size.
Octavia screamed as she came more than an hour of masturbation having built up to an explosive climax that left her writhing and moaning atop Vinyl’s gigantic belly. Vinyl moaned with her, her belly shaking as her own orgasm—born out of either gluttony or arousal, Octavia couldn’t tell for sure—followed suit. Sweet, sticky femcum ran down Vinyl’s cheeks, her muzzle twitching inside of Octavia’s cunt as she slurped up as much of the other mare’s essence as she could swallow.
Groaning, Octavia allowed herself to slide once more so that her body was aligned with Vinyl’s. She nuzzled into Vinyl’s chubby cheek, letting her torso sink into Vinyl’s massive, soft belly.
“Wow,” Vinyl said, chuckling. She belched again. “You really went all out.”
“My piggy of a filly deserves nothing less,” Octavia said. She gave her a kiss and tasted herself on them, mixing with chocolate and cherry and cream and a thousand other incredible things.
Vinyl kissed her back, and came away with a blush on her chubby face. “More of a whale now, I think,” she said. She flapped her tiny legs helplessly against her massive sides. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere anytime soon.”
“Good.” Octavia gave her another kiss, this time planted on the bridge of her nose. “Good gluttonous fillies deserve the chance to rest.”
Vinyl grinned at her. “So long as you keep giving me those belly rubs.”
“Of course,” Octavia said, smiling back. “You know I shall.”
Vinyl yawned. As Octavia moved back on her belly and began massaging it once more, Vinyl’s eyelids fluttered. Soon, they were nearly closed entirely. As Octavia moved to kneading her massive gut right around the middle, Vinyl began to snore softly, slipping into sleep as her belly gurgled around its vast, sloshing feast.
Octavia collapsed atop Vinyl’s belly, exhausted. “Mm,” she murmured, stroking Vinyl’s gut with a gentle hoof. “You really are incredible, Vinyl.”
She lay there for a bit, simply stroking, cuddling against Vinyl’s abundant pudge. A few minutes later, though, her own stomach grumbled. She wrote it off as another of Vinyl’s gut’s gurgles...at least until she felt a stab of hunger lance against her side.
And then she smelt it: a sweet, succulent, fruity smell. Blearily, Octavia sat up and turned around—only to discover a pile of pies that, somehow, the two of them had missed. She glanced down at her empty belly and patted it gently.
“Don’t worry,” she murmured. “I’ll have you full soon enough.”
Vinyl came to about a half an hour later. She groaned, blinking up at the ceiling as she slowly awakened. She shifted her weight a bit, and marveled at the way her fat rolled from side to side. There didn’t seem to be quite as much bloat as before, but her stomach certainly looked a good bit softer.
She heard a grunting, snuffling sound from her side. Blinking, she turned in its direction. Leaning against the wall, an empty pie tin in her lap, was Octavia.
But...was it Octavia? Bright red and blue juices spattered her cheeks, and crumbs flecked her chest fur. Her belly was round and taut, bulging to the size of a beach ball. Her thighs and cheeks looked more than a bit plumper than before. Her ass had rounded out beneath her, and her flanks squished against the floor with a bit of pudge showing through. She even had a slice of pie in her hooves, an item that she bit through before moaning in pleasure, rubbing her swollen gut with a sticky, cherry-smeared hoof. There was a small pile of pie tins beside her, scraped absolutely clean, as evidenced by the smears of pie filling across Octavia’s chubby cheeks.
Vinyl coughed lightly. Octavia instantly startled to attention, blushing. Then she glanced down at her belly and gasped.
“Oh...oh, my,” Octavia said. She took it in her hoof and flushed even deeper when there was a noticeable squish to her gut’s pudge.
She looked up at Vinyl, an almost desperate look in her eyes. “I was hungry!” she squeaked, her cheeks burning a bright red behind the spattering of pie filling. “Just a little bit!”
Vinyl just laughed. It was a deep, uproaring belly laugh that sent her every fold jiggling and rolling around her. “Geeze, Tavi,” she snickered, giving her own massive belly a pat. She winked, and Octavia blushed even more adorably. “Maybe we should feed you next time.”
Octavia smiled weakly back. Then she looked downward, her hoof curled around her swollen belly. She cradled it for a moment, feeling its contents gurgle inside. She looked almost thoughtful.
And then she looked up again, met Vinyl’s eyes, and smiled a bit more strongly. “Yes,” she said. She patted her pie-stuffed belly. “Let’s.”
