Author's Note
I struggled to describe this story without making it seem as though it were a weight gain/force feed kind of fat fetish story. I've never been a fan of stories like that in general, but I have always been attracted to the idea of guys with heavier bodies and Caramel in my mind has always been a bit chubby to begin with. Force feeding to me isn't attractive, but big bellies are. So I just wanted to write a story that was more in line with my interest using a couple I have abused for so many topics in the past three years since I wrote Melting Snow. I don't think it's any well kept secret that I adore chubby guys, and therefore chubby pony bellies. So me writing a story about it is a bit super overdue but I've kind of been wary of writing stories about my purest kinks on this site.
Then I just kinda wondered why if it was weird for me to headcanon Mac as liking chubby guys why wasn't it weird for me to headcanon Caramel as liking big, muscled guys? So whatever, wrote it. Not the most happy I've been with a clop story but it's done. I've been sick for a week I demand 1% slack.
I've posted it. No turning back. Enjoy your dumb porn!
Love Handles
“It’s a little tight,” Caramel mumbled sheepishly and began to tug at the bottom of his sweater.
Big Macintosh had noticed. The workhorse had been secretly hoping, if not praying, that Caramel would not draw attention to this glaringly obvious fact. The way the sweater pulled to his body in a way that just three weeks prior had given him a few inches of breathing room now looked like tight rubber against his fur. The blue wool outlined every inch of Caramel’s body, most specifically his round belly which protruded a bit past what Mac had memorized of his lover's body.
The red workhorse sat in Caramel’s room in the entrance to the doorway and bit at the inside of his lip and felt his legs squirm. He could feel his face grow warm while he watched Caramel tug and pull down at the sweater. If the smaller stallion released the bottom it would ride up his already round belly a few inches and show it off more than the article of clothing was doing on its own.
“Sorry,” Caramel mumbled in a sort of defeated, embarrassed tone. He was sitting now, near the center of his room and pulling down on his sweater so it wouldn’t ride up any further and expose himself. “I’m holding us up.”
“Huh?” Big Macintosh felt himself be drawn out of a daze. It was a stupid way to answer, he was well aware of this, so he felt his cheeks grow slightly flushed. His white freckles blended in with his red fur and he scratched at his face in an attempt to hide this.
“All my sweaters feel small,” Caramel grumbled, and released his sweater. As if on queue it rode up a few inches and exposed Caramel’s belly. The stallion grumbled again and ripped the sweater off.
Big Macintosh usually found it easy to control his emotions. In the early days of dating Caramel when his usual brick-solid wall he kept up was tested the most he rarely found himself as embarrassed as he felt now. He had barely said any single word to his boyfriend all morning. To most ponies this wouldn’t have been a rare occurrence, for most ponies took him as the quiet type. But around Caramel he could usually muster some kind of light conversation, or even the ability to randomly put his hooves on his boyfriend and kiss him.
But today he felt embarrassed. Embarrassed because he kept staring like he was ten years younger and an uncontrollable mess of hormones. The thought of even attempting to converse when he had been watching Caramel slip on tight sweaters that outlined him in all the right places made his mind turn to mush.
It wasn’t just Caramel’s belly that his attention had been drawn too. It had been three weeks since he had even seen his lover, as he had been away in Appleloosa helping Braeburn for the end of harvest season, but he still knew that something was different. Caramel’s body seemed a bit heavier, belly a bit rounder, his legs thicker. When Caramel tried to cover his body in a hug of insecurity that Mac knew he should say something comforting about his mouth went dry, for the sight of Caramel’s belly being pushed in and jiggling ever so slightly at the slightest of touches was… intoxicating. Caramel had always been a bit on the rounder side and not nearly as musclebound as Big Macintosh was, but this was a clear ten-twenty pound difference that had begun to take a slight physical toll. It wasn’t fat, no, but chubby. Chubby in the way that Mac felt his heart pound with embarrassment when strange thoughts crossed his mind.
“M-Mac, is something wrong?” Caramel mumbled, his own cheeks now flushing. Big Macintosh could sense the nerves in Caramel’s voice as if he had been trained to hear that sound. Mac bit the inside of his cheek harder and shook his head. “You’ve been acting weird.”
“N-Nothin’, Sugar Cube,” Mac felt himself stutter and for just a brief second his ears flattened against his head. “Just uh, little tired from the trip is all,”
Caramel frowned. He was wordless with his doubts, but Mac could see it in his eyes that his lover was not entirely convinced. Caramel looked to the floor and picked up one of the discarded sweaters and sighed loudly with a bit of irritation entering his tone.
“You think it’s warm enough not to need a sweater or anything?” Caramel grumbled.
The way he flicked his tail gave Big Macintosh a quick look at Caramel’s flank. A thought driven entirely by his perverted thoughts suddenly cropped up into Big Macintosh’s head as he wondered if Caramel’s flank had gotten larger as well as the rest of him. He made a strange noise and pressed his lips together, trying to brush off the thought.
“Mac?”
“Huh?” Mac found himself asking again. He hadn’t actually listened. This was something the workhorse found himself hardly doing, especially around Caramel. He saw something flicker in Caramel’s big, blue eyes that was something between irritation and hurt. He got to his hooves and shook his head.
“S-Sorry Sugar… Just... Mac insisted and tried to smile. He drew himself closer to Caramel, standing over the pony despite the fact that the two were standing. “Ya look real cute today, for some reason.”
Caramel looked away with a hint of disbelievement in his eyes. He didn’t say anything. Big Macintosh frowned in response and took Caramel’s chin in his hoof and forced their eyes to meet. He silently stared into them, and then kissed Caramel at the end of his nose. If either by choice or force Caramel giggled and squirmed out of his grasp. Mac pulled him back and through a giggle on both their ends their lips met. Caramel sat up and onto his hind legs where Mac sat down. Mac lifted one of his hooves to Caramel’s lower back and pulled him in. Caramel came closer, and his belly suddenly pushed against Mac’s flatter, harder abdomen. Mac broke the kiss suddenly and gasped in surprise. Caramel was blushing.
“Sorry,” Caramel apologized suddenly. “Guess I haven’t left the house much since you’ve been gone. Kinda cooped up just eating whatever’s around and not moving much… I gained some weight, I guess.”
“A-Ah uh,” Big Macintosh felt his mouth suddenly go dry. “Ah noticed.”
“O-Oh,” Caramel mumbled.
Big Macintosh saw Caramel’s ears fall against his head. He knew instantly he had said the wrong thing. Caramel suddenly tried to push himself off, and Mac instinctively held him tight and brought a hoof to Caramel’s face. Their noses were almost touching, and Mac found himself looking away due to the nerves coursing through his system.
“A-Ah ain’t mean it like… Ah don’t…” Big Macintosh pursed his lips together and shook his head before taking his hoof from Caramel’s face. “If Ah’ve been actin’ weird ya can pinch me, ya know? Ya just are distractin’ me with yer… belly…”
“Uh…” Caramel sounded less defeated and more confused now.
“No, just…” Mac trailed off into a quiet groan. The proper way to word this felt frustratingly difficult. He felt his thoughts hit a wall, and hard, and annoyance sparked in him. It would be much easier if he didn’t have to explain this verbally, he thought to himself. Something he always dreaded to do, even around Caramel.
“Ah,” Big Macintosh began, taking one of his hooves and trailing it from Caramel’s back down to his side. He pulled it forward and onto the side of Caramel’s belly. It had been the first time he had actually felt it. It was soft, and firm and big all at once. He felt a strange possession come over his heart forcing it to beat faster. “Ah think yer really cute an Ah keep thinkin’ bout touchin’ it.”
He could feel Caramel’s muscles uncomfortably tighten as he lowered his hoof to grab at Mac’s own. There was a long silence, and Caramel pulled back a few inches so they could properly look into each other's eyes.
“You like chubby stallions now?” Caramel asked with a quiet sounding voice. His tone seemed unconvinced.
“Ah like ya bein’ chubby.” Big Macintosh shrugged. “Ah guess. It’s just… Ah already wanna touch ya all the time. Now there’s more ta touch an’ grab.”
A long silence passed. Caramel opened his mouth a few times with nerves seeming to overtake him and hush him up after attempting to speak. He touched Mac’s chest near the center and ran his hoof in small circles. His cheeks seemed a bit flushed. In a sort of nervous motion Caramel pushed himself off of Big Macintosh.
For a moment, Big Mac thought he had said the wrong thing once more and opened his mouth to apologize. He had always been bad at wording things, and feared that once more he might have messed up his desires. But Caramel sat on the bed that was just a few feet beside where Mac was and spread his lower legs just a bit. His upper legs were covering his belly, and he was hunched over a few inches. Ever so slowly he removed his hooves from his belly, and Big Macintosh saw for the first time a real sight of the thing. Round and soft looking, bigger than he remembered it being. It protruded in a way that the bottommost part of it almost touched the surface of the bed. Caramel seemed hesitant to expose it for long, as he made a nervous kind of noise and the muscles in his legs clearly tightened.
“L-Like this?” Caramel stuttered. “I mean, you wanna see it like this?”
Big Macintosh involuntarily felt his heart pound against his chest. He nodded his head and drew himself closer. He looked up to Caramel, who seemed too shy to look him in the eyes right now.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh answered eagerly. He put his hooves on the bed just between Caramel’s legs and placed his muzzle between them. If he stuck out his neck a few more inches he would have it pressed into his boyfriend's newly developed belly. He looked up, and saw Caramel using his hooves to cover his face. “Ya alright, Sugar?”
“J-Just promise this isn’t teasing me, okay?” Caramel pleaded. He seemed as though he were anticipating something far greater than his belly to be touched. “This is because you like it, right? Not some weird way to poke fun at me for gaining weight.”
“Ah think it looks cute,” Big Macintosh answered. Caramel lowered his hooves slowly, their eyes meeting. Caramel seemed nervous still, but nodded his head. He put his upper legs behind his body so he could sit back some, and in doing so his belly stuck out more and pressed to Mac’s nose.
“Ngh.” Caramel bit at his lip.
Mac jumped a bit, and saw from his limited view his vibrations on Caramel made his belly jiggle. Something stirred instantly between Mac’s legs that he wasn’t sure if he should be ashamed of. He lifted his hooves slowly and placed them on either side of Caramel’s belly. Caramel’s body squirmed ever so slightly. His hooves sunk about an inch into his lover's new chubby skin, and he was able to pull and run the tips of his hooves down the stomach in an outline.
“Mmmm,” Caramel made the noise. It sounded as though he were fighting back the urge to giggle. Mac couldn’t blame him, as he was being sensitive and light with the touches of his hooves. It was no wonder Caramel might feel like he were being tickled.
Big Macintosh realized he was holding his breath. When he let it out in a quick gasp he buried his face into Caramel’s belly, and resisted the urge to let out a sound he knew would only sound like a whimper. His cock between his own legs was growing, Caramel squirming ever so slightly as if just to tease him by running the lavishly soft belly against his muzzle. He kissed Caramel’s belly near the top right where it began to fall back into the rest of his chest. He squeezed Caramel’s sides suddenly, and heard the earth pony yelp.
“A-Ahah!” Caramel cried out, his lower legs kicking.
“Hehehe,” Mac responded, despite the fact that he had the least reason out of the two to laugh. “Do ya like it, Sugar?”
“I-I don’t know!” Caramel barked suddenly. It was cute. Mac giggled again. Caramel truly seemed conflicted. The sensations were likely new to him, if not obviously more for the pleasure of Mac. If he looked up he would have no doubt he had reduced his boyfriend to a pink-faced mess.
“Would ya like it more if Ah played with ya here, too?” Big Macintosh asked, running his hoof tauntingly down Caramel’s belly and then under it to between his legs. Skin, not fur, ran against the bottom of his hoof when he found Caramel’s balls, which up until this point had just been barely visibly under his belly. He ran further though and put his hoof to Caramel’s taint and began to push and rub.
“A-Ah!” Caramel cried suddenly. It was involuntary, and perhaps unexpected. Caramel began panting and fast. One hoof was on his belly still groping and tracing, as was Mac’s muzzle, but the other hoof was slipping between his butt cheeks and grazing the tip against Caramel’s hole. Mac felt Caramel’s body tighten, and his newly defined, chubby legs pressed against Mac’s upper leg.
“Too much?” Big Macintosh looked up to indeed confirm the heated look on his lover's face. Caramel shook his head, but bit his lip regardless. Caramel tried to loosen his legs, but every time Mac let his bare hoof graze against that hole between squeezing and licking his already soft, large belly he tightened them again and restricted a whimper between his teeth.
“Somepony’s still sensitive,” Big Macintosh teased. Caramel leaned his body back ever so slightly, and Mac got a good look at his dangling balls and end of his cock, which was now growing hard and pushing out past his belly. Mac licked it fast and without warning, and was rewarded with a loud cry of pleasure from his overly sensitive boyfriend.
“Y-You’re making it worse,” Caramel whined quietly, but began wiggling his hips slowly in order to stimulate his cock the best he could. The sight of Caramel now nearly made Mac’s mouth water. The way he was nearly on his back with his belly sticking up and jiggling every time his body jerked made Mac’s cock so hard that it began to press against the bottom boards of Caramel’s bed.
Mac rose, removing his hoof from between Caramel’s legs, and climbed both onto the bed before climbing onto Caramel. Caramel’s big, soft belly pushed against Mac’s abdomen and was now against his hardened cock. Mac kissed Caramel and grabbed him by the back of the head. He felt a moan escape his lips and fall into Caramel’s mouth when they shared tongues and Caramel pulled him closer as well. Mac felt his tail wag happily like a dog, and began to grind his body ever so slowly during the kiss so his cock would run along Caramel’s chubby body.
“Do you like it?” Caramel asked when their kiss broke. Mac smiled and grabbed the side of Caramel’s face. He nodded his head, and kissed at Caramel’s nose.
“Ah love ya, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh whispered.
“I love you too, Mac,” Caramel responded with a giggle.
Mac ran his tongue along Caramel’s neck. He felt the body of the smaller pony tense and loosen all in a matter of seconds. He wrapped his lower legs around Mac’s body and pulled himself tighter, quiet, lustful moans escaping his mouth when their cocks pressed together. Mac lowered his hoof and teased the head of Caramel’s own with the end of his hoof before sitting up and placing them together. From this angle, Caramel’s body made him lustfully blind. His belly was so big and jiggled if he pushed a little or poked it.
Mac crawled back a bit for room and then got down between Caramel’s already spread legs. He extended his tongue and placed it at the base of Caramel’s shaft. He drew it up the cock and to the head before placing the head in his mouth and trying to swallow as much as he could. He got down several inches before needing to bob up, and raised his hooves to continue groping and teasing his lover’s belly.
“Hehehe,” Caramel giggled, a bit more loosely this time. He didn’t seem to be resisting the mixture of pleasure and light torment any longer other than grabbing the blankets atop his bed and gripping them. He seemed to slowly but surely take pride in Mac’s new interest.
Mac let Caramel’s cock from his mouth and kissed the head. He had the desire to suckle more, but he knew that his own cock was straining Caramel’s covers the longer they waited.
“Can ya get on me, Sugar?” Mac asked, positioning himself slowly so that he was laying on his back. “Yer rump up here, Ah mean.”
“Hehehe, alright,” Caramel seemed a bit excited at this. The nerves he had shown before were fading, and fast. He crawled up onto Mac, and all of a sudden the workhorse was greeted by a pair of large, tan colored cheeks in his face. So close he could already feel the heat from Caramel’s body. His cock was against Mac’s chest, though his balls were still visible. He felt Caramel’s hooves touch at his cock, and Mac resisted a moan when a soft, wet tongue ran against his head.
He pressed his hooves to Caramel’s cheeks and pulled. Chubbier than before, yes, definitely, Mac thought. He pulled Caramel slightly so he didn’t have to lean forward and instead was buried in Caramel’s taint, his tongue running against Caramel’s body and feeling all of his new curves with glee. He ran his way along Caramel’s balls and then up to between his cheeks and against his lover’s sensitive hole. The way his newfound weight pressed to either side of Mac’s muzzle if he didn’t pull apart the cheeks with both hooves almost made Mac moan alone. His own cock dribbled precum, and Caramel licked it up greedily.
It was clear rimming Caramel was having an effect, for Caramel’s movements were growing slower. The way Mac ran his tongue against and over the hole made the smaller stallion whimper and freeze occasionally. His lower legs trembled as though they were made of jelly, and Mac felt his hot breath bounce back to hit him in the face. Caramel’s hole had always been one of the more sensitive parts of his body, and having it licked so lustfully as it was now made the poor stallion loose all control of his mind. Occasionally he would stop trying to please Mac’s cock and instead grip Mac’s body to begin panting loudly. He seemed caught between wanting to squirm away and force Mac’s tongue deeper, as his body often needed held down by Mac hugging it.
“M-Mac!” Caramel cried out. “A-Ahhhh!”
Mac felt where Caramel’s own cock was dribble helplessly with pre that he couldn’t contain. His chest would be sticky before he had even made his lover cum. The thought made Mac greedy, so he let his teeth graze ever so lightly against Caramel’s helpless hole.
“Mmmmm!” Caramel helplessly whined. He couldn’t stop moaning now, and even covering his mouth with his hooves to muffle the sounds didn’t stop him. Mac kept his face buried in the chubby cheeks and only when Caramel sounded like he might actually run out of breath he was panting so hard did Mac let up the slightest amount and go back to caressing the balls of his lover with his tongue.
“Ya wanna bottom t’day, Sugar?” Mac asked when he had finally gotten his fill of Caramel’s adorable moans and the sensation of his curves pressing to his face.
“Y-Yes,” Caramel sheepishly answered. His breath was coming fast, and Mac realized that he was sweating. His taint and cheeks were slightly damp, and warmer than before. “P-Please, Mac.”
“Ya got lube?” Mac asked.
“Y-Yeah, in my des- ah!”
Caramel tried to get up from Mac, but his legs were weak. He could do no more than roll off of Mac. His cock was visible, and fully hard. It seemed to be leaking still. His face was red not from embarrassment, but being overworked. The sight of him tired and horny and near begging for Mac’s cock in him made the workhorse resist a smile.
“Ah’ll get it,” Mac answered, and rolled off the bed. Though his own sensations were a bit dulled from effort, he was able to walk easier. He got the lube from Caramel’s desk and had already removed the cap when he turned around to see Caramel was stroking his cock slowly. Mac smiled and approached. He climbed back onto the bed and their lips met, Mac using his hooves to pour out some of the lube.
“Don’t cum cause Ah gotta touch yer hole again,” Mac teased.
“Shut up,” Caramel grumbled.
And to his credit, the stallion did manage to restrain his pleasure. While Caramel’s muscles did tighten and he did squirm, he no longer panted and whimpered and moaned at just the touch. Mac finished and began to lube up his own cock. Caramel got on his back and kept his legs spread. Their eyes met, and when Mac finished he grabbed both of Caramel’s lower legs and kept them like that.
“Ya think yer big enough to jiggle when Ah pound ya?” Mac asked, teasingly.
“Is that all you care about now?” Caramel giggled.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac responded.
Mac grabbed Caramel’s cheeks and pulled them apart. He pressed the tip of his head to Caramel’s hole, and Caramel’s giggling expression faded into one of force. Mac pushed slowly, and Caramel shut his eyes. When he was halfway in Caramel gasped, and Mac saw his belly jiggle. He felt the urge to grab it, but somehow seeing it move on its own seemed more arousing in the moment. He pushed in the rest of the way until his balls touched Caramel’s skin, and Caramel was panting loudly.
“Ya alright, Sugar?” Mac asked, and took one of Caramel’s hooves. “Tell me if ya need more lube, alright?”
“I-I’m good!” Caramel barked suddenly, a bit louder than he might have intended. “G-Geez…”
Mac moved out now, a bit faster this time. Caramel opened his mouth, and a quiet whimper came out that sounded like a moan of pleasure. Mac took Caramel’s cock and ran his hoof up and down the shaft. Caramel’s legs tightened, only making the pleasure on Mac’s cock more intense as he pushed in and out of his boyfriend. Just as he expected, an overwhelming, animalistic urge took over him.
Every time he pushed in Caramel’s belly jiggled. Caramel seemed torn between grabbing it to make it stop and letting it be shown to Mac, so Mac took the hoof in his own and pushed it down against the bed. He continued to stroke Caramel’s cock, squeezing the head and pumping it in sync with his own thrusting.
Mac leaned down and let their lips meet again. Electricity was in his body while he pushed deeper into Caramel. He began to grope the stallion’s belly, little moans escaping both of them between the thrusting. Caramel took his own cock and began to stroke it, letting Mac lick his neck and chest as his back arched and his own hips began to try and speed up Mac’s speed.
“M-Mac,” Caramel whimpered in a lustful kind of voice. His panting was fast, and ragged. His body was sweating and Mac saw his belly glistening in it. Big Macintosh felt his heart thud, and fast.
Mac pulled out, and took a moment to catch his breath. The two kissed, and Mac buried Caramel under him by holding him close and getting lost in that moment. Their tongues met, and their moans became intertwined. When the broke, Mac sat up and panted.
“Ah’m gonna get on my back now, alright?” Mac asked. Caramel nodded his head. As Mac did so, he saw his cock stick up in the air. Caramel climbed, albeit shakily, up to Mac’s body and adjusted his hole so that Mac’s cock would once again go in him.
“A-Ahh!” Caramel whined. Mac had to take both of his hooves when he was fully in, and saw Caramel sit on his chest in a reverse cowgirl position, his breath becoming faster. Mac couldn’t help but see his large, round belly in such an appealing light. When Caramel had to move up and down in order to stimulate the both of them it moved. Again the urge to grab it tickled his fancy.
Caramel removed one hoof from Mac’s own and grabbed his cock, pumping it in near sync with how he bounced on Mac’s own. Mac gave into desire and squeezed Caramel’s soft belly, perhaps overstimulating his lover by how he suddenly giggled. All of Caramel seemed irresistible in this moment, and this sight made Mac struggle not only open his mouth and pant, but also realize just how close he was to blowing his load.
Burning intensity rose in his cock and faded, and then repeated. He grabbed Caramel by the hips and forced him to go a bit faster, his body bouncing and cock doing the same. Mac bit his lip and closed his eyes.
“C-Cara, Ah’m…”
Mac felt the orgasm overtake him. He came inside of Caramel and felt his cock shoot out the sticky seed before it dribbled down out of him and stained his balls as well as between his legs.
“Mac, p-please,” Caramel responded, still letting Mac run his cock in and out of him as he pumped at his own cock.
Mac reached his hoof forward and took it from him, pumping at the same speed. Caramel arched his back and whimpered loudly, the last of Mac’s high from orgasm leaving his system just as Caramel’s body tightened and a stream of white liquid shot from his cock. The cum covered all of Mac’s chest and some of his face while Caramel covered his mouth to hold back just how loud his moan was.
Caramel pulled himself off of Big Macintosh’s cock and nearly collapsed onto his boyfriend. He was exhausted and now covered in both his seed and Mac’s own. Mac found his own breath too was fast, and he hugged Caramel close as the adrenaline from his high seemingly zapped all energy from his system.
“Yer really cute when yer chubby, Caramel,” Big Macintosh pressed his lips to Caramel’s forehead and felt himself smile.
There was a long silence where Caramel touched Mac’s chest and ran his hoof along the fur. He lifted his head just enough to kiss Mac’s neck and then giggled himself. Mac let his hoof run down between them and rest on Caramel’s belly. He gave it a light squeeze and Caramel in return yelped.
“A-Are you gonna keep doing that till I lose the weight?” Caramel asked, and placed his hoof on Mac’s own, but didn’t remove it.
“Aren’t ya gonna have a big belly forever?” Mac asked in a half-joking, playful sort of tone. “Ah’d like that.”
“And let you grab and tickle me till I die?” Caramel asked.
“Eeyup.” Mac responded.
Caramel rolled his eyes and then kissed Big Macintosh on the cheek. He giggled and then shook his head.
“You’re weird, Mac.”
