Mirror Worship or: How Caramel Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Himself
Caramel could feel his stomach grumble as he stepped into the frame of the mirror. Well, most of him stepped into frame. He had to take a few steps back, his rump pressing against his soft bed, before he could fully see his body in his small dresser mirror. Every inch and ounce of chub that lay on his body was on display for him.
A blush crossed his face. He was still unused to really ogling his pudgy body in the mirror in an effort to get over his body issues. He knew that his soft, plump body was cute and the other stallions, namely Big Macintosh, found him extremely adorable, but he just couldn’t see what they were seeing some of the time. Not that that would make him eat any less or exercise any more. He found living the chubby life much more enjoyable than his teenage skinny years. And what not fun years those were. He was happy he would never have to revisit.
Anyway, Caramel placed his hands onto his fat tummy, groaning softly as he felt the lovely amount of pudge that was available to play with. This, he’d found, was always the most fun bit of his daily ritual. Squishing his plentiful chub, he looked into the mirror to see a small smile on his face. He was getting used to appreciating his adorable body. This was good.
And now it was time for part two. He spent a small moment biting his lip before moving his hands to grip the bottom of his light gray shirt. With a tiny bit of hesitation, he pulled the shirt above his head, struggling a bit to get the tight collar past his chin. Throwing the cloth to the side, he finally got the full brunt of his belly.
The cream colored stomach pushed over his underwear, the lowest bit resting on his curiously large bulge. His belly button, a prominent feature on him, looked as if he could have fit a few fingers in with room to spare. All that thinking about that did was bring thoughts of having stallions over to use that hole however they pleased up to the forefront of his mind. In the mirror, Caramel could see his bulge give a large twitch, then start growing at a slow rate.
Whimpering softly, he trailed his hands across his expanse of belly, playing along the mass of brown hair that had grown in when he was still thin and muscular. What was once a symbol of masculinity was now something he could play with as he imagined all of the ways he would have liked most all of the stallions in Ponyville to rut him into his bed.
As he imagined the positions he would be forced into, whether in his room or outside, his bulge quickened its growth as it stole valuable space in his underwear from his thick thighs and pudgy, jiggly rear. And, instead of trying to quell his bulge or remove his underwear before it was too uncomfortable, Caramel’s hands moved upwards. They followed the thick trail of hair all the way up to his chest, leading to his fat moobs.
If there was any part of his upper body that was his favorite, it had to be his fat little man tits that he found almost impossible to keep his hands off of when doing something like this. Each hand gripped one of them, though a good amount of flesh spilled out that he could also fondle, and he let out a soft cry of pleasure. Caramel had no idea why they were so sensitive, but they most certainly were. Maybe it was due to the cute, southern hypnotist he found himself seeing so often.
It was absolutely due to the cute, southern hypnotist he found himself seeing so often.
Either way, now playing with his breasts filled him with an almost unrivaled pleasure. Almost.
As if to answer that, his fat bulge throbbed once again as it demanded to be released into the warm, musky air. Leaning back onto his bed slightly, Caramel felt that perhaps it was time to reveal the contents of his underwear to the world. Letting them know exactly what the mares and stallions would be missing due to his severe submissiveness.
It took a bit of effort and a good amount of hip wiggling, sending his gorgeous ass into a wobbling frenzy, but Caramel managed to get the poor, straining underwear down his thick thighs. Flopping out from the tight confines was his shockingly large cock, twelve inches long and still continuing to harden. This stallion could give Big Mac a run for his money. If he had a dominant bone in his body.
Below his hardening shaft lied a pair of grapefruit sized orbs that hung in a loose, hairy sack between his legs. He had to spread apart a bit in order to not squish the delicate things. Above was a thick bush of wiry brown hair that Caramel found fun to just run his hand through.
And then came Caramel’s favorite part of his disrobing. It took a second to work through the air, but Caramel caught a whiff of a heady, masculine musk emitting from his genitals. He both loved and hated the stench, thinking that it betrayed the idea that he didn't wash very often to anyone who could smell it. He tried his hardest to wash it out many times, but it always came back smelling better and better.
The musk presenting itself was the one thing Caramel needed in order for his shaft to go from chub, forgive the joke, to rock hard and throbbing as it dripped and dropped a river of precum onto the floor. Caramel couldn’t help but let out a small moan, panting softly as he let his oft unused organs breath for a little bit. He wrapped a hand around his shaft, his index finger and thumb only getting about half-way around the mass of flesh before there was no more length to give, but he knew that there was more to do before he could start to have fun.
He turned himself around, looking to the headboard of his large bed as he grinded his turgid member against the soft sheets, staining them pretty badly. Though it wasn’t as if he hadn’t just stained the sheets and his blankets that morning. And during his afternoon nap. And just a little later after that when he ‘just needed to take the edge off’.
Looking back, he watched as his hips moved back and forth slowly on their own. A grin found its way to his face, though stained with a blush, as he watched his booty bounce oh so gracefully as his foal-bearing hips bucked and jerked with pleasure. The cute stallion giggled softly, enjoying the view of his absolute favorite part of his body. It was just wobbling and jiggling more than a tub of jello in an earthquake, showing just how much of his rump was phat. And fat as well. Both. There was no muscle in that ass. Just pure chub.
Caramel couldn’t resist taking his free hand back and spanking his rear, sending his wide ass shaking even more so as the slight pain from the smack turned into waves upon waves of pleasure rolling through his body. He tried his best to bite back a moan before remembering that he was alone and able to make as much noise as he wanted.
Soon, his moans filled the room almost as much as the musk did. He kept on bucking his hips against his bed, his hand slowly stroking across the length of cock as best it could. Like almost always now, his self-assessment of his body and self-esteem had quickly taken a turn for the lewd. Not that it was a bad thing. The chubby stallion tended to get fairly pent up quickly as it was, so it only made sense that he’d find the need to do this now that he found a love of his body. Now all he needed was a stallion who loved his body more than he did. A strong, handsome stallion who could lift and play with his chubby body like it was nothing. A stallion would fuck the submissive little stallion silly.
Just the thought of that caused a large shot of precum to shoot from his tip, landing straight on his pillow. He let out a small groan, though it grew louder as the pleasure hit his brain, making his eyes roll back in his head. More moans and groans filled the room as Caramel felt his massively pent-up balls pulling up in preparation for his impending orgasm.
His breathing grew more and more erratic as his one of his hands stroked from the leaking, flared tip of his shaft, then down to the large bush of hair that encircled it. The other hand was behind him, playing at his large, sensitive rear that needed all of the attention it could get.
Despite all of the pleasure flooding him, his thick legs quickly began to ache due to the sheer uncomfortableness of the position he was in. Sighing softly, and not removing his hand from his dong, Caramel swiftly moved to the furthest part of the bed in order to rest his back on the headboard. His big rump was on his pillow, still covered in his fluids, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.
Bobbing in front of his face was his diamond hard member, just aching to be finished off. And yet the head of it, as flared as it was, still looked very succulent. He couldn’t seem to stop himself as he lapped at it with his tongue, enjoying the taste very muchly, then took it in his mouth as best he could while still stroking madly. He used both hands, both to quicken the process so as to not have an achy jaw for the rest of the day, but also because he couldn’t play with his fat rear like this. The real sacrifices you make in order to finish up.
It didn’t take too long for his fat, hair covered balls to finish their ascent to pressing against his crotch. The first shot of orgasm took Caramel by surprise, shooting straight down his throat like a hose with absolutely no warning beforehand. The head of his cock flared to the point that it was lodged in his mouth, causing discomfort that was only slightly weaned out by the pleasure radiating from his lower body.
The second shot fired almost instantly after the first, smaller only in intensity, as the amount that found itself in the fat stallion’s belly was the same as the first shot. Three and four lessened it up a bit, but by that point Caramel was already feeling a little bit breathless. He was still helpless to the pleasure, but would be satisfied after it was all said and done.
There were about ten more shots of gradually decreasing fluids, all of it going down to Caramel’s gradually expanding tummy, and the cutie stallion tried his best to keep up while also not gasping for air. Sadly asphyxiation was one of his many hidden kinks, which made this go on for longer than it would have otherwise.
Still, Caramel’s now empty balls spat out their last tiny shot of cum just as he was about to pass out. Were he not a magic horse, he would be looking at some sort of brain damage. The magic horse drank in air through his nose like it was Sweet Apple cider. Yes he had once drank cider through his nose. He was drunk.
He collapsed down onto his bed, his firmly swollen flare still lodged in his mouth, though it would probably deflate in a few minutes. During his after-fap nap. He looked over to the mirror, eyeing his body once again as it lounged on his bed.
He could see that his belly had pushed out a good few inches, and he hoped inwardly that all of the fat he’d get from that would go to his chest and ass. And belly. The squishy belly that had started this entire ordeal.
“I should get someone else next time.” He tiredly attempted to mumble past his flare. Shrugging, as he knew that he understood his words, he closed his eyes and started his quick nap.
At least he wasn’t hungry anymore.