"Mmmm..." Rainbow Dash moaned happily as she took a large bite from her double bacon cheeseburger, closing her eyes as she chewed slowly, savouring the flavour of grilled beef, salty bacon, and processed cheese. Just the sort of food to do the body good.
It's certainly done my body a lot of good, Dash thought to herself, grinning as she stretched out on her bed, gazing down upon her form.
Not too long ago, Rainbow Dash had been the picture of physical fitness, boasting a lithe, athletic frame with lean muscle, a clean-cut set of abs, and not a single spare scrap of fat on her body. Her physical fitness, combined with her natural gift for flying, had meant she was all but guaranteed to achieve her lifelong dream of joining the Wonderbolts, Equestria's most elite stunt flying team. And indeed, she had eventually achieved just that. After a rocky start, she had quickly made a name for herself as one of the more daring members of the team—she was always the one who was willing to go the extra mile to pull off a particularly tricky stunt with scant regard for whatever injuries she risked, earning the great admiration of the crowds and her squad mates. Any injuries she did pick up, be they a sprained wing or a bruised rib, were quickly shrugged off. Her nickname of "Rainbow Crash", once a mocking reference to her clumsiness and lack of foresight, had morphed into a testament to her ability to take a licking and keep on ticking.
Unfortunately, her luck couldn't last forever, and one day, she joined the leagues of athletes who suffered career-ending injuries. During a show in Seaddle, Rainbow had tried to perform an inverted flight, skimming the ground, followed by a double aileron roll as she pulled up again. However, that day was a particularly windy day, and as Rainbow had come up to meet the ground, a strong gust of wind had knocked her off-balance, with utterly catastrophic results. She lost her balance and crashed hard into the ground, bouncing across it for several feet before slamming into an advertising hoarding.
The good news was that she had survived. The bad news—the terrible, terrible news—was that the ligaments in her right wing had been damaged beyond repair. Although she could still fly at a slower pace, Rainbow Dash's competitive flying days were over.
Everypony on the team had been devastated, no more so than Rainbow herself. In the blink of an eye, her dreams had come crashing down around her. She doubted she'd have made it through in one piece, if it hadn't been for the support of a certain somepony; her former flying partner, Soarin.
All of the Wonderbolts had offered their support and condolences, of course, but Soarin had always seemed to go the extra mile. He always stayed with her a little longer, simply being there for her to talk to. He had been the one to hold her as she cried for her destroyed career. He had been the one to offer her the most moral support. And in the end... he had been the one Rainbow had come to develop feelings for.
One thing had led to another, and before long, they had officially come out as a couple, with Rainbow moving in with Soarin not long after. It had been around that same time that Rainbow had really come to develop an affinity for eating. In the days and weeks after her injury, Rainbow had turned to food to try and ease the grief in her heart, spending many an evening self-medicating with chocolate chip ice cream on her couch. Soarin had also brought over some of her favourite snacks during his visits in an attempt to cheer her up. By the time she'd moved in with him, she'd already developed quite a spare tyre, her belly forming a soft muffin top that bulged over the top of her jeans. She was planning to work it off, but Soarin had other plans.
Soarin had begun to feed into her competitive instinct when it came to eating. He'd hand her a tray full of doughnuts, saying, "Bet you can't eat all these." To which Rainbow would reply, "Oh yeah? Just watch!" Which would then lead to Rainbow groaning on the couch, her belly straining against her shirt and her lips covered with doughnut crumbs. And so the pounds had continued to pile on, and Rainbow's attitude towards losing the weight had changed, going from determination to indifference... and finally, to endorsement. She decided that after the trauma she had endured, the least she deserved was to be fat and happy, and Soarin was more than happy to reciprocate. He fed her the biggest, heartiest meals she could, and soon Rainbow was going through pants at a rate of one pair every two months... then every month.
And now, the lithe, athletic Rainbow Dash was gone, replaced by a huge, blubbery mammoth of a mare. Where her slim, six-pack stomach had once been, there was now an utterly titanic belly, forming a great soft paunch that hung down far enough to cover her crotch even when she stood up on her big tree-trunk legs. A cavernous belly button rested just beneath a fold that divided her belly in two, like two massive, flabby burger buns. Her rear end could have swallowed up a full-grown stallion's head on its own, if it were so inclined, each of her enormous ass cheeks wobbling at the slightest provocation, with dimples and pits of cellulite at their bottoms. Her once modest B-cup breasts had swollen up into a luscious, flabby pair of F-cup knockers, resting comfortably atop her gut like a pair of deflated parachutes. Her face was almost perfectly spherical, owing both to her fat cheeks and the fact that said cheeks were often crammed full of food.
Dash murmured contentedly to herself as the grease from the bacon and beef lined the roof and walls of her mouth, before reaching down and giving her belly a hearty slap, setting it off wobbling like so much blue pudding, ripples flowing through her flab for a good four or five seconds. She giggled and curled her toes in pleasure as she relished the sensation of her fat wobbling and sliding, a constant reminder of how wonderfully lazy and gluttonous she'd gotten.
"You're coming along nicely, Dash," she told herself. Even her voice had grown heavier, her tone noticeably deeper and huskier than the high-pitched voice she had once possessed. "Ain't nopony who has a belly that can beat this in all of Equestria."
She busied herself with licking sauce from between her fingers, as she used the other hand to more or less shove the rest of the burger into her fat chops. With a few great big bites, it was gone. A deep, rolling belch rose up from her gullet, expelling itself with enough power to blow a couple of strands of mane out of her eyes. Smacking her lips appreciatively, she wriggled down into the pillows of her bed, her adipose once again jiggling from the movement. She closed her eyes and yawned, preparing to settle down for a good old after-meal nap.
She was just about to drift off to sleep when her eyes shot open as she registered the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by footfalls coming towards the bedroom. Dash grinned eagerly. That could only mean that the love of her life (and her stomach) was home. Sure enough, the stallion himself soon came through the bedroom door, giving her a wide smile as he did so.
If Rainbow Dash was the picture of laziness and gluttony, then Soarin was the picture of physical health and well-being. His body was stocky and muscular, his bulk belying his agility and grace in flight. His well-toned pecs and arm muscles were currently straining slightly against a white T-shirt, stained a slight shade of grey from sweat. Dash enjoyed checking Soarin's figure out, to be sure, but at that moment, she was far more interested in the brown paper bag he held in his hand.
"Hey there, sweetheart," he said, heading over to her. "Stuffing those fat chops as usual, eh?" He set the bag down on the bedside table, before bending over and giving Dash a kiss on her plump lips, taking the opportunity to give one of her rolls a good squeeze as he did so.
Dash smirked, reaching up and caressing Soarin's cheek with a pudgy hand, her sausage-thick fingers trailing down his cheek. "Well, duh. You didn't think I'd just let myself waste away, would you?"
"Oh, I'd never stand for that," Soarin chuckled, shaking his head. "I know you're a hungry mare, Dash. That's why I brought home a snack for you." He gestured to the bag, grease beginning to soak through the brown paper.
Dash sniffed the air, her nostrils twitching. "Ooh, is that...?"
"Fried chicken?" Soarin finished. "Why, yes it is. I figured you could do with something nice and filling—can't have you going hungry, after all."
Dash snickered. "Oh no. This guy..." She gave her colossal tummy a pat. "...would never put up with that."
"Me neither." Soarin took the bags and set them down next to Dash's plump arm. "Now get eating, girl."
Dash did not need a second invitation. She eagerly ripped open the bag and withdrew a steaming, greasy chicken wing. Licking her lips, she brought it to her mouth and took a bite.
"Mm, yeah," she sighed, as the tantalising flavour of fried, salty chicken danced across her pallet. As she chewed, she could practically feel the calories going to her belly and ass, ready to plump her up even larger than she was now. How long would it be, she wondered, before she couldn't get out of bed? Before she smothered the bed entirely, even?
As Dash continued to munch on and savour chicken wings, Soarin took the opportunity to clamber up onto what little space there was on one side of the bed. He used one hand to cup one of Dash's tits a squeeze, relishing the feeling of her soft fat squishing between his fingers. The other ventured down her gut, where a couple of fingers slipped inside her deep, cavernous navel, probing around the warm, fleshy interior.
Dash let out a small "eep!" as Soarin's thumb brushed against one of her puffy nipples. She smiled. "Enjoying yourself there, Soarin?" she asked through a mouthful of chicken.
"Can't help it," Soarin sighed, closing his eyes as he squeezed one of Dash's ample love handles. "Sweet Celestia, you're sexy."
"And I know it," Dash replied, smirking. "Not that it stopped those jerks yesterday telling me I was pulling the moon out of its orbit."
"Pure jealousy, I'll bet," Soarin said, before laughing. "And besides, they shut up pretty quick when I pulled you in for a kiss, didn't they?"
"Yeah!" Dash laughed alongside him. "So much for being 'a disgusting land whale who'll never find a stallion'. Mind you, there's no denying that I am a land whale." She paused as she greedily stuffed her face with another fistful of chicken.
"And that's a bad thing?" Soarin nuzzled up against her more closely.
"You kidding?" Dash smiled. "Sure, my Wonderbolt career might be dead and buried, but that doesn't mean I can't compete anymore... just a quick leap from flying wings to chicken wings." She chuckled, her fat wobbling with her mirth.
"That's my Dash," Soarin grinned, gently rubbing her porky shoulder. "You know, I've really enjoyed watching you creep up in weight over time. Remember when you first tore through a pair of pants?"
"Oh yeah," Dash giggled. "I was bending over to pick something up, and there was just this big rip, then I felt a draft shooting up my butt. I swear, I thought I was gonna die there and then... but then you actually grabbed hold of me. And that's when I saw the massive bulge in your jeans."
"And that's when you found out I was a chubby chaser," Soarin finished.
"Yep," Dash nodded, brushing Soarin's mane with her plump fingers. "Of course, I passed 'chubby' quite a long time ago thanks to you." She suppressed a belch. "And loved every moment of it, I might add."
"Likewise," Soarin grinned, cuddling up closer to Dash, relishing just how damn warm and soft she was—like a giant, living teddy bear. He idly probed between two of her rolls with his fingertips, listening to her smack her lips as she finished off the bag of chicken. At times like this, he really felt like he could just stay curled up by her side forever, fondling every crease, fold and roll of her magnificent body.
Licking her lips to pick up any stray drops of grease, Dash suddenly became aware of something hard poking her in the side. Confused at first, she soon broke into a wide grin as she realised just what it was.
"Feels like somepony is getting exci-ted," she said in a sing-song tone, giving her coltfriend a sultry look, half-lidding her eyes and wiggling her eyebrows.
"Hey, I can't exactly help it," Soarin grinned, blushing slightly. "You know how you turn me on like nothing else, Dash."
"Maybe you can't help it," Dash said in a low tone. "But I think I can. I'm still kinda hungry, after all..."
Soarin knew what that meant. "Oh, is that so?" he replied, lowering his own voice to match hers.
Dash nodded. Groaning, she swung her fat legs out, her entire body sloshing in one direction from the movement, carrying enough momentum to almost send her sprawling on the floor. With a grunt of exertion, she hefted herself onto her feet, giving Soarin a fantastic view of her gargantuan rear end and rolls of back fat.
"Scoot over to the edge of the bed," she ordered. Soarin obliged, and she knelt down in front of him, her gut pressing up against his legs as she savoured the sight of his bulging package. She reached out and deftly undid the fly on Soarin's jeans, allowing his cock to pop free of its confines.
Soarin wasn't as large as a lot of stallions would like to be, but he didn't have anything to be ashamed of, either. His jet-black member stood at a good nine inches when fully erect, the tip quivering slightly as it got ready to shoot its load in the near future. Dash gently cupped his nuts as she gave his shaft a lick, causing it to twitch as Soarin clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.
"C'mon, Dash, don't tease me like that," he groaned. "Just get on with it."
Dash smirked. "As you wish, O Horny One," she said, before opening her mouth and wrapping the tip of Soarin's cock in her lips. She began sucking, gently at first, then harder as she moved further and further up, until five of those nine inches were within the confines of her mouth. Already, she could feel a salty dribble of pre begin to leak from the tip of his cock, as it continued to twitch and Soarin continued to moan above her.
"Oh, yes," he grunted, biting his lip as his cheeks flushed from arousal. "That's it, don't stop..."
Dash had no intention of stopping. Her tongue continued to run up and down Soarin's shaft as she continued to suck, savouring the deep, musky flavour of his cock. If she had to compare it to anything, she'd say it tasted like flame-grilled burgers. She hadn't told Soarin that, though. Somehow, she doubted he'd take it as a compliment.
"Dash," Soarin moaned. "I'm... I'm close..."
Dash moaned in return. "Go ahead," she mumbled. "I'm ready for you." She gave one last hard suck, willing the tide forth.
With a gasp from Soarin, a thick stream of cum shot from his cock, flowing right down Dash's throat, giving her barely enough time to register the salty taste before it vanished down her gullet. Taking care not to spill any, Dash made sure to lap up any drops she missed, before letting Soarin's softening member go with a soft plap as she opened her mouth.
"Rainbow do good?" she asked playfully.
Soarin smiled, reaching out and stroking the back of her head. "Rainbow do great."
"Good," Dash said, heaving herself to her feet. "Because that chicken barely filled a hole in me. What do you say we head out for waffles?"
Soarin laughed. "Whatever you say, Dash."
END