I paced nervously at Ponyville’s train station, walking back and forth between two benches with my arms folded behind my back. I was sweating slightly, but I couldn’t tell if it was the anxiety, the exercise on my cute and chubby body, the hot summer weather, or a mixture of the three.
I was anxious because I was waiting for someone. A cute someone who I hadn’t seen in three years. The last time I saw him, the cute, lithe stallion was crying as he left for his home in Trottingham and leaving his recently ex-boyfriend, me, behind.
Admittedly, I was crying too after we broke up on the spot, and I was told my best friend ever was going to be leaving that day. It was a rough couple of weeks after.
And now, suddenly as he’d left, he was returning to Ponyville. The cute, dappled Trottingham stallion had probably grown in years past, so would I even recognize him? Would he be the same huggably adorable, infuriatingly shy stallion I new and still kinda loved a lot?
I wouldn’t know, as the train was late. It was only a few minutes, but the tension made it feel like hours of pacing loudly, growing the ire of the ponies around me. Thankfully, they didn’t have to wait long for me to stop.
The train rolled in moments later, making me wipe off the sweat from my brown furred forehead, then I fanned myself with my gray t-shirt.
But the sweat returned once the ponies on the train departed and I noticed the pony I was looking for wasn’t spotted. Now, he was pretty tiny so I probably missed him, but that grew less likely the more I searched and walked closer to the train.
And then I saw him.
Well, more specifically I saw his gut. A big, wobbly pile of fat just barely wrapped in a tight white shirt, the logo distorted beyond belief. Then the stallion descended the stairs, huffing loudly and holding onto the railing for dear life.
As the brown and white dappled stallion came down the stairs, his body jiggled immensely, belly quaking and his large ass shaking wildly in his black sweat pants. It was a very strange, yet appealing sight for me, especially considering who it was.
My best friend, pen-pal, blood brother, ex-boyfriend, and former lover waddled up to me, grinning wildly from the moment he spotted me. And him approaching only meant I got to personally see just how large he’d gotten.
When he saw how shocked I was, he grinned even wider, lifting a meaty arm to scratch the back of his head. In doing this, he revealed the very bottom of his immense belly where I could see a trail of fine brown hair growing.
“Heya Ember,” the large stud said, his deep and accented voice rolling against my ears in just the right way, “I’m, uh, kinda glad you got my letter. Was hoping you’d be here to greet me when I came back.” There was a slight moment of hesitation before he gave up with words and just opened his arms, a shy smile on his face as he invited me in for a hug.
And you’re a Celestia damned fool if you think I didn’t hug that squishy stallion.
He was really warm, just a bit sweaty, and extremely difficult to wrap my arms around the entire way. I had a bit of difficulty even getting half way, but it was soft enough that I didn’t even mind.
Hopefully he didn’t mind that I nuzzled against his swollen pecs, sort of resting my muzzle between his large breasts. And I may have started crying just a bit. He smelled exactly like I remembered.
“Welcome back, Pipsqueak.” I told him, muffled by his fat moobs and causing them to vibrate just a bit.
Pip had to stifle a chuckle, wrapping his big, meaty arms around me with room to spare. “What a warm welcome.” He grumbled merrily.
But, like most great and meaningful hugs, the two of us we're forced to part soon after.
I took a step back, grinning from ear to ear as I stared at my big, beefy buddy. I had no doubts that this was still the sweet colt from my youth. He was just in a bigger form. A much bigger form.
As if Pip knew I was thinking it, he pat his belly, sending it into a heavy amount of jiggling. And I had to fight against biting my lip.
“So, let’s hear it.” He told me while he rubbed his swollen stomach. “I’m fuckin’ fat now, so hit me with your best shot. And be original.”
After recovering from that very lovely sight, I found myself with a heavy blush. But I hadn’t embarrassed myself enough. It was only 7 at night and I could do better.
“I like it.” I told him bashfully, crossing my arms behind my back and kicking my foot as I blushed even harder than I thought was possible.
He raised an eyebrow, a wry smile forming on his face. “Well, you’ve got originality down, but,” and he made a point to look me over thoroughly, from my big blush to my uncomfortably tight jeans, “Doesn’t seem like it was much of a joke.”
I was embarrassed definitely, but thankfully the mood was changed by a loud rumbling being emitted from the big guy’s gut.
He took it in stride, as it was probably second nature to him, and chuckled. “Well, I’m pretty hungry. Didn’t wanna hit the food car on the train ‘cause I’da probably eaten it all. So, how’s about some dinner?” He looked at me hopefully with those bright brown eyes.
I couldn’t help but giggle as well, nodding along with his suggestion. “Sure, I think I know a place that’ll work.” I gave my own wry grin, feeling as if I was finally on top.
But Pipsqueak just stretched lazily, yet again showing off the bottom of his tum and even his belly button, and let out a loud yawn. “Alright let’s go then.” His stomach growled loudly again, making him pat it. “I’m a li’l too hungry, so…”
I nodded again, laughing at his belly’s insistence. “Alright alright, let’s head off.” With that, I slowly started walking away from the station, slow enough for the fat bastard to tail me.
He waddled along behind and I carefully looked back to stare at his jigglyness. Oh, my heart melted.
Needless to say, I brought Pipsqueak to a buffet. Just the best for my big boy.
But, before describing that, I’d like to take a moment to talk about the walk over.
Ponies stared, of course, as Pipsqueak had gone from the size of half an adult pony to two or three of them. Maybe more.
I had to be told about the public reaction by Pipsqueak later, however. For one very large reason.
Pip’s ass. The second I lagged slightly behind him, I was hypnotized by the way those fat cheeks wobbled and shook in his tightly stretched sweat pants, At one point I thought that his cheeks might have even slipped out of ‘em. They didn’t, of course, because if they did I would have collapsed with a mixture of a heart attack and an orgasm, surely killing me.
Anyway, we made our way to the buffet and, after getting somewhat frightened looks from the staff, began eating.
And by that I mean I fixed myself a plate and watched the husky stud before me devour more than I could dream of eating, his belly pushing out from the sheer volume to the point that he was forced to scoot his chair back a few inches so that the table wasn’t digging into his stuffed belly.
By the end of his feeding, an hour of fun later, that moving didn’t even matter, as his belly pressed into the table anyway.
“Oh dear Celestia,” Pip groaned, rubbing his swollen stomach as it churned and groaned along with him, “I think I’m ~URP~ f-full.” He smiled just a bit at his belch.
I couldn’t help but giggle a bit as well. “You think?” I asked with a huge grin. Gesturing to his belly with both hands, I snarked. “I mean, you’re, like, an extra third than when we came in!”
Pip groaned again, rolling his eyes and leaning back. “Heh, yeah. Definitely over~URP~-” after the loud belch, the stallion shook his head and took a second to collect himself. “Definitely overdid it. I don’t even know how I’m gonna get home.” He leaned back even further in his chair, sighing lightly.
“Well, I could help walk you.” I suggested with a much too eager grin. I immediately regretted it.
Pip obviously didn’t, however, as he was giggling like a madman at my eagerness. Without saying another word, though there were a few belches to be spared, he scooted his chair as far back as it could go and wiggled out of his seat. By the time he was up, he was sweating profusely.
I stood up quickly, throwing down an insane amount of bits on the table for the poor waiter who had to deal with an eating Pipsqueak.
The stuffed stallion waved me over and, when I came closer, wrapped a thick arm around me, resting just a bit of his immense weight on me. But I could handle it. He was only almost three times my 250 pound frame.
Not to speak poorly of my lovely bat boyfriend, Aubade, but he had nothing on the ton (nearly at least) of stallion Pipsqueak was. I still love my bat though.
I kind of lost myself during the walk, not paying attention around me. I could tell Pip was talking because of the vibrations I felt around me, but I was focused completely on his pleasant warmth and, uh, his smell.
He was sweating up a storm and I was under his arm, so his intense musk was throwing me for a loop. I barely even noticed when we came upon his home. I only realized when he removed his arm from around me, separating me slightly from the smell, and sticking his hand in his pocket to dig out a key.
“Y’know, haven’t even seen the insides o’this place yet. Just got it ‘cause, you know, home.” He grinned, then finally unlocked the door.
He managed, with a bit of trouble, to squeeze through the door, though he grumbled a comment about how he needed to get them widened when he had the chance. Such is life for a tall and fat stud.
I followed behind with little trouble aside from the still enticing, wobbling mass ahead of me. I did, however, notice the things around me this time.
Obviously his home was very basic, just the normal bits of furnishings that didn’t look like they had any chance of holding Pipsqueak for a second, lest his ass eat them or belly smash. When he started to waddle down a hallway, I had a fear for him along with toilets, showers, and beds everywhere.
Down the end of the hallway, Pip opened the last door, huffing and grumbling as he fit his fat gut past the thin doorway. After moments, he slid past and hobbled to what I assumed was his bed, eagerly tossing himself onto it.
I cringed, expecting a loud crash and an injured fatty to cart to the hospital somehow. However neither of them occurred. So, I ran in to check on him.
Pip was just lounging on his bed, grinning softly as he gave his belly, even while stuffed still spilling over his sides and then some. He had one thick hand pressing against it, rubbing gingerly around it and sighing softly. It seemed very enticing and distracting to him. Enough so that I nearly left the room, leaving him to his stomach loving.
And yet, he looked up at me after a few more seconds of gentle caress. He grinned as he saw my eyes twitching between his face and his gut.
“What, wanna give it a rub yourself?”
I nearly jumped at the chance, but thought better of it. Instead, I slowly entered the room, nervously scratching the back of my neck. “Well, uh, is that a serious offer or…?”
He seriously considered the question, then shrugged. “It’s ~urp~ whatever ya make of it, honestly.” As if to entice me, he laid both hands on his stomach and just rubbed.
I couldn’t handle it any longer. I jumped on that bed and wrapped my arms around that belly, rubbing every bit of it that I could reach.
Thankfully, the belly’d owner didn’t seem to mind, moaning gently as his white cheeks lit up with a blush. “Hey now, what about your boyfriend?” He asked as if he hadn't just teased me into doing it. And I said as much, but it was muffled heavily by shirt and fat, making the stud giggle a bit.
Then I decided to answer his question, raising my head slightly and resting my chin on him. “Well, Aubade and I talked, and he told me I’ll allowed to, uh, do things if things spark again.” I smiled lightly, tilting my head. “Well, so long as you want to.” I told him, then looked away, lowering my voice, “And if you’re okay with a threesome too. He offered.”
Pipsqueak swallowed hard, letting out a few tiny burps as he thought about it. Probably my fault, as I continued to rub and nuzzle. For a few seconds of silence, the fear of being turned down and making a fool out of myself grew. And it just kept growing and growing until:
“Help me get off my shirt.”
I blinked, wondering if I’d just misheard him or he was honestly asking me to reveal his taut belly to the world. I waited for him to start laughing and shove me off, but instead he just looked at me expectantly with a cautious grin.
So, I got to work. I rolled off of him and, after sitting himself up and raising his fat arms, got to taking that sweaty shirt off. It took some wiggling and a fair bit of poking and prodding at what lay beneath the shirt, though that wasn’t strictly necessary. And, while I did pull him free of clothing, I made a point to not look down to see what I was freeing. I wanted it to be special.
So once I was done, I discarded the shirt by throwing it to the floor without much care.
And then I looked down.
My eyes immediately went to the light brown, heart shaped splotch on his chest. Well, it used to be heart shaped when he was but a tiny little twink, but now was distorted by his fat manbreasts. His entire chest was dusted with dark brown hair that trailed down his torso, leading to his sweatpants and the package they tightly contained. This enticed me, and made me want to rub my hands across his fat and down the trail.
But that was too forward, so I just forced him down gently and rubbed my hands on his tits, squishing the stallion and nuzzling his neck. I loved up on him, which was very easy as there was much of him to love.
He chuckled at the attention, wiggling and jiggling his now free to play with fat. Still, he pushed me off with a wide grin. “Oh c’mon, you aren’t done yet.” Leaning towards me ever so slightly, he kissed my forehead. “Let’s go for pants too.”
I groaned, imagining how lovely he’d look in the nude. That got me hot and bothered, forcing a bright blush onto my face as I slid down Pip’s hot stomach, rubbing against the fat and hairy belly as I went.
Once between his thick thighs, I was eye to crotch with him. But, before I got to take care of my urge to nuzzle, I had to complete my job. He lifted his heavy legs, and I pulled those sweatpants off of him like my life depended on it. It proved to be much easier than his shirt, coming off without much difficulty, but then I was in sight of my next challenge.
His boxers stretched and strained around his fat ass and bulging package, the blue fabric threatening to tear whenever he moved or that bulge twitched with need. I leaned in to remove them as well, but Pip groaned softly, grumbling under his breath.
“C’mon back up,” he told me, his voice tired but full of love, “I don’t wanna rush this, you know?”
I followed his order like a good boy and went back to cuddling and hugging his belly, gazing lovingly into his eyes. I couldn’t help but return to playing with his tits again, thumbing and stroking the fat nipples that we're soft to the touch, even when hard. The areola were about the size of a bit, maybe even wider, and the nipple was exactly what you’d expect from one that size. Fun to rub between my fingers, especially when tipped off to how sensitive they we're.
Pip gazed lovingly as well, groaning out into the air and grinding his hips forwards against his cute undies. In what I assume was basic instinct, he planted his hands on my rump and squished gently.
So I kept at it for a few more moments, turning my stud on in hopes that he’d get fucky with me, laying that fat belly on my back and having at it.
Instead, Pip gently grabbed my hands with his own, moving them from his diamond hard nipples to his belly. Still letting me rub, but on something slightly (very slightly) less arousing.
“Let’s not.” He told me quietly, pausing to let out a belch into his hand. “I’m too tired to rut you, so could we just, y’know, cuddle?” He smiled blearily at me, beckoning me to sleep with him, in the totally non-lewd sense, with a backrub.
And I couldn’t say no to that, no matter how much I wanted his dick. I was fine with snuggling too.
So, I nuzzled his fat gut, rubbing softly and planting soft, upward bound kisses along the taut, sweaty surface until I was face to face with a smiling Pipsqueak.
We kissed. Gently at first, but he was very overpowering when he got passionate. Especially for someone who didn’t want to fuck me. Gripping my head, he leaned forwards and just turned a cute kiss between former lovers into an “I’m gonna fuck you at some point” kiss.
We pulled back and I was panting, grinding my hips against Pipsqueak’s belly needily. I couldn’t fight the urge to rip off my clothing, but I managed to stop at my tightly strained underwear. So, Pip could see my cute, chubby body. Compared to him I looked thin, but I was fine with that. I was content to just lay my head down on his tum.
“I’m glad you’re home, Pip.” I told him lovingly as he stroked his fat fingers through my bright green mane.
“Now that’s a warm welcome.” He commented, still rubbing my back with the other hand to relax me as he closed his eyes.
There wasn’t much talking after that. Just steady breathing, warm cuddles and snuggles, the musky scent that drove me crazy, and the sound of Pip’s belly churning through his dinner.
It doesn’t sound calming or like something you’d want to be lulled to a rest by, but the sound of digestion was oddly comforting. With my head pressed into his soft chest, I didn’t mind the smell either.
So, I fell asleep on Pipsqueak’s torso, using his belly as a bed, his chest as my pillows, and his thick arms as a warm blanket.
My final thought as I closed my warm blue eyes was: “I should ask Aubade about more than a threesome. Pipples too.”
