Blossomforth whistled happily to herself as she placed her books in her locker, the tumult and activity of her fellow students surrounding her. It was the end of the day on Friday at Ponyville High School, with all the joy and enthusiasm that brought out. Everypony was already making their plans for the weekend and for the remainder of that day. Blossomforth herself had already arranged her plans for the evening... and they were plans that she was sure would prove to be very entertaining indeed.
Catching herself in the mirror on the inside of her locker door, she paused to adjust her breasts inside her crop top. She'd always been far more well-endowed in that department than her peers, and was now the owner of a decidedly perky pair of DD-cup knockers. Well, she said they were double-Ds, but she'd given up on finding bras that fit her a long time ago. This, of course, meant that her round, jiggling chest attracted the open stares of many a colt. Especially one colt in particular...
Grinning, she pulled her top down slightly, ensuring that she showed a generous portion of cleavage. That done, she gathered up her things, slung her backpack over her shoulder, slammed the locker shut, and joined the chattering crowds heading for the exit.
And there he was, standing by the gates—a grey-furred colt named Rock Crawler, the love of her young life. When Blossomforth had first met Rock Crawler, he had been your typical athletic high school colt, with strong muscles, well-defined abs, and cheekbones you could grate cheese on. He'd acted athletic, too—he could run eight miles without breaking a sweat, pump weights with impressive ease, and perform all manner of other feats of physical prowess. In other words, Rock Crawler was the picture-perfect high school jock, with a strong, fit physique and the aptitude to show for it.
And Blossomforth had wasted no time in correcting that once they hooked up.
Blossomforth liked her stallions big, sure, but she liked them big in a very different way. She had a passion for big bellies, full moobs, thick love handles and soft rolls of fat—a stallion she could cuddle. And what was more, she had a particular aptitude for fattening colts up. Heck, she'd had it since at least the age of ten, when she turned her neighbour Cirrus Sweep into a big, bloated butterball with her own cooking.
All it had taken was inviting Rock over to her place, getting up nice and cosy with him, telling him how sweet he was and how much she loved him, and wouldn't he like to try some cookies she'd made? From the moment he'd eaten one of those, he'd been hooked. All Blossomforth had to do after that was keep on feeding him, watching with utter glee as he grew larger and larger. As those muscles turned to fat, as that belly grew, as he was forced to go up in pants sizes again and again...
Now, Blossomforth's work was all too evident on Rock Crawler's frame. Where once there had been trim, toned abs, there was now an enormous, sagging gut, with creases of fat forming where it hung over his pants. Strong pecs had morphed into sagging, flabby moobs. Tight glutes had become a wide, flabby caboose. Strong leg muscles had become lard-filled thunder thighs and cankles. Under Blossomforth's guidance, Rock Crawler had become a glorious, 300 plus-pound blubbery behemoth of a boy. She took care to drink in the sight of him as she approached him, wrapping her slender arms around him from behind.
"Hey, Rock!" she said brightly, giving his stomach a squeeze with both hands from behind.
Rock started slightly, causing his flesh to wobble just a bit, before turning his head on his now-invisible neck to see his marefriend standing behind him. "Hey, Blossom," he smiled.
"Were you waiting long?" Blossomforth asked.
"Nah," he assured her, shrugging her off as he turned to face her. "And even if I was, a girl like you is more than worth waiting for."
"Aw, Rock..." she giggled, nuzzling into his thick neck, her bouncy boobs pressing against the top of his equally bouncy belly. "You know just how to butter a girl up."
"Only 'cause I've got a girl worth buttering up," he replied, kissing her on the cheek.
"Well, I'll be sure to make something extra special for you, in that case," she grinned. "I can't have my big boy starving to death, can I?"
Rock's mouth began to water at the prospect of getting to enjoy even more of Blossomforth's amazing cooking. "Ah... n-no, no we can't."
"Lucky for you," she whispered into his ear, cupping one of his moobs with a hand, "I've got everything ready and waiting back at my place. All you have to do is walk me there, big guy."
In response to that, Rock's stomach gurgled loudly enough to catch the attention of some passing students. Snickering and remarks along the lines of "fatass" and "tubs" were heard as Rock blushed.
"Well, somepony sounds eager to get started!" Blossomforth giggled, giving his belly a rub. "Shall we?"
Rock swallowed, giving her a smile in return. "We absolutely shall," he replied.
Blossomforth nodded. "Then lead the way, big guy."
Normally, Blossomforth's house would have only been a ten-minute walk from the school, but with Rock's hefty bulk slowing him down, the walk took closer to fifteen for the pair of them. Not that Blossomforth minded. On the contrary, she loved the reminder of how out of shape her coltfriend was, from his waddling gait to his laboured breaths. It was wonderful to behold. It made her want to just stuff him even bigger and fatter...
She shook her head to clear her thoughts as they arrived at her house. "Well, here we are," she said, leading Rock up the front path. "My parents won't be home for a while, so we've got plenty of time on our own together."
"Sweet," Rock nodded, watching as Blossomforth unlocked the front door and headed in, before squeezing through the door himself with some difficulty. His side fat bulged against the frame as he moved through, eventually slipping inside with a grunt. Once she was inside, Blossomforth wasted no time in casting her schoolbag, sneakers and socks aside.
"Alright!" she said cheerfully. "School's officially out for the weekend! Whaddaya say we celebrate with food?"
"You always suggest we celebrate with food, Blossomforth," Rock pointed out as she led him into the living room.
"Yeah, because I know you can never say no to my food," she replied, giggling as she set him down on the couch, which creaked and moaned in protest underneath his bulk. She bent down, giving him a nice view of her cleavage. "Am I right or am I wrong?"
"Heh, guilty," Rock admitted, as she tickled him beneath his second chin. "So, what have you got for me?"
"Just you wait and see," Blossomforth told him. "I'll bring it right out."
Kissing him on the cheek, Blossomforth got back up and headed out into the kitchen. While he waited, Rock made himself comfortable by swinging his meaty legs up onto the couch, propping his feet on the armrest and using a couple of cushions as pillows to support himself. Doing this allowed him an even better view of his big belly—a belly which Blossomforth had helped grow with as much love and attention as if they had been the sort of flowers which adorned her flank. From the moment he'd met her and tried her food, he'd known that his figure was doomed. But honestly? He didn't care. Being with Blossomforth—being fed by her, cuddling up with her, feeling her slender fingers trace along his ample reserves of fat—made it all worth it. And he had to admit, being fat was plenty of fun with her around...
"Alright, Rock! Here it is!"
Rock turned his head to the living room door... and gasped. Blossomforth was standing there, a huge grin on her face. In her arms was the mother of all chocolate cakes. It was about the size of a tractor tyre, at a conservative estimate, and positively groaning with chocolate icing and filling.
"What do you think?" she asked. "I baked it yesterday evening."
Rock blinked. "I think that looks like paradise in cake form, that's what I think."
"Oh, you charmer, you," Blossomforth cooed, setting the cake platter down on his stomach before kneeling next to him. Placing one hand on his shoulder, she used the other to scoop up a generous handful of cake and move it to his mouth. Rock was all too happy to open his mouth and let her shove it in. He chewed slowly, with closed eyes, as he savoured the sweet sensation on his pallet. Oh man, it tasted just as good as it looked—rich, sweet and creamy, no less than what he'd expect from a master of cooking and baking like Blossomforth was. Not for the first time, he considered what a miracle it was that she hadn't ballooned in weight herself with how good her cooking was.
"Well?" Blossomforth asked.
Rock swallowed, smiling at her. "Incredible, as always."
"Good," she replied, grinning as she shoved another handful into his mouth. "Then you'll have no trouble eating the rest!"
Rock chuckled at that. Blossomforth's feeder side really was contagious to be around. He could easily believe her story of fattening a neighbourhood colt up at the age of ten. He happily allowed her to keep feeding him more of that delectable chocolaty goodness, occasionally using his tongue to lick in between her cake and icing-stained fingers.
"Such a greedy thing," Blossomforth murmured. She smiled warmly at Rock, giving his belly a rub and slipping a finger into his deep belly button. In return, Rock sank deeper into the cushions and accepted more cake.
And so it went on, the two sharing a very companionable atmosphere as the cake vanished, handful by handful and mouthful by mouthful. Once the cake was finally gone, Rock let loose a chocolate-fuelled belch.
"You really outdid yourself this time, Blossom," he mumbled.
"Oh, Rock," Blossomforth said softly, clambering atop him. She lay atop his bloated gut, her bare feet brushing against his flabby calves as she looked him in the eyes. "You've no idea how much it warms my heart to see you eat like that."
She moved in and kissed him, her tongue probing his chocolate-flavoured mouth, picking up crumbs as it went. Breaking the kiss, she reached up and caressed his fat cheek, the two locking eyes with each other in a display of teenage love.
"And I've got a pizza due in about an hour," she added. "Think you've got room for that?"
Rock burped again, then chuckled as he kissed her back. "Always!"
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