...and I'll show you mine
"Ah, finally," Dusk Shine sighed with relief, setting the final page of the latest report he'd written up for Prince Solaris on the stack of papers which already sat on his desk. "Another report done and dusted. Not before time, too."
As if to emphasise the point, Dusk's amply-proportioned stomach let out a low, urgent growl, reminding its owner that he hadn't eaten in almost two hours. The pie that Barb had brought up to him hadn't left a dent in his appetite for very long, and now that he no longer had any princely duties or paperwork to focus on, Dusk realised just how positively ravenous he was.
"Yeah, I know, I know," he said apologetically, giving his belly a rub. "I'm sorry, but work has to come before pleasure. I'll get you something now, just hold on..."
Groaning, his back stiff from sitting for so long, Dusk heaved his immense bulk out of his chair with some difficulty. The seat beneath him creaked and bowed out as his gelatinous rear end was lifted off of it, his equally jellylike belly wobbling as it sagged down under his own weight. A distinct purple apron of fat hung out from beneath his white tank top, which also did a fine job of highlighting his full, plump moobs and thick love handles. Dusk paused to adjust the lilac cargo shorts which were currently riding up his fat ass, grunting as he worked them out of the uncomfortable wedgie he was getting from them.
"These Solaris-damned things just get tighter and tighter every day," he muttered to himself as he made for the door with his customary waddling gait, his tubby bare feet pressing heavily against the cool crystal floor with each step he took. Already, thoughts of a massive double-decker sandwich were beginning to fill his head—one piled high with onions, lettuce, meat and all manner of gooey, spicy sauces...
As Dusk left the office, he was so lost in his reverie that he almost literally ran into the castle's newest resident, who was just coming down the hall himself.
"Whoa!" Stellar Gleam said, taking a step backwards in order to avoid colliding with his mentor. "Easy there, Dusk."
"Sorry, Stellar," Dusk apologised, turning to face his student... and once again, being struck by just how different in shape and size he was to him.
When Stellar had first been taken under Dusk's wing, one of the things that Dusk had prioritised was finding a way for Stellar to focus his anger—the same anger which had led him to mess with the space-time continuum for the sake of revenge—into something more productive. After experimenting with a couple of things, Stellar had settled on working out. Weightlifting, push-ups crunches, leg presses, you name it. And, much to Dusk's satisfaction, it had worked. With something to focus his aggression into, Stellar was now far less angry than he had once been.
Of course, it hadn't just done wonders for Stellar's inner rage... it had done wonders for his own body, too.
Thanks to his newfound passion for pumping iron, Stellar had gone from being a pretty skinny colt himself to being an absolute Adonis of a stallion. Where Dusk had a sagging gut and fleshy moobs, Stellar had a perfectly chiselled six-pack and a pair of firm, solid-steel pecs. Where Dusk's arms were flabby and soft, Stellar's were bulging with muscle, veins and tendons erupting to the surface with the slightest flex. And where Dusk had a pair of Jello-like thunder thighs, Stellar had thigh muscles which were powerful enough to crush a watermelon. Indeed, Dusk had seen him do just that as a party trick many a time. Even with how friendly Stellar was, Dusk could never help but feel slightly intimidated at the sight of him whenever he saw him.
This was not at all helped by Stellar engaging in another newfound passion of his—nudism. Butterscotch had introduced him to it not long after he had arrived in Ponyville, and Stellar had quickly grown to love it. The sight of him padding about the palace in the buff had taken some getting used to, sure, but Dusk had managed it easily enough.
Of course, seeing Stellar in the buff and seeing a... well, buff Stellar in the buff were two quite different things altogether. When Dusk looked at him, he could see every perfectly-carved muscle, as well as a quite impressive schlong dangling shamelessly between his beefy thighs. It made Dusk feel... intimidated sometimes, he had to admit.
"Finally get those reports finished?" Stellar asked, snapping Dusk out of his thoughts.
"Yup," Dusk replied with a smile. "How about you? Just done hitting the weights, I'd guess?"
"You know it!" Stellar grinned, flexing an arm and sending tendons and veins off bulging once more. "A hundred and ten reps today. Not bad, eh?"
"Not bad at all," Dusk agreed. He grunted as he adjusted his shorts once again. "These Solaris-forsaken things..."
"Still eating your way through your wardrobe, eh?" Stellar chuckled, reaching out and giving Dusk's gut a playful pat. Even that slight touch was enough to set it off jiggling like crazy.
"You know me, Stellar," Dusk grinned, placing both pudgy hands on his vast purple stomach. "I'm never one to turn down food. I've always said I'm fat and I'm proud."
"Except when you've outgrown another pair of pants," Stellar added with a wink.
"Yep," Dusk sighed.
"So..." Stellar said with a pensive expression. "Why not just forgo them entirely?"
Dusk missed a beat, checking Stellar's face to see if he was joking. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me," Stellar replied, a mischievous smile crossing his face. "Strip off, au naturel. Go naked, man."
"Wh-what?!" Dusk spluttered as he felt his cheeks turn a bright crimson. "Go naked? Are you nuts?!"
"I'm not saying you have to walk around in public naked," Stellar said with a roll of his eyes. "Just for when you're around the castle. Trust me, it's soooo much more liberating." As if to emphasise the point, he stuck his bulging pecs out slightly.
"Yeah, but... going naked?" Dusk said, still feeling quite flushed. "It seems so..." His eyes wandered down towards Stellar's package.
"Indecent?" Stellar guessed, to which Dusk nodded. "Relax, there's nothing sexual about it—well, not necessarily anything sexual. It's just about being comfortable in your own skin, you know?"
"I..." Dusk said uncertainly.
"Come on," Stellar grinned as he elbowed him in the side. "Tell you what—just give it a shot. I bet you'll love it. And if you don't, then I promise to never bring it up again."
Dusk bit his lip uncertainly. Stellar had spoken pretty highly of the time he spent with Butterscotch, talking about how awesome and liberating it had been. It couldn't hurt to try it... right?
Dusk closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. "Give me a sec," he said, turning and heading back into his room, shutting the door.
Stellar waited patiently outside, listening to the sounds within the bedroom of rustling cloth and clothing hitting the floor. Finally, Dusk called out, "Okay, you can come in now..."
Stellar opened the door and stepped inside, and what he saw was enough to make him break into a grin. There in front of him was Dusk, a cute bashful expression on his face as he stood with his arms behind his back. And more pertinently, there was not a single stitch of clothing on him.
"So how do I look?" he asked with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head as he traced a circle on the floor with his bare big toe.
"You look fantastic, man," Stellar assured him, stepping up closer to him. "How do you feel?"
"Not... not bad, actually," Dusk replied. It was true—once he'd gotten over the initial barrier of stripping off in front of Stellar, it really wasn't bad at all. It certainly beat being squeezed like a sausage skin into his too-small shorts, at any rate.
"Oh?" Stellar grinned, cupping an ear. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Dusk chuckled, his belly wobbling in time with his laughter. "I said, it doesn't feel bad. In fact, screw it—it feels good."
"What did I tell you, eh?" Stellar said. "The hardest part is getting past that first mental block. After that, it's as natural as breathing." He smiled. "And besides, if you really are fat and proud, you shouldn't have any shame in flaunting that body of yours."
"Heh, can't argue with that logic," Dusk said as he cupped his moobs in his hands. "I could say the same for you."
Stellar laughed as he flexed a monstrous bicep. "Yep, no way I'm keeping a body like this under wraps." He paused as the two looked each other over. "Say, you know what this reminds me of?"
"What?" Dusk asked.
"It reminds me of when Sunstone and I used to play 'show me yours and I'll show you mine,'" Stellar replied. "You ever play that?"
"Oh yeah!" Dusk said. "I played it a couple of times with my friends back in Canterlot. Sparkleshine always had a lot more to show, though—he was a total blimp back then."
"And now you're the one with lots to show," Stellar teased, causing Dusk to blush.
"Yeah... so are you, though," he replied. As he said that, an idea came to him. It was an idea that he would never normally have dreamed of doing. But being here with Stellar, he felt much more... at ease with himself.
"Mind if I... get a feel?" he asked, reaching out for one of Stellar's arms suggestively.
Stellar's eyes widened upon hearing that. Had sweet, reserved little Dusk Shine really just asked him that? Once he saw that Dusk was sincere, however... well, he was only too happy to roll with it.
"Be my guest," he replied, smiling as he felt Dusk grab hold of his bicep. He flexed, causing Dusk to gasp as he felt the muscle surging under his touch.
"Whoa," he breathed. "That's... that's something."
"Isn't it?" Stellar replied. He reached out experimentally, placing a hand on Dusk's soft, fleshy back. He felt him tense momentarily, but he quickly relaxed.
"Like what you feel back there?" he asked with a smile as he felt Stellar's beefy fingers grope his back fat.
"Yup," Stellar replied. "Nice and squishy."
"Thanks," Dusk said. He blushed. "I'd offer to show you my package, but ah... it's pretty hard to spot these days, I'm afraid."
"Don't worry about it," Stellar said with a chuckle. "I've got plenty more to look at here."
"That's for sure," Dusk replied, letting his eyes wander down to Stellar's own crotch. The specimen between his legs truly was impressive—a truncheon-thick, jet black cylinder of flesh almost ten inches in length, with a pair of tennis ball-sized nuts dangling beneath.
"You know what? Just gimme a sec..." Dusk grunted as he broke apart from Stellar, lifting his gut with both hands. "Nngh... there, you just might be able to see it..."
Stellar got down on his knees, peering at Dusk's crotch. True enough, he could see Dusk's own member beneath it all, and was impressed to see that it looked like it might have been a bit longer than his.
"Very nice," he said, standing up as Dusk let his belly flop back down. "Not quite as impressive as that butt of yours, though."
Dusk blushed as he looked behind at the two big globes of adipose tissue hanging from his rear end, before comparing them to Stellar's perfectly round, iron-hard glutes. "Well, yours aren't a slouch, either," he said, playfully goosing Stellar.
"Whoa, baby!" Stellar laughed. "When did you get so forward?"
"Since a certain stallion told me to be comfortable in my own skin," Dusk replied with a grin. "And let me tell ya—I do."
"Glad to be of service," Stellar said with a bow. As he said that, Dusk's stomach growled loudly and insistently.
"Oh shoot," Dusk blushed. "That's right, I still haven't eaten."
"Well, no time like the present," Stellar said. "You wanna bother getting dressed?"
Dusk smiled and shook his head as he waddled to the door, his naked body jiggling with every step. "Nah, I'm good."
"That's my boy," Stellar said cheerfully as he followed him. One thing was for sure—they had to play 'show me yours and I'll show you mine' again.
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