Hay Fever

Epoch was stirred into awareness by an intermittent motion all over her body. I must be dreaming, she thought, unable to see or hear or move of her own accord. Yet she was trapped, neither falling back into the sleep-walk of her dream nor open her eyes. The movement resumed again, a steady massage of her body being squeezed and stretched. But it wasn’t her body - she had no limbs to speak off, she was simply a mass of some kind with a centre of self but a body that was distributed and faded away at distance. Withania? she tried to speak, but was voiceless. Her thoughts were smothered by her soft and plush environment - the environment that she was a part of. She felt like she was wrapped up in a duvet, only she was the duvet, like a pillow that was being sat on, and then puffing back up when relieved of weight. She might’ve panicked, but the motion applied to her was both soothing and stimulating in equal measure. She didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t want it to stop. She was warm and comfortable while a calm and relaxed haze seeped into her from all sides. She couldn’t explain why, but the presence felt like Withania. Her memories swam around her foggy mind, remembering the feeling of being curled up inside Withania’s womb while her body was kneaded into jelly before her very eyes. She’d never felt anything so arousing. What had happened next? She had been broken down then absorbed and now… Am I part of her body?

Withania put down her watering can and sat down again, feeling her enlarged rump compress under her weight and running one hoof over the soft plush padding on her cutie mark. Her already well-built earth pony hips now had a delightful round curvature to them, and while there was a noticeable curve of pudge about her belly, it seemed that Epoch had gone to all the right places on her body. She felt heavier in her step, but delighted in the slight shake of her chunkier body as she carried out her morning chores. She’d enjoyed the extra weight that she put on after eating somepony a few times now - but this was different. There was a tingle in her fresh chub, a warm glow that she couldn’t help but touch and press. Every time she walked and her hips moved back and forth, when she crouched or stretched, every time her chubby hips moved she could feel the faint presence of another pony locked up within her. Epoch was now a layer of fat on her flanks, and the experience was constant stimulation to Withania. She could only assume that the same was true for Epoch, as the warm glow that spread through her body every time she sat down on her plush rear felt foreign, like someone caressing her with a hot towel, except the heat came from within. She’d already taken twice as long as usual to water the garden this morning, constantly pausing to wriggle her butt or press her hoof into her stretched cutie marks, however, she couldn’t help herself any more and stole into the kitchen like a guilty filly.

“Ooooooh Epoch,” she moaned, sitting back on her ass with her hind legs stretched out like a cat, “We already knew you looked good on my thighs from last time, but Celestia you feel divine today!” She ran her hoof lovingly up the inside of her soft thigh, massaging the extra padding from her hock back to the edge of her nethers, feeling the feedback from the doe trapped within. Was Epoch aware of what was happening? Withania had dim memories of being part of another’s body. It had been a dream-like state, not awake or truely aware, but there was a strong sense of emotion and stimulation. If it felt this good to Withania, Epoch must have been in a seventh heaven. “It’ll almost be a pity when you get turned into a seed, I could get used to this…” She leaned back on her forelegs and closed her hips together, feeling her chub compress and squeeze against her pussy, spreading the enticing warmth of another’s pleasure through her entire body. Her eyes scanned the kitchen for ideas - and landed on the utensils next to the stove. A wooden rolling pin hung from a string tie. Oversized really, it was unwieldy and better for bread - which she seldom baked - than pastry for pies and quiche. She could probably sit on it.

With idea came action, and she waved her legs around to roll onto her front and get up off of the kitchen floor, thankful that no one was around to see her wallowing in her own lewd self-pleasure. Epoch didn’t count, she decided, as the doe was both party to this scene and also quite unable to witness it while also being literal chub on Withania’s ass.

Epoch had no sense of time in her current condition. She found that while Withania was moving around she felt more awake, or at least as awake as this strange reverie could get, and when Withania was still, her mind slowly drifted back into slumber. The new sensations from Withania playing with her voluptuous thighs were certainly keeping Epoch up, and then a sudden bout of erratic movement suggested that something new was at hoof. Epoch felt a lustrous stretch of Withania extending her hind legs and reaching for something, and then Epoch felt a strange tension, a slow and gradual compression as Withania crouched her hind legs slightly. This was followed by a distinct pinch at the very edge of where Epoch could feel.

Did we sit on something? It doesn’t feel like anything flat. Could it be the edge of a se-aaHHHH!

Epoch’s fuddled train of thought was interrupted as the compression at one end began to roll across her form, creating a wave of pleasure the travelled from one end of her to the other. If the simple act of Withania sitting down on her had been stimulating, the sensation of her host sitting on the rolling pin and scooting back and forth was enough to turn her senses into mush.

Withania closed her eyes and her mouth was ajar as she kneaded her plush behind with the rolling pin. The compress and release wave moving up and down her rump was setting her kinesthesia ablaze, and when she get the angle just right, the smooth surface of the rolling pin gave her peeping clit the slightest of brushes. Like a spark to tinder, she pressed down for all she was worth, grinding her pudge between the utensil and her strong earth pony muscles in the core of her thighs. Her own stimulation was amplified by Epoch, giving rise to a climax that built faster than anything she’d ever felt. Maybe it was the fact that she’d been teasing herself and Epoch all morning contributing to this, either way, a shiny and slick coating was appearing in the centre of the rolling pin, that spread and smeared across the back of Withania’s hind legs.

Epoch was lost in a sea of hormones, not so much feeling a building orgasm but being the building orgasm. She egged Withania on as her own sense of self was pummeled and squeezed, pressing against Withania’s marehood and teasing it into releasing the energy rapidly building up in the two of them.

Withania wanted nothing more than to plunge a forehoof between her pudgy thighs and go to town on herself - however, it took both her forelegs to balance on the rolling pin. Despite her handicap, it almost felt like Epoch was contributing. Without any assistance of her hooves, Withania could feel the heat of whatever part of Epoch was inside of her blazing away to match the most rowdy of mare toys. As Withania rolled back one more time, she let out a shriek of pleasure and the rolling pin squeezed a jet of gooey nectar out of her nethers, splattering the inside of her thighs and the floor alike.

She let her forelegs slide out to either side until she was laying on her back, the rolling pin now twisted in line with her hind legs and nestled between her thighs - utterly spent. The dim consciousness of Epoch inside of her had gone fuzzy. The doe was not absent, but no longer of any rational thought. The idea of this put a greedy smile on Withania’s face. The doe was hers now, completely under her command, bound to her very body to serve her. If all Epoch could think about now was Withania pleasuring herself, and if that would addle her mind entirely, that would be a gift. Greedy thoughts of keeping Epoch all to herself circled in Withania’s head as she closed her eyes and dozed in a post-coital bliss. Just a quick nap, then she’d be back to work.

By the next day, the novelty had diminished somewhat. Not that the tingle had vanished entirely, but Withania was a functional adult again without suddenly stealing away into privacy to touch herself, and by extension, Epoch. She wiggled her rump while brushing her teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

“H’mm, no seed. I expected you to be out by now, Epoch,” she said with her mouthful. Not that she was complaining, even though she was starting to burn off her extra chub - at a completely unrealistic speed as she had done with Twilight - she could still sense Epoch’s essence trapped on her body, aware, but in stasis. Was this a problem? No, she thought to herself, Epoch went into this willingly. She belongs to me now, and I’m giving her the time of her life. She’s lucky! Withania rinsed her toothbrush under the tap and walked out the bathroom, her tail flicking her cutie mark playfully.

She spent the day in her greenhouse tending to her crop, and with her sun-mirror angled so she could keep stealing glances at her own behind. The warming pulse seemed far less noticeable, or perhaps she’d grown accustomed to it, but the same sly smile stared back at her as she imagined her friend compressed into her hip, helplessly aroused by their prison, at Withania’s mercy. Having spent her life as an uninteresting and ordinary earth pony, and then thinking herself to be submissive in her newer interests, Withania felt like a true predator. A carnivorous flower, beautiful, gentle, but deadly. She could probably release Epoch whenever she wanted - but why bother? The doe was doubtlessly happy in her current state, who wouldn’t be?

Another day passed and Withania sighed while brushing her mane. She’d grown used to Epoch’s company much quicker than she’d like - it suddenly felt ordinary. Eating a pony and turning them into a seed to regrow was a day of fun, absorbing Epoch had lasted longer, and she still didn’t feel the familiar pressure of a seed forming inside her. Clearly she needed new prey to get her mojo back… company for Epoch. Would the rush be exactly the same, or even greater than before? Who could she convince to bed with her?

Roseluck would almost certainly be up for it. The flower shop mare was already in on her games, and had seen Withania at her strangest. Also, the other flower shop girls could cover for Roseluck - like Epoch, no one would immediately notice her absence. Hi Roseluck, Withania said in her mind as she continued to stroke her mane into its wild shape, Would you like to experience unbridled sexual bliss by entering my womb, being melted into my special nectar, and turned into pudge on my beautiful flanks? You’ll be mine for as long as I see fit, pressed and squeezed every time I sit down, and it will be more pleasure than anything you can imagine… Just give yourself to me forever…

A sudden bang from outside shook Withania out of her reverie - she blinked and then frowned. Putting down the brush she reached up to the bathroom window and looked out over her garden. The gate hadn’t been closed properly. A gust of wind had caught it and just the right angle and it had swung open and banged into the fence. Nothing at all really, but she ought to go and close it to keep wild animals out of the garden.

What had she been thinking about? What day was it?

I ate… or absorbed? I devoured Epoch two days ago - why hasn’t she formed a seed?

Withania suddenly remembered her train of thought about Roseluck. What in Equestria had she been thinking? Epoch didn’t sign up for being trapped on her body for however long she felt like. And now she was thinking of adding Roseluck into the party without so much as a fig for what Epoch might want if she were able to make an informed decision right now!

“Epoch?” Withania said, looking into the mirror again. “I think you should come out now… I think this might’ve been a bad idea…”

There was no response, of course. But the garden gate was open. She trotted downstairs to go and fix it.

Today she needed to go into town for a few deliveries and collections, nothing that didn’t fit in her saddlebags. Yesterday she’d envisioned that this would be more empowering, as if other ponies would know that Epoch was there on her enlarged thighs - but now she was confused. It didn’t seem as fun now she realised that she didn’t really know what she was doing. She couldn’t even bear to visit the flower shop after having such greedy thoughts about Roseluck. She kept a calm mind, however, and carried out her chores in town followed by a session with her bonsai trees. Everything had worked out so far, and if things didn’t improve tomorrow she’d contact Twilight for help.

When she glanced at the greenhouse clock and realised the sun was setting, her throat was parched - she’d barely drunk all day in her anxiety. Not patient enough for the kettle, or in the mood for being ladylike, Withania walked outside and picked up the garden hose, guzzling the crisp water from the nozzle. Guilty pleasure or not, it felt good when she did this. The water sloshed into the nectar in her belly and she could pretend she was a balloon being filled up. Maybe at some point she’d be brave enough to see how far she could go…

And then a tingle in her nethers broke her lewd imagination once again. Is that… I didn’t feel it coming at all!

Dropping the hose and perching on the bucket next to the water pipe, Withania grimaced for a moment, the pressure inside her building out of nowhere and moving from deep within down to her nethers. With very little work on her part, a wooden thud and a great feeling of relief signalled that her body was done. She turned and sure enough a sticky seed was left, ready to plant.