Paper Press slowly advanced toward Withania, her head held high and her eyes lidded with a devastatingly sultry gaze. Withania was once again transfixed, unsure how to deal with this situation. She barely knew this unicorn, or exactly how much Princess Twilight had told her, or what she meant by becoming ‘better acquainted.’ But she was also a hopeless rabbit-in-torchlight when ruthlessly handled this way.

Yet she hadn’t even been handled yet. Paper Press hadn’t touched her or even brushed her with her magic, and Withania already felt like her legs had turned to clay. Paper Press radiated the type of commanding presence that seemed to dominate all, and every part of Withania was attuned to it. She felt a strange shame that a bookworm like this unicorn, who probably wouldn’t last fifteen minutes weeding out a flowerbed, could instantly outclass her like this. But at the same time she craved it. She wanted to be put in her place by this goddess-

“Umm,” she stuttered, seeking to interrupt her train of thought by any means possible. “Well, I should probably rest - I’m still somewhat injured…”

“I’m aware,” said Paper Press, cutting her off. “We both know how to solve that. But let’s not rush this… Tell me, Withania, are you attracted to me?”

Paper Press paused barely a foot away from Withania. She was scarce an inch taller, except for her horn, but her significantly larger body made Withania seem small by comparison, and her commanding demeanour made Withania seem tiny. Her blonde hair shimmered in contrast with her midnight blue coat, framing her face in Withania’s vision.

Withania gave a slight nod, blushing profusely.

“Of course you are. With a trail like yours, it was a given. Miss Mulberry the baker, Surasa of the Forest, Lady Wingate… you’ve an eye for partners that can be bigger than you. What’s more, you revel in adding a little weight to yourself. You do to your friends what you desire to be done to you.”

Withania baulked at this, her rump slowly lowering into a sitting position. How did Paper Press know all this? Withania had never mentioned all her antics to anyone. Had Twilight figured all of it out? Or was she just sufficiently connected that a hundred birds had exposed each of her exploits? The notion that Paper Press already had Withania’s number like this paralyzed her even further. The unicorn didn’t just have the skillset to destroy her, but the inside knowledge as well.

“Ummm,” stammered Withania, her blush somehow still deepening, “y-yes. Big girls like you, yeah…”

“H’mm,” murmured Paper Press, raising one eyebrow at this remark. “Do you think I’m fat, Withania?”

Paper Press touched her chest up against Withania as she said this. Her expression was… complicated. Her eyes and posture conveyed the same alluring predation as before - but the way she said the word fat, and the way the question hung in front of her suddenly caught Withania off-guard. Had she just said something wrong? Paper Press clearly enjoyed asserting her weight, didn’t that make this fine? With Paper Press’ chest now starting to press against her, Withania tried to shuffle backwards, only to find a magical aura holding her hind hooves in place. Subtle enough to go unnoticed, powerful enough to keep Withania from reversing, Paper Press was slowly advancing, forcing her into a taller and taller sitting position that she wouldn’t be able to hold for long.

“Um, I- I didn’t mean that as a bad thing.”

“Ah, but that’s not the point. I am a big girl. I’m fat and I like it. But there’s more to me than just being a plus sized girl, and that’s precisely what I want to talk to you about. Let’s get comfortable, shall we?”

Taking a full step forwards, Paper Press pushed Withania onto her back with her bulk alone, and before Withania could move or even extend her legs, Paper Press was standing over her with midnight-coloured legs on either side of her shoulders. Her heavy looking belly hung low, covering Withania’s own diminished middle and pinning her hind legs in place without the aid of magic.

“You’ve sprouted a lot of unusual new abilities, and you’ve been using that as cover for wanting a ‘cure’ for your new form. But that’s not really the problem is it, Withania?”

Withania stared up at the unicorn on top of her. Paper Press was big enough that she could remain at full standing height, and her belly still covered Withania, so she now seemed very tall and far away, yet was providing full body contact at the same time.

“Well,” Withania started and then paused. Were they really having a therapy session like this? Withania was desperately trying to keep herself in check, especially knowing that Paper Press was judging her every move and word. This was a kind of domination she had never been subjected to, but yet the humiliation of being exposed like this while still being in an intimate setting was enthralling. “I’ve been putting people in danger, and I don’t know if I can control it.”

“No one was in danger. Your abilities grow from the heart, and you only want good things. No one has suffered harm from their interactions with you. At worst, you inconvenienced a few ponies. Even when Twilight stepped in, they would have come to no harm if left unchecked. You’re more worried about what people will think of you.”

Withania tested her ability to lift Paper Press and see if she was genuinely stuck or not. Her underbelly was plush, but behind the softness was a weight Withania couldn’t possibly hope to move. In fact, she realised, Paper Press wasn’t even applying her weight. She was holding back and already Withania was helplessly pinned.

“I didn’t know that in advance,” she protested. “But even if you’re right, can you blame me? Already my friends are like ‘Oooh Withania, do weird plant stuff!’ and it’s like the pony I was a month ago doesn’t even matter any more. Also umm, I’m a little confused as to what we’re doing right now…”

Paper Press responded by spreading her legs slightly, lowering herself and applying more weight on top of Withania. A normal pony would have difficulty breathing at this point, but Withania had no such trouble, which made her extremely worried as to exactly how far this situation could escalate. Paper Press’ chest was slowly creeping over her own as her larger mass began to spread, and her sly smile grew closer.

“Are you quite bemused at suddenly becoming part of a strange scene you’ve never experienced? This is how your recent partners felt. It’s not a bad feeling, is it? You’re not tapping out. You’re a little anxious, but you can’t help but like what’s happening here.”

Withania stared back, following every word. Had this been the sensations Flitter and Cloudchaser had felt? Twilight and Roseluck? This was different to what she did, but she did feel a unique thrill of the unknown.

“This is actually a little different for me as well,” continued Paper Press, “Normally my scenes require significant preparation and aftercare, but with you I can do anything I like…”

She paused and lowered herself further. Withania’s eyes widened as she felt Paper Press’ merciless weight press her joints flat against the floor. Her plush body spread the load evenly, perhaps even comfortably, but Withania knew that her own body could deform no further to accommodate the increasing pressure upon it.

“And oh honey, the things I could do to you with a book binder…”

If Withania had been able to see herself from an observer’s perspective, there would be a large round blue mare almost spread-eagle in the middle of the library. From just behind her thighs, the tan hooves and green fetlocks of Withania poked out, but other than that the green mare was completely hidden up until her neck and head between Paper Press’ shoulders. She couldn’t move a muscle, and with Paper Press’ belly spread over her entire body and sides, it almost felt like she was sinking into the larger mare.

“But I digress,” said Paper Press casually. She wasn’t even breathing heavily, as if all of this was completely effortless to her. “I’m a fat mare, Withania, and I like it that way. My body is mine and I do as I please with it. There’s nothing I love more than using my body on others. But on the streets, and just as often by admirers, that’s all I am. Just a fatty.”

Withania could no longer tell when Paper Press was adjusting her stance now. So much weight was pressing against her that all of the unicorn’s slightest movements, her breathing, her heartbeat, the burble of her stomach, were transmitted down onto her. Her blush was at maximum intensity at this level of steady contact. Being swallowed was one thing, being in a belly was another - but those were sensations of change. This was torturously slow, drawing out Withania’s carnal desire and allowing it to linger for longer than she thought possible.

What she could tell was that her body was at its limit. Her contact against the floor was somehow increasing. Her parted thighs were spreading beyond what she thought possible, while her belly was spreading either side of her.

She’s- she’s squashing me flat! Withania realised at last, she’s flattening me like a flower in a press!

“What they realise when they get to know me is that I can also locate and name the constellations on a cloudy night. I can design and produce a tome to last a century from a tatty manuscript. I can layout a library from a warehouse of unsorted books. Oh, and I’m not half-bad at baking a pie either.”

Withania’s nose slowly disappeared under the inexorable roll of Paper Press’ belly spreading over her, leaving only her eyes visible and gazing up at the unicorn’s face, which was now only inches away, clearly taking the greatest pleasure in every moment that passed.

“And that, Withania, is who I am. Fat might be what I am, but my choices, my talents, my hobbies - and my pleasures - are who I am. Do you follow?”

Withania was comically unable to reply in words, or even nod a response, but she blinked her eyes in what she hoped conveyed that she was listening.

“Good. Now, enjoy my pleasure for a moment, and then we’ll continue,” said Paper Press. And with that she leaned forward, covering Withania in her entirety, and spreading her legs on either side to settle her full weight down on her charge.

Smothered into a world of soft, yet crushing pudge, Withania both heard and felt a moan of pleasure from around her as Paper Press settled out. The pressure on top of her had filled every gap, curve and angle of her body with belly pudge, and now her body could hold out no longer. She didn’t hear, but rather felt her joints giving way. She felt muffled shocks from her limbs that told her - without even being able to see or move - that her body was literally breaking. Anxious thoughts flared up as she feared for her safety in this situation, yet there was no pain to tell her anything was wrong at all. Her bones felt slightly bendy, flexing like balsa wood before they gave way to the flat plane they were being forced into, revealing that she actually wasn’t as tough as she had been as an earth pony. She could snap like the stalk of a rose bush now, fibrous and bendy instead of brittle.

She felt alien, bent and pressed in impossible ways she’d never experienced before, thrilling in the absence of discomfort. The familiar natural instinct that she should be doing anything in her power to escape was present, only to be flattened by Paper Press’ complete dominion over her entire being. In her mind’s eye, Withania imagined what she might look like right now, starfished out, her nose and muzzle flattened down into a cross section, her eyes slightly crossed in confusion, while her body was displayed in two dimensions, like a box that had been opened out to be stacked flat. She could tense her muscles, but felt no movement at all. All of her strength was gone, her sturdy earth pony shape rendered useless.

“Withania, you are exceedingly comfortable to lay on. This is the start of a beautiful relationship,” vibrated Paper Press’ voice all around her. “You’re like a fresh hay bale, none of the usual pointy or hard bits that ponies have. Just so there’s no misunderstandings here, in case you’re feeling alarmed by any of this, rest assured that I’m going to eat you, after which you will be renewed. And based on our understanding of things, you’ll regrow again with a fresh new body free of your injuries. Very convenient.”

The way she spoke so casually about her intentions was igniting Withania’s desires like a blowtorch. Pillow-talk was fun - and the glare of a predator looking at her with intent even more so - but this was a calm, authoritative voice stating a chain of events Withania couldn’t stop, even if she’d wanted to.

“I’ve taken advantage of your nature, Withania,” continued Paper Press. “Your body is like a plant, something for me to harvest, make bedding with, even graze upon as I wish. You like that, but also you’re afraid that this is all you’re good for now. There’s a part of you that secretly likes to be objectified like this. Imagine if I just owned you forever, growing you in a pot on my windowsill to fluster and devour on a daily basis… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Withania blushed under the innumerable heft of unicorn. Her mind was fuzzy, her want of everything that Paper Press was offering punctured by reminders of her real life, her garden, her research.

Her musings were interrupted from Paper Press heaving herself up, the light of the room suddenly blinding Withania as she rejoined the world again. The sudden removal of intense pressure made Withania feel light, almost like she was expanding slightly like memory foam. Alas, the impact on her body was quite real, and despite her best efforts, the best she could do was curl up slightly at the tips of her extremities - capable of moving, but not strong enough to lift even her completely diminished weight.

The familiar face of Paper Press appeared as the huge bulk of her body stomped backwards. She smiled down at Withania, her horn illuminating and a shimmer of magic enveloping Withania’s completely flattened body.

Withania would have gasped if she could, as she felt herself peel off of the floor, flapping like a tea towel, limp and sagging under her own weight. Her view pitched forward and she could see herself spread thin across the floor, belly an oval, her tail like a streak of terracotta paint between her wide and flat thighs.

“I like a good bulge, Withania, but ponies as they are can be dreadfully lumpy going down the throat. A little work though, and we can make you into something much smoother on the gullet…”

Paper Press finished painstakingly peeling Withania off of the floor in a practised motion that was careful not to stretch or strain her, and held her aloft, magical aura gripping her head and shoulders, as well as the ends of her hind legs. As swift as handling laundry, Withania was whipped around and pulled taut against the underside of Paper Press’ belly. She had no shape of her own anymore, and conformed to whatever she was applied to - in this case the soft curve of her tormentor’s body. With little extra work she could be tied into place, like an apron or a cape, worn and displayed, bending and creasing with each movement of Paper Press.

“You’d make an excellent towel… a lovely fibrous texture that’s absorbent, yet soft, and a perfect amount of stretch. Normal ponies can be a little saggy or rubbery at this point, but you almost feel like you were made for this. But, we can save all these things for another time - your body is spent and you need to regrow, and that’s why you need me to eat you.”

Withania felt her hind hooves curling backwards, another alien touch of her hoof touching both itself and then her hocks, as Paper Press began to roll her up. She couldn’t see what was happening, but the sudden sensation was evident on her face as Paper Press’ now familiar sly smile spread again.

“You want to see? That’s easy when you can be folded like paper…”

The magical aura supporting Withania’s head and shoulders pressed against her face, pushing it backwards, backwards, far past the natural point it should be able to tilt, until her gaze had been folded back on itself and she could see down her own back. She gazed wide-eyed at her legs rolling up like a newspaper, past her thighs and over her ass. She shivered as her privates where enclosed in layers of her flattened body and pressed together.

On instinct, she moved her forelegs to touch the roll of her body, as if she were going to try and impede Paper Press’ magic, but in an instant they were caught like socks in a wringer, curling into the mass as it grew larger and larger.

Paper Press now straightened Withania’s head back out, before wrapping it around the neat scroll she had made.

“How you feeling there, hon?” She asked, levitating Withania in front of her. “I’d like to put a nice silk bow around you, wax sealed, add you to my parchments. Bring you out every couple of days to be tensioned and conditioned… before you know it you’ll forget what it was ever like to be the shape of a pony…”

Withania trembled, not out of fear, but almost wanting that. Wanting to be turned into an object of this unicorn’s collection. Paper Press spoke with such confidence, such authority. Withania didn’t know if she had actually done this to other ponies or not, but she could believe it.

“My, that look in your eyes, I thought this would be easy, but you have no idea the temptation that gaze of yours puts me under. Let’s get back on topic before I do something you’ll enjoy a bit too much…”

Withania watched as Paper Press licked her lips before opening her mouth wide, the light spilling in through the large windows perfectly illuminating her gaping maw. This vision grew as Withania was levitated closer, then she was turned sideways, and vision turned into touch as she felt the right side of her rolled up body slip into the warm, moist mouth of the unicorn.

What she expected next was the gradual gulps and undulations of a pony swallowing a large object naturally too large for them - but instead she felt smooth and steady pressure travelling from one end of her roll to the other around her as Paper Press easily engulfed her like a novelty sized hot dog. She watched teeth pass harmlessly in front of her and felt Paper Press’ tongue cradle her face as she was squeezed into a practised gullet in a single smooth motion.

The vibrating moan of Paper Press sighing in contentment reverberated around Withania as her captor was rewarded with the flavour she’d patiently waited for, and then there was a pause as Paper Press closed her mouth, leaving an enormous cylindrical bulge at the top of her throat.

Withania shivered during this pause, her face smushed up against the fleshy insides of Paper Press’ mouth, and the rest of her body equally compressed. In response, she felt the tremor of a snicker from all around her. Paper Press was unable to speak with her mouthful like this, but her enjoyment was evident, and clearly feeling no urgency, she began suckle on her mouthful, drenching Withania in saliva to the point where it began to soak in between the layers of her rolled up body. This could have been drawn out much longer with more preparation, but as big as her lungs were, Paper Press had limitations, and had to swallow.

Her expert throat control on full display, she gave a single powerful swallow that didn’t feel like the usual gulp of that other ponies opted for - which was more a motion to clear the throat than anything else - this swallow felt like calm and practised control of her entire gullet, squeezing in at the top to push Withania down in a single smooth movement.

And down she went, the large bulge in Paper Press’ throat travelled down her neck, sinking into her chest, barely appearing again at her belly as anything other than a slight increase in weight causing additional sag. Withania felt as if she were being squeezed through a tube, already an object before she had even hit the stomach, a sodden lump sandwiched together and swallowed whole.

When she felt herself settle into Paper Press’ stomach, the compression around her lessened, and filled out the extra space a little more. Where Roseluck had been the same size as Withania, her tum had been tight and bound up in her middle as Withania stretched it out - but Paper Press was easily big enough to hold her, especially in her current state, with minimal distending. There was a pleasing, rather soothing sway as Paper Press shifted her weight from one hoof to the other, leaning to one side so she could rub her belly where Withania now resided.

“Another part of being a big girl I love,” she said, sighing with pleasure, “is that I could just walk into town right now and get lunch, and no one would know you were there, soaking away inside me. I’ve removed you from the world, added you to mine, and no one would be able to tell.”

These constant threats continued to provoke Withania’s trembling. Paper Press seemed to have a never-ending list of ways she could torment Withania with a good time, and all of them sounded effortless enough to be credible.

“But we’ll keep this afternoon just between us now. I’ve had my fun with you. We’ve got a little time left before you’re past the point of focusing on what I’m saying, so I’ll make the most of it.”

Withania felt a great weight settle on top of her again, as Paper Press lay down on her rounded tum, but this time it wasn’t crushing. From the inside, it felt like the perfect embrace, a hug from all sides, exciting in the way that all of the stomach juices around her were now being kneaded into her softening form, yet somehow incredibly wholesome at the same time.

“This plant form you’ve created for yourself is amazing. You can do many amazing things that are enjoyable for both yourself and others. But also, you’re still Withania. I’ve read Twilight’s notes about you - you’re a world-class botanist. You have houseplants in your spare bedroom that are rarer and harder to cultivate than the most exotic samples of the Royal Canterlot Greenhouses, and your skill and care make their cultivation look effortless. You’re a hard worker, building up your business from scratch, rejecting the easy scholarship-driven career your parents would have offered in order to make your own life in the way you wanted.”

Withania’s shivers finally abated as the muffled voice of Paper Press resonated around her. Her brain was foggy with lust and pleasure, her body transformed and slowly melting into a soft goop that would soon be absorbed by her new friend, making her a part of those voluminous curves until her seed escaped to regrow. But through all of this, she suddenly felt like herself, a quiet gardener exploring the weird and wonderful world of sex with a friend she could trust.

“An amazing one-of-a-kind plant hybrid is what you are. But who you are - you are Withania. And you always will be. No one can take that away from you.”

Warm fuzzy thoughts of being loved mixed into the fog of her mind as her physical form became mushy and indistinct. Withania already knew that she loved these kinky activities, but for the first time, she felt truly intimate while indulging in them. Perhaps it was receiving it from such an unexpected partner, who had spent the past half hour - right up to a minute ago - teasing her out of her mind, but the real answer settled as Withania’s last clear thoughts, knowing that Paper Press knew full well what it was like to be treated by appearance and body type instead of personality, yet she was still happy, because she could choose to be whatever she wanted.

Paper Press smiled to herself and rolled over onto her back, letting Withania be on top for once. The comforting weight of a bellyful of a melting friend settled out under her gently rubbing hooves and she lay still to let Withania enjoy the sensation of becoming a liquid soup, twisting through the maze of her gut. There was plenty of time for Withania to feel the sway of her body for the rest of the evening ahead.

Author's Note

This was a tough chapter to write, I tend not to mix heavy-story with lewd sequences, preferring to alternate between them, but this was an important moment of trying to show that both can exist at the same time. It doesn't have to be one or the other. You can choose to balance them. I hope I manage to get that across well enough