Two hundred and seventy eight pounds.
At five foot nine, that left Lynette with a BMI of 41. Which, according to her doctor, made her count as severely obese. Most of that weight was concentrated in the right places, her hips and her ass and her tits, with perhaps a bit of extra plush around her tum. But, while she'd always been fairly comfortable being on the larger side, she drew the line at being severely obese. Her doctor had very carefully explained the health risks to being quite as hefty as she was. It was a bit of a crude tactic, but it worked. While she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go all the way to the doctor's recommended 150 pounds, as she was rather fond of her fat distribution and did not relish the extreme lifestyle change losing a hundred and twenty eight pounds would require, she at least wanted to get closer to two hundred than she was to three hundred.
The problem was that she wasn't really very good at it.
Lynette, being a unicorn, was already significantly more inclined to living a sedentary lifestyle than other ponies. She had always been more of a thinker than a do-er. She wasn't lazy – growing up, she'd often taken on more than her fair share of chores. But, well, she lived in Canterlot now. The big city. Most places she needed to go were within easy walking distance of her apartment, and those that weren't were a bus or subway ride away from being within easy walking distance. To say nothing of the food. Canterlot was one of the biggest culinary centres of Equestria, and there was a delicious and cheap but not particularly healthy restaurant every other building.
She'd tried to cut back. Really she had. She'd practically begged Golden Shoes to help her come up with a diet plan and exercise regime, with every intent of sticking to it. She just... hadn't. The exercise regime had, surprisingly, been the easy part. She hated doing it with every fibre of her being, but it was ultimately just a few jogs every day, and Golden Shoes was there to make sure she didn't give in to temptation and skip out.
Golden Shoes was not there to make sure she didn't give into temptation and cheat on her diet. And, as she had established, dieting in Canterlot was hard. She didn't even have to be particularly sneaky to cheat. Just decide she didn't feel like preparing a healthy lunch for work one day and instead head out to one of the many cute little cafes within walking distance of Smart Cookie Preparatory School. Which was where she currently found herself, sullenly nursing a milkshake while waiting for her chili cheese fries and double hayburger to arrive.
“Hey, it's fine. One of the most important things when it comes to really, seriously losing weight is allowing yourself to have cheat days.”
“More like cheat weeks at this rate,” Lynette muttered back to her marefriend.
“Well, try and look on the bright side. Yeah, you're not really losing weight, but at least you're not gaining any either, right?” Golden Shoes knew that it was probably not a very big consolation, but it was better than nothing and it was the only thing she could think of on short notice. “That means we're at least keeping up with your caloric intake. We could just add another twenty minutes to your morning and evening jogs, maybe work in some light weightlifting, just whatever little adjustments to the routine it takes to get you using up more than you put in.”
“Goldie that would literally kill me.”
“It would absolutely not literally kill you.” Golden Shoes was trying to be patient, really. Weight loss was difficult, especially considering the scope of what Lynette needed to lose. Managing that kind of weight loss at any kind of reasonable pace demanded the kind of thorough lifestyle change that most ponies just plain weren't capable of keeping up with. Lynette just seemed to be incredibly eager to give up entirely.
She felt somewhat guilty to admit there was a part of her that was hoping she would. Intellectually, she knew that Lynette's size was not the kind of size that you could be at and still be healthy in the long term, and Celestia knew she wanted her marefriend to be healthy in the long term. But, well. She'd never been very good at lying. And she would absolutely be lying if she were to say that she wasn't very reluctant to see Lynette's ample curves go. “Maybe consider slightly bigger breakfasts and dinners and just cutting out lunch entirely?”
“I guess...” It was better than longer jogs, Lynette supposed. Again, it wasn't that she was lazy. Just that she was used to a sedentary lifestyle. Already, her standard thirty minutes before breakfast and thirty minutes after dinner left her feeling completely and utterly dead inside. It was also wreaking havoc on her wardrobe – it felt like by the end of the first week every single piece of casual clothing she owned was so completely and utterly saturated with sweat as to be unwearable without several runs through the washing machine. And it was uncomfortable, too. She didn't own any sports bras, and she doubted that anyone made sports bras that would contain her sweater puppies even slightly. Every jog inevitably ended up devolving into a miserable bouncy sweaty slog that was absolute murder on her back. She was hardly lacking in upper body strength, but her back muscles weren't used to them moving quite so wildly. “I just... wish there was an easier way, you know?”
“There's always magic.”
“Ugh, not a chance. Those are all scams at best and potentially dangerous at worst.”
“Some kinda gastric bypass then?”
Lynette sighed. “No... No, I want an easy way to lose weight, not an easy way to die under the knife.”
“Yeah, fair.”
“I guess there isn't really an easier option, is there?”
“Not without taking a big risk, nope.”
Lynette winced at the thought. She'd heard horror stories of ponies who had bought into shady magical weight loss supplements and ended up at best fatter than they'd started. She wasn't particularly interested in dwelling on the worst case scenarios right before eating.
As if on cue, Lynette found a plate unceremoniously placed in front of her with a jarring shout of “Food's up!” that jarred her out of her brief reverie.
“Ack, sorry!”
“Hey, no problem, I'm just a waitress.”
Still, Lynette felt rude, letting herself get so pulled into her own little world that she'd not noticed her food arriving. She turned to apologize to the waitress, but was caught off guard when she realized that she was a changeling.
It wasn't that either Lynette or Golden Shoes had anything against changelings, of course. But undisguised changelings were not an everyday sight, especially not in Canterlot, and especially given that most changelings Lynette had encountered were soft, pastel colours. The waitress's carapace was the same jet black as the ones that had invaded. “Before you ask, it was only the one hive that went with the whole design change. The rest of us think it looks dumb.”
“I wasn't going to ask!”
“Pft, it's fine, everyone does. 's a reasonable enough question given we spent the past all of recorded history pretending that we didn't exist. Pony folk don't know a lot about Changeling biology or culture and that's how we like it.” She moved around the table, gently rocking her ample hips as she moved, before placing Golden Shoes's caesar salad on the table. “I figured that since undisguised changelings're all over the place anyway I might as well just go public and avoid potential slipups, you know?”
“I suppose...” Lynette trailed off, trying her hardest not to stare. Changelings were not a very common sight in Canterlot, especially not changelings dressed quite so provocatively. “I wasn't aware this was a maid cafe.”
“Oh, it's not. We've just got a fairly broad dress code, and I find that showing off a bit tends to make people more inclined to tip generously.” Saying she was showing off only a bit was an understatement, though to be fair, Lynette had seen significantly more skimpy french maid outfits. But the waitress wore it well. Very well. It seemed perfectly tailored to just not quite fit her ample breasts, digging gently but noticeably into shiny black flesh. It was positioned so that her areolas were exactly covered by the lacy white frills, leaving subtle but undeniable bulges, one of which was concealed by a nametag that read “Cyanne”. It also left her with some very, very ample cleavage. Titflesh bulged upwards with a smooth, round arc before plunging down sharply into a deep, dark abyss. They were big, too. Not quite as big as Lynette's but that was hardly a fair point of comparison. They were still very noticeably larger than her head, without sacrificing any firmness – likely some form of changeling magic.
“Speaking of, someone's enjoying the view,” Golden Shoes interjected with a sly grin. “I would almost feel jealous if I weren't also staring.”
“Eep! Sorry!”
“Pft, it's fine,” Cyanne replied with a dismissive wave. “I want folks to ogle me. And anyway if I'm gonna get stared at, I'd rather it be someone hot.” She grinned, giving Lynette a light jab in her own boobs, eliciting a furious blush from the well-endowed unicorn. Where Cyanne's breasts were almost twice the size of her head, Lynette's were easily twice the size of that. “Hey, speaking of which, my shift's ending soon, wanna head back to my place and have a quick fuck after this?”
Lynette's eyes widened in shock at the blatant proposition. She didn't exactly object to the idea, of course. Her relationship with Golden Shoes had always been an open one, and the two of them had both had their fair share of sexual encounters since getting together properly. But, well, it was the principle of the thing. “Excuse me! My marefriend happens to be sitting right there, I'll have you know!”
“Yeah!” Golden Shoes interjected huffily. “I want a piece of that, too!”
“Goldie!”
Cyanne, for her part, continued to grin eagerly. “Tell you what,” she said, grabbing a napkin and quickly scribbling an address and a phone number before handing it over to Golden Shoes. “Just feel free to drop on by whenever's convenient. Just make sure to call me if you don't work up the courage today so we can work out our schedules. If you're good, I'll even show you an old bit of changeling weight loss magic, since you're apparently lookin' for an easy answer~”
Lynette was, of course, already blushing. But if she hadn't been already, the realization that her attractive waitress had been listening to her complaining about her morbid obesity. “Uh... yeah, thanks,” she muttered, taking the napkin as Cyanne sauntered away with one final “call me” gesture. “Oh my god,” she said as soon as she was sure Cyanne was out of earshot, carefully moving her food out of the way before collapsing face first onto the table. “That was so fucking awkward.”
“Little bit,” Golden Shoes replied, turning the bulk of her attention to her salad. “We're totally tapping that though, right”
“I mean... Yes, but really, we're in public. A little decorum is called for, don't you think?”
“Eat your hayburger, darling.”
Cyanne's apartment was located in a small, out of the way alley in the depths of Canterlot. It wasn't hard to find, but it was definitely out of the way. It was a good thing, Lynette supposed as she pulled out her cell phone and dialled the number Cyanne had given her, that it was her day off. If it weren't, she likely wouldn't have had the time to stop by on her lunch break.
“Oh, you're here? Hold on, I'll buzz you in.”
Lynette suppressed a groan. “I really hope that wasn't a pun.”
“It prolly wasn't a pun,” Goldie responded as a loud, abrasive buzz signified the door unlocking. It took a frustratingly long amount of time for the two to actually make their way to Cyanne's apartment. Lynette couldn't help but feel antsy. It wasn't that she wasn't used to one-night stands – she'd had her fair share, both with and without Goldie's presence.
But usually they weren't with changelings. Maybe it was a bit biased of her, to be fair. But changelings were something that ponies weren't used to, and every other time they'd been even slightly prominent they had been attempting world conquest. To say nothing of their feeding habits. They were an unknown with dangerous tendencies.
Of course, they were also notoriously very good fucks. That was probably the deciding factor, as far as Lynette was concerned. She'd heard numerous stories of exactly what it was like to bed a changeling, and quite frankly she wanted some of that shit.
“Ah, took you long enough. Come on, it couldn't have taken you guys that much longer to finish your meals and find my place than it took for me to get off work and get home.”
“We didn't take that long,” Lynette muttered sullenly.
“It was enough time for me to get off work, get here, change my clothes, and prepare some snacks.”
“Hmph.” Lynette crossed her arms huffily. “You know, if you wanna have a one night stand with me, you could stand to be a bit nicer.”
“Hey, I don't see you leaving.” She was right, of course, but she didn't have to be so smug about it. Lynette huffed again. “Anyway, I believe I promised you some secret Changeling weight loss magic. Guaranteed to work or your money back!”
“I'm not paying you.”
“Figure of speech, hon. Now, off with the clothing. You too, muscles.”
Lynette complied, albeit somewhat reluctantly. She'd been expecting to strip at some point, but Cyanne had turned out to be somewhat more abrasive than she'd initially appeared. It was, she supposed, just a bad first impression. Or second impression, she supposed. Either way, she was only mildly put off by Cyanne coming across as a bit of a bitch. She quickly and unceremoniously removed her clothing – or at least as quickly and unceremoniously as was possible while also making sure to neatly fold them up and put them in a convenient pile for when they were done.
Goldie didn't really bother with that, casually tossing her tank top and sweat pants onto the floor. She had not, unlike Lynette, bothered with a bra. “I figured my tank top did the job well enough,” she explained, shrugging nonchalantly. “And anyway, 's turned out to be convenient, so I'm not gonna complain.” That was the last word on the matter; she slipped out of her tight black boy shorts, discarding them as thoughtlessly as the rest of her clothing.
Lynette rolled her eyes, gently folding her lacy white bra and panties and placing them on top of the pile of clothes. “Aren't you going to strip?” she said to Cyanne, who was still fully clothed and sitting on top of a counter.
“Nah, I figure we can do the weight loss first and then I'll get involved in the fun afterwards. Now come on, stop standing around naked in the grubby entrance hallway, come in! I made tea!”
Cyanne's apartment was... cozy was the nice way of putting it. Too small for three people with proportions as generous as theirs were was a bit more honest. They jostled together uncomfortably as they made their way into the small living room. Cyanne gestured, and the two ponies sat on a couch that was big enough to fit two ponies of normal proportions, but was far too small for Lynette and Goldie. Normally she wouldn't mind being this close to her marefriend, but normally she had a choice in the matter. Her giant tits took up so much space that Goldie was practically sitting on the armrest, while her right boob moulded uncomfortably around her own armrest. It was a profoundly mildly unpleasant experience, and Lynette found herself questioning just how much thought Cyanne had put into this.
Briefly, she considered that perhaps it was just her own inherent biases colouring her perceptions. That consideration was quickly dashed when Cyanne hurried out with a pair of mismatched coffee mugs filled with some kind of hot, steamy liquid that was probably tea. It could have been just that she only owned those particular mugs, of course, but the lack of a mug for herself was somewhat suspicious. What sealed the deal, though, was when Goldie reached for her mug. “Oh! Wait, almost forgot,” Cyanne said, quickly pulling out a small vial filled with a nondescript white powder, sprinkling a bit into the hot liquid. “Sugar?” she explained awkwardly, with a big, insincere grin plastered to her face.
Lynette gave her a good solid Glare, one that years of experience dealing with foals had refined to a degree that Princess Celestia herself would likely relent in the face of it.
“Okay, fine, it's a cock growth potion.”
“Oh, well why didn't you say so in the first place.”
“Huh? Well, uh, normally ponies aren't... really too big on changeling sex magic, you know? At least, not until things get going.” Somehow, Cyanne's awkward, sheepish demeanour seemed more genuine than her earlier behaviour. In spite of herself, Lynette found herself letting her guard down.
“Oh, no, it's fine. I wouldn't have come if I wasn't down for, uh, this kinda thing.”
“Yeah, this won't be the first time I've grown a cock,” Goldie added, eagerly downing the tainted tea. “Oooh, that's nice. Tastes kinda like honey and lemon.”
“That's actually 'cos there's honey and lemon in the tea. The potion's tasteless, so... uh... Well, so ponies don't notice when you spike their drinks with it.” Cyanne coughed sheepishly. “Uh, up until recently, Changelings weren't exactly... public. There's a lotta subterfuge sorta baked into our culture, if that make sense.”
“Well,” Lynette replied, taking a small sip of her tea. “You did tell us what it is, even if it took a little prompting. But you really shouldn't be giving people any kind of transformative potion without asking them, first!” Cyanne winced back slightly, and Lynette realized that she had slipped into teacher mode, scolding a full grown adult like she was a misbehaving teen. “Well, it's no harm no foul,” she added.
“You're not mad, then?”
“Old habits die hard, doubly so if they're on a cultural scale.” Another sip of tea. “Just remember to ask next time. I'm more curious as to how Goldie growing a penis is going to help me lose weight.”
“Well, let's just say that it's gonna have some unique properties. I don't wanna bore you too much with exposition, especially since your marefriend's gonna be growing a dick in like a couple of seconds and we're prolly not gonna have time to explain.”
“Wait, wh-”
Lynette's question was interrupted by a muffled clattering sound from her left as Goldie's mug dropped, bouncing on the carpet and rolling slightly forward before coming to a rest under the coffee table. “Oh fuck, speaking of cocks I think it's kicking iiiinnnnnnnn!”
Goldie's body lurched forward hips-first, thrusting on reflex as her muscles spasmed with pleasure. They weren't alone in that regard, her lower lips spraying an impressive arc of lubricant across the room. The too-small couch beneath them creaked and groaned as Goldie's own not insignificant weight shifted quickly and unexpectedly. The creaking and groaning grew more insistent as Lynette found herself slowly being shoved further to the right by Goldie's thrusting. Any one of them would have been more than the poor seat was ever meant to take – both of their combined weights moving proved too much, and its legs summarily snapped, causing a sudden fall timed almost perfectly with the eruption of a cock from just above Goldie's pussy.
It was approximately three feet long, though that was mostly a guess – Lynette didn't have much experience with estimating sizes. But she had plenty of experiences with cocks, and this one looked to be about the same size as other cocks she'd encountered that she knew to be three feet long. For a more accurate comparison, it was just slightly longer than her arm, from the pit to the tip of her middle finger, which was enough that she could say it was three feet long with confidence. Its chocolatey brown length glistened with moisture. Lynette wasn't sure if it was sweat, leftover femcum, or the copious amounts of precum leaking from its swollen flare.
“You're gonna hafta suck it,” Cyanne interjected.
“Of course I am,” Lynette replied with a sigh of resignation. She attempted to get up, but the force of Goldie's orgasm combined with the couch's collapse had apparently moved and jostled the two of them such that she was thoroughly wedged. “Okay, you know what? Too much effort, I'm just gonna...” Twisting her torso around to face Goldie wasn't much easier than getting up, given that there was quite a lot of flesh between the two of them to get in the way. But it was, at least, possible to do at all. Some deft manoeuvring, along with just a little bit of grabbing and shoving, and they ended up facing each other, torsos twisted and tits pressed together with Goldie's proud member sticking up between them.
“Oh. Oh, fuck, honey, this feels really good.”
“Yeah, well, try and hold it in for a sec.” Lynette removed her glasses, carefully folding the temples back before holding them out to Cyanne. “Here, put these somewhere safe, I'm goin' in.”
“Uh, okay,” Cyanne responded, grabbing the glasses by the bridge. “I'll just go find somewhere outside of the blast radius real quick.”
“Please don't describe it as a blast radius.”
“I dunno, did you see those balls? It's prolly gonna be a blast radius.”
Lynette had seen the balls but had been trying to not think of them. Big, fat globes that put Goldie's chest to shame and indeed maybe even approached the level of her own breasts. Now that she was paying attention to them, she could feel them pressing against her chest. It almost felt like they were undulating, and perhaps even gurgling slightly – which she was fairly sure testicles normally didn't do. “Okay, hold on a second.” She was running low on excuses to delay. Not that Lynette wasn't happy to suck her marefriend's new cock, of course. But it was still bigger than her arm, and though she'd taken as big as it before, it was still slightly intimidating on an instinctual level.
Plus Goldie made the cutest faces when she was trying to hold back an orgasm.
“Honey I really don't think I can hold back any longer,” she practically whined. Her body, just as thoroughly wedged in place as Lynette's, writhed reflexively.
“I said hold on a second, I mean hold on a second.” It wasn't exactly the most comfortable position to suck a cock from. Both mares' torsos were awkwardly bent and twisted at the hips in a just-barely-not-unnatural manner, and her left arm had gotten wedged against the couch by boob. She shuffled just a bit more, drawing a loud groan from Goldie's quivering lips and a spurt of precum that might as well have been just plain old cum-cum given the sheer amount and the force of it. Appreciating the urgency of the situation, she pulled her arm free in one fell swoop, like pulling a bandage off. “Maybe we shoulda done this at my place instead.”
“It's not that bad!” Cyanne said indignantly as she returned from whatever room she had stored the glasses in.
“I know for a fact my apartment is way less cramped than this place is.”
“It's not cramped, it's economical with its space. Besides, I'd have had to swing by and pick up some of the cock growth potion anyway so we might as well do the whole thing here.”
“Yeah, well.” Lynette manoeuvred her arms around the wall and the back of the couch to grasp Goldie's cock where it emerged from their smooshed cleavage and steady it. “You still haven't told me why that's necessary, by the way,” she finished before opening her mouth as wide as she was capable of and darting forward to swallow the flared head – or at least to attempt to. It was quite large, larger than she was used to taking, and it would take a significant amount of effort on her part to get the thing in her mouth. She wasn't exactly physically weak – her chest made up a not insignificant proportion of her two hundred and seventy eight pound bulk and she was perfectly capable of carrying them around on a day-to-day basis. She just lacked endurance. And, more relevantly to this particular case, leverage. She settled, for now, on licking and kissing at it as she attempted to finagle it into her mouth.
“Okay, okay, I'll exposit,” Cyanne replied, rolling her eyes. “But I guarantee it'll be a moodkill-”
She didn't get the chance to actually give an explanation, finding herself interrupted by Goldie deciding that this was all taking far too long. She grabbed the back of Lynette's head and pushed firmly, her flare entering with a wet pop. “Fuuuuuck,” she groaned, pushing down harder as her new cock's hair trigger went off.
Time seemed to slow down, almost coming to a complete stop from Lynette's perspective. Like too many things were happening at once for her brain to properly process them properly, and so her overloaded mind slowly moved through each individual event until it could properly catch up. First came the taste. Overwhelmingly salty, with a bitter, acrid tang characteristic of semen. More, really, than was her experience, perhaps a testament to how virile her marefriend's member was, or perhaps to the strange heightened awareness she found herself experiencing. Goldie's wings flexed in time with her orgasm, spasming wildly and pushing the two mares off balance. The shifting of their considerable weight proved to be too much for what was left of the couch. With a loud, sharp crack, the armrest on Lynette's side broke and both tumbled down onto the floor.
The impact shook Lynette out of her strange, sensory overload-induced reverie. Likely the shock of the fall, however minor it was, had contributed to the return to clarity. But a bigger contributor was the fact that the impact had also forced a good foot of Goldie's cock down her gullet. Goldie, barely missing a beat, crouched on all fours and thrust wildly, in and out of her throat like fucking construction equipment, pounding her way deeper a few inches at a time. She was also, Lynette noted idly, still cumming. A good amount of her output managed to make its way out, spurting from her nostrils or around the cock as it thrust. But there was a lot of it, far too much for all of it to manage to make its way out through those two very tight avenues. The vast majority of it rocketed down her oesophagus and into her stomach.
She could feel her abdomen stretching, swelling, bulging bigger and bigger as more and more of the thick white goop got pumped into her. “Mph!” she grunted around the cock in mild distress. She was trying to lose weight, dammit, and she had seen enough kinky fad diets gone wrong to know that cum was super fattening.
Besides which, fat she may have been, but at least she was fat in the right places god dammit. That was clearly no longer the case. As Goldie finally began to slow down, she flopped over onto her side and her cock slid its way out of Lynette's mouth, still letting out a few stray spurts of cum, and Lynette could see the damage. Her belly was now bigger than her breasts. Both of them. Combined. “Oh my god.”
“Dang, that's a lot. Your marefriend's quite the stud!”
“I thought the point was for me to lose weight.”
“You will, don't worry! Part 'a the potion's effects is that her cum boosts your metabolism by, like, a lot. So you'll put on a bit of weight once you digest that load, but you'll burn it off waaaay quicker than normal. The effects'll last for a few days, so so long as you don't spend the whole time sitting on your butt eating hayburgers you'll lose a buncha weight!” Cyanne grinned confidently, firmly placing her hands on her hips. “Pretty impressive, huh?”
“Oogh,” Lynette replied, focusing more on her attempts to stand. She reached over to the remains of the couch, grabbing the still intact back. “Yeah sure. Ugh, I don't feel so good.”
“That'd be your enhanced metabolism kicking in. Give it a minute and you'll be back to normal mostly probably don't quote me on that but I'm pretty sure!”
“Thanks, you're really boosting my confidence in you.”
“Look, you have my guarantee that this will lose you a buncha weight or your money back!”
“You already made tha-urp.” Lynette could still taste Goldie's orgasm. The aftertaste was almost as strong as the taste-taste, and the series of small burps she found herself making each briefly intensified the flavour. “Ooogh.”
Lynette had been in this exact situation before, numerous times, but had never felt quite like this. She felt nauseous, like – well like she'd stuffed her stomach with far, far beyond what it was capable of handling. Which, if she was honest with herself, was exactly what had happened. It churned and bubbled and boiled, and Lynette wondered if it wasn't thrashing about inside her as a way of venting its frustrations at her for putting it in this situation. And it was vocal about it, too. Groaning and growling and gurgling with a volume her gut had never previously achieved. It was immediately and obviously different from normal. Which, she supposed, made sense. She had very extensive experience with unicorn magic, being a unicorn. But changeling magic was a different matter altogether. This was the first time she'd ever met a changeling, much less experienced changeling magic. It was understandable that the experience was alien to her.
Her overstuffed stomach decided to interrupt her analytical musings by unleashing some of the gas produced by its exuberant activity on her windpipe. She burped again, longer and louder, followed by a hiccup. “Oooh, that probably means it's working I think!”
“I really wish you'd be a bit more – hic! – a bit more confident.” Still, she was suddenly feeling much, much better. Each hiccup lifted just a bit of the pressure, lightening the sensation of fullness ever so slightly. Lynette gave up on her wobbly attempts at standing, and let herself flop backwards onto the floor with a weighty thud. The apartment shook with the force of her bulk – she had already weighed two hundred and seventy eight pounds, and in spite of it being supposed to help her lose weight, the sheer volume of semen that Goldie had deposited directly in her stomach couldn't possibly have made her lighter. She didn't exactly have a scale handy, but she wouldn't have been particularly surprised if it was enough to push her over three hundred.
She groaned weakly and reached over to rub the taut flesh of her swollen gut. She wasn't entirely sure why she did that. Probably an instinctive attempt to settle her upset stomach. Or perhaps she just wanted to feel it. It was firm, almost hard. She was used to being able to slowly sink her hands into soft, pliable flesh – that complete and utter lack of give was about as alien to her as everything else about the situation.
It was big, too. She was about as much of a stranger to being this big as she was to sucking cock, but it was something she'd never really gotten used to. It got to her, probably mostly because the sheer bulk of her stomach was pressing down on her sensitive marehood in a surprisingly pleasant manner. Between that and the tightness, the noises, the lingering nausea, it was very difficult for her to keep her mind on the task at hand. Idly, she moved her hands down in an attempt to relieve some of that pressure.
And immediately regretted it.
Though it felt firm, her stomach was very far from solid. Which didn't surprise her at all, really. The whole reason it was so big was that she'd swallowed quite a lot of cum, and while it was quite viscous it was still very much liquid. No, what caught her off guard was the sloshing. It reminded her very much of a water bed. Steady, so long as you didn't attempt to move, but the instant you did, it set off a chain reaction. Small movement amplified into bigger movement as it went back and forth and back and forth.
It felt surprisingly good.
Lynette's grip on her gut faltered almost instantly, letting her bulky bulge flop back down onto her cunt, with the wet slap of flesh colliding with flesh barely even registering over the sensation. Lynette inhaled, sharply and shallowly, the sudden spike of arousal accompanied with a sudden spike in nausea and an increase in activity from her stomach. “Oh fuck,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“You know, it really should be going faster than this,” Cyanne interjected. That air of confidence that she had exhibited at the cafe – and that had been mostly absent in the comfort of her own home – had returned in full force. “I guess the boosted metabolism hasn't properly kicked in yet. Gonna hafta stimulate the digestion.”
“What – hic! – what's that supposed to mean?”
“It means belly rubs!” Cyanne replied, almost exuberantly. She reached down and hooked her thumbs under the hem of the plain white tee shirt she had elected to use as casual wear. It was, Lynette noted, at least as strained as her maid outfit had been, if not more. Her chest almost seemed to have gotten bigger since she'd last seriously considered its size. She hefted the shirt up and over the massive globes, shiny black flesh slowly coming into view until it cleared her tits entirely and they flopped heavily back down onto her chest, jiggling and undulating with inertia.
Her now unobstructed view of them all but confirmed that they had grown. They hung heavily, reaching to just below her waist, and were noticeably bigger than Lynette's own enormous pair where before the had definitely been smaller. “Oh, these? Uh, I kinda fed on your ambient arousal a little bit while you were sucking dick. You appear to be kinda fattening. Sorry, prolly shoulda mentioned I was gonna do that sooner.”
“No, no, it's fine, I was kinda expecting that. Just, ahn, hurry up.”
“Oh! Right, belly rubs, sorry!” Cyanne stumbled forward awkwardly before reclaiming her cool and making the rest of the short journey elegantly. She knelt down and gently placed her hands on Lynette's overstuffed gut, slowly and rhythmically moving them across the vast expanse of tum.
“Oooh that feels weird,” Lynette forced out through clenched teeth. It was the same sensation as when she'd attempted to move it on her own, only Cyanne didn't hesitate. Cyanne didn't stop once the sloshing started. Cyanne didn't just attempt to relieve the pressure. Her hands darted around the surface, jiggling and pressing and rubbing. Each miniscule motion sent new ripples through the mass of cum in her belly, bouncing and reverberating off of her insides and each other, magnifying and compounding into a cacophony of motion.
The nausea returned with a vengeance, and with it renewed and redoubled arousal. It built and built and built, driving Lynette to the point where she wanted to scream. But when she opened her mouth all that came out was a low groan followed by another long, wet belch. She attempted to follow it up by telling Cyanne that she appeared to just be making the indigestion worse, but all she could manage was a series of hiccups and a few more burps, the taste of cum wafting through her mouth with every sharp exhalation. Her breaths came faster and faster in between hiccups as she felt the orgasm building in her loins.
With a loud moan, interspersed with more hiccups, Lynette came. And each hiccup and burp released just a little bit more of that pressure, slowly at first, in stuttering jolts, but more and smoother until it was one steady flow. She could feel her belly shrinking, slowly and steadily, Cyanne's hands closed in on each other as she had less and less space to work with.
And while her belly shrank, the rest of her grew. Her breasts rose in a steady arc, taking up more and more of her vision in spite of no longer having her gravid gut to support them. She could feel her body rising higher and higher on the wall as her ass got even fatter than it already was. She should, she supposed, have been furious. She was trying to lose weight, not put it on. But, quite frankly, she didn't give a fuck. It wasn't like she'd been all that invested in the whole weight loss thing in the first place, and anyway growing just felt so fucking good.
“There, see? Toldja it'd work. You're gonna get a little fat in the short term, but you'll be able to work that off really easy and the effects will last for a good week or so!” Cyanne hefted herself upwards until she was face to face with Lynette. Their breasts squished together, mashing and deforming from the pressure of Cyanne's bodyweight. “Or, uh, a lotta weight in the short term. Wow.” Lynette's breasts had grown significantly. If she were standing up – if it were even possible for her to stand up anymore, given her proportions – they likely would have reached the ground. It was absolutely unquestionable that of the two, hers were by far bigger. Her ass, likewise, had grown enough to add several feet of padding. “Okay, I think I might have discovered a flaw in my otherwise brilliant plan.”
“Shut up and suck my tits.”
“Huh?”
Lynette didn't have the patience to clarify, preferring to roughly shove Cyanne in the obvious direction before grabbing her by the back of the head and pressing her face into the rough location of her nipple. “Mnf!?” was about all that Cyanne could manage to say considering her position – opening her mouth turned out to have been an extremely poor decision on her part, as it only served to allow even more of Lynette's copious titflesh in, including what felt like it was probably her nipple. She struggled in an attempt to escape, and failed miserably. Lynette was clearly much stronger than she looked, probably the result of hauling tits as enormous as hers had been before they'd gotten bigger around all the time. Or, Cyanne realized with a mounting sense of dread, possibly as a side-effect of her enhanced metabolism. It was entirely within the realm of possibility that in addition to increasing the rate at which she burned fat, the magic had also increased the rate at which she built muscle. Cyanne wasn't exactly an expert.
Regardless, any hopes that she might have had of escape were very quickly dashed when Lynette shifted her weight and rolled forward. Cyanne wasn't really capable of putting up much resistance as she found herself very thoroughly pinned beneath Lynette's considerable bulk. She briefly worried about the distinct possibility of suffocation, but quickly decided that fuck it, she'd probably survive and god damn if it wasn't worth it. Struggling was pointless and she wasn't particularly interested in escape anyway, so she merely shrugged as best as was possible underneath at least four hundred pounds of titflesh and got to work on sucking.
“Fuck yeah! That's what I'm fuckin' talking about!” Lynette bucked and writhed on top of Cyanne, at least as much as she was capable of given how much of her was currently boobs and butt. Almost certainly most of it. “Hey, Goldie, get over here and fuck me already!”
“I thought you’d never ask, babe.” Goldie pulled herself to her feet. She’d taken the opportunity afforded by Lynette’s sudden growth spurt and Cyanne’s more active involvement to take a bit of a rest, but she was already more than ready for a second round. Carefully, she manoeuvred her way around the remaining intact furniture, making her way to where her marefriend was crushing Cyanne with tits. Her cock was still three feet long, still rock hard, still very much ready to go. “You’re, uh, gonna hafta turn around first. I’m definitely not fitting behind you, ‘least not with enough leeway to fuck you properly.”
“Oh! Uh, hold on a second. Lemme just-” Getting up and moving proved easier than Lynette had expected. The primary difficulty wasn’t the weight of her new assets – rather, it was their sheer size combined with the cramped space of the apartment. The extreme change in her centre of gravity also made balancing difficult, but thankfully she didn’t need to move particularly far.
Cyanne took the brief opportunity afforded by Lynette getting up to take a big, deep breath. She was fairly sure it would be a while before her next proper opportunity. And, while Changelings could go much longer without breathing than ponies, it was better safe than sorry. She braced herself, for the inevitable, and with a loud thud, Lynette came crashing down ass-first on her face. Cyanne promptly reached up and grabbed Lynette’s cheeks.
Lynette quickly adjusted her position, lifting her gigantic ass up and forward to give Goldie access to the main event. She reached back, letting her gigantic breasts support her while she used her hands to spread her asscheeks open – with some help from Cyanne.
“There we go,” Goldie replied with a grin, carefully positioning herself. Neither bothered exchanging any further dialogue. There was no need for words, and no reason to delay it any longer. Goldie reached forward and grabbed Lynette’s ass with one hand, steadied her cock with the other, and then plunged forward. It slid all the way to the hilt with ease, like a custom-fitted glove.
Cyanne continued to grope and squeeze, but she was feeling like a bit of a third wheel. Which, she supposed, was entirely fair. She was the outsider in this relationship. It wasn't horribly unreasonable for these two strangers to forget about her entirely, though she wasn't entirely pleased by that fact. She wasn't entirely without options for participating in the fun, of course, though her mobility at least was sorely limited. Her hands were still free, which was something, but she didn’t have much in the way of wiggle room. There was exactly enough slack that she could just barely reach the edges of Lynette’s cutie mark. It was good enough for now, but she wanted more, dammit. But, at least for the moment, all she could do was wait. Likely not for too long – she had a trick up her sleeve.
After all, the results of a plain old blowjob had left Cyanne with tits that reached her crotch. And this was so much more than just a blowjob. Content with being a more passive participant for now, she squeezed and groped and fed.
It was difficult for Lynette to even register Cyanne’s contributions once Goldie started to thrust. She felt bad about it, really. But, well, Goldie was a much more pressing concern at the moment. She wasn't bothering with slow buildup, instead preferring to dive right into the deep end. She pulled herself almost all the way out and then thrust in to the hilt again, out and in and in and out, not speeding up because she was already going all out. It was entirely understandable, really, that it took more of her attention than Cyanne.
Almost, but not quite. Which is why it took her a moment to notice her body had once again began to rise up, up, up. This time it wasn't the result of her growing – she had finished digesting Goldie's first load and the second one hadn't happened yet, and anyway she was fairly sure she wouldn’t be digesting this second load, considering. It took a moment for her mind to make the connection, at which point the increased height of her cunt had begun to give Goldie difficulty in burying herself to the hilt, but eventually she remembered Cyanne consuming their ambient lust and the effects on her body.
“Woah!” Goldie and Lynette exclaimed in unison as their bodies slid forward, Cyanne’s rapidly expanding breasts lifting them upwards and displacing Lynette’s suddenly much smaller pair.
“Ah, there we g-ack! Get your fucking balls out of my face!”
“You get your face out of my balls!” Goldie snapped back, struggling to continue thrusting away with the significantly decreased leverage her new position gave her. She found herself wedged between Lynette’s ass, draped over her back with Lynette’s tits conveniently within reach. “Hey, by the way, how long does Little Goldie stick around? I wanna try sucking myself off.”
“Like three or four hours. You've got plenty of time, trust me,” Cyanne replied somewhat tersely. “Anyway, if you're not gonna get your balls off of my face then I'm just gonna hafta take advantage of my superior position.”
Goldie rolled her eyes in response. “Doesn't seem all that superior to me, you could barely move untiiiiiiiiaaaahnnnnn~” Whatever it was that Goldie had meant to say was cut off by Cyanne demonstrating that in addition to freeing her face, the change in position had also freed her arms by grabbing either side of Goldie's balls and pressing them together. Something very big and wet worked its way up along the cleft of her testicles, poking and prodding at her moist entrance.
Golden Shoes was no stranger to having a dick. When you're dating a unicorn you try all kinds of kinky magic shit. Likewise, she’d gotten her balls squeezed before. But, then, she’d never had balls quite this big before. Bigger than Lynette's breasts were normally, and given the other events of the afternoon it wouldn't have surprised her if they'd gotten bigger over the course. Celestia knew everything else had. And she certainly wasn’t used to fucking someone, getting her balls squeezed, and having a very long tongue eagerly slide its way into her own box at the same time.
Goldie didn't have much more time than that to dwell on the details. That full feeling from Cyanne’s tongue, the tightness of Lynette's cunt, her balls getting massaged, and the fact that she was honestly on a hair trigger anyway sent her careening past the point of no return. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuuuck,” she groaned as she came.
“Yessssss, cum for me. Feed me moooooooore,” Cyanne cooed. She could feel the sudden flood of emotions. Love and lust and orgasmic pleasure, in copious amounts, flowing into her body. It had been a while since she'd had a meal quite this good.
And it was only going to get better. Lynette could also feel copious amounts of something flowing into her body, though hers was a bit more tangible, and it was enough to push her over the edge of her own climax and also to once again begin to lift her body up. Her belly inflated like a fucking balloon, raising her body up and up and up. Goldie’s first orgasm had been insanely productive in its own right, but this one was much moreso. Within moments, her already chubby tummy had turned into a gravid gut that put her tits to shame – and this time her tits were significantly more impressive than they had been the last time. Adding in the boost that Cyanne's own growing breasts provided significant height, Goldie very quickly found her back colliding with the ceiling. She could feel herself slowly being enveloped within soft, sloshing gut.
Thankfully, as if some higher power were listening, Goldie had already begun to slow down by that point, and stopped before any real damage was done to either her or the building. The same could not be said for Cyanne's furniture, though, and it was very likely that the walls were also seriously damaged. “Holy shit.”
“You're telling me.”
“I, uh, hope you're insured against Act of Sex.”
“Oh, yeah, no, don't worry about that. This isn't the first time this has happened.”
“Okay good. Next question; how do we fit through the door.”
“I dunno, that's your problem not mine.”
Lynette was mostly content to ignore the ensuing bickering. She was more interested in basking in the afterglow. She felt good, and she felt big. Which, now that she'd calmed down a bit, was probably not actually a good thing. She was, after all, attempting to lose weight. And, while Cyanne's magic had definitely demonstrated itself to have worked in at least one aspect, she wasn't still entirely sure the weight loss half of the equation was anything more than a lie to get her through the doorway. And even if it wasn't, there had already been several unexpected side-effects, she mused.
Right now, she didn't really care. She was more interested in the loud, wet, and very familiar gurgles coming from her gut. She remembered them very vividly, though she wasn’t entirely sure how she was digesting anything, given none of it was in her stomach. But, frankly, she also didn’t really care. Just like the last time, it felt really fucking good. Slowly, her stomach began to deflate while the rest of her began to slowly inflate. Her hips widened, her ass expanded, and her breasts filled and filled and filled until they couldn’t contain any more and began leaking thick, creamy milk all over Cyanne. She smiled dumbly, content to revel in the sensation of getting bigger. There was still a small part of her concerned with the effect this would have on her diet, but that part could suck it.
This counted as her cheat day, as far as she was concerned.
