Author's Note

When Withania met Floaty, he caught her sporting quite a big belly. She quickly discovered that he wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up tight in all that soft.

Contains belly hugging and navel vore. Probably better described as endosomophilia, as there is no digestion involved, the navel is treated essentially as hammer-space here. A gift for Floaty my Boaty because he's a total sweetheart and wanted to know what a commissioned story might look like.

10. Floaty (F/m Navel Vore/Endo)

“Withania? Hello? It’s Floaty - I hope I’m not too early?”

A light-brown earth pony wandered between the colourful aisles of Withania’s garden, looking for the gardener herself. It was cool and quiet, except for the rustle of leaves and the faint chirp of birds in the distance. To his left, the smooth glass panels of a large greenhouse rose up out for the greenery, framed by weathered metal flashing. Floaty tip-toed around to the front of the greenhouse, and pulled the sliding door open.

A wave of heat and humidity washed over him, instantly making his black mane feel heavier than before. The greenhouse bore a smell of exotic flowers and something sweeter, something more alluring. There were more aisles of trestle tables supporting racks and shelves of plants and saplings and hydroponics alike - but Floaty’s gaze was drawn instantly to the side of the room where a workbench bore the tools, books, and paraphernalia of a botanist. Sitting on the floor with her back against the workbench was a green mare with a terracotta mane - and an enormous belly sagging between her spread hind legs. Several large bottles were scattered around her, glistening with a golden substance that filled the air with that lurid sweet scent.

Hearing the door open, Withania glanced up, looking like a teenager caught, her hooves quickly moving off of her curvaceous belly down to her sides - not that it was actually possible to hide her current disposition.

“Oh! Uh… Hi Floaty, I uh, didn’t hear the back gate…”

“Umm, sorry to barge in - is this a bad time?”

“Of course not! I mean, well… I had this nectar from some guests saved up, and I kinda wondered what would happen if I just drank it all, right? And well, y’know, a girl’s gotta store it somewhere, right?” Withania explained, wrapping her forelegs around the huge beach ball of her midriff and squeezing it gently. Truth be told, she had entirely forgotten that Floaty had an appointment to see her about legitimate business and she was mortified that she had picked this afternoon of all times to suddenly get kinky with her less legitimate business. However, as she caught eyes with Floaty she could see a blush on his cheeks - or at least where his long fringe didn’t cover his face - and she saw the unmistakable gaze of a pony who liked what they were seeing.

“Do you want to come and see?” she asked, her voice suddenly switching from flustered to seductive. Floaty didn’t answer, but found his legs shuffling across the flagstones toward the big round mare of their own accord.

As he arrived, he was able to better see the full extent of her size. Her weight was slowly distributing across her body, but was mostly located around her middle, with her chest giving way to an invitingly soft-looking belly that curved up and over, down to a tuck at her midriff where her belly button was concealed within. The mountainous tummy continued back out and over her spread thighs, practically pinning her in place. She held out one hoof, and as Floaty took it, she pulled him closer, and placed his hoof on her curves, inviting him to explore by touch as well as by eye.

His hoof indented into her plush body as if she were stuffed full of cookie dough, firm, but malleable. Without further hesitation, Floaty moved in front of her to get both his forehooves into use, feeling out her circumference to its fullest. His hooves moved outwards, around to her flanks, until he was leaning into her with his face resting on the crest of that glorious mound. She didn’t breathe, but as Floaty pressed his cheek and ear into her soft mass, he could hear spongy noise from inside her, as her body soaked up all the liquid she’d consumed and seemed to be turning it into more soft pounds by the second. He gave a gentle squeeze, and was almost startled by the feel of Withania wrapping her own forelegs around his back to pull him in closer.

Floaty’s entire chest and forelegs were pressed into Withania’s enormous belly now, sensing every slight movement and noise from inside her, sighing at the unique comfort that no pillow nor mattress could possibly match up to. He gently lifted a little, testing her weight. He couldn’t possibly move her, but the sensation of her wonderful tummy settling again in his grasp was relaxing, the slight coo from the mare soothing to his mind as well as his body. He slowly moved down her belly, rubbing against the smooth fuzz that covered it like the skin of a peach, letting it dominate his vision and his entire world until he reached her navel. Here, a triangular inset concealed her center, a smooth and inviting divot that he couldn’t help but push his muzzle into until he felt the soft plush wall of flesh up against his entire face.

Withania had been watching him silently, letting the smaller pony wander and explore her body at will. It was exciting, flattering, calming to feel him hug and press himself against her. He seemed to have no other objective than simply to maximise the contact between them, to have as much of his little self pressed up against her larger self as he could, and that spoke to her.

Floaty nuzzled into her belly, finding no limit to how deep it seemed to go, before suddenly wondering if he was going too far. He stopped for a moment as if he were going to back out again, but before he could even consider that, Withania’s hoof descended down to the back of his head and firmly pushed him deeper inside!

“Don’t be shy now, I think there’s definitely room for you in there,” she cooed.

No sooner had she absently shoved his head into her navel, Withania suddenly moved her hooves away again, thinking she’d gone too far. She expected him to recoil and fall back, yet he didn’t. In fact, his hind hooves braced against her thighs and he gave himself a good push further into the soft expanse surrounding him.

“Oh my, you like this huh? This tum’s my place, but you can come in too… if you’d like… Let’s see if I can help a little!”

Biting her lip slightly, Withania’s hooves crept up behind her guest again, finding purchase behind his shoulders and assisted his body into her own. Quite where he was going she wasn’t sure, but her belly felt like a heavy and infinitely soft balloon that she was pressing around his form. His gentle struggles kneaded and massaged areas she didn’t even know existed, let alone could reach. She needed more of this - she needed to absorb every part of him that she could. Scooting her well-padded, and still expanding rump forward a little, she leaned back and lifted Floaty’s flanks up. Like a sugar cube sinking into frothy cappuccino, Floaty slipped deeper into her belly, his weight moving into her centre of gravity, his freedom surrendering to her.

Inside, Floaty found himself enclosed in her smooth and soft mass. It felt like forcing himself into the centre of a stretchy bean bag, except the hollow space seemed to form around him, almost pulling him in instead of trying to push him back out. The weight of the top-half of Withania’s belly settled over him like a warm marshmallow, holding him firmly in place up to his hips while his upper body curled up inside her. It was surprisingly cool, almost refreshing, as if her belly was the cold side of a pillow that didn’t heat up within moments of being turned over. And then with a lurch, Floaty felt a surge of motion as Withania laboriously stood up.

“Hoooo, here we go!” she grunted, “Let’s take this ride for a spin together, shall we?”

The feeling of Floaty’s modest weight slipping into her middle was enticing Withania to explore these new sensations further. With some difficulty, she hauled herself up off of the ground with her forelegs braced on the workbench behind her until she was standing up on her hind legs. She couldn’t drop to all fours in her present state for fear of dislodging her passenger, but from this vantage point, her belly sagged gloriously out in front of her, complete with the twitching flanks and tail of Floaty. Feeling out her balance, she stepped forward from the workbench to the next table in the middle aisles of the greenhouse. Her belly swayed with her movement, Floaty swaying inside with her, a heavy mass of inertia that carried her almost off-balance, but she pirouetted around on one hoof and caught herself against the table again.

Floaty felt weightless, suspended in his soft prison as it moved around with him inside, jiggling as Withania stepped from one hoof to the other. It felt like being inside an exercise ball, being part of the ball, only the ball was Withania’s wonderfully soft and cozy belly, and she was keeping him safely tucked away inside to knead all her excess water weight into soft and fluffy pudge. He wanted to go deeper, but his hind legs peddled empty air, finding no purchase to push himself all the way in. The deep ambience inside her was smothering him in tranquility, the outside world far away through a thick layer of navel that wanted to hold onto him.

Withania wanted nothing more than to assist his goal, but she couldn’t reach around her middle anymore. Looking around for inspiration, she spotted the sliding glass doors. She could make it. Pushing off from the trestle tables with a creak of protest, she waddled across the greenhouse on her hind legs, feeling tall and commanding in height. She had to lean back to offset her immense centre of gravity, but she quickly built up a rhythm, taking steps in time with the swaying of her huge tum like a waltz with Floaty as her dance partner. Hooves outstretched, she reached the greenhouse doors, and with a lustful lick of her lips, she pressed her belly up against the cool glass. Or rather, she pressed Floaty’s rump against the glass. With her weight applied in full, the little pony was easily pressed deeper into the mallowy wrap of her navel.

“It must be so soft in there, I can feel you pressing into me, like a little hug that I can carry around, it’s lovely…”

Floaty gratefully curled himself up as he felt his flanks pushed inside, his occupancy now complete. Withania’s belly was all around him, the weight pressing in from all sides not forcefully, but enough to form around his shape, as if he were packaged up for delicate storage inside her. He didn’t know where she was in the room anymore, what direction she was facing, or even if he was the right way up. The gentle compression on all sides rendered him helpless in total and absolute comfort. Her sways and turns pressed into him on this side and that like a gentle massage, while his own body did the same to her. A unique cooperative effort in bonding that was equally rewarding for them both.

Withania stepped back from the door to admire her handiwork. In the reflection she could see her gloriously enlarged body on full display, reared up like a bipedal, belly out for the world to see, and the neatest little hooves of her newest guest just sticking out from her belly button like a plug. She blushed at the thought of being seen like this. Big, large and in charge, all on-lookers being able to see that she had someone curled up in that huge belly, secure and safe inside.

She walked back over to her work bench with an exaggerated stride, turning left and right, swishing her tail behind her as she went. As devious as it was to keep Floaty’s little hooves on show, she couldn’t resist finish the job entirely. She wrapped her forelegs around her enormous belly on both sides and lifted as best she could. When she let go, a jiggle rippled up and down her with the most intimate shudder of delight, and with a soft bloop, she felt her belly button settle and the last traces of Floaty slipped into her interior abyss.

Floaty was locked inside her now until she saw fit to release him, and he couldn’t be happier. There was no safer place for him to be, wrapped up deep inside a beautiful mare where he would never come to harm. The gentle noises of her body serenaded him, as did her little coos of pleasure, and the occasional poke of her hooves exploring the firm bulge of his body under her layers of padding. He could not have dreamed of a better afternoon, never having believed that he could get as lucky as this with the gardener mare.

“Well Floaty,” she said, leaning back against the bench and rubbing her curves all over, “I hope you had nowhere else to be today, because you’re much too comfortable for me to give up. In fact, I might just clear my schedule for tomorrow as well, and keep you tucked away in there for the rest of the weekend. What do you say?”

Floaty wriggled in response. A wordless answer, but one that Withania understood without hesitation. A good host could always sense the comfort of their guests, and Floaty was now staying in the best room she had to offer.