The King's Spoils

It wasn’t that long of a walk, to be honest, and it’s not like he was out of shape or anything. No, it should’ve been perfectly reasonable, the only problem was all the damn stairs. Six flights, seven, and then finally the stallion topped the eighth flight, taking a moment on the landing to lean against the rail and catch his breath. Ferrous was a fairly mild mannered fellow, but sweet Faust did he hate stairs. It didn’t help that he had never even been in a building with more than two floors growing up, and now that he was here, he had to go up and down these infernal things an ungodly number of times every single day. For right now, however, the view from the top balcony of his Curia Julia was more than worth it.

Ferrous slowly strode out onto the hanging terrace, a soft smile growing over his features. The capital was beautiful this time of year, the trees lining the streets an amalgam of autumn reds and yellows with the last vestiges of their lush summer greens. An early morning haze muted the sky as the rising sunlight burned through the mist, turning the whole world a comfortably soft orange. A small breeze ruffled the stallion’s bangs, bringing with it the wonderful aromas of baking breads and grilling fish as the vendors in the bazaar below prepared for a day of business. He could feel the slightest hint of a chill in the dawn air, a reminder than in only a few weeks the cold winds of the north would creep south and fall would grip them tightly, bringing with it snow and hard times for everybody. But for now, the temperature was damn near perfect, and living was easy.

Ferrus leaned against the decorative banner, watching as his ponies walked about near ninety feet below, looking like thousands of marching ants as they went about their lives. If he had his druthers, Ferrous would spend his entire day up here, watching out over his city, relaxing in the cool, fresh air. But alas, he had duties too, and the representatives wouldn’t be happy if he was late to court. Sighing, The stallion propped himself back upright and once again walked down the accursed stairs, though going down was always better than going up. Stopping into to his personal quarters, he found his way into the bathroom and walked up to face the full body mirror, inspecting his form.

Ferrous was a stallion of average build and height, standing no higher than six feet. He exercised when he could, and that was enough to keep slim and toned, but by no means was he excessively muscular. His brown fur was somewhat thicker than average, a trait he associated with having been born in the cold northern reaches of the Equestrian Wastes. A feathery black mane ran down to his shoulders, decorative beads of obsidian and turquoise having been braided into a strand hanging down the left side of his face, denoting his status as the Cesar of his empire. He ran his fingers through the fluff growing under his chin, wishing he had more time to shave.

Turning away from the mirror, Ferrous decided he would take a quick bath before having breakfast, something he wasn’t able to do as much as he would like, much to the chagrin of his maids. Turning on the faucet, he carefully disrobed as the tub filled with warm water, making sure not to dent the ridiculously expensive regalia. Solid gold gauntlets, a sash woven with rubies and mother of pearl, and a crown embedded with diamonds and engraved with heroic scenes of battle. To be honest, he felt it was all a bit excessive, but the representatives insisted it instilled a sense of confidence in his citizens, that their leader was strong and noble. Bunch of bs in his opinion, but it wasn’t worth fighting. As he removed his leather trousers, he exposed his cutie marks, a simple image of a lump of iron ore with a pickaxe plastered to each of his slim hips.

Once the bath was filled satisfactorily, Ferrous slowly slipped below the water, his tight muscles immediately relaxing. As hard as he tried to expedite the process, he just couldn’t bring himself to start washing, completely entranced by the heavenly warmth. Maybe they could wait for just a bit.

For over two hundred years after the fall of the megaspells, the Northeast stretches of Equestria remained largely untamed and unorganized. The largest settlements were coastal fishing villages with perhaps a dozen ramshackle buildings, and maybe fifty ponies living in them. Any further inland and the best semblance of civilization you might come across would be a small family farm, or a trading outpost. The biggest populations in these harsh lands were raiders, supermutants, and the irradiated animals that called this barren wilderness home.

And then, one day, a shining light of hope burst into being, illuminating the shadows that had swallowed the land for hundreds of years. An army appeared, enormous stallions with matching armor and armed to the teeth, and began to fight against the forces that had oppressed and stifled growth in the region. Nopony knew where they came from, or why they appeared to all be completely identical, with stark white fur, bright blue eyes, golden manes and no cutie marks to speak of. And really, nopony cared. All they needed to know was that somepony, anypony, was willing to help them. Soon, a brown, black haired earth pony, calling himself the General of this clone army, began to travel from farm to farm, asking to make a deal. Donate food to the cause, and be personally protected against future attack. The alliance spread wherever they went, families practically tripping over themselves to join and ensure their safety. As the army grew and the threat of attack diminished, more and more ponies began to migrate north, eager to make a life for themselves under the protection of the burly soldiers.

As the population grew, towns were built, which soon became villages. Small, subsistence farms became vast plantations, turning much of the irradiated waste into lush, fertile countryside. Amongst the villages, five cities were constructed, spaced out evenly across the territory. The surrounding villages and towns were incorporated into districts, with each city acting as the central government of each district, as well as giving each district its name.

To the east, there were two coastal districts that provided seafood for the rest of the empire. Piscariam Boreus, in the North, braved ice flows all year long that drifted down from the Frozen Barrier, a place where the sea ice never melted, and the harsh mountains kept even the bravest explorers from finding what lay behind them. Ancient stories tell of a gleaming empire nestled in the cold wastes, but the truth has been lost to time. While Piscariam Boreus specialized in large coldwater fish such as tuna and cod, the warmer waters off of Piscariam Australis brought in a plethora of shellfish, smaller fish like haddock and sardines, and even kelp. To the west was the enormous district of Villa Primus that stretched the entire length of the empire, top to bottom. Hay, carrots, razorgrain, corn, and more were grown in soil made fertile through a long and arduous effort of mages and farmers alike to purge the regolith of persisting thaumaturgic radiation. In the Southern reaches of the district, mutfruit fields, tato vineyards, and tarberry bogs provided the empire with the freshest fruits in the wasteland.

In the central north lay the largely unorganized district of Vocivus. Stark, rocky hills, arid heaths, and harsh weather had kept progress slow here, and the number of citizens living here were small. Vocivus was the smallest of the five cities. The empty tracts had allowed small groups of both raiders and supermutants to survive in areas of this district, though the expeditionary corps ran multiple hunting parties through known hotspots each day, whittling down their numbers.

And in the central south lay the capital district of Praetorius. By far the most populated district, ponies from all walks of life came to the capital to try and make something of themselves. Merchants, vendors and traders, bankers, teachers, there was a job for anypony willing to work. The capital city was a shining beacon of civilization, and in its center was the Palace, the Curia Julia, the seat of government for the empire. As well as acting as the home of the Cesar, the Curia was where five representatives from each district went to vote on laws, assign and distribute resources, and in general decide the direction of the nation. That such order, organization, and overall, peace could exist in a place as dark and violent as the Equestrian Wasteland was remarkable. And Ferrous could never have accomplished it without the help of a very special friend.

Ferrous watched through the window of his chariot as the countryside slowly rolled by. His head would bounce with every bump in the cobble road, annoying him to no end. Heaving a sigh, the stallion calmed his beligured mind, reminding himself that there was only one checkpoint to go before they reached their destination. Reaching his head out of the window, Ferrous looked forward, towards the pair of enormous, brawny clones pulling the cart. “How ya holding up?” he called to them.

“Just fine, sir,” the closest one replied. They were never much for conversation, but that didn’t keep Ferrous from checking up on them from time to time, he did care for them after all. They were currently heading south, and were finally nearing the border of the empire. They had been traveling for nearly five days straight, and Ferrous was itching to get to his destination.

After another three hours of bumpy riding, it had finally come into view. A vast complex of metal and concrete, hexagonal in shape, with each side stretching hundreds of meters across. Each of the three floors were lined with small windows, and the roof was segmented into defensive battlements, auto turrets and big, mean looking cannons pointing out over the flat, dusty landscape.

The entourage approached the military checkpoint situated about 300 meters from the entrance to the complex, a trio of identical stallions standing guard in front of a large gate. To either side of the gate, and electrified fence stretched as far as Ferrous cared to see. After a quick exchange of papers, the chariot was pulled through the guard station and began its final approach. This was it, the Seminarium. The place where his look-alike soldiers were made.

Upon entering, Ferrous immediately made for the westernmost section of the building, not needing any guide or escort. He knew this place like the back of his hand, he did orchestrate its construction after all. It was separated into four sections: living quarters to the west, mess hall to the south, a large open air training yard in the center of the complex, and the classrooms to the east, with the northern section being reserved for administrative offices. As Ferrous walked through the large hallways, he passed multiple troops of young clones of varying ages, each lead by an adult drill sergeant. He continued on until he reached the living quarters, making his way into the general recreation room. He pushed open the double doors and stopped, smiling at the sight waiting for him, doing nothing to try and hide the tent slowly growing under the leather coverings of his trousers.

Before him was a large, open plan room filled with toys and activities suited to young colts, too young to begin training. Colored blocks, wooden guns, foam swords, and more were being played with by hundreds of colts as they ran around and enjoyed themselves. But that wasn’t what was making Ferrous excited. No, what was getting him hot and bothered was the dozens of mares that also populated the room, each one minding her own group of colts.

Due to the shear number of clones that were being produced every year, Ferrous had found himself in a dire logistics problem. Despite their accelerated growth, with development from infant to a maturity level about equivalent to 25 years of age, after which they slow to the normal rate of a pony, taking about a year, there were too many being produced for him to take care of by himself. Not long after his empire began to take shape, Ferrous developed a solution for this particular problem. He had put together a team of ponies, mostly newly accepted citizens with a high level of education, to create a kind of secret service. Agents would go about seemingly normal lives, while simultaneously being on the lookout for young mares that displayed attributes, both physical qualities and mental disposition, that would make them the best caregivers he could get. These young mares would be lead out away from their villages, usually with an invite to work at the capital, and while en route they would be captured, brought in to a secret government facility for “capitulation training”, and then be exported to the Seminarium. As bad as it sounds, it usually wouldn’t take too much convincing. In fact, once it was explained to them what they were expected to do, as well as the benefits that they would be entitled too, many mares accepted the position willingly.

Once they arrived at the complex, these mares were developed into proper caretakers. As well as formal training, their bodies had to be improved so as to be able to provide for the colts under their supervision. To accomplish this, in addition to an extravagant and all-you-can-eat diet, part of the incentives to keep the mares happy, they were required to maintain a consistent intake of milk from Subject-01, known colloquially amongst themselves as “ambrosia”. This milk was what allowed the entire operation to take place. When consumed by the clones, it was responsible for the intense age acceleration they experienced. The only problem was that, as production of clones increased, the source of this strange milk began to struggle to create enough to satisfy the needs of the facility.

This was where the caretakers came in. As they drank, it changed them. Their bodies began to hold on to calories to an extent that Ferrous’ scientists had only seen once before, causing them to gain large amounts of weight extraordinary quickly. It also stimulated their mammary glands, causing them to produce bountiful quantities of milk themselves. And not only did they make enough milk to feed the hordes of new clones, the milk they produced had the exact same effects as the ambrosia they were fed.

The result of all of this was what Ferrous was ogling at this this moment: a room full of obese mares, ranging from “extremely fat”, to “how the hell can you even move?”, all with bean bag chair sized breasts resting atop their big, flabby bellies. Despiste their size, all of the mare’s chests were round and full, and barely sagged at all, their fullness keeping their shape and causing them to slosh with every movement. Most were occupied with a group of the little boys, trying to keep them from hurting themselves as they played. Almost all of them had a colt suckling at each tit, greedily gulping down the fresh milk they needed to develop.

Ferrous greeted the mares as he walked through the room, giving a wave and a quick hello to anypony who would acknowledge him. The newest additions would always keep their heads down and pretend not to see him, still too shy to even look at him. It was okay, though. He certainly wasn’t offended, and they would get used to him over time, they always did. He continued on his course until he came across a very familiar figure lumbering away from him, making her way around the groups of colts.

Most of what he could see was simply a gray furred ass rolling and creasing with every step as the mare waddled toward the back of the room. Now, fat asses aren’t a distinguishing trait in the Seminarium. Every mare there would easily outclass such a description. This one, however, put all the others to shame. The shear size of this mare’s butt left Ferrous absolutely enamored, her rump swelling outward to create a massive shelf swinging and bouncing behind her. Her hips flared out so as to make her every bit as wide as she was tall, while her cutie marks, what looked like a collection of small pebbles, were distorted as they stretched across their massive canvases. Each thigh was far bigger than any tree trunk Ferrous had seen, eternally squashed together and rubbing against one another as she shuffled along. The fat on her legs continued down to her calves, encasing her legs in a sheath of lard with only her modestly sized feet poking out. The top swell of her ass pushed into the fat halfway up her back, obscuring most of her torso from Ferrous’ view, each enormous cheek containing twice as much mass as the entirety of Ferrous himself. Yes, he knew this figure very well. She was one of the very first caretakers, and by far his favorite.

He sneakily moved up behind her, making sure not to make too much noise on the cracked linoleum flooring. As he slowly followed her, Ferrous took a moment to just watched her rump move, trembling violently with every step the huge mare took. Her light gray coat shined brilliantly in the bright lights, making her big naked body practically glow. Past a certain point, all the mares in the Seminarium decided to go naked full time. It simply wasn’t worth getting new clothing when they knew they were only going to tear it to shreds in couple weeks anyway. And this mare, a unicorn named Rockslide, had reached that point years ago.

Getting a devilish idea, Ferrous wound his open hand back, and with as much force as he could muster, drove it down into the cheek closest to him. The impact crater that formed sunk nearly half a foot into the soft, yielding flesh, sending ripples across the sea of fat that was her butt, the shock waves jiggling the titanic cheeks like gelatin. The loud slap reverberated through the room like a gunshot, silencing the horde of children and drawing all eyes on the pair. After a moment, however, everypony went back to what they were doing and the incomprehensible drone of excited squealing picked back up.

“Alright,” the big mare said, drawing Ferrous’ attention away from the mountainous rump and towards the back of her head, “whose the wiseguy?” The mare said in lighthearted tone as she began the process of turning her humongous body around. The amount of fat on her legs forced her to take tiny steps, lest she risk toppling over in a heap of flab. As she slowly turned around, Ferrous got a great view of what her butt had been hiding from him. The mare’s belly was incredibly big, an apron of fat hanging just above her knees, keeping her decent by completely covering her genitals. Her belly button was cavernous, and her arms were swollen into near uselessness, resting on her pillowy belly as they were too heavy for her to use for long. Once she had turned enough so as to see who it was that had slapped her ass into next week, Rockslide’s face immediately brightened, her chubby cheeks creasing with her smile.

“Ferrous!” the mare nearly shrieked, clearly excited to see the earth stallion. In a moment, the mass of her belly lurched forward as she reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. His face was smothered by her soft chest, while her thick arms felt like comfy blankets across the back of his head. Despite barely being able to breath, Ferrous did his best to hug her back, wrapping his arms around what he could of her belly, feeling them disappear into the flab.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” she said as she released him, finally allowing him to breath again as she beamed at him. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, Rocky,” Ferrous replied with a smile of his own, still panting slightly. He leaned back in and gave each of the obese mare’s cheeks a quick kiss, causing her to flush red with embarrassment. As he leaned back, he noticed something about her that just didn’t seem right. After only a moment or two, the puzzle pieces fell together and he realized what was wrong.

“Your boobs!” Ferrous shouted without warning, once again drawing the attention of some of the closer mare’s around them. “What happened?”

As well as being the fattest, Rockslide normally had the biggest bust of all 100+ caretakers. But today, her boobs were relatively tiny! Instead of a pair of giant milk bags hanging down just as far as her belly, nipples nearly dripping from being full to bursting with milk, Rockslide was only sporting knockers about the size of beach balls. To be fair, boobs that big would be nearly unmanageable for a normal pony. But for this hippo of a mare, they seemed totally insignificant.

Upon him mentioning them, Rockslide’s already red cheeks darkened further, and she did her best to hide her face in the collar of fat that wrapped around her neck.

“Haven’t you been drinking like you’re supposed to?” Ferrous asked with concern, pointing to the metal canteen hanging from her wide hip. Like all the other mares, Rockslide kept a canteen of ambrosia with her, secured to her hip by a thin fabric belt wrapped around her waist, that she was required to finish by the end of each day. This was supposed to keep her tits full of milk for the colts, but obviously she had been completely drained.

Rockslide looked back up at him sheepishly, trying her best to force herself to make eye contact. “Can, um, can we talk about it privately? Please?” she nearly pleaded with him.

“Of course! Of course! There’s nothing wrong, is there?” he asked worriedly.

“Well...” the obese mare said before stopping herself, “I’ll tell you once we get to my room.”

With that, the pair slowly made their way in the direction she had originally been heading in, her fat body wobbling with every lumbering waddle. After a few minutes they finally reached the entrance to her room. Rockslide opened the door and pushed her belly through, its sides scraping and molding to the shape of the doorway. As she reached her butt, however, she was stopped dead in her tracks. The width of her enormous ass was more than a match for the extra wide door, her big cheeks jiggling as she struggle to work them through, her cutie marks distorting even more than they already had.

“Hold on, let me help,” Ferrous said as he approach the stuck unicorn. At first he tried to wrap his arms around the entirety of Rockslide’s butt and squeeze it through. He quickly realized, however, that he couldn’t reach anywhere near all of it at one. Rockslide let out a quiet moan as he fondled her sensitive flesh, trying not to focus on his strong hands roaming over her humongous rear. Ferrous then started to squish and push each cheek through the door separately, alternating between them whenever he made a little progress. After a while of going back and forth, he had finally gotten her nearly all the way there. All she needed was one last push, and she’d be through.

“Alright, Rocky, you might want to hold on to something,” the stallion said as he began to back up.

“Wait, what? Why?” she asked, her voice betraying her concern. She didn’t receive an answer, however, as Ferrous had already began his charge. Lowering his shoulder, the earthy brown stallion rammed into the soft wall of fat has hard as he could. In an instant, his world had gone black as all of his senses seemed to have been shut off. In reality, his entire upper body had been swallowed by Rockslide’s rump. For a moment, Ferrous simply enjoyed the sensation of being smothered by soft, warm ass fat. Then, a lurch sent his head spinning, the feeling of falling without seeing causing a small amount of vertigo. He simply laid there for a few moments, comfortable in the warm embrace. Then, pushing his hands down even further into the seemingly endless rump, he slowly pushed himself up, his head coming up and back into the light. The sight that greeted him caused a sharp laugh that he just couldn’t suppress.

Rockslide lay flat on her belly, head tilted down as though she were balancing on a yoga ball. Her butt, as well as Ferrous himself, was pointed towards the ceiling, with her pillar-like legs dangling off the ground. Rockslide’s muzzle was buried in her cleavage, her chubby cheeks squishing out against the fleshy orbs. Still chuckling, Ferrous crawled over the top of his friend, though it felt more like swimming through the soft fat, making the rest of his way through the door and hopping off once inside the room. He knelt in front of her head, doing his best to hide his amused smile.

“You uh, you alright?” he asked.

Rockslide lifted her head up slightly and looked at him, giving him an amused smile of her own. “Yeah, I’m alright. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve got a lot of padding.”

Ferrous chuckled again, relieved that she wasn’t mad at him. Standing back up, he reached down and took ahold of her pudgy hand, gripping onto her sausage like fingers as she reciprocated. “You ready?” he asked the beached mare.

“Yup,” she replied simply, shooting him an impish smile, “are you?”

“Well, I certainly hope so,” the stallion answered as confidently as he could. He really wasn’t sure if he could lift the behemoth mare onto her feet, but he was absolutely going to try.

“Alright,” he said, straightening his back while bracing his legs,”one, two, three!” Ferrous pulled up on Rockslide’s hand just as hard as he could, while at the same time the obese mare pushed down with her other hand, adding all the extra force she was able to. And they needed every last bit of it.

At first it went fairly well, her head and boobs coming up off the floor with relative ease. Once they reached her belly is where they began to have problems. The solid mass of heavy lard sat like a doughy bolder on the floor, unwilling to be moved. Ferrous visibly strained, pulling with every ounce of strength he had. And very slowly, Rockslide began to shift upright. Eventually, the pair had managed to get her past a tipping point, the weight of her colossal butt pulling her the rest of the way into a seated position, landing with a loud thump. Once again Rockslide’s ass pressed against the open door, moolding and creasing against it, though this time from inside the room. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Ferrous leaned against the wall, panting as he glanced over to his rotund friend. Her legs were sprawled out in from of her, her incredibly fat thighs still squishing together all the way to her knees. Her thick paunch pooled on top of the crease between her round legs. Rockslide herself looked back at the brown stallion expectantly.

“Well, don’t stop now,” she said as she stuck both her hands up, gesturing him to grab them, ”the jobs only half done!”

Sighing, Ferrous trudged back over and once again gripped her outstretched digits. With a heave, he threw himself backwards, trying to use his own weight to supplement his pulling. As heavy as her belly was, her largest feature by far was nearly twice as big. Nevertheless, Rockslide slowly lifted off her rear, the job getting easier as her legs straightened, allowing her to use them in the struggle. Finally, she steadied herself on her feet, careful not to immediately trip and end up right back on the floor.

Ferrous, now completely out of breath, leaned against her, his forehead buried in the collar of fat around her neck, as he panted. Seeing her winded friend, Rockslide gave a short, sharp laugh.

“Ha! Now you know how I feel trying to get out of bed every morning!” Despite her teasing, she was still grateful, as she wrapped a pillowy arm around him and gave him a light squeeze into her doughy side. “Thanks, though,” she said much more softly.

“Heh, no problem,” Ferrous replied, putting his own arm around her shoulders and giving a squeeze of his own. Pulling out of the hug, Ferrous stood directly in front of the hefty mare, refocusing on the reason they were there in the first place.

“Now,” he said, reaching over the top of her gut and grabbing onto one of her boobs, rolling the beach ball sized orb in his hand and looking at her accusingly, “why are these so small? You know the rules, how are you gonna feed your kids? Have they already missed a meal?”

“Alright, first of all,” she began, making no effort to free her tit from his grasp, “I literally just put them down for their nap, and I fed them all as I did that. So no, none of them have missed any meals.”

“So why haven’t you, ya know, ‘recharged’?” Ferrous interrupted, pointing to her hip where the bottle of milk still hung. “I can tell your canteen is still full, so what gives?”

Rockslide looked away from her friend as she crossed her arms underneath her bust, resting her hands on top of her belly as she twiddled her thumbs. “W-well, it’s not like I don’t want to. It’s just that, well,” she sighed as her arms fell back to her sides, “I can’t...I can’t reach it.”

Ferrous just looked at her, confused. “Uh, I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” she replied with an annoyed glare, “I had Strawberry Strudel fill it up this morning, and now I can’t reach it, see?” Ferrous looked down as she demonstrated. Indeed, her fat hips had swelled so far outwards that she simply couldn’t quite reach where the canteen dangled, her hand just patting the outer edge of her cutie mark. After a moment of staring, Ferrous burst out into an uncontrollable belly laugh, doubling over in his mirth.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rockslide said, annoyed, “laugh it up. I’m so fat I can’t even get a drink, I get it. I look ridiculous, I know.”

Quickly calming down from his moment of joy, Ferrous cupped one of her pudgy cheeks with a hand, getting her attention once again. He looked into her shiny golden eyes, a compassionate expression and a soft smile adorning his features.

“Actually,” he said quietly, ”I think it’s pretty fuckin’ hot.”

Rockslide rose an eyebrow at this, putting on an amused smirk. She had certainly expected something a little more eloquent from her Cesar, but hey, she’d take it.

“Oh yeah?” she replied, her eyebrow still raised. “Why don’t you put your penis where your mouth is and prove?” As soon as the words had left her, the mare’s face fell completely flat, both eyes now wide in slight shock. “Uh, that sounded better in my head.”

Ferrous laughed despite the awkward comment, reaching around and again slapping her gargantuan ass, setting it off into another fit of quaking and shaking. “Sorry Rocky, but my schedule’s too tight for today, maybe next time,” he said with a wink.

“Oh, fine,” she said, feigning disappointment, though part of her wondered how much of it was fake, and how much was genuine sadness.

“Although, that does bring up the question, what are you up to now?”

“Dude, really?” she said, looking up at him with an unconvincing smile. “You must know there’s no way for me to see a scale I’m standing on, right? Not with this thing in the way.” She gave her rotund belly a couple firm pats for emphasis.

“Yeah, I do know that,” he replied, rubbing the same spot on her belly that a moment before she had been patting, “but I also know you, and that there’s no way you wouldn’t have someone check for you. You’re just too curious not to.” The two stared at each other for a moment, before the flabby mare closed her eyes and sighed.

“Okay, you got me,” Rockslide admitted, holding her hands up in defeat, “as of yesterday, I’m 1,134lbs.”

“Jeez Rocky,” Ferrous said, somewhat shocked, “over eleven hundred pounds?”

“Yup!,” she replied proudly, “it probably won’t be long before I get so big I can’t move anymore, too.”

“Heh, I can’t wait to see that,” Ferrous said as he grabbed a silver pocket watch from his trousers, opening up the face and checking the time. “Oof, don’t have much time left.”

“Oh,” Rockslide said, somewhat crestfallen, “well, it was really nice to see you.”

“Hang on, hang on, I do still have time to help you out with this,” the stallion said as he grabbed the canteen on her hip, unclipping it and unscrewing the cap. “You ready? Again?”

“Yup,” Rockslide replied, giggling softly. She thanked him before opening up her mouth, ready to accept the liquid within. Ferrous then lifted the receptacle up and pressed it against the mare’s lips, tipping it forward until the white, creamy substance began to pour.

For the first couple gulps, Rockslide felt no changes. Soon after, however, the ambrosia began to make itself known. It started off as a pleasant tingling at the tips of her nipples, causing them to expand as they hardened. The sensation traveled down her nips, spreading across her areolas before a new feeling started in the center of her breasts, a comfortable warmth growing into an intense heat. It was then she felt them begin to stretch, her mammary glands working overtime to produce as much milk as they could. The more ambrosia she drank, the faster her breasts filled, growing past the size of beach balls and becoming more akin to yoga balls. As she was very experienced with the effects of the drink, Rockslide knew that the amount she had consumed would be plenty to get her through the next meal time, she would finish up with her boobs about the same size combined as her belly. She expected Ferrous to stop at that point, but the longer he went continuing to tip the bottle forward, the more she thought he might have other plans. Ferrous knew very well what he was doing, and it was not out of ignorance that he kept going.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Rockslide tried to get his attention, but to no avail. The liquid kept coming, and she kept growing. Her tits had now reached the front of her belly, hanging down over it as they swelled into Ferrous’ own chest, ever so slowly pushing him away. The tingling and heat had combined and spread throughout the sloshing bags of milk, making her crotch start to drip with slick, sweet smelling pre.

“Mmph! Mmph! M-mmmmmmm,” her panicked cries were interrupted with a low, sensual moan. Ferrous had brought his free hand down and grabbed one of her rock hard nipples, squeezing it between his fingers and sending a sharp spike of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her pussy was itching badly now, desperate for satisfaction. In an attempt to at least throw some water on the fire, the obese mare rubbed her huge thighs together, the friction calming her aching snatch at least somewhat.

With just a few more gulps, flow of ambrosia stopped, the last few drops hitting her tongue softly. Each breast was now bigger that Ferrous, and they still kept expanding. The stallion himself was forced to the side, pushed away by the unstoppable tide of tit flesh. Bigger and bigger they grew, Rockslide trying to grip their sides, her hands disappearing into the soft sacks of milk. Finally, just as the massive boobs touched the ground, completely obscuring her belly from view, their growth slowed to a stop. The enormous fun bags were so big they gave her ass a run for its money as her biggest attraction. Rockslide herself could only stare at them, not really believing that her girls had gotten so huge. She shifted her gaze to Ferrous, still looking dumbfounded.

“Welp,” the stallion said, smiling happily, “that’s all the time I’ve got for today.” He leaned in and gave her flabby cheek a kiss. “I’ll see you next time,” he said as he moved back to the door.

“Wait!” Rockslide shouted as she tried to turn towards the exiting stallion. The weight of her full boobs dragging on the floor, however, kept her firmly planted facing forward. “You’re just gonna leave? How am I supposed to get back out?”

“Oh, uh, I’ll send someone to get you. Anyway, I really gotta run. I’ll see you later, bye!” And with that he hurried out of the room.

“Wait!” she shouted, but he was already gone. “Celestia dammit,” Rockslide sighed as she looked down to her comically over inflated boobs, massaging what she could reach of them, hands digging into the sensitive flesh. Despite herself, the rotund mare smiled, thinking fondly of the mischievous Cesar, and what he had done. “You’re immature, you’ve got no sense of responsibility, and you do shit like this to me,” she said quietly to herself. She then collected as much of her tits as she could into a tight hug and buried her muzzle into the vast cleavage. “So why do I like you so much?”