Zelus rolled over as his groggy eyes slowly adjusted to the morning light, a small draft sending a shiver down the changeling’s spine. He reached down to pull the blankets closer, but after a moment of feeling around with a chitinous hoof his slowly awaking mind registered the lack of any material besides his own exoskeleton.
Now awake enough to comprehend the situation, Zelus looked back to the other side of the bed, towards what he knew already was the reason for the missing blankets. Stellar Pulse lay on her side facing away from him, the massive hills of his fiance’s fatty barrel swelling far above his head. She must have shifted at some point during the night, as the blanket in question was wrapped messily atop her hulking body.
Zelus closed his eyes again, heaving a deep sigh to expel the last of his dreariness. At the same time he caught a good whiff of the emotion emanating from her. While it was muted as she slept, the distinct scent of lust met the changeling’s nose. She must’ve been having a very nice dream.
Lifting one leg up, Zelus plunged it into Stellar’s side, the appendage completely disappearing into the fabric clad mound. He shook his leg back and forth as fast as her warm, fatty folds would allow him, watching the incredible ocean of fat that was his beloved jiggle like a bowl of jelly. Despite the movement of her body, Stellar remained fast asleep, the big mare letting out a loud snort before nestling her face back into her pillow.
“Hey, honey, wake up,” Zelus chimed, his voice buzzing softly as he continued his jostling. Finally, his efforts to rouse her were rewarded by a distinctly annoyed groan.
“Mmmmm...stahp,” Stellar mumbled into the pillow, clenching her eyes shut and trying to ignore the motion of her huge body.
“Make me,” Zelus said defiantly, continuing to jiggle her side. With a deep sigh, Stellar raised a foreleg as thick as a tree trunk and wrapped her hoof around one edge of the blanket covering her. In one smooth motion, she relaxed the muscles in said foreleg, letting its own weight pull it down towards the end of the bed, dragging the blanket off of her and onto the floor with it. With a grunt, Stellar tensed her muscles and began to heave, slowly rolling her immensely heavy body off her side so that she lay on her wide back, her belly sticking straight up as far as she could see. Once on her back, it only took a minimal amount of effort to tip her giant belly once again, letting gravity take it the rest of the way down, directly towards the changeling next to her whose solid blue eyes were as wide as saucers as they took in the spectacle.
As soon as Zelus realized what was happening, he pushed his forehooves into the bed and tried to propel himself out of the way of the impending landslide of fat heading his way. Stellar was so big that she took up most of the bed, so he was already right next to the edge. It wasn't a far distance to safety at all. Unfortunately for Zelus, he had reacted too late.
With a loud thud and a symphony of squeaky springs, Stellar’s titanic belly landed on the fleeing changeling, his head peeking out from under her, a thick, fuzzy roll of fat drooping over his ears and forehead.
“Alright, I give, I give!” he shouted. Though the pressure on top of him was immense, he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying it. The feeling of the soft pudge enveloping him was exquisite, keeping him warm and even giving him a safe, comforting feeling.
With a triumphant “hmph", Stellar lifted the some of the weight of her stomach off the changeling, allowing him to crawl out from under her and oh so gracefully drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. Getting back on his hooves, he turned back towards the bed and locked eyes with her, a smug grin plastered on his fiance’s fat face. Her cheeks drooped slightly as they bulged out, one of them being squished into the pillow as she lay on her side. A thick collar of fat completely obscured her neck, pushing up into the bottom of her chin.
Zelus propped his hooves up onto the bed and leaned in as he booped their noses together, a content, lopsided smile taking its rightful place. Stellar couldn't help but melt at the sight of her love bug’s goofy smile.
“Morning,” she said drowsily.
“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Zelus replied.
“Like a baby. I didn’t wake up hungry even once.” Just as Stellar finished, a timely rumble emanated from deep within her cavernous belly, causing its smooth expanse to ripple softly. A small blush formed on her big cheeks as Zelus raised an eyeridge at her, his smile shifting into an amused smirk. “Right now, on the other hoof…”
“Looks like that’s my cue to start on breakfast, huh? Don’t worry hun, you can relax a bit longer. I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Zelus said as he gave Stellar a quick peck on the lips. With that, the changeling whirled around and headed out of the bed room, trotting lightly towards the kitchen.
“Baby! Breakfast’s ready!” Stellar heard him shout from the hallway.
“Alright, I’ll be right out!” she shouted in reply. Stellar refocused her attention on finishing the page she was on. She lay flat on her back, her book nestled into the fat of her chest, her belly once again towering over her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, as her enormous rump propped up her back end, including her legs, into an odd angle. But, it was by far the most efficient for reading. Placing a bookmark into the pages, Stellar closed the book and set it back onto her nightstand.
Taking a second to prepare, the big mare braced her abdominal muscles and started to tip herself towards the edge of the bed. Eventually, gravity took over and again brought her the rest of the way down, her stomach dropping past the bed and landing straight onto the floor, bringing the rest of her with it. For a few moments, Stellar just laid there, using her hugely fat belly as a mattress, reveling in the arousing sensations as her entire body wobbled violently from the sudden changes in momentum. Once she had settled, the almond brown pegasus secured her hooves squarely on the floor and lifted.
With a strained grunt, Stellar straightened her legs, lifting herself up and taking the pressure off her stomach. Though she was now standing, her belly still brushed the floor slightly, never leaving it entirely. With an awkward shuffle, she slowly turned herself around towards the doorway and made her way to the smell of food, her middle now constantly rumbling to be satisfied. As she passed from the bedroom to the hallway, Stellar felt her hips squish into the sides of the door, forcing her to put a little extra force in her steps to drag them through. Zelus had recently finished expanding every door frame in the house from 2½ all the way to 6 feet wide, and that was still barely enough for her to fit comfortably.
Stellar waddled up to the dining room table just as Zelus was putting the last of the plates on it. An entire feast spread out before her, covering just about the whole table. Stacks of chocolate chip pancakes steamed fresh off the griddle, sugary syrup oozing down the sides as pads of butter floated on top. Two platters of scrambled eggs sat next to each other, covered in what looked to be a whole block of melted cheddar between them. Toasted bagels slathered with butter and cream cheese sat next to a couple dozen strips of crispy fried haybacon, while right in the middle was an entire pitcher of orange juice. And to top it all off, a basket of freshly baked doughnuts, scones and vanilla glazed cinnamon buns taunted her from the far end of the table.
What Stellar quickly learned from her first “session” with her love bug was that shortly after metabolizing all that emotive energy, her body’s digestive system would naturally adjust to fit her new form, as if she had gained that weight the good ole-fashioned way. In short, the more she looked like a gluttonous fatass, the more she ate like a gluttonous fatass. It had now gotten to the point where this spread of dozens of pounds of rich, fattening foods would barely be enough to slate her hunger until lunchtime.
Stellar shuffled up to the table until her pillowy sternum pressed into it slightly, and then simply plopped her rear down and leaned back until she was balanced, her belly squishing into the table keeping her from falling forward. Stellar’s butt was so big that she hadn't needed a chair since Hearts and Hooves Day, simply sitting on it raised her up enough to sit comfortably at any table.
The obese mare heaved in a big whiff of all the delectable smells emanating from the display, a line of drool leaking from one side of her mouth. “Ya know, for a creature that doesn't actually need food, you sure are a great cook.”
“Thanks, the eight months I spent impersonating a chef before I left the hive really helped with that,” Zelus said as he nibbled on a single rice cracker. He liked to eat with his fiance, and the dry crackers were one of the only foods that didn't give him indigestion after eating.
Pulling one of the stacks of pancakes towards her, Stellar tore into them with abandon, her lips gaining a thin coating of syrup as she devoured the fluffy disks. When she finished her first plate, Zelus quickly levitated it away and put a full one in its place. This continued for plate after plate, Stellar packing in thousands of calories in just a few short minutes. When she finally finished, she leaned back slightly as she gave her stuffed belly a good rubbing, adding an odd pat here and there for effect. As she cradled her stomach, hooves sinking into its soft mass, a loud belch ripped from her mouth.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm, delicious as always Zee,” Stellar said as she looked to him with a soft smile. Zelus reciprocated the gesture in acknowledgment, nodding once.
“So,” the changeling started as he shifted the subject, “what are you gonna do while I’m at work today? Got anything planned?”
“Actually, yes I do,” Stellar replied as she took a final swig of OJ. “First I have to write up and send out some correspondences to a few publishers, see if anyone's interested in my book.” Zelus nodded, he knew how hard she had worked on writing that book, she’d been going at it since before they were even an item. Ever since she had gotten too fat for her job, she’d spent even more time on it, and it was great to see her actively working to getting it published.
“But this afternoon,” Stellar continued, a look of giddiness overtaking her squishy features, “I’m finally gonna waddle my fat butt down to Rarity’s, and get fitted for my wedding dress!” Stellar squeed in excitement at that thought of their upcoming marriage.
“That’s awesome honey! I just wish I didn’t have to wait so long to see you in it, I bet you’ll be absolutely stunning.”
Stellar chuckled slightly in response, “With how big I am now, I’ll probably look pretty funny under so much fabric.”
“Pshh,” Zelus disagreed, “Stell, you’re gorgeous. You could make anything look good.”
“Aww, Zee,” Stellar whined as she looked towards her hooves still cradling her stuffed belly, beginning to squish and knead it like a mountain of dough. Meanwhile, a dark red flush washed over her big cheeks.
“Hey now, nothing I can do about the truth. You’re just too Celestia darned pretty!” This brought out a spirited giggle from the rosy cheeked mare, bringing her attention up from her belly and back to her fiance.
“So, what are you gonna do for lunch?” Zelus asked, bring the conversation back on topic.
“Oh, I’m actually gonna go with Creamy, Cirrus, and Goldy to get hayburgers after I’m fitted. I’ll probably be back around three or so.”
“Oh good, that’ll be about when I get back too,” Zelus said as he looked up to the wall clock. “Speaking of, I really gotta get going.” He then got up from the table and brought his small plate into the kitchen. Stellar grunted as she scooted back on her rump until there was adequate room in front of her to fall forwards. Her belly contacted the floor first, followed by her sturdy forelegs. The movement sent her giant butt undulating, her cutie marks distorting as they jiggled. Shuffling around, she saw Zelus walking back into the dining room, his focus on the remaining plates on the table.
“Don’t worry about the dishes, honey, I’ll get them,” she said, grabbing his attention and causing a grateful smile to spread across his black muzzle.
“Thanks Stell, I love you,” he said as he pressed his lips against hers in a forceful kiss. Stellar’s fat cheeks squished into his own hard ones as they swapped spit, tongues dancing in sync.
“I love you too,” Stellar said as they seperated, looking up into her love bug’s beautiful blue eyes. “Alright,” she continued, bringing the moment to a close, “go on, you. Those packages aren’t gonna deliver themselves!”
Stellar huffed and puffed as she waddled down the street, nearing the decorative front entrance of Carousel Boutique. She had gotten used to taking it easy around the house, so the relatively long walk from there to the fashion-focused storefront had taken everything she had.
Her whole body wobbled violently as she went, further adding to her physical strain. Her thighs were so thick with fat that they refused to separate all the way to her knees, squishing into each other and rubbing together as she waddled. Her knees themselves pressed into the incredible swell of her belly with each step, shaking the massive mound even more. She had already knocked into two other ponies with her unwieldy butt, earning annoyed grumbles from the unlucky individuals. For the most part, however, Stellar ignored the stares and murmurs from everpony around her. They just didn't know how amazing it felt to be as big as a hippo, and to weigh almost as much.
Waddling up to the door, Stellar raised a hoof and knocked three times, the wooden door reverberating from the weight behind each hit. Seconds later, the big mare heard a sing song “Coming!” followed by the rhythmic march of hooves approaching. The door swung open revealing the bright face of Rarity smiling enthusiastically at her. Said smile faltered however as Rarity saw the mammoth mare filling up her doorway. From where she stood, she couldn't even see the end of her, her wobbling hips disappearing beyond the edges of the door frame.
Catching her cringe before it was too obvious, Rarity forced a smile back on her face, though it was much less convincing than her last one. Stellar just watched the progression of emotions fly across the fashionista’s face as her eyes traveled over her immense body, chuckling softly as it happened. She had gotten very used to this over the last few months.
“Well, hello Stellar Pulse! How are you doing, my dear?” Rarity finally said before the situation got too awkward.
“Hi Rarity, I'm pretty good. Mind if I come in?”
“Oh! Yes, of course! Please!” Rarity stumbled slightly as she rushed to back up, holding one hoof up in a welcoming gesture. Taking the offer, Stellar took a lumbering step forward, her fat body jiggling significantly. She squeezed her torso through the entry, the edges of her wide barrel bushing against the solid wood on either side. As she got to her hips, the big mare was stopped in her tracks, the massive mounds hanging off of her rear end consuming all of the space in the doorway. From the outside, a full pony’s worth of flesh pushed out on either side of the door as Stellar tried to tug herself through.
Rarity watched as the obese pegasus struggled to get herself in, her expression oscillating between concerned and disturbed. Finally, the white furred unicorn offered her help. “Darling, could I be of assistance?”
“Thanks, Rarity,” Stellar replied. “Would you mind giving me a pull?”
Giving a nod in affirmation, the fashionista walked to the front of the wedged mare and braced, spreading her legs to an extra wide stance. Pushing magic through her horn, she reached out to the soft, wobbling flesh and focused on grabbing ahold of it. A light blue glow began to shine from the base of her horn, quickly spiraling up to the tip, before another aura manifested around Stellar’s withers.
With a countdown from 3, Rarity and Stellar both pulled and pushed, respectively, as hard as they could. The wooden jambs creaked and groaned as the fat pegasus slowly inched her way through. Her hips squished inwards, cutie marks getting pinched and folded in the process. As her butt met the wood, Stellar leaned into the increased resistance, giving her all in the effort of getting into the building. Slowly, her massive ass squeezed through the door, sliding at a snail's pace across the frame.
With a sudden pop, the brown pegasus was freed from the doorway. She flopped forwards, her hooves coming off the floor as she sunk into her big belly, her face getting enveloped by the pillowy fat of her chest. Her enormous ass cheeks slapped together noisily as they quaked from the sudden movement.
Getting her wits about her, Stellar lifted her head out of her sternum and looked around, assessing the damage she had done to the boutique’s entryway. The doorframe had several cracks in it, as well as being bowed out where her rump had been forced through. The floor under her didn't seem to have been damaged, the foundation must have been made of top quality material.
After a couple moments, Stellar realized that something, or rather somepony, was missing. Looking around in a slight panic, Stellar began to feel something squirming underneath her heavy belly, the gears turning in her head until she finally put two and two together. As understanding dawned on her, a warm flush washed across her fat face, big cheeks creasing as she smiled sheepishly.
“Ha, ha, whoops, sorry Rare. Just...give me a second.” Stellar stretched her legs down until they finally touched the floor, bracing as she prepared to lift her enormous weight off the white furred unicorn. With a grunt and a heave, Stellar’s belly and chest rose, though the former never completely came of the ground. Regardless, the reduction of force pinning her down was enough for Rarity to crawl out from under the big mare.
Panting from lack of oxygen, Rarity scrambled back onto her hooves, her mane now frazzled and unkempt. After a few moments of silence as the fashionista processed what just happened, staring with blank eyes at the beyond obese pegasus across from her, Stellar finally spoke up.
“Uh...soooo, about why I'm here?” she asked through her awkward smile.
“Y-yes, of course,” Rarity replied as she slowly came back to reality, an unconvincing amount of teeth showing in the strained smile she forced back on to her face. “How...how can I be of service, darling?”
“I'm actually here to be fitted for a wedding dress!” Stellar said excitedly, her smile relaxing, quickly forgetting about the embarrassing situation she had just endured.
Rarity too softened her smile, unable to stay irritated at the infectious optimism ever present on Stellar’s cherubic face. “That's wonderful, darling. Congratulations!” she exclaimed, a genuinely happy smile overtaking the previous one. “When is the big day, if you don't mind me asking?”
“Of course not,” Stellar replied. “It’ll be in a couple months now. We wanted to make sure it was before the end of fall.”
“Do you have a date picked?” Rarity asked as the two walked/waddled towards the fitting stage, surrounded by a multitude of full body mirrors. “I simply can't imagine leaving that to the last minute.”
“Well, it’s gonna be pretty small,” Stellar replied as she took her position in the center of the stage. “We’re only gonna have a few friends there, so that makes it easy to pick a date not far in advance.”
“Well, I certainly hope it goes well for you,” Rarity said as she levitated over her measuring tape. Straightening it out, a look of realization rolled across the fashionista’s face. To confirm her fears, she tried to wrap the instrument around the big mare’s middle, the tape not even reaching half way around. “Um, terribly sorry, darling, but it seems your certain, well, ‘proclivities’ have rendered my tools inadequate. If you don’t mind waiting, I believe I have some more appropriate materials upstairs.”
“Sure thing, Rarity,” Stellar replied, unperturbed. “I’m not going anywhere.” And with that, the white furred unicorn rushed off to the private section of the building. As Stellar stood there waiting, she looked around the mirrors surrounding her. It was rare that she got such a good look at her body, these days. In the mirror directly in front of her, she could see the reflection off of the one behind her, giving her a clear view of her expansive bottom.
Smiling to herself, Stellar admired the size and shape of her butt, swaying it gently side to side. Lifting up a back hoof, she drove it into the floor with a loud clop, sending the massive globes of fat wobbling, ripples crashing through the soft flesh like a water bed. She continued this for several minutes, enjoying the sight and sensations that the movement caused across her rotund body. At least, until she heard the clopping of hooves going down stairs.
In a slight panic, Stellar held a forearm up against her soft gut, trying to suppress the wobbling that rocked it back and forth. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about her butt, having to just let its momentum die on its own, something she knew from experience would take over a minute.
Rarity trotted from around a corner, a large measuring tape in her magical tow. As she again walked up to her customer, she stopped and stared, one eyebrow cocked, at the mountain of lard quaking on her fitting stage. “Are you...alright?” she asked somewhat tentatively, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.
“Yup!” Stellar replied a little too quickly. “Just fine!”
Rarity sighed and rolled her eyes as she approached the mare. As much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to get used to her antics. The rest of the fitting took place uneventfully, though the fashionista did often struggle to maneuver the tape around her client’s various bulges.
After leaving the boutique, Rarity telling her to come back in one week to pick up her dress, Stellar slowly waddled her way towards the hayburger shack that she and her friends had agreed to meet for lunch. Although she had already had a large pizza, as well as a daisy sandwich, and a baker’s dozen box from the local doughnut shop since her breakfast, she was nonetheless absolutely starving, and ready for a nice binge of greasy, fattening pub food.
Stellar lumbered up to the small diner, a line of drool slipping from one corner of her mouth. She could smell the heavenly wafts of fired hay a block away, and by now her salivary glands had worked themselves into a frenzy. She stood in front of one of the double glass doors, placing the crown of her head onto one of them, and slowly pushed them out of the way, making her way into the establishment. It was kind of nice, she noted to herself as she waddled over towards a group of mares, to actually be able to fit through the double wide entryway. Her butt didn’t even scrape the sides, though that probably wasn’t something that would last very long.
She approached the mares sat in a booth, all three of them on a bench jutting out from the wall. One of them, a butter yellow unicorn with a red and white striped mane, appeared to be the center of attention for the moment, with the other two, a light blue pegasus with a stark white mane and a peach furred earth pony with bright, orange colored locks, listened intently. The vibration of Stellar’s heavy hoof falls seemed to alert the unicorn, as she looked away from the other two directly towards the approaching behemoth.
“Stellar! Hi!” she said, waving emphatically. This brought the other mares’ attention onto Stellar as she saddled up to the table.
“Hi Creamy,” she responded, turning her head to acknowledge the other two. “Hi Cirrus, Goldy.”
“Hey Stell,” the two replied, almost in sync.
Stellar then proceeded to push her fluffy sternum up against the table, utilizing the same technique from breakfast . She rocked backwards, her blubbery butt squishing out like a pair of massive cushions across the tiled floor. Her belly bumped into the table, pressing into it slightly as it rest on the shelf made by her fat thighs. Licking her lips hungrily, she eyed the basket of thick cut hayfires sitting on the table. Reaching out, her big belly creasing even more, she grabbed one of the crispy morsels, covering it with a gooey dollop of the accompanying tartar sauce, before stuffing the whole thing into her mouth.
“So Stell, you look good,” Cirrus said, bringing the greedy mare’s attention up from the fries. “Been eating well?” The other three mares present, including Stellar, laughed at the obvious jest.
“Very,” the obese mare chuckled, licking a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth. It was at this moment when a petite unicorn mare wearing an apron strutted up to the group, a pencil and pad levitating beside her.
“Well howdy there, gals!” she exclaimed in a distinctly southern accent. “Been awhile since Ah’ve seen yall.”
“Howdy yourself, Sugar,” Stellar replied with a smile, the lardy collar around her neck bunching up as she turned her head to see the bubbly young waitress. “Hope you didn’t miss us too much.”
“Oh ya know Ah always do, hun. ‘Specially our best customer,” she said with a cheeky grin. A moment after, Sugar swung her petite rump into Stellar’s much larger one. The mountainous ass mostly absorbed the relatively light impact, a single one of its ballooning globes nearly twice the size of Sugar herself, though it still undulated slightly. “Ah swear, Stellar, it seems like every time Ah see ya, yur just a little bit fatter.”
“Aw, thanks Sugar!” Stellar replied with mirth, playing along with the waitress’ sarcasm, but also adding some genuine appreciation to what she wholeheartedly held as a compliment.
“So, what’ll it be this time?” Sugar asked to the group, the pencil and pad floating up a little bit closer. The three more conventionally sized mares made their selections before Stellar ordered nearly everything on the menu. “Comin’ right up!” the bubbly waitress exclaimed before retreating into the kitchen.
“Well,” Cirrus asked to the blubbery mare, “what’ve you been up to? Seem like we haven’t gotten together in ages.”
“Oh ya know, a little of this, a little of that. I got fitted for my wedding dress today, so that was fun.”
“That’s awesome!” Creamy said excitedly, though her expression quickly morphed into one of concern. “I bet that went well. I heard that Rarity has a thing against big mares.”
“Eh,” Stellar replied dismissively, reaching for another hayfry. “She did seem kinda uncomfortable,” Stellar smirked, “especially when she had to use a ladder just to measure my ass. But she was polite about it.”
“I still can’t believe that of the four of us, Stellar is the first one whose getting married.” Goldy lamented, shaking her head slightly in disbelief.
“Don’t sound so sad, Goldy, you’ll find your perfect stallion someday. I was just lucky to find somepony who loves this as much as I do.” To emphasize her point, Stellar smacked her bulging belly, sending ripples and waves across its quaking surface.
It was then that the mares’ food arrived, Creamy, Cirrus and Goldy each getting their plates first, before Sugar brought out the first of several platters intended for Stellar. The greedy mare licked her chops before digging into her first course: a big, greasy hayburger with all the fixings.
The first bite was heavenly, a line of grease dripping down her chin before being lapped up. In just two more bites, only a third of the patty remained. By the time Sugar had brought out the next three plates, Stellar had already finished her first and was cleaning up her hooves with a napkin.
“Ah can see ya haven’t lost yur appetite, hun,” she said as she placed a heaping serving of prench toast in front of her. On either side, she also added a steaming vegetable omelet and a towering stack of potato waffles, already drowning in syrup.
“Well, you know me, Sugar. I probably never will,” Stellar smiled as she gripped her fork and knife and dug into the prench toast. As she bit into the first mouthful, the crunchy surface gave way to the smooth, custardy innards, the sweet, gooey center filling every nook and cranny of her jaw. She demolished the exquisite toast in no time, moving on to her next victim, and then the next.
The three other mares present simply chatted amongst each other, knowing full well by now that their friend would not be responsive until she had had her fill. Stellar, meanwhile, continued to pound down course after course, not showing any signs of slowing until halfway through the lunch menu.
As she spun her fork through a plate of spaghetti and zucchini balls, Stellar began to notice how her belly began to push into the table just a little bit harder. The more the humongous mare devoured, the more her belly expanded, filling and stretching with the tens of thousands of calories being stuffed into it.
By the time she had reached her first dessert, Stellar’s belly had grown so big that it had moved the table itself forward, pushing her friends into their seats against the wall. The now boulder like organ drooped down, totally eclipsing her fat thighs. Taking a second, she rubbed one hoof across what she could reach of her bloated stomach, its hard tautness clearly felt, despite the thick layer of blubber on top. As she rubbed, an almighty belch ripped from her jaws, bringing the attention of everypony else in the diner.
Ignoring the eyes staring at her, Stellar continued her feast, an entire apple pie nearly gone as she spooned out another chunk. By the time she was finished, Stellar was cradling a hard, taut belly that had grown nearly half again as large. She licked her lips, reveling in the sensation of being well and truly full, something she didn’t get to experience very often anymore.
“Ya know, Stell,” Creamy began, “you never cease to amaze me with how much you can eat. How do you even get that much in there?”
Stellar shrugged, not keen on divulging the specifics of her relationship with ‘Swift Seal’. “Practice, I guess.” In an attempt to scoot her gigantic rump away from the table, Stellar lurched her incredible weight back. All she accomplished, however, was to slosh her engorged belly uncomfortably while also sending her ass cheeks wobbling intensely. After a couple more tries at moving herself, the fat mare eventually reached a worrisome, and at the same time exciting, conclusion: she was completely stuck. Not stuck like she had experienced many times before, caught in the grip of some offensively small door. This time, the only thing pinning her in place was her own body. The weight of her blubber, as well as the food in her stomach trapping her on her cushiony butt.
“Um,” she said to her compatriots sheepishly, “I might need some help getting home, girls.”
The other three mares grinned amusedly, glancing between themselves as they seemed to all get the same idea. Pulling themselves out from behind the table, they walked up to surround the swollen heifer of a mare.
“Alright, Stell,” Cirrus said. “We’re gonna have to roll you there. That alright?”
“Uh, maybe we can figure something else out? I get motion sick you know.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle!”
Stellar looked up to the clock on the wall, groaning in annoyance at the time: 3:36. “Ugh, fine,” she said exasperatedly. “Just try to be quick, too. Ze...uh...Swift is home already and should already be cooking. I don’t wanna be late for dinner.”
“Dinner!?” Goldy shouted in disbelief. “How can you even think about food after this?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Stellar replied with a cheeky smile. “I’ll be hungry again before we even get there.”
