Withania sat down in the middle of the path to consult a notebook in her hoof once again. Scrawled on it were directions to a client’s house to where she was to make a delivery, but she was out of the town bounds at this point, along the side of the Everfree Forest. She wasn’t even sure why this delivery was necessary - the package contained a supply of catnip and aniseed, two common herbs that could be bought in town. Hardly worth buying from a specialist, or having the specialist deliver as well. But a job was a job, and Withania always welcomed a reason to escape the house and garden, as she could spend days never leaving her own picket fence if she wasn’t careful.
Shrugging her saddlebags so that they hung evenly again, she continued walking up the dirt path. More of a trail really, since it had been eroded here mostly by animals and a few hikers, rather than being built and worn in. Finally, she saw the edges of a cottage tucked into the side of the forest, just off the path, but certainly not inside the woods. The green earth pony sighed with relief and perked up her ears as she walked up the garden path.
The door opened a little to reveal a charcoal-grey face framed by a cloud of pink curls, and equally pink eyes framed by round spectacles. The occupant peered around the door with a look of concern, but relaxed when she saw Withania.
“Oh! You’re here! Come in, come in!” she said in a squeaky voice, vanishing behind the door as she pulled it open. Withania stepped in warily - she hadn’t seen much of her client, but that charcoal grey was familiar, and quite akin to Chrysalis’ changelings. But this was a new era, there were so many new creatures finding a home in Ponyville now that nothing would surprise her.
But just as Withania was expecting something familiar, she entered the cottage and got a full view of her host. She was at least twice Withania’s size in chubby curves, and now Withania could see that she was indeed similar to a pre-reform changeling - but instead of a lank mop for a mane, she had voluminous curls of pink peppered with gaps and holes like her changling legs. More prominently, however, her coat was fabric-like in appearance, complete with stitch lines.
Withania realised she was staring, as the strange inhabitant glanced away self-consciously.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” said Withania bashfully, “I didn’t mean to stare, you’re just quite… unique! At first I thought ’changeling’, but then I’ve also met a plush pony before…”
“Both. I’m a plushling. My name’s Patches Pawprint!” she replied, a little more at ease that Withania was clearly curious rather than judging. Withania held out a hoof to shake in greeting, but Patches seized her foreleg and pulled her into a hug, almost burying Withania in her soft fabric cheeks and fluffy mane.
A muffled squeak came from the green earth pony, and as they pulled away again, Withania was blushing profusely.
“Nice to meet you, Patches, I’m Withania. Y-you’re very soft!”
Patches beamed and closed the front door. “Thank you! Please, sit down - can I get you some cookies? Strawberryaid?”
“Ooh, yes, thank you!”
Withania sat down and watched as Patches ambled about her cottage with a soft rustle. Her curvy figure made for somewhat exaggerated movements, which Withania couldn’t help but lock her eyes onto. Just that brief moment of contact left as much an impression on her as she’d put into Patches when she was pressed into that soft mane. That blue belly looked like silk or satin, smooth and cool to the touch, with warm fuzzy charcoal everywhere else.
The cottage was furnished for a pony of Patches’ size as well. The sofa and chairs were widely spaced, and there was a lack of things to get knocked off of flank-height tables and shelves. Despite the deep-set windows of the cottage, there was plenty of light to make the interior seem bright and airy, it was calm and inviting in here. It would’ve seemed big, were it not for someone of Patches’ stature weaving around the place.
“Umm… I was wondering,” asked Withania as Patches assembled snacks onto a tray, “I’ve brought the catnip and aniseed you ordered, but you know this stuff can be bought from half a dozen shops in town, right? I hate to charge delivery and my speciality fee on something this common…”
“Aha, it’s ok! I knew I was paying extra… but there were a few reasons… I’m an animal therapist you see, and these herbs are so good for helping my animal friends to relax. But well, sometimes I get a bit self-conscious about myself, and going into town is hard. But I heard about your delivery service, and how approachable you are,” continued Patches, “And so I thought it would be nice to meet you too!”
Withania slurped some of the strawberryaid as she listened, and blushed again as she set her glass down. “O-oh! Thank you! I’m somewhat of an oddity myself these days, so I kinda relate to that. But I think you’re lovely - I mean! If you don’t mind my saying so!”
Patches beamed at her guest, almost seeming to expand slightly as if she’d tensed up and made herself even poofier. “Not at all, hearing that makes me very happy!”
“Do you shape-shift as well? Like a changeling?” asked Withania.
“I can, yes, that’s a large part of my work. I can become plush animals, which helps me work with animals who have suffered distress and have trouble trusting other ponies!”
Withania had subconsciously raised her hooves to her mouth in adoration of this. And without her notice, Patches sighed with contentment and seemed to fill out her chair just a little more.
“T-that does sound nice,” stuttered Withania, “Getting comforted by a big, soft, huggable plushie must be wonderful…”
“The best part is that I always know what’s working because I can taste the love that all creatures give off when they’re at peace. It makes me even more of a big softie, which makes me even better at cuddling!”
“Like… like a big hot water bottle?”
“Pfft! Well, I can be a little sloshy around the tum on some days, yes!”
Withania was biting her lower lip slightly, once again letting her imagination run wild over her manners. But Patches seemed to be quite enjoying herself, smiling at how easily her guest was getting herself flustered. Patches was already on the large side when Withania had arrived, but now the earth mare was giving off a strong scent of affection, the plushling was soaking it up like a sponge.
“Do you feed on love as well? Like changlings can?” whispered Withania, almost longingly.
“I do,” replied Patches, keeping her eyes deliberately locked on Withania, “I never take it, because it’s always sweetest when freely given. And the best when ponies enjoy seeing me getting even bigger and squashing them under an extra big cuddle!”
Withania involuntarily squeaked at this notion, quickly taking another slurp of her drink to cover it, before carefully setting her glass down again.
“Or… for extra special cases, I’ve kept somepony inside me, wrapped up as comfy as can be, until they’re completely de-stressed…”
“B-b-both of those sound very nice!” stuttered Withania, eyes drifting down to Patches silken azure belly.
“You’d better watch out, Withania… when you stutter like that, I can just tell that you’re a little tense and could use some therapy yourself…”
Patches had grown to the point where she was not so much sitting in her chair, but rather perched on it now, and with very little movement, she leaned forward and was almost right in front of Withania, looking down at her with a kind and inviting smile. Just one foreleg and she would be able to scoop the green pony into the biggest hug she’d ever experienced…
Withania instinctively leaned forward and touched her cheek to Patches’ soft chest, and on cue, the plushling drew her into a soft embrace, pulling her away from the chair so they had space in the middle of the living room. She was so big that with no real effort, Withania was half-buried under her curvy belly and chest, her body just an indent in that plush fabric padding. She could hear, and feel, the gentle gurgle of Patches’ tum, a soft vibration to accompany the warmth pressing down on her.
Patches sighed as she drew in the waves of affection emanating from Withania, and gently pressed her tubby body down on the flustered earth pony. It might’ve been quite forward to jump straight into a session like this, but Patches had no need to stand on ceremony when she could taste her guest’s desires in the air. Withania’s enjoyment was evident, and both of them wanted more. And so the feedback-loop continued, and Patches grew a little bigger again, slowly bearing over Withania until she covered her entirely, like a huge beanbag pressing down on top.
She held this position for a few moments before rolling onto her side to reveal Withania star-fished out under her. Surprisingly, despite being quite smothered, Withania wasn’t out of breath at all. Gosh, she’s perfect for this! Thought Patches to herself, She looks so cute, the way she’s enjoying this so much! With her patient quite alright, she rolled on top of Withania again and settled herself so that her soft underbelly could perfectly mould over Withania’s frame, enclosing her absolutely in cuddly warmth.
Withania was in heaven under the big chubby plush. She was accustomed to being enclosed inside a belly, but this was different due to the immense pressure on top of her. She was pinned down to the point where she felt like she was getting literally squashed under the weight. Her ears were filling with the soft thump of Patches’ heartbeat, and the low bloosh of her belly moving above her. It was like being under the sea, except instead of water, it was fresh scented cloth smothering her entire body. As the tension left her body, she relaxed further, feeling as though she were deflating.
Patches laboriously rolled aside again to check on her guest. She had grown big enough now that she didn’t need to stretch to cover Withania anymore, she was a giant round pillow with big hips and legs attached to her, all plush and curvy, full of love that she was absorbing from the distinctly flatter pony under her.
“You spoil me, Withania, with a meal like this! Am I gonna get dessert as well?”
“Mmmpf! It- it feels so good feeding you up, you can have as much as you want,” murmured Withania, looking distinctly rosy around the cheeks. She nuzzled the blue silken belly in front of her and weakly attempted to pull the enormous plushling back on top of her. Patches giggled, looking just as flushed, and mockingly stretched herself out to flop over Withania again.
“Oooh good, then I’m sure I can relax for a little while longer then! You keep bloating me up like this-” A particular squeeze forces up a little burp, only for her to wiggle Withania further into the hard floor below. "We’re gonna need to get somethin’ to scrape ya off the floor, pancake!”
“Mmmm,” came Withania’s muffled voice from under the huge pillow of charcoal and pink, “If making a pancake out of me makes me even tastier for you, I’ll do that. You deserve all of this for making me so happy too…” Withania felt like a warm, trembling lump under the plush pillow of Patches, a lump that slowly seemed to be stretching and pressing out in all directions under the growing weight, a feedback loop of loving energy coming from the plant pony, making the plushling a little bigger, and in turn pressing down more, and squeezing even more love out.
Patches smirked and rolled herself back over again to look at how smushed Withania was beneath her, cooing at the flattened mare who’s face seemed to produce a shade of red not even she had seen before. Her normally blue belly was tinted pink from all the love and bloating it had done. “Now now, you gotta rub the outside of this tummy a little more before I let you in. And buggo policy says I can’t let you out until bedtime, after all, how else am I supposed to get a midnight snack?”
“O-o-ok!” spluttered Withania, and with a bit of effort, peeled herself up from the floor. She wasn’t completely flat yet, but the belly-press had definitely made her wider than she was before. The upshot of this was that as she reached up to hug Patches again, she could reach much further around that big round belly, and the big cuddle bug felt a snuggling sensation all across herself as the flower she’d been pressing wrapped herself against her middle and fidgeted as best she could, shimmying and shammying, nuzzling and kissing, rubbing and kneading with all of her squashed body. “The best part about getting flattened,” Withania mutters into the soft bug pudge, “is that now I can hug more of you!”
Patches smiles and coos as her cheeks warm up further, relaxing on her back as her changeling wings fluttered in happy contentment. She squirmed a bit to the wide hug, making sure to wiggle her hips back and forth just a bit. Her belly wasn’t the only thing soaking up all that love, the curves expanded all over her plump plushie body to every squeeze, knead, and kiss she was given. She watched the semi-flattened mare sink against her voluptuous tummy, which groaned and gurgled plenty on its own.
“Oh goodness, and there is so much of me to squeeze at… I probably won’t even be able to waddle by the time you’re done smoochin’ me!" Patches reached up to squeeze and tug Withania up a little farther, if anything to bring her closer to her maw, but also to look into her love-struck eyes.
Withania was only too happy to get closer to Patches glowing smile, wriggling her body to move up the big round mound she was draped over. As soon as she was within range and their eyes met, adoration going both ways, Withania began to peck her host with kisses around her little snout, jiggling the inflated and flustered belly so that it gurgled under her and rippled across Withania’s own body.
"I want you all to myself, someone so big and cute and… and… huggable just can’t be shared. At least not right now. Maybe once you’ve had me all to yourself, then there’ll be even more of you for the next lucky one!"
The plushling teased her with a little lick and a smooch of her own, getting just a taste of the cutie before keeping her captive in her comfy tummy for the next little while. At least until she wanted to actually wrap her hooves around her again. She giggled and gave a toothy grin, fangs and all showing as she massaged the affectionate mare atop her. “Easy there, flower bear, I don’t see anyone else so eager to kiss and squeeze me like you do, hmm? I’d say I’m all yours…” She teasingly licks her again with a satisfied coo. “So long as you’ll be mine?”
“Mmmm, I think… I think maybe, if you give me one last press… and then fold me… or roll me like a crepe… then I really will be a pancake! And I can soak in the love-goop inside you, all squidgy and warm until I puff back up again…”
“My oh my, you really do like to be smothered by this tummy! Whaddya think, one more squeeze to her?” Her belly, as though on command, gwooorps happily as she places the mare right on the centre of her round and squishy middle. “Suppose we do gotta flatten ya one more time… I’m gonna miss looking at those cute eyes!”
Without a moment’s notice, she rolls her tubby body back over, making every fat-soaked curve wobble to the sudden movement. She makes sure to really snuggle close to the ground, squashing her cute flower wife beneath her without breaking a sweat. “Not gonna miss em enough to prevent me from using you like a cushion again, though!”
It was almost a shame to break their nuzzling session, but as Withania’s body was pressed well and truly flat under the comforting weight of an extremely well-fed changling, Patches felt another surge of love ooze out of Withania in response and knew that it was time to put her in to soak now.
The plant mare could barely move her own muscles, but didn’t even want to. The feel of Patches against her flattened body was heavenly, and when she pulled back to inspect her handiwork, Withania felt cold and far away. All that was left was to pick her up and prepare her for the most intimate hug possible.
Patches rolled off the poor flattened mare with a charming giggle, flashing her a teasing little wink as she stood up, belly firmly squished against the floor below while her swollen flanks rose well over her head. “I wonder where all this love is gonna go… The best part is you won’t find out until you’re all done soaking up!” Her voice chimes in a playful tone while she carefully rolls the mare up, making her more compact to gulp her down in one go.
“Now then, when you’re all back to normal, you give me the deepest knead you can.” She squeezes her own sides with her magic, forcing out another cute little burp. “I’ll know you’re done if one of those comes up.”
Patches lifted the rolled up pancake of Withania with her hooves, bringing her up to her maw as it opened wide with a cute aaaaaaah. Her warm breath kept the pancake comfy before she shoved her in, taking a few hard gulps to get her all the way down into her massive, love-stuffed belly. She rolled over onto her back with a bloated sigh, giving her new meal a minute to adjust to its new home before she got to kneading her own blubbery belly.
As Withania slid into the throat of Patches, soft and plush walls slipped across her body, holding her in shape and gently tugging her inside. The noise of the outside world turned off and the booming rush of Patches’ bloorping belly filled Withania’s ears. A contracting wave squeezed the pony-cake down into the middle of the huge belly, where the walls opened out a little, and Withania unravelled into a floppy heap in a chamber like a steamy blanket fort.
The very walls seemed to pull on her, drawing out her love like a vapour, and the condensed excess formed a soup around her that soaked into her flattened body, slowly starting to fill her like a sponge. Withania opened her mouth in pleasure and a pink haze flowed out, the liquid soaking through her, and then being pulled back out again. It quickly induced drowsiness that she couldn’t fight, and her eyes closed as she leaned against the plush walls in absolute comfort.
Patches had plenty of love to spare at this point, but she was still gaining some from her floppy guest as Withania relaxed inside her warm and cosy belly. Patches reached down and grabed it by the sides, giving it a quick squeeze and a wobble so a few more enticing burps worked their way out.
“M-Mmmn… my goodness, you’re puttin’ a number on my waistline!” She could feel her chubby cheeks push against her round dorky glasses just slightly, as well as her socks hugging tightly to her still swelling thighs. She shuddered in content, the feeling of her meal slowly growing inside her belly making her helplessly pant in euphoric pleasure that couldn't be matched by much else. She was soaking in love, more than she’d ever been given, and judging by her size, she was quite capable of taking all of it on.
Hours passed with Withania slowly stewing inside Patches, dozing soundly as the love-soup was strained through her body, drawing out her pleasure while simultaneously puffing her back up to her normal shape. Patches was so soothed by her own love-bathed gluttony she had managed to fall asleep herself. That, and with Withania inside her she was too big to waddle around anyway. Her hooves rubbed and squeezed around her curves the entire time, making her coo quietly in between cute little snores. Eventually her cheeks puffed up, her own body recognizing it didn't have much more room to swell out, and finally a burp of love-saturated vapour erupted from the cute and flustered bug’s mouth. She slowly wiggled her way up onto her haunches, panting softly at how unbelievably stuffed she felt. Her belly was pink not from love, but from sheer strain as to how much it held. She squeezed herself a little more, just enough to feel the mare in her rounded belly with a gluttonous sigh.
The thunderous vibration woke Withania, and she rubbed herself against the soft plush walls that had been caressing her in her sleep. “You’re as lovely inside as you are out, my big, soft queen!" she murmured. The kneading and squeezes from within Patches’ belly were heavenly, almost making her drool. Her cheeks light up at being called queen, thankful Withania wasn’t able to see how embarrassed she felt at the moment.
“Y-Your queen is guessing you’re ready to come out, huh?” Her horn starts to sparkle, preparing the spell to remove her belly-trapped guest on her command.
“If it pleases you!” said Withania, giving her host’s tummy one last internal massage for good measure. She felt the tingle of magic tracing around her and then with a dazzling flash, she was perched atop a very big and fat Patches.
“Ooooh, look how much we’ve put into you! I know you said you did animal therapy, but uh… maybe we can add ponies to your list too? I’ll quite happily pay for today and next week maybe?”
Patches groaned as Withania flashed out of her belly, suddenly easing a lot of the pressure. "O-Oh that spell is a lot harder on such a full stomach!" She looked up at the less droopy cutie resting on top of her, watching her rise and fall with every breath she took as her love-hungry euphoria slowly died down. Her smile is more shy and humble compared to earlier, slowly taking Withania’s hooves in her own and gliding them along her sides. “You don’t owe me anything– Bwoooorp! I-I don’t think I’ve been this full in, well… ever! It all feels so… warm and cosy!”
She giggles as she playfully presses the mare deeply into her belly bed, letting her love digest a little more while she squeezed the cutie like a teddy bear.
“Queen Patches has a nice ring to it…” mused Patches, “I think from today, I’ll be granting an audience to only the cutest of ponies - starting with you of course!”
