Slob'n Stuff

"So, why am I here again?" Sunburst's snout shows off a quizzical expression towards Starlight.

"You know exactly why, Sunny! Or will the next strap to your harness help reveal your predicament?" She of course is referring to the giant sling supporting Sunburst in the air; suspended a couple of feet off the ground by a crane-like contraption. He'd bloated in the past couple of months considerably, if 'bloated' means 'gaining several hundred pounds'. His hooves are all sunken into his larduous fat, and his neck has more rolls than there are cinnamon rolls in a cafe!

None of that is to say that his recent weight increase has affected his health none--rivulets of sweat drip down from his every damp, dark crevice. Stains aplenty are awash on his prosternum as if he were a noble wearing a many-colored cape. Speaking of capes, his poor cape clings to his flesh between two mountainous layers of fat on his back, his drapery having long since torn in its attempt at covering him. The broach that once lay upon his chest is a good foot or two impressed into his fat, unable to see the light of day without copious shifting of his blubbery belly.

A volcanic eruption spews forth from either end every couple of minutes, either sending his grease-drenched tail sputtering into the air, or having his jowls quiver as they undulate across his face. A heavy musk weighs down the air around him, particularly around his face. Were he not to be clear of mind, it could easily be explained by the stench of an unwashed gym's locker room constantly being fed into his nostrils. But. He maintains an observant eye, likely as a result of getting off to his own disgusting condition. The holster holding him high covers a large section of his groin, but the tips of his roiling, vile melon-sized, cock-snot-filled orbs hang just over, while the flare and much of the barrel of his filth-spewing horse-cock presses up against the underside of his sensitive stomach. Yellow-white stains coat his fur in that dingy place, only adding to the wretched stank of the room.

"Ughhh. Please don't tell me you're here for-" "To help you brush your teeth, silly! Since you won't take care of your own hygiene, somepony has to!" Starlight boasts cheerfully, somehow unencumbered by the foreboding odor permeating all aspects of the room. Starburst, meanwhile, has a bright red flare to his cheeks as the stallion avoids the sight of his friend. "Aw, come now big guy. Just say 'ahh'!"

He hadn't even heard her lift a hoof before she manages to slink within a foot of his face, and before he can turn away, the tell-tale crackling of magic from her horn fills the air and holds his face towards her. "Now, OPEN!" She now commands forcefully, a stern expression contorting her muzzle. Slowly, Sunburst's jaws creak apart, a wall of green smog wavering out of his cavernous maw. The smell is even bad enough that Starlight has to suppress a gag! Nonetheless, she brings an oversized toothbrush up to his mouth and starts brushing to and fro. All seems to be going well until suddenly, Sunburst's pupils shrink down to pinpricks as his gut gurgles. A large lump ascends up his chest and within a moment, a deafening belch silences all else. "BRUARRRUP!" When the dust clears, Starlight is plastered to the far wall; her hooves encased in drywall and wall-paper. "Uh... Starlight? You okay?" The male asks sheepishly, trying to suppress an embarrassed smile. No response. He'll just have to wait until she wakes up then. In the meantime, that fried-oreo dessert he ordered from the local pastry shop seems to have arrived, judging by the ringing of his doorbell, so he'll get to chomping down on that until Starlight comes around.