A Glutton For Love

by SunniesStories

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Random, Slice of Life
Length: 2525

A pegasus wakes up in the room of a changeling who has a voracious appetite for love.

Parties are fun, but for Soulful, this particular party is boring. Then he meets Myrme.

Myrme is a changeling, and a ravenous one at that. He wants Soulful's love, and he won't take no for an answer.

Luckily for this greedy changeling, Soul isn't going to say no.

[Contains love inflation, weight gain, and sex]

Gift story for my good friend Ashy! Go follow his Twitter: @AshyCantStop

Published 2019-08-31 21:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-31 21:50:01 UTC

A Glutton for Love

Soulful was bored.

The party had been dragging for a couple of hours now. Soulful had refilled and emptied his glass countless times now. He’s talked to just about everypony there, and none of them had anything interesting to say. Soul sighed. He couldn’t back out now, not after bribing the doorpony to get in. He placed his glass down, intending to use the restroom before trying again to find someone to strike up conversation with, and spotted someone he hadn’t seen before. A stallion, easily taller than anyone else in the room, smiling and nodding while talking to a group that were giggling like fillies at the sight of him. Their eyes locked across the room, and the stallion flashed a grin that made Soul weak in the knees. It wasn’t a grin of companionship or comradery, but one of hunger, of desire. In that instant, Soul realized that that stallion wanted him. With smooth grace, the stallion slid his way through the crowd, his horn glowing with a pale blue light, two cups of punch floating behind him. His gaze locked Soulful into place, the intent in his eyes making Soul flush with embarrassment. Just who was he?

The stallion stopped in front of Soul, giving him a shallow bow.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but spot you from the other side of the room.” He said, his voice just as smooth as his movements. The stallion’s grin grew wider. “You have a very… unique quality to how you carry yourself, forgive me for being intrigued. Punch?” Soulful took the punch, finding it hard to tear his gaze from the stallion’s eyes. He sipped at the fruity drink, and found it a little hard to hear anything through the blood pounding through his ears. He opened his mouth to ask the stallion his name, and suddenly he was staring up at the ceiling.

“Stand back, everypony.” Soul heard the stallion say faintly. “I think he’s had too much to drink. Don’t worry, my room isn’t too far from here. He can sleep it off there.”

The world faded to black.

Soulful woke with a start. He felt woozy, and as his head started to clear he looked around the room he was now in. He lay on a very wide, very comfortable bed. Four bed posts sprung up from each corner, but the bed curtains were nowhere to be seen. The room was massive, with space enough for several of the beds. A noise made Soul snap his head around. The bathroom door clicked open, and Soul felt his heart rate spike. The stallion from the party leaned against the doorway, his eyes blazing with lust. Then his body blazed as well, a green flame that changed his tan coat into a mottled green. The suit jacket remained, as well as his long mane. Soul inadvertently drew back. A Changeling? Here? Ever since their most recent coup attempt, most Changelings had fled the Kingdom. The Changeling grinned widely.

“Hello.” He said, his voice still smooth. “You must be wondering why you are here.” He smiled widely. “Even though it is your ‘Hearts and Hooves Day’, the passionate love I want, no, require, has been sparse. I am not one to be satisfied with token hugs and kisses on the cheek. I am, for lack of a better word, a glutton. I want to be filled and stuffed with as much love as possible, moreso even. You are the one I have chosen. You are small, but I see in your eyes, your legs, your perfect little rump, your nice, thick cock…” The Changeling sucked air through his teeth. “Yeeees. You will make the perfect love battery for me…”

“W-who are you?” Soul managed to say.

“My name is Myrme, but you will refer to me as… Master.” The Changeling glided across the carpet, and Soulful got an eyeful of Myrme’s thick black member dangling between his legs. His face reddened intensely. He didn’t expect to be put upon like this, especially this forcefully… He felt himself begin to rise slowly as Myrme clambered up onto the bed. Without warning, Myrme jammed his mouth over Soul’s. Soul gasped, but didn’t move away, and instead pulled Myrme in closer. The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, and a pink mist began to float around the two. Myrme broke the kiss, for just a moment, and sucked in the love that had formed. Soul watched in amazement as Myrme’s belly glowed a vibrant pink, and seemed to swell before his eyes.

“Yesssssssss.” Myrme hissed, and kissed Soulful even harder than before, this time not pausing to consume the love. His belly glowed, and grew. Larger and larger, the suit jacket beginning to strain slightly, and Soul heard the seam begin to split. He then felt pressure on the tip of his hard member, and realized with a delicious start that Myrme’s belly was pressing into it. He moaned, feeling Myrme’s belly grow larger, and heavier, his cock gliding along the curvature as it pressed onto his midsection. He opened his mouth wider, slipping his tongue into Myrme’s mouth, feeling the changeling push into him harder, feeling the weight of his gut pressing him to the bed, one hoof reaching out and caressing it.

With a loud SHRRIP Myrme’s suit jacket tore off. His growing stomach wobbled back and forth, freed of it’s too tight prison. Soul felt himself grow harder than he’d ever been before, feeling the love inside Myrme slosh across his cock. The bed creaked in protest, but Soul could tell by its size that it was nowhere near giving up yet. He pulled back from the kiss, a single string of drool connecting their mouths. Myrme panted, his tongue dangling out of his mouth, nearly cross eyed.

“My love’s that good, hm?” Soul said. Myrme responded only by kissing him again, harder this time. His belly swelled larger, and larger, and Soul was completely pinned beneath it. Unable to do anything but kiss, Soul rubbed and shook the large globe, moaning with pleasure as it wobbled and sloshed on his member. Myrme moaned and gulped and finally broke away, heaving for breath. Soulful raised an eyebrow. “Full already?” Myrme shook his head violently.

“Not… getting… enough... “ He gasped as Soul shook his belly more. “Want… need… more…” He growled, deep in his throat, and pressed himself harder on Soul’s cock. “More… more… more…” Soul’s breath caught in his throat. He realized he wanted Myrme to have more as well… a lot, lot, lot more.

“Get me onto my back.” Myrme commanded. After considerable effort, Soul managed to help Myrme roll himself over. They both gazed in amazement at his belly’s size.

It was massive, glowing slightly from the love it contained. Myrme poked and prodded it, groaning at how full he was. He let out a quiet belch. His belly was so big he couldn’t even reach his forelegs around it, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He grunted, and Soul saw that his cock was poking out, long and hard, and with a bright blush, he bent down and kissed the tip. Myrme stiffened, realizing what Soul was doing, and quivered with excitement.

Soulful took Myrme in his mouth, tasting his salty member, moaning as he licked and sucked. Myrme leaned back; there was nothing else he could do, as his belly ballooned out in front of him. They both gulped steadily, Soul on cock, Myrme on love. Soul suddenly felt Myrme’s belly press into his head, and he smiled as wide as he could. He continued, moaning softly as he ground his own throbbing member on the bed. Myrme’s gut grew, and grew, and grew, larger and larger, making it harder for Soul to keep moving his head the way he needed to. He felt Myrme begin to twitch, harder and faster, and he also felt Myrme’s growth speed up, the bed protesting louder than before.

Then, with a roar that any neighbours surely would have heard, Myrme came. His belly exploded in size, glowing a brilliant pink as love rapidly flowed into him. Soulful, head stuck under the massive, sloshing orb, gulped down the sticky, salty cum as fast as he could, finally pulling his head back, mouth open, one last stringy drop stretching from underneath Myrme’s belly. He inspected the bloated changeling in front of him, and smiled. Myrme sat huffing and puffing, completely rendered immobile by his stomach. His belly easily covered half the bed by now, and Soul noted with surprise that the once lean changeling looked very pudgy. A new double chin graced his face, and his legs were thicker. Even as Soul watched, a third chin began to form. Myrme took no notice, instead looking around in a daze. He mumbled something to Soul.

“M… muh… more…” He muttered. Soul grinned, and he slowly clambered his way up onto Myrme, taking great care the rub his throbbing, hard dick on as much tum as he could. Myrme murmured, his eyes still burning with lust. Soul wrapped his arms around the immobile Changeling, before jamming his mouth down over Myrme’s. Their tongues caressed each other, slowly, no longer urgent. Soul felt his hips move back and forth gently, grinding on the soft, sloshy belly. Myrme moaned, his tongue sliding deeper into Soul’s mouth, tasting what was left of his salty seed. Soul bucked his hips harder, both of them groaning as Soulful’s dick pressed deep into Myrme’s gut…

TAP TAP TAP

The knock at the door startled the pair.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Room service.” A voice called from behind the door.

“Foooooood.” Myrme moaned.

“I thought Changelings only ate love.” Soul said.

“Food makes me bigger. I want to be bigger!” Myrme rumbled. “Go get Master food!” The pegasus did as he was told, reluctantly sliding off of Myrme’s belly and racing over to the door, fully aware of his cock brushing his back legs as he did so. A blush burning his cheeks, he opened the door and stood, snout to snout, with a small, white pegasus.

“You ordered half a ton of confectionaries?” The pony said, glancing down between Soul’s legs with an eyebrow raised.

“N… not me… he did.” Soul moved aside briefly, letting the room service pone get an eyeful of Myrme’s massive form. The pony’s eyebrow raised up even higher, and his cheeks turned as red as his mane.

“I… see… well, we have it all here. Took me a while to get it hauled up here, eh?” The pony quickly pushed in a cart of food, overloaded and groaning with cakes and cupcakes. Soul pushed them over to the bed.

“Feed me!” Myrme bellowed. Soulful did, with gusto. Cakes, cupcakes, pies, donuts, everything on the cart vanished into Myrme’s mouth, and around it as well. Icing and crumbs soon caked his face, and each second his mouth wasn’t packed full he roared for more, more, more! One cart was empty, and the room service pony quickly threw it into the hallway, shoving another into the room. A pony in the hallway pushed another full one through the door. Food was vanishing so rapidly, frosting was splattering all over. Myrme was growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger. Soul’s cock was so hard it ached, and he desperately wanted to drive it deep into the Changeling’s belly,

“Mooooooooore!” Myrme yelled, his body bloating more and more with fat. The bed creaked, almost completely covered by him now. The bed posts pressed into his massive belly, as his ass began to grow as well. His forelegs were almost useless, only able to jiggle around. He suddenly seemed to notice that there were two ponies in the room. “Soulful!”

“Y-yes Master..?” Soul gasped, sweat dripping off of his brow.

“I want your love. Give me your love! Your seed! Fuck me!” Myrme roared. Soul’s blush deepened. He glanced over to the room service pony, who simply flew up onto Myrme’s chest and started shovelling food into his mouth.

Soulful’s dick quivered as he also climbed onto the massive blob of love and food and fat. Myrme’s belly, despite being filled to the brim with food and love, had folded itself over, and Soul saw exactly where he wanted to go. He carefully moved himself in front of Myrme’s chasm of a belly button, and slid himself in. He moaned, the feeling of his cock being warmly massaged on all sides by a belly this big was exquisite. His hips moved rhythmically, fast and hard, as his pistoned himself into Myrme, who was busy being stuffed by the room service pony. Soul scarcely noticed how big Myrme was getting, how much the bed was cracking, how tight the bedposts had become around Myrme’s belly. His pleasure was so absolute. He pumped harder, and harder. Myrme’s belly began to glow brighter, as precum leaked from Soul’s cock. Myrme burbled in ecstasy as the love inside him grew, and grew…

With a loud crrrash! the bed finally gave up the ghost. Myrme slammed into the floor, his body rippling and jiggling. Soulful only noticed because of how his dick felt, deep inside those fat rolls, feeling every wave of fat hitting his dick. A bubble of gas, long trapped by love and food, fought its way to the surface, racing out past the wedding cake that the room service pony had jammed into Myrme’s mouth.

“BURRRRRRRRRRRRP.”

Soulful came, with a roar of pleasure. Myrme’s belly glowed brighter, and brighter, and without warning, it exploded in size. Myrme grew, and grew, and grew, love ballooning him bigger, and bigger, and bigger. His rear, his face, his legs, everything grew and grew and grew. The food carts were smashed to pieces as the Changeling swept outwards. Soulful felt his back press against the wall, and was pushed deep into Myrme’s belly. The room service pony looked on in amazement. Myrme had completely filled the room. The walls creaked as they contained the bloated buggo. Myrme belched again, and promptly fell asleep, his fatty face covered in layers upon layers of food. Soulful, exhausted and spent, crawled his way on top of Myrme’s belly. The room service pony greeted him, and Soul noticed with astonishment that his dick was also hard and throbbing. Suddenly, he wrapped his forelegs around Soul, the pony kissed him, hard, on the mouth. He broke away a second later, face burning bright red, and slipped through the door.

Soulful tiredly walked over to Myrme’s head and laid down, his forelegs wrapping around the Changeling’s sticky neck. Myrme burped in his sleep, and Soul kissed him on his nose. He smiled, watching as Myrme sucked down the love even while he was asleep. The walls creaked in time with the Changeling’s breathing. Soul’s smile grew wider as he settled down to sleep.

“Sweet dreams, Master.” He whispered. “I hope you’re ready to outgrow this hotel…”

With that, he fell asleep. Myrme burped again, as a soft trickle of love flowed into his packed belly, and he continued to swell…~