“At last.”
Tempest pulled her I.D. from her waist to show the bouncer, as did Spitfire. The two girls felt like they had been waiting in line forever. It had been hard to just stand there, watching as pony after pony entered ahead of them. The club however was rather exclusive. It hadn’t been open very long. In fact Tempest was impressed that Spitfire had managed to even get their names on the list, it was a question that had been burning in her head since her friend had asked her to accompany her a week ago.
“Remind me again how you got us in?” Tempest asked, seeing the bouncer nod at her as a sign that he was happy with her identification.
“Being Captain of the Wonderbolts does count for something you know.” came the snippy response, that same sort that Spitfire gave her flyers when they asked a question with an obvious answer. “Besides, sometimes it’s fun to keep things like this a bit of a mystery. I asked you along for a girls’ night out. Some time to let down your mane, relax ya know? We both work hard so I figured we could use it. In fact I think your figure could use it.” she giggled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” A clueless Tempest replied.
“You’ll see.”
The bouncer pulled the door back and ushered them in. The interior was lavish. The club itself was simply called Surfeit. Tempest had absolutely no idea what the name meant but the point was it sounded exotic. She spied the usual things as she followed Spitfire to the bar which was the first point of call. A dance floor, private booths, a DJ playing some actually rather nice and mellow music for a change rather than pounding club beats. She was getting the impression this club had more of a purpose than just being another dive to dance and get drunk in. The way it was decorated had a rather obvious food motif. Even the stools at the bar which both sat on felt extremely plush and soft.
“Can I get you something ladies?” A rather swish and fancy looking stallion asked from behind the bar.
“A couple of margaritas for now.” Spitfire said, the barman immediately turning to prepare the drinks for them. Whilst he worked, Tempest decided to probe Spitfire a little more on the club.
“Have you noticed there is definitely some sort of theme with this club?” Tempest asked, starting off gently to see if Spitfire would give any information away voluntarily.
“Hmm? Well, most clubs have some sort of theme, ponies like different ones for different reasons.” Spitfire replied, hardly batting an eye. Tempest decided to be a little more obvious.
“Well, you know. The plush seats, the mellow music. Also I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an extensive food menu for a club…” Tempest carried on, idly flipping one of the laminated menus over that she had picked up. “Also it’s far too cheap. Usually clubs are really killer on pricing for stuff like this.”
“Well it is new, perhaps they’re just trying to pull in the clientele before they jack it all up. I say, we take advantage of it.” Spitfire said with a devious little grin. At that point the barman returned, two margaritas in hand.
“Your drinks.”
“Thank you, follow me Tempest.” Spitfire said, getting up off the plush stool with a little wiggle of her hips. “I’ve got a private spot.”
Now Tempest really was intrigued. It had seemed hard enough just to get in, but Spitfire had gotten her mitts on a private room? Things were certainly developing. The two made their way around the dance floor towards a door guarded by yet another bouncer. This time, Spitfire and Tempest didn’t even have to show I.D. The bouncer just seemed to know who to look for. He nodded like the one outside did and opened the door, the two girls vanishing into a stairwell.
Following her friend up, the stairs opened out into a rather lavishly decorated room. The same as the club was. Large couches, a well stocked private bar and the biggest buffet table that Tempest had ever laid eyes on. The whole thing even had a large single way window that looked down onto the dance floor so they could see what was going on below, but nopony could see what they were doing in the room.
“If you don’t want to eat from the buffet we can call and get any item on the menu, my treat.” Spitfire said, flopping onto one of the large couches the occupied the room. “But it’s good food. Trust me.”
“Trust you? I thought this place was new, have you been before?” Tempest asked.
“Na, but I know who supplies them. Come sit, why don’t we talk and have a few drinks?”
“That would be...well, nice actually.” Tempest said. She stopped trying to comprehend how Spitfire had managed all this. All she really wanted to do was rest and take a load off her mind.
“So you’re still wearing that old gear from The Storm King? I gotta admit it does look fancy. Must be dull though only having one piece of clothing in your wardrobe.” Spitfire giggled. “What is it? Some sorta one piece suit?”
“Well I have more than one, and yes. It’s stretchy and cool which is why I like it.” Tempest replied, taking a sip of her drink.
“Stretchy huh?” Spitfire said, eyeing Tempest a little. “How stretchy?”
“Well...enough. I mean I’m not exactly the thinnest mare on the block but it’s snug.” Tempest said. “At least I can always gain a few pounds and not worry about it…”
“Why only gain a few pounds? Where’s the fun in that?” Spitfire said, that smirk returning. “Oh, another drink?”
“I wouldn't mind...besides, you’re one to talk about stretchy clothes. I imagine those Wonderbolt’s flight suits are pretty stretchy.” Tempest asked, her mind wandering a little as she took the next drink from Spitfire. The thought of it was a little alluring to say the least.
“Well, more figure hugging than stretchy.” was all Spitfire said. “But there’s something very inviting about that too.”
For a moment the two sat, the conversation having reached a somewhat natural conclusion. At least until Spitfire asked her next query of Tempest.
“You ever wondered what it might be like to pop out of that suit?”
Tempest choked a little, she was mid-sip on her drink when the question came flying out of nowhere. “A-ack! What? What do you mean popping out of it?”
“Look tell me if I’m wrong.” Spitfire started to say. “But I have a little theory about why you keep wearing that old thing beyond it giving you some sort of identity. You like how it feels on you.”
Tempest was blushing now, she could feel her face heating up slightly as she tried to answer the questions Spitfire was throwing her way without giving much up. “Well...perhaps. The material is high quality! You wouldn’t throw out a perfectly good piece of clothing right?” she tried to protest.
“Oh no, that’s not what I am saying at all.” Spitfire replied with another smile. “What I mean is, you like how it hugs your figure. How it shows off the curves you have. Why do you think I end up wearing those flight suits even when I’m not flying?” the tone of her voice becoming a little teasy as it went on. Tempest could only assume the alcohol was having an effect, if they drunk much more she was sure it was going to affect her as well.
“I don’t know, you know we don’t really see that much of each other. In fact I was curious as to why you invited me here specifically.” Tempest said. “I think now I can see why. But I don’t get it, you’re such a slender mare. What’s the appeal?”
“The appeal?” Spitfire asked. It was the first time in the night that Tempest had seen her stop to think. “Because sometimes when you’re athletic, being the exact opposite of that can be one of the most appealing things in the world. Just to experience what it feels like. Aren’t you a little curious?”
“I might be...after a few more drinks.” Tempest admitted, watching as Spitfire smiled and got up to fetch a couple more. It gave the opportunity for a bit more talk.
“So you want to do this, yet you haven’t worn a flight suit tonight to stretch to its limits?” Tempest asked. It seemed curious Spitfire would go through all this trouble to get her here and propose the question of fattening up without that element of it to enjoy.
“Well I wanted to see if you were game first, now I know that you are…” Spitfire said, putting the drinks down and wandering over to a rather well hidden closet. It opened up to a clothing rack that she pulled out. There were a few different types of flight suit in there, Tempest even spied one that looked as if it was rubbery. “I think just the traditional one this evening, it’ll have more give.” Spitfire said, slipping it off the rack. “I’ll be back in a moment.” the yellow mare said, vanishing from sight presumably to get changed, leaving Tempest alone.
If she hadn’t have had a couple of drinks at this point Tempest would be considering how bizarre this all was. Spitfire, Captain of the Wonderbolts had invited her out to an exclusive club for the sole purpose of having a partner to fatten up with? She wondered how she had managed to deduce that she had the same sort of urges. It couldn’t have just been the figure hugging suit. There must be more to it than that surely? Tempest made a mental note to ask her if she got the chance, which quickly vanished when Spitfire reentered the room in her flight suit.
The suits were built for aerodynamic purposes sure, but Spitfire wasn’t exactly the youngest mare and her body filled it out in a way that was more than noticeable. Tempest observed her hips that pushed out at the side considerably, giving a bit more of a boost to her lower proportions in terms of size than Spitfire probably realised. Every part of her stood out, her breasts, stomach and ass all made that suit conform to her body in a way Tempest could only describe in her head as one thing.
Sexy.
“Gosh…”
“See something you like?” Spitfire teased, putting her palms to her hips and walking over to the couch. “You have no idea how good this feels. It’ll feel better with a bit more added heft, as will you.” she teased. “Your magic still works right?” she asked, eyeing up the buffet table.
“Well...yes, somewhat.” Tempest replied. “Why, what are you thinking?”
“Would it be too much to ask to levitate the food over from the buffet to us? Just what we can eat, one piece at a time. I don’t want to tire you out.” Spitfire asked. “I’d like to save my energy for feeding you.”
Tempest blushed. “F-Feeding me?” she asked with a stammer.
“Well I’d like that, and feed me back. Mutual gains are always lovely.” Spitfire said, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Tempest realised she hadn’t actually answered the question. She felt flushed and hot, this was all a little unexpected but no matter how it all sounded, she wanted to do it. A little extra weight sounded appealing. Maybe Spitfire had observed her feeling her curves or something. She knew she was guilty of it. In any case, she couldn’t really refuse.
“Alright, and yes. I can levitate the food over…” Tempest said, demonstrating by bringing over a couple of cakes and pastries for them to enjoy. She watched as Spitfire selected one and started the evening by gently slipping it into her mouth, with Tempest returning the favour. The two chewed on the treats, already feeling a few pounds being added to their frames. Only a little at first, both were looking forward to a slow gain to really stretch the evening out.
As each ate, Tempest observed the vast quantity of food on the buffet didn’t seem to be decreasing. She would levitate a few cakes over, the two would eat and then when she looked back there were a few more sitting there ready to be eaten. She wasn’t going to ask Spitfire, both of them were far too into the moment to be dealing with trivialities like magically appearing food. At least Tempest knew they could eat as much as they liked and not have to worry about running out. Perhaps a perk of renting what she assumed must be the most expensive room in the place.
The couch each of them were sitting on was feeling the strain of the two fattening mares as they ate. Between what seemed to be endless bites of cake, pastries and other goodies more and more drinks were being drunk as well. It was quickly reducing the two to a giggly, blushy mess and the mares indulged themselves in a shared desire to see themselves. They both had already gained quite a considerable amount of weight, with Tempest immediately being drawn to Spitfire’s fattening figure that was already starting to stretch her flight suit out.
“M-Must feel tight on you…” Tempest teased, putting her hands on Spitfire’s belly feeling the material and her stomach, bloated gut pressing right up against hers. Tempest hadn’t quite taken into account just how big she had gotten herself, feeling her belly press against Spitfire was rather hot, as their pudgy bellies squished close she could feel the influence of the alcohol overtake her senses and couldn’t stop herself leaning in for a passionate kiss.
Spitfire didn’t even flinch, the forwardness of Tempest surprised her a little considering how reserved she had been just a short time ago but she herself was feeling the passion of the moment running deep within her, and she gripped her partner as tightly as she could to enjoy the moment, both mares closing their eyes and indulging themselves in each others lips. Pulling away to admire each other Tempest was the first to speak.
“Y-You’ll never fly again you know with a belly like that...not exactly aerodynamic.” she teased, grabbing a handful of Spitfire’s bloated gut and squeezing it passionately. Every roll was so soft, so incredibly warm too. Tempest was quickly starting to warm up to the idea of being a bloated butterball of a mare, beyond just feeling her bodysuit tighten against her frame.
There was a giggle from Spitfire’s lips, something that Tempest had heard her do before but it was different. It was more of an aroused giggle. Clearly she was starting to feel the benefit of her size. Spitfire herself was more than enjoying the moment, reciprocating by running her hands over Tempest’s now bulked out flanks. “You’re gaining too...more of an hourglass figure though, have you noticed you’re getting more bottom heavy?” she cooed, going right back to pushing a pastry into Tempest’s mouth before she could reply.
The frequency of the eating increased, now really getting into it each mare was eating the food as quickly as Tempest could levitate it over to them. Cakes, cupcakes, fritters, muffins. Whatever was on the buffet table Tempest was bringing over to the two of them as fast as her magic allowed her to. Each treat she and Spitfire consumed was heaven, her body getting fatter and fatter as the night went on as both of them ate beyond what they should have.
The couch was struggling under the weight of both mares, protesting creeeaaakkkssss from it as the two crossed the boundary from just simply being pudgy into being fat. Obesity was next and neither seemed content at stopping soon. Tempest kept on stuffing the two of them, now into it just as much as Spitfire was.
“N-Never thought I’d see the Captain of the Wonderbolts get grounded like this.” Tempest teased. “That belly of yours must weigh a ton.”
“Mmmm...right back at you Temp-ass, your fat flanks are filling the entire of your side of the couch ya know.” Spitfire giggled back, cupping one of her hands around Tempest’s butt and taking a grip of her massive bloated love handles before leaning in for a sexy smooch that was only interrupted by chewing.
“Keep kissing.”
“Mmmm?”
Spitfire followed Tempest’s instructions, she couldn’t help but wonder what was coming. Clearly the impromptu kiss had given her an idea, as best she could Tempest crammed treats between their two locked lips whilst the two kissed and chewed, to both it felt like the ultimate moment of lust and gluttony. Bloated out cheeks crammed with food as they sensually kissed and fondled one another’s bodies. Tempest couldn’t help but push her hands between the rolls of fat of Spitfire’s belly, with Spitfire grabbing as much of Tempest’s ass as she could, the two squishing close as struggling bellies gloorrrpppeeddd against each other as they each jostled for space on the couch.
Spitfire could feel her flight suit straining against her growing mass. Her stomach was feeling oh so constrained by the material it was fighting against, her fat sloshy belly pressing right into the suit as she contained to eat and pack on the pounds. Her whole body was bound by the suit. Her thunderous jiggling thighs and fat ass were competing with her stomach for what little give and space the flight suit was offering her body. With each lardy pound she added to her immense weight, the mare felt it getting tighter and tighter. It was right at the moment she ate that fifteenth slice of cheesecake that she heard a rather loud noise.
Shrrrriiippppppp!
She stopped chewing, it was the only thing that got her to pay attention to just how large she had grown in the gluttonous eating marathon that her and Tempest were really going all out in.
“O-Oh gosh…”
Tempest laughed, she couldn’t help it. “What’s wrong Spitfatty? Far too large for that flight suit to handle? I mean it’s not as if you’ve gained a couple of hundred pounds or anything is it?” she continued with a little glee in her voice.
“Oh you can laugh Tempest, but I can see the immense wedgie that suit is giving you. How long until your monster ass rips it off your body hmmm? A few more cakes I would assume…” Spitfire said with rosy red cheeks as she forcefully pushed down a few more cakes into Tempest, which was only met by a pitiful “Mffff!” of protest as Tempest felt her cheeks filled with delicious food. She swallowed, feeling the suit tighten against her wobbling body, fat ass jiggling from side to side. It was too much.
Riiiiiiippppppppp!
It was even more comical than Spitfire ripping her suit to pieces, Tempest’s two purple flanks pushed out of the material, the whole suit crumbling with it. She panted, grinned and the two mares had a moment of laughter in amongst a fit of passion, giggling stupidly at the fact they were both now completely naked having ruined their clothing with their immense bodies.
“Well now what?” Tempest asked.
“I think I know…” Spitfire smirked, putting all her weight on top of Tempest as she kissed the fat mare and put her hands on her boulder like ass cheeks. “Celestia you’re so big. Biggest, fattest, hottest mare I could set eyes on. I can’t even reach all the way around your body you’re so blorpy.” Spitfire teased, passionately kissing Tempest.
“Mmmm, you’re one to talk. Look at that gut of yours chunky. I bet you could...well…” Tempest said, stopping herself. “Just sit on the couch.”
Spitfire obliged, nearly filling the entire thing with her huge size as she leaned back and let Tempest toy with her. She felt her hands exploring her newly bloated up frame, teasing words dancing into her ears that made her moan in delight.
“You know you’ve so many rolls I can’t even begin to count them…” Tempest cooed, gently using her hand grab portions of Spitfire’s belly and let her know that she was really delighting in her friends size.
“Mmm....”
“A belly button so fattened up I can put my fist in it…” she carried on, hardly able to stop herself from pushing her whole fist inside that fattened gut which quickly enveloped it as lard closed around it.
“O-ohhh…”
“Oh and there’s one more thing, the squish.” Tempest teased, grabbing as much of Spitfire’s belly as she could and jiggling it about. It was a little too much for the now flightless Pegasus who had at this point closed her eyes and was just letting out little burbles of pleasure. Everything about being this massive was as wonderful as she had predicted. Her whole body quivered all over with pleasure at the attention. Every little push and squeeze that Tempest was performing on her made her pant in lusty enjoyment. All she could think about was just how large she was, how sexy, how her beautiful curves filled the couch she was sat on and how every part of her responded to being teased and toyed with. If it felt this way at this size, imagine if she was even larger. The pleasure would be unmeasurable. She had to keep going, just for the feeling alone spurring her on to bloat her body even further, right to the limit of what it was capable of.
“More.”
“Hmmmm?”
“Food...m-more.” was what Spitfire managed to say, Tempest obliging and returning to levitating over more and more food. She immediately noticed a change in Spitfire, as if she had picked up the pace and was wanting to stuff herself even more than she had before. She watched as the immense Pegasus ate, hardly even chewing she was just consuming as much food as she could as quickly as she could. It was clear to her that Spitfire wanted to get much, much fatter and Tempest was only too happy to oblige as she fed the both of them with as much food as she could. She had given up using her hands for anything but to grip onto Spitfire at this point, simply levitating the food right over to her and straight into her waiting maw, which was lustily hanging open and quickly snapping shut whenever a cake made its way inside, vanishing in mere seconds.
Tempest was falling a little behind, but no matter. She was so massive herself and it wasn’t really a competition. Her body was filling out in a different way to Spitfire, whereas Spitfire was rounding out more evenly, Tempest was finding her body was taking on a much more hourglass figure with much of the fattening going to her ass. She still had a rather hefty belly, but nothing like Spitfire who was starting to verge on obesity. The thought of just how tight even one of her XXXL suits would feel made her wince. She might even have to have it specially altered to fit her size...the thought was captivating her mind, driving her on to eat more as well.
Even though she was so large, Spitfire couldn’t help but pulling Tempest on top of her. It was one thing to feel just how large she was, but she really wanted to feel the immense squish of another overstuffed body against her. She didn’t even feel Tempest protest, their enormous guts coming together as rolls of fat pressed tightly against each other and the two lustily kissed and jiggled together as their obese bodies pushed up against one another. All the while the food kept coming and the two continued to gain more and more weight. Another deep passionate kiss which was caused by the two feeling their fat breasts and nipples press close, the greedy and lustful mares just trying their best to make as much of each other as they could, so fat that both had to try and get hold of as much as they could.
There was such a struggle to, the two of them were so enormous they were having trouble grabbing much more than their upper bodies without putting in considerable effort. The way Tempest was leaning on Spitfire however gave her easy access to all the good, fatty parts of her. Her bulbous ass, her colossal belly. Spitfire’s face as well was developing a lot of pudge, it wasn’t just that her cheeks were stuffed with food but her body was looking for anywhere it could to push all that weight. Tubby cheeks sagged low and were nesting easily against a neck that had fattened up nicely and was supporting her head that was ever so slightly sinking into rolls of fat beneath it. The two did the best they could, with Spitfire reaching around Tempest and with a little stretch managing to get hold of her fat ass that pressed down on the lower portions of her stomach. So much of the food had found its way there on Tempest’s frame that it was almost like grabbing her own bulging gut. It was just as soft as well...
“S-Spitfire…”
“T-Try Spitfatty.” came the response. “M-must be huge…”
“Massive...tubby doesn’t even begin to describe you.” Tempest lustily cooed, a sexy smooch meeting the lips of Spitfire who continued to chew and quickly eat as much as she could.
“S-so needy...o-ohh gosh…”
“We’ll keep gaining...it’ll get us there…” Tempest teased, she could feel it herself. Her size alone was starting to feel like enough to do it. Everything about getting larger was so seductive. She had loved her curves before, but now her curves put anything else to shame. In fact she sure they’d have to come up with something new just to describe her figure.
Spitfire could feel it building up inside of her, the passion of Tempest fooling around with her was starting to push her closer and closer to a release. Every sense was stimulating her, every little grab, smooch, chew and press against her body. Even the couch was stimulating her now, Spitfire had grown so large that her lardy fat blorpy ass was completely wedged in it, it felt like it was a seat on its own. Tempest giggled, giving it a hefty smack that sent it into a tidal wave of jiggles that made the Wonderbolt moan out in delight.
“O-ohhhhh, again…”
Tempest obliged, harder this time. A hefty smack! meeting Spitfire’s ass that sent it into a fit of waves that rippled all over the mares body. A louder moan, before Spitfire gave Tempest a smug look. One that said ‘Time to return the favour.’
Tempest yelped a little, she wasn’t expecting it, but like Spitfire she felt her whole body jiggle and twitch in delight as her fat ass bwoommphhheeeddd at the slap. She couldn’t help but moan out after the initial shocked yelp. It was all far too much.
“Tease me…”
“Mmmm?”
“Tease me.” Spitfire begged. “Tell me how fat I am, how big I am. Dirty talk me.”
“You fatass…” Tempest started, putting a hand back down on one of Spitfire’s ever growing cheeks to emphasise her point. “Look at you, I bet you can’t even walk, trapped in the fat of your bloated bulging frame. How does it feel to be such a fatty?” Tempest teased her.
“Amazing, bigger…” Spitfire almost whispered, she couldn’t help it. The ecstasy of being so large was almost too much to bear. Her heart thumped in her chest screaming out for more heft, more size, more her. “I-I want to be bigger...the biggest, fattest Wonderbolt. S-Spitfatty the immense blob of a pony...stares from them all, all eyes on me. All of me, all my massive immobile jiggling bloated body, being fed, being fattened...o-oof.”
“I’ll make you bigger, so big you’re never getting out of this room. I’ll feed us both so large our fat asses are pressing up against the window, so consumed by our own fat that we’re filling the room with our size, our mass will rival every pony on Equestria.”
“Mmmmm…” Spitfire blushed, shaking her own belly in delight as she started to feel a little leakage below. She wasn’t even trying, but her lower lips had gotten so fat that she was having a hard time not having her own body stimulate her. Something though made her stop holding back. She wanted a release, one so great and so pleasurable it would rival everything she had ever felt before. “Tempest...a-ahhhh…”
The two massive mares pushed themselves as close to one another as they could, it was all Spitfire could do to stop herself practically grinding her squishy body as much as she could against Tempest. Tempest just obliged, nearly at the edge herself she was feeling so stimulated by all the smooching, wobbling and lust that she wanted to let go as well. That hourglass figure she had gained felt so good. In between moments of fondling Spitfire she couldn’t help but selfishly reach down to her own ass and cup her monsterous cheeks. Even they were beginning to develop their own little rolls of fat whilst overall her rear still kept that amazingly wide and bottom heavy shape.
The two mares were in love with themselves and each other. When the night had begun Tempest hadn’t even considered this might be how it would end. Two gigantic mares coming as close as they could to fucking one another senseless. This felt just as good though, with the two of them engaging in as much lusty belly play, kissing and stuffing as they could. She almost didn’t want it to end, but Tempest was excited at everything she could feel she knew a release wasn’t far away.
“Fatty…”
“Blorper…”
“Blubber butt…”
“Lardy…”
The two teased back and forth, Spitfire feeling herself right on the cusp. It was no good, her jiggling frame was getting the better of her, fat body stimulated beyond her wildest dreams the mare screamed out in delight, an ocean of lust almost spraying forth from her lower lips as she had the largest and most sensual orgasm she had ever experienced in her life as she was almost ridden into submission by Tempest who screamed out at the top of her lungs as she felt herself go as well.
“A-Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!”
“O-Oooohhhhhhhh!!!!”
It seemed to almost last forever, a release that the two felt deeply all over, it was as if the orgasm intensity had almost tripled with the added lust and size of each other. After her initial passionate scream of pleasure Tempest leaned in for one last final seductive smooch on Spitfire’s lips, the two mares slowly coming down from the high of the evening as they continued to squish close. Eventually after a moment of recuperating, Tempest managed to pull herself off the gigantic Spitfire she had been resting against, gently coming down to the floor with a slide off that enormous belly that let out a rather satisfied gurrrrggllllleeeeee! as it finally had a chance to push out a little without Tempest’s weight pressing down on it.
There was a silence that seemed to last for hours, at least apart from the heavy panting from Spitfire and Tempest who took a moment to collect themselves. With so much weight, it took them both much longer to relax. Eventually however Tempest managed to pull herself up and stand on her hooves, nearly immediately falling over again back onto her ass as she struggled to get a handle on her new size whilst being completely upright. She felt so heavy. That pear shape of hers was just about balancing her out nicely, her fat bloated breasts and more than pudgy belly acting as a counterweight for a pair of monstrous purple cheeks that adorned her rear. She blushed, taking in everything about her new body properly now that she could and wasn’t preoccupied with being completely occupied with Spitfire.
“Tempest? A-ahh…”
“Oh...my…”
Spitfire was still on the couch, what was left of it anyway. The entire thing had split open and was in various pieces around the immobile mare. Tempest could only surmise in their passionate love making that the thing had given way at some point, but Spitfire was so fat that neither of them had noticed it coming apart. She hadn’t even felt a jolt but the blubber of Spitfire was moving so much it would have been nearly impossible to tell anyway. Tempest observed her. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all.
To say Spitfire was large would probably be the understatement of the century. Gigantic, excessive and immense all seemed to be words that worked far better for a pony in her state. If Tempest had eaten too much then Spitfire had eaten enough to feed the entire Wonderbolts for a week. Her mammoth, wobbling flanks propped her up from behind, giant gut spilled out forward and easily formed what looked like softest, most wobbliest and warmest bed she had ever laid eyes on. Even her face was fat, chubby cheeks resting softly against a rather plump neck. Bingo wings now only good for grabbing pizza slices, her useless wings rested on her back only serving as a reminder that at one point this fat blob of a pony was capable of flight, so fat and heavy the floor beneath her was actually bending slightly under the strain of the hefty body it was trying to support. Her whole body oozed blubber from every crevice and roll as the massive mare took a minute to come to and actually snap out of the feeding coma.
“Uh...how much did I eat?” Spitfire asked.
“Well...enough to make you so big I think getting out of here is going to be a problem...for us both.” Tempest said. “I suppose at least I can move.”
“Hey I can move!” Spitfire shot back, trying to haul herself up. She was just too big though, try as she might the Wonderbolt couldn’t even get herself up onto her hooves. Tempest watched as she struggled for a minute trying her best but eventually gave up, coming back to a rest. “Well...that was movement wasn’t it?”
“In a sense. Did you mean to get so large? You just kept wanting more…” Tempest asked her.
“Well...maybe not this big. But oh gosh it was worth it...oohhhh…” Spitfire confessed, giving her belly a rather satisfied jiggle. “Urrrppp!” a belch leaving her lips as she blushed, a little embarrassed.
“I hope so. At least I can move, what do you want to do?”
“Um...A bit of an ask but could you go downstairs and see if anypony could help me move out of here? There must be a way.” Spitfire asked.
“Naked and this massive!?” Tempest replied a little shocked.
“Well, I assume you want to go home at some point.”
“True. Stay there...what am I saying. I’ll be right back.”
The obese Unicorn made for the stairway back down to the main club. At least she tried. It was rather thin to say the least. She started to push into it but as soon as her gargantuan ass met the door frame, she stopped.
“Mmfff!”
“What!?” Spitfire yelled.
“...I’m stuck.”
“Stuck?!” Spitfire leaned forward as best she could, a large portion of her vision now belly and fat breasts but she could see that Tempest had wedged her massive flanks against the door frame. She giggled in delight.
“Seems I’m not the only immobile one!”
“Well, you better hope that somepony comes up to find out what has happened to us, neither of us are getting out of here!” Tempest yelled back, try as she might she was simply too fat to get back down the stairway. Every inch she moved forward she could feel her body protest that it was being squeezed far too tightly. She didn’t fancy getting herself trapped in a narrow passage and decided to back out back into the room.
“Well...now what.”
“We do have a never ending, magically refilling buffet you know.” Spitfire suggested.
Tempest raised an eyebrow. She was right though. Plus in that moment of passion she had assured Spitfire they’d each fill the room.
“What are we waiting for then, want to double your gut and ass size Spitfatty?” she teased, levitating over a few more pies and cakes for them.
“You’re on Tempass. I bet I can give you a flank that will fill most of this room.” Spitfire giggled back.
“Unless we crash through the floor or out the window. I bet we’ll be putting stress on the building weighing several tons each…”
“Mmmm, you’re on…” Spitfire replied, opening her mouth for another treat. As she ate it, only one thing came to mind.
‘Best girls night out ever!’
