The Weighty Marriage

Zecora was in love with it all. Herself and him and the unique qualities both of them bore. How his face sunk into the doughy softness of her belly, sinking into it as a living pillow, its softness and heat comforting all over.

She couldn't help but give it a wiggle. Watching the massive tub of fat wobble sideways, urging his face in the direction it swept. It seemed to turn him on if his ever-growing bulge was anything to go off.

Soon, however, he was able to bring her sweater over the mass of her body. It was hard at first with how her weight pinning it down. But Mac was strong as he was delicate. He was able to pull the article out from under her, helping with easing her arms through the sleeves and then finally pulling it off from her head.

Zecora's breasts and frame had been hugged tightly from the ebony sweater. Now, however, they were free. All that held them were the domes that were the cups to her bra. She sat up on her elbows to make this part easier for him. His hands pass over her shoulders and, finding the broad holding for the bra—unclipped it.

Big Mac returned to his knees placed on either side of her belly, the stripped hill holding him slightly in the air. He leaned back and, with the bra now free, pulled away the cups to expose the swollen nipples held away fro such a long time.

Which he then proceeded to suck upon.

Zecora fell back on the table and moan her heavy whimpers. She could feel his lower body mounting the mountain of her stomach, straddling it and flicking his hips, humping the round pillow. He groaned too. Every time he sunk into the softness, so warm and elastic, it applied pressure against the underside of his cock.
She couldn't help wrap her arms around him, pulling his frame against her own, loving how his hardness melted against her softness. Her breasts had also become plump from her added weight. Mac's attempt to cup them only caused the flaps to sink through his hands—unable to grab enough but striving to anyway.

With his body now hugged fully against her, Mac was able to grind across the full length of her belly, going across the soft hill of fuzz and enjoying all that came from it. His flicked were becoming longer and faster and every dive of his hips hitting harder on impact. His groans were becoming needier now too. Something starting that would need to be finished soon.

“Perhaps your efforts could be better placed somewhere else.” Zecora smirked after saying those words. In truth her own nethers were slick and burning with an aching that demanded to be filled. Mac gazed up at her with a mouth still full from her tit. “I do love the sight you being down there and on top of me.” She giggled. “But surely there will be more times for foreplay after this, no?”

Mac silently rose with a smile. While she missed the feeling of something warm and tight and loving suckling on her breast—the rest stud made it up to her by leaning close and kissing her. It lasted for a few seconds, one dive and one retreat, both of them thinking one more would be enough—before enjoying another three.

And the two were only kicked off by the other due to the blazes burning in-between their legs.

Mac pulled away and started his descent slowly. He leaned into her body and laid kisses across the journey of her figure. Starting in the valley between her doughy mounds to the opening expanse of her belly. Going down and down until reaching the brim of her pants.

It was hard to undo the button that held everything back. But maybe that added a much-needed weight to the action. To struggle and fight to reveal what laid beneath it all. Of course, once the metal circle had been fed through the slit—the thickest swell of her underbelly burst forth into freedom, lightly smacking him.

Though, seconds after, the two started to laugh.

It took a little trouble. A little trying. But his hands were able to pull the black pants down the bloating of her thighs and the fatness of her ankles. Zecora didn't mind helping kick them off. Not one bit. The pants dropped to the floor and collection unto itself. Dense fabric and stitching that spread further than normal pants.

The fact something so large could be so easily filled as another turn on.

And her underwear quickly followed.

Zecora sat up the best she could and watched her husband do the same from the start of the table. All of this clothing starting to go. Aged had treated him. Constant work kept his muscles constantly worked. Broad and chiselled and tightened with age. The look of maturity was one he wore well.

And Zecora sometimes had a hard time believing it was all meant for her.

But he climbed back into the table the same.

Mac crawled over her legs and brought himself back to her belly. He didn't bother to reach her face considering the swell of her stomach. Rather something new would come out of this interaction. Their first time having sex since the weight-gain.

Big Mac was already aching as he reached the spot in-between her legs. He pressed himself through plump hills composed of her softness, his member pressing through it all hugged and already being warmed up. It didn't take long to feel her slit kiss upon his tip. He nestled himself at her entrance.

And slowly slid inside.

Zecora rolled on the table to the thunderous creaking of its wood. The whole thing groaned until the weight of the two—fighting to keep level. It'd been far too long since she truly felt full. To stuff herself with something and feel that pleasant expansion within.

Until now.

She clenched upon his entering length despite it doing nothing to slow his entry. Both only groaned and moaned at the added sensation of it all. Her swollen thighs collapsed into the table with all of its weight mounting on top of each otter. Though it was hard to do—her legs rose, kicking in the air, trying to cross over his back.

Big Mac didn't need to be encouraged to indulge in the bliss shared between them. Driving him all the way inside, he sunk onto the underside of her mountain composed of softness and striped fur. It was like a bed only composed out of his lover's belly.

Sinking fully into it, Mac backed out his hips, as much as he could—before slamming back in. The thrust was hard enough to shudder throughout her body. Her masses jiggled from the kinetic energy. Even her belly wobbled and waves that rocked the boy riding it.

“Do you like that, my dear?” Zecora asked as she could barely see her husband over her stomach. Both of her hands covered both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, trying to match their rhythm to the timing of his thrusts. “Able to lie on the warm softness that is my belly? Having it hold you while you enjoy yourself?”

Big Mac groaned in confirmation. His arms spread over the curve of her stomach in the vain attempt to hold it all against himself. Sinking inches into its plushness, he kept thrusting in and out, hugging the fat for support, allowing himself to be consumed by it.

It was mutual enjoyment for all as they moaned and groaned and cried each other's names out. Their thrusts going quicker and hitting harder and the poor squeaking of the table getting louder. Finally, its legs gave its final creak before losing their hold. The mass of the table fell from the mass of the duo.

And, seconds after landing, seeing that the other were okay... quickly resuming what they did. As the couple returned to their passionate sex, another had entered the kitchen, Rainbow Dash standing in the kitchen's door-way.

Her eyes hardly opened and the darkened bags beneath them sold a multitude of stories. She dawned her nightgown and barely watched as the couple fucked with no sense for decency. But her and Applejack had done worse. Plus. It'd been a while since the two had looked happy... or this passionate.

But she would get what she came for.

Rainbow Dash walked around the broken table and the couple fucking on top of it, not caring if she was caught nor for what sound was made. Living together had made everyone used to the other. All parties failed to notice the other. And that made things a lot simpler in the long run.

Once reaching the fridge, Rainbow decided to take the carton of orange juice instead of a glass. With it in hand, she returned to her room, allowing the couple their space. It was about time those two admit their honest love to each other.

And then acted on it.