Most Definitely Not in Griffonstone Anymore
This was impossible. Utterly ridiculous. Proposterous. He couldn’t think of enough words to describe what was happening right now, the sensations bearing down on his mind. For the first time in his life, he had nothing smart to say, no witty or facetious comment, no wisecrack to bust him out of the uncomfortable situation he was being met with. Gallus, in all his bravado, had his weaknesses, just like all creatures, whether hoofed or pawed or clawed. And a big weakness was rapidly encroaching upon him.
Gallus rarely felt genuine content, let alone joy. At school at least, there was usually always something annoying him to a degree; a boring lecture, a fellow student repulsively smacking their lips during lunch, the classroom being too hot or cold. But today. Today there was nothing. Maybe it was just his confidence in having aced that test after hours of painstaking review. Perhaps anticipation for the buckball game later that afternoon. It’s likely that he just got decent sleep for once; as rare as it is for him, it would make sense to feel particular elation at such a lucky occurrence. A partial reason he was willing to admit to himself, however, was that he was pleased that his friend Silverstream seemed to be much happier herself for the last couple of days.
The break had been rather unforgiving of Silverstream’s indulgences. What started as winter weight quickly turned into her ballooning to several times her prior size by the time the semester began. At that point, Silverstream was easily one of the largest students at the school and undeniably the largest hippogriff. While it was fortunate no one had gone as far as to mock her, most everyone had certainly noticed the change, which caused a bit of discomfort for Silverstream on top of the nervousness that came with adjusting to her new form. But oddly enough, Gallus had realized that she had suddenly become much more chipper and relaxed as of late. He suspected that she had just gotten more comfortable moving her newfound weight around, but also decided it was good enough to just know that she was feeling better. What added to his content, though he had no plan of expressing it, was to look at her as well; while many of his peers looked at Silverstream in surprise at the change, Gallus often found himself gawking at her from across the hall or classroom. Each time, he had to catch himself before she or another student caught wind of his admiration. It was especially difficult when he had to speak near or — Celestia forbid — to her; there isn’t much one can do to hide thorough blushing or excessive stammers. But he was quite the clever and suave griffon, so of course it was of little issue to divert his friends and peers. His fear now was that he had eluded all of them. All except one.
“Hi Gallus!” Silverstream’s greeting yanked him back into the present. With his eyes also finding their way out of the tunnel vision, he realized Silverstream standing directly before him. Or he assumed she was; all he saw for the first half-second was a wall of pillowy, orchid-colored chest and upper stomach towering over him and swelling out toward his face, about a foot away from his beak. As he rose his head to look at her, his apprehension followed, and he finally met his eyes with hers atop the mountain of luscious hippogriff.
“U-ummmm, h-… h-hi, S-S-Silverstream….” he squeaked, his normally vibrant blue face having become a canvas painted with tomato red astonishment. His eyes exploded open as it finally dawned all that was before him.
Silverstream was… Celestia, she was titanic, the first word he could consciously register and internally vocalize in a lifetime. As a hippogriff, she was already taller than most of the other students and even a large portion of school staff, but with her now present girth, she made him feel like a pitiful parasprite. Her whole body was ballooned to ludicrous proportions: her once thin neck had become a thick tree trunk topped with a couple of spare chins and bloated cheeks on that ever-lovely face of hers. Her neck-trunk led into a full, luxurious bosom, further padded by silky feathers, and her legs had become voluptuous cushions that tapered into small, slightly plump claws. Her round belly, despite Silverstream’s natural height, was so massive it almost brushed the ground. Walking over a particularly tall piece of grass could cause a pleasantly ticklish sensation on her underbelly. Just as impressive was how wide it was. Even directly facing her, her girth visibly reached across the length of two grown stallions, enough to also fully cover both if they were placed under it. Add the fact that all of that girth, all of that splendid belly despite its incredible size and heft, swayed from Silverstream’s every movement with the elegance of a dancer. And flanking her gut was her was gigantic rump, two swollen and wobbling cakes jiggling and oscillating with her every step. It also astonishingly jutted out from her sides when facing her directly, adding more and even larger curves to her already gargantuan build. And all this was added to be her height; she utterly towered over Gallus by at least 2 feet, forcing him to crane his neck in order to look at her while up close. All together, the sheer size of her in every regard was almost daunting to him. It might’ve made the situation even more imposing, if not for her friendly demeanor and bubbly personality.
What felt like an hour he had taken to absorb all that he was seeing was actually another second before Gallus shook his head into sanity and tried to compose himself as he smiled back at his friend. “Hehe, I’m not interrupting you, am I?” she queried, concerned that she had interfered with some much-needed alone time he had planned.
“W-what?! N-no, I’m just… chilling here as usual. Y’know, quiet spot behind the school, no one around. I-it’s nice to be away from the hustle and bustle every once in a while, heh…” he answered with the grace of a flying Ursa Minor.
“-Giggle- ‘Hustle and bustle’? Sounds like fun! I could use the break too; mind if I join you?”
“J-join? Uh, yeah sure... I don’t mind, heheh,” he replied with a hint of external and much internal joy at the proposal.
“Good, hehe! Because I have… something to ask you.” His growing joy was suddenly paired with a piercing anxiety.
“W-what did you say?”
“Hehe, you heard me, you dork…” she returned coyly. Gallus gulped a thousand pounds of anticipation and secrecy down his pained throat, trying to keep it secure so far down that no one could dig it out.
“So…” her eyes dropped and glimmered at the small griffon as her tongue rolled out the inquiry. “I’ve noticed that you seem to be kinda… nervous when I’m around. Almost distracted… like you’ve got something on your mind... or you see something you really like…” Gallus only remained silent as she went on. “I’m curious, Gallus… do you… have a thing for all this new size I’ve gained?…” His chest imploded. His mouth was agape as if preparing to respond for a moment, until he simply closed it and hoped the fire on his face would immediately peter out. He instead saw the flash of confirmation light up Silverstream’s face. She gasped and then giggled at the revelation, leaving Gallus to believe he had officially reached the end of his life. She let him wallow in this state for a moment until he could readjust himself, struggling to reacquire eye contact with her. Silverstream’s demeanor became more sly and she suddenly shifted toward Gallus.
The huge hippogriff took a step forward and rotated herself around, all with a seductive sway, to stand side by side with Gallus. She slowly raised up her pillowy left foreleg, her claw hovering over her lower chest, and then looked down at him with sultry eyes. With that, he was even more thrown off his game. She was suddenly much closer to him, her bulging frame almost grazing against his dwarfed one. “Wow… hehe… Gallus, I didn’t think you the type to like… hehe… big girls.” Gallus was in almost a full-on panic now.
“Wha-…No! What gave you that idea?” he said, now quickly looking away her from in order to fight the tension. She giggled again at his protests.
“Well you’re blushing,” she countered. Her smirk grew into a mischievous grin and she heightened her stance, further accentuating her massively voluptuous form, before she conjured a devilish question. “Which do you like best: belly, head, or... hehe… my rump?” If there was a point that could make his face any hotter, this was it.
“Do I really need to answer that?…” he replied, stroking his neck as if walls were quickly closing in around him.
“Hehe… maybe… but I can help you~…” Silverstream answered. Gallus turned back around to ask what she meant by that, but before he could get it out, she had stepped forward a bit and turned around to face him. She then slowly strutted toward him.
“W-whoa, hey!” he meekly protested, but Silverstream was quickly encroaching upon him. As she neared, he swore he could hear the ground shake and rumble, the earth itself buckling underneath, making room for Silverstream’s enormous girth. Her every step sent vibrations that shook and trapped Gallus in his place, her body language commanding that he stay right where she wanted him. All he could do was lock his eyes on her, her increasing approach, and her approaching gut, which she was now showing off even more as she made her advance, letting it sway and flow in that way he found so hypnotizing. Celestia, he did find the shape, the enormity of her belly ravishing. That didn’t stop it from getting closer.
Silverstream continued her slow approach toward Gallus, the two locked on each other, with her face loving yet alluring and his adoring yet petrified, until her midsection aligned with his head. She then leaned her weight to her right and into Gallus. At first the side of her belly merely glided over his right cheek, which was already enough to frazzle him, but she then eased more of her onto his body as it brushed further down his head to his neck, abdomen, waist, until she was pressing against the whole right side of his body. “S-Silverstream!…” he exclaimed in an almost whispered yell as she moved across and pressed onto him. The cloud-like softness, the gentle stroke of her feathers, the therapeutic warmth, all were a massage of his senses. Where his face had just embodied apprehension and intrigue, Gallus felt it lightening, the pit in his chest filling with fervor, his eyes soothing, a refreshing exhale escaping his beak as he felt the embrace of what he had so desperately craved in secret until now. The tension he had just been wrestling with was now lessening at last, or at least be diluted by the rush of more positive sensations overwhelming him. He almost found himself wondering why he protested her advances to begin with before swatting that idea away posthaste.
“Mmmmm…” he heard Silverstream moan softly as she brushed and pressed against him, followed by an amused giggle. Gallus could feel and hear that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was pretending not to. She reveled in feeling the puny griffon nuzzled against her gut — him even leaning slightly back into it like a vertical mattress — not only for the sensation itself but also the realization that Gallus seemed delighted by the act, confirming what she suspected. Wanting to test her theory a bit further though, when she had stopped with her whole side covering his, she gave her belly a little shake, smothering him deeper and further around each inch of his body that it could reach. The euphoric feeling evoked further giggles from her, and Gallus surprisingly gave a little chuckle as it enveloped him, the cracks in his shell of denial widening.
“Hmmm, looks like you have more of a thing for this than you let on, Gal, hehe…” she teased.
“Hm?... Wha? I-… uuuhhh…” he stammered in response to her comment. She just laughed more at his awkward apprehensiveness. She decided she had tortured him long enough and slowly broke contact with him. As she eased off, he, seemingly out of impulse, had his lean follow her until they fully separated, upon which Gallus quickly came to and caught himself as he nearly tumbled onto his right side, then briskly giving his head a shake in order to reacquire his faculties. Silverstream, trying to maintain her sensuous act, stifled the urge to verbally fawn over his adorable stumble. He then tried in vain to reassert his nonchalant stance and blow off his supposed moment of weakness. “I, uuuhhh… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he grumbled, his cheeks regaining their deep red hue.
“Hehe, sure you don’t, tough guy~,” she lovingly mocked, finding no end to his swaggering attitude.
Before Gallus could even attempt to reiterate his opinion, Silverstream whipped back around to his side, wrapped her foreleg around his back, and pulled him into her. “Hey, what are you-aagh!” He was now sandwiched between the side of her upper belly and one of her pillowy forelegs. “Hey, what’s the big idea?!” While he was becoming relatively more comfortable with the situation, this also ironically enabled him to be more vocal in his protests.
“Well since you like this huuuuuge belly so much, I figured you might like being stuck between it and something else really soft~.” She was right. And he was cursing himself profusely. But that didn’t keep his shock from quickly subsiding and him from audibly exhaling as he was gently nestled and settled into her embrace. Silverstream shivered and echoed his joy as she wrapped him in her supple hold. Much like a few seconds ago, ecstasy enveloped Gallus and tension was melting away, only even more so thanks to him being surrounded on both sides. He would’ve expected his claustrophobia to set in at this point, if not for the circumstances. There was something new he sensed, however.
He couldn’t put his finger on it. Unabashed pleasure and security? Funny, considering he was stuck between colossal masses of weight from which he couldn’t hope to escape unless another party allowed it, but he nonetheless felt something resembling his contentedness earlier this morning, if not something more. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but he could identify the symptoms. Why was his breath slowing? Why did his chest feel like it would rupture? Why did he now not want to leave this position? Why was her heartbeat all he could hear? Why was he okay not knowing the answers at that very moment? Before he could mull over it more, he felt an entirely new touch. He looked down and saw Silverstream’s claw, slowly scratching his upper chest, stroking between the puffy tufts of feathers and flitting the tips of them as it floated down to scratch upward again. Now he couldn’t remember what he was attempting to solve.
On the other hand, Silverstream didn’t think she would particularly enjoy this new size she had acquired, especially with the awkward stares she received from many fellow students. She also didn’t anticipate using this in an attempt to get Gallus to open up to her to work all that well, especially considering how odd of a secret this was. She was somewhat concerned that Gallus would simply remain impenetrable and they would get nowhere or, worse, she might accidentally overstep and offend him, harming their friendship and making matters more difficult. But her fears weren’t just being lifted; what she was now experiencing with Gallus had proven her wrong in a way she never expected, and it was driving the ebullient hippogriff mad with excitement. Feeling his small, slender frame pressing against hers, smothering him with her gargantuan oversized belly, tucking and gently squeezing him between her bulging curves, and surrounding him with her warmth. It was a rush of ecstasy. But she also couldn’t shake this sense of serenity holding him in this place. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember the last time she saw Gallus receive any form of loving physical contact, at least without reflexively recoiling or trying to pry himself away from said contact after just a brief moment. The fact that he was utterly immobilized wasn’t due to her incredible size; it seemed to her that he wasn’t even trying to get away from her hold. He was still, even. Oh no, did I break him?!, Silverstream asked herself, only half-believing her concern but still checking if she could tell he was breathing, just to be safe. She soon re-relaxed when she felt his slow breaths kissing her chest, smiling at him and then continuing her contemplation.
She recalled his stories of home; she thought of the cold, bleak streets of Griffonstone, no family or close friends to receive tender affection from, let alone keep warm with or confide in. The years Gallus might have spent, curled into a dark corner in a damp room in a disheveled house, shivering, numb to the affection of another creature. She tried to fight the ball forming in her throat by switching to her own home, the kindness abound among the hippogriffs, the compassion shown between family and strangers alike. She recalled the time her father bumped into a courier pony who was passing through on his way back to Las Pegasus, crippled from the unexpectedly harsh weather. That pony was welcomed to rest at their home the same night, her father expressing no desire for a reward. To think that such compassion was taboo in griffon culture, that Gallus had missed so much of it before he met her and the others... she tried to make her mind go blank this time.
Then she looked at Gallus again, still quiet, relaxed, and cozy in her embrace. Perhaps it was here. Here, he was warm, snug, and safe. Then something clicked in her mind, what Gallus wouldn’t admit. Maybe that’s even a reason he feels drawn to a bigger girl, she thought in amusement as she kept caressing him, her expression beaming at the griffon. He just needs someone a little soft to the touch...
Gallus looked up at Silverstream with a curious eye. Noticing his now more subdued expression, she gave that bubbly giggle again at his look, still sensual but endeared by his increasingly relaxed state. “Hehe, you comfy there, Gallus?” she asked cheerfully. Rather than argue, the griffon gave a genuine grin and nodded at the hippogriff before drooping his head back down and nuzzling up to her breast. Silverstream was elated; Gallus finally seemed to be admitting his enjoyment, though still with a thin layer of gruffness. Listening to her heartbeat, sensing her immense chest rise, Gallus felt it too: a growing desire welling up inside him. He swallowed his pride and spoke up.
“Y-Yeah…I think I am...” he said hesitantly.
Silverstream lit up then, and squeezed him tighter for a moment before then gently letting him go so their sides could separate again and the two turned to look at each other. Her eyes once again met his with that seductive glare and smile. “Hmmm, well then, I’d say it’s time you check my rump too. What do you say?…” she cooed devilishly.
“W-whoa, wait, wait, take it easy, Silverstream, I’m not-“ Gallus was cut off before he could prevent her from stepping forward and in front of him. The ground quaked again as she planted herself directly in front of Gallus, presenting her massive rear to him in all its grandeur. Just as soon as he had started to gain his bearings, Gallus had lost them again at the sight and presence of this new position. The large orchid globes loomed over him, her light blue tail dangling in between the two swollen cheeks. Silverstream craned her head back to gaze into Gallus, those lidded, deep purple eyes beckoning him to worship her form. “U-uh… Silverstream…” Gallus attempted another objection. But before he could get it out, Silverstream suddenly backed up and pressed her ginormous rear into his face. “Mmph!” the griffon yelped in shock under hundreds of pounds of hippogriff fat.
“Oooo~…” Silverstream moaned as she drove all of her girth onto Gallus, her swollen cheeks swallowing up his whole front body. He reflexively placed his claws square on both as it startled him.
“Mmmmmhhh, you like this fat hippogriff rump, little griffon boy?…” Silverstream’s tone had added a sprinkle of dominance on top of her still sweet hum. Without thinking, Gallus grasped a handful of each cheek, a rush she felt from there all the way up her spine. She gave her posterior a slow shake, pressing further, deeper onto Gallus, solely focused on enveloping as much of the griffon as she could. It was just as warm, pliable, and gargantuan as her belly, but now with two separate masses smothering him. It was at this point, with Silverstream eagerly pouring it on him, him grabbing hold of it with all his might, and how intimate he was with her, Gallus finally shed his inhibitions. Screw it, he thought, and squeezed Silverstream’s rump as tightly as he could and dug his face into it.
“Mmmmmmhhhhh~!” he loudly groaned as he embraced and fondled every inch of her posterior. Silverstream felt shockwaves across her body, shaking and wobbling as Gallus released his bottled up adoration of her and emitting her own vocalizations of pleasure. They kept at this for only a brief several seconds before they finally separated, Gallus pulling his head out with a gasp for air and a stupid wide grin across his face and Silverstream panting with a smile just as wide. She then rotated her wide frame back around and the two faced each other again, each now gazing dotingly at the other.
Before either could think of anything to say, Gallus lept onto Silverstream, wrapping his forelegs around her thick neck and straddling his hind legs about her massive upper belly, locking his beak with hers and kissing her with a passion rarely seen by the normally lax griffon. Silverstream’s eyes shot wide open in surprise for a moment before she registered what he was doing, then fluttered closed as she melted into returning the kiss and embrace. They held together for about a minute before the need for air overwhelmed them and their action ceased.
When their beaks parted, their eyes glided back open and were greeted by the others’. They stared for a couple seconds, lost in each other’s gaze, before finally regaining their faculties. Still breathing heavy, they silently paused for a very brief moment, before bursting out laughing at the embarrassing display of getting rather carried away in a public setting, though neither could regret it at that point.
After chuckling a good while, they relaxed and looked back at each other before Gallus finally spoke. “Okay! Okay, okay, okay…” he said rolling his head and eyes with a proudly defeated smirk. “I like all of it. Belly, rump, head, face, all of it! You are just….you’re just awesome!...” Gallus had finally confessed.
Silverstream beamed at his proclamation, her eyes almost tearing up with jubilation and hugging him even tighter, which he gladly reciprocated. “Hehe, good answer!…” Silverstream replied, leaning back in for them to have a tender beak nuzzle before settling back again to gazing at each other. “You’re pretty awesome too,” she stated sweetly. “Even though you’re a big dork who tries to act like a tough guy when he’s a really big softie on the inside,” she laughed.
“Yeah, I know,” he chuckled. “But you can’t blame a guy for trying, right?” The two laughed a good bit at their banter before settling down and gazing lovingly at each other again.
“Hey, you wanna chill here with me until school lets out?” Gallus asked.
“I’d love to…” Silverstream replied. The pair then remained embraced, lost in each other’s eyes for the remainder of the day.
Author's Note
I can’t help but share this as well. Sometime after posting this story on Derpibooru, the creator of the cover image came across and read it himself. He then proceeded to make a continuation of the original image, depicting a scene from the story. Below is a URL link to the Derpibooru post as well the original DeviantART submission by the artist of said continuation. I would have to urge at least following the deviantART link as well as taking a look at his gallery while you’re there. I think he makes some really cute fats as well as equally cute non-fetish-related pieces of various cartoons. Have a gander, tell ‘em Astrum sent ya! (No need for the latter, just check him out, seriously. His stuff is really charming, in my opinion.)
https://www.derpibooru.org/images/2239253?q=fat%2C+silverstream
https://www.deviantart.com/princebluemoon3/art/Silver-and-Gallus-Discovers-Fanfiction-825825599
