A Few More Pounds Couldn't Hurt
Time was of the essence and it seemed the higher powers above was hellbent on stripping Fleur of as much time as she could to remedy this embarrassing situation, the hours to her big show winding down much too quickly for her liking leaving her desperate. Twisting and turning in the mirror with uncomfortable groans peppered in, the reality of her issue at hand was clear, and the only solution to such a perilous situation was all the clearer. As much as she loathed the idea, it was the only one that provided quick and easy results that would be for the benefit of all but one. A small price to pay for salvation, she believed.
Sighing heavily, she peered her pretty little white head out of the abnormally large changing room, watching the assortment of ponies skirt past all in an attempt to prepare accordingly for the time coming, some with an air of confidence while others with a storm of caution. She scowled, many of the ponies either being Earth Pony or Unicorn, which both were an instant disregard for their body structure would make the already prolonged process all the longer. What she needed was a Pegasi, the winged Ponies skeletons excellent for a quick and easy breakdown, something she was in dire need of.
Hope dashed through her mind when she saw none other than esteemed Wonderbolt Lieutenant Captain, Fleetfoot, leisurely soaring through the corridors in her typical Wonderbolt leotard. The Unicorn nearly leapt out of her skin in excitement, the perfect solution to her issue practically handed to her on a silver platter. Her horn ignited with a light pink hue, an almost identical hue grabbing Fleetfoot and dragging her into the changing room before she could protest.
“What the hell?” She questioned, looking around before spotting a familiar Unicorn on the floor, her bare ass hiked with the pucker gaped and waiting. She hadn’t the slightest idea of what spurred this course of events but considering how wide Fleur’s pucker was opening and the distance between it and her feet was closing rapidly, she had an idea of what was going to happen.
“You won’t be needing these now will you.” It was a statement delivered mere moments before the material holding the leotard together was torn from Fleetfoot’s body, followed in short succession by whatever else was underneath soon leaving her as bare as Fleur’s ass. She tried to protest, both verbally and physically, but the magical hold on her was constrictive and her lips were magically sealed, leaving her unable to do anything but watched as doom marched ever so closer to her door.
Her eyes widened when she saw her feet into the event horizon of the Unicorn’s pucker, the hole closing immediately around her ankles. A lewd moan sounded the room, but nobody would come to inspect the source for not only had it been quite loud outside, but Fleur was no fool and was sure to lock the door before starting this endeavor.
The pucker had opened ever so slightly, but just enough to snake up Fleetfoot’s meaty calves as more and more of her was fed into the predatory asshole, each inch claimed only served to heighten her fear and stimulate her survival instinct. Her thrashing became stronger, more volatile, but was only ever visible through the occasional weak areas where Fleur’s magic faltered.
Her calves were soon out of sight, her knees and thighs joining them rather quickly, Fleur becoming more and more desperate to get this Pegasus in her bowels, driven both by a sense of euphoria and urgency, the hours only ever winding down, not restoring. It wouldn’t be long before her snatch was being enveloped by the Unicorn’s greedy backside, her own luscious flanks and Cutie Mark swallowed by Fleur’s larger assets.
Once half of her prey was subdued, Fleur released the magical hold on her flighty meal, letting her flop on her back onto the floor. Fleetfoot tried to scream for help only to realize her lips were still sealed, leaving her with no room to call for the aid of anyone who dare to intervene. With her peculiar position, very little options presented themselves in the way of escape, all she could do was plant her hands on one each each and push with all her might. Alas, she was little more than oversized fodder for the Unicorn.
She frantically looked up, seeing Fleur’s midsection beginning to bulge outward with her inclusion. Such a sight set her survival instincts on fire, her arms pushing much harder than she has ever before, succeeding in only releasing an inch or two of her own stomach out of peril. “Try as you might, my stomach is your death bed.” Fleur taunted callously, clenching her backside, instantly claiming the inches she had lost due to her prey’s struggling.
Inch after inch, Fleetfoot’s slim stomach was devoured in a matter of minutes, her gargantuan GGG-cups next. Due to their size, instead of simply being inhaled into Fleur’s ass, the two flesh pillows were forced upward, falling onto her face, constricting them together, making it quite difficult to breath. It was here that she was finally permitted to scream and shout, but it was all for naught as her own assets prevented such an action before light became darkness and all she smelt was rank, stale air. Death was marching ever closer and she could do nothing as her arms were forced upward and they two were devoured.
On the outside, Fleur’s pucker finally relaxed completely, the fingers belonging to her prey all but devoured, leaving the rest to her innards as they guided the hapless Pegasus to the doom awaiting her. She stood up, removed the dress, and hang it up, not wanting to ruin it and further the complication of her issue. But not wanting to be stark naked, she dawned a tank top, short shorts, and a bathrobe all on top.
She felt her stomach extend to the point where it was clear another mare was within her, the violent and sporadic thrashing made it all the more so. She sat on a bench, massaging her mare sized gut, basking in the feeling of fullness, one she hadn’t felt in quite possibly a long time, while feeling the heat emanating from the inside as the digestive juices began to pool around her meal. Her stomach was already ruthless to anything that entered it, the lightweight and hollow skeleton of a Pegasus wouldn’t fare any better than that of a young colt.
The seconds became minutes, minutes into hours, the passage of time accommodated by the harsh sounds of digestion as her stomach broke down it’s prey. Bony fragments poked here and there before being consumed by gastric stomach fluids and broken down as well. Her stomach neglected to shrank, only reshaping into a well-rounded sphere, nothing but nutritious soup left to absorb.
Fleur felt her assets beginning to billow out, lost in the feeling of her HH-cups become LLL-cups while her backside received a very similar growth. Not only that, but the meat in her arms, thighs, and calves grew larger well to proportion everything out.
With only 2 hours left to get dressed and prepare as she saw fit, the prospect of a hot shower and styling her hair seemed nice. She certainly had the time, why not pamper and prepare herself?
She pondered briefly what the Wonderbolts to do, with one of their more valuable members all but gone, the souvenirs now firmly grafted onto her body, before quickly dismissing the idea. It would only ever be her problem if they addressed the issue to her, other than that, she would keep her lips sealed.
“Worthless flier, finally put to beneficial use.”
