Author's Note

Contains: object stuffing, anal insertion, abdominal bulging, all the way through.

Bouncing High (object stuffing)

High Bounce stared at the large box she had carried into the living room.

A few months ago, her bosses had decided to start hosting company wide charity events. Every week, you could donate two bits to have your name put in a drawing for a seemingly random bulk item off the warehouse shelves. The first week had been twenty boxes of tissues. The second week fifty pounds of dry beans. The third week her co-workers finally pressured her into signing up and she found herself the proud owner of a five gallon bucket of almond oil.

Avoiding the drawings had been pretty easy after that until just last week when the flyer went up on the notice board with a picture almost perfectly matching her cutie mark and a description of the prize:

This week's prize: assortment of 500 bouncy balls. Please donate a minimum of two bits into the container below to add your name to the drawing.

She couldn't believe it. What would she even do with five hundred bouncy balls? Even as she tried to picture how many that would even be, she found her horn lighting and two bits floating into the slot and the pen scrawling her name across the page. It wasn't like she was gonna win anyways.

"What am I going to do with five hundred bouncy balls?"

Carefully cutting the tape, she had opened the box to find a brightly colored mess of bouncy balls staring out at her. Picking up a green one, she examined it. The surface of the one inch orb was smooth, the seam between the two halves imperceptible.

"Huh. These are actually pretty well made."

Giving the ball an experimental bounce on the hardwood floor of her living room, she smiled at how well it bounced. Looking back in the box, she simply stared at the other four-hundred and ninety-nine.

"Eh, I can put you guys with the almond oil."

Stowing away the box in her closet, she settled down with a book her friend had recommended.

Later that night, High Bounce set down her book, cheeks flushed and crotch burning. The story had started as a simple adventure, transitioning smoothly into a slow burning romance before abruptly shifting into wild, hot blooded porn.

Getting up and noticing with embarrassment the wet spot on her reading chair, she hustled to the closet and pulled down her box of 'toys' grabbing the bucket of almond oil too, the best use she found for it so far being lube. Glancing at the box of bouncy balls, she paused.

Dawn jumped slightly, voice waivering as she continued her speech to the assembled nobles. Risking a glance to Noble Night, her betrothed took a sip from his hovering goblet, though the glint in his eye betrayed him as another grape slipped past her tight pucker.

Shaking her head, High Bounce turned to shut the closet door, but paused again.

Continuing her speech as best she could, her concentration began to slip as grape after grape filled her waiting rectum.

Grabbing the box of bouncy balls, High Bounce set off for the bathroom, a spring in her step and the gleam of determination in her eye.

Flicking the bathroom light on with a spark of magic, she grabbed the bottle of pills labeled Clean-Out and downed one with a gulp of water from the sink. Shuddering at the sudden empty feeling in her bowels, she turned her attention back to the box.

Dawn shuddered, voice shaking as her nethers clenched, a powerful wink sending her essence splattering to the floor. She could only hope that nopony heard it, though she saw her lover smirk out of the corner of her eye as another grape found its way inside her.

Pulling a pink bouncy ball out of the box, she rinsed it, dried it, and dunked it in the almond oil.

Spinning around to present her ass to the full length mirror, she hitched her tail to the side and took a moment to admire herself.

Office work had been good to her, her hips finally filling out and making her look less like a lanky teenager, her butt cheeks finally getting that bit of jiggle that she had been so envious of in college. Spreading her hind legs, she took a moment to gauge that her tits had grown slightly since last she checked, the small mounds gaining a bit of definition. Tracing her eyes up her soaked slit, disappointingly small clit winking out at her, she gazed at what she believed to be her best feature.

Nestled just beneath her pudgy dock lay her pert ponut, the lightly wrinkled ring of muscle the star of just about every night's show. A bit larger than normal, the dark ring of flesh held a near perfect circle despite her cheeks pressing into either side of it, displaying just how strong the muscle was and just how tight it could grip while the wrinkles on its surface belayed just how stretchy and accepting it could be. Clenching, she watched the ring of flesh tighten, every wrinkle becoming more pronounced before she relaxed, the barest hint of pink flashing momentarily in the middle of her favorite hole.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, though she didn't know why. The bouncy ball was hardly wider than the smallest bead on her anal beads.

Relaxing, she tensed slightly at the tingle of her magic as she slipped the ball into her pucker.

"...Huh. I guess I was expecting more than that."

Shrugging, she picked up a blue bouncy ball, rinsed, dried and lubed it and watched as the ball parted the wrinkles of her tailhole before disappearing inside, leaving behind only a faint sheen in the center of her tailhole.

"Well this is too slow."

Picking up a whole bunch of bouncy balls, she rinsed them as a clump and dried them all off. Dumping them in the lube bucket, it was easy then to slip them into her waiting hole in quick succession. As her rectum filled with rubber, she thought back to the book, trying to imagine herself as Dawn while a Noble Night teased her in front of a banquet.

Dawn winked again, the splattering sound accompanied by another grape slipping into her packed rectum. As another grape kissed her straining entrance, the ones already inside her shifted to make room, slipping beyond her stuffed rear end even deeper into her.

"Ah! OoOoh." High Bounce groaned as the first bouncy ball made its way into her colon. Glancing at the bouncy balless lube bucket, she prepared a larger batch and then kept going.

Continuing her speech before was difficult enough, but the feeling of grapes marching ever deeper into her forbidden recesses made it near impossible. The only consolation was that she was nearly done, stuttering out the words of her final remarks.

Glancing down at her stomach, High Bounce could almost see the line of bouncy balls snaking their way deeper into her. She could certainly feel them. The way the rubbery surfaces squeaked against each other every time she shifted sent such pleasant vibrations through her. Finishing off the batch, she prepared another.

High Bounce wasn't delivering a speech, and she certainly wasn't going to run out of bouncy balls any time soon. She also didn't have a secret lover waiting to meet her in a secluded side room to ravish her thoroughly. She did have another two dozen or so bouncy balls all lubed up and ready to go though. Less than a minute later, they were gone, High Bounce shoving the last one past her sensitive ring with a slight grunt. It was taking more force to move the line along with each ball she added to the train, and it was becoming more difficult to focus her magic though the haze of lust and pleasure.

High Bounce was happy for the break she got to take as she prepared another batch, this batch bigger than any of the others. Looking down at her stomach, she could now easily trace the lumpy U-shaped bulge, the train of improvised anal beads nearing the end of her colon.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up another ball, this one a deep shade of purple. Turning her ass back to the mirror, she smiled at the sight of her quivering tailhole. Oh how much she'd love to be doing this to another mare, if only she could find the courage to actually ask one, and if only they'd actually tell her yes. Shaking away the morose thought, she went back to shoving bouncy balls up her ass.

It only took thirty or so to finish filling her colon, a gutteral groan escaping her as she felt a bouncy ball slip past the sphincter into her small intestine. Pausing for a moment to wonder if this was a good idea, she shifted her weight, causing another five to slip into her most forbidden depths.

"Oh no. There's no way I'm stopping now."

Picking up another bouncy ball, she restarted the laborious and slow process of pushing the train of balls deeper into her.

High Bounce entered into a sort of trance. Pressing each ball past her battered and throbbing ring was a peak, a bolt of electricity racing through her, while also being lost in the sea of similar events. The only constant was the rise of her oncoming orgasm, her soaked clit winking faster and faster. Another batch was prepared, another dozen balls passing through her winking sphincter. Her belly was now noticably heavier, the bulge of her colon lost in the sea of bumps dotting her belly.

The constant flow of rubber balls was both monotonous and devine, the predictable action, much like thrusting, continuously propelling her to greater heights, the slow buildup promising to deliver one of the biggest, most soul shattering orgasms of her life. Gone were the worried thoughts of how she was going to get them out. Gone were the idle fantasies of marefriends future and the passing imaginings of characters read. For High Bounce, all that existed were the dwindling supply of bouncy balls outside her body and the growing mass of rubber inside her body. As she washed and dried the last set of bouncy balls, the thought stuck her that she really was going to fit five hundred bouncy balls into her poor, battered body.

That thought was hot.

While it was a perversion of the bouncing ball on her flank, it was still closer to her destiny than her office job had ever been. And really, how much closer to your destiny can you be than having it literally fill you? She paused, an unexpected sensation catching her off guard.

"Speaking of full..."

Poking her distended belly, she grunted as she felt the mass of balls snaking through her shift, one threatening to escape the confines of her ass, ponut straining to contain it. Completely forgetting the entirely too mundane sensation of fullness, she glanced at the bucket of lube containing the last of the bouncy balls.

"Onetwothreefour... Only eleven left."

Counting down, she slipped each one past her straining ring, the stretching in her rectum almost uncomfortable now. As the last one slipped in, she groaned in unabashed pleasure.

"Five hundred bouncy balls, all in my ass."

Shifting her weight back and forth, her building orgasm reached its final heights as the mass of rubber squeaked and rubbed within her. Remembering the final part of the scene, where Noble Night thrust his throbbing length into her overstuffed butt, she quickly fished her biggest dildo out of her toy box and dunked it in the bucket of lube before slowly thrusting it into her straining tailhole.

The massive rubber cock invading her well-used hole was the final straw, finally pushing her over the edge in a rush of pleasure, fireworks filling her vision as her trembling legs gave out, dropping her to the floor with a thump.

The impact drove the air from her lungs, her body automatically coughing even as her mind was still lost in orgasm. After what was only seconds, even though it felt much longer, she came to, blinking the lights from her eyes. Her blurry vision focusing, she watched a bouncy ball bounce away from her, leaving a wet trail of droplets behind, even as she tasted a faint hint of almonds on her tongue.