It's Okay If It's For Charity
“The amount of prepwork you do for these streams is insane.”
Pipp paused her fiddling with the mess of cables and equipment and looked back at Zipp. “So many ponies think it’s unfairly easy to be a streamer. You just get on camera, wink a little bit, maybe say something real sexy, and suddenly there’s a thousand bits in the bank! But there’s like, way more that goes into it.” She returned to the camera she had been setting up, her head snapping back and forth between it and one of the three monitors on the desk to her side.
“I definitely see that now.” Zipp flew carefully around the room, taking stock of everything within it. In the center was a sturdy yet comfortable chair with a coil of rope nestled neatly atop it. Next to it, dozens of fixtures were placed, each aimed or staged carefully or with precision. Two cameras were focused onto it, one currently in Pipp’s hooves and the other directly before it, resting on top of the center computer monitor. Above the seat was an array of lights lit up so brightly Zipp had to shield her eyes from the glare coming off of it. Zipp moved in front of the chair and craned her head back at the screen.
“You know, I’ve got a pretty good ass,” she said, admiring the playback.
“Sure, but mine is way better.”
“Bigger, maybe,” Zipp said as she examined her sister’s rump. “Not so sure about better.”
“How many bits did you earn showing it off last month?”
“Point taken.” Zipp chuckled and then moved away from the chair, hovering instead over the table that had been strategically set up behind it. In the monitor it was vaguely blurry, visible only enough to show that there was much stacked on it, but not what specifically was there.
And what was there was a lot. Zipp whistled as she catalogued for the dozenth time the assorted goods, her mind reeling only a little as she glanced back between it and her sister. A whole end of the table was various cakes: chocolate and vanilla and spice and black forest and even a triple tiered wedding cake. The opposite end of the table had been reserved for more fluid products. There was a pack of two-litre soda bottles, a jar of maple syrup next to a bulk container of vegetable oil, and a package of chocolate and caramel syrups, whose cheery decorations did nothing to settle the uneasiness in Zipp’s gut.
Well, at least it wasn’t her gut that this was going into.
Between the cakes and the colas was, well, pretty much everything else. Boxes of donuts rested beneath plates of thick, dense brownies. Three overflowing bags from the nearest Hayburger leaked grease onto a stack of extra-large pizza boxes. Kept insulated from the hot food were two different gallons of ice cream; a chocolate mint and a cookie-dough. Actual cookie dough, one of those pre-packaged rolls from the cooler section, sat on top of those. Zipp’s eyes landed on a brown paper bag with a mass of celery and carrots sticking out of it, and she laughed.
Zipp turned back to Pipp and found her already sitting in the chair, her neck craned around the back of it as she looked at Zipp silently. Zipp landed and walked around to the front.
“You ready?” Zipp asked.
“Mhm,” Pipp nodded. “Thanks again for helping me with this. I, like, physically couldn’t do it without you.”
“You’re gonna owe me a lot for this. It’s not every day I’m asked to participate in my own sister’s fetish streams. In fact, it’s the first!” She shook her head and then smiled to dissuade Pipp’s frown. “It’s fine. It’s for a great cause, at least. I’m happy to help.”
“Yay!” Pipp cheered, dancing in her seat. She stopped and then leaned forward, her smile immediately dropping into a stern frown. “Okay. Some things before we go live.”
“Sure thing. What’s up?”
“First thing’s first. Safe word is ‘Haven’.”
“Weird, and, also, shouldn’t it be ‘Stop’?”
“This kind of play, and what the viewers are going to want to see, is me pleading ‘stop!’ and you not stopping. And that’s why I need your help. I really want to do this, and at a certain point your own body just sort of refuses to let you do any more. But that doesn’t mean I’m at my limit, or in danger.” Pipp looked up into her sister’s eyes and stuck out her bottom lip, fluttering her eyelashes while she pouted playfully. “Just keep stuffing me until the timer’s done or I say Haven. Ignore everything else I say.”
Zipp raised an eyebrow. “If you’re sure.”
“Completely sure. And that was the second point. If we get the donation, the food goes into me. Be mean to me if it feels right. Nevermind what the viewers want, I want to be more filled than I ever have been.”
“Understood, Roundrumps.” Zipp winked, and Pipp rolled her eyes.
“And finally, feel free to play up to the camera. If the chat makes a special request and it feels fun, play along!” She bit her lower lip and ran her gaze down Zipp’s chest and legs. “You’ve got a gorgeous body, and you should show it off.”
Zipp pulled back, her face vaguely scrunched up in revulsion, but there was no hiding the blush that had found its way onto her cheeks. “Aren’t all your fans here for your fat ass?”
“Uh, yeah. But come on, a fit mare like yourself? Raise that tail in front of the camera and I bet you a hundred bits the donations will flood in.” She gasped and whipped her head over to the clock on the wall. “Okay! It’s time! Go ahead and hit the ‘Go Live’ button.”
Zipp saluted and then hopped over to the monitor on the far right side of the desk. She tapped the keyboard and then turned back to Pipp, nodding. Pipp, however, didn’t see it. She was already lost in the camera’s gaze.
“Well hello, all my precious Pippsqueaks! Welcome back to another wink.tv stream from your favourite plump pink princess pony, Pipp! Ooh, I’m so excited, I’ve got just the most awesome show for you today.” She fluttered her eyelashes, gave a fake pout, and then blew a kiss at the camera. “Who can guess what we’re doing?”
>> thunderstruck: whats with the chair? dildo sitting?
>> Hitchster: WE LOVE YOU PIPP
>> HeyThereDahlia: Please let it be feeding please let it be feeding please let it be feeding
>> thunderstruck: wait is that Zipp? wtf
>> Hitchster: FUCK YOU ZIPP
>> TrailBlazeit420: fuck you Hitchster, zipp is hot. iwtciz
>> BorealisDusk: mood lol
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Is that a table behind the chair? What’s on it?
>> thunderstruck: ooh ooh I know! I know!
>> thunderstruck: she’s gonna get zipp to forcefeed her!
>> HeyThereDahlia: oh my alicorn yes PLEASE
>> HeyThereDahlia: PLEASE be right thunderstruck omg
“That’s right, my lovely fans! Today my amazing sister is going to cram me full until my belly can’t take it. Not just for me, though, no! We’re doing it for a cause that’s near and dear to my heart.” Pipp held her hoof to her chest, drooped her ears, and sighed dramatically. Her eyes misted and a tear ran down her cheek, and Zipp had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes. “Every now and then I get a DM asking how I can live with myself wasting all this food when there are hungry children out there, and I—well, I…”
She paused to sniffle and wipe another tear from her eye. “The very first one I got like that, I said, they’re right! And I went right out and donated an equal amount to what I’ve spent on food over the last year to various charities. Ever since then, I always donate after a stream. But!” Pipp and her ears perked up, her eyes instantly drying as her trademark smile shone brighter than the lights bearing down on her. “I knew that I could be better.”
“Chat’s eating this up,” Zipp whispered, and Pipp answered with a rapid, knowing glance.
“For today’s stream, Pippsqueaks, every bit donated is going straight to Food for Foals, a Zephyr Heights charity that focuses on keeping poorer children in schools fed. And if I’m going to ask you to donate, and donate a lot, because nopony wants those poor colts and fillies to ever go without breakfast again, then I’m going to have to work pretty hard for it.”
She leaned forward towards the camera, and Zipp blinked back in shock at the sultry, devious expression playing back from the monitor. As far as she was concerned, Pipp was far too soft to ever look that devilish.
“Up to 1000 bits, I’ll eat 100 calories of food for every 10 bits donated. After that, it’s one to one. One bit, one calorie. And to help make sure I swallow every. Last. Drop…”
She looked at Zipp and then nodded. Zipp flew over, grabbed the coil of rope, and then ducked behind the chair and quickly fastened Pipp’s forelegs to the back.
“...Zipp is going to tie me down and feed me, no matter what I say.”
>> Hitchster: FUCK YOU ZIPP
>> PippSqueaker(BOT): Hitchster has been kicked by BigSisterIsWatching.
>> TrailBlazeit420: more like FUCK Zipp amirite
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: You’re such a hero Pipp. Thinking about all those orphans
>> BorealisDusk: who said they’re orphans?
>> HeyThereDahlia: Pipp I’m so hungry feed ME
>> thunderstruck: now this is a show I am looking forward to
>> thunderstruck: do you think she’ll break her record? what even is it
>> HeyThereDahlia: 17500 calories in 5 hours she did two moons ago during her winter special
>> HeyThereDahlia: She had three hundred and sixty advent calenders and
>> HeyThereDahlia: ate one for every day of the moon
>> TrailBlazeit420: …amirite?
>> FlowerPowerPony: Holy shit that’s a lot of chocolate
>> HeyThereDahlia: I have the VOD downloaded and watch it once a week
>> FlowerPowerPony: pretty cringe yo
>> HeyThereDahlia: she cries near the end
>> FlowerPowerPony: okay nm that’s hot
>> TrailBlazeit420: haha what a whore
>> thunderstruck: yeah that’s fucking hot
>> thunderstruck: wait
>> thunderstruck: WAIT
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: I dunno if her crying is sexy! Isn’t that bad?
>> thunderstruck: YEAH IT IS BAD AND SHE’S ABOUT TO BLOW PAST THAT RECORD
>> thunderstruck: fuckin lube me UP I am HERE for this
>> Hitchster: sensitive much
>> Hitchster: here let me apologize i guess
>> Hitchster donated 50 bits: fuck you zipp
“Do you always deal with assholes like this?” Zipp asked. “How do you not lose your shit? Or break down crying, I guess?”
“You just need a thicker skin! It’s just how the internet is.” Pipp wiggled in her seat and tested her binds, satisfied that she absolutely could not move. She looked to her side and nodded happily after seeing the side camera was perfectly focused on her stomach. “Alright my lovely Pippsqueaks! We’ve got a donation for 500 calories! Make sure to keep an eye on the second video feed. It’s extra zoomed in on my belly, so you can watch it grow over the next four hours.”
“What do you feel like starting with? 500 is two slices of cake, two slices of pizza, or…” She paused as she read the sheet of nutrition facts for the food on the table, and blinked in disbelief. “Or one cake donut? What the fuck?”
The monitor chimed a bright and cheerful tone that rang throughout the room, and the stream bot spoke to them in a robotic voice.
“SunSlut4Unicorns donated 100 bits: Zipp you’re amazing. Give her three donuts.”
“That answers that,” Pipp said. She winked at the camera, then opened her mouth wide and pushed her tongue out, eagerly awaiting her meal.
Zipp nodded and then, after quickly inspecting the boxes of donuts, grabbed and opened one of them. Inside were a dozen of the fried confections, each one wider than her hooves and almost as tall. They were all drenched in a thick icing; some solid chocolate, others vanilla with rainbow sprinkles, and the rest dripping clear glaze. She grabbed one of each and then stepped up to her sister.
“Please, Zipp,” Pipp said, her eyes wide and wet, bottom lip quivering. Zipp found herself marveling at how good Pipp was at acting sad. “I’m so hungry. I haven’t eaten anything in days. Could you please feed me? Pretty pleaaaaase?~”
“Shit, that’s actually kinda hot,” Zipp muttered under her breath. She grabbed Pipp’s mane and pulled her head back just a little further, then stared down her throat. “Alright, Pipp. Here’s your breakfast.”
The first, chocolate-covered donut came up in Zipp’s hoof and went straight into Pipp’s open mouth, already puffing her cheeks out. Pipp shuddered at the sudden rush of food—she had indeed fasted for two days in preparation—and then shuddered again as, before she could chew even once, the glaze-dripping donut found its way into her muzzle as well. She clamped her lips closed and moaned around the cake in her mouth, then started chewing wide and loudly for the microphone. As she broke the donut down she mmmed and ahhed, and then finally locked eyes with the camera before—with a smile—swallowing it all at once.
>> HeyThereDahlia: Alicorns did you HEAR that
>> thunderstruck: shit I am almost gonna cum already
>> Hitchster: hah loser
>> thunderstruck: Fuck you Hitchster
>> TrailBlazeit420: yeaaah you porky pony. let that goddess cram sugar into you
>> TrailBlazeit420: iwtciz
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: iwtcizampsi
>> TrailBlazeit420: what
>> HeyThereDahlia: what
>> changelingsRREAL: what
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: I want to cum inside Zipp and make Pipp swallow it
>> TrailBlazeit420: …
>> BorealisDusk: …
>> TrailBlazeit420: iwtcizampsi
>> HeyThereDahlia: iwtcizampsi
>> FlowerPowerPony: While you idiots were wtcizing she had her third donut
>> TrailBlazeit420: I saw dumbass
>> HeyThereDahlia has donated 50 bits: Please swallow an entire slice of cake like that
>> thunderstruck has donated 200 bits: do the whole cake you slut
Zipp stared dumbfounded at the monitor.
“2500 calories? Already? A whole cake?”
“Ohhhhmygosh,” Pipp purred, smacking her lips. “Oh those were so delicious. They were fresh and light and melted in my mouth.” She winked at the camera and stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth. “Oh, I can’t wait for the rest of those.”
“You gotta have a whole fucking cake first, I guess,” Zipp said.
“What’s your favourite kind of cake, Zipp?”
“Uhh, carrot, I guess,” she replied, walking over to the end of the table. “Which do you want?”
Pipp stared at Zipp’s ass, licked her lips, and then shot a smirk towards the camera before speaking with a low and slow voice. “Mmm, vanilla, with pink and blue icing.”
Zipp shivered and felt chilled as a small wave of sweat ran through her.
“TrailBlazeit420 donated 50 bits: sounds like Pipp wants you in her mouth next,” PippSqueaker cheerily announced.
“Okay,” Zipp snapped. “Time to pack vanilla cake into your mouth so I don’t have to hear any more of that.” She hefted up the dense, cream-cheese-filled dessert and started to fly over to Pipp before swinging back around to the table. A moment later she returned into the camera’s view, cake in hoof with another donut resting on top of it.
Pipp stared up at the dish, taking note of how the edges of the cardboard platter sagged under the weight of all the cake, buttercream, and cream cheese . Kickstarted by the donuts, her stomach had spun into gear and was growling, desperate for sustenance after being deprived for days. She looked up and met Zipp’s eyes.
“More? For me?”
Zipp glanced at the camera and then took a deep breath. “What, was that not enough for breakfast?” She reached forward with her free hoof and placed it on Pipp’s belly, trying to ignore the shudder she felt running down to Pipp’s legs, and started to rub. Her movements coaxed another growl from Pipp’s stomach, and the princess whimpered.
It was not staged sorrow nor an acted noise. At Zipp’s touch to her belly Pipp felt fire between her legs; with the rubbing, and the gurgle of her stomach, she felt truly starved in more ways than one. For a moment, Pipp wondered if soliciting her sister for fetish play was actually a very bad idea.
Zipp poked her pudge, and she immediately knew she didn’t care.
“No, ma’am,” Pipp said, earning a curious twitch from her sister’s ear at the term. “No, I need more. I’m so hungry. I didn’t even feel those donuts.”
“What do nice ponies say?”
“Please, Mistress, feed me~”
It was Zipp’s turn to feel a shudder run down her legs, and rather than focus on what that meant she instead grabbed both the donut and one slice of cake and mashed it into Pipp’s mouth. She watched as her sister chewed, squinting her eyes in focus, listening as the cake and donut were mixed together by tongue and by teeth. The moment Pipp’s throat started to bulge with a gulp she took another slice in hoof and pressed against the pink muzzle.
Pipp greedily accepted her gift, not even halfway swallowing her first portion before opening wide to let another slice of vanilla and cream cheese be forced into her mouth. It was too much with the pre-chewed mass sliding to the top of her throat, and she swallowed instinctively. Thankful that the cake was soft already she continued gulping it all down, taking a moment to grunt as the new portion stuck for just a moment.
“Thank—” Pipp managed to say before Zipp pushed the third of five slices past her gums. This time Zipp let her chew, but replaced her hoof and massaged her sister’s stomach in time with her bites. When that too went down her gullet, Zipp’s rubbing stopped and she pressed in on her sister’s belly.
“I’m practically touching your spine. You poor thing. You must want more, right?”
Pipp nodded enthusiastically, and then opened her mouth wide to the camera, showing off that not a scrap of icing had survived her guttling.
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Okay I’ve only ever caught her toy showcase streams before
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: But this is absolutely a new fetish
>> HeyThereDahlia: Isn’t it great?!?
>> Hitchster: thats right fucking FORCE it into that bitchs mouth
>> Hitchster: little piggy at the trough
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: That’s not very nice Hitchster
>> thunderstruck: no actually she encourages those comments in these streams
>> HeyThereDahlia: Yeah normally she’s all about self-empowerment
>> HeyThereDahlia: But when she’s feeding she’s just a fat, dirty skank
>> HeyThereDahlia: She loves the trash talk
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Huh.
>> TrailBlazeit420: cause she’s a chunky DUMPSTER amirite?!
>> Hitchster: fuck yeah
>> FlowerPowerPony: XD
>> BorealisDusk: mood
>> TrailBlazeit420: oh yeah NOW you all respond
>> TrailBlazeit420: dicks
>> HeyThereDahlia: Hoooooly crap she just swallowed that hole slice without a single bite
>> HeyThereDahlia: This mare ain’t a dumpster she’s a landfill
>> changelingsRREAL: I didnt even see that last slice go down, she must really be starving
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: There’s some icing left on Zipp’s hoof, she didn’t finish it
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Come one lick it up
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Lick her hooves
Zipp read the line on the monitor and found a thought had settled into her mind.
It wasn’t one she normally would have been willing to entertain. In fact, she had actually already shooed it out the door, so to speak, and slammed it shut behind it. Yet somehow, it wormed its way back in, and sat patiently waiting.
Zipp closed her eyes and tried to speedrun analyzing the moral and ethical dilemmas of incest, and the historical and societal reasonings behind its abhorrence.
PippSqueaker dinged. “SunSlut4Unicorns donated 1 bit: Lick her fucking hoof already.”
“Fuck it,” Zipp grunted, and she turned back to Pipp and leered at her. “I’ll do you one better than that.”
“...Mistress? What do I get to eat next, mist—”
Pipp froze as Zipp’s icing-laden hoof pressed against her chest and lasciviously slid down, stroking over her belly fat and further below, into her hips, and then between Pipp and the chair.
“O-oh stars,” Pipp moaned, clenching her eyes shut as Zipp’s hoof rubbed her vag, massaged her folds, and rolled over her clit. “Oh holy shiiiit, Zipp, I… Zipp!?” Her eyes shot wide open, the sudden realization of who was currently probing her soft spot finally hitting her.
Zipp pulled her foreleg out from Pipp’s thighs slowly, letting the string of fluids shine in the light before holding her hoof up to the camera, showing off the mess of icing and sex stuck to the lavender keratin. Then she winked, and stood tall over Pipp.
“That’s Mistress to you,” she said, shoving her whole hoof into Pipp’s mouth, and shuddering as her sister’s tongue instantly started lapping away at it.
>> SunSlut4Unicorns donated 100 bits: Thanks for orgasm #1
>> HeyThereDahlia donated 50 bits: Harmony’s alive that’s hot
>> FlowerPowerPony donated 100 bits: Holy shit
>> TrailBlazeit420 donated 150 bits: CAN SHE COME ON EVERY STREAM PLEASE
>> BorealisDusk donated 100 bits: mood
>> Hitchster: fucking hoofsucking degenerates
>> Hitchster: the only thing more cringe is if you asked them to hold hooves
>> PippSqueaker(BOT): Hitchster has been kicked for the banned phrase: hold hooves
>> TrailBlazeit420: haaaaahahahahahahahaha
>> TrailBlazeit420: I forgot she did that
>> HeyThereDahlia: Please keep your hoof in her mouth after every portion please
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Surely after all that you must be thirsty?
Zipp pulled her hoof out of Pipp’s mouth, her sister following it forward until the rope yanked her back. Pipp stared at it longingly, her jaw lax, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to the tongue-lashed limb. With a smirk Zipp rubbed her hoof off on Pipp’s belly, and Pipp gasped as Zipp pressed hard into her cake-stuffed belly.
“Shit, Pipp, I knew you were fucked up, but slurping your cum off my hoof is a new low.”
Pipp shuddered and rocked on her chair, and whimpered as she tried unsuccessfully to rub her marehood on the seat. “Call me what you want, I need more.” She shivered and sighed, closed her eyes, and blushed warmly. “Please give me more.”
“Of course, chunky. You’re due 5000 calories now, anyways,” Zipp laughed. She patted Pipp’s stomach one more time before surveying the table again. There were so many options available with that much budget, and her eyes settled on one of the plates that had been on top of the donut boxes. “Here we go. Brownies. Your favourite.”
Pipp glanced dejectedly at her crotch, and snorted in frustration. “That’s not the more I wanted,” she pouted.
“Don’t lie to me, yes it is. Here, look. Four brownies. 1000 calories each.” Zipp smiled, the camera catching a hint of teeth as the devious pegasus hefted the plate above Pipp. Immediately Pipp forgot about the eagerness building between her legs, and as her eyes settled on the massive, fudgy squares, they widened and glistened along with her love button.
She licked her lips, a hint of drool running down the side of her cheek as Zipp inched the mass of sugar and chocolate towards her.
“So which one do I get firmrphg—”
As Pipp’s muzzle opened Zipp quickly flipped a wing up and shoved all four brownies off the plate and into it. Pipp coughed once, but as her jaw flexed Zipp used the opportunity to push more of the brownies into her mouth.
“Chew, bitch,” Zipp ordered, her hoof mashing the brownies over Pipp’s cheek while she desperately chomped away at the chocolate. Every time her jaw would open wide to take the next bite Zipp pushed harder, cramming more and more into her. Pipp’s eyes clenched shut as she fought against the assault, and a single tear squeezed itself out and ran down her face while the next bar found its way between her lips.
She coughed again, and her throat triggered instinctively, swallowing the fudgy mass regardless of how broken down it had been. The sudden release of pressure in her mouth only served to let Zipp smash the last brownie in, and a second tear ran down Pipp’s other cheek as gulp after gulp of unchewed brownie scraped its way down her gullet.
It was around the third brownie’s passage down that Pipp’s stomach finally complained to her. She flinched as the morsel’s entry into her belly sent a small sting of pain to her brain, and then she smiled, avidly swallowing the next mouthful and revelling in the aching sensation of fullness she had come to associate with sexual pleasure long, long ago.
The final bite of brownie found its way into her stomach as well, and only after it settled did Pipp allow herself to suck in a mouthful of air. A moment later and she was running her tongue up and over Zipp’s still-pressing hoof, cleaning it up more voraciously than a dog would peanut butter.
“Good girl,” Zipp said, and Pipp melted, her eyes immediately blinking hazily.
“Thank you Mistress,” Pipp answered, and she slid her ass forward and spread her hindlegs expectantly.
“Not yet, slut. You’ve still got 1000 calories,” Zipp said, looking indecisively over the table. She took a moment to glance over the chat and then—silently marvelling at the three hundred viewers currently watching her overfeed her sibling—nodded to the camera and grabbed one of the two litres of cola. “This’ll do.”
“How many cups of that is 1000?”
Zipp cracked the lid and, with a flick, spun it off. She watched it sail into the air and bounce somewhere unknown behind the camera and computer equipment.
“All of it,” she said, standing behind the chair.
Pipp craned her neck back, feeling herself twitch and become even more damp at the view of Zipp above her, staring down.
“Perfect, just like that,” Zipp said, moving the bottle around Pipp and setting the opening just against her lips. “Here’s the deal, piggy. You want to breathe again? You finish your drink. Understood?”
“Yes Mistress!~”
“Good. Here we go, nice and tight seal on that… and… Chug!”
The soda flooded into her mouth, and marecum flooded between her legs. Pipp moaned as she started to swallow mouthful after mouthful of fizzy pop, her eyes wide open and focused on Zipp’s chest just inches away, her cheeks filling with drink and gas and then shrinking as she forced it down, over and over and over.
Her stomach did not agree with her privates though, the signal of fullness being repeatedly sent with more intensity as carbonated caramel syrup filtered into it, filling in all the cracks and gaps between the brownies and donuts and cake. Her next loud, forced gulp was followed by a new sensation of skin starting to stretch, and her eyes smiled at the thought that the belly camera’s show was finally starting.
The bottle popped and cracked as Pipp emptied it, and she looked at it for the first time to measure her progress. Only a litre had found its way into her guts, but already her lungs had started to add their protest to the stomach’s, warning Pipp’s brain that far too much time had gone since her last breath.
She ignored them both and continued to gulp and gulp, the sting of stretching tummy overpowered entirely by waves of electricity in her nethers. As if the excessive liquid were not enough, each ounce of soda reacted violently with the sugary confections still being processed by her stomach, fizzing and bubbling and expanding, all cooperating to bloat her belly and inch her waistline out even further.
Breathe! shouted her lungs. Stop! shouted her stomach. More! shouted her ovaries.
Zipp shook the bottle in Pipp’s mouth as the final few cups crept into her cheeks, and when the last of the amber liquid swirled down the pink bottomless void, she squeezed the plastic and blasted a mouthful of air in to chase it.
Pipp swallowed it just as easily, and then as Zipp pulled the empty container free she wheezed, vacuuming in air as voraciously as she had eaten. She fell into a coughing fit, each contraction of her diaphragm striking her stomach and sending yet another stab of pain through her body.
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: #StayHydrated
>> HeyThereDahlia: ohhhhnnmmyalicorns the belly cam THE BELLY CAM
>> TrailBlazeit420: nice to see Zipp getting into it now
>> TrailBlazeit420: I wonder how far she’ll go tho
>> Hitchster: fifty bits says she kills herself after this cuz of embarrassment
>> thunderstruck: dude dark
>> Hitchster: am i wrong tho
>> BigSisterIsWatching: Give me one reason not to ban you right now
>> Hitchster: how far away is she from the 1k
>> FlowerPowerPony: 150
>> Hitchster: ezpz
>> Hitchster has donated 150 bits: eat her out for 5 minutes too and ill stop insulting you
>> Hitchster: ass to the camera too
>> BigSisterIsWatching: You’re all sick fucks
>> BigSisterIsWatching: I kinda like it
>> TrailBlazeit420: we can see that
>> TrailBlazeit420: eat her out and I’ll match that donation
>> FlowerPowerPony: Did you see her start to cry already? Bringing Zipp on was the best idea ever
>> HeyThereDahlia: I did
>> HeyThereDahlia: At this rate I’m gonna soak through my chair by the end
“And wuh-uurrp, with that my darling Pirppsqueaks…” Pipp started, before pausing for a moment to let a long belch out. She blinked, her eyes distant, then shook her head and beamed at the camera. “With that, my darling Pippsqueaks, we’ve raised 1000 bits for Food for Foals.”
She grinned widely, her eyes squinching shut while she showed off her pearly white teeth and did a little dance in her chair. Her belly bounced and issued a long, complaintive gurgle at her movement, the reverberation rumbling the belly camera’s microphone and sending another wave of ecstasy through to her pussy.
Before she finished dancing, however, she felt a light pressure on her knees and she opened her eyes and looked down curiously. There between her legs was her older sister’s face, the turquoise eyes shimmering up at her.
“Zi—er, Mistress?” Pipp blinked in surprise, suddenly feeling the weight of the taboo fully descend on her. Not helping her conflicted mind at the incredibly-hot-yet-felt-really-wrong image of Zipp an inch away from her privates was the defiant digestive dissonance her abdomen dispelled.
Pipp blushed, and so did Zipp.
Pipp’s belly groaned a loud oowurrrrrrrgh, and Pipp blushed harder out of embarrassment.
And then none of it mattered to her. Not the apprehension at sharing her body with her sister, not the pain in her bloated gut, not the knowledge that they weren’t even halfway done yet, not even the humiliating gassiness. The only things that mattered were the lips sucking on her folds, and the tongue probing deep inside her.
“Oooh-oh-oh, Mistress! It’s so… aaah~” Pipp groaned in delight. She shifted her legs together, locking Zipp firmly in her crotch, and leaned back, losing herself to the meticulous tonguelashing.
Zipp, for her part, had held true to the bargain and held her tail high. Her hindlegs extended, pushing her ass up and her muzzle deeper into Pipp’s pink pussy, and she slowly swayed it back and forth right in front of the main camera.
>> TrailBlazeit420: you know what Hitchster, you’re alright.
>> Hitchster: suck my dick
>> TrailBlazeit420: nm
Zipp’s head bobbed up and down between Pipp’s thighs, her mane brushing the extended belly above her and adding to the sparkly sensations running up and down Pipp’s back. With each wet slurp Pipp writhed and tugged against her restraints, mewling and whimpering in pleasure. The noises and feelings coming from her crotch overwhelmed her and she found that she couldn’t even feel the pain from her stomach.
“Oh, right!” Pipp perked upright, her eyes wide. At Zipp’s surprised “Mmph?” Pipp quickly locked her hindlegs together over her sister’s neck, pinning her in place, and then turned to face the camera.
“As I was saying to all my adorable fans, we’ve now—oh, gods, right there—we’ve now reached a thousand bits raised for… for…” She bit her lip and rolled her eyes, letting a shudder overtake her body. “For, uh, Food for Foals. But that’s not nearly enough for such a heartwarming cause, isn’t it?”
Pipp winked at the camera while Zipp moaned in delight and lapped up the well-earned rewards of her efforts. She uncrossed her legs, but Zipp remained down below, cleaning up the mess staining the fur inside her thighs.
“Ooo-o-oh… Uhm. Ah! Okay! So now, for every bit, I’m only going to eat one calorie. But as you can see behind me, lovelies,” Pipp tossed her head over her shoulder towards the table behind her, “we have so much more for me to eat. You’re all gonna help me help those foals, right? Riiiight?”
She pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes and gave a sad sniff, the pitiful display entirely undermined by Zipp’s sudden appearance in the frame, her chin and cheek fur stuck back with marecum.
“nocklkhrsck donated 1000 bits: Finally able to get my money’s worth,” Pippsqueaker announced, followed shortly by another chime. “PrincessFluffychest donated 500 bits: Stuff that fat pig, Zipp.”
“The ponies have spoken,” Zipp said. She licked her chops one last time as she walked around to the table. “You taste really sweet. Like almost concerningly so. I think it’s time you laid off the sugar.”
She returned in front of Pipp holding two grease-soaked bags of Hayburgers. “So how about some protein, pet?”
Pipp frowned. “Pet? Really?” she whispered.
“I’m new to this, give me a break,” Zipp whispered back. “Well, Princess? Hungry for lunch?” she asked aloud.
Pipp looked away from Zipp and down at the belly camera, and her stomach grumbled loudly. “W-well, Mistress, I’m not… I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Not hungry.” Zipp raised an eyebrow. “But are you full?”
There was a moment of silence between the two.
“...N-No,” Pipp said back, deliberately choking on the word.
>> PrincessFluffychest: Mhm, that’s right, you gluttonous slut
>> MYNAMEROB: FUCKING THATS RIGHT YOULL NEVER BE SATISFIED
>> MYNAMEROB: CAUSE YOUR A FAT SLUT
>> Neighsayer77: came here cause i heard Pipp was gonna eat til she explodes
>> PrincessFluffychest: Fucking right she is
>> saddleup_bitch: Look at that obese bitch, its never enough for her
>> MYNAMEROB: EAT UP CHUNKY
>> Pippsqueaker(BOT): MYNAMEROB has been kicked for all-capitals.
>> HeyThereDahlia: Whoah where did all these freaks come from
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Can we really call them freaks
>> Anonfillyfooler: i bet she guzzles cum as much she does fries and burgers
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: When we’re all getting off to her stuffing herself silly?
>> HeyThereDahlia: Yes
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Excellent. Where did all you freaks come from?
>> ImTheAlphaBitch: This stream just hit top trending on the homepage
>> PrincessFluffychest: Instant erection when I saw the belly cam
>> PrincessFluffychest: This mare is going places
>> thunderstruck: yall need to work on your dirty talk
>> thunderstruck: allow me
>> thunderstruck has donated 500 bits: time to chow down, chubby. fill those guts until you break
“Okay let me get this figured out,” Zipp muttered. “This meal is 1500 calories, which gets Hitchster’s donation done. Then we had 1000, and two 500’s, right?”
Pipp didn’t answer, her lips shut tight against the huge double hayburger Zipp was currently holding against them. Saliva filled her mouth as her eyes crossed to focus on the bun before them, her nose filled with the rich and enticing scent of deep-fried hay patties slathered in ketchup and pickles and cheese. She whimpered, desperate to open her mouth, but her stomach commanded it to stay closed.
“So that’s 2000, right? So another one of these meals, and then you can have a slice of cake as a treat.”
“Mhm,” Pipp muttered, her jaw quivering.
Zipp sighed and then patted Pipp on the shoulder while pulling the burger back. “Here, don’t be scared. We’ll work through this together. Tell me, Pipp, are you a pony, or a dumpster?”
“I’m a dumpster,” she replied, nodding eagerly.
“You’re here for me to throw all this food away in, right?”
“Right!” she answered, sitting up in her seat.
“So it doesn’t matter how full you feel, does it?”
“Nope,” she said. She smiled brightly at Zipp. “Thanks for the encouragement.”
“You’re welcome. Now, Dumpster… open your mouth. Wider. That’s good.”
The burger came in slowly, Zipp carefully guiding a full third of the sandwich past Pipp’s teeth, sliding the grease-saturated bun across her tongue.
“Now bite.”
Pipp complied, and found heaven as she tore off the third with a deep, crunchy bite. She chewed slowly, making sure to grind and chew as loudly as she could for the microphone, before bracing herself and—determined—swallowing it all in one go.
Her throat bulged out as the mass moved down, and when it reached her stomach all the alarms that had been screeching within her brain died out. Her gut wrenched, and the room filled with a deep and reverberating glurrrrr-GLKE as her stomach—given up on refusing to accept more—forced cake and donuts through to her small intestine instead.
“Another,” Zipp commanded, rotating the burger to offer a second third of it.
With more room in her belly Pipp eagerly snapped forward at the sandwich, chewing far faster and energetically now. Clearly understanding it to be a lost cause, her stomach continued pressing more food along the system, singing to the microphones as it churned.
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: That really didn’t sound healthy
>> thunderstruck: is that a problem
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Based off how drenched my couch is, no, not at all
>> ImTheAlphaBitch: Dumpster is a good name for her
>> Anonfillyfooler: way better than pipp
>> Anonfillyfooler: all shes good for is guzzling down food
>> TrailBlazeit420: zipp is doing an amazing job
>> TrailBlazeit420: gods she’s so hot too. fuckin let me eat your ass while you feed dumpster
>> BorealisDusk: mood
>> HeyThereDahlia: BigSisterIsWatching should do a sybian stream soon
>> HeyThereDahlia: But burst your sister first please
>> BigSisterIsWatching: o7
>> TrailBlazeit420: yeeeeessss
>> PrincessFluffychest: How much has she eaten so far anyways?
>> Hitchster: not enough
>> BriskBroncoLover3854: clearly. you call that a gut? i’ve seen skeletons with more meat on them
>> PippLover69 has donated 2000 bits: eat up fatty
>> FlowerPowerPony: give her the chocolate cake now, Zipp
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Fill this Dumpster
Zipp turned back from the chat as Pipp swallowed the last of the two hayburger meals, the hard and slow urglg signalling to her that she was finished. She took a moment to admire the change that had come over her sister, and how her fuzzy pink belly bulged out even further than normal.
“I think they may have a point, sis. The chunkier you are, the hotter you look.”
“Huuuhhh…” Pipp gasped slowly, trying to catch her breath as the burger and fries settled into the mass of food within her. She breathed in deeply, her gut lifting with the effort, before exhaling just as laboriously. “You… huhh… you think so?” she asked, blushing.
“Of course,” Zipp said. She stepped past Pipp towards the table and gently patted her stomach, earning a content “Mmm” from her and a discontent growl from within. “I think it stands to reason you’re going to be even sexier once all of this is into you.”
Pipp took a moment to take a few more deep breaths, smirking at the belly camera as she saw the chat rocket by at her movements. She glanced behind herself and gulped. “A-all of it. Right.”
“Of course all of it. You’re my little Dumpster, aren’t you?” Zipp stood next to Pipp now and leaned on her shoulder, holding another platter of cake over her head. It was just as massive as the first one, a dense two-layered chocolate cake with globs of ganache-coated buttercream covering it all. Hidden underneath was a thick pudding, peppered with chocolate chips, and the entire thing was topped with a light drizzle of caramel syrup. As Zipp grinned down at Pipp, a line of caramel slowly oozed over the side and onto her hoof.
“Mhmm,” Pipp answered, licking her lips.
Zipp looked up at the camera for a moment, considered something, and chuckled softly to herself.
“I suppose if you’re a dumpster, I should be feeding you trash, then,” she said, overturning her hoof. The cake dropped weightily onto Pipp’s stomach with a moist smack before sliding down through her thighs and onto the floor. Pipp flinched at the sudden shock, groaning painfully along with her intestines, and she looked back up at Zipp with tearful eyes.
“Ow! Mistress, that hurt!” she complained, pouting again. “Now you’ve ruined my meal, too,” she sniffed.
Ignoring her, Zipp swung one leg around over Pipp’s knee and stomped hard onto the collapsed cake, mashing it all into one creamy, chocolatey mess of cake of icing. She ground her hoof down into it, taking the opportunity to lean her knee into Pipp’s belly, cutting the princess’s complaining off with a sharp stab of pain that doubled her over.
When Pipp raised her head again to gripe, she found Zipp flying above her, her hindleg absolutely coated in cake and icing from hock to hoof, an inch away from her mouth. She understood immediately, and without further direction opened her mouth wide, as wide as she could possibly manage, and stuck her tongue out as far as it could go.
“Good Dumpster,” Zipp praised her, before angling her dirty hoof between Pipp’s teeth and stepping down, quivering as she felt the warm and wet inside of Pipp’s mouth surround her fur. Pipp got to work immediately, her tongue tickling the bottom of Zipp’s hoof, dragging against her coat, absolutely soaking her leg. Bit by bit Zipp pressed down, watching in awe her own self as more and more of her leg disappeared between the pink lips below.
She felt a sudden stop within the warm cavern, and glanced down to catch Pipp’s eyes. Her sister nodded up at her, then clenched her eyes hard and, trembling, swallowed hard.
The force surprised Zipp, and she dropped an inch as Pipp’s throat bulged wide with hoof. Another hard gulp came and Zipp dropped another inch. She struggled to keep herself flying in the air, desperately hanging on to her balance with each tug, distracted by the intense sensation of having her ankle throat-massaged.
Pipp started to shake her head hard, stomping her own hoof on the floor loudly, tears now fully flowing down her cheeks and onto her chest, and Zipp flapped hard, raising herself into the air.
Her leg came free from Pipp’s mouth with a schllorp!, the loud pop sending a spray of saliva across the room. As Zipp landed Pipp coughed hard and sputtered, her chest heaving even harder now.
“Hey,” Zipp said, lifting Pipp’s chin and meeting her eyes, her eyebrows creased with concern.
“Cough… uh… yeah?” Pipp croaked, blinking tears away, her face flushing.
“Are you okay?”
Pipp nodded. “Yeah, I thi—glurk!” she said, coughing again as Zipp smashed the remaining mass of destroyed cake into her open mouth. The surprise did nothing to stop her from doing her duty, and Pipp eagerly munched and mashed the mess without breaking stride. Each mouthful of icing and cake earned another deep mmmmh~ that soared through the air and into the microphone, causing scores of messages and emotes to race across the monitor.
Pipp swayed, rolling back and forth in her seat as she loudly slurped and smacked up the cake. The rich, decadent chocolate sent shivers down her spine; the sweet, creamy pudding sent rivers of drool to pour out the side of her mouth; and the earthy, musky taste of Zipp’s hoof caused shivers and drool to run from between her legs. With each gulp now she felt a sting of pain that shot her out of her seat, the stabbing warnings morphing into orgasmic pleasure as they ran through her body. Every time her stomach screamed, her brain only heard one single word.
More.
More, her fans begged. More, her mouth and tongue pleaded. More, her mind demanded.
“More?” Zipp offered, asking not Pipp but the camera as she knelt down low and rubbed her sister’s bloated, groaning belly.
“Hitchster donated 3000 bits: yeah duh,” Pippsqueaker answered.
>> Hitchster: finally got my allowance from Mommy
>> BigSisterIsWatching: Mommy? How old are you??
>> Hitchster: 27
>> ponutpuncher9000: tbf 3000 bits would be a fucking huge allowance
>> TrailBlazeit420: it STILL is wtf Hitchster
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Never seen a pony with a sugar mommy before. How’s the sex?
>> Hitchster: eeeeewwww wtf wtf! it’s my actual mommy
>> Hitchster: sick fucks
>> PrincessFluffychest: Still not the creepiest thing I’ve seen online.
>> ImTheAlphaBitch: They might be fucking if she just casually dumps 3 grand on him
>> thunderstruck: you know what? because of Mommy, dumpster’s gotta eat a pizza now
>> HeyThereDahlia: Yeah thats fair
>> HeyThereDahlia: Thank you Mommy
>> changelingsRREAL: Thank you Mommy
>> BriskBroncoLover3854: thank u mommy
>> Hitchster: fuck all of you
“No… No more, Mistress,” Pipp said, her eyes watering almost as much as her mouth as they laid upon the glistening greasy pizza being held before her. “No more, no more…” she muttered, shaking her head as Zipp brought the first slice towards her.
“What? You don’t think this food is good enough?
“No, I didn’t say that—”
“You don’t like pizza? Is that it, fatty? There’s one food you won’t fit down your fucking gullet?”
“No, no Mistress, I love pizza, I do—”
“Are you embarrassed by how big your gut is? Is that it? Don’t want to be any bigger, because all your fans will think you’re disgusting?”
Pipp frowned and stomped a hoof, silencing Zipp’s chastising. “I’m beautiful!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah! And the bigger I am, the more of me there is that’s beautiful!”
Zipp nodded, deep in thought as a flood of heart emoticons and “You go queen!!!” messages floated up the monitor. “Then open your fucking mouth, Dumpster,” she hissed, holding the slice back up.
Pipp looked back to the camera, pride radiating from her cheeks. She opened her mouth to begin some gaudy inspirational message when her stomach interrupted her, filling the room with an enourmous GOOOOWWWWRRRLLLRRRGGGGGGRGGRGRGGG, followed by Pipp’s eyes going distant while a tiny urp escaped her lips.
Zipp stared at her, eyes wide.
“...I felt the fucking floor shake, Pipp.”
“SunSlut4Unicorns donated 1000 bits: Do that again. #StayHydrated.”
Pipp glanced down at her belly and then up at Zipp. “...No more?” she suggested with an awkward smile.
“Eat up, piggy,” Zipp replied, sliding the tip of the slice past Pipp’s lips and further in as her smile opened wide.
An explosion of flavours lit up Pipp’s mouth as the pizza touched her tongue. The tangy bite of cheddar paired beautifully with the hint of rosemary and garlic that permeated the bread, and she bit and snapped until she had the entire slice in her mouth. Cheeks full, she chewed slowly, tensing and relaxing with every gush of grease and cheese that coated her tongue. Satisfied she had savoured it as much as possible, she started to swallow, bracing herself for the inevitable pangs of protest from her gut.
The pain didn’t come, however; replaced instead by even louder gurgles and shakes as pound after pound of food forced its way through her intestines. Curious, she glanced over at the belly cam’s monitor and froze, her jaw dropping.
She was enormous—at least as far as she had ever looked before. Never had this much food been crammed into her tiny body, and it was incredibly apparent. Her gut groaned and she watched it twitch and stretch just a bit further out, her coat starting to feel snug around her insides. The site of it set her vag on fire, and she started to slide her folds back and forth against the seat. A quiet whimper escaped her lips, her chin quivering as she absentmindedly tried to bring a forehoof around to her clit, only for it to tug against the rope instead.
A second slice of pizza found its way into her open mouth, and Pipp turned back from the belly camera to eat facing the main one. Right before the crust sucked past her teeth, Zipp snuck another oozy, cheezy piece on top of it. Smiling satisfactorily as Pipp grabbed and began chewing it as well, she dropped down low, once again spreading her sister’s knees far apart.
She felt the warm, wet touch of a tongue, though not against her throbbing marehood as she so desperately wanted. Zipp’s tongue began to ride slowly up Pipp’s tummy, rising from her thighs up to her chest, catching all the bits of icing that had remained from the former cake drop. Up and down Zipp’s tongue ran over her sister, tugging at the fur on her coat, soaking her stretched skin, and sending electric sparks whenever she circled her navel.
The grooming was interrupted only for Zipp to cram more pizza into Pipp’s mouth, taking care to never leave her cheeks empty for even a moment, before she would slide back down, tracing the veins on her neck to her shoulder blades, sliding over to the center of her chest, and then down to her slowly-expanding gut. The more pizza that fell down Pipp’s esophagus, the louder and more frequently it would sing, and Zipp matched her movements to the sound. There would be a groooan and Zipp would press her tongue flat and drag it across the top of her hips, a gurgurgle and she would run the tip of her tongue in circles around her navel. After one particularly large mouthful of cheese and bread, a deep errgg… grg… glububuguguguuurrrgh led to Zipp kissing along the wall of her stomach as it shook.
“Ohhh, M-Missstresssss,” Pipp gasped after the last slice crept down her neck. “Don’t stop, Mistress, I’m so close… Oh… Ooohhh… Oh?” She blinked, disappointment overwhelming her as Zipp pressed her knees together and stood up. Dejected, she watched Zipp pat her belly and walk until she was out of sight behind her, and then turned back to the camera to bratily pout.
Her ostentatious display was quickly interrupted as a white hoof wrapped around her neck and yanked her chin high. Yet again she found herself lost in turquoise eyes, before her mind caught up with the rest of what she saw and panic replaced her lust.
In Zipp’s other hoof was another two litre of soda, the cap already long lost.
“We’re gonna play a game, Dumpster.”
“Yeah?” Pipp said salaciously, fluttering her eyelashes at Zipp as her chance to do so at the camera had been cut short.
“You’re gonna hold this in your mouth by yourself, and you’re gonna finish it all in one go, or you don’t get to cum any more tonight.”
Pipp practically jumped in her chair towards the bottle, her quivering cunt the only thing on her mind. “Yes! I’ll do it! I’ll be a good Dumpster and drink it all, Mistress!”
“You’re going to drink it all one way or another,” Zipp said, flipping the bottle over and plugging it into Pipp’s mouth. After watching to make sure Pipp had snatched the top in her teeth and started chugging, she let go, stepping away to review the chat while Pipp drank.
>> FlowerPowerPony: Do you think she’ll get it all down in one go?
>> ponutpuncher9000: 1000 bits says she gets half of it in her lungs
>> HeyThereDahlia: OUR Dumpster? Not a chance. She’ll choke out before she lets some food
>> HeyThereDahlia: get away from her.
>> thunderstruck: I mean sure but like I’m not sure she’s ever had this much in her before
>> FlowerPowerPony: What about the chocolate video?
>> HeyThereDahlia: Yeah but that was different, by the time she got to where she is now it had been 4 hours.
>> HeyThereDahlia: It’s just barely over two now
>> TrailBlazeit420: proof that our siblings help us all improve, even if they’re bullies
>> BigSisterIsWatching: I’m a bully, am I?
>> TrailBlazeit420: fuck i hope so
>> TrailBlazeit420: how much for you to step on me
>> TrailBlazeit420: or spit in my mouth or something
>> BorealisDusk: mood lol
>> ncklkhrsck: Stars, TrailBlazeit420, simp harder would you?
>> BigSisterIsWatching: What’s the going rate for her regular streams, anyways?
>> HeyThereDahlia: She usually gets about 3000 bits during her regular toy showcase streams, but she has
>> HeyThereDahlia: a lot of subscribers so
>> TrailBlazeit420: zipp I would send you 3000 for a signed picture of your ponut
>> BigSisterIsWatching: DM me and I’ll get back to you on that
>> BigSisterIsWatching: Might be able to arrange for more than that if you’re feeling generous
>> BigSisterIsWatching: ;P
“What do you think, Pipp, should I start my own streams?” Zipp turned from the computer, laughing and dancing in her seat. “3000 bits for a picture of my asshole. I could make a killing!”
Pipp glared at Zipp, the bottle draining into her now sitting half empty. “Ulp, ulp, ulp, ulp… ulp… …ulp,” she responded, her throat dancing up and down with every mouthful. Again the fizzy soda saturated her insides, bubbling up and stretching her tummy even more. Her stomach screamed in panic and confusion at the torrent of liquid and desperately tried to force more along the pipes, and while Pipp swallowed she felt her lower abdomen start to bloat and distend from the gas and food being shoved through it.
“Aww, come on now, you’re almost there. Just a few more gulps, Pipp,” Zipp said, gently rubbing her belly in small circles. A warm smile spread across Pipp’s cheeks, and she guzzled the soda down with renewed effort, trying her best to disregard the fact that the pain in her guts was no longer being overpowered by the pleasure.
Finally emptied, the bottle dropped to the floor with a loud clatter, and Zipp clapped her hooves before patting Pipp on the back. “Good Dumpster. Here’s your reward,” she said, leaning in on Pipp’s belly from the side and locking lips with her.
Pipp’s surprised gasp was quickly transformed into a deep, ardent moaning as Zipp’s hoof snaked down her shaking, overstretched belly to slide over her shaking, oversoaked pussy. She opened her mouth to let Zipp’s tongue in, noting absentmindedly the sweet, decadent taste of chocolate left over from the cake her sister had licked off her body. She shuddered and groaned, throwing her back up and rolling her eyes in turn with Zipp’s hoof, sliding and riding it as Zipp frantically pawed her.
With a sudden glorgURGLE from her lower belly and a screaming moan muffled by Zipp’s explorative tongue, Pipp came, her fluids gushing out over the chair and the hoof that was unrelenting in its assault. Zipp slowed neither her rubbing nor her kissing, passionately pushing her tongue deeper into Pipp’s mouth and circling her clit over and over and over, prolonging what was quickly becoming the most intense orgasm of her entire life.
Her guts joined in on the explosion of activity, groaning and sloshing and gurgling with her frantic movements, the massive quantities of food shifting and squeezing their way through her body, the gas bubbling back and forth and up and down, and all of it contributing to the overarching pressure that pervaded every inch of Pipp’s being. There was too much pressure in her stomach, the walls stretched taut around an ineluctable torrent of food and drink. There was too much pressure in her intestines, the small gut completely unprepared for the quantities of half-digested food being rammed through it. There was too much pressure in her heart, hormones dumping into her blood with every press of Zipp’s lips against hers, a battle between love and shame that was clearly lost by the latter. And of course, there was too much pressure between her legs, where the weight of all of it, all the food and the gas and the passion, came crashing down onto her cunt.
She came again, a strong stream of marecum shooting out between her thighs, under her stomach and over Zipp’s hoof, soaking the camera as squirt after squirt ejected from her pussy.
Only then did Zipp finally pull back, wiping her hoof off on her own coat and giving Pipp one last peck on the cheek before she sat back, chuckling a nervous, horny laugh.
>> Hitchster donated 3000 bits: clean the screan
>> SunSlut4Unicorns donated 2000 bits: SOMEPONY CLIP THIS
>> theblackestjack donated 3000 bits: that looks like TWO new records to me
>> intherainbowfactory donated 1000 bits: This is the best thing the internet has ever seen
>> BorealisDusk donated 1000 bits: mood
The two pegasi sat back, panting hard, struggling to catch their breath in the sex filled room. Pipp burped and whimpered, her left hindleg twitching madly, her mane soaked with sweat and matted over her face. The intricate makeup that she had spent almost two hours putting on this morning was running down her cheeks in rivulets, staining the pink fur with streaks of black and brown.
Zipp panted hard too, blinking hazily while she breathed in the redolent musk dominating the air around her. After a minute of heavy breathing she finally groaned up to her hooves and shakily approached the camera to wipe it off with a wing. After cleaning the device, she replaced it and then faced Pipp, who was still slumped over in her chair, giggling dreamily.
“Well, Dumpster? Ready for supper?”
Pipp froze, took a moment to watch her belly quake with another roaring complaint, and then met eyes with Zipp.
“No, Mistress,” she said fearfully. “I’m full. Not just… not hungry. But full.”
“Full?” Zipp raised an eyebrow, approaching Pipp from the side to keep the camera’s view clear. “My Dumpster is full before supper?”
“Mhm,” Pipp said, trying to lean away from the approaching pegasus. “I can’t have any more, Mistress.”
Zipp frowned and then knelt down, closely examining Pipp’s extended stomach. She set a hoof against it, just above Pipp’s navel, and slowly, methodically, pressed it in. The hoof inched forward, Pipp’s gut gurgling and groaning louder as she increased the pressure, unhindered even as Pipp began to whimper and wriggle. Finally Zipp stopped, keeping her hoof steady against the belly, and glared up at Pipp.
“You’re not full. Look at all this room. I can’t believe you’d lie to your Mistress. Hmph.”
Zipp released the pressure on Pipp’s stomach and stood up, slipping behind the chair as Pipp slumped over and started to sob, the tears quickly welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheek. In a moment Zipp was back, one of the boxes of donuts in one hoof, a fat, overfilled creme donut resting heavily in the other.
“Open your mouth.”
“Please, no, no more, I’m full, I’m full!” Pipp cried, shaking her head back and forth away from the confectionary, the tears flowing down and onto her stomach. “No, no, no, Mistress! No morphmph!”
With expert agility Zipp crammed the entire donut into Pipp’s mouth and then pinned her mouth shut, staring diabolically into the wet, spring green eyes. Pipp whimpered and sobbed around the donut, still shaking her head.
“Chew, bitch. I said chew!” Zipp said, smacking Pipp’s belly with her free hoof.
A muffled yelp later and Pipp’s jaws started to move, the first bite bursting the fried dough and flooding cream everywhere. She coughed hard, tearing up even further as sugary cream oozed out of her nose, and then started swallowing the donut, the entire mass taking three attempts to entirely clear from her mouth.
Her guts complained louder than her, a loud creaking noise eeking out from her lower abdomen, and with panic Pipp felt a familiar, terrifying sensation below.
She was not just full.
She was full.
“The next one,” Zipp ordered, holding up an identically bloated donut up to her face. Pipp sobbed aloud, muttering no over and over before sniffing and opening her mouth wide. More cream and sugar and icing flowed out into her muzzle as she chewed, leaking out of her lips as she attempted to force the food along to a stomach that had long since run out of room. “Again,” Zipp said, and over and over the process repeated, oozing sugar and flaky cake dough mixing and mashing in her mouth before being hurried along to bloat her insides even more.
Pipp squirmed and writhed, her hindlegs shaking, sweat soaking her body, as she forced each mouthful down. There was no longer any pleasure, only pain; pain in her stomach, pain in her intestines, pain in her skin, all of it stretched far too wide. Despite the burning pangs though she found her clit winking more frequently than ever before, a literal lake of leaked liquid pooling between her thighs. The more it hurt, the hotter she felt, and as Zipp returned to her vision with another pizza in hoof, she cried, then panicked, and then opened her mouth, desperate for another bite she didn’t want.
“Stop!” she screamed aloud, stomping her hooves and kicking towards Zipp. “Stop it, stop it! I can’t take it! I’m going to die! I’m full, I’m full, STOP!” she shrieked.
Zipp did not stop, feeding slice after slice of hot, grease-seeping pizza into her, each kick deftly avoided with a chuckle, each objection disregarded with a sneer. Pipp was her Dumpster, and she was going to eat every. Single. Bite.
The final crust of the final slice of the final pizza rested in Pipp’s mouth, and she considered it deeply for a long moment.
There was a concerning, almost hollow creaking noise that had started sometime in the last rush, and she had no idea where it was coming from. So overstimulated were her nerves that they had become functionally numb, a constant stream of pain so loud that nothing could be distinguished. Was it her? The rope, perhaps, or the chair? Was her belly about to erupt open on camera, her final moments captured by a thousand horny voyeurs? Were her insides ready to split, some deadly injury that would go unnoticed until it was too late?
Did she care?
“H… Have…” Pipp whispered around the morsel, capturing Zipp’s attention from the chat.
“What’s that?” Zipp said, her dominatrix facade disappearing instantly, the caring sister suddenly by her side. “What did you say?”
Pipp blinked tears from her eyes and then swallowed the crust, staring at Zipp in fear and apprehension.
Somewhere in her tummy, something gurgled quietly.
Then there was relative silence for a long minute, the two of them locked in each other’s gazes, Zipp frowning in concern.
Nothing happened.
“Are you okay?” Zipp whispered, rubbing Pipp’s shoulder.
“Hah… Have… Have I eaten enough, Mistress?”
>> Hitchster: i dont think so really
>> HeyThereDahlia: Uh I’d say so. I think she might actually be about to die.
>> Anonfillyfooler: awesome
>> TrailBlazeit420: huuuhhhhh you all have to stop I can’t cum any more
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: I hope she’ll be okay
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: I need to see her do this again
>> ncklkhrsck: Is there even anything left for her to eat?
>> theblackestjack: i think the ice cream all melted so all that’s left looks like that vegetable oil
>> ImTheAlphaBitch: Eww. How many calories even is that
>> thunderstruck: a quick search shows a gallon of that brand is 30k
>> BorealisDusk: …
>> theblackestjack: too rich for my blood
>> PippLover69: yeah i’m all for helping orphans or whatever the fuck this was for
>> PippLover69: but aint nopony got a spare 30k bits
>> Hitchster has donated 30,000 bits: drink up cunt
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: WHAT
>> TrailBlazeit420: HOW
>> theblackestjack: haaaahahahahah holy shit
>> ImTheAlphaBitch: HOW BIG IS YOUR FUCKING “ALLOWANCE”??
>> Hitchster: its called like a shareholders dividend or something?
>> Hitchster: also fuck you non of your business
>> thunderstruck: #stayhydrated I guess.
>> SunSlut4Unicorns: Damn.
>> TrailBlazeit420: zipp i swear to gods if you kill pipp that ponut picture better be free
Zipp leaned in close to Pipp, caressing her chin and bringing her face right next to hers. “Hey, it’s okay. Are you sure?”
Pipp agreed with a hasty nod, her breathing haggard but eyes set and determined. “Mhm. I’m sure. I can do this. Just don’t let them know that, right?” She chuckled weakly, wincing as the laugh sent a wave of fire through her spine.
“I just want to make sure, because it sounded like you said Ha—”
“I told you if we get the bits, it goes into me,” Pipp snapped.
Zipp recoiled. Even tied down, drenched with sweat, and shakingly fat, her sister was still able to turn bossy in an instant. She nodded, then started to stand up before Pipp called her back.
“In the drawer there, on the right. There’s a funnel.” She grimaced at the idea of having absolutely no control over the flood of oil, but then sighed. “Best to use it so I don’t like, drown if I stop swallowing.”
“Who’s commanding who now?” Zipp said, masking her concern with sass. She retrieved the funnel, a large glass one with a six-inch clear tube. “What do you use this for normally, anyways?”
“Nothing. Nevermind. It’s clean. Just… well…” She gulped and then opened her mouth a bit, unable to stop her lower lip from trembling in fear.
Zipp stood tall before the camera, holding the funnel up for the stream to see. “Alright, fillies and gentlecolts. It’s time for the grand finale! Our dear little Dumpster here has collected 30,000 bits for Food for Foals, but she has to earn that money, doesn’t she?” She gave a sultry wink and jiggled the funnel. “Let’s make sure she doesn’t waste a drop.”
She turned around and Pipp resumed her own play, clamping her mouth shut, trying to lean away from the utensil as Zipp approached her menacingly.
“Mm-mm, mm-mm!” Pipp mumbled, shaking her head. “No, no, no, Mistress! No! No! Get that away from me! Get it away, get it away, nooooooo—” she cried, spasming in her seat as Zipp’s hooves wrenched her jaw open and—gently, but with large movements meant to look rough—crammed the tube down Pipp’s throat. The tool set, Pipp bit down, locking it in place, and took one last deep breath around it as Zipp tugged on her mane, pulling her head back and opening her esophagus.
Tears flowed down, rolling over her ears and dripping to the floor, a constant river as her eyes shook in terror at the huge jug of heavy yellow oil in Zipp’s grasp.
She watched Zipp pop the cap and, just as before with the soda, throw it away, and whimpered.
She watched Zipp tilt the container slowly, dreading the impending addition to her suffering.
She watched the oil flow easily out of the bottle and quaked as a sudden increase in the funnel’s weight told her that it had begun.
Thankful she didn’t have to taste the bitter fluid, she clamped her eyes shut, diving into all the other senses that assaulted her at the same time. She could smell the neutral liquid as it poured out of the bottle, almost undetectable but nauseating all the same. Her nose twinged, picking up the rich sent of sex, and she realized with her own rush of inner warmth that Zipp was standing on her hindlegs right next to her face, and must have been turned on by the display almost as much as she was.
Her ears twitched and turned, alternating between drooping in despair and flicking in delight. The room was relatively quiet, but all the same she could hear so much; the urgling and gurgling of her guts, the concerning creaking that increased in volume and frequency the more she drank, the chat dinging over and over as hundreds of horny viewers cheered her on. She could hear a consistent blorp, blorp, blorp as the oil landed in the funnel and easily slid into her punished stomach, unhindered whatsoever by her body’s complaints, her own esophagus unable to hold the oil back as the weight of it alone forced it down.
And how much weight there was! Every second brought Pipp to new levels of discomfort, each moment a new experience of being at her absolute last limit, only to be proved wrong as the next ounce spread her skin tighter, made her belly expand more, and compacted all the food even tighter within her. She couldn’t even struggle any more, the taut tummy resting so heavily on her legs that they had started to tingle in numbness.
She risked opening her eyes, lingering only for a moment on Zipp’s nearby nethers before glancing over at the monitor for the belly camera, and slammed them shut again in terror.
Her stomach had spread past the borders of the frame, filling the monitor up completely and then some. It as well had stopped its visible quaking, so solid and round she seemed to be 11 months pregnant with quadruplets.
There was a deep, rickety croak that overpowered all the other sounds, and a new rush of tears burst from her eyes as she realized that this was a stupid, terrible mistake made in the name of her ridiculous, insatiable libido. She would have sobbed, but her lungs were starved for air, and so she wept instead as a second recognition of her mortality ripped through her.
She was just beginning to wonder how they would explain this to her mom, but then the funnel felt lighter, and her grief was replaced with confusion.
Pipp coughed weakly and gasped hard as the plastic tube was ripped out of her mouth, and she blinked bleary eyes open to find Zipp staring down at her, holding an empty gallon bottle.
“I… I… did… it?” Pipp wheezed. She lifted her head and stared down at her impossibly large belly, and sobbed in relief and pride. She had done it. All that food contained within her tiny, chubby frame, and she had survived. Nopony had ever consumed this much in one sitting, she was sure… In fact, not only had she broken fundraising records for the charity, she had probably broken world records—plural! She started to laugh, thinking about what sort of awards one could get for cramming themselves dangerously full for sexual pleasure, but froze as the empty creaking stopped with an ungodly loud CRACK.
There was a moment while she considered what else she had broken.
And then the chair exploded.
She dropped hard to the floor, her suddenly freed hooves managing to break somewhat of her fall as splinters of wood shot across the room. She sucked in hard in intense pain as her ginormous stomach bounced and wobbled from the jarring tumble. Her eyes rolled back in agony while all the contents of her guts shifted and mixed, a symphony of wet, gaseous noises filling the room, glorping and blurgleing and oowurrrgurgurgorgggling for a solid minute.
Zipp stood poised over Pipp, panic stricken, ready to leap into action to do… she didn’t know what, but something, depending on what happened next.
Another minute passed while thepained blubglub groooooans quieted down, and Zipp finally opened her mouth.
“Are you okay?”
Pipp belched, blinked, and laughed.
Zipp rolled her eyes and shook her head, though she sighed in relief. She started to chuckle along as Pipp’s laughter increased both in volume and pitch, and quickly tapped the “End Stream” button after sending off the chat with a quick salute. She crawled down onto the floor and wrapped a leg under Pipp’s neck, cradling her close—as close as she could get without putting pressure on the overflowing pink belly—and laughing hard with her.
The two of them howled together, new tears eeking out of each of their eyes, now of mirth instead of misery. Over long, quiet minutes they slowed down to chuckles, and then to giggles, their laughter accompanied only by the continued complaints of Pipp’s internals.
Finally coming to a final guffaw and a sigh, Zipp dropped her head to face Pipp, and kissed her cheek.
“So what happens now?” she asked, risking a belly rub that earned a warm smile from her sister.
Pipp tried to look down and immediately gave up. Her guts growled, and she laughed one final time. “I suffer for probably a week or two, maybe lose a year off the end of my life. Or ten. Whatever. I’ll be old and ugly then anyways.”
Zipp scoffed. “I don’t think you could ever be ugly. Fat, maybe. So fucking fat.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I learned a lot about myself tonight.”
“So did—urp—I.”
Zipp kissed her cheek again, and then rolled back to stare at the ceiling.
“So, uh…” she muttered, rubbing her neck with a free hoof.
“Yeah?” Pipp asked, nuzzling her sister’s cheek.
“When’s your next stream?”
