The wind blew through the earth pony’s blue and pink mane as she walked along the deck of the airship. She approached a mint-coloured unicorn, whose front legs leaned on the guardrail as she peered over the side.
“We’re almost there, Lyra,” she said, watching the unicorn’s hooves patter. “Excited?”
“How can I not be?” asked the unicorn with an eager grin. “I’ve always wanted to go to Roam! Have I ever told you how you’re the best, Bonbon?”
“Once or twice,” the earth pony giggled, and the two exchanged a quick kiss on the lips.
Lyra and Bonbon had known each other for a long time, being inseparable for as long as either could remember. They were best friends for sure, but over time, the term ‘best friend’ came to mean something different as they got even closer than before. Close enough that Lyra had proposed to Bonbon one day, only to find she was planning to do the same, and the two had swiftly tied the knot after that. Now, they were on an airship bound for the land of Bitaly, for a three-week honeymoon.
“You sure you’re allowed to take that much time off?” asked Lyra.
“For the fourth time, yes,” Bonbon assured her, rolling her eyes with a smile. “My ‘workplace’ technically doesn’t exist, after all.”
“I guess so,” Lyra said with a shrug. “I just don’t get why trapping bugbears and stuff has to be all hush-hush.”
“Ix-nay on the onster-may unting-hay,” Bonbon hissed through her teeth. “Princess’s orders, remember?”
“Oh!” gasped Lyra, and she slid a hoof across her mouth to symbolise zipping it shut.
Both mares’ ears pricked up as a jingle sounded over the tannoy.
“Your attention, passengers,” the announcer said, “we are now beginning our descent into Roam. Please gather your belongings and prepare to disembark. Thank you.”
“Well, you heard him,” Bonbon said, starting to trot off. “Let’s get our things from the cabin.”
“Finally!” Lyra followed behind her. “I’m gonna eat so much pizza! Oh, and a load of gelato!”
Bonbon felt a shiver run up her spine upon hearing that, and her tail twitched. Of course she and Lyra came to Bitaly for their honeymoon, but she had an ulterior motive. Her new wife was a big fan of Bitalian food, to the point she’d stuff herself silly whenever they’d go to that little restaurant in Ponyville. And whenever she did so, Bonbon felt a tingle. She didn’t know why, but watching Lyra eat was… exciting. Even more exciting still was that round little belly bouncing between Lyra’s legs as she walked. Bonbon loved how soft and jiggly it was.
And she wanted it bigger.
It was late in the afternoon by the time Lyra and Bonbon had gotten settled into their hotel room. A luxurious honeymoon suite with a large double-bed, which suited the two just fine. Plenty of cuddling space.
“Alright, three weeks in Bitaly,” said Bonbon, setting her empty suitcase by the front door. “How do you wanna start?”
As much as Lyra wanted to snuggle up with her new wife, a more pressing matter presented itself. A loud, grumbling matter emanating from her stomach. Bonbon bit her lip for a split second.
“How about something to eat?” Lyra suggested. “I gotta try some authentic Bitalian food!”
“Oh, absolutely,” agreed Bonbon, trying not to sound too eager. “I read there’s a great pizza place in this neighbourhood.”
“Real Bitalian pizza!” gasped Lyra, licking her lips. “Molto bene!”
Bonbon smiled, impressed. “Look at you, learning the language.”
“I only know a few things,” admitted Lyra. “Please, for Celestia’s sake, don’t let me forget how to ask where the bathroom is.”
The two exited the room, Bonbon following Lyra down the hall. Up close, she could see that her wife’s flanks looked rounder than she remembered, and had the slightest jiggle to them. The mental image of her backside expanding right then and there made Bonbon clench her hind legs for a moment before catching up.
The two walked down the street, Lyra carrying a guide from the hotel in her magic. According to the map, the place Bonbon talked about was only up the street.
“It’s not one of those fancy places you need to make reservations at, is it?” Lyra asked, ears flopping.
“Nah, it’s just a small walk-in bistro,” explained Bonbon. She pointed a hoof ahead. “Look, there’s the place, and there’s outdoor tables. How about we dine al fresco?”
Lyra cocked an eyebrow. “Al what-now?”
“Let’s eat outside. We’ll be in the fresh air, and we can pony-watch.”
“Oh,” said Lyra, blinking. “Sure, sounds good to me.”
The two went in for a moment so Bonbon could make arrangements with the waiter, and they took their seats at an outside table. It was only sundown so they had plenty of natural light, but the candle was a nice, romantic touch.
“Where’d you learn to speak Bitalian?” asked Lyra as the two perused the menu.
“My, err, ‘job’ takes me all over Equus,” Bonbon explained. “It helps to learn all kinds of languages.”
“Where else have you been?”
“Prance, Brayzil and Shireland. My Japonese is a bit rusty though.”
Lyra grinned. “Now we’ve some options for our anniversary vacation.”
“Well, we’ve got a year to plan that,” said Bonbon with a roll of her eyes and a half-smile. “For now, let’s just decide what we’re gonna eat.”
“All this looks really g–wait, hold up.” Lyra’s eyes bulged out of her skull. “You can get a pizza the size of the table?!”
Bonbon blinked and scanned her menu. Lo and behold, at the end was indeed a picture of a pizza taking up the whole table. On one hoof, she absolutely, definitely wanted to see Lyra eat this whole thing. But on the other hoof, she wasn’t sure that even her appetite could handle it. Plus, where was she going to put her meal? Whenever she made up her mind on what to have, anyway.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
“My mind’s made up, Bons,” said Lyra. “I’m getting it, and you can’t stop me.”
“I wasn’t going to stop you.” Bonbon pursed her lips as she felt a need to explain herself. “It’s just, y’know, that’s a big pizza for one mare. I’d have to roll you back to the hotel!”
A scenario that made Bonbon’s hind legs twitch under the table.
“Well, let’s double-team it,” Lyra suggested. “You work one half, I work the other.”
Bonbon opened her mouth to protest, but she gave it some thought. The pizza cost about as much as two meals combined, and she couldn’t deny it looked good in the picture. Plus, it would be a quick decision for her as to what to have herself.
“Okay, you got a deal,” she decided. “But if you go into a food coma, you’re on your own.”
“When have I ever done that?” asked Lyra, smirking cockily.
“Just last Hearth’s Warming?” Bonbon pointed out.
Lyra crossed her front legs and puffed out her cheeks. “Hey, that was a lot of candy.”
The two ordered their pizza, and a drink to enjoy while they waited. It gave Bonbon a chance to educate Lyra on fine dining ("Aperitif? But I've already got a load of them," Lyra had said, causing other patrons to look over as Bonbon burst into a fit of giggles), as well as plan out their trip a little. Bonbon wanted to do some sightseeing and maybe a gondola ride, while Lyra wanted to do a food crawl. Something Bonbon was eager to watch.
“Both?” she offered.
“Both,” agreed Lyra with a nod. “Both is good.”
Finally, the moment had arrived. Patrons watched, Lyra with shimmering eyes, as a small group of waiters carried an enormous pizza toward their table. Steam rose from the glistening cheese top, and the scent of tomato sauce and freshly baked dough wafted up both mares’ nostrils. Bonbon almost wanted to eat the whole thing herself, but the part of her that wanted Lyra to have the manticore’s share was still in control.
“Come to mama!” Lyra lifted a large slice into her hooves and took a bite. She froze for a moment, before her eyes closed, and smiled ear-to-ear as she moaned with pure bliss. “Oh Celestia above…!”
Bonbon felt her own smile creep onto her face as she watched Lyra’s unbridled gluttony surface. She finished that slice and moved onto another. And then another. She chewed as slowly as possible, savouring every morsel.
“Bons, you gotta try this,” murmured Lyra, licking sauce off her lips.
Bonbon blinked and looked down at the table. She was so mesmerised by the display that she almost forgot she was hungry herself. She took a slice from her half and bit into it. She blinked, and realised why Lyra reacted how she did–this pizza was good.
Take your time, Bonbon, she thought, looking up at her wife. Just enjoy dinner and a show.
Lyra ate and ate slice after slice, her pace beginning to slow as she got fuller. Her stomach swelled as more and more pizza was packed into it, not that it occurred to her. She simply kept stuffing her face, too wrapped up in her own gluttonous reverie to leave any room for common sense. The only thing that made her stop was finishing her half of the pizza, which is when she slumped back in her chair, startling patrons and passers-by with a loud belch.
She sighed and rested her hooves on her swollen stomach, licking cheese and sauce off her face. “That was… amazing…”
“Finally full?” Bonbon asked, and looked down at her side of the table. She’d only gotten halfway through her third slice, having three left.
“Well, um,” Lyra grunted, hungrily eyeing the three slices. “Are… are you gonna eat those?”
Bonbon tried not to look too excited as she pushed them to Lyra’s side of the table. She could worry about her wife getting sick or exploding if it happened. When Lyra was finally finished, she did indeed need help walking back to the hotel, her swollen belly solid as a rock and gurgling ominously.
Bonbon did her best not to be distracted by the grunts and belches coming from her, or the gurgles and groans from her timebomb of a stomach. The snuggles in the suite bed would make it worth her patience.
The days carried on, and Bonbon and Lyra enjoyed a tour across Bitaly. They visited the Roaman Colosseum, Bonbon got her romantic gondola ride in the canals of Ventasso, and the two even enjoyed some wine tasting at a vineyard in Trotscany. Lyra occasionally voiced her concern about how much everything they were doing cost, but Bonbon insisted her job paid well enough to cover it easily.
Which eased Lyra’s fears about what she herself was getting up to. Specifically, with how much she was eating.
When Lyra said she wanted to do a food crawl, she wasn’t joking. She had stopped for a calzone before visiting the Colosseum, stuffed her face with so much pasta and gelato in Ventasso that she fell asleep in the gondola, and turned into a bit of a party mare in Trotscany from ‘tasting’ so much wine. Naturally, she didn’t recall much of the latter, apart from waking up in a restaurant’s empty pantry the next morning.
Lyra wasn’t just unaware of how much she was eating, but what it was doing to her. All those carbs she was ingesting were outbalancing all the walking and sightseeing she was doing. As the weeks went on, her pleasantly plump stomach grew larger and rounder, sticking out from between her legs, which grew thick as tree trunks themselves. Her cutie marks stretched to fill the new space on her expanding flanks. Her back became a valley of thick, soft folds that went as far as the back of her head, and her neck had vanished beneath a layer of thick lard and a doughy slab of double chin. Her cheeks dimpled from her smile and gave her a perpetual squint with how chubby they had become.
Needless to say, she was quite a sight approaching the airship back to Ponyville. Passengers stepped aside to allow this lime-coloured lardball to lumber past. Bonbon followed behind her, keeping as close as possible without making her look like she was about to commit a lewd PDA. She was saving any intimate touching for the cabin.
“Coming through,” she huffed as she waddled up the gangplank, which creaked and warped ominously beneath her bulk. Her gargantuan gut swung side to side with each heavy step, like a pendulum full of gelatin.
“I’m with her,” Bonbon added, giving her wobbling wife a soft push up the steps. Feeling Lyra’s backside squash and contort from her hooves pushing into her flanks made Bonbon almost weak at the knees. Her heart skipped a beat and a shuddering gasp escaped her.
Control yourself, girl. Wait until the cabin…
Once aboard, the mares allowed a steward to check their tickets before he handed them a cabin key. It’d be an overnight trip like before, which neither of them minded.
“Sweet Luna almighty,” a mare gasped under her breath. “Look at the size of her!”
“Hope we’re not above maximum weight capacity,” snorted a teen colt.
“Mommy, that mare’s as big as the airship!” a filly said innocently.
Bonbon felt like she should be angrier at the murmured comments being aimed at her wife as they brought their luggage to their cabin. And while she did feel an urge to turn around and tell them to shut up, their choices of words themselves made her tail flick. Lyra still wore a carefree grin on her fat face, so either she didn’t care, or she hadn’t even noticed.
“I’m gonna miss Bitaly,” lamented Lyra as she tossed her suitcase onto the cabin bed. “The locals are so nice here. Do you know how many free samples I got?”
“Might be from all those bits we gave them for the food,” Bonbon said, and suddenly pursed her lips. “Oh, um, I mean… because we both ordered a lot of food and–”
Lyra put a hoof on her wife’s mouth to hush her. “Babe, it’s fine. I know I’ve been a total pig for the whole trip, and I know you’ve been enjoying it.”
Bonbon’s cream-coloured face flushed bright pink. “Y-you wha’...?!”
“C’mon, Bons,” said Lyra with a smirk that squashed up her cheeks. “All those snacks you got me? All those huge meals you treated me to? All those sneaky gropes you thought I didn’t notice? You’ve spent our whole honeymoon fattening me up.”
Bonbon spent the next minute starting and stopping sentences, stammering and stepping over her own words. Lyra simply watched and waited until her wife gave up, and then hit Lyra with a look of realisation.
“You… don’t mind…?”
“If I did, I would’ve said something,” Lyra pointed out. “Besides, it’s a win-win. I love food, you love watching me make a big fat cow of myself. Goes hoof-in-hoof, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose you’re right,” admitted Bonbon, shyly brushing the floor with a hoof.
Lyra grinned and pressed her nose against Bonbon’s. “You might be great at hiding secret agent stuff, but you’re such an obvious chubby chaser.”
“I guess that time you ate that whole bag of imported oats really woke something up in me,” said Bonbon, giggling nervously.
“Oh, I totally knew it!” Lyra grinned, and the two shared a passionate kiss on the lips.
Grrrrrrooooouuuuuggghhhh…
The two paused their makeout, and looked down to see Lyra’s massive stomach shaking as it grumbled.
“Oh great,” its owner said, giving it a gentle pat. “Now I’m in a mood for stuffing my face again!”
“Y’know, there is a food court on this airship,” Bonbon cooed, fluttering her lashes. “My treat.”
“Ooh, yes please,” Lyra purred. “But don’t stuff me up too much. I’m not just in an eating mood, y’know.” She waggled her brow.
Bonbon couldn’t shove her sow of a wife out the door fast enough.
