//------------------------------// // Day Fifteen - Growing Greed // Story: Summertime Gluttony // by MetalBrony20 //------------------------------// “Huh… so much for sunny weather. Only two weeks since the holidays started and it’s already raining.” A slightly put out Cirrus groaned, trying to distract himself with the gripping adventure novel he was busily leafing through. Over the top of the pages, he could see the thick grey clouds rolling and churning angrily. An uneven staccato beat of droplets hitting the glass filled his room, just loud enough to be distracting.  Laying on his bed, he adjusted his position slightly, the bed springs making a groan of protest. Ignoring it, he shuffled up higher, using the pillows to prop himself up nicely. Finally getting to a comfortable spot, he reached across, plucking a large cookie from the package sat beside him. Taking a bite from the sugary treat, he let out a small grunt of enjoyment. A small burst of crumbs tumbled down his chin, joining the rest of the detritus littering his paunch. Turning the page, he was suddenly interrupted, his belly roaring. Being filled with sugar, the food had rapidly broken down, leaving the void empty. At first, he tried to ignore it, focusing instead on finishing the chapter. But a second, more fierce burbling and glorping made him reconsider. “Alright fine, it’s getting close to lunchtime, anyway.” Tucking a bookmark in, he closed the tome with a light thud. Lazily rolling to the side, he dangled his legs over the edge. Planting his flabby feet on the carpeted floor, he rose, with considerable effort on his part. Stretching, he grabbed the cookies, the once full box mostly bereft of its chocolate chip discs. Just like the crumbs that had stuck to his top, so too had his holiday binge stuck to his figure. Stood up, it was very apparent where most of his gains had accumulated. His gut was now prominently sticking outwards, the swollen mound sagging down under its excess weight. The top of his waistband was almost entirely obscured as it sloshed around, Cirrus’s belly button looking more cavernous day by day.  His butt was a similar story. Like a pair of basketballs, the jiggly orbs had been squeezed into the struggling pair of sweatpants. Even though it was the largest pair he owned, it could only just cope with the copious amount of thigh and ass pudge filling the fabric out. It was so poorly fitting that several tears criss-crossed the material. From these gaps, soft malleable adipose tried to squeeze free. Each footfall making the stitching groan ever so slightly, exposing more and more with each shuffling wobble.  The rest of his clothing was in a similarly dire situation. His t-shirt rolled up the impressive orb, the sleeves tearing and allowing his ham-like bingo wings to sag out. In addition, it cupped his ballooning pair of moobs, the flabby pecs undulating with each breath. Padding through the door, he could feel his belly kissing the frames edges ever so slightly. Ignoring it, he instead focused on adjusting his pants yet again, stopping a developing wedgie as he pulled the material out of the ever deepening canyon of ass cleavage. “Stupid trousers must have shrank in the wash…” he grumbled, plodding towards the stairs. Planting his foot onto each step elicited a strained groan, as around 210 pounds was concentrated upon each plank. Carefully he descended towards the ground floor, each exaggerated step forcing his body to jostle and wobble around like jelly. This motion rippled through his entire body, his developed double chin swaying as he panted for breath. Finally reaching the last step, he made a beeline towards the kitchen, thoughts of sandwiches, chips and fizzy cola filling his mind. But, at the same time, making all that required him to dig through the pantry, fishing out all the items from shelves and from the fridge, then make it all. Another needy grumble rippled his gut, catching sight of the telephone. “Should I call her? I mean, I’ve already eaten so much of her food…” His monologue was cut short by his complaining stomach.  “I guess it wouldn’t hurt asking. It has been more than a week since I visited.” Sighing, he grabbed the receiver, dialing Blossomforth’s number. “Hello?” “Hi Blossom, it’s me, Cirrus. I was wondering if I could pop around to yours and grab some lunch, if that's OK with you?” “Yep! Come on round, and I’ll whip you up something nice.” “Sounds great! Thanks for it, Blossom.” “Don’t mention it, Big Boy.” She giggled, cutting the line off with a click. With nothing but the dial tone coming back, he replaced the phone. Heading to the door, Cirrus could still hear the patter of rain hammering against the windows. Twisting the key, he opened the door, the porch blocking most of the rain. With his gut once more grazing the edges of the frame, he locked up, stuffing the key into his pocket with some difficulty; for how tightly the clothing clung to his thickened thighs.  Sucking in a breath, he felt the first drops of cool rain splash against his warm, slightly sweaty forehead and fat gut. Enjoying the feeling, Cirrus looked up and down the road. He could see the occasional mare or stallion dashing across the wet cobbles. Often they would be clad in a weatherproof coat or brandishing an umbrella. Out of the corner of his eye, his eyes were drawn towards Blossom’s house. In one window, she waved at him, a wide smile beaming out. With a smaller, shyer wave, he reciprocated the gesture making his way to her house.  Despite how close they were, there was still over 100 pounds of excess blubber anchored to his frame. Standing under her porch, he panted. His gut growled, each successive one becoming louder and louder. The door opened just as Cirrus was about to knock, leaving his clenched fist hanging in the air. Sheepishly, he lowered it, Blossomforth tittering in response. “Hey Blossom.” “Hey Cirrus. Why don’t you come in, I’ve got quite spread for you.” Nodding along, his chubby cheeks sloshing around as he crossed the threshold, grunting slightly as the thinner door frame slowed him down. Craning his head, he watched as his butt was busy moulding itself on the wooden door frame, struggling to pull himself through. Grinning, Blossom leaned forward, pressing a dainty finger into his blubber belly. She cooed in fascination as it sank into the doughy adipose, rapidly filling the divot when she released.  A little surprised at her prodding, he didn’t say a word, following Blossom into the dining room. Grabbing the chair, he pulled it out, carefully plopping himself into the cushioned embrace as he sighed in relief. The chair, however, let out a moan of displeasure as his doughy behind enveloped the space, pressing into the spokes of the frame. His gut rolled forward, spreading across his lap like a weighty apron, voraciously growling intensifying as Cirrus caught the scent of many delicious items. Within a few moments, the previously space in front of him had a large bowl of steaming soup, with chunky buttered white rolls piled up beside. “I hope it’s not too hot for you, I added plenty of cream and cheese to cool it down.” Grabbing a spoon, he dipped it in, blowing on it briefly before clamping his mouth around. Despite being soup, it was just as delectable as anything solid she could make. Swallowing, he refilled his spoon, not caring to cool it down.  Soon, his thoughts were of nothing but pleasure. The warm crusty rolls were dipped into the broth, before sloppily stuffed into his gob. He grinned, relishing the taste, his mostly empty stomach now having something to work through. From the sidelines, Blossomforth watched on, the soup almost gone. She hurried to put the last of his next course together, grabbing the heaving plate. The instant she was finished, the sound of metal on ceramic rang out, the bowl finished in its entirety. Using the last of a roll, he wiped the sides of the dish, gathering up the last dregs, stuffing it into his mouth.  “Mmmm… oh wow, that was so gooBBBUUURRRPPP!!!” he belched heavily, slapping a hand to his even rounder middle.  “I don’t suppose you’d care for some toasted sandwiches then?” She tittered, the bowl being switched out for a wide plate, piled up with several triangular cut, golden brown delights. From the corners, gooey yellow and orange cheese spilled out. Without responding, he grabbed the closest one, his mouth instantly filled with a mixture of onion and hay bacon.  Like before, he fell into a rhythm, funneling the crunchy morsels one by one into the swelling glob of blubber, inching its way forward, covering more and more of his lap and crotch. Blossom wasn’t sure how aware he was of his own enormity. If so, he wasn’t trying to curb it at all, as over half a loaf and more than half a block of fatty cheese joined the creamy soup. Even if he didn’t care how much he was putting in his body, he was aware as raucous belches filled the room, each one jostling his chins and jowls.  As the plate diminished, what didn’t diminish was the tightening of his clothing. More food was crammed in as his belly spilled forth, pressing into the bottom of the table. The button on his trousers had been forced apart, the sheer excess of belly flab forcing it down. His legs had swelled outwards, forcing the material to become skin tight. His shirt was relegated to a rolled up covering for his juicy moobs, the sleeves featuring rough tears where his bingo wings refused to be contained. With an exercise ball sized gut, and 2 empty plates, he was sated. Opening his mouth, a long, wet belch erupted, sending stray crumbs flying. “Mmm, that was great Blossom.” He mumbled, attempting to get to his feet. With all the extra food and fat accumulation, he struggled, leaning heavily into his stomach with another burp escaping. Panting, he slowly stood, Blossom helping where she could as she pulled. Now, she could appreciate how much ballast he had taken on, her arms straining, fingers sinking deep into the doughy love handles. “Whew… you are filling out Cirrus… In all the right places…” She muttered, the corpulent colt too busy to hear. Finally, back on his feet, he slowly waddled to the door, fabric complaining with every step. “Cirrus, you need any help getting through?”  “I’ll... pant… be fine, thanks.” He said, cooler, more humid air entering the abode. Taking a shaky step forward, Blossom's words came back to him, his considerable gut just too wide to fit, with his bulbous butt filling the space behind. Wheezing, he attempted to pull himself through, hands tugging the frame in desperation. “Little help?” Almost immediately, he felt Blossom’s hands smoosh into each ass cheek, squeezing the handfuls she grabbed and pushed. Every push and prod wobbled through his body, his distended stomach most affected. It gurgled and groaned audibly, processing the heavy meal into more adipose. Together, they pushed fold after crease through, rolls of abundant flesh slapping against the frame. With the relaxation of strained wood, he stumbled onto the path outside. Rain splashed against his exposed body, spinning around. “Again, thanks for Lunch, you always do such a superb job.” “No problem Cirrus, Glad to have you around. Just call me whenever you want, OK?” He nodded, plodding through the rain, waving her goodbye. As he moved out of earshot, she closed the door, musing to herself. “If he gets any bigger, that cute tooshie won’t be able to get in. There must be a better way…”