Wherein Braeburn and Caramel discover the joys of a fuller figure.
“Mmmnhgh…” Braeburn let out a happy groan, leaning back on his seats as he massaged his belly. The titanic orb of yellow-furred blubber burbled happily as his hooves sank into its doughy surface, churning away at his latest feast. For whatever reason, this most recent harvest had been -- and somehow still was -- so bountiful that to say there was a surplus of food to go around would be like saying there’s a surplus of sand in the desert.
It wasn’t too long ago that Braeburn had been the peak of health and fitness, nary an ounce of extra fat on him. But that toned figure has long since disappeared beneath a coating of flab that’s been getting thicker every day. While everypony around town’s been getting a fair bit “soft”, the golden farmpony’s weight has nearly quadrupled over the last few months.
At first, it was a little strange, having all that new weight on his frame. Feeling his thighs jiggle against one another, his hindlegs dig into the underside of his gut when he walks, or as of last week feeling that very same belly sag low enough to brush against the floor even on the rare moments he’s not packed to the gills. But the more he gained, the more he began to really appreciate the feeling of being so full, so soft. It felt so good to just indulge, something he’d never really let himself do.
There was just so much of himself to play around with. Every inch of blubber on his body felt soft to the touch, whether it was the ample flesh of his bench-sized behind or the thick shelf of chest lard that capped the upper slope of his gravitic belly. Even his face had rounded out. His chubby cheeks had grown so voluminous they were starting to obscure his vision, them and his trio of chins propped up on a collar of neck fat so thick and cushy he couldn’t see behind himself even if he tried to turn his head to look -- there was simply too much flab to see past.
And it was all so… arousing. He couldn’t help but love how much he’d let himself go. Everything the earth pony did now just further reminded him how corpulent he’d become. His hips clipped both sides of double doorways. His sagging belly left a trail in the dirt behind him everywhere he went. He could feel the several-feet deep accumulations of blubber that his plotcheeks had ballooned out into bounce and wobble together with every little step, his flanks having swelled out further than his tail could ever reach. Their doughy flesh completely swallowed his hocks, giving him an even more pronounced waddle than his thighs already provided.
He was most certainly the largest buck in Appleloosa by a good few hundred pounds, but it wasn’t an overly healthy appetite alone that’d led to him growing a belly so massive he could use it as a bed.
“G-grruuurp..!” The beyond-hefty earth pony let out a barely-muffled belch, his gut gurgling almost as if in response. “S-shucks, Cara’... Y-yer gettin’ good at this whole, cookin’ thing… Feel like Ah could keep eatin’ forever, ‘long as you keep puttin’ food in front of me…”
His housemate Caramel glanced over from the kitchen, a light blush on his cheeks as he eyed up his host’s immensely obese body -- three ponies worth of rump taking up a measly two stools, both of which are struggling to keep such a massive weight propped up.
It turns out, fat ponies don’t make very good farm hands and Appleloosa saw a sudden influx of new residents to help make up for the loss of more able workers. Caramel, in need of a job and quite happy to reconnect with an old friend stopped by to lend a hoof to Braeburn… And very quickly took a liking to how rotund the farm stallion had grown, but even more so to making him grow even larger.
“...Huh? Oh!” He snapped out of his stupor after a moment of ogling, chewing on his lip. Like seemingly everypony else who’d stepped hoof into Appleloosa as of late, Caramel hadn’t escaped the apparently-perpetual harvest’s bounty, though he wasn’t nearly as big as the butterball of a stallion he’d been so eagerly feeding.
It’d be hard to call him fat considering the magnitude of local rotundity, but with a slight second chin and a belly plump enough to reach his knees he’s more than chubby by a long shot. He’d probably be a fair deal heavier if most of the food in the house didn’t end up in the other stallion sharing it with him. He couldn’t help but keep admiring his host from behind. Caramel was utterly in love with the enormous earth stallion’s bulk. Watching Braeburn pack on the pounds, seeing fat ass thicken, his belly billow out was almost intoxicatingly arousing to the slimmer pony, and it’d be hard to hide it if his housemate wasn’t so frequently distracted by his own appetite.
“U-uh, well, there’s more, if you’re still hungry, Brae…” ‘Hungry’, he said, as though the glutton had felt anything even resembling hunger since Caramel’d arrived in town. It was more often that he’d only stop feasting when the sheer drain of digesting such massive meals forced him into a food coma, or on the increasingly frequent occasions that Brae’s appetite outpaced Caramel’s ability to feed him.
“Y-you know it, buddy… M-mmmhf… Could easily-... U-uuurrRRP!” He interrupts himself with a rumbling burp forceful enough to make his blubbery cheeks wobble a few crumbs off and lets out a relieved sigh before continuing. Even from behind, Caramel could see a blush coming over those cheeks thanks to their sheer size. “...‘Scuse me, heh. Could easily fit a good couple more’a those fritters, if you got ‘em…”
“More food, coming right up! Can’t have ya starving on me…” And with that, the pudgy pony ducked back into the kitchen to fetch more feastings, leaving Brae to massage his cauldron of a stomach into submission. The thick cuffs of blubber on his forelegs squeezed his lush chest padding together, making the crumbs dusting it collect in the center as it all bunched up. He'd long since grown far too broad for the vests he used to wear, not to mention his legs too thick to fit in the holes.
“M-mmngh…” Brae’s pudgy hooves sank deep into the surface of his gut, squeezing and kneading the doughy mass. It felt beyond good not just to be full, but to be… Well, fat. Arousingly so, even. The idea of doing nothing but eating to his heart’s desire, feeling his stomach fill beyond his wildest dreams… It’s fortunate that his thighs have grown thicker around than his entire body used to be and his belly’s become large enough to smother his lap, otherwise hiding all the lust his own gluttony’s spurring in him might be a bit more difficult.
Off in the kitchen, Caramel’s having similar dirty thoughts as he pulls another heaping helping of fritters from the oven. Every pie, every pastry that comes out he can’t help but imagine disappearing into his housemate’s maw, pushing the blubber-bound stallion deeper into morbid obesity. The thought of Brae glutting himself so much he can’t even waddle his fat ass around is so consuming it’s making his plump thighs quiver as he’s piling treats on trays to bring over. It's a struggle to focus on food prep while he's thinking about how massive the blubber-bound farmer in the next room over has grown just since Caramel had started enabling him.
Enough food to feed a family of four for a good while comes out of the kitchen on carts toward the hungry stallion awaiting them. Despite already having packed away a wagon’s worth of chow, Brae’s gut starts rumbling in anticipation at the smell as it approaches. The cart Caramel’s pushing has barely stopped before the glutton’s reaching for its contents and scarfing them down. His pony-sized belly is like a bottomless pit for pies, fritters, and turnovers, and watching it swell even larger is almost too much for his cook. He’s stiff as a board down there and it’s making the waddle he’s got even more pronounced as he keeps bringing out food for Brae to cram down his gullet.
Just a few minutes of his housemate pigging out with near reckless abandon has both stallions’ cheeks hot red in utter arousal. It’s just too much for Caramel, seeing such a wonderful display of gluttony. He waddles up behind the seats Brae is smothering, and squeezes his sides. His forelegs sank deep into the rolls engulfing the blobbish stallion’s sides; he’s indulging himself the same way the flabby farmpony he’s eagerly groping at is.
And as much as he’s focused on feeding himself, Brae most certainly notices the sudden attention given to his sensitive, plentiful flab. Halfway through one of countless fritters, a pleasured moan creaks out of his pudgy lips, crumbs tumbling down his chins to the bulky pile of lard making up his chest. “A-aaah…!”
There’s a brief moment of silence as the two stallions realize just what they really want from each other.
“...W-well, darn, Cara’... Shoulda said somethin’ sooner...” Brae smirks, his prodigious jowls growing even more pronounced. If it’s possible to lewdly stuff the other half of an apple fritter into one’s mouth, that’s exactly what he proceeds to do. He jiggles his expansive rear back against his soon to be housemate-with-benefits, an act to which Caramel eagerly responds by grinding right back on him. Feeling his fat belly jiggle against Brae’s is even hotter than he fantasized, his breath hot and heavy on the blubberpile stallion’s back. His hooves buried into the flabrolls lining the supersized buck’s sides, he can feel that bottomless stomach churn all that food into even more divinely soft and supple fat.
There’s so much stallion for the enamored buck to explore and he doesn’t have nearly enough hooves to enjoy it all as the object of his lust keeps putting on a show. Caramel’s limbs travel from the lush handles padding Brae’s sides to his girthy hips, playfully slapping at the massive red patches of fur on his ass the stallion’s cutie marks have spread out into. He’s almost too wide to reach with both forelegs at the same time, and better yet growing only wider.
“Y-you’re so.. S-so big, Brae… So soft…” Cara nuzzles into the thick roll of fat his friend’s neck has become, laying kisses on its squishy surface as the yellow farmpony eats and eats and eats. He can just barely see past the engorged body he’s so passionately fondling to the pony-sized mound of fat pushing the table further and further away with its girth.
“Then... C’mon, then... Help get me even softer.” He reaches for yet another a slice of pie, holding it up for the tubby stallion behind him to see rather than forcing it into his gullet himself for once.
“Y-you mean...?”
“Ah think you know what Ah mean, bud.” He gives his all-enveloping butt another teasing wiggle against Cara’s hips, prompting the worked-up worker pony to pull himself around to Braeburn’s front. It’s easy enough to push the table the rest of the way away when the buck’s so worked up, leaving him pressed right up against the expansive tummy Brae’s eaten his way to. The pudgeball offers the dripping slice of pie to him, only for Caramel to quite eagerly stuff it right back into the glutton’s waiting, open maw. His pudgy hooves return to marbling his own blubber, smearing his plentiful folds with pie filling and apple sauces.
And Caramel needs this. All this time spent watching his housemate pig out, feast with little regard to his increasing size or decreasing mobility, and now he gets to help make those dreams of fattening Brae up even further a reality.
It’s not just a feeding, it’s a full on stuffing. Caramel starts almost fervently cramming treats into Brae’s messy muzzle, having to lean up on the engorged mass of his belly just to reach his lips. His new feedee starts to feel something stiff and throbbing press into the soft fat of his own undergut, in a similar situation himself somewhere between his utter tree trunk thighs. Caramel’s lusty grinding and humping serve only to make his lavishly corpulent frame jiggle more and more, every quake of his flesh accentuating perfectly his growing bulk…
But it’s not long before that bulk becomes too much for the furniture. The stools beneath Braeburn’s triple-wide behind let out a final creak before giving out underneath the quadruple digits of weight they were so desperately trying to keep from the floor. Their resulting destruction was muffled by the bulky whale of a stallion that had defeated them hitting the floor, his boulder-sized plotcheeks wobbling fluidly from the impact. The fall, while short, certainly had the momentum to knock the wind out of him, forcing a loud and rumbling belch up from the depths of the enormous earth pony’s stomach out his food-smeared lips.
“U-UUUUOOOOOORRRRRPPP…!”
A bout of wheezing followed as he struggled to catch his breath, but was quickly silenced by a sudden and sensual kiss from his feeder. Bits of food both sticky sauces and crumbs of crust smeared into the fur of Caramel’s chubby chest as he made out with his favorite ball of blubber. He could taste the countless treats on Brae’s tubby lips, their sweet flavor made only more delicious by the knowledge of how fatter they’d make him. He could almost feel Braeburn's squishy body growing thicker the more food he stuffed into him.
The tubby colt’s cock dragged up the underside of Braeburn’s immense stomach, leaving a trail of pre in the soft fur behind it before both stallions felt it lodge firmly in the cavernous navel of Appleloosa’s by-far fattest resident. As Caramel’s thick shaft plunged deep into the plush folds of Brae’s belly, the two had another moment of sweet realization of what they could do for one another.
They locked lips again, globulously fat cheeks smothering Caramel's face as the enamored buck started passionately rutting the cushy mass of softness he had so lovingly helped turn Brae into. Pleasured, needy groans mixed with the sound of flesh slapping flesh as a throbbing shaft pounded into Brae’s corpulent tummy. Despite his size, the glutton could feel every last wobble and shake, and as sensual as having such passionate love made to his oversized belly itself was, just as tantalizing was being so wonderfully fat that he could be so eagerly pleasured in the first place.
Caramel wasn’t holding back, either. Every thrust of his wide hips was firm, sending his plump balls slapping against Braeburn’s gut and letting the colt bury his body ever so slightly deeper into those hundreds of pounds of blubber and blubber-to-be at the apex of every shove. With all these hundreds of pounds for padding, the yellow stallion's navel squeezed tight around his feeder's shaft like it was meant to be, and when Caramel's lips weren’t locked with Brae’s, he was letting out moans of utter desire as his wildest fantasies were coming true. It was starting to become too much for him to handle, and soon enough the nearly-bedbound stallion felt his partner’s cock start to flare deep in his navel.
“B-Brae, I-I, I’m gon-, I’m gonna-...!” And with one firm, final thrust, Caramel hilted himself deep and hit his climax, a warm rush flooding the wagon-sized buck’s belly crevasse. His whale of a feedee surprised him by pulling him forward to lock lips mid-moan as he rode out the orgasm, both sets of forehooves between the two sank deep into soft, yellow-colored corpulence as they huffed, panted, and groaned in sweet pleasure.
As the hefty climax befitting the size of the tummy he’d just made such sweet love to came to a close, Caramel pressed his face into the expansive mound that his housemate’s chest had turned into these last few months. He planted a few more smooches on its messy fur before his loving gaze turned back up to Brae’s adorably plump face. He reached up and cupped the stallion’s rounded out cheeks, his cock still half-stuffed into his tummy as driblets of cream oozed out of it.
One of his hooves rubbed circles into Braeburn’s cushiony gut, making it bunch up and smush around where it dragged. “S-so … still hungry…?”
Brae smirked coyly at him, his plump hindlegs pressing together on the sides of his belly to give Caramel another little teasing squeeze while he was still half-in.
“You know it, Cara.”