Gleaming Gut
Tempass.
The nickname seemed to have stuck and there was nothing she could really do about it now, lest Tempest made some rapid turn around in her life, joined a gym and lost well...quite a few hundred pounds by her guessing. She didn’t really fancy getting on a set of scales to see her actual weight. She knew she was huge, her body told her that and she felt it all over, particularly when clothes clung to her enormous frame. Still though, if she didn’t enjoy it, she would have made an effort to lose it.
The other reason it had stuck is because most of that extra weight had made its way down below, whilst Tempest might have used a little magic to enhance that effect, it wasn’t entirely on purpose. She blamed that one night with Spitfire for all this...by Celestia, what a night that was. Ever since then she had kept up her weight, even indulging in a few more feeding and feeder sessions to try to recapture the magic, but nothing had really come close. She figured more weight would make it feel even better, but there was something about that first time she just hadn’t managed to recreate. It bothered her a little, but Spitfire hadn’t been around lately. Too busy with Wonderbolts work.
Tempest herself had decided to try to get away, a visit to Canterlot seemed like just the ticket to take her mind off things. But that was when she spotted her. Passing by the palace on her way to see some of the sights, she spied in a courtyard a troop of guard ponies getting ready for the day. Amusingly, one was much larger than the rest. She watched as the white mare waddled around in front of her troops, barking orders as the armour that she was hardly covering her large, wobbling belly struggled to stay in place as rolls of fat pushed and jiggled against it. Tempest watched as the large mare took a moment to stop and readjust her gear, trying but failing to push an extremely large fat roll behind one of the plates. She could see a mixture of reactions from the ponies she was meant to command, from eye rolls to indifference. One even seemed to be staring, but that might have been mistaken for just standing to attention. When she finished, she launched into another tirade before dismissing them. Tempest saw her relax, giving up the struggle against the armour that now just sat loosely on her body showing her true form. She was a large one this mare.
‘Trouble with the troops?’ Tempest asked, making her way over now that they had gone. ‘Sorry, I was waiting until you were done with them, I didn’t want to interrupt or buck your authority.’
She watched as the mare purposefully turned her body, trying her best not to chafe the armour any further than she already was to face her. Tempest observed her further as she did. Good build, a pair of thighs that could crush several melons...buns that could do the same. Hmmm, lacking a little gut, but those large breasts more than make up for it. They certainly are bigger than mine. A lovely hourglass figure. She thought. She could also see she was a little flustered to boot.
‘I appreciate it, I’m having enough trouble keeping them in line as it is.’ she replied, Tempest watched as she sized her up also, probably thinking the same things she had. She could see it as the military mare’s eyes darted around her breasts, belly and down to her thighs before coming back to her face. ‘You can probably see why.’
“Well...armour that doesn’t fit isn’t exactly befitting of a commander I suppose. You do want to inspire respect and loyalty.” Tempest started to say, she had to hold back the teasing tones, remembering she was still with a stranger. “Perhaps I can help?” she offered.
She watched as the mare thought for a moment. ‘Perhaps, I’ll have to see what it is you’re suggesting first. Who are you?’ she asked.
‘Tempest Shadow.’ Tempest replied.
‘Oh, Gleaming Shield. I have some more work to do, can you meet me back here later? Say around six? I should be done by then.’ Gleaming said, turning to waddle away. There it was again, that body wobbling and jiggling about. Tempest certainly had something in mind to help, although it perhaps wasn’t quite what Gleaming was thinking about.
‘Of course, see you then.’ Tempest said, carrying on her journey. She had time to burn.
-
She had to test the waters first, Tempest had been thinking about it all day. A meal to get going with seemed quite fitting. Then she could advance her plans further once she had an answer, she just had to be sure first. She returned to the courtyard promptly at six, she could see Gleaming Shield was already waiting for her. Clearly this was after work dress, the armour had vanished with the mare sporting a simple hoodie and sweatpants. Apart from the obvious extra weight, she looked quite normal.
‘Prompt, I like that.’ Gleaming said with a smile. ‘So, I’m interested to hear this plan of yours.’
‘Indeed, and I’m keen to tell you, but it’s evening. Have you even eaten? How about some dinner first?’ Tempest suggested. She could see the hesitation cross Gleaming’s face before she relaxed and relented. Perhaps that military training was so ingrained that even a simple suggestion of food would make her think twice. Tempest was happy when she relented.
‘I am hungry. Can we go somewhere casual? After hours I generally don’t like putting up with a lot of fancy clothing. I wear it all day at work.’ she replied.
‘Of course, I know a place. Pizza sound good?’ Tempest asked.
‘Sounds great.’
The two made their way down a few of the small, windy Canterlot alleys to a little tucked away spot. ‘This is one of my favourite places when I visit the city, they do a good mozzarella if you want a recommendation.’ Tempest said, sitting down at the table and starting to browse what was available. ‘What do you like?’
‘Hmmm…’ she watched as Gleaming’s hungry eyes darted over the paper she was holding in delectably chubby hands. In fact her whole body was a sight to admire. She liked this place not just for the pizza, but their furniture was that typical sort of Neightalian style that was built for smaller ponies. Gleaming’s body practically oozed out of the seat, Tempest was sure if it wasn’t made of metal she’d have easily turned it to kindling. Every shift of her body caused the thing to creak and groan under the immense weight it was supporting. Gleaming herself seemed rather deaf to these protests and just carried on browsing the menu. That wasn’t to say Tempest didn’t enjoy it either, at her size, she loved the feeling of her own body dominating such a pathetic piece of furniture. This was the first test really, to see if Gleaming enjoyed that feeling. With her enthusiastic shuffling in her space and slightly reddening of her cheeks, it was safe to say she did. Good.
Next was the choice of food, would it be what she recommended or more? Perhaps a little encouragement? Tempest smiled at the waiter, who came over to take their order.
‘A large mozzarella pizza please, with some dough balls.’ she said, winking at Gleaming who looked a little out of sorts, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
‘Oh yes, um, the same, and can I have a small Hawaiian one also?’ she asked, giving the menu to the waiter. ‘And just some water.’
‘Water? How dull.’ Tempest said. ‘I’ll have a glass of red wine.’
‘Did I say water? I meant wine, red also.’ Gleaming said. It amused Tempest that even though Gleaming was clearly used to being in charge, she was having a hard time around Tempest. Her size and figure was imposing. But so was Gleaming. A little light conversation to find out more figured into her plans.
‘’So, Guard Captain huh? That must be interesting.’ Tempest asked.
‘It’s a good job and keeps me well.’ Gleaming replied.
‘I can see that, I’ve been curious, why the extra weight? Usually guard ponies are quite trim. Like I saw earlier, your troops don’t seem to be giving you a very easy time of it.’ Tempest inquired.
‘Well...it started a little while ago. I put on a little weight and I liked it...I just kept going.’ Gleaming said.
‘Ah. I see.’ Tempest smiled, she had hit the jackpot with this one. She enjoyed eating clearly and she enjoyed the added weight even more. Enough so that she had decided to dismiss the need for a slim and slender body in favour of packing on more pounds. Perhaps with a few nudges aimed correctly she could make more of this desire. They spoke a little more, making small talk until the food arrived.
Tempest managed her pizza with no problem, for a mare of her size this was but a snack. She wanted to see whether a similarly sized pizza, plus another, was but a snack for Gleaming. The mare didn’t disappoint. She watched silently impressed by just how quickly Gleaming went through the large pizza before moving to the small one. There was a satisfied ‘Urrrrppppp!’ followed by an ‘Excuse me.’ when she finished.
‘No need to apologise, I like a girl who can eat.’ Tempest crooned. ‘Speaking of, I suppose I can tell you what I had in mind.’
‘Well I have been curious most of the meal, what is it?’ Gleaming asked.
‘Well clearly you’re a lover of some heft on you Gleaming. Don’t try and deny it, I saw the way you were moving your rolls about in that tiny chair and the tinge of rose on your cheeks as you did so. You said you liked gaining weight, so why not do something that plays into that?’ Tempest suggested. She could see the mare was trying to fight some embarrassment and failing. Stutters were always a tell-tale sign of that.
‘W-Well, you’re hardly small either. You ordered a large pizza.’ She replied.
‘Indeed, but that was a mere snack. You had two and you ate them both faster than me.’ Tempest said with a smile.
‘B-But one was a small…’
‘It was still two.’
‘What’s your point?’
‘My point is, let me help you. Why just be slightly obese when you could be so much more?’ Tempest asked her.
‘I don’t really see what you’re getting at.’ the confused Gleaming replied.
‘Okay, let me know show you then. Come back to my place, I am staying in the palace as a royal guest. I’m sure they won’t bat an eyelid at me bringing in you.’ Tempest suggested.
‘Well, okay. But this is turning into a longer night than I expected.’ Gleaming said.
‘It’ll all be worth it.’ Tempest grinned.
-
It was late, so the guards on duty were minimal around the palace. Tempest led Gleaming in and down to her room, she could tell Gleaming was still a little wary but she was hoping that would all change when she got in. Tempest let her in.
‘Oh...gosh…’ Gleaming was slightly surprised. There was hardly any room inside, in fact most of the furniture except the bed in the middle was covered in food. It was not a sight Gleaming was expecting to see.
‘Oh good, the kitchen staff did make all my meal requests. I wondered if they would.’ she giggled, moving a few eclairs off the seats around a nearly non-visible table. ‘Sorry about that, I did ask for rather a lot.’
‘I can see…’ Gleaming replied, still a little awed. She sat down, this time, the chair was wide enough for her, just about anyhow.
‘So yes, my idea...éclair?’ Tempest said, offering one up.
‘Oh please.’ Gleaming replied, she was expecting it to be handed over, but she watched as Tempest got up, carrying it over and then to her surprise, leaned in close. Instinctively Gleaming opened her mouth and let Tempest slide the treat in, not even protesting at the forwardness of her actions.
‘A good girl too, you don’t even protest at a little feeding.’ Tempest cooed, she picked up another éclair, not giving Gleaming Shield any chance to protest against the continued feeding which she had started. ‘So my thought is, why settle for being so small?’ the first tease came as the éclair vanished between greedy lips. Tempest picked up more food, a few small cookies and cakes this time. ‘You’ll never get the respect of your troops back at such a pathetic size, the heftier you are, the better it’ll be. You can really command respect.’ Tempest carried on. Already she could see Gleaming was starting to gain, the treats adding quite a few plump pounds to her body. Tempest wasn’t going to let it all go to Gleaming though, she took a few things for herself, continuing to tease and fluster the mare between her mouthfuls.
‘Think of it this way, you’re a leader, a born commander. Historically, this is always the larger one. Well why not be the largest one…’ She said, more and more of the food was vanishing. They had already cleaned off what had once covered the table. Thankfully, the room was full. She was hoping that would transfer to Gleaming, as well as herself.
‘T-The largest one…’ Gleaming managed to squeak between another pie going in her lips. ‘D-Doesn’t sound so bad to me...m-mffff.’ her words were broken by more food. It gave Tempest pleasure to see Gleaming turning into the feedee she desired so much so quickly. It wasn’t taking much, just the right words, a bit of attention. As Gleaming chewed, Tempest ran her hands over her monstrous thighs, caressing them with tender love and affection.
‘Mmmm, would you like to be fed Gleaming?’ Tempest asked.
‘F-Feed me, Tempest…’ Gleaming responded, Tempest was only too happy to oblige the request. The intake quickened, with Gleaming giving in to the whims of Tempest. It made Tempest curious, perhaps being in a position of authority all her life, she found a kink in being told what to do. It made perfect sense. She decided to ramp the teasing up a little more as she chewed.
‘Good girls eat all their food you know Gleaming, are you a good girl?’ came the tease from Tempest’s lips.
‘Y-Yes, I am a good girl...b-biggest girl.’ came the response. Laboured huffs and puffs were now permeating the responses. Eating for Gleaming was becoming a chore as she ate past fullness, but she clearly wanted to keep going. Removing the hoodie she was wearing was a help, thankfully it had a zipper that the large Tempest was easily able to pull off and apart. The garment flayed off her as a large, up until now, hidden pair of fattened breasts flopped forward. It seemed the bra strap that Gleaming had on wasn’t quite strong enough anymore to hold the mammoth pair back. They came to a rest on her growing belly, that was indeed starting to really take up a large amount of space in the room. Tempest was sure at some point she’d be able to climb on it, but Gleaming wasn’t quite there yet.
‘I can make you as big as you please...what do you wish for, Gleaming?’ Tempest asked.
‘I-Immobility…’ came the reply.
‘Mmmm, a big wish.’ Tempest responded. It was a fair request. There was enough food to accommodate it. There was only one thing, it was going to take more to give that belly more bulk. Sure it had grown out nicely, but it seemed to Tempest that Gleaming had a rather strong inner core to her, the rest of her was fattening nicely. Big jiggly ass, titanic breasts, a nice chubby face to go with it all. Her belly just lacked behind somewhat, she’d see if she could change that.
She was now starting to levitate the food towards Gleaming, it was tough work to not only feed her but herself, Tempest was making sure to gain too. She wasn’t going quite for immobility, but she did want to try to gain an extra few hundred pounds. It was so much more pleasurable when gaining with somepony else. This was what she had gotten with Spitfire before, just two gluttons, completely absorbed with stuffing their faces and enjoying their sizes. She couldn’t help but put her hands on Gleaming once more, feeling her folds. She gently ran them along a protesting belly that threatened to practically swallow them up, but she passed it quickly, coming around to those monster buns that were so gigantic, they had swallowed up the panties that Gleaming had on, now just a pathetic piece of fabric trapped between two wrecking balls of blubber that jiggled as part of the eating frenzy. The sweatpants were pulled down and struggling to stay on her body, fattened legs inching them off her body more and more. They had even started to form holes in the material, blubber oozing through.
SMACK!
Gleaming’s ass bounced with gusto, fat waves rippling through her body as Tempest admired all that blubber rolling about. She heard little from the front of the approaching immobility Gleaming, except a delightful low moan as she felt her body react to the pleasure of a hard smack. Her immense weight suddenly felt just that much better, a real pleasure.
‘Tempest…’ Gleaming managed to moan in between mouthfuls. It was hard to speak, Tempest was ensuring that as soon as Gleaming finished one morsel of food, another was immediately presented to her to stuff her face with. As she spoke the word, it was stifled by another pastry.
‘Mmm, don’t tell me you want more?’ Tempest teased her, giving her fatty flesh a grope with her hand that sunk in deep. She felt the warmth of her fat layers quickly engulf it.
‘More...yes. Bigger.’ A now huffing Gleaming moaned, she could hardly move at her size and speaking was becoming a chore. Huffs and puffs in between mouthfuls saturated her speech. The thing was, she was begging for it. More blubber and more attention. Tempest was all too happy to please her.
‘Oh that won’t be a problem, trust me.’ Tempest giggled to herself, she had a special spell prepared for just such a request and summoned in a somewhat innocent looking éclair that went down just as easily as the rest, but she left a little time for Gleaming to chew on it. ‘How was that?’
‘I...huff...what are you…’ her words were cut short by a sudden reaction from her gut that let out a loud bloooooorrrrrppppppp! as it began to digest the seemingly innocent looking treat. Her blubber suddenly piled on hundreds of pounds rather quickly, a testament to the pudding and its magical effects. ‘W-What…’ Gleaming started to say.
‘You want to be bigger, so I added a little magic to the mix. This’ll really plump you up.’ she teased further. ‘And give me more time to enjoy you a little…’ Tempest replied, summoning in another éclair. She couldn’t resist pushing her hand in between the folds of Gleaming once more, feeling them move and jostle about, squishing into her fingers as the fat in her body just became more and more weighty. It wasn’t going to take much of these treats to push Gleaming to a size worthy of her attention. She wanted a real blorper to finish with, it was exactly what Tempest intended to get and she could tell Gleaming wanted to feel it herself, even with the magical pastry, she wasn’t exactly protesting the added weight. In fact the light cooes and moans in the seconds she had between bites told her that in fact, she was enjoying it immensely.
‘You’re going to be trapped in your own fat soon you know, a warm blubbery prison…’ Tempest said, she wasn’t wrong. Gleaming could feel her body overtaking her, starting to almost consume her like the food she was gobbling down. But she loved her impressive she looked, she didn’t want to stop. Gigantic, wobbling breasts protruded forward resting just about on her belly bed that had slowly risen from the floor, now forming a soft squishy mattress under her that was getting bigger and bigger with every passing minute. Her back legs were useless, hidden under a monster rear that she could feel Tempest toying with as she worked her way around her body. And yet in all this, in this feeling of pure indulgence and the knowledge that she was gigantic she could only speak one word between her mouthfuls.
‘More…’
It was punctuated by a huff afterwards of course, but Tempest was only too happy to oblige, feeding her the treats faster and faster. Now it was her turn to really dig into that body that Gleaming was enjoying so much.
The fat folds were already deeply explored, Tempest now though was getting a little pent up from the sight before her. She wanted to take it one step further. Time for another magic trick…
Tempest had gotten pretty large herself, but she was still mobile. It was curious, extra size seemed to add to her magical ability, but she had never quite been big enough to make this spell work. It had always fizzled out and nothing had come of it. This time though, barely able to waddle, she felt empowered by her size. She knew what to do in her mind, but this time, would it show…
Paf.
It was the sort of noise you’d only hear if you paid attention, Gleaming hadn’t - she was still too absorbed in her own feeding to notice. Tempest looked down, impressed at the new, erect cock between her legs. It was of such a size that it even protruded from under her large, sloshing gut and offered it some support as it rested on top. She could feel a large, impressive and filled pair of balls now brushing against her inner thigh too. Oh my, it seemed when she was large and horny, the effects of the spell had really given her something huge to play with. Before it was curious she’d never even managed to make it work. She decided best not to dwell on it now, her lust was overtaking her thoughts. She had to make use of it.
There was so much to choose from, hefty fat folds to fuck, even perhaps that gaping maw of Gleaming but she wanted to keep feeding her. Her fat marepussy might be a little too buried to find, but there were two blubber buns in front of her. It was the obvious choice.
Gently so as not to startle Gleaming, and so she could concentrate her magic to keep feeding her she slid her monster mare meat between her blubber buns, quickly finding a hole to push deeper into. Celestia it was incredible, all the fat made Gleaming so tight she would have been unable to thrust if it wasn’t for a bit of natural lubricant Gleaming was producing that was a side effect of being such a fatty. She wondered if the mare might have said something, but there was no sound from the now almost sunken-in-fat head at the front of the immense, quivering body before her. No protest even though she held off for a few moments to allow it, Tempest grinned and slid herself fully inside. Spreading her arms she grinned the two bloated buns of Gleaming which bounced up and down, grinding against her dick effortlessly as she felt her body caressed. The feeling of her own fat wobbling against Gleaming, that Gleaming was such a glutton for all this. It didn’t take long for Tempest to start toying with her verbally to really make a pleasurable moment out of the grind before the love explosion.
‘Fatty...blorper...I’m gonna fill you...immobile...blob...g-gnnnnaaaaaaaaa…’
She felt a small amount of pre leave the tip and then a full on tidal wave of lusty cum explode out her cock like a river, Tempest moaning in ecstasy as she let her magically summoned balls empty their massive load into the immobile blob of Gleaming. She felt her body shudder, her fat rolls squish harder against her erect marehood. The final thrust was like nothing she had ever felt as her own large body quivered and bounced against Gleaming, her cum pushing her with the cakes into a room filling blob, Gleaming now her personal cum dumpster. A rapid shift in her shape took place to accommodate the sudden filling, Gleaming’s sides pressing up against the wall as she herself let out a lusty moan, bits of eclair pouring from her lips as she couldn’t hold back the satisfaction of the moment. She felt her whole body tense in pleasure as Tempest filled her, everything getting bigger...huger...just what she wanted.
Once her sack was empty, Tempest felt her cock go limp. The spell was powerful, even with her magic spent and her body now practically limp from the release of such a large load the cock persisted, Tempest pulling it out of that quaking ass and flopping backwards into what little space was left in the room. Gleaming now filled most of it, to Tempest’s satisfaction. This was new, exciting sizes.
When she finally gathered herself she got up and with a paf! the marecock vanished from her body. She would have liked to keep it but even flaccid, it was gigantic. She didn’t exactly have the clothes to hide it very well…
Gleaming had...well, Gleaming didn’t exactly resemble herself anymore. She had turned into a gigantic ball of fat. The floorboards creaked under her in an attempt to stop her massive body crashing through the floor. Limbs were something of a memory now. Tempest couldn’t even see any apart from holes in her fat that she assumed was where they would be if she wasn’t so large. The only thing really keeping her somewhat vaguely pony-like was the fact that her head was still just about visible at the front of her body, but a few more hundred pounds would see that vanish in blubber as well. Tempest came around to the face of Gleaming, which just huffed and puffed as éclair flotsam dropped from her lips.
‘You are quite special Gleaming, in fact you’re the biggest pony I’ve ever had the pleasure of...pleasuring.’ Tempest grinned, she couldn’t quite think of something more clever to say. It would do for now.
‘More...huff…’ the bloated face within replied. Tempest was impressed, it seemed her lust for size was even more than she had first thought. The mare would be more than happy to oblige, after a rest.
‘You need to let your body process all this new weight properly, then more.’ Tempest teased her. ‘I’m sure there will be plenty more magical eclairs, as well as other fillings.’ she giggled.
For now, Tempest had the perfect bed to rest on, and Gleaming was a perfect bed. She yawned, leaning against fat that was softer than even the softest pillows, drifting off into thoughts of what could become of her new blubber ball.