Private Panzer and Corporal Sharpe Gaze

>You are a Canterlot guard pony, fresh out of the academy

>Well, as fresh as one can be after a few months on the job

>You have a dire problem

>You can hide it when you're off duty, keeping to yourself by day and gallivanting only at night, when it's harder to see

>You can hide it during the day sometimes, too, since Canterlot is one of the most clothed cities in Equestria.

>But it's much harder to hide it at work.

>Armor does not lie nor bend.

>You've been sucking it in and hoping nobody noticed, but you've heard the whsipers

>It's been getting harder. Like a mare in a corset from Celestia's more prudish age, keeping your gut sucked in makes it harder to breathe.

>Or maybe you're out of breath because of the extra weight?

>Probably both.

>Anyway, today you you're done for

>You've been trying for the past 30 minutes to no avail, sucking in as much as you can, trying to think yourself thin

>Your armor straps will not meet to buckle anymore.

 

>You're sure your superior officer has noticed

>He's making been making fun even before you noticed the extra baggage

>He brings you seconds and thirds without asking and makes snide remarks

>"Fill 'er up, Panzer."

>"Wouldn't want YOU to starve, would we?"

>At PT he makes you work extra hard; the others laugh at your misfortune of getting picked on

>One time you refused the additional serving he brought

>He quietly ordered you to stay behind after mess; when all the others left he made you eat it and more.

>It hurt that night

 

>You exhale and stop sucking it in

>Your gut swells out and presses against the edges of your armor, hanging over your back

>You look like an upside-down muffin, still baking, rising the wrong way

>Pressing on it with a hoof, it gives way, soft and spongy, like a mare in the days and weeks after birth

>Wonder when you're due, heh

>You're painfully aware of your ass; every extra inch you feel rock as you walk

>You don't have any extra chins or anything, but you're sure you can feel your thicker neck

>Nerves are shot

>All you want to do is eat until they settle

>It's become a vicious cycle; you worry because you're getting heavier; you stuff yourself stupid more and more because you're nervous

>And now the consequences

>You're still a strong stallion, but they'll surely throw you out before long

>They'll mock and you'll eat and you'll go through a couple more pairs of armor

>They'll roll you right out the barracks door and out of Canterlot

"AT-TEN-TION!"

>You snap to attention and instinctively suck in, holding breath

>It's your superior officer

"What's taking so long, private?"

>Oh Celestia there's no avoiding it

>What do you do?

>What do you say?

"Having trouble with your equipment?"

>He's got that condescending tone again, barely perceptible

>You only hear it when he talks to you

>He hates you

>He did this to you

"That why you're still up here? Fatty too fat for his armor?"

>Your face is burning red as he closes in

>"I... sir..."

"Goddamn Private Panzer, d'you ever find a meal you didn't like?"

>You're not even ashamed anymore. You hate him. It's his fault.

>"Sir. I need new... larger armor."

"Well I can see that Private Pansy. You calling me blind, Corporal Corpulent?"

>"Sir no sir."

"Don't go making sir sandwiches; you'll only eat that, too."

>"Si... yes sir."

"Look at ya. Fall over and you're like to bend that fine steel"

>He starts to circle around you. Between anger and still sucking in, you can't breathe.

>You feel dizzy.

"Quit trying to hide it boy. Nothing hides from Corporal Sharpe Gaze."

>He prods you right in the belly, hard, sinking his hoof into your fresh dough

>Your will collapses and you stop holding it in

>Your belly falls and swells, pressing against your armor and the Corporal's stiff hoof

>You flush with relief as it all hangs out and pant for air

"You're a goddamn holiday ham, Private."

>He pushes you unexpectedly and you immediately tumble over onto your side, your armor springing off as you hit the ground, still unstrapped

"You tip like a cow."

>Your anger gives way to defeat. He's right. You're huge. You're worthless.

>You roll onto your back

"You know what pigs are good for, Private?"

>You mutter out weakly

>"No sir."

>He steps over you, legs on each side

"Porking."

>Holy shit he's erect

>You were so self-absorbed you didn't even notice

>His musk is... intoxicating

>He lowers down, pressing himself and his cock against your soft belly

>Your belly growls

"Don't worry Private Panzer. I'm going to help you live up to your name. I'm going to make you as big as a tank. My tank. My Panzer."

>Part of your mind recoils in horror. He's going to rape you.

>The other part is nothing but want and hunger.

>"Sir yes sir."

"Tubby tankie must be hungry, all those sandwiches. Don't worry, I'll fill you up."

>He slowly drags himself forward, bringing his throbbing unit to your mouth. Without a word you open and suck

>You can feel yourself stiff, too

>He comes quickly, in overwhelming quantities

>It's incredibly thick; like drinking hot icing for pastries and buns

>It warms your stomach and you inhale, blowing it up, out, against him

>The Corporal doesn't collapse, but gently lets himself down on top of you and withdraws from your greedy mouth

"That's good... Private Piggy."

>But you're not done yet

>You roll to your left and the two of you tumble over

>Now you're atop him

"What..."

>You don't give him a chance

>You give him back some of what he gave you, the Corporal's come sliding from your mouth into his

>He starts to struggle, but you lower and pin him down, your plush middle trapping his forelegs.

>After a few pokes searching around you find his backdoor and plunge in

>You're overwhelmed by conflicting forces: angry, grateful, hungry

>You can't focus

>His sphincter is tighter than your armor was

>You come almost as quickly as he did, still locked muzzle to muzzle, his body quivering in pained ecstasy.

 

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>You were sure that was going to be your end. You'd be drummed out of the guard.

>Instead a few moments after the Corporal left another guard delivered a larger set of armor

>It was very loose, tons of room to grow

 

>Sharpe Gaze didn't say a word about what happened.

>At mess he again brought extras to you

>Another private started to mock you

>The Corporal dismantled him word-by-word and left him devastated

>Now that private is required to serve you at mess

>You work him like a dog

 

>A couple months have passed

>You made it to first class

>But your armor is beginning to get tight again