Anonymous writes about dat fat Rarity

>Another fine day in Equestria-

>Hot damn! Look at these sheets on the bed!

>Probably the cesspool of sweat from the past few sessions

>We partied so hard that there are rips everywhere on the fabric

>getting hard just thinking about those flashbacks

>Come on, get a grip. You can't just ignore another perfect day where you might catch someone in heat-

>Welp, I think I know where to go today

 

>Head on over to the carousel shop

>Hold up, I hear a conversation coming from inside

>Silence...no wait, someone's approaching the front door

>WHAM, nearly have my face peeled off

>See Spike in front of me, something seems different..

>"What do you want, you little cretin!?"

>Holy shit Spike got ripped, with his tail curving upwards like a scorpion

>"H-hey man! I'm on your side!"

>Spike glances away for a second, then looks down, beginning to release tension with a hiss

>"S-sorry about that, Anon. We...just had a...talk, that's it," as Spike shrinks down in size

>This is more than meets the eye, but I'd rather not risk Spike hulking out again

>"I j-just need my bedsheets stiched up. Is Rarity's still up for business?"

>"You can have her," Spike lets out in a growl as he slinks away

>Waaaait a minute...could Spike be pissed because Rarity-

>Phermones are in the air

 

>Head inside

>Huh, did the mannequins go up a couple sizes? Surprise, surprise...about the size of Miss Cake's early days

>keep thumbing through the mannequins, until I see one wobbling with some grunting

>Aha! Rarity must be tending to its headdress!

>Casually slap the ass of the mannequin as my fingers slither down the crack

>Seems a little plush for a mannequin...

>Mannequin head turns around

>"Cahn I hehp you?"

>HOLY ELEMENTS ASS PLANT

>"Oh! Sorry about the casual tone there, Anon! I admit that was unprofessional of me!"

>As she lets a playful chortle, I can see her ass an inch from side to side

>H-her ass...just wobbled...

>DAT ASS

 

>"Eh heh, sorry about that mixup, Rarity. I thought you were...the mannequin was-"

>"Don't be so coy, Anon! I've had customers much more lewd than you! Just let me apply the last stitch...on this...collar!"

>The mannequin she was working on seemed to be about Rainbro's size

>Rarity is slightly dwarfed by it

>I can already feel my boner slithering away

>"You seem to be upset, Anon. I guess the decor of my current dress is quite bland?"

>she slowly strips down her complex dress, zipper by button

>boner deletion - canceled

>Turns out she HAS been affected by the new diet, as it hasn't just gone to her ass

>corset comes off

>her petite potbelly bounces like a breast

>"Yes...even I have succumbed to this 'food revolution'. When you're a designer for the local community, you must do your best to fit the lowest common denominator. But every day, the numbers get fewer and fewer, and it just grows harder not to submit to this new craze..."

>She's on the point of tears, I have to do something

 

>I slowly wrap my hands around her melting ice

>"Don't give a crap about that. Just do what you do best. At least you have an idea how to make Mrs. Cake's clothes now, right?"

>VWRRRRIP

>"There we go. NOW it is ready."

>Huh?

>"I knew there was some restraint going on, but I didn't think it would be this easy to undo."

>"But what about Spike?"

>"The boy has his heart in the right place, but he's not in a position to reach mine."

>She slowly relishes a grin

>"Besides...you have quite the rumors about you, Anon. All I had to do was put my compulsive binges to good use, and make sure I have an ace that you will never forget."

>"B-but-"

>"Sweetie Belle has been taken care of. Bless her heart, she's one of the only fit horses left...thanks to her unusual demeanor."

>"Wait-"

>"Yes, I can read your mind. How do you think I'm perceived to be generous if I wasn't?"

>WHY CAN'T I HOLD ALL THESE BONERS

>"Now give me one second to change, and then we can begin."

 

>She heads into the changing room with a tiny folded cloth

>I can hear every grunt she makes as cautiously slips that fabric onto every curve

>"You'd better not polish your cedar out there! I you do, I can promise you 100 lashings to your scrotum before we begin!"

>Dis gun b kinke

>The door finally opens

>Rarity is wearing a latex suit, which shines every curve upon her body

>"Not just any suit, though! Using alchemy, I have made a hybrid suit designed for maximum bondage and pleasure!...although it was designed a few sizes ago. But here's the best part..."

>A purple aura slowly morphs her weight to her rear, giving her a 10/10 hourglass figure

>"I'm hoping that later versions can be made so non-unicorns can use this feature, but first I need data. And since Bic Macintosh can't bother showing up, I'd thought I'd share you the experiment."

>She slowly unzips her crotch's zipper, letting her labia lips pucker up

>"Now...come at me, big boy!"

>My legs and hips leap into action

 

>Immediately I latch onto her ass for head-on contact

>Underneath all the smothering, I let my face out of the action

>"Did you ask Spike about trying out this suit!? I fucking LOVE IT!"

>"Erm...no. I didn't want Spike to know about this. But I understand where he's coming from. The last time we went to dragon territory, we saw dragons bigger than Buttershy! For Spike to make out with those baggy necks would be suicide!"

>Couldn't listen to that last part, too horny boning her

>"But, you know Spike, he tries desperately to prove his manhood..."

>I can hear a cart moving from the other room

>"Excusez moi, but can we switch positions? I've just had the most queer thought..."

>The cart finally makes it to this room, wheeling the best treats from Sugarcube Corner

>She crouches into the cowgirl position

>"Can you rub my stomach while like this?"

 

 

>I cannot drill her fast enough

>She slowly starts off on the first treat, wanting to savor every bite

>Oh boy, I hope I have enough man juice for this...

>The first tier of the cart later...

>Her pussy has shrunk considerably

>She has sped up the pace as well, her moans holding more girth

>Yet her suit hasn't yielded an inch to her calories

>Yes...an eating machine, squeezing my dick, milking out the delectable cream...

>Hmm...the suit's getting quite hot

>I think it's starting to give

>Rarity's sounds like she's absolutely stuffed, but she gets going

>Oh shit, I think I'm going full power

>The moans speed up, faster and faster

>Her hot and heavy ass, large-yet-firm, moved to the pace of a piledriver

>She picks up the last treat from the second shelf

>She tentatively brings it to her mouth, contemplating another ounce of my pleasure

>Climax

>The suit gives out instantly, her ass tearing vertically and her stomach horizontally

 

>She slowly falls off her saddle, exhausted from the strain

>She slowly gasps in short bursts, her stomach appearing 5 months pregnant

>"Oh yeah...I forgot to tell you my problem. Y'see, my bedsheets crapped out on me-"

>"No problem, darling, just leave them there. You can take my spare on top of that shelf."

>I take my payment and make my way to the door

>"Oh, and Anon...can you please come back once I prepare another suit? I would love to try another experiment."

>I nod, and silently close the door

>"Seems I'll have to get in touch with Frylight for another draft...praise Celestia for text messages."