(Extra Large) Slice of Life

 

>Lyra is sitting down, struggling to button her khakis

>sweat pours from her face; she bites her lip

>slowly, the pony sucks in her gut chub and makes a quick move

>Lyra fails to button up the pants

>tears fill in her eyes; she starts to sniffle

"What's wrong, Lyra?"

>the mint colored pony looks up at you

>"I'm an ugly fatass."

"Lyra, you reply, sitting down next to her and rubbing her belly sofly, "that's not true at all. I think you're a /lovely/ pony."

>taking her arm, Lyra wipes her cheeks clean

>"Y-You do? But I'm so fat!"

>you reach one arm around her massive waist

>with your free hand you tickle her belly, quickly rubbing your fingers over her soft middle

>"Tee hee! Stop in, Anon; that tickles!"

"I know, that's why I'm doing it."

>you stop tickling her

>both of you lock eyes for a moment

>under her mint-colored coat, the chubby pony blushes furiously, her fat cheeks covered in crimson

>"I like you, Anon."

>you reply by grabbing one of her large rolls and squeezing it, mashing it between your fingers

>she giggles

"I like you too," you reply back.

>you lower your head down to hers and kiss

[spoiler]>then she unzips your pants and sucks your beef stick dry like a thirsty Ethiopian at a well

>holy fuck do fatties give good head[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>Pinkie is working at Sugar Cube Corner

>she's trying to reach for a cake on the shelf

>it's hopeless

>try as she might, her belly is too heavy for her; the pony can't hardly lift it up

>some snickering is heard

>Pinkie turns around to see Dash holding back her laughter, eyes watering

>"No, no," says the pegasus, "the chocolate one. Higher."

>Pinkie turns back around and reaches for the requested cake, but fails as the adipose buildup around her arm knocks over some sweets

>they crash to the floor, glass shards and candy everywhere

>"What is going on?!" comes a shrilly voice

>Mrs. Cake walks from the storage room and gasps

>she looks at Pinkie

>"That's coming out of your paycheck, Miss Pie," she fumes. "Maybe if you cut back on your cake discounts you wouldn't be bumping into everything; you're already a bull in a china shop."

>by this point, Dash has lost control and is snorting through her muzzle with sharp laughter

>"Pinkie," she says between breaths, "oh boy! You're just TOO MUCH."

>the blue mare laughs even more at her own joke

 

>Pinkie looks at Mrs. Cake, then at the broken jar, then at her friend

>her lips quiver and her eyes well up with tears

>she looks down at her belly

>"...Too much," she repeats.

 

 

 

>"Anon, I'm so full that my little bitty tummy could burst," says the tiny Fluttershy before you

>chocolate, cake, milkshakes, pop and pocket candies had been her diet for the past few hours as you decided to spoil her rotten

>she was your pet

>she was your little bitty pudgy pone and you would cater to her sweet tooth

>of course, you gave her real food, but you indulged her on dessert

 

>Buttershy let out a small groan and tried to pat her blob belly, but her hooves could not reach

>"Anon? Can you rub my aching belly for me, if, um, that's OK with you?"

>you kiss her on the head

"Of course, my fat dumpling," you reply, taking two fingers and massaging her massive middle. "How does this feel? More of your milkshake, chubby honey?"

>you press the straw of the milkshake to her lips and Fluttershy lets out a delightful squeak; some of the creme dripped from the side of her lips as a small smile slowly stretched across her fattened face

>you continue rubbing her belly

>so soft, so pudgy and delicious, so -

>"UUURRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!!!"

>poor little Fluttershy vomited on your hand

>"Oh! Anon, I'm *hurk!* so sorry! Please forgive me."

>you wipe off your hand

"It's OK, Flutters," you say, "I should be sorry; I fed you too many treats." You pause and pet her head. "Now let's get you cleaned up."

 

>you take her to the bathroom to clean up the puke covered coat of fur

>you set her in the sink; warm water

>"A-Anon?" she manages to ask, after getting a bit soaked

"Yes, Fluttershy?"

>"So does that... um, so does that mean I won't be getting anymore treats?"

>she smiles and blushes

>too damn cute

"Oh, you," you say, kissing her.

>she giggles, bouncing rolls of fat splashing water out of the sink

>you pinch her gut playfully

>her laughing stops and she vomits again

>you take a washcloth and clean her off

 

 

 

"Dash, it's time for dinner."

>Rainbow Dash turns to look at you, an angry look on her face

>she huffs and turn backs around

"Dash...?"

>she tries to fold her arms, but she's gotten so fat that she ends up letting them hang to her sides

>you walk over to her and sit down next to he

"Are you mad at me?"

>no answer

"Dash," you say again.

>"Go away, egghead. You made me too fat to fly."

>you let out a small laugh at your pony's accusation

"I made you too fat?"

>she looks at you and holds up her belly

>"Duh! If you weren't always feeding me so much delicious food then I wouldn't each so much and get fat."

>you poke her belly

>she stifles a giggle

"Well, maybe you should exercise more."

>you poke her belly again, your finger sinking into her fat roll

>Dash starts to giggle, but then cuts it out

>"St-Stop it, egghead! That's not funny."

>you poke her again and add in some rubbing, at first using one hand but then pinning Dash down and rubbing her plump gut with both hands

>at this point, Dash is laughing hysterically as your fingers caress, fold, pinch and squeeze every fold and roll of fat on the tiny pony's body

"Awww, Dashie? Are you having fun?"

>"Knock it off; this isn't funny!"

>of course, she says it through laughter

>you stop and then look at Dash

"You want some dinner now?"

>she blushes, looking down at your feet

>"Yes please."

 

 

 

>"Ha ha, Twilight Sparkle," laughed the chubby unicorn. "It seems that the Great and Powerful Trixie has you beat."

>Twilight could hardly breathe, the blue unicorn's large posterior smothering her tiny frame.

>"Now, Twilight," laughed the mare magician, "Trixie wants to hear you say it for yourself."

>"Mmmph," Twilight replied.

>"What was that? The GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE could not make out what you had to say."

>Struggling under the weight of the heavier adversary, Twilight Sparkle let out a small grunt of pain, her words a little more clearer.

>"Mmmph, Ymmmr thm best!"

>"What was that?" asked Trixie, making herself more comfortable, drilling her fat ass into the purple cushion.

>Trixie lifted her hindquarters up a few inches away from her victim.

>Gasping for air, Twilight hurriedly said her response. "You're the best! You're the Great and Powerful Trixie, the greatest pony in Equestria!"

>A smile stretched across the fat mare's face, followed by a chuckle.

>"Trixie IS, isn't she?"

>Using her magic, Trixie levitated a tray of cupcakes over to her and began eating again, plopping her flank back onto Twilight's body.

>Twilight grunted under the weight of the magician as she felt the pressure on her body increase with every bite of the cupcake taken by Trixie.

 

 

 

>Dash was lying on her back, a pained look on her face.

>She reaches her hoof towards her stomach, but - try as she might - could not massage her expansive blue belly.

>A small groan escaped her lips.

>"Oooohhhhh, Anon," Dash complains. Her stomach rumbles.

>"Can you rub my tummy for me? It hurts."

>You knelt down and began to pat her aching stomach, swirling your fingers along her middle; she smiles and tilts her head back.

>"Ooooh, lower please, Anon."

"Sure thing," you reply.

>Your hand goes lower still as the blue pegasus' leg starts to twitch.

>"Yeah, that's the spot!" she says, giggling. Her face turns red.

>With a smile of your own, you go lower and lower, your fingers brushing up against Dash's inner thighs.

>She starts to breath heavier.

"How does that feel?" you ask.

>Dash replies by biting her lip and rubbing her belly.

>"I like that," she replies, "I like that a lot."

"Oh?" you tease, sliding your fingers further down.

>Dash lets out a gasp.

 

"You love that, don't you, you little butterball?"

>Dash gasps even louder as you slide your hand around her thighs, then sliding your fingers through her fat rolls

>"That feels awesome!" she squeals, her chubby arms flopping around like fat noodles.

>You decide to go even lower still, inserting your hand into Dash's honey comb, wiggling your pointer finger around like a worm.

>The pony cries out in ecstasy as you move more of your fingers around inside of her; she gasps your name as you work harder.

>"Anon, ooohhhh, Anon," she says, "I-I love... this."

"You were going to say something else."

>Dash blushes, turning redder. "N-No!"

>You twist your fingers around inside of her clit to make her answer.

>Dash lets out a sharp groan.

"Well?" you taunt. "What were you going to say?" You smile and nibble on her ear.

>"UUUuuuhhhhh... Anon," she replies, out of breath from her additional weight and added enjoyment

>"I love you, Anon!" Dash finally says.

>With a final move, you thrust deeper into the blue ball of chub.

>Her eyelashes flutter as a dreamy smile appears on her face.

>As you take you fingers from out of Dash's slit, you roll her to one side and wrap your arms around her belly and hips.

>She looks up at you with her large magenta eyes; you ruffle her rainbow mane.

>"I enjoyed that," Dash says.

>You peck her on the cheek.

"Love ya, Egghead," you reply.

>Dash nudges you with her hoof.

>You both laugh and doze off in the summer afternoon.