"Ponytastic Comm [OC WG obese slob stuffing Hellen Georgia]" By Tankris (https://pastebin.com/u/Tankris) URL: https://pastebin.com/tz3ULmhK Created on: Sunday 9th of July 2017 03:47:43 PM CDT Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 12:42:03 PM UTC The Lockheart house was as quiet as could be. A slight layer of dust covered the furniture as the empty house awaited its owners. Tick tock, Tick tock, the clock clicked the slow seconds as a key slid into the locks. “Ah, home sweet home! You never miss it till it's gone.” Hellen Lockheart giggled as she kicked off her shoes and promptly tossed her luggage all over the living room. Her rear slammed into the couch as she flipped on the television and smiled as her favorite night time drama flickered onto the screen. “Jeez, mom. A whole three seconds back and you're already laying about the house.” Georgia Lockheart followed her mother inside, carefully dodging the skillfully placed mess strewn around the living room. “You need to relax more. All you did on the cruise was worry and complain.” Hellen smirked as she turned up the television up a few clicks. “And all YOU did was eat, hit on the guys and try to find me a proper suitor...” Georgia groaned as she sat down next to her mother. “It was a CRUISE, Georgia. Maybe you need to extend your vacation and pull that stick out of your butt, girl.” Georgia blushed as her mother's laughter filled the room. “As much as I would like to, there's always work to be done around here.” As Georgia eased herself out of her seat, Hellen pouted. “Work? But we just got home. I hope you don't mean cleaning up the house.” Hellen leaned back a bit more as a smirk spread along her face. “Does this mean you'll finally wear your Christmas gift? It's something more for when a MALE friend is over, honey.” Georgia stomped her foot. “I am NOT wearing that silly maid outfit, mom! Jeez!” Georgia's cheeks were red for the rest of the day as she dusted and vacuumed around her mother. Hellen shook her head as she continued to relax, allowing Georgia to put away their luggage as she lounged about. It was only when the doorbell rang did Hellen even bother to move. “Mom, who's at the door?” Georgia asked as she walked to the living room. She turned her head and gasped as her mother was set to smother some young boy with her tits as a pizza box nearly fell out of his grasp. “MOM! Here's a twenty, keep the change!” Georgia blurted as she tossed a crumpled bill at the delivery boy, swiped the pizza from his hands and slammed the door in his face. “Sweetie, you know I was about five seconds from getting that pizza for free, right?” Hellen giggled as she pulled her shirt back over her bra. “Mom, the pizza place told us that if you were caught doing that again, we'd be put on the ban list!” Georgia groaned as she placed the pizza down on the table. “WHY am I more mature than you are?” Hellen smiled as she grabbed herself a drink and flipped open the box. “Because you hate fun. Maybe you should dye your hair gray and I should go back to my natural colors.” Hellen teased before biting into her pizza. “Yea, I can definitely see your fun hanging out of your shirt.” Georgia punched back as she grabbed her own slice. “Huh? Are my knockers still out?” Hellen questioned as she yanked down her shirt. While her breasts were still completely covered, a small sliver of her pale belly was poking out from under clothing. “Nope, but something just as big is making an appearance.” It was finally Georgia's turn to giggle as she poked her mother in her doughy stomach. “Oh, that? Everyone knows that sea air shrinks your clothes.” Georgia had to bite her lip hard, stifling back giggles as her mother devoured another slice of pizza. “Oh yea, the sea air COMPLETELY does that, mom.” Georgia smirked as she watched her mother chug the rest of her soda. “What? It so does! I overheard some of the women on the cruise say that.” All Georgia could do was roll her eyes as she finished eating. “Okay then, mom. Whatever you say.” Hellen scoffed as she grabbed another soda and leaned back into the couch. “Ah, what does she know? I'm simply a little full off the pizza. I'll be slimmer in the morning.” Hellen continued watching her show while Georgia retreated to her room. It wasn't long until Hellen was putting the empty pizza box in the trash, only to grab a bag of chips from the pantry. The salty treasures were too tasty to deny, allowing Hellen to graze all night until the whole bag had settled into her stomach. After a good stretch, Hellen slipped into her own room. A yawn escaped her lips as she pulled off her shirt and pants. Hellen didn't quite register how much her stomach lurched forward as she unbuttoned her pants, nor did she feel the slight indent of where her pants cut into her soft flesh. “Ah, nothing like your own bed after being away.” Hellen moaned in delight as she unclasped her bra and slid off her panties, diving under the covers nude and snuggling up in her bed. Georgia sighed as she locked the door behind her. “It's almost nine and she still isn't out of bed. She needs a better hobby besides seducing teenagers.” Hellen snoozed the morning away, barely rolling out of bed before noon. A quick stretch made her jiggle here and there as she cleaned herself up for the day. “Time for breakfast. As good as the dinners were at that cruise, they couldn't cook up a stack of pancakes to save their lives.” Hellen cooked in her underwear, making sure to wave at the next door neighbor as he mowed his yard. Her impressive bust distracted the poor stallion long enough for him to slam his mower right into his fence. “Heh, still got it.” Hellen smirked as she flipped another pancake onto a plate. Greasy sausage and a few layers of crispy bacon joined the delicious breakfast, finishing the meal right. Hellen munched away, soaking everything in syrup as she watched her morning soaps. It wasn't long after that did Hellen find herself craving more. She heaved herself off the couch and sighed, staring into the pantry for more. “Nothing says a balanced lunch like cookies!” She giggled as she pulled a package of creme sandwich cookies from the shelf. Hellen juggled a few soda cans over to the couch and resumed her television binge. The cookies disappeared as Hellen pulled them apart and licked away the frosting. She idly played with her food while the cheesy soap operas swapped to game shows. “How the hell am I supposed to know who was king of Spain in the eleventh century? These quiz shows ask the dumbest things.” Hellen sighed as the hours blurred together. Georgia slammed her car door shut, signaling her arrival home. Hellen's ears twitched as she looked at the clock. “Damn, time for the fun to end. Better go and get dressed.” Hellen eased herself onto her feet and dashed off to her room. She tossed the empty package of cookies into the trash before heading to her closet. “Ah, here we go.” Hellen slipped on a white blouse and some slim fitting jeans. Her eyes widened as the jeans refused to slide up above her hips. “What the...” Hellen pulled again, yet her pants remained stuck to her thighs. Another hard pull only granted her an extra inch as a bead of sweat slid down her face. “Did I take something from Georgia again?” Hellen giggled as she finally found her problem. She wiggled the waistband until her plump rear slipped into the back of the pants, allowing her to yank up the offending garment. Victory was assured...if her tummy didn't get in the way of buttoning it. “I didn't take Georgia for a skinny girl. Then again, I was a perfect hourglass at her age.” Hellen sucked in her gut for a second and buttoned the pants, giving her a naughty muffin top as her chubby tummy oozed over the waistband. “Mom? I'm home with dinner!” Hellen licked her lips at the mention of dinner, patting her compressed tummy in delight. “Oh, I hope she got my favorites.” Hellen was too distracted by the siren call to notice her blouse was barely holding on near her chest, leaving far too much cleavage showing. The buttons cried for mercy as Hellen hurried to the kitchen. “Hiya, honey. How was work? Did any of those boys hit on you at your computer shop?” Hellen teased and pestered her daughter as she filled a plate full of rice, egg rolls and some pork. “No, mom. No one came into the shop so I mostly cleaned.” Georgia sat down and ate with her mother, watching as Hellen's muffin top jiggled as she moved. “What a shame. Too bad a cute one didn't come in asking for help with that game you like. The one with that sexy goblin you play as.” Georgia simply rolled her eyes as she ate. “So how was your day? I noticed you slept in pretty late.” Hellen shrugged as she grabbed another serving of pork. “There was a good movie on last night and I thought I'd stay up for it. That movie turned to a marathon of junk and before I knew it, it was midnight.” Hellen poured another helping of rice and meat onto her plate. The empty boxes were a small shrine to her impulsive gluttony on display. Georgia watched as the bottom button of Hellen's blouse pressed hard into her stomach while Hellen's pants began to strain at the seams. “Um, mom? You should probably take it easy on the food. You're gonna bust right out of your clothes.” “Oops! Sorry about making a pig out of myself. You probably want your pants back before I ruin them completely.” Hellen teased. “Mom, you bought those six months ago. We have a matching pair for when you drag me to clubs.” Hellen blushed as she struggled to suck in her gut. “Oh...these are mine? Could have sworn these were yours.” “I label all my clothes due to your rampant rummaging through my closets. Although I guess I wont have to do that anymore. Right, piggy?” Georgia managed to wiggle her finger between the pants and Hellen's overflowing muffin top and tugged at the wimpy jeans. Both mares heard a small ping as something metallic tapped the bottom of the table. “Uh-oh. Was that the BUTTON?” Georgia smirked as her mother blushed. There was no denying the missing button as Hellen's stomach pushed the zipper down and demanded more room. “It...they were worn out anyway.” Hellen scoffed as she crossed her arms in defiance. “Maybe from the last five minutes of binge eating.” “Hey, it doesn't bother me at all. You eat what you want, however much you want.” Georgia chuckled as she washed her plate. “Now for some cookies.” Georgia opened the pantry, only to find her prize missing from the shelves. “Mom....where are the cookies?” Hellen's reply was a loud, powerful belch as she rubbed her stomach. “You are an entire pack of cookies today? How much did you snack on before dinner?” Hellen sighed as she stood up from her seat. “What happened to not caring about what I ate? You should be glad I ate them so you didn't pig out on them!” Georgia slammed the pantry shut and turned towards her room. Her stomping echoed through the house as she made her way to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. “They make more, so what's her problem?” Hellen shook her head before looking down at her wobbling gut. “We can worry about this LITTLE problem tomorrow. Right now, I want dessert!” Hellen shrugged off her problem as she grabbed the biggest bowl she could find and piled ice cream as high as she could for her feast. Chocolate topping pooled at the bottom of the bowl, rippling as Hellen brought her dessert to the couch. The gigantic bowl of ice cream slowly faded as the night went on. Hellen idly scooped up the tasty treat as she watched late night talk shows. It was well past midnight when Hellen realized her spoon was dipping into a puddle of liquid cream. “My favorite part. Bottoms up!” She pulled the bowl to her lips and began to chug, moaning between gulps as her stomach expanded. Hellen barely heard the faint clatter of a button smack the wall as her pudgy, bloated stomach demolished her tiny blouse. “Oh for goodness sake! Mom, wake up.” Georgia shook her mother away, frowning at the sticky mess covering Hellen's mouth. “Wha? Issit breakfast time?” Hellen stretched as she rose from the couch, her tummy forcing another button to fly off her shirt. “It's time for you to actually watch how much you've been eating and go on a diet. I've already signed you up for a nearby gym.” Hellen scoffed as she scratched her jiggly tummy. “Nonsense, my metabolism just isn't what it used to be. I'll bounce back from this, easy.” Georgia pressed a hand to her mother's stomach and lifted up the flabby mass before letting it fall. “You're bouncy enough as it is. I've scheduled you a personal trainer as well, so don't be late!” Georgia smirked as she walked to the front door. “Don't worry. I paid extra to make sure he was cute.” “A cutie, huh? Wanna make a bet to see how long it takes to get him to grope all this?” Hellen chuckled as she squeezed her melon sized tits. “You'll have to actually go to find out. Goodbye, mom.” Hellen slumped back onto the couch and sighed. “Fine. I suppose I should do more than sit here and binge. Do I even have gym clothing?” After a quick stop, Hellen was ready for her appointment. Her outfit was snug on her generous curves, showing off her full, peach shaped rear while her tits bounced free. Several patrons stared at the full figured Hellen as she winked towards the studly gym rats crowding the equipment. The young clerk couldn't tear his eyes away from the overflowing cleavage in his face as Hellen leaned over the front desk. “Hiya. I've got an appointment for a fitness instructor.” The stallion was too hypnotized by Hellen's nipples bleeding through her tank top. “I...ummm...uhhhh.” He sputtered until a tall, muscular stallion strut over to the reception desk. “Ah, are you my appointment for three P.M.? Perfect. My name is Hammond.” He gave a quick little flex and chuckled. “My GOODNESS. How much extra are you again? It's worth it.” Hellen purred as she followed him to a private room. “Here, there is only you, me and the grace and beauty of a workout. Now, I have to take an initial assessment so could you take off your shirt for a moment?” Hellen giggled as she yanked off her shirt slowly, letting her breasts drop free and smack the top of her belly. “My goodness, such perfect curves.” Hammond grinned as his hands sunk into Hellen's tummy. “Oh, are ALL your inspections so hands on?” Hellen teased as his thumbs rubbed against her nipples. “Not all of them. I could tell you were a special case, Miss Lockheart.” His hands wandered down to her belly and gave it a playful jiggle, his eyes focused on the sway and bounce of her flab. “Who sent you here? You seem too confident with your body to wish to exercise with a personal trainer such as myself.” “My daughter was worried about my diet and fitness so she demanded I show up.” Hellen sighed in delight as Hammond stepped behind Hellen and gripped her expansive rear. “Ah, it is always family or a loved one that insists a client upon me.” Hammond ended his inspection with a firm slap of Hellen's rear. “So, are you interested at all in a personal routine from me, Miss Lockheart?” “Please, call me Hellen.” She purred as she stepped forward. “I suppose a little play time with you is more than enough for me.” Hellen pressed her body against his, licking her lips as she reached around him and gripped his rear. “Do you want me to put my shirt back on?” Hammond coughed as he stared into Hellen's eyes. “I....don't require you to wear anything at all, Hellen.” He pulled off his own shirt and embraced Hellen, their lips growing closer and closer. His hands ran through her hair as they kissed while Hellen ran her hands over Hammond's bulging physique. “Let's start with a bit of light jogging.” Hellen stepped onto the treadmill with a wink as Hammond turned it on. The machine whirred to life and Hellen began her workout. Her hefty jugs bounced free with every step, capturing Hammond's attention easily. Hellen's tummy jiggled and bounced and her ass swayed with every step. She tried her best to stay focused but her body couldn't keep up with the demanding pace. In minutes, Hellen was a sweaty, panting mess as she struggled to keep walking. “That's enough for right now.” Hammond grinned as he shut down the treadmill. Hellen gripped a bottle of water and chugged as much as she could before sitting down. “How...how long did I jog?” Hammond only chuckled as he shut down the machine. “That was barely five minutes, Hellen. We have a lot of work to do.” The jiggly mare groaned as she slumped onto her back. “Hammond, I really don't think these workouts are for me.” He leaned over her for a moment, revealing a knowing smile. “I don't think you're cut out for this, either. Fortunately, my job as a trainer allows me to assist in rather unorthodox exercises. “ He laid down next to Hellen and moaned as he pushed his lips to hers. His hands roamed her sweaty body, jiggling her flab and groping her body. Hellen moaned in delight as Hammond slowly pulled off her sweaty yoga pants. “It's obvious in how you move. You don't want to work out. You want to EAT.” Hammond scolded as he gave Hellen's belly a playful pat. “Lucky for you, I'm a hungry guy myself.” Hammond slipped his head past Hellen's plump thighs and pressed the tip of his tongue into Hellen's panties. A jolt of pleasure shot up Hellen's spine as Hammond pulled her panties aside with his teeth, allowing his warm breath to tickle her sex. Hellen locked him in and pulled him closer, squirming as his nose pressed into her pussy while his tongue slipped between her folds. “Oh yeesssssssss.” Hellen moaned as her instructor lapped and licked her like a hungry wolf. Her hands wandered down and rubbed his scalp in approval while Hellen teased her nipples and groped her chest. “Ohhhh baby, why couldn't we start with THIS one?” Hellen gasped as she nearly climaxed. She released Hammond, leaving him sticky and grinning as Hellen pushed him onto his back. “You want a workout from me? Here's one I think we can both enjoy.” Hellen spread her legs as she squatted down, easily impaling herself on Hammond's thick cock. Their lusty moans filled the workout room as Hellen pumped herself upwards, only to fall back down with a heavy THWAP. Her tits bounced and flopped atop her porky belly, flabby body constantly in motion as she rode her workout machine. Hammond gripped her doughy love handles and pulled himself up, further spearing Hellen on his throbbing cock. Her ass bounced and wobbled as he took control, making her body jiggle even harder. Hellen whimpered as she struggled to keep her position, legs burning as she slowly lowered herself down and rocked her hips front to back. “Giving up already? You really are a fat, useless piggy.” Hammond chuckled as he slapped Hellen on the rear. He pumped his hips hard and fast, not stopping till his cum was oozing out of Hellen. Both satisfied, Hellen eased herself up slowly on aching thighs before falling to the floor. “Great workout. When is our next session?” Hellen managed to wheeze between labored breaths. Hammond waved good bye as Hellen pulled away from the gym. She could still feel Hammond's cum leaking from between her legs, making her ache for his touch once more. She bit her lip, then turned towards a Hayburger chain. “Hey, gimme ten double cheese burgers, a large combo meal, two extra large fries, two chocolate shakes and as many pies as you've got on hand!” Hellen had to pull forward and wait as her order was slowly brought out in several giant bags. Hellen wasted no time, instantly cramming a burger into her mouth as they arrived. She could almost feel her stomach bloating up with every bite, moaning as she licked a bit of grease off her fingers. Hellen slurped at her soda and scarfed on fries as she drove home, her stomach filling up her lap as she ate. “Georgia, are you home?” Hellen called out to the empty house. With glee, she tossed the bags onto her bed and fell into a pile of greasy calories. Her belly was already poking out of her larger workout attire and Hellen was determined to finish her meal. Another burger slowly slipped past her lips, sloshing around in her stomach as she continued to eat. Greasy hands groped at her thin shirt, leaving messy hand prints everywhere. Hellen moaned as she poured an entire box of fries down her throat, imagining her stomach fattening up with every fry. She rubbed her bloated stomach and forced a belch. “Oh yesssssss. Eating like this is too much fun!” Another burger gone and Hellen was starting to struggle. “Gotta eat more....can't let Georgia find me like this.” Nearly half of the meal was gone, yet Hellen resembled more of a beached whale than a mare. Her stomach nearly cast a shadow over her face as she continued eating, moaning with every bite as she grew. Her pussy was burning as she struggled with her meal, demanding attention as she forced herself to eat. “Fuck it.” Hellen muttered as she tossed off her pants and slid aside her panties. Her belly slapped against her arm as Hellen teased herself, slowly rubbing her clit as her fingers danced around her folds. “Ahhhhhhh yeeeessshhhhh.” Hellen shuddered as she finished another burger. Wet and needy, she slipped a finger inside herself, followed by another. “I'm a big, fat cow. All I can do is eat and fuck...nnfffff.” Hellen bit her lip as she plunged her fingers inside her sex. Her orgasm sent her sky high as a belch rippled through her belly like an earthquake. Sweaty, messy and panting, Hellen refused to stop eating. She leaned over to her bedside table and pulled out a fat, studded vibrator and slipped it as far as she could in her slit. The vibrations jiggled her tummy, easing the dull ache that had been bothering her. Hellen rubbed her tummy while she ate, building to another climax with every bite. She was so full, but the savory grease kept her unwrapping another burger. Hellen reached into the bag but only found empty wrappers. “Ate them all? I'm such a pig!” She moaned straight into a low, stretched out belch that echoed through her room. Hellen idly snacked on the bite sized pies sitting in her final bag. “Now this is the life...I wonder what Hammond would do to me like this?” The thought of Hammond forcing the pies down her throat instantly sparked another climax as Hellen imagined her vibrator was him instead. The bloated, messy mare was spent as the last of the food was forced into her stuffed belly. Hellen fell asleep in the mess of fast food wrappers and bags, moaning in her sleep as her vibrator continued to tease her all night long. Everyone stared at Hellen wobbled into the gym for her weekly workout. Her shirt barely served as a bra for her overflowing chest. Fat tummy on display, Hellen lacked any shame as it wobbled and bounced freely. Her pants only covered half of her rear, showing off a grand valley of ass cleavage. The hardcore gym rats scoffed in disgust while several males were glued to the overflowing goddess walking towards the back. “Hellen! Always a delight to see you here.” Hammond grinned as his arms struggled to wrap around Hellen's gut. “I can tell.” She teased as his cock was already poking into her tummy. “First things first. Strip down and let's see your progress.” Hellen nearly tore out of her restrictive clothing and stepped onto the scale, making it creak at it bent under her weight. “Five hundred, twenty three! Amazing. How do you feel?” Hammond questioned as his hands gripped and groped at her luscious body. “I feel amaaaaazzzing.” Hellen shuddered as his fingers lightly rolled her fat nipples. “Good, Very good.” Hammond chuckled as he dipped a finger into Hellen's vast navel. “A true image of beauty. I can only imagine how well your family eats.” Hellen bit her lip as Hammond's grip wandered lower and lower. “That's not a bad idea...” Hellen growled a naughty hand slipped between her thighs. “I think it's time Georgia discovered what she's missing.” It was the last coherent thing Hellen could say before Hammond's cock slipped between her tree trunk thighs and began her “workout” Hellen left the gym with a mission, her eyes on fire as she set her plan into action. Every bakery in town received a dozen orders that day for their biggest, most extravagant platters. Hundreds of cupcakes, boxes upon boxes of finger sized desserts and dozens of multi layered cakes were placed on order for one very special date. Hellen was giddy with excitement as the orders went through. The only thing left to do was wait for the big day. Georgia had arrived at her home minutes ago, yet sat alone in her car. Her thoughts weighed her down as her mother's increasing weight continued to trouble her. “I can't FORCE her to do something she doesn't want to do...and all the teasing only makes her eat more. Maybe I should forget about it and cancel her gym membership.” Opening the front door of her home revealed an eternal darkness. “Mom? Hello? What in the world?” Georgia stepped into the darkness and flipped on a light switch, revealing Hellen awaiting with a rather large cake. “Happy Birthday Georgia!” Hellen shouted as a few poppers detonated into the air. “Oh gosh, I forgot it was my birthday!” Georgia giggled as Hellen nearly shoved the whole cake at her daughter. “You forgot? You poor dear. I got you a special cake and everything. Come to the table and we'll dig in.” Georgia gave a nervous chuckle as she followed her mother. “Well, it's kinda early for cake, don't you think?” Hellen simply laughed as she placed the cake down. “Not at all. Your birthday is special, so let go for once in your life. Enjoy a little cake here and there.” “I suppose so. A little cake before dinner wont hurt.” Georgia smiled as she sat down. Hellen lit the candles and began to sing. “Happy birthday to you!” Georgia blew out the candles in delight as Hellen cut a rather large portion of cake. “Dig in. I can't wait to have some myself.” The two mares dug into their treat, Hellen closely watching as Georgia finished her cake. “Oh darling, you look so hungry. Have another slice.” “Oh mom, I couldn't! Any more and I might have to skip dinner!” Hellen smirked as she grabbed Georgia's hands and quickly strapped them to the chair. “Ha, dinner. Georgia, this IS your dinner.” Hellen cooed as she picked up the slice of cake and forced it into Georgia's mouth. The bound mare struggled as far too much was shoved into her mouth. Hellen kept the cake pressed against Georgia's lips, forcing her to swallow her gigantic bite. “MOM! What the hrrmmmmf!” Georgia was cut off as Hellen stuffed the rest of the cake into Georgia's mouth. She struggled at her binds as best she could, but the next slice stopped her squirming. “That's it. Eat up and grow big and sexy like your mother.” Hellen cooed as Georgia finished another bite.. “What? Mom, I don't WANT to be fat like you!” Hellen sighed as she grabbed another glob of cake and smeared it all over Georgia's face. “Men like a nice, full figured woman, Georgia. That nice trainer you hired for me? He can't keep his hands or his cock to himself, you know.” Georgia's eyes widened as more cake was shoveled into her mouth. “He helped me see the true beauty and grace of living large and I think it's time you find out how delightful it can be.” Hellen slowly pushed the rest of the cake into Georgia's mouth, watching with glee as her daughter's stomach rounded out with every bite. A tiny sliver of brown tummy escaped from under her shirt, proudly jiggling free of Georgia's clothing. “A good start, but it's nowhere near enough. I need a healthy, sexy daughter to bear me strong, healthy grandchildren and I know just what to do about that.” Georgia moaned as her aching jaw was given a moment to rest. Her full tummy made it hard to struggle as the urge to nap hit Georgia hard. “Mom? Where did you go??” Georgia called out as she heard her mother's steps fade away. It wasn't long until Hellen came back, wheeling in enough dessert to feed an army for a week. “Happy birthday, dear. Open wiiiiiide!” Hellen sang as a cupcake was stuffed inside Georgia's mouth. The poor mare barely swallowed as another was pushed down her throat. Again and again, Georgia swallowed only to have her cheeks bulge out with more food. Her tummy pushed out from under her shirt, cutting into her waistband and giving her a doughy muffin top. “How does it taste? Oh, you don't know how badly I want a bite.” “No, please! Go ahead and eat one! Eat them all!” Georgia pleaded before another cupcake was forced down her throat. “I would be a poor mother if I ate your birthday gifts, honey. Just relax and let your throat do most of the work.” Georgia whimpered as her stomach continued to grow, oozing out of her clothing with every bite. PING Both mares watched at the button of Georgia's pants flew off and landed on the floor. “Excellent! Your gain is progressing nicely. How about a few snacks to wash down all that frosting, and then some heavy cream?” Georgia could only moan around the food crammed in her mouth, desperately swallowing more so she could breathe. Her stomach was nice and heavy, hiding most of her lap while her shirt slid higher and higher. “Your mouth must be so dry. Let me help you with that.” Hellen giggled as she tipped a whole gallon of cream to Georgia's lips. Giant gulps rushed into her tummy, making Georgia's stomach jiggle and ripped with every swallow. Her shirt was merely a bra at this point while several seams of her pants began to whine in protest. Georgia struggled to finish off the bottle, cream running down her cheeks and splashing onto her shirt. BUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAUUUUPPPPP “Oh my, someone sounds nice and full. Time to increase your intake.” Hellen swapped to a massive cake and continued to feed her daughter, her arms never stopping. Georgia simply swallowed the cake as it flooded her mouth with no time at all to chew. Her stomach bloated up even faster, pinching against the armrests. Hellen smiled as a few seams popped and tears began to form over Georgia's clothing. “Yesssss. Get nice and fat for your future boyfriend. I can introduce you to Hammond if you want. He'd LOVE your body even at this size.” With the cake gone, Hellen swapped back to cupcakes. Georgia sat and ate, unable to struggle any longer. Her rear and stomach were pinching harder and harder into the table as scraps of her clothing slid off her fattened body. “It's getting rather warm in here. You've got the right idea, dear.” Hellen pulled off the rest of Georgia's clothing, then stripped nude herself. “Ahh, nothing feels more free than jiggling around in your birthday suit. It's so refreshing, don't you think so?” Georgia wasn't allowed to reply as more sweets were crammed into her mouth. Her chair gave out a small little whine as Georgia's weight continued to skyrocket. The food never seemed to stop no matter how much she ate. Barely a dent was pushed into the eternal stockpile of food, yet Hellen continued to offer more. Georgia sighed in relief as Hellen slowed down her feeding, only to reveal another jug of cream. “Bottoms up!” She shouted as the opening was pushed to Georgia's lips. Georgia struggled to keep up, letting more and more cream drip over her obese body until her chair could no longer stand. It gave one last cry for help and buckled before shattering under Georgia. Cream fell all over Georgia, making her body slick and slippery. “Ah, a rubdown might do you wonders. Let's see how big you've gotten!” Hellen was happy as could be as she massaged her daughter's tight, bouncy tummy and groped her full, overflowing tits. “Mom....please....stoooopppp.” Georgia blushed as her mother gave her a nice slap to the rear. “No, this wont do at all. You're still too skinny!” Hellen pouted as she grabbed more and more food and set it on the floor. “No video games or play time till you finish dinner, young lady.” Hellen giggled as she shoveled more sweets into Georgia's mouth. Every bite, every swallow, every slosh of Georgia's tummy solidified her status as a prize winning cow fit for breeding. Hours had passed and yet Hellen still continued to feed Georgia. The massive mare spread out all over the floor, jiggling with every labored breath. “Whew...what a difference a couple million calories make!” She kissed Georgia on the cheek and smiled. “Don't worry, there's still plenty left. We'll make you irresistible!” Georgia blushed as her mother jiggled her body all over, biting her lip for a moment or two as her flab wobbled for a few minutes. “M...more?” Georgia asked, unaware she had begun drooling at the mention of more food.