Title:           Anonpone x Pinkie Stuffing (Anon WG series 1 part 1)
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 6th of September 2014 03:35:39 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 6th of September 2014 03:35:39 PM CDT

>Day What-the-Fuck-is-Wrong-with-Pinkie in Ponyville
>Pink horse has been somewhat of a wing-mare since you came to Ponyville
>Always giving you intel on the fun or crazy bitches in town
>Always cheering you up when you binge-drink at Blackjack’s bar
>She’s a bit scatterbrained, though
>At least she’s good with secrets
>Maybe you should just outright ask her for dating help
>You trot over to Pinkie, donning your favorite black suit out of habit
>"Hey Nonny! How’s life treatin’ ya?”
“Well, uhm, pretty well. There’s one place that I need some help with, though.”
>”Ooooh, what is it?”
“Okay, listen…this never leaves Sugarcube Corner, alright?”
>She nods her head eagerly, making a zipping motion over her mouth
>”Zzzzzzip!”
“Well, I…I have a fetish that’s been hard to find in common with anypony around here.”
>”Yeeeeessss~?”
>Okay, she needs to learn personal space
“…I’m an FA, a fat admirer.”
>Her face brightens almost instantly
>”Oh! I could help hook you up!”
“Huh, really?”
>”Yeah, take a seat and I’ll help fix your little problem!"
>You sit at a table in the corner, suddenly really self-conscious
>She comes back a minute later with a serving cart packed with pastries
>Well, that was unexpected
>She picks up a particularly large blue cupcake and brandishes it before you
>”Open wide, Nonny! It’s on the house!”
>You hesitantly open your mouth, feeling there’s not much more choice, and close your eyes
 
 
 
>She stuffs the whole thing in your mouth unceremoniously, catching you by surprise and almost triggering your gag reflex
>You feel a good amount of frosting fall off your chin and onto your suit
>You quickly chew and swallow, opening your eyes again only to have your jaw drop in shock
>She already has a pie ready
>A whole pie, still in the tin
>She seems not to notice your somewhat fearful cringe as she puts the tin right in your face and lets the pie itself cover your mouth
>Slightly afraid of running out of air, you devour the apple pie preventing your nostrils from getting said oxygen and swallow feverishly
“Puh-Pinkie that’s not wh - “
>You’re given a cake slice in its entirety mid-sentence, and she forces it into your mouth
>”Don’t worry, I laced these with an extra-special ingredient! You’ll be nice and pudgy before you know it!”
>Oh god
>As if mocking you, your stomach groans with hunger, begging to be filled further
>As she stuffs you full of every pastry you can imagine, you feel a painful tightness in your ribcage as your stomach starts to push out of its skin’s usual place
“Oof, FAs like me only like other - “
>Another damn cupcake forces your mouth open
>She continues to ignore your pleas and interruptions, starting to push you back a little bit to make room for your no-more-flat gut
>Eventually she backs off, all the food depleted
>Oh yes, finally
>”Alright, now it’s time for something new! Come on, get up so I can bring you to my secret weapon!”
>Sweet fucking Celestia
>You stare at her in absolute awe for a moment before she yanks your hoof and forces you forward
>You land on all four hooves, but you feel your stomach’s contents shuffle
“Ohh, my stomach…does your secret weapon involve water?”
>She beams
>”Even better!”
>Why the fuck did you say that Anon
 
 
 
>You follow Pinkie upstairs, having trouble walking with both the pain of emptiness and fullness in your tummy
>You’re growing less worried about your long-term future, and more getting some food in that stomach
>You get up the stairs a minute after Ponka Po, panting tiredly with a whyboner starting to show
>Pinkie already set up some sort of pump up in her room by the time you make your way up the stairs
>She pulls you into the room, setting you down on a body-sized pillow and smiling widely to you
>”Don’t worry Anon! We’re almost done and you can get back to your admiring!”
>You don’t protest, too breathless to speak coherently and too hungry to object
>She hooks a small hose to you and starts up the strange apparatus
>You feel a cold liquid going down your throat, tasting like…
>”It’s ice cream! I made the silo myself!”
>Silo…? How much ice cream does she have in the machine if she makes silos of the stuff?!
>Doesn’t matter, free food, hungry
>You gulp it down desperately, finding it hard to breathe as you eagerly drink up
>You feel your stomach’s walls stretching as your belly increases in mass
>You moan in discomfort as your dick slips out from its spot - tucked under your suit - and throbs slightly
>Your suit continues to tighten around you, your legs too thick to remove the suit now without ripping it
>Five minutes passes in this manner until you feel the pain in your midsection worsen
>Your suit’s filled past its capacity
 
 
 
>You look at Pinkie with a look of pure embarrassment, face flushed red as you continue to drink the ice cream
>Eventually your stomach starts to force the area between the buttons out, revealing your mass of green flesh
>You hear a loud ‘plink’ as your button flies off into a Monster can nearby
>If you weren’t about to break out in tears of pain, you would have commented on Pinkie’s energy levels
>Another set of buttons pops off of your lower gut, freeing your body space up as it pushes out even faster than before
>The sleeves start to tear, and you fear your suit may be torn to shreds
>Suddenly the machines slow down, your mouth slowly being freed of ice cream
>Pinkie approaches you with a kinky-looking smile, taking off the hose
>You want to scream at her, but you know deep inside [spoiler]you’re hard for a reason[/spoiler]
>You’re also painfully stuffed and can hardly focus
>”So, how d’ya like the ice cream? You looked like you really liked it!”
>You lose the last of your focus as you fall back, blacking out at the dulled sound of her gasping
 
 
 
>You wake up in Pinkie’s bed
>Your suit has been taken off of you, but that doesn’t change the main problem
>You are seriously fat
>Your belly’s softer than it was before, slightly shrunk since you passed out
>You get up lazily, hopping off the bed
>You realize all too late that it’s a bad idea
>Your ass and belly jiggle painfully due to your landing speed
>You flinch at the feeling of your stomach sagging down below you
>Just…just find Pinkie before you collapse
>You start to walk, moving your hooves forward and WHY ARE THEY WIGGLING
>Even your legs are thick and fat
>And yet thinking about it doesn’t make you nauseous
>In fact, when not thinking about being in public…you kinda like the feeling
>You sit back down on your plot
>Which seems to gently spread an inch or so on the ground like a water balloon
>Unf…
>Now you’re getting hard again; focus!
>Okay. Just…walk to the door
>Your dick swings a bit as you walk, sometimes slapping against your fat and forcing you to stop with a soft groan
>You meekly open the door to see Pinkie walking toward the door anyway
>Oh god not this again
>But it felt so good to be the indulgent fatty for a change
>Shut the fuck up, body
 
 
 
>Pinkie enters the room and gives you an apologetic smile
>”Sorry I overfed you, Nonny. Do you like your little belly so far, though?”
>God damn it not those eyes
>Can’t…resist…must not…disappoint…
“I-I…love it, Pinkie. Do you, erm, have some more i - I - I mean, some alka-seltzer? My stomach’s a bit achey.”
>She walks a bit closer to you, her expression a bit confused
>”Hm? I gave you some when you were out, are you sure you’re not just getting used to it?”
“Maybe you’re right…I, er, didn’t mean for this to happen at all, so I didn’t prepare.”
>You look away, hoping she isn’t offended by that
>”Oh, did I get something wrong?”
“Hey, hey, don’t say that. It’s just a slight technicality, okay? A fat admirer is a fan of fat ponies, but usually they wish to be with a mare or stallion who’s fat. I won’t lie, though, I…kinda like it this way.”
>You chuckle nervously, your stomach wobbling a bit as you try to keep her from seeing your boner
>You fail at it despite your stomach mostly covering it from the front
>”Ohhhh…I see. You’re a little more turned on than you can handle on your own, aren’tcha?”
>You back away a bit, your face pure red yet again
“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>”Come on Anon. I’ve known you for a while now, and the same goes for me. No need to hide it, Nonny~.”
“B…beg your pardon?”
>You notice a certain smell at that moment
>She’s been hiding something, hasn’t she
>Your eyes widen as you stare dumbly at her
>No fucking way
 
 
 
“Does that mean you’re - “
>”Eeyup! What kinds of ice-cream-pump emergency could I possibly have unless it’s something like that? You started talking about chubby flubby fat and I just couldn’t help it!”
“I - uhm, does that mean…"
>When you’re on the spot, asking somepony if they’d like to fuck isn’t that easy, is it?
>”Of course, sweetie-lumps! I’ll help you with your little problem, you’ll just have to get back on the bed for me!”
>You comply, boner throbbing and beginning to drip in approval at the promise of candy vag
>You get on the bed and lay on your back
>Your gut’s definitely too big to fuck her without pushing her off yourself
>She hops onto the bed, manipulates your dick into place, and drops herself down on it
>She lets out a moan before leaning forward to feel your flab wiggle
>She starts to fuck you slowly, trying to milk your already-leaking cock of more seed
>Suddenly, she changes her battle plan
>You let out a gruff moan as she pushes her forehooves into your stomach, pushing off of you and dropping back down to force your fat to shake
>You try to thrust your hips forward, but your weight makes your thrusts ineffectively weak
>The lust and need builds up more and more as she fucks you silly, your body quaking as you struggle to catch your breath
>Before you know it, she lets out a prolonged moan, hugging herself to your fatty belly and giving you the last coating of lubricant you need to finish inside her
>You both relax in a heap on top of the disheveled bed, spent
“Hah…hah…Pinkie?”
>”Yeah, my pudgy porker~?”
“Can we…do this again sometime?”
>”Poso…lutely…”
>She passes out on your soft, flabby body
>You think you’ll try out the whole feedee thing
 
 
 
>One week later
>You haven’t been able to lose all the weight
>To be honest, you don’t really want to do it
>You know what, maybe you should just play along with Ponka Po’s feeding
>You’ve only fucked one other mare, and she was paid by Rainbro in advance
>This one was willing to stuff the shit out of you to get with you
>May as well humor her and see how it feels to be fed more often
>You habitually start to put on your slightly larger suit before realizing she’ll probably rip this one to shreds too
>Maybe you should go nude tonight, just to be safe
>You head over there, mostly accustomed to walking with this pudge by now
>That doesn’t mean you don’t get aroused every time you do, though
>You get through town without much hassle, though, since most of the foals are asleep
>You feel a fear-rection start to build at the thought of going back there and stretching your belly out further as you knock softly on the door
>After a minute, the top door opens slowly, and immediately the one opening it gives a small squeak of surprise
>”Nonny? What might you need at this time?”
>You give her a small, embarrassed smile
“Well, since last week’s 'special' was so good, I, erm, thought I’d give it another taste…”
>Her smile nearly splits her face in half as she opens the bottom door, tacking you in a blur of pink
>After a minute or two of her wrestling with you on the welcome mat, she finally gives you a peck on the cheek and picks you back up
>She leads you through the currently-darkened store and into the small storage room
>Weeks’ worth of pastries and sweets lay in wait inside, and you catch yourself drooling a bit as she sits you down on a pillow she pulled out of her mane
>”This is just the surplus, so if we end up, oh I don’t know, eating it all, there won’t be any trouble.”
>Oh god, yes
 
 
 
>You nod, leaning yourself forward to stand
>You stumble on your hooves, your whole body fighting against you
>You bite your lip as you regain your balance, your belly reaching almost a foot and a half down
>Your body sways and jiggles awkwardly as you sluggishly follow her to the room in which the pump lie in wait
>Your dick used to ‘occasionally’ slap against your belly after the stuffing last week, but now it seems to almost be ‘constantly' pressed against it
>Your legs are heavy and even more jiggly than before, keeping you happily warm but making your movement that much more uncomfortable
>You feel something you never thought you would in your life - you have a bouncing double chin
>You’re so distracted by the sensations and feelings that you walk headlong into Pinkie
>She giggles, waving a hoof in front of you
>”Nonnyyyy~! You awake, silly? We’re here”
>You blink a few times before you realize what just happened
“Y-yeah. By the way, could you keep up the massaging when the feeding starts? You’ve got pretty strong hooves for somepony of your type.”
>She sees your blush and gets you set up again
>Before the ice cream starts to flow again, she gives you a little kiss on the cheek, then smiles
>”Think you can take it on ‘high’ this time around?”
>You nod feverishly, the very thought turning you on further
>”This’ll be interesting, won’t it?”
>You couldn’t agree more
 
 
 
>She turns on the pump again, flooding the tube, and by extension your mouth, with cool ice cream
>You close your eyes as the huge increase in pressure forces you to swallow large quantities of sweetened milk at a time, shuddering at the sensation of your stomach being nearly immediately filled to capacity
>Your stomach slowly distends, visibly larger after less than a minute of being fed the creamy food
>You find it difficult to swallow by then, your stomach stretching itself to fit everything coming down
>Your cock is gradually covered, top and sides, in flesh as you feel it twitch needily
>Pinkie starts massaging before she realizes the smell radiating from your private area
>”Hey Nonny, think you could lay on your back for a minute?"
>You awkwardly lean back until your torso is lain on the ground
>Your fat presses down against the rest of you, slightly paining your ribcage as you get relaxed
>Suddenly, you feel something that makes you moan through your nostrils
>Her tongue runs over your cock slowly, leaving a coating of spit along the underside of your flared stallionhood
>She repeats this, this time putting her lips over your head on the way down
>Ohhh no
>She isn’t
>You let out a louder moan, bucking your hips slightly upward in a pathetic display of the effects blue balls has had on you
>She calmly and slowly licks and plays with your cock as the machine fills your stomach
>You can’t even explain the arousal overtaking you - the pain of being filled to the brim, the delicious taste attacking your taste-buds, and the raunchy act taking place below the belt send you off the edge
>You cum very soon, your pent-up sexual frustration from the past 6 days unloading into Pinkie’s mouth as you feel her mane brush against your bloating belly
>You weakly raise a hoof, waving it with all your remaining strength to have her shut off the machine
>You pass out the moment you see her face, the last thing you notice about her being her cum-glased snout