>It was the middle of winter in Ponyville. The whole town was buzzing with excitement for the opportunity to hang festive decorations.
>The pegasus ponies had certainly done a fine job of coating the ground with fresh, white snow. It caked the ground, the buildings and even the trees.
>Lacking a fur coat during the winter was one of the few downsides to living in a world made by ponies. The heavy powder kept you inside for the most part as you tried your best to stay warm.
>Today you were nestled by the fire on your couch. The only problem was trying to wrap your arms with a blanket while reading the huge stack of books you borrowed from Twilight.
>Everything was quiet until an energetic knocking snapped you from your story.
>”Mail call, Mister Anon!”
>You grinned as you set aside your reading. There was only one pony in the postal service that announced her arrival with such gusto.
>Opening the door revealed Derpy Hooves. The gray pegasus always knocked with a bright smile, and a gaze that never agreed on what to look at.
>Her eyes spun for a moment until they focused on you. “Hi Mister Anon! I got a letter for you.”
>She dug into her mail bag and withdrew a single letter. You placed it on the table and motioned for her to come in.
>She let out a heart stopping squee of joy and fluttered in. She rushed up and gave you a giant hug, letting her chubby belly squish against you.
”Let's go make some muffins. I bought some fresh blueberries at the market yesterday since you mentioned you liked em.”
>Her golden eyes unfocused as she happily soared into your kitchen.
>”Muffin time!' Derpy cheered as she began to collect all the ingredients.
”And you're sure you're done with work this time?”
>You asked while gathering a bowl and several trays.
>”Yup! Boss let us out early today. The busy season wont pick up till Hearth's Warming Eve gets closer.”
 
 
>She reached down to grab the dry ingredients as you fetched the cold ones. Her rump swayed from side to side as she searched, giving her curvy rump a slight jiggle.
>”Found it! I can never seem to find that pesky flour bag when we need it, Mister Anon.
>Derpy dropped the flour on the counter alongside the sugar, butter and eggs. Her golden mare shone in the lights as she carefully measured everything and tossed it into the bowl.
>Seeing the mare carefully inspect her work put a smile on your face. Derpy never let anything stop her when it came to muffins.
“Got everything ready for the mixer?”
>You ask as you set the beater on the table. Derpy nodded, grinning as the hand held machine whirs to life.
>She dances on the spot as you churn the mix. Soon, all that was left was a bowl of goopy muffin mix.
>Derpy tossed in several hooffuls of blueberries and watched them turn the mix blue. Finished, you eject the beaters and hold one out to Derpy.
>Another squee escaped her as she frantically licks the beater. Her tongue darts around the metal, making sure to grab every last drop.
>You absentmindedly lick yours, trying to think of anything but that tongue working the erection in your pants.
 >All done!” Derpy announces before taking the beaters and putting them in your sink. You snap out of your trance, allowing you to finish preparing the muffins into the pans.
“Now for the hardest part. Waiting. Wanna join me by the fire and get warmed up?”
>Derpy follows you into the living room and plops onto your couch. Her wings delicately grip the blankets for you as you sit down with a different book in hand.
>Her wings wrap around you, helping you warm up as you crack open a Daring Do book.
>”Oh boy, I hope she escapes from Captain Jack. He's a meanie!” Derpy can't help but smile as you wrap an arm around her and begin reading aloud.
 
 
>Your hand sinks into her pudgy middle and it takes all your will power not to rub her cuddly belly.
>In no time, the kitchen timer is ringing as the smell of fresh muffins reaches the couch.
>”Yay!” Derpy shouts as she carefully untangles herself from the couch and rushes off to the kitchen.
>Following her, you reach for an oven mitt and remove the baked treats from the oven. Derpy already has a pitcher of milk on her back as well as two glasses balanced on her wings.
>She pours some milk for you and herself as you carefully pop out each muffin from the tray. Derpy drools on your counter as she watches with fascination.
>”I can't wait!” She suddenly shouts and grabs a piping hot muffin from your hand. She stuffs the muffin in her mouth and chews with vigor.
>A dopey look spreads across her face as she finishes swallowing. “How do you make muffins taste so good, Mister Anon?”
“I have a great helper who adds lots of love to each batch.”
>You joke, poking her on the nose. Her eyes follow your hand for a second until she notices another muffin in your hand.
>”Mister Anon, can I have another one?” She bashfully looks to the floor to inspect the tiles for a moment.
”Derpy, you know I can't eat all these myself. Take as many as you like.”
>She grins before taking another muffin and slowly nibbling on the treat. Her face is one of unrivaled joy as she eats another and another.
>Before long, half of your muffins are gone. Derpy chugs her milk and sighs, patting her slightly bulging tummy.
>”Can you read to me some more before it gets dark? We're almost finished!” Derpy begs as she pulls you back to the couch.
>You bring the rest of the muffins with you. Knowing Derpy, she'll want another one or three halfway during the story.
>Placing the muffins down, you curl up beside the happy, full pegasus and continue reading. Your hand snakes over to her tummy and wraps around her chubby middle.
 
 
>Either she doesn't notice or she's just too enraptured by the story to notice the small circles you rub into her stuffed gut.
>Her full stomach presses against you while her chub squishes between your fingers as you play with her flab.
>Story time continues as Derpy “sneaks” the last few muffins into her stuffed tummy. She finishes off the last one and sighs as the sunset hits your face.
>”Oh no, it's gotten so late!” Derpy scoots away from you and gets to her hooves with a bit of awkward shuffling.
“Wanna come back tomorrow? We can make more muffins and I might be able to finish these last chapters.“
>Derpy's gray cheeks darken into a deep red blush. “Oh Mister Anon, I couldn't...the ponies have been talking about us, you know.”
>Her eyes focus right at you and you can see the seriousness in her face. “I know it's silly but they have some kind of silly notion that you're gonna eat me.”
>A gray hoof wanders down to her stomach and gives the round orb a reassuring pat. “Something about how chubby I've been getting lately since I've been coming over for stories and muffins.”
>Your face grows hot as Derpy continues to jiggle and play with her stomach. A small smile replaces her concerned gaze and she trots to her mailbag.
>”I might be able to fix that not so little problem, Mister Anon. Just come over to my place tomorrow!”
>Derpy reaches inside the bag and withdraws a pink letter. The air instantly becomes thick with perfume as she places it on your table.
>You swear she bats her eyelashes at you as she lets go of the letter. “I better go now, Mister Anon. See you tomorrow!”
>She flings your front door open and spreads her wings. She looks back and gives you a wink while wiggling her plump rear at you.
>The sound of flapping wings barely distract you from her plot as she takes off. Her whole body bounces and jiggles as she flies out towards Ponyville.
 
 
>You look toward the letter laying on your coffee table, awaiting your attention. You slowly pick it up and breathe in the overpowering scent of the perfume.
>Opening it blasts more perfume in your face. You suppress a gag as you remove the letter inside.
>A photo falls to the table as you unfold the delicately folded letter.
>Her hoof writing is impressively detailed in fancy cursive. It takes a moment to adjust to the looping hoofmanship but it instantly ignites a desperate arousal deep within you.
>”Fill me up with your white, hot, sticky love.” is all the letter says. You glance over at the photo and gasp.
>Derpy somehow managed to get a shot of her ass from behind as she spread her chubby butt cheeks. Her hooves could barely hold onto the plump rear to reveal her wet, winking slit.
>Even her round belly was in frame, teasing you with it's softness.
“I guess it stopped being a secret when I started offering tummy rubs for thirty minutes straight.”
>Too distracted, you head upstairs and hide her letter. The photo stays in your mind all night, keeping you in a state of constant lust.
>The sun wakes you up bright and early. You fumble around your bedroom as eagerness turns to nervousness
>Derpy never told you when to show up, just to come over. You throw on something casual and make your way to her house.
>You try your best not to sprint through the snow all the way to her house. Your arrival is announced with a small knock on her door.
>”Mister Anon? Is that you?” You hear Derpy call out from somewhere inside.
“Yea, it's me. Am I too early?”
>”Not at all. Come on in.” She says with a hint of her own desperate arousal.
>You creak open the door and instantly spot a trail of muffins on the ground. Following the trail, you pick up each muffin as you head into what looks like a dining room.
>Your jaw drops as huge platters of muffins  stacked impossibly tall sit on a fancy table. A silver platter sits covered in the middle of the feast.
 
 
>Grasping the handle, you pull away the cover to find Derpy lying on her back in the middle of the huge silver plate, a giant red ribbon wrapped around her body.
>Her belly sags in front of her as the ribbon struggles to support her weight. Her mare bits are snuggly hidden as the naughty fabric clings to her pussy.
>”Hi Anon. Like what you see?”
>She picks up a stray muffin and idly bites into it as her gray hoof rubs her fat belly. She swallows the rest of her muffin whole and moans as it slides down her throat.
>”Derpy, what is all this? Why didn't you call Mister Anon like you always do?”
>Derpy's eyes lock onto you and she grins. “I may be a very silly pony, Anon but I could tell you liked me.”
>”Even before you started offering me my favorite muffins every day, I could tell just by how you smiled at me.” She presses a hoof into her belly, letting it sink into the flab.
>”Now you look at me differently. And I love it.”
>Another muffin gone and she moans again. “Everypony just looks at my eyes and gives a fake smile, so I gave them fake politeness. You never did and now you look at every little bit of me.”
>She picks herself up and turns around. The ribbon cuts through her butt crack, separating her plush, bouncy butt cheeks.
>She shakes her rump, causing her rear to jiggle and quake with each rippling movement.
>Your hands reach out and squeeze each cheek as she continues bouncing her hips. Her meaty butt claps and trembles in your palms as you grope her behind.
>Suddenly, she turns around and tackles you. Derpy lands on your legs, her weight pinning you down.
>”So I wont call you Mister Anon anymore. We're well past such fake pleasantries.”
>”Now, show me how much you love me. All of me.”
>With a quick hoof, your pants are gone. Your erection presses into her fat belly, her fur tickling your skin.
>Derpy mashes her belly against your throbbing member again and again. Her warmth surrounds your cock as she plays with her fat.
 
 
>”Got it!” She smiles as you feel your dick sliding into her belly button. “You're mine now, Anon.”
>She pulls herself up just a bit before plopping herself back onto your crotch. Her warm belly button presses around your dick like nothing you've ever felt before.
>Your hands grip her belly and squeeze, intensifying her grip on your penis. Her fat flows over your fingers with each “thrust” of her belly.
>Her wings pop out and start flapping. Her belly draws away from you, only to land harder and squishier on your dick.
>Sweat begins to form all over her gray coat as Derpy keeps pushing herself. You start thrusting upwards into her gut as she falls to help speed up your climax.
>Your hands glide over her damp coat and wrap around her heavy barrel. You can't reach past her back as you squeeze her body against yours.
>Your cock presses deep into her belly button as you fire load after load of cum into her stomach. The excess works out of her canal and oozes onto your crotch.
>Derpy shudders as the warmth spreads through her coat. Your legs grow sticky as her femcum pools on your skin and into her carpet.
>With a wet pop, Derpy rolls off your crotch. She pants hard, heaving her belly up and down as her hooves smear your jizz into her coat.
>”So much...I can't believe you came so much.” She moans as another small puddle forms near her crotch.
>Her tummy grumbles with hunger as she finally catches her breath. You pull yourself off the floor and toss your shirt aside.
“Sounds like you haven't eaten today. Want me to help you with some muffins, Derpy?”
>She nods and continues rubbing her tummy. You lean down and give her a small kiss before stuffing her face with the first muffin.
>She wastes no time in devouring the baked treat. Crumbs and fruit stain her face as she is forced to swallow muffin after muffin.
 
 
>The room fills with her moans as you keep filling her mouth full of calories. You manage to empty one of the four trays before Derpy holds up her hooves.
>”Milk....So thirsty.” Derpy moans as she smacks her dry lips.
>You rush over to the table and find a pitcher of chilled milk sitting in ice. Taking a huge glass, you pour her some milk and pull her head off the floor.
>Derpy gulps down the cold drink, letting her belly swell further. Her hooves continue to rub and caress her stuffed tummy as she grows bigger and bigger.
>Her already round stomach is bulging obscenely from her body. Derpy's legs press into her heavy belly, she's so full.
>”I'm so big and fat and full of your love, Anon. I need you so bad.”
“What about the rest of the muffins?”
>Derpy's cheeks puffed out as she let out a massive belch. “No way, Anon. Not right now.”
>”Besides, you need something to eat. How about a bit of what I have to offer?”
>Her hooves grip her belly and pull up as much fat as she can. Her spread legs reveal her lips clamped around the skimpy piece of ribbon trying to cover her up.
>”Carry me to my bedroom, Anon. Last door on the right.”
>With a grunt, you pick up the immense pegasus and head back into the main hallway. You carefully make your way to her bedroom and delicately place Derpy on her bed.
>She rolls onto her belly and presents her rump to you. The bow awaits right above her tail and she gives her plot a jiggly shake.
 
 
>”Well? Aren't you hungry?”
>You tug at the ribbon and the bow comes loose. The tight fabric falls from her body, revealing her plump, soaked pussy to you.
>Your hand push aside her heavy butt cheeks as best you can. Without obstruction, you push your face into her folds and begin lapping at her sex.
>Her whole body shudders at your touch, her butt jiggling against your face. Your hands release their grip and you feel her fat compress your face.
>Hands free, you wander to her hind legs and pull, inching yourself further into her moist pussy.
>”Ohhhh that's right. Eat me out you vicious human. Just like all the other ponies said you would.”
>Derpy gasps and moans your name over and over as you keep licking her slit and sucking her winking clit. Her body twists around, placing your head under her body.
>Her weight pins your head under her heavy flanks. Even if you wanted to move away, you couldn't move an inch.
>Oxygen is replaced with her musk and your mind is flooded with her scent. Your skin grows sticky and moist as you continue to press your face into her sex.
>One final scream marks her climax as her femcum splashes into her face. Derpy rolls her butt off your face and happily sighs into her bed.
>”Amazing. Why did we wait so long for this?” Derpy questioned.
>”It's not over. Not by a long shot.”
>Derpy shrieks as your rod penetrates her tunnel. Her wings flare out immediately and her tongue pops out of her mouth.
 
 
>Each wet slap of your crotch against her butt sends a delightful ripple through her fatty body. Your hands wander her slick coat, rubbing all her fleshy chubbiness.
>Your hands wander her massive expanse of a belly until you find her belly button. Still sticky with cum, you plunge your finger inside as you continue pumping her pussy.
>”Ahhhh! It's too much!” Derpy screams as another splash of her cum stained the bedsheets.
>Not satisfied, you match your finger's thrusts with your hips, always keeping her filled at just the right moments.
>Derpy is a moaning, panting, jiggling mess as you keep pushing yourself deeper inside. Your hands leave her belly button and firmly grip her wings.
>”Ready for it, Derpy?”
>You ask her without waiting for a response. You pick up speed and frantically pump her slit as fast as you can.
>Derpy has stopped making noise at this point. Her face seems to be frozen in pure heaven as you give one last final thrust inside her.
>The climax hits you hard, even for the second one of the day. You feel her pussy heat up as more and more cum floods her sex.
>You pull out and a few white strands land on her back, wings and lovely ass. Pulling her close, you hug her plush body as you collapse next to her.
>No words were spoken. Neither of you had the breath or composure to do anything but ride down the intense fucking session.
>Derpy leans in and give you a kiss on the nose. Her eyes straighten out and she happily looks at you before closing her eyes.
>Sleep begins to overpower you as well. You snuggle up to the messy blimp of a pegasus next to you and smile back at her.
“Sweet dreams, muffin top.”
>”Sweet dreams, stud muffin.”