Chimie winced from the sudden shot of light that pierced through her closed eyelids. She groaned from her peaceful state being interrupted, so she rolled over and turned her back to the light side. Her face found a soft and hairy wall consume her face, causing her to lightly spit the little hairs that managed to slip through her sealed lips somehow. The act finally had her open her eyes to see the large and fluffy mane of her lover. With her mind awakening, her temper was soothed at the slumbering mare at her side. The early sign of a smile was clear on her face. Chimie sighed lightly and scooted her body against the warm back of her mate,  Sweet Mocha. She voluntarily pressed her muzzle into the mare’s thick mane, breathing in her natural smell. Her back felt soft, like she were sleeping with a giant stuffed animal.
 
“Mmm, good morning, my sweet Mocha,” Chimie cooed, and wrapped her hooves over Mocha’s chest.
 
To her surprise, it was quite thick and soft, yet it didn’t deteriorate her mood, but in fact brightened it. She let a giggle escape her. “My, I didn’t realize how soft you actually were, Mocha,” Chimie teased, “Maybe you’re starting to put on a little wei—” Chimie’s words were lost, as she smoothed the surface of Mocha’s belly, feeling it get thicker and wider. Her hooves moved up a small hill that was supposed to be her belly. Her eyes made out the lump under their sheets, and could locate her hoof on top of it. She gave a push down and felt her hoof sink deep in what she described as squeezing a sack full of marshmallow fluff.
 
“Mocha?” Chimie said quietly in order to lessen the panic that was clear in her voice. “Mocha, wake up!” Chimie shook her partner, unintentionally shaking her fatty gut, causing it to jiggle, which in turn made Chimie blush.
 
“Mmnnnng,” Mocha groaned half-consciously. She ignored Chimie’s attempt at waking her fully.
 
Chimie pulled the covers off Mocha with her teeth and exposed the brown pegasus. Chimie’s jaw went slack, and her eyes shrunk to pea size. Mocha’s body had blossomed out into a rounder, wider body. Her belly stuck out like a shore hoof; the back was thicker with a layer of fat and early signs of fat rolls. What really flustered Chimie was when she looked at her mate’s flanks. The cutie mark had stretched out with the extra girth in her plot. Her cheeks were big coco balls of fat, like the world’s largest chocolate balls.
 
Mocha growled at her body being exposed to the air. “Ahgh, Chimie! What the—” Mocha attempted to swing herself around to confront the hybrid mare only to stop halfway and get trapped on her back. Her large gut swayed lightly over her, sagging a little forward between her thighs that had also gained some padden. It took Mocha a few seconds for her brain to register the situation in front of her, but once everything was calculated in her mind, she gave a proper response.
 
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
 
~~~
 
Mocha’s face dropped as she read the results to her scale in her doctor’s office. “245 pounds!?” Her eyes squinted at the numbers. Her bottom lip protruded out as if she would cry. A sharp poke in her blubbery side sparked Mocha’s temper. “Will you stop it, Chimie!” She snapped at her partner, who jumped back.
 
“I must say, your recent weight gain is quite sudden from last we met.” Mocha’s doctor, Doctor Stethoscope, tapped her chin at the results. She gave Mocha’s anger glance only minor attention.
 
“Quite sudden? If by that I hope you mean overnight!” Mocha scrunched her face, breathing heavily through her nose.
 
Stethoscope kept her composure steady, as if Mocha’s attitude was normal to her. She adjusted her glasses, and gave a deep inhale. “Many ponies have had conditions where they’ve mentally blocked out their increase or decrease of weight over time. It’s usually when the pony can’t accept their body weight, so the presence of it is discarded from their memory bank.
 
Mocha gave an abrupt snort. “Yeah right. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t this big yesterday. Last I checked, I didn’t have trouble flying!”
 
“I can vouch for her, too, doctor,” Chimie said.
 
Stethoscope raised an eye to the phoenix mare. “Are you positive you haven’t been keeping Mocha’s increased weight gain a secret just to protect her feelings?”
 
“What? No! I would never lie to Mocha like that!” Chimie grimaced at the unicorn. She caught Mocha giving her a mixed look of concern but comfort from her words.
 
Stethoscope rubbed her scalp just under her mane bun. “Well, I can’t think of any reasonable explanation aside from what I’ve just said. Perhaps you were exposed to some magical experiment I’m not aware of.” She levitated her clipboard to her face and adjusted her glasses again. “From my results, you haven’t been exposed to any potion effects, so it is possible that there’s some spell on you that I can’t pick up.”
 
“Unless somepony broke into our house and just placed the random spell on me, I can’t think of any time someone used magic near me,” Mocha said.
 
Stethoscope chewed on Mocha’s words while looking at her clipboard. “I'll see what else I can find, but for now I would suggest you try and live as usual.”
 
“What?” Mocha said like she didn't hear. “Just live as usual? You think this weight is usual!” She gripped her side and shook it for effect, her thickness jiggled like chocolate pudding. Her doctor hid the slight look of disgust, but Chinie, from behind, gulped a lump in her throat.
 
“It may mean a few daily adjustments with your condition, but that's just how it is for some,” Stethoscope said.
 
~~~
 
“Can you believe her? Live as usual my fat flanks! She can’t tell me what’s wrong and yet she can just say living as usual will be the best thing to—hey, Chimie, are you paying attention?” Mocha glanced back at her partner, who was trailing behind.
 
Chimie was mesmerized by Mocha’s thick behind. Her thighs were wide and rubbed each other, complemented with her plot to make a plump duo. Chimie’s face burned, a wade of something was caught in her throat that made her swallow hard.
 
“Chimie!” Mocha twisted herself around, the moment her flanks were ripped from Chimie’s sight, the mare shook her head, coming out of her trance.
 
“Huh? I'm sorry, Sweet. What were you saying.” Chimie gave an apologetic smile.
 
“Well, it doesn't matter now what I said. It's clear that you are enjoying this new body of mine, sicko!”
 
Chimie spattered words, off guard by the response. “Pff, ha-uh, that—I, if you think…” Chimie’s face was as bright red as a chilly pepper. Mocha held a deep frown and raised an eyebrow. “You and your assumptions! You don't think I'm not worried? This really is unnatural, Mocha. I just don't want anything bad to happen to you.”
 
“The only real harm to me is my dignity. All the looks the customers will give. They'll think I'm getting lazy! All the rumors they'll spread. I'll be the most gossiped mare in town!”
 
“Most gossi—what are you talking about? I think you're overreacting. It's just a little winter weight coming along, that's all. No one is going to care.”
 
“I hope you're right. The first pony to give me a weird look will get a broken muzzle.”
 
“Trust me, no pony who knows you will dare even blink funny. The couple laughed collectively.
 
 
One week had passed with little change in Mocha’s condition, which was neither too good nor a bad thing. The only thing that did change was the weather; the winter was settling in. Snowflakes were being scheduled to roll in, and with it, the cold air. The winter meant good business for Mocha and her shop, but Mocha was usually hidden for the good portion of the early winter rush, still too ashamed of her weight. One cold night the couple cozied up to one another, Chimie had to persuade Mocha to get close and intimate with her.
 
“You really love this bod, don’t you?” Mocha said. Chimie pawed Mocha’s filled gut, then wrapped her legs around the thick hindquarters, and pulled herself in Mocha’s warm, fat coat.
 
“If there’s one thing I love, it’s how warm you make me feel, inside and out.” Chimie pecked Mocha on the nose, then dug her muzzle in between the fold of Mocha’s neck and shoulder. “I don’t care how fat you may be. It just means there’s more for me to love,” her words were muffled.
 
Mocha returned the embrace and sunk her partner in her body further. “You are the cutest, dorkiest, mare I have ever met.”
 
“You only like dorks cause I make you look good in comparison, mm.” Chimie sighed as the two slowly drifted into a warm slumber while snow lightly fell outside their window.
 
 
Chimie woke the next day feeling sweaty and claustrophobic. She tried rolling over, but a huge weight rested over her. Did she have extra blankets on her, or a sack of wet cement? Chimie attempted to escape, wiggling her legs and kicking against the thick, flesh like stuff she was under. It felt almost like a heavy sponge, soft, squishy, and damp. She pushed mass out of her way, and finally her rump wiggled free and was met with the cool air against her moistened fur. She dragged herself out from the depths of her dark prison, sucking in air the second her muzzle was free. Chimie glimpsed the object that lay on top of her: a large, rounded brown ball that resembled the color of a particular pony.
 
Chimie had a sinking feeling in her gut. She could hear the grouchy snores and mumbles of Mocha. Each snore sent the brown mound creeping an inch closer to Chimie before retreating as Mocha exhaled. Chimie trembled as she poked the soft belly, the length of her hoof sunk deep in the blubbery depths, half her leg was consumed until she couldn’t push more. The mass slightly moved and jiggled with a mind of its own. More grumbling erupted from behind the brown mountain, followed by the belly sloshing madly, the pony attached to the gut tried re-positioning herself.
 
“Mm-Mrrrmh! Arrugh! Why can’t I…” The sleeping beauty had awoken, and confronting her in her first waking seconds was the beast of a gut. “OH you gotta be fu—”
 
~~~
 
Chimie read Pegasus weekly that was offered in the waiting room. Besides her, taking up two seats, was a pouting Mocha, her hooves rested on top of her mound of chest. Her belly protruded out so much that they slopped and sagged over her legs. Her butt squished into the chair seats and back rests completely. Chimie used one of Mocha’s flanks as a hoof rest as she read.
 
Mocha’s face was bloated and puffy in the cheeks, like she was holding her breath or had food stuffed in them. She had a double chin and a bulging fold of neck fat. Her eyes spied on the ponies in the room, her sight caught a mare peeking at her before she hid her face in her magazine. However, her two foals stared at her with no regrets, only pure amazement.
 
“Yeah, you see all this,” Mocha grabbed her belly and jiggled it hard and squeezed to show off, “this is what happens when you don’t eat your vegetables.”
 
“Don’t scare the children, Mocha,” Chimie said in a bored tone.  
 
Mocha huffed and mumbled something about how the kids started it.
 
Coming out from the door, a nurse called out for Miss Sweet. Hearing the name, the couple got off their seats, though, Mocha had to receive help from Chimie in pulling her forward enough to fall on her fours. Her belly bounced off the ground and rippled her mass. She waddled in a slow stride, Chimie staying by her side for support. The nurse stood frozen at what she was seeing. Her head followed the brown cow when she gave the nurse a dirty look.
 
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!” Mocha waddled past her and pushed her way through the door up until her wide gut was caught in the frames. “Ugh, I’m stuck!” She tried kicking hard to heave her way through, but her legs would only slide against the floor, giving her huge plot a nice wobble and jiggling that made the ponies in the whole room turn away. Chimie was the one to come to the rescue and help push her lover through the door. With a few shoves against her butt, Mocha eventually squeezed through the door and stumbled forward. They knew which room was Stethoscope’s, so they didn’t bother waiting for the nurse—not that she could get around Mocha due to her width taking up the hallway. When they reached the door, Mocha threw herself into it, bursting the door open, but evidently, getting herself stuck in it again.
 
Stethoscope shot her head up from her papers, then stared, unmoving, at the tub of blubber jammed in her door. She said nothing as her patient was pushed through the door with the help of her lover. Finally getting through, she snorted loudly and huffed, breaking into a sweat from all the pushing. Her eyes met Stethoscope’s, and they were not friendly.
 
Stethoscope got up from her chair and came close to study Mocha. She eyed her up and down for a good while, stunned silent by the mare’s growth. “Alright. I'll admit it. Something’s definitely not right.”
 
Mocha tore a smile on. “Oh, geez, you think? What was your first clue!” Mocha waddled closer to Stethoscope, huffing as her boulder gut was just inches from the ground, jiggling and swaying.
 
“Look, I believe you now! I only want to hel—”
 
“No,” Mocha cut her off, “you’re not gonna help, you’re gonna fix this!”
 
“I’m trying to find something—”
 
“Hey! You either do, or you fuck up royal. And from the past week till now, you have fucked up royal!”
 
Chimie hopped between the mares and held Mocha back, pressing her legs against her thick, brown chest. “For the love of Celestia, Mocha, please, calm down!” Chimie pleaded.
 
Mocha glared at her doctor, but listened to her lover and waddle backwards with a huff.
 
“Look, Mocha,” Stethoscope sighed, “even if you went to a different doctor, I'd doubt they'd say anything different! I'm only a medical expert, okay, I'm not an expert in sorcery.” She levitated over a book titled “The full volume of pegasi biology.”
 
“I’ve gone into the study of pegasi anatomy to see if anything could be found, but it’s just all basic stuff I already knew!” Stethoscope flipped through the pages. “The only chapter in here I didn’t check was the evolution of pegasi,” she flipped through the first couple pages, “but I don’t see how that will give us a clue to your…” Stethoscope went silent as her eyes ran over the couple pages she stopped on. “Oh… I think this explains it,” she said in a deadpan tone.
 
Mocha glanced at her mate who did likewise.
 
“According to ancient pegasus scrolls and scriptures. Some pegasi cultures had always prepared for the winters by growing a thick layer of fur, normally found in all pegasi. However, some tribes had an alternative growth where fat was a substitute for the fur for pegasi that lived in much harsher environments.” Stethoscope continued. “Eventually, around the time of the founding of Equestria, the pegasi lost this natural ability through evolution, since they no longer needed it. However, some may suddenly show symptoms of this phenomenon during the winter. It may happen at any age, and may or may not repeat itself every year.”
 
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Mocha cut the doctor off, “so it’s a natural thing for ancient pegasi that we had outgrown. Can you skip to the part where I can get this weight off! And please don’t tell me it’s diet and exercise.”
 
Stethoscope adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. “Well, it seems that you just have to let nature set its course. Meaning you just have to deal with it until Spring.”
 
“TILL SPRING!” Mocha started stuttering. “B-b-but I can’t live with this fat for that long! Winter has only begun! How much more weight am I even going to gain, doc?”
 
“Well, it may not seem that long for you because on the fifth or sixth week at the start of winter, you will have gained… oh my.” Stethoscope flashed her eyes at Mocha before continuing. “You will have grown to weigh at least 800 pounds of blubber after having extreme cravings similar to pregnancy, except you’ll find you can eat much much more. And then you sleep. For a long time.” Stethoscope looked up and closed the book. “Basically you’ll hibernate until the spring.”
 
Mocha’s face was distorted, a silent expression of intense screaming was in her eyes. Chimie knew what to do and leaned into the hefty mare, and pattered her in a means of comforting.
 
“But… I have a business I need to run. I mean, sleeping for months on end sounds amazing. But actually sleeping that long, when I have responsibilities, and a livelihood? I—I can’t!”
 
“Well, it looks like there’s not many options for you, Miss Sweet.” Stethoscope closed the book and set it back on the shelf, indicating that their meetings was coming to an end.
 
“Can’t you make a spell that stops it? Some counter magic? There’s gotta be somepony that knows a spell for this.”
 
“You’d have better luck than me. I don’t specialize in spells. Perhaps you could visit the princess of friendship in Ponyville. I’m told she’s very social and open to helping anypony. While it may not be a ‘friendship problem’, unless, of course, the weight is getting in the way of your relationship with your partner?”
 
Chimie turned red in the face, feeling Mocha’s eyes on her. “‘Getting in the way’ is not as negative as you would think,” Mocha sighed.
 
“Well, in any case, it’s a little known fact that the princess is a mare of science, so bringing this to her attention should catch her interest.”
 
“When you say it like that, doc, you make it seem like she’ll do experiments on me rather than cure me,” Mocha said half jokingly, finding it less funny by the second.
 
“It’s up to you, Miss Sweet. Unless you’d like to take a winter off from everything and sleep the fat off.
 
~~~
 
After much consideration, and persuasion, Mocha traveled to Ponyville with Chimie to meet Princess Twilight in hopes she could help her get back to normal. The couple were nervous meeting the princess, however, when they met her it was much different than they had anticipated.
 
“This. Is. Amazing!”  Twilight squealed as she flapped in the air, circling the obese pegasus who did not share the princess’s enthusiasm.
 
“I can think of a hundred words to describe this, and ‘amazing’ ain’t one of them,” Mocha grumbled.
 
Twilight laughed sheepishly. “I suppose not, in your case.” Her smile was breaking down from the force of Mocha’s deadly glare. “Ehm, anyways, I’m not sure how much I can do for you; what with this being ancient pegasi abilities. Since this is natural pegasi magic at work, it would be even more difficult because I don’t know how to reverse the effects of such—”
 
“So we wasted our time coming here!” Mocha boomed.
 
“Well, not entirely. This can help with further research on the lost ability of your ancestors.”
 
 
“I don’t give a flying feather about that! I’m fat! I’m told I’ll grow so big I can’t even move! What good is research gonna do for me?” Mocha felt Chimie rest a hoof on her pudgy shoulder while throwing a warning glare. The sudden cold stone face from her lover told she needed to turn down a notch before things got ugly.
 
“Is there really nothing you can do for her, Twilight?” Chimie said, with concern.
 
Twilight gave Chimie a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, but this is really old magic at work that would require a lot of up close research and studying.”
 
Mocha bowed her head, squishing her chins against her bulging neck flab. Her frown was so deep it made dimples.
 
“If you allow me to study you while you’re in your hibernation sleep, i could think of a spell or potion to stop it if it happens again.”
 
“Again? Why wouldn’t you be able to stop it while she’s asleep?”
 
“For precaution purposes. If I were to halt the hibernation process while it was going on, I don’t know what the effects would be. She could wake up but still retain all her body fat.”
 
“Nope!” Mocha blurted out, “I’ll sleep the fat off, then. It’s not worth the risk. So don’t go casting spells on me while I sleep, or else I’ll show you what it feels like to have 800 pounds of fat on top of you!”
 
“Thank you, princess Twilight!” Chimie stepped in front of her partner and started directing her towards the door. “We appreciate your time and concern. We’ll stay in touch with you.”
 
“I won’t,” Mocha grumbled.
 
“Before you two go, I must warn you about something. At this stage for you, you may start having, well, memory gaps.”
 
The couple looked confused.
 
“You’ll likely start forgetting you had a meal, feeling hungry one minute in the living room then feeling stuffed in the kitchen the next minute. It’s an instinctual overtake of the consciousness; your cravings will take over your willpower.”
 
Mocha looked horrified. “How long will that last!”
 
“It happens around the nearing of your hibernation state. It’s meant to collect as much energy in the body before sleep. Not much you can do about it except just not be hungry. As long as you keep yourself full you’ll have fewer blackouts.”
 
“Thank you again for the help, Twilight.”
 
“Yeah, thanks for showing us how underpowered alicorns really are.” Mocha ignored the intense glare Chimie had on her.
 
Twilight sigh. “Why does everypony think having wings makes me capable of fixing every problem,” she sounded tired and mildly frustrated.
 
~~~
 
After their visit with the princess, Chimie took Mocha out to lunch at the nearby sandwich shop. Mocha was severely embarrassed when Chimie had to request a second chair for her. Mocha wouldn’t talk much, she refused to even order food and forced Chimie to order for her.
 
“Mocha, please! You heard what Twilight said; if you don’t eat your body will take control and do it itself.”
 
“I don’t care. I won’t willfully pig out just because princess Twilight said I should.”
 
The waiter arrived with Chimie’s tulip sub, and Mocha’s baker’s dozen order of daisy pickle sandwiches—which was hauled on a cart. Mocha gave the waiter the stink eye as he set the large tray in front of her without even glancing at her. And as soon as he left, Mocha picked up a sandwich. “I will eat one sandwich, as any pony would. Maybe two… but no more.” Mocha took a huge bite out of the sandwich, devouring more than half of it already, meanwhile, still holding her grumpy expression as she chewed with full cheeks.
 
“Sheesh, you should see how you eat, Mocha. It’s like you’re already possessed,” Chimie complained.
 
“Yeah? Well,” Mocha threw the rest of the sandwich in her mouth and swallowed it whole. “I don’t like the way you’ve been treating this whole ordeal.” She went for another sandwich and got a good mouthful of food. “I mean, you’re not the one who has to deal with the weight and pressure of having to walk around.” She scarfed down the rest of the sandwich and licked the pedals that stuck to her lips. “No, no, you just get to stand by and watch me struggle; you get to help me around, but that doesn’t bother you because you actually enjoy touching me when I’m this huge!” Mocha’s ear twitched and was suddenly still and silent. She blinked, then, a churning could be heard which followed up with a growl from Mocha’s belly.
 
“Mocha? Are you alright?” Chimie’s tone turned soft with concern. But her partner didn’t respond. Her eyes lowered to half lids, but her face was ultimately deadpan; it seemed she was falling into a trance.
 
“Mocha, for Celestia’s sake, respond!”
 
Mocha’s eyes shot open—there was a cloudy shade over them. “More,” Mocha said in a whisper. The pegasus then grabbed two sandwiches on top of one another and inhaled them in their full content. She swallowed the heavy load, the wad of food passed down slowly through her throat. She continued her feast by eating one at a time but at speeds never before seen. One second she’s taking her first bite, and the next thing she’s pushing in the last bit. And it continued like that for minutes. The heavy mare leaned forward more to shove food down her esophagus. The added weight to the end of the table lifted Chimie’s side up, which brought her plate to descend down the slope. Chimie leaped for the plate, adding her body weight to the table, but not nearly enough to level out Mocha’s weight. Chimie’s belly pressed into the side of the table as she was lifted straight up in the air, legs dangling helplessly. She watched her lover devour sandwich after sandwich, not caring about the pedals and pickles that feel to the ground. Chimie was so astounded at the display she didn’t see that her sub was sliding off her plate due to the angle she held it at. Before she could do anything it dropped towards her hungry lover.
 
“No!” She yelled, which caught Mocha’s attention just as she was swallowing the last of the sandwiches, and she managed to snatch the sub in her jaw. She wolfed it down. With no more food in sight, Mocha leaned off the table and plopped on her chairs. Chimie yelped as she, too, fell and landed hard on her chair. She winced as the pain in her plot was delayed but slowly crept up her flanks.
 
Mocha sat, content with her meal, rubbing her huge gut in circles. Another big gurgle bubbled up in Mocha’s stomach, enough to distort her face and pinch her eyes shut. The built up pressure inside her traveled back up her esophagus and broke through the iron grip of her locked jaw. “UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!” Mocha unleashed a powerful belch that no pony who heard it nearby would have thought came from a mare or pony. After she had expelled the gas she blinked and shook her head. Her eyes were clear again. Her expression shifted and became irritated.
 
“I mean, do you have any idea how much effort it takes for me to walk up and down a few simple steps? You don’t think my knees ram into this gut all the time?” Mocha spoke as if the conversation had never stopped a moment.
 
“M-Mocha,” Chimie managed to get out.
 
“What? What’s with the look?”
 
“Do you have any idea what you just did in the last five minutes?”
 
“Uh, I have been talking to you, that’s what. Don’t try and change the subject, Chimie!”
 
Chimie merely pointed down to the table, and Mocha’s eyes followed, then became vexed. “Okay, what happen to the whole plate of sandwiches? They were literally right here a sec—” Mocha froze in the middle of her sentence as she felt a petal fall from her face. She brushed her face clean and stared—eyes glued—at the dozen or so petals she collected from her face. Her mind raced, but the answer lied in Chimie’s red face, and the many wondering eyes of other ponies. Mocha felt the realization burn through her face. She felt like hiding inside the thick coat of her body and never see the light of day.
 
“I have a condition!” She blurted out to the ponies who stared at her.
 
~~~
 
Many days passed since Mocha locked herself in her own house, afraid to lose control again and make a pig and fool of herself. But in those days she grew immensely, every hour she would eat, every night she’d find herself sleeping on the kitchen floor with the refrigerator door open, and the contents within emptied. Despite her best attempts, eating was almost a twenty-four hour job. Before she knew it, Mocha could barely move a step without either breaking into a sweat or feeling like her heart would explode.
 
As snow began to pour down one chilling night, Chimie—after cleaning up from the massive dinner she had just served to her beloved Mocha—carried a tray of warm pies as she flew down the hallway towards her bedroom.
 
“Here you go! Some sweets for my big Sweet!” Chimie put on a bright smile as she pushed open the door and placed the four pies down in front of Mocha. The Coffee mare rested on her beanbag chair belly, while her front hooves were trapped in the coat of flab around them and laid comfortably on her massive flowing chest. She could only lower her eyes down with the thick ring of neck fat locking her head in place and lifting her fat cheeks up. Only her back legs could touch the bed thanks to her globe flanks weighing enough to rival her gut, but even then her legs were consumed by the thick thigh rings.
 
“Stupid pie.” Mocha glared at them like they were annoying little foals poking fun of her body.
 
“Oh, don’t be like that. I baked them with love, so all I expect in return is the same,” Chimie said in a casual voice. She flapped her wings to land on the bed besides her immobile lover. Her added weight moved the bed a bit, which caused Mocha’s body to wobble from it. Mocha’s ears dropped at the sight of her body moving beyond her control.
 
Chimie pawed Mocha’s chubby cheek. “Don’t be upset.” She leaned against Mocha blubbery side and groped her chest. “You need to store more energy for your big long rest for the winter.”
 
Mocha gave her a sideways glance. “I think I'll be fine with a heated house and a warm soft bed, thank you.”
 
Chimie took the cutting knife in her mouth and cut a large slice of the first pie, then lifted the crusty end up to slip a hoof under to carry the gooey dessert to her lover’s disgusted face. “Look, it’s blueberry, mm, your favorite!” Chimie said, a drunken smile on her face.
 
Bits of blueberries fell and splattered on Mocha’s massive coat. Her eyes fell on the mess and recoiled back up to Chimie, her brutish look never faded. “You’re starting to enjoy this far too much,” She commented.
 
Chimie’s smile only brightened and she pushed the tip of the pie towards Mocha’s lips. The immobile mare slowly allowed her lips to open and for her jaw to unhinge, enabling the slice of pie to make its way into her mouth. Chimie shoved the pie until the crust was passed her lips, then she pulled her hoof back before Mocha’s jaws snapped shut and chewed in massive bites. The sounds of her munching were clear to Chimie’s ears. The wet smacks and crunches made the hairs on her back prickle.
 
Mocha chewed some more, her ears twitched suddenly and she swallowed. She smacked her lips, a mixed expression coated her face as did blueberry sauce cover her lips. Chimie stuffed another huge slice of pie in Mocha’s mouth before the mare could speak her thoughts. Mocha, however, didn’t make a fit as much this time but chewed without a whimper. She chewed and swallowed sooner than the last time, fewer blueberries rolled down her chest. Mocha shook her head and blinked. Her eyes had a craze to them, her head felt clouded and her gut howled with hunger. Her lips quivered with little sticky strands of blueberry hanging between them. She gave little cracks in her voice, trying to form words. “M-more,” Mocha’s usual sturdy tone was softened to a whimper.
 
Chimie gave a crooked smirk and batted her eyes as she fulfilled her lover’s request and fed her the other third of the whole pie. Mocha dug her face at the pie, biting the crust off and slurping up the oozy filling. She gulped it down hard and then looked panicky at Chimie, breathing rapidly and making wheezy whimpers for more. The phoenix mare was more than happy to oblige to Mocha’s cravings. As soon as she reached the second pie out to the coffee mare’s face, Mocha lunged as far as her face would go, and she covered herself in pie crust and sweet apple pie filling. She ate like a pig as she dug her muzzle deep into the bottom of the crust, ignoring the trickle of sauce that trailed down the rounded sides of her cheeks and down the lump of her neck. When Chimie pulled the pan away she couldn’t help but blush at the deeply content and messy face of Mocha: light brown apple filling covered her from cheek to cheek and on her nose. Mocha’s body gave a strong shiver that followed up with a fit of jiggling.
 
“Now,” Chimie held the two remaining pies in her hooves,” is my Sweet Mocha ready for two more?”
 
Mocha looped her tongue out and panted happily like a dog, eyes wide as dinner plates and shined like crystal glass. She gave the tiniest of nods as an answer.
 
Chimie put one pie down and held the other in both hooves. She gently lifted the pie out of its tin and slid her hooves to support the flat bottom crust that held the sweet cherry filling inside. She brought the pie an inch to Mocha’s face, the bloated pegasus struck with fierce speed that no pony would see coming from a mare her size. She took another bite, and another, and another, until half the pie was stored within her two cheeks that were twice their original chubby size. She chewed in ecstasy, her mouth too full to close all the way. The remaining half of the the pie dripped globs of filling onto Mocha’s rolling chest. She heaved down the load of pie through her esophagus and into the bottomless pit of her stomach. Chimie wasted no time in shoving the second half of the pie into Mocha’s mouth, as the mare greedily accepted it.
 
While she ate, Chimie went to work on cleaning Mocha’s messy chest. She leaned forward until her nose was barely touching the soft, plump mare, then she rolled her tongue out and licked up the sticky filling that clung to Mocha. Chimie gripped the sides of Mocha’s flab for support as she bobbed her head up and down the length of Mocha’s chest. For a brief moment Chimie was lost in pure bliss, inching her body closer and closer to lean against Mocha’s body, before she knew it she had her legs locked to either side of Mocha with her hooves pressing into her belly sides. Her grip held strong as she reached Mocha’s neck; she sucked on the flab, which felt like a wet kiss on a pair of soft plump lips.
 
“M—uurrrp—ore,” Mocha belched out, satisfied.
 
Chimie was eager to finish the last pie off; pulling herself away from the warmth of her lover for a few moments, she grabbed the blackberry pie and presented it before Mocha over her head. The mare dropped her heavy head down and splattered pie sauce. She pushed the pan down onto Chimie’s head and moved it lightly around as she chewed. Chimie heard all the sounds of her lover: the munching and crunching of crust, the disgusting smacks and splats of thick sugary sauce, all being grounded and mixed in the destructive power of her jaws. Chimie bit the bottom of her lip so hard she felt she would break the skin. She took a sharp inhale and held it as the pan continued to brush and tickle her crown. Mocha gulped and lifted her weight off the pan. She had finished off the last of Chimie’s pies.
 
Chimie smiled warmly. She cleared the bed of pie tins and crumbs in just two swipes of her hooves then stood up on her hind legs while leaning her body on Mocha’s and wrapping her forelegs around her thick neck. Chimie rubbed her nose against Mocha’s black stained muzzle; she had blackberry mixed in cherry and apple and the little bit of blueberry, making her face have more colors than ever before. Chimie pulled her head back to drink in the bedroom stare Mocha gave her. The face made Chimie melt inside. It was short lived, though, when a sudden loud churning and gut wrenching gurgle sounded from Mocha. Her face went white with a hint of pain. One of her ears folded, an eye winced, and she sucked in her bottom lip. The growls and gurgles grew louder while the gas inside moved through Mocha’s system. Her cheeks puffed out like balloons, all her freckles grew in size as her cheeks stretched out and held back the oncoming storm.
 
“BRRRRRWWWAAAARRRRRRRRP!!!” Mocha’s lips couldn’t hold on anymore and had released a supernova belch. The blast was like a strong wind hitting Chimie in the face and blowing her mane back.
 
Mocha smacked her lips. Her eyes started to droop heavily and close for a second, she shook herself wide awake then, blinking a few times and staring wide eyed at Chimie like she awoke from a nightmare. She dashed her eyes down around her before bringing her gaze back to Chimie. “I ate all four of those pies, didn’t I,” she said more as a matter of fact.
 
Chimie did a terrible job at suppressing a giggle. “You did. Or, the other you did, mhm.”
 
Mocha’s eyes drooped a bit. “You got something on your nose.” She pointed with her hoof, it lifted only so much with the bearing weight of her chunky leg fat.
 
Chimie’s smile brightened. “You should see your own face.” Chimie jumped off the bed and glided halfway to the bathroom. She grabbed a washcloth and wet it down under the sink. She flew the short distance back onto the bed with the wet cloth in mouth. She wiped the saucy face off, coating the clean cloth in sticky jams in no time. She folded the cloth and continued cleaning Mocha’s face with the clean side.
 
“I’m going to miss you when you fall into your deep sleep. It’ll be a long lonely winter.” Chimie’s ears dropped but still held her small smile.
 
“Mmh.” Mocha was cut off by Chimie wiping her lips clean. “I’m more worried how you’ll handle the store while I’m sleeping. I mean, who’s gonna take care of you?”
 
Chimie frowned and raised an eye. “And I thought you had more faith in me.” She sighed. “If it brings you any comfort, princess Twilight has offered to assist us in this time. She’ll have her assistant, Spike help me run the store.”
 
Mocha opened and closed her mouth. “What’s the catch?” she said sternly.
 
Chimie looked sheepish and nervous. She tried to hold a smile, but her eyes betrayed her. “Well, she did mention about routinely checking on you.” She bit her lip. “For, uh, keeping track of your body while you sleep. Like, weight sustain, body temperature, stuff like that.”
 
Mocha’s brow furrowed. “So I’m going to be subjected to Twilight’s experi—” Mocha was cut off by a strong yawn. She blinked a few times and didn’t bother to continue what she was saying. Chimie brushed her hoof under Mocha’s ear then gave her a kiss on her forehead.
 
“It’s time, Sweet,” Chimie said in almost a whisper. The mare hopped off the bed to grab the folded blanket on the floor. She took off in the air—unfolding the blanket and letting it fly open—and flew over the brown mass of pony to let the blanket fall and land gracefully over Mocha. Chimie got back up to caress her lover while she still was conscious.
 
“Just…” Mocha tried fighting a yawn back but utterly failing in doing so. “Make sure you lock up the place every night,” she said in a dreary tone, “and, and make sure that lizard doesn’t mess up our regulars special orders. Because if I find out *yawn* that he made us lose valuable customers I’m gonna make him into a new—” Mocha’s eyes struggled heavily to stay open under the power of sleep, “pair of… boots.” As she got the last word out her eyelids finally shut, and within a minute of listening to her long breaths, Mocha began to snore softly, each exhale came out calm and natural.
 
Chimie gave another smooch on Mocha’s fat freckled cheek, indulging herself by letting her kiss sink her muzzle in and surround her nose in the soft blubber. She snapped her head back to watch the fat decompress and fill the hole her nose made. The little action made Chimie’s heart skip a beat. “Sweet dreams, my sweet Sweet Mocha.”
 
*MOAN* *CRACK*
 
Chimie yelped as the bed fell before her, which she followed suit, as did the unconscious body of Mocha. Chimie hit the mattress then bounced off it and landed on her plot on the floor. She saw the beams of the bed had snapped off near the legs. Mocha slept soundly whilst her body jiggled and moved from the sudden drop.
 
“Huh, I was starting to wonder when that thing would give out.”
 
 
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Epilogue
 
Chimie laid rested up against a pillow and neatly tucked under her soft silk sheets upon her and Mocha’s brand new king size bed. After going through financial paperwork for the shop she took to one of her novels for a bit of bedtime reading. Meanwhile, in the bathroom she could hear the sink running and Mocha spitting.
 
After four cold months in hibernation, Mocha’s body fat had gradually declined nearing the end of winter until she was almost her normal size again when she awoken.
 
“I still can’t believe,” Mocha said with a mouth full of toothpaste, “that we made double in sales this winter because of that little dragon.” She spat in the sink and turned the faucet off.
 
“Well, when ‘Spike the Brave and Glorious’ is said to be helping out a small pegasus coffee shop, you’d be amazed at how many crystal ponies will travel to simply meet the guy.”
 
“Yeah. I’ve always found those ponies a little obsessive, and… well, and kinda dull headed.”
 
“First off, that is terrible to say, and second of all, even if they are a bit obsessive when it comes to their idols, they pay good. Now how about you quit hiding in the bathroom and come lay with me in our new bed.”
 
“Just. One. Second,” Mocha’s voice was tense and followed by grunts.
 
Chimie raised an eye. “Mocha, what are you doing in there?” She attempted to get a glimpse of the mare by leaning forward, failing as the door was mostly shut.
 
“Don’t get up! I-it’s a surprise.”
 
Chimie was even more confused than ever. As soon as Mocha slide the door open did it all make sense to Chimie. The phoenix mare gasped and went red in the face. Mocha leaned against the door frame on her hind legs, one foreleg hung over her head while the other hoof rested on her angled hip. Mocha still had a chubby sagging barrel that she could hide her hoof under and lift the flab up then let drop and ripple against her extra thick thighs. Her flanks still stored a wide load of fat and blubber, making her plot the biggest part of her body. The surprise Mocha mentioned was the green striped socks she wore on her rear legs. The fabric seemed to fit for the most part, although some of her thigh fat bulged out over the ends of them where they met the lower hindquarters. Mocha gave Chimie her best bedroom stare while toying the poor phoenix by giving her rounded flank a little jiggle with her hoof.
 
“Oh my.” Chimie’s wings twitched a few and expanded out but were folded back as Chimie caught on. “Um,” her whole face was cherry red. “When did you buy those?”
 
“Not too long ago. I wanted to show how much I appreciate the work you did while I was, eh, sleeping.” Mocha gave a sheepish smirk.
 
“Yes, well, I’ve always told you I could do more, but you’d never listen to me. You didn’t think I had it in me.” Chimie regained her composure and acted serious again.
 
Mocha raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to be like this all night?” she said. Mocha opened her wings and flew the short distance to her bed and landed in front of Chime with a bit of a drop that shook the bed. “Why do you think I’m doing this.”
 
Mocha walked over Chimie’s body. The phoenix mare threw her book off to the nightstand and shrunk as the coffee mare towered over her. The pegasus’s barrel sloshed lightly before Chimie’s eyes. Mocha dropped her plump rump down on Chimie’s thighs while her belly rested and squished into Chimie’s flat stomach. Mocha regained her dominance, but sealed it when she leaned her face up to Chimie and the mare’s strong composure trifled.
 
“I’m showing you how much I love the fact you can manage the store on your own. I find independent mares to be,” She leaned far enough to whisper in Chimie’s ear, ”sexy.”
 
Chimie’s eyes lit up, she stared up at Mocha’s seductive look, a surge of confidence took control of her hooves and she pulled them out from under the covers and directed them to reach around and grab Mocha’s juicy rear. Mocha looked surprised for a second, only to stare with a hungrier expression. With the patience expired on both their parts, the couple met lips and held them locked in place for a good while, savoring the moment as their hearts sped up. Chimie pulled her hoof back and smacked Mocha’s plot with a good resounding slap and jiggle. It caught Mocha off guard and made her blow hot air out her nose. She then pulled back using her hooves to curve her spin up; a single strand of spit connected the two. Their faces were blushed and worked up with hormones.
 
Mocha’s half opened mouth crooked into a smile, her chest puffed out and her barrel expanded with each breath she inhaled. “You’re going to be playing with my butt a lot more aren’t you?” Mocha clapped her ass, letting the ripples tickle Chimie’s hooves.
 
Chimie bit her lip. “Well, you have the perfect body for me. You’re gonna have a hard time getting my hooves off you.”
 
Mocha stretched her back out more, bending her arms and locking her hooves behind her neck. “You like a strong alpha mare like me to have a big tubby body, don’t yah? Hmph,” Mocha snorted with a smile. She then bent back down and rested her body against her lover’s, cradling Chimie’s head and neck close to hers. “If it’s a confident fatty you love, then maybe I’ll be keeping some of the weight.”
 
Chimie’s eyes glimmered. “There’s that sweet spot that I fell in love with.” Chimie kissed Mocha on the lips. “Can’t be named Sweet Mocha and not have a little sugar and fat in you.” Chimie giggled.
 
Mocha rolled her eyes. “Oh quiet you, or else I’ll sit on your face.”
 
“Do it.”
 
Mocha was taken back a little by the quick response. “Wait, seriously?”
 
“Do it. Do it now!” Chimie’s face did not show a hint of humor.
 
Mocha thought for a second and ultimately decided to play with the fantasy. She stood up and spun herself around until her wide gelatinous rear hung over her partner. She looked back with a tiny smirk and swayed her plot side to side. “You’ll wanna hold your breath,” she commented.
 
“Air isn’t going to get in my way of enjoying that ass!” Chimie said
 
“Your funeral.” Mocha plopped her rump down on Chimie without a second's hesitation. She watched as her brown butt spilled over and around the mare’s head, consuming it in her flabby fat trunk, dimples formed right in the middle of her stretched out cutie mark. Chimie groped and moaned in a deeply satisfied manner. Mocha smiled proudly and stretched herself out over her partner’s body and laid down on her belly. She shook and adjusted her butt.
 
“Spank me twice when you need air!” Mocha shouted back to Chimie.
 
Chimie squirmed under Mocha, adjusting herself for a better position. Mocha felt every inch of her partner move under her butt, she was starting to move her muzzle somewhere a little ways from the soft pillowy cheeks.
 
“Uh, Chimie? I thought you wanted—” Mocha gasped sharply. A sudden intense and sensitive feeling ran up her spin. Her eyes shrunk, mouth hung open, and face burned hot red.
 
“Oh Chimie!”