>You are Anon Pone
>Relatively new to Ponyville, you stand just outside the town market, frozen in your tracks and staring quizzically.
>As if in slow motion, a mare trots casually on her way in your direction.
>Her swirled pink mane gently bounces up and down, her hips sway back and forth, and her chubby flanks jiggle lightly with each hoofstep.
>It's Mrs. Cake, the town baker, looking downright sexy as usual.
>One extra thing catches your eye today though- her gut.
>It's a beautifully vibrant light blue, of course, but it hangs fairly low on her frame- about halfway down the length of her legs.
>Now, as Mrs. Cake is one of your regular sources of MILF eye candy in the town, you know her belly was not that big the last time you saw her.
>Which is why you can't take your eyes off of it.
>It even sways with a bit of heft as though something really substantial is inside.
>Could she be pregnant again? You think that there's no way she could be showing that much without word getting around the town.
>Maybe she had just had a huge meal? No, you think. That's way too excessive.
>As you rack your brain, you notice something- her hooves walking right at you.
>You look up and catch her right in her glaring pink eyes.
>Oh shi-
>"Can I help you, sir?"
>She asks with a clear undertone of accusation in her voice, no anger- yet.
>Every pony in town knew she was a married mare, and staring so brazenly at her was extremely impolite.
"I-I..."
>Mrs. Cake doesn't say a word, instead leaning in just a bit as if urging you to explain yourself.
>Your cheeks flush red, sizzling with a fiery intensity beyond what you felt that one time your crush rejected you in front of your entire school class.
>Think, Anon! Dammit. Don't spill your spaghetti.
>You quickly glance to the side, no other ponies appear concerned with either you or Mrs. Cake- or her belly, for that matter.
>You slowly turn back to the impatient mare.
"You... look... maybe... puh... pregnant?"
>You stammer through the sentence word-by-word.
>...Fuck.
>That wasn't what you wanted to say at-
>"Excuse me?"
>That was a much sharper tone.
>Almost shrill.
>That even got the attention of a few ponies around you.
>You can feel them staring hot laser beams directly into your face as they trot by.
"Uh... I mean... You look beautiful, sexy even!"
>"Did you just say- I'm married, you know..."
>Shit fuck.
"Mrs. Cake! I-I didn't mean anything by it, you're very, um... attractive. A-and, I just wanted to know if... if... you know..."
>"If what?"
>You weakly point at her stomach with one hoof, your eyes closing in shame as you consider running.
>"Oh... That *is* what you were staring at..."
>Mrs. Cake's tone of voice calmed immediately, almost like a purr.
>You wait an unusually long time waiting to be slapped in the face, but it doesn't come.
>You open one eye tentatively, and realize that you've been clenching your teeth.
>Mrs. Cake is still there, no one has called the cops.
>"What's your name, dear?"
"Anon...?"
>"Anon, Anon. You're new in town, aren't you?"
"I moved in two weeks ago, yeah...?"
>You're still wincing a bit, waiting for a hoof to collide with your snout.
>"Well, Anon. Ponies around here tend not to ask about my... curves."
>She leans in for a whisper.
>You gaze blankly past her, all the ponies staring at you have moved on with their lives.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend..."
>"Shh... I know that, dear. Do you... mm... like what you see?"
>Is this a trap?
>Maybe.
>Somehow everything about Mrs. Cake feels genuine, but this all seems so sudden.
>You think you might get emotional whiplash from this.
"Y-yes..."
>"Would you like to join me for 'lunch'?"
>She suppresses a giggle, you know exactly what that means.
"I... Yeah. Yes."
>Mrs. Cake leans back away from you and gives you a wink.
>"Follow me, then. It's not every day such a looker takes a keen interest in me."
>She trots past you with incredible confidence.
>You're left dumbstruck.
"Y-you too..."
>You turn to follow her.
>Dat butt.
>All that delicious booty.
>It bounces and jiggles and teases you relentlessly.
>Mrs. Cake's tail covers up all the good bits, but if you play your cards right, it's only a matter of time before your 'lunch date' escalates into something a lot sexier.
>If you had known she was this promiscuous, you would've buried your dick between those thick cheeks at the earliest possible convenience.
>Because damn, they were nice.
>After feasting your eyes on her rear end for what feels like ages, you look up and find yourself a few blocks away from when you first got distracted.
>There in front of you stood Sugarcube Corner.
>Now, something occurs to you that should've occurred a lot sooner.
>You watch Mrs. Cake's stunning butt wobble as she walks up the steps to the entrance.
>She goes inside and you follow close.
"Uh, Mrs. Cake..."
>You quiet down to a barely audible whisper.
"Are you and Mr. Cake, like, swingers?"
>"Oh, not at all, dear. I'm the one that gets to have all the fun, but he *really* likes it."
"He... just lets you have sex like that?"
>You both proceed up the stairs to the master bedroom, Mrs. Cake's bodacious bottom making it difficult to hold a conversation.
>"Oh, there's no *real* sex, dear. My pussy's off limits. You'll be going in a different hole from the one he likes to use..."
>With that, she reaches the top of the stairs and gives her ass a most enticing wiggle.
>Hot damn. This was really happening.
>"Ah, here he is now!"
>Mrs. Cake steps into the master bedroom to find her husband lying in bed reading a book on his day off.
>You see him as you glance over her shoulder.
>"I brought a 'friend', honey. You know the drill."
>Mr. Cake shuts his book and sets it down on his nightstand, sliding out of bed and onto his hooves.
>"Oh, what's his name?"
"I'm Anon. Good afternoon, Mr. Cake."
>You can't help but smirk, knowing that you're about to fuck this stallion's wife in his own bed.
>"No need for pleasantries, Anon. You and I both know what you're here for."
>He shoots his wife a smirk.
>"Yes, honey, now please, Anon and I are both in desperate need..."
>Mr. Cake turns to you and looks you over.
>"A word of advice, Anon. She's like a lioness in bed. If you're not careful, she'll eat you alive."
>The three of you share a hearty chuckle at that.
>"Take good care of her!"
>Mr. Cake calls at you as Mrs. Cake rushes past him and shuts the door, leaving you alone with her.
>"He'll go on about me all day if you let him. Now then, shall we?"
>You nod.
>Your boner is ready.
>Sauntering over to her bed, Mrs. Cake displays everything. She walks with a very deliberate gait, showing off the butt, the belly, and that seductive gaze.
>She leans her front hooves on the sheets, letting her hind hooves barely touch the carpeted floor with her rump in full view.
>Slowly, she lifts her tail, giving you the faintest glimpse of mare pussy and ponut before her tail smacks back down.
>She gives her fanny another wiggle.
>That's your cue.
>You approach her with caution, taking Mr. Cake's warning seriously.
>Everything's going good, you reach Mrs. Cake's healthy buttocks without issue.
>"Don't be shy..."
>Her voice is so soothing. It's all the encouragement you need.
>You plant both of your front hooves on her ass, and feel them sink into the plush flesh.
>It's so incredibly soft. Like two of the finest pillows you've ever felt.
>Rubbing your hooves in little circles, Mrs. Cake decides to have a little fun.
>"No touching in between..."
>She says in a sultry whisper, lifting her tail once again.
>A little trail of glistening wetness connects her slit to her tail before it drips off.
>You obey, rubbing her ass cheeks together and then spreading them apart as you watch her pussy and ass get smushed and then stretched from your motions.
>To your surprise, you manage to get a little moan out of her.
>Encouraged, you continue your teasing, staring directly at her dripping hot sex which you know you can't have- at least not today.
>Once more, she smacks her tail back down and you remove your hooves from her backside.
>"You wanted to know how my belly got so big, didn't you, dearie?"
"Yes... It's stunning."
>"Any guesses?"
>Mrs. Cake rolls over on the bed and holds her stomach with one hoof.
>You reach out and touch it, rubbing it much like you did to her butt.
>It's taut and clearly heavy, but with a little bit of padding.
"Not pregnancy... Eating?"
>"Eating? Yes, sweetie. I ate a lot... What do you think is in there?"
>What a tease.
>She pats the bed sheets next to her.
>You hop up on the bed where she patted, and lean in to get a closer look at her tummy.
>Mrs. Cake is an overweight mare, but you didn't think her capable of eating enough to stretch her stomach like that.
"No clue."
>"Well, dear... It was the last pony who asked about my belly."
>She says it flatly, no indication of humor.
>You crack a smile and glance up at her.
>She still looks serious.
"Oh yeah... I should've known."
>You chuckle again, no response.
"Seriously though, how much did you eat?"
>"A whole pony."
>She squeezes her belly and elicits an audible gurgle from it.
"Am I not getting the joke here...?"
>You gently rub at her stomach, still waiting for a real answer.
>"There's a reason ponies don't ask about my stomach, dear. They end up in it."
>You look at Mrs. Cake, clearly confused.
"There's no way you can eat a pony..."
>"Oh dearie, I'm afraid you're about to be proven wrong. Mr. Cake locked the door, and I'm quite hungry..."
>She licks her luscious lips and leans in towards you.
>You back away on instinct, nearly falling off the bed.
"L-look, I just wanted to have something casual. I just touched your ass, right? That's w-what you said."
>"You'll get much more acquainted with my ass on your way out..."
"Mrs. Cake! I-I'm not into any of this kinky shit. If you want me to go- I'll just-"
>Her predatory stare stops you mid-sentence.
>Your eyes lock onto hers.
>She's not joking.
>You stall long enough for Mrs. Cake to fall on you, pinning your body underneath her mass.
>You try to yell, but her weight forces the air from your lungs.
>All of a sudden, you're assaulted by a warm, slimy tongue.
>You shut your eyes, doing your best to lean away as Mrs. Cake slurps all over your face and muzzle.
"Puh... Please..."
>"Sorry, dearie. Nothing personal."
>You try your best to breathe in, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.
>Eyes wide, you can't help but watch Mrs. Cake open her jaw to reveal her dripping, fleshy mouth.
>You stare into its depths and realize that it's the last thing you'll ever see.
>Her long tongue curls under your chin and you panic as she covers your face with her massive maw.
>Everything's hot and wet. But mostly dark. Pitch black. You swear you smell cupcake frosting on her breath as you struggle to breathe it in.
>She lets her hefty body off of you just enough for you to breathe.
>You take in everything you can get, most of the air damp and humid towards the back of her throat.
>You thrash about and try to yell again, but she forces your snout right up against her slippery esophagus and you begin your descent.
>She was like a trained professional.
>Allowing you to expend all of your energy on hopeless squirming, she pushes you in the instant you stop to rest your tired limbs.
>You can tell this fight was over before it began.
>She's always one step ahead.
>Your muzzle presses flesh aside as you smoothly glide towards your destination.
>You feel your shoulders get thrust into the hot maw, then your chest and waist.
>The slide down her slick tunnel feels like it takes forever.
>Finally you feel the claustrophobic esophagus open up into something slightly more spacious.
>Her stomach.
>It's impossible to see anything in the dark, but you feel your face plop into a pool of stomach acid.
>You hear an intense gurgle all around you as her stomach welcomes its new occupant.
>You curl up in a ball as Mrs. Cake makes short work of your rump, your hindlegs, and finally your tail- which she slurps up like a noodle.
>The rest of your body catches up with you inside her belly.
>You feel around desperately, finding little soft, mushy chunks in the stomach acid.
>Whether those were chunks of cupcake or pony, it was hard to say.
>That would be you soon.
"Help! Let me out!"
>Your pleas are met with a resounding belch, which rattles everything around you and rings through your ears.
>"Honey! I took care of him! Oof..."
>Mrs. Cake's voice feels amplified several times from inside her.
>The stomach acid you're laying in starts to tingle urgently.
"Help!"
>You call out again, ending in a fit of coughing from the lack of air.
>You hear some faint thuds from the outside, then feel some pressure from a pair of hooves press down on you.
>"Oh, honey... He was so clueless..."
"Hey!"
>You hear kissing noises from above.
>Gravity shifts around you as Mrs. Cake gets pushed back onto the bed.
>"Oh, sweetie. Not so rough! My meal's still with us..."
>"He's going to make you so nice and plump..."
>You feel a rhythmic pounding from below.
>You can only imagine what that is.
>Mrs. Cake giggles girlishly, Mr. Cake grunts in tune with the pounding.
>Your skin goes numb to the stomach acid that sloshes all over you.
>Laying your head down, the pounding keeps you from passing out completely.
>You lie there gasping for air, increasingly unaware of the things that are going on around you.
>"What was his name?"
>"Anon."
>"Hey, Anon... You're going to look great as fat on my wife's ass and belly..."
>The thrusting gets more intense.
>Mrs. Cake moans loud.
>You're inclined to agree with Mr. Cake.
>Gradually, your consciousness fades.
>Tunnel vision creeps in, though you can't much tell because you can't see anything to begin with.
>Your eyes flutter shut, and you pass out.