Title:           Reservations (Lyra x bon bon)
Author:          fetish-the-menace
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/feajhVhS
First Edit:      Sunday 30th of August 2015 11:50:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 1st of September 2015 07:01:41 PM CDT

"Lyra, are you coming!?" Bon Bon said in a loud and annoyed tone. Not wanting to wait another second she storms into the living room to see her mare friend slouch back on the couch with a book resting on her globe of a belly that sagged just half a foot from the floor.
 
"Are you going to lay on that damn couch and miss our reservations?"
 
Lyra looked up from her book, her face full and round with huge dimples forming when she smiled. "I'm sorry, Bon Bon. Just got caught up in my book." She dropped the book off the one half of the couch that wasn't consumed by her rump. With a huff Lyra pushed forward, but barely moved. She tried again, her face blushing with frustration and sweat.
 
Bon Bon rolled her eyes and went over to help her partner. Lyra extended her flabby hooves forward, and Bon Bon took a firm grip and pulled all her weight back, pushing her legs to their limit. It took a few tries, but the momentum finally got Lyra to tilt forward and land on all fours. The floorboards creaked from her impact, and her belly bounced off the ground and rippled. Lyra gave the side of her belly a comforting pat, and gave Bon Bon a look of both lust and pride.
 
“If you’re done making googly eyes at me, we have reservations to entende, and I refuse for our seats to be taking because of you!” Bon Bon said with anticipation in her tone.
 
Lyra gave her a sleazy smirk. “Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be excited to eat? Why do I have the feeling you have some hidden agenda with this sudden reservation? It’s been quite awhile since I’ve last been out of the house.” Lyra moved ahead of Bon Bon, swaying her hips, her gigantic plot sloshing like big sacks of jello.
 
Bon Bon swallowed hard, feeling a bed of sweat form over her forehead. She shook her sense back into place and gave a huff. She went up to the door and opened it for Lyra. She gave her lover a nod of recognition before squeezing her blobbery form past the door frames, only to get stuck at her hips. With a huff, Lyra pushed herself forward, succeeding in only getting herself stuck even more, causing the door frames to groan. This whole scene played out in front of Bon Bon’s vision, and it took her much willpower to keep her composure. Lyra didn’t help by turn back at her and giving her the most seductive grin she could muster.
 
“Are you going to help me, or are we going to have our lunch between the doorway?” she said with a lustful tone. “Because I was looking forward to what you had planned for me.”
 
Bon Bon knew that Lyra was playing with her, which made her blush. She hesitantly placed her hooves on Lyra’s massive cheeks, and pushed forward, sending at least one quarter of her hooves deep within her thick fat. The feeling of descent sent chills throughout Bon Bon’s body, and she let out a silent gasp as her lower bits quivered with temptation.
 
“Not yet,” she whispered to herself. “Soon.”
 
She put more pressure in her hooves, and slowly but surely, Lyra’s wide rump was squeezing its way past the doorframe. Eventually her plot popped out and jiggled madly with the pressure finally off. Bon Bon fell forward right into Lyra’s creak, her vision went blank and her face felt much warmer. Bon Bon’s muscles tensed up, her mind drawing a blank as her blood boiled. Bon Bon wanted to do nothing but garb on each cheek and squeeze tight to mush her face with pure butt fat. However she forced herself from experiencing such pleasure, it was not the plan, and she would not be persuaded by Lyra’s teases. Reluctantly, she pushed herself back into the light of day. She regained her composure, despite the smirk she got from Lyra.
 
“Move your fat ass.” Bon Bon smacked one of Lyra’s cheeks hard and watched it ripple.
 
Lyra giggled, and started moving with Bon Bon staying behind to enjoy the view. Everypony the they passed stopped in whatever they were doing to look at Lyra with eyes gaping and mouths dropped. Mares looked ready to hurl at Lyra’s form, stallions looked on in disgust, except for that one human Anon; he just gave Lyra a thumbs up for some reason. Everypony was judging her Lyra, disapproving her transformation, but neither of them cared. For Lyra, she continued to show off her fatty form by swaying her hips and letting her belly swing side to side. Bon Bon didn’t care what they think of her, in fact, it was kind of a relief that they disapproved. It meant that she was less appealing to the general public, leaving Lyra all to herself, but she kept her eyes peeled on that Anon guy.
 
The restaurant was up head, and Bon Bon took the lead to meet the hostess. “Hello. We have reservations under Sweetie Drops.”
 
The hostess continued to stare unfazed by the massive mare standing right behind Bonbon. “Yes, right this way, madam.”
 
“Using your old name for reservations? What do you got planned that I don’t know about?” Lyra said jokingly.
 
Bon Bon was quiet as they followed their hostess into the dimly lit restaurant, not many ponies payed attention to the couple as they were escorted into a private room just for themselves. Lyra gave a little gasp when they first entered, it made Bon Bon grin with exasperation.
 
Presented to them was a whole second dining room with all the tables and chairs moved to the sides of the room except for one large table that was eighteen feet long, and decorated with all kinds of rich delicious foods; much of it looked pretty fattening and high in calorie. One look on Lyra’s face said everything for Bon Bon. The stunned expression on her fat face was priceless, and the sliver of drool that leaked from the side of her lips was just icing on the cake.
 
“No… words can describe this,” Lyra stammered as her eyes watered with tears of joy. Her massive stomach growled loud and proud, it grumbled so strongly that the surface of her belly rippled like water.
 
Bon Bon grinned from ear to ear. “Are you hungry?”
 
Lyra’s eyes shot at her as if she said something crazy, nevertheless, she shook her head as much as she could, despite the lack of a neck.
 
Bon Bon giggled, then escorted her lover over to the table where one chair was set up for one particular mare. Lyra eagerly took her seat, the chair crying out in stress from her weight, her flanks spilled over the sides of her seat. Bon Bon stood next to her lover, she waited for the hostess to leave them alone before she started to rub Lyra’s bulging belly.
 
“Oh, Bon Bon. Th-this is more than I could’ve imagined.” Lyra allowed her drool to pour down her chins like a little foal on her booster seat.
 
Bon Bon smiled to herself. She picked up the first plate of heybugers and brought them right under Lyra’s noes. Lyra tried grabbing one in her mouth, but failed in her measly attempt at tilting her head forward. Bonbon giggled at her attempt. She picked up a burger and waved it in Lyra’s face.
 
“You want it?” she asked, knowing what the answer already was, but she wanted to she Lyra plead, to see the desperation in her eyes. The thought of all of her control lost to her appetite was more than she could handle herself.
 
As soon as Lyra shook her head and her blubbery folds jiggled, Bon Bon shoved the whole burger in her mouth, grease and ketchup smeared her cheeks and nose. Lyra gaged from the sudden force, but managed to swallow it, no problem. Lyra licked her face up as much as she could, then looked at Bon Bon with eagerness, her hooves kicked wildly as they dangled over the chair. She got her face stuffed again with greasy food, and she didn’t have to wait for another as it came right into her mouth just after she had finished swallowing the last one. Bon Bon was letting herself enjoy the stuffing much more than she had hoped.
 
Lyra finished off the plate of burgers, her face dripping red like she had just eating an animal. She leaned back in her groaning seat and gave her own moan of pleasure. Suddenly her belly started to gurgle, more unusual than normally. In fact she felt more bloated after just that one helping of burgers. She clawed at her loud stomach, her body breaking into a sweat, and just slight, her belly could be seen growing outwards. Though Lyra didn’t know it, she certainly felt the expanded room in her stomach, which helped release some trapped gas in her.
 
“BUURRRRPH!”
 
Bon Bon couldn’t believe her eyes. “It worked!” she whispered to herself. She had dug into her private bank account from her former life to afford this special meal. Not only was it all magically enhanced to increase the pony’s appetite, it also included a mixed potion that sped up the pony’s digestive track, which made fattening up much more quick.
 
Bon Bon was tired of waiting for her somepony to gain another hundred pounds in the span of almost a year. She wanted more. She wanted big, really big. She would get what she wanted. She picked up two more plates of deep fried foods, and stuffed as much into Lyra’s mouth; her already fat cheeks were stuffed and full like chipmunks, and she gulped it all down in a slow process.
 
Lyra caught her breath, she looked at Bon Bon with hesitation before she was once again stuffed to the brim with food. Bon Bon sent food flying relentlessly into Lyra’s maw, at most half of it spilled from the sides of her face and down her flabs of chin.
 
“I want you big. I want you fat! I want you to be all MINE!” Bon Bon’s sense of self-control was loosened, and her dominate side kicked into full gear, pushing in as much food as she could possibly shove, as Lyra did her best to take in the food that was spilling down her body. Once again the unusual gurgles erupted within Lyra’s belly, and this time it wasn’t just her stomach to expand, but her hips and ass grew thicker with excessive speeds. The chair made it’s last creaks before its handles snapped off, the backrest torn off, and the legs given up and dropped the massive pony to the floor with a big boom. Lyra’s form jiggled like a jelly pony, and Bon Bon held on for dear life right on top of her belly like she was in a wave pool.
 
Lyra let loose an uncontrollable belch so strong she could’ve sworn she busted a lung. She rolled her tongue out as she panted and sweated profusely. Her legs spread wide and squished by the sides of her belly, fat spilled over her hooves. Lyra felt her flanks jiggle against the middle of her back, and she released a long winded fart from her massive boulders.
 
“Oh sweet Celestia, that felt good!” Lyra sighed.
 
Bon Bon rubbed her lover’s belly some more before sliding down her sweaty coat and inspecting the glossy rump that rested over the remains of Lyra’s seat. Lyra had reached morbidly obesity, almost to the extent of immobile. Bon Bon stood on her hind legs and spread her front hooves out wide, then allowed her body to fall forward into the mass of sweaty fat with a loud smack. She shuddered at the exhilaration of sinking into her lover’s blobber. She slowly began thrusting her hips back and forth, followed by small moans and grunts.
 
Each thrust sent a ripple across the large mass. Bon Bon’s cries only became stronger, while Lyra was levitating more food into her mouth; her body expanding little by little as she ate.
 
Bon Bon, half immersed in sweaty fat, was dripping with her own heated sweat. Her marehood leaking its juices on Lyra as it gave wet kisses to the green flab. She latched her hind legs against the blob butt and bounced in a small rotation as she humped.
 
“Yes! Oh yes! I want you! I want your fat! I want to be weighed down by mounds of lard!”
 
Lyra choked down the last bit of food from what Bon Bon had said. She looked at all the food she had left, but thought about the mare who was plowing one of her butt cheeks. An evil grin formed, and she stuffed her face one last time before her horn glowed.
 
Bon Bon didn’t realize she was being lifted by Lyra’s telekinesis until she was humping air. Bon Bon snapped out of her trance and kicked restlessly. “Lyra! W-what are you doing?!”
 
“You said you wanted my fat?” Lyra smacked on a cupcake and gave Bon Bon a smirk.
 
“No… NO! Y-You can’t! I-I can’t be fat! You don’t unders—” Bon Bon’s mouth was forced open as lime-green magic poured down her throat, forcefully. The hairs on Bonbon’s neck stood up as she felt herself slowly bloat from inside. She was horrified at the sight of her belly growing outwards, yet a deep and old sense of lust crawled from the depths of her mind; a sense she hadn’t felt in a long time. With trembling hooves, Bon Bon wrapped them around her belly and felt a rush of pleasure tickle her marehood as her belly pushed itself against her arms. Her eyelids drooped and a deep moan escaped her as she felt her limbs, neck, and face expand.
 
As Bon Bon grew bigger, Lyra began to lose some of her extra weight she had gained. Once Bon Bon had grown an impressive amount of fat Lyra stopped the flow of magic, and gently placed the tub pony right on top of the wet spot that formed from Bon Bon’s leaking marehood.
 
The pony was almost unidentifiable what with the neck roll, double chin, and over two hundreds extra pounds spread out nicely across her whole body.
 
Lyra managed to lift herself up after the sudden weight loss, and waddled over to Bon Bon with her wide blot swinging wildly back and forth. The look on Bon Bon’s face confirmed Lyra’s assumptions. Bon Bon rubbed her hooves all across her fatty chest, and jiggled her bulging belly. She looked up at Lyra with pure bliss. “Oh, Lyra. I’ve wanted this sooooo much! But… but my parents had put me under strict dieting and even forced me into fat camp!” She whimpered with the memories flowing through her mind again.
 
Lyra lifts her sagging belly and plops it on top of Bon Bon’s chest. “You poor little thing. And you’ve been using me to live out your dream.” Lyra levitated over a few cakes. “But your parents aren’t here to boss you around anymore. Just you and me.” Without another word she pushed a cake in Bon Bon’s opened mouth.
 
The first taste of the sweet moist cake brought out a loud moan from the earth pony, and she took it in great amounts; chewing and swallowing the sweet tastes she had been brainwashed into avoiding her life. She devoured the first cake, and Lyra wasted no time in feeder her the next one. While that was going on, Bon Bon’s body was taking in the magical effects in the food that slowly expanded her form. Unlike Lyra who was more used to this type of food, Bon Bon’s stomach was have trouble cooping with the new surgery and fattening food. Bon Bon payed no mind to the increasing sounds and pressure coming from her belly.
 
Bon Bon grew close to Lyra’s size, but was more spread out while Lyra was more bottom heavy, however, Bon Bon was already surpassing Lyra's weight. Neck rolls began to devour Bon Bon’s head, her ass reaching a quarter of the length of the dining table; and Lyra was now resting comfortably on her lover's massive belly.
 
“More. Mph. MORE!” Bon Bon’s dominant attitude returned, but was demanding more food rather than delivering it.
 
Bon Bon’s body could not handle the vast quantity, leading to her body to sweat massively, and something more. As food and more food came flying through her mouth, her stomach couldn’t handle it all and worked overtime to release it in anyway it could. With a quacking gurgle, the pressure inside Bon Bon rocketed out of her asshole and sounded a fart that could have been taken as a bomb going off. Her giant cheeks vibrated and shook with a thousand ripples. Bon Bon silently screamed as she reached climax with her ass acting like a vibrater. After a good twenty seconds her stomach had finally calmed down.
 
Bon Bon let out a belch of relief and stared at her—now smaller—lover. Tears started forming in her eyes, and her smile made large dimples. Lyra rubbed some chocolate off of Bon Bon’s chest and gave it a good like off her hoof. She began cleaning Bon Bon’s coat with her tongue like a cat cleans her kittens. She licked up all the leftovers and stains on her massive face, until she got to her lips and locked them with her own.
 
They parted, only a strand of saliva keeping them connected. They breathed heavily with the lust of food and fat on their minds. Lyra levitated another snack over. “Let’s split it,” she said.
 
“No! I want it all! I-I want you to be the feeder now!” Bon Bon whimpered.
 
Lyra looked concerned. “Bon Bon, I like being big and fat, too! I love it when you fed me and pampered me…” The more Lyra thought about it, the more she felt saddened that, despite getting her own big lover, she wouldn’t be treated with the same love and care that thin Bon Bon gave her.
 
Bon Bon’s lips quivered. “But I don’t want to give up all this! What are we going to do?!”
 
Lyra thought about it for a moment, then quickly came to a conclusion that brought a smile upon her face. “I know! We’ll have someone else become both our feeders!”
 
Bon Bon raised an eyebrow. “But who would be interested in feeding us, and cleaning, and pampering us?”
 
Lyra’s smile grew wider. “Anon.”
 
Bon Bon was shocked by Lyra’s response, but slowly the idea went into her favor.