Title:           Waifu house
Author:          fetish-the-menace
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First Edit:      Sunday 30th of August 2015 11:31:59 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 1st of September 2015 07:02:27 PM CDT

You’ve eaten nothing but junk food and takeout from a few of your favorite fast food restaurants for two months. There’s just always something new for you to try and shove down your gullet hole, and you don’t have any regrets. Quite the contrary, you indulge in it for one reason only, you don’t gain any of the greasy fatty lard from it.
 
Ever since that spell was cast on you and your waifu, you’ve been able to eat whatever you want, and your waifu would gain the side effects. Despite her being a vegetarian, and ever since the spell was cast, has since stopped eating sweets, she still continues to grow immensely due to your eating habits.
 
She has grown three times her original weight, she’s worried that she’ll soon be getting stuck between the doors if you keep it up. But you hate dieting, and there is one thing from all of this that she does enjoy. Since you no longer gain any bad effects from what you eat, it has made exercising for you much more effective. She’d agreed to not complain if you went through an exercise program, which you accepted. You’ve grown to like the feeling of being stronger, it has also made it easier to pick up your waifu, and sometimes use her as weights; the best part is that it has allowed you to last much longer in the bedroom.
 
The spell has made you and your waifu closer than ever, both of you adoring each others body. However, while your gain was becoming slower, hers continued to grow, and you love her till the day she became immobile. Everyday you move her around the house, and carry her through town on the back of her wagon, pushing you to the limits of your muscles. Your love for her fat prevails you to go forward, and she admires it.
 
Finally the day came where she was too big for you to even move her from the bed, but at that point she WAS your bed. You’d spend almost every waking moment with her, you’d bathe her and feed her, and giving her a full body massage that would last for hours. However, all the love and pamper in the world wasn’t enough. She grew sad, lonely, and disgusted with herself.
 
You try to cheer her up by offering one of your sugary treats. She swallows it whole, and asks for more. Now you both eat like hogs, which only increased her gain twice as fast, but neither of you cared. She finally filled the whole room from every corner of your bedroom. It was the worst time for both of you, because now you couldn’t make love to her. You both ate as much as both your stomachs could handle, shoving handfuls of food in her mouth through the doorway.
 
Over a month of no love making was simply torture for you both, but as soon as the walls gave out and her fat spread out through the house, you jumped on top of her and didn’t stop until the sun rose again. Now she wasn’t depressed anymore, but she egged you on to keep feeding her fatty foods, which you obliged. Your waifu became half of the house, consuming the kitchen, making dinning out and fast food your main source of eating. You’d drive many lengths just to try something new for you both. You soon came to the same predicament as the bedroom when your waifu reached every corner of your house. Fat oozed out from every door and window like putty, dripping with sweat. You ordered a tanker truck to carry a tank of lard to your house/waifu.
 
You weren’t waiting a whole month for her to break down your house. Instead you’d stuff her with lard and get it all over with. You forced your with through the fat in the doorway, and was pushed to the wall by your waifu’s fat. Your training made it easier to climb up her fat, her sweat support you as you squeezed your self up between the wall and fat. You found the small fat mounds that were your waif’s chins, and blob cheeks were visible to you. You pushed yourself forward, and reached her face. You place the tube in her mouth and call out to the drive to start the pump. You quickly place a tube in your own mouth and smiled at her.
 
Your mouths were stuffed with the fatty lard as it made its way down your throats with or without permission. It was weird feeling so full but not bloated or stuffed. You felt like you were at your limit, but with no fat staying in your body you could keep chugging it down no problem. Soon the walls felt tighter as she expanded, but you dealt with it. You’d both deal with it together. Finally the moans and creaks started to become rapid, and slowly the walls gave out, and the house fell apart around you both. You didn’t tell the driver to stop, you waited until the whole tank was emptied just to see how much bigger she’d get. She not only covered all the remains of your house, but her fat started to fill the surface of the hilltop your house was built on, looking like a giant cherry on top of a hilltop.
 
Your waifu was happier than ever. She was finally free from the prison she called a home, and she could socialize with ponies again, as many came to the hilltop to she the world’s largest mare. She was officially awarded the title, and became a tourist attraction. Some ponies would offer her treats just to help her total weight grow. You never built another house, your waifu was all the home you needed. And you two were happy once again.