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MLP: Hayburgers & Hardware (AnonXTwilight, Feeder, Fat, Clop)
By TheManFromAnotherTimeCreated: 18th December 2020 12:58:05 AM
- Hayburgers & Hardware
- Tags: AnonXTwilight, Feederism, Fat, Clop
- themanfromanothertime@gmail.com
- > "And I just don't understand how this could have happened..."
- "Mmm-hmmm"
- > You are Rarity, fashion pony, with a dozen pins in between your lips and a piece of chalk floating in the air as you try to deal with your current customer, Twilight Sparkle
- > The purple princess is standing on your costuming pedestal, wearing one of the formal ball gowns you made her a little while back
- > But instead of the fabric gathering nicely and flowing freely, it's stretched taut across her body
- > It's more than a little obvious that she's put on quite a bit of weight
- > You're chalking the seams where they need to be pulled apart, then pinning where they need to go instead
- > Luckily, you think you can salvage the dress.
- > Twilight puts her hoof up to her chin
- > "... I've been running a few magical experiments lately..."
- > This would be a lot easier if she would stop moving around
- > You try to speak with the pins still between your lips
- "Darwing, do wou wuppwose wou cwould-"
- > You fail to get her attention, and she stomps her hoof back down in excitement
- > "... Maybe one of my recent spells backfired and shrunk my clothes!"
- "Twiwight, dwon't wou wink-"
- > "... or even worse, what if I accidentally made myself giant-size! Oh no, that would be awful! Quickly, where's a measuring tape?!"
- > The purple alicorn casts her gaze around the room and, spying your measuring tape, seizes it in her magic
- > Whipping it over, she he twists her neck around and starts to clumsily measure herself, muttering mathematical formulas
- > You roll your eyes and sigh, then spit the pins back into their cup so that you can make yourself heard
- "Really, Twilight, you're blowing this all out of proportion"
- > She frowns
- > "Blowing this out of proportion? *I'm* out of proportion! This dress fit just two months ago!"
- > You adopt the detached, aloof air of a proper couturier
- "It certainly did, and very well if I do say so myself, but darling, please, you're not under any magic spell, you've just gained a little weight, that's all."
- > "But *how*? There's no rational explanation!"
- > Oh, yes there is, but you can't just come out and say it -- that would be a terrible faux pas.
- "Dearest, can't you think of *anything* that's changed between now and two months ago?"
- > "Well..."
- > She starts to ponder...
- > "... hmmm, no that's the same, ..."
- > "... err, well no, we still ..."
- > "... uh, except that wouldn't, uh... "
- > *sigh*
- "Has your diet changed, perhaps?"
- > "Well, no, I still have breakfast with Spike, on Mondays it's-"
- > She starts rattling off her entire weekly culinary itinerary, but she actually manages to skip over the *one* thing you know has changed
- > "-and every three Thursdays out of seven we have Caesar salad, but not if we've had casserole the immediate previous Wednesday-"
- > That's it, it's time for the Element of Generosity to be generous with the truth.
- "Twilight, what about Anon?"
- > She stops mid-sentence and stares blankly at you
- > "What about Anon?"
- > She still doesn't see it.
- "Haven't you been visiting his shop rather often?"
- > "Well, of course! He's been showing me all his interesting tools and machines! It's fascinating stuff; I think I've been there every single day since he opened up!"
- > Anon's shop was called "Hayburgers and Hardware".
- > The way he put it, if Ponyville could have a single store that sold quills and sofas, it could have one that sold both food and construction hardware.
- > Nails & screws didn't really go along with hayburgers & fries, but then again, neither did the aforementioned quills and sofas
- > 'At least my store's name got alliteration going for it', he'd joked
- > To his credit, he'd been making both sides of the business work very well
- "And haven't you been *eating* lunch there, despite your well-planned schedule?"
- > "I, uh... Well, I suppose I have."
- "Well, those hayburgers are hardly healthy, dear."
- > "But they're soooooo delicious! And, I *swear*, I always go in thinking 'No, I've had lunch, I don't need a cheese double hayburger with fries', but somehow Anon always talks me into having one..."
- > Suddenly embarrassed, she starts awkwardly scratching the back of her head
- > "... or two, or three.... I don't know how he does it."
- "You can hardly blame this on *him*, Twilight, unless he's actually forcing food down your throat."
- > "I suppose you're right. I hate to turn him down, though. He's so... friendly, I guess. Maybe it's a kind of magic?"
- > You chortle
- "Only if a charming personality is a spell."
- > Anon was an interesting specimen. Funny, witty, friendly, and with a lovely smile...
- > He wasn't really your type -- he liked to dress casually, and he wasn't terribly interested in *haute* *societé* -- but he was a bit of a flirt, so you'd had a few amusing back-and-forth conversations
- > Twilight interrupted your train of thought
- > "It's not like with Pinkie and sweets -- Anon doesn't gorge himself. It seems as if he just really likes making sure ponies get enough to eat."
- > You cover your mouth and start to giggle at that comment.
- "Making sure *mares* get enough to eat, perhaps."
- > "Huh?"
- > Oh, dear. She really does need it spelled out for her.
- > Adjusting the dress can wait; your friend needs help, first.
- > You shake your head and retire over to your sofa, lounging comfortably as you wave a hesitant Princess over
- "Oh, mon cheri, isn't it obvious?"
- > She joins you on the sofa, and as she sits you can see just how much her belly has grown, wrapped tightly by the silk dress
- > "No?"
- "He's a..."
- > How to put this delicately?
- "... Well, let's just say I think he... *enjoys* seeing mares with a healthy appetite."
- > Twilight tilts her head in confusion
- > "Enjoys... how?"
- "Well, it's a sort of..."
- > You grin awkwardly.
- "... fetish."
- > This is admittedly just speculation on your part
- > Well-founded speculation, to be sure, but it's not as if you have this from the colt's own mouth
- > "A *fetish*? I, uhhh-Sorry, Rarity, can you explain it a little better?"
- "Certainly, Twilight, but, please, realize that I'm fairly certain I'm correct, but I haven't heard this from Anon's own mouth, you understand?"
- > The Princess of Magic seems aghast
- > "You're only speculating? Rarity, I hope you're not spreading rumours!"
- > That put a bee right in your bonnet, so you snap at her in response
- "It's not a rumour! This isn't *gossip*, Twilight! I'm not going around telling everyone this!"
- > You manage to compose yourself again
- "I'm only telling you my extremely well-founded suspicion because it happens to be quite relevant at the moment. Now, look..."
- > You put your hooves out in front of you and start to explain
- > Twilight isn't completely ignorant of sexual matters, but this still feels a little like you're talking to a young filly.
- "Certain colts derive a certain kind of pleasure from watching a mare indulge herself. Some even like to *encourage* mares to do so. Such colts are particularly attracted to mares with a large appetite. The term for such colts is 'feeder', and the mares who indulge their passions are 'feedees'."
- > Your student/client isn't exactly slack-jawed and wide-eyed, but it's clear this is quite a revelation for her.
- > "And so these 'feeders'... *force* mares to eat?"
- "Force! Heavens, no -- not unless they're sick and twisted, and I don't have any reason to think that notre cher ami Anon is some kind of... 'force-feeder'."
- > The princess of magic seems to be dazed, and she gets a strange look on her face, turning away from you.
- "*All* I'm trying to say is that I'm fairly certain Anon is such a colt, so if you've been visiting him daily, and if he's been persistent in getting you to eat, well, that's just him exercising his rather particular tastes."
- > She just stares off. Did you break her?
- "And, incidentally, that's why your dress no longer fits. But I'm happy to fix it for you, so don't concern yourself about it. Though you should be a little more firm with Anon if you want to avoid him charming you into indulging in a second lunch."
- > Be Twilight
- > You came to Rarity's Boutique for a fixed dress, but instead you're getting hit by knowledge of a strange sexual fetish.
- > According to Rarity, Anon was a 'feeder'
- > All those times you'd gone and visited him, and he'd happily showed you his lathe, his forge, how he fashioned nails or screws or bolts
- > All those times he'd so clearly and eloquently explained so many interesting facts about construction and mechanics
- > All those times he'd cheerfully offered you one of his famous cheese double hayburgers, with a large fries
- > All of those lunch hours with the delicious, mouth-watering smell coming wafting over from Anon's grill
- > 'There you are! Wonderful day for a hayburger; what do you say?'
- > 'Can I tempt you with a new sauce that I'm *experimenting* with?'
- > 'Lunch hour is over and I've got this lovely batch of leftover fries going straight to the trash, unless you're interested?'
- > 'You're wasting away in that crystal tower, Twilight, have another one - I insist!'
- > 'I'm calling this one the Nightmare Mooburger -- It's got three kinds of cheese! Care to be my first customer?'
- > You'd said yes every time.
- > Reluctantly at first, but now it was almost like an addiction!
- > As a chef, Anon didn't have a very large and varied repertoire, but he was a masterful hayburger hawker
- > You had to admit, by now you were going over there for the burgers first and the hands-on engineering tutorials second
- > And as a natural result, you'd put on a lot of weight. Eighteen-and-a-half pounds, by your laboratory's hyper-accurate scale
- > Part of you had to sigh with relief: at least it wasn't some haywire magic spell or other disaster.
- > It was just your own apparent lack of self-control.
- > Case in point: just thinking about Anon's hayburgers and you'd already started salivating
- > You brushed a hoof against your mouth to wipe away the inadvertent slobber.
- > You look over at Rarity; she was still waiting on you with the same awkward smile a parent might wear when explaining where baby ponies come from to a foal
- "How certain are you about Anon's... fetish?"
- > Rarity tilted her head to one side and puckered her lower lip
- > "Ah, let's say... eighty percent? Perhaps even ninety? He's quite flirtatious, you know, and I've noticed he gets especially so when food is involved. And I know the type."
- > You cock an eyebrow
- "You do?"
- > "Yes, I belong to a little *ahem* social club. Among other activities, we often discuss such topics."
- > Oh, so she's met a few, then - and you had a pretty good idea where.
- "This social club wouldn't happen to be held in that basement room marked 'Private - No Admittance', would it?"
- > Rarity smirks and arches her eyes, the epitome of calm
- > "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
- > If only she had a little fan in her hoof, the picture of aloofness would be complete
- "All right. I think I understand things. Thank-you for spelling it out for me, Rarity."
- > "Any time, Twilight. Just leave the dress and I can get to work."
- > You get up and pull off the outfit
- > Rarity takes it from you, but there's a look of genuine concern on her face.
- > "Might I inquire what you're planning to do about Anon? Oh, and please understand I didn't mean to disparage his character. I think he's a perfectly charming colt."
- "I'm not sure, yet."
- > You smile awkwardly
- "I suppose, whatever I decide to do, I'll probably be back in a couple of months to have that dress altered once again?"
- > She titters along with you
- > "Haha! Of course, darling! I am always happy to make sure Ponyville's Princess looks her very best! *Mwah*!"
- > You left Rarity's boutique minus one less dress in your saddlebag and plus one big question in your head
- > What to do about Anon?
- > At least he seemed to have Rarity's general approval, so it's not as if he was some kind of... sexual predator
- > And she'd made it clear that what you decided to do with your own body was up to you.
- > As for his particular sexual tastes, well...
- > ... there might just be a book about this you could look up later, in the library...
- > A Survey of Sexual Fetishes in Earth Ponies Aged 18-65
- > It wasn't a book after all, but it *was* a very scholarly article in the Journal of Psychoponology
- > Well, with such a fine work, how could you do anything but read the whole thing?
- > That might have been a mistake, even for a speedy reader like you, considering the article was over two *hundred* pages long
- > Who knew there were so many different kinds of sexual fantasies!
- > A few felt genuinely revolting, but most were simply confusing -- did ponies really get off on these things?
- > I mean, *licking* *hooves*? Colt-domination? *Diapers*? Fillies and foals?!?
- > Well, there were a lot of ponies, you supposed.
- > The authors had conducted interviews, surveys, statistical analyses and counter-analyses
- > As the hour grew late, your head started to swim with numbers and words
- > It was long past bedtime when you were finally done with the article and, more importantly, felt able to take a step back and think about how the facts in the journal applied to *you*.
- > But on that subject, you found yourself drawing a complete blank.
- > There was also the additional fact that Anon was *not* an Earth Pony
- > Might as well sleep on it
- > You settled in to bed, but your mind kept racing
- > So Anon was a feeder -- and, armed with the scientific knowledge from the article, you could see it for yourself
- > Looking back, it was all so obvious now
- > The way he would not just give you food, but join you at the table while you ate
- > When he was working or explaining things, he might get distracted by goings-on around him
- > But while you were eating a hayburger, then you had his full and undivided attention
- > It hadn't felt creepy at the time, and it still didn't in retrospect.
- > He'd been nothing but polite, usually engaging in light conversation.
- > He'd just been... interested.
- > *Very* interested
- > And when you'd agreed to have a second, or even a third...
- > Yes, he'd been hanging on your every bite, hadn't he?
- > And if you didn't go for the extra helping, he'd even pout a bit!
- > But when you did, he'd accommodated your every need
- > Extra napkins to wipe your face? Another drink to wash it down? Never a problem for Princes Twilight when she's at 'Hayburgers and Hardware'
- > He'd even laughed and fanned you with the menu when you complained of the heat today.
- > ... while you were downing your third hayburger
- > Come to think of it, he'd praised you when you managed to finish the huge meal!
- > And when you'd felt too bloated to waddle into his workshop for another lesson in steel metallurgy, he'd even chuckled and offered to pick you up and carry you!
- > Always with a pleasant smile on his face
- > And you'd agreed, eager to just get out of the beating sun!
- > He'd slung you over his shoulder, lifting you around the torso with those surprisingly strong hands of his...
- > Lying in bed, you licked your lips
- > Those were some delicious hayburgers today, weren't they?
- > They'd been grilled *just* right - seared on the outside and juicy on the inside
- > Always a fresh bun, lightly toasted with sesame or poppy seeds
- > Cheese decadently oozing out between the layers
- > A little mayonnaise, a little ketchup, a little mustard
- > Garnished with a farm-fresh tomato slice and a crisp cold lettuce leaf
- > Turning over, you bit your lower lip
- > Fries fresh out the burbling, crackling oil
- > Salty, greasy goodness, all of it
- > There was something particularly satisfying about it, wasn't there?
- > Not just the delight of eating, but the bliss of being full
- > You remember the way you had felt bloated and heavy, but content
- > You started to feel unusually warm underneath the bedsheets
- > Earlier, when Anon had picked you up, he'd been careful to grip you by your chest rather than your painfully packed paunch
- > But now you started to imagine him running his fingers delicately over your belly
- > Rubbing, caressing, teasing and lightly squeezing
- > Is that what he was really into? The book had said he might be. It was a related fetish
- > But you felt empty, now
- > You'd had dinner earlier tonight, of course, but you hadn't stuffed yourself
- > What if Anon had been there?
- > Would he have encouraged you to have seconds? Even thirds?
- > How full would you have allowed him to make you?
- > Your breathing became heavy just thinking about it
- > He'd fostered your hayburger 'addiction'
- > If only he knew about your sweet tooth, too.
- > What if he'd suggested a dessert after those three burgers and that enormous plate of fries?
- > Despite your fullness, would you have been able to say no?
- > What if he'd shown up at your palace in the evening, a box of pastries from Sugarcube Corner under his arm?
- > Would you have answered the door with a smile on your face?
- > Or instead a hungry grin?
- > What if he was here right now?
- > You reach a hoof down beneath your legs as the fantasy starts to materialize in your mind
- > You're lounging sideways on the divan
- > Anon is sitting on the ground, facing you
- > Hovering in the air, surrounded by a purple aura, is a hayburger
- > Five empty plates are stacked on the table beside you
- "Anon, I'm full"
- > "Come on, Twilight, I bet you can finish one more."
- > Your belly aches, gurgling away at the other four meals inside of you
- "No, my tummy is completely stuffed."
- > Your breathing is laboured, but you're deliberately pouting. You can eat the burger, you know you can.
- > But you want him to work for it
- > As if reading your mind, he reaches one hand up and starts to caress your bloated abdomen
- > His fingers delicately trace along your fur
- > They skip over a little hill where a roll of fat has started to form, and then he comes back and gently squeezes it
- > It feels wonderful
- "Mmmmm"
- > "Let me give you a hand."
- > You let him rub you for a little while longer before you answer
- "Okay"
- > He reaches up and grabs the burger in mid-air. You release your magic hold on it and roll onto your back
- > Anon gets up on his knees and bends over you
- > Your mouth hangs just barely open, as if you don't want the proffered meal
- > But you do
- > Oh, Celestia, how you do
- > But you want to feel him *make* you want it.
- > "You've got to open wider than that. It's a big burger."
- > You squirm your hips, grinding your legs together
- "I don't know if it'll fit."
- > His hand squeezes and softly jiggles your belly
- > With even just this little bit of stimulation, it wobbles back and forth of its own accord
- > "It'll fit. You're a big little pony."
- > As he lowers the hayburger, you close your eyes and open your mouth
- > You take one bite, then another, then another
- > In just a few seconds, it's all gone
- > But some of its grease and cheese are still on Anon's hand
- > Opening your eyes, you look up at Anon while you suck on each of his fingers in turn
- > There's such a mix of emotions on his face: excitement, awe, ...and lust
- > You lick your lips
- > Your gut burbles contentedly
- "My belly is still hungry"
- > Now both of his hands are attending to your body
- > "I don't have any more food, Twilight. You ate it all up."
- > He bends over and starts to kiss your tummy
- "I need more. I'm not full yet."
- > You plead as if helpless, but you place one hoof on Anon's head, holding it against your belly, while the other wanders over to his body
- > There's a stiff sausage underneath his pants
- > The next course
- > And you've got such a wet place to put it
- > As Anon slowly rolls you over onto your chest, you see him place one final platter down in front of your
- > It's four enormous cupcakes, already unwrapped
- > Behind you, you can hear him undress
- > Greedily, you reach out and pull the plate towards you
- > The first bite of dessert is already in your mouth when you feel Anon grab your hips and start to push into you
- > "I need you to finish that plate, Twilight."
- > Your reply is muffled by your stuffed cheeks
- "I don't know if I can. There's so many of them. My belly's not big enough... yet."
- > He grunts as he wraps his arms around you, taking it slowly at first
- > "Your belly is fantastic."
- > Another cupcake disappears inside of you
- "It needs to be so much *bigger*."
- > You hear him grunt behind you
- > "Goddamn."
- > He quickens his pace
- > He's starting to lose his composure
- > So are you. The third cupcake languishes halfway inside your mouth as you moan through it
- > The fetish is starting to disintegrate in the fires of sexual passion, and your belly is starting to be painfully tossed by his energetic pounding
- > It hurts, but it feels so good
- > You clench shut your eyes, breathing quickly through your nose
- > You're stuffed all over
- > "Finish *ngh* the cupcake for me... *huff* Please, Twilight..."
- > Now he's the one pleading, but he's not faking it
- > He *needs* you to finish or else he won't
- > You chew it once, twice.
- > It's a little difficult to focus on eating while Anon is rutting the Tartarus out of you
- > You tilt your head back, and Anon reaches out a hand, stroking the back of your neck
- > The third cupcake is now inside of you
- > "The last one, please. I'm so close."
- > It almost feels like his member is swollen up with the desperation to explode
- > But you're not quite done yet
- > He just needs a little more encouragement
- "I'm saving that--NGGGH--one for dessert."
- > With a sudden fury, his hands move to seize your hips, and he lifts you up just that final inch
- > He pounds into you
- > The angle is just right
- > The depth is just right
- > The feeling is just right
- > Everything is just right
- "Agnhhh! Agnnnhhh! AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
- > With your final ecstatic moan, you glomp down on the cupcake and finish it in a single bite
- > "Nghhhhh!"
- > A loud groan behind you signals the creamy explosion inside of you
- > The fantasy is over
- > You're back in bed, alone
- > Except now the sheets are wet
- > Panting and sweating, you are a dishevelled, flustered Princess of Friendship
- > You stagger to your hooves and slowly trot off to the bathroom for a glass of water
- > And maybe a quick sponging
- > That was probably the hottest, wettest fantasy you've ever had
- > So, apparently, you are very much into the idea of this fetish
- > The question was how into it -- and how into *you* -- Anon really was
- > Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you knew what you had to do
- > You had a hypothesis
- > Starting tomorrow, it was time to test it.
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