Pinkie Party Pounding

 

Pinkie Pie was always a delight. The biggest smiles, the biggest laughter...and always the biggest belly. You watched as she reared up on her hind legs and squished her chubby tummy into the counter, making you squirm as her soft gut molded and spread along the table. “Did you forget your lunch again? I swear, this is like, the third time this week!”

 

The bubbly mare reached behind the counter and grabbed a stray cupcake. Before you knew it, the entire thing was stuffed in her mouth and already falling into her tummy. You had to resist biting your lip as Pinkie let out a tiny belch of content.

 

“Yea, you know me. Can't keep track of anything.” You watched as Pinkie grabbed another cupcake. “At least you work in a bakery. Lunch is easy to get.”

 

“Oh you don't know the half of it, Anon. This isn't even my lunch!” Pinkie giggled as she grabbed one last cupcake and stuffed it in her mouth. “These were just rejects that customers didn't want. I go to lunch in an hour.”

 

Pinkie set your usual muffins on the counter as you offered her a few bits. “Dang? Mister Cake doesn't get mad that you eat them?”

 

“Nah, says it's better this way. We don't get wild critters roaming around the trash cans that way. I even try to give stuff out for free at the end of the night but ponies want freshly baked treats. Can you believe that? FREE FOOD and yet they turn it down.”

 

Pinkie shrugged as she pulled herself away from the counter, letting her flab wobble for a moment or two. “The BEST was when a couple decided they didn't want their wedding cake. It was taller than you were and Mister Cake let me take it home. Oh my GOSH, I was so stuffed that I didn't move from my bed for a week!”

 

You nearly dropped your muffin as the mental image of fat, overstuffed Pinkie Pie flooded your brain. “Oh yea?”

 

“YEA! It was sooooo good, but I'm still paying the price for it.” Pinkie turned around and used her hoof to squish and jiggle her thick rump. “At least every seat is a good seat for this fat tush of mine.”

 

That was it. If she was teasing you by chance or on purpose, it didn't matter anymore. All you needed was that fat, pink ass in your hands. “Say, Pinkie. I was wondering if you could take an order or two for later.”

 

“Sure! What do you want?” Pinkie reached into her mane and pulled out a notepad and a pencil.

 

“Can I get a cake? Triple layer? Your favorite flavor, of course...Three dozen doughnuts...no, make it four dozen...and how about four dozen cupcakes?”

 

Pinkie's eyes widened as she took your order. “Anon, that's a serious order! Are you having a party without me? Can I come? Ohhhh if you let me make my favorite flavor cake, I GOTTA be there to have a bite!”

 

You smiled as you dumped a big pile of bits on the counter. “Oh yea, sure Pinkie. I'll come back before closing and pick it all up, okay?”

 

Pinkie gave a little salute before stuffing her notepad back into her mane. “I'll get right on it! I can't wait for such an amazing party!”

 

“Neither can I, Pinkie.” You grinned as you left the mare to her work.

 

You arrived at Sugarcube Corner a few minutes after they were set to close for the night. You peeked in after you watched Pinkie flip the “Open” sign to “Closed” to see all your desserts piled high on a big cart. A grin spread along your face as you spotted Pinkie looking around for a moment, then sliding her hoof into the closest box and devouring a glazed doughnut in seconds.

 

“Pinkie? You there?” You feigned ignorance as you gave the door a slight knock.

 

“Anon! You did make it!” Pinkie grinned as she unlocked the door for you. “I was worried you weren't gonna show up. I would have had to keep this all for tomorrow and it would have gotten stale!”

 

You chuckled as you approached the cart and inspected it all. “That would have been terrible, Pinkie. All these delicious treats gone to waste.” You grabbed a box and forced a frown upon your face as a certain doughnut was missing from the container. “Pinkie, why are there only eleven doughnuts in here?”

 

A small sweat began to drop down her face as you stared at her. “Is that doughnut glaze on the side of your mouth, Pinkie?” Her sweating increased as she scratched the back of her head.

 

“Pinkie...if you wanted some, you should have just asked.” You grinned as you grabbed a doughnut and shoved it in her mouth. The poor mare was confused for a moment before chewing up her surprise treat and swallowing it. Before she could reply, another doughnut had been slipped into her mouth.

 

Instead of protesting, Pinkie simply let you feed her. The box was empty in a few moments with Pinkie moaning in delight as she rubbed her tummy. “Okay, I admit it. I thought you weren't gonna show up so I took a doughnut.”

 

“Ohhh Pinkie. That greedy tummy of yours almost got you in trouble.” Pinkie gasped as you grabbed her tummy with both hands and squeezed it tight. Her face was flushed and red as you continued to grope her belly. “Would you have taken more if I hadn't shown up? Be honest, my little pink piggy.”

 

“Ye...yessss.” Pinkie moaned as you tickled her navel with your finger.

 

“Would you have eaten ALL of it if I hadn't shown up?” You teased

 

“Mmhmmm.” Pinkie admitted her sins as her tummy let out a hungry, desperate gurgle.

 

“Good. That's the answer I wanted to hear.” Pinkie snapped herself from her daze as you grabbed the cart. “So, ready for that party?” You asked.

 

“Anon...is there even a party?” Pinkie blushed as she looked at the massive pile of food, then back to you.

 

“Nope. Now I need to dispose of all these treats but I doubt I can eat them all by myself. Do you want to “help” me get rid of all this, Pinkie? I even have your favorite cake!” You dipped your finger onto the frosting and gathered a big glob of it.

 

Pinkie watched as you inched your finger to her mouth. She didn't hesitate to part her lips and allow you to force the sweet dollop of icing onto her tongue. A desperate moan escaped Pinkie as she leaned forward and slowly sucked any trace of the fattening frosting off your finger before letting go with a lewd pop.

 

“Fuck...” You whispered as Pinkie flashed you a seductive look. “Lets get this stuff to your house...fast.”

 

You rushed over to Pinkie's house as soon as you could. Boxes and boxes of treats lined the bed while the cake stood ominously to the side. “Ready for the party, Pinkie?” You grinned as you grabbed several doughnuts at a time.

 

“Oh Anon, feed me like the naughty stallion you are.” Pinkie slid onto her bed face up and presented her tummy to you. She let it wobble for a bit before slapping herself with a hoof. The hypnotic jiggle of her sexy tummy made you shudder in arousal before pushing the doughnuts to her lips.

 

Pinkie ate like a machine. Her mouth was in constant motion, chewing and accepting every little bite you offered. Her throat bulged and swelled outwards as the massive meal slipped down her throat, making it hard to concentrate as her stomach bloated up bigger and bigger.

 

The sounds of heavy breathing and desperate moans filled the air between greedy bites. You grit your teeth as Pinkie used her free hooves to continuously rub her tummy and play with her expanding waistline. Pinkie proved her stomach was bottomless as she accepted every bite no matter how round, full or sloshy her tummy became.

 

“Anon...put your head right here.” Pinkie stopped you for a moment. She pushed her hooves into her tummy and smiled as you leaned down. Your ear touched her soft, doughy flesh as a loud gurgle escaped Pinkie's tummy.

 

“I'm so full, Anon. Can't you hear it?” The soft churning and bubbling of her stomach made you blush as she squished her belly against you. “All those calories, all those sweets. I'm gonna be a fatty, porky piggy pie if you keep feeding me.”

 

She let you pull your head away before opening her mouth wide. You didn't need anymore convincing as you forced the last of the doughnuts into her tummy. Pinkie moaned as she tried to massage her tummy before a gallon of milk was eased to her lips. The pink piggy chugged and chugged, grunting as her stomach grew tight and heavy with every swallow.

 

You pulled the empty carton from her mouth and was rewarded with a gigantic roar of a belch that sent every inch of your pink piggy wobbling and shaking. Her mouth was turned into a satisfied grin as her eyes darted down to your pants. “C'mon Anon. I'm all snug and comfortable in this bed. Why don't you lose those tight pants.”

 

Her wink turned your legs to jelly as she gave her tummy another shake and slosh. Your clothes were gone in an instant, leaving you and your erection exposed for her to take in. “You're so perverted, Anon. Getting off to watching me eat like a big fat cow. Does this tummy excite you so much that you HAD to fill it up like this?”

 

Your response was cramming one of the several dozen cupcakes into her mouth. Pinkie moaned as she forced more into her already stretched tummy. The little rolls on her chubby gut were slowly smoothed out as her full stomach warped into a tight, round pink dome of sweet treats sloshing away in her tum.

 

Pinkie struggled to keep her breathing steady as her stomach grew bigger and bigger. Every breath was ragged as she forced her tummy to rise higher and higher before the weight forced her to exhale. You slowed down your feeding and made sure your free hand was easing the tension of her sore stomach. Pinkie would moan and coo as you helped her relax and digest, turning all those calories into soft new rolls of flab.

 

The greedy pony looked as if she had doubled in size after you had forced the last cupcake into her belly. Pinkie let out a weak moan that warped into another gigantic belch as you placed both hands on her bean bag sized tummy. “Aww, is my big, fat, sexy piggy full?”

 

“Yes she is...” Pinkie sighed as you massaged her belly. You could barely mold the soft blubber of her tummy with her rock hard stomach taking up so much room. “The cake.” Pinkie begged as she tried to lean out of bed to grab it. “I still want my cake.”

 

“You're looking pretty huge there, Pinkie. Are you sure?”

 

She looked you right in the eyes and growled. “Anon, you better be stuffing me from both ends before I pass out from the impending food coma.” She reached out and pulled you close, grinning as your cock poked her tummy. “This isn't an option, Anon. Feed me that cake and pound my tight ponut and fill me up like your good little food slut.”

 

“Gah...” You sputtered as a hard shudder rocked through your spine. You pulled away and grabbed the cake with both hands. “You ready?” You asked as you slid the cake off the platter and let the whole thing rest upon her huge tummy.

 

Pinkie nodded. She reached out with her hooves and grabbed massive bites of cake and stuffed them in her mouth. Her moan was stifled as you grabbed even more of the cake and forced her to swallow it all. You swear her belly lurched upwards for a moment as the entire swallow landed in her stomach at once.

 

With your good little piggy distracted with food, you pulled at her hind legs and spread them apart. Her belly sagged onto her plump thighs, forcing you to grope and massage her underbelly for a moment as you continued to manipulate Pinkie's pudgy posterior into position. Her tail swished against the bed as you finally revealed your prize.

 

Pinkie was gushing wet, winking hard with every moan as she continued to devour her cake. Her fat, delicious ponut seemed to call out to you as it glistened with her leaking arousal. You gripped her thighs hard and thrust yourself forward, moaning along with Pinkie as you glided your erection deep into her ponut.

 

“Finally...I've been waiting for this...” Pinkie moaned between bites. Your thrusts were slow and deliberate as you watched her belly and that cake wobble back and forth. Both of you savored every moment as Pinkie's tight pucker snuggled your dick as much as it could.

 

You picked up your pace as more and more of the cake disappeared into her growing tummy. Pinkie was bloated and heavy with thousands if not millions of calories and every little slosh or gurgle was just adding to her huge frame. “Mmm...Faster, Anon. Fill me up even bigger!” Pinkie demanded. You leaned forward and sped up your thrusts all while you aided Pinkie in her gigantic binge.

 

Soon, the cake was all gone. The only remnants was the frosting covering her belly and the crumbs littering her bed. Her belly jumped and jiggled with your every thrust, fat slapping against fat as your crotch slammed into her plump rear. It was beginning to wear you out just to heave and shove the fat piggy around. Both of you were gleaming with sweat as you struggled to pump faster and deeper into your piggy pony.

 

“Mff...Pinkie...I'm gonna cum...” You warned. Your thrusts were beginning to slow down as you made sure each desperate thrust plunged as deep at it could go all while your sweaty body slapped against her thighs and belly.

 

“So go ahead. Fill me up and make my tummy swell with your cum!” Pinkie begged hard. She struggled to pull you in with her legs, locking you deep inside her as she crossed her hooves behind your back.

 

There was no turning back. You erupted like a volcano, gushing copious amounts of your hot, sticky seed deep into Pinkie's ponut. The obese mare moaned hard as you filled her up, making her stomach slowly bloat outwards and grow even bigger with each needy spurt.

 

Your balls ached as Pinkie milked you dry. Every time you thought you were done, her marvelous, tight ponut flexed hard and caused you to climax all over again. The pink blimp of a mare moaned and shuddered, sending her belly sloshing and wobbling hard as she finally hit her climax.

 

Tired, sweaty and spent, you eased yourself beside Pinkie and cuddled her tight. “Oh goddess...that was amazing.” You moaned in delight as you snuggled up as close as you could to Pinkie and wrapped your arms around her gigantic tummy.

 

“Yea....that...was fantastic.” Pinkie giggled as your fingers ran over her expansive stomach. “You can't even make your fingers touch. I'm just so big and massive and bloated.”

 

“Pinkie, you better stop before I get going again.” You warned.

 

“Hehe, I just might want you to.” She teased back, pressing her fat ass against your crotch.

 

You moaned and buried your face into her mane. The sweet scent of cotton candy filled your nose, making you smile. “Maybe later. Trying to handle all this Pinkie pudge has me worn out.

 

“Me too.” Pinkie yawned. She shifted around for a moment so that you were face to face and kissed you on the nose. “Stay the night with me? I doubt you wanna go home all sweaty and covered in crumbs.”

 

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” You kissed her back on her cute, messy nose before letting her shift back into the “little” spoon position. “I...love you, Pinkie.”

 

“D'aaawwww. I love you too, Nonny.” Pinkie's tummy gurgled in agreement as Pinkie let out one last belch before closing her eyes. The warmth from her body lulled you to sleep, your arms tightly wrapped around the massive piggy in happiness.