Octavia's Anniversary with (you)

 

Her hands traveled lower to her breasts. Octavia had always had a modest pair of boobs, nothing too extravagant. The monsters jiggling in her hands now were more akin to udders than the proper chest of a mare. “At least these grew out as well.” Octavia blushed before letting her hands depart from her heaving chest.

 

The gray mare frowned as her hands wrapped around a thick love handle at her hips. She gripped an inch of blubber on both sides, jiggling about her body and making her tummy wobble. It had been a long time since her recital days and boy, was it showing. Her fingers danced along her belly, sinking into the warm fat and making Octavia even redder as she slipped a finger into her navel and watched it disappear.

 

Finally, Octavia turned around and bit her lip as her ass wobbled triumphantly in front of the mirror. While Octavia had been blessed with a plump, shapely rear, her current diet had completely eliminated her former rump and had replaced it with a thick, wobbling booty. Octavia dug her hands into the top of her crack and struggled to pull her panties free from the luscious, flabby curves hiding it away.

 

“Damn, that's a fine anniversary present.” You called out. Octavia's entire face turned red as a cherry as her eyes darted from her image in the mirror to your gigantic grin.

 

“HANS! How long have you been there??” Octavia puffed out her cheeks in annoyance as she struggled to cover herself up.

 

“Oh, about the time you started groping your tits. Such a delight to see.” You leaned in close and smooched your mare on the neck, slowly rising up her face until your lips were tightly pressed against her own. You couldn't help but moan into the passionate kiss, nor could you stop yourself from grabbing her chunky butt.

 

“Happy anniversary.” You giggled.

 

“Has it really been that long? Seems like yesterday you were struggling to ask me out on a date.” Octavia sighed as she slowly embraced you. “Now look at you. You're such a horny bastard.”

 

“Not my fault you're so irresistible.” You stuck out your tongue as Octavia broke away from your hug. “How irresistible are you now? Two hundred? Two ten?”

 

Octavia blushed as you grabbed the scale and set it at her feet. “It certainly FEELS more than that...” Slowly, she stepped on the scale and waited for the numbers to settle before staring down at her feet.

 

“Two hundred and thirty! Good lord!” Octavia hopped off the scale in disbelief. “Have I really let myself go so badly?”

 

“You know you love it. Sitting on the couch, munching on pizza, eating snack cakes and washing it all down with soda all in your undies on a lazy Sunday.” You smirked as your hands wandered to her tummy and gave her a good grope.

 

“That's all well and good...but two hundred and thirty? Before I know it, I'll be encroaching on three hundred...”

 

“Sounds wonderful.” You teased, leaning in for more kisses. As much as Octavia wished to protest, your affection was always sweeter than any snack.

 

“Hans, you're such an oddball...but you're MY oddball.” Octavia sighed as she stepped out of the bathroom. You heard a gasp from the bedroom and smiled as you followed her.

 

Sitting on the bed was a flashy, expensive looking red dress. It gleamed in the light as Octavia gripped the silk dress and watched the embedded sequins shine. “Oh my goodness...is this for me?”

 

“Of course it is. Only the best for my lovely lady.”

 

Octavia smiled and wrapped you up in a hug. “You're always too kind to me. I love it.” Octavia picked it up once more and looked it over. “I can't wait to wear it.”

 

“Why wait? Lets go out to eat tonight. Really go out and party.”

 

“The last time you said that, we were nearly kicked out of that fancy buffet in the middle of town! Don't tell me you're thinking of going back...”

 

You smirked. “Maybe they forgot about us already. It's been a while since we've been there.”

 

Octavia tried to protect but her stomach cut her off with a loud, needed gurgle. The poor mare blushed as you began laughing to yourself. “Sounds like somepony is starving. A grand buffet dinner might solve that.”

 

“Ffff....Fine. If you INSIST on taking me there and stuffing me like a pig, we shall go.” Octavia picked up the dress and pushed you out of the bedroom. “Let me change in peace, you randy pervert.”

 

You took a seat on the couch and flicked on the television. The sound was muted, allowing you to capture the sounds of Octavia grunting and tugging up her dress over her curvy body. You waited and waited, smiling as your gray mare slowly walked out of the bedroom. “HANS! Why is this dress so TIGHT?”

 

Indeed, her red dress seemed painted on. Her entire body was begging to tear out of the skimpy thing like biscuits ready to pop out of a can. Her shallow breaths sent her whole body wobbling as it struggled to stay inside the tiny dress.

 

“Oops...I might have picked up the wrong size.”

 

“MIGHT HAVE?” Octavia roared. “This thing looks like it belongs on a child compared to my body size. You did this on purpose!”

 

You leaned in with a massive grin and whispered into her ear. “All the more perfect to stuff you at the buffet and make that gut rip that dress to shreds.”

 

Octavia shuddered as the lewd idea bounced around in her mind. She licked her lips, savoring the sensation as she focused on how restrictive the dress already was on her wide frame. “How is it that you can press my buttons so hard that I go from furious to horny in seconds?”

 

Another gurgle from Octavia only made the mare blush harder. “Well, lets get going already. I'm STARVING!”

 

The hungry mare was first in the car, desperate for her big meal. Octavia was revved up and you knew from personal experience that the night wouldn't end until both of you were satisfied. You rushed through the traffic of Canterlot and made a bee line for the impressive buffet.

 

You held the door open for your girl and watched her wobble her way inside. Already, the dress looked ready to burst and you were going to make sure it was nothing but scraps before you left. The cashier was all smiles as you walked up and paid for your meals, unaware of the collateral damage about to befall the elegant diner.

 

Your nimble hands had already scooped up a pitcher of soda for the incoming gluttony. “Any requests?” You asked.

 

“Start off with a few thick cuts of ham, some pork chops, sirloin and see if you can find any steaks fresh from the kitchen. Don't forget the potato salad and macaroni and cheese!” Octavia begged as you rushed off with several plates in your hands.

 

Piles and piles of thick, greasy meat slices towered high on your plates. A steak as thick as your arm wobbled dangerously off the edge of another. You reserved an entire plate for potato salad and another for the macaroni and cheese. Several patrons watched as you juggled your payload all the way back to Octavia, unaware that none of it was for you.

 

Octavia already had her fork and knife ready. As soon as the plate hit the table, she was taking thick cuts of her steak and jamming them into her mouth. “Ohhhh Sho gooo!” She moaned through a mouthful of food. You watched as a steak big enough for two quickly disappeared down her throat. Her stomach was already bulging with so much fat flesh crammed inside and the addition of a gigantic steak made the material groan in discomfort.

 

Half of the soda was already gone and Octavia showed no signs of stopping. Her knife was swapped for the spoon as she alternated between thick scoops of potato salad and forkfuls of sliced ham. The room was graced with her delighted moans as grease and smeared potatoes dripped from her lips and onto her bouncing chest.

 

Three messy plates down, several more to go. Octavia sipped the rest of her soda and sighed in content. Her stomach was sloshing and glorping hard, already at work turning her massive meal into even more flab. She resumed her eating as you fetched more soda, easily cramming the macaroni in her mouth while letting the greasy chunks of pork roast and beef slices lubricate her throat.

 

Her mouth was shiny with grease as she set down her utensils. Octavia gave her stomach a little pat and sighed before busting out a massive belch. A few patrons looked over and gasped as they caught sight of Octavia jiggling hard with her noisy burp.

 

“Oh yes....I haven't gone this hard in ages.” Octavia smirked as she turned her attention to the stack of porn chops awaiting her. Her greed knew no limits as she stacked the meat slices up like pancakes and jabbed her fork through each one. She ate them just like that, cutting out a section out of all the strips at once and forcing each slice right into her mouth.

 

Octavia moaned as she leaned back in her seat. Her stomach was a symphony of endless gurgles as she wiped a hand over her stained face. “You doing okay, sweetie?” You asked as you pressed a hand into her gut.

 

She nodded as you handed her the pitcher of soda. Slowly, Octavia drained it all into her sloshing gut. Each heavy chug of the drink made her stomach slosh and groan louder and louder. Her dress slowly joined into the noises coming from her belly as the tiny garment simply couldn't keep up. With a loud, jarring RIIIIIIIIP, Octavia's stomach tore through the silk dress and lunched into her lap.

 

“Ahhhhhh! That feels so much better!” Octavia blushed as she rubbed her exposed stomach. A nearby mare gasped as she watched Octavia play with her belly so openly. “More...I want a second helping.”

 

You were gone in seconds, rushing to grab everything you could. Fried chicken, sliders, sushi, pot pies, chicken fried steak and all sorts of filling sides to go with it all. More and more ponies watched as you struggled to carry this ludicrous load of food back to your table and watched as Octavia wasted no time in devouring it all.

 

The personal pot pies were gone in seconds, the fried chicken was reduced to a heap of bones, the sushi was swallowed and slurped up. Nothing seemed to stop Octavia in the middle of her feast. Her dress groaned louder and louder as her wide hips burst out of the sides and her belly was forcing itself through the giant tear in the front.

 

Octavia was busy pounding away the sliders when another tear filled the air. Her belly, round and bloated, nearly tore the dress completely apart. Her fat, wobbling breasts broke free of their confines, plopping right onto her bulging, bloated stomach.

 

“No bra tonight? How scandalous and lewd.” You purred as you reached out and rubbed her belly.

 

“Well...I haven't had a pair that can fit around these melons for two weeks.” Octavia giggled as she turned to another plate. “Not like buying bigger ones would do me any good now, would it.”

 

You bit your lip as Octavia grabbed the chicken fried steak and tore into it bare handed. Gravy splattered all over her body as she tore into her food like a wild animal without any care in the word. “Holy shit.” You muttered as Octavia swallowed her steak and let her messy hands rest on her belly.

 

“Help me up....I want some ice cream.” Octavia groaned as she struggled to stand. Her stomach was so bloated and full that her center of balance was skewed. You reached under her arm and pulled her up, grunting as you struggled to support the engorged mare.

 

“Hurry...before the staff throw us out for sure.” Octavia teased as she waddled over to the ice cream machine. She licked her lips and smiled as she placed her mouth on the spout and gripped the sides of the machine. You gladly pulled down on the lever, pouring a steady stream of the fattening dessert right into Octavia's belly.

 

You watched as her tummy glorped and grew before your very eyes. It sagged low between her legs, squishing against the bottom of the machine as the piggy made a completely glutton of herself. The dress has finally had enough, falling off her body and leaving her in nothing but her thong and high heels.

 

“MISS! Miss, PLEASE! Get your mouth off of that machine!” A panicked stallion rushed over to the ice cream machine and pulled your hand off the lever. “I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave.”

 

Octavia slowly waddled away from the machine and smirked. She opened her mouth and blasted a chocolate scented belch right at the stallion. “Fine...I was getting full anyways. Hans, help me to the car?”

 

It was a struggle to get the huffing, bloated mare to your car. You opened the back door and let her flop out over the back seats like a beached whale. Octavia sighed as she reached out and cradled her gut, moaning as the loud glorping filled the car. “...Wanna see if we can beat the a delivery driver home?”

 

You drove as fast as you could, making sure to beat the pizza driver to your door. No sooner had you walked inside did you hear a hard knocking at your door. Octavia smirked as she turned around. “Let me answer the door, sweetie.”

 

She thrust open the door, completely surprising the delivery boy with her nude body. “Hi there, stud. Is that pizza for me?”

 

“I..um...ye...yes?” He struggled to check his receipt, not wanting to break his gaze away from Octavia's amazing rack.

 

“Aww, I don't seem to have my wallet on me. No pockets, you see.” Octavia pouted as she grabbed her tits and approached the driver. “Is there some...other way...I could repay you?”

 

Before the driver could speak, Octavia shoved his face right between her tits and smothered the lucky boy. He dropped the pizza instantly, letting his hands roam her belly and reach around to grope her fat ass. A satisfied moan filled the night as the delivery driver slowly slumped down onto his butt, dazed from such an experience.

 

“Have a good night, cutie.” Octavia giggled before bending down and grabbing the pizza. She slammed the door shut with her hips and grinned as she opened the box and gobbled down a slice. “Aw yes, the only thing better than pizza is FREE PIZZA.” Octavia cooed before stuffing another slice into her mouth.

 

“Why not free pizza in bed?” You guided the waddling fatty to the bedroom. She was still eating pizza when you pushed her big, beautiful butt into the bathroom and forced her on the scale.

 

Octavia struggled to look down at the scale, but only found her gray belly completely blocking the way. “What does it say? I'm too big to see over my gut!”

 

You peeked down at the numbers and began to sweat. “Two hundred and sixty....you managed to cram thirty pounds of food into your gut tonight.”

 

“Certainly feels like it.” Octavia moaned as she forced out a belch. “Goodness knows how PLUMP and FAT I'll be tomorrow morning.”

 

“Probably too fat for that thong that's been riding up your ass all night.” You grinned as you slowly pulled it down her thick thighs.

 

Octavia giggled. “It's not a thong. I don't have any proper underwear to fit me, either.” Sure enough, what you thought was a thong had been a skimpy, minuscule pair of panties about to rip off her body all night.

 

You began to kiss her all over. “Piggy....glutton...fat ass whale. Just can't help yourself, can you?” Your hands roamed her body, jiggling all her sexy flab and making her moan through bites of her pizza.

 

“Bed. You still have a meal to finish, fatty.” You gave her ass a hard slap and made her moan. She waddled to bed as fast as she could and hopped into bed. The springs and frame groaned from her sudden weight crashing onto the bed, a sound that only made your erection grow harder.

 

Your clothes were gone in an instant, joining Octavia in the quest for comfort. You snuggled beside your fatty and grabbed a slice of pizza. “How bad do you want it? How fat are you gonna get tonight?”

 

“As big as I can get.” Octavia moaned as you shoved the slice into her mouth. She chewed quickly, eager to fill her already swollen gut. One hand was cramming her full of pizza while the other rubbed and jiggled her belly as much as you could.

 

The piggy was all too eager to finish her snack, leaving nothing but crumbs in the box. She let a spicy belch wash over your face before licking her lips once more. “Hans...I know what you want...” Octavia grinned as her hand wrapped around your cock and gave it a playful tug. “Hurry. I'm so horny from all that eating that I'm about to cum just from grinding my fat thighs together.”

 

You quickly leaned forward and rose to your knees. “Oh no, don't you even dare think about it until I'm fucking you raw and hard, piggy.” Octavia moaned as you pulled apart her thighs and exposed her wet, chubby pussy. You leaned down and gave her tummy a kiss, slowly trailing down and giving her clip a big, sloppy kiss.

 

Octavia's legs wiggled in your grasp but she couldn't break free. You pulled her legs up until they were in the air, chunky thighs squished against her stuffed tummy. You did your best to spread your legs until your knees were squished against her fat ass.

 

You were finally in position. Octavia tried to peek past her swollen gut but she couldn't see just how close your dick was to plunging inside her. Her moan filled the air as you slowly moved your hips downward and thrust yourself deep into her fat pussy.

 

“Oh yessssss. Fill me up from both ends, Hans.” Octavia begged. You obliged, pulling out and slapping your crotch against hers. Octavia's entire body wobbled from the impact, sending a stray gas bubble out from the bottom of her stomach and forcing a belch into your face. You kissed her deeply as you pulled out and slammed her again, making her moan even louder through your smooch.

 

Slowly, you picked up speed and began to properly breed your piggy. Not just make love. Not just a loving, tender moment. You FUCKED Octavia as best you could, plunging your dick as far as you could go. Her whimpers of pleasure made sure to encourage you on, filling the air with her delighted groans and the loud, thick slap of wet skin pounding away at her flab.

 

Octavia was reduced to a babbling, groaning mess of pleasure as you pounded away at her. There were no brakes tonight as the fat cow was forced to lay there and take every savage thrust you gave her. Her skin was on fire as she felt your lips wrap around one of her plump nipples. “Suck my fat tits! I'm your big fat cow and I need to be milked!”

 

You sucked and teased her nipples as best you could, driving Octavia insane with your tongue skills. Her muscles were clenching you hard, eager to milk you of your seed with every one of her climaxes. The sheets were stained with drool, fem cum and crumbs yet you keep going, doing your best to stall your own release.

 

Octavia shouted hard as another climax hit her. You dug your hands into her thighs and squeezed her tight as your own climax exploded forth. There was one final pump as you buried your cock into her pussy and let your cum burst forth, filling up Octavia so much that a copious amount of cum began to dribble out of her lips and lead down her fat rear.

 

The savage, brutal and pleasing act left you feeling drained. You let go of Octavia's legs and pulled yourself out of the tense position. “Oh my gosh....ohhh gosh.” Octavia moaned, her legs trembling as she flopped her legs onto the bed.

 

You cuddled up next to your big, gray piggy and cooed as you snuggled her gut. “Quite a night...think that buffet will ever let us back?”

 

Octavia giggled. “Probably not....although we can always try again next year.”

 

“Not to mention that the pizza place wont ever deliver here again. I'll have to go out and grab pizza for a while.”

 

“Oh, like it's a massive burden to keep me fed like this.” Octavia teased as she reached over her gut and grabbed your hand. “You'll just have to make sure the trip is worth it with half a dozen pizzas.”

 

“Half a dozen? Big words from a big piggy.” You teased as you slowly rubbed her belly. Her warmth and the exhaustion setting in forced a yawn from your mouth.

 

Octavia followed suit, pulling you close for maximum snuggles. “Oh yea....I'll have them down in no time...”

 

“Oh yea?”

 

“Yea....”

 

You both sat in silence for a moment, too tired to keep taunting each other. Soon, the room was filled with content snoring as you both passed out in a tight embrace. Octavia's gut gurgled all through the night, struggling to digest such a heavy meal. She might not be TOO pleased with her sudden spike in weight tomorrow morning, but the memories of tonight will certainly make up for it.