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Rarity's Failed Workout

By Tankris
Created: 14th November 2022 06:43:25 PM
7th February 2023 07:51:25 AM

  1. January first. The time of year where many desire change. Like a flip of the coin, they desire to flip their entire world. Yearly tradition demanded some sort of resolution to oneself. You watched as your girlfriend struggled to pull her skintight yoga pants over her wide, pear shaped frame. “Darling, could you be a dear and help me pull? These darn things are stuck on my thighs.”
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  3. With her size, everything stuck to her thighs. Skirts, shorts, calories. The impossibly large yoga tights were no exception as they clung to her every wide, wobbling curve. A bit of sweat was forming on her face and in her cleavage and the poor dear hadn't even begun working out! Rarity grunted and sucked in her tummy as you pulled, finally easing the taxed material over her booty.
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  5. “Thank...you...Darling. What would I do without my big, strong hubby?” Rarity made sure her lipstick clung to your cheeks with a nice, big smooch. Her panty lines were visible through the fabric and the straps wrapped around her hips so lewdly as she waddled over to her top. The purple tube top stretched over her sagging bust with the help of Rarity's magic. Her cleavage bunched up as the top was tightened around her chest, squishing her fat all around.
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  7. She might have looked like a microwaved marshmallow stuffed into her clothes, but she still managed to do it with the sense of grace you've come to expect from Rarity. A smile spread on her face as she waddled out of your bedroom, only barely scraping the sides of the frame. “Well? What are we waiting for? I'm quite curious to see how you workout and keep in such good shape. Maybe I'll get some tips.”
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  9. The regulars rolled their eyes at Rarity. Just another fatty looking to keep her resolution for a day. Her smile was undeterred as she gave a little stretch, sending her belly and rump wobbling like the ocean. Your eyes watched as she half waddled, half strut towards a treadmill.
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  11. “Lets see here. Ah, here's the speed setting.” The machine whimpered to life as Rarity set the speed to the very minimum. Her thighs scraped together as she took her first steps confidently, not minding how much she wobbled, jiggled or began to sweat.
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  13. You put your water bottle on the machine next to her and turned it on. A brisk walk kept your feet moving and warmed you up for the real workouts ahead. Rarity blushed as she watched you easily outpace her. Her finger wandered to the speed button and pressed it, pushing herself and the machine to your speeds. Rarity grew redder and redder as she forced her feet to move at speeds she never thought possible at her size.
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  15. Rarity gripped the handrails in desperation as she tried to keep walking at your pace. Sweat rolled down her face and splashed all over her. Rarity's huge ass was bouncing hard, near threatening to tear through her yoga pants.
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  17. She huffed and wheezed, barely getting any air as you turned the machine back down to its lowest setting. “That was a good attempt. Do you wanna go sit down?” Rarity could only nod as she stopped the machine and waddled over to a very ill fitting chair.
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  19. The exhausted mare watched as you turned your treadmill higher and higher. Your legs were a blur as you finally broke a sweat at such high speeds. Rarity caught her breath between gulps of a sugary, chocolate flavored “diet aid” while you finished off your cardio. She stood up to try again, only to take the chair with her. The armrests dug into her hips hard, making her blush as she felt the chair wobble behind her.
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  21. “Honey! Darling! I need a hand over here!” You slowed the machine and looked over, expecting to see Rarity tangling with some other workout. It took everything you had to hide your laughter as Rarity spun around with the chair firmly lodged around her hips.
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  23. “Coming!” You shouted out, bringing attention toward her as you slowly wiggled the chair off her hips.
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  25. Embarrassed, but not defeated, Rarity stomped off to the free weights. You followed her carefully, watching as she gripped the smallest weights possible. Sighing, you made sure to grab far less than your limits as you sat down beside Rarity.
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  27. She hefted up her weights, letting out a small breath as her body jiggled from just the slightest movement. Her eyes were locked on you as you easily curled your weights, not even bothered by the meager dumbbell.
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  29. “Don't hold back for my sake, dear. You need to work out, too.” Rarity watched as you returned the skimpy weights and came back with something more suited to your level. She watched as you worked out, forgetting her own trials as she continued to sip at her “diet aid”. You swear she was gaining before your eyes with every sip instead of shrinking from her workouts.
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  31. “Perhaps I do need a bit more cardio. Jumping jacks are easy!” Rarity boasted as she returned her weights and stood next to you. As heavy as she was, Rarity's “jump” was more her sliding her feet apart and throwing her arms above her head. Her breasts leaped from her tummy and bounced towards her face, threatening to give her a black eye. She pulled her arms down and straightened up her legs and let out a weak shout, “One!”
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  33. Another fling of the hands, another near miss to her face. Rarity was determined to keep going, even as her sweat began saturating her clothing. You blushed as her skin became more and more visible through her tube top as she called out her tenth jumping jack.
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  35. She attempted an eleventh, but her top was barely keeping her modest. With a POP, Her tits escaped her clothing, forcing the obese mare to turn scarlet red as she waddled to the bathrooms.
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  37. Rarity's face was still rosy red as she walked back towards you. Her nipples were slightly visible inside the super saturated top, making the clothing near worthless. She cracked open another bottle of her sweet “diet aid”, still unaware of how much sugar she was gulping down. “I'm not quite sure what else I can try...I'm already so exhausted, dear.”
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  39. “Wanna do some push up and sit ups? That might help your core and your tummy.” You pulled a mat out for Rarity and watched as she awkwardly lowered herself to the mat.
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  41. She gave up on a dainty landing and flopped on the workout mat, making her whole belly wobble and jiggle like crazy. Rarity lay on top of her belly, carefully positioning herself as she pushed her hands to the ground. She blushed as her huge belly and plump tits squished so much into the mat that her hands couldn't get anywhere close to the ground.
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  43. “Maybe just the sit ups...” You could feel the frustration building behind her forced smile as she rolled over onto her back. She pulled her arms behind her head and grunted as she barely lifted herself from the mat. “One!” She counted out, a bit of pride in her voice as she tried to fold her belly in and do a proper sit up.
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  45. “Two!” You said nothing, hoping that her wimpy workout was enough not to deter her from her resolution. More and more sweat was beginning to pool on the mat as Rarity pulled herself up for the tenth time. Her face was flushed and she was desperate for a deep breath as she struggled with her next sit up.
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  47. RIIIIIIIIIPPPP
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  49. Her massive rear demanded freedom, splitting her yoga pants by the seams. Tons of soft, white flesh oozed from the tears, further weakening her pants. “Ah! Bluhh ummm ahhhh....oh dear oh goodness!” Rarity let out worried chirps as she felt her pants disintegrate to the floor, doubling the white hot burn on her cheeks. She struggled to pick herself up, only making the problem worse as her pants fell from her body.
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  51. “He-help me up! PLEASE!” You let out a grunt as you helped Rarity to her feet. She waddled as fast as she could to the car, her enormous white ass bouncing freely before getting wedged into the exit door of the gym. Rarity pouted as you had to press your hands deep into her fat to free her from the building, embarrassing her further as she made her way to your vehicle.
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  53. “I can never return to that establishment ever again!” Rarity stomped as she headed straight for the kitchen. Her magic tore off her restricting top, letting her breasts flop on her belly as she gathered a bucket of ice cream from the freezer. “And don't you dare say anything. I felt your eyes all over me!”
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  55. Rarity crossed her arms under her chest as she waddled to her chaise lounge and slammed her rear into it. Her magic scooped a bit of ice cream from the tub and shoved it in her mouth, calming the angry mare a little bit.
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  57. “Rarity, I only want what you want. If you still wish to work out, I'll help you at home.” You offered to your distressed wife.
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  59. The frustrated mare let out a mocking laugh as she took another bite of ice cream. “Don't lie! You enjoy me like this. I saw the shock on your face when you said I wanted to lose weight.”
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  61. Half of the tub was gone and Rarity had grabbed another container with her magic. She sat there, eating her pain away in nothing but her thong like underwear while you watched.
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  63. “Well, if you don't wanna listen and just pig out, I'll help you with that.” You gripped the spoon from her magic hold and scooped up a huge bite of ice cream.
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  65. She stared at the spoon, then looked to you before slowly lapping at the sugary cream. “Hmf. I should have known. You DO want me to stay big. A fatty mare that can't even get out of a chair so you can ravage me all you want. Such a naughty man you are!” Rarity scoffed and teased as you shoved another spoonful in her mouth.
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  67. “You can stop eating any time you want. I'll only feed you as much ice cream as you grab from the fridge.” You teased as another carton floated into the room.
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  69. “Why deny it? We both want this.” Rarity batted her eyes as you forced her to finish the first tub. The second tub was opened in a flash, spoon digging through it to force more fattening cream in her belly. Rarity moaned as you reached out and groped her sweaty, flabby belly and gave it a small rub.
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  71. “That's it. Tease me. Remind me of what a useless fatty I am!” Rarity blushed as you raised your hand and gave her tits a nice squeeze. You rolled a nipple between your fingers, forcing her to moan lewdly while you stuffed her with more ice cream. A jiggle here, a smack there, anything to make her body wobble and jiggle as it grew.
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  73. “Stop taking more ice cream out of the freezer. It'll melt.” You tried to warn her.
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  75. Rarity grinned as she pulled the half melted tub to her lips. “That's the IDEA, Darling. For someone who loves big marshmallows, you sure don't know how to feed one.” Rarity tipped the bottom of the tub, happily drinking down the heavy, calorie rich treat. Her stomach swelled out with every gulp, making you harder with every soft inch she gained.
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  77. The containers began to pile up as Rarity chugged through them all. Even under all her flab, you could feel her stomach tightening and growing taut as she guzzled down more cream. You fondled and gripped every curve you could, laying on her belly as you kissed her all over. The slight tang of sweat filled your mouth as you planted your lips all over from her neck, down her chest and right to the underside of her belly. Rarity's stomach gave a satisfied gurgle as she tossed another bucket behind her.
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  79. “So full....I think I might need a nap. Help me up?” You were only too happy to oblige as you reached under her arm and lifted her up from her chaise lounge. Her whole body wobbled about, slapping against you with every step.
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  81. You lowered your hand and gripped her massive hips before spanking her hard. “Such naughty behavior, dear. I think I'll need to teach you a lesson in manners.”
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  83. “Strip. I don't want to cuddle in clothing,” Rarity commanded.
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  85. You did as you were told, nearly ripping off your clothes to press your body against hers. “My, you ARE happy to see me as such a piggy.” Rarity cooed as she felt you press into her jiggling stomach.
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  87. “On the bed. I want you in the prime position to get a piece of all this.” Rarity pushed you onto the bed, smirking as you lay flat on your back. Without warning, Rarity stretched out her arms and jumped on top of you.
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  89. The wind was knocked out of you as hundreds of pounds of marshmallow fat crashed into you. Her warm rolls spread out all over your body and most importantly, swallowed up your cock right into her navel. Both of you moaned as Rarity felt you inching deeper and deeper in her belly button. “Hnnff...right there. I can feel you...so deep.”
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  91. “You love my body? My big, fat, obese belly? Prove it.” Rarity dared as she smothered your face with her tits. Your hands reached out and gave both of her huge cheeks a slap before gripping her fat and pulling yourself deeper into her folds and navel.
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  93. Rarity whimpered as her stomach shifted between her thighs, grinding against her soaked pussy. “Oh goodness....yes yes yes YES! Just like that!” She begged, using her magic to toy with her clit.
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  95. A giant ripple bounced along her body with your first thrust. The massive marshmallow moaned as she felt her body smack against itself while you pumped inside her belly. “Oh yes! Marvelous! Keep going!” Rarity begged. Her body began to heat up with every wobble, causing her to sweat all over you and soak the sheets as you continued to slam your hips into her doughy tum.
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  97. Your fingers gripped around the strings of her panties and tugged. The poor, worn fabric was more like a thong as her ass devoured it deep into her crack. You puled and pulled, gasping into her soft flesh as you snapped the weak panties off her rear. Rarity pulled them from you and gave them a victory twirl as you finally bottomed out in her navel. “There! RIGHT THERE!” Rarity screamed as her horn light up even brighter.
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  99. Her heavy body, the massive rippling, all the soft fat smothering every inch of you. It was all so much. A glob of pre splashed inside her navel, making Rarity shudder and ripple. “Cum for me! Cum inside my big, fat tummy. Am I too small? I'll...I'll get bigger!” Rarity's magic fetched another tub of ice cream from the freezer and placed it between her jiggling tits. Her face dove right into the carton, slurping and licking up all she could to grow for you.
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  101. It felt as if her tummy WAS growing. Ever little slurp rang through your ears, triggering you into imagining her even bigger, even fatter by the second. It was too much, forcing massive, thick spurts into her navel. Rarity moaned, whimpered and cooed as she continued stuffing herself long after you had calmed down. “That...was hot....” Rarity panted as she let the empty tub fall the the floor.
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  103. “Speaking of hot...could you maybe roll off me?” You asked. You couldn't tell whose sweat was whose anymore as Rarity's warm flab continued to smother you.
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  106. “Rarity? Rarity!” Your calls were in vain as the massive marshmallow was already sound asleep. It was a struggle, but you managed to get comfortable even as Rarity forced you to take such shallow breaths. You managed one last squeeze of her ass before closing your eyes and falling into an exhausted slumber.
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  108. It was impossible to tell what woke you up the next day. A nice, soft kiss on your face is what stirred you from your dreams. The loud, ominous gurgle of a hungry tummy snapped your eyes open. Panic filled you for a moment as you tried to roll out of bed but found yourself completely trapped. Rarity's chubby cheeks bounced as she giggled at your worried response. “Good morning, Dear. Have a good time last night?”
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  110. You blushed as a hand gripped into Rarity's soft ass while she continued to pepper your face with soft kisses. “Do you think we should try the gym again? Or perhaps we should stay here and enjoy a lazy morning?” You asked your big, flabby wife.
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  112. Rarity teased as she pinched her belly, tightening her grip on your hard cock. “Hmmm. Something hard and throbbing tells me we should stay right here.”
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  114. “As much as I would love to, I can't feel my legs, baby. Maybe we could get up for breakfast?” Rarity giggled again as she levitated the last bucket of ice cream into the bedroom. “Why leave? I have all the breakfast I need right here.” Rarity smiled as she slowly licked the top of the container before pressing her tongue into the slightly melted treat.
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  116. She was growing again. Becoming softer and flabbier with every lick. You weakly bucked your hips forward, shuddering as your cum was still warm inside her navel. “Oh, THAT'S what momma wants to feel. If you cum quick, I might just roll off you...so you can start on second breakfast.” Rarity planted a sugary, sticky kiss on your cheek before resuming her hedonistic gluttony. You pumped and shoved, making sure to enjoy every inch of her body and every second of her growth.
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  118. It didn't take long for another round of cum to spill inside Rarity's belly button. “Ah, that's more like it, you sexy stud. I'll be more than enough of a workout for the rest of your life.” The massive mare finally freed you from under her weight, jiggling all the while before pulling herself onto her feet.
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  120. “I'll clean up all this naughty mess while you get cooking. Don't keep me waiting long or else I might just put on some clothes.” Rarity gave her rump a little spank before heading off to the bathroom...and getting stuck in the bathroom door.
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  122. “Darling! A little help, please?!”

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