Immobilized Marshmallow

 

“Oh Anonymous, darling, you're such a gentlecolt to take me out for our anniversary. You're such a charmer.” Rarity tittered as she walked beside you. She couldn't help but lean over and rub her nose against yours. “I can't believe it's been a whole year already.”

 

“I can't believe I remembered.” You replied. It was a lie, of course. Rarity was the most beautiful mare in Ponyville in your eyes and to disappoint her was a sin. There was a little notepad sitting in your house with all the important dates and details meticulously written down to make sure everything was perfect.

 

The temperature was dropping as the sun began to set on Ponyville. Perfect time for a romantic dinner. You stopped at the food district of Ponyville and waved a foreleg at all the wonderful restaurants. “Your pick, my perfect gem. Wherever you'd like to go tonight.”

 

Rarity didn't hesitate. “Haystacks Grill. I'm dying for a seared cut of hay and fries tonight.”

 

It didn't take long to get seated. Everything on the menu looked so wonderful. “So, what looks good? Should we split an appetizer before the meal? How about dessert?”

 

“It all looks so good, darling. I almost wish we could order it all.” Rarity groaned from her side of the table.

 

“Same. I went light on lunch to make sure I could enjoy dinner.” You replied.

 

You stared at the menu for a moment before realizing something felt off. Peeking over your menu, you could see Rarity tapping the table with her hoof. “Hey...what's wrong?”

 

“Wrong? Nothing's wrong...” Rarity said.

 

“Something's on your mind. I know what all that hoof tapping is about.” You grinned as Rarity yanked her hoof off the table.

 

“Well....Anonymous...I do have a little something on my mind but it's...embarrassing.” Rarity took a deep breath and put her menu down.

 

Oh jeez. This was going to be something big. Is she about to go into heat? Did her parents drop off Sweetie Belle again unannounced? A bad showing of a new line of dresses failed?

 

“Anon, we've been together now for a year. Certainly a long time and yet just a grain of sand in the hourglass of eternity. There are things I wish to confide in you and I do believe you're the stallion to talk to about certain...desires I've had since I was just a small filly looking for my place in the world.

 

Would it be terribly rude if I shared a...naughty little secret with you?” Rarity's cool and collected demeanor had faded. She was biting her bottom lip and a small line of sweat was dripping down her face.

 

“Rarity, you're my marefriend. If there's anything you want to tell me, please be open about it. I wont ever think any less of my gorgeous gal.” You replied.

 

Your words calmed the nervous unicorn. She took another breath and puffed out her chest for a moment. “Nonny...I think it's time to tell you I have a bit of a fetish for a particular body shape.”

 

You couldn't stop your eyebrow from raising a little. Where was this coming from?

 

“I must confess...all my life, I've been searching for the perfect stallion to share my life with...who would help me gain weight. My mother has always been a wonderful inspiration for the sort of true confidence a lady should have no matter what shape she is. No matter how heavy she became from the side effects of being a mother to two foals, she always walked her path in life with pride.” Rarity confessed.

 

“As a filly, I would sneak into my mother's closet, put on her dresses and stuff them with pillows to try and emulate her size and shape. When I could make my own dresses, it was something I entertained as a foal when I could and I did it quite often when I moved into the boutique.

 

I've always talked about a prince charming to sweep my off my hooves and take care of me. What I keep to myself is the part where he fattens me up to incredible sizes and worships every pound I gain.” Rarity was blushing hard as she finished her sentence.

 

“So...do you see me as this prince charming you've invented for yourself?” You asked. “The stallion that encourages this lifestyle?”

 

“Oh darling, I do. At the very least, I trust you with this deep, dark secret of mine. We can just...bury it together and forget I ever said anything.” Rarity sighed.

 

A bigger Rarity. Softer. As soft as a marshmallow and squishy as a pillow. More beautiful face to kiss. More to admire...more of that soft, jiggly rump of hers. You couldn't lie to yourself. Every time you were over to visit with Rarity's parents, there was a moment or two where your eyes lingered at Cookie Crumbles and her plump, curvy body.

 

“Well, that depends...How big are you aiming for?” You asked

 

Rarity stared at you for a moment. “...You're serious, aren't you? You'd really be okay with it?”

 

“I want my precious gem to be happy. If some extra pounds makes her happy, who am I to stop her? Besides, I'm sure there would be a lot more to play with in the bedroom if certain assets get bigger.” You teased.

 

Rarity jumped out of her seat and nearly tackled you with a hug. “Oh Anonymous, you're such a sweetheart! You promise you don't mind at all?”

 

“Of course not. We can worry about the little things later. For now, lets just focus on having a little bit of fun...starting right now.”

 

“Now? Here? In public?” Rarity bit her bottom lip.

 

“Ponies are gonna see you bloating up sooner or later. Can't get cold hooves now.” You said.

 

“You're right. We can certainly try it tonight. It's a celebration, after all.” Rarity smiled.

 

The waitress came over and grabbed her note pad. “Ready to order?”

 

“Yes ma'am. We need an order of fried pickles, a plate of potato skins, a hayhouse cut steak platter and a hay bacon burger for my mare and I'll have a manehatten strip hay steak.” You said with confidence.

 

Rarity's jaw dropped. “That...That's a LOT of food, Anon!”

 

“Think about how fat you'll get gobbling it all up for me. Be a good girl and eat it all and there will be dessert and belly rubs for you.” You replied.

 

Rarity had to bite her hoof. “Uhhfff...hufff....You're so mean, Anon! Doing this to me so soon...” No matter how hard she tried to seem upset, Rarity was squirming on her side of the table. She wanted it bad.

 

The appetizers didn't take long. As soon as the waitress left your table, you moved your chair next to Rarity. “Only the best for my mare. Open wide.” You said as you picked up a greasy, fried pickle.

 

You laid it upon Rarity's tongue and watched her swallow it with ease. It became a quick rhythm between you. Rarity opened her mouth and you offered a morsel. The appetizers went by fast even with just one pony devouring them all.

 

“Oh darling...I hate to admit that I'm feeling a little full already.” Rarity said quietly.

 

“We have all night. Don't worry about anything but enjoying your food, okay?” You said.

 

When the meals arrived, they barely fit on your table. Rarity stared at the feast before her with a look of excited fear. Slowly, you ate your own meal to give Rarity a chance to rest before heading back to her side of the table.

 

“Here we go. Small bites. We'll get it all down and then go back to the boutique and sleep it all off into sexy, jiggly curves. Open wide.” You offered the first bit of hay and Rarity happily accepted.

 

True to your word, you slowly fed it all to your loving marefriend. You both watched in awe as her slim tummy bloated up with every bite. It bulged outwards in a sexy, obscene fashion as her perfect white coat struggled to cover her skin. You were nearly done feeding her just the steak and her stomach was nearly touching her hind legs.

 

“Goodness...I'm so incredibly full, Darling.” Rarity groaned. She was desperately rubbing her stomach trying to kick start any sort of digestion.

 

“Should we stop? I don't want you to get sick, dear.” You asked.

 

“No....no we must press on! It has been my dream for so long...” You watched as Rarity slowly eased her hooves down her belly and slipped one between her thighs.

 

More little bites for the burger. A sip of soda to help it all down. Some force on her tummy to coax out a belch. Rarity was doing a fantastic job. She was moaning between bites as her hoof was rubbing in tight little circles under her belly. It was so hot to watch her grow bigger and bigger. You were thankful the table was hiding your growing erection as she ate.

 

“All gone! How are you feeling, Rarity?” You asked.

 

Her response was a belch right in your face. “Never better.” She huffed, chest barely expanding with every breath. Rarity was stuffed beyond belief. Her stomach was tight as a drum and there was no way she could eat another bite.

 

You made sure Rarity was decent and not in a horny food coma when the waitress came back with your bill. You ordered a slice of apple pie to go and left a huge tip for the staff. It took another ten minutes of belly rubs and coaxing to get Rarity to her hooves and even longer to get home. The apple pie was Rarity's final treat for the night. Your final treat was her thighs crushing your head as you gave her a lewd reward for every bite of that pie.

 

Rarity had always insisted on keeping her pantry stocked with healthy meals and very little to snack on. Sure, she had a tub of ice cream in the back of the freezer but that was reserved for treats and special occasions. It soon became apparent why Rarity kept to such a strict diet after she admitted her kinky, little secret

 

Meals changed, snack habits changed, everything changed after that night. You had always approached Rarity with the grace and civility a princess like her deserved. Now, you were rushing over to fondle her stomach and call her sweet little names and shove something fattening in her mouth. You were quick to pick up on what snacks she loved the most and made sure they were in every room of her house to keep her eating on impulse.

 

Of course, sometimes it was nice to have a hooves on approach to it. You snuck into Rarity's study to see her hard at work...on demolishing a rather large bag of chips. Her hooves were hard at work stuffing her face while her magic did all the heavy lifting. You waited until she set down her quill and turned her attention to her bag of chips.

 

“Drat, am I out again? I could have sworn the bag was full just a moment ago.” Rarity complained to herself.

 

“Then perhaps I could be of assistance? I thought you might need a little snack.” You said. You grinned wide as you revealed a giant box of macarons, bon bons, chocolate dipped strawberries and bite sized cakes along with a gallon of milk.

 

“Anonymous! You scandalous stallion, how long have you been standing there?” Rarity asked.

 

“Long enough to know my chubby marshmallow needs more food.” You approached the desk and looked over at Rarity's work. “Hmm...looks fancy. It would be more fancy if it didn't have chip crumbs all over it.” You teased.

 

“Hey, I'm pulling a double shift! I'm paying the bills here and getting bigger for YOU as well.” Rarity said with a huff.

 

“Not JUST me. The way you obsess over every new pound is all you, not me.” You mused. “Oh ho ho, is that your tummy measurements I see?”

 

You snatched up a small slip of paper from the desk. Rarity leaped out of her chair to retrieve it. “No! Give it back! It's nothing!”

 

“Solus the fifth, belly size waking up, fourteen inches. Belly size after breakfast, sixteen inches. Belly size after lunch, seventeen inches...nah, you're so tracking every moment of your gaining, Rarity.”

 

Your marefriend puffed out her cheeks. “S-So what? A lady can't indulge in her sexual fantasy?”

 

“I think it's just as hot. Maybe you should let me do it sometime.” You said.

 

Rarity blushed. “Perhaps...you spoil me so much that you should see the benefits yourself. Maybe we could keep a journal of my size...oh my gosh, why haven't I bought a scale yet? Ohhhh, I wont know my starting weight! The whole idea is RUINED!”

 

“The only thing we need to ruin is that once petite waistline. You need a break from work anyway. Come on, lets have a snack.”

 

“There wont be any of this We business. All of that is for me and me alone! I've still got plenty of room for more.” Rarity boasted.

 

You pulled Rarity away from the desk and insisted she lay upon her chaise lounge. As she laid down, you could see a few instances of her new, chubby pudge squishing against the comfortable couch. A small testament to how serious she's been to gaining weight and a sign of how much more was to come.

 

“What do you want first, my adorable piggy?” You asked.

 

Rarity blushed. “The strawberries. Let us be a little romantic with this before you start stuffing me like...like the pig I am...”

 

You obliged her request. Slowly, you grabbed the first strawberry and held it out for her. A gentle press against her lips was her signal to open up. The first bite was small, but delicious. Rarity couldn't help but moan as the sweet chocolate filled her mouth. Another bite, bigger this time. She was hungry for it.

 

The last bite was put into your mouth instead. You pressed your lips to hers and forced the last little morsel into her mouth. Rarity moaned louder this time, surprised by your passion dominating the exchange. You pulled away as you ran out of breath, panting as you grabbed another strawberry.

 

“Darling, this is exactly how I envisioned it in my head. It's perfect...you're perfect.” Rarity egged you on. You made sure not to give in too fast, keeping things slow and meaningful. A light kiss on her neck, a tiny bit more force to feeding her every other bite, a little tummy rub after the last bite. She was your entire world right now and you enjoyed every moment.

 

Finally, the last strawberry was in her mouth. The need to snack had returned in full force, prompting Rarity to steal the entire morsel from you and gobble it down with a single bite. “Mmm, as wonderful as that was, Anon...I'm still feeling peckish. Can we go a little faster with the next box?”

 

You opened the container of macarons and grabbed one with a hoof. The light, airy cookie was placed straight into Rarity's mouth. No foreplay, no teasing. The goal was now to fill her chubby tummy and make it grow. One cookie disappeared, followed by a second and a third. Rarity licked her lips in approval as one sleeve of the cookies had been stuffed into her tummy.

 

“More, Anon. Give me more!” Rarity begged. You were all too eager to comply and began shoving two macarons in her mouth at a time. There was a small moment where her cheeks bulged outward before she chewed and gulped them down. It was a sexy look for your soft marshmallow and you needed to see more of it.

 

It didn't take long for Rarity to finish the macarons. You watched her magic grab the gallon of milk and ease it to her lips. It was quite the show to watch her chug a healthy portion of the milk and see her tummy expand with every gulp.

 

“Ready for the bon bons, my chubby mare?” You asked. The chocolates glistened in your hoof, ready for their fattening trip into Rarity's stomach. Her response was to open her mouth as wide as she could, allowing you to shove as many as you could into her mouth. The soft chocolate and fluffy filling were easy to swallow down, allowing you to shove more and more down Rarity's throat.

 

Another quick sip of milk and Rarity was ready for the hoof sized cakes. Nothing more but a bite or two of sweet confection and icing but they looked amazing all the same. You couldn't resist smearing a bit of icing upon Rarity's lips and snout like the pig she was.

 

“Goodness...I'm starting to feel full, Anon. My poor tummy is as tight as a drum. Could you be a wonderful stallion and rub my belly while I eat?” Rarity begged.

 

You were happy to oblige. One hoof continued to slowly feed your cute, soft marefriend while the other soothed her bloated tummy. You could feel how full she was immediately. Slow, delicate circles moved up and down her stomach. The top of her gut was tight and springy to the touch while the underside was still soft and jiggly. It was a dance of light, caressing touches mixed with the lovely squish of soft, white blubber.

 

Rarity was panting and moaning with each bite. The act of being so full had finally pushed her to playing with her pussy as she ate. Even while so full, her bites were gigantic. The build up was finally paying off as so many things came together at once, figuratively and literally.

 

The last cake was shoved down Rarity's throat and a moment later, her body tensed up. She moaned loudly through her forced bite and struggled to swallow. As the last of the sugar hit her tummy, Rarity went limp. Her belly and chest heaved with each breath she struggled to take. “Muh....Milk...please. It feels like a cotton candy desert in my mouth, darling.”

 

You eased Rarity so she could sit up and sip. Slowly, she drank at the gallon container until there was nothing left. Her belly gurgled and roared with every gulp, struggling to find more room inside her tightly packed stomach. Without a word, you rushed to resume rubbing her immense gut. The room was mostly quiet with the silence only broken from Rarity's huffing and panting and her noisy, sloshing gut.

 

“I'm...going to get so fat, aren't I?” Rarity finally broke the silence.

 

“Incredibly fat. We're both working so hard to turn you into a gigantic mare. You're doing so well, sweetie.” You said.

 

“The tape measure...please. Go get it from the desk. I must know...” Rarity begged.

 

“In a little while, dear. I'm busy with something far more important.” You continued to knead and press into her belly. There was movement happening under your hooves and it was building to something. Slowly, your hooves rose from the underside of her stomach to the top. You could sense Rarity felt it too as her body tensed up once more.

 

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPP

 

A huge bubble of air was released from Rarity's gut, filling the room with a loud, echoing belch. Rarity blushed hard as she struggled to contain herself. “GOODNESS! I certainly didn't mean to make it sound so...crass and rude.”

 

“It sure was...” You said. You couldn't help but bite your lip in arousal from such a display. Satisfied with your work, you grabbed the tape measure and carefully wrapped it around Rarity's bloated stomach.

 

“Twenty two inches. Not bad for a small snack.” You teased.

 

“Mmmmm yesssssss. I'm so huge and only getting bigger.” Rarity moaned. “How much bigger am I going to get?”

 

“Huge. Big enough that ponies can't comprehend how big you are. They won't believe it until they see your gigantic belly and titanic ass.” You teased.

 

“Big enough to break the bed?” Rarity asked.

 

“Bigger.”

 

“Big enough to become your bed?” Rarity begged.

 

“Bigger than that!” You replied.

 

“So impossibly big and yours to do whatever you want.” Rarity flashed you a knowing smirk. “I know that isn't your hoof jabbing into my belly, you know.”

 

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.” You teased.

 

“You know the rule. No naughty business in the office. Can't be making a mess on fabric for my clients.” Rarity warned you.

 

“Food crumbs are fine, though?”

 

“Hah. Not really, but I can keep the crumbs on my desk at the very least.”

 

After a few moments of you idly rubbing her belly, Rarity put her hooves on top of yours and grinned. “Anonymous...would it be a little surprising that I suddenly have room for more? All that talk and your expert hooves have stirred my appetite. Perhaps not quite dinner but do you have any more snacks?”

 

“Of course I do, my massive, fatty piggy.” You gave your mare a kiss, then moved down to smooch her sexy tummy. A moment later you were back with more sweets and more milk. Anything for your mare.

 

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Days began to blur into weeks and further into months. Six months of constant feedings. Six months of intense spoiling. Six months of recording every new inch and pound on Rarity's body. It had been a dream come true and there was no end in sight.

 

You were both overjoyed at her progress. Not only had she grown into a lovely, soft cow but her stomach capacity had been expanding a little more every week. Her weight gain was skyrocketing from it and just thinking about it aroused you to no end.

 

The thought of forcing Rarity to eat even more had been bouncing around in your head all day. You bought a large cake from Sugarcube Corner after work. A little surprise after dinner and dessert. Hopefully she could finish it all. If not, there would be plenty of dessert for tomorrow.

 

You hoped Rarity was busy in her study as you walked into the boutique. There should be enough space for the cake in the refrigerator and as long as you kept Rarity out of the kitchen while you cooked dinner, the surprise wouldn't be ruined.

 

Rarity was nowhere to be seen. Perfect timing. You rushed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to keep the cake cool only to find the ingredients for dinner missing...and in their place, a cake from Sugarcube Corner.

 

“Darliiiing...just what are you doing with that EXTRA cake in your hooves? You wouldn't be thinking of feeding it to your overweight marefriend, would you?”

 

Rarity's voice echoed from down the hall. You leaned over to peek past the refrigerator and your jaw dropped. Standing in the hallway was your adorable, fat marefriend absolutely stuffed into the sexiest pair of black lingerie you had ever seen.

 

The leggings had been altered to accommodate her soft, plump forelegs and thighs. Thin straps struggled to stretch across her fat, wobbling flanks to keep her hind leggings in place. A pair of black panties were stretched around her fat ass, buried deep in her vast, white butt crack. There had been an attempt to add a corset as a final touch but Rarity's giant, wobbly belly had refused to be tamed by the leather and lace. It clung to the sides of her tummy, untied to let her gelatinous gut wobble and bounce with every breath.

 

“Speechless? Good. It means everything is perfect.” Rarity smirked. She struck a pose and let her body wobble about.

 

“Y-Yeah. Absolutely perfect. A-Are you ready for dinner?” You asked.

 

“Anon, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I was absolutely famished! I made myself dinner already and it was delightful.” Rarity said. She gave her tummy a loving pat.

 

“However...I was planning to surprise you with a massive dessert on the six month anniversary of our journey to making me the biggest mare in Ponyville...and it looks like you had the same idea.”

 

“I might have...” You replied. Suddenly it all came back to you. The whole reason you wanted to cook a big dinner for her was because of the anniversary. At least your cake was supposed to be the cherry on top and not a greedy, lust filled afterthought from being horny all day.

 

“Bring both cakes to the bedroom, Darling. You had such a big meal prepared but I'm still feeling peckish...” Rarity teased before turning around and heading to her bedroom. Her rump bounced and wobbled hard with each step, making you drool in appreciation of your combined work.

 

You balanced both cakes upon your back as you trotted behind your soft, flabby marshmallow. There was a sudden pause as Rarity walked through the door frame. “Darling...look. Look at how HUGE I am!”

 

Both of her flanks were touching the sides of the door frame. Your eyes widened as Rarity walked forward and a bit of her pudge bunched against the frame in the sexiest squish of flab you had ever seen.

 

“I'm almost too big to be waddling around this boutique. It's so exciting, isn't it?” Rarity's horn glowed as she grabbed the cakes from your back and placed them on the bed. “Come now, Anon. Gently...push me through.”

 

You put your hooves on her soft cheeks and gave Rarity a little push. She easily slipped through the door frame. It had all been a tiny ruse on her part but the role play had done its job. You were so hard and needy, about to leak precum on the floor from how worked up you were.

 

Rarity walked over to her full body mirror and stared at herself. “Look at me. I've become so beautiful and soft.”

 

“No, you just became soft. You were always beautiful. The added marshmallow is a bonus.” You said.

 

“Oh Anonymous, you're such a gentlecolt. You know what a mare loves to hear.” Rarity replied. She giggled as you wrapped your arms around as much of her marshmallow fluff as you could.

 

“I wonder...how big will we actually take this...” Rarity mused to herself. “I know it's exhilarating to think about how much I've gained but can we really keep this up? When will it be too much for you or I to handle?”

 

You leaned in and gave her a kiss. “I don't think its a problem. We'll just find a solution to whatever is in our way and keep going.”

 

“Really? I'm a month of steady gaining away from not being able to wiggle through the doorways or even leave the boutique. The bed makes such dreadful noises when I sit on it and...there's always the possibility we might not enjoy it if we keep going.”

 

You moved over and kissed Rarity as passionately as you could. Once you felt her tension melt away, you pulled yourself away from her. “Rarity, I love you. I love you more than the world. I'm here for every moment, the good and the bad. I promise, any problem we go up against, we do it together.”

 

“...So...if I said Immobile Rarity, it wouldn't phase you?” She asked.

 

“Nope. It just means more of you to love, right?”

 

“Mm, yesssss. I love the way you think, Darling.” Rarity hissed. “More of all this just for you.” She rotated on the spot, making sure to get her belly and rump jiggling and bouncing with each step.

 

Rarity turns to the bed and makes a show of approaching it. The air fills with the soft clap of her huge cheeks bouncing against each other. It was refined and practiced to get the most arousal out of you and it was working wonders.

 

It was also a show of attempting to get up on the bed. A little of it was actual trouble getting onto the bed from her huge size. The bed did make a wary groan as her full weight was pressed against the mattress and the frame. Slowly, she wiggled over to where she had placed the two cakes and yanked off the plastic cover for both of them.

 

“Well Darling, its time to dig in.” She accentuated her point in two ways. One, by shoving her muzzle deep into the closest cake and taking a massive bite. Two, by giving her huge ass a shake, making it clap over and over as a welcome invitation.

 

“Don't mind if I do.” You say. You hop up on the bed much easier than Rarity yet the bed continues to groan under all the weight. Rarity moans through her greedy bites as she feels your hooves on her soft rump. You trail little circles over her much wider cutie marks for a moment before pushing into her cheeks and slowly spreading them apart.

 

These weren't panties. Panties would have covered SOMETHING. Rarity had made herself a skimpy black thong that refused to hide anything. The thin strip of black cloth was soaked from her winking pussy and her clit was slightly bulging out the cloth. Her fat pussy lips and butt hole were set to swallow up the meager amount of fabric not so carefully draped over her privates.

 

Her moans were getting louder and louder. Rarity wanted you bad. You wanted her bad. It was all too much. You pushed aside the pathetic strip of cloth with your hoof and in one easy thrust, completely hilted yourself into the pussy of your fat cow of a marefriend.

 

“You're so fat.” You said. You took a moment to rub her cheeks with your hoof before giving her a hard spank right on her cutie marks. Her ass wobbled and rippled from the impact, making Rarity moan even louder. She was gripping your cock hard now. Maybe even on the edge of climax already.

 

“You're gonna get ever fatter, too.” Another tease prompted her to moan once more. It was time to thrust. “I'm going to make you so fat. You wont be able to control yourself.” Another thrust.

 

“It wont take long to get you stuck in every door way.” Thrust.

 

“I'll personally make sure that gut of yours touches the floor with hundreds of pounds of flab.” Thrust.

 

“Another week of feeding tops and you'll shatter this bed. You'll be our new bed, cow.” Thrust.

 

“Bigger and bigger until you can't move. Bigger until all you can think of is food. Bigger until you're a mindless, eating all day, fucking all night blob!” Thrust.

 

Rarity couldn't eat another bite. She was too busy cumming her brains out. Her screams of pleasure were the sign it was time to finish up. You began slamming and thrusting her pussy as hard and as fast as you could. Her whole body wobbled like gelatin, making the bed frame scream for mercy as you brought it to the edge of shattering.

 

You turned to look at the full length mirror nearby. There, you could see Rarity's happy smile underneath all the cake crumbs and icing. You could see yourself balls deep in your loving marefriend. You could see every jiggle, ripple and wobble as you bred your cow.

 

It was time. You pushed yourself in as deep as you could and came hard. Rarity moaned again, pussy clamping down upon you tight. Even her pussy was hungry for everything you had to offer. You rode the high as long as you could before easing yourself down onto Rarity's soft, fat buns.

 

“Anon....oh my goodness...” Rarity moaned. Her body heaved about as she struggled to regain her breath. “That was so wonderful...when can we go again? Please? Pretty please? I can't enjoy my dessert unless my big, strong stallion and his fat cock are pleasing me all night.”

 

It was going to be a long, soft, fattening night and there was nowhere else you ever wanted to be...

 

A mental roadblock had been lifted between the two of you. Any doubts of what you had been doing had finally been cast aside. What had once been a quiet affair had turned into a massive, jiggling display of public affection and food. Rarity demanded that the population of Ponyville see her every curve and be witness to every pound she gained.

 

You were taking snacks with you wherever you went and always ready to offer them to your wonderful marshmallow. Going anywhere also meant detours to the various restaurants for a meal or two to temporarily sate the bottomless stomach you both had curated.

 

The new attitude was certainly turning heads. Mares watched in envy as they watched Rarity be spoiled like Princess Celestia. Stallions were hypnotized by Rarity's wide curves and massive rear. You were so proud of the fact that her pillowy cheeks had begun to clap together when you went on your walks together.

 

Attention you sought. Attention you got. It had been a few days since you had offered a real feast to your love and you were out to bankrupt the local stalls of their snacks, sweets and produce. You had rushed through the back door to put away the groceries when you heard Rarity's voice coming from her studio.

 

“Just a client.” You mused. As you finished putting everything away, you heard a few different voices call out. “Multiple clients? Who is Rarity talking to?”

 

You silently walked to Rarity's studio to take a peek. Inside was the princess of friendship, Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of Rarity's closest friends. “Rarity, we're just a little...concerned. You've been putting on a LOT of weight, recently.” Twilight Sparkle said.

 

“Yes, and your point?” Rarity replied. She shifted her weight on the two stools she was sitting on to turn towards her friends. “I'm the happiest I've ever been, girls. I'm finally living the way I always dreamed.”

 

“Rares...I dunno how to say this but Ah never assumed your happily ever after with the prince of yer dreams meant...this.” Applejack interjected.

 

“Yeah! I mean, I know the whole thing is bagging a guy and letting yourself go but don't you think this is too much?” Rainbow Dash asked.

 

“I can certainly see where all those rush orders for Carousel Boutique have been going!” Pinkie Pie giggled to herself.

 

“Is this...healthy?” Fluttershy seemed to whisper to your marefriend.

 

“Oh Fluttershy, I've been taking monthly trips to the hospital to make sure everything is fine. The doctors have been a little rude about it but I'm perfectly fine. Ponies are actually quite good at holding onto weight like this with no repercussions.” Rarity said.

 

“Rarity...y'all are sittin' on two stools at the moment. Ah dunno how you walk around town with all that weight. Aren't ya worried about any of this?” Applejack asked.

 

“Absolutely not!” Rarity said with a smile. “Girls, this has been my dream! I have a wonderful stallion to take care of me and he loves me with all his heart. He loves the way I smile, the way I talk, the way I curl my mane. He loves every inch of me.”

 

“That's a LOT of inches. He's always the one placing the orders at the bakery to grow your bakery buns. Was it his idea?” Pinkie Pie asked.

 

“It was a mutual decision, darling.” Rarity replied. “He enjoys it, I enjoy it, there's nothing more to say.”

 

“...Does he really?” Rainbow Dash asked. Her voice had lost a bit of the confidence and bravado as her eyes began scanning Rarity's body.

 

“Rainbow, you should see the way he looks at me. The way he behaves when I'm in the room. He treats me like a princess and spoils me for anything I could ever want.” Rarity leaned back and let her belly pool onto her hind legs. “The belly rubs I get whether I've been stuffed like a pig all night or if he's just being affectionate are divine! He ordered this fancy coat and skin oil a few weeks ago and it makes my whole body tingle!”

 

“O-Oh...” Rainbow Dash muttered to herself.

 

“It's not all he likes...” Rarity said. She leaned forward and fell onto her hooves before turning around. She gave her tail a little swish before striking a pose that made her butt stick out. “He absolutely loves all this marshmallow fluff back here. Its not ladylike to kiss and tell...but he becomes a feral animal in bed. I've lost count of how many times I scream his name when we get intimate...”

 

Everypony was blushing. Rarity took advantage of the silence and began jiggling her butt right in their faces. The soft sounds of her blubbery booty clapping together filled the air. “Everypony stares at it. Nopony dares to say it but they crave this. They wish they had what we had.”

 

“W-Well...as your friends, we just wanted to make sure everything was fine.” Twilight Sparkle said. “You know we have your best interests in mind.”

 

“I know, dear. I do appreciate it but I'm fine. Come here, group hug.” Rarity insisted. Her friends piled up around the soft, while marshmallow and hugged her tight.

 

“Wow...y'all really do feel like a pillow, Rares.” Applejack said.

 

“Don't be shy. Give it a good squeeze.” Rarity teased.

 

“Okay!” Pinkie Pie was the first to start groping and hugging Rarity all over. “I don't think anypony is as soft as you, Rarity.”

 

Everypony surrounded Rarity except for Rainbow Dash. She was still blushing hard and couldn't bring herself to peer at Rarity being groped. The pegasus turned away and tried to leave, only to bump into you standing in the doorway.

 

“Hey girls, are you trying to take my job of spoiling my mare?” You teased.

 

“Oh....not at all.” Rainbow Dash interjected. She pushed past you and ran out of the boutique.

 

“Huh. I wonder what that was about.” Rarity mused. She turned to you and grinned. “There's my wonderful stallion. Did you get everything I asked for?”

 

“Yes, and some extra.” You revealed an eclair from behind your back and pushed it into Rarity's mouth. She moaned as she bit into the sweet snack and slurped out the cream with a lewd slurp. Everypony was blushing again as Rarity made a show of gobbling up the pastry while you kissed her neck.

 

“Any more questions, girls? I think Anon wants a little alone time.” Rarity said in a low, husky tone. A flurry of good byes later and it was just you and Rarity all alone.

 

“I'm glad your friends approve of us. I'd hate to have an enemy of the princess of friendship.” You joked.

 

Rarity giggled. “She just needed to see the facts that we're a loving couple. I don't think we'll have any more interruptions like that.”

 

“Here's hoping.” You said. You couldn't help yourself from kissing Rarity again and again. “Should I get started on dinner?”

 

“Hmmm...how about a quick snack first?” Rarity offered as she laid down on her tummy and wiggled her rump in your face.

 

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Two years. Two years ago, you bumped into Rarity as she was leaving the local spa and you gifted her another visit as an apology. Your kindness turned to friendship that went beyond to flirting and holding hooves. That small accident turned strangers into lovers and you deeply loved Rarity with all your heart.

 

It was time for the big surprise. You had known exactly what kind of ring you'd get your perfect mare. Most stallions would have thought to get the biggest gemstone and stick it on the flashiest, shiniest ring they could find. You knew that Rarity appreciated a “less is more” approach and picked out a lovely, modest ring with an amethyst gemstone. The perfect color to match her vibrant, purple mane.

 

Tonight was the night. You didn't spare any expense for this special occasion. You had everything you needed on hand. Expertly made hay steaks with tons of butter to baste them in, all the hay in the world for greasy double hayburgers with all the toppings you knew Rarity loved along with several bags of fries. Pre-ordered pizzas set to arrive every hour just in case you won't have enough to sate your enormous marefriend.

 

That wasn't all. You nearly bought out everything Sugarcube Corner had baked in the last six hours. All manner of sweets to aid in spoiling and fattening up Rarity for the next few days. It was going to be a lovely time and you couldn't wait to get started.

 

There was hardly any point of trying to be sneaky about the delivery from Sugarcube Corner. Rarity learned early that anytime you were using the back door, it was probably to haul in more food for her ever expanding body. Still, you did your best to move an entire bakery's worth of sweets into the boutique as quietly and as quickly as you could. Everything had to be perfect.

 

As you stacked the last box of cookies, a familiar voice echoed through the boutique. “Anonymous, darling? Is that you? Could you come to the bedroom, please?”

 

Dang it. Rarity might not have known your exact plans but it was foolish to assume she wouldn't remember the date. She must be trying to get in the mood early. You left the kitchen and walked to the bedroom only to be greeted by the most lovely sight you had ever seen.

 

Rarity didn't need you to come to the bedroom itself. She only needed you to come to the door frame. Rarity's face was full of panic as her lard coated hooves struggled to yank and tug herself forward to no avail. Her wide, pillowy hips, titanic rear and colossal tummy were all wedged tight into the door frame and no amount of huffing, pulling or magic was helping her get out.

 

“Thank goodness it's you, Darling! I've been trying to get unstuck for almost half an hour. I heard you open the back door so I wanted to get ready for tonight but...but...oh it's so arousing but at the same time, impossibly frustrating!” Rarity whined.

 

“It's okay. We'll just get you unstuck and then worry about things after. I'm gonna start shoving so let me know if something is pinched, okay?” You said.

 

Your hooves sank deep into her fat, flabby ass cheeks. Rarity couldn't stop herself from moaning just a little. “Here we go. One, two, three, SHOVE!” You called out.

 

The door frame groaned little by little as you slowly wiggled, shoved and crammed your marefriend through it. Rarity did her best to help with her magic where she could but just the effort of standing was wearing her out.

 

Drops of sweat were falling from Rarity's coat. The more you rubbed her thick, sweaty body against the frame, the easier it seemed to move her through. Finally, after a ton of struggling and shoving, Rarity slipped through and fell on her gigantic gut.

 

“Wahaha! I knew my big, strong stallion could get me through.” Rarity said through haggard breath. “Come here and let me kiss my wonderful coltfriend.”

 

You did as she asked, allowing her to plant a big kiss on your cheek and your lips. “My hero. We defeated the evil door frame!”

 

“A true showing of just how massive my mare has become. I guess we'll need to start planning on widening a few things around here that aren't your glorious butt.”

 

Rarity shook her head. “No need. Anon, look at me. I'm absolutely rubenesque. Thick, fat, wide, heavy, obese! A mare my size has no business doing anything but eating.”

 

The gigantic marshmallow struggled to stand on her hooves. “See? My blubber is pooling around my hooves more and more as the days go by. I can hardly waddle about. It's that time, Anonymous.”

 

You watched as Rarity huffed and wobbled her way to the center of the bedroom. Her bed had been “lowered” to the ground ages ago thanks to many wild nights of feeding and fucking. All that really remained was her extremely compressed mattress lying directly on the floor.

 

Rarity's mass slammed onto the ground with a loud thump. “This is it, Anonymous. Its clear to me that we've taken this too far and if we continue any longer...I'll be immobilized. Completely stuck in this spot...”

 

Her eyes began to water. “I've...so been looking forward to this moment...” She struggled to say.

 

It was time. You walked up to Rarity and gave her a wonderful kiss. You revealed the little box and opened it up. “Then lets make this the best moment of your life. Rarity, will you marry me?”

 

“YES! YESYESYESYESYES!” Rarity reached forward and pulled you into the softest hug you'd ever had. She practically squeezed the air out of your lungs before releasing you into an ocean of kisses. “Oh Anonymous, you really know how to spoil a mare on a special day.”

 

“How about I continue to spoil you and guarantee today is the day you never move from that spot again?” You said, grinning as wide as you could.

 

“Oh Darling...I'd love nothing more. I've been snacking all day to try and get to that goal myself but I'll always enjoy your helpful hooves.” Rarity purred. She teased your with a playful slap to her belly, making all her sexy flab wobble and ripple.

 

You shoved a huge portion of the sweets and pastries from Sugarcube Corner into the bedroom. Rarity could nibble on that with her magic while you cooked a proper meal for her and waited on the first round of pizzas.

 

The two of you worked in rhythm. You'd grill up a hay steak or a plate of hay burgers and simply place it in the hallway where Rarity could see it. Her magic would quickly scoop up the plate for her to enjoy and send any used plates back for more. The sounds of her munching and moaning were music to your ears as you kept serving up more and more food.

 

When you were satisfied Rarity wasn't going to starve for the night, you returned to the bedroom. Your marefrie....Your wife was busying herself with enough food to feed all of Ponyville and yet you knew it was never going to be enough. It was beautiful. It was all you ever needed. Your beautiful, obese, food stained blob of a wife and her gorgeous smile.

 

“Darling...there's one more thing you need to do to make this night special...” Rarity made a kissy face and winked at you. “Claim me as your wife. I need my stallion's big, fat cock and his endless love in me right now!”

 

You didn't need any more invitation than that. You moved behind Rarity and slipped between her heavy cheeks. Just the act alone was making you harder than you had ever been before in your life. Slowly, you pushed yourself forward, enjoying every little jiggle and wobble of blubbery flesh that pressed against you while your wife squirmed with anticipation.

 

There. After wading through a sea of sexy flab, you found exactly the right spots you were looking for. You didn't want to keep your wife waiting any longer. With one hard thrust, you solidified your marriage and your love for your sexy wife. Welcome to the rest of your wonderful life, stud. Your entire world is in this room and there's no reason to ever leave...oh wait, another pizza delivery is here.

 

Turns out the rest of your life is pretty awesome. Rarity went hard to work on two things after that day. One, making sure her stomach was constantly full and making her grow outwards with more marshmallow blubber. Two, ensuring that the Carousel Boutique lines branched out to all the other cities in Equestria successfully.

 

It was difficult and required you to do all of the legwork but Rarity's vision paved the way for easy street. Little shops began to pop up all over Equestria that soon became fashion juggernauts that made Carousel Boutique a household name. Months of endless hustle and toil had returned a lifetime of wealth. With big name clients all over Equestria buying from Rarity's shops, there was no worry for bits ever again. Neither of you would ever have to work for the rest of your lives.

 

The most you ever had to do was deliver letters for Rarity and maybe deal face to face with important connections in the comfort of your home. No pressure, no worry, no stress. All of your time could now be poured into the most important thing in life. Spoiling your immobile blimp of a wife and make sure she's happy.

 

With the success of Carousel Boutique, you hired a crew to help you with the little things around the house. Ponies to keep a steady supply of groceries in the house, a chef to cook whatever you two wanted, personal lines to all of Rarity's favorite restaurants so you could place big orders at a moment's notice.

 

There was no business to conduct today. After eating a little something for yourself, you gathered up the first of Rarity's many meals and headed towards the bedroom. The sight awaiting you never failed to make you smile.

 

Rarity had become truly massive. The months and months of feeding after your marriage had done wonders for her body. Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of flab and blubber coated her body from her immense cheeks and chins to her sunken, fat draped legs. Rarity had become an incredibly heavy, impossibly soft blob of a marshmallow mare.

 

Obese didn't even being to describe her. Fat was everywhere. Her face sat upon a sunken in neck layered with folds upon folds of blubber. Her body had swollen to impossible sizes, so close to touching the walls of her bedroom and turning it into rubble. Her ass was taller than three stallions standing on top of each other. If it wasn't for her bright, curly mane and tail, you'd mistake the gigantic pony for a giant blob of marshmallow fluff.

 

“Good morning Darling!” Rarity cooed as you entered her vision. “What's for first breakfast today?”

 

“French toast and hay bacon with plenty of syrup.” You replied. You carefully set your fattening payload nearby and began climbing up to your wife's face. “Hope you're hungry. It's a lot of food.” You teased

 

“When aren't I hungry, Anon? Please...feed me.” Rarity begged. She used her magic to levitate the food to your waiting hooves.

 

You were gentle at first. Careful to smear a bit of butter on each bite and a few drops of syrup. A strip of hay bacon to mix up the flavor pallete. The hunger in Rarity's face and her impossible to fill stomach begged for more. Soon, you were shoving the french toast whole into her mouth and using primitive funnels of bread to force her to chug bottle after bottle of syrup.

 

The bacon was smeared in butter. The butter sticks were wrapped with bacon. Anything you could do to make sure Rarity was getting fatter, you did with intense purpose. Rarity moaned and huffed with each bite, relishing in the hedonism of it all.

 

“Darling...please...” Rarity moaned after emptying a third bottle of syrup down her throat.

 

You knew that tone. That desperate, horny tone. Rarity's magic lifted you from her face and delicately placed you back on the floor. “You want it? I don't think you're needy enough for that so early in the moring.”

 

“Anon, please! I need to be filled from both ends! I simply wont be happy unless I can feel you back there doing your duty as my husband...”

 

“What duty is that?” You asked. “Beg for it.”

 

“Anon, I need you to fuck me! Fuck your big blob wife until I'm a mindless, blabbering, eating mess of sweat and cum and food stains!” Rarity whined. She used what little mobility she had as a blob and jiggled her body about. Her gigantic, room sized ass cheeks began to clap and wobble hard, making the windows rattle with every thunderous clap.

 

“Good mare. I'll give you everything you want and more.” You said with a grin. Slowly, you climbed up Rarity's hind end and slid between her soft cheeks. The pressure was intense as her blubber smothered you from every angle.

 

“Mmmm finally. Momma is finally gonna get some fun.” Rarity shuddered and moaned as you began thrusting forward. You let your cock guide you as you did your best to hot dog grind against Rarity's titanic ass.

 

You use Rarity's tail as a guide. As fun as it is to “swim” through an endless expanse of soft flab, it's nothing compared to your destination. The heat guides you. You can feel her arousal getting closer and closer.

 

There. You give Rarity's tail a tug and her moan echos through the bedroom. You can feel your tip pressing against her pussy. A little grinding and Rarity is already babbling through hurried bites of her food.

 

You're such a naughty tease. A little tail pulling and some grinding is all it takes to get Rarity nice and wet. She's dripping all over your cock. It's time. Slowly, you plunge yourself into your wife as you've done many, many times before. It's always so tight and pleasing on your cock. It doesn't take long to hilt yourself as deep as you can.

 

Rarity clamps down on your cock hard. She's doing her best to milk every last drop before you even start thrusting. You grab two, gigantic hooffuls of doughy ass and pull back as best you can before slamming deep into Rarity all over again. You watch as her blubber ripples from her ass cheeks, up her back, over her belly and towards her neck rolls. It's the most beautiful sight in Ponyville.

 

You thrust again. “Oh yes, Anon. Come on. I know you can make me jiggle harder than that!” Rarity demands. You feel her magic grab at your butt and push you in deeper.

 

“Fine, my horny, marshmallow slut. I'll go harder!” You cry out. You pull back as slowly as you can just to ram yourself forward as hard as you can. Rarity cries out in submissive bliss as you give her tail a good tug while you watch her body ripple once more.

 

Again and again, you use her tail for added leverage for your deep, powerful thrusts. Rarity's rolls wont stop jiggling about, constantly shifting and wobbling with your motions. Your free hoof roams what little expanse of her ass that you can grope, teasing her with more wobbles.

 

“My fat whale of a wife. Big blimpy marshmallow. How long do you think it'll take before you demolish your bedroom from your blubber?” You ask. Rarity's response is a mix between frenzied chewing and mindless gurgling as her brain shuts down from the thought.

 

“We'll have to build a new bedroom around you. A whole new area to house such a gigantic blob of a pony. I'll get feeding tanks installed so you can gulp down liquid chocolate mixed with butter to make you even fatter.” You taunted.

 

It was working like a charm. Rarity was clamping down on your cock as hard as she could. Climax was close for her already. “You'll jiggle more, weigh more, become an ocean of lard for me to play with and spoil. A mindless, always eating, always being fucked blob with no control over herself.”

 

Rarity screamed. Her pussy tensed up so hard that it hurt. You had to pull out completely for a moment before pushing your cock back in and pounding her as fast as you could. Her rolls and rippled clapped together, drowning out both of your moans until you reached your peak as well.

 

You could feel Rarity's magic weakly pushing at your body, struggling to keep you hilted as deep as you could. Every warm drop made Rarity twitch harder. The effort to concentrate on her magic was too much and the magical pressure left your skin. You didn't want to pull out, however. This is where you belonged. Right here with your gorgeous mare.

 

“Oh Anon...you become such an animal when you're horny.” Rarity managed to say through heavy breaths. “I love you so, so much.”

 

It really was all you ever needed. Life was perfect for you and Rarity.

 

 

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An elegant cloud house hovers high in the sky between Ponyville and Cloudsdale. Its owner carefully studies herself in the mirror. Toned. Slim. A perfect example of A Plus class Wonderbolt material. A completely different kind of specimen from a completely different world than the one Rarity had thrown herself into months and months ago.

 

Every mare would be jealous to be this fit, speedy Adonis of the Wonderbolts. Incredibly fast, in the best shape of her life and well suited to a lifetime of training, stardom and an easy life past retirement if everything goes well.

 

Yet this mare stares at her perfect, slim body in the mirror and frowns. It had been so long since Rainbow Dash had seen Rarity in person but the image of her body was burned into her memory forever. The soft, supple curves. The jiggly, wobbling form. The smile on her face as Rarity admitted to loving every moment of being obese and put every thought into being even fatter.

 

Rainbow Dash blushed every time she thought back to that day. How big was Rarity now? Probably twice as big. Maybe even bigger. Rainbow Dash knew she couldn't allow herself to see Rarity now, however big she might be. The temptation...

 

It gnawed at her so bad. Rainbow Dash had pushed herself to perfection in everything in life...yet it only caused her more trouble. Being the best cloud buster in Ponyville only meant more work. Being the hero of the town only meant lessons about friendship. Even her goal about being the best flier of the Wonderbolts came with the stipulation that she would be working hard every day only to be a lowly recruit.

 

Rainbow Dash was tired. Tired of trying so hard for nothing. She looked at all her hard work in the mirror and sighed. Rainbow Dash leaned forward onto her front hooves and slammed her weight backwards as hard as she could. Nothing. No wobbling, no heavy, sexy claps. She was too skinny. Too scrawny. Not sexy at all like Rarity.

 

The blue pegasus closed her eyes and concentrated. She tried again but imagined she was Rarity. Rainbow Dash could still remember the sound of Rarity's butt clapping hard that day. No...not Rarity's butt...HER butt.

 

Her big, blue butt. Huge, wobbly and clapping hard for all the stallions. Rainbow Dash kept wiggling her rear and imagined each time she leaned back on her hind legs, her body swelled up with flab all over. It was making her weak in the knees.

 

Slowly, a hoof reached between her legs. “I....I wanna be fat.” Rainbow Dash moaned. “I wanna be fat and sexy just like Rarity...with a cute tummy....big fat butt...and a stallion that'll let me...r...rui.....ruin myself just like Rarity!!!”

 

Rainbow Dash fell to the floor. The climax was still rocking her body and the high felt too good. Too good to be true. Soon, the post climax fog lifted and Rainbow Dash was regretting her words. She shouldn't say such things like that. There wont ever be another stallion like Rarity's husband ever again in Ponyville or Cloudsdale or any corner of Equestria...