Big Red Pone

>Be random pony who no one gives a crap about outside this fic
>Work at Donut Joe’s
>New flavor that Joe’s been practicing with
“I’ve been thinking about doing Apple-flavored things for a while now.”
>You admired Joe for a while now, but he’s taken
>He’s pleasantly plump, the best kind of stallion
>Oh how you wanted to ram him in his squishy ass
“Now where is that delivery? The Sweet Apple Acres people aren’t usually this late.”
“Sweet… Apple Acres?” you ask, mouth going dry.
“Yes. They’re sending the red one. What was his name…? Big Molotov? Something like that.”
>You’ve seen the big strong pony on a visit to Ponyville
>His shy but strong personality intrigues you, but he’s too muscly
“How often will he be delivering?” you ask, desperately
“Should be weekly or so. There he is now.” Joe points to the red stallion, who was opening the door.
>You gaze upon the hunk of muscled flesh, dreaming of how you were going to take this muscle and bloat it out to billowy fat

“Fresh delivery from Sweet Apple Acres.” The stoic red pony said, his sweet molasses drawl melting into the bakery like it belonged in the sweets.
>You knew you had to hook this one
>Go over to Big Mac and help him
>He looks visibly tired from the trip
“You look tired. Want anything? We got lots of things… heh.” You nervously chuckle.
“Mighty kind of ya to ask. Ahm terribly hungry, if ya have anything’.”
>You grab a Maple bar and a glass of milk
>Big Mac eats and becomes visibly enthralled
>Hook, line, and sinker
“These are real good, RPNOGACAOOTF. Ah could go for some more.”
>Donut Joe’s donuts are the best, but yours were more addictive
>Appetite enhancers enhanced by magic were always good tools of the trade
>Grab him more Maple Bars and Long Johns, at least a dozen in total
>He plows through them like they weren’t even there
>He is now visibly stuffed, looking satisfied
“That was mighty good. Ah could go for this every once in a while.” Big Mac said, lumbering out
>Donut Joe raises an eyebrow
“That’s coming out of your paycheck.”

>Several weeks pass
>Big Mac continues to make deliveries, while indulging himself in dozens of donuts and coffee
>Each time he is noticeably bigger
>His face rounds out, becoming plumper while retaining the strong jawline
>His legs become more trunk-like, while the joints visibly crease
>His butt sags a tiny bit, but it also visibly expand and it jiggles with each step
>His stomach, however, was the most impressive
>It was rounded out on the sides while still remaining firm, like a beer gut
>This week’s deliveries were an hour late
“Where is that MacIntosh? I need to start soon or the Apple Fritters will sell out too fast.” Joe wondered
>Heavy panting is heard at the door as a plump Big Mac enters, carrying the weeks’ supplies
>Insta-boner
“Sorry ahm a might late, but this carts been getting heavier all the time.”
“That’s not the only thing that’s heavier.” You mutter coyly.

>After unloading, you go over to an extremely out-of-breath MacIntosh
>Joe refused to supply you this time, but you prepared for this
>Purchased tons of sweets and meals for later
>Relay refusal to an extremely hungry Big Mac
“That’s a… shame. Ahm just so… hungry lately.”
“Well… If you stick around Canterlot, I can show you to my apartment. I’ve got food there.”
>That was incredibly shady sounding
>Fat MacIntosh couldn’t register it as it was soon overridden by his desire to eat
“Show me.”
>Everything went better than expected.
“Meet me at seven, you stud.” You said, coyly

>Time at last
>Big Mac appears at the door, almost too big for the door
>Boner continues to grow
>Silently lead Big Mac to a room entirely filled with food, facing away to hide your blush
“How in tha world-“
“I have savings. Feel free to dig in, its all for you. Stud.”
>Big Macintosh did not need to be told twice
>The apple stallion stuck his face into the food as if he had not been fed in months
>His stomach starts to expand, filling his already pudgy form out a bit more
>Your throbbing mass needs attention, so you start stroking
>As Fat Mac continues to gorge, your boner throbs harder as you stroke
>MacIntosh’s eating escapades stop as he finds mobility harder
“Help. Ahm a… might stuck. Ah can’t reach any more food.”
>This makes you stop stroking
“Want more?” you say, already knowing the answer.
>Macintosh simply nods
>You take a piece of cake in one hoof and his butt cheek in the other
“Such a good MacIntosh. Eat everything in front of you~” you say, shoving the cake into his mouth

>You touch your cock to the red stallion’s ample ass cheeks as you continue to feed the hopelessly fattened stallion in front of you
>You slowly slide in as you feed him more and more, breeching his barn doors
>Mac doesn’t even flinch, making you wonder if this is normal for him
>You start humping away as Big MacIntosh starts grabbing his own fat
>Even though you continue, you note this for later
“Put… it… in… harder…” MacIntosh panted as his butt was being pounded
>You comply with the utmost speed
>As he jiggles his fat, you realize what he’s doing
>He is using his fat stomach to stroke his dick, giving him more pleasure
>This guy is smart for a hot bumpkin
>As you reach release, so does your flabby boy toy
>You cum inside of Big MacIntosh, while Big MacIntosh shoots his seed on his soft, billowy stomach
>As you pant and exit his hole, you rub Big Mac’s ass and stomach, feeling the immense weight in your hooves
>This was a good couple of months