Big Yellow Pone

>Be Sheriff Silverstar
>Be huge closet faggot
>No one knows but the only other faggot in town
>Braeburn
>The Apple family is a powerful bunch, able to fund Appleoosa singlehoofedly
>Braeburn, though, is having stressful times
>Parents recently disowned him for being gay in a matriarchal society
>Now Braeburn’s productivity is down
>Spends all day inside crying at least half of the week
>Other half is in the Salt Block, where he’s in an unseen corner
>You need to find out what’s happening
>Knock on door, only to find it wide open
>Enter house to hear loud bawling
>Investigate to find the house a mess
>Littered apple cores, pie tins, and ice cream containers pepper the landscape
>He’s been comfort eating

>Makes sense, since he’s always been happy before
>The higher you are, the lower you fall
>Follow the crying to a room that is a crack open
>slide open
“Why am ah such a failure?” the crying voice said, only to be immediately pacified by a spoonful of ice cream.
“Braeburn?!” You shout, shocked at his new appearance.
>Braeburn was now a flabby mess
>Thighs were so chubby that they met even when he was lying down spread eagle
>Belly was a round barrel over his entire torso, flowing out over his limbs
>His position made him look like he had a double chin
>His legs were all filled out to a nice roundness that was not trunk-like but still squishable
>His hair and fur was messy in just the way you found attractive
>As soon as you shouted in surprise, all he did was meep
“Is this what you’ve been doing all this time?” you say, obviously worried.
“Why not? Ahm just a worthless loser who can’t do anythin’ right.”
>This was worse than you thought
>You’ve never seen him this bad
>You had to try something to cheer him up

>You look at an undisturbed pie tin, apple flavored, and get an idea that just might work
>You get a spoon that was lying around and grab a big hunk of the pie
“If food makes you feel better, then you’ll eat.” You say with confidence.
“Okay, sheriff.”
>You stick the spoon into the yellow stallion’s mouth, which he chews
>You repeat this process, rubbing his tummy to help digestion
>Boner
>You blush really hard at this startling development, not wanting to admit that you liked Braeburn’s new form
>You upped the speed, forcing more and more pie down the gay pony’s throat until the pie was gone
>Braeburn attempted to sit up, but was hindered by his enormous barrel
“Why’d you stop, sheriff?” Braeburn asked with puppy-dog eyes.
“There’s no more pie.”
“Ah… could eat something else.” he said, staring at your now bulging cock.

>You hesitantly put your cock into Braeburn’s mouth, enjoying the moist wetness of it
>Braeburn’s tongue goes to work, stimulating all of your pressure points
>Your cock becomes more engorged as you take off your sheriff’s vest
>You are not one to get messy
>As his head bobs as much as his fat, blubbery form will allow, you grab a piece of his flesh and begin to play with it
>Its soft, like a cloud mattress from that one fling you had with that Wonderbolt
>Your boner was nearing its peaking point
>Try to hold off on release, but Braeburn is just too damn good with the tongue
>Cum in his mouth, with him swallowing every bit of the semen
>His stomach visibly grows a small amount from the sheer amount

>You roll onto him, your ass sliding onto his cock
“I have to give YOU something.” you pant as you slide onto his dick.
>Not much work needed to be done
>He was nearing release anyway
>The one noteworthy thing is that as you went down on him, it seems as though his entire body was jiggling
>He releases his cum, staining your ass with the white stuff
“That was… great, Sheriff. Ah wonder… would you be… mah Special Somepony?” The yellow pony asked, basking in the afterglow.
>You weigh your options
>He is good in bed, knows how to suck and can get off even though he was a beached whale
>Cons… cons…
“Of course, Brae. Why not?”