The Mane-iac's Henchpony Diaries

>be anonpony
>grew up in Maretropolis
>family is relatively wealthy, but never seemed to share any of their luck
>always tended to be on the heavy side
>never acted very dominant or stallion-like
>all of my weight went to my hips and ass, would often be called "mareboy" in school
>trend escalates by the time I discover my talent for styling and coloring manes
>finally get fed up with school
>move downtown and get a job at a hair supply factory
>the pony who interviewed me seemed friendly enough
>turns out it's actually run by a psychopath with world domination fantasies
>can't opt out, or I'll just be punished by being a guinea pig
>must now style and dye my hair a certain way and wear a striped shirt
>stand out among my "brothers" because of my size
>often find myself on the receiving end of butt-squeezing, belly-poking, etc.
>get teased and called "cute" because of the way my blushing accents my plump face
>striped uniform strains itself to fit over my chest and can't cover my middle
>belly has no choice but to hang out and droop between my legs
>everyone, especially boss, makes sure I'm the most well-fed of the team
>portions are too large and cause my gut to strain each meal
>it's still delicious enough to where I'm compelled to gulp it all down
>several months in, my butt, thighs, and hips look the largest they've ever been
>rump and belly sway and ripple with each step, and settle like dough each time I find myself lying down
>even my sides have reached a point where they spread out when touching the ground
>prone to sweating lightly just from carrying my weight around, often called "piglet" by everyone because of it
>over time, though, I start to catch my co-workers staring at me as though tantalized, rather than appalled or amused, by my figure
>now more than certain Mane-iac is secretly testing one of her beautifying/feminizing chemicals by putting them in my meals
>tl;dr life sucks
>and yet it all tastes and feels so wonderful

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>wake up at the break of dawn on a day-off
>if there were such a thing as food hangovers, this would be one
>muffle a groan and clench my stomach after a long and decadent night
>find it strangely tighter and rounder than usual, though it still has just enough give to allow my foreleg to sink and squish into it
>turn over on my back only to be greeted by a greenish-white hill of flesh and fuzz
>nearly panic and struggle to sit upright, more used to seeing by belly flatten and settle to the sides when lying face-up
>don't remember how much I actually ate, but I must have really pigged out
>finally manage to scoot my oversized hips to the edge of the bed, the most bloated I've felt since I started working with Mane-iac
>look down to my lap, my thighs completely hidden by the firm, yet still faintly malleable medicine ball of my stomach
>feel the discomfort wash over me as my cheeks flush with shame, even though no one was actually around to see
>experimentally lift and heave the swollen mound in my forelegs, grimacing as my underbelly molds around my hooves
>continue to caress my stomach as the displeasure starts to melt away into delight, licking my lips and closing my eyes to let my fantasies take over
>pretend the hooves belong to someone else... maybe my co-worker with the goatee?
>Or even Mane-iac's tendrils?
>shudder and bite my lip as blood rushes to my nethers
>grind my hips so my cock rubs against the underside of my stomach, giving into my idle pleasure for a long while
>finally shoot open my eyes in sudden shock and self-awareness
>let my gravid belly fall right back over my lap with a smack, stammering and feeling even hotter in my face
>fumble to roll off my bed, tripping over my hooves and landing with a wall-shaking whump onto my stomach
>every adipose section of my engorged frame jostles and trembles from the impact before finally settling down
>simply lay there for a few hours, disgusted, embarrassed, and still slightly horny

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>reflect on my semi-crush with one of my coworkers
>too shy to even get to really know him
>even his name escapes me all the time
>yet I still find myself pining for his touch
>get to the point where I'm practically daydreaming about him
>imagine him stroking and massaging my ever-growing dome of a middle, lolling my tongue as his masterful hooves stroke and knead each inch of chub over my body
>his hooves dig deep and create a ripple as he rolls up and down my chest and trunk, hitting even the often ignored spots as he tickles against the ribs held inside of my shirt
>at this point, my neck is too thick to try to take it off from this position, but I don't mind - the fabric just enhances the experience even more
>sense him working back down and put on a sly smirk as he finds his way to my rump
>he clenches each side of my waist as literal love handles, my girth causing him to spread almost to the full span of his forelegs as he lies between my ample thighs
>squirm and release a giggle as I think of what it must feel for his chin to rest on my stomach, lavishing the expanse of flesh with his kisses and almost struggling to cover each inch
>if I think hard enough, I can even make out the feeling of his erect stallion cock brushing between my rump cheeks, teasing its way into entry and causing me to tremble like a pudding on a jostled table
>he slaps a firm hoof down on the quivering mass with a brilliant gleam in his eye, holding in a laugh as he watches it bob and sway in buoyant, even elastic force from his action
>lick my lips, knowing that not only can I take the hit, but it even brings me further over the edge
>blink as I'm finally shaken out of it
>look around dazed a moment, my belly working well to disguise my boner as I see the trendy blue-and-violet barber just above my shoulder
>return his a polite wave after affirming that I'm alright, hoping he's still unaware I imagined him having his way with me

--

>holidays approaching
>the factory always prepares a send-off banquet before we start our vacations
>for being a lunatic who always gets locked up in the mad house by the Power Ponies, Mane-iac always seems to have a way to prepare the biggest feasts for us
>all sorts of appetizers and entreés set out across the long table
>bean patties, stir-fry, potatoes, soups, dumplings, quiches, pastas, nuts, cheeses, leafy and root veggies, breads - anything a pony could possibly crave, all spread out on a wide table
>and of course the dessert table for later - pies, puddings, jellies, pastries, fruits, all freshly baked and prime for the taking
>enough food to easily feed a dozen strong, and then some
>the bulk of it, naturally, always seems to go to me
>most everyone reserves modest portions for themselves, only for the leftovers to be funneled directly toward my mouth
>on some occasions, even literally
>colleagues gradually become more forceful and direct in their habits as I participate in more of these feasts
>never have a chance to escape or even get out of my chair because my perennially distended belly gets in the of way of my legs
>even if I could get up, I could never even attempt to run away fast enough before they cut me off and find some way to bring me back to my seat
>get to a point where I have no choice but to lean back and take it all in, swallowing every drop and spoonful passively while my stomach churns and complains from a sheer lack of space
>develop a history of cracking and breaking wooden chairs just from my weight alone, to the point where my dinner seats have upgraded to metal frames and sturdier build
>become so stuffed that I often spend the night by the table, my belly jutting out and pressing on the edge on the table as I doze from a long night of feeding
>usually have someone to keep me company, and while they’re amicable they usually like to keep their distance from me while I digest
>don’t mind, but it does feel cold and lonely sometimes

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>in preparation for one spring festival meal
>at a point where my belly hangs really low and almost brushes against the ground, and not even the largest size of striped shirts could comfortably fit around my chest and forelegs
>always have to leave the top button loose to give my neck and face
>luckily my legs have grown strong enough to move my bulk around decently from sheer practice, though I have to walk with a slow, deliberate gait that causes every fatty portion to bounce and swing to each side
>can’t even look over my shoulder without catching sight of my flank, my hips and rump having grown so wide over the months that they’re without a doubt my most prominent feature
>settle in my usual seat with a nervous smile
>could probably still see over the table if I just sat on my hindquarters, judging from how thick of a cushion my ass has become
>it would certainly be more comfortable than the seat that my fat always seems to squish and spill over
>get called to attention by one of the gruffer stylists while everyone else is sitting down
>somewhat intimidated by his muscular build and full beard
>his scowl soon breaks into a smile and warm belly-laugh, lifting his foreleg to me
“Well, well, look how our piglet is grown! I think we should give him a promotion in our ranks, no?”
>turn my eyes down and feel my face color from embarrassment as everyone cheers and whoops in response, though I manage to smile along at the sound of ‘promotion’
>look on as he turns to the other ponies in Mane-iac’s crew, receiving a few approving nods before looking back to me with a devious smirk
“How about a raise to ‘foodslut?’”
>blank in confusion a moment before starting to open my mouth to try and protest, but only cause my lower jaw to quiver and quake uselessly
>can barely react in time before a bread roll is shoved in my maw by the brutish pony
>he looks on cheerfully to his companions while I’m helpless to do anything but chew on the bread compliantly, knowing it’s the first of a long string of food to come
“You see?! I think he likes it!”
>before long the ten or so other ponies crowd around me, including my fellow ‘lackies’ that are pretty much just my smaller clones
>each takes a turn to cram my throat with as much stuff they can fit on their plates
>if it wasn’t the best food I had eaten in a long time, I would have been scared for my life
>but the flavors and the textures eased away any distress to the point where I was growing complacent with my predicament
>before long it all starts to blend together as they indiscriminately scrape food off their plates and into my open mouth like a garbage disposal
>more food starts to end up on me than in me, gravy, crumbs, juices, and all sort of other bits staining my shirt and mouth
>try to shut my lips and turn my face away, but the other lackies gang up and force my lips open and turn my head straight to the source
>still can’t help but think that something about this feast feels… different somehow
>by now I would think I’d be used to being forcefed, but this felt somewhat more violating, more shaming, like my feeders found a new control over me they never exerted before
>at some point I’m even pushed backward by a particularly eager colleague, tipping me back in my chair and sending me lying on the ground belly-up
>now as vulnerable as ever
>everyone takes advantage of my fall and straddle my chest on their knees to continue their ritual
>can finally see their clear intentions as their erect cocks come into view from my subdued position, the playful and innocuous look in their eyes now that of purely animal lust
>look on in shock as I finally realize that the perverted fucks where getting some sort of thrill out of this
>and judging from my own swelling member peaking between my thighs and creating a divot in my underbelly, so was I

>lightly sweating from the food and the strain of keeping it all in
>any other pony would be nauseous from the amount of food in my stomach, but I’m much more unsettled by my situation the more I think about it
>surrounded, overstuffed, and betrayed by my own body as I feel pinned down an unable to move, the most I can do is accept the fact that I’m swarmed by horny stallions
>wait it out and see what they have in store for me
>hear a few condescending laughs and jeers from the crowd as they catch a glimpse of my cock’s head peeking out from the deep folds of my rounded stomach and legs
“Uh-oh! Look’s like our foodslut’s packin’ heat!”
“I almost forgot you were a stallion!”
“Seems he’s enjoying it as much as we are!”
“Aww, look, he’s blushing!”
>feel my face grow even hotter from their words
>erection stands in full attention and exposed for all to see as it rubs against my massive stomach
>wince and release a whimper as my sensitive stomach is suddenly slapped, urging me to try and look up to see who my offender is
>get wide-eyed as I catch a hint of his light blue coat and purple-tipped mane
>it’s him
>the same pony whom I had been caught ogling earlier
>he passes me a devious glare and licks his lip while he surveys my body
“I take it this is what you wanted?”
>Sweet Celestia, he knew
>he stands upright picks my hooves up to the best of his ability while the chair in which I had been sitting is pulled out from beneath me
>he kicks it aside now that it’s no longer needed to hold me in place
>the majority of my thighs and ass still remain flat on the floor a second, but he calls over his companions to help change my position
“Alright, let’s roll this big boy over!”
>nearly a half dozen pairs of hooves go around one side and push me so I rest on my stomach
>sweat keeps my body slippery and causes them to struggle a second before finally tipping my body into a prone position
>hear my belly groan and creak in the middle of this transition, none to happy about being disturbed or laid on
>for the first time in my life my hindhooves don’t even touch the ground when lying like this, my stomach so taught and filled that my legs helplessly dangle off the sides of my sprawling, doughy middle
>just the very thought of knowing this makes me squirm and try to massage my cock between my thighs, a trickle of pre running down and pooling at the base of where my stomach touches the cold floor
“Got a nice, thick one here, eh, Quick Trim?”
>So that’s his name! Gotta keep that one in mind.
>hear him sigh in relief as his stallionhood brushes between my ass cheeks
>backside apparently piles high enough so he can actually rest his upper body on top of it from his standing position
>shudder and moan as he starts to slip inside, haphazard and not even caring whether or not he actually finds the hole
>just the fact that he can squeeze his dick between two soft, fleshy mounds is enough for him, but I’ll be damned if he doesn’t go deep all the same
“Ooh, yesss… feels better than any mare I’ve had, ha.”
>don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not
>meanwhile a gray pony with purple stripes in his styled mane in his approaches my front with a half-lidded gaze and a low chuckle
>my coworker Lather Rinse, in all his cocky glory
>feel his hooves push against my back for support while he hoists himself on his hind legs, getting a face full of cock and balls as he burrows into my back
>his voice resonates just over me and takes on a cool, condescending tone
 “I bet you’re still hungry, aren’t you?”
>the tip of his shaft aligns itself with my lips, almost prying my reluctant mouth open
>whole body feels hot and flushed by two stallions vie for entry on each end, eventually giving in as both ends are filled
>all of us pant and heave as I’m spit-roasted for the entertainment of all the other ponies in the factory

>completely helpless as my body ripples in a tidal wave of flab from each thrust
>both of my penetrators making the most of my pillowy body as they clench into it for leverage
>they make the most of my slickened, jiggling mass as they easily slide in and out of each hole,
>decide to enjoy it a little and entertain them as they work over my body
>circle my tongue around the cock in my mouth with a few muffled moans, wincing slightly but keeping up a gentle suckle around it as almost hits the back of my tongue
>slide my legs against each other and lightly clench my glutes to massage the shaft between my rump cheeks
>moans and grunts emanate from above me as they quicken their pace, gradually getting rougher and more forceful in their attempts
>tense and cringe at some of the more painful and abusive pushes, but soon grow acclimated to both males reaching deeper with each thrust
>at long last I feel the first hot spurt, Lather's cum hitting the back of my throat and not relenting as he pumps his hips as hard as he can
>Trim releases his seed not long afterward as it wells deep within my rump, evidently pent up for longer as the ropes of cum shoot out for several seconds
>it spreads through the inner walls and causes a ticklish sensation at the base of my belly, the sheer volume forcing some of it to seep out at the bottom of my rump
>both ponies sigh in relief and rest on top of me, resting their heads on my soft body as they both collapse from their orgasm
>release the cock from my mouth as it finally softens and recedes, though the pony above my head doesn’t realize or care that his testicles are still resting on my snout
>Trim manages to find his voice between attempts to recover his breath, each pant tingling against my spine
“Phew... didn’t think you’d be so amazing, foodslut!”
>the pony at my front releases a low laugh
“I think just ‘slut’ will work for him, hm?”
>feel slightly disgusted with myself at this answer
>puff my cheeks out and say nothing because I know they’re right to some degree, though I hate to admit it
>all the other stallions around cry out, wanting a turn on my already worn-out mouth and rump
>Trim comes to my defense, although half-heartedly as he hugs around my vast backside
“Aaah, give it a rest, guys. Don’t wanna break the merchandise!”
>look down in shame and self-doubt
>I’m not just ‘merchandise,’ am I?
>the rest of Mane-iac’s crew finally decides to leave for the night, disappointed about being shooed away before sating their own desires
>Trim and Lather stay behind, too spent and exhausted from food, celebration, and sex to even move
>the whole room is quiet for several hours
>can only think about one thing for that time
>’I am a slut. I took it from two of my co-workers I barely know at the same time. In front of everyone. And I enjoyed it.’
>if I could I would hit myself in the head in self-hatred
>clench my eyes and sniff in an attempt to choke back my shamed tears
>both ponies console me with caresses as they apparently hear me, their hooves massaging my rump and back as they lay on top of me
>Lather pats my back with a few percussive slaps
“Don’t worry, slut… we’ll make sure you won’t get too hurt!”
>Gee, thanks, asshole
>ask if they’re ever going to get off of me
>Trim only cackles and gives my left cheek a firm jostle as though fluffing it, laughing as it creates a wave through my whole lower body
“Probably not tonight, sweetheart. You’re softer than any bed I’ve ever had!”
>sigh as it looks like I’m stuck here for the night, nothing more than a love pillow to two horny stallions with no sense of tact or self-control
>at least he called me sweetheart... it’s better than nothing
>they both seem comfortable and happy as they fall asleep peacefully on my back
>exhausted, still stuffed, and completely used, I fall asleep with them, deciding at last to just be happy with them

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>wake up with a bleary feeling in my head
>another slow morning with a bout of indigestion
>gurgle and belch a little as I try to roll over
>realize I’m still pinned down by a couple of stallions hugging around my backside
>sigh as I have to stay put before I stand up, since I probably couldn’t shake them off enough to escape
>and even if I could, I would probably have trouble trying to stand
>my stomach feels like it’s shrunk down significantly from a night of rest, but it still squishes enough so knees touch it when lying down
>imagine it would hover just a few inches off the ground by the time I could stand up
>make my first attempt to stand, getting all four hooves on the ground before trying to lift my weight with my legs
>surprised that I could almost do it if it wasn’t for the pair on top of me
>hear my companions yawn and groan as I interrupt their slumber
>Lather mumbles expletives under his breath as he finally gets his ass off my head, still rubbing his head
>stand up a little more at the freed up weight
>hear Trim talk to me with a tone of someone not eager to be awake
>he reluctantly continues to hug around my broad rump and rub his cheek against it
>I think I can feel his morning wood against it, too
“Where you goin’ so fast, slut?”
>not in the mood for being called that
>implore him to stop with the mockery
>he fakes a disappointed  ‘Aww...’ and slaps my rump with a familiar recursive jiggle, sending a wave through every inch of blubber from my waist down
“Y’know I love ya! A beautiful ass like this doesn’t deserve to be insulted too badly!”
>don’t know if he’s patronizing me or not
>snap and get frustrated to the point that I just slam my rump down into a seated position, with him beneath me
>the whole of my rear smothers his chest and lower body
>apparently knock the wind out of him as he gasps for air
>Lather snaps out of his grogginess and panics, struggling to pull on my foreleg to reel me up

>stay put and don’t budge for a moment while Trim slaps my back in submission, too short of breath to speak properly
>relent after a few seconds and lift myself off of him, waddling away with a huff while he remains flat on the floor a moment
>Lather rushes over to him to ask if he’s alright
>don’t turn around to acknowledge them, but I feel his glare down my back
“Hey, what’s the matter with you?"
>Trim hushes him as he’s finally able to speak again
“No, no, had that comin’, honestly.”
>he struggles to stand back up and walks his way over meeting my side and bringing a foreleg over my shoulder
>try to look away and keep myself from acknowledging him, but he pulls my face toward him
“Look... I know I’ve been comin’ off as kinda rough. And it’s true, I like it that way... but only ‘cause I thought you did, too!”
>listen with a slow nod, still not totally convinced
>more certain he’s only making up to me because I almost crushed his ribs, but I entertain him
“And... eh, might’ve jumped the gun in thinkin’ that. I assumed too much because of what I wanted! When you did what you just did, I realized that you don’t get enough say in anything. And, well...”
>he takes a moment to pass a glance to Lather
“Guess I’m sayin’ we all should give you more respect! Because you certainly deserve it, heh.”
>blink and take a moment to take in all that he’s saying, still on the fence about how sincere he’s being
“I mean, think about it. This whole time, I thought you were just a doormat for everyone, taking in everything, because you liked it too much. Or you just didn't know how to take control. But now I realize more than ever that I was wrong. You CAN take control when you want...”
>he laughs heartily and presses his cheek on mine
“And to be honest, I kinda like that! Makes you seem feistier, heh.”
>ask him if he’s somehow drunk for how affectionate he’s being
>he waves me off light-heartedly

“Nah, nah... just bein’ thoughtful, is all. Is that so wrong?”
>it feels strange, but I guess there’s a compliment buried in there somewhere
“Look... all I’m sayin’ is that I’ve always kinda respected you, though I’ve shown it in... not the best ways.”
>You mean like insulting me and fucking me in front of everyone?
>he laughs in a low, sad way
“Ha... yeah. Guess I’ve never been the romantic type. But it was good, right?”
>manage a small smile to him and blush
>I have to admit... he was pretty amazing
>Lather Rinse laughs and starts to walk out the door, wishing us well and leaving us alone while sarcastically calling us ‘Lovebirds’
>Trim spits out a sarcastic response of his own as he waves to him good-naturedly
“Ah, whatever! Least I have someone!”
“Hey! Don’t forget that I was in his mouth!”
>feel somewhat bashful from their banter
>Who knew you could build a relationship by sitting on someone who took you from behind?
>Trim looks back to me after his friend leaves, shifting his weight to each side somewhat awkwardly
>he is rather cute... even better than I remembered him from my dreams
“So... where should we go from here? Breakfast?”
>follow along since he’s kind enough to offer
>walk out with him and follow him to his apartment
>a small flat just a small distance away from the factory, so it was easy on my legs
>still walk somewhat awkwardly on the way over
>just as I thought, my belly hangs just a few inches above the sidewalk
>have to take a wide stance with my legs just to make sure my hooves hit the ground
>feel somewhat exposed as I earn a lot of stares from passer-bys, but Trim acts like a decent buffer to keep me looking at least a little in place
>in addition, his room’s on the fourth floor
>low enough to where it isn’t a pain, but still probably best to take the elevator, much to my chagrin
>not because I can’t climb the stairs (though that doesn’t help), but because they’re just too narrow for me

>barely manage to squeeze in an out of the elevator
>probably push the weight limit on the damn thing as it creaks and groans
>the floors and hallways don’t seem to take to kindly to how wide and heavy I am, either
>finally manage to meet Trim at his apartment door, breaking a light sweat from all the activity I’ve had to do
>he doesn’t seem to mind and invites me inside, struggling a moment to fit my hips through the doorway as it’s meant for ponies at most two-thirds as wide as me
>with a few pushes I finally manage to wiggle my way inside
>pretty basic creature comforts, but it works for a solo apartment
>gives me a space on the couch while he fixes some things up in the kitchen, inviting me to make myself comfortable
>the space is small enough so he calls out to me and asks me questions from the kitchen while he cooks
>name, upbringing, all that good stuff
>before long he comes back to me with a surprising spread for such modest means
>Cinnamon French toast with syrup, fruit, milk
>not a huge meal, but one made with care and attention
>and it’s all amazing
>down it all faster than I probably should have, but he shakes his head with a smile
“Ah, you’re fine. You probably needed a little something on your stomach, hm?"
>nod with a satisfied sigh and belch, leaning back in the couch
>probably look like I’m melting into the thing just from how my hips and thighs push out on top of it, but it’s comfortable and does well for itself
>after a bit of silence and casual conversation, he goes silent
>he suddenly gives me a look of sympathy as he looks up and down my body
“So, uh, how do you do it?”
>take a moment to catch his meaning, but simply shrug and smile it off
>tell him earnestly that it’s just a matter of perseverance and being used to it
>he doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he just can’t quite grasp it
“Well, as long as you push through!”
>he swallows and rubs his hooves together before spitting out his next question

“I know this is gonna sound weird, and I don’t mind if you say no. But I was kinda wanting to know if you wouldn’t mind spending a few nights here?”
>blink in confusion at my host, wanting to hear his rationale for this
“It’s just that I know I haven’t been the nicest to ya. Forcing you into things that made you hate me. I kinda wanna make that up to you, y’know? Make sure we’re still on even ground.”
>nod and lean back to consider what he’s proposing, holding my hoof to my mouth to mull it over
>he raises his hooves up to me defensively
“Again, you don’t have to agree. Just thought I’d ask. Besides, I’m sure my place is a lot closer to the factory than your own apartment, right?”
>still have my doubts whether he’s totally trustworthy
>this is, after all, the pony who humiliated me in front of everyone
>he shrugs, acting cool even though I’m sure he’s just in desperate need for my attention
>probably my body, too
“So... how about this! I promise that I’ll never make any sort of advance you don’t agree to. And I’ll never even initiate! If you don’t wanna do anything like that, it’s fine, and I want you to be absolutely certain if you… well, do!”
>yeah, this guy totally just wants my ass
>still give him a passive “Fine” just to make him happy
>it’s kinda funny to see him act so calm and reserved when I can see his eyes brightening up with joy
>he asks if he can go over to offer me a hug
>groan and motion him to come over, already starting to regret saying yes
>he comes over and wraps his forelegs around me to the best of his ability, unable to fit his hug half-way around my waist as his face squeezes into my chest and belly
>roll my eyes and return the gesture, sardonic at first but gradually warming up to him
>he might be a jerk and a horndog, but he’s still an adorable one
>and a decent hugger to boot
>maybe consider having more fun with him as time goes on
>but that’s a strong ‘maybe’

--

>opt out of my current apartment and move in with Quick Trim
>a single room with a few fixings and a tiny bed
>we make a few compromises to ensure we have enough space
>usually he curls up on my belly with one foreleg hanging off the side, not disturbed by the rise and fall of my breaths
>it's funny how cute he can be
>the idea of becoming more intimate with him crossed my mind more than once
>but to start, I thought of him more as a close friend
>a very close friend
>the kind who relishes in massaging your gut to help you digest your meals
>he really gets into it each time, using the entire span of his forelegs to squeeze each side together in a total disregard for boundaries
>he often likes to take a heavy roll of my stomach and pinch it in his forehooves, turning it and letting it roll on itself
>after just a few pushes he lets go, watching it in awe as it wobbles on its own
>he kneads like a baker would for a lump of dough, smiling mischievously as he bounces and shakes the flabby globe before us
>he heaves my stomach up only to slowly lower it back down, licking his lips at the way it bunches up in his forelegs
>every now again I can feel my cock start to poke out of its sheath
>it rubs against my aproning stomach while Trim works his hooves around me
>whenever he notices, he even goes so far as to massage my cock with his motions
>squirm and tremble uncontrollably while Trim effectively jerks me off with my own stomach
>only feel hotter in my face as he calls my lascivious moans adorable
>helpless in his grip as I'm left a panting mess the closer I get to orgasm
>he doesn't seem to mind the pre dribbling and pooling onto the floor beneath us
>wastes no time in showing his approval as he plants kisses across my belly
>he gives particular focus on the deepest, most sensitive part of my navel
"Y'see? A cutie like you doesn't deserve to be so pent up!"
>swallow hard and look up to him expectantly, catching his broadening grin
"Oh, the things I can do with you..."

>despite my past apprehensions toward intimacy, he's just too irresistible not to give in
>we steadily get more and more passionate over the course of a few weeks
>needless to say, he loves to experiment a little
>once, he decided to crawl underneath my belly in the middle of a massage
>try to ask what he's doing, even though I already have a dirty inkling deep in my mind
>he only answers by propping my belly up slightly with his head to give him more space
>can feel from his position that his face is just in front of my groin, resting his forehooves on my outer thighs
>wordless and makes only a few muffled noises in response
>feel his warm mouth engulfing the throbbing head
>never took Quick Trim to give, but he gave it his all
>his tongue circles deftly around the tip and massages the sensitive glans until he teases out the entire length from the sheath
>in a staggered series of breaths he plunges more of his throat around it, curling his lips over his teeth as he glides his way down
>admittedly I'm not as endowed as some other stallions, likely an effect of either the weight or Mane-iac's potions (or both)
>he doesn't have much trouble taking it all in his mouth in a few slides
>he lubricates with the circling of his tongue, mixing pre and saliva to make his progress easier
>but nonetheless he continues on, probably fortunate that at least I can't choke and smother him
>he probably has enough of a struggle for air when he's completely walled by thick, fat-laden thighs and gut around him
>melt onto the couch and bask in the feeling of being the recipient for once
>feel him caress my thighs the more he sucks and bobs eagerly, going at a steady, teasingly slow pace
>he muffles a few moans of delight through his filled mouth beneath the malleable dome
>he's clearly enraptured eager to please until he empties out every gooey drop he can from me
>slump into the couch and can only look on as my belly remains hoisted by his back, shifting and wobbling at his every motion

>pulse and twitch relentlessly with each pump he makes
>crave release after what feels like hours of constant attention
>at long last the first spurt erupts and lands firmly on the back of his tongue
>the flare swells to brush against the roof of his mouth, lodging firmly between his jaws
>the whole load aims toward the back of his throat
>thrust my hips forward in an impulse to ease out as much of the hot cum as I can
>he reaches up with a hoof and feels up my shaft from the base
>he grips gently and strokes to milk out even more
>each muscle within me seizes up in a blissful instinct
>finally go limp after a few seconds of tensing, hoof-curling orgasm
>flatten back to a relaxed state with a ripple coursing throughout every adipose inch
>hear him sputter a little as he takes the full load into his cheeks
>he noisily swallows from the force and sheer quantity, evidently needing more than one gulp to take it all down
>guess I really was pent up, or it was a side effect I never noticed
>he finally loosens his lips from my now flaccid cock, leaving it free to recede back into its sheath while it drools slightly
>can't help but quip that it feels good to do the feeding for once
>he lifts his head up and shows a snarky grin, a smattering of white intermixed with a string of saliva that he wipes from his chin
"No point in dishing it out if you can't take it, I guess."
>a complex concoction of sweet, salty, and bitter tastes lingers on his breath as he sprawls belly-to-belly over me
>his stomach feels slightly tight against mine, resembling the effects of a large meal and sloshing from the thick fluid inside
>he shares the love with a kiss planted squarely on my lips
>he exchanges the last remnants of my seed with his tongue as it bats against mine
>let the kiss hold and quietly rest in the afterglow until he breaks the silence
"But I think I like a little give-and-take, anyway. Makes it feel more legit, y'know?"
>humor him with an affirmative nod
>Yeah, this is the life

>from then on, Trim persists more and more on getting rid of my reluctance
>want to stick to our 'roommates only' agreement, but he always implies on changing the terms to 'friends with benefits'
>always give in eventually to his advances, either because he knows just the right buttons to push or I'm still rather weak-willed
>can't help that he indulges in more ways than just food at this point
>he's clearly proven to me before that he can be quite a lover physically
>but now have a stronger connection to him than I did for that one public display at the hideout
>he guides his hooves over my body even better than I could have ever dreamed
>he's a bit of a control freak in the heat of the moment, but he means well
>he has an affinity for pressing and rubbing against any two pillowy mounds of flesh he can find
>often my rump cheeks, but he sometimes folds my belly in on itself and places his shaft in the crease it makes
>he thrusts and grinds forward like a well-oiled piston, occasionally giving a heavy slap
>wobble and quiver in time with the motions of his body
>of course, straight-up penetration isn't beyond him either
>he has to stand on the tips of his hindhooves while using the whole of his forelegs to spread my rump cheeks apart
>he rests his chin just at the small of my back as he hitches and mounts
>his snorting, animalistic breaths hit the base of my tail as he slaps and grips my flanks
>he even bites at the hair of my tail for support whenever he's having a lot of trouble staying at a vertical base
>after the initial shock of pain, the discomfort deadens and even adds to the pleasure the more he pulls it
>he's always up for the challenge of climbing my ass as though it were some obstacle
>and of course my stretched pucker is a valuable enough reward for him
>he's just long enough to pass just through the resistance my jiggling, ever-expansive rear may provide
>each drive hits all the right places, sending an ache of desire that lingers even after we're done

>over the following weeks and a long string of active nights, I start to look forward to our little bedroom ventures
>no point in deluding myself and considering our partnership platonic
>become more comfortable with being the bottom, letting him experiment as my body becomes his personal sexual playground
>no load of his comes out without ultimately draining from my rear, welling up in my stomach, or painting any section of my belly he deems fuckable
>every now and again he lives up to his promise, not afraid to take it from me, either
>blowjobs and hoofjobs alone aren't enough for either of us, though
>soon he wants to figure other ways to make the most of my overabundant cum
>we play with as many different positions as we could that wouldn't end up with me crushing him
>somewhat awkward to function without my belly getting in the way, but that makes it seem all the more satisfying when we get it right
>manage to enter him belly-to-back with my gut sucked in a little
>let him nestle and even sink in firmly against the squishy mass until I can fix him in place
>the typical cowboy position proves a bit of a challenge
>with a bit of twisting and turning, though, he's able to ride me like it's no one else's business
>he splays his legs across mine in a surprising display of flexibility, shoving my stomach forward so he can have more room to slide down
>he uses my stomach for support to take more of my length with each squat
>he gradually works his way back up to almost the tip, only to lunge his body down even lower
>his well-toned thighs efficiently make short work of my oversensitive body, and before long the floodgates open at full force
>he pants and gasps while looking down to his stomach
>he winces uncomfortably, but isn't alarmed as his belly develops a gentle curve to compensate for the quantity
>his abdomen loses some definition, swollen with just a little give as though he overate
>it contrasts from his usually muscular build, but it's cute and works on him

>a few dirty thoughts cross my mind as I playfully pat his bulging gut, letting it slosh and squish in my hooves
>picture myself stuffing him with cum after forcing him to the floor beneath my weight
>he writhes and squirms but is helplessly crushed between my trunk-like thighs
>he taps on my leg out of submission, but by then it would be too late
>take advantage of my reduced refractory period
>refill him with my replenished seed after just a matter of hours, tying him down just in case he thinks about waddling away
>guide more of the creamy substance toward him, alternating between his gurgling stomach and his aching rump
>if I take him from behind, I would act quickly and plug him up like a wine cork would to keep any drops from oozing out
>soon, my little Quick Trim would be little more than a gurgling cum receptacle, rivaled only by me as far as girth but just a little firmer to the touch
>a fitting retribution for his past offenses
>but no, it's a silly fantasy
>don't think I could ever gather the nerve to even know how to begin it
>it's nonetheless a scenario that I'll imagine any time I'm in a particularly lewd mood
>for now, I'm content with our present reality
>besides, he's just too cuddly to deserve that level of harm
>just a tease here and there
>wrap my forelegs around him the best I can and pull him closer
>if he's particularly full, I make it a point to clutch around his belly and give it a few tender rubs to return the favor
>he seems to respond kindly, letting out a few pleased hums in his sleep and kicking out his legs in a reflex
>maybe I'll teach him the pleasures of being a heavyweight in a less invasive manner if he wants to try
>not that he ever will; it just isn't his style
>he would rather have a heavy guy than actually BE one
>so, I'm more than happy just to be the big spoon, or at least the big bed
>each night we fall asleep in each other's close company, even without doing the dirty the night before
>and I wouldn't trade it for the world

>since I moved in, my growth has slowed down
>think I've stabilized at the largest point I'll ever be
>but I don't think I'm losing it, either
>binges and forcefeedings aren't nearly as frequent, more reserved for special occasions
>probably for the best though
>walking and trying to get around is hard enough without breaking a sweat
>still find myself having a hard time moving through narrow hallways or into elevators
>had to be fitted for the largest uniform we could produce
>even it looks more like a scarf with sleeves, and only goes down to the top of my barreled chest
>often Quick Trim has to push me into doors like he's trying to shove an airbag back into place
>he shoves on each squishy rump cheek with his body until I can worm my way in
>my ass alone makes his already slight build look even smaller by comparison
>can't even see him when I turn around even though he's right behind me
>my wideset hips take up too much of my field of view
>at the factory, we always tend to keep to ourselves, even though everyone knows about our roommate status by now
>we don't consider ourselves a couple, but everyone else likes to tease about it anyway
>Quick Trim was always humored for having strange tastes
>now he has the reputation as the resident chubby chaser
>sometimes makes me feel like I'm in an awkward spot
>but I'm always assured that it's just joking between friends
>they can't help but ask how far we've taken it
>we share a knowing glance but keep quiet
>they probably have the intuition to figure it out, anyway
>nonetheless we keep it professional, doing what we can and handle whatever tasks we're assigned
>in a sense I've become a bouncer for the squad, often stationed near the front
>each thigh is wide enough to block the width of the door
>belly sags too low between my legs to allow any crawl space below
>even the height of my rump can block the top of the entrance
>it's dull work, but it's cushier than the usual grunt labor
>at least I'm moving up on the ladder