Lyra becomes a proper ‘Murican (Anon X Lyra PiE WG)

Lyra becomes a proper ‘Murican (Anon X Lyra PiE WG)


>You are Lyra Heartstrings
>It is now your 7th day on Earth
>Fuck what the other ponies thought, you’re right and always were
>And for whatever reason you didn’t get any credit for making the key to interdimensional travel
>You made a charm that was similar to what your new friend Anon calls “Marle’s Pendant,” and that’s a pretty fitting name
>Time travel, space travel - both are pretty big scientific issues that could kill you without any protection, so you think you’ll stick with that name
>Either way, you’ve submitted the pendant’s enchantments to Princess Twilight and she started the expedition that led to the colonization and treatises with America and the United Kingdoms
>Things are a bit shaky in terms of politics and species but it’s stable for now
>You’re not gonna get involved with the politics yet - you’re gonna give California a little tour with your friend
>Anon was curious at first, but you’ve really started to hit it off well
>Yesterday he treated you to Italian food - all sorts of pretty delicious stuff was given to you either by hand or by restaurant
>That pizza, though, has you fixated on bread, cheese, and grease now
>Damn, it was good - Anon offered the whole thing except one slice, and you didn’t even notice that until after you cleaned the box out
>He blushed a bit, but said it was no problem
>Apropos of nothing, he asked if my stomach was alright
>Apparently, that pizza and the spaghetti had meat
>He explained that it’s nothing like it is in Equestria, and he seems like a trustworthy stalli - guy
>He even ended up giving you a tummy rub!
>Maybe these humans are nicer than their history seems to paint them…

[spoiler]Sorry this introduction was bland - I decided on starting with the simple facts for one post and getting to the fun in the next.[/spoiler]


>Day 21 on Earth
>You decided to move in with Anon after the last few days you spent with him over the last two weeks
>He’s a surprisingly friendly guy
>He’s a bit…eccentric, though
>You know that you caught him eying your flank while you were digging through your briefcase
>He’s honestly too cute to confront about that, and you’re guilty of doing the same on your first couple days
>Maybe you’ll let him indulge in his weird little thoughts
>You won’t lie, your plot is a little bit bigger than it was pre-merge
>You feel your flanks pushing together somewhat, your cheeks meshing and playing a bit as you walk
>You definitely feel a bit softer, too
>Eventually he offers you some German food as you finish unpacking
>Somewhat hungry and curious about Germany’s cuisine, you accept
>He fires up his barbecue and puts a patty made of cow and an elongated link of pig-meat on it and cooks it
>You sit by the edge and chat with him about the food
>Apparently, the pig-meat’s put on bread and labeled a hot-dog - “I-I mean, it’s just a nickname...we usually have dogs as pets and friends, not food” - or frankfurter
>You lick your lips as he turns the barbecue off, using tongs to pick the meat up and place it on a plate
>The greasy, savory smell of the frank demands that you give it an appreciative whiff, and you oblige
>He puts them in buns and turns on his ‘television,’ patting the seat beside him on the couch as he sits down
>”You can eat on the couch if you want, Lyra. Maybe I could show you some other human stuff on TV!”
>Well, what kind of roommate would you be to refuse some TV time?


>Day 35 on Earth
>You blush a bit as you notice your saddlebags won’t buckle around you
>You suck in your little belly and strain, but it doesn’t click no matter how hard you try
>You’ve really gained weight, haven’t you?
>Your stomach sticks out a good six inches, and you feel overall soft
>Your face has loft some of its complexion as it fills out all its angular sides with pliable chub
>Your chin feels a lot less defined, too - when you eat pizza with Anon, you feel a bit of jiggle in your jaw and chin
>You feel a very slight decrease in flexibility, too - your legs are slightly puffed up with the food you’ve been devouring over the last month
>You’ve noticed just how much attention your flanks have gotten from Anon over time - they’re nice and big, providing a good cushion for sitting on his sofa with him
>He insists you sit down there most of the time while you eat, so you don’t have to walk your pretty plot to the kitchen for food
>Not that you really want to - you’ve got a horn to do that for you
>You only really get up when you have to go, or when you bathe
>Which is a little less common than it used to be - perhaps one bath or shower every three days
>Your coat is somewhat faded from its usual vibrant self, and your mane isn’t always well-brushed
>Sometimes you just ignore obvious stains until shower day, shrugging it off as facial food, saved for later
>Anon actually started setting up a little living quarters for you around the couch so you hardly have to walk around even during the day
>His somewhat rude table manners and open burping/farting have somewhat affected you, leaving you to simply fart out of habit sometimes
>The way he rubs your belly and feeds you when you’re full, though…
>The way he relieves the pressure in your gut when you’ve got gas
>The way his hands squish at your malleable fat when you’re feeling lenient
>Worth absolutely everything


>Day 49 on Earth
>Oomph, this pizza is the best human food ever
>You mow down the large pizza with Anon, taking in half a slice with every bite as he meekly nibbles at his slice
>You don’t care though - more for you, right?
>You give a small moan of delight at the pepperoni and cheese, licking your lips a bit with every couple bites
>It’s not really to get the drippy grease off of your chin and cheeks - you just love the taste of your pizza-flavored fur
>You let out a burp of relief as you feel your large stomach deflate very slightly from the expelled air
>You rub your belly with a hoof, feeling the foot of stuffed flesh gurgle in response
>Anon takes this as an invitation, putting down his slice and kneeling down to gently massage you
>You feed yourself pizza as he does it
>The pressure builds slowly, but gets released faster by Anon’s magic fingers
>You finish the pizza as Anon stands up, giving you a smile
>”Are you still hungry, Lyra?”
>You nod, feeling your new double-chin shake as you do
“Got chicken fingers?”
>He nods, dutifully making the breaded chicken meat as you take a break from watching the Walking Dead, looking down at yourself
>Your lower face is painted a mixture of yellow and red from all the cheese, mustard, and ketchup you’ve failed to catch, with little bits of food over the last two days lying in wait for you to eat them when you’re ready
>Your ass spreads out from where you sit, the flesh pooling around like Jell-O
>Beneath it, Anon built in a toilet, the pipe hidden under the couch itself so that you never have to get up to go anymore
>Your foot-and-a-half-outward belly acts as a thick, fleshy curtain, covering up your cooter so that your urine doesn’t need any precision to make it into the toilet
>You use your magic to pick up a small bit of this morning’s tater tots, savoring the flavor while you wait for the next course of your wonderful meal


>Day 63 on Earth
>You can’t continue eating anymore
>You had five triple cheeseburgers over the last hour, and you’re unable to take another bite
>Just…one more, though
>You struggle to hold a feeble hoof out, Anon catching on quickly
>He picks up the sixth burger, holding it in front of you
>”Do you still want this?”
>You give a quiet whine as he teases you, nodding shakily
>He leads you on for a little bit before leaning in and pushing the burger into your face
>Your eyes glaze over and you moan as you swallow a large piece of it, panting a bit
>He feeds you the rest of your burger and goes to massaging your belly as he does every five hours
>Your titanic, three-feet-out belly
>He plies at your fat, squeezing when he finds it appropriate
>With every squeeze, you give a loud belch of approval
>Your third chin and heavy cheeks jiggle for a long time as you burp, leaving your face in motion near-constantly
>Your short, fatty forelegs push out a bit as you tell him to move off of your belly
>”Off…going!”
>Your mind shuts off for a few moments as you unload into the couch-toilet
>You’re left panting as you return to reality
>You’re suddenly aware of the precipitation on your body from that exercise, keeping most of your body’s crevices soaked with cool sweat
>You look down at your flanks, smiling dimly as you applaud the work of your immense, three-foot-wide ass
>Man, all that work left you hungry…


>Day…shit, day something on Earth
>The day doesn’t really matter, but you don’t think you’ve moved in at least a week
>You don’t think you can move
>Your hooves have begun to sink into your torso, making them ineffective except as signals to Anon when you need more food
>Your condiment-stained face is over two feet wide on its own - your cheeks are big enough to force you to squint to near-blindness, and your chin has three friends to attach to its bottom, forcing your mouth to hang open
>In fact, your cheeks and chins have started to slowly grow into each other, and you think you feel your back fat encroaching upwards
>Your gargantuan belly is starting to hang off the edge of the couch, onto the ottomans Anon put in front of it for you
>Your eating habits now leave even your upper belly soaked in grease, condiments, and soda
>Your wonderful ass envelops a cushion for each cheek, the toilet invisible to you and Anon alike
>He’s forced to sit close to you, but he obviously doesn’t mind as he gets up to make food or to feed and massage your gut
>Nowadays, Anon usually just orders food and feeds you that
>It saves a lot of time away from your belly to go to the grill, and that’s the most you could ask for
>Your body’s constantly in a damp sweat due to the strain of going to the bathroom and eating so much
>Anon tries to talk to you about subjects like immigration on the less food-heavy days, but who cares about that when you’ve got food like this?
>Now, your stomach grumbles at every waking moment, hungry or not
>And man does that make you wanna eat


>Day sex on Earth
>You don’t think you’ve had a bath in a few months now
>Anon says he wants to do something special for you, though, so he needs to take you out into the yard first
>You try to lean forward to get out of the couch, but you just can’t
>Anon eventually gets your immense girth off the couch and slowly moving to the yard
>And slowly moving to the yard
>And slowly -
>Okay, he can’t move you any further
>He thinks for a bit, giving you a few chicken patties as he thinks things over
>Suddenly he pushes the couch and TV out of the room completely - the only remnant is the piping from your toilet, disconnected so you can make room to grow
>Now you’re sitting in a mostly-empty living room, belly keeping you suspended a foot and a half in the air as Anon plots and schemes
>Before you can tell him you’re hungry, you feel a spray of lukewarm water between your legs
>He’s finally giving you that bath, but you don’t want to get all those food bits back!
>You squirm a bit as he closes in on your ass, spreads your cheeks, and sprays it clean
>You feel yourself get a bit aroused as he cleans off your marehood, though
>After a little bit of finishing that up, you feel him open your cheeks again
>Is that his hand?
>You let out a moan as he pushes his arm inside your moist twat
>He bends his elbow as you feel your inner walls convulse, your libido too high for you to keep going like this
>You orgasm, moaning out and coating his whole right side in your cum before he washes himself off, followed by your belly and face
>You never want to take a bath again
>Not unless he works you like that every time


>Day living-bed on Earth
>After a lot of begging and letting him fuck your belly, Anon started to grow accustomed to the idea of fucking your filthy body
>He’s rolled you back onto your ginormous ass, letting him use your belly as a bed while he feeds and loves you
>Now he’s stuffing you with another set of pizzas
>He’s decided to feed you in his birthday suit, not bothering to get his clothes dirty
>You simply let him push the food down your throat, swallowing as he prepares the next pieces
>You feel an immense ache inside your gigantic stomach and ass as you give your tribute to the pipe in the floor, perfectly positioned so that your shit never gets in the way
>Anon wipes his hands off on your lower belly, the only part that’s not filthy with sauces and snacks
>You definitely feel something poking at your belly as Anon climbs higher up your several feet of gut
>He smiles at you, resting himself face-to-face as his cock prods at your fifth chin
>He closes the distance, messily making out with you
>He grabs at your fourth chin as he starts humping you slightly, making you let out a burp of surprise
>He moves down, positioning himself on your two-feet-deep bellybutton
>”Let’s see how good this will be as a substitute vagina…”
>He starts fucking your bellybutton, the shifting and shaking sending waves through your body and forcing out a long burp from your stomach
>He begins slapping your fat in the hopes of getting your belly to shake even harder
>It works as he reaches his peak, cumming into your largest hole and making you reach the same conclusion as you let out a loud burping moan
>He slowly sinks further into your stomach as he falls asleep on your belly, most of your belly’s leftover food simply sticking to his nude form
>You get hungry while he’s asleep, so you order more pizza
>Wonderful, messy pizza