Pepper Dust Vore/Fats

You are now Pepper Dust, and, quite frankly, you could eat a horse. Literally. And if it weren't for the fact you were in a public place, you probably would have already.

The restaurant you're in has taken an age and a half to actually deliver you your food, and you quickly come to the realization that this is one of those fancier places that obviously believe starving their customers rather than feeding them is a good business practice. At least, judging by the time it takes to give you portions worthy of a filly.

Bad decisions for a place to eat aside, you're still very hungry, and you're not going to empty your wallet just to get a decent meal. Very hungry is an understatement, you decide, as you place a forehoof to your belly. The chubby gut you sport is probably the only reserve saving you from starving to death, in fact.

You contemplate this as you trot out onto the streets of Canterlot, after paying a princely sum for the food you ate in an instant, a cold breeze inspiring an involuntary shiver from you. Your light blue, freckled hide is bare in the near freezing air... and you've forgotten to bring a coat with you. Your extra padding hardly helps you with the temperature. You think one, world ending thought, as you trot along the chilly, darkening streets of the city back towards your hotel: 'How could this day get any worse?'

As if to answer that question for you, a stallion in fairly standard noble garb, his nose distinctly not stuck up in the air as he briskly trots through the streets, obviously hoping to get somewhere quickly. At least, as fast as he's willing to let his pampered, manicured hooves carry him.

Not paying nearly enough attention, the stallion bumps into you, sending him sprawling onto the street. Righting himself quickly, you yourself able to keep your grip upon the cobblestones, he gives you a indignant look. It's obvious he isn't in enough of a hurry to spare you a lecture, going on about how 'you commoners' should 'learn your place' and 'make way for the nobility of this fair city.

It's not long until you decide to humor him and tune him out, looking him over in the meantime. He's got some nice curves, you realize, his chubby belly hardly hidden by his clothing, and flanks that strain against his leggings. You find yourself licking your lips involuntarily, your stomach rumbling.
A glance along the length of the street in the dusk tells you you're all alone with this stallion... and a predatory look overtakes your face.

In a flash, you've lodged the blabbermouth noble's head into your maw, and begin gulping him down as he flails wildly, forcing you on your rump. His chest is no problem, but you find yourself unhinging your jaw as his flabby paunch finds its way down into your gullet, a low moan escaping your threat as you gorge on the fattened buck. His widened flanks give you a nice show as they jiggle and quiver, his rear still kicking like no tomorrow. And it's true, there will be no tomorrow, at least for him. His hips slip down your throat, your tongue running over him, tasting him, all the while, teasing his nerves.

The stallion is now but a massive bulge in your gut, squirming and doing his very best to give you a nice belly massage, whether he realizes it or not. Your gut reaches nearly down to the ground, but not quite, though it does force you to widen your stance as you continue making your way to the hotel. The mass in your stomach provides a wonderful warmth that heats your core, a newfound smile on your muzzle as you waddle to your hotel.

Approaching the hotel, you do your best not to make yourself known as you walk inside, at least, as well as a gorged glutton of a pegasus can be as their belly gurgles and glorps beneath them. Thankfully, the hotel attendant isn't at the desk, and you slip into your hotel room without incident.

Tiredly waddling to your plush bed, you have to awkwardly drop your gut onto the bed, having to contend with a new center of mass as you leverage yourself onto the bed. After dealing with that ordeal, you lay on your back, your gut sloshing with a very satisfying meal. Maybe this night wasn't so bad, after all…

The next morning, you wake up, feeling well rested, but much, much heavier than usual. Getting out of bed takes more work than usual as well, and you look in the full body mirror by your bed, immediately noticing the difference. A pudgy gut reaches below you, halfway to the floor. Your flanks are much wider, looking like they would easily brush against doorways. Your thighs are much the same, overall thicker and more weighty, almost looking like hamshanks. The rest of your body wasn't spared from this stallion’s nutrients, you being pudgified all over. Curling your mouth into a smile, you see two pudgy cheeks quiver slightly. What's wrong with a little winter weight, after all?