"Mhmm..." Rainbow moaned as she woke up, taking a deep breath. She was so comfortable, she just didn't want to move. Not that it was that easy to. Her stomach was heavier than she remembered it last night, but she was use to that by now. Pinkie had explained once about shifting food and morning tiredness... honestly, Dash didn't really care that much. Pinkie would take care of her anyway.
"Morning cupcake." Pinkie said, kissing Dash on the lips. Dash hadn't even opened her eyes yet, and she was getting pampered. She had definitely gotten used to this, but still, yeah, she could get used to this.
"Ready for breakfast, Dashie?" Pinkie asked. Dash finally opened her eyes, seeing Pinkie in an apron and chef's hat. She had some dough on her cheek. Dash moved forward to lick it off, but her gigantic belly got in the way. Pinkie giggled and leaned in, letting Dash lick her cheek.
"I'm starving, I hope you made plenty!" Dash told her. Pinkie couldn't have a wider smile hearing that. Dash grinned in return. This was such a sweet deal. She got it all, and it seemed like the more she relaxed and asked Pinkie for things, the happier Pinkie got. It had definitely gone to her head, and she could be quite demanding.
"Where is it already?" Dash asked, unsure why she was woken up before food.
"Just a minute Dashie~!" Pinkie replied. She got up on the side of the bed and began to push against Dash's fat, blubbery stomach. Her food mostly digested (though her belly never got totally empty these days) Dash's tummy was soft and gave way. Unusual for ponies, and a sign of just how obese she was, Dash had rolls, her belly like a giant pile of dough wrapped up in a blue balloon. Thank goodness earth ponies were so strong (with some members known to pull houses...) that Pinkie easily rolled Dash onto her back.
"Here you go Dashie~" Pinkie put a plate of eclairs to Dash's side, going to rub her belly as she usually did. Dash grunted as she moved one tubby foreleg. She had so much fat creasing around her shoulder and hanging from her foreleg that the idea of moving her hoof back and forth to her mouth was really unappealing. The athlete part of Dash died a little more when she made that decision.
"Hey, Pinks... could you help me here?" She asked. Pinkie peered up from behind the dome of blubber blocking most of Dash's blue. She saw her obese fillyfriend, head sunk into nearly a dozen chins, give an annoyed glance at the plate of eclairs. Pinkie's eyes lit up like christmas lights.
"Of course, my little cupcake~" Pinkie said. She grabbed the plate, and then clambered on top of Dash's belly. Dash grunted. Feeling Pinkie Pie's body splayed over her soft, sensitive flesh... Pinkie shoving eclairs into her mouth... Dash was in bliss.
Of course, out of sight for Dash, Pinkie had brought up a feast's worth of foods. Breakfast foods, but a lot of sugary and fattening baked goods, Pinkie's recipes designed for maximum fattening. She brought enough over so that she didn't have to keep running back and forth, and lay over Dash, rubbing her body on Dash's belly as she fed her. Dash lay there, inflated legs hanging uselessly in the air, eyes closed and mouth open as Pinkie pampered her into ecstasy. Pinkie cooed to her as she fed the pegasus, talking about how beautiful she was, what a good fillyfriend she is, and how she could leave everything to good ol' Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie meanwhile was having such a rush. Her position meant she got to feel Dash fill up, her belly containing a massive, balloon-like stomach that could digest entire feasts with ease. She thought she smelled her own scent halfway through the meal, only to realize that Dash's bliss had crossed over into sexual pleasure. Then that got Pinkie really wet. Her fillyfriend was transforming into the perfect plump pet, someone learning to love her kink as much as Pinkie did.
Finally Pinkie ran out of food. She could tell Dash wasn't full yet - well, she wasn't "full" in that she could physically force down another bite if asked - but it would half to do. Dash's eyes opened, half-lidded. She was either sleepy, or...
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