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Blob Mac
🕑 Added 2023-09-29 11:26:12 +0000 UTCAfter a long day of apple bucking at Sweet Apple Acres, Big Mac was looking forward to a nice hearty meal after a hard day's work. His strong legs and broad shoulders worked strenuously in the summer heat, hauling large containers of apples on a wagon up and down hilly terrain. The intense labor made dinner all the more appetizing, and with his sister Applejack cooking, it was bound to be delicious. His stomach growled as he pulled the final wagon into the barn. Thinking about what dishes his sister would make, a mail pony flew up to him and handed him a letter.
Big Mac, I hope by the time you receive this letter you’ll be finishing up your work on the farm. If you don’t mind, there’s something I’d really like your help with down at the bakery. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long. See you soon,
Sugar Belle
As hungry as he was, the stallion wouldn’t think about putting off a request from his beloved wife. He headed down to Sugarcube Corner right away. While Mr. and Mrs. Cake were gone on vacation, he knew Sugar Belle had her hooves full filling out dozens of orders, though this was the first time she had to ask him for help. Did she need him to deliver orders around town, or perhaps pick up some baking supplies? Whatever the case, he could at least look forward to some delicious apple treats she had no doubt fixed up for him.
Arriving at the bakery, there was no line of ponies like he thought there’d be. The inside was empty of customers, while the display shelves were fully stocked with treats for any pony to come in and purchase. Big Mac’s stomach growled at the sight of them. Everything in and out of the bakery appeared well managed. With how urgent Sugar Belle’s letter sounded, he curiously scratched the back of his mane.
I wonder what she needs help with, the stallion thought to himself. Everything looks alright here.
Looking to the kitchen door, Big Mac smiled as Sugar Belle walked into the room pulling a cart. His eyes bulged at the cart’s length, rivaling his own wagon back on the farm; however, what surprised him more, was the train of pies and cupcakes Sugar Belle wheeled out. Cream pies and cakes with a fluffy flurry of buttercream frosting all enticed his starved taste buds. Doubtless, she would need him to deliver them all to waiting clients. But the temptation to not snack on at least one of them would prove a tantalizing trial.
“Big Mac,” Sugar Belle snapped him out of his trance, “you came just in time. I managed to quickly fill out all of Mrs. Cake’s orders for today, so I had plenty of time to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. Oooh, I’m so excited.”
The stallion’s heart melted at her giddiness. The cuteness of her giggling laugh, the elation in having him there, and the look of passionate longing in her eyes, filled him with joy to see her so happy over what she had possibly prepared for him.
“You-um-said you needed help with something?”
“Oh, yes. This is what I needed your help with,” she directed his attention back to the cart.
“Alright, where do you want me to deliver them?”
Sugar Belle giggled. “These aren’t for delivery. They’re for you.”
“Uh…which ones?”
“All of them.”
Pardon, thought Big Mac. His stomach bellowed a hungry growl, catching Sugar Belle’s attention. She trotted over, giving it a playful prod with a hoof.
“Sounds like some pony’s starving. I knew all that apple bucking would work up a huge appetite, so I figured this would be a perfect time for you to try all of my different recipes.”
Big Mac flushed as she prodded his gut. As hungry of a stallion as he was, the volume of food on display seemed rather excessive for just one pony. “Um…how many recipes do you need my help with?”
“Oh, just a few. Don’t worry though, I know you’re more than able to handle what I’ve made for you. So what do you say, can you help me?”
The look of sweet innocence on Sugar Belle’s face smashed through Big Mac’s reluctance; her adorable smile, beady eyes, and enthusiasm were impossible to refuse. “Eee…yup?”
“Yes,” Sugar Belle cheered, “oh thank you Big Mac, I promise you, you won’t regret it. Here, start with this first.”
She held out a chocolate cream pie, practically pushing it up to Big Mac’s face. He graciously accepted, holding it with one hoof. An awkward pause came between them as he waited for her to perhaps cut him a slice or provide perhaps a utensil for him, but nothing happened, she merely continued staring with gleeful anticipation. Feeling a tad bewildered, he inched toward the pie, biting off a small section of it. More breading than actual cream covered his tongue before he swallowed, bashfully smiling back at Sugar Belle who didn’t appear amused.
“You’re gunna have to take a much bigger bite than that. Come on, don’t be afraid to really dig in. I know you’re hungry.”
Big Mac’s belly grumbled in agreement; a pang of warm discomfort sat inside it as it tried digesting the empty void. She was right, he was hungry, and she took time out of her day to make this cartload of food just for him. If watching him dig into her food made her happy, then he would show his gratitude. Helping her test out her recipes is just the cherry on top.
The coolness of the cream dabbed at Big Mac’s muzzle as he dove in, biting off a large chunk of pie. His heart fluttered hearing Sugar Belle giggle, who watched with intense interest leaning beside the cart. The pie itself was delicious, chocolatey chunks crunching under his teeth mixing with the whipped and chocolate cream. He expected nothing short of delectable from his beloved’s baking talents, which had only improved after taking an apprenticeship with Mrs. Cake.
With his current hunger, Big Mac surprised himself at how quickly he managed to finish the pie. Licking the cream and crumbs from the tin and what remained on his muzzle, he murmured with delight, ready to give his vocal approval on a successful recipe.
“Now try this one, it’s peanut butter cream. Go on, try it.”
Big Mac craned his neck back, accepting the next pie after Sugar Belle pressed it against the tip of his nose. He began wolfing it down the same as the last, but looking up from the tin, he watched as the eager mare already grabbed the next pie for him to eat. Immediately after he finished, she fervently shoved the next one in his face, not even giving him enough time to lick the cream from his mouth. The insistence of her hoof jamming the pie against him sent him reeling into a sitting position. Muzzle deep in dessert, he wryly smiled over the bubbling joy feeding him was bringing her.
After eating six pies, Big Mac’s hunger was more than satiated. However, he diligently accepted more treats, not wanting to upset the mare while she was currently so happy. She moved onto feeding him the plump cupcakes, using her magic, to remove the paper cups from four of them. “Okay, open wide.”
Big Mac obliged, feeling a droplet of sweat trickle down the side of his face, worried at how roughly she intended to feed him. His eyes jolted open as she flung all four cupcakes into his mouth at once, each one being the size of an orange. He clamped his mouth shut in an attempt to chew, feeling the buttercream disperse throughout his mouth. His cheeks were packed, and even with the bread as soft as a marshmallow, it was a chore to swallow down. He winced as it passed down his throat, building up in his chest like he swallowed an inflating balloon. All the while, he noticed Sugar Belle biting her lip at the spectacle, enjoying his struggle to gulp down what she fed him.
She continued the same forceful treatment with the other food on the cart, feeding him cupcakes four at a time and complimenting him the easier it became. The remaining pies she held up for him, rotating them until the whole tin was clean. Once the cart was finished, she pushed it back into the kitchen, humming a happy tune. Big Mac groaned as he stood himself back up, both amazed and appalled he was capable of eating everything; during which, he was too focused on gorging to even notice the cart was nearly finished. He looked down at his swollen stomach hanging halfway down to the floor and stretched as wide as a barrel of cider.
Tarnation, he thought to himself, it’ll take weeks of apple bucking to work off all of this.
“So, which recipe did you like the most,” Sugar Belle called from inside the kitchen.
With how focused he was on eating everything she fed him, he had forgotten how each specific treat tasted. “Um…they were all very good. It’s…uh…kinda tough to choose a favorite.”
“Oh, well that’s okay.”
The stallion watched in horror as Sugar Belle brought out a second cart loaded with all the same treats, but this time numbering twice as many.
“I thought you wouldn’t be able to decide with just one sample, so I made you twice as much. Now you’ll be able to choose a favorite for sure.”
“S-Sugar Belle, I don’t think I can, *mrrff*!”
“Hehe, you’re such a terrific assistant, Big Mac. I can’t think of any pony better to help me with these recipes.”
She shoved another pie into his mouth, smothering him with cool-soft cream until it reached the back of his throat. Out of reflex, he swallowed the glob of pie, only for Sugar Belle to magically gather what pie remained on the tin into a floating-creamy orb, stuffing his cheeks before he could get a word in. The stallion grew uncomfortably conflicted hearing the mare coo, giggle, and murmur with glee while stuffing his face. Worrying about having more treats packed into his full stomach, he hadn’t the heart to stop her enjoyment just yet.
Fully submitting himself to her whims, Big Mac kept his mouth willfully open, causing Sugar Belle to giddily increase the pace at which she fed him. He stood firmly in place, keeping himself from reeling back from the force of her insistent feeding. His muffled gulps mixed with her joyous squealing with each mouthful he consumed. A stream of desserts continuously packed his throat, as if he were guzzling an actual river of cream. The sugary smorgasbord barely allowed him to catch his breath between gulps. Thinking between how full he felt and how much food remained, the stallion’s expanding waistline grew increasingly more apparent with each passing second.
The pace at which Big Mac ate swelled his once strong-tall build like an inflating balloon. His back began to curve from the weight of his low hanging belly, dangling above the floor like a fat-juicy tomato bending the vine. His waist rounded nearly twice his original size, and to his embarrassment, began forming a pair of supple love handles. His once burly limbs felt fuller and heavier, gently squishing against a now pudgy chest and rotund underbelly. Most notably, he could feel the plethora of pies and cupcakes churning within his gut; a veritable keg of cream and frosting bubbling into chunky layers of horse fat.
After several more minutes of restless eating, the stallion was finally able to catch his breath. Like before, he couldn’t remember any of the individual foods he ate as he simply received anything he was given. The time he spent tirelessly swallowing mound after mound of pies and cupcakes was a blur; finally being able to stop felt like waking up from a dream. A low rumbling gurgle came from the pit of his stomach, and looking down at his body, he could only dejectedly moan at the blimp he had become.
Fatter than any cow back on the farm, his body now brimmed with corpulent rolls and rich layers of fat. His belly now fully coated the floor, squishing against all four of his hooves and spilling out to his sides. A chorus of blorping and glorping came from inside of it, growing louder at the slightest shift of his legs. The apples of his cutie mark stretched with his now curvaceous flanks, both of which were now plumped up like a pair of prize winning pumpkins. His thighs jiggled as he lifted his back legs, feeling them squish against his underbelly, squelching his indigested gorge even further.
Though Big Mac felt melancholy over his blubbery state, he was taken aback by Sugar Belle falling against his swollen middle. Suddenly, an odd tingling sensation filled his body as she began caressing his supple figure. The feel of her dainty hooves squishing into his plush fur made his mane stand on end. His cheeks flushed a fiery red at her groping his lush flank; his nostrils snorted steamy air feeling her pat it with approval, jiggling the rest of his lower body. She ran a foreleg down the rolls of his back, squishing them on her way to the back of his neck before meeting him face to face, holding his grapefruit sized cheeks in both her hooves.
“*Mmm*, wow, Big Mac. You make a really handsome tubbo. I knew my treats would make you nice and big, but this is better than I could have hoped for.”
Big Mac wryly smiled, equal parts confused and flustered as Sugar Belle squished his cheeks. “Y-you…wanted me…to get like this?”
“Oh, definitely. Actually, I didn’t expect you to actually finish three whole carts full of treats, but you just kept eating and eating. I’m so happy to see how much you enjoy my baking, and all this soft-huggable fat looks so good on you, and it feels good too. Don’t you think so?”
Sugar Belle lifted a portion of his belly, using an entire foreleg just to bounce it up and down. Big Mac sloppily grinned, bashful and bothered by the odd sense of pleasure he felt having his fat handled by her. Feeling his heft wobble about, how large in scale he was compared to her and other ponies, the weight of his body squishing against his limbs and rolls, and the immense joy it all brought Sugar Belle, made it difficult to deny that he didn’t feel some sort of enjoyment for his new obese figure.
“But you know,” said Sugar Belle, “I still have more recipes to try out, and I think you could still get much…much fatter. What do you say?”
Big Mac looked to his own gut, wobbling the side of it with a hoof. He huffed a pleasurable sigh through his nose, indulging at how his current feast sloshed throughout his belly. If being this engorged managed to bring him and Sugar Belle this much pleasure, the thought of doubling his size again could potentially bring even more glee to the both of them. Additionally, he was curious of the extent of his own appetite; with how easily he managed to eat on autopilot, he wondered how much more food his overly sated stomach could handle.
Sugar Belle lit up as Big Mac nodded in approval. “Perfect! I just knew you would agree. Wait here while I go get your cakes.”
Kissing Big Mac on his chubby cheek, the mare trotted off back to the kitchen with her empty cart. At this point, it didn’t surprise Big Mac that she had another course of desserts prepared for him. Sitting on the floor, he looked over his huge hay bale of a belly, holding as much as he could in his embrace. Between him and the wall in front of him, he tried envisioning how fat he’d have to get for his belly to reach it. He nervously swallowed spit at the enormity he’d have to attain. With how unyielding Sugar Belle was when feeding him her basic treats, she would undoubtedly go overboard trying to fatten him up with her cakes.
Anxiety welled in his chest upon hearing Sugar Belle grunting just to wheel out the cart. As she kicked open the door and pulled it out, Big Mac nearly fell over from shock at the sight of not one, not two, not even three cakes, but five towering five layer cakes pressing against one another just to fit on the cart. The base of each cake was twice the size of Sugar Belle’s waistline; the height of each one as tall as a ladder. Placing his hooves on his blorping gut, the stallion suddenly felt full beyond belief at the thought of just eating one of these cakes, let alone all five of them.
“I know they look intimidating,” said Sugar Belle, “but just relax and do what you did before. Just keep that mouth open, gobble up everything you’re given, and don’t think about how much is left, but what a huge mountain of stallion blubber you’ll be when you finish.”
She leaned onto Big Mac’s gut with a squelch, pushing herself forward to rub her muzzle against his. Her affection helped to relieve some of his worries. More so than his own newfound pleasure for fattening up, he knew she would be over the moon for each new pound he’d gain. With her delight being his primary motivator above all others, he grew determined to please her as much as he could stomach.
Big Mac opened his mouth and closed his eyes, relaxing himself for what was to come. Sugar Belle grunted as she lifted the cake with her magic, struggling to use it on such a heavy object. The cake’s shadow ominously loomed over the stallion, the mare’s magic being all that was between him and being buried by it. Tilting the cake at an angle, she formed a sort of magic funnel at the bottom of the cake, flooding it down Big Mac’s gullet in an avalanche of bread and frosting.
Feeling his throat instantly fill, the stallion’s eyes shot wide open. All he could see was the giant wall of cake leaning over him, blocking off all view of the front of the room. His labored gulps played in unison with his burbling belly, which loudly bubbled as a landfill of cake filled every inch of space. The weight of the cake forced him to lean back and hold himself up with his forelegs pushing against the floor. Legs spread out to his sides, his belly had all the room it needed to surge outward in every direction it wanted.
Amid gulping down mounds of cake, Big Mac could feel his body fattening at an exponential rate. His gut poured further onto the floor, spilling farther and farther away from his limbs. Its overhang enveloped more of his burgeoning thighs, and his thickening waistline squished against his forelimbs helping to prop him up. His fattening flanks provided a cushioned seat for him on the floor, pushing out behind him and squishing against his widening lower back. His yolk grew tighter around his portly neck, which rounded into a chunky roll of neck blubber.
After several minutes, the weight of the cake greatly reduced as Big Mac ate down the final two layers. Comfortably sitting upright once again, he used a hoof to help push the remaining layers down his gullet, getting a squeal of delight out of Sugar Belle. He contentedly murmured upon taking his last gulp, feeling his neck fat pool around his plump cheeks after removing his yolk. Sugar Belle huffed with steamy breath, biting her lip at the behemoth of red fur and lard.
“Sweet Celestia, B-B-Big Mac,” the mare pressed herself against his belly, “l-look how much fatter o-o-one cake made you.”
“*Bworp*, eeeyup.” Big Mac collapsed his bulky forearms onto his gut with a squelch, wobbling his belly like a tub of jello.
Sugar Belle cooed at the stunning results of her baking; even his voice grew huskier along with his size. She caressed his soft fur with both forelegs, feeling the sludge-like remnants of all her baked food mold to her touch underneath his vast layer of fat. Exploring the rest of his body, she marveled at his corpulent love handles, thighs, and massive rear, jiggling everything in her hooves sighing with bliss at the sight of it all. It made her further blush to hear Big Mac’s own flustered snorting as she fondled his fat. The butterflies in her stomach raged like a fiery tornado. As hot and bothered as she was over his current size, she wanted more; she needed more.
“Okay, here comes cake number two. R-ready, Big Mac?”
“Eeeyup.”
Bringing over his second cake, Sugar Belle was happy to see the stallion leaning forward with his mouth open, greedily eager to gorge on another cake. His gluttony inspired her to increase the size of the magical funnel, forcing more cake into his mouth than before. However, Big Mac didn’t mind as he became entranced by fattening himself up and Sugar Belle’s intoxicating love of it. He leaned further onto his belly, forelegs wrapped over it and feeling his underbelly pushing against his spindly hind hooves. With what little muscle his back legs still retained, he stood himself up, lazily lying atop of his massive gut while his hind hooves barely managed to touch the floor.
The stallion glutted down the cake with reckless abandon, reaching out with his fat forelegs just to pull the cake closer to him. He tried forcing his mouth wider, shoving more cake between his cheeks to the point his throat bulged like he were swallowing a barrel full of apples. Sugar Belle took a few steps back, surprised by her mate’s wanton gluttony developing before her very eyes. Once the cake got down to three layers, Big Mac was already trying to push it all down at once. The mare immediately had another cake ready, shoving it into his muzzle the moment he opened his mouth after swallowing.
The burbling from Big Mac’s overgorged gut bellowed like a frightening beast throughout the bakery. So immensely corpulent was his fattening body that upon first glance he hardly resembled that of an average pony. Finishing his third cake had swelled him large enough to flatten his apple carrying wagon back on the farm. His underbelly had completely lifted his hind legs off the ground, digging his meaty thighs into the bed of soft blubber and propping up his titanic rear above his head. His entire body rippled like pudding from the slightest pat of his hooves, causing him to let out muffled moans of pleasure feeling the rolls on his body squish together.
Watching the stallion begin to guzzle down the fourth cake, Sugar Belle found herself moving closer to her cart the more she backed up; the encroaching sea of sloshing red fur spilled closer toward the surrounding walls, decreasing the amount of space between them. From his lying position, Big Mac’s belly now stood taller than her, with his expansive chest now blocking any view of his head from down below. His foreleg was now fatter than her own torso, both of them lazily lying at his sides, too fat to reach the cake due to his chest and neck rolls squishing against them.
As Big Mac neared finishing his fourth cake, Sugar Belle stood atop of the cart, watching his fat beginning to envelop the wheels. Ecstatic towards his blubbery transformation and with only one cake left, she thought of how to prolong his feeding, fattening him up just a little bit more before her own overuse of magic tired her out. While he gulped down the remainder of the fourth cake, she quickly scoured the back kitchen, gathering up large piping bags and ten tubs of various flavored frosting, bringing them all to the front of the shop. Guiltily grinning, she’d be sure to pay Mrs. Cake back for them in time.
With but a moment's reprieve, the stallion moaned from absolute fullness, unable to comprehend the sheer volume of desserts he had eaten. He could hardly move his hooves thanks to his limbs being coated with so much lard. Each direction he turned his head, his cheeks would squish against a luscious ring of neck blubber. Every burp and hiccup caused such a painful strain on his stomach, he felt like a bloated water balloon with a needle dangerously prodding it.
“We’re almost done,” said Sugar Belle, “just a few more sweets to go.”
Big Mac let out a taxing moan before suddenly having something new shoved in his mouth. Through dazed eyes, he saw a collection of piping bags, all bigger than his head, stuffed in his mouth at multiple angles. Like an opened fire hydrant, a cascade of rich icing shot into his gullet. Its thick texture weighed heavily on his throat and chest, like trying to swallow a vat of peanut butter. Finishing the entire batch, he groaned feeling fit to burst before having another several bags shoved in his face again.
When the buckets of icing were finally finished, Big Mac languidly ate at the final cake; his gluttonous zeal finally slowing down to a grind. After a couple hours of non stop eating, the Ponyville sun slowly set on the horizon. Ponies who wished to grab a sugary treat before the night came were met with disappointment reading the, “closed,” sign on the front door. From outside, all they could hear was the exhausted wailing of a pony, and a symphony of soupy sloshing and hiccuping.
With his feast finally finished, the full realization of his gluttony hit Big Mac like a train. His hooves were practically swallowed up by his lardaceous limbs, growing so thick with fat he could hardly move them. His rotund face became slightly buried under his multiple layers of neck rolls, folding over the back of his head and partially smothering his ears and cheeks squishing against the corners of his eyes. His blubbery mass of a body had completely enveloped the cart, the dessert display to his left, and the walls to his right, while his mountainous rear brushed against the ceiling. His corpulence filled out a heaping portion of the shop; with a few more hours of eating, he would no doubt push through the ceiling and tear down the wall, flooding into the kitchen.
Sugar Belle managed to climb up near his head, nearly avoiding being pinned to the wall by his robust chest. Laying down on a bed of neck rolls, she kissed his fat cheek and rubbed underneath his muzzle. “That was…so much fun,” she sighed, relieved at being able to give her magic a rest. “I think…we may have overdone it a little…but you make such a handsome blob, Big Mac. Thank you.”
“*Hic-hilp*, *ooogh*, e-eeyup, *orp*.”
“I can’t believe…you’ve managed to glut so much. You think…you’d be able to keep going…if I made more cakes?”
“N-nnope, *hilp*, *mmmff*.”
“You’re right, better to give that belly of yours a rest. From all that noise it's making, you’ll be sleeping off all those desserts for quite awhile. And you’ll still be the fattest-heftiest-most attractive stallion in all Equestria. And I have you…all to…my-self…”
Big Mac wryly smiled as Sugar Belle rested her head on his cheek like a pillow, peacefully snoozing away while her body bobbed around on his wobbling blubber. As she slept, he took a final inventory of his immeasurable blobbiness. Though his hiccups caused him a pang of discomfort, he couldn’t help but sloppily grin from the stimulating pleasure of his jiggling lard. Feeling rolls upon rolls throughout his body all squishing and folding over one another, the weight of his heft rubbing against nearly every corner of the room, and the ocean of sloshing gluttony roiling inside of him, brushing against his packed stomach lining and innards, giving him a most delectable inner stomach massage, caused him to drool with hedonistic satisfaction.
Never thought being this huge, *hmmf*, would feel this good, he thought to himself. I’m one lucky stallion, *hnnf*, to have a wife like her.”
Nestling himself into his neck lard, Big Mac succumbed to the tiring effects of his feast. Mare and Stallion slept together among a chorus of hiccups, snoring, and stomach sounds, cuddled up together in love and appreciation for one another. She would dream of the coming occasions of preparing many more feasts for him, growing him as big as his barn back home. As for him, he smiled and swooned at his own indulgent image of her; large and luscious, she’d make a heart stopping-mouth watering beauty of a tremendous, blubbery, corpulent mare.
