Blitz and the Blob

Kim had been a small pony, once. Back when she was a little filly—both in age and stature—she had been a carefree, energetic little mare; flying everywhere, doing everything, loving every second of life in the hyperactive sugar rush of youth.

She wasn’t so little anymore, and she hardly even attempted to fly nowadays, but the rest was much the same. Carefree, enthusiastic, loving life… the only thing that had really changed since those good old days was that she had grown up.

And out.

Mostly out.

This once little pony now found herself taking up more space by the day. Her bloated hide had recently surpassed thirty-two tons in weight and was rapidly approaching on thirty-three. Her bulk nearly filled the largest room in the house, leaving only a thin ring of floor space where her caretakers could deliver food and drink to try and sate her tumultuous appetite. Her legs were buried in thick bags of fat, even the very tips of her horseshoes completely enveloped and invisible. Cheeks and chins surrounded her face, simultaneously propping it up and threatening to swallow it entirely. The rest of her body cascaded down to the floor, engulfing the mattress, the king-sized bed frame, and anything else unfortunate enough to have been under her.

This grandiose physique had come at the cost of her mobility, hygiene and health; but it was all worth it for them. They who had granted Kim every luxury, shelter, care, and—most importantly—food. The delighted look in her owner’s eyes as they entered the room was almost as fulfilling as the meals they provided. Her only regret how fleeting their snuggle sessions seemed.

Blitz was no small pegasus themself, their chubby features and wide rump giving way to a vast stomach that dragged across the floor with each lumbering step. The fact that Blitz’s entire body was still smaller than one of Kim’s butt cheeks was just testament to their desire and resources.

They gleefully waddled over, dragging themself up the forward rolls of Kim’s body to wrap their fore-hooves around the tyre of her neck and plant a soft kiss to the lips of the magnificent pegasus blob.

“Mmm, chocolatey…” Blitz smiled as they continued lapping at her lips, their hooves sunk several inches deep into Kim’s overflowing grey blubber. “Been eating lots, lard mountain?”

“Of course,” She returned, barely stifling a belch as she smiled.

“Good girl,” Blitz said as they groped at a slab of fat swaddling Kim’s immobile hoof, letting out a contented purr and pushing in deeper to deliver a more substantial kiss; sinking their muzzle in-between those sagging beach ball cheeks to do so. Blitz’s lips meeting Kim’s sloppy, messy, slobbery mouth. Kim’s hums would turn to muffled moans as Blitz’s tongue swirled around her maw, brushing itself against her fat, lazy tongue. There was a low grumble, small warning for when a thunderous belch erupted from deep within Kim’s gut, forcing the pair’s lips apart.

Blitz’s taste in partners was fairly obvious. ‘Gluttonous’ was probably a key word, ‘voracious’ another. Either way, they liked her large and they loved her larger, and no expense would be spared on making her as large as possible.

Their make-out session was, quite predictably, cut short by Kim’s insatiable hunger. Blitz’s ears would always perk as the low grumble of Kim’s stomach would first appear, growing steadily louder until eventually the complaints would grow too loud to ignore. At times like this, her mouth had more important things to do than kiss.

Blitz withdrew themself from the crevice of Kim’s face, their own face sweaty from physical exertion and how humid it was just being near to her. “Let’s fill her up, guys,”

A colleague handed them this meal’s hoses, gently coaxing them past his lover’s lips and binding her muzzle shut with tape. It was a rudimentary but effective technique to stop them from accidentally falling out, made necessary as no face mask could adequately navigate her swollen cheeks anymore.

They stayed near to her face as the food started to flow. It was always a pleasure to watch her eat, even like this. She would let her cheeks swell with the blended high calorie mixture before gulping it down, working her way into a rhythmic pattern. Fill. Gulp. Fill. Gulp. Fill. Gulp. She would become lost to the world, eyes glossing over as she became ignorant of everything around her. All she would do is eat, and eat, and eat, until someone or something made her stop.

God, there was a reason they loved her.

Blitz lingered a while longer, just watching her with joy as she put away gallons after gallons of calorie-dense goop without so much as a whimper.

Satisfied that she was happy, they gave her a smooch on the cheek and slid back to ground level. She would be like this for hours, probably until they next had to stop to clean out and refill the machinery. Maybe then they might be able to sneak in a few more smooches.