Lucid Lunch, Lucid Love

Kim awoke with a start, her massive body shaking as she did. The immobile blob of pegasus had been watching TV, having just eaten a bountiful lunch whilst lazing in bed.

Things were suddenly very different. Her bed was gone, replaced by a wide, golden throne. Her bedroom had been replaced by a vast, opulent dining hall. She was surrounded by tables, each one groaning under the weight of the platters piled high upon them. The smell of fried chicken, greasy cheese pizzas, and her most beloved hamburgers filled the air.

Her mouth started to water uncontrollably. She must have dozed off and was now dreaming. Still, this was a very delicious-smelling dream. She may as well enjoy it!

She strained and struggled for a moment, suddenly realising that the food was too far from her to reach. Her beached belly still kept her pinned in place despite the dream scenario.

From a shadowy corner, a figure suddenly stepped forward, a sly grin filling their face. It was another pony, another pegasus even. A stallion with creamy fur, a red-streaked mane and a cutie mark curiously consisting of an ice cream sundae with bacon sticking out of it. He was even fat—nowhere as large as Kim—but large enough that his belly brushed along the ground as he trotted over to her.

“I’ve prepared this feast just for you, my dearest Kim,” he said, voice dripping in seduction. “I want you to indulge yourself in all your favourite foods. Eat until you can’t possibly take another bite.”

Kim felt a rush of anticipation as she looked back at the spread. The thought of devouring every morsel of it made her heart race. The stallion pushed the nearest table to within her reach and she began shovelling food into her mouth with reckless abandon. A massive cheeseburger and a raft of fries and onion rings were all pulled into her hungry maw as quickly as her hooves could muster.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she chewed that first massive mouthful. The food tasted divine, unnaturally so. Perfectly fitting for a dream, but it still made her moan in utter delight.

The stallion just watched her intently. “That’s a good piggy.” He smiled quietly.

That mouthful was rapidly followed by many more. As Kim ate, she felt a weird sensation building within her. She quickly realised that she was swelling up, growing larger and heavier with every single bite she took. Even more curiously, she already felt utterly full. She had yet to finish even a fraction of the first table, yet her stomach felt taut and uncomfortable.

The stallion whispered in her ear. “Keep going,” he spoke softly but firmly. She felt powerless to resist his voice. She kept going.

The stallion hopped up next to her on her wide throne. He leant forward and picked up one of the towering cheeseburgers, taking a large bite out of it before gently coaxing the rest of it into Kim’s mouth. Kim gladly accepted it. She moaned more, each mouthful somehow more delectable than the last.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” he cooed, “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

The stallion leaned himself into Kim’s plush, overflowing gut and started gently rubbing circles into it with a hoof.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continued, “So round. So soft. So… perfect.”

Kim blushed hot red from the compliment, but she didn’t let it distract her. She wasn’t used to eating food this good, or to being encouraged to eat so much, especially by someone so tender and loving. The whole experience was making her feel so warm inside.

Suddenly, she was back in her bedroom, staring at the same walls she spent her days looking at. Her heart sank.

“You’re such a good girl to eat all of this delicious food for me.” A familiar voice whispered in her ear. Kim’s heart rose again, her blush returning.

The stallion had reappeared next to her, a large platter of pancakes in his hoof, each stack soaked in syrup and topped with a small mountain of whipped cream. He smiled tenderly, hoof-feeding the first stack to her with the utmost care.

Like everything before it, she couldn’t help but moan in pleasure; the pancakes were so rich and so sweet that she couldn’t help herself. She chewed and swallowed the entire stack within seconds.

“Please… more…” She murmured, her eyes pleading.

The stallion smiled, directing another stack of the dripping, calorie-laden pancakes towards her mouth. As she chewed, Kim felt the sensation build within her again. The feeling that every calorie entering her body was actively making her grow larger, heavier, and fuller.

“You’re getting so big,” the stallion murmured, one hoof feeding her another stack, whilst the other moved to stroke along her distended gut. “But you’re still the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

Kim felt a shiver run through her body. After so long living with her brother’s indignant jabs about her weight, she adored the praise more than she cared to admit. She wanted this so much. She wanted to eat more, to feel her belly grow even larger, to be admired and doted on like this forever.

In a blink, she was back in the giant dining hall. The buffet was even larger than it was before, the aromas of hundreds—maybe thousands—of platters all mingling in the air around her.

“Eat up, my love,” the stallion said, a large silver bowl of carbonara being placed before her like a trough. She dived head-first into it, desperately slurping up the creamy pasta like the dream could end at any moment. She moaned again, unable to stop when everything was so delicious.

She felt full, so so full; but her bloated belly just kept swelling, her skin strained under the load of how much she was eating, but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She wanted more.

So she ate and ate and ate. Platter after platter disappeared down her gullet, some of them fed by the stallion, the others her own doing. She glutted ferociously, ignoring the continuing protests of her overstuffed stomach.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, both fore-hooves now rubbing wide circles into her massive belly. “You’re going to be the biggest, most beautiful pony in the world.”

Kim’s cheeks turned almost as red as her straining stomach. With renewed vigour she filled her cheeks with everything she could reach, chewing and swallowing as frantically as she could.

No protests from her body could ring louder in her ears than the stallion’s sweet nothings.

She wanted to be the biggest and the heaviest pony ever. To be admired and loved for her incredible size. To be proud of her bottomless appetite.

The room shifted again. She was back in her bedroom, but things were different. It was as if the room had been stretched horizontally, everything within it now far wider than it was in reality.

She was delighted to realise that her body still filled this extra-wide rendition of her bed. She had grown so much already.

The stallion reappeared in front of her. He too had grown. Whereas before his barrel brushed the floor, it now pressed hard against it, his flanks wide and heavy, his face thick and round.

“A gift for my gluttonous angel.” He smiled, presenting a giant, tiered chocolate cake to her. He waddled forth to lean on her, this time on her front. His bulging, bloated stomach pressed against hers. She shivered gently. The stallion, so soft, so warm, so caring. A tall, thick slice of cake was pressed to her lips.

She continued as she did before. She ate, she swelled, and she persisted despite feeling so painfully full. The stallion’s praises circled through her mind: his food filling her with fat, his words filling her with pleasure.

“More,” she gasped, her voice had grown hoarse, “I want more. I need more.”

The stallion obliged, a platter of dozens of large steaks being produced as if from nowhere, each one thick with marbling and dripping with butter. He lifted the first up to her lips, brushing it against her sagging chins along the way, leaving a trail of grease down her face.

It was—as she had come to expect—unimaginably delectable, decadent and fattening. Each steak seemed to add dozens of pounds, straining her already stretched stomach to an even more exaggerated size. The stallion kept feeding her studiously, emptying the platter into her bottomless pit of a belly.

She felt so heavy now. She could barely move, unable to even shift her weight on the ultra-wide bed that she was now comfortably overflowing.

But she didn’t care. Her mouth was still drooling, still hungry for more. Utterly lost in the pleasure of the food, the praises the stallion sang of her, and the sense of being utterly and completely ruled by her gluttony.

“I’m so big…” she murmured. “I’ve never felt this full, this… good…”

The stallion nodded, his eyes sparkling in delight. “You’re beautiful, my love. Absolutely stunning.”

“Can I have more?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They were suddenly back in the dining hall. Like her bedroom, everything had become distorted and stretched, her widened throne still barely containing her immense bulk. The stallion had grown once again too. He was almost as large as Kim used to be, his easily-immobile girth was stuck laying upon her own immense body.

The largest fountain of cheese fondue that Kim had ever seen presented itself on the table in front of her.

The stallion began ladling huge spoonfuls of melted cheese into her mouth, the hot, creamy mess just adding to the warmth she felt from the stallion’s affections.

She felt so happy. She wanted to keep eating. To keep growing larger and larger. To be the biggest, most beautiful pony in the world.

The stallion continued to feed her, the mare too far past the point of being able to feed herself. His adoration was evident in every touch, every word, and every morsel of delicious food he fed to her.

Time passed, she couldn’t be sure how much. She continued to eat and grow, her appetite and desires utterly insatiable. Her body kept swelling and stretching with every mouthful, reaching and surpassing previously unimaginable proportions. She outgrew the throne entirely, past the point that she would have filled her entire bedroom at home, and continued to grow even fatter still—all of her still just a fraction of the cavernous dining hall and the endless supply of food hosted within it.

No matter how much she ate, no matter how painfully full she got, and no matter how catastrophically large she became, she felt completely at peace. She knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be; a living mountain of fat, surrounded by an endless supply of food and a loving, doting partner to feed all of it to her.

“I… love you,” Kim whispered, her voice trembling.

The stallion smiled. For the first time, he set down the food he was holding, leaning in to give her a soft, tender kiss. “I love you too, my darling, as deeply as your appetite is endless.”

The grand dining hall seemed to melt away as he spoke. Kim was back in her bedroom. Her normal bedroom. No platters of food and no obese stallions to be found.

She was awake.

Kim whined softly, longing to return to the dream. Her bed-filling belly and steady, sizeable meals weren’t enough anymore. She knew what it felt like to be utterly immense, to be fed so much and so often that she was constantly pushing her limits, to not only be tolerated but to be loved for doing so.

She knew that she had to keep eating. To keep gaining more and more weight until she was the biggest, most beautiful pony in the world. But…

She turned on her voice-controlled laptop and navigated somewhere she rarely visited: Blubbr, a dating app for gainers and feeders. Her inbox was always so rammed with rabid chubby chasers that she’d stopped checking the site regularly years ago.

Advanced search. Species: Pony. Gender: Male. Hair: Red. Fur: Kinda yellow-y cream?

The face of the stallion from her dream popped up, as chubby and charming as ever. Sundae Brunch was his name, apparently. He was currently online.

Tentatively, she sent him a message.