Collab I did with hdalby33! Art is by me, Story is by him
Lunchtime saw them awake with gurgling bellies and considerably softer figures. They wouldn’t have to worry about piloting the ship much unless it was to course-correct, leaving them ample time to spend together.
The first thing they did was waddle into the shower. Sugar especially found the hot water comforting on his blubbery hide after falling asleep in his full suit. He massaged his barrel-keg of a middle with suds while eyeing his figure in the steaming mirror. Rolls dotted with champagne-bubble dapples quivered along his back and sides, and his legs now splayed considerably further apart to support the extra poundage around them. He’d stepped onto the electronic scale in the bathroom before showering and the numbers he saw indicated at least seventy extra pounds now wobbled from his frame. The notion was exhilarating. He felt the churn of the organism burble against his sagging middle, demanding more. Turning to grab the loofah, he caught a glimpse of Knox’s rear.
The looming Brabant had put on weight in a slightly different way than Sugar. Where the shorter horse took most of it in the belly, his partner had gained an abundance of softness along the rear. Smooth, white-dappled cheeks clapped around Knox’s soaked tail as he lifted a bulging arm up to scrub his side, which sported a number of soft, spilling rolls leading down to wide hips and quivering thighs. When he turned, he caught Sugar staring and flushed red.
“I’m gonna work it off, you know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Oooh, come on.” Sugar spread his hands across the draft horse’s backside and pressed in, earning a grudging nicker from the hoss.
Knox turned slowly, bringing a sopping-wet silver belly with him which Sugar leaned against. His brushy snout sank into the horse’s tummy whilst Knox gently dug his fingers into the ample rolls collected beneath Sugar’s steaming arms. The mirror made a squeaking sound as Knox’s cheeks pooled across it, smearing the beads of water under hot, wobbling flesh.
“Maaaaaybe.” Knox’s admission was grudging.
“Maybe,” Sugar echoed.
Their stomachs growled in unison. Hunger threatened to return if they didn’t towel off and zip up soon. Knox didn’t want another pancake situation, so he asked Sugar to prep this time. The roly-poly pony happily obliged.
Lunch was a feast of subs, wraps, tacos, and pre-cooked brownies that ballooned the pair an additional six inches in every direction. Despite Knox doing his damndest to control his impulses, Sugar’s gentle encouragement and the ferrofluid’s rigorous demands eventually won out. By the time the hunger pangs melted away, the two found themselves panting under bulging, tight bellies big as beach balls. Their suits held in there, but the constant creaks from the fabric told the tubby space cadets their days were numbered. Knox groaned and promised he would never eat another ham and cheese sub in his life as he lay amid the wreckage, only for Sugar to stumble over and drop his knee-level bulk on the bloated draft horse.
“You’re fine, you big baby. Now give me some rubs. I feel like I’m about to pop.”
Knox took to rolling his knuckles through Sugar’s sturdy overhang. It conformed to his fists like a pudding-filled yoga ball. Soft gurgles poured out as Knox shifted it around, still a bit short of breath thanks to the absurd amount of food stuffed in his own gut. The uniform hexagons composing the dark fabric of his suit stretched out like stop signs across his mammoth stomach, flanked by thighs that could crush a plasma cannon and a chest broad enough to tug Knox’s collar half a foot out of place. He tried pushing his nose into Sugar’s belly. Though he lacked the goatee, he could still nibble. It was like biting into a particularly dense sponge cake. Lycra-coated flab oozed between his lips as the spectacled softie groaned. After a couple minutes of practiced attention, Sugar looked much comfier and his suit once again creaked like an overstuffed sausage skin.
He ran his fingers over the draft horse’s semi-mountainous midriff to return the favor. Beginning with a little teasing knead around the big fella’s navel, he branched outward across that robust tummy, massaging and knuckling and nuzzling as he went, easing distension and spreading the residual blubber across Knox’s figure like butter on toast. As Knox softened up, Sugar laid fully on top of him, their bulks meeting comfortably in a constantly-quivering embrace.
Sugar smiled as he noted the second and third chins layering Knox’s powerful jaw, along with the additional width of his long neck. He liked the additional chub on the draft horse. It pillowed him out into a cuddlier, more sensitive version of himself. Brushing his nose up Knox’s exposed throat, Sugar chuckled at the soft whimper the big horse uttered. When they went nose to nose, Knox panted softly.
“I’m not gonna lose this, am I?”
Sugar shook his head.
“How long have you known?”
“Since I called command.”
Knox didn’t look surprised. He ran his paws along Sugar’s plentiful sides, his breathing labored from the added weight.
“How does that make you feel?”
The silver hoss considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. Not like we have a choice.” Sugar’s look of relief told Knox that had been his line of thinking as well. Their taut suits squeaked as they rubbed together. Probably half a ton of horsey lard sloshing between them.
With considerable effort, Sugar slid off Knox’s belly and then helped the gargantuan butterball to his hooves. They teetered there for a moment, bellies sagging to their knees, bulging outward like sails full of solar wind.
“Shall we enjoy a game, perhaps? Distract us till dinner?”
Knox thought about it and nodded. Wasn’t much else to do on their return trip anyhow. He watched as Sugar turned sideways and squeezed his wide hips through the two couches, filling the gap up and briefly getting stuck. Hot, swaddled horse flab poured over the hard, metal angles, making the sofa creak a little. Sugar had the decency to look embarrassed as Knox smugly shoved him a couple times.
“Getting cramped in here, shortstack. It’s nice when you have a little vertical to help you out.” Knox said this as he hauled his belly in both hands to carefully step through the same gap. His view became obscured as his moobs squashed into his face.
Sugar drove a finger into his padded ribs, making Knox jolt and drop his gut in a turbid bounce. He was pulled forward onto a couch and rolled face first into the cushions, legs left dangling in the air over his poundage. “Yeah, it’s a real blessing,” the ruddy pony sniggered. He slapped Knox’s exposed rear, earning a round of muffled whinnies in response.
With Herculean effort, Knox kicked sideways, managed to roll upright, his mane sticking out in every direction, and suddenly pinned Sugar into the other couch. The metal frame of the sofa lurched back several feet as they bounced off one another. Knox began prodding the horse in his sides, along his ribs, under his chins, anywhere he could until the smaller horse was gasping for breath from laughing and his glasses hung askew across his face.
“M-Mercy! Mercy!” He begged, completely flustered, unable to stop giggling. All that extra padding made him feel like he was going to explode if he didn’t stop soon.
Knox smirked and kissed Sugar’s flustered face. “Don’t fight outside your weight class, fatass. It doesn’t end well.”
“Oh no?” Sugar lifted a small hoof against his overhang and plunged it into the fabric stretched across Knox’s swollen navel. Knox went white as a sheet, dropping to the cushions in a moaning heap. “Because I find hitting the right spot can be pretty effective.” He circled the edge of his hoof around Knox’s belly button, making sure to squeeze it good and tight.
Groaning, Knox peeled his face off the leather and sat up. He grabbed the nearest game at hand and, ignoring the table, simply set the pieces out on the upper curves of their tummies. There was plenty of room, plus it was easier to reach and kept them comfortably close. Their suits kept creaking, though, and Knox knew it would only be a matter of time before the hunger pangs returned.
The next day and a half brought about plenty of challenges. In addition to their ever widening frames and the decreasing amount of space in the ship, the two horses discovered other quirks to being hosts for insatiable space organisms.
For one thing, the organisms started to recognize that rewarding their hosts in certain ways yielded better results. They could send basic impulses to different parts of their bodies. Similar to how they commonly radiated hunger in response to a drive for nutrients, they found amplifying pleasure in post-feeding situations to be very effective in driving digestion. Particularly when their host’s stomachs were heavily stretched and in need of stimulation.
While nursing his rigidly swollen middle after a particularly ambitious brunch, Knox almost blacked out when he leaned his dangling belly on the table. Every little slosh and sway seemed to drive pulses of bliss through his enormous frame.
He stumbled over to press his hands into Sugar’s domed tummy and the chonky pony responded in the same way. They discovered even better results when they peeled their suits away to let their vast middles hang freely. Warm, sweltering flesh bobbed in the open air, hands caressed deeply into seemingly bottomless rolls, layered fat enveloped fingers past the knuckles, snouts delved in places that elicited startled gasps and gentle groans, and the two quivering hay bales descended into a post-stuffing pampering session.
It was halfway through their second day and Sugar sat on the floor with his belly splayed out between his hooves. He leaned back into Knox’s mammoth bulk like a king-sized bean bag, rolls of the draft horse’s belly cushioning his neck and head. Knox was absent-mindedly running his hands through the thick, rugged fur carpeting his partner’s sides and back, humming to himself as dapples the size of dinner plates shook and quivered under his fingertips.
“You know I’ve been keeping a log of our weights,” Sugar said out of the blue. He half expected Knox to tense at the idea, but the draft horse merely pressed his lips to Sugar’s mane and nibbled the rolls of fat running down his neck.
“Did you now?”
“Mmmmmmhmmm.” Sugar held up a small whiteboard upon which he’d jotted some numbers. There were some other printouts, too. Notes about the organisms and their compositions. “I hope you don’t mind. I just snuck a glance whenever you got on the scale.”
“Among all the other glances you were sneaking, eh?”
Sugar blushed when Knox’s hands burrowed under his arms and groped the smaller stallion’s chest.
“Obviously,” he snorted.
Knox rested his chin on top of Sugar’s head - a favorite of his given their difference in height. “And what did you discover?”
“Ah, well aside from the obvious, these organisms are actually quite remarkable.”
“Beyond turning us into living blimps, you mean?”
“Yeah! Like look: each of us gained several hundred pounds. You quite a bit more given your additional height. They factor that in.” He circled their respective weights which gave Knox pause.
He hadn’t realized he’d put on so much weight. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror and gave the monstrous full-moon belly rolling out over his thunder thighs a shake, it didn’t feel real. Other times, like when he had to squeeze through a narrower part of the ship, it was all he could think about. He smooched Sugar’s ear.
“Okay, so why’s it so amazing?”
“Well normally putting on this much weight in such a short amount of time should be damned near impossible. We’re just not equipped for it. I’ll bet you if we were to do a check up, all our vitals would be running at peak condition. There’s no added stress to our hearts, lungs, liver, et cetera.” He tilted his head back to grin upside down at the horse, his head sinking deep into those silver rolls. Underneath, Knox’s middle made a low gurgling sound.
“So we’re in excellent health, but just look like we swallowed planets. Great.”
Sugar shook his head. “I’m guessing this is why we were sent to investigate the asteroid in the first place. An organism that can maintain a perfect stasis in its host and impeccably preserve their health would be worth billions in the right markets.”
“So why couldn’t they tell us that and just let us grab a sample to put in a tupperware?” Knox complained.
“I think it lays dormant until it senses a potential host. When activated it needs to replenish itself or die.”
Knox paled. “So we’re effectively living transfer units.”
“Blubber ware for some high-value specimens.”
The draft horse ran his hands over his vast belly, Sugar’s bristly mane scritched its soft, heated surface. He watched as Sugar rolled over and snuggled into it, wrapping his arms around it and nuzzling in against him like a pillow. A soft burble spilled out. Then Sugar pushed his goatee deep into the horse’s cavernous navel, the way he knew Knox adored, and wiggled his snout from side to side.
“Mmm, comfy.”
Knox gasped softly and ran a hoof up and down that sand-colored belly. He supposed things could be worse.
Early in the afternoon, Sugar received a ping from command regarding an incoming call. He and Knox squeezed as best they could into the comms pod, submerging most of the computer hardware under their bellies. Sugar had to put the call on the intercom and pray the constant gurgling and groaning of their recent lunch was inaudible. It didn’t help that Knox playfully prodded his love handles whenever he tried to sound serious. With their bellies bulging up against the metal desk and squishing around the equipment, the little pod soon became very heated.
Sweat dotted Sugar’s mane as he relayed a basic idea of what transpired over the past forty-eight hours to command.
“Yeah, we’ve both experienced a little transformation, I suppose,” he said while swatting away Knox’s hands for the tenth time. He grabbed one of the bigger horse’s moobs and gave it a savage twist at the nipple, making Knox gasp. “Whatever was on that asteroid must’ve snuck back in with us.”
“Can you provide more detailed analysis, please?” the voice on the other end requested.
Knox answered by pressing one of the speakers to his belly so that the bass from the stereo vibrated his blubber. Sugar raised an eyebrow, then grinned. He shoved the mic into the quivering canyon of their bulging middles to give their boss an earful of the gurgles and sloshes within. The pair of bloated Suncorp stallions shook and jostled their middles to get more action, adding gentle slapping and groaning sounds to the auditory experience.
When Sugar plunged a pudgy fist in to retrieve it, their boss could be heard saying, “Hello? Are you there? I think our connection was lost. Can you repeat?”
Barely suppressing a smile, Sugar adopted an innocent tone. “We’re here, sir. That’s odd. There’s no connection issues on our end. What did it sound like on yours?”
“I’m not sure. Kinda like a pod of passing whales? Lots of moans and gurgling.”
Knox snorted.
Stifling his laughter, Sugar said in a deadpan tone, “Well I’m not sure what to tell you, sir. We’re just following orders.”
A suspicious pause on the other end. Then: “Alright, well just keep things tidy. You’re about twelve hours out.”
“Roger that.”
They signed off and burst into a fit of giggles that had those bellies bouncing off one another like pinballs. After a moment, Sugar grabbed the sides of the comms pod door and slowly hoisted himself up, giving Knox a truly glorious image. Sugar’s rear now flooded the seat of his pants, the upper halves of his cheeks visible whilst his lower curves pushed the flannel material out to the max. Abundant rolls cascaded down on either side in uniform bulges, punctuating his waist like an accordion. Best of all was the shadow of his belly slung wide and low in front of him, framing his assets in a display of softness Knox had never seen before. Unable to help himself, he scooched over and nibbled the area where Sugar’s cheeks squished together.
The horse whinnied and his tail stiffened, but he didn’t step away as Knox’s teeth glided along his shelf of a tush, tracing it with kisses and subtle nips. Those velvety lips felt incredible against his stretched hide and heated cheeks. When Knox’s arms snaked around under his hips and squeezed his lower half, he thought he might faint. Knox coyishly slipped his tongue into that champagne-bubble crevice, flattening it along supple horse tush to get his friend all hot and bothered.
It worked. Sugar rose up on hoof tip despite his considerable size and gasped. Knox’s snout pushed against the small of his back and his tongue squirmed deeper between his bountiful cheeks, lapping up the heat radiating off the chubby horse like an idling engine. After a minute or so of gentle teasing, Knox applied one more love bite and released.
Knox went to scoot himself free and realized he was stuck, so he extended a hand and Sugar chuckled as he tugged him free.
Knox stumbled a bit but caught his balance, face flushing red. Sugar traced the shape of his gargantuan stomach to the set of pillowy moobs fleshed out against his cotton shirt, giving them a tender squeeze. “You’re such a dork.”
The Brabant grinned back and smooched him on the nose. “Ditto, big boy.”
Sugar spread his arms out over that marshmallowy middle and leaned in, watching their reflections sway softly in the ship’s window, silhouetted against the sea of stars and planets in the distance. Their waistlines were dangerously ripe at this point, sagging past their knees in immense rolls and shapely curves. He listened to the gentle thud of Knox's heart under his doughy breast.
“You heard we only have twelve hours left, right?”
“Mmmhm.”
“Seems like a good amount of time for one more meal.”
“Oh?”
“I was thinking we could have a little fun while we’re at it. What do you say?”
“Bring it on.”
Sugar’s idea of fun turned out to be taking everything left in their well-stocked kitchen and making one final farewell feast. He also managed to convince Knox to stuff himself back into his company suit so that they filled out every inch of the stretchy fabric. “I wanna see how far these bad boys can stretch,” he said while tugging the suit over his belly.
The obese draft horse smirked. “Not much further if your fatass is anything to go by.”
“Bite me.”
“I already did. You can see the results on that lovely rump of yours.”
“Hrmph.” Sugar blushed and glared at the silver doughball. “You know I’ll be getting you back for that, butterball.”
“Please do.”
Together, they set to work creating the feast to end all feasts. Knox wasn’t sure when he shed his worries about his waistline, but he imagined it was during one of their meal preps. The anticipation, the lighthearted teasing with Sugar, the surge of expectant hunger in his enormous gut, the pleasure of stuffing themselves to no end. They worked as quickly as their generous frames would allow and soon the ship’s main table creaked under the weight of so much food.
Before they dug in, however, Sugar revealed one more angle of their final meal. “We’re gonna feed each other,” he said. “See what our little passengers think of sustaining their brethren.”
Knox liked the idea as it meant more intimate, jiggling bodily contact.
It turned out the organisms were more than happy to oblige as well. The pair of prize-winning pudgeballs started pressing slices of chicken, burritos, hotdogs, pancakes, waffles, and plenty more between one another’s lips. Light smooches and encouraging gropes were also exchanged, along with plenty of teasing and encouragement.
Over time, the pair were forced to spill onto the floor when their backsides flooded and eventually overrode their chairs. Knox went first. His chair creaked up a storm as his enormous ass bulged over it, the metal digging into his soft flesh until a snap shot through the ship and he toppled back in a wave of horse flesh. He ended up sprawled on his back, a loud rip following the snap of the chair as a great rent in his uniform finally opened to expose his grand, jiggling belly to the world.
Sugar slid from his chair with a grin and waddled over to admire his friend’s bulk. It rose level with his chest and pooled over the floor like a souffle in a pan. Sliding his hand along the tortured fabric, his cool fingers met sweltering hot flab and made Knox whinny. The sloshing stallion smiled back up at him, breathing in soft huffs that befitted the colossal amount of weight bearing down on his lungs. Sugar’s hand crept closer to Knox’s navel and his breathing sped up. He casually groped it a few times to get the stranded hoss flustered. Then, smiling evilly, he took a chilled decanter from the freezer and shoved that in the horse’s quivering belly button.
Knox’s eyes shot open and he gasped. Shivers traversed his bulk. “You evil, psychopathic fatass.”
Sugar twisted it around a few times to really get Knox going, making the doughy crevice stretched into a tight, groaning ring of fat. “I told you I’d get you back, big guy,” Sugar teased, before leaning over and running his lips along the swollen stallion’s sensitive skin. He shook Knox’s gut back and forth a couple of times before his own hooves dropped out from beneath his dangerously heavy belly to give himself a break.
Knox waited until he was ground bound to shoot an arm out and pull the ginger-ale colored doughball closer. Palming Sugar’s bulging flanks, he pressed in against his suit and grinned when it felt tight as a drum.
“Not too long now, hmm?” Grabbing what he could from the table, the beached Brabant started aggressively feeding slices of pizza to the chubby pony. Each one filled those ruddy cheeks to their max before disappearing with a resonating gulp. Little by little, Sugar was forced to recline into his companion’s vast bulk, his belly dominating the space before him. His world shrunk into a fight between the swelling mass of his middle and the cushioning presence of Knox. The flesh along his tummy had grown worryingly tight, turning his suit into a second skin. At a certain point he knew they had both surpassed mobility. Their frames no longer able to support the sheer mass of their ballooned stomachs and lard-laden rears. Hell he could barely rest his arms past anything less than a ninety degree angle thanks to the cushions of fat buoying them up.
When the final slice of pizza met his muzzle, Sugar felt his stomach revolt. For the first time, it was signaling it had had enough. But Knox merely smiled and shoved it in any way.
RIIIIIIIP!
Pale, shaggy rolls burst through like a great white whale cresting a dark sea. Sugar’s belly erupted from the fabric and flopped out onto the metal floor, earning a gasp of relief.
“Oooooh, thank the gods.” He teetered sideways into the crook of Knox’s bulging arm. Silver fat oozed around his nose, mingling the scents of leather and horsehide into the sterile air. Knox’s hide twitched ticklishly against his goatee.
The pair laid side by side, their bellies rising high into the air, wobbling together in tandem. Knox turned and pressed another loving smooch on Sugar’s nose. They’d arrive in less than an hour at SunCorp’s headquarters. The pen-pushers could figure out how to move them.
For now, the two SunCorp employees relaxed, enjoying their well-deserved rest. Their bodies gurgled and started to metabolize the influx of food, making them even softer and plusher.
“What do you think they’ll do with us when we get to HQ?” Knox asked.
Sugar shrugged. “Put us on a workout regiment? Study us? Maybe keep this going to preserve the samples.”
Knox giggled and stroked Sugar’s muzzle with the back of his hand. “Doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.”
Sugar leaned up and returned the kiss to Knox’s cheek. “No,” he agreed. “Not by a long shot.”
Lunchtime saw them awake with gurgling bellies and considerably softer figures. They wouldn’t have to worry about piloting the ship much unless it was to course-correct, leaving them ample time to spend together.
The first thing they did was waddle into the shower. Sugar especially found the hot water comforting on his blubbery hide after falling asleep in his full suit. He massaged his barrel-keg of a middle with suds while eyeing his figure in the steaming mirror. Rolls dotted with champagne-bubble dapples quivered along his back and sides, and his legs now splayed considerably further apart to support the extra poundage around them. He’d stepped onto the electronic scale in the bathroom before showering and the numbers he saw indicated at least seventy extra pounds now wobbled from his frame. The notion was exhilarating. He felt the churn of the organism burble against his sagging middle, demanding more. Turning to grab the loofah, he caught a glimpse of Knox’s rear.
The looming Brabant had put on weight in a slightly different way than Sugar. Where the shorter horse took most of it in the belly, his partner had gained an abundance of softness along the rear. Smooth, white-dappled cheeks clapped around Knox’s soaked tail as he lifted a bulging arm up to scrub his side, which sported a number of soft, spilling rolls leading down to wide hips and quivering thighs. When he turned, he caught Sugar staring and flushed red.
“I’m gonna work it off, you know. So enjoy it while it lasts.”
“Oooh, come on.” Sugar spread his hands across the draft horse’s backside and pressed in, earning a grudging nicker from the hoss.
Knox turned slowly, bringing a sopping-wet silver belly with him which Sugar leaned against. His brushy snout sank into the horse’s tummy whilst Knox gently dug his fingers into the ample rolls collected beneath Sugar’s steaming arms. The mirror made a squeaking sound as Knox’s cheeks pooled across it, smearing the beads of water under hot, wobbling flesh.
“Maaaaaybe.” Knox’s admission was grudging.
“Maybe,” Sugar echoed.
Their stomachs growled in unison. Hunger threatened to return if they didn’t towel off and zip up soon. Knox didn’t want another pancake situation, so he asked Sugar to prep this time. The roly-poly pony happily obliged.
Lunch was a feast of subs, wraps, tacos, and pre-cooked brownies that ballooned the pair an additional six inches in every direction. Despite Knox doing his damndest to control his impulses, Sugar’s gentle encouragement and the ferrofluid’s rigorous demands eventually won out. By the time the hunger pangs melted away, the two found themselves panting under bulging, tight bellies big as beach balls. Their suits held in there, but the constant creaks from the fabric told the tubby space cadets their days were numbered. Knox groaned and promised he would never eat another ham and cheese sub in his life as he lay amid the wreckage, only for Sugar to stumble over and drop his knee-level bulk on the bloated draft horse.
“You’re fine, you big baby. Now give me some rubs. I feel like I’m about to pop.”
Knox took to rolling his knuckles through Sugar’s sturdy overhang. It conformed to his fists like a pudding-filled yoga ball. Soft gurgles poured out as Knox shifted it around, still a bit short of breath thanks to the absurd amount of food stuffed in his own gut. The uniform hexagons composing the dark fabric of his suit stretched out like stop signs across his mammoth stomach, flanked by thighs that could crush a plasma cannon and a chest broad enough to tug Knox’s collar half a foot out of place. He tried pushing his nose into Sugar’s belly. Though he lacked the goatee, he could still nibble. It was like biting into a particularly dense sponge cake. Lycra-coated flab oozed between his lips as the spectacled softie groaned. After a couple minutes of practiced attention, Sugar looked much comfier and his suit once again creaked like an overstuffed sausage skin.
He ran his fingers over the draft horse’s semi-mountainous midriff to return the favor. Beginning with a little teasing knead around the big fella’s navel, he branched outward across that robust tummy, massaging and knuckling and nuzzling as he went, easing distension and spreading the residual blubber across Knox’s figure like butter on toast. As Knox softened up, Sugar laid fully on top of him, their bulks meeting comfortably in a constantly-quivering embrace.
Sugar smiled as he noted the second and third chins layering Knox’s powerful jaw, along with the additional width of his long neck. He liked the additional chub on the draft horse. It pillowed him out into a cuddlier, more sensitive version of himself. Brushing his nose up Knox’s exposed throat, Sugar chuckled at the soft whimper the big horse uttered. When they went nose to nose, Knox panted softly.
“I’m not gonna lose this, am I?”
Sugar shook his head.
“How long have you known?”
“Since I called command.”
Knox didn’t look surprised. He ran his paws along Sugar’s plentiful sides, his breathing labored from the added weight.
“How does that make you feel?”
The silver hoss considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. Not like we have a choice.” Sugar’s look of relief told Knox that had been his line of thinking as well. Their taut suits squeaked as they rubbed together. Probably half a ton of horsey lard sloshing between them.
With considerable effort, Sugar slid off Knox’s belly and then helped the gargantuan butterball to his hooves. They teetered there for a moment, bellies sagging to their knees, bulging outward like sails full of solar wind.
“Shall we enjoy a game, perhaps? Distract us till dinner?”
Knox thought about it and nodded. Wasn’t much else to do on their return trip anyhow. He watched as Sugar turned sideways and squeezed his wide hips through the two couches, filling the gap up and briefly getting stuck. Hot, swaddled horse flab poured over the hard, metal angles, making the sofa creak a little. Sugar had the decency to look embarrassed as Knox smugly shoved him a couple times.
“Getting cramped in here, shortstack. It’s nice when you have a little vertical to help you out.” Knox said this as he hauled his belly in both hands to carefully step through the same gap. His view became obscured as his moobs squashed into his face.
Sugar drove a finger into his padded ribs, making Knox jolt and drop his gut in a turbid bounce. He was pulled forward onto a couch and rolled face first into the cushions, legs left dangling in the air over his poundage. “Yeah, it’s a real blessing,” the ruddy pony sniggered. He slapped Knox’s exposed rear, earning a round of muffled whinnies in response.
With Herculean effort, Knox kicked sideways, managed to roll upright, his mane sticking out in every direction, and suddenly pinned Sugar into the other couch. The metal frame of the sofa lurched back several feet as they bounced off one another. Knox began prodding the horse in his sides, along his ribs, under his chins, anywhere he could until the smaller horse was gasping for breath from laughing and his glasses hung askew across his face.
“M-Mercy! Mercy!” He begged, completely flustered, unable to stop giggling. All that extra padding made him feel like he was going to explode if he didn’t stop soon.
Knox smirked and kissed Sugar’s flustered face. “Don’t fight outside your weight class, fatass. It doesn’t end well.”
“Oh no?” Sugar lifted a small hoof against his overhang and plunged it into the fabric stretched across Knox’s swollen navel. Knox went white as a sheet, dropping to the cushions in a moaning heap. “Because I find hitting the right spot can be pretty effective.” He circled the edge of his hoof around Knox’s belly button, making sure to squeeze it good and tight.
Groaning, Knox peeled his face off the leather and sat up. He grabbed the nearest game at hand and, ignoring the table, simply set the pieces out on the upper curves of their tummies. There was plenty of room, plus it was easier to reach and kept them comfortably close. Their suits kept creaking, though, and Knox knew it would only be a matter of time before the hunger pangs returned.
The next day and a half brought about plenty of challenges. In addition to their ever widening frames and the decreasing amount of space in the ship, the two horses discovered other quirks to being hosts for insatiable space organisms.
For one thing, the organisms started to recognize that rewarding their hosts in certain ways yielded better results. They could send basic impulses to different parts of their bodies. Similar to how they commonly radiated hunger in response to a drive for nutrients, they found amplifying pleasure in post-feeding situations to be very effective in driving digestion. Particularly when their host’s stomachs were heavily stretched and in need of stimulation.
While nursing his rigidly swollen middle after a particularly ambitious brunch, Knox almost blacked out when he leaned his dangling belly on the table. Every little slosh and sway seemed to drive pulses of bliss through his enormous frame.
He stumbled over to press his hands into Sugar’s domed tummy and the chonky pony responded in the same way. They discovered even better results when they peeled their suits away to let their vast middles hang freely. Warm, sweltering flesh bobbed in the open air, hands caressed deeply into seemingly bottomless rolls, layered fat enveloped fingers past the knuckles, snouts delved in places that elicited startled gasps and gentle groans, and the two quivering hay bales descended into a post-stuffing pampering session.
It was halfway through their second day and Sugar sat on the floor with his belly splayed out between his hooves. He leaned back into Knox’s mammoth bulk like a king-sized bean bag, rolls of the draft horse’s belly cushioning his neck and head. Knox was absent-mindedly running his hands through the thick, rugged fur carpeting his partner’s sides and back, humming to himself as dapples the size of dinner plates shook and quivered under his fingertips.
“You know I’ve been keeping a log of our weights,” Sugar said out of the blue. He half expected Knox to tense at the idea, but the draft horse merely pressed his lips to Sugar’s mane and nibbled the rolls of fat running down his neck.
“Did you now?”
“Mmmmmmhmmm.” Sugar held up a small whiteboard upon which he’d jotted some numbers. There were some other printouts, too. Notes about the organisms and their compositions. “I hope you don’t mind. I just snuck a glance whenever you got on the scale.”
“Among all the other glances you were sneaking, eh?”
Sugar blushed when Knox’s hands burrowed under his arms and groped the smaller stallion’s chest.
“Obviously,” he snorted.
Knox rested his chin on top of Sugar’s head - a favorite of his given their difference in height. “And what did you discover?”
“Ah, well aside from the obvious, these organisms are actually quite remarkable.”
“Beyond turning us into living blimps, you mean?”
“Yeah! Like look: each of us gained several hundred pounds. You quite a bit more given your additional height. They factor that in.” He circled their respective weights which gave Knox pause.
He hadn’t realized he’d put on so much weight. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror and gave the monstrous full-moon belly rolling out over his thunder thighs a shake, it didn’t feel real. Other times, like when he had to squeeze through a narrower part of the ship, it was all he could think about. He smooched Sugar’s ear.
“Okay, so why’s it so amazing?”
“Well normally putting on this much weight in such a short amount of time should be damned near impossible. We’re just not equipped for it. I’ll bet you if we were to do a check up, all our vitals would be running at peak condition. There’s no added stress to our hearts, lungs, liver, et cetera.” He tilted his head back to grin upside down at the horse, his head sinking deep into those silver rolls. Underneath, Knox’s middle made a low gurgling sound.
“So we’re in excellent health, but just look like we swallowed planets. Great.”
Sugar shook his head. “I’m guessing this is why we were sent to investigate the asteroid in the first place. An organism that can maintain a perfect stasis in its host and impeccably preserve their health would be worth billions in the right markets.”
“So why couldn’t they tell us that and just let us grab a sample to put in a tupperware?” Knox complained.
“I think it lays dormant until it senses a potential host. When activated it needs to replenish itself or die.”
Knox paled. “So we’re effectively living transfer units.”
“Blubber ware for some high-value specimens.”
The draft horse ran his hands over his vast belly, Sugar’s bristly mane scritched its soft, heated surface. He watched as Sugar rolled over and snuggled into it, wrapping his arms around it and nuzzling in against him like a pillow. A soft burble spilled out. Then Sugar pushed his goatee deep into the horse’s cavernous navel, the way he knew Knox adored, and wiggled his snout from side to side.
“Mmm, comfy.”
Knox gasped softly and ran a hoof up and down that sand-colored belly. He supposed things could be worse.
Early in the afternoon, Sugar received a ping from command regarding an incoming call. He and Knox squeezed as best they could into the comms pod, submerging most of the computer hardware under their bellies. Sugar had to put the call on the intercom and pray the constant gurgling and groaning of their recent lunch was inaudible. It didn’t help that Knox playfully prodded his love handles whenever he tried to sound serious. With their bellies bulging up against the metal desk and squishing around the equipment, the little pod soon became very heated.
Sweat dotted Sugar’s mane as he relayed a basic idea of what transpired over the past forty-eight hours to command.
“Yeah, we’ve both experienced a little transformation, I suppose,” he said while swatting away Knox’s hands for the tenth time. He grabbed one of the bigger horse’s moobs and gave it a savage twist at the nipple, making Knox gasp. “Whatever was on that asteroid must’ve snuck back in with us.”
“Can you provide more detailed analysis, please?” the voice on the other end requested.
Knox answered by pressing one of the speakers to his belly so that the bass from the stereo vibrated his blubber. Sugar raised an eyebrow, then grinned. He shoved the mic into the quivering canyon of their bulging middles to give their boss an earful of the gurgles and sloshes within. The pair of bloated Suncorp stallions shook and jostled their middles to get more action, adding gentle slapping and groaning sounds to the auditory experience.
When Sugar plunged a pudgy fist in to retrieve it, their boss could be heard saying, “Hello? Are you there? I think our connection was lost. Can you repeat?”
Barely suppressing a smile, Sugar adopted an innocent tone. “We’re here, sir. That’s odd. There’s no connection issues on our end. What did it sound like on yours?”
“I’m not sure. Kinda like a pod of passing whales? Lots of moans and gurgling.”
Knox snorted.
Stifling his laughter, Sugar said in a deadpan tone, “Well I’m not sure what to tell you, sir. We’re just following orders.”
A suspicious pause on the other end. Then: “Alright, well just keep things tidy. You’re about twelve hours out.”
“Roger that.”
They signed off and burst into a fit of giggles that had those bellies bouncing off one another like pinballs. After a moment, Sugar grabbed the sides of the comms pod door and slowly hoisted himself up, giving Knox a truly glorious image. Sugar’s rear now flooded the seat of his pants, the upper halves of his cheeks visible whilst his lower curves pushed the flannel material out to the max. Abundant rolls cascaded down on either side in uniform bulges, punctuating his waist like an accordion. Best of all was the shadow of his belly slung wide and low in front of him, framing his assets in a display of softness Knox had never seen before. Unable to help himself, he scooched over and nibbled the area where Sugar’s cheeks squished together.
The horse whinnied and his tail stiffened, but he didn’t step away as Knox’s teeth glided along his shelf of a tush, tracing it with kisses and subtle nips. Those velvety lips felt incredible against his stretched hide and heated cheeks. When Knox’s arms snaked around under his hips and squeezed his lower half, he thought he might faint. Knox coyishly slipped his tongue into that champagne-bubble crevice, flattening it along supple horse tush to get his friend all hot and bothered.
It worked. Sugar rose up on hoof tip despite his considerable size and gasped. Knox’s snout pushed against the small of his back and his tongue squirmed deeper between his bountiful cheeks, lapping up the heat radiating off the chubby horse like an idling engine. After a minute or so of gentle teasing, Knox applied one more love bite and released.
Knox went to scoot himself free and realized he was stuck, so he extended a hand and Sugar chuckled as he tugged him free.
Knox stumbled a bit but caught his balance, face flushing red. Sugar traced the shape of his gargantuan stomach to the set of pillowy moobs fleshed out against his cotton shirt, giving them a tender squeeze. “You’re such a dork.”
The Brabant grinned back and smooched him on the nose. “Ditto, big boy.”
Sugar spread his arms out over that marshmallowy middle and leaned in, watching their reflections sway softly in the ship’s window, silhouetted against the sea of stars and planets in the distance. Their waistlines were dangerously ripe at this point, sagging past their knees in immense rolls and shapely curves. He listened to the gentle thud of Knox's heart under his doughy breast.
“You heard we only have twelve hours left, right?”
“Mmmhm.”
“Seems like a good amount of time for one more meal.”
“Oh?”
“I was thinking we could have a little fun while we’re at it. What do you say?”
“Bring it on.”
Sugar’s idea of fun turned out to be taking everything left in their well-stocked kitchen and making one final farewell feast. He also managed to convince Knox to stuff himself back into his company suit so that they filled out every inch of the stretchy fabric. “I wanna see how far these bad boys can stretch,” he said while tugging the suit over his belly.
The obese draft horse smirked. “Not much further if your fatass is anything to go by.”
“Bite me.”
“I already did. You can see the results on that lovely rump of yours.”
“Hrmph.” Sugar blushed and glared at the silver doughball. “You know I’ll be getting you back for that, butterball.”
“Please do.”
Together, they set to work creating the feast to end all feasts. Knox wasn’t sure when he shed his worries about his waistline, but he imagined it was during one of their meal preps. The anticipation, the lighthearted teasing with Sugar, the surge of expectant hunger in his enormous gut, the pleasure of stuffing themselves to no end. They worked as quickly as their generous frames would allow and soon the ship’s main table creaked under the weight of so much food.
Before they dug in, however, Sugar revealed one more angle of their final meal. “We’re gonna feed each other,” he said. “See what our little passengers think of sustaining their brethren.”
Knox liked the idea as it meant more intimate, jiggling bodily contact.
It turned out the organisms were more than happy to oblige as well. The pair of prize-winning pudgeballs started pressing slices of chicken, burritos, hotdogs, pancakes, waffles, and plenty more between one another’s lips. Light smooches and encouraging gropes were also exchanged, along with plenty of teasing and encouragement.
Over time, the pair were forced to spill onto the floor when their backsides flooded and eventually overrode their chairs. Knox went first. His chair creaked up a storm as his enormous ass bulged over it, the metal digging into his soft flesh until a snap shot through the ship and he toppled back in a wave of horse flesh. He ended up sprawled on his back, a loud rip following the snap of the chair as a great rent in his uniform finally opened to expose his grand, jiggling belly to the world.
Sugar slid from his chair with a grin and waddled over to admire his friend’s bulk. It rose level with his chest and pooled over the floor like a souffle in a pan. Sliding his hand along the tortured fabric, his cool fingers met sweltering hot flab and made Knox whinny. The sloshing stallion smiled back up at him, breathing in soft huffs that befitted the colossal amount of weight bearing down on his lungs. Sugar’s hand crept closer to Knox’s navel and his breathing sped up. He casually groped it a few times to get the stranded hoss flustered. Then, smiling evilly, he took a chilled decanter from the freezer and shoved that in the horse’s quivering belly button.
Knox’s eyes shot open and he gasped. Shivers traversed his bulk. “You evil, psychopathic fatass.”
Sugar twisted it around a few times to really get Knox going, making the doughy crevice stretched into a tight, groaning ring of fat. “I told you I’d get you back, big guy,” Sugar teased, before leaning over and running his lips along the swollen stallion’s sensitive skin. He shook Knox’s gut back and forth a couple of times before his own hooves dropped out from beneath his dangerously heavy belly to give himself a break.
Knox waited until he was ground bound to shoot an arm out and pull the ginger-ale colored doughball closer. Palming Sugar’s bulging flanks, he pressed in against his suit and grinned when it felt tight as a drum.
“Not too long now, hmm?” Grabbing what he could from the table, the beached Brabant started aggressively feeding slices of pizza to the chubby pony. Each one filled those ruddy cheeks to their max before disappearing with a resonating gulp. Little by little, Sugar was forced to recline into his companion’s vast bulk, his belly dominating the space before him. His world shrunk into a fight between the swelling mass of his middle and the cushioning presence of Knox. The flesh along his tummy had grown worryingly tight, turning his suit into a second skin. At a certain point he knew they had both surpassed mobility. Their frames no longer able to support the sheer mass of their ballooned stomachs and lard-laden rears. Hell he could barely rest his arms past anything less than a ninety degree angle thanks to the cushions of fat buoying them up.
When the final slice of pizza met his muzzle, Sugar felt his stomach revolt. For the first time, it was signaling it had had enough. But Knox merely smiled and shoved it in any way.
RIIIIIIIP!
Pale, shaggy rolls burst through like a great white whale cresting a dark sea. Sugar’s belly erupted from the fabric and flopped out onto the metal floor, earning a gasp of relief.
“Oooooh, thank the gods.” He teetered sideways into the crook of Knox’s bulging arm. Silver fat oozed around his nose, mingling the scents of leather and horsehide into the sterile air. Knox’s hide twitched ticklishly against his goatee.
The pair laid side by side, their bellies rising high into the air, wobbling together in tandem. Knox turned and pressed another loving smooch on Sugar’s nose. They’d arrive in less than an hour at SunCorp’s headquarters. The pen-pushers could figure out how to move them.
For now, the two SunCorp employees relaxed, enjoying their well-deserved rest. Their bodies gurgled and started to metabolize the influx of food, making them even softer and plusher.
“What do you think they’ll do with us when we get to HQ?” Knox asked.
Sugar shrugged. “Put us on a workout regiment? Study us? Maybe keep this going to preserve the samples.”
Knox giggled and stroked Sugar’s muzzle with the back of his hand. “Doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.”
Sugar leaned up and returned the kiss to Knox’s cheek. “No,” he agreed. “Not by a long shot.”
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Horse
Gender Male
Size 1311 x 1050px
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