So this is the first installment of my attempt of continuing kerjois's awesome sequence "The Good Life" with his pony character Pumpkin
(who's starting to actually resemble one lol)
I've decided to make the sequence include a total of 8 scenes instead of the intended 6, including the three Kerjois had already created
This one will likely be updated to include a background soon, so stay tuned for that :)
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As Pumpkin indulged in yet another sugary feast, her vastly oversized belly pressing heavily against the already strained saddle, the inevitable finally occurred. With a sudden crack, the leather straps of the saddle snapped open, unable to bear the weight of Pumpkin's bloated frame any longer. Her rotund gut surged outwards, freed from the constricting restraints, as if liberated from its cage. With a surge of soft flesh, her rotund gut spilled outward, the lard laden mass surging freely to its full, impressive girth for the first time.
Startled by the unexpected commotion, Pumpkin began to move in a sluggish, waddling trot, her thick, doughy legs laboring to support her massive bulk. Her movements were a stark contrast to the grace and agility she had once possessed, her flabby limbs struggling to cope with her weight. Thick rolls of fat wobbled and quivered with each lumbering stride. Each step sent ripples through her layers of fat, the excess adipose tissue jiggling with each movement. Her once toned muscles, now buried beneath rolls of lard, protested against the sudden exertion, no longer used to any form of exercise. She had grown to detest unnecessary motion, but at the moment instincts and adrenaline briefly overpowered her laziness
As Pumpkin waddled along, her breathing grew labored almost immediately, each inhale and exhale accompanied by wheezing gasps. The excess weight of her neck and chest rolls pressing down on her even made it increasingly difficult to draw in air, her lungs struggling to expand fully. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, trickling down her chubby cheeks and mixing with the dust kicked up by her sluggish, plodding footsteps
Despite her efforts, Pumpkin couldn't maintain the pace for long. Huffing and puffing, she slowed to a stop after traveling a mere dozen sluggish paces, her sides heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her bloated belly, now unrestrained, sagged heavily towards the ground, the extent of her indulgence evident in its bulging contours.
Huffing and puffing, Pumpkin finally turned her head, her neck rolls quivering with the effort, her gaze traveling as far as her layers of thick, pillowy neck rolls would allow her head to turn. The sight of the snapped straps and the newfound feeling of freedom around her gut brought a mixture of relief and uncertainty. The memory of the strain her bulging belly had put on the saddle moments before it broke lingered in her mind, serving as a stark reminder of the extent of her transformation from the slim pony Pumpkin now understood she no longer was.
The evidence of Pumpkin’s excess weight was visible in every part of her body. Her neck now resembled a stack of pillowy rings, each roll pressing heavily against the other as she panted for breath. With each movement, the thick layers of fat wobbled and jiggled, quivering with the slightest exertion.
Her chest was now obscured by pillowy adipose tissue. Thick rolls of fat spilled over what remained of her harness, straining against and almost totally obscuring the leather strap that still struggled to contain her bloated frame. With each heaving breath, her chest expanded, the excess flesh wobbling uncontrollably.
Her belly, the epicenter of her gluttony, sagged heavily towards the ground, almost globular now that it was unrestrained by a saddle. Rolls of fat cascaded over her flanks, squishing up against each other as her sides heaved from exertion.
Her legs were now fully encased in rolls of flabby flesh, any remaining muscles buried beneath layers of lard. With each step, the excess adipose tissue rippled and swayed, a testament to her insatiable appetite and growing sedentary inclinations. Now that the excitement was over and she could enjoy the freeing new sensation of her gut being unobstructed, pumpkin simply went back to wondering when her food trough would be refilled with sweets and pastries.
(who's starting to actually resemble one lol)
I've decided to make the sequence include a total of 8 scenes instead of the intended 6, including the three Kerjois had already created
This one will likely be updated to include a background soon, so stay tuned for that :)
< prev 4 next >
As Pumpkin indulged in yet another sugary feast, her vastly oversized belly pressing heavily against the already strained saddle, the inevitable finally occurred. With a sudden crack, the leather straps of the saddle snapped open, unable to bear the weight of Pumpkin's bloated frame any longer. Her rotund gut surged outwards, freed from the constricting restraints, as if liberated from its cage. With a surge of soft flesh, her rotund gut spilled outward, the lard laden mass surging freely to its full, impressive girth for the first time.
Startled by the unexpected commotion, Pumpkin began to move in a sluggish, waddling trot, her thick, doughy legs laboring to support her massive bulk. Her movements were a stark contrast to the grace and agility she had once possessed, her flabby limbs struggling to cope with her weight. Thick rolls of fat wobbled and quivered with each lumbering stride. Each step sent ripples through her layers of fat, the excess adipose tissue jiggling with each movement. Her once toned muscles, now buried beneath rolls of lard, protested against the sudden exertion, no longer used to any form of exercise. She had grown to detest unnecessary motion, but at the moment instincts and adrenaline briefly overpowered her laziness
As Pumpkin waddled along, her breathing grew labored almost immediately, each inhale and exhale accompanied by wheezing gasps. The excess weight of her neck and chest rolls pressing down on her even made it increasingly difficult to draw in air, her lungs struggling to expand fully. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, trickling down her chubby cheeks and mixing with the dust kicked up by her sluggish, plodding footsteps
Despite her efforts, Pumpkin couldn't maintain the pace for long. Huffing and puffing, she slowed to a stop after traveling a mere dozen sluggish paces, her sides heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her bloated belly, now unrestrained, sagged heavily towards the ground, the extent of her indulgence evident in its bulging contours.
Huffing and puffing, Pumpkin finally turned her head, her neck rolls quivering with the effort, her gaze traveling as far as her layers of thick, pillowy neck rolls would allow her head to turn. The sight of the snapped straps and the newfound feeling of freedom around her gut brought a mixture of relief and uncertainty. The memory of the strain her bulging belly had put on the saddle moments before it broke lingered in her mind, serving as a stark reminder of the extent of her transformation from the slim pony Pumpkin now understood she no longer was.
The evidence of Pumpkin’s excess weight was visible in every part of her body. Her neck now resembled a stack of pillowy rings, each roll pressing heavily against the other as she panted for breath. With each movement, the thick layers of fat wobbled and jiggled, quivering with the slightest exertion.
Her chest was now obscured by pillowy adipose tissue. Thick rolls of fat spilled over what remained of her harness, straining against and almost totally obscuring the leather strap that still struggled to contain her bloated frame. With each heaving breath, her chest expanded, the excess flesh wobbling uncontrollably.
Her belly, the epicenter of her gluttony, sagged heavily towards the ground, almost globular now that it was unrestrained by a saddle. Rolls of fat cascaded over her flanks, squishing up against each other as her sides heaved from exertion.
Her legs were now fully encased in rolls of flabby flesh, any remaining muscles buried beneath layers of lard. With each step, the excess adipose tissue rippled and swayed, a testament to her insatiable appetite and growing sedentary inclinations. Now that the excitement was over and she could enjoy the freeing new sensation of her gut being unobstructed, pumpkin simply went back to wondering when her food trough would be refilled with sweets and pastries.
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Horse
Gender Female
Size 512 x 512px
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Not for quite a while at least, sorry
Once I’ve finished these up
I’m going to be really focusing on a bunch of stories with dragons
Once I’ve finished these up
I’m going to be really focusing on a bunch of stories with dragons
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