And here it is, the eighth and final part of my continuation of kerjois’s sequence.
I had a ton of fun making these, although sadly it will most likely be the very last thing I ever get to collaborate with him on in any way, since this was the only thing he’d really left unfinished besides the penguin idea I already did.
I hope people have enjoyed it :)
< prev 8
When Emily entered the barn to visit her pet, Pumpkin lounged heavily in her stall, the very picture of indulgence and excess. Her once sleek and athletic physique was a distant memory, replaced by layers of soft, quivering fat that overflowed onto the straw covered floor, her bedding totally obscured from view by her own vast corpulence.
Pumpkin had been the recipient of relentless, all encompassing pampering for what felt like an eternity since they’d returned from vacation. Every whim and desire was catered to without hesitation or restraint. From the finest gourmet treats to the most lavish grooming sessions, Pumpkin lived a life of unparalleled luxury and indulgence, and it showed on her frame.
Her neck was obscured by pillowy stacks of thick rolls, each one a testament to her insatiable appetite and sedentary lifestyle. Layers of soft, doughy fat cascaded over each other. They squished together as she shifted her weight, creating deep creases that merged with her back rolls as well as the soft folds of her multitudes of chins.
Pumpkin's chubby cheeks, exaggerated by the layers of fat that enveloped them, were so plump they had started to sag under their own weight. They wobbled slightly as she chewed lazily on a sugary treat, her lips smacking together with each greedy bite. Recently, pumpkin was always huffing and puffing for breath despite her non existent exercise, so her mouth was perpetually open as she wheezed for breath.
Her flabby chest, swollen and distended from years of overindulgence, rested slightly on top the table of sweets that sat conveniently in front of her. The soft flesh spilled over the surface, threatening to someday engulf the entire table in a sea of lard.
Pumpkin's legs had transformed into thick, flabby columns of excess flesh, each limb encased in layers of doughy fat that would jiggle with every step if she could be bothered to walk. What were once defined muscles were now pure blubber, rendering her legs soft and shapeless. The rolls of fat around her ankles had grown so voluminous that they almost engulfed her own hooves entirely, leaving only the faintest glimpse of the tips peeking out from beneath the layers of flab.
Pumpkin's hind limbs were even thicker and more cumbersome than her front legs, each one enveloped in rolls of lard that swallowed them whole. Thick layers of flabby tissue had turned them to pillars of blubber as thick as tree trunks. With every slight movement of her heavy breathing, the rolls of fat jiggled and quivered, shifting with the weight of her colossal rump.
Her hindquarters were a sight to behold, a massive, cellulite speckled expanse of pure lard that spilled over her hind legs and had begun sagging towards the ground. The rolls of fat that adorned her rear end seemed to have a life of their own, undulating and quivering with every slight involuntary motion of her body, even each heavy breath she took sent tremors through the soft, yielding flesh of her hindquarters, causing the rolls of lard to wobble and sway in a mesmerizing display of adipose.
Pumpkin's massive, heavy gut hung low and pendulous, dominating her entire midsection with its sheer size and weight. The flabby expanse of her belly sagged heavily, pressing against the ground beneath her with an audible slap if she shifted her weight.
The expanse of her gut would have spread across the ground beneath her in every direction if it were not for the bright orange industrial strength sling that encircled her midsection. This sturdy support, originally intended for construction applications, now served the purpose of cradling much of her immense bulk, relieving her of the discomfort of her excessive mass even while simply lounging on the floor.
The sling, supported from above by a powerful winch attached to the rafters of the barn, creaked under the strain of Pumpkin's weight but held firm, providing essential support for her bloated frame. It wrapped snugly around her swollen belly, lifting and containing the immense bulk of her gut, sparing the lazy pony the effort of bearing its full weight even while simply relaxing. Despite the sling's assistance, Pumpkin's belly still squished heavily against the floor, its sheer size a testament to her insatiable appetite and sedentary lifestyle.
As Emily approached Pumpkin, the custom made winch attached to the ornate ceiling of the barn sprang into action with a mechanical whirr. The winch, customized to bear the weight of the obese pony, engaged with a series of cogs and gears, its powerful motor straining against the immense bulk it was tasked with lifting.
The corresponding sling, constructed from reinforced nylon webbing and industrial grade polymers, pulled against Pumpkin's bloated belly as the winch exerted its force. With a series of labored clanks, the sling slowly elevated Pumpkin's massive frame, taking the burden of her weight and allowing her to rise to a mostly standing position without the chore of bearing any of her own considerable bulk.
The winch strained under the load of Pumpkin's weight, its gears groaning and whirring as it labored to lift her ponderous form. The sheer mass of the obese pony made the task a formidable one, requiring the winch to exert its full power to hoist her into position.
As Pumpkin reached her full height, the winch paused momentarily, its motor humming with effort as it held her suspended in the air. The sling supported her bloated belly, taking the strain off her weak, fatty legs and allowing her to remain standing without exerting any effort of her own.
Despite the winch's impressive strength, supporting Pumpkin's immense weight was no small feat. The barn itself creaked and groaned under the strain, the wooden beams protesting against the massive load they were forced to bear. Yet it was a small price to pay for the convenience of Pumpkin remaining perpetually lounging and pampered in her luxurious surroundings.
Pumpkin's assertive neigh echoed through the barn, demanding attention and pampering in equal measure. Emily, accustomed to her pet's insatiable appetite for indulgence, hurried to make her pet happy, showering Pumpkin with affectionate pats and an abundance of treats.
But even after receiving all the attention Emily could muster, Pumpkin's demands persisted, her whinnies growing more insistent by the moment. Emily furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering what else her spoiled pet could possibly desire.
Then, she noticed Pumpkin's feeble attempts to maneuver her bulky body closer to the table laden with pastries. Despite her weak and atrophied limbs, Pumpkin was determined to reach her beloved snacks, her desire for sugary indulgence outweighing her physical limitations.
It was then that Emily realized the true source of Pumpkin's discontent. The pony's chest had become so engorged with layers of lard that she couldn't get close enough to the table to reach her treats. Her multitude of neck rolls and chins restricted her range of motion, preventing her from satisfying her insatiable appetite without assistance.
She swiftly picked up the dish of fattening pastries resting on the table and held it out right beneath Pumpkin's muzzle, ensuring her beloved pony could enjoy her treats without straining against her neck's limited mobility. She would have to remember later to beg her parents to find some way so Pumpkin could keep stuffing herself with sweets without having to suffer through the ordeal of lowering her neck.
Pumpkin's response was immediate and enthusiastic. She began alternating between scarfing down the sugary pastries with fervor, emitting frantic piggy grunts of delight with each greedy bite despite her constant shortness of breath, and taking greedy gulps of soda from the oversized hamster style water feeder conveniently mounted on the wall beside her for easy access.The sugary beverage was still within reach for now, despite her rapidly atrophying neck muscles and burdensome collars of lard.
Emily watched excitedly as Pumpkin consumed ridiculous quantities of sugar yet again. As she continued to pile on more lard every day, her parents kept assuring their daughter she would begin showing signs of becoming a unicorn any day now.
I had a ton of fun making these, although sadly it will most likely be the very last thing I ever get to collaborate with him on in any way, since this was the only thing he’d really left unfinished besides the penguin idea I already did.
I hope people have enjoyed it :)
< prev 8
When Emily entered the barn to visit her pet, Pumpkin lounged heavily in her stall, the very picture of indulgence and excess. Her once sleek and athletic physique was a distant memory, replaced by layers of soft, quivering fat that overflowed onto the straw covered floor, her bedding totally obscured from view by her own vast corpulence.
Pumpkin had been the recipient of relentless, all encompassing pampering for what felt like an eternity since they’d returned from vacation. Every whim and desire was catered to without hesitation or restraint. From the finest gourmet treats to the most lavish grooming sessions, Pumpkin lived a life of unparalleled luxury and indulgence, and it showed on her frame.
Her neck was obscured by pillowy stacks of thick rolls, each one a testament to her insatiable appetite and sedentary lifestyle. Layers of soft, doughy fat cascaded over each other. They squished together as she shifted her weight, creating deep creases that merged with her back rolls as well as the soft folds of her multitudes of chins.
Pumpkin's chubby cheeks, exaggerated by the layers of fat that enveloped them, were so plump they had started to sag under their own weight. They wobbled slightly as she chewed lazily on a sugary treat, her lips smacking together with each greedy bite. Recently, pumpkin was always huffing and puffing for breath despite her non existent exercise, so her mouth was perpetually open as she wheezed for breath.
Her flabby chest, swollen and distended from years of overindulgence, rested slightly on top the table of sweets that sat conveniently in front of her. The soft flesh spilled over the surface, threatening to someday engulf the entire table in a sea of lard.
Pumpkin's legs had transformed into thick, flabby columns of excess flesh, each limb encased in layers of doughy fat that would jiggle with every step if she could be bothered to walk. What were once defined muscles were now pure blubber, rendering her legs soft and shapeless. The rolls of fat around her ankles had grown so voluminous that they almost engulfed her own hooves entirely, leaving only the faintest glimpse of the tips peeking out from beneath the layers of flab.
Pumpkin's hind limbs were even thicker and more cumbersome than her front legs, each one enveloped in rolls of lard that swallowed them whole. Thick layers of flabby tissue had turned them to pillars of blubber as thick as tree trunks. With every slight movement of her heavy breathing, the rolls of fat jiggled and quivered, shifting with the weight of her colossal rump.
Her hindquarters were a sight to behold, a massive, cellulite speckled expanse of pure lard that spilled over her hind legs and had begun sagging towards the ground. The rolls of fat that adorned her rear end seemed to have a life of their own, undulating and quivering with every slight involuntary motion of her body, even each heavy breath she took sent tremors through the soft, yielding flesh of her hindquarters, causing the rolls of lard to wobble and sway in a mesmerizing display of adipose.
Pumpkin's massive, heavy gut hung low and pendulous, dominating her entire midsection with its sheer size and weight. The flabby expanse of her belly sagged heavily, pressing against the ground beneath her with an audible slap if she shifted her weight.
The expanse of her gut would have spread across the ground beneath her in every direction if it were not for the bright orange industrial strength sling that encircled her midsection. This sturdy support, originally intended for construction applications, now served the purpose of cradling much of her immense bulk, relieving her of the discomfort of her excessive mass even while simply lounging on the floor.
The sling, supported from above by a powerful winch attached to the rafters of the barn, creaked under the strain of Pumpkin's weight but held firm, providing essential support for her bloated frame. It wrapped snugly around her swollen belly, lifting and containing the immense bulk of her gut, sparing the lazy pony the effort of bearing its full weight even while simply relaxing. Despite the sling's assistance, Pumpkin's belly still squished heavily against the floor, its sheer size a testament to her insatiable appetite and sedentary lifestyle.
As Emily approached Pumpkin, the custom made winch attached to the ornate ceiling of the barn sprang into action with a mechanical whirr. The winch, customized to bear the weight of the obese pony, engaged with a series of cogs and gears, its powerful motor straining against the immense bulk it was tasked with lifting.
The corresponding sling, constructed from reinforced nylon webbing and industrial grade polymers, pulled against Pumpkin's bloated belly as the winch exerted its force. With a series of labored clanks, the sling slowly elevated Pumpkin's massive frame, taking the burden of her weight and allowing her to rise to a mostly standing position without the chore of bearing any of her own considerable bulk.
The winch strained under the load of Pumpkin's weight, its gears groaning and whirring as it labored to lift her ponderous form. The sheer mass of the obese pony made the task a formidable one, requiring the winch to exert its full power to hoist her into position.
As Pumpkin reached her full height, the winch paused momentarily, its motor humming with effort as it held her suspended in the air. The sling supported her bloated belly, taking the strain off her weak, fatty legs and allowing her to remain standing without exerting any effort of her own.
Despite the winch's impressive strength, supporting Pumpkin's immense weight was no small feat. The barn itself creaked and groaned under the strain, the wooden beams protesting against the massive load they were forced to bear. Yet it was a small price to pay for the convenience of Pumpkin remaining perpetually lounging and pampered in her luxurious surroundings.
Pumpkin's assertive neigh echoed through the barn, demanding attention and pampering in equal measure. Emily, accustomed to her pet's insatiable appetite for indulgence, hurried to make her pet happy, showering Pumpkin with affectionate pats and an abundance of treats.
But even after receiving all the attention Emily could muster, Pumpkin's demands persisted, her whinnies growing more insistent by the moment. Emily furrowed her brow in confusion, wondering what else her spoiled pet could possibly desire.
Then, she noticed Pumpkin's feeble attempts to maneuver her bulky body closer to the table laden with pastries. Despite her weak and atrophied limbs, Pumpkin was determined to reach her beloved snacks, her desire for sugary indulgence outweighing her physical limitations.
It was then that Emily realized the true source of Pumpkin's discontent. The pony's chest had become so engorged with layers of lard that she couldn't get close enough to the table to reach her treats. Her multitude of neck rolls and chins restricted her range of motion, preventing her from satisfying her insatiable appetite without assistance.
She swiftly picked up the dish of fattening pastries resting on the table and held it out right beneath Pumpkin's muzzle, ensuring her beloved pony could enjoy her treats without straining against her neck's limited mobility. She would have to remember later to beg her parents to find some way so Pumpkin could keep stuffing herself with sweets without having to suffer through the ordeal of lowering her neck.
Pumpkin's response was immediate and enthusiastic. She began alternating between scarfing down the sugary pastries with fervor, emitting frantic piggy grunts of delight with each greedy bite despite her constant shortness of breath, and taking greedy gulps of soda from the oversized hamster style water feeder conveniently mounted on the wall beside her for easy access.The sugary beverage was still within reach for now, despite her rapidly atrophying neck muscles and burdensome collars of lard.
Emily watched excitedly as Pumpkin consumed ridiculous quantities of sugar yet again. As she continued to pile on more lard every day, her parents kept assuring their daughter she would begin showing signs of becoming a unicorn any day now.
Category All / Fat Furs
Species Horse
Gender Female
Size 1919 x 1919px
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