blurbblob: “Claire! My dear, please, come in, come in!” The fashion horse known as Rarit
blurbblob: “Claire! My dear, please, come in, come in!” The fashion horse known as Rarity greeted the baker mare into her boutique. “Um, Rarity?” Claire said in a quiet voice. “Yes?” Rarity turned back and suddenly winced. The poor baker was jammed between the door frames when she tried pushing her middle through. Her doughy body had blossomed since the two had last met. Once a plump mare with a gut that, while certainly sagged and poke out her sides, had never reached the width beyond a door’s. And while her belly was the most significant part of Claire’s girth, she did obtain a thicker face, too, which gave her the same soft doughy look as some of her pastries. Claire’s eyes showed a mix of plea and shame. “Oh dear. Don’t worry, I’ll help you through.” Rarity held Claire’s hooves in her grip, then helped her forward by leaning her body back, pulling with her arms, and pushing off the ground. Claire dug her hooves into the welcome mat. The mat pushed right out from her hooves, and almost tripped the huge mare; she twisted to one side, but got her footing back. The sudden twist of her body was enough for her belly to shift forward suddenly. Claire jerked to a stop again, and this time it was her large, cushioned rear cheeks that held onto the door frames. She looked back at them; her tightly squished plot stretched her cutie mark in a weird shape. She looked at Rarity with a flushed face and bit her lip. Keep reading I think Rarity just got a piece of heaven beneath Claire’s belly at the end thereSuch a cute and unf story to go with a lovely pic, thanks blurbblob! -- source link
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