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She finally reached her neck and head when the material started to snag. Only in the back of her mind did she think of how disgusting she must look to any other pony. Luckily for her, though, the sweat combined with the loosened grime on her coat made it easier for her to slip the latex of the uniform on her skin. At this size, though, even a couple waddles or, in this case, putting on a uniform, was enough to make her completely damp.
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Usually, she would only sweat when she either made a dive towards the ground at full speed for the finale or when she yelled at a Wonderbolt Academy member too harshly. She doubted how that was possible, but then again, she never saw another pony as big as her.Īs Spitfire worked on clothing her body for the first time in months, she started to break a sweat. Somehow, even those plumped up during her lazy time, with the base of the feathers as plumped as ever. Instead of worrying about such matters, she focused on the wings yet. She wasn’t even certain of whether she could reach, as the belly now hung dangerously low to the ground, packed with both padding and semi-digested food. If this were to work, she would have to squeeze a doughy mound of yellow fat which overflowed into all of her legs into a suit for someone a quarter of her size. She wouldn’t bother with the zipper yet, but she regretted that part the most. Despite the rancid complaint, she was still determined and kept pulling at the latex. The tug sent a noisy squeal from her ass, making her blush at the slobby act. It wasn’t until the second tug that she regretted gulping down a liter of soda. The initial wobbling sent it and all that was inside into a jiggle frenzy. With a grunt, she tugged at the uniform to get it started on her massive gut. The only struggle there was wiggling her tail in its respective hole. If it gave her curves before, then it certainty showed her two flabby globes that were her cheeks in all of their obese glory. Next was the rump, which took up half of the uniform itself. Breathing heavily, she stuffed them into their respective holes. The bloated sausages that were her legs were starting to chafe against the blue latex. Even then, she started to have difficulties.
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What a joke.įully aware of the inevitable, she sighed with cookie-scented breath and started to put in on hind legs first.
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Its shape symbolized the slim, athletic fit of the prized mare she formally was. Waddling over to a nearby table in the living room, she tipped a table over with her hind legs to get all the soda cans and pizza boxes off so she could lay the uniform down. She grabbed the uniform with her teeth, fighting back her new automatic function of gorging on whatever touched her mouth. Spitfire was on break, and she was going to let go in any way she can. Enough doughnut boxes, emptied Styrofoam containers and sarsaparilla bottles littered the house to make a fully functional fort from them. Delivery ponies assumed that all the orders they were getting there were for some parties she threw for Cloudsdale’s elite in actuality, they were all hers. What was even more pathetic was the feeling of neck fat pushing against her head as she dipped her head down.Įver since the air show season ended, she took the opportunity to shut herself from the public eye and lounge in her massive mansion just above Cloudsdale. Spitfire looked down at her Wonderbolt uniform on the ground of her closet she lazily discarded at the end of the season a few months ago. RAW Paste Data ~In honor of Cheers !!E2UYZrMaxa+ and Anon for their fat gas pone loves~