Piggy Belle Ch1

Diamond Tiara licked her lips hungrily, eyeing her prey cowering before her. The snowy unicorn in front of her pressed herself as far into the wall as she could, teal-green eyes staring back into her own deep blue ones with an almost defiant determination, a strong fear obviously waging a relentless war inside her that prevented her from fully taking a side. How cute.

“Let me- let me pass, Tiara!” She squeaked unconfidently, paralyzed under her towering form “I have to go ho-“

“To my house” the earth pony finished for her, her voice many times louder than the smaller mare’s, in more ways than one “You will be at my house at 3 o’clock, Sweetie Belle”

The unicorn frowned, confused, her mouth opening and closing to protest despite no clear answer coming through. Diamond didn’t pay attention to that though. No, whatever she had to say for herself was not important, and she didn’t care what it was. Instead she tuned out the lame, garbled excuses her prey spouted and allowed her eyes to roam down over the white mare, enjoying the way her huge, full breasts strained against her top, fur covered flesh bursting all around it. The thin fabric was so stretched it left nothing to the imagination, the color almost becoming transparent, leaving the unicorn’s wide, puffy areolas and the gentle but large nubs of her nipples exposed to anyone who looked over, and boy did they look. Every pony couldn’t help but look over when they caught a glimpse of the perpetually bursting siren calls that barely got concealed by their seemingly clueless, and quite frankly stupid, owner. But as big as her boobs were, they were nothing compared to the belly they rested upon.

Oh yeah, the mare’s belly was so large it got no coverage at all no matter what she was wearing - shirts were never long enough to wrap fully around it, pants were never stretchy enough to contain its entire self, dresses and skirts would always get lifted around its form and become too short to cover the rest of her also lardy body - for, like a waterfall, it fell heavily from the unicorn’s torso and hung freely in plain sight for every pony around to ogle, a perfectly round sphere that jutted out from her frame, that jiggled with every breath, bounced with every move, and slapped with the meaty thighs it was constantly laying on with every step. Every lunch hour it would get fed to its full content, the white unicorn consuming meals in quantities a pony would never have guessed a filly could stomach, pushing food into her maw and down her gullet until it all dropped heavily inside the stretchy chamber of her belly, getting packed so tight the furred skin would feel taut to the tough. It would get squished tightly against her desk every time she sat for class, and would growl loudly enough for the other colts and fillies in the classroom to hear when classes lasted longer than usual, and it would gurgle every time the unicorn had had too much lunch during break periods (which was becoming the norm), and Diamond had more than once seen a sneaking hand go down whenever their teacher wasn’t looking and would rub the taut expanse of the suffering gut, pressing down on certain areas and trying to stiffen the burps that the earth pony could hear coming up the other filly’s throat before she unsuccessfully caught it, allowing everyone to hear the loud, unlady-like and deep sound that by now every pony knew to ignore, but not Diamond Tiara.

She had watched that gut grow slowly over the years, noticing how the pink maned mare stopped growing tall early and instead continued getting wide. At first it was only a small curve on the front of her shirt that no one would give a second glance at, except Diamond because she was always on the look out for things to use against ponies for her own future benefit, but soon that curve was ever present and needed to be hid with hoodies on a daily basis, then the shirts got a size bigger, then another when the rest of her body started to catch up on the growth. Soon her sloping tummy wasn’t the only thing that needed to be contained but her tits too, stretching the fabric of their previously fitting bras, needing to go another size up. Then her butt started to swell out too against her skirt, taking her hips and legs with it, pushing the cloth up her white, softening thighs until every movement had to include a prayer to Celestia so she wouldn’t flash her panties to any pony behind her.

Goodness, she was such a filthy, fat pig.

At first Diamond Tiara was annoyed and disgusted with the filly’s careless development, but the more that snowy belly kept peeking out from under her shirt the more the earth pony found herself intrigued with the ever softening of that body. There was something especially alluring about the way that everything would jostle about no matter how small the unicorn’s movements were, the heaving of her boobs, the rippling of her ass cheeks, the bouncing of her belly hang, it all made the earth pony filly’s mind and futa cock haywire with what she now knew was unbridled desire.

She wanted that belly. She needed it. Not only that belly, but the whole unicorn’s body. She needed to feel it under her fingers, needed to feel the soft fur when she stroked it, the warm flesh when she pushed into it, the gurgling when she rested her palm on it. She needed to hold those breasts, feel their weight, their suppleness, their bouncing, and she needed to touch her ass, spank it and grope it, have it clap against her own thighs as she fucked the living daylights out of her. She needed the unicorn and she needed her now, and she’d make sure to have her all for herself, no matter what it took.

The white filly’s eyes skittered nervously as she looked for something to say, her ears pulled back against her head in fear. After a few seconds of fruitless thought she sighed and settled her gaze on the commanding girl before her.

“...ye- yes, Diamond, I- I’ll be there”

“Good.” The earth pony’s grin widened triumphantly, and just a tad evilly “I’ll be waiting for you”

With that, she turned around and walked away, ‘accidentally’ letting her wavy, lavender tail slap against the perfect roundness of the other filly’s belly, enjoying the shrill squeak that came right after.

She was going to make that fat unicorn her fat, perfectly obedient, hungry piggy bitch.