Halfway through the year, and Big Mac needs to unwind, letting it all hang out- and there's even more to let hang out than he thought. Enjoy!
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"Ugh… Guh… Huff… When… th-th' heck did Los Pegasus get so… hot?"
It had been a very long day of travel for Big Mac— he had received a message from back home to make a bit of a detour on his way back, picking up a few new seeds for the farm out by Los Pegasus. Admittedly, Big Mac was a little excited— Los Pegasus was a big, exciting town by the beach, and after a full circuit, maybe he deserved to relax and kick back a little— but perhaps he may have over-indulged. The all-apple diet that had made him about as round as one had been replaced by the sort of diet that would make all his previous cheat days pale in comparison— burgers large as his head, ice cream by the pint, anything a big city like Los Pegasus could offer.
He had completely put the thought of dieting out of his mind— there would be plenty of time to work this extra weight once he was back home. And he kept telling himself all the hauling and trekking should burn some of the weight off, but it never seemed to take— maybe that had something to do with his five meals a day, but Big Mac wasn't entirely sure. It had been a good strategy for small meals when he was building muscle, but then, replacing two of those meals with burgers and another with pizza probably hadn't been his brightest idea…
All the same, what he needed most of all was a moment to relax and cool off. Mac waited for night time and the opportunity to slip away to a nice, quiet lake. He trundled along down to the lake shore, his enormously bloated body sloshing and churning with every step— every trace of his rock-hard musculature had been buried and smothered under a thick coating of apple-fed blubber, his once massively sculpted arms thick, round reams of fat, his chest soft and pillowy, and his gut an enormous, globular mass, a red, over-inflated ball that sunk past his knees, making it even harder for his chunky, barrel-thick thunder thighs to move, rolling against one another and smacking against his gelatinous belly.
Even so, this was the first time he had stripped down and could fully see the damage he had done to some of his other assets— his rear end had ballooned, two round cheeks, stretching out his cutie mark to a ridiculous degree. Mac winced, running a hand over some of his fat rolls as he shuffled into the water.
"Dang… burgers… th-this has gotta be bloat…" the horse muttered, then letting out a long relieved sigh as he sank deeper into the water. "Oh…"
Mac felt himself floating as his hooves no longer touched the bottom— he was shockingly buoyant, bobbing, well, like an apple. It was a strange, but increasingly satisfying feeling, able to soak and float in the cool water, all those hundreds of excessive pounds suddenly didn't seem like such a big deal after all. Maybe he'd stare here for a little while longer, and grab a midnight snack. You weren't supposed to eat before swimming, he knew that, so it only made sense to fill up once he was done.