This choice: Hercules is called away on a mission, and Pegasus continues to be stuffed • Go Back...Chapter #10Hercules is called away on a mission, and Pegas... by: Tennissk   Pegasus could barely contain himself in indignation from the way he'd been treated by the female Pegasus. He was a hero, a champion of the Gods and she'd treated him like some farm horse whose mental functions equaled that of drooling idiot. Pegasus reciprocated that last sentiment; he had acted like a drooling idiot, but the he'd been duped so easily caused worry to blossom in the heroic stallion's mind.
As he tried to figure out where he'd lost control, Pegasus attempted to adjust his weight. He shifted slightly, only to be impeded by something when he moved too far. Looking down, Pegasus moaned internally as he remembered the other aspect of his hypnotic date: His swollen belly stuck a solid foot out to the side and gurgled with any movement. Pegasus tried to calm himself, but instead he was hit with a trance as the fullness overcame him and he fell into a deep sleep.
Late the next morning, Pegasus awoke to find a slight crick in his neck. As he gently stretched and crack the sore joint satisfactorily, he noticed small rolls of adipose bunching around his shoulders. Looking further down, the white stallion gasped as he witnessed the small paunch that had formed between his legs. It bulged out slightly to the sides and wobbled faintly from the sudden movement. Shaking his head clear of the present issue, Pegasus slowly got to his feet and studied the room around him.
The table on which he and the female pegasus had dined still bore remnants of their meal, and the winged horse’s eyes widened at the volume of food he’d consumed. Snorting in contempt at his indulgence, the equine made to exit his apartment in search of the mysterious roan. As soon as he was departing the kitchen, he felt a pleasant nuzzle grace his smoothly curving abdomen. Jolting from the sudden contact, Pegasus turned swiftly to make eye contact with the familiar female pegasus. He made to gesture angrily at the female for abandoning him the night before, but was stopped short by the pleading look Panic conveyed in the roan’s eyes.
Gulping unsteadily, Pegasus was once more entranced by the sheer intrigue of the female equine’s disposition. She slowly lead him back into the kitchen with a coaxing smile, before indicating for him to lay down on the cushion. As soon as he made contact with the pillow, a chef bustled in wheeling a large cart and impressive bowl of soup on it. As the chef pulled the cart up, Pegasus mentally corrected himself. The bowl was more of a cauldron, and the female roan’s plans were pretty easy to guess at. Hypnotized by Panic’s beguiling demeanor, he slowly allowed himself to be spoon fed. Though the horse’s pride diminished slightly from the notion, he found the treatment a relaxing change of pace.
Panic tentatively had his avatar engage in bewitching the stupefied hero. The night before, the two demons had confided in the results of their first encounter with the legendary Pegasus. The two were slightly underwhelmed by Pegasus’ presence, but they agreed that they should keep up the romantic front in order to follow through with their plan. In order to keep the Pegasus off balance, they decided that sporadic feeding sessions and a small degree of intimacy were enough to distract the bewildered equine long enough for him to become hefty.
Presently, their plan revolved around a large cauldron of soup, an alluring roan, and the steadily swelling stallion currently laying on the cushion. With each bite, Pegasus’ abdomen bulged out a little more as the volume of soup increased. Slowly Pegasus’ belly began to fold over itself as from the sheer weight of the warm liquid.
Pegasus released labored pants as he powerlessly gulped down each ladle full. By the time the cauldron was three-fourths empty, the stallion’s gut bulged over a foot above his shoulders and quivered ominously. Once the rest was emptied, Pegasus unleashed a quiet burp and groaned from the fullness. Panic’s illusory roan gently pressed her muzzle to the horse’s distended belly and caressed it with a soft press of her nose.
The gesture was enough to sate the Pegasus into a lulling sleep, and Panic quietly retreated once more from the ornate apartment. Once outside, he turned back into his blue, demonic self and scurried over to an abandoned stall where the pair had taken temporary residence. Pain was waiting for him, and his face split into a wide smile.
“Looks like this will be much easier than we thought,” the red minion said with a chuckle.
“Indeed,” Panic agreed, “We just need to follow through and soon that cursed horse will be too fat to fly.”
The two laughed menacingly before plotting the next steps in their plan.
What would those steps be?
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