It was a warm summer evening at sweet apple acres. Big Macintosh had just come in from hauling up the last cartloads of apples from the orchard and was tired as can be. The big red pony trotted into the kitchen and went to the fridge. Upon opening it, he was disappointed to find the appliance bare. Grumbling under his breath, Big Mac shut the fridge and walked to the cabinets. He found the same deal, absolutely nothing. Snorting, Big Mac stomped back into the living room. Living with his granny and two sisters was hard enough, but what really peeved the big stallion was that they never left him any food for when he came in. Being the biggest and the strongest in the family, Big Mac spent the most time in the fields, plowing, apple bucking, planting crops; it took him nearly the entire day! Applejack had it easy, usually finishing her work hours before and then running off to socialize with her friends. Same deal with Apple bloom, but before they left it seemed like they'd make it their duty to raid the family kitchen of everything edible so their hard working older brother had nothing when he got in. Big Mac growled under his breath, sitting on the sofa and flipping through a magazine. Then all at once, his belly let out the loudest growl he'd ever heard.
Big Mac grits his teeth in frustration. He was starving! He slowly rubbed his stomach with his big hoof, trying to ease it's fussing, but his belly continued groaning and moaning, desperate for anything that the stallion could put into it. Big Mac looked around the room and his eyes fell onto the magazine he's been reading, still open on the sofa. He knew it was nuts but his hunger was so great he didn't really care. Grabbing the magazine, Big Mac crumpled it up into a large ball and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. His saliva moistened the sticky pages creating a soft flakey mess in his mouth. But Big Mac tilted back his head and swallowed, sending the scratchy wad of paper to his stomach. He shivered as he felt it go down, the feeling similar to swallowing a handful of pine needles, scratchy and pokey. Nonetheless, when it reached his big stomach, the noises finally dissipated. Big Mac slowly rubbed his belly sadly and decided he'd just go to bed. He longed to eat some of the juicy apples that were stashed in the barn, but they were all part of a precise order for Filthy Rich, who said if he found that it wasn't all there, it could be bad news for the Apple family. So hanging his head, Big Mac trudged up the stairs to his room. Falling into bed, Big Mac realized he hadn't even bothered to take off his harness. But he was too exhausted to even care. The instant his head hit the pillow, he was gone.
He dreamt about apples. Apples were everywhere around him, big, juicy, and ripe, just begging him to gorge himself on their sweet fruity selves. And gorge himself he did. Big Mac danced happily throughout the sea of apples taking them up in great heaping hoof full’s and stuffing them down his throat and into his belly whole. His stomach swelled and bulged as it was packed full of the sweet juicy fruit, growing bigger and fatter until Big Mac couldn't touch the ground anymore. Belching happily, the big work horse laid on his humongous belly rubbing and patting it happily listening as it gurgled and churned up his huge apple feast. Then suddenly, he heard a voice.
"Big Mac..." It said softly. "We're waiting for you..."
Big Mac looked up and saw Applejack standing there, a smile on her face. But this wasn't just any Applejack. In front of Big Mac, stood the largest reddest apple the big stallion had ever seen. Applejacks head and hooves protruded from the apple which had become her body. She giggled as he looked at her with a hungry stare, salivating profusely. "We're so sorry big brother," Applejack said. "We never meant to take all the food from the kitchen. And so, to make it up to you, were offering ourselves to you. The best darned Apples you could eat. So come on big brother. Eat up!"
Big Mac couldn't believe his eyes. Despite not being able to touch the ground, he somehow found himself floating through the air towards the giant apple version of his sister. His huge belly hung below him making him look like a gigantic red blimp. As he approached Applejack, his eyes closed and his mouth opened wide. Then it got wider, and wider. And wider until he wrapped his immensely stretched jaws around her huge apple body completely. She laughed as she was forced into her older brother's huge mouth. Big Mac closed his lips sealing the huge apple into his cheeks which bulged out enormously. He relished in the amazing flavor of his sister before throwing back his head and swallowing her whole. She traveled down his hugely bulged out throat and chest and finally was tightly packed into the enormous sea of apples that were stuffed inside of big Mac's now titanic belly. Outside, Big Mac looked down at the humongous mountain that was his stomach, moaning happily at the incredible feeling of having so much food packed inside of him. He rubbed his belly happily for what seemed like ages, groaning and moaning happily when another voice, a smaller voice rang out in the air around him.
"Big brother..."
Big Mac looked around and suddenly the environment around him changed. Suddenly he found himself drifting atop an enormous apple pie, floating through an ocean of whipped cream. The sky was filled with great apple fritters that fell from the heavens into the whipped cream ocean. Big Mac opened his mouth wide and greedily gobbled them up as they fell, feeling as his gigantic belly grew even bigger still as he continued to feast on his surroundings. Then he spotted something odd. Beside his floating pie boat was another pie, and riding atop this pie were two figures. He immediately recognized the faces of none other than Granny Smith, and his little sister Apple bloom. But both were not entirely the same, for instead of a middle body, Apple bloom was made up of an enormous candy apple, soaked in thick gooey caramel, and Granny Smith was made up of a complete apple tart. Big Mac couldn't resist and drifted towards them as hey beckoned him closer with warm smiles, "we're sorry big brother for not letting you eat," Apple bloom said. "Eat us instead and make your belly happy!"
Big Mac couldn't believe it. His jaws parted once again and, stretched to impossible size once more, the stallion completely engulfed his granny and sister together, stuffing them tightly into his mouth. His tongue exploded with their succulent flavors as he groaned in pleasure. Throwing back his head, Big Mac sent the two to join Applejack in the enormous mountain of his belly. The lump they made going down was almost as big as a fully loaded hay wagon, but it was nothing compared to the size of his belly as they were forced into it. Big Mac's belly was now bigger than the entire Apple Family house and barn combined. It bulged out in all directions, a humongous drum tight red hairy sphere with the red farm pony lying atop it, hooves rubbing and patting it while great moans of satisfaction accompanied by truly monstrous belches and burps erupted from Big Mac's mouth. He was in heaven. Everything he'd wanted had happened. His hunger had finally been sated, his belly full to sizes unimaginable! Nothing could be b-
And then he woke up.
Big Mac's eyes flew open as he found himself in a pitch dark room laying on a cold hard surface.
"~ Oww... Oh man.... What a dream ~," he said in his mind, groaning slightly. He was saddened that it had all been a dream. All those delicious apples in his belly, their succulent flavor filling his mouth and the feeling of being simply overwhelmed by the fullness of his monstrous belly... He could almost taste their succulent, delicious… Stopping mid thought he realized that his mouth was indeed full, with something at least. He couldn’t for the life of him think what it could be, questioning on whether or not to spit the thing out, just then his stomach answers that question for him, letting out a starved growl, the thoughts of the dream subsiding and his intense hunger returning with vengeance. Seems his stomach had decided for him, Big Mac closing his mouth around the unknown object and takes a deep gulp. Feeling over the bulge in his throat as it descends down his neck, it felt, very soft and resilient, feeling over it as the object finally entered his stomach, his stomach complained a little less, now that it had something to work on.
Getting to his hooves, Mac looked around the room, to see if anything was missing, working on the farm had given him a keen eye so he was sure he’d notice something was out of place, looking at his bed, his eyes open fully as opposed to the usual half open look he had prior. His pillow… it wasn’t there, was that the object, his… pillow? He dwelled on this strange thought for a moment, sure he had been hungry enough to scrunch up a full magazine and eat it, but his own pillow? This was making very little- ‘GROWL!’ – “Ugh…horse apples…” Big Mac grunts out slightly in pain, it hurt worse than earlier; he couldn’t be done with the pillow already? Poking his gut with a hoof slightly, he finds that the pillow, though slightly tattered, was still present in his pudgy belly, looking around quickly for something, anything to sate this hunger. Looking down at his neck he finally notices he still was wearing his harness. Had he worn it even when asleep? Another Growl of persistence breaks him from his thought, removing the harness from around his neck, looking at it a moment, and then opens his mouth.
He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or if he were delirious from intense hunger, but he found that, when opening his mouth, he could open wider than he thought possible, he decided not to question it and simply shoved the harness into his WIDE jaws. The bulk of it hardly took any additional effort, no strain being felt as it slips into Mac’s mouth, gulping around it sends half of the large ring of leather and wood down his neck. Leaning his head back, Mac gulps and gulps around the harness until he closed his jaws shut behind it. The harness made a very large bulge in Mac’s neck, he wasn’t sure he could get it down, fearing it would get stuck when it reaches his collar bone but was pleasantly surprised as the large neck bulge traveled down and emptied into his stomach with little resistance.
Mac felt over his stomach once more, it having distended with the weight of his harness and could clearly feel the shape of it through his skin. Was this ‘really’ reality? He ponders t himself, cos it was certainly weird enough to be a dream, being able to eat first his pillow, and now his harness, a low growl and slight gurgle emitting from his stomach one more. He was STILL hungry?
“Well… at least I know I can still Digest this stuff.” He says in his deep voice looking around to see what else he could eat, though judging from what he’d eaten thus far, pretty much anything was fair game, this thought brings a smirk to his face. “If this is a dream, guess I better make the most of it,” he says with a smile of determination, looking at the objects of his room, now, as an all you can eat buffet. He thinks himself fortunate that he didn’t like collecting little knick knacks like his baby sister, Apple Bloom did, or have an obsession with medals like Apple Jack, his room was made of only the bare essentials, Bed bedside table, and wardrobe, but he’d waited enough time, he was hungry and so he walked over to a corner of his bed, uses his immense strength to lift the end of it off the floor and opened wide around the nearest corner.
Amazingly, he finds out that, not only can he open his jaws ‘very’ wide, but his mouth felt as though it was rubber, being capable of stretching his jaws around both end corners of the bed he was lifting, after taking a strong gulp, his bed began to slide along the floor as it began to descend down into Mac’s mouth. Gulping continuously, he watches as his bed disappears, each swallow making a foot of his bed slide into his mouth so after 6 large gulps his closes his mouth over the headboard, and he then makes a final swallow to send his bed to his stomach. Mac groans loudly, lying over his stretched belly, the pillow he’d eaten earlier had now been digested fully, and his harness was well on its way as well the tough leather and wood being broken down. Mac was a little stuck now, his stomach still yearned to be filled but he couldn’t move, well, he could with great difficulty. Looking over to his bedside table, he licks his lips a little, he couldn’t put his hoof on it, but all the objects he’d eaten so far… hadn’t tasted that bad.
Scraping noises could be heard momentarily as Mac attempts to move over to grasp the small table, finding it easier after a little while, his stomach deflating and getting smaller with his stomach working over the large bed inside. It wasn’t long until Mac could walk semi-normally once more, having the table’s stork sliding down into his open, stretched mouth, “Just then hearing a knock at the door.
“Big Mac… you in ther’? Shoot, the three of us are real sorry for not leavin y’all no food.” Mac recognized the sound his sister’s voice, she was apologizing? A smile came to his open jaws, sucking in the last of the table’s legs and gulps loudly, the table descending down his throat. Walking over to the door casually, he opens it and finds A.J. his younger sister with a sorrowful look on her face, her Stetson clung to her chest, “Can ya forgive us Big Mac?”, she asks softly.
Big Mac’s smile turns into a smirk, as he leans in toward A.J. “Eeyuup!” he says with a tone of hunger in his voice and grabbing hold of A.J.’s shoulder, pulling her into the room and slamming the door after her.
“M-ma-ma-Mac, what are you doin?!” Says the muffled voice of A.J. within Big Mac’s room, and then an audible chomp is heard, as well as a ‘Gulp’. Inside the room, Big Mac has the bulge of A.J.’s head and shoulders in his neck, lifting his sister’s remaining two hooves off the floor as he continues to gulp her down. A.J. was in complete, utter shock that her own brother was ‘actually’ eating her. With this, she began to struggle hard, kicking her back legs furiously. Mac took no notice of this and just swallowed again, her middle to her flanks sinking down his throat easily, now at A.J.’s struggling legs, he knew how to handle resistance, biting down on her haunches, and A.J. lets out a muffled yelp of pain, and stops momentarily. Which Big Mac uses to his advantage, tossing his head back, he gulps down his sister’s flanks, keeping his neck stretched out then swallows once more and A.J.’s disappear into Mac’s mouth, closing his jaws past her hooves, giving them a loving lick with his tongue before gulping strongly. He feels the last bulge of his own sister slowly gliding down his neck and emptying into his stomach, a satisfied smile on his face as he then turns to look at his Wardrobe.
It was pretty standard as wardrobes go but he didn’t use it for anything in particular, if at all. It was just for decoration. Well, now was the time to get some use out of it, Mac walks over to the Wardrobe and gently lays it on the floor, licking his lips once more at the size of it, while rubbing his A.J. filled belly, whom hadn’t stopped struggling inside his belly since he ate her. Lifting the top of the wardrobe, Mac opens his mouth wide and inserts the top of the large piece of furniture into his stretched jaws, taking a loud ‘Gulp’ and the wardrobe began its journey, scraping across his bed room floor and into his hungry stomach. Though the commotion it made down stairs was far but unnoticed, as the rambling complaints of Granny Smith were heard making her way through the kitchen and then slowly walking her way up the steps.
Mac couldn’t believe the enjoyment he was getting from this, he’d eaten his pillow, bed, work harness, bed side table, his own Sister, and now he was almost done gulping down his wardrobe, gulp after gulp sore the large furniture sink into his blocky bulged neck, he had just taken his last sallow of It, stroking the bulge as it sank down his neck into his stomach, when he hears a loud banging at the door.
“What in tarnation are you doin in there youngen?!” calls out a frustrated Granny Smith from behind the door. Big Mac instantly froze when hearing his grandmother call out, he’d dare not think of how Granny Smith would react to him with a massive wardrobe shaped bulge in his stomach. He had to think quickly, looking for a way out, the window? With this belly, wasn’t very likely. He starts to sweat when he can’t think of anything, and then it occurs to him… He’d already eaten his sister, so why not do the same in this situation. A smile creeping over his face and began to push himself toward the door with his back hooves, pushing around the odd shaped bulge containing a wardrobe and, now, weakly struggling Apple Jack, the stomach starting its work on her just as it did everything else.
“Big Mac… I here you moving thar and if you don’t open this door in the next 5 seconds than I’ma comin in after ya! 1… 2…” Granny says, starting to count. Big Mac grins, this could work out perfectly, he was now in hoofs reach of the door, but he waited to open it until the optimum moment. “3… 4…” Steady… “5!!” That was his queue, as soon as she said that, he knew she’d run at the door to break it down, and in that moment he opens both the door, and his mouth, widely.
If Granny Smith could have stopped herself in time, she would see her grandson’s massively wide mouth lying in wait for her to barrel right on down into it, but as she couldn’t, she did just that, Mac grunts slightly as Granny Smith had, unintentionally, forced over half her body down into his throat, his neck bulging out with struggling form, able to hear muffled complaints from the old mare, Mac taking notice on the content of his meal’s ramblings, simply smiling and raises his head and gulps strongly, sending Granny Smith’s flanks and legs down Mac’s throat as he closes his mouth behind her hooves and swallows once more, licking his lips at the taste of his Grandmother.
Now he was alone, all alone in the house and once the wardrobe in his stomach digests, he’d be able to gorge himself on the rest of the goodies within the house, then after that, he’d be sure to pay his sister a visit at the ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’ club house. His mouth was watering just at the thought of it.
After 5 minutes he was finally able to move normally, a bit of pudge had collected around Mac’s stomach and flanks, he figured it was probably due to digesting his Sister and Granny, he didn’t mind it though, the other objects he’d eaten hadn’t made a slight change in him which suited him just fine. Heading out of his room, he opens the door and then, using his strength, tears the door off its hinges, opens his mouth wide and drops it in. Catching the door with his teeth, he widens his mouth around it and gulps it down in only a few gulps, being careful when doing through the empty doorway, and walking along the corridors.
He visits each room individually, A.J.’s was first, heading inside, to find it littered with Rodeo stuff, hats, lassoes, and a medal display case as well as her own bed. Big Mac licks his lips as he enters the room and began his second course, ripping the entire display case off the wall and gulping it down in two gulps, he regretted not being able to find out what gold tasted like, with a slight hint of silver from that one time. Next her hats, the objects that set her apart from every pony else in town, her prides and joy, were now just a snack, Mac gulping each one down one after the other, moving onto the lassoes which he experiments with one, slurping it up like a noodle, only for him to get a slight rope burn on his lips and tongue, figuring it would be best to just gulp them down when rolled up.
Mac spends another half an hour inside A.J.’s room before waddling out once more with her door in his stomach. Apple Bloom and Granny Smith’s rooms faired no different, Granny’s room consisted of knitting needles, an old rocking chair, bed, bed side table and lamp. The needles were the only things that gave Mac some trouble, poking him in the throat constantly and so tied them together in a large bundle twine and gulped them all in one go. Apple Blooms room consisted of mainly of Rodeo posters, a small toy chest and bed. Her’s was the easiest room to clear out by far. Humming to himself, Mac trots down stairs his stomach distended and rattling, gulping down small knick knacks as he went. Coming into the living room and licks his lips at all the stuff he could eat, rolling up the rug on the floor, holding it above his head, opening his mouth wide and slowly lowers it down his throat, it was getting to the point where he barely need to gulp any more, everything small enough would just slide down his neck. Shuffling over to the book shelves, the rub weighing down in his belly as it scrapes over the floor a little, and began to pick books from the shelves and swallow them in one gulp, it was a good thing Twilight weren’t there.
Once he gulped the last book he dragged himself over to Granny Smith’s arm chair, smiling hungrily, he licks his lips and lifts it up to his head and opens his mouth wide, closing his jaws around a corner of it and then began stretching his jaws around it, stretching wider and wider, gulping around it as it began to enter his throat, gulp, gulp, gulp, and with one last swallow it descended down his neck, rubbing at the bulge as it deposits in his massive distended belly, laying sprawled out on top of it and unable to move. He still felt hungry though and so began leaning, rolling forward until his front hooves touched the floor and started to drag himself into the kitchen, managing it only barely where he began to gorge on the pots, pans, cupboards, appliances and fridge. Finally done, he lay once more in the middle of the room, once more laid out atop Mammoth sized belly, his head nearly brushing ceiling of the stripped bare room.
It isn’t until an hour later that Big Mac could finally move about normally again and he exits the empty house, he’d left nothing, not even the kitchen sink. “~Nice appetizer, now, what’s next ~?” he ponders to himself, looking out at all the Apple trees of the farm and smiles.
