The springs on the bed creaked as Gilda’s shook, rolls of fat ripple with every impact to her body. Months of feeding, has pushed the hedonistic griffon closer to immobility and everypony wanted a piece of her plump and fluffy ass.

Gilda’s pudgy finger flicked through her phone, beak turned to a grimace as she scrolled through the requests and pings of ponies and griffons who wanted a hook up. Body shaking harder, the fresh dweeb did their best to please her plump loins. Tens of dweebs lining up to meet her, but none of them were what she was looking for. Her body grew hot as she opened Dash’s profile and scrolled through the presenting pictures she had posted.

She murmured to herself. “I know you want my fatass, so why the hell…” She felt her back walls getting battered, the pony working hard to pleasure her. Each pounding sent her fat body into tremors, but her boredom increased, checking out Dash’s new pictures, annoyed when she spotted one of her nerd friends in one.

The slapping increased in pace, Gilda’s beak sinking into her chin as she powered through, scanning through the gallery. Her breathing grew heavy, the rocking only getting stronger when the tiny pony pretty much slamming their whole body against her enormous rump and fat ladened thighs. Gilda’s tail feathers and fur, damp with her sweat and her meal ticket’s desperate efforts. The last picture she saw was Dash with that weak, pitiful, pink haired, coward pony.

A frustrating orgasm to say the least. She grunted through the “pleasure”, to focus on her next task.

Not even bothering to look back, she ask, “You..” labored breaths hindered speech. Ya, gonna buy… more take o-out?”

“Y-you, just ate.” The pony’s voice was weak and sorry.

“And I’m still huUUungry.” She huffed.

“But that was all I could afford for tonight.” The pleading pony, wanting nothing more than some overstuffed griffon.

“Then we’re done here.” Gilda went back to the wall of pings of new bodies and wallets, ready and able to give her maybe a fraction of what she wanted.

“I can get more for our next date?”

“Then I’ll call you. Now you need to beat it, so someone else can satisfy my hunger.” She tapped on an offer and messaged a, “hey.” She ignored the disappointment and defeated sigh when she got her reply. “Time to hook and bait another loser.”

She looked to the mirror, obese, blubbery body splayed out on the mattress. She had to make them work for it, so she grabbed a shirt off the floor that got her demand across. She heaved herself up to a sitting position, flabby double belly resting on her lap, and pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t notice when the twig left, her attention was on the ill fitting top, that squeezed her breasts, and cut circulation off from her arms. She got into a pose to show off the good stuff, her thighs belly covered her crotch, so she lifted a roll of the pudgy gut, as a little tease. They would get the whole thing when she got her last meal later. Aggravated with tonight’s events though, she was mad that she had to request another dweeb to finish what should’ve ended today, she raised the phone camera, along with her middle finger, and snapped a pic.