Over on Momma T's dairy farm, a place frequented by farm animals of the rotund variety, a wandering wolf took a liking to two of the horses on the property. Known widely as Alicia, the curvaceous canid adored the two equines who took after her own heart, and stomach. Knox, an all-around robust Brabant Belgian, and Pepsi, a Belgian draft horse, were both known for their industrious appetites and fondness for dairy products. When Alicia discovered this weakness, it took very little convincing on Momma T's behalf to reduce the pair to very swollen stallions.

With permission secured, Alicia set her mind on filling hundreds upon hundreds of pails with milk. The creamy liquid wonderfully fresh and enriched with a hint of butter, it glistened like thousands of pearls in the afternoon light. Neither equine could help but salivate over the incredible sight as the generously curved wolf led them out of the barn. It was a common courtesy to ensure no damage would be done to the old building, should either horse expand beyond the capacity of their stalls. And that was a guarantee.

"Alright boys, enjoy," Alicia said, drawing her claws along the rich manes perched atop their supple crests.

Pepsi began gulping with glee, emptying the buckets in single drafts. Each gulp pushed his tan stomach that much further downward and out, like a steadily filling water balloon sagging from his spine. Knox wasn't far behind, though he took quicker, smaller swallows to savior the flavor. His steel coat twitched and jiggled under Alicia's ivory paw whenever it swept over his coat, easing the pressure building along his flanks and bulbous rear.

As the heat of the afternoon crept up, the supple lupine sighed, feeling her luxuriously padded belly and breast soak up the sun. Unclasping one corner of her overalls, Alicia leaned into Pepsi's middle, which now hung low and heavy, and rubbed Knox's rounding girth with the curve of her own belly.

"My, you down that quickly, don't you hun'?" Alicia patted Pepsi's soft muzzle approvingly. He only snorted in reply, his harness trembling from the tremendous pressure of his thickened neck and chest. "Let me know if that gets too tight for you," Alicia comfortingly kneaded the tan stallion's side, observing the decreasing presence of the medallion encumbered by his moobs.

On the wolf's other side, Knox whinnied in delight as a resounding SNAP released the quivering mass of his middle and dropped it several inches. Rocked off balance, the bulging Belgian was pulled off his hooves and flopped onto one rounded side. Audible sloshes resonated within his gut, oscillating madly against Alicia, who tried to keep her own balance as the bloated mass of grey horse belly rolled over her feet.

"Don't you go falling heft over hooves for me, dear. I've only unbuttoned a bit of my overalls." Alicia giggled, watching as Knox grunted, trying to reach another pail of milk.

Noting that he was unsuccessful, the kindly canid procured a small length of tubing and offered it to the horse, who accepted it happily. "I'm beginning to see why Momma T was alright with me feeding you two. You're like a couple'a milk vats."

Pepsi nickered in agreement, nosing the nearest cans emphatically and looking put out when he realized he could reach none. Alicia sighed, "You too?" The tan stallion gave her an imploring look, his rounded cheeks framing a pouting muzzle and soft amber eyes that looked enviably to Knox drinking away happily. The grey stallion's gut was reaching shoulder height with Alicia, who sighed in turn and fondled Pepsi's ears.

"One sec, darling." She waited for Knox to finish, the heavy hoss now hiccuping slightly from his inverted consumption. After a brief pause, she arranged the remainder of the buckets and resumed feeding the pair. Her voluptuous figure became increasingly compressed between the two swelling stallions, with Pepsi's barrel rolling outward as it pooled against the ground.

Knox nickered, his stomach pinking from the strain of rich liquid mass sloshing within. Both horses reveled in their mounting middles, sidling generously against Alicia's supple thighs at a glacial rate. They began to resemble cylindrical stallions, with the ample wolf enabling them to prodigious sizes as she herself was squished and inevitably snugged by their encroaching waistlines.

Yawning softly, the supple wolf smirked to both of them, "Hope you two don't mind bein' beds soon. I might just have myself a nap."

Art belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/biglovealicia
Pepsi belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/ramzi