>Be the husbando of Rarara.
>It's been a very busy week, relax with waifu
>She's fat
>She's laying in bed, you rest astride her
>She's propped up on pillows
>Her legs are spread to make way for her big belly
>Her jiggly rump forms a cushion beneath her, the width of three standard ponybutts.
>Her mane is frazzled, her eyes forced into a squint by her chubby cheeks
>Her neck is enveloped in a thick roll
>She moans softly as you feed her a chocolate covered strawberry
>She's rubbing her belly (as much as she can reach) with her fat forelegs, each looking like a puffy tube of fat
>Her face is stained with chocolate as you feed her the last treat, your now free hands moving to rub her tummy.
"Gently, please!" she coos.
>Minutes later, she tries to get up.
>She rocks back and forth, trying to right herself.
>You give her a hand, you hands finding purchase on her roll covered back, and you give her a shove.
>She jiggles madly as she falls to her hooves, her legs nearly collapsing under the weight.
>Her gut is nearly touching the ground.
>She waddles a few steps, before looking over her fat shoulder.
>Her gaze is seductive.
"I feel to be direly in need of a bath."
>She dramatically put's a hoof to her head, tilting her fat face back
"If only some handsome stallion were to scrub every inch of my fabulously immense girth! Every fold and roll must be cleaned!"
>You grinned, as you rose to your feet
>You quickly made to follow your waddling horsewaifu, slapping her immense backside as you passed. She moaned as it jiggled and wobbled.
>"Bath" time with fat horse was best time
