Sundy

As I plodded along I gazed up at the clear blue sky. It was a sunny July Sunday morning and I was out riding Pip along the road. He was a very small pony but quite stocky, when i didn't have my feet in the stirrups I could almost touch the floor! With the sun beating down I wore only a vest top and denim shorts, both far too small for my huge figure. My huge fat feet were crammed into the tiny stirrups and I wore only flip flops. My huge fat legs exploded out of the tiny denim shorts and the tiny vest top did little to hide my giant flabby belly. It hung in rolls over the waistband of my shorts, resting on Pip's withers. Each of Pip's steps made my belly wobble like jelly, my top sliding up revealing more rolls of blubbery fat.
I'd bought Pip a few months ago for my niece, he cost me $300 from a horse sale. Being so small he would have only gone for meat. But he'd been a nightmare and my niece had been unable to ride him as he always tried to throw her off. After my niece moved house, I was left with Pip and no one wanted him. I decided to get on him myself and now take him for a walk a few times a week. It often impressed people when I said I went for a long walk quite a few times a week, even if I didn't mention the part that I was sat on Pip. I'd never ridden before but learnt vaguely that i just had to sit there by searching it on the Internet. You're supposed to give them a kick when you want them to walk on, but it took too much effort so I just give him a tap with my whip to make him walk. The most difficult part is getting on and off him, I have to climb off a block before he tries to run away. As I drag my huge weight onto him he groans and wobbles but soon shuts up when I give him a smack. Pip never messed around with me sat on him, he couldn't buck or throw me off as I was far too heavy.
I enjoyed my rides on Pip, although I usually only walked, I could just sit there and relax. Pip had a tiny saddle which you couldn't see because my fat just rolled over it, covering every inch in flab. I was at least double the width of Pip and people often stared as my rolls of fat jiggled around while Pip puffed underneath me.
On this sunny day I sat there, giving Pip a smack every now and then and working my way through a box of chocolates, two bottles of Fanta and a jumbo bag of crisps. My denim shorts cut into my legs and my giant fat midriff and this was only made worse as I gobbled and drank. I often just threw the rubbish into a hedge. I felt bored and decided to make Pip trot. Giving him a few smacks with the whip he began to speed up, but still wouldn't trot. "Stupid pony!" I growled at him, and gave him some more, harder smacks until he trotted. He groaned as we bounced along, my huge belly and fatty breasts bouncing everywhere. I could feel every part of me jiggling; my flabby arms, huge stomach, saggy breasts, even the fat on my hips and back. My vest top was unable to cover the mass of wobbly fat and had hitched up to just below my large breasts, my giant rolls of fat on my belly on full view. Pip soon collapsed back to walk, unable to do anymore even though I was whipping him the whole time. After an hour of riding we returned home as I'd run out of food. I clambered off onto a block and led Pip into the field. Taking off his saddle and bridle I threw them inside the house and left Pip in the field, covered in sweat. Waddling inside I collapsed on the sofa, exhausted after putting Pip away. I grabbed a bar of chocolate and began to munch my way through it while watching the Jeremy Kyle show.