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The big horse grunted a bit as he clunked the weights from his latest reps down; even with the size of the machines here, Gareth was still too big for them and had to do free weights. It was still fun watching other patrons work out, though, weights or cardio. Most of the day, he had been watching a weasel guy who seemed very serious with his routine, always checking his fitbit or his muscles and downing two protein bars and most of a shake along the way.

His own routine done now, though, the Clydesdale grabbed his stuff and retreated to the locker room, where he stripped and began his cooldown stretches.

A minute or two later, though, none other than the weasel and opened a locker just a few down from Gareth's own.

"Hey bud, couldn't help but watch ya earlier," Gareth began, "Looking good out there, seems like you've got a strong goal in mind."

"Ah thanks, yeah," the weasel responded before downing the last of his protein shake, "trying to bulk up, the usual, you know."

"Yup, gotta have that protein," the stallion commented, "and plenty of meat in your meals." He stared at the weasel's biceps, and then his six-pack; he was well on his way, and Gareth subtly licked his lips as his pulse quickened, the idea of bulging out those very worthy abs hitting him them. He ventured "ever had horse meat before?", flexing his own arm a bit as advertisement.

The weasel gave him a look that was at first a mix of confused and surprised, but it swiftly transformed into a hungry smirk. "Once, yes, but he was my height and scrawny and fought back. Are you volunteering?"

Gareth stood up, nearly a foot and a half taller than the weasel, and strolled over to the other male with a smile. He raised a hand up and cupped it under the weasel's chin, giving him a friendly rub, before his thumb gently tested the side of the mustelid's lips. It was welcomed readily, poking in between the smaller male's lips with no resistance at all, and Gareth then rotated his wrist to slip the rest of his fingers past the teeth inside. His hand alone nearly filled the weasel's entire mouth; occasionally the horse thought he was too big for people, but from his own experience having living meals, he knew anyone with the confidence currently emanating from the smaller male right now would have no issue following through with an absurdly large meal. The weasel suckled on his hand for a little bit before reaching up to grab the stallion's forearm and start easing it in. As the horse felt his fingers tickle the back of the mustelid's throat, he lifted his other hand and slipped it inside as well, his hands forming a prayer-like wedge as he felt the first swallow.

"Good luck bulking up, bud," he said as he wedged his nose between his elbows, soon feeling the squeeze of the weasel's cheeks as his head, streamlined between his arms, also slipped into the smaller male's gullet.

He couldn't help but give a colt-like whinny as his head slipped down, followed by his shoulders. Feeling someone else's flesh stretched ridiculously taut over his form always thrilled him, and he did his best to help the weasel consuming him by wiggling and worming his huge body down that tight passage as best he could in accordance with each swallow he felt rippling over his torso. His arms emptying into the stomach left them loose; it was always the worst part, temporarily losing that sense of grip on part of his body, but as he felt his hips slip past those teeth, he knew it wouldn't be long before he was all crammed in. He didn't have any leverage of his own anymore, but he felt the weasel toss his head back a few times as he snarfed down Gareth's legs in quick, jerky motions; soon, those lips closed over the Clydesdale's hooves, making him moan a bit as he was fully encased in wet warmth, somewhat soft but also so stretched out to almost be hard and crushing without any extra effort.

Effort was given, though, as several more swallows cleared the weasel's mouth of the bigger male, letting him sigh in blissful satisfaction as his stomach, bigger than the rest of his body, accepted the last of its meal, and he began massaging over the contents inside. He belched, further tightening his stomach's grip on the living mountain of horse meat inside. It was the best meal he had in ages... and would go miles in helping him become as muscular as the male he just ate. He sighed again as that chamber grew noisy, ready to get at all that valuable protein. It would be a while before he could leave the gym today, but that was just fine by him.