Retro Hearts was a big girl, ogleable but not obese, as the exquisite equine’s feminine frame possessed the perfect amount of plush padding to please any onlooker. The lewd layer of accentuating adipose padding her pudgy plot in a chubby cladding, that jiggled enchantingly upon the mare’s filled out form as she went about her business. Retro’s wide hips wriggling slightly with each swaying step, as her waggling gate further agitated her bubbly buttocks in to a tasteful joggle that danced across the derrière in provocative pulses.

The wobbling waves cascading across the beautiful bottom like a delightful dollop of dough, begging to be squeezed with every rustle from the ripe rump. The marbled mare’s supple stature creating gentle gyrations that echoed through the equine’s glutes in response to her alluring gait. The mare’s movements naturally flaunting her flabby flanks, as the pony’s posture naturally teased her tempting truffle of a tooshie with every silky shudder.

Of course, with the pony in possession of such alluring assets, she had been a bit overly ambitious regarding the capacity of this particular pair of pants. The close-fitting modesty mask hugging her haunches with a snug seal that left little to the imagination, as the clinging cotton seemed barely able to contain the well-cushioned cheeks. The crevasse of her curvy crack clearly visible through the thin wrapper, and if the mare were a little thinner the dimple of her ponut and the outline of her camel toe might have been visible through the stilted screen of fabric. The cotton barely containing the rotund rear, but at this point, Retro was committed to her snug choice of style, even as it clung to her clapping caboose with an overly cosy cuddle.

The whole affair a recipe for a wardrobe disaster, as the pony was pushing her luck as she put the stressed pants through their paces. The pudgy posterior punishing the claustrophobic clothing, as Retro was asking more than her monies worth from the borderline failing fashion. The plump plot simply too much for her pants to handle, and all it took was her to bend down in a slinky stretch for everything to go wrong. All it took was the slight shift of Retro’s stance for it all to fall apart, as she pushed the taut trousers past their tolerances with the simple act of attempting to crack her back.

An alarmed look flashing on her face as the sound of thread tearing rang out in a shredding scream. The mare unable to react as in an instant the gluteal gully gushing forth like a breached dam, as her buxom booty exploited the moment of weakness to burst free of its stifling shackles. Her buttery bum buckling the compromised cloth, allowing her bountiful backside to burst forth in a tubby tremble that waned into a wobble as it surged through the strained seams in a mass movement of pliant plot. The pants pulverized in an erotic eruption of ample arse as the mare’s meaty rump ripped its way free of its repressive restraints in a sloppy show of skin.

Retro could only blush as it happened, unable to halt the copious chub spraying forth as a jiggling mass of agitated flesh. The heavyset hindquarters rocking rhythmically in the fresh freedom of the open air, now they were free of the congesting choke of cramped cotton. The embarrassed equine standing still for a second in fear of any indecent aftershocks, before letting out a muttered curse in response to her explosive indecent exposure.

“Fuck….”

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Retro Hearts put on a pair of pants a little to tight for a mare of her stature. It is safe to say mistakes were made....

This wardrobe accident was the result of an art trade between Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ) and Retrohearts (https://derpibooru.org/profiles/RetroHearts) that I put a lemon too. It's not our normal fare, but I am sure most will enjoy such a juicy rump. XD

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