The Experiment

Chapter 3:

Rarity had been warned of Spike's new diet by Twilight, so she had laid out a banquet of her finest gems, being the element of generosity. Nothing could have prepared her though, for the sight that met her eyes when she opened the door to her boutique. "Spike! *gulp* My you look fine today! Come right in!" She led him into the dining room, were she had one spindly chair awaiting her. The same style chair braced itself for Spike's weight. Before Spike entered the room, Rarity quickly levitated a thicker, sturdier chair over to the table and switched them out. Spike waddled into the room, and his jaw dropped, causing his chubby cheeks to wobble. "Rarity... You did this for me?!?" He stammered. He quickly hopped into the sturdy chair, which creaked under his weight. He then started to eat. Rarity watched, somewhat disgusted, before beginning her brunch of a small salad and a blueberry muffin. Spike had cleared every sign that there were any gems in the room before Rarity even finished her muffin. Every platter was licked clean, every shard lapped up. Spike was passed out on top of the remnants of the chair, his packed tight stomach gurgling as it attempted to digest the feast. Rarity forced herself to watch as the spell activated and slowly started pumping gallons of quivering fat onto Spike's body. First his stomach plumped a foot or so, then his chest a few inches, and that double chin finally came in, bringing another with it. His arms thickened, and his fingers too, whilst his legs became even more squishy. Finally, Spike's digestive system slowed down and Rarity was able to levitate him over to her fainting couch. The couch legs collapsed under his weight and some flab hung over the edge, but other than that it was fine.

Spike awoke on Rarity's fainting couch, his stomach growling. He rolled off the couch, but luckily his jelly cushioned his fall. His button down shirt was ripped open, revealing his enormous belly. His pants were also ripped down the back and the waistband was demolished. He discarded what was left of his suit (he usually walked around naked anyway, except for special occasions) and made his way out the door to Apple Buck Acres.