She knew this was an imagination of hers as she sat in her bathtub, her binoculars staring at Master Duffle’s Chocolate Factory, with its curtains blocking off everything to passersby and spies. But she could imagine what Coco and the rest were doing inside.

She imagined Duffle feeding Fanny until her corpulent body rolled over the chaise, completely covering it in her soft, bountiful flesh. She’d be forced to lie there with Duffle Bag on top of her while other ponies came in, just to witness such a beastly sight. And Fanny wouldn’t care; she’d just be fed more chocolate for the rest of her life, and neither she nor Duffle would object to that.

In the distance, after Coco and the other mares had tried out the gianduia (she had no idea what it looked like, though she guessed it was like a pudding), Black Forest guided her to one of the fountains. It wasn’t the one that she had sucked dry; it was one completely filled to the brim with chocolate, the fountain spraying with more force than a normal fountain would.

Coco watched with fascination at the beauty of the chocolate fountain. Meanwhile, Black Forest waddled behind her and began shoving her rump. Coco tilted forwards slowly, and when she realized what was happening, her muzzle was already submerged into the fountain’s chocolatey depths. On instinct, she began drinking.

Dark and French each took a seat on top of her, one sitting on Coco’s neck, the other on Coco’s rump. They wouldn’t let Coco move; she was beached even while she was able to move, and would remain so for the rest of this dream.

Coco’s eyes were covered by Dark’s brown rump cheeks, but her neck held her up steadily, without trouble. Her tail brushed against French’s large rump, and even between it, eliciting a moan from the white mare. And while Coco was submerged, Black Forest and Finish walked up to her and talked in her ear.

“Supporting each other, no matter how heavy,” Finish whispered.

“And you are about to be really heavy,” Black Forest added.

Finish could already see Coco’s belly beginning to swell. The fat filled up like a balloon, becoming round before pushing itself outwards. It was still soft to the touch, and Finish imagined it would remain so. With Coco’s eyes covered by rump, and her mouth submerged in the chocolate, there was no way to tell how she felt.

“Stay there,” Finish whispered, “and be my sun. You thought Black Forest was big? Just wait until she sees what you will become.”

A small, gurgling moan escaped the waters, and Coco continued drinking. There was no choice for her except to drink and grow. Her belly pushed Black Forest and Finish aside, its girth pressing into her meaty thighs and forelegs. Her rump also grew, less from the force of chocolate pushing against it, and more from chocolate filling it up. It grew as large as French’s, and then as large as Dark’s, and then it grew past that. Those cheeks continued filling out behind her, and she was powerless and will-less to stop it.

Her belly pushed her legs apart as it grew. They bowed out, and then slid on the floor as her belly continued to grow. And then her belly touched the floor, at first bobbing against it, and then crawling inch-by-inch along the wood.

And still, she drank.

“Yes, you glutton,” Finish whispered, her body forced to conform to Coco’s if she wanted to talk in her ear. “Get nice and big and round for me.”

A muffled groan could be heard; surely Coco felt like she had had enough, but would keep on drinking. Even as her belly lifted her hooves off of the ground, she would continue drinking. Even as her rump and flanks would begin sucking in the rest of her legs, she’d continue drinking. Even as her forelegs filled with chocolate and began looking like pillows, and began swallowing up her forehooves, she continued drinking.

She was as tall as Fanny now, and even rounder, even wider, even more impressive. She was now a chocolate-filled pony ball, whose head somehow still remained at a level to drink, and drink, and drink. Finish tried to imagine what Coco must’ve been feeling: an evergrowing tightness and fullness in her stomach, the stretching of her skin and fat, a bubbliness in her rump that constantly built up, the taste of chocolate never leaving her mouth, her brain demanding more, accepting that she was powerless to stop it and she might as well enjoy it.

Coco’s rump knocked down a shelf behind her, and then one on each side of her. They creaked as they were pushed, and then groaned as they fell. Duffle didn’t notice; he was lost in his own expanding world under him. Coco didn’t notice; she was too busy guzzling down more chocolate. Everypony else noticed, and they cheered her on. All except for Finish, who watched silently, her tail raised up.

Coco rolled over a fountain, and crushed it under her girth. The strangest thing happened then: the pipe that had been spouting the chocolate from the top got lodged into her belllybutton, and that too began filling her, making her grow faster.

On top of her, Dark and French made out, their bodies sinking into Coco’s expanding girth. Their rumps and flanks had sunk into Coco’s back, and their bellybuttons followed soon after. They continued kissing as they sank into Coco.

More shelves fell over, and a few columns snapped at Coco’s expanding girth. The motion caused Coco’s body to slosh from side to side, but her head still remained at a position to continue drinking. Now only her hooves stuck out of her body; the rest of her anatomy, save her face and neck, were sucked into her growing mass. Even her neck had thickened up enough to begin merging with the ball that was herself.

Minutes later, Coco covered half of the store. During this time, her hooves had disappeared into her body, and divots formed where her hooves sank into her. Her neck was eradicated, and her face, now tubby, still remained in that positon where she could continue drinking. Her cutie mark was larger than Finish, and grew with every gulp. Her tail remained the sole feature sticking out of her backside, a miniscule detail hanging down only a few feet.

Dark and French were being sucked into divots as well, thought they didn’t mind. Coco’s back was so thick with chocolate, and had such a give, that their large bellies and chests had been sucked in. They clung onto each other through what little reach they had, and it decreased with every gulp.

Finish sank a hoof into Coco, feeling the softness and fullness of the other mare. “Yes,” she whispered. “Keep on going. You shall be larger than the sun itself!”

Columns cracked at a fast pace, and near all of the shelves were toppled over. Fanny and Duffle had been consumed by Coco’s expanding flesh, and Finish and Black Forest were quickly approaching the wall. Coco’s side covered the other wall completely, and her rump just made contact with the front of the store. Coco’s body began edging over the fountain. She could’ve gone completely over it, breaking the endless flow of chocolate.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, she went over it, and her mouth just so happened to get lodged into the pipe within the fountain that spouted all the chocolate. So even though Coco’s body covered the poor fountain, chocolate still flowed. Coco surged forwards with chocolate and fat, and the pipe would ensure that that wouldn’t stop any time soon.

On top of that, Finish noticed that all of the other fountains’ pipes were lodging themselves into Coco’s belly, flanks and rump, pushing their chocolate into her, inflating her even faster. It didn’t make sense, but she was beyond caring at this point.

Coco’s back was quickly approaching the ceiling, and Dark and French would’ve been crushed had they not been sinking into Coco. Now only their heads remained out of Coco’s fat, and they were quickly being sucked in like quicksand. They continued making out anyway, and doing Celestia-knows-what in the privacy of adipose.

Coco’s head pushed into the wall of the back of the factory, shoving her against it until it was completely smushed against it. She had to continue drinking anyway, so her shoulders and chest pushed along with her, surrounding her head completely until they covered the back wall. The factory’s walls began to creak with the strain.

Finish looked to her side, and didn’t see Black Forest anywhere; she must’ve been rolled over by Coco as well. She watched the wall of Coco approaching her with open forelegs. “Come to me, my prize!”

The fat overtook her, and she was squashed. She could still move, so she felt every bit of Coco’s expanding flesh. She couldn’t see it, but Dark and French were now completely sunk into Coco’s body, even as it pressed up against the ceiling.

In an instant, she imagined herself as a bystander, watching the walls of the factory bow out, the windows fill with Coco’s flesh. Creak, creak, creak, and then in an instant the factory exploded, leaving Coco’s body to expand free of its confines. Her body was at the same time spherical and saggy. Dozens of pipes continued pumping her fuller, including the one at her face.

Finish, now un-squashed, walked over to Coco’s face and smiled. “This is a good start,” she whispered to Coco. “Now let’s get you to rival the sun, shall we?”

Coco groaned in agreement as her head sunk into her body, and she became nothing but a ball of chocolate.

“That will be the day,” Finish moaned to herself in her bath.

Author's Note

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Next one coming out the 17th.