It was a normal day as Photo Finish and Coco Pommel walked down the busy Canterlot street, restaurants and food shops flanking them as far as the eye could see. She couldn’t remember why they were there, but it felt nice.

“You really are getting fat,” Finish said.

Coco bowed her head, trying to hide the blush from her employer. “I know. I can’t help it, I just can’t control myself.”

“I see that,” Finish said as she turned back. Coco had walked up to a candy-apple vendor and began popping apple after apple into her mouth. They both watched as Coco's body grew, her belly drooping closer to the floor, her hips billowing outwards, her rump thickening and plumping up. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"No," Coco admitted. An entire cloud's worth of cotton candy disappeared into her maw, rounding her out further. She could still walk normally, though, which surprised both of them.

"You're just going to keep on eating, no matter what?"

Coco tried to say something to the contrary, but found herself slurping up spaghetti from somepony who had brought an entire pot's worth out to her. Her belly squished into her legs, and her rump began knocking into ponies behind her. Was she really that much of a glutton that she needed ponies to come out of their restaurants to feed her?

Finish seemed to think so. "We have important business to attend to, but I do not want to see you go hungry."

"Oomph! Dun'f wurry, Futr Funch, Um good," Coco tried to say as more food was shovelled into her—pizzas, raviolis, penne, rotini and whatever other pasta could be thought up. Coco's stomach hit the ground, and began lifting her up. "Wuh cn stll wrk."

Finish stomped her hoof, waiting for Coco to finish.

Coco, seeing the glare her boss was giving her, resigned herself to her fate and ate up as much as she could. More than pasta joined into the fray: hay burgers, ramen noodles, tacos, soups, stews, salads and more than she could process. Finish watched in fascination as Coco continued to grow. Everypony around her had to climb onto her burgeoning body to reach her mouth.

"You are getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger..."

Coco moaned, her forelegs taking over her hooves, her flanks overlapping her hindhooves. She couldn't even talk, as there was no room in her mouth to form words.

"And bigger and bigger and bigger..."

Her belly touched the sidewalks, and then began overlapping them. Her flanks knocked over several lampposts.

"And bigger and bigger and bigger..."

Her cheeks were comically stuffed, and everypony kept on stuffing her. She was several hands taller than anypony around her, her back level with the roofs of the once-impossibly-large buildings.

"You just can't stop. Can't control yourself."

Coco moaned again, her body pressing against the sides, causing the brickwork to creak. Still, she ate on, finally accepting that this was who she was: a great big pig who couldn't stop eating, who couldn't stop growing.

"You are getting bigger..."

Her back towered over the roofs.

"And bigger..."

Her hooves were gone, and her eyes struggled to stay open against her cheeks.

"And bigger..."

Her rump touched Canterlot Castle.

"And bigger."

The buildings around her shook, trying feebly to stay together.

And through it all, nopony made a comment. Coco needed to be fed, and so she would be. And there was nothing

she

could do

about

her

gluttony.

The buildings crumbled under her, leaving her more room to grow...

and grow...

and grow...

And all the while, Finish was smiling.

She awoke with a start.

"Another dream?" she asked herself. "When will these end?"

She thought back to how her day had gone, and felt that what had happened earlier had exacerbated this particular dream. It was still odd, and it made her head swim.

She walked to the bathroom and regarded herself in the mirror. "What is wrong with me?" she asked herself. "Why can't I control myself anymore?"

Things are changing.

I know.

Too quickly for you to handle.

Maybe... but still...what she said...I feel alright.

And yet you can't control yourself.

I can fix that. I will fix that.

After a drink and a cold splash of water to the face, she returned to bed. "Okay. Let's try this again." She rolled into bed. "I can do this. I just have to go to work tomorrow and pretend that everything is fine. I can do that."

And with that, Coco drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

That is the end of Act I, which I will probably dub "Lust." Act II, which I might call "Desire," will be coming out August 5th (unless something really bad happens). I will be attempting to work on chapters for Act II throughout these three weeks.