I sat up in my bed, several full bowls of various snacks resting near my bloated body. Another month had passed, and I was shy five pounds of my goal weight. I needed five more, blissful, jiggly pounds, then I could join the others.

Another month, and fifteen more pounds packed onto my frame, I jiggled everywhere. I was nothing in comparison to the others, and certainly not in the same league as Queen Luna, but I was slowly inching my way towards obesity, and I was excited to get there.

I was so happy. Lazing around, eating all of the foods I thought I'd never experience again. The only drawback was the loneliness, but even that wasn't so bad because of Kit and the other assistants.

My stomach growled loudly, exclaiming its hunger. I patted it gently, and began to eat the chocolate in the closest bowl to me. This is going to be so much fun.

Soon enough, the bowls were empty, and my stomach was bloated and full, pressing hard against my softer thighs. It hurt, but it was a pleasant pain I'd quickly grown accustomed to, and even looked forward, to feeling.

Drinking the potion Kit left me, after telling me to use it when I was stuffed beyond capacity, I was filled with warmth. Setting the phial down, my stomach stopped hurting, and I could feel the massive amount of calories I'd just consumed turn to fat.

My stomach grew, and I just felt softer. I giggled, and poked my newly empty belly. It grumbled, and growled hungrily. Feeling hungry made me look at the clock: dinner was only a few minutes away. I could wait.

My flabby belly growled, demanding to be fed. I stroked it gently. Soon.

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The next day, I was weighed again, and I'd made it. I'd gained a further six pounds. I couldn't help but hug Kit after she'd put away the tape measure, then pulled away when I realized what I'd done.

Kit giggled, “It's alright! I don't blame you. C'mon, let's go introduce you to some of the others.”

I followed Kit into the main area, where I had seen glimpses of everypony before. There were so many ponies, of all tribes, colours, and weights.

There was one golden, unicorn stallion, with a white mane and tail, bloated to near immobility. His breath was wheezing in and out of his lungs, as he read a book floated in front of him, held aloft by his magic.

Kit cleared her throat, and the unicorn looked up, “Oh, hello Kit. Is this the new mare?”

“Yes. Sea Shores, this is Marjoram. He's been here the longest out of everypony.”

“Luna likes to keep me around, just to watch my ever-widening waistline,” Marjoram replied dryly, “Partly because of my intellect.”
“Partly because of a magical accident that has made it so he can get as fat as he wants without having any health problems whatsoever,” Kit giggled, “Queen Luna wants to see how big she can get him.”

Sea Shores nodded, “I can see why. It must be a useful talent!”

Marjoram shrugged, sending waves of fat rippling down his sides, “Eh. It's pretty useful, I suppose. I enjoy the fact I'll get bigger than most ponies, except probably Luna herself.”

Kit rolled her eyes, “Oh, we bow to the humble. Really we do.”

Marjoram smirked, “Right. Go on, I'll still be here when you're done introducing her to some of the others,” with that, he opened his book again and began to read.

Kit shook her head, “Don't worry. You'll used to him. C'mon, you can talk to him later if you'd like.”

I nodded, and followed. In the ensuing minutes, I met more ponies than I could ever hope to remember the names of. Some were just a little bigger than me, though most had to be at least three-hundred or more. A few, like Marjoram, were immobile or so close to it, it didn't matter.

After my little tour, Kit sat me down on a pile of cushions, and brought me lots of food. I couldn't be more thankful, as I wasn't used to all the exercise anymore. Only two months in, and I can barely walk around the room. I wonder how much bigger I'll get by next month?

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Several months later…

I heaved my bulk to the bath, sinking into the hot water thankfully. While I floated in the deep bath, as I was too fat to sink very much, pegasus ponies began to scrub me down, cleaning in between my reachable folds, and massaging my ever-expanding flesh.

Later today, the fattening ponies and I would celebrate me hitting the two-hundred and fifty pound mark. My stomach reached my knees, and my Cutie Mark was swollen to twice its size, my flanks sagging down, creating a crease where my butt met my hind legs. My neck had developed into a second chin, and my chest was so flabby, I often lost crumbs down there.

Despite the fact it was harder and harder to move around, and staying cool was a problem I was facing all the time, I was enjoying my expanding waistline. It was so comforting, squishy, and warm. Everypony, from the assistants to my fellow fat ponies, were always willing to cheer me on. I'd gained so much more than when I was on my own, making my weight skyrocket.

When the ponies were done with my back, I hauled myself out of the bath, and allowed the wash-ponies to suspend me in the air, on a table, where they rolled me to one side, then the other, so they could finish washing me. All of this was done to ensure I used up as few calories as possible, even at such a 'small' weight.

At first it had been unsettling, but now it was normal. When the wash-ponies were done, they sent me off to the spa, where I would be hoof-fed treats while my skin was massaged with oils and lotions. Then, my mane and tail would be looked after, then my hooves.

I basked in the attention, chatting amicably with the ponies who worked so hard to make my life so enjoyable, slowly ensuring my weight would climb up every day.

Author's Note

If you noticed, yes the Marjoram featured here is Marjoram from my other story Marjoram. And no, its not a WG fic, but I figured I'd feature him here, because he's an asshole and deserves to be fattened with everypony else.