Equestria’s most famous DJ slowly began to sit up in her bed, the motion accompanied by a loud groan from the DJ’s own mouth. Vinyl Scratch didn’t like waking up on the best of days, and yet something about today felt more difficult than all the others that had preceded it. As if there was some great force, or a literal weight that was holding her down onto the bed. Finally in an upright position, the pony gave a snort, shaking her head. Everything was odd about this morning, everything felt off to Vinyl. The memories of last night were a blur, and even now her mind was in a haze. Questions darted in and out of her mental scape. Why did she feel so heavy? What was this...slimey, grimey sensation? Most of all, what was that smell!?

The large mare just huffed, swinging her legs out to the side of the bed, before beginning to move into a standing position. Vinyl’s hooves echo’d loudly through the room when they met the carpet, that also confusing Vinyl, but she just shrugged and made the effort of getting up on two legs. Even this took some effort on her part, and when she was finally standing, the mare just huffed. Now on two hooves, Vinyl began to stretch herself out with a loud groan, feeling the weight of lifting her arms. Vinyl smelled an odor began to gain strength as her arm raised, before she looked at her pits. What was staring back at her were large tufts of dark blue, matted with sweat. The large mare blinked a few times, the oddness of it trying to register in her head, before she just shrugged and let her arms drop to her side.

Vinyl’s arms collided with her sides much sooner than she expected, letting out a wet slapping sound to echo throughout the room. She stood there, silent for a few seconds, a frown on her face. What in the world was off about this morning? She couldn’t place it, but the mare knew that something was different than all the other mornings! Vinyl began to think of it more in depth, reaching up to tap her chin, unable to notice as both her chin and it’s accompanying twin jiggled and wobbled with each and every pat, her face scrunching up in thought, before a suddenly booming noise broke her concentration. It was her stomach, growling out.

Two hands went down and rested on her stomach as if to sooth it, Vinyl looking down for the first time. What stared back at her was not only two breasts, fattened to the size of small sand bags, rested on top of her gut and barely contained by a stretched out tube top, her nipples outright tenting the fabric, but also a beast of a gut, large and expansive, with a deep belly button. This was no pot belly, this was a full on beer gut, which jiggled and grumbled, a steady stream of drool making it’s way down the front. Vinyl smiled a bit to herself, maybe she was just hungry?

Making her way out of the room at a slow pace, every step needing to be a sashay for the best walking, Vinyl made her way into the kitchen of her home. The hefty mare marched her way right up to the fridge, before yanking the door open to gaze in. The sight that rested before her made her frown. It was all protean bars and slim fast and utter nonsense food! She furrowed her brow, beginning to curse whoever she had stocking this fridge, before a sight towards the back caught her eye, and brought a grin upon her lips. A large cake waited for her, tucked neatly away and hidden, but now it was in her sights. Without another moment of hesitation, Vinyl reached within and plucked out the cake, snickering to herself as she made her way back over to the counter of her kitchen, sitting on one of the stools and setting the cake upon the counter.

There was a loud groaning sound, before suddenly Vinyl yelped, the old wooden stool shattering under her butt, and scattering around, the large mare landing onto her rump with a thud. Vinyl grumbled slightly, glaring at the chair and rubbing her slightly bruised derriere, before she went through the effort of getting back onto her hooves. Kicking away the splitters of the old stool, Vinyl tugged two stools together, before sitting her rear down. The mare released a pleased sigh, one stool for each cheek. The adipose oozed over the sides of the stools, her fat ass and hips much more grandiose than the average pony, thighs wrapped in layers of meat, yet Vinyl didn’t care. Her stomach growled, eyes zeroing in on the cake before her, as she began to drool even more heavily.

The decadent DJ dove into the delicious dessert, not even caring for silverware or table manners. She knew only one thing, that she hungered, and this was the key to sating that hunger. The mighty mare tore into the cake with her hands, shoving large handfuls into her awaiting gullet, getting frosting and cake bread all onto not only her front and chest, but also onto the counter. Vinyl Scratch made short work of the cake, before leaning back and giving her gut a happy pat. There was a rumble, before she suddenly grunted, and out of her ass, she unleashed a torrent of hot, rushing, dark blue gas, the colorful toxins blooming from her rear and racing over the floor, those fat ass cheeks slapping together. Vinyl Scratch released a sound of content, before her phone began to vibrant in her cleavage. The mare huffed, before plucking it out to see who had disturbed her morning routine.

The lock screen of the phone was Vinyl Scratch, lithe as a twig, well groomed and maintained despite being a party gal, hugging onto an equally thin Octavia Melody, even more refined than Vinyl! Vinyl blinked a few times, finding it quite odd, before opening her phone. What greeted her then, was a text message and a picture. It was a picture of Vinyl, but she was an utter lardball. Fat enough to begin scraping at the category of obese, stuffed into a tube top and some hot pants, covered in sweat, tufts of blue hair poking out from under her arms and out of her waistband, a mighty bulge in her crotch that was not there before. Vinyl grinned at the sight, slowly licking her lips at the vastly improved image. First, she glanced to the sender. It was Pinkie Pie, of all Ponies….then, she scrolled down to read the text.

“You’re welcome for the makeover. New party tonight, bring Octavia for some real fun!” Vinyl found herself grinning wider and wider as she read those words, the delight of last night’s party becoming more and more clear in her mind. She idly licked at her sausage fingers, while grinning to herself. Oh yeah, tonight was going to be one hell of a party.

Author's Note

Let's kick off my time on FiMfiction with a short one shot!