Bigger is Better

by Shamrock95

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Pinkie Pie, Big Macintosh, Random
Length: 2736

Big Mac is enlisted by Pinkie Pie to help her out with testing some chocolate with a very special ingredient.

Big Mac gets a call from Pinkie Pie, asking him to help her out with testing a new chocolate recipe of hers. It turns out to be a big hit with him... an enormous hit, in fact.

Contains: fat stallions, weight gain.

This is where it all began for me.

Published 2017-02-16 19:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-16 19:40:02 UTC

Bigger is Better

Author's Note

I know it's been forever ago since I wrote a fic for you guys, but I just haven't been in the mood for writing lately, to put it plainly. So, I decided to break the drought with this, instead.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the first fanfic I ever wrote, all the way back in 2013. This is where it all began! So... yeah. Enjoy!

Bigger is Better

It was a clear, sunny day in Ponyville, a typical mid-summer afternoon in Equestria. Big Macintosh squinted against the glare of Celestia's sun as he made his way into town.

The stocky farm pony had received a message the previous day from Pinkie Pie, Ponyville's resident party pony, asking him to come over to Sugarcube Corner that afternoon. From what Big Mac could gather from the rambling, excited letter, Pinkie had made some kind of new treat and wanted him to test it -- apparently, she didn't trust her friends to give her a completely honest opinion.

Seeing as he had that particular day free, Big Mac decided it couldn't do any harm to at least see what Pinkie had made. As he trotted through town, he idly wondered why Pinkie hadn't just gone to his sister Applejack if she wanted an honest opinion -- she was the Element of Honesty, after all. But the stallion had learned long ago not to try questioning Pinkie Pie's logic.

Big Mac's train of thought was interrupted as he found himself at the entrance of Sugarcube Corner. Noticing that the door was slightly ajar, he stuck his head in. To his confusion, there didn't seem to be anypony there. The bakery was completely empty.

"Uh... he-" Big Mac began. That was all he had time to get out before a pink blur appeared out of nowhere and nearly sent him flying.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy, Big Mac, you're here you're finally here!" the blur squealed joyously. "You were starting to run late and I thought you might not be coming and that would have been SO awful because I really really really counted on you coming here but now you made it and that's good because you kept your promise and I can finally show you the new treat I've been working so hard on and ohmigosh I should tell you about that new treat I didn't tell you about it did I?"

Pinkie Pie finally paused for breath, before turning to Big Mac with an almost worryingly large grin. "So, you agreed to try my latest creation?"

Big Mac paused for a moment. He wasn't accustomed to this level of... Pinkie-ness. Whatever Pinkie wanted to show him, it must have been important.

"Eeeyup", he replied. "I, uh, guess ah did."

Pinkie let out another eardrum-shattering squeal. "Oh that's great! Now come on, follow me into the kitchen -- I just know you're gonna love what I have to show you! C'mon c'mon c'mon!"

And with that, Pinkie tore off towards the kitchen, leaving a slightly dazed Big Mac to follow her.

Inside the bakery's kitchen, Pinkie was waiting for Big Mac with another almost-inequine grin. Neither of them said anything for a moment.

Big Mac eventually broke the silence. "So... what was it you wanted to show me, Pinkie?"

"This!" Pinkie Pie opened a drawer, rummaged feverishly around for a second, and finally produced a small object, which she held out proudly to Big Mac. "Behold, my thing de resistance!"

Big Mac looked at the object in confusion. It was a chocolate bar, brown and rectangular and slightly melted from being in the drawer for so long. Big Mac liked chocolate as much as the next pony, but he didn't see what Pinkie was getting so excited about.

"Pinkie", he said slowly, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice, "are you saying you dragged me away from the farm just to look at a chocolate bar?"

"Ex-cuse me?" Pinkie snapped, a brief flash of anger appearing in her eyes. "This is not 'just a chocolate bar', mister. This is quite possibly the sweetest, most delicious, most scrummy-yummy-dumptious chocolate bar to ever have been made! I spent weeks working on this, Big Mac! Weeks! In fact, I don't think I've slept since Tuesday..."

Big Mac stifled a laugh. "That good, huh? So, what, d'you want me to taste it?"

"Exactamundo!" Pinkie nodded her head rapidly. "I promise you, this is going to be like nothing you've ever tasted! It'll be awesome. It'll be fantastic. It'll be the most amazing motherb-"

"Okay, Pinkie! Okay!" Big Mac was openly laughing at the pink pony's antics now. "If it makes y'all happy, I'll taste this super-amazing chocolate of yours."

"You will? Great!" Pinkie practically shoved the bar into the red pony's hooves. "C'mon, time's a-wasting!"

Big Mac looked at the bar. He had to admit, he was a bit skeptical -- how good could a chocolate bar be, after all? Shrugging, he raised the bar to his mouth and took a bite.

For a couple of seconds, the stallion was frozen in place, his expression a mix of surprise and delight. Then, Big Mac hurriedly crammed the rest of the bar into his mouth like he was afraid it was going to run away from him. Once it was all in his mouth, he began to make a series of rapturous noises of sufficient gusto to draw a slightly worried look from Pinkie.

"Uh... Mac? You okay? You're starting to, uh, drool a little."

Big Mac paid her no heed, as he continued to savour the chocolate's incredible flavour, his eyes squeezed shut as he continued to whimper ecstatically. The bar was absolutely fantastic -- sweet enough to make your head spin, creamy enough to almost be a liquid, and underneath it all was the taste of the richest, most delicious chocolate Big Mac had ever tasted in his life. The red pony was almost crying with joy, dribbling like a foal trying to feed itself. He couldn't help it. He hadn't known chocolate could be this good. He hadn't known anything could be this good.

Eventually, Big Mac came to his senses, and his cheeks turned a faint pink as he realised what a spectacle he'd made of himself. Wiping a string of chocolaty dribble from his mouth, Mac turned to face Pinkie, who was looking at him with a wry smile.

"You enjoyed that, I take it? I knew you would!"

Big Mac nodded happily. "Pinkie, that was... it was indescribable! What the hay was in that chocolate?"

"That's the secret, my friend!" Pinkie laughed. "One very special ingredient... 'Sabor del Cielo'!"

"Sab... what?"

"Sabor del Cielo!" Pinkie repeated. "It's a special kind of sugar, imported all the way from Neighcaragua. It's supposed to make chocolate like, a billion times more delicious. I guess this means it worked!"

"Eeeyup!" Big Mac agreed.

"Y'know", Pinkie said thoughtfully, "I have a few more of those bars if you'd like some more..."

Big Mac's eyes went wide. "You do?! Here?!"

"Yep! Would you like some m-"

"YES! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" Big Mac screamed, wearing an expression like a crackhead looking for his next fix. Then he calmed down. "Ah, ah mean... yes, I certainly would, Pinkie!"

"Okie-dokie-lokie!" Pinkie said happily. "Why don't you take a seat over there..." she pointed to a couch outside that customers normally sat on while they were waiting for large orders, "...and I'll bring them right out!"

Big Mac nodded, trotted over and sat on the couch. Pinkie darted back into the kitchen, taking just long enough for Big Mac to wonder what was keeping her. When she eventually re-emerged, Mac turned to look at her.

And his jaw dropped.

Pinkie Pie was pushing a trolley carrying a large box, which was packed to the brim with Sabor del Cielo chocolate bars. There was easily a hundred, no, two hundred bars in there! Pinkie set the trolley down next to the gaping stallion. "Is this enough?"

"I... I... wah... hah..." Mac stammered. "Th... that's all for me?"

"Sure!" Pinkie said happily. "Well, aren't you gonna eat them?"

Big Mac did not need a second invitation. He grabbed one of the bars, feverishly unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth. Once again, he was lost in a sea of intense flavourable pleasure, as the magic of the Sabor del Cielo enveloped his mouth. Grinning like a fox in a hen house, Big Mac quickly consumed a second bar. Then a third. Then a fourth.

Around the tenth bar, Big Mac stopped for a moment to catch his breath. There was chocolate smeared all around his mouth, making him look like a messy little colt.

Pinkie laughed. "Wow, Mac. I knew those bars would be good, but I didn't think they'd be that good!"

Big Mac stifled a burp and smiled. He was far from done yet...

At the bottom of the box that Pinkie had brought in along with the chocolate bars, there was a small piece of paper that Pinkie had failed to notice when she was unpacking the Sabor del Cielo. The paper had a message written on it:

"¡CUIDADO! El consumo excesivo de este ingrediente puede provocar aumento de peso permanente. Se aconseja consumir productos con este ingrediente con moderación."

Big Mac had just finished off chocolate bar #47. Savouring the exquisite chocolate, he patted his stomach and let out a small belch. He was starting to get a little full, and a small corner of his mind was telling him that now might be a good time to stop. However, a much larger part of him was saying, "Buck it, this is too tasty to pass up!" Pinkie was watching him with an almost enraptured expression.

Unbeknownst to Big Mac or Pinkie, the red stallion's stomach was slightly increasing in diameter with every bar he wolfed down. The fattening effects of the Sabor del Cielo were starting to make their presence known.

Big Mac turned to look at Pinkie. "Unf... uh, Pinkie? D'you *hic* have something I could *hic* wash these down with?"

"Of course!" Pinkie beamed. Just gimme a second!"

Pinkie raced into the kitchen, and returned with a large bottle of milk. Taking it from her gratefully, Big Mac threw his head back and quaffed the stuff down. The milk combined with the substantial amount of chocolate in Big Mac's belly to create a wonderful, heavy sensation in the stallion's gut.

Big Mac smiled and groaned happily. This was simply the best treat he'd had in ages.

And so it continued, with Big Mac continuously gulping down the Sabor del Cielo bars and washing them down with copious amounts of milk. Pinkie stood by and cheered him on as the pile of bars gradually diminished. She seemed to be having just as much fun as he was!

Eventually, Big Mac reached over for yet another bar and discovered that there were none left. Letting the now empty milk bottle slip from his grasp and crash to the floor, Big Mac slumped back in his seat and let out a long, low moan.

He'd eaten too much. No, that was an understatement. He'd eaten everything, literally. There must have been two hundred bars in the box, and Big Mac had consumed all two hundred of them.

Big Mac's belly had become a round, packed red sphere just about two feet wide, gurgling and sloshing as it struggled to digest the ridiculous amount of chocolate it had been saddled with. The stallion's face, chest and the top of his belly were all stained with chocolate.

Big Mac shut his eyes and swallowed, feeling ready to pop. He moaned again, and shifted slightly. His belly rocked sluggishly, pinning him in place. He was so unbelievably full it almost hurt!

The stallion gasped as he felt something touch his gut, which was extra sensitive from being stretched so tight. He opened his eyes to see Pinkie resting a hoof on his belly and staring at him with wonder.

"Big Mac", she said slowly, "I don't think I've ever seen somepony eat that much in one go before."

Big Mac grunted, before smiling at Pinkie. "Pinkie... that was *urp* some of the most *hic* fun I have ever had in my *glurp* life."

Pinkie grinned back at him. "I'm glad to hear that! You look like you could use a rest now, though."

Big Mac rubbed his belly. "Eeeyup. If it's alright *hic* with you, maybe I'll just rest here for a bit."

"No problemo!" Pinkie said. "Sit there as long as you need!"

"Just a little nap", Big Mac mumbled. "Just... a... little... nap..."

It was late evening and the sun was starting to set when Big Mac woke up with a light head and heavy everything else. Rubbing his eyes blearily, he looked down at himself.

And gasped.

Pinkie came trotting downstairs. "Oh, are you awake, sleepy-head? Boy, you must have been real... tired... after..."

Pinkie tailed off as she joined Mac in trying to comprehend what had happened to him.

Big Mac's stomach had gone from lean and muscular to a huge, soft gut -- from a six-pack to a keg. His belly almost scraped the floor when he stood up. Rolls of fat had appeared all along his back except for near his flanks, where they rounded out into a pair of sizable love handles. Speaking of flanks, they had both rounded out to a massive size, too, along with a pair of thick, tree-trunk thighs. His rump had ballooned in size, each cheek almost as wide as he was tall, quivering slightly with every movement. He had a double chin, forming a soft layer of adipose around his neck, and both of his cheeks had plumped up like a chipmunk's. In short, over the space of a few hours, Big Mac had become Enormous Mac.

After what seemed like an eternity, Big Mac spoke up.

"Pinkie", he said slowly, "do you know what exactly was in that Sabor del Cielo stuff?"

Pinkie shook her head frantically. "No! I swear, I don't know how this happened! I... oh, wait." Pinkie noticed a bit of paper on the ground. "Maybe this will tell us."

Pinkie grabbed the paper, while at the same time pulling a Spaneish-Equestrian dictionary out of hammerspace. For a few seconds, her eyes darted back and forth from the paper to the dictionary. Her eyes slowly grew wider, before she looked back to the obese earth pony before her.

"Um... it looks like if you eat too much Sabor del Cielo at one time, it makes you really fat. And, uh, it also says here that it's... oh no... it's permanent." Pinkie looked devastated. "Oh, Mac, I'm so sorry! I never knew this would happen, I promise! Pinkie promise! And now you're all big and fat and I'm so sorry and oh Celestia you must hate me right now!" Pinkie was on the verge of tears.

But Big Mac wasn't listening. He softly poked his belly with a hoof, watching as it jiggled and quivered before him like a big red pudding. It was weird, but... being this fat didn't feel bad. It didn't feel bad at all.

Big Mac spoke up.

"...I think I'll survive, Pinkie."

"Really?" Pinkie sniffed. "You're not mad?"

"Nnnope." Big Mac smiled reassuringly at her.

Without any warning, Pinkie had Big Mac wrapped in a big hug. "Ohmigosh, thanks, Mac! You're the best! You're... you're really soft..."

Big Mac laughed nervously. "That's... okay, Pinkie." He pulled her off. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd better get home."

He turned and, with some difficulty, waddled to the front door. Just before he left, he turned to Pinkie one last time.

"Thanks for the chocolate, Pinkie. Lemme know if you make some more, won'tcha?"

"Sure thing, Mega Mac!" Pinkie and Big Mac both laughed, before Big Mac finally squeezed out of the front door and into the cool night air.

Once he was outside and alone, Big Mac slapped his rump. He giggled as it wobbled before him.

"Yep", he thought, "I could definitely get used to this."

And with that, Big Mac -- now bigger and better than ever -- turned and waddled his way back home to Sweet Apple Acres.