Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

There was a small shrip! As Charity took her ticket and plonked her rear down in one of the few seats available. She had upped how much she was wearing the suit, hardly taking it off now. Her body had grown more and more accustomed to it, she was beginning to forget what her whale-like shape was normally without it.

Her eyes lazily glanced over the ticket she had taken. Number 26. The board above the doctors door showed 24. Only two ponies ahead of her then, good. She wouldn’t have to wait too long.

What was it that Melody had said last time? That the side effects were becoming more noticable? Well...she wasn’t wrong. As a test last night she had taken the suit off before bed and not worn it all night, when she awoke the next day her body hadn’t shifted from the shape the suit gave it. In a panic, she had immediately put it back on to hide her shape, calling in to take the day off work and waddled her fat flanks straight down to the doctors office.

There was a ping! A rather large pony excited and the next, presumably ticket holder number 25 disappeared through the rather wide door. She continued to sit and glance about the room. A few other ponies waiting their turn to be seen for whatever ails them. The stallions in the room trying to hide their snouts behind a magazine, to get a good stare at her. She sighed. It was getting a little wearisome how many of them stared. She wasn’t the only pony with one of these suits, in fact they had become rather popular recently.

What would she ask the doctor though? She decided it best not to hide her concerns. That would get her nowhere. Just straight out with it, voice what was bothering her. They were a doctor after all - she was sure they had heard worse than her little problem.

Ping!

The board changed to 26 and she watched the pony in the room exit. Her turn, she got up and waddled forward. No chance of her body brushing against anything here, the doctors surgeries were built to take ponies of any size. Even sizes that hadn't yet been reached. Well they had to plan for the future after all.

She entered the room and the door clicked shut behind her. A rather young looking, but pudgy stallion was sat at a vid-screen finishing entering the notes of the previous patient. He turned in his chair to look at the new arrival and raised an eyebrow.

“Good morning Miss…” He turned back to his machine, which was now displaying the current patient notes of the pony in front of him. “...Charity Bell. Well we haven’t seen you for a while. Not according to your records anyhow. You seem to be a picture of health. What can I do for you today?” He finished, smiling as he did so. Charity had taken a seat on the cushion on the floor of the room.

“Well, it’s this suit I’m wearing doctor. I fear I may have ignored the advice of the company and well...look.”

Charity did as she was used to now and stood up, removing the suit, the zippers coming off with ease. The suit was one size fits all, but it had stretched to meet her larger physique than when she purchased it. There was a small amount of shuffling as she pulled it off, her large rear wobbling slightly as she struggled. The doctor seemed totally unphased though, and just watched as she removed the clothing. Eventually it was on the floor next to her as she blushed and rather nervously rubbed the back of her neck with her chubby hoof.

“S-see? I don’t know if you know about these suits but...they alter your body shape to be more desirable. You’re meant to go back to normal immediately after taking it off but...I don’t.” She said, her lips trembling a little as the doctor shuffled his girth off the chair to get a closer look at her.

“Hmmm, yes I do see. Interesting…” He looked for a moment before moving next to her. “I just need to examine you. Don’t be alarmed, I won’t be going anywhere personal but I need to get a proper look at you to diagnose. I may ask you questions.” He said, and waddled his way in front of her, taking his stethoscope and putting it her chest. Charity moved slightly as the cold metal base pressed against her.

“I assume you are eating well and looking after yourself? By your size I’d say you are.” He chuckled. Doctors always made the worst jokes, Charity out of politeness chuckled a little. “Of course.” She replied as the doctor continued his examination.

“Apart from your body retaining this unnatural shape, any other issues recently? Any illness, loss of appetite? Unable to sleep at all?” He continued to question, and Charity felt a hoof prod into her side as he made his way around her. He disappeared from her sight as she stood there while he worked.

“No, not recently. I had a small cold a few weeks back but nothing major. Absolutely no loss of appetite trust me. Or lack of sleep.” She answered as best she could. She felt a hoof glide over her left flank and shuddered slightly. The doctor was keeping up with his work. She felt her rear prodded like her side and pushed slightly. Just as Charity was starting to get distracted by it, it stopped and the doctor re-appeared at her side before speaking.

“Please take a seat on the cushion, I won’t be long but I need to explain something you probably already have an idea about.” He said, and sat his own large frame down back on his seat at his desk before speaking again.

“I have notes here from ponies on other colonies who have experienced the same issue. You are the first case here on Sleipnir however. The company that makes these have been selling them across the empire. They are quite popular.” He paused for a moment. His patient looked puzzled but not distressed. Better carry on with what he was saying. “It is not too late for you yet. If you continue to wear the suit as much as you are, your body will never revert back to its original form after perhaps another one or two months of continuing to wear it the amount you are.”

He watched as Charity’s face fell about 1000 miles south of where it should have been. Clearly not the news she wanted to hear, but he thought it was likely the news she expected.

“I have to stop wearing it?”

“Well...no. But if you don’t, your body will remain that way forever. What they probably didn’t tell you in the store was how it works.” He said, pulling a small diagram up on his monitor for Charity to look at. It displayed a small overview of the suit on a pony. “You see it works by finding the harmony of your bodies shape and altering it. That’s why wearing it for a few hours a day or a little more is harmless. The suit doesn’t have enough time to make that alteration stick. But if you wear it continuously, say for example while sleeping, out etc that harmony it finds will start to become what your body believes is your natural shape.” The diagram flicked off, and he turned his seat to face her.

“If you stop wearing the suit right now, your body will perhaps take a week or two at most to revert back. You can continue to wear it, but only as I and the company have suggested, at short intervals in the day.” Charity watched as he scribbled down his signature on a piece of paper on a clipboard in front of him. A little old fashioned but it worked. He then typed a few lines on his computer screen and pressed a button with a chubby hoof. “I’ve signed you off work for a week. My advice is put that thing in your closet for a week and forget about it, until your natural shape has returned.”

Charity stood up and put the suit over her back to carry it home, turning to leave. “Thank you doctor. I will do that…” she said, her voice trailing off. The doctor shifted forward in his chair slightly. He was obviously not convinced.

“Please miss Charity. I have a multitude of cases here stating exactly what you think will happen if you keep wearing it will happen. You are not an exceptional case. That suit will ruin you and your body. It is not yet completely documented what other side effects there are. Ponies are not naturally meant to be the shape you are now for obvious reasons.” His face stern as he tried to get across the gravity of the situation.

“I understand doctor. Thank you for the advice, I will take it and spend a week recovering at home.”

“Good, now unless you have an actual illness I hope I don’t see you back here with another issue related to that suit. Good day.” He finished, and turned back to his desk to sort out his patient notes.

Charity waddled her way out. Her mind swirled, the warnings were all coming true...but she didn’t want to stop wearing it. The feeling it gave her, her immense body and that absolutely gorgeous shape. For now, she decided to head home and sleep on it.

...But not before slipping the suit back on before she left.