Sleipnir Colony - A Short Story Collection

Oh good, they were staring. He was hoping they would.

It was Monday, but a rather special Monday for Red Roller. After purchasing his pad and being very, very good as the salespony had said and sticking to his size he couldn’t keep being good any longer.

Not only had there been a nice payoff reward for his actions, but a short time off work as well. Even though some of it had been used waiting for his grav-pad to arrive he had put the rest of it to very good use indeed.

He gorged.

In fact, gorging himself was probably the understatement of the year. The pad was delivered, he had parked his tush on it and immediately headed out of his house getting used to it as he went. He was glad he had chosen the largest model with a few extras, the rear portion he had his flanks against was incredibly soft. The item itself was a marvel, he’d never need to waddle again.

The days that had followed he had eaten, eaten and done nothing but eat. A new fast food joint every day and his goal was to sample every single item on the menu at least once (and in some cases, multiple times if he found it particularly to his palette).

Blubber king, The Trough, Lupin’s Lair of Lard, Equestrian Delights. All of them he had visited and eaten at, packing on pound after pound of glorious fat. He could feel every day and every meal his size had increased. Roller was one to keep tabs and he weighed himself every day once he finally made it home, late into the evening. His new pad model was so advanced it had a feature installed to keep track of his weight.

Day one, 2370ibs. Day two, 2423ibs, Day three, 2487ibs. By day four which was his last day off he had gone all out. Multiple meals at Blubber King as he dined on the most juicy and fattening burgers in the colony. A few hooffulls of fries and milkshakes didn’t go amiss either. It had been hours and hours of eating, drone after drone dropping off hearty meals to his table for him to instantly push down his maw.

That night he had gone home feeling overly stuffed, he could tell he had pushed beyond Foundy’s weight. He knew she weighed 2500ibs and kept to that size. He made his way inside and looked at the heads up display for the grav-pad.

Current supported weight: 2611ibs. You have a maximum threshold of 10,000ibs before requiring an upgrade of: MODEL NOT YET AVAILABLE.

He was alone, but he couldn’t help give a small “Yessss!” as a cheer emanated from his lips. He could go back to work the next day knowing he was now the largest, fattest pony on the construction site. He couldn’t wait to see how his boss would react.

And now the day was here, piloting himself towards her foremare’s office Red Roller parked himself outside. She was expecting him back, and as he predicted within a few moments the door opened and the mare waddled her way out. Her eyes widened slightly as she observed her formerly self mobile site manager in front of her.

“Well I see you didn’t waste any time putting the money to use.” She said with a smile, moving a little closer to him. It was a rather nice pad he had purchased, she had to admit. Silently hovering and remaining still as the pony on top of it blushed. He wasn’t quite fat enough for his face to have been swallowed up by his neck, yet anyhow.

“Well I’m back and ready for duty Foundy.” He replied, but his boss was still taking him in. Eventually she came a little closer still and stood at his side. She reached up and prodded a hoof into his rear right cheek which jiggled slightly as she did so.

“You know the bigger you get the more that fat rear of yours is going to expand. You’re bigger than me now and I don’t see that reverting any time soon.” She saw him blush even more as she gave his bigger body another prod. “You like this don’t you?”

“...Maybe a little.”

Foundy raised an eyebrow, he knew she wasn’t buying it.

“Okay a lot. But I had an opportunity. You would have done the same, right?” His blush got worse as he tried to explain himself but it was no good. He just had to come out with it. “Fine, look you know most of my weight goes back there. I’m just trying to see how much of it will before other parts start filling out.”

His boss snorted. “Hah! Oh really? Well before you left they looked like two small boulders. They’re well on the way to mountain status.” The mare gave them a final prod before returning to his front. “And it looks like the rest of your workers have noticed as well.”

She wasn’t wrong, most of the site had downed tools to look at their blubbery site manager make his return. They weren't expecting him to have come back with quite so much extra weight or likely on a pad.

“I hope this doesn’t impede the ability for you to do your job. I doubt you can throw that rump of yours under any more collapsing houses now.”

“Well...I’m here to make sure they don’t do that in the first place.”

“Yes quite, now we better get back to it. I’m heading back inside anyhow to do yet more paperwork.” She said with a sigh. “You go make yourself useful. There is a shipment expected shortly of building materials. Get your guys and make sure it’s here and unpacked ready to go into the build.”

“Of course. Well um...I don’t think getting hold of them will be an issue, they’re right here.”

Three of his team had appeared at his side, as if by magic. Roller hadn’t even heard them trot and waddle up beside him, just catching them at a glimpse out the corner of his eye. He spun his pad around. “Lead on fellas, lets get this sorted then.”

As some walked and one glided, he started getting questions. “So boss, how much of your bodyweight is your flank then? Half? Two thirds?” A younger pony by the name of Concrete Mix asked. A stallion like him and slowly putting on the pounds.

“You know I’m not sure, and I still don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse…” He started to become lost in his thoughts rather quickly. The mind being set on size always did that to him. “I suppose a blessing. It doesn’t hurt to have a rather large rear you know. A lot of ponies like that.”

“Boss.”

“In fact some ponies even prefer that…”

“Boss?”

Roller carried on, a little annoyed that suddenly his staff were trying to interrupt him. “In fact I met a rather nice mare at Blubber King, lovely lardy thing who said…”

“BOSS!” Concrete Mix tried to shout, but it came rather too late as there was a rather sharp CLANG as Roller piloted his pad directly into the side of a crane support leg. He had completely taken his eyes off his path and gotten immediately wrapped up in the question.

The crane creaked...and groaned. Roller’s eyes widened in terror as he did his best to pilot himself backwards, the ponies with him waddling their fat hooves as fast as they could to escape what looked like was going to be a falling crane. The moment of panic passed quickly however, as Roller observed the damage.

His pad was unscathed, they were built to last. The crane had a small dent in the supporting leg. Thankfully nothing was loaded onto it, and nopony was using it. It was simply parked and ready for an operation. Roller couldn’t believe he had been back on site less than five minutes and already caused an issue. Thinking quickly he turned to his staff.

“Hire crane right?”

“Yes boss.”

“Hired from a few blocks away at Cavernous Contracting?”

“Yes boss.”

“Arrive today?”

“...Yes boss.”

“Take it back right now and tell them it was delivered to us with a faulty supporting leg. They need to replace it.” Roller said, one of the thinner ponies on his team getting in and starting it up in preparation to return it. “If Foundy finds out we wrecked a crane this quickly there will be hell to pay, and I’m not paying it. You can bet my fat rump I ain’t.” He said. “A small mishap, not to worry. The crane will get replaced and we can carry on our day. Now you were asking me how much of my body my rear took in weight? Well…”

Roller carried on talking to his crew. He had been back five minutes and already done damage. He had to be more careful. Hopefully this was the only mishap of the day, but his mind couldn’t help but think what more might come. For now, he had a job to do.