Wildcard shuddered and his eyes flashed a faint blue for a moment. Rather ominous, but thanks to where he was Midnight wasn't able to notice. "Midnight Blossom, keep talking like that and I'll make you into more than an assistant."

The stallion swallowed, and hoped that his poorly chosen words wouldn't put her off. His whole scam hinged on him convincing her there was nothing sexual to his interest, but that plan was quickly imploding in on itself with her constant flirting. The entire reason he had kidnapped her was, of course, his adoration for fat mares.

Take a fat mare, immobilize her, and then you have both a source of love, and something to love. He began to worry however, clearly not having thought this plan all the way through. What if she ended up hating him? He couldn't keep himself disguised indefinitely, and she was going to realize something was up when they arrived at his home- which was definitely not the Crystal Empire.

"Unf, omf, so what, like a partner?" Midnight lifted her head from her last victim, the label said it was something called a snozzberry pie but as far as she could tell it was entirely made out of sugar and lard, her cheeks bulging with unswallowed food before they compressed and a resounding gulp could be heard through the van. "Valiant Midnight Bakeries sort of thing? Or did you have something else in mind?" She tried to inject as much sultriness into her voice as possible, before another belch rippled its way up her throat and out of her mouth. Leaving her flab to jiggle and shake against the metal floor.

"Just me and you in private... feeding sessions? Your hooves all over my stomach? Creamy éclairs filling me up?"

Midnight nearly killed them both as, distracted by the images her words conjured in his mind, Wildcard nearly drove them into a tree. Granted, there wa a chance she was fat enough she'd survive just about anything.

"... Midnight are you trying to flirt with me? I never expected that out of you," he soon added, "You really are something special."

Too special, apparently, as the engine bay of the van gave out one last shrieking, groaning rattle, before smoke started to rise from under the hood. Clearly this old beater wasn't quite up to the task of hauling Midnight's fat ass across the country, and soon enough it slowed and halted at the side of the road.

Wildcard swore something unintelligible, but at least they weren't far from one of the motels on the outskirts of Appleloosa.

"Well you did it," Wildcard whined, frustrated as much as turned on, "You're too damn fat for that poor 100 horsepower engine."

Midnight paused in her feasting as she looked up the back of the seats, a mix of smug satisfaction and worry on her face.

"I hope you're not planning on camping out here in the middle of nowhere until somepony comes out to find us? Not unless you have a circus tent packed away somewhere?"

Wildcard threw open the side door and stepped out. The morning was rather brisk, not as hot as it tended to get this far south, and it felt like a storm was coming. The enormous storm clouds on the horizon were proper evidence of that.

"No, I'll get us a room at the place up the road, I hope you're up for walking a few blocks," Wildcard spoke, as he threw open the rear doors of the van.

He gazed at her lovingly, looking down at that fat grey mare with a smile on his face. She really was starting to grow on him beyond what he had imagined.

"Not like I have much of a choice, is it?" She smirked back up at him before waggling one of her back hooves, the tree trunk of a leg it was attached to wobbling like jelly as she slowly pulled herself backwards out of the bed of the van. The van's suspension screaming as she first eased one rear leg out, then the other, emphasising each wiggle and jiggle as she slowly, and haltingly, shifted inches at a time, until with a final pendulous sway of her jello like ass she pulled her forelegs out of the van. Her belly thumping against the ground while the poor exhausted old clunker almost leapt into the sky as it was released of its burden.

Looking around at backwards town, a crowd of ponies staring at her bloated and adipose riddled form as she huffed and wheezed. "So where's that place you, you were talking about?"

Wildcard gestured down the road in the other direction at a low end motel. It didn't look terrible, per se, but it was clearly not the sort of place that you'd want to spend more than a night or two, and not one that expected you to for that matter.

The sound of thunder gently rolled acr- no, that was Midnight's stomach, and Wildcard turned to her with a slight blush on his disguised face as the well built and taller stallion's eyes panned over her 'curvy' form.

"Hungry, or sick? You've been stuffing yourself like a turkey since we started out," he asked, honestly curious as to what that noise meant.

He wasn’t the only one gazing at her, of course, and plenty of townsfolk were noisily commenting on how she looked like a stunted cow.

Midnight simply raised one eyebrow at him before answering. "Hungry, as if you had to ask." Her ears perked up at the sounds of the locals muttering around her and she was able to make out several of the shocked exclamations.

"Celestia, is that a pony?"; “She looks like a she ate a buffalo."; "Is that noise her stomach?"

"And I've always had a problem with ponies who talk behind other pony’s backs." She licked her lips at 'Valiant' before continuing "So what do you say to showing this town how a real mare eats before we check in? I'm famished."

Wildcard glanced around, worried his scam might be revealed, but Midnight hadn't noticed or cared that she was about a thousand kilometers south of where he said he was taking her so... damn, either she just didn't care or hadn't realized it yet.

"Fine, Midnight, but there's a storm coming..." Wildcard spoke, and looked past her towards town. "I suppose we can get lunch in," he added, and poked her fat chest as he stepped past her.

"Sounds good to me." She started to waddle after him her gut leaving a trail of sweat in the dust as she moved forwards. "Keep an eye out for a buffet, or a Hayburgers, either’s good."

Wildcard led her close, and while there weren't too many ponies out with a storm coming there were still enough for the piggish mare to draw a crowd. They gawked at her like she was part of the circus coming through town, openly staring and loudly muttering.

She had the odd effect of, more than once, causing ponies to put their snacks away or otherwise stop themselves from eating. Midnight was a waddling testament to the perils of obesity, and was already wheezing once the pair and their morbidly curious entourage entered the town proper.

"There's a griffon buffet but it only serves meat, other than that… there's a hayburger joint on the other other end of town."

Midnight's cheeks dimpled as she smiled at Wildcard her fangs glinting in the dim sunlight. "You think these are only for show, Val?" Another murmur shot through the crowd that had been gradually building around them, this one far more disgusted than the previous ones.

Wildcard briefly thought that might be part of his connection he was feeling. Midnight was a bat pony- rare and sometimes ostracized. Not to the extent of the "literally enemies of the state" changelings, but to some degree.

Combined with her obesity it meant she had no doubt spent nearly her entire life being spoken of behind her fat rear end.

"Then it's settled, we'll see how much meat you can stuff in you."

Thankfully for Midnight's almost nonexistent endurance, the griffon buffet wasn't far- and damn was it obvious. The two bull’s heads by the door and the lawfully required warning that this was a meat eating establishment made it almost as obvious as the fact the sign out front labelled this joint as the “Stuck Pig”.

A name Midnight was close to obliging as she followed Valiant through the doors, her blubbery form almost getting wedged in the door frame, before she managed to pull herself through. Flab wobbling and jiggling as she stumbled forwards.

The few customers that were in the buffet, mostly griffons although one or two bat ponies were sat in the shadier corners, all turned to stare at the morbidly obese bat pony as she lumbered along behind Wildcard over to a booth next to a window that overlooked the town’s main street, her stomach grumbling and groaning as the smell of cooked meat wafted through the building.

"You think I'm going to get back out those doors, or do you think they have a delivery bay out back?"

Wildcard shuddered, "It's not polite to tease in public," he spoke simply, as his eyes swept over her obese body. Her stomach was actually pressed against the table and her flanks oozed out across the booth seat that was sized for three ponies to sit comfortable side by side. Goddamn, what a fat useless sack of…

The servers seemed hesitant to approach the table, and Wildcard could’ve sworn he saw them start to pick straws before they approached, but eventually a female griffon pushed past the huddled group and stepped up to the pairs table, notepad in claw. "You'd think they've never seen a fat mare before- but nevermind them. Whatever you want, honey, I'll bring it to you, your health ain't my problem, just your appetite."

"Do you, do you have a menu?" Midnight was wheezing as the table pressed into her gut and squeezed against her lungs. Each shallow panting breath making her jiggle against the wooden surface. The griffoness only nodded in assent. "Then I'll take one of everything for starters."

The griffoness giggled, "Mare you ain’t the first to ask for that, but you're the first I've seen with a body that might be able to handle it," she spoke, and it's once again not clear if she was being derisive or just matter of fact about things.

She then turned her attention to Wildcard, "Let me guess- nothing for you?" she teased, and with a very strong tug yanked him out of his seat across from Midnight, pulled the table forward to give her some more space, and threw him against Midnight on the other side. "At least give your mare some space."

Which, as she turned away and left them for the moment, left him- for the first time- touching her. His body sunk into her fat, and one of his forehooves had ended up atop her belly. For the moment he was silent.

Midnight let out a gasp as the table was pushed away, the pressure against her gut disappearing, only for her stomach to burble and rumble thunderously as 'Valiant' was shoved against her side. The flab the unicorn was sunk into rippling against him as another stentorian belch left Midnight's lips.

She could almost feel him sinking further into as they waited for the griffoness to return with Midnight's food.

"You sure you don't want something, Val. I'm sure you'd like fatty meat." She lazily shifted her forehooves onto the tabletop, a thin layer of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth as the smell of cooking meats assaulted her nostrils. "Especially when it's done well, it's so soft and juicy, and I could eat it all day."

Spotting a turn to hopefully equalize the level of teasing, Wildcard slapped his hoof to Midnight's perpetually swollen and overfed middle before he spoke, "I've got all the fat meat I need right here, Midnight, and I could never eat when there's a hungry mare that needs it more than me..." He spoke, loud enough that he could be well heard before he squished his hoof into her fat more.

He leaned into her ear, whispering softly. "Not that you need it, do you? You're fat enough you could fast for a month without starving, Pignight."

The level of disgust in the room was profuse enough that the few ponies had left, and the griffons—being carnivorous by nature—looked at Midnight the same way one might look at a hyper-obese pig. Appetizing enough to eat, but disgusting to look at.

"Oh but I do need it, look at me." Midnight pressed a hoof against her forehead dramatically, the flab around her fetlock squishing out as she pretended to swoon. "I'd waste away in a day if I didn't get anything to eat."

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, her movement had sent more of her weight pressing against 'Valiant', the unicorn's side half buried in the cascade of grumbling stomach and jiggling fat as her stomach started to rumble again, louder than before.

"Can't you hear just how starving I am. I don't think I'll be able to survive until our meal gets here."

Almost as if to spite her the server returned at that exact moment, a tray almost the size of the entire table top balanced on her back. "Everything on the money, honey, is one rack of ribs, one whole ham, one extra large steak, and one dessert cake. I won't bother a mare of your... appetite with the smaller stuff," the server spoke, almost smugly, as she looked down her beak at the two of them, before carefully shuffling her burden onto the table.

The first thing that became apparent was the lack of any cutlery, "If you get sick, just do it outside."

They were once again left alone, and Wildcard leaned on Midnight's soft shoulder. Green magic broke off a chunk of meat and stuffed it into her face to get her started, "Mmm, ever had a stallion like me with you before?"

"Once," Midnight mumbled around the first chunk of meat before swallowing it. "Some of the colts at my school thought it'd be funny to pool all their bits together and see how much I could eat. Probably wanting to see me hurl or some horse apples like that" Another chunk of meat, this time from the pepper garnished steak floated up to her mouth where she almost lunged at it with a feral intensity, her jaws snapping it out of the air before she swallowed the entire thing without chewing.

"Joke was on them, they lost their bits, I got a free buffet, and that was the first time I got stuck in a door." One of her hooves patted her stomach, sinking in several inches.

"Midnight Blossom you vixen," Wildcard spoke, his tone matching hers- her playful and flirty nature was incredibly appealing. "I bet you just went home and ate more."

He continued to feed her, keeping his pace reasonable but quick, and the mare found herself well fed with that succulent meat. Griffons were well known to be good at cooking meat, naturally, and the rare few spots you could get it were always making a good profit.

Well, for the days that a massively obese bat pony wasn't putting everyone off. Ponies questioned her sanity, how could anypony get that fat and be happy about it? For that matter, what the hell was wrong with Valiant to enable her like this? Both of them were disgusting to the ponies and griffons watching, their relationship strange and abhorrent; and their server didn't give two shits as the second gargantuan platter was put down. The plate holding a ham the size of a smaller pony's midsection.

"Storm’s coming, we're closed in an hour and a half, so you better eat fast."

"No problem, you just keep everything coming." Midnight spoke to the griffoness who had already turned back to the kitchen, before she returned her attention to the unicorn and fixed him with the most intense stare she could muster through her puffed up cheeks.

"And you, Val, why don't you put more than your horn to use. I bet you can't wait to sink your hooves into me, to feel all of this, urp, belly squish and wobble underneath you." The ham floated up to Midnight's mouth suspended by 'Valiant''s green magic, only for her to tear a chunk out of it. Butter and grease dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she chewed. "Why don't we give those ponies outside a show?"

"Gladly," Wildcard responded, and Midnight... well, he doubted she had been force fed before, but she was experiencing it now. Meat was torn away from the ham or the rack of ribs, stuffed into her face, and then pushed down her throat with more meat. She didn't have to do anything, not move, or chew, or even really swallow as food was just forced into her obese body.

"God I hope you can still move when we're done," he commented, but upon a casual estimation... this was all probably 10-15% of her mass in food, so she would probably retain some sluggish sense of mobility.

Although... If she kept this up it would only be a matter of weeks, maybe a month total, before she lost her mobility to sheer obesity.

At that thought he just bit his lip and fed her harder, clenching his rear legs together to keep his arousal hidden from their audience.

Midnight for her part just moaned as ‘Valiant’ shoved the succulent food down her throat. The flavours of ham, steak, ribs, sausages, burgers, fish, of everything, mixing on her tongue in an unending parade of hedonism.

Each mouthful caused her stomach to bloat just a little further, her hooves to sink into her gut just a little less, that ever present hunger to abate just a little more. The unicorn's horn glowing fervently as she moaned rapturously underneath him, and the watching ponies turned away, their faces green, and their stomachs churning with bile.

Although as with everything, it had to come to an end, and the final plate clattered to to table, devoid of its prize which was now inside the obscenely obese mare’s churning gut. The sound of Midnight's stomach groaning under the sheer mass of food it had been forced to consume was almost indistinguishable from the creaking of the booth seat or the torturous noises coming from the table which was being crushed between her gut and the seat opposite.

Midnight huffed and panted, her lungs compressed under the weight of everything she had eaten, a low mumble finally passing through her lips "C, C, Cheque, please."

Wildcard had fed her with a similar enthusiasm to their eating. Ponies and griffons had commented on this- wondering what was wrong with her to like this and for that matter how disgusting it was that he wasn't just enabling her... he was literally force feeding her larger. They watched the fat mare swell up until she seemed almost ready to burst, and listened to her stomach groaning like the steel hull of a ship about to break in two- and yet he still kept on stuffing food down her mouth with more food.

Even their server seemed disgusted to some extent, her apathetic mask failing. "It's free if you promise to never do that again," she sneered at the two of them, her revulsion apparent, before she yanked Wildcard out of the booth viciously. "Just get out before you puke or burst open or... something..." she spoke, pointedly keeping her gaze off the swollen mare.

"Your bits, urp, to lose" Midnight smirked at the server’s discomfort as she squeezed herself out of the seat, before plopping out onto the floor and moaning as her stomach no longer just brushed against the ground, but squashed against it instead. Flab pooled out around her hooves as she waddled to the door, only barely able to put two hooves on the ground at a time thanks to her inequinely bloated gut. A pair of burly looking griffon servers waiting to help shove the whale of a pony through. If she'd had trouble getting in before, getting out without any form of assistance was unthinkable.

They may have underestimated just how much help she was going to need though, and it took another two servers, alongside the valiant sacrifice of several sticks of butter, and Wildcard working his magic from the other side before Midnight could be squeezed through the eatery's door, which promptly slammed shut behind her.

"You think, urp, think they'll want to change it to "The Stuck Bat" now?" She asked 'Valiant' as she wheezingly followed him down the street, heavy raindrops falling as the storm began to open up above them.

Wildcard led Midnight along as if in a daze. Midnight had stuffed herself enough that she left cracks in the doorway. The stone doorway. That entrance was permanently bent to some degree now, and would forever remind everyone of the gorge she had there today.

"They'll probably stop selling meat, did you see how disgusted they all were?”His voice was distant as he replayed the memories in his head, before returning to the real world. “You don't really let it get to you, do you?"

He led her at a fairly slow pace, and soon they left the town centre towards that motel. At least the rain washed the butter off of her, and he gave her a break once they reached the point where the van had broken down. Wildcard turned to her once there, and watched with a clear sense of lust as she sluggishly waddled herself forward.

God she just looked so... heavy.

Midnight slowed down a little, her pace changing from sluggish to glacial.

"I let it get to me once, back when I was in middle school." A glorping rumble came from her stomach as she waddled, and her mouth followed with a belch that drowned out the noise of distant thunder. "My parents were chubby, and I was chubbier, and it just seemed so important to have friends that I spent every day trying to not be the weird food obsessed filly that only ate, and ate, and ate, but everypony still talked behind my back, even when they said they were going to be my B.F.F's, there were still rumours of Jigglenight emptying the school cafeteria, or Pignight eating an entire buffet."

Midnight paused as she lent against the broken down van, her sheer mass causing the suspension to bow and groan simply from leaning her weight against it.

"All it did was make me unhappy, and I decided to say 'buck 'em'. If they didn't want to be friends with me for who I was, then I wasn't going to bother with what they wanted from me, and I've never been happier since."

Spotting an opportunity to tease, Wildcard approached and stuck his forehoof right into Midnight's chest fat. "So you developed a thick skin?" He spoke, and levitated out one of the few remaining bottles of soda and, despite Midnight's massively full state, uncapped it and jammed it into her mouth.

If she got this damn heavy by herself the addition of a feeder just as obsessed with her weight was certainly not going to be positive for her health, but who cared? Life was meant to be lived, and Midnight certainly lived to eat.

His hoof remained buried in her chest fat, one of his favourite parts of a fat mare actually. With that said, her weight was immense enough that he wasn’t altogether sure if that was her chest fat, or he was actually poking her swollen stomach.

Draining the bottle dry before spitting it out, the plastic bottle bounced off her flab before rolling under the van, Midnight stared at the stallion, her eyes lidded and almost sultry.

"You make that pun again, Val, and I'll bury you underneath me." She stepped forward towards him trying to stand as tall and threateningly as possible, muted whispers from the town ponies worrying if they were about to see the freakish unicorn crushed by his equally abhorrent marefriend. "Or maybe I'll do it anyway," leaning forward to press against him she whispered in his ear. "You'd love that wouldn't you? Completely buried under my gut, surrounded by flab. Engulfed and crushed by my hunger just like everything you've been shoving down my throat."

Wildcard shuddered, "I prefer being on top, but with a mare like you? Mmfff, keep teasing me and I might just let you do that."

He leaned into her ear, whispering again. "Crushed by your fat, barely able to breathe, unable to move, but that's what your life is like every day isn't it?" He spoke, and slapped her chest before stepping off and leaving her to wobble- and belch, for that matter, as his slap wobbled her internally as well.

"Let's get a room, Midnight, I'm starting to get annoyed by ponies staring at us."

"Me too," she muttered as they started off again, Wildcard slowly leading the way as she huffed and puffed, and waddled along behind him, her entire body quivering with each ponderous step. Before she wheezed loudly enough for all the ponies watching the pair to hear, a lecherous smirk on her face "Although do you think they'd like to watch? They've been doing so ever since we got here after all."

Wildcard decided to play on this, teasing Midnight even as he spoke ostensibly to insult her. He led her slowly enough that even with her poor shape she could still speak in response.

"What sane pony would watch a mare so filled with food she's ready to burst open, wheezing just to walk, break a bed? I bet you'd have a heart attack doing it you useless fat sack of bloated bat pony," he spoke, "How fat are you? Six hundred, seven hundred? I've raised cows that are lighter than you." He glanced around at the crowd of aghast ponies, sensing his chance to strike. "But if anyone wants, I could just mount her right here if you perverts want to see what pigs mating looks like."

Midnight found herself laughing as the entire crowd, to a pony, turned and fled. Huge, gut shaking, belly laughs spilling forth as the panicked stampede disappeared down the street, leaving only the noise of raindrops, distant thunder, and her own grumbling, groaning belly to echo out in the silence left in the mob's absence.

"Repressed buckers can't take the idea of two ponies mating." She panted between each bout of almost gut busting laughter. "You'd think they'd have stronger stomachs seeing as the only thing to do out here is each other." Letting her laughter die down, Midnight started waddling towards the motel again, the bright green neon sign glowing under the stormy grey sky as the rain came down heavier.

"Come on, I need a nap, but you need your reward for being so generous first."

"Reward?" Wildcard inquired almost immediately. Oh he saw the insinuation, alright, but he had never expected Midnight to be so... sexual. There was an appealing breath of fresh air to it all; she almost seemed like she had broken all of societies barriers and just did what she pleased.

She was a 600 pound obese form of a Nietzschean Ubermare, and he followed along behind her, gazing at her swollen ass.

"How much do you weigh anyway?" he asked, as they came into the parking lot and close to the double doors. "You can't be a pound under six hundred."

Being a proper stallion, he opened the door for her, and gave her a solid slap on the ass as he passed her.

"Do I look like I can step on a set of scales?" Midnight chuckled as she watched pass her by. "My doctor's set topped out at 700 lbs though, and he said he was going to get some that were rated for even heavier loads after those couldn't measure me" Taking a step forward she pushed herself into the open doorway, only to find herself stuck, again."

"Hope you saved some of that butter, or do you think you can give a mare a hoof?" She wiggled an outstretched hoof at him, the tree trunk like limb, barely bending enough for her to lift it from the floor.

The clerk had as of yet not noticed them, as she sat behind a desk and had her middle-aged eyes trained on a television that was somehow still getting a staticy signal even through the storm.

"Midnight, I'm not taking you to a doctor until you get heart problems, damn fools would probably demand you lose weight," Wildcard spoke, and took her hoof with a firm grip, and gave it an equally firm yank. "Getting stuck in double doors are you?"

"Only for you." Midnight winked at him, before he pulled her free of the door, and she stumbled forwards, right on top of the unicorn, burying him in her flab. The sudden commotion catching the attention of the motel's clerk.

"...Can I help you, miss?" The clerk stared at the jiggling, wobbling, panting form of Midnight, entirely unable to see 'Valiant''s head poking out from underneath her.

"Just, a moment to, catch my breath" Midnight replied, wheezing as heavily as she could before leaning down to whisper in Wildcard's ear.

"So I may not have paid enough attention in geography to actually get an A+, but I know there's no deserts between Canterlot and the Crystal Empire." Licking her lips she stared down at the trapped stallion. "You want to tell me what's actually happening before I take a step forward, and we see how long it takes these ponies to move me from on top of you?"

Wildcard was aroused to the point Midnight could feel something rather hard poking into her the folds of her underbelly. His mind was melted with the sheer pleasure of what was happening, and he honestly saw no reason to keep the truth from her- and his bluntness had the result of making it easy to play off as a joke as well.

"I'm a changeling, and I'm going to feed you into an immobile blob of a love battery," He whispered up at her, and then sighed deeply. Damn her weight was... amazing. He was a pretty fit stallion and her weight was absolutely crushing. He could only imagine it on her. Every step, every movement, every action she made was a constant reminder of the huge amounts of fat coating her body.

"... You wanna break a livestock scale, Midnight? We can make it happen..."

The clerk, oblivious to everything that was happening before of course, just rolled her eyes. "Take your time, wouldn't want your heart giving out..."

"I like you Val, I really do, but you're thinking too small." Midnight rolled a little further forwards, her blubber moving forward like a tsunami of molasses, thick, heavy, and dense. "Why stop at a livestock scale? They've got to weigh dragons somehow, and I think you can tell just how much I don't care for there to be anything bigger than me." Midnight's panting grew heavier as she ground herself against the trapped changeling. Her fat shifting and rubbing against him as he panted in return.

"If you think you can make that happen, I'll follow you no matter where that road leads."

"Midnight, I'll make you the heaviest living thing ever" Wildcard returned simply, and then wiggled free one hoof to slap her gut. "Now let me up, I think you could actually kill me if you tried."

Which was... darkly erotic. Midnight was heavy enough that Wildcard could nearly feel his ribs cracking and his own breathing was becoming much, much, more difficult.

Midnight shuffled a step backwards, the flood of adipose retreating away from Valiant's chin just enough to let him pull himself out from underneath her stomach and check his disguise over for any damage to the glamour. "Oh, I'm not going to do that, I like you too much for that Vally," she smiled flirtatiously, before her expression darkened, turning as stormy as the skies outside and she leaned in to whisper in his ear quietly enough that the clerk couldn't hear them. "Although if this whole thing is another ruse, I might just see how much weight you can actually hold before I get a squashed bug."

Valiant took that opportunity to whisper back. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Pignight, don't you know... I can be anyone you want," he spoke, and slapped her gut again before stepping towards that desk.

"I hope you've got pretty strong beds- because we'll take a room, for the night, and I'm pretty sure this fat piggy here needs some loving."

The clerk squinted at both of them, but unlike the server earlier she really was just apathetic. Bits were exchanged, a key was given, and Wildcard turned back to Midnight, pushing her mass aside to open the door again.

Their room was, thankfully, on the ground floor. There was no way Midnight was climbing any stairs in her condition, and there was equally no chance the the rickety wood edifice would have been able to hold even a portion of her bulk. Wildcard threw open the door and stepped behind Midnight. His strength was never more obvious as it was now when he shoved her jello-mass through with one solid push.

Midnight lumbered forwards a couple more steps, the force of Valiant's shove causing her flab to wobble heavily, the heavy rain from the short walk from the office to their room had soaked her coat enough that it was plastered to her body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as she stared at Valiant, who had followed her into the room slamming the door shut behind him. Midnight's eyes were lidded with lust, and a blush was growing on her wobbling cheeks.

"Well now, that you've got me in here, what does the big, bad, bug intend to do with little old me?"

Valiant soon vanished, and with a crisp flash of green light, was replaced with an equally sized—and more muscular—black changeling. His eyes glowed a faint blue, and altogether there was a subtle sense of danger here. Changelings were de-facto enemies of ponies, and while not every person on each side was full of as much hate as either society said, there was still a sense Midnight was in a dangerous spot.

His first action was to slap her side, hard, and then his wings buzzed when she wobbled and sloshed with the impact. "Get that fat fucking plots on the bed, Midnight. I want my reward, and you're going to do what only you can."

He gave her a solid shove in that direction, and almost pushed her over.

"Oh like this?" Midnight turned to the bed, a cheap looking plywood and cotton thing that looked as though it was barely capable of holding two regular ponies together, let alone a mare of her sheer immensity, before she lifted a single hoof and struggled to place it on the covers, panting and wheezing while her stomach groaned and glorped with each exaggerated, jiggling, swaying movement.

"Do you think it can even hold me?" She asked, as innocently as possible, her flabby neck bunching up as she turned her head to look backwards at Valiant. Or more accurately at the massive, throbbing tower that hung from under his chitinous barrel.

Wildcard leaned back, put his hooves behind his head, and applied his magic to stroke himself. His face grinned at her lecherously, "That's a good pig, you keep teasing me like that. It's all you’re good for anyway; eating, getting perverted fat fetishists like me off... that's all your life is, isn't it? You're just fat," he teased, pushing her humiliation buttons the best her could.

"And I think I fucking love you for it," he added, and yanked open the small fridge with his magic.

It wasn't well stocked—obviously—but it still held a few cans of soda, which was at least something, and Wildcard placed them all on the bed randomly. Considering how full Midnight was, even these small things were going to be difficult.

"C'mon now, get me off, piggy. Show me what a blue ribbon fatass you are."

"There isn't a ribbon that could hold all of this." Midnight spoke as lowly as she could, before hefting her other forehoof onto the bed. The cheap wood creaking and groaning as her bubbling stomach pressed into the frame, an echoing belch coming from her mouth and making her flabby form quiver as if it was made out of nothing but jello.

Still staring at Valiant as he leaned back, adding his hooves to the magic that was slowly stroking up and down his shaft, one of her forehooves grabbed a can, and hefted it to her mouth. "Thank you for the drink though, Valiant, you wouldn't believe just how parched I am after walking so far today" Her other hoof grabbed the oversized tab, the flab around her fetlock getting in the way for a second before she ripped it open, and poured the contents down her open mouth in one long chug.

"Ooooh, can... can you hear that, Val?" Her stomach groaned and gurgled with an unprecedented fury as the fizzy soda washed into it, bubbles churning through the half-digested day-long feast. "I don't, urp, think I can take much more." Midnight moaned, her tail flicking limply back and forth as she attempted to lazily spread her scent through the room. Another can was lifted to her mouth as she struggled to lift one of her rear hooves onto the now dangerously creaking bed. All four wooden legs bowing out dangerously under the impossible amount of weight they were being forced to accept while her flab spilled over the edges, folding over enough to almost entirely conceal the mattress from Valiant’s sight. "But that's not... going to stop me." A third can, the second to last, was lifted to her mouth as her stomach grew ever more frenzied, alongside the changeling's hooves, which had almost become a blur up and down his length. Valiant’s wings were buzzing furiously as he stroked himself, green fluid dribbling down his shaft in luminescent streams.

"I'll take everything... you give me," a stentorian belch came out of her mouth, as the the third can fell empty to the ground, clanking against its fellow drained victims of this twisted mare's pure obsession with making more of herself. "And I'll take more... than that... and I don’t think... I’ll ever stop.”

The remaining can came to her mouth as her final hoof came up onto the bed, her entire mass resting on the beleaguered furniture; the noise of the wooden frame as it cracked and splintered filled the room as she slurped from the can as loudly, as lewdly as possible, before it fell from her lips to land on the floor with a hollow clank.

For one moment the sound of Midnight’s groaning stomach and the wet slapping of of Wildcard’s hooves were the only noise in the room before, with a single, hideous, protracted crack, the cheap furniture finally gave up and collapsed underneath Midnight’s sheer mass. The wooden legs splintering and the metal frame bending under her stomach as she simply ploughed through them, to crash against the ground. The entire room shook as she landed, her flabby body wobbling like jello in an earthquake as the impact gave her stomach the final bit of impetus it needed to finally rebel against the inequine amount it had been forced to hold. She could taste the acrid sting of bile in the back of her throat as the half-digested meal sloshed, bubbled, and tried to claw its way back out of this insane mare as she fought to keep it contained. Her twisted sense of pride and lust not letting her lose any of the mass that had helped her achieve her goal of crushing furniture beneath her bulk, and she could feel fluid dribbling down her thighs as her tail flagged upwards at the thought of just how stuffed she was.

Wildcard simply couldn’t hold back any more as his horn blazed with green fire and his hooves pumped up and down with all the speed they could muster, before with a single almost feral, groan of lust his cock erupted. Green fluid shot across the room to splatter against Midnight’s gelatinous plot cheeks, the strange mixture running down her rump in rivulets of green. Several more shots arcing through the air to paint her plot before his climax petered out.

The undisguised changeling was panting just as heavily as the piggish bat pony while the two of them lay there in the wreckage of the motel room, broken furniture and seminal fluid scattered across the ground between them, the sound of thunder and rain crashing against the building the only sign of the outside world as the two stared into each other's eyes.

"Come over here Val... this bed's no… no good, so you get… get to sleep on me instead." She winked, the scent of her arousal filling the air and her tail hitched high, before the panting changeling pounced on to her back. His body sinking into her flab as if she was some sort of living waterbed, and he could feel her pounding heartbeat and wheezing lungs as he pressed himself deeper into her flab. The sound of Midnight’s sloshing, grumbling stomach and Wildcard’s buzzing wings drowning out the noise of the storm outside them as they fell asleep together.

Author's Note

Classic "that escalated quickly".

Also the truth comes out and Midnight doesn't really care. Why should she, pony society despises her, at the least the changelings overall goal meshes with her own motivations.