Midnight's Wildcard Feast

Midnight groaned as she started to wake up. Slumber leaving her in fits and starts as the rumbling of her stomach and the sound of her laboured breathing brought her back into consciousness.

"Must, must've been a real good night, huh" She yawned before patting her belly, which rumbled softly in response, the flabby flesh jiggling around her hoof as it sank in further than the day before. All of the food she'd devoured over the last day already having been broken down enough to make more of her.

It was only when her stomach paused groaning for a second that she realised it wasn't just her making all the noise, and she twisted her head back against the entangling folds of her neck to look at the snoring changeling on her back. A soft smile playing over her lips for a second before she lifted a wing from her side and, fighting against the rolls of back fat that kept her from lifting it all the way to make a proper flapping motion, not that she'd been able to fly for years, started to stroke it up and down 'Valiant''s sides.

"Wakey, wakey, Val."

Wildcard awoke with a start, surprised into wakefulness and fluttering his wings rapidly enough that he rose into the air slightly and looked down at the massive grey beast of a mare with searching eyes. Changelings, naturally, were notoriously paranoid and easy to startle, but it didn't take long for his lizard brain to realize that the morbidly obese mare wasn't much of a threat.

Not unless you were a buffet.

His wings ceased buzzing, and he fell the half foot back onto her. Her body wobbled and jiggled around his impact on landing, and his hooves sank in almost an inch further into her flab than yesterday.

He was soon hugging it, his forelegs spreading out to hold as much of the mare as he could. "Mmm, there is nothing like waking up to find a warm mare under you..."

He gently kneaded her back, massaging the area around her wing joints before he lay down and yawned slightly. "You make a good bed."

"And you make a good blanket, Val," Midnight spoke, "but this bed needs a wash." Midnight's body jiggled as she put her hooves underneath her bulk and heaved herself upright, huffing and panting for breath, the added weight of the changeling on her back barely noticable over the normal effort it took for her to stand upright.

"What do you say to joining me in the shower, and then we can get breakfast, and then once we've done the important things you can tell me how you're going to sweep me off my hooves and take me away from the one horse town."

"Oh please, you think we can both fit in there?" Valiant quirked an eyebrow at her as he gestured at the tiny bathroom, a sliver of a shower that even a normal pony would uncomfortably cramped visible through the open door.

“Yes.”

Wildcard slipped off her, giving her ass a pinch as he did. "Please, mare, you'll be lucky if you can fit in the shower by your lonesome, and I've got to make a call anyway. So you go wash up..."

His form shifted, once again bathed in green flame as he changed to his Valiant disguise, "... and I'm going to call the only stallion with a truck strong enough to haul your fat ass."

Midnight chuckled at 'Valiant' as he spoke. "Okay, but you're choosing to skip out on getting to run your hooves all over me, choosing not to tease my wet body, to not rub into my deepest folds." She leaned in closer and closer, her lidded eyes fixed on Valiant's as she spoke, before she lumbered forward one last step and planted a kiss on the tip of his snout, a tiny dribble of green magic fading from lips to his horn. "You go make your call, Val, and try not to think about what you're missing too much."

She turned around and squeezed her way through the doorway to the room's bathroom, her flab squashing around the frame now that she was no longer packed solid with food, before the door clicked sht and the sound of running water could be faintly heard

"Midnight Blossom," Wildcard spoke, as he stared at the closed door, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his nose where Midnight had kissed him. "You are a tease."

Her rear end would have gotten a heck of a slap on her way out if there hadn't been a door between them, and 'Valiant' soon left the room to call his friend as well as order a trashy looking breakfast for her. Once she was done cleaning up it was all set, and Wildcard had laid out the bacon and eggs for 'two' on the table.

The stallion himself was busy looking out the now-open window, and the ruins of the bed were quite obviously highlighted by the morning sun. The signs of devastation readily apparent to any observer, although thankfully the green stains that might’ve raised some uncomfortable questions had evaporated overnight.

It was peaceful, almost like the normal life of a travelling pony, at least until the bathroom door creaked open and Midnight almost sauntered out. Her weight turning what was supposed to be an alluring sashay into a series of jigging, quivering, wobbling fat that her wet fur did nothing to hide, plastered against her stretched and dimpled skin as it was. Staring at Valiant and licking her lips while she made her way over to the ruined mattress, before plopping down on her stomach which gurgled quietly at the sudden impact.

"Breakfast in bed, Valiant? You really shouldn't have." She sing-songed before her hooves patted her growling gut. "Why don't you come over here and make sure I eat it all up"

Valiant tugged the curtains shut, before his disguise vanished once again, and his wings thrummed against his back. "My name's Wildcard, Midnight," he spoke, and levitated up the first plate of food as he approached her and looked down at her.

Soon enough she was being stuffed forcefully with bacon and eggs with equal measure, the plates orbiting around Wildcard’s horn, before mixed chunks of food shot off to stuff her mouth, and his free hooves groped at her chest fat. "I am going to make you so, so fat, Midnight. You're all mine now..."

He squeezed and squished that copious fat as she was fed, having quite a bit of fun with the sheer mass of it all.

Midnight grunted as a hoofful of eggs was forced past her jaws and straight down into her cavernous gut, the organ roaring as its appetite was awoken by the breakfast flooding into her, and she panted between mouthfuls.

"There's nopony's, ulp, fat little piggy, omf, I'd rather be, mmph" Her tongue flicked out around her mouth, licking up flecks of bacon and eggs as Wildcard floated over another plate, alongside a gallon sized carton of full-fat milk.

"Oink for me, pig," Wildcard demanded, as she had consumed two plates of bacon and eggs and the entire gallon of milk. His hooves explored her obese body, forcefully prodding and groping at the massive and heavy deposits of adipose that coated every inch of her.

"I don't know if I love you, or I just love your fat," he commented, and released the gut-fat he had been holding up.

Midnight wheezed as Wildcard released his hold on her stomach, before with an ominous grumble, her lips parted and she belched full force into his face, the strange, fin-like mane he had flapping in the gale of her rancid breath.

"Oink, oink, Wildcard, fill your piggy up, fill me until I'm nothing but fat and a mouth, fill me until there's no part of me you can't love. Fill me until I'm the biggest piggy you've ever imagined."

Wildcard slapped her belly, the wall of flab gurgling in response, "In time, pig, but for now we've got to load your fat ass onto a truck and get you to my little ranch."

He kissed her on a fat cheek, and then stepped away from her to regain his disguise again. "Just going to be you and me from now on, Midnight, and a few cows- I bet they're going to be jealous of you."

He glanced back at her, "It's not natural for a mare to be as heavy as you are, you know."

"If I wanted to be a natural pony I'd go live on the savannah and eat raw grass." Midnight snorted derisively as she heaved herself to her hooves again, her laboured breathing a result of both her sheer weight and the faint blush of arousal just visible on her cheeks.

"I thought bats ate fruit and blood," Wildcard commented, but shrugged, it didn't matter much considering just how disgusting Midnight's diet was now.

Wildcard opened the door, and stepped back. "Mares first, Midnight," he spoke, and gave her a chance before slapping her ass with enough force that it actually pushed her forward a bit and left a stinging impression on her massive rear.

"You just want to stare at this plot as it jiggles." She responded, slowly shifting her weight from side to side as she pulled her way through the door. Her entire body wobbling with enough force to audibly smack against the doorframe with each shake, the cheap wood shuddering and creaking as she pulled her way through.

"So how long do you think your friend is going to be?" Midnight turned around to watch as Valiant pulled the door to their room shut behind him.

Wildcard was soon out after her, "About ten minutes," he spoke and almost immediately heads turned towards them. Midnight had already made a name for herself after yesterday, and from the looks of things a few ponies had actually been waiting for them to come out of the room. Simply to see the town’s newest circus freak.

They weren't altogether too shy to stare and gawk, amidst comments of "She's even fatter," and a few wondering how she could even live with herself.

Wildcard of course played on this, and slapped a hoof to her her shoulders and used her own massive body as support so his other forehoof could grip her gut fat.

"She's all mine colts, all eight-hundred pounds of her."

"I'm fairly sure it's more, 'Val'. I mean I had to eat what, a hundred pounds worth of meat yesterday, and that's not counting what was in your van." She licked her lips as she stared out over the crowd. Ponies shuddering and flinching away as her gaze swept over them as if she was going to attempt to eat them next.

"You think there's anything left in there? All that bacon and eggs was just a warmup for this little piggy after all, and I'm sure these ponies would love to see more of me before we go."

Wildcard played on this, and pointed to the second fattest mare around. She was fairly curvy, chubby even, and looked absolutely horrified, flinching back at Wildcard’s attention. "Why not go for some fresh meat?" He spoke, audible enough—and backed by a growl of Midnight's gut—that a fair few of those ponies wondered if he wasn't actually serious.

Could she? It was honestly up in the air, who knew what this insane bat pony could do!

He took the time to whisper into her ear following this, "How about we go drain the soda machine in the lobby?"

"I could certainly drain something" Midnight replied, loudly enough for the crowd to hear. Her gaze locked on the mare that Wildcard had gestured to. The tan mare backing away horrified as Midnight took a slow lumbering step forward. Her stomach growling like a beast ripped from Tartarus itself and her fangs gleaming in the morning sun.

"After all, food's best when it's fresh."

Her words were enough to break the crowd for the second time in as many days, ponies stampeding away screaming, before she chuckled again, and followed Valiant into the Motel's lobby.

The same clerk—had they even slept the night before?—was at the counter, staring at the same staticy television. "Y’all best find another place, management banned you and left it to me to tell you." The mare sighed, and flicked along the static-filled channels. "Something about not wanting to serve farm animals I guess."

Wildcard paid her no mind, and gestured over to the soda dispenser to the side. One of the simplest machines, it mixed water with syrup and dispensed it. And opening the machine to get at the syrup reservoir wasn't altogether difficult.

"There must be ten gallons in there," Wildcard noted idly as he stepped towards the machine. "Ten gallons of nearly pure sugar. Only an insane..."

He turned to Midnight, and slapped his hoof into her chest, forcing a small burp from her lips. "Food addicted, hedonistic, disgustingly broken sack of fat could possibly even think of drinking that. You'd have to be out of your mind to actually try it..."

"Well now I've got to do it, think of what would happen if somepony like that actually came along and did such a disgusting,” Midnight took a heavy step forward, her eyes locked onto the machine. “Vile,” another ponderous step, “inequine,” she licked her lips as her stomach roared, “blatantly unhealthy thing." Midnight panted as she finished speaking, squeezing her her tree-trunk like thighs together as she watched Valiant lift the front of the machine off, before he levered the reservoir over to her, and offered the dangling feed hose to her lips like it was a straw.

"They'd blow up like a balloon of a mare, so filled with fat and sugar they wouldn't be able to move," her lips wrapped around the hose before she gave a long pull and the level of syrup in the container dropped by an inch, "they'd barely be able to breath" another pull, a dollop of syrup escaped from the corner of her mouth, and dribbled it's way down her chins. "They’d just have to lay there, drinking more and more, getting fatter and unhealthier, until they needed help to, do, anything." Midnight accompanied each pause for breath with another gulp of syrup, her burning cheeks bulging as the sugary goop flooded her mouth, and oozed down her throat in a deluge of pure hedonism.

"Stop talking," Wildcard spoke simply, and reached out to grab the hose and firmy, forcibly, keep it in her mouth. Midnight had to either breathe through her nose—or outright finish everything—before he'd show her stomach any mercy.

The clerk was, as always, apathetic, speaking monotonously as she watched the two ‘ponies’ from the corner of her eye. "That's pretty disgusting you know, that stuff ain't good for you even mixed with water. Something's wrong with that mare." They noted, their voice monotone as always even as they put a voice to the obvious.

Wildcard snorted, "She's a useless sack of lard only good for eating, and she knows it. Why hide it? Not like she even can hide it now, can she?" He returned, and rubbed the swelling curve of her obese belly with his other hoof.

A roll of the eyes in response, "Just don't come crying to me when she has a heart attack."

Midnight sucked at the hose in her mouth as if it was a lifeline, her heart hammering in her chest with each drawn out gulp, and her eyes were fixed on the container, watching the level of syrup plummet with each painful, desperate gulp, until she was drawing on nothing but air. She sucked on the empty hose one last time, her intake crumpling the plastic container from the inside before she let the hose fall from her mouth and released a belch loud enough to rattle the office's windows in their frames.

"Why... why would I, urp, cry to you? I want this." She wheezed at the clerk who just shrugged nonchalantly. "Come on, 'Valiant', your friend should be getting here soon, and we wouldn't want to keep him waiting as you push all of this," she shook her stomach, the ball of flab quivering and slapping against itself with the noise of panicked birds taking off , "through such a tiny double door."

A third roll of the eyes, "You two are freaks." The clerk commented simply and gestured towards the doors, before returning their attention to the TV.

Wildcard led, Midnight followed, and her overfilled body sloshed audibly with each laboured step. "Midnight do you have any idea how much I've wanted a mare who can drink enough to slosh? God I just... I just want to push your fat ass over and rut you right here like an animal."

The look he had in his eyes, and the scent wafting out from his body, spoke to the truth to that statement, and once she—of course—got stuck in the doors he yanked her out with a surprisingly anxious strength.

This left them pressed right up against each other, and he leaned down over her. "When we get to my home, I'm putting my dick in your belly button."

Midnight just winked back at him as she pressed her weight against him, the disguised changeling's hidden strength barely enough to support her as she did so.

"Why wait until, until we get to your home, your friend’s truck is right there and, urp, nopony but him is going to be able to watch us." She gestured at the impatient looking earth pony in the truck's cab, before waddling heavily over the the multi-wheeled trailer and hefting her front hooves up onto its bed. Letting Wildcard watch as her sloshing belly squashed out underneath her, drooping from the trailer’s bed to hang barely 6 inches from the ground.

"It's a long ride, and I need something to, to keep me filled, 'Val'." She finished as she hefted herself into the truck's bed. Wildcard following her, before the engine roared to life and the sounds of moaning and sloshing could be heard echoing backwards through the town, even as the truck and it's uniquely abhorrent occupants faded to nothing more than a speck on the horizon.