WARNING: The really fucked up stuff starts in this chapter. This has been your Kink alert :WARNING

It had been almost a month since Midnight had arrived at Wildcard's ranch, and for the two of them life had mostly gone on the exact same way, wake up, feed Midnight, milk the cows, feed Midnight, let the cows out to graze, feed Midnight, bring them back in as the sun went down, feed Midnight, and go to sleep.

And true to his word, Wildcard had managed to inflate Midnight at a rate of over ten pounds a day, feeding her nothing but high calorie slop, fatty meats from slaughtering his own livestock, or the occasional glut from the milk tank that sat constantly full just outside the barn whenever she passed a new benchmark.

All told, and including the almost lethal feast she'd had on her first day, Midnight was creeping up rapidly on the twelve hundred pound mark, and her own enthusiasm had only increased as the number that told her wouldn't be the smallest cow on the ranch anymore, and Wildcard was paying for her enthusiasm with sleep. Her stomach would wake her up in the middle of the night with its plaintive cries for more, and the changeling was the one to answer the call, unless he wanted her dragging herself to the milk tank and glutting without heed to her limits. Again.

Like he was just now.

Wildcard adored Midnight, for more reasons than the obvious hyper-fetishization of their relationship. She was, after all, the absolute personification of both a feedee, and fat fetish in general. That however was key to their relationship in more than one way, because Midnight was a social outcast and Wildcard was a species was wanted dead throughout most of Equestria.

A match made on whatever plane of Tartarus was reserved for gluttony.

The changeling soon approached Midnight in the dim lighting of early morning, and stopped a few feet from her fat-bloated body. This morning he was going to have a little bit of fun with her, and he stuffed a solid stick of firm butter into her face before he spoke.

"Midnight, how fucking broken are you that you get hungry in the middle of the night after eating enough meat to kill someone five hours ago?" he spoke, and looked down at the grey mass of fat with a grin on his face.

Midnight's eyes lidded over as she gulped the butter down, slowly dragging the entire thing down her throat without swallowing, like snake with a mouse. "Dunno... don't think... I'm broken" She was wheezing already, the sheer effort of lifting herself, and waddling, only on three legs now, her fat was enough to keep her from putting all her limbs on the ground at once even when her stomach was empty. "I do the... breaking." She grinned as she opened her mouth wide enough for Valiant to forcefully shove another stick of butter into her maw, and yank his hoof back before her jaws crashed shut, her fangs locking together like the teeth of a bear trap. "Like I broke... that chair... and your couch... and that bed... and eventually... I'll break...your scale"

Wildcard was becoming perpetually aroused, and it was fairly clear that this was the case as he stepped around the fat mare and examined her massive body. The sheer weight of her was enough that she sunk into the earth slightly.

"Look at you, you're getting to be a blob," he teased, and reached out to slap a hoof into her swollen rear. "I'm surprised you can even still move, but you like it don't you? You like how hard it is to breathe, how heavy you feel dragging more than half a ton of pure fat around."

A third stick of butter was soon forced down her throat, and Wildcard pointed the barn. "March, Midnight, let's give your poor heart a run for its money."

"Oh... but we do... that all the time" Midnight managed to wheeze as she took a single lumbering step forwards, her stomach dragging a trail wider than two ponies side by side through the dust. Already sweat was starting to build up on her head and back, running down her flabby sides and pooling in the gaps between her rolls, despite the fact the sun hadn't risen yet. "Remember when you... made me walk... from one end of the field... to the other... how long did that take?"

She didn't even wait for a reply, as she took another step forwards, "How much did you... have to feed. me to... 'Make up for lost weight'?"

Wildcard shrugged, "You never got across, fatass, I stopped you half way and pumped you so full of lard you nearly burst open, and you came so hard I was worried you were gonna give yourself a heart attack."

The stallion walked beside her, and gave a firm slap to Midnight's bloated stomach area. God she was... she was fat, but more than that she had almost forced her body to adapt to it. Endless food had resulted in endless hunger, and the way she forced herself to become this... this.

"God it's hot when you wheeze," Wildcard commented, and stepped ahead of her to open the barn doors. "You need a doctor, Midnight Blossom, keep eating like this and you're gonna keel over one day."

"And stop eating?" She tried to smirk at the changeling as she spoke, but her cheeks had gotten so fat that any attempt to smirk just became another gaze of hunger, the puffed up balls of lard that weighed down her face constantly forcing her to squint slightly as they overtook the corners of her eyes, and the edges of her mouth. "Never..."

She could feel her entire body screaming at her already, the entire thing ready to collapse after just three steps. Her muscles were begging her to stop the torture, and her heart had already started beating against her ribcage in a frenzied panic at the amount of blood it was pumping through her cholesterol clogged arteries. The only part of her still willing to agree with her appetite was her now bottomless stomach, which roared its displeasure at not being filled as it demanded.

Wildcard clicked on the lights, and the room became lit well enough that he could see Midnight properly. His eyes panned up and down her, examining her massive weight in detail, and he pointed towards the scale.

"Get on the scale," he demanded, his voice that commonly used low tone of command, and he provided a firm slap to Midnight's ass to send her on her way. Today he had a plan, but needed to know her weight. For logistical reasons as much as his own pleasure.

The cows looked at her, and they almost seemed... confused. She kept getting bigger each time they saw her, and she had this pathetic wheezing weakness to her. What was wrong with her?

Midnight had started to lumber forwards at Valiant's command, the sheer momentum of her own rippling fat almost dragging her a step from Valiant's slap alone, and the stinging pain in her flanks made her tail hitch upwards.

It was another another five minutes of slowly dragging herself forwards, inch by painstaking inch, for her to cover the distance to the scale, before a new problem showed itself, and Midnight started moaning.

"Wildcard... I can't... I can't lift my hooves... enough to get... on the scale." She craned her head as far back as it could go, her neck rolling to the side as her cheeks fought for space with the flabby rolls of her back fat. "Help me."

"Fat fucking pig," Wildcard commented, and quickly stepped up to her to slap her rear end again- hard enough to leave a stinging imprint. "Useless, disgusting, blob. You can't even weight yourself you sack of lard."

Lifting her was... difficult. For all of his changeling strength Midnight was over a half ton of fat-bloated mare, and he had to sort of awkwardly lift up fifty or so pounds at a time, dropping it on the scale and then forcibly pulling her forehooves up. Slowly but surely he moved her up there, his strong hooves forcibly slapping her and moving her around like he was moving a waterbed. The sheer strength to him was obvious, but even then he was exhausted when Midnight was finally up.

"Read the number, Pig."

"One thousand... hundred... ninety eight" Midnight moaned with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. So close. So close, just one more day of glutting, one more day of stuffing, of eating without pause until even her stomach couldn't take it anymore, and she'd have taken the first tiny step to her goal. "Wild... I'm so close... so close to being a cow..." Her tail attempted to lazily flick from side to side, despite the fact it had long been buried between her plot cheeks, and the smell of her musk trickled through the air. "Just one more... one more session and... I'll be ready."

Wildcard growled slightly, and his wings buzzed. Midnight was behind where he wanted her to be, and for a few moments she could see the fury of his being denied flit across his face, and he allowed it to flow as he slammed a hoof into her fat belly.

"No," he spoke simply, his voice low and deep. "You'll be ready now."

Magically, he yanked out a tube from the wall. It led to the milk tank outside, this wasn't the first time Midnight had drank herself nearly to death on the scale in pursuit of the magic number.

He jammed it into her mouth, and then glanced around, looking for something. He soon found a roll of duct-tape, and soon enough he physically taped the tube to Midnight's lips.

"I'm not going to turn the pump on, piggy. You want milk? Start sucking, and you better be nice and full when I get back..."

The doors hadn't even started to swing shut before Midnight pulled at the hose, her cheeks puffing and deflating as she fought against the valve that held the tank shut. The poor mechanism had been subject to her gluttony more than was healthy for its continued integrity and it showed. Small streams of milk constantly flowed from the end unless it was capped, and any attempt from Midnight to drain the tank quicker than the current flow caused the mechanism to shriek as it held itself from disintegrating under her appetite.

A fight it was going to lose.

Midnight barely heard the sound of breaking metal as the valve mechanism sheared itself in two under the pressure, too engrossed in getting her drink and she was caught off guard when the steady stream turned into a flood. Thick, heavy cream pouring down the hose to smash into her throat in a deluge of white liquid as she chugged desperately.

Wildcard didn't want her to waste a drop, and neither did she.

Wildcard left her, a dangerous thing considering Midnight's insatiable obsession with expanding herself- but he had a trick up his sleeve. She'd been drinking more from that tank than his cows were able to replace, and after a month of sustaining Midnight’s appetite it was getting fairly low. Only fifty gallons remained, which should be enough to get Midnight absolutely sick, but not quite enough to make her burst open. She didn't know that however; for Midnight the erotic danger of exploding herself with milk remained.

Which was perfect, because today he was going to bring her into town and make sure it was a day nopony would forget. Not the last town of course, no, they would be visiting a corporate-driven town that the larger farms were centred around. It'd be fun to put the fear of god into some fake cowponies.

Wildcard was gone for a full hour, and returned with a stolen large moving van. Rated for a load of two full tons, it would be enough, and he backed it up to the barn before stepping out and swinging the doors open. The morning sun shone in behind him, and he grinned manically.

"What's the number now, Pignight?"

"Thousand... five oh... eight." Midnight wheezed as the hose fell from her mouth, her stomach was packed with milk and she could feel just how little it had actually pushed her body out, compared to before. The worried and panicked lowing of the cows as they had watched her chug their milk down like she was breathing had only spurred her on to drink faster, but even now the last dregs of the tank hadn't been enough to make her skin creak and groan like it had when she'd first arrived. "And I've... still go space... for more." A belch left her lips, rattle the wooden walls, and almost stampeding the nervous cattle in their pens as it echoed in the confined space.

"Help me... down an'... we'll see just... how much more."

"You're scaring the animals," Wildcard noted. "You're heavier than the smallest cow here, Midnight- and the second smallest is fifteen hundred. Look at that, you're rising in the ranks," he continued, and stepped towards her.

"And you're not even full," Wildcard spoke, and slapped her firmly on the rear so he could watch the almost liquid mass of her milk and fat inflated body wobble. "Which is why I'm taking you to Horseton and you're going to make them regret putting up an all you can eat buffet."

He stepped over to tarp covered object, and yanked the tarp off to reveal a rarely used forklift. "I suppose you can't move, right, tubby? You just drank more milk than most overweight mares weigh. I can't even imagine what that feels like inside you."

"Feels like... 'm on a waterbed... made of me... and nothing else." Midnight flopped lazily backwards as the whine of the forklift's motor fired up, and she watched as Wildcard drove it forwards until the prongs were pushed underneath her stomach, shaking it hard enough for the contents to shift and bubble which had the usual, and probably intended result of her belching again, hard enough to shake the building. "So comfortable... want to just... sink into it"

The forklift creaked and groaned as Wildcard brought the prongs up, Midnight's entire gut sagging down between them until she was lifted more than three feet from the ground, and the poor machine was close to tipping over from how much her mass destroyed its centre of gravity. Wildcard having to constantly watch that the entire thing didn't topple as he loaded her into the back of the stolen van.

Fat wasn't very dense, and Midnight was a twelve hundred pound mass of it with a three hundred pound denser central mass of thick milk. It gave her body an interesting physical shape as he moved her into the van with that lift. Her swollen stomach pulled down and centred her, while her bloated fat flowed around and filled up enough volume that she pressed against the sides of the van.

The sheer amount of her was enough that the floor bent, but didn't break. Still, someone wasn't getting their deposit back, and the last thing Midnight saw was Wildcard as he tied her down so she didn't slip out. He was leaving the door open, after all, and at the far end there was a trough filled with enough pig slop to make for a fair breakfast.

"Eat up, Pignight. Today we're going on a non-stop binge. I wanna see if I can force you to gain fifteen pounds today," Wildcard spoke, and then left her be as he set off to drive.

Anyone behind them on the road got a confusing view of a truck loaded with... what even was that?

A decreasing amount of slop, and an increasing amount of Midnight, although to anypony not capable of recognising the pony made of of almost pure flab it was nothing more than a blob of wobbling, jiggling... something, maybe an observant pony could make out the edge of her cutie mark, or the end of her tail, if it hadn't been swallowed by her growing plot cheeks, but no one would think she was a pony. No pony could be the size she was and be happy with it. No pony could accept being the size of a hideously overweight cow and think it was a good idea.

No pony but the broken blob that was Midnight, or her equally obsessed feeder.

She mostly ignored the safety ropes that Wildcard had tied around her, even where they cut into her flab and forced her her body to bulge around them like an elastic band tied around a water balloon, just gorging as the truck continued on through the south equestrian desert.

This van was both larger and in better condition than the first van they had used, but it still was understandable slowed by fifteen hundred pounds of bat pony in the rear. Midnight could probably tell, she could feel how her absurd mass warped the floor of it, and she could feel how the suspension in the rear was far more firm than the front as she weighed it down.

Thankfully for Wildcard's arousal, it didn't take long to get to Horseton, and he pulled the van into the back of a newly opened buffet in the centre of town. The place was quite fetching, and had been built in a new upscale development with lush green space and brand new roads. He had informed them of a delivery, and since they had been taking in new food for the week all day- they didn't argue with the unscheduled drop off. Midnight was only alone for a few minutes... until she heard a voice.

"What in Celestia's name is that," a deep, husky, feminine voice commented behind her. "We don't butcher live animals here, and... and why is it wheezing? What the hell did you do to it??"

"Nothing I wasn't... already doing... myself" Midnight wheezed as she lifted her head from the the empty trough, her face covered in lard and gravy as she had attempted to lick it clean. "Why? What do... you think he's... doing to me?" She could feel Wildcard, Valiant when he was in disguise, untying the cords that held in place as she wheezed, her flab oozing back into its natural shapeless blob.

Midnight, if she was able to see, would note that the management mare was a heavyweight one herself, and she was... horrified beyond words looking at Midnight. Comparing her own weight problems with Midnight... Celestia above, she made a mental promise to get on a proper diet right now.

She looked physically ill, in fact, and noticed that Valiant was untying her. "W-Wait, is this some kind of joke? You can't bring tha... you can't bring her inside! She needs a... a doctor, or something!"

Midnight's stomach growled, and the mare looked about ready to lose her lunch. "How can you possibly be hungry?!? What's wrong with you?!?" she exclaimed, losing her cool quite openly as she stared at Midnight much like one might stare at a particularly gruesome trainwreck.

"Need more food... that's what's wrong..." Midnight wheezed as she tried to help Valiant twist her around so she was facing out the van. "You guys kept on... letting me have... 'All I Could Eat'... and now… now I need more." A single flabby hoof waved at the terrified mare who was backing away, a small crowd of petrified workers staring horrified at the exchange. "You left Canterlot... and I couldn't... get my fix." Her eyes locked onto the mare who was sweating buckets. Even if Midnight was lying about following the mare from Canterlot, this entire situation was insane enough without adding the potential media circus to a newly opened restaurant, and who knew what a blob like that would do if denied her food.

“Need my fix..." Midnight spoke as the manager took another step backwards, her stomach growling at the smell of food wafting out from the kitchen, and the ground shook beneath the van, sending ponies stumbling for their balance.

Valiant allowed Midnight to... pour herself out of the van, which was an apt description considering the sheer size of her body. Thankfully for her he had parked it with the sidewalk running around the buffet close, so she didn't have to descend too far on her sluggish exit. While she worked on that, Valiant spoke to the manager himself.

"You see, here's the deal. You let Midnight Blossom in, and you let her eat, or I am going to call the local paper and," his voice raised, so that Midnight could hear him better, "This entire town is going to know how you enabled a broken, food addicted, pig of a mare to bloat herself to the weight of a cow. How you overfed her, so desperate and greedy for business, until she ruined her own heath. How you allowed her to crush herself with growing fat from your greasy food until she needed a van just to get around."

Having said his lot, he magically reached behind Midnight and gave her a solid shove to get her massive body the rest of they way out of the van, and her body pooled on the sidewalk.

"Colts, if you're disgusted now you should probably go home before she starts eating- and do you know what I get out of this?" he directed to the manager, and then stepped back to kiss Midnight's fat face.

"I fucking love this broken-fatass and I'm going to make her even bigger."

The manager watched, her eyes wild and manic as the blob of a mare pulled herself forwards, one inch at a time, like some sort of giant, furry slug. Sweat poured off of Midnight, leaving a damp trail across the dusty ground, as it allowed her to ooze forwards while she wheezed and gasped for breath. The journey was laboriously slow, even with Wildcard pushing her along, and forcing several staff to help him with a mixture of threats, and promises that the quicker they got Midnight in the quicker they'd get her out.

Eventually they managed to squeeze the bloated mare through the main doors, even as her flab bunched up around the double door’s frame, splintering the wood, and cracking the stone as she was forced through by a group of six restaurant staff, and was almost poured into a booth by Valiant's magic, before she was pulled out, the table removed so she could actually fit, and the entire manoeuvre was repeated.

All to the audience of the few ponies who had come to see the new buffet's opening, and try out any food that was in the going before passing back to their friends just how good it was.

They were going to have a different story to tell as they watched Midnight's fat slowly settle, 'Valiant' patting her side forcing it to continue wobbling and shaking, as her stomach groaned and grumbled with hunger.

Wildcard was exhausted by the effort required to get Midnight into her booth. The sheer weight of the mare was such that her blobbishly fattened belly poured into the area the table used to be, and her fat back, rear end, and otherwise useless rear legs filled the seating area even as she crushed it slightly. It was never more apparent how far she had gone than it was now, as she was utterly incapable of being contained by furniture made for a normal pony.

They, at the moment, had an audience. A few dozen ponies that had come for the opening, and were now presented with the fattest mare in Equestria. She was like a walking testament to what poor eating could do to someone in extremes, and it had a unique effect.

Firstly, everypony that was even partially overweight fled the scene like they had seen into the gates of Tartarus, some of them leaving whole meals untouched on the way out (meals that Wildcard was busy collecting for Midnight's starting course). The second effect was that those that remained... watched. Some were disturbed, some disgusted, but they were all unable to look away even as the fearful manager paced back and forth in the background.

Midnight's body rumbled, a broken hunger pervading her even as she wheezed from her fat crushing her lungs, and the first plate of food—a stack of pancakes some fatty was going to use for brunch—was dropped onto the surface of Midnight's belly.

"Ready to break some records, Midnight?"

"Always ready... to break something... furniture... doorways... me..." The bat pony wheezed out as she slowly licked her lips. Her slitted eyes were locked on the plate that was set down in front of her as she tried and strained to reach over with her hooves. Gasping and wheezing as she openly tried to reach the cutlery that Wildcard had placed on her stomach as if he was actually serving the meal on a table, rather than balancing the whole thing on her gut. "Can't reach the... fork or knife... though. Do you mind if... I don't use them... and just make... a mess of... myself" She spoke as she leant forwards, the final words were almost muffled as her two front fangs caught the edge of pancake and started to drag it into her maw.

"'s good, mmph, could use some, ulp, syrup though." She spoke messily through her first mouthful, small flecks of chewed dough escaping from her mouth as she did.

"Pigs don't use cutlery," Wildcard spoke, mindful of the eyes on him and his mare. "You're an animal, Midnight. A broken food-addicted animal."

The eyes on them were all staring, and Wildcard found it easy to distinguish those that had a closet fetish for this—perhaps only realizing it now—and those that were disgusted and watching this like one might a trainwreck. All while the manager watched, before she suddenly seemed to get an idea, darting off into the buffet’s kitchen. Wildcard shrugged, and reached over to push that pancake into Midnight's mouth. In doing so he also sprayed an entire bottle of syrup into her mouth, and kept pouring it in as she swallowed.

"Go on, piggy. Tell them all what it's like being you. So heavy, so weighed down by all your fat, always hungry... never able to stop. It's killing you, you know," Wildcard said, his voice bold and loud as he went on, disgusting some and arousing others. "But you can't stop. You won't stop."

"It's so good." Midnight groaned as she snagged another pancake and slowly dragged it into her mouth, like a snake slowly swallowing a rat. "It's like I... don't have to... care... I can just... eat an' eat... an' eat... Even as my... body creaks... and begs me... to stop… even as… my own weight… crushes me… even as… I can’t… breathe... 'cause I... love eating… being fat… being a pig..." Another pause, another pancake as Midnight's eyes swept over the assembled crowd, squinted at the ponies who were either staring at her face disgusted, or gazing at her body enraptured.

"I love it... 'cause it makes me... feel good... There ain't anything... bigger... or sexier... than me... and I want... to make more... of me... I want to be... a whale... I want to... never stop... eating... growing bigger... fatter... unhealthier..." Midnight's stomach gurgled and a belch, reeking of the milk and slop that she had already forced into her stomach for her "breakfast" ripped out of her mouth, sending her entire gelatinous body jiggling and wobbling as it crashed against each and every surface she had been forced to press against. "Sexier... Not until... I can't move... can't breath... can't do anything... but eat... and grow."

Some of the 'train wreck' sorts had begun to leave by this point, too overwhelming disgusted by Midnight to remain. The fetishists however, they stayed, and soon enough the manager made her re-appearance while Wildcard was busy shovelling plates of eggs, bacon, and other discarded brunches into Midnight.

"You want food, right?" she spoke, and swept into the room with a surprising confidence. "Then have all the food you can have, you fucking pig. God, how do you even live with yourself?" the mare continued, perhaps some self-loathing at her own weight playing into her words.

She was obviously angered, and had come in with a series of tables. It looked like she had dumped everything they had for the day into a deep fryer. Wildcard keyed into her stupid 'plan' quickly, she was attempting to murder Midnight Blossom. Which was foolish, if Midnight died here they'd be stuck having to explain this to the police and reporters.

Wildcard turned to Midnight, who had just a few leftover plates remaining on her gurgling, obese, sack of a gut. "Well, Midnight, that sounds like a good offer to me, how does it sound to you?"

It was not, to any reasonable pony, a good offer. That food wasn't even really food, she'd simply dumped everything in the frier so that Midnight would either be so disgusted by it she would quit, or she would eat it and just die. She literally deep fried the dessert cakes, the salads, even things already fried. Deep fried steak? There you had it.

Neither Wildcard or Midnight were reasonable ponies.

Midnight drooled as her eyes tracked over the table, her mouth still chewing lazily on the last piece of bacon before she gave a final audible swallow, and fixed the manager with one eye. Her purple irises seeming to glow slightly in the buffet's dim lighting.

"That sounds... like a... fantastic offer..." She wheezed to the disguised changeling as Wildcard started to levitate platters that would feed families of five for days onto her gut.. "But I hope.... you've got... more in... the back 'cause... that lot... ain't even a... starter."

The moment she was done speaking she pushed her head as far as it would go, latching her fangs onto an entire ham that had been deep-fried, the cheap, oily batter crunching under her fangs as she chewed through the meat, slowly stripping it from around the bone, before, without taking her eyes from the seething manager, she bit cleanly through the bone. The solid mass cracking under her teeth as she chewed slowly, before gulping it down.

"I mean... you wouldn't want... me to still be... hungry once you're... out of food right? I'd have to... start going raw..."

The manager fumed, and Wildcard was soon surprised enough that he nearly shifted out of his disguise when he was pushed aside by her. She came forward with speed unmatched in a mare of that weight, and nearly lept on Midnight to push that ham into her face with vengeful force.

"Why do you..." she spoke, and paused to draw in breath, "Get to live like this and not feel bad about it? WHY AREN'T YOU ASHAMED!?"

The ham went down Midnight’s throat, but she simply continued, reaching out haphazardly and jamming whatever her hooves found into Midnight Blossom's open mouth. The crowd gasped audibly as the manager apparently snapped, and—in her mind at least—started trying to outright kill Midnight via disgustingly greasy food. The fire in her eyes and force to her movements was even more evidence of her darker purpose here, and Wildcard simply enabled it by shifting food and ensuring she always had something in reach.

Midnight blinked as the mare straddled her chest, although surprise wasn't really in the cards. This had happened once or twice before and it was one of her favourite reactions to whenever she flaunted herself in front of other ponies.

Those who had had to repress themselves, those who had dealt with the shame and let it get to them. Those ponies who just couldn't stay the course. The horrible, disgusting, gluttonous, unending course.

One pony in the crowd eventually spoke up, apparently having found themselves disturbed enough to be obligated into some sort of action. "H-Hey, slow down, I don't think she can breathe! I think she needs an ambulance."

Leaning back against her own flab, she tried slowly to open her throat wider as the mare shoved whole deep fried turnips and battered cakes down her throat. Forcing herself to take long slow breaths as her lungs screamed for oxygen between each wave of the manager's frenzied assault. Although it wasn't long before her vision started to blur, and she could feel a burning in her chest that had nothing to do with her constant indigestion, or her thudding heart.

"Stop it, she's dying!" The same stallion, a rather large one that looked like actually could put a stop to things if he tried, declared as he pushed through the crowd. He was spurred into action, but the whole situation would soon change in a literal flash as Wildcard drew his ace up his sleeve.

Soon enough, the stallion was staring in the blue eyes of a changeling, and the entire crowd gasped once again. Wildcard himself hadn't quite realized until now, but having Midnight around had done wonders for his health and strength. Which was rather ironic, come to think of it.

The changeling hissed at the stallion, "Don't you dare. Midnight eats, and every single one of you perverts is going to either walk away from here and tell your friends about this disgusting slob of a bat pony eating herself to death, or you're going to help."

Wildcard glanced back at Midnight, and noticed she was starting to pale more so than usual.
"... you can start by getting me some aspirin."

Midnight was only barely listening to the sounds going on around her. The constant eating was more important, and she could feel her lungs screamed at her to stop and breath, even as she just let her newest involuntary feeder vent her rage against Midnight's lack of restraint.

If she had been paying attention she would've heard the cracking of the floor as tiles started to splinter under her weight, she might've felt the shuddering of the booth seat at her back as it slowly bowed out under her sheer mass which just kept growing, she might've even been able to see the slowly growing spider web of cracks that was spreading through the window where her boulder of a gut was pressed up against it, the wobbling, jiggling mass constantly crashing into the poor glass with predictable results.

She didn't listen though, she couldn't, all her attention was on simply eating and surviving as the mare refused to stop. Her hooves coated with grease and Midnight's saliva as she jammed meal after meal into the bat pony's groaning stomach.

The manager was venting an entire lifetime of frustration at Midnight, and her willingness to swallow anything she jammed into her face was just making matters all the worse. "Why won't you stop?!!?" she'd exclaim, repeatedly. "You're sick, you're obese, you can't even breathe! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, PIG!"

One easily got the sense she was repeating insults levelled at her, and she didn't even notice that Midnight was having a coronary. She was shaking, gasping, and her vision was fading. The poor bat pony was dying, and using the last efforts of her body to swallow more of the deep fried, calorie laden, cholesterol coated food that was killing her.

Thankfully, Equestria had both magic and medical science. The last death due to obesity was hundreds of years ago, and if one was willing to abuse both of those, like Wildcard certainly was, well...

Midnight soon tasted something rather strange as she swallowed a deep-fried slice of apple pie that Wildcard had mashed a dozen aspirin tablets into. It would however take a few minutes to work, and until then she would simply have to deal with the pain of her overfull and massive body and will herself to survive.

The food the manager had brought through was growing scarce, by this point, and the furious mare’s energy was starting to fade. If Midnight could keep herself alive she would soon win. Wildcard had control of the situation otherwise, and was gleefully using his newly empowered magic to turn the crowd into willing drones that shuffled off to the kitchen.

Midnight could feel the lessening of the weight on her gut as the manager reached back, her hoof grasping blindly as she searched for something more to jam into Midnight's gut, the morbidly obese blob of a mare taking the few second of reprieve to wheeze like a bellows, her breath almost pulling the manager forwards with the sheer force of her inhalation, before her lips parted and she belched.

It wasn't noise, it was far too solid for that. All the air that had been mixed with the unrelenting flow of food being shoved down her throat needed out, and it came out with a force that would rival the strongest of earth pony bucks. The manager was blasted back from her perch on Midnight, and flung to safety away from the cascading mountain of flab that she had helped make.

Midnight’s cheeks wobbled, her body trembled, the floor underneath her shook against its foundations, and the booth chair she was sitting on shattered, splinters of wood, and shards of buckled metal flying out across the restaurant behind in a cloud of stinging shrapnel, propelled by her mass as it crashed to the ground with the noise of a meteor falling from the heavens.

Wildcard approached, casually and in his natural form, and pressed himself into her billowing fat so he could tilt her 'chin' and gaze into Midnight's beautiful eyes. "Midnight Blossom, what's it like being the fattest—and sexiest—mare in Equestria?"

Midnight could barely breathe, let alone speak, her lungs fighting for all the air they could get through the crush of her stretched and swollen stomach, and the weight of her fat encrusted back, but she somehow managed to respond, drool and vomit dribbling from her mouth as she did. “Like… I’m… being...crushed… under… all... the… food… I’ve… ever… eaten.”

The manager herself was soon overcome by Wildcard’s magical manipulations, and stepped aside as those he had sent into the kitchen exited, carrying the contents of the pantry. The changeling gave Midnight some time to breathe and relax first. The overfed bat pony would soon realize just how painful everything was, and while the drugs soothed her pain, she had nearly died. Without Wildcard, she would be dead. She finally reached the point her whole life had been leading to, the culmination of her greed, but thanks to the changeling, she didn't have to stop here.

"Dessert?"

"Don't... ask...me..." Midnight wheezed, her entire coat had paled throughout the manager's furious stuffing, leaving her looking as though the colour had been sucked out of her everywhere but the angry, red stretch marks that criss-crossed her gut, the angry flesh almost glowing like hellish embers as Midnight's stomach rumbled, glorped, and gurgled. Her body straining desperately as it tried to digest the buffet line that had been forced into it.

A strain that would've outright killed lesser ponies, and had come eerily close to killing her, even if she was unaware of just how narrowly she had avoided oozing off her mortal coil.

"Feed... me!" She groaned as Wildcard hefted the first cheesecake to her face, and just let her mouth hang open as bile and drool dripped from her lips. What little resistance her ailing stomach muscles could muster forcing a small, but steady stream of vomit from her lips and onto her bloated and heaving chest.

Wildcard forced that cheesecake into her, and then put the conga line of ponies to work. They proceeded to just dump bags of sugar, flour, and chocolate bits into Midnight's mouth. The limiting factor here was her ability to swallow, which Wildcard used as a hedge against bursting her open. Hopefully, he figured, her ability to swallow wouldn't be enough to rupture her stomach.

At least that was the tentative plan, but damn did it certainly seem like she would burst herself if she could. The line continued as long as Midnight was swallowing, and her body became covered in chocolate and sugar alongside the other food as things progressed. As one Lunar Princess might note, Midnight really was living the dream now.

It took another half a hour of having more food... no this wasn't even food, the kitchen had run out of food hours ago, these were raw ingredients. Bottles of ketchup, bags of sugar, cooking oil, the alcohol that was far too strong for drinking and only used for adding flavour to meals, tartarus Midnight was fairly certain at one point a pony had just held a draining pan full of fryer grease to her lips and watched blankly as she bullied her throat muscles into contracting enough that she could chug it down. The grease mixing with acrid bile as it spilled out of her mouth and coated the front of her torso.

Although, eventually, enough was enough, and even with her interminable appetite, her body was full to the brim. Food and vomit pouring out of her mouth even as more was forced past her lips in a futile attempt to find some last bit of space in her creaking stomach.

Her flesh screamed and she could barely breathe enough to stay conscious as she pathetically attempted to reach out for more, all but the very tips of her hooves buried under her own mass.

"Wild... card... can't.... fit... more... in me... need... to... force... it... in."

"You'd burst," Wildcard noted in return, and slapped his hoof to Midnight's swollen, and literally creaking, belly.

That alone was enough to force a bit of bile out of her mouth. Even her throat was swollen, and her body was making loud rumbling noises. She couldn't even belch at this point, her entire insides were saturated from top to bottom with a high-calorie mass of what could only laughably be called food. Even with the drugs, Midnight should be dead by all means, but whether it was her willpower or being a genetic freak, she held on.

The mind-controlled ponies were soon put to work again, and it took all ten of them to get Midnight out of the booth and push her along the floor. The double doors would never fit her body, but Wildcard had a solution. He simply blasted forth a wave of powerful magic and burst the walls outwards, and then the group was able to haul her body out.

Midnight groaned as she was marehandled across the sidewalk. Her abused body leaking precious mass as she tried to lift her hooves to her lips and hold them closed.

She had fought for all of this, and she would be damned if she was going to let it go, even if all she could do was wheeze pathically and squirm like a fly caught in a web as she was almost literally rolled down the pavement.

Jamming her into the truck was going to be quite something, and Wildcard was pretty thankful he had stolen one with a two-ton weight limit. He watched passively from behind as the ten ponies, with absolutely no regard for her comfort, slapped, pushed, and otherwise forced Midnight's body to fit into the relatively confined space. On the way she constantly released food, as her swollen body was manhandled like that. All the more sign, to Wildcard's delight, that she had been pushed to her utter limit.

"Wild... 'm leakin’... don’... wanna... lose..." Her cheeks turned green at a particularly forceful push, the group of mind controlled ponies turning overly aggressive as they tried to force her bulk into the truck. The bat pony squeezing her eyes and mouth shut, and wheezing shallowly through her nostrils, which started to leak with two thin streams of vomit as the truck squeezed down on her, the noise of her groaning stomach mixing with the shrieking suspension in a horrific orchestra of material pushed to its absolute limit.

They got her inside, and Wildcard entered the cab soon after. What a broken mare... her body was desperate for release and yet she held onto the toxic lake of calories inside herself like letting it go was the worst thing that could ever happen. Briefly, when he had passed her, Wildcard had thought of extending his control to her, but why would he have to? She was the ultimate form of fat fetish, there was nothing he could make her do that would be any better than she already was doing herself.

Of course, it was just Midnight's stomach's luck that he had a few things packed into the truck before they had departed Horseton, and Midnight could see this as they rumbled down the street and left a ruined buffet behind. A few sacks of sugar and flower, but also a substantial trove of stolen medical aid. Antacids, anti-nausea medication, and some very very powerful cholesterol drugs. This was combined with some more old fashioned and arcane remedies, mostly potions and such, and once Wildcard sat down to work things out he could mix these with Midnight's food to keep her woefully obese body alive and, more importantly, still gaining.

The thing she most noticed however was probably that the inside metal wall was a decent mirror, especially with the sun behind her, and Midnight was able to gaze on the most disgusting and hyper-obese mare to ever live. She was drenched in her own vomit, food, sugar, and little bits of chocolate. Pale, ill looking, and her heart kept jumping in her chest as it was two steps from having a second attack.

"Wild... iz... zat... me?" Midnight gazed at the mirror, the pain in her stomach and the bile in her throat almost forgotten as her eyes drank in the form in the mirror. Her front was liberally coated with bile, small chunks of semi-digested food falling from her heaving chest to land against the metal floor with plops that were barely audible over her strained gasping, the noise of the truck groaning as it started to roll forwards. She could barely smell anything over the reek of vomit in her nostrils, the acrid stench covering the heady cloud of musk that was almost pouring from her nethers.

"Iz... all... that... me?" All of that deathly pale flesh that was criss-crossed with furious stretch marks. All of that oozing, trembling blubber that pressed against the walls, metal creaking and groaning under the sheer mass of what it was trying to contain. All of that fat that suspended her barely visible, immobile hooves at least a foot from the floor while they squirmed lazily, trying to touch as much of herself as she could.

"'M... so... big... So... fat... Do... you... find... me... sexy... Wild?" She wheezed as a pill bottle rolled down from its pile, the familiar label of anti-cholesterol drugs, and blood thinners looking up at her almost judgmentally as she wheezed through her food encrusted mouth. "Do... you...wan'... me... or... do... you...want... more?"

It took a half hour to arrive at the farm, and in that time Midnight was left to swim in her own fat and feel the pain of her massively obese body. She had pushed herself to the point she should be dead, but wasn't, and she was entering uncharted territory at this point. Food addicted mares had existed, obese mares had existed, but no mare with Midnight's singular obsession had ever forced their body this far.

When they arrived, and Wildcard yanked her out of the truck with his powerful magic, she was dropped on the ground so that he could admire her. She was so obese and bloated that her eye level was actually higher than his, despite her being shorter by nature. Her breaths were coming in sharp heaving gasps, and her heart was spasming in her chest. Wildcard held a potion bottle in his magic, ready to intervene.

"Oh I find you sexy, Midnight. I've had fat mares before, but I've never had a mare as obsessed as you. You want to be a blob, don't you? Just an unthinking machine, consuming everything, and writhing in your own perverted pleasure."

He slapped a hoof into her chest, which was enough to spurn her into her second heart attack of the day. Wildcard however didn't stop it, keeping the potion to hoof and waiting for Midnight to beg for it. He was morbidly curious as to whether her own failing health turned her on as much as he thought.

Midnight could feel her body failing around her, the ends of her limbs had been growing numb for a while, but now she could feel the icy chill of death creeping through them, even beyond the sweltering heat of her own fat and sweat. It was almost too much and she moaned rapturously, her dock trying to twitch under the weight of her back fat while fluids dribbled down her inner thighs.

"'m... dying... Wild..." Each breath was a struggle as her heart beat wildly in her chest, thudding against her ribs without rhyme or reason, trying and failing to deliver her body the oxygen it needed. "'M... gonna... throw... m... shoes... right... here..." Her eyes had started to fog over again, the pale purple irises growing misty and unfocused as she tried to stare into Wildcard's own pupil-less blue eyes. "Ain't... eaten... 'nuff... Need... more... wanna... die... with... food... in... mouth..." She wheezed as her mouth fell open, no bile escaped this time though, her stomach simply didn't have the strength to push its contents out anymore and the stench of death hung on her wheezing breath like a chill miasma, even as the fat blob weakly moaned in pleasure.

Midnight could barely move as Wildcard shoved the neck of a potion bottle against her lips, the magical elixir tasting vaguely of mangoes as it drained down into her body.

"You think I'll let you get away that easily, Pignight?" The changeling growled as he loomed over her, his chitin gleaming and his horn sparking as he pulled in the sheer overwhelming amount of love and lust that was pouring off the bat pony. "You're mine, and I don't let my pigs break until they've reached at least two tons of pure, gluttonous, slovenly, fat."

He stalked behind her, wings buzzing as his nostrils drank in the musk that was pouring off of her, and the tip of his dick started to hang down between his legs. "Look at you, you're coated in your own filth. If I took you into the barn to weigh you now there'd be a stampede as the other cows tried to escape from your stench." A holed hoof came whistling down to crack against Midnight's mountainous plot. The impact sending flesh wobbling and jiggling even as the hoof started to sink into her rump before Wildcard pulled away, a leer of almost pure arousal on his face, as he finally finished his circuit of the mare, to come back to her face. Her lips still suckling greedily from the empty bottle.

"You," he spoke harshly, his hoof halting before he could prod her vomit stained chest, "need to be cleaned, like a good prize winning pig." He stepped back, his horn igniting before a hose crept up behind him, swaying like a snake as it drifting forwards. "Hope you don't mind a little bit of cold water, Pignight." He spoke as the hose bucked and writhed in his magical grip, a jet of crystal clear water splashing against Midnight's front as it washed away the first layer of caked on bile, hints of pale grey fur poking through the layers of vomit and food.

"'Cause we're going to be here a while"

It took maybe another hour of Wildcard walking around her, pushing the hose into all of Midnight's rolls of fat, up past the pillows of lard that had enclosed her hooves, down the space between her wings, and finally up between her plot cheeks, listening to the bat pony mare's moaning all the while before he finally announced her clean enough for now, and he stepped back to admire his work.

Midnight lay there, a shapeless blob of fat. It had taken so long to wash her in her entirety that her chest was already dry, and the amount of heat her body put out was making the parts of her that were still damp literally steam as the cold water evaporated from her body heat, leaving her fur fluffed up and frizzy. Her puffed up coat making her look even bigger than she was, even if it was just a drop in the ocean of lard that was Midnight at this point.

She oozed outwards across the ground, and no matter how she tried none of her hooves could reach anything other than more of herself, feeble limbs wiggling limply under their sleeves of adipose. Her stomach was larger than she had been when he had first met her, her triple chins, with a fourth on the way, hung low under her cheeks which sagged down enough that they were tickling the sides of her flabby neck. Both her wings had disappeared into her sides, and her tail was somewhere between her plot cheeks, although finding it was going to be a fun activity for the both of them.

All in all she was almost the perfect pig, there just needed to be more of her.

With the potion inside her, Midnight was allowed to relax and... enjoy herself. So was Wildcard, as his pig was cleaned of all the mess she had made today and the disgusting slurry was washed off and drained away into the ditch. That left the two together, and he quickly stepped up to her front and placed his forehooves into her chest fat.

"You're the most beautiful mare I've ever seen, Midnight Blossom," he spoke, and kissed her firmly on her fat lips.

The changeling had to actually buzz his wings slightly to raise up enough to kiss her like this, as her obesity combined with her stuffing had left her literally taller than he was. The quiet gurgling of her overtaxed stomach provided a backdrop, and Wildcard was fairly certain she was going to gain more than ten pounds today. Perhaps as much as thirty, or as little as fifteen- but more than any previous day, that was absolutely certain.

Wildcard soon crawled up on her chest properly and gazed into her eyes as he leaned against her, sinking into the luscious warm softness of her overwhelmingly heavy fat. The pain had gone, for now, and Midnight was given a lucid mind as she was able to enjoy simply being the fattest mare to ever live, and feel that lake of food inside her turned into more fat. No mare before had ever been this full, or this big, or even this heavy, but here she was. The cool breeze off the plains helped with the heat as well, and blew through her slightly damp body.

"Heaviest cow is four thousand pounds like I said before, Midnight. How long do you think until you break that record?"

Author's Note

So yeah... it begins.

And with this we've passed the midpoint of the story, only three more chapters and an epilogue to go.

I'm sure some of you are disappointed to hear that news, just remember Midnight lives on in your hearts.

'Cause she can't live with hers! *ba-dum-tish*