The ranch had been so sleepy several months ago, but when Wildcard dragged Midnight down into his life, the buildings had slowly been growing livelier. From the bat pony's constant feeding pushing the animals into their own frenzies, mostly to avoid the wheezing, struggling bat pony that stunk of death and predators, to the ranch's newest occupants. Two ponies who had followed them from the broken buffet in Horseton, both kept under the heaviest mind control Wildcard could muster while he used them to do his manual labour. Everything from slopping out the pigs, feeding the chickens, milking the cows, to cleaning the equipment.

All so he could spend more of his time feeding Midnight.

The bat pony's appetite had only continued to grow since she had destroyed the buffet in Horseton. Now that she was medicated enough that she didn't have to be limited by her pain and the dwindling stock of potions could bring her back from the brink of total heart failure she had thrown hers... oozed herself into a whole new level of gluttony. Her mouth was never empty so long as she was awake, and her belly grumbled like an angry god at all hours of the day and night. Pale, stretch-marked skin, bubbling and churning as her overworked organs tried to survive the constant town-level feasts Wildcard was forcing into her.

It had been after one such feast the night before that Wildcard had had the two "ranch-hooves" drag Midnight onto the scale in the barn. The bat pony falling asleep to Wildcard's words even as her bulging stomach creaked underneath her, and steady streams of slop, saliva, and bile leaked down her increasing number of chins.

"You just stay right there, and you can tell me how much of you there is in the morning, when you're ready for another feast."

Midnight Blossom was by this point easily the heaviest mare in Equestria. Even Celestia or Luna at their most hedonistic in times long gone by had never equalled Midnight for her sheer obsession with weight. Nor was any other broken food addict able to come close, since any such pony would have long since succumbed to the effects of weighing more than a cow despite being shorter than the average pony. The sheer crushing weight of her adipose alone would give her problems, and her awful diet only amplified it all.

Wildcard knew full well that she was on borrowed time at this point. Without potions and medication, she would be dead within hours. She was barely even alive as it was, more just a sack of slowly growing fat only living in the most technical of terms. That's what he had turned her into—he had enabled her to become this. He had done this, and it was his masterpiece.

He dreamed of her, Midnight dreamed of herself, and these dreams caught the attention of a certain Princess that had remembered the reports of a missing mare in Canterlot. The lunar alicorn making her own plans for what was to come, but for now she was content to plan and wait as the sun rose and ponies faded from the realm of dreams.

Wildcard was awoken in the early morning light by one of the ranch hooves, the changeling had gotten so powerful from Midnight that he was able to control their minds even when asleep, and his power over them was absolute. Thankfully for Midnight he hadn't realized yet he could simply have a harem, and she received his sexual attention for herself and her alone.

"Midnight wants you," the stallion spoke, his tone utterly without emotion.

Wildcard yawned as he was roused, before speaking blearily, "I'm sure she does." He was in the barn a few minutes later. With a simple gesture, Midnight had a syringe of fluid jammed into what one could assume was her ass, given that it was a roll of fat on the other end of her from her head, and this would soothe the pain, quiet her stomach, and give her some more energy—for a time. If she wanted to talk, it was best she actually be able to.

"What is it, Midnight?”Wildcard yawned as he spoke, “I hate getting up early..."

"Wild... Wild... look at... the scale... Wild." Even empty now, she could barely string two words together clearly. He lungs were constantly being crushed by the sheer mass of her body, and her vocal cords were pressed together tightly enough to drop her voice half an octave, turning everything she said into a slurred rumble. The effect making it sound more like her rumbling stomach was speaking for her rather than her actual voice. "'m two thou... five ten three, Wild." The faintest hint of motion came from her rump as she feebly attempted to shift her hips and set her plot cheeks wobbling like a mountain of jello.

"Can't touch... the ground..." Another rumble echoed out from the bat pony, as the metal underneath her quietly creaked. "No matter... what I doooo." Her hooves, only the very tips of them still visible through her swollen body strained to move, reached to the hay-strewn, dirt packed barn floor, but all they met was more of Midnight. "'m empty... Wild, 'n I can't... touch the... ground... So biiiiiig."

"Biggest mare to ever die," Wildcard teased, and stepped up to slap his forehooves on Midnight and lever himself up.

The massive pile of fat that she was, however, he still wasn't as high as her head was even as he stood on his rear hooves. "What does that feel like, Midnight? You're the second heaviest cow I own, and I can only imagine how much it hurts to be you."

His wings buzzed to give him some extra lift, and he leaned over her fat face, admiring her for a moment before he moved in a slow circle around her massive body, and then slapped himself down behind her with his rear hooves on the bloat of her fat that flowed behind her, and his forehooves on what was assumed to be her ass.

Midnight was about to get some loving, but more for Wildcard's sake than hers, the changeling wondering if she could even feel it?

"So heavy... I can barely... breathe, Wild..." She moaned as her weight redistributed itself beneath Wildcard's body, points of pressure pushing against her lungs, her heart, and her stomach, which gurgled quietly in the background, waiting to be awoken for its next feast. "'S like... 'm drowin'... and instead of... tryin' to swim... 'm tryin' to... drink what... 'm drownin' in..." She moaned as she felt Wildcard part her plot cheeks, the cool air rushing in to fill the hot cavern of her rump now that it was opened, and the scent of her arousal flooded out.

"Need to... be bigger... Wild... need to be... swollen..." Wildcard saw the lump of flesh that used to be her dock twitch, sending waves through her jiggling rump. "Fill me up... you big... bad... bug..."

Wildcard snorted, "I'm fucking evil Midnight. Don't you see what I did? I played on your addiction..."

Wildcard wiggled forward and spread the oceanic plot cheeks to work his way inside. "... I enabled you, I made you get worse and worse just so I could get my rocks off- and I made you into a dying mare. I'm killing you, Midnight, I'm killing you just so I can see how far I can push you."

"So?... I wanted this..." Midnight gasped and moaned as she felt Wildcard line himself up, the tip of his cock prodding against her dripping lips before he shoved himself inside her. "I... wanted... to be... bigger... than my room... bigger than... my parent's... house..." Her words were growing disjointed as she panted, her tongue starting to loll from her mouth. "Bigger than... Canterlot... Castle... "

Midnight’s words were cut off as Wildcard thrust his thick stallionhood inside Midnight's buried marehood, his magic picking up a hose which he plugged into her face before levitating a potion bottle over to himself. "Midnight, do you know how a male enhancement potion works? The more magic you have, the more you produce."

He quickly chugged the small quart of fluid, and then tossed it aside before starting to fuck Midnight roughly. She was like an enormous overfilled exercise ball swollen with jello, and he was going to make damned good use of it.

After all, Wildcard had a lot of magic potential.

The impact of Wildcard's hips against her flesh was causing her body to wobble, Midnight's jiggling flab picking up speed as the rhythmic thrusts increased in force and tempo, while her stomach's growling started to grow in volume. Wildcard only fucked her when she was being a good pig, and that meant stuffing her fat, fucking, face. So much so that her appetite and arousal were permanently linked at this point.

"Knew... I'd... I'd die... doing it... but... doing who... I love..." She wheezed around the hose in her mouth as her body tried to spasm, and the tip of her tail flicked about inside the prison of fat it had become permanently lost in. "Goooood... way to... die..."

"You dumb, fat, broken pile of lard. Gonna die before you turn twenty, aren't you? Nineteen years old and nineteen tons..."

Wildcard certainly wanted it too, and he fucked her roughly like she was nothing but a perverted and rather specialized sex toy. His thrusting didn't last altogether that long, actually, as the effects of that potion were almost immediate and soon he gasped out loudly and jammed himself deep inside her. Midnight had a hose of milk at one end, a hose of green changeling cum at the other, and they seemed to be competing to try and see which would burst her open first.

Midnight’s mouth latched on to the hose of milk, suckling it furiously enough that it almost continued to slither down her throat, threatening to pump directly into her stomach, the blazing green light of Wildcard's magic the only thing holding it in place. And she groaned, the tone of her utterances turning from aroused to ecstatic as she felt Wildcard plunge his hips against her, his cock pushing her tunnel open with each dominating thrust, while the rich, thick, fatty milk of the two ton cow that had finally been returned oozed down her throat.

It had been her reward for breaking the first ton, Wildcard had strapped a hose directly to the cow’s udder and given Midnight the other end. And she had only stopped drinking when her stomach was creaking and groaning like the sail of a ship in a storm.

That was nothing compared to being filled from both ends.

She could feel her womb struggling to cope with the literal flood of cum that was coming from Wildcard, his cock hosing down her insides, and bloating her from behind, while her stomach slowly filled, the ever pervasive organ crushing her lungs and heart, and trying to crush her womb as the two sacks of fluids pressed against each other, neither organ giving way as they were slowly, inexorably filled.

Wildcard was... different for the moment. He felt almost totally in control with the amount of magic pouring into and out of him. He could almost feel Midnight's body like she did, but without any pain or weight. Like he could sense where her limits were, and know exactly how far to go to bring her to her limits, which was exactly what he did. He used his own magic to ram that hose down Midnight's throat so she didn't even have to swallow, and filled her womb with his own sticky green fluid.

For an entire half hour the two pumps flowed into her, with the milk pump being far high intensity while he managed things so that her body would come to that climactic point of pressure at the same time for both ends. Once he felt it coming, he pushed just a quart or so over the line, leaving Midnight in danger of actually ripping open, and then released.

Milk shot out of her mouth, green cum shot out of her marehood, and the swollen sack of fat was left writhing in the ocean of her own body as she was swollen to her literal physical limits. Wildcard didn't even dare slap her, so much was she at the limit, and the dial read 3,000 even.

Midnight was barely capable of speech, barely even capable of moaning as she gasped and wheezed for each shallow breath. She felt like she had been used, like she was just a dumping ground, like she had simply been there to slake Wildcard's urges, and she felt good.

She could feel the green cum bubbling out of her lips, the fizzy green liquid trailing down her thighs, matting her fur down to her skin as it dribbled out of her, just like she could feel milk and drool leaking from her lips. The twin pressures on her body forcing her load out of her despite her feeble efforts to clench her useless and atrophied muscles.

"Wild... that... can't... be... all... Coat me... show... me... who... turned... Midnight... into... Pignight..." Her mouth was hanging open between each word, her she could almost hear the cows struggling to get out of the barn as the scent of death lingered in the air. "Show... me...who... turned... me... into... a whale..."

Wildcard buzzed around to face her, and then leaned over Midnight's fat face. "I did, and I'm not stopping here," he spoke, and as an idea flew into his mind he gestured over to the 'hired help'.

"Clean this thing, I'm going to invite a friend over for lunch," Wildcard commanded the two ponies, stalking out of the barn and leaving Midnight under their ‘care’.

They weren't gentle cleaning her, the mind-controlled stallions roughly cleaning between her massive folds and cheeks, their hooves pinching her fat and leaving heavy bruises underneath her coat. Their core order wasn't to be gentle with her, their orders were to keep her alive and the farm clean. Thusly Midnight was kept medicated and consumed a few potions from a stock that was starting to get rather low.

While he was away, those two apathetic stallions ignored her needs and pains, and only applied the potions when she was shuddering and gasping—the bat pony teenager moments from dying yet again.

Wildcard returned an hour later, throwing the doors open so the sun could enter, and Midnight was greeted by the slack-jawed face of a rather fat zebra. The undisguised changeling grinning broadly beside her, "Yeah, I told you I found the perfect feedee."

"I cannot believe my eyes, to see a pony this big is a surprise." Midnight just lay there, suckling from the milk hose as she watched from the corner of her dwindling vision as both Wildcard and the Zebra approached her.

"You might... wanna think... about tha'..." The bat pony wheezed as she let the hose droop from her mouth, dribbling a trail of milk down her chest. "Gonna be... bigger... soon... much... bigger..." She groaned as she felt both non-ponies' hooves prod her flab. One hoof harsh and forceful, while the zebra was far more reverent in her touch. Her hoof gliding across Midnight's flesh, sinking deep into her rolls, as her eyes grew wider, and her mouth started to hang open. The sheer scale of the blob that was Midnight sinking in as her hooves sank into the bat pony, before she turned to Wildcard, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Wildcard, my shifting friend, tell Zamboni how you brought this pony to such an end."

Wildcard rolled his eyes, "Zamboni, I understand the rhyming is cultural, but you don't need to force it so much," Wildcard spoke, and stepped up the zebra mare. He pulled her away from Midnight and slapped a hoof to the zebras own obese belly.

"Now, Midnight, meet my good friend Zamboni."

The zebra shuddered at the touch, but bowed slightly as was customary anyway. Wildcard certainly had gotten.... aggressive lately, and she figured this explained why. The sheer energy that massive bat pony must be pouring into him was insane.

" Zamboni, meet Midnight Blossom. Fattest mare to ever live, and she's such a broken pig that I'm almost running out of the potions that are keeping her alive. That's why I brought you here,” Wildcard leaned closer to the mountainous bat pony, his voice low and intense. “I want to make her fatter."

The zebra glanced from Wildcard to Midnight, and stared at her. She had expected this was the result of a potion gone wrong or a long hedonistic rampage and this mare wanted to return to a more sane size, Zamboni herself had been in that position. Why would anyone, after all, willingly eat themselves to death?

"Noo..." she spoke, and stepped back up to Midnight and slapped her hooves into that fat. "That's not even possible..."

Her fat was so soft, and Zamboni bit her lip as her hooves wandered over Midnight’s chest. Oh how she would love to be that soft, without the obvious consequences.

"Yes it... is..." Midnight moaned as the zebra pushed her hooves into Midnight's flab, her chest rolls parting enough for the Zebra’s forelegs to start sinking into her. "I got... here... I'm gonna... be bigger..." Her head strained to reach down, and Zamboni could feel the warm, fetid air wafting from Midnight's mouth, the stench of digestion leaking out with each breath. "You're gonna... make me... bigger... or 'm gonna... roll over... on you..." Midnight shifted her weight as much as she could. The effort barely enough to make her gelatinous body wobble and shake, but just enough to push the Zebra's hooves a little deeper, until they were sunken in up to the striped mare's shoulders.

"You'll be... trapped... underneath all... of this..." Both mares moaned quietly at the thought, Zamboni's eyes growing slightly fogged at the thought of simply being that big, while Midnight was watching Wildcard in the background as the changeling stepped up behind the zebra and used his magic to push her forward until she had her snout pressed up against Midnight's barrel. "Feelin' me... growin' bigger... fatter... heavier... with no... way out... from under me..."

"Or you... can help... me grow..." Midnight spoke as Wildcard slowly dragged the zebra away. Zamboni’s pale yellow eyes still fogged over with a lust that had nothing to do with sex, her desire for more growing as she lost contact with the physical embodiment of fat. The goddess of pure, endless gluttony while Midnight's eyes glowed pale purple, boring into Zamboni's. "'m not big... enough yet... you can make... me bigger... can't you?"

Zamboni felt herself... driven. She had always wanted to be fatter than she was, to gain weight infinitely, but of course she wanted to keep herself relatively healthy. She wasn't in good shape, no two ways around that, but she wasn't deathly ill either and could easily live to a ripe old age comfortably even if she wasn't going to outrun any manticores.

Midnight... Midnight was a mass, she was unstoppable. All the chains of societal norms had been thrown off, she was the sheer embodiment of fat fetish and absolute hedonism given form. Wildcard was surprised by how quickly she took to this, as some unseen force boosted Zamboni's desires to the forefront.

"Zamboni, I need you to..." Wildcard trailed off, clearly Zamboni was lost in her own world, and they seemed to be on the same page anyway.

"Midnight Blossom..." Zamboni started, and stepped up to her, soon crawling up on her as she eyed Midnight with a lecherous fire. "You are going to grow Midnight."

She glanced back to Wildcard, and sunk into the fat as she did. "I need...."

What followed was a long and very specific list of alchemical ingredients and some literal chemicals. Wildcard had absolutely no idea what the hell she needed arsenic for, but if she was going to poison Midnight that seemed stupid, better to just let her sit for an hour and die by her own hooves.

Zamboni and Midnight were left alone while Wildcard and his help collected those ingredients, and returned a half hour later to a Midnight Blossom once again in the throes of nearing death. Something that Zamboni herself watched wistfully, taking in every wheeze, every cough, every shudder- imagining it was her. Imagining herself as this dying blob of fat.

She didn't even stop rubbing her marehood when they returned, and coo'd softly once she released her juices on Midnight's front. "Don't bother with a pot, she's big enough I can mix it all in her... this is going to hurt, Midnight Blossom- but accept it. I can give you six full months of life, but beyond that..." The zebra didn’t bother to say anything more on that line of thought, the end result was painfully obvious to all three of them

Zamboni shrugged, "Just make sure I'm here when her face turns yellow. That will be the last day of her short life."

Midnight coughed and wheezed as the alchemy ingredients were shoved down her throat, the sensation of magic twisting around inside her as her gut churned the magical brew, which slowly started to seep into her flesh and bones, like tea leaves seeping in boiling water. The bat pony could almost feel it as the slow acting potion got to work, and her stomach gurgled with a renewed vigour.

"Six months... is more... than any... other doctor... ever gave me..." Her stomach churned, and a belch flew out past her lips, a cloud of green smoke that smelled of exotic flowers and medical chemicals tickling her tongue and nostrils as it left her. "Better pack... as much into... me as possible... while we've got... the time..."

Author's Note

Meet Zamboni the zebra witch-doctor.

Living proof that I am out of originality.