Under My Spell

by Liquid Savage

Rating: teen
Tags: Fetish, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 2250

You're the guest of a strange mare for the night, but you don't recall being invited... (Weight Gain)

You wake up in a strange house, where a strange mare has taken you in and made you her guest for the night. You don't know what's going on but...what's that smell...?

Just a quick little thing, since I felt like experimenting with 2nd person writing. Hope you enjoy!

Published 2018-03-30 17:50:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-30 17:50:07 UTC

Be My Guest~

Consciousness slowly returns to you, and you groan softly, assuming you'd been knocked out by something. But as you're quick to realise, you're not in any pain; in fact, you feel nicely warm and comfortable. You open your eyes and find yourself laying across a large, plush sofa, in what appears to be a living room. It's a very rustic room, with wooden furniture and quaint little knick knacks that give you the feeling this place is old, but still very much lived in.
As you get your wits about you, your other senses begin to pick things up. Your ears perk up as you hear the pleasant crackling of the lit fireplace by the wall, and from a doorway to the other side you can hear hooves clopping on a hard floor and the occasional clink of dishes, and you could swear you can also hear a faint bubbling. Your nose twitches as the delectable aroma of home baking wafts into it, reminding you of Sugarcube Corner back in Ponyville.

Putting two and two together, you guess that somepony's in the kitchen whipping something up, and you vaguely hope that you'll get a piece.

Slowly, you move yourself upright into a sitting position on the sofa, and take a look at it. Your eyes widen as you notice not only how big the seat is, but how far apart the rests are from each other. Your sofa at home can hold three ponies, but this one looks like it can hold double! You've only seen this kind of furniture in photos of rich ponies' homes in magazines.
What's weirder is, the armchair next to the fireplace is just normal-sized, though it looks just as comfortable. You begin to wonder just who the owner of this place could be, which raises another question - where are you?

"Oh good, you're awake!"

You jump slightly as the sudden voice from the doorway knocks you off your train of thought. You look and see a unicorn mare slowly walks into the room. Her coat is a dark grey and her long, slightly curled mane and tail are lavender, which all go well together. She's on the taller side, with a fetching trim figure. Her cutie mark is of a black cauldron with a lollipop sticking out of the purple liquid.
She sits down in front of you, her eyelids lowered to show her purple eyeshadow, and her gorgeous blue irises staring right at you.

Wait, 'gorgeous'? Where did that come from?

"Are you feeling okay, sweetie?" she asks, her voice warm and almost motherly. You feel like you could trust her with your deepest darkest secrets, but at the moment you just nod quietly. "You had quite a nasty spill outside, what happened?"
You blink slowly as you try to remember. All you recall, and can tell her, is you were wandering around the White Tail Woods, not expecting the deeper areas to get so dense with trees that the evening sky became totally blocked out. Your flashlight was no good either, since you had no idea whre the main trail was. Then when you sat on a log to try and figure something out, you started feeling dizzy, and the next thing you knew you were here.
"Goodness, that must have been terrifying," she says, putting a hoof over her mouth and then offering you a warm smile. "You're lucky I happened upon you on my evening walk. Well it's too dark to try heading home now, but you're more than welcome to stay the night."
Your heart flutters at the idea of spending more time with this beautiful mare, but you have to ask if she's sure it's okay.
"Of course, dear," she insists and puts her hoof on your head, gently stroking your mane. "No such thing as a burden in my home. Besides, I'd enjoy the company~" she adds with a wink that makes you feel a little flustered.

Your nose redirects your attention back to the delicious smell in the air, and your cheeks flush with warmth as your stomach lets out a desperate grumble, reminding you that you hadn't eaten for hours.
As you cover your middle with your hooves, the mare lets out a giggle. "I'm baking a little something, if you'd like some~"
Without thinking, you nod your head enthusiastically.
"It'll take a little longer till it's finished," she admits, but then her horn begins to glow a soft purple hue. "But, why don't you have a snack to tide you over~?"
With a quick flash of light, a platter of cupcakes appears before you, floating in the air. Each one is plump, flowing over the top of the paper cup, and topped with a lot of frosting, sprinkles and even a little cherry. The sweet, chocolate-tinted scent of the treats makes your mouth water as you stare at them.
The mare giggles and the platter moves toward you. "Help yourself, honey~"

You don't need told twice. The nearest cupcake is scooped up into your mouth. You freeze from taking the first chew, as an explosion of sweetness bursts onto your taste buds. Sugar, chocolate and frosting, sprinkles and the slight hint of cherry blend together to create what you think might be the greatest thing you’ve ever tasted in your life!

And you need more. You need all of them. Every last crumb.

You empty your mouth with a quick gulp, then repeat the process, albeit much faster, with the next cupcake. And then the next, and the next, and the next…

The next thing you know, the last paper cup is licked clean, and you feel a disappointment in your chest when you see there are no more treats on the platter.

“Goodness, you are hungry,” the mare chuckles warmly, her eyes glancing downward for a split moment before gazing back into yours, her smile growing a little wider. “How about a little something to wash it down~?”

Without thinking, you nod excitedly.

Within seconds, another flash of light brings forth a tall glass of chocolate milkshake, topped with a huge dollop of cream, curved straw sticking out on top. Licking your lips, you take a sip through the straw, and your body wriggles at how thick and creamy the frosted dessert is. Without even thinking, you toss the straw away and tip the glass, chugging it down in greedy gulps. The only thing that stops you from finishing the whole thing in one try is the sudden ache in your head, causing you to wince and groan.

But the mare is quick to put a hoof to your temple. “Oh dear, brain freeze?” she asks knowingly, her motherly tone unwavering. You feel warm inside, your chest fluttering from the attention, and you quickly notice the ache dulling away into nothing as quick as it arrived!

Though just as you thank her for the help, you notice something now that your head is cleared up. Is it just you, or does your stomach look…rounder? You put your hoof to it and watch as it sinks into layers of adipose you never noticed before. Were you always this chubby? Your legs look thicker too-

“Now then,” the mare speaks up, “you have some milkshake left, dear. Why don’t you finish it up while I check on your proper treat~?”

Your thoughts suddenly turn to the half-full glass, and you take it back into your hooves and chug what’s left while the mare trots back to the kitchen.

A deep belch comes out from you and you feel a warm flush on your cheeks from the sudden eruption. No response from the mare, so either she didn’t notice or she doesn’t mind.

Now that you have some time alone, and have nothing to eat - which bothers you more than it should for some reason - you turn your attention back to yourself. You look back at your stomach, giving it a soft pat with your hoof and watching the flab ripple across it like a stone hitting pond water. Did you just not notice before that you had put on a few pounds recently? You don’t think you’ve been overeating lately but...for some reason, whenever you try to think about it, your thoughts get foggy. Like the answer is obvious but something is stopping you from figuring it out.

“All done!” the mare calls from the kitchen, and you immediately turn your attention to her as she returns. Your jaw drops as you get a look at what she’s carrying in her magic; a thick chocolate cake, fudge oozing from between its three layers, icing dumped on top of it, and you can swear it’s big enough to fill a party of minotaurs!

She giggles and conjures a napkin to wipe your gaping mouth, which you just realise is getting soaked with drool. “I think somepony likes the view~ Well help yourself, sweetie.”

The next thing you notice, you’re lifting your head away from the massive dessert, chewing slowly and savouring the blend of chocolate, fudge and cream dancing around your taste buds. The thought to ask for any utensils, even just a fork, doesn’t even cross your mind; you want every crumb of this delicious inside you as soon as possible. You don’t care how you eat it up, as long as you eat it up. You even take to using your hooves to scoop big chunks of the stuff to cram into your mouth, moaning with pure bliss as each gulp slides heavenly past your gullet.

As you continue your glutting, you can sense a feeling of approval coming from the mare as she watches you enjoy yourself. Like she not only approves of you stuffing your face like you hadn’t eaten a thing in days, but it’s almost like she’s encouraging you to continue your slovenly behaviour, getting crumbs and fudge all over your face and hooves.

The next time you’re able to think, you’re sitting back against the couch, licking remains of cake off your hooves. A buzz of contentment runs through your body, and you don’t even care when you let out a loud, wet belch.

“Pardon you~” the mare giggles, getting up from her armchair and sauntering toward you. “Looks like you enjoyed your meal, hm~?”

You nod slowly and thank her for the delicious treat.

“And it’s done wonders for your looks too~” she adds.

You blink slowly, your brain starting to clear as you think about what she just said. What does she mean…?

And that’s when you notice the large, batter and crumb-covered dome of jiggling adipose in front of you, coloured like your coat.

You press a chocolate-coated hoof against the dome, making it indent as your limb sinks in deep and causing you to erupt with another burp. You lift your hoof back out and notice that it, along with the rest of your legs, are thicker, softer and heavier. A quick, swift move of your leg makes it jiggle and wobble for a second or two.

You blink as you notice a thick roll around the middle of your abdomen, acting like a divide leading to a fatter part of your belly.

A quick flash of magic turns your attention to the mare, only to see her holding a large mirror. In the reflection you see a pony’s face resembling your own; jaw agape, eyes wide and ears lowered. The only difference is your cheeks have grown into slightly sagging jowls, giving you the slightest squint and the edges of your mouth forced closer together. A slab of fat squishes below your chest, with the ghost of a second one beneath it.

Your mind races as it tries to piece all this together. How did you get so huge so quickly? You definitely haven’t been this fat before in your life! And what’s weirder is, you just ate every last crumb of a huge chocolate fudge cake. But what’s weird about that is...you still feel hungry!

“Don’t you look just precious~?” the mare coos, giving one of your jowls a soft stroke with her hoof. “Just as well you’re staying the night, I don’t think you’re fit to go anywhere right now, hm?” She smirks as she eyes up your bloated form.

In a sudden need to prove her wrong, you try to roll forward and off the couch. You groan and grunt, the flab hanging off your legs flapping as you wriggle your hooves. Beads of sweat creep down your forehead, but you don’t budge an inch from where you started, simply flopping back down into the deep couch.

Now you realise why this furniture is so huge. But why is this mare fattening you up like this? Is this like that story you heard as a foal about the two fillies who were taken in by a witch?

Your eyes widen with horror. A cottage in the middle of the woods, a mare living in it who’s overly nice to you, and now you’re too big and heavy to get off the couch…

“Well, now that you’re staying for a while,” the mare goes on, as calm and motherly as ever, “how about a quick snack before bed? I’m sure I can whip up a batch of cookies or two~”

You nod immediately, sending your chins jiggling. You could do with some cookies right now, especially with how sleepy you feel from all that cake...