Manehatten MediTech

Chapters

Day 1 - Introductions
Day 8 - Stretching out
Day 54 - Attempted exercises
Day 97 - New faces and new stripes
Day 163 - The aftermath or The blobs go on parade

Day 1 - Introductions

It was Monday morning in the bustling streets of Manehatten. Thick sheets of rain pelted the concrete pavement and tarmac roads, soaking anypony not willing to wear any protection. One such an individual was standing motionless on the pavement, not caring that her fur was drenched as her mane and tail lay flat against her body. The mare gazed at the imposing structure that loomed overhead, stretching high into the clouded grey sky. The sign above the door was written in a bold font, proudly stating 'Manehatten MediTech' and below this was the company's slogan, 'Bringing you the future of science and medicine today!'.

Next to the door, upon a small laminated sign read 'Help wanted, apply within'. Sighing, the mare trotted up to the doors of the facility and gently pushed the door open. Closing the door behind herself, she found herself to be in a foyer of some kind. The walls were painted blue and white, with a small potted plant of some kind in the corner, a single purple flower on its stem.

"OK, here goes nothing..." She muttered to herself reassuringly. At the desk was a middle aged mare, who was looking at some papers on her desk. She was a sandy yellow with a deep brown mane, cut very short with one long braid trailing down the right side of her neck, laying against a lanyard wrapped around her neck. There was a small card at the end with her face and her cutie mark, a black rectangle with three circles inside connected by a series of white lines.

"Um... Hello, I'd like to apply for a job" she said quietly. Pausing, the mare behind the desk looked up at her, a smile on her features that fell a little as she saw the state of the mare in front of her. "Oh dear, you're absolutely soaked! You'll catch your death being that wet!" Lighting her horn in a dull blue aura, she picked up a towel from behind her, narrowly avoiding the computer monitor. "I was saving this to towel off from the gym later, but I see you need it more than I do." Taking the proffered item in her fore hoof, she rubbed it through her fur and mane, feeling a little more comfortable as her body no longer dripped water excessively onto the ground. "Thank you."

"Your welcome dear, now, about that job you asked about, I'm assuming that you were referring to the sign by the door, yes?" Nodding affirmatively, she glanced to a mirror on the wall behind the desk, and took a look at herself. Her aquamarine fur was still damp, but it would dry in the warm of the building. Her light green-blue eyes flicked up to her messy mane, the long emerald green hair splaying out this way and the other. Eyes flicking back to the desk mare she nodded. "Well I have to give some disclosure on the whole thing, you know, legal reasons and such." Pausing as she dropped down to open a cabinet below her, she pulled out a manilla file and drew some sheets out of it.

"OK, the ad refers to the use of test subjects to observe the effects of new products on actual living sapient beings. There's only so much computer modelling you can do, which is where ponies like you come in. The tests they subject you to are most likely life changing, in fact some of the experiments conducted will either have potential side effects and some will completely alter you in the nature of the test. If you want to back out now you have every right to do so. However, if you are unable to properly look after yourself after the test due to any complications that may arise, you are free to be accommodated here so we can look after you."

Placing the sheets in front of herself, the yellow mare pulled out a quill and ink jar. The blue mare tapped her hooves together as she processed the words the reception pony had mentioned. "I want to do it." A smile graced the mare behind the desk. "Well, if you're happy, then we can start to fill out these forms for your application." Dabbing the nib of the quill in the ink as she held the pen in her magic, she began her line of questioning.

"Name?"

"Lapis Lake" she replied, followed by the scratching of the quill on the paper. "That's a nice name" the receptionist paused for a moment. "My name is September Taurine, though you can call me Sept, or Tau, either or really." Dipping the tip back into the ink, she brought it to the box below.

"Age?"

"28." Another pause, with Sept turning the page.

"Place of residence, including street, building complex, and apartment number, assuming you live in Manehatten that is."
Lake tapped her hooves together and avoided eye contact for a couple of moments. "Well you see... I kinda, don't have a home..." There was a short gasp as Sept clasped a hoof to her mouth. "How long have you been without a home?"

"Oh, only a week. I've fallen on bad times as of lately. Only really had enough bits to subsist on the barest minimum of food, then my business kinda got punctured when the landlord jacked up the price for rent. I sold off my meagre possessions to try to pay it off, but ran out of things to sell, so I scraped together enough bits and I have been staying at a hostel quite close the here."

"That's, that's awful." Sept mumbled, small tears in her eyes. "So you decided that coming to Manehatten MediTech was your best option? Surely there was something better?" Shaking her head. "Not really, I only really had the skills to be a sole trader, working as an amateur Sodium Eel salespony was not the best use of my skills, I mean, I doubt it was my special talent, I don't even have my cutie mark yet, so I doubt it was the best use of my time."

"Sodium Eel salespony?" An incredulous look on Septs muzzle. "What did that entail." Sept was just jotting a couple of notes down on a separate sheet of lined paper. "Well, it's exactly as it sounds, selling Eels and Sodium. Oriental Ponies love the Eels and you get some demand for Sodium from various individuals. Now the trick is to isolate the Sodium from the Eels, otherwise the store may have burned down." Pausing, she took in a deep breath.

"That wasn't my first job either, I tried amateur budget seamstressing, I tried freelance painting, I tried being a tour guide. I've tried everything really."

"Well, why didn't you apply for work?" Sept probed, already knowing the answer.

"Who would hire a cutie markless individual? It doesn't matter what grades you got at school, if your cutie mark doesn't match your profession, then you don't get given the light of day." Lake spat out moodily, glaring down at her legs.

"Well, cheer up, because I have a small proposition for you. You know how I said that some tests may result in permanent residence at the facility." Lake gave a nod. "Well, I'll recommend that you are to be subjected to one of those, if you'd like. You don't have to pay for meals, accommodation is free and you will have plenty of staff and other subjects to get friendly with. So, what do you say?" Lake tapped the corner of her mouth, briefly, before her eyes snapped to the paper. "I'm in, where do I sign?" Sept smiled and flipped the paper around and gestured to a couple of boxes at the bottom of the page. Eagerly, Lake grabbed the quill in her teeth, scribbling her signature in the indicated boxes.

Horn lighting with magic, Sept clipped the paper to a wooden clipboard, the company name printed on the back in its signature blue and white. Opening a panel on the side of the reception desk, she exited it and trotted over to a small black box on the wall, which she pressed a hoof against after placing the small card she had on her lanyard against a scanner. "Can you send somepony down to reception? I've got a new test subject to take up to processing." Sept spoke into a small microphone on the side of the device. "Yes, yes, sooner rather than later would be preferable, thank you." Walking back over to Lake, she gestured it a hoof towards a pair of double doors. Together the two of them set off, Sept holding open a door for Lake to follow through.

Past the doors, everything was much less cheery. It still was a bright white, and had the occasional poster referring to cleanliness or some other subject. However, it just had the slight feeling of unease around it. Maybe it was the one flickering overhead light, or maybe it was that Pegasus stallion on a gurney who had muscles larger than most bodybuilders. Passing down the corridor, Lake noted the large number of other individuals going about their business. Mostly the ponies working the lab itself, with a number of lab coated individuals darting in and out of doors, carrying various instruments of some type. Glancing towards her guide, she noticed that they had stopped in front of a beech wood door, a metal plaque with the words 'processing' stamped on the middle. Pushing through the door, they entered a small room, well, small due to the amount of equipment in the room constricting walking space. Some of the kit was recognisable, such as a large scale, and a rack with various lengths of tape measure. However, some of it was simply unrecognisable to the ex Eel salespony as she sat on an exceptionally wide chair, easily large enough to fit almost three of her side by side.

Just then, the door was pushed open and an individual entered the room. He was another unicorn, light grey fur on his body, his lanky figure stretching up towards his dark grey mane, cut short in a professional looking manner, slicked down against his head. "Ah good morning September, how are you doing? I understand that you have procured a new hopeful for some testing, yes?" Trotting over to the doctor, she passed over the clip board with Lake's details. "How many times have I told you, Lab Set, call me Sept. You're my friend, you can drop formalities." Lab Set chuckled, a small glint of mischief in his eyes. "You know why? It's because you get flustered every time, and I think that it's cute." Placing a hoof over her mouth, Sept tried to cover a growing blush.

"Now, Miss Lapis Lake, we are going to take some measurements to gauge a baseline for any subsequent test. Please step onto that pad over there, if you could kindly do so." Standing up from her chair, Lake trotted to the pad, a 4 meter by 4 meter square metallic square sunk almost entirely into the ground. Stepping into the middle, she watched where Lab was tapping away at a small terminal. Sept gave her an encouraging smile as there was a flickering of the fluorescent overhead lights. A dull whining of electricity was heard, gradually being replaced by soft beeping sounds, finished by a short 'bip!' as it announced it was ready.

"Ok, this whole process will measure you in most aspects, your health, any injuries, your weight and other such useful data. Just try to remain as still as possible and this should be over fairly quickly." Just as he finished speaking, a metal arm covered in wires rose into the air, from this a thin red light shot out onto her legs. 3 more joined this on her back, head and stomach, and began moving backwards and forwards across her form, taking in every inch of her person. After a couple of minutes, the lights faded.

"What was all that?" Lake finally spoke, eyes darting around the retracting arms as they folded up against the wall. "That was a full body scanner, utilising some of the best Magi-Tech to give us a deep analysis of your body's composition. Now step off the plate and come take a seat." Lab gestured towards the overly massive chair. Carefully leaning back into the comfy padded seat, she expectantly looked at Lab, who was holding a small print out in his magic.

"Well, in terms of being healthy, you are perfectly fine. No sort of viral, bacterial, or fungi infections present. Aside from a few deeper burns and scars on your fore legs, you are in perfect health." Eyes flicking upward, he gave her a friendly smile. "How did you get those anyway?" Letting loose a nervous chuckle, she met his eyes. "Well, the burns are from when I got one of my first shipments of pure sodium and I decided to inspect it in the alley behind the shop. A clumsy handling of the jar the sodium was in, a spot of rainwater from above and yeah, it caught fire. The scars are just from when I was trying to sew. I mean, it's really hard controlling a needle to thread the thread with your mouth, try actually having to hold down fabric and then sew."

"Well anyway" Lab said, trying to steer the conversation back on topic. "In terms of fitness, however, you don't quite have a clean bill. You weigh 103 lbs, and have a BMI of 17, which classes you as being underweight." Tapping a pencil against the sheet, he thought for a couple of seconds, before picking up a clipboard on the wall. "Hmm, right, we are going to be, as September mentioned to you before, doing a test which means you most likely will never leave the facility." Flicking through the pages, reading through a few details, Lab placed the board down on the wall. "This test will involve the application of a new drug we have formulated in order to counteract the effects of obesity."

"What, like, being fat?" Lake guessed. "No no, we're talking about the issues that come along with being fat, high cholesterol, heart issues, breathing problems, hormonal issues. Essentially this treatment will remove all the issues that come along with obesity, extending the lives of overweight individuals to that of a normal average weighted individual and enable a more comfortable life for them." Lake stared at him like he had two heads. "Why would you want to develop a drug like that, just saying, wouldn't it be better to just make a weight loss drug?"

"Well, someponies for whatever reason enjoy being fat, and exercise is not really something they wish to engage in, for obvious reasons." He paused, fixing Lake with a hard look. "In the nature of this test, you will have to gain considerably in size and weight to properly be able to test it. Just think, you can spend all day sitting down, doing nothing strenuous as you eat and eat, packing on the pounds, the only thing important will be the recording of your progress, how high your blood pressure is, your weight and any other tests to measure your health and fitness."

There was a pause again. "All right, I guess I don't really have much choice, do I?"

"Not really, believe me, this is probably the best one for you, the other ones have, potentially unsavoury consequences." Lab carefully worded. Gesturing to Lake, the stallion pulled open the door, holding it open to allow the other two to exit. "Alright, next stop, a quick trip to the medical room, then to your testing suite." Trotting behind the Lab, Lake turned to Sept. "So, I'm guessing that the medical room is where I'm getting the drug?" Nodding in confirmation, they turned the corner and walked down another corridor. "Of course, then after that's over you can get settled in, then we can get right to the gaining. Won't that be fun?"

Lake could hardly wait.

Day 8 - Stretching out

"Oooh, I think I ate a little too much..." A rather overstuffed Lake groaned to herself as she lay back into a large purple sofa. Her belly glorped and groaned as it tried to process the mass of confection she had shoved down her throat. Pressing her hooves into the overstuffed mass, she tried to massage herself to get some relief, resulting in a loud burp sounding out.

It had been little over a week since she had entered the facility. After the drugs had been injected into her, she had been placed into a fairly spacious room. It was well equipped, certainly much better then anything Lake had lived in previously. The room was composed of a large chamber, featuring, impressively, a King plus sized mattress. After a life of living on only single sized ones, it was a lovely place to lay down on, especially since it was memory foam. On one of the walls was a wide plasma TV directly facing the sofa she was slouching on. In front of the sofa was a rather tall and wide coffee table, on which various trays and plates lay empty. Another wall had a bookshelf with a large selection of genres to choose from.

Next to the entrance to the room was a large mirror, for what she assumed to be for personal use to observe her gains. Lastly, there was an additional door leading to a bathroom, with a huge bathtub and an almost comically wide toilet. Really, everything in the room was big, which helped to emphasise that, at some point, she was going to be able to fill them in time. Looking to the side of herself, Lake saw how much free room was available on the sofa, almost 5 others could comfortably fit in with considerable breathing room.

Letting out another burp, she stood up and faced the mirror. Already she was making considerable progress. Her cheek bones were no longer prominent, instead covered with a small layer of chub that rounded out her face. Her chin had gotten slightly thicker, as well as her neck. Below, her stuffed belly had been one of the prominent areas for her gain. Without being full, it dipped roughly 2 centimetres, gaining a slight jiggle when she made any large movement. The other prominent area of gain had been her butt. Already, her bony bottom had gained a layer of padding, allowing for more comfortable seating.

Wiggling her body, Lake watched as most of her body moved independently as the loose flesh quivered, especially her ass and stomach which wobbled like a pair of blueberry jellies. In addition, her forelegs had gained a small sleeve of fat, not really too large, but enough to start bunching up above her elbows. Overall, her body had softened and she was beginning to feel heavy, though she knew that soon this size would seem pitifully small.

There was a small knock at the door to the room, followed by Sept entering, carrying a curious folded object in her magic. "Good evening Lake, how are you feeling?" An angry glorp from Lake's belly gave her an answer, as the sugar and grease packed globe attempted to break down the huge glob of fattening food into more wobbly lard. "I'm feeling veeeeeery full Sept. Why do I have to stuff so much food in here? It's not like I'm going anywhere fast." Giving her a sympathetic look, Sept gave her a small pat on the withers. "It's just to increase your stomach capacity to maximise your gains. The company wants results fast, and they're not going to sit around for any longer than needs be. So they want that gut of yours stretching out sufficiently to allow for greater intakes of food. You'll get used it in time I'm sure." Unfolding the object in her magic, it was revealed to be what looked like a dark grey rubber suit with blue highlights. The chest area had the company logo stamped in the middle, a circle with a trio of smaller ones inside, lines were drawn out from the bottom of these, converging and a single point in the middle.

It was rather underwhelming, almost like a sort of sleeker wetsuit. "What's that for?" Lake enquired, a hoof moving to her stomach to try and calm the gurgling and groaning. "This is another test, well I say test, it's more of a trial run of a new material." Encompassing the whole suit in her magic, Sept stretched it out, with surprisingly little resistance, even when it was pulled and stretched to twice its normal width. "This just came out of the material research department, a new revolution in clothing. The problem with normal clothing is that, well, if you get larger, either through natural growth, or through deliberate muscular or adipose growth. Whatever the cause, you have to replace your wardrobe. This material, Decathaum-caoutchouc, should allow for the clothes to stretch up to 10 times the design's current size."

Sept held it out in front of Lake, prompting her to take it. "So I'm guessing that due to my growth, I'll provide an excellent test subject for it?" Lake mused, holding the material in a free hoof. It felt no different to any other rubber, but the material was more willing to stretch, even a small grab pulled a large section of material. "Exactly! We need to see how it stands up to both prolonged stretching and being clad to a body, so the higher ups decided to give you a trial run with it. Go on, let's see it on." A hole on the back of the suit with no zipper gave access, as Lake stepped into the front leg holes. Getting it on proved to be fairly easy, the very supple material allowing Lake to slip into it. Her belly, which she expected to be constrained by the suit was very comfortable, her larger curves swelling out the fabric.

"Now, here's the cool thing." Sept looked to be bursting with excitement. "Suit, close fully." Sept commanded. Once spoken, the whole open back fused together seamlessly, leaving Lake fully enclosed in the material. Checking herself out in the mirror, her body's curves seemed to be highlighted, if not accentuated, as no part of her mass was compressed. Her blubbery globes were now clad in the material, looking to be even larger than before.

Giving an experimental shake of her backside, she noted it still jiggled and shook fairly freely, her tail poking out of a small hole in the back. "The suit has been programmed with magic to allow for virtually constant usage." Holding up a laminated card, it had a number of instructions printed in clear, easy to read font. "Most of these will be available on the standard body glove, especially ones for convenience, such as that one to open the rump area of it to allow for toilet usage, the cleansing function to keep the material clean, and the Magi-aquaporins to allow for water, both perspiration and water to exit, and of need be, enter. The body drying mode is to allow for you wear this in the shower..."

"Wait, wear in the shower? How am I supposed to get clean in this?" Lake looked at Sept incredulously, before placing a hoof on her forehead. "Let me guess, there is a shower function?" A nod was given in return. "Yes once out of the shower, the fabric's magic draws moisture from the surface of the body and forces it out of the Magi-aquaporins. Think of it this way, when you get massive, drying your body with a towel will be nigh impossible. Think of this as a personal assistant." She trotted up to Lake, standing at her side. "In addition, when you are cleaning yourself, water will diffuse through the holes by osmosis, allowing for seamless transition between activities." Placing the command card down on the sofa arm, Sept trotted to the door. "I'm sure it will grow on you in time. I'll see you tomorrow, have a great night." The door opened and closed with a dull click, leaving Lake standing there.

"Alright, I suppose I can try it on." Picking up the card, she scanned the options, committing several to memory. "I'll try a shower I think, it can't be terrible now, can it?"

Day 54 - Attempted exercises

It had been a whole month and a half since she had entered the rubbery embrace of the suit. True to Sept's words, she had just about become used to wearing the now rather comfy body glove. Additionally, she was accustomed to being packed full of calorie dense food every waking moment. And it had shown. Her belly had blown up considerably in this time, no longer just a pot belly with a little chub. It had grown massively already, over a foot's worth of fat sticking to her middle. It had gotten so large that it was beginning to fold into two large rolls of blubber, each almost constantly in motion as the adipose wobbled with the slightest movement.

Behind her, Lake's butt had ballooned outwards, each cheek being filled with a sphere of lard as large as a ponies head as they took a large amount of her gains. With every pound, they became more and more effective as a pair of impromptu cushions, making her seats ever more comfortable, as she busily stuffed a chocolate cake into her muzzle. Large globs of icing clung to her face, staining her tennis ball sized cheeks and chin, which had gained a follower below, as the loose flesh lay against her bloated neck, swaying and slapping against it with every chew, swallow or burp. Grasping a huge hunk of the fattening cake in her chocolate covered hooves, she stuffed the big calorie bomb into her audibly groaning belly, letting out loud gloooorps and grooooans as it broke down the sugar and butter into fat, adding it to her already blimping frame.

"BUUUUUUURRRPPPP!!!!! Oof, that hit the spot..." She mumbled in her food addled daze, her hoof rubbing at her belly to calm the squishy mass, leaving more hoof shaped stains on the suit fabric. The suit had been less of a hindrance than she had thought, proving itself to be a piece of exceptionally useful technology as it regulated body temperature, kept itself fresh and enabled washes to be quick and easy, water able to enter and exit it in accordance to commands given by Lake. Even issues with personal hygiene of a more sensitive area were minimal. "Suit, self clean." She commanded the device. Within a few moments, the gunky chocolate and crumbs plastered to the rubber seemed to evaporate into nothing, leaving behind new looking grey material.

Laying down on the sofa, she had little thoughts of moving, her own mass providing a good incentive to not move out of the sheer energy required to do so, as her two butt cheeks squished out beneath her. She had never been the strongest mare to begin with, being agile and quick, relying on her lower than average mass to do so. Now with almost 3 times her weight in fat packed onto her frame, her own body acted as an anchor to any sort of strenuous activity. Besides, the company wouldn't want it anyway, any extra energy used unnecessarily was less to be stored as new adipose tissue.

Licking her hooves clean of the remaining cake, she looked at the last recorded weight on her newest addition to her room. Ever since she had become more sluggish and lazy, walking to the examination room had become too much of a chore, so measurement equipment had been installed into her room instead, the most interesting being the set of scales, which had been placed under the bed. A digital display showed her progress, the last recording taken proudly displaying '386 lbs' in bright blue characters.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Lab Set entering the abode. In his magic he carried a clipboard and, more worryingly for Lake, a stop watch. "Now Lake, I'm afraid that I have some bad news. In accordance with company rules and regulations you have to take a mandatory fitness test, as all employees, regardless of being test subjects or not they have to do so." Placing the equipment down onto the coffee table, he offered her a sympathetic look. "Look, it's out of my hooves, I tried to say that it would delay any results for their projects, but we have to do it otherwise we have problems from the Idoneitatem Administratum over issues hiding 'important data on the health of the nation'." He smirked "It's funny, the things we are doing here with you will be encouraging obesity, not cutting it out. I can already see the rows and complaints and proposed bureaucratic drivel coming from a mile away. It's about as obvious as the fact your swelling buttocks will soon be too large to squeeze through that door."

Lake considered his words for a moment. "Wait, how can I exercise anyway, I'm way too full to do so without being sick." A smile graced Labs lips. His horn lit up and a bottle of what looked like pills floated from his lab coat pocket. The label told her everything, in simple hoof writing there were two words 'Digestant Accelerator'. Unscrewing the cap, a dull white circular disc the size of a hoof tack was removed, the proffered drug floating towards Lake's open mouth, accepting it as she swallowed it in one gulp.

"Now, this was developed by the guys in R&D to keep you eating for longer each day. Normally, that pill in air and at room temperature will do nothing, but once it interacts with stomach acid then we see some interesting activities." Lake at first felt nothing, then slowly felt less and less pressure around her middle. Surprised, she looked down, watching as her gut deflated slightly, the food packed into her belly disappearing. "That pill you just took is chock full of synthetic enzymes, which work optimally at 37 degrees Centigrade, which rapidly hydrolysed and breaks down polysaccharides and triglycerides into monomers and other small digestible molecules in a fraction of a second."

"Another property of that drug is that it makes your body absorb digested products much faster too. So now your body now is rapidly absorbing all that digested matter, which should mean that you should be gaining some new mass." Sure enough, her already large body began to swell outwards, not by much, but enough to make her belly fall a few millimeters lower than before, squishing further into her legs. "Right, you should be empty enough to allow for a 'proper' fitness test." Flicking his eyes over to the clipboard, Lab skimmed over the activities listed. "First off, star jumps for a minute, I have to record the total number you manage in that time OK?"

Gulping, Lake nodded as she prepared herself for the struggle. She began to ease herself of the plush material of the sofa, utilising her weight as a pivot so that her belly would drag her to her hooves. With some effort, she managed to get to her hooves, with the traitorous force of gravity trying to force her to sit back on her blubbery bottom. Groaning, she coiled up slightly in preparation to jump, before giving Lab a slight nod.

"Alright, Go!" To Lake's credit, she did try to jump, and only managed to lift herself from terra firma for a couple of moments, just about managing to raise her fore and rear hooves. However, the sudden movement caused her fat to redistribute, being shoved mostly forward as her rolls slapped together. This resulted in her centre of mass being thrown off and when she came down, Lake flopped onto her side. The rapid motion set off a plethora of wobbling and jiggling around her body. Her body for a couple of moments became a stormy grey ocean as waves of blubber coursed over her form, slapping and squishing together. She lay there, feeling a sense of pleasure as her nerves were stimulated by the constant motion, but some underlying disappointment as even the smallest of activities had left her winded.

"Okay, that was one and, oh, that's time." Scribbling down a single line in the box, Lab looked down at the panting mare, belly now growling from a lack of food as she struggled to even move, her exhaustion pinning her down. "I knew this was a waste of time." Lab muttered. He glanced at the mirror and mouthed a couple of words at it, before filling in the rest of the scores for the tests as being completely abysmal. After all, who would cheat to get purposefully low scores? "Oh would you look at that Lake, it appears that you finished the rest of tests."

She glanced up rather incredulously, but decided to play along. "Oh yes Doctor, that was a rather strenuous work out session, I'm completely famished from that hard work, If only I had something to calm my empty stomach?" A small grin alighting his muzzle, he hooked his forehooves around hers, and pulled back with all his weight, barely managing to lift the butterball of an Earth Pony to her hooves. Helping to guide her back to the sofa, she planted her gelatinous ass down into the growing imprint she was forming on the sofa cushions, before letting out a sigh of relief.

Using his magic to open the door, he tossed the clipboard out and dragged in a chocolate cake almost twice the size of the one she had before. "Well, hopefully this will sate your hunger, the enzymes should still be in your stomach, so that should mean that most of this will be added straight to that belly of yours. Have a good night, you will need it after that 'strenuous' work out session." Closing the door behind himself, Lake and the cake were the only two occupants left, and as her belly growled, it was clear only one would remain.

Digging her hoof into the thick frosting, dragging a thick chunk out, she stuffed it into her gob, only for the same emptiness to be present which prompted her to speed up her stuffing. After all, she needed to replace the energy lost from her hard work, as a chunk of fattening soft sponge descended down her throat, quickly turning into more layers of pudge upon her body. "UUURRPP!!! I really need to get into shape, this mares turning into a whale". She paused in her musings a large grin appearing."Then again, who needs exercise, after all round is most certainly a shape..." And with that, another chunk of delicious goodness descended into that cavernous belly, swelling her further and further outwards.

Day 97 - New faces and new stripes

It was early afternoon, and another month and half had passed. Slurping on a thick milkshake, the cup almost the size of a foal, she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of the creamy fattening mixture, barely filling her cavern of a belly. Over the last couple of weeks she had grown more and more slovenly as her body grew wider and wider, fat building up as more morsels of greasy, sugary cuisine passed her lips. Her belly was now a giant ball of fat, split into two thick rolls that covered her thighs almost completely when sitting down. It was as easily as large as a beach ball, but considerably more squishy and heavy, as it let out loud glorps and groans as it continued to process the almost unending avalanche of food.

Her butt had ballooned outwards, each cheek bigger than a prize watermelon, but with the consistency of jelly. Dimples of cellulite began to mar the once smooth flesh, giving the impression of a pair of saggy moons had been strapped to her backside. The imprint on the sofa as a result had grew even wider and deeper, perfectly surrounding those flanks as the sofa molded to her obese proportions. Her forelegs were becoming gradually more wrapped in layers of blubber, forming a heavy pair of bingo wings that swayed and wobbled with every movement of her forehooves as they sagged over her elbows. In fact, they were becoming so heavy that prolonged eating sessions would tire her out, trying to move her heavy limbs to her mouth becoming a hard task. So she often opted to drink liquid alternatives, resulting in her throat muscles being the only muscles which she regularly worked out.

Her face was slowly becoming thicker and more fat laden with every passing day. Her cheeks were as large as tennis balls, bouncing and jiggling with every chew and heavy swallow she made. Her thick chins had been joined by a follower, with the ghost of another on the way. On her back, her thick belly rolls appeared to have partially ringed around Lake, leaving two squishy back rolls that provided to be excellent additional cushions for her busy schedule of getting out of bed, getting an increasingly difficult shower, followed by several hours of mindless eating, only interrupted when nature called, and when other ponies entered her room to perform a test or, more often, bring her afternoon supply of food in. Lake was almost constantly hungry, with her taking a slightly less potent 'Digestant Accelerator' every day to pack on the pounds. And it showed.

She had more than doubled her weight, shooting up to a whopping 782 lbs. With these astronomical gains, it was no surprise that she was slowing down more and more. It took a little longer every day for Lake to shift her bulk out of the gradually shrinking bed. It wouldn't be long before either her belly or butt pinned her to the ground, and judging by the fact her belly was but a couple of millimeters from the floor when she was rarely standing, and did touch when sitting, it looked like she would immobile before too long. Her suit was beginning to take some wear and tear, whilst still conforming to every small part of her person, the overstretched material was acting up a little. Processes would take longer and self cleaning took a significant amount of time. The logo in the centre had been warped as well, the circle becoming more oval shaped with each day.

There was a knock on the door, and Sept walked in, a beaming smile plastered on her muzzle. "Good afternoon Lake, how are you feeling?"

"Pretty goooOOUUURRRPPP!!!! Pardon me..." Lake blushed a little, her hooves rubbing into the grey fabric covered belly, sinking several centimetres into the thick blubber, parting and squishing with even the lightest pressure applied, creating thick depressions where fat once was.

"It's fine dear, now I have someone for you to meet. She's going to be part of the same testing procedure that you are going through. In fact, she's already had the drugs and we decided to show her some of the results from testing, and somepony to show her the ropes as it were. Zenechka, would you like to come in?" Walking, or rather waddling into the room was the largest zebra Lake had ever seen. Admittedly, she had only ever seen one zebra in person before, but that way years ago when she took a small excursion to a town called Ponyville.

Standing in front of the door was a rather round black and white blob of flesh. She wasn't nearly as large as Lake was, but her gargantuanly proportioned ass was as large, if not larger than Lakes, but only had a fraction of the dimples. On the side of each cheek was Zenechka's cutie marks, a pair of rather stylistic looking bowls, with steam rising out in swirly patterns. Her eyes were a light purple, wide as they stared at the mass of concentrated feeding before her. Above this, her hair was noticeably short, the top part of her fringe lay mostly flat against her head. Her tail and rear portion of her mane had been done up as a fairly thin strand of hair, held in place by small patterned golden rings and coloured beads, each bouncing against a fattened portion of her body with each step.

"By the stars, I didn't know pony folk could fatten so, just how big does she intend to go?" Zenechka rhymed in the traditional manner associated with Zebras. Lake chuckled, her body rippling as she did so. "Oh this pony has a long way to go before she is large enough. Besides, just what is a Zebra doing in a place such as Manehatten, never mind a medical centre?" A slightly guilty look appeared on the zebras' muzzle. "Alas, in my hometown, where I once settled down, I was the local chef and glutton, for you see I would pop many a button. I grew large and fat, and just like that I was made to leave and take my coat and hat. My big gut I would glut, until I was too big for most huts."

Lake patted the couch and Zebra sat down, their asses slightly too close, the two orbs of blubber fighting for room as adipose overlapped. The sloping caused by the imprint physically made the two slide into one another, blubber filled rubber meeting fat swelled fur. "So I traveled to the city with a hoof full of bits to my name, but I could find no job to claim. They said I was much too wide, a liability they could not hide. But I said, I love food, and that will change with nobodies mood." She adjusted her bulk, seeming to lean some more weight against the gargantuan blobby bean bag like equine that sat next to her, causing their bodies to squish further together.

"As my enjoyment for pony food grew, some work I needed I knew, so I saw this building's sign and immediately stood in line. The doctors, they told me of project, one with prospects I could not reject, one which I would get lots of grub, in exchange for ballooning tub." Lake nodded her head, she could relate a little to her plight, having been ejected from her home, not under the same circumstances mind you, but like it or not, they were both outcasts for one reason or another.

Carefully, Lake leaned down and grabbed one of the large milkshakes and offered it to the Zenechka, Lakes hoof having to squish past her vast chest to reach the zebra, who was about the same height of Lake sitting down, owing to the waterbed like plots they sat down on. "Thank you for this sugary mass, hopefully I can add it to my blubbery ass." Shoving the straw into her mouth, she gave a deep pull on the red and white striped straw, quickly gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the fattening beverage.

Sept smiled at the two already getting along, her horn lighting up as she dragged a larger than normal food cart into the room, stacked high with greasy hayburgers, pizza, and a smattering of other greasy and fatty sides and mains. She pulled another in, which was loaded with the typical assortment of cakes and other deserts. "Well, I see the two of you are getting on well, I'll leave you two alone to enjoy the food together. I'll see you in a couple of hours." Closing the door behind her, she left the blubbery pair of the sofa, mindlessly slurping down their fattening treats.

Zenechka gave one huge pull off her straw and belched loudly, letting the cup tumble to her side, laying between her ass and the arm of the sofa, with only a couple of centimetres between the two. "Oh dear me, I almost forgot how delicious pony food be, and look at all these treats for me." Lake let out another chuckle, and reached forward to grab a gargantuan hayburger. "Well stop talking about it and go and grab some, I'll eat it all otherwise." And so, over the next hour, the two ate with reckless abandon. Whilst Lake wasn't very tidy with her eating, she could be sloppy due to her magical suit being able to fix any spills. Zenechka wasn't so lucky to have the piece of kit. She was even messier than Lake, her ferocious eating leaving a ring of tomato sauce, grease and other condiments spattered her mouth as she shoved more delectable rich food into her gaping maw, with specks of sauce dribbling onto her flabby chest and belly.

The two ploughed through everything with ease, their drinks laced with digestant accelerators, processing everything into a new layer of blubber. Working their way to the desserts, Zenechka was practically in heaven, as her tastebuds exploded with flavours so foreign, but so delicious. Inhaling one after another the zebra continued to attempt to change her face colour with stains, now brown smears of cocoa and creamy white streaks matted the normally ivory white and ebony black stripes.

Right at the back was one last thing. Two large cylinders with long rubber tubes were attached to taps. There were large labels stuck to each, both reading 'Weight gain shake, for those who want to go from fit to flab and fab!' In some smaller text below read the nutritional information, among which featured a big red and bold warning 'Do not consume unless you wish to gain large quantities of adipose tissue. Manehatten MediTech is not liable for excessive weight gain.' The Lake and Zenechka gave each other a glance, before grabbing the hose and placing it into their mouths. A quick turn of the taps resulted in their mouths being quickly filled by the creamiest, most sugar filled shakes they had ever tasted. Soon the two fell into a rhythm, almost synchronised gulping filling the room. If one could look closely, you could swear that both of their bodies were expanding.

Belly rolls, ever so slowly, began to sag further off the sofa, their immense reserves of fat oozing over the edge, thickening as they sunk lower. Their butts, pressing together, began to fight for room on the progressively thinner sofa, the mounds of lard pushing against one another as they squeezed around one another. Zenechka's butt, where the majority of her gains had been focused, grew at a greater rate than Lakes, and was beginning to rise over the tops of the other pair, soft blubber squishing further and further as they became progressively more malleable. With one last gulp, the flow stopped, and after trying to suck as much out, they let the hoses fall out of their mouths.

"BBUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!" "UUUUUuuuuRRRRPPppp!!!!" A pair of thunderous belches rang out between the pair. The sheer force sent their expanded stores of fat quivering a wobbling, rolls and folds smacking together creating a cacophony of noise. "Oooh, that was really good..." Lake mumbled, coming out of her daze as she stared at the far wall, the mostly unread books staring back at her.

"That was the best meal I ever ate, and I got to eat it with my new best mate..." Zenechka tried to adjust herself, only to now be fully aware of her new weight, and her now firmly wedged in body. "I do not wish to sound rude, but your big posterior is greatly expanded by our food."

Trying to glance past her thickened forelegs, Lake felt the pillowy enveloping of Zenechka's ass around her own. "My butt? Have you seen the size of your own, Miss Thunder thighs?"

Chuckling, the zebra leaned as far forward as she could manage, pushing the trolley out of the way with a hoof. After some struggling, her butt finally was dislodged, a slick pop sounding as she fell forward onto her hooves, landing with a heavy thud.

Looking over in the mirror, Zenechka inspected herself for new folds and rolls and wasn't disappointed. Her belly had distended further, divided into a large roll above her belly and a smaller one split in two by her belly button. They pressed between her legs, flesh conforming around the columns of lard. Her face had rounded out further, with enough pudge in her cheeks to give her a small pout. She tried to use a hoof to wipe some of the food debris from her face, only to be met with more resistance than usual. Her foreleg was wrapped in a sleeve of blubber, with most of it collecting above the elbow. Turning slightly, Zenechka could only just gaze at the glorious pair of ass cheeks. Two proverbial hills of overnourished lard, her stripes and cutie mark stretching to match, with additional celluitic dimpling pockmarking each sagging lump of butt blubber.

"Lake, my dear, I have a question which is a little queer." Lakes eyes flicked over to her large zebra booty, wobbling and shaking with every slight movement, audibly slapping together with every step she took. Lake hummed in confirmation. "Does this large wobbling fat pile make my buttocks stretch for miles?"

Lake giggled a little at the silly sounding question. "Of course it does! Now, does this mound of blubber make my belly look big?" Zenechka studied the colossal butter ball, her stomach resting against the floor, spreading out and pooling from the sheer weight of the flab above. Slightly worryingly were a couple of overly stretched parts of her suit she wore, looking like stretch marks as they gathered around the bottom most roll.

"In my opinion, it is an encompassing part of your personal dominion, that is to say, it makes you look like a blob over fed on hay." She paused for a couple of moments. "It makes your gut enormous and fat, it doesn't take a fool to see that."

The door opened and Sept's face appeared in the gap. "Alright Zenechka, are you ready to go to your room? It's just across the hall from here?" The zaftig zebra nodded, and waddled towards the door, flab slapping together with each step.

"It was a pleasure to meet you Lake, I can only hope that this isn't the only meeting we make, I would love to see you even larger when we next meet, for me to see you a large pile of lard would be a treat." Nodding, Lake watched as the juicy buttocks disappeared around the corner, followed by Sept dragging the empty trolley out. "I'll make sure to schedule some more meetings with Zenechka, with plenty of extra food."

"Thanks, Oh, can I get some more of that shake, it was soooooo good!" Sept put a hoof to the corner of her mouth. "I'll see what I can do. Those two you drank were the first test batches, so it'll probably be a few days before you get some more, OK?"

"That's cool." Lake tried to ease herself to her hooves, her belly squishing and moulding as more weight was applied to it. However, the comfy sofa and the anchor Lake called her butt provided equal attraction to not move. Additionally, her sheer mass made it hard to physically move, as her weakened muscles tried in vain to hoist over a quarter of a tonne of fat pony up. In the end, gravity won, and she slumped back onto the sofa, panting from the effort.

"Do you want some help?" Sept offered, slightly concerned, as Lakes gut glorped and groaned.

"Huff...no...thanks. I'll stay...here tonight...I'm absolutely...exhausted." Sept nodded, picking up a clipboard and writing down a couple of notes.

"We will try this again in the morning, is that alright?" She got a small nod in response, before the mound of concentrated feeding began to snooze, completely worn out from the day's events. If anything was apparent to Lake that day, it would be that her weight gain was going to kick up a notch, already in the labs below gallons of the blubber inducing mixture were being made and stored. Sept placed a hoof onto one of Lake's belly rolls, and felt as her hoof sunk into the pillowy mass. Nodding slowly to herself, she vacated the room, turning the lights off, leaving one blob of snoring adipose alone, regaining her energy for another day of expanding her fat stores.

Day 163 - The aftermath or The blobs go on parade

"This is the EBC with some breaking news, the cure to obesity has finally come, or so that's what the Manehatten based company Manehatten MediTech is saying. After years of research, testing and finalisation, they are now ready to release the product onto the market." The morning news presenter, a stallion by the name of Paper Prompt announced in a distinctly neutral voice. "It had been over 5 months since testing began of the new drug, which only needs one application before the effects are permanent. We have a camera crew down at the centre to interview the head of the project, Dr Lab Set, can you please fill us in on the details the project?"

The picture changed to that of the grey stallion at Manehatten MediTech, a small grin set upon his muzzle. He was standing in front of a large blue background, with large curved shaded lines flowing down it. "Why yes Paper Prompt, we have confirmed that the effects of the drug have remained active in all test subjects that have participated in testing."

"So just what is it that the drug does Doctor? I'm sure the viewers would love to know just what this new apparent miracle cure does."

"Well the mixture is designed to cut out the dangerous side effects of putting on severe amounts of fat. It removes issues with the circulatory and respiratory systems, meaning that they will not be blocked from problems like cholesterol build up, and prevent issues with insulin response. Additionally, it strengthens your heart, diaphragm and improves healing of the skin. This helps to offset the issues of having so much weight pressing down on these parts of your body, as well as preventing damage to skin tissue." He paused for a couple of seconds. "In fact, we have some of the individuals in this room who worked on the project. Would you like to meet some of the test subjects?"

Before Paper could respond, the camera began to zoom out quite far from Lab's body, only for it to become apparent that the background wasn't actually a background, but an enormous blob. The thing was gargantuan, large folds and rolls of fat ringing the mass of blueberry coloured lard. It rested upon a large mattress, the memory foam squashed and compressed so much that only a light bit couple be seen under the oozing reserves of blubber. Around the mass, a small ring of grey rubbery material laying was pinned down by its apparent gargantuan weight, as the camera began to pan around to the front.

They discovered a long tube snaking its way up to the face of the thing, only for it to become apparent that the thing was actually a pony. Her face was simply crowded with fat. A pair of cheeks larger than footballs sagged from the sheer mass of them onto the ring of neck fat, as wide as the wheels on the taxis in the city. Below her head, a huge collection of chins dropped low, cascading down her face and neck like a waterfall. The mare's blue-green eyes were squinted as they tried to stay open amongst the tide of fat. Her messy emerald green mane stuck out at odd angles, most likely from sheer neglect.

Looking down, it was discovered that the mare's hooves had simply disappeared, large divots in the swollen legs to show where they had been drowned and swallowed as if the fat had become sentient. The largest part of her body however was a belly which escaped all meanings of the word obese. It was simply like an additional mattress of blubber spread out beneath her. It let out audible glorps and groans as the sound boom was directed towards the thick, juicy roll. Rounding off the blob was a pair of what was apparently her ass, two saggy, wrinkled, fold laden globs of fat, giving the impression of two oversized exercise balls filled with jelly, both of which were heavily dimpled by cellulite.

Across her back, it was ringed by rolls which could be likened to in appearance to waves of the ocean, lapping up against her head and butt. Labs horn ignited with his aura, which surrounded the hose jammed into the blobs mouth. It tried to suck at the now non existent tube, before realising there was nothing there. Blinking her pale blue eyes, she attempted to look over her cascade of rolls and folds down at the camera.

"This is our largest patient, Miss Lapis Lake, the first test subject for the project. Miss Lake, may you give the audience a few words, if you may?" A look of concentration crossed Lake's visage as she was collecting her thoughts amongst her food addled mind, the camera focusing on the blobby, near inequine fact, leaving viewers at home stunned just how large this mare was.

"Ah...jusht...wanyt to...sayhh...that...ah...think...more...pohnyes...would enjoy...beyying...fat...if there...wash...no...consequenshes." The mare attempted to speak past the mass of lard pressing against her throat and face, giving her a surring lisp. "If the...only isshuee...ish...mobility...then...you...can....eat...tashty things...all dayh!"

"It may sound odd, what you can do to your bod." The sound of rhyming appeared from beside Lake, for as was revealed, behind the blue blob sat a mound of white and black lard. It was a Zebra, judging from the rhyming dialect and the fact she still had a recognisable face, with only a large double chin and cricket ball sized cheeks. The same couldn't be said about the rest of her body. The largest part of her was her booty. If Lakes were hills, these were a mountain range. The two mounds of blubber were easily as large as a taxi cart, the cutie mark stretched greatly, though the fact that the two plot cheeks mostly kept their shape meant that they were still recognisable.

Her belly was divided into 2 rolls, not as large in comparison to Lakes, but still a mass of plush adipose, oozing from her body and pooling against the mattress she sat on, overflowing it slightly and gave the impression of melting chocolate and vanilla ice cream. The top fold was the largest, flopping onto her lower roll which had been split into two by her cavernous belly button. Her body was patterned in overstretched stripes, wrapping around most of her body in anaconda thick bands of black.. Her fore hooves could still be seen, not yet engulfed by the tide of blubber that had swallowed Lakes. The same couldn't be said by her rear hooves, with only the tip of them poking out of their sleeves of flab. She stared down at the camera from her elevated position, owing to her vastly overblown plot pushing her up above where Lakes head was.

"The process is relaxing and nice, while you won't be thin as mice, as your body grows, and fat reserves overblows, you feel that you have your own personal pillows, owing to all that pudge that billows." Using the little mobility in her fore legs, she slapped at the nearest roll, sending her body wobbling and shaking all over for several seconds. "Before I came, the problems of many overweight pony folk for me were the same, but after the injections pain, I was feeling right as rain." She adjusted her body, shifting ever so slightly to move where her rolls sagged, resulting in slightly more fat slipping off the mattress onto the floor. "Some may scorn and moan, but please know this thought from deep in my bones, Zenechka the zebra is fat and fab, with more rolls then you could grab, but I enjoy as my body balloons and grows and if you were to try this miracle drug your enjoyment too will show!"

With that, the camera panned outward to a wide shot of Lab with both mares, looking dwarfed by the two despite being the stallion taller than most. Paper Prompt was still speechless, only just recovering, his wings were outstretched and a reddish blush had appeared on his face. "How much do these two weigh? They look absolutely massive!"

"These two are the fattest equines in Equestria, looking at the record books, and comparing the mass of the two, I can confirm that Zenechka is 1687 lbs but Lake is a whopping 1928 lbs, that's over double the previous record owner!" He patted a thick belly roll of Lakes, sending it wobbling, jiggling propagating around the butter ball followed by deep sloshing and glorping. "There bodies have been built using our other products we have been developing, such as our Digestant Accelerator and Weight Gain Shake, two products which have enabled the rapid development of adipose on the body." He composed himself for a couple of moments and then continued. "The drug and a lot of our new products will be available for sale at this centre and will be able to be purchased at your local pharmacy soon, our first batch was dispatched just this morning. You can order online if your wish from our website for all of our new products, such as our new revolutionary Decathaum-caoutchou suits, the clothes you can wear anywhere, anytime!"

"I see, well thank you for that Dr Set." The feed from Lab Set was cut, the picture cutting back to the studio. "Next, we see the reactions to the news from the Idoneitatem Administratum and the..." But a good majority of ponies at home were not listening, instead they were debating the proposal with friends and family, some, however, were rushing to their computers to place orders for the products. Some dialled their phones and others went to their computers, which was very true for one grey coloured mare, with a purple and charcoal coloured mane. A record surrounded by bright orange and red bolts was stamped onto her shapely plot. She wore an aubergine coloured shirt and was furiously typing away at the keyboard, opening the webpage for the medical centre and a messenger programme called 'Eris'.

She simply typed one thing into the application 'Guys, have you heard the news?' All replies said the same thing, a resounding yes. The profile pic for a brown stallion in a red scarf appeared, followed by a short message 'We're going to get so fat, aren't we?'. A second image appeared, this one of a green stallion with a blue beard and mane. 'Of course, that goes without saying.' The grey mare rubbed her hooves together, a small smile alighting her chubby cheeks. Giggling, she placed an order for a large assortment of products, not caring about the dent in her wallet she was making "Oh, this is gonna be so fun!"