Fallout Equestria: Curse of Plenty

Gretchen sat at the kitchen table, tapping a talon on the table. Two weeks had passed since her armour had failed, and she was only more certain that the ponies were up to something. She’d gotten up the night before to find Divinity watching a documentary about effects of malnutrition on the body.

Gretchen, even though she finally had enough weight on her that she could think otherwise, was clearly the reason why Divinity was watching such a thing. Not to mention Cappy was constantly on computers and consoles, and whenever she asked what he was doing, he gave some complicated answer that had to be made up technobabble. They were trying to find weaknesses, she was sure of it.

So, under the guise of solidarity, Gretchen had proposed the idea of shared meals together. It wasn’t perfect, but this allowed her to see them both in the same place for a decent amount of time. Three times a day. She could ensure her own food wasn’t tampered with, and made sure to eat all the leftovers before they left the table.

“Would you like an appetizer now while you wait Miss Gretchen?” Kehtel asked her, hovering near her immense body, “I’m sure Miss. Divinity and Mr. Cappy would be arriving shortly.” He then hovered back a bit, his eye stalks focusing on her, “and might I say, your Stable suit looks great on you.”

Gretchen looked down at herself. What had once seemed preposterous big for her, now fit snugly. She still had to roll the sleeves up, she was too short, but every other part of the suit was now snug. Her belly hung so low that she couldn’t even get the zipper up. The suit didn’t offer anything in protection, but it still felt better than wearing nothing. She was fat, and without the tight suit, she sagged everywhere. The only consolation was that she wasn’t the smallest griffon she’d ever seen before.

“Can you prepare some mozzarella sticks for me to wait with?”

“Yes, miss.” Kehtel floated over to the machine, punching in the order. Gretchen licked her beak, unsure of what to do.

If she left they could do something to Kehtel or the food, but if she stayed they could be plotting something.

The door hissed open, sliding upward to allow Cappy to come into the kitchen. He was rotating his head around, clearly attempting to get the joints in his neck to pop.

“Sorry, Gretchen. I know you like us all eating together. Didn’t mean to be late. Found a new section of the door code I haven’t looked at yet, got caught up in it.”

“It’s okay,” Gretchen lied, some part of her brain whirring with possibilities about where he’d been.

Cappy sat across from her, sinking into the chair like he’d always been part of the stable. Judging from his physique, it wasn’t hard to imagine he’d always lived there-that they’d always had.

“Have you ordered us a first course?”

“Err...just some mozzarella sticks.”

Cappy grinned, “Those are delicious.”

“I know,” Gretchen offered her own smile, hoping it didn’t come across forced.

The door hissed again, and Divinity waddled in. As was her usual, she took pride in her appearance. She was using her magic to keep herself more mobile, squishing her stomach fat smaller than it was naturally was to allow easier movement, like a magical invisible corset.

Panting, she smiled, “Sorry, everyone! Lost track of time. Research, y’know.” She plopped in a chair beside Gretchen, letting her magic go. Her stomach surged forward, easily threatening to overtake the knees of her hind legs when she sat.

Kehtel appeared with three baskets of mozzarella sticks, steaming and accompanied by little containers of marinara sauce.

“What else would you like?” Kehtel asked.

“Burgers,” Cappy muttered.

“Spaghetti,” Divinity smiled.

“French toast how I like it,” Gretchen had discovered she had quite a sweet tooth. Anything packed full of sugar was welcome. Her french toast was coated in icing sugar, syrup, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and even had a helping of ice cream to the side.

She closed her eyes, stuffing mozzarella sticks into her beak as she heard Kehtel use the machine behind her. He’d shown her how to use the machine, but she preferred not to. She didn’t want Divinity and Cappy to realize she knew how to use it.

With Kehtel behind her, and the trio busy stuffing their faces, Gretchen found herself able to relax. She could see them, and knew they weren’t doing anything to sabotage her while they were eating like this. The meals they shared together was the best times of her day, allowing her to relax and show off how hard she would be to starve out.

When Divinity and Cappy were done with their mozzarella sticks and marinara sauce, they slid their leftovers to Gretchen. There wasn’t a mozzarella stick left, but she licked up the crumbs and the marinara sauce with vigour. She would be hard to starve out, and Gretchen loved to remind them of it.

Soon after she’d licked the last of the crumbs off of her beak, Kehtel returned with a large tray on which he balanced their dinners. He served them in rapid succession. Gretchen’s french toast was barely settled on the table before she dug in.

As the sweet flavours caressed her tongue, she moaned with pleasure. Sugar danced along her tongue and overwhelmed her palette. The french toast was delicious, with a slightly crusty exterior, and a soft sweet interior. Though before she even got to that, she had to dig through inches of icing, syrup, and ice cream. Gretchen went slow at first to savor it, a rarity considering her appetite, but quickly accelerated as she chomped down on the towering concoction of supreme sweetness.

Divinity slurped her spaghetti, giggling at the amusing sight of Gretchen happily eating up her meal. Cappy himself gave a heartfelt smirk, his head craned down as he chomped on his burger, his shoulders almost rising above his ears as he ate.

Near silence reigned as Kehtel cleaned up the empty trays. The only sounds were slurping, chewing, and heavy breathing. No one talked, no one needed to. It was easier to focus on the foodstuffs in front of them.

Soon enough, the last of the sweet treats had disappeared down Gretchen’s gullet. As her stomach noisily tried to digest her massive dinner, she watched with hungry eyes as Divinity and Cappy ate through their own large portions.

Divinity gave up first, sliding her bowl toward Gretchen. Gretchen slurped up what was left of the spaghetti, using her tongue to lick the dish clean of all the rich marinara still clinging to the bowl. When Cappy finished his, there wasn’t anything more than crumbs left. Gretchen didn’t notice, or didn’t care. She still licked his platter clean.

“That was amazing, Kehtel thank you,” Divinity smiled. She leaned back in her chair, caressing her swollen belly with careful hooves.

Kehtel floated up a little higher, clearly pleased with the praise, “Thank you ma’am! I’m just glad I’m here to serve you three!”

Cappy stood, stretching as he did so. He rubbed at his own stuffed belly for a moment, then smiled at Divinity and Gretchen, “I’m calling it an early night. Gotta sleep this off. See you girls later! Don’t stay up too late.”

Divinity chuckled, “I’d never think of doing such a thing,” her voice was thick with sarcasm. Cappy rolled his eyes, and waddled out of the kitchen.

Gretchen belched, reducing some of the pressure in her stomach. Divinity burped as well, the sound a little less abrasive than Gretchen’s.

“Did you want to join me? I’m starting a new series tonight. Thought maybe you’d like to join me. We haven’t spent much girl time together,” Divinity said, smiling warmly at Gretchen.

Gretchen’s heart ran cold, but she kept her contented smile on her face, “Can I join you in a bit? I-uh-I want to stretch my legs a little first. Have a kink I’ve been trying to work out all day.”

Divinity nodded sagely, “I feel you. I’ll get it queued up and have Kehtel make us some snacks. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good!” Gretchen’s mind was spinning dizzily at the possibilities. She’s check the entrance first, where Cappy spent his days. Just to be sure he really was in his room. Then she would stay near Divinity for as long as she could stand. If Cappy was asleep, that was the best place for Gretchen to be.

They wouldn’t get the jump on her. Not if she still had breath in her body.

Divinity left first, and Gretchen watched as Divinity entered the entertainment room. Wincing at how overfull her stomach was, Gretchen moved as quickly as she could into the entrance room. This was difficult, slow going for her however. With her stomach so full, she could feel how her belly swayed underneath her and how that hindered her legs movements.

Sweating, panting for breath, Gretchen entered the entrance room. It was the same as it ever was. With the exception of having a couple more coffee cups scattered around than Gretchen remembered.

Slowing her pace, hoping to settle her breathing, Gretchen stalked around all the terminals. She wasn’t a mechanics pony, not like Cappy and Divinity, so nothing made much sense to her. Squeezing between two consoles, Gretchen stood facing Cappy’s work area.

A desk, a terminal, and an assortment of loose papers held together with a clipboard. Nosing her way through it, Gretchen was disappointed to realize she couldn’t understand any of the technical junk. Grumbling, Gretchen started going through the drawers of the desk.

Opening the top right hand side drawer, she was horrified to see a stash. Not ammunition or medicine. It was a stash of food. Pre-packaged treats that Kehtel could produce by the dozen when asked to do so.

The other drawers were also full of these treats. Sweat was streaming down Gretchen’s nearly spherical face, and was pooling uncomfortably in her neck rolls. She could feel sweat prickling along her skin elsewhere. This confirmed it. She’d found a stash of food they were hiding from her. Near the entrance. This proved they were up to something. Nopony could eat that much at once, so they had to be stockpiling for when Cappy figured out how to shut everything down to enable the stable to starve her-

Anger, fear, and adrenaline coursed through Gretchen’s massive body. She shut the drawers, careful not to disturb them. She didn’t want them to realize she knew what they were up to.

In spite of her stomach, so bloated that it hurt to press her legs against it so she could move, Gretchen started to waddle her way toward the entertainment room only to have a frightening revelation.

They are clearly stockpiling food and treats, and no matter how much she prepared for it, if they have hidden enough food, no matter how much of a weight advantage she had, they could still out last her. Or maybe one could outlast her… she still hasn’t 100% confirmed that both were in on it, but even the idea of a single pony operation to off the other two Stable Dwellers was slim, still she HAD to take it into consideration. Or maybe BOTH are plotting to off her, but separately. Maybe that’s why they haven't attempted a joint attack yet?

Her mind whirred, her heart painfully pumping in her chest, Gretchen had to do something. That was when a brilliant but risky idea came to mind. If their hidden stash of food vanished… then they would clearly keep the machine functioning and not risk damaging it unless they know they can starve her. This would also weed out if they were working together or not, because if they weren’t, obviously Cappy wouldn’t mention the missing treats afraid of tipping off Divinity. Though she groaned, feeling how stuffed her belly was already… and yet a bad stomach ache was much better than starving to death.

Gretchen returned to the desk and slowly began unwrapping the candy bars and opening up bags of chips, pushing them down her beak in hopes of getting it down faster. Though each morsel of food only made her gut complain louder and louder. The gryphon stuffed herself, emptying the first drawer with heavy pained wheezing.

“EEP” she squawked to herself, feeling the apex of her stuffed fat belly lightly tap at the cold floor. “Oh no… I’ve really gotten fat haven’t I?” she commented to herself quietly, touching her undulating orb of gut that desperately tried to pull her down. Still, that twang of fear forced her back into eating. She was a survivor, she was a fighter, years on the wastes have taught her to persevere no matter what the pain was.

Pushing herself through, she reached the bottom of the second drawer, desperately trying to hold in a belch. She was just about sick to her pained overstuffed stomach, the weight pulling her down heavily. Still, she made it, and now she needed to leave the crime scene.

Returning to Cappy’s desk, She got halfway there before realizing that by looking flustered she could appear suspicious.

Panting, wheezing for breath, Gretchen leaned against a wall, hoping to catch her breath enough to join Divinity in a minute or two.

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you move that quickly since day one.”

Gretchen jumped upright, jerking her head around to stare at Cappy in fear. On his back was a small tray, where he’d rested a steaming cup and a plate of pastries. He saw her look, then chuckled.

“Apparently I can’t get to sleep anymore without something nearby to munch on. You have fun, okay? And don’t hurt yourself.”

Cappy entered his room, and Gretchen heard the lock engage. Relief flooded Gretchen’s system, and she resumed her previous position.

BURRAAAAAAAP! her belch ruptured through her beak, shaking both her and the wall she rested near, giving her a tiny bit of relief for that taut gut. After she recovered, she made her way to the entertainment room. There, Divinity was waiting. She held a controller of sorts with her magic. No snacks had yet to appear, but Gretchen figured Kehtel would be delayed with what Cappy had ordered.

“Hey! Did you get that kink worked out? Sit down, make yourself at home. I know I have.” Divinity whinnied with a pleasant smile, leaning her fat body over so she could pat her hoof against the open sofa seat.

“Oh uh URP uh… thank you” Gretchen commented, forcing her face into a pleasant smile in order to desperately cover up the pain.

“Anyway, you’re going to LOVE this” Divinity commented as she adjusted herself on the couch, “it’s this show called I Love Lusitano and it’s so funny and heartfelt, I’ve already watched the first couple episodes but I’ve got it set up so that you can watch them too.” Divinity seemed overly excited about this, jiggling up and down, sending her gut waving about.

Gretchen attempted to slowly sit down with her, though it was already very difficult due to her weight. She could already feel her fat ass on the cushions, spreading out and pushing heavily against the Unicorn, and she hasn’t even put her full weight on it yet. The couch groaned, taking the weight of the two with a slight bow in the middle. When the griffon finally sat down, she was taking up just around half the couch, her sides pushing her arms out like fleshy arm rests. With her stomach stuffed as it was, it kept its shape more, sticking out a bit further than usual. The familiar sound of Kehtel’s engine approached them from behind, presenting the two a massive tub of popcorn and large bucket sized sodas that rested in cupholders extended from the arms.

“Thank you Kehtel” Divinity commented, magically maneuvering the popcorn into her mouth before offering some to Gretchen. “You should absolutely have some, it’s delicious.” Gretchen quietly moaned in pain, seeing the popcorn hovering in front of her beak.

“Ih… uh… suuurreeee” she slurred, the pain slowly becoming overwhelming once more, and yet not enough to burst her cover. She then felt the popcorn enter her beak, poor Gretchen slowly chewing it, hoping to delay the inevitable. Yet she had to let the butter soaked popcorn slide down her throat. She swore it felt like she swallowed a lead baseball, feeling it hit her turgid tummy painfully. The griffon swore that she could already feel new stretch marks growing across her gut.

Kehtel bowed with his eyestalk saying, “if you need more snacks, you know how to call me.” The Mr. Handy slowly made his way out, his auxiliary eyes watching the black and white projector displaying the “I Love Lusitano” logo onto the wall.

“Those girls and their programs” Kehtel chuckled to himself, hovering away from the Entertainment Room and began doing his nightly roundup. He slowly explored the entire Stable, following one wall as if going through a maze, occasionally opening lockers, checking behind unlocked doors, before slowly hovering towards the entrance of the stable.

His eyes whirred, opening up the aperture to let in more light and get a better view of the darker hall. The massive gear that locked the Stable stood tall with the numbers “30” cast into it. Kehtel slowly made the rounds, quickly torching a radroach that had the unfortunate luck of appearing in front of him.

“Oh dear, I’ll have to see where that came from” Kehtel groaned before something glittering caught his eye sockets. As programmed, it made a beeline towards the shimmering silver wrapping caught under one of the drawers.

“Tisk tisk, Mr. Cappy is usually so clean” Kehtel commented as he pulled the chunk of wrapper out and opened the door, only to find that it was empty.

“Oh my, Mr. Cappy seems to have eaten all his snacks” the Mr. Handy nodded it’s body in disapproval, “well, I’ll make sure to refill his stash before I recharge for the night.”

“Oh well, a Mr. Handy’s job is never done,”

“Oh Mr. Handy, what would I ‘ever’ do without you?”

Gretchen’s eyes were glued to the moving black and white pictures on the screen. Everything was so different. Gretchen knew things had been different before the megaspells fell but...this was insane. And genius, she couldn’t help but admit to herself. Why lift a hoof when you had something like Kehtel to do everything for you?

“I Love Lusitano was brought to you by the good ponies of General Atomics International.”

The titular Lusitano pony giggled as the multi arm robot finished up putting away stained laundry, slowly filling it with an easy to identify box positioned perfectly for the camera.

“And Abraxo, for all your cleaning needs.”

Gretchen couldn’t help herself. Once the show started in earnest, after episode two like Divinity promised, she couldn’t tear herself away. She didn’t know how many ‘seasons’ there were or how many episodes there were, she never thought to ask.

In between episodes, she’d struggle to the attached bathroom. Kehtel brought an endless supply of differing drinks and foodstuff for the two obese creatures essentially living on the couch.

Gretchen lost all track of time, too focused on the show to even really remember why she’d agreed to this in the first place. The episodes flew by, blurring together in between naps, eating, and bathroom breaks. Even Cappy joined them sometimes, setting aside his research in favour of watching a few episodes with his friends.

Time was a blur as the episodes passed. There were no clocks in the room, and while Gretchen could have checked the time at one of the terminals, what was the point? There was good tv to watch, and nothing better to do except eat and watch the goings on of the characters Gretchen liked so much.

Then, Kehtel floated in front of the empty viewscreen, “There you are ladies. The entirety of I Love Lusitano in our entertainment library.”

“All of it?!” Divinity muttered around a mouthful of popcorn, “But-”

“How long have we been watching?” Gretchen asked, shifting her weight a little. The couch continued to groan underneath her, and she ignored it.

“Eight days, 17 hours, and 48 minutes, Miss.”

Gretchen squacked in surprise. Her mind felt like it had been kickstarted after taking a nap. How could she have let Cappy have full reign of the stable for this long? How many stashes could he have filled with food during her absence?

Rocking herself forward, Gretchen built up enough momentum to get her off the couch. Her joints ached at the rough treatment, unused to holding her up so so suddenly. Her front talons, long dulled because of the harsh metal flooring didn’t hit the ground first. Her stomach did.

In her carelessness, Gretchen had finally gained enough weight to have her stomach touch the the ground. Gretchen had to reach around her stomach to walk, the movement slow and awkward. How had she not noticed? Had this been the plan all along?

Two steps and Gretchen could feel how much of her flabby stomach was pressed into the ground. It wasn’t a small amount, that was for sure. If she had to guess, the area of her stomach touching the ground had to be the same size as one of Kehtel’s dinner platters.

Gretchen lumbered around the room, doing her best to try to reduce friction between her stomach and the floor. Nothing she did worked. She couldn’t suck in her enormous amount of flab to make that much of a difference, nor could she keep her belly sucked in for long. It was too much work.

Her stable suit was tight as well, tighter than she’d thought it was. The seams were digging into her sides, legs, flanks, and shoulders. That was with the front of it open, fully allowing her stomach to pool between her legs. She’d have to see if Kehtel had any larger ones.

“Is there anything in the stable that could lift Gretchen’s stomach?” Divinity asked with some concern, noticing Gretchen’s pained, worried expression.

Kehtel hummed for a moment, clearly thinking, “Perhaps there are several creepers left. They should to the job, I’d imagine. You wait here, miss. We’ll get this sorted!” Kehtel hovered away speedily, and the door shut again.

“Wow I didn’t realize you were gaining so quickly,” Divinity said after a moment.

“I didn’t realize how much we were watching!”

Divinity chuckled, “That happens to me all the time! I’m glad I wasn’t alone this time, though. Maybe next time we’ll watch something shorter.”

“Sure,” Gretchen lied. She wasn’t sure she could ever watch something with Divinity again.

A minute or so later, Kehtel came back. He had a long, flat board on wheels. One of his eye stalks focused on Divinity, “Ma’am, would you do me a most appreciated favour and use your magic to lift up Miss Gretchen’s stomach? I’d do it myself but I need my claw to position the creeper properly.”

Divinity’s horn lit up as she smiled, “Sure! Here you are!”

Gretchen’s body went cold, and she felt her heart skip a beat when she felt Divinity’s magic grasp her large stomach and hoist it up into the air. Gretchen held perfectly still as Kehtel positioned the creeper under her. Divinity gently lowered Gretchen’s stomach onto the board. It held, but Gretchen was certain she could hear the wheels squeak with her weight.

Waddling forward, Gretchen was pleased to note the board worked. Parts of the fat that hung off of the board gently brushed the ground as she moved, but it was much better.

Gretchen sighed, moving toward the door. Now she’d been shaken out of her stupor, she resigned herself to never again fall so deeply to the videos again. Resolved, Gretchen decided to start her search for the food stashes that were sure to have cropped up in her absence.

Gretchen would find them, then eat them so the restocking process would begin again. That would delay the plans, she was sure. She didn’t entirely know if Divinity and Cappy were working together, or if it was just all coincidental that they seemed to be aiding each other out in getting ready to starve Gretchen out.

Gretchen wouldn’t fall for their tricks again, and Celestia be damned if she didn’t save herself, even if she had to use more of these boards.