Fallout Equestria: Curse of Plenty

Gretchen reached around her gargantuan stomach, managing to dig her dull talons into a groove of the metal floor. With aching muscles, she did the same to her other front leg. Thus situated, she used the small amount of leverage to try to drag her body forward a bit. Her hind legs were effectively useless in this endeavor. For her to be able to plant them on the floor, she’d have to rock herself back, which would then leave her front legs unusable.

That didn’t stop her hind legs and tail from wiggling in some attempt to help her move, though they did nothing but send her many rolls and folds jiggling.

Gretchen was having severe difficulties moving, as evidenced by her having to literally drag herself across the floor. Not only that, but she got multiple meals from the kitchen, even having more sent to her room for her to gorge on later. All-night gorges were becoming more prominent in her daily life.

Cappy didn’t like that behaviour, Gretchen knew. He made it known. She’d even heard him tell Divinity that it was a ‘bit strange’. Divinity, however, seemed happy to see Gretchen enjoying herself, in spite of the evidence to the contrary.

As time wore on, Gretchen started cursing, yelling, and crying as she stuffed herself. It was endless, never ending. Crying was most common. Little hiccups, shaking rolls of fat with the near-silent sobs, and tears streaming down her fat cheeks to pool into her chins and neck rolls.

She could only imagine how Cappy thought it sad to watch, probably because she knew how much more work would need to be taken to starve her out, but Gretchen didn’t care. She was a survivor, and she was smart, and she had both these ponies figured out and she was bound and determined to outlast them all.

Reaching towards the next groove in the floor, Gretchen continued her journey towards the kitchen. She was hungry, and even though she could just ask Kehtel to bring her food, she thought it best to go to the source of the food. After all, Kehtel could get distracted by doing something for Cappy and/or Divinity. She didn’t want to risk it. It would take a long time to starve her out but she still needed Kehtel’s services.

It took a long time to drag herself to the kitchen. Getting into it was becoming more painful than getting out of bed.

Gretchen dragged herself to the door, then stared at the too-narrow doorway. It pinched, it bruised, it squeezed. It hurt to try to get through it and it was more and more difficult to get through it all the time. But this wouldn’t deter her, oh no. She was going to ensure she kept herself as fat as possible so Cappy and Divinity would never be able to starve her out.

Reaching out both front arms, wheezing, Gretchen encountered her first obstacle: her shoulders were too wide to fit through the door easily. Groaning, wheezing and grunting, Gretchen’s blunted claws scrabbled for purchase on the metal grooves. As she laboriously pulled herself forward, she growled at the door’s pinching. Her fat was pinched heavily, being pulled taut as she continued trying to drag herself forward.It pooled behind the door frame like maple syrup pooled around pancakes.

Gretchen groaned, her hind legs wigging as much as they could as she fought to get herself through.

Behind her there was a metallic sigh. Gretchen paused, trying to hear the telltale sound of Kehtel over her great, wheezing pants for breath.

“Oh dear, Miss Gretchen, not again. I’ll go around and help pull you in. I’ll get Divinity and Cappy, see if they can’t lend a hoof.”

If Gretchen had the air to yell ‘no’ she would have, but as was she couldn’t bring up the air to groan again. Goddesses she hurt, her front legs and shoulders aching from the work of getting her this far. But she couldn’t let Divinity and Cappy see her this vulnerable.

After a few more wheezing breaths, Gretchen summoned all the willpower she still had and began to try to move again. Trying to pull herself forward, even as she could hear the sound of creaking metal.

It didn’t take long for her to give up again. Not only could she not get herself forward, she lost the ability to move backwards a long time ago. She was wedged tightly, and it hurt. After a few seconds, wondering what sort of dastardly plan that could turn this to their advantage, she realized something. Gretchen would be able to watch them come and go, and make them burn more calories because they’d have to go the long way to reach the kitchen.

A few moments after that realization, Kehtel came in from the other door, tutting and whirring as he hovered. He used his grasper-arms to grab hold of Gretchen’s claws.

At the same time, Gretchen felt Divinity’s magic compress her sides and felt two hooves plant themselves in her sizable rear. Gretchen screamed, wiggling a little in protest.

“Sorry Gretch!” Cappy called, “But you’re stuck! Thought Kehtel already told you!”

Gretchen was panicking, whimpering and wheezing and flailing as much as her bloated body would allow. Trying to get out from these ponies influence. What would they do to her now she was in this vulnerable position?

As Gretchen burst into tears, trying and failing to be quiet about it, Kehtel gave the signal. As one, the trio worked to get Gretchen into the kitchen. Kehtel pulled, his engines and parts working and groaning hard to get the near-immobile griffon to budge. Divinity used her magic to compress and shape Gretchen’s fat in the hopes that would get them some room to move, while Cappy just pushed.

It took time, during which Gretchen alternated between cursing them out and sobbing, but they soon got her to budge.Then a bit more, and a bit more, until even her plot had made its way through the door. Leaving just her log-like tail and her dragging, fattened legs.

Cappy collapsed, panting and wheezing for breath as Divinity cheered.

“We did it!” Divinity beamed, watching as Gretchen continued to pull herself into the kitchen.

Even Kehtel looked a little worn from the experience, happy to leave the griffon to her own devices for a while as he checked on Cappy.

“We...did,” Cappy agreed, waving Kehtel off with a weak flop of a hoof. Kehtel bustled to check on Divinity, who directed the robot back to Gretchen.

The griffon lay on the floor, panting weakly, in front of the kitchen device. The one that gave them their food. She’d stopped crying for the moment, but looked concerned. Eyes were wide, still wet from the tears. As Kehtel approached, she growled.

“No…” She was breathing heavier than Cappy, wheezing so hard her whole body shuddered with the effort, “Mine.”

If Kehtel could have blinked, he would have. Instead, he hovered a bit, not wanting to get too close and risk another explosion of emotions.

“You okay, Gretch?” Divinity asked, waddling forward a bit. This earned yet another wheezing growl. Divinity paused, and unlike Kehtel, could blink in shock. After a moment, she swallowed dryly, “Don’t feel bad, Gretch, it was just a matter of time before something like this happened. Come on, after all that hard work I’m sure we could all use a nice, cold Sparkle Cola-”

Gretchen squawked, scrambling to the machine that dispenses all their meals, her claws scraping against the ground as she thrusted her torso forward in some attempt at movement. Even her heavy wings, now resembling large feathered oven mitts, attempted to flap and thrash herself towards the machine.

This was her last chance, they were going to lock her in some room and starve her, convince Kehtel something was wrong and put her in quarantine only to throw away the key. She was not going without a fight, if it was this difficult to get her massive body through the door, then she might be able to make it harder to get her out. NO, even better, to think they are going to starve her, HAH. Use their own plan against them, brilliant!

Her chaotic mind spun as her heart attempted to leap out of her chest. Both Cappy and Divinity taking a step back from her sudden outburst of movement. Gretchen’s immense ass sloshed and shook in front of them, her sunken in rear legs flailing and kicking, all the while her bloated tail bobbled above the two orbs like a car antenna on a rocky road.

“COM-”wheeze-”COMPUTER”-gasp-” she squawked, “EVERYTHING… GIMMIE-” wheeze “EVERYTHING.” Jowls jiggled and shaked from her demands, almost swallowing up her sunken in beak as she opened it up wide. She didn’t care how she was going to do it, pulling herself all the way up to the outlet of the machine, her fat pidgeon chest pushing into the counter way before her head made it over, causing her to roll her body even further forward, raising her ass in the air. She effectively stuck her head in the machine and slapped at the buttons with her sore sunken in arm, just wanting anything to come out.

Icing and cake bits pushed out, immediately being gobbled up by Gretchen before it was given any proper cake form. Soon it was mixed with a noxious mix of Sparkle Cola, syrup, and flapjacks. Gretchen didn’t care if all the sugar made her beak sting, as long as it was going down her gullet, it was doing its job, even as her wide back slowly began to expand outwards, bowing upwards, rolls growing deeper and more numerous.

“I think she snapped” Cappy commented with concern, “you think this is going to be a permanent thing?”

“I doubt it” Divinity replied, her smile somewhat forced by the absolute voraciousness of Gretchen’s gluttony.

“By basic calculations, Gretchen is probably suffering from an extended combination of claustrophobia and ‘Stable Fever’” Kehtel surmised, hovering behind the massive pile of feathered blubber, “it should be noted that recovery is purely determined by the patient's original mental stability, though average recovery is between two to four weeks, but has been noted to take longer or shorter.”

Divinity’s smile became a little more genuine, though still with an undertone of worry. “See, she will be fine, though I can't blame her. Going from the outside wastelands, able to explore the world without a single connection, being free as a griffon flying around in the sky, and then being cooped up in a Stable for I don’t know how long, must be a tough change for her.”

“You have a worryingly colorful view on the wasteland.” Cappy groaned, worried about Divinity’s naive outlook on life and how it’s probably gotten worse with her stay at the Stable.

Kehtel whirred for a moment, continuing to hover, but Gretchen was currently absorbed in her feast so it seemed unlikely they’d get through to her for a while. “Follow me you two. I think I’ll be able to get you those sodas.”

Gretchen, groaning and moaning about the nozzles, was oblivious to the noise behind her.

Kehtel flew off out of the kitchen, and Divinity and Cappy soon followed suit. Well….’soon’ was a bit of a misnomer with how heavy they both were, but they were making their way back to the entertainment room.

By the time Divinity and Cappy had hauled themselves in to collapse on whatever piece of furniture was available (namely two couches), Kehtel was already tapping away at the terminal, humming to himself.

Cappy stretched out his neck, wincing as the joints popped. Goddesses physical things like walking were hard enough, but trying to push the nearly immobile Gretchen through a too-tight door? That was rough. All his muscles, well the muscles that hadn’t atrophied completely away, burned from exertion, and Cappy was sure feeling the brunt of that exertion now. Sweat beading on his skin and pooling in and around his folds.

Divinity had it a little easier, having just used her magic, but still. The walk had not been kind on her, even with her magic pulling up as much of her excess flab as she could. She still needed belly boards, but...well, walking was more and more of an issue for her. Probably would continue being an issue, with how much she was eating. And with how little she was moving, which was significantly less than Cappy.

“There we are!” Kehtel exclaimed. Both occupants were about to ask what was going on before the wall near the other terminal in the room slid open. Revealing the second food generator they’d read about in the files in the Overseer's office.

“Oh,” Divinity said quietly. It hadn’t clicked, not really, that the backup system was here. Right at her hooves this whole time. Welp...no time like the present.

“Two Sparkle-Cola’s?” Kehtel asked. Both Divinity and Cappy nodded.

Soon, they were sipping on the cold, sweet liquid. Quite happy to cool down after their ‘hard’ day.

It didn’t take long for them to eat and drink any calories they’d been able to burn while getting Gretchen into the kitchen.