Author's Note

A commission for the lovely Midnight Blossom. As awesome to work with as ever.

It's basically what it says on the tin here, folks. It's Midnight gorging herself to crazy sizes, while set in the Captured universe. So extreme weight gain, some slobbishness, and all that good kind of stuff.

~~Yes I know I have other stuff to work on. Trust me, I'm getting there.~~

Captured Universe: Midnight Blossom

Midnight was angry.

Beyond angry, even, she was livid. Frustrated, and tired, and just the right amount of fear added on to leave her a trembling, grumpy mess as she watched six mares be carted out of Canterlot and back to Ponyville.

Here she was, trying to enjoy a nice snack of all the appetisers this cafe had to offer, and all she could hear were whispers.

Sure the mares in question were the Elements of Harmony, who had been famously missing for quite a while. Of course their return would cause a stir, that wasn’t what Midnight was angry about.

They were huge. All of them. Immobile, lardy blobs of pony flesh who looked hardly capable of performing simple tasks on their own without help. And they were getting sympathy.

“Being at that size must be so hard-”

“Princess Celestia can’t leave the throne room I heard, I wonder if not being able to move hurts-”

“Should’ve seen the plot on Princess Luna! It was amazing!”

Crowded voices. Showing sympathy, concern, wishing them all the best. Hoping against hope that there could be some form of cure for the ailment that now affected everypony.

They were all fat now. Which of course made it fine to forget that these same ponies used to mock Midnight, would ridicule her, would steal her things, steal her work, sabotage her career. But now it was all tea and sympathy, with vague hopes that these immobile blobs could help them, or help themselves.

Midnight knew, deep within her soul, that if the ponies wishing the immobile mares had seen them before the Fattening Sleep, that the Bearers of the Elements would have gotten the same treatment that Midnight was so familiar with. Shunned, mocked, careers ruined, called names, anything and everything under Celestia’s sun.

Even the tabloids used to jab at Princess Luna and Princess Celestia’s physique when they could. Midnight was no stranger to tabloid magazines calling for Celestia to lay off the cake, or for Luna to stop eating so much chocolate.

There was none of that now, quite the opposite in fact.

It hurt. Midnight stuffed the last of the pastries she’d been trying to consume into her mouth, chewing frantically. Throwing down some bits on the table before starting the laborious process of getting up and going home. She couldn’t deal with this anymore, the sheer hypocrisy was going to drive her insane if she stayed and listened.

Unlike most of Equestria’s population, Midnight was already rather fat before they’d all entered what the press was calling the Fattening Sleep. Some weird fugue state where ponies cleared their pantries, did their chores, but did little else. Gaining pounds upon pounds of excess fat in the process. Some only a hooffull, some significantly more.

The last time Midnight had gotten herself weighed, she’d clocked in at around four hundred and thirty odd pounds. And she’d gained since then. She’d been a roly-poly mare, with rounded cheeks, a rapidly disappearing neck, a sagging belly that reached past the rolls where her ankles used to be.

She’d gained quite a bit over the Fattening Sleep. Not as much as the Princesses, or other notable figures, but a respectable amount. In the panic and worry of the days following everypony’s collective awakening, she’d caved and gone to the doctor for another weigh in.

Five hundred and ninety-eight pounds. Guessing that she’d weighed somewhere near four-fifty before the sleep, that was...what, a hundred and fifty pounds? Give or take a few?

Midnight huffed, her pendulum of a stomach sending one poor stallion nearly sprawling as she did her best to waddle at speed back home. It was...going about as well as could be expected, given a mare her size and exercise level. Which were supermorbidly obese and none, respectively.

It didn’t take long for Midnight’s aching, atrophied muscles to start screaming for rest. Or her heart to beat so quickly it felt like her chest was burning. Or maybe that was her overtaxed lungs. She had to reach around her stomach to move at all, making her legs hurt more than they already did. Midnight’s stomach firmly touched the ground now, rubbing against Canterlot’s cobblestones painfully.

Midnight didn’t pay that much attention to it, though. Focusing solely on getting home so she could get out of the public’s way and not deal with their hypocrisy anymore. She was angry at them, at the kidnappers, at whoever had managed to do this to an entire population.

It was one thing to choose what happened to your body. To force feed yourself until you were so fat you had difficulty moving. It was another thing entirely to find out that somepony else made you do it. Made it so you didn’t remember. Made it so you went to bed one evening, only to wake up weeks, maybe months, later only to find you’d gorged yourself to near immobility.

It was scary, and frustrating, and all Midnight wanted was to prove them all wrong. Huffing and puffing, sweat trickling down her skin and darkening her coat, Midnight managed to trudge the last of the way home. Lifting shaking legs up high enough to take the two steps before squeezing herself inside. Her sides pinched in the doorway, leading to a brief struggle, but she managed to squeeze inside and give the door a satisfactory slam. She’d need to get her door widened soon to accommodate her wider sides, but that was doable.

Her couch was as far as her aching, shaking legs could take her. She collapsed onto it an out of breath, sweaty heap. Gasping and panting for air, like she couldn’t get enough, she was struck with an idea.

They thought immobility was fat? That that was hard? Too difficult to deal with?

I’ll show you so fat that immobility will seem like fucking nothing. Midnight decided, her rage burning in her chest. She rested a few minutes more, before shifting so she could grab the phone.

She ordered pizza, dessert, and a few bottles of soda.She was already full, her stomach bloated and uncomfortably tight from all the pastries she’d already eaten. Her stomach hurt, and was churning from all the calories she’d already dumped into it, but Midnight wanted more.

Needed more. To prove to herself that so long as she was making a conscious effort to fatten that all of the pain ponies had put her through meant something.

It took a little while for the food to arrive, but the delivery pony knew her by now and knew to come inside and put the pizza and drinks on the coffee table. The pony that had been a thorn in her side now had no room to talk. She was fat now, too, bulging out of a uniform that looked uncomfortably tight.

They didn’t say a word, but it only cemented Midnight’s thought that she needed to get as fat as possible, as quickly as possible. For herself, and prove everyone that she could be the fattest without any sort of edge. No weird kidnappings, no royal kitchens, no personal chefs. Just pure gluttony.

It didn’t take long for Midnight to start gorging herself on the food she ordered. Greasy pizza, garlic breadsticks, and buttery cinnamon breadsticks slathered with royal icing. The first couple of bites hurt, but Midnight pushed past it.

Her stomach bloated with every bite she swallowed. It was tight, angry, pushing against her hind legs and bumping against the coffee table with every movement.

By the time she finished, Midnight was in unbelievable pain. Pinned in place by her aching, stuffed gut. Gasping for air like she’d run a marathon, it was a relief when Midnight passed out from the pain instead of giving into it.

(LINE BREAK)

Weeks passed, and Midnight was clinging to mobility with sheer stubbornness and a desire to continue doing what she wanted to do without relying on technology or other ponies for help. It was a grueling task, but one she tackled with every iota of stubbornness she could.

Since she’d made up her mind to gain weight all the more rapidly, Midnight’s appetite grew. Stuffing herself to bursting at every opportunity, grazing on snacks, ordering more and more takeout so she could laze on her sofa and not burn so many precious calories. It was effective, at least, not so far removed from how she’d stuffed herself to fat before all this had happened.

It was slow going, tedious, but the effort was worth it. She didn’t have any freebies or anything to help her gain weight, nopony willing to go get her groceries, nopony else stuffing food down her gullet but her. There was no cheating here, just...sheer gluttony.

Sadly, there were cons to such gluttony. And Midnight was feeling the full effects of them as she struggled along the street. The skin of her stomach was rubbed raw where it touched the ground, furless and red with irritation. Sweat beaded along her skin, dampening her coat and making her rolls stick together. She panted, wheezing and gasping for air as she laboriously reached to inch herself forward along the sidewalk. So close to reaching her destination, yet still so far.

Midnight wasn’t sure how much she weighed anymore. The effort to go to the doctor to find out was too great, the payoff too little. Fat hung off of Midnight, clinging to every spare inch of space it could find. Always competing, fat cells fighting and expanding for more room. A sizable portion of her stomach touched the ground now and it was growing heavier, taking up more space, making it harder to move all the time. Nevermind the fat collecting everywhere across her body, making her joints stiff and harder to move, creating rolls and folds that got in the way. Her plot was massive, weighing her down and overhanging her hocks. Another obstacle to get around when trying to move around. Or do much of anything, from eating, to standing, to going to bed.

Eventually, though, Midnight reached her destination. Pausing in front of the double doors for a long moment before making her way inside. Her stomach squished against the doorframe, her hips pinched. She struggled for a few seconds before managing to wiggle her way inside. Panting and wheezing all the more for the extra effort, the moment the doors swung shut behind her, Midnight knew she’d made the right decision in coming back. Cold, cool air graced her skin and made her shiver. A relief from the outside, for sure, and a blessing to her overheated body.

A buffet, better yet an all you could eat buffet that was starting to cater to the new sizes and new appetites of larger ponies. It was an early adapter, and a business that Midnight well and truly supported. Half of it was in the old style, wood paneling and greenery, while the other half and more recent additions were more metallic. Smooth metal tables and glaring lights, with extra reinforced furniture for the heaviest clients.

Already, the smells emanating from the restaurant were enough to make her mouth water, even as her stomach gurgled and tried to digest the food she’d already eaten.

“Table...for one.” Midnight wheezed once she reached the hostess. Who nodded, and was kind enough to lead Midnight to one of the closer tables. Midnight collapsed onto a double wide, triple reinforced bench.

A tablet was on the table, as well as a pitcher of ice cold water. She drank a glass, not wanting to fill herself up but needing to cool down, before she started ordering food on the tablet. This was not a high class buffet that served the most expensive of dishes. Oh no.

This was a buffet that promised calories. Gaining inches and pounds with every course eaten. Selling the cheapest, fattiest, junk food around. Canterlot, and Midnight, were hooked. Nopony eating here was on the smaller side of fatness, at least not anymore. A few weeks of this sort of food would turn anypony into a real porker.

Not as big a porker as Midnight, but it was cute they tried. Chubby cheeks and guts pressing against the table didn’t mean much, though, not unless there was real drive behind their gorging. Midnight couldn’t help but wonder, briefly, what it would be like to be so small. She couldn’t remember what it was like before she started having real issues moving around because of her size. It didn’t really matter, though, Midnight was concerned with growing fatter, not losing. There’d be no point in losing now, not when she finally had an edge over those who had ridiculed her.

Midnight waited impatiently for the first wave of food to arrive. Her stomach growled all the louder the longer and longer it went without food. For the first time in what seemed like an age, there was a bit of a break in between her binges.

It didn’t last long, of course. Deep fried mozzarella sticks, waffle fries, cheese filled quesadillas, deep fried pickles, perogies, and potato skins were all soon crowded onto her plate, and Midnight began to gorge. Any semblance of manners gone out the window in favour of stuffing herself to capacity and beyond.

Crumbs and sauces smeared across her fat-coated muzzle, and stained the grey fur of her cheeks. Her cheeks and chins rubbing together and rippling as Midnight gobbled her way through a decadent amount of food in record timing, especially given her gorging earlier in the day. Her stomach growled audibly, groaning and churning enough that other patrons looked at her curiously, even as they were busy stuffing their own faces.

Midnight paid them no mind. Focusing entirely on her own food. Eating more, wanting more, ordering more. Taking full advantage of the low price point and the calorie laden foods at her disposal, sending the staff into a tizzy to keep up with her and the other patrons.

As was her new custom, Midnight ate until she couldn’t. Well past the point of pain, the world flickering a little as her body struggled to cope. Her stomach overfull and angry, body ready to reject the food she’d painstakingly gobbled up.

Midnight rested, eyes half lidded, as she digested. Knowing better than to try to move right away. Her wheezing breaths echoed in her ears, as did her gurgling stomach. She did her best to soothe her stomach, rubbing as much of it as she could with her hooves. Not bothering to muffle the eventual belch.

It hurt, almost blindingly so, even with the release of pressure. But it was now safe to leave before the restaurant threatened to banish her. Slowly, then all at once, she flopped off of the bench. Another groan leaving her as her stomach pressed into the ground. It was harder to move this full, but the walk would help make some room for more snacks before she sat to enjoy her food coma.

The waddling, shuffling, messy mass of a mare slowly made her way towards the door after she paid. The pace was slow, almost agonizing for her and those who watched. Maybe it was time to bite the bullet, and buy a couple of Belly Boards. They’d help right?

Would they help her burn fewer calories? It would be worth it then, to buy them.

The doors opened as Midnight approached, and she continued. Intent on getting home and ordering something from a catalogue. Be it Belly Board, or electric scooter, or a mechanized cart. Something that would help her move around.

She’d barely squeezed inside the restaurant earlier. Her fatty sides and rear scraping and rubbing against the door frames.

Midnight’s bloated, churning stomach was far more bloated than it had been. And it only took a few shuffling steps for Midnight to become hopelessly wedged in the doorway. She squirmed, her sides pinching, huffing and puffing with effort but she was stuck fast.

There was an audible sigh from somewhere behind her, and a voice yelled, “Hey, Chaser? Get the grease, somepony’s stuck again!”

(LINE BREAK)

Equestria was changing rapidly. Technology was everywhere, homes and businesses were locked into cycles of refurbishment and renovations to make room for the expanding population. Accessibility ramps, widened doorways, reinforced furniture, extra wide hallways, houses being torn down to be rebuilt to have only a ground floor.

Midnight’s house was, thankfully, easily redone. It hadn’t been cheap per se, but it sure made life easier. Giving her ample room to order whatever food she wanted to gorge on, and still have a little room for growth.

The living room had been a good place to gorge after her last cart had broken underneath her too. Finally fully immobilized, Midnight had known it coming. It’d take a lot for somepony not to notice the creaking wood, the fine cracks in the frame, or her bountiful flab overhanging the edges like a bread pan overfilled.

This new one was a new model. Fully mechanized, upgradable, certified to hold a pony much larger than Midnight was now. It wasn’t cheap, but it was made with the intention that somepony would outgrow it. The geniuses behind the invention had figured out some way that you could link carts together. Buy new units to add onto the original to create more room.

All Midnight needed to do now was wait, and since she was waiting, she was idly grazing on some food. A deep fried hayburger, fries fried in lard and topped with chili and cheese. It was delicious as it was fattening, the restaurant promoting that their food could put pounds on and extra inches with meals alone. Midnight, for one, was excited to test that theory out.

Midnight was massive now, more so than her normal. All because of the work she’d put into herself. Endless buffets of high calorie food, spending lots of money for new technologies that made it so she rarely had to lift a hoof for herself and burn precious calories. The technologies were...odd looking in her house, chrome and wood clashing together, but it just showed off how much things had changed in such a short period of time. Besides, what mattered was her weight, not the aesthetic of her house.

And yet she still wasn’t big enough. The new cart would help, hopefully, meant that she wasn’t trapped inside her own house at least. Maybe it’d be worth leaving Canterlot for a while...finding out how other Equestrian cultures had adapted to increasing their calorie counts could be interesting-

The doorbell rang, and Midnight perked up. Still chewing idly, turning her head as much as she could to look at the entrance of her house.

A few seconds passed, and a mare came through. A unicorn, fat and wobbling but still mobile, entered the house. She had gained evenly all over, giving her a smooth appearance with minimal rolls. Her aura was ignited, a deep purple, and a cart followed after.

At seeing Midnight, the unicorn beamed. She was a light purple, with pink mane and tail. Both cropped short. Her cutie mark was faded and stretched out to the point where Midnight couldn’t quite tell what it was supposed to be anymore.

“Hello!” The unicorn greeted, grinning hard enough that dimples formed in her cheeks. She positioned the cart close to Midnight, presumably in preparation for lifting Midnight into it. The cart was impressive, made of metal and cushioned on the inside for maximum comfort. “I’m Starry Sky and I’m a representative for Stout Enterprises, here to personally deliver your new cart but also to present you with an offer.”

“Oh?” Midnight did stop chewing then, for a moment, ears swiveling towards Starry to better hear the mare. Between Midnight’s noisy stomach, her wheezing breaths, and the chewing she might miss something important.

Starry nodded, “You’ve made quite a stir you know. Always eating like that, your appetite is said to rival the princesses.”

“Oh?” Now that piqued Midnight’s interest. Starry grinned.

“You still weigh less than they do, you’re smaller for sure, but you’re closing in on them. And the other elites. Making them nervous. Plus, you’ve become an unofficial...mascot? For those who really really want to gain weight.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Which was true, genuinely, Midnight had been wrapped up in her own spite and desires she hadn’t made much time for other things, like magazines or seeing where her writing was going beyond her usual security checks.

“You’re becoming quite popular. Your reputation from before helps, I think. Everypony knows you were fat before all this happened, and that you endured a lot of backlash for it. They know you’re not gaining for fashion’s sake, so they figure there’s got to be something good about pigging out all the time like you.” Starry half shrugged, an easy smile still on her face. “We’ve noticed. Equestria has noticed, even if you haven’t. And, we were hoping to find out if you’d be interested in stress testing our new line of carts and belly boards. We’d pay you of course, and feed you well.”

Midnight blinked slowly, clearly thinking it over. Part of her wanted to hurry up and accept the deal, but she’d been burned before by blindly accepting that her employers had her best interests at heart. “Stress testing? What would that entail?”

The grin was larger now, “Good question, actually, so we’d need you to gain weight. Lots of it, and quickly. You’re large, obviously, but not the largest pony. Since everypony knows all you want to do is get fatter, we can help you reach the sizes you dream about.”

The thought was enough for Midnight to accept. Sizes she dreamed about? She dreamed about being larger than the Canterlot Mountain, she dreamed about being so large that a whole fleet of robots and ponies would work around the clock to keep her comfortable.

“I’m interested, for sure. More than interested.” Midnight said after a moment. Taking the time that she was thinking to eat, licking the chili off of her muzzle. “I want to try this out at any rate.”

Starry’s smile widened all the more. “Good!” Her horn ignited, and for a moment all Midnight could feel was a strange weightlessness as she was lifted from the ground and lowered into the cart. Midnight’s weight was obviously a struggle for the unicorn, her aura glowing brightly with the strain and sweat beading along her body, but it was doable. “I’m glad to hear it. We have an office here, so you’re more than welcome to join us at any time.”

The cart was comfortable, with a bit of breathing room that felt weird after so long being squished into a cart that pinched and hurt to be in for any amount of time. Midnight settled into it, stretching as best she could, her atrophied muscles aching from even that small amount of movement.

Midnight was large. Her stomach pooling under her like a mattress, making her legs spread out to either side of it. It rose her up, spread out to either side from her widened barrel. Her wings were sunken into its enormity, creating folds where they rested. Her plot melded with her flanks, stretching out her cutie marks and making her tail look small by comparison. There was a roll down her spine, starting from her withers and ending just before the dock of her tail started. Midnight was just a roll-covered mare, with ample rolls and folds for her fat to further divide. Her flanks bulged over her hocks, resting heavily against the rest of her legs. Her shoulders were covered in loose fat that shook with every small movement of her body, from breathing to eating, sending cascades of motion through the rest of her. Her limbs could still be considered limbs, distinct folds still present where her joints were buried underneath so many pounds of excess blubber she could hardly twitch them.

Midnight’s neck was nonexistent, consisting of a single roll that melded with her shoulder fat, back fat, and drooping pigeon chest. Leaving her head a spherical, fatty thing dripping with fatty chins, jowls, and sagging cheeks.

In all, she was the picture of gluttony. And still she craved more, demanded more, ate more. Relished in her deepening folds, enjoying each new sensation that each new pound made her feel. And she wanted more, always more, trying to outshine and outeat everyone else through sheer perseverance alone.

“When do you want me there?”

“Well, I’ll need to bring your answer to corporate. I know they’re excited though, so they’ll probably speed through the paperwork. They’ll give you a call, probably within the nex few days, if not sooner. So you might want to expect it.”

Midnight nodded, her flab swaying and squishing together with that small motion. “Alright. Thank you.”

“It’s no problem! Hopefully we’ll see each other again soon. Did you need anything else?”

“No...I’m fine.” Midnight’s lips quirked upwards, “Just hungry, eager to get going.”

“Of course you are. Such a good eater. I can order you something if you like-”

“No. I’ve got it.” Already a plan was forming, something to really stretch out her stomach. A full blown buffet of epic proportions, her in Midnight’s own home. It would allow her to eat as much as she wanted for however long she wanted.

Starry nodded, taking her leave to waddle out the door. Leaving Midnight to her plans.

She wasn’t sure how she’d figure out how to eat for twenty-four hours straight, but Midnight was sure she could manage somehow.

(LINE BREAK)

The building was large, the employees were large, and so was the furniture.

Honestly, none of it surprised Midnight after all the time spent seeing how Equestria was changing, but it was still good to know that a corporate place was adapting too. No too small cubicles here, she’d bet.

She’d been given a short tour of some of the offices, and plied with more food, before Starry had led her here. Downstairs, into some sort of factory area. Which made a decent amount of sense, may as well use the mountain’s existing caves and save space in the city proper.

“Alright, and here is where you’ll be testing things, hopefully.” Starry shot Midnight a grin. “Something that I waited to tell you until now, is the exact nature of the stress testing. You’re large, larger than some of our clients, but not the largest. So you’ll need to meet a weight requirement before testing things out. Belly Boards, carts, and other gadgets will be all on the docket. Belly Boards to a lesser extent, given the fact that your hooves can’t touch the ground, but still. It’s good to see what sorts of weight they can support.”

Midnight nodded, “How much weight would I need to gain?”

Starry’s lips pursed as she thought, “I’m...unsure, that will depend on your weight of course. But you’ll need to become quite large for the tests we’ll be running. Think Twilight Sparkle or larger.”

Twilight, by this time, had mostly faded out of the spotlight while her friends seemed to revel in their new sizes. Still, though, she made headlines whenever she was spotted with her friends. And she was...large, massive. Her legs disappeared under their own weight, bulging with rolls and folds-

“Yes.” Midnight said, licking her lips in anticipation. “I want to get as big as I can, and I think you’ll help me achieve that goal.”

“It’ll be...an intense diet,” Starry forewarned. “Extremely high calorie, you won’t be allowed to do much of anything for yourself. Spells will mitigate certain needs, and our team will handle the rest.”

“How will I eat?”

“That’s the genius part.” Starry beamed, waddling forward, using her magic to bring Midnight along. “You won’t have to worry so much about that. You’ll be fed via tubes, which will allow you to be pumped full even when you’re sleeping! Won’t that be interesting? Tube feeding is becoming something of a trend in some households.”

“Huh.” Midnight enjoyed eating, and eating messily, but she couldn’t help but think about being larger. This could stretch out her stomach, help her gain more. And she wasn’t doing it just for the clout, either, this was part of her job. “My answer is still yes.”

“Excellent.” Starry continued to lead Midnight into the cavern. Into an area with a large vaulted ceiling, with several vats of...something in containers. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to cast a spell on you to make you sleep for a little while, so the doctors can insert the tube. It’s uncomfortable otherwise, and we don’t want you too stressed out or moving too much.”

On that, Midnight could agree. “Of course. Thank you, again, for this opportunity.”

“The pleasure is all ours, I assure you.” Starry’s aura glowed all the brighter, and Midnight’s world grew a little fuzzy.

It’d be worth it though. Just a bit of discomfort for untold weight gain. Midnight kept that thought close as she drifted off into sleep, relaxed and snoring loudly, blissfully unaware of what was going on around her.

(LINE BREAK)

Midnight wasn’t entirely sure what they were pumping her full of, but whatever it was was working. She’d blown up exponentially in a matter of weeks, growing blobbier and less-pony like as her body started to lose definition from the sheer amount of weight she’d gained. She was constantly ‘eating’ now, having her stomach pumped full of whatever concoction needed to get her to the weight they wanted her at.

She was close, by their estimates, and felt it. Hot and bloated, with new rolls and folds forming every day. Her stomach was constantly gurgling and growling, struggling to keep up and digest what was being forced into it.

In spite of the discomfort of the tube, Midnight was delighted with these changes in herself. Starry even brought mirrors down so Midnight could admire her burgeoning figure in the mirror.

Most notably, the thing that Midnight relied on to tell her how much she was gaining, was the status of her cart. It had started out fairly roomy, with some space between her fat and the sides to hold snacks, but she’d filled in the space readily. Her fat body pressing against the hard sides of the cart and spilling over them.

The cart, no matter how well it was made, was creaking and groaning under her weight. Though they hadn’t moved her from it yet. Maybe she was stress testing it too, to see how much abuse it could handle before giving out.

Midnight was curious to see what would happen, honestly. How much more of her it could take. Would she be in a different cart by the time her fatty rolls swallowed her wings completely? When her hooves were no longer visible? She counted the small milestones and waited, wondering what would finally do it in.

Currently, Midnight was certainly giving it a good college try. Yesterday she’d tested Belly Boards, and had broken most of them, leaving her tired and hungry.

Today was exciting. A new robot assistant that could be hooked up to the side of a cart, allowing non-unicorns more freedom when they were unable to use their hooves and mouths for things they used to. Primarily: feeding. They’d even moved her into a separate testing room, one that was almost like a home kitchen. Steaming dishes laid out across tables, moving as Midnight cleared plate after plate and being replaced by some automated function Midnight didn’t know about.

The feeding tube was currently turned off, so it wouldn’t interfere with the test, allowing Midnight to eat with her mouth for the first time in a while. All she had to do was open her mouth, chew, and swallow. There was nothing else to it, and it was fantastic. The robot twisting on its mechanism, bending to grab a few more dishes, before turning back to Midnight and feeding her one morsel at a time.

It was quick, efficient, and Midnight was enjoying herself immensely. Enjoying the food as it graced her tongue. Sweet dishes and savoury alike, all high calorie and made to be as fattening as possible. Butter, cheese, extra sugar, the flavours were intense and amazing, and even though Midnight’s stomach was bloated and tight, she didn’t want to stop.

There was a hitch in the robot’s movement as it twisted to grab the next tray of food, mozzarella sticks this time, and it froze for a moment. Still holding onto plates, but unmoving.

Midnight pouted, though she took the moment to lick the crumbs from her muzzle.

Then, there was an electric whine, and the robot started to move quickly. Stuffing items into Midnight’s mouth, multiple at a time, hardly giving her time to chew, swallow, or breathe in between movements.

Midnight was exhilarated. She could give them a real stress test with this-

A commotion from the scientists outside the room made her realize this wasn’t part of the test.

Swallowing down an eclair, Midnight made up her mind. Utilizing the last of her mobility in some desperate attempt to keep them away for a while longer, she wiggled. Her hips at first, then contracting and relaxing other muscles. Testing out the capabilities of her body for the first time in a long time, and seeing if she could finally get the cart to give out. The robot was attached to a table, not her cart, for safety purposes, so it would be fine.

There was a terrible, grinding, creaking sound of metal on metal before something gave way underneath her. Sending Midnight to the ground, whole form sloshing. Rolls and folds slapping together with the force of the jolt.

Midnight didn’t seem to notice. Kept on eating, blissfully aware of how her rear now blocked the entrance way into the testing chamber. There was a bit of a commotion as one scientist tried to squeeze through anyway, but was unsuccessful. Good. Midnight could still feel a bit of a gap between her rear and the opposite doorframe, and she wanted to close it before they fixed the robot. Meaning she could take advantage of all this until they figured out another way in, or to remotely turn it off.

Her stomach bloated outward with each mouthful swallowed, without Midnight’s knowledge. Layers of fat adding themselves noticeably with everything she ate. Her flab spreading out as she relaxed, her hooves disappearing bit by bit inside their sleeves of fat, her whole body was expanding.

The scientists scrambled to find some way to stop the experiment. One continued writing notes, noting the formula’s increased effect on Midnight’s figure.

Behind the cameras, somepony watched the proceedings with interest. Ordering new equipment for Midnight so she wouldn’t be trapped in the kitchen room for forever.

She’d get too big for it before too long, and it would be a pain to fix if it came to that point. Better to just...not deal with it in the first place.

Midnight kept gorging. Keeping the insults that had been tossed her way during her career to stave off her aching belly, and keep her going. She had to get bigger.

Bigger, bigger bigger. A private mantra just for herself, to really test to see how big she could get.

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By the time Midnight left the testing center, she was one of the largest mares still in Canterlot. She was so large she couldn’t stay in Canterlot anymore either, for her bulk would block entire streets just by herself.

There were enough immobilized ponies in the streets of Canterlot to threaten the city as was, and besides, if she were removed from the populace at large, Stout Enterprises could continue feeding her whatever and however they wanted.

Midnight wasn’t going to complain about it, either, considering her humongous appetite. Months of feeding tubes and robotic butlers had turned her endless pit of a stomach into something truly remarkable. She rarely felt truly full anymore, and she ate like it.

Even during transport, hooked up to a crane and lowered to one side of Canterlot Mountain, Midnight’s stomach was still being pumped full of food.

Midnight couldn’t fit into a cart anymore. Her limbs were gone, looking more like pillows strapped to approximate locations where limbs used to be. Her cutie marks were so stretched out and faded they were genuinely unidentifiable, even her unique markings were harder and harder to make out as her fat pushed them apart and changed how her body looked.

Midnight was now so fat she didn’t resemble a pony at all. One limb was larger than the average sized pony before the Fattening Sleep, and she looked it. Neck gone, the spare tire of flesh that showed where it had once been was threatening to swallow Midnight’s head. Leaving her head propped up, fat rolling up against the back of her skull and threatening to come for her chins, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened yet.

Midnight was settled on soft grass, near enough to the edge of the mountain she knew where she was, but with ample room still to grow. Nopony else was in sight. The crane lowered vast tanks nearby, for food and oxygen, before turning away back to the city proper.

There had to be other residents to move after all.

Midnight stayed perfectly motionless as the feeding tanks did their work. Not willing to risk moving and burning a single calorie.

She wanted, no needed, to become the biggest mare in history. And if that meant outgrowing a mountain, she’d do it.

Midnight kept her eyes closed, and enjoyed the sounds of nature. Of the water of the waterfalls, the singing of birds, and the sound of wind over the grass. And she dreamed of the grey stone pressing against her, and her winning.

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Midnight wasn’t sure what day it was, or what time it was. Not that it really mattered. Down here in the dark, knowing the time was sort of an exercise in futility.

Since her fat had hidden her face from the world, she hadn’t seen sunlight. Even now, only occasionally could light be bothered to filter it’s way down through the fat tunnel that was propped open by special bars that kept her various tubes in check.

Because of her extreme weight, she couldn’t use a traditional feeding tube. No great loss, in her opinion. Meant she could taste the mixtures she was being given, which was better. There was a small screen, made of durable plastic and lit up an artificial blue, that kept her connected to the outside world. That allowed her to see and hear things she otherwise couldn’t. It also allowed her to choose the flavour of food she was consuming.

Normally, like now, she selected ‘all’ and sucked it down hungrily and speedily. News through the screen was rare, contact from outside even rarer. But with this she could listen to music, go through books and old blog posts, give her other things to think about than her gargantuan size.

There was a pony nearby, she could feel. Oddly hard, but maybe it was medical equipment. Pressing into her left side somewhere, from the ground to where her fat ended. Must be bigger than me then. Midnight huffed to herself, sucking all the more greedily from the hose. She couldn’t have that, nopony could be bigger than she was! She was supposed to be the largest mare in Equestria!

Midnight, unbeknownst to her, was in fact the largest mare. Her connection to the outside world was broken because of her flab pressing into the device, leaving her disconnected and without any real scale for her size.

The thing she thought was a pony to her left was in fact the Canterlot Mountain. Midnight’s mass was large enough there was talk about her crushing it beneath her behemoth body. Ponies and artifacts had all been moved out of the city and the surrounding area, and Midnight’s grey body was an easy to recognize landmark for many creatures of Equestria.

Entire landscapes were buried under her bountiful body, rolls and folds cascading in every direction for several miles. Her head was a mere pinprick in comparison to the rest of her body, as were her limbs.

And still, Midnight ate on. Always assuming ponies were larger than she was, and eating to prove them wrong. Gaining dozens of pounds every single day, never again feeling truly full, Midnight was happy to gorge herself at all hours, even when asleep.