Author's Note

A short commission for the Wind King. Fun to write, and everyone involved liked it!

The Dinner Date

Polaris stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, is blue magic flaring every so often as the Changeling worked to toy with his disguise. Hiding a blemish there, flattening his mane, fixing the fit of his suit. Little details, but for date night the little details mattered. Trying to hide his nervousness. He loved Midnight, loved her to pieces, but...well date night was always a bit nerve wracking.

He kept his blue mane for tonight, it falling straight with a slight curl to the ends, his tail too. His own, but practical all things considered. His suit was one of the fancier that he owned. Black jacket, bow tie, and spats, with a navy blue shirt and colour square in his pocket. He looked quite dignified in it, he thought. The very image of a smart and successful pony, which he was. Though his spending habits could only be matched by those who were born into royalty..Not that it mattered, he was never going to run out of money.

He went to fix his hair again, and was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Polaris teleported himself to the front door in lieu of walking. His manor was large after all, and a Changeling of his means had to show off somehow. Smoothing out his jacket again as he opened it, Polaris was greeted by the face of his driver. A middle-aged earth pony who looked older than he was, and seemed almost nervous.

Polaris turned to call into the house, “Middy! The carriage is here! Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Came the strained reply.

The driver swallowed convulsively. Looking like he very much wished to be swallowed up into the ground.

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The carriage pulled up to the restaurant, a fancy, high class place that served the rich and successful of Equestria. Well-lit, well decorated, and very busy, the place was well-respected and adored by those who could afford it.

The bustling ponies stopped bustling when the carriage pulled up to the restaurant. It was large and well made, the old driver obviously sweating bullets as he panted and heaved for breath. He, and his other carriage puller, looking more disheveled than they had when they’d left the manor.

The carriage was sagging low to the ground, the wood creaking and groaning audibly as it trundled to a stop. Polaris got out, trotting to the side of the carriage facing the restaurant, and opened the door.

Midnight stepped out of the carriage. A bat pony, with striking light grey fur and white markings. Like an appaloosa pony with four white socks. Her dark, purple mane and tail were the perfect contrast. Mane short, her forelock pinned away from her eyes with a fancy clip. Her long tail, normally able to drag along the ground, was curled and coiffed enough that it no longer did. She’d had her maid do most of the work, as it was abundantly clear to anypony who looked upon Midnight that she certainly hadn’t done any of her makeup, styling, or even getting into her dress by herself.

Midnight was wearing a slinky black dress, hugging her body around the bodice and flaring a bit at the hips to drape seductively. By her standards, it was the perfect little black dress.

To just about anyone else, it would have been a tent.

Midnight was well over six-hundred and fifty pounds by now, Polaris’ care had made sure of that. And Midnight’s own desires compounded the problem. Midnight was obese to the extreme, and the dress looked more like a sausage skin than an actual dress. The fact it wasn’t tearing was a credit to its maker.

Polaris offered a hoof as Midnight stepped off the carriage. The carriage groaning, and springing up by almost a foot once her weight was off it. The couple made their way to the entrance together, Polaris acting the gentleman and opening both halves of the double door to allow Midnight entrance. Her shuffling, waddle slow and deliberate as she made her way to the Maitre’d.

The Maitre’d looked for their reservation with barely disguised disdain. His nose wrinkling a little bit as he had to wait for Midnight and Polaris to follow him through the restaurant and to their reserved table. It was his job to be aware of everyone in the restaurant while he was on shift, and as the Maitre’d with the most Seniority, he was almost tempted to refuse them service. But a mare that large had to have a large appetite, and it certainly couldn’t hurt their wallets any if she ate a few courses.

Midnight eased herself into the row of four chairs provided to her, her rear spreading out over them and making them sag and creak just like the carriage before. Not that Midnight minded, she was too busy looking around and wondering what everypony was eating as they stopped to stare at her enormity. Whispers, cruel and judgemental, starting up.

It only made Midnight more eager for this meal, her stomach growling and mouth starting to salivate at the sights and smells and sounds of food.

Midnight was a truly obese mare, weighing in somewhere at six-hundred and 73 pounds this morning. Her cheeks looked like a chipmunks, even when she wasn’t eating, sagging low against the fatty rolls that were all that remained of her neck. Her double and triple chins were of no consequence to her, melding with her sagging neck rolls and merging even more with her drooping pigeon chest and massive stomach. Her stomach was her largest asset, even larger than her four-chair plot behind her. Pressing into her legs, making movement all the more difficult. Creating rolls and folds and occasionally getting her stuck in doorways. Her wings, bat-like protrusions, were mostly safe from the onslaught of calories, but the joints around them weren’t. Nor were they safe from her back rolls.

Midnight loved her new body, loved feeling her stomach hanging off her knees. Even as restrained as it was with the dress. It did make getting around easier, the flab was more controlled, but that didn’t mean she wanted to feel like she was going to burst out of it at any moment.

Once Polaris was settled, and they’d had a little time to look over the menu, a jittery unicorn waiter came to take their orders. Her magic holding her pen and pad. Probably new to the restaurant then, fearful of forgetting things for these high class ponies.

“I would like the insalata mimmo please.” A salad made of tomatoes, avocado, red onion, fresh mozzarella, extra virgin olive oil with balsamic vinegar sounded amazing for a starter. “And I’ll have the risotto sottobosco for dinner.”

“And to drink?” The waiter pressed, scribbling frantically.

“A beer, a domestic, the finest you have. Price is no object. Let the chefs choose if they’d like.”

The waiter nodded frantically, gulping as she looked to Midnight, “And for you ma’am?”

“I would like some wine, red please. Let the chef choose…” Midnight bit her lip, looking over the menu like it was hard to choose, “I...would like the gnocco fritto, please. And the trenette, lasagna alla gino, the gnocchi, the spaghetti aglio e olio, the branzino, and a side of the asparagi alla griglia. Please.”

The waiter nodded, scribbling away still.

“Oh what about the risotto aragosta? I’ve heard good things,” Polaris prompted, still looking at his menu, “Or maybe the salmone, the bucatini, raviolini, or-” and proceeded to point out nearly half a dozen other dishes to the ones Midnight had already ordered. Each one given a nod of approval, leaving the waiter to scribble helplessly, adding to the long order.

“That’s everything for now, but we’ll keep a copy of the menu.” Polaris smiled.

The waitress nodded, all but running off to put in the order.

There was some bread on the table, and now they were alone it was gone within minutes. To give the restaurant credit, they refilled it many times over the course of the following meal, and Midnight ate all but two of the little rolls.

When the first courses arrived, Midnight dove in with abandon, loudly and eagerly. Groaning and moaning, getting her muzzle covered with the thick sauces provided.

The ponies around them held her in obvious derision and contempt, looking down their noses at her and muttering amongst themselves.

With each insult, Midnight ate all the faster. Causing more of a scene. Polaris, who was seated across from her, seemed serene in comparison. A small, knowing smirk on his lips as he ate his food normally.

After every course arrived, Polaris would stop the waiter and add more things to the order. Trying some of these exotic things that he knew Midnight hadn’t had before. Ordering champagne and more food and even a few desserts to break up the savoury foods.

Midnight’s dress had been complaining before the show of gluttony began. With each plate consumed, most licked clean, the dress was starting to lose the battle. Giving up the ghost as Midnight’s stomach bloated and bulged outward, stuffed to the brim with food as she continued gorging herself. Her chairs sagging underneath her as she continued to eat.

Her display caused some of the nearest diners to her to leave. Polaris surreptitiously taking half-eaten meals for Midnight’s benefit and replacing the plates. Her dress tearing a little more with each plate of food she ate.

It was a noisy affair, and the waitstaff couldn’t keep up with how quickly she was eating. Taking cartloads of plates and hardly making a dent. The table groaning under the burden of so much heavy crockery.

Until, panting, Midnight sat back and belched. Staring at her plate of pasta with glazed over eyes, panting and wheezing before turning her violet eyes to Polaris in that pleading way she had. Far too tired to continue this show of force by herself. Her stomach bloated, dress creaking. Little tears allowing flesh and fur to peek out. Her breath wheezing in and out of her body as she tried to get the burning in her front legs to stop. She was not a mare built for exercise, and it took a lot to feed herself.

It was mostly desserts from here on out, if Polaris remembered right. Moving around the table to lay on top of Midnight’s stomach, hooves moving about to rub and grope as his magic started feeding her. Cakes, sweet consommes, cookies, gelatos and sorbets, boozy tiramisu, all disappearing into her gullet. All of them sweet and rich, influenced by some of the best, fattiest ingredients that were available. Their brilliance, and the brilliance of the other dishes, lay in the fact they weren’t too much for one pony.

The final bite of food, a rich chocolate cake covered in buttercream and fruit, was enough for her dress. Ripping and tearing could be heard throughout the restaurant as the garment gave up, Midnight’s flesh bulging out suddenly now it wasn’t restricted. Her belly surging forward to knock over their table that was piled high with dishes. Crockery spilling everywhere, ladies and gentlemen gasping and shrieking at the suddenness of it all.

Midnight’s plot, now also free, crushed the seats she’d squeezed herself onto, dropping them both to the floor. Midnight letting out a short scream and Polaris simply clutching for dear life as Midnight’s fat jostled them both quite badly.

The restaurant stopped. All heads now turned to them just in time for Midnight to let out an ear-splitting belch. At least one lady fainted, and it was clear that they’d overstayed their welcome.

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It was only because of Polaris’ magic that they got home. Midnight far too bloated and full to walk, or really stand. He’d teleported them directly to the manor, helping Midnight get comfortable before taking care of himself.

Because it had finally happened. Midnight’s stomach was now large enough that it lifted her hooves off of the floor and spread underneath her like a mattress. It was rock hard underneath all the soft fat, bloated gurgling as it worked to start digesting the obscene amount of food stuffed into it.

Midnight was in a happy daze, utilizing the last of her mobility to stroke directly where her front hooves could reach, groaning and belching as her body worked to digest. Clearly in the throes of a food coma, and loving every second of it. She hadn’t grown sick of this yet, and didn’t think it’d ever change. The eating and gaining, it was too pleasurable to stop. Not even with the stares and glares and poking fun she had to endure for her own pleasure.

Polaris was safely out of his disguise, and his suit, laying half on top of Midnight’s back and half onto her stomach. His chitin off black, contrasting with his hair. Trying to ease the discomfort she must be feeling by trying to knead her stomach, trying to feel and touch as much as he could.

“You know, I don’t think I can take you anywhere by carriage anymore,” Polaris’ tone was teasing, and he leaned in to press a kiss to one of Midnight’s rolls. Nibbling at it playfully before moving to massage the base of her wings, earning a groan of pleasure.

Midnight chuckled, burped, then groaned. Unable to answer before Polaris continued.

“Do you have any idea how many pegasi would be needed to haul you out of here? I’m thinking maybe a dozen or more. Thank the Creators I was there to take you home. You bloated, fat, piggy of mine.” Polaris crooned.

Midnight chuckled, “Well whose fault is that? You don’t even let a mare get hungry before you offer more food!”

Polaris pressed more kisses, nuzzling into the soft fat beneath him, “Oh my love you were already fat! You just didn’t know your potential yet.”

Midnight huffed a sigh, but it was clear she was smiling, “And who exactly took me out to eat all those times? Or encouraged me to eat until I could hardly walk from how bloated and full I was? Or conjured food so we didn’t even need to get out of bed?” She’d always been a fat pony, but had really started gaining when she realized that others were going to judge her no matter what she did. No point trying to live up to others’ expectations if you were miserable.

“I never forced you to eat!” Polaris laughed, massaging a bit harder along her stomach. Earning another belch and a snort.

“No, that was all me. Did you see those idiots at the restaurant!? Bet they’re still talking about the pig they saw today.”

“I think everypony will talk about you. All about your beauty and you’re appetite and how beautiful you are.”

Midnight snorted. “Hmmm. Well, This was nice.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Polaris murmured with a sigh. “I’m so glad I can keep you in food.”

“Think I made it past six seventy-five?” Midnight asked.

“It’ll be a miracle if you didn’t get past seven-hundred.” Polaris returned. “Think we’ll need a new scale?”

A pause and Midnight laughed, “I ordered a cattle-weighing one the other day. I can’t believe I already beat you too it-” cutting herself off with another belch.

Polaris was going to say something else, but the conversation was derailed when Midnight’s stomach growled hard enough that her entire body shook with the force. Her fat rippling and jiggling.

She couldn’t crane around to look over her shoulder at Polaris, but it was clear her smile had turned into a smirk, “Would you be a dear and order this piggy some pizza? I’m hungry again.”