It’s Not Just The Doughnuts
“There you are dear, can I get you anything else?”
Amber placed the small cup down on the table in front of the mare she was currently serving. It was indeed a very small cup, just enough to hold an espresso inside. The pony just smiled, replying “No thank you.” before taking a sip as Amber trotted away back inside behind the counter, hanging her apron up and just gesturing to her colleague that she was going on her break.
Behind the restaurant she worked in, just off the main Ponyville high street there was a small bale of hay she liked to sit on and relax for the thirty minutes she got on her break before she had to get back to it. Here she was undisturbed and could just read her book whilst munching on a small snack, usually a granola bar or something similarly small but not very filling. She was trying to cut back, despite Amber actually being rather thin (a doctor had once used the phrase under weight to describe her) she still felt better being a little below what she should be in terms of weight than above it.
From one of her small saddle bags she had brought outside with her she pulled out a small bar containing today’s treat, a wheat and oat bake. She also took out her astrology book. Right now she was up to Chapter 7: Asteroids, Meteors and other fast moving objects. Although she had been at the restaurant working as a waiter for a while, Amber was indeed a smart pony. She had done rather well in school in fact and had been destined for a role in astrophysics (one glance at her cutie mark, a rocket ship blasting off was always a reminder) but there were precious few labs in the area. In fact most were located near or in cities like Manehattan. The restaurant gig was just something to earn a bit of money until she found a lab near Ponyville hiring, or she had enough to move somewhere for the job she really wanted.
In any case, it was important to keep her knowledge up to date so she usually checked a book out of the library or had one on hoof to read to continue learning. Before she knew it though, her break was over. She had hardly made it more than five or six pages into the chapter but she had re-read one part a few times which was particularly interesting. Sighing and folding the page over to mark her spot she put the book back in her bags and headed back inside to take more orders. Being lunch time, the restaurant was busy and plenty of ponies wanted something to eat or drink.
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“That should be fine. Give me a few weeks, I only ask for the added time because what you’ve asked for requires some special ingredients I’ll have to acquire. Give me time and you’ll have your brew.” Night Light said with a faint smile to the stallion currently in her home. It wasn’t much of one, but it was plenty for her. The stallion replied “Fine, but this better work.” before handing over a small bag containing the agreed upon amount of bits and heading out the door, saying he’d return in a few weeks to collect what he’d paid for.
Night Light was left alone now, in the time being she could use it to make a start at least on the order before going out to gather the rest of what was needed. Her days were often quiet apart from when ponies did find her to ask for one of her special potions. Night Light didn’t work a traditional job per se. She fulfilled orders for those that wanted particular things and had a knack for brewing potions. Her magic was capable as well, but she quite liked mixing things together for fun a little more. Oftentimes potions could do things that magic couldn’t or had different effects that spells would achieve, but magic could be used to enhance or was enhanced by potions.
Located just on the edge, but still inside the Everfree Forest her home was a little difficult to navigate to but she kept it that way on purpose. The mare didn’t exactly want other ponies stumbling upon her dwelling and bother her a lot. She preferred it when ponies had to seek her out. But she knew the way home - often having to leave herself to go gather material or head into town for other purposes.
Those other purposes were often what was the most fun for her. Night Light had from the outset a friendly attitude, but she often used this as a front to get close to ponies so she could test her potions on unsuspecting victims. Being a little overweight herself, Night Light had become fascinated with potions and magic that could add weight to ponies in recent years. In fact some of her weight had come from a little experimentation here and there which in her earlier days was from her taking the potions herself. Now she preferred to seek out ‘test subjects’ in town and see the effects of those potions on other ponies instead, not that she minded a little pudge.
In any case, it all related to the order the stallion (her first visitor in quite a few weeks) had just asked for. Word of her skill with weight potions had been getting around a little. This one had asked for a potion that could add plenty of weight to a pony but over more time rather than quickly. He had explained it as a practical joke on a colleague and she had not decided to query the request any further, instead almost jumping at the chance to be asked to create something specifically to cause weight gain. Whilst she had gotten some success from her own little experiments, now she could really focus her efforts on putting something together that would work wonders.
There was only one problem. Most of the ingredients she was sure she could gather from around the forest but she knew one or two that she had read about in books were exotic and thus the mare would need to make a trip into Ponyville on market day to see if any of the stalls would hold them. One was a plant, possibly a horticultural pony might be selling it. The other was a kind of waxy residue produced by bees as a byproduct of honey.
Market day was a few days away yet, in the meantime as she had already been doing she could at least make a start on the potion.
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“So that’s two hay burgers, one with lettuce and one without and then two strawberry juices. Coming right up!”
Market day was always testing, it brought additional ponies into the town and often Amber was so rushed off her hooves that she struggled to even get a break during lunch. Today was one of those days. She signed to herself, making a mental note to stop for something on the way home. The only thing that got her through days like this was perhaps a little smalltalk with customers who were friendly. Today though, none seemed really willing to speak beyond ordering. She could hardly blame them though, there was a queue for tables and as soon as they finished eating and had paid Amber was being made to usher them out so new customers could eat.
She had just finished putting the order through to the kitchen when she was told to attend to the waiting line where a singular pony stood at the front who wanted a table for one. “No problem, I can squeeze you in…” Amber cheerfully said, taking her to her seat. The Unicorn didn’t reply and just sat down to look at the menu with Amber saying she’d be back shortly to take her order.
Night Light already knew what she wanted. Luckily she had found the ingredients and it would take her a little time to put the potion together but now she was on the lookout for a test subject, as well as some lunch. When Amber returned, she ordered some hay fries and a light drink from the menu.
“No problem, anything else?” Amber asked Night Light.
“Just a personal thing actually, you’re rather thin - can I ask how you stay in shape?” Night Light queried, pointing to herself. “As you can see I am not the fittest pony.” she said with a smile. It was a ruse obviously, as Amber started to prattle on about granola bars and having a busy job that kept her on her hooves all day Night Light took more notice of Amber’s physique than anything. She was thin, too thin really. She would be the perfect candidate to see the effects of her new potion on more than anything. Working in a restaurant was already going to play into Night Light’s favor as she could see ways in which she could work the potion in. She’d have to return on a day Amber was working and it was far less busy. In the meantime, Amber had finished her explanation and was standing waiting to hear if Night Light wanted to ask for anything else.
“What’s your favorite food here Amber?”
“Oh, the doughnuts - actually I am quite partial to them. Don’t tell anypony else but I do like to sneak one every now and then. Sometimes I wonder if it’s causing me to gain weight…” Amber started to ponder.
“I doubt it, there’s nothing of you. In any case that’s all thank you. I’ll wait for you to bring it.”
“No problem, thank you for ordering!” Amber happily replied, before vanishing back into the restaurant to put Night Light’s order in.
A few more days to make the potion and then she could test it. Night Light’s plan was all coming together.
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“Hmm…”
It was a light blue colour. Not exactly what she was expecting. Generally potions seemed to be well more...menacing in their hue. No matter, the colour was irrelevant. It was what they did that interested Night Light.
She had found, through her own curiosity and testing that the potion could be applied in two ways and one way was far more effective than the other. It seemed what Night Light had brewed was a double whammy in terms of brewing. Before leaving town the mare had purchased a few doughnuts from a local bakery and dropped a few drops from the vial onto one before taking a bite. As she had eaten it, the mare had noticed a few extra pounds but nothing particularly incredible in terms of weight gain. It was actually a little underwhelming.
But then she had decided to combine the potion with a weight gain spell she already knew, drinking some of the vial (she’d have thought this would cause her to just outright gain weight, which it didn't) but finding that now the spell was far, far more potent than when she had cast it before it had been enhanced with the liquid now coursing through her body.
She had only found this out because she had made another trip back to the restaurant in town.
Today was far less busy, in fact she actually had more time to talk to Amber whilst she waited on her. She had made sure that she was the pony who had met her at the door and then been her server. It had been rather easy to put the mare in positions where she was just able to outright cast the spell on her. As soon as she turned away from Night Light to take an order to the kitchen the mare's horn glowed and a quick but non-feeling zap on Amber meant the spell was cast. It was rather amazing to Night Light that she was physically seeing pounds pack on to the somewhat unaware Amber as she walked around the restaurant serving other ponies.
The devious Night Light decided only to cast the spell once on this occasion in case Amber had become suspicious. From her saddle bags she pulled a doughnut and placed it on the table as Amber brought the bill.
“Oh um, I don’t think you’re allowed to eat food from elsewhere in here. Restaurant policy.” Amber smiled.
“Well, can you?” Night Light replied. “It’s for you, I remembered last time how you said you were fond of doughnuts. This is from one of my favourite bakeries in town. Care to try it?” she asked, pushing the doughnut towards Amber.
“Well...I can hardly refuse, you’ve been so nice.” Amber replied, taking a bite of the doughnut to appease the smiling Night Light. It was tasty, there was something different about it but Amber couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. As she ate, Night Light giggled a little to herself, she could visibly see Amber’s belly becoming bigger and her flanks spread. Now, she actually looked like a relatively normal weight for a pony rather than stick thin mare. It seemed eating just amplified the spell as well. Mentally Night Light took a note of it, paying for her meal and leaving Amber a nice tip for her custom.
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“What? This has always fitted…”
For the first time since Amber could remember she was struggling with her clothes. It was passing in front of a mirror to dress that did it. She had to make use of one to actually get her work clothes on without damaging them or making rips in the fabric. Suddenly that rather loose fitting restaurant uniform she had been wearing for months felt tight against her. It wasn’t much, an apron and then some rather modest pants and a smart shirt under the apron. But as she attempted to pull the pants around her thighs and up onto her flanks she could feel resistance as she did so, eventually getting them on but with strains and protests from the material as it hugged her rear.
The shirt didn’t fare much better than the pants. Her stomach which now sagged slightly was pushing downwards towards the floor and actually starting to rub against her legs somewhat. She was just bigger all over and she was struggling to figure out what she had done recently that would have made such a large change to her figure. She ate no differently and was still rushed off her hooves at work, but she had been eating more of those doughnuts recently. That mare Night Light was at the restaurant a lot, almost daily at this point. She was also bringing her at least one doughnut after her meal and Amber always seemed to get her as a customer to look after so she couldn’t exactly avoid it or say no lest she hurt the mare’s feelings. Good customers who always paid and were happy with their meals were a bit a dozen.
In any case, her pondering over all this was actually making her late for work and she had gotten the uniform on as best she could. Leaving home Amber made a decision she’d have to dust off her old gym clothes and start working out again. She reasoned that whilst she had an active job and busy life she didn’t really work out either and thought the best way of losing this added pudge was to do some work out. She’d pull the gym clothes out that night and sign up with the local gym in town that evening.
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For Night Light, the new potion and spell combination was an amazing success. When she had shown the effects to her client (by taking him to dinner one day and showing him her ‘test subject’ in the form of Amber) he had immediately ordered a few more vials of it. Whilst the customer was happy, Night Light had decided to invest a little more time and effort in fattening Amber up. This was only the first iteration of the potion and magical spell so it made sense to keep trying to refine it and improve it for the needs of future sales and other customers who’d want to buy it from her. Plus, with her skill in weight gain spells Night Light was rather enjoying her success as well as enjoying seeing the effects it was having on somepony else.
It seemed Amber had taken notice of her increased weight as during Night Light’s lunch she had mentioned that she was heading to the gym after work to lose weight and had also ordered a size up on her work uniform. Night Light had already taken note of the effects, seeing that if Amber hadn’t been wearing that apron of hers it would have been very obvious that her uniform was now a size too small. The pants she wore hugged her flanks so tightly it was almost as if she was wearing a skintight bodysuit. The same went for the pitiful shirt under her apron, Night Light was sure if Amber gained just a few more pounds she’d start popping buttons.
With the new challenge of her actively trying to work out to fight against, Night Light was hoping that a few added ingredients would make the potion and spell more potent and it would mean no amount of gym time would mean Amber would lose any weight. In fact she’d gain it even faster.
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A few months had passed since Amber had seemed to inexplicably started to gain weight. In her personal life, nothing had really changed. In her physique, it was changing all the time and all that seemed to be happening was that she was packing on pound after pound as the days went by.
The first weekly, but now daily visits to the gym had been completely ineffective. Amber just couldn’t understand it. She was there twice as long and working doubly as hard as most of the fellow gym ponies who attended at the same sort of time she did. One member of staff had quipped maybe she had a slow metabolism whilst helping her on the treadmill. Her workout clothes were getting tighter and tighter by the day. When she had dusted them off those few months ago to first start attending they had been tight but they also had plenty of give. Figure hugging but not tight like the work clothes she had now sized up several times over. Now they were and it was worrying her. Not that there was much of them, just some yoga pants and a very small top.
Amber had just got home after work and was preparing once again to head out to the gym. She took her uniform off and tossed it in the washing and laid her gym clothes out on the bed. She always started with the pants.
Every day it was getting just that little bit harder to actually pull the pants up over her bulging flanks. It made the mare blush heavily as she really struggled to get the fighting material to completely cover her bulbous buttocks. This sudden gain was embarrassing her greatly not just from the fact all her clothes were now ridiculously tight against her but also from day to day interactions in her job and just even being out in public.
She was sure that she got the most help in the gym (mainly from the stallions who worked there) because they loved seeing her butt wobble up and down on the treadmill, or her belly jiggle about almost endlessly when she was doing push ups or using the weights. In any case, today she’d have to visit the gym store first and purchase a new bigger set of workout clothes and hoped she could continue to wear her current set once she had lost a few pounds...if that ever happened…
With her now stretched to the point the material was nearly see-through pants hugging her rear she pulled the top on, which sat stretched on her chest just as much as the pants.
Hopefully today, she’d actually see the scale go down rather than up.
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Night Light had kept up her visits to the restaurant. In a way, she felt a little sorry for Amber but the mare was so obvious to the cause of her increased weight gains that Amber just couldn’t resist continuing to use her as a tester for each refinement of the potion/spell combo she had been refining over the many months of work.
It had been difficult to find the right combination of ingredients to make the spell work more robustly with the potion but Night Light knew she was getting close. All this work had been taking its toll on Amber’s frame over the months and not knowing that Night Light was the source of all these added pounds had started to talk to her more when she weighted on her each day that Night Light came for lunch, which was becoming more and more amusing as time went on and Amber got fatter and fatter.
It was either her third of fourth new work outfit now, Night Light wasn’t exactly keeping track but Amber was telling her all these things. She was running out of options too, this was the biggest shirt and pants combination that they offered to their staff. Night Light was hearing some of the comments too that Amber got while she was serving, at least from the ruder customers who were becoming more frequently outspoken now that Amber was slower to serve due to her weight.
“Hey fat ass, can we get some service over here?!”
“If you had taken your head out of the buffet for five minutes you’d have heard me the first time…”
“Watch where you’re waddling tubby!”
The last one had come after Amber had accidentally bumped the side of a table near some of her customers with her large and bulbous flanks. Somewhat deserved but not completely, she could see the added weight was starting to get Amber down as well. It all came out during one of their conversations during dinner whilst Night Light was deciding what to order.
“I mean I just don’t get it Night Light. I’ve been going to the gym, eating right. The only little sweet thing I’m eating is these lovely doughnuts you bring me each day!” Amber said, a little hint of sadness in her voice as she slightly slumped her head in defeat. “What else am I supposed to do? But it seems everything I try just makes me bigger!”
“I wish I could help Amber, but I just make potions. None of them would help you lose weight, all mine are for mundane things.” she replied, not giving anything away.
“Oh well, thanks for thinking of me.” Amber replied, taking the doughnut and eating it rather quickly.
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Another day, another struggle for Amber.
Nothing worked and nothing helped either. In fact the mare had somewhat given up actually trying to lose weight. She nearly collapsed coming in the front door, at least she would have if her wide and impressive blubbery ass didn’t wedge itself in the frame now. As she did each day with a little struggle, she just pulled herself forward and into her home. Luckily she wasn’t large enough she needed assistance to get inside yet.
Tonight’s gym session had been a disaster. Now banned from the treadmills after breaking one through over stressing it, it seemed that she had to think what other equipment she could use instead. A few had made comments when it happened as the treadmill had given up trying to support her with a rather loud and impressive bang followed by a puff of smoke as the machinery ceased up. The one that had really got her was “Oh wow, I’ve never seen a pony oscillate a machine to death with their blubbery butt.”
Right now she was tired, upset and needed some comfort. In recent weeks she had started to comfort eat to drive away her negative feelings of the whole weight gain she had experienced over the year. But everything combined was making her upset. Work was becoming more and more difficult, frequently Amber was finding she was a poor judge of just how big she actually was and was now at least once a day bumping some part of her into a table, customer or something else. She was sure at this point the only reason she hadn’t been fired was because with her increased size she could actually carry a lot more food on her back than the other waiters which meant despite slower to move, she could keep up the pace.
All her clothes had taken a beating from her massive size. The restaurant was now at the stage of simply getting her to go to a local dressmaker to let out her pants and shirt when needed (currently once every few weeks) and her gym clothes were now up to their maximum size she could purchase, only not ripping because the material was naturally stretchy. However it only had so much stretch, she was sure another ten or twenty pounds would see some of the fabric start to rip and tear.
After a meal consisting mostly of chocolate from her pantry, Amber decided to flop onto the sofa and relax for the remainder of the evening before heading to bed.
The problem with comfort eating though, combined with a magical weight gain that Amber was completely unaware of is that well, the couch she had just wasn’t made to support a pony of her now excessive size.
CRUNCH!
It was only a short drop, the couch being held up on short and stubby wooden legs but nonetheless it was a drop. The entire thing went down and Amber with it, who was sent crashing to the floor, only cushioned by the fact her blubbery gut now acted as a naturally soft and comfortable crash pad for her to simply sink into and then spring back to her natural body shape.
“O-Oh gosh, am I really that huge?” was all she managed to stutter out her mouth as the fat mare lay on her own belly. She hadn’t really considered for herself just how large it now was, nearly bed size in fact, along with what had just happened it made her blush. Still trying to collect herself from what had just happened she stood up, deciding instead to head to bed. She hoped that her bed was stronger then her couch.
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It had been about a year since Night Light had started to come to the restaurant. She was pleased, the fruits of her labour were just about still waddling about in front of her with what little mobility she had left.
Amber’s gain had continued. The more and more potent form of the spell and potions that Night Light had developed had completely taken their toll, along with the fact that Amber had just given in and no longer even bothered to attend the gym or do any exercise. Her massive frame now completely unsuitable for her to use any of the equipment there and her gym clothes thrown out long ago in tatters, simply almost exploding off her vast body one day after another comfort eating session.
She watched as Amber took a whole five minutes to simply bring the food Night Light had ordered from the serving hatch to her table which was maybe ten feet away. Every laboured step she watched her take was a struggle and despite having a huge surface area on her back, her movement meant that the plates on her moved every time she did. Now just a few pounds from being totally immobile Night Light took note of what the magic had done to her. Massive and bloated haunches supported an ass shelf that towered high above Amber’s head, only to be counter balanced out by a belly that not only sagged along the floor, but hindered her movement to such a point that Night Light watched as Amber had to forcefully straddle her legs wider to get them to go around her lardy, blubbery gut.
When she did make it to the table eventually, Night Light decided that she couldn’t keep it a secret much longer. At some point Amber would just be far too large to even do anything and Night Light wasn’t a totally horrible pony, despite her ethics sometimes being somewhat skewed in the name of magic and her talent. She invited her to meet after work, saying that she just had something to tell her but not in the restaurant.
That night, once her shift was over and a rather long wait due to the fact it now took Amber thrice as long to waddle home as it used to - for the first time the two met after work hours.
“It was me, all along.” Night Light said, sitting on the remains of Amber’s sofa that the mare still hadn’t managed to replace or fix. She thought it best to just come out with it straight up rather than dance around it.
“What was you? Sorry I don’t follow...cookie?” Amber asked, unable to help but comfort eat as they talked.
“No thank you. This, all of everything that’s happened to your body. It was me.”
Night Light explained everything. How she had been spiking the doughnuts she was giving Amber each day with the potion and how that very potion was enhancing magic she had been casting on Amber when her back was turned to accelerate the process to make her larger and larger. She even explained how some of the ponies she had come to lunch with were interested in buying her weight gain potion and spell combination. When she was done, Amber just sat in silence, still quietly munching on her food.
“Did you not make the connection when I started visiting so frequently and offering you a doughnut each day?” Night Light asked.
“Well...no! I just thought you were being a nice and generous customer and I figured it would be rude to turn down a tip, even a food based one.” Amber replied, finishing off the cookies and letting out a small belch.
“Well, despite the fact I did all this to you I do feel slightly bad. Being underweight however you were the perfect candidate. You also seemed to have a pretty immense capacity for gaining. How about I return the favour?” Night Light asked.
“Can you make me thin again?” Amber asked back.
“No… But I can feed you, pamper you. Make you even larger but look after you.” Night Light cooed, taking a few steps forward and giving the soft pudgy belly of Amber a gentle nudge with her hoof.
“W-What? B-Bigger!? B-But I’m already h-huge…” came a stuttery and blushy response from Amber, even more weight was the last thing she wanted right now.
“Well huge yes, in fact I think those cookies might have just about pushed you into immobility.” Night Light continued to tease, watching as Amber huffed red faced at the accusation.
“Immobile!? That’s ridiculous! I…” Amber started to retort, but it seemed Night Light was right. As before Amber tried to wiggle her legs around her belly to push herself forward, but there was one key difference this time.
Her hooves no longer touched the floor.
Her stomach had gotten so large and blorpy that instead of finding under her hooves was a firm floor, it was just replaced by a belly that now pushed out sideways in its never ending quest for more space. After a moment or two of struggling with her hooves, Amber reluctantly gave up.
“You laced the cookies didn’t you?” Amber accused Night Light.
“Maybe, and perhaps cast my magic whilst you weren’t looking.” Night Light giggled. “You know once your flank got so big it blocked you from looking back that part became sooooo much easier.” the mare laughed, watching the somewhat perplexed Amber simply wobble in her now permanent position.
“W-Well I guess I’m at your mercy, somewhat.” was all Amber replied.
“Well think of it like this, you can keep being my test subject for my work. All you need to do is sit there and eat. Hmmm, does what you’re doing right now count as sitting I wonder?” Night Light pondered to herself. “I suppose so, seeing as you’re sitting on yourself.” she said with a laugh.
“S-So what is this, am I your slave?” Amber asked. “That doesn’t sound very appealing.” she frowned.
“Not a slave, no no not at all.” Night Light said, trotting her way around Amber’s massive body and just loving how enormous she was. She did take huge enjoyment from making a pony gigantic, with Amber being the biggest she had ever made anypony. “How about a pet, my pet.” she teased, unable to help herself and take a huge hug of Amber’s massive backside, making Amber yelp a little feeling the sudden squish from behind.
“H-Hey!” came the protest from Amber.
“Gosh, you’re so large I can’t even grip all of your butt...mmmm…” was all Amber heard Night Light reply.
“Look...Night Light, I don’t really have a choice do I?”
“Not right now no. I promise I’ll be good to you.” Night Light said, going in for another hug.
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It had taken some time. She had been rather resistant at first, but it seemed that the bigger Amber got (and she was already absurdly huge) the more she started to give into the idea that she was Night Light’s ‘pet’. Night Light made sure to visit Amber every day to feed her and after a while, Amber was even quite open to doing more for Night Light if it meant food. It seemed the effects of the spell combined with the potion on foods she was being fed meant that she was giving in more and more to her lifestyle as super obese feedee for Night Light to pamper and look after.
A few more months in and Amber now filled most of her living room, if she got much larger Night Light would have to consider moving her to a bigger space. How she would achieve that she wasn’t exactly sure but that was a bridge they could cross when they came to it.
“And how is my big, squishy Amber today?” Night Light would ask when she dropped in with a huge bag full of fatty foods for Amber to devour.”
“H-Hungry.” was the reply that generally came, with Amber wanting more and more food the larger and fatter she got. Movement for her was now a thing of history, at a guess Night Light thought Amber must weigh roughly four or five thousand pounds. Any scales she had attempted to put under her or measure her weight on either broke in an instant or didn’t read high enough to actually give a reading of her weight. Even the floor was buckling beneath her mass, with Night Light being careful where she trotted as often times a board or two would let out a rather loud creak indicating it was near its breaking point for supporting the massive Amber who now dominated the room, her multiple folds and hundreds of jiggle rolls a testament to her gargantuan size.
For Night Light, it was perfect. Not only did she have a pony she could continue using for as long as she needed to advance her magic and her potion making, but she had one that was now willing to do so. No more needing to sneak around and fatten ponies up against their will, even if she missed it a little. It was so much easier to just have a pony who was quite happy to do whatever she asked as long as she was fed. Amber was easy to please, as long as every time she was fed now she gained weight and was bigger than when Night Light had entered the room.
Completely hers and with new spells and potions to always try to make ponies bigger and heftier, Night Light couldn’t wait to see just how big Amber would become.
