There was a light jolt as Mag’s ship exited the interspace slipway. It always sent ripples through her blubber when the ship shook like that. She wished she could do something about it besides forking out a huge number of credits on slipway dampeners for her ship. The mare sighed and double checked her instruments. She had indeed arrived at her destination, Karanos IV.
With a chunky hoof, she tapped a small button on the console in front of her, the display just below her eyeline changed its display message.
AUTOPILOT ENGAGED
ENTERING ATMOSPHERE
Being a galactic trucker was far too easy money, even the most basic ships practically did everything themselves. All Mags had to really do was the bits that the automatic pilot couldn’t, plus load up any cargo and ensure everything was hunky dory before flying off to her next destination. Contracts came from the company, so all she had to do was tell the computer to follow those. The amount of time she spent lazily sitting behind the controls meant that it had severely taken a toll on her, physically at least. Ever since she had started this job, lazy days sitting in a spaceship coupled with little exercise and a massive appetite meant that as she travelled from planet to planet, there was little to do except look up where she was headed to and try to find a place to eat when she got there. The ship had food on board, sure, but Mags had become quite partial to trying the planet's local delicacies, particularly anything baked...covered in sugar...fattening.
‘Sitting’ was somewhat of a joke at this point, she had to remove the pilot's chair several months ago when it had collapsed under her weight (oh the joys of artificial gravity). She had instead replaced it with several bean bag like things she had picked up on a planet whose name she couldn’t even recall. The blubber mare had waddled her way into a local convenience store and seen them. They were about perfect to park her large, blubbery rear on. The thing was, they were already starting to get crushed under her weight, as she shifted it she felt one of them protest. Perhaps she should start looking for replacements. Mentally, she made a note to have a look around once she got off the ship. The thing was, she had something else to do first. As per her usual routine, she had been looking up Karanos IV. It was an agricultural planet, one large city. Her contract had her hauling robo-tractors anyway so it made sense. She was to unload them at the planet's one and only small spaceport a short distance away from the only city. Much of the land was turned over to farming. This rang true as her ship entered the atmosphere and dropped below cloud level, her eyes greeted by what seemed to be endless green fields that rolled beyond the horizon.
The city itself was unremarkable (at least to her, Mags had no interest in cultural places of significance and the like) apart from one thing. The galactic-net travel site she had been browsing listed a bakery as a must visit spot. Run by a pony called Sweet Delight, it supposedly shipped in treats from other planets to stand out from the rest of any other local competition (not that there was much) and of course, only brought in the best of the best. There were a few details about what they sold. Mags was already slavering at the thought of grabbing some of them when she got there. Her thoughts were distracted by another jolt, the ship had landed at the spaceport, the autopilot having done its job. Again, she glanced down at the screen.
AUTOPILOT DISENGAGED
DESTINATION REACHED
Mags grunted to herself, getting up from her comfortable seat. She felt her entire body shift as she did so, looking at herself it was well, a little impressive to her that she had gained so much weight having only worked this job for a few years. They said to truckers that regular exercise was important. The ship had a small compartment with a treadmill and other typical gym apparatus when she first got it, she had converted it into an additional food storage area not long after and sold the gym equipment though...hmm. That might be part of her problem.
Her body had done what anypony’s had done when she had really started to balloon in size. A large belly bed had formed between her front legs which made it a little difficult to walk. Her back legs rubbed against it too, trying to prop up a set of wobbly flanks that threatened to swallow her rear legs in their fat should she gain a few more hundred pounds. The purple truckers jacket she wore had been utterly stretched to its limits, small rips had started to appear around the arms sleeves and other places. It was just about holding on, it cut into her belly quite uncomfortably.
The worst part of it all though, the one thing that made her grumble to herself, was her booty shorts.
She had been on Taurus, the name sticking only because where it had happened. Waddling her way along the street a local police cruiser had pulled up next to her and stopped, an officer hopping out and trotting up to her giving her a beady eye before asking her a simple question.
‘Excuse me ma’am, how much do you weigh?’
Mags had been taken aback by the boldness of it. She had stammered a bit, not knowing what to say. ‘Uh...I don’t know, I haven’t weighed myself in some time.’ was all she could really muster as a response.
‘I can see that.’ the officer had said flatly. ‘Come around to the back of the cruiser please.’ Mags followed her as the mare who had stopped her had pressed a button, the boot opened up on its own and what looked to her like a flat black metal surface unfolded itself on the road behind the cruiser. ‘Step on.’ the officer said. Mags did exactly that. The officer then put a small device on her wrist to her face, displaying data from it to her.
‘Well, what is this?’ Mags had asked.
‘It’s a scale, we use it to weigh ponies.’ the officer responded. ‘With growing sizes across the galaxy, not everypony is aware of the laws.’
‘Laws?’ Mags had asked.
‘Yes, here.’ the officer replied, giving her a small ticket. ‘Your size is a danger to others. You can’t even see behind you if you turned your head.’
‘Now hey wait a minute…’ Mags started to say, turning her head only to be greeted by two large grey wobbling orbs that blocked her vision. ‘...you may have a point.’ she conceded.
‘The ticket has on it the location of the nearest store where you can get appropriate clothing. You’ve got twenty four hours. If you get stopped again before you get the clothes, show the ticket to the officer who stops you.’ the officer said, hopping back in the cruiser, leaving a perplexed Mags alone on the sidewalk. She scratched her head and looked at the ticket. It showed directions, as the officer had said, to a clothing store a few hundred meters away. When she had gone inside she had shown the clerk she had met the ticket. They knew what it was for.
So now, the mare sported a pair of purple booty shorts that were cutting fairly deeply into her massive blubbery ass. It was...not much fun, having a large pair of pants that had ‘WIDE LOAD’ and a small warning symbol on them. But she had no choice, the mare didn’t want to get fined again. Getting up to leave her ship, she felt them stretch and protest against her ass as the gigantic thing wobbled about behind her. Rules were rules though, she made another mental note to see about having them sized up, although she had been told they had plenty of stretch.
Leaving the ship, she took a quick glance that the robots inside were unloading the goods she had landed with which they were. She tapped a few areas of the screen to see when her next contract would be available. It was produce from the planet of course, to be taken elsewhere. She had half a day before it would be ready and arrive at the spaceport. Plenty of time to find her bakery. The next thing she did was hire a local taxi, making sure it was of the larger variety so she could fit in. It arrived within twenty minutes and she gave the robotic driver the address of the bakery. She didn’t fancy waddling very far, not at her size.
It was a hover taxi of course, so the entire thing leaned to the right as she stepped out of it onto the curb, feeling her rear brush against the double doors that were as wide open as they could be. The taxi moved off, leaving her standing outside the entrance. She looked at the name.
Sweet Delight’s Delightful Sweets
Mags chuckled to herself. Catchy. Well, might as well name your bakery after yourself right? Why not. She could see the bakery accommodate for larger ponies, the front entrance being triple the width of all the other stores on the street. She guessed that having galactic scale recognition, they got larger customers fairly frequently.
When she entered she was...surprised. There was no other pony in the store apart from one sitting on a small hovering seat behind the main counter. Mags watched as her eyes went wide as she waddled her way inside. The counter held a large number of tasty looking treats, Mags was already glancing her eyes over them. She thought it best however, to make small talk with the baker first before ordering.
‘Hello.’ she said, waiting to see when the baker stopped staring at her.
‘Hello! Welcome, I am Sweet Delight.’ the mare responded. ‘Welcome to my Sweet Delights bakery!’ she said with a bit of enthusiasm, trying to clearly distract herself from the size of the mare in front of her, now leaning her fat into her food counter. Mags was a little confused.
‘I uh...read about your place online? I’m a trucker. You came recommended.’ Mags replied.
‘Oh! That explains your size.’ Sweet Delight said smiling, looking relieved. ‘I uh...not to sound rude of course!’ she said, back-peddling a little. ‘Being a bakery we are used to larger ponies, I’ve just not yet met any quite as big as you! I’m glad we had the entrance widened…’ she said, looking a bit nervous. ‘Would you like to order?’
‘Yes…’ Mags said, looking down at the treats, now properly taking them in that the baker had stopped babbling. ‘Oh wow! Sleipnierian Calo-Donuts! And Aurorian triple-chocolate fudge cakes! I’ll take a dozen! And…’ Mags started to say, excitedly pointing to the treats under the counter. She saw the baker’s eyes go wide again as she glanced up in between babbling herself now as she rattled off a gigantic order of food. It was clear that the bakery brought in the absolute best treats. There was just so much to choose from! It probably would have been far easier if the mare had just said ‘Everything.’ but she was so engrossed on seeing what was on offer she was saying the name of everything before her greedy eyes, adding to her order. When she finally finished, the wide eyed Sweet Delight only had one question.
‘Is uh...that everything? Actually I think that is everything.’ she responded.
‘Yes, here.’ Mags said, sliding a small card from a pocket on her truckers jacket across the counter. ‘It’ll cover it.’
Sweet Delight took the card and took payment. ‘Bear with me, I just need to flip the sign on the door to closed and then bag up your order...did you bring a car or uh...truck, to load it all into?’ she asked.
Mags suddenly realised the size of her order. ‘Oh uh...no, could I eat it here? If I’ve cleaned you out...nopony else is going to enter right?’
Sweet Delight thought about this for a moment. She didn’t fancy getting on the wrong side of a mare who could flatten her completely just by tripping up, those blubber cheeks that wobbled high behind her head looked like soft, squishy weapons. She just smiled, saying ‘Of course. I’ll just put everything on the counter!’
‘Thanks! I’ve got one more thing I’d like to do if you don’t mind too, not that I want to mess with your delicious treats too much but they’re a little um...small for me.’ Mags replied, already she could see those delicious looking Sleipnierian Calo-Donuts being brought up before her face. She knew about these, special donuts that packed on hundreds of pounds with just one bite. They were illegal in over fifty star systems, how this bakery had circumvented that she didn’t know, or care, and she was about to make it even more potent. Hovering the treat in front of her, her magical horn glowed and before the eyes of her and Sweet Delight the treat, plus the rest of the ones she had brought seemed to...grow! The entire stock of goodies expanded three fold, better suited to the mare’s massiveness. Now it really was a treat, half the counter was covered in them all, the rest pressed up against the glass of it now. She couldn’t resist, Mags grabbed the gigantic donut out of mid air and pushed it in her maw greedily.
The explosion of flavour hit her lips and the mare started to chew. It was so good, the taste was like nothing else. With every one she ate, she felt her body expand, her fat doubling and tripling in size as her body quickly gained as much weight just eating the donuts as it had in her time working. The problem was, she couldn’t stop herself, and there were so many more of the huge treats to devour.
Sweet Delight just watched as the grey mare (who was no longer so much stood, as laying on her own gigantic blubbery belly bed) devoured what would have been an entire weeks worth of goodies sold to multiple ponies. She wasn’t exactly complaining, the bill for all this was huge, although she feared that the bill for what a pony of this size (and growing) trying to get out of her bakery would be once she was finally done eating.
‘Oh gosh..s-so good.’ Mags managed to say between greedy bites. ‘I’m giving you five stars when I’m done.’ she said through fattened, cream filled cheeks as she now started to eat a few eclairs, also extremely fattening. Sweet Delight just nervously smiled. She watched as this excessively fat pony started to go to town on all her baked goods, gorging herself as a treat that had taken many hours of work to prepare was gone and chewed down in her mouth almost instantly.
‘Thanks...uh, I’m glad.’ she managed, watching as what had already been an excessively large mare grew even more excessively large in front of her eyes. She moved back, seeing a button fly off what remained of the purple jacket the becoming blob pony wore, that split apart, letting her stomach spill out further. The counter she had been sat behind was pushed back against her bulk, the body of this enormous unicorn fattening up at such a rate. She hadn’t even gotten to the Aurorian triple-chocolate fudge cakes yet…
With the entire bakery shut off to outsiders there was no point in holding back. Mags decided she’d get every piece of dessert she had bought into her mouth before leaving (something she could deal with later). Another massive donut passed her lips, the blobby, wobbling mare moaning in delight as she felt the mixture of chocolate, dough and cream (with a hint of strawberry flavouring) slip down her throat. Each one was adding several hundred pounds to her already heavily obese frame. She felt her booty shorts stretch and bite down onto her rear, her jacket protest at having to hold back a few hundred pounds of fat that was piling on with each minute that passed and each treat that slipped down her throat and plopped into her belly. She could feel her practically useless back legs at first try to support her massive buns behind her, then just get swept up and almost absorbed by her belly bed as they vanished somewhere under what was quickly turning into thousands of pounds of fat.
And the thing was, she wanted more, completely lost in the gluttony of gorging herself. Sweet Delight had now become a blur in her vision, if she had spoken, she likely wouldn’t have heard it. Heavy rolls of fat rippled like jello across her body, even the slightest movement was causing it to wobble about as if it was liquid. The warmth and feeling it was providing just made her want to eat more and more. The bigger she was getting, the better it felt. Perhaps if she could eat enough, she could pop those final buttons that were hanging on holding her jacket together, the mare now far too fat to unbutton them herself. Her magic was preoccupied grabbing the next treat from the counter, too blorpy to reach it herself. The only noises that filled the bakery now was the gentle hum of levitation magic and greedy lip smacking as yet another treat was devoured.
Watching the display of pure gluttony but pulling herself away, Sweet Delight vanished into a back room. There was a holo-phone there and she dialled a number. Another pony at the other end picked up the call.
‘PADD services, what needs moving?’ they asked.
‘Hi...can you send one of your PADD’s to my bakery? I think I have a customer that is going to need one very soon.’ Sweet Delight said. She watched as the pony who answered scoffed.
‘What? A customer? Look lady, our PADD’s are for moving industrial equipment across the planet. Not your customers.’ the stallion replied sarcastically.
‘Here, I can show you why I need it.’ Sweet Delight said, tapping the call into a security camera feed. She watched as his jaw hit the floor, or at least, his mouth opened wider in disbelief.
‘Oh...wow. How big is she?’ was all he asked.
‘Big enough for one of your PADD’s I think you’ll agree.’ Sweet Delight said flatly. ‘She ordered enough food to feed a small family for a month.’
‘I’ll uh...send one over.’ the stallion said and hung up. Sweet Delight sighed, at least she had sorted out transport for her massively, now blobby customer. She trotted back out to the limited space left in the front of house portion of the bakery, greeted by a quivering, blubbery mass that was devouring the last of the treats. She was impressed by how much she had eaten and how quickly she had grown. She had never seen a pony as large as this one was when she had entered, now she was just wondering how large she could get.
What might have been more impressive was that whilst what remained of that jacket she had come in wearing was stretched across her back, her booty shorts had stretched to accommodate her gigantic, now towering tush that wobbled behind her as she ate. The writing was stretched of course, and the material was cutting into the side of her cutie mark but...somehow, they were holding on. There was a little food left, Sweet Delight decided to try to get her attention.
‘Uh...miss?’
Mags stopped eating, she had been so focused on devouring the delicious food that she hadn’t taken much stock of what had been happening to her body. She blushed, just now realizing how large and blubbery she had become. She had used magic to feed herself the entire time, now just feeling that her hooves had become completely encased in fat. Her ass towered behind her like a small mountain, her belly bed supported massive fat rolls that led up to those encased hooves. Her blubber sloshed, blorped and jiggled all over, even without her moving. She stopped eating, looking nervous.
‘U-Uh…’ was all she said.
‘You’ve um...you’ve filled my store.’ Sweet Delight said, looking as the belly and ass of the massive customer was squishing against the walls. ‘You’re going to have a hard time getting out…’
‘Y-Yeah…’ was the response that came, the mare clearly still very embarrassed from having eaten herself to such a huge size. Her head sunk into her fatty neck rolls somewhat, just now serving as a reminder to herself that she had completely gone overboard.
‘I’ve uh...called for a PADD, it can get you back to wherever you came from...you said you were a trucker? I guess the spaceport.’ she said.
‘Um...yeah, spaceport...Sorry, I’ll pay for any damages.’ Mags managed to say feebly. She yelped, suddenly feeling a coolness of metal sliding in under her belly. It seemed that the PADD had arrived, slotting itself underneath her to take her back to the spaceport. There was a large CRUNCH as it backed her out, the mare's massive jiggly rear destroying a large portion of the wall to successfully remove her from the bakery. Sweet Delight sighed, but at least the mare said she would pay for it.
‘G-Guess I’m the cargo now...Urrppp!’ Mags managed to say, her final words to Sweet Delight as she was hauled out of the bakery. At least the cargo bay of her ship would be large enough to house her inside. She would have to come back, at least on her next visit. Whenever that may be.
