The Wake Of The Storm

by Archy

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Fetish, Science Fiction, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 13370

An impeding natural disaster forces the colony world of Cyrus to cut itself off from a larger galactic empire, with hefty consequences.

One of the many candy producing worlds of the Empire, Cyrus is unremarkable apart from a special sort of Taffy it is famed for, made by the Trombone Taffy Company. Remy, a mare of great size, works as a taste tester alongside her colleagues Critical Mass and Delightful Dreams. Her work means her weight is ever growing, as is that of most of the planet, despite efforts to combat it. What none of them know, is everypony is about to get a whole lot bigger...

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Published 2021-05-19 08:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-19 08:50:01 UTC

The Wake Of The Storm

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Planet Cyrus is a Constellus class basket world, providing 1.2% of the Empire’s needs of candy consumption on a yearly basis. It is most well known for its taffy, owing to a particular variation of sugar that is only grown on Cyrus, with no exports of the seed allowed. Much of the planet’s available land surface is covered in fields used to grow sugar, cacao and other plants used in candies. Population centres are focused around small towns, with the largest city being used as a launching point for off world shipping, containing the main spaceport. There are few orbital facilities, Cyrus is not a machine production world and therefore is not deemed worthy of space stations beyond the necessary for a basket world. One transport leaves daily from the planet, where the produce produced by the various candy factories is then distributed to more populated worlds. Due to the population mostly farming (where machines do much of the heavy work) or working in factories to produce the much prized candy exports (again, where machines do much of the work), large proportions of the planet’s population are deemed overweight. Precious little else food wise is brought to Cyrus of nutritional value and much of the population end up eating what is produced locally. A breakfast of high sugar, calorie intensive foods is not uncommon - the same for lunch, dinner and any other meals. Visitors to Cyrus are encouraged not to immediately take note of the inhabitants weight, although these days it is becoming more accepted by the population. If you are visiting for extended periods, you are advised to either bring, or if you are wealthy enough, import foods from your home world.

Empress Vesta was particularly fond of the taffy produced on Cyrus during her reign, importing upwards of 400 tons per year for her own personal consumption.

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Rain pounded on the window outside Remy’s window. Another day in paradise on Cyrus it seemed. The rainy season was here at last in all its wet, miserable glory. She lazily turned her head to the side to glance at the time. The clock showed 07:56. Years of working to the same pattern meant that even though she turned her alarm clock on every night, she always woke up a few minutes before it was set to go off at 08:00. With a glow of her horn, she slid the alarm button to off and lay for a few moments, just listening to the rain outside.

Remy (Or Remedial Action, she hated her full name, never using it) was one of the many ponies on Cyrus working in its endless candy production factories. She herself was one of the few employed to do more than watch the automated machines, the mare was employed to check production quality for consistency at Trombone Taffy Co, one of the more prestigious taffy producers on the planet. She remembered back in her induction period the higher ups at the firm had made great points to new staff how lucky they should feel to work here, as there were archives from thousands of years of production stating just how much the firm had contributed to taffy consumption across the Empire. Supposedly several previous rulers had been fond of it, although that was not the case these days. No royal space barges stopped at the port just for Trombone Taffy. It was not like Remy had gotten much of a choice in her employment, and her salary was far too meagre to afford a ticket off world to somewhere more exciting. She made a little more than the ponies employed check up on the automated machinery, but nothing that would get her off Cyrus anytime soon.

She was only twenty seven, but Remy had quickly succumbed to the effects of all that high sugar food produced locally. Like many of the ponies here, her body was much larger than that of what she had seen in the Galactic Archive of ponies from other worlds. She hadn’t been that way when she was younger, when her body had managed to process all that sugar quickly enough to stop her putting on weight. These days though, with a breakfast, lunch and dinner of nothing but sugar packed candy it just couldn’t keep up. Consequently the bed she was currently laying in at her home had developed quite the sag in the mattress, particularly towards the middle and bottom of the bed overnight. Whilst Remy had not quite gained an excessive gut yet (although heftier than what was considered normal) like a lot of ponies due to their physique, much of the weight had piled on in her flanks. They were so bulbous at this point that her rear was starting to sag down onto her hind legs when she stood, and rose to just below the height of her head when she stood upright. The problem was Remy didn’t help herself in this regard. She did precious little exercise (if you counted travelling to and from work as exercise) and spent most of her day either sat or stood at a sample station at the factory, moving very little. Her job of taste testing taffy all day also wasn’t helping. Last time she had actually weighed herself, the scales had read just over seven hundred pounds. Five hundred of that was probably towards the back of her.

Right now, the mare decided to prepare herself for another week by slowly pulling her large frame out of the bed, with the mattress almost decompressing itself as she did so from having to hold all that weight for hours. Remy just raised an eyebrow at the misshapen mattress, which was slowly going back to its original form. She had decided to invest some time ago in a mattress that boasted no matter the weight placed on it, it would always revert back to its original shape. So far, it seemed they hadn’t lied to her.

With Remy’s flanks being wider than average, everywhere was a bit of a squeeze to get into. She’d had thought that with the population generally being larger these days the companies responsible for building housing might start to put in double wide doors, or wider walkways for the bigger ponies on Cyrus. It was not exactly like it was a new emerging problem, in fact generally being overweight was accepted. Despite Remy being huge, she never had heard a single jibe about her size as of yet. She was sure that would be different if she went elsewhere in the Empire. The current squeeze however was getting into the bathroom to wash up before she headed up to her job. The doorway was just a little too narrow for her, the mare feeling her bulbous flanks gently brush themselves against the frame as she made a little effort to pull herself through and start doing the usual ablutions. The thing was, no planetary ruler had really put much effort into tackling the obesity problem and everypony knew that importing healthy foods to offset the population's weight gain was too expensive. That just left exercise which was not mandatory. As such, the vast overweightness of the ponies on Cyrus was now just accepted as a condition of living and working here. Whilst Remy recognized it as a problem for sure, she was not exactly in favor of fixing it swiftly either. Remy was (despite the inconvenience it sometimes caused) actually quite happy with her weight. Ever since she started putting it on, she had actually come to appreciate a larger figure. Pony physiology was certainly a curious thing, once she had found that most of the weight was behind her, she had started using it to her advantage, particularly to indulge herself after a tough day or when she just needed to relax. Those big, jiggly flanks felt rather lovely behind her, a constant reminder that she was a big mare.

With washing up done, Remy dressed herself for work, of course, the clothing was now stretched right to its limit, Remy often waited until it burst off her at her job before requesting the next size up. She lived in a small apartment block, thankfully on the first floor, which meant it was not so difficult to get out the building, provided there were no other ponies trying to get out the double wide lobby entry at the same time as her.

Being a basket world, Cyrus was not exactly amazingly well equipped in transport for the population. Public transport existed in the forms of buses, trams, carts (rarely used, but seen sometimes) and whatever ponies could use. Most higher tier planets in the Empire had teleporters to instantly move ponies about to where they needed to be. Cyrus had not yet been given that luxury.

Remy herself lived a short trot from the factory, her apartment based in one of the larger cities on the planet which had thrived on the taffy production it was known for. While she could have walked, the mare elected to take her scooter to work. She didn’t really want to stop using it to be honest, it had been a gift from her parents when she had turned twenty one. It was a hover scooter, so her weight was not a problem (it was rated to carry several tons) but the seat was getting a bit uncomfortable. Remy’s massive ass practically enveloped the thing these days, in fact really all it did was act as an anchor to stop her gigantic tush sliding off the scooter if she took a corner a bit too quickly. As she sat down, she felt herself just slide to the base of the scooter, the seat quickly vanishing around her tush. Remy just put her helmet on, and took the short drive from her home to work, arriving ten minutes or so before her shift was set to start.

The Trombone Taffy Co however was a little more forward thinking, and some time ago they had altered the building so that bigger ponies like Remy had no issues once inside that would make their weight a problem. This was particularly needed for the more long serving employees, some were double, even triple the size of Remy, owing to years of eating Cyrus’s produce and being in the same job. She worked next to two such mares in her job and whilst Remy wouldn’t say their size was a problem, it was certainly something that came up in daily conversation. She almost felt like the two were encouraging her to gain more and more weight in fact, topics that came up were, due to their job, mostly food related. This inevitably led to discussions about their own bodies, their weight and other such related things. She had no idea what each of them weighed, but it was at least four figures, somewhere around the fifteen hundred to two thousand pound mark. Both of them would probably struggle to fit inside a wagon. Generally Remy was the last to arrive, it wasn’t exactly hard to spot her co-workers already at their testing stations. Hers was right in between the two. The company employed one tester per variety of taffy, to ensure that there was always a consistency in the flavour. Remy was just glad she hadn’t gotten the salt water variety, luckily hers was sweet.

‘Good morning you two.’ Remy said, making her way in between the two mares she worked with. At one point, the booths were far enough apart that Remy had enough space to stand without feeling the other two against her bulbous frame, but due to a company policy to at least make some show of tackling the obesity problem employees were required to stand at their stations (some of course, just used their massive rears as seats to get around this) she now basically had to stand butt to butt against the pair, whose even bigger size had started to invade her standing space some years back.

‘Ah hello Remy, good weekend?’ came the first question. Delightful Dreams spoke first, the mare on Remy’s right. Remy could mostly see her, at least the main bulk of her, a little of her lower body was blocked out by Remy’s own cheeks which rose up into her vision, wobbling in front of her eyes. Just another little thing that was making her more aware of her increasing weight.

‘I mean it must have been or otherwise she wouldn’t have come back here to pack on the pounds.’ came the response from her left, this was Critical Mass. Slightly older and heftier than Delightful Dreams. The pair were about the same age, in their late thirties and approaching their forties, hence the reason they were much larger than Remy. They too had the problem of their vision being slightly blocked by rising and bloated cheeks, but this was compounded even further by the fact their chest fat pushed them up even more. Delightful Dreams had a rather small pair of glasses that she always wore, Remy wondered if she could even see much out of them or if they rose too high for her eyeline now, giving way to ever growing mounds of blubber.

‘It was fine enough, I just went out Saturday evening into the city with some friends.’ Remy replied. She hadn’t seen Critical Mass smirking at the implications of her response.

‘For a meal I bet, explains the added weight I can feel on you. Gain a few pounds over the weekend eh?’ she asked with a small tinge of teasing in her voice. It made Remy blush.

‘A-Actually we went to see a movie, I mean food just comes naturally after right?...’ she responded. Now it was Delightful Dream’s turn to lightly tease her, Remy wasn’t expecting the conversation to become this focused on weight so early on.

‘Oh of course, you suggested the meal right?’ the mare replied with a slight grin.

‘I mean I was hungry…’ Remy replied.

‘Oh I bet, you’re plumping up nicely you know Remy. At your age I wasn’t quite as big but I was getting there.’ Critical Mass said. ‘It seems the younger ponies are putting on weight faster than we did.’

Remy snorted. ‘Please, you’re twice the size I am easily.’

‘Yes but not double the age.’ Critical Mass responded with a small grin. ‘We’re not that old you know.’ Remy felt the much larger rear of Critical Mass brush up against her own, she could tell it was purposeful the way it was so gentle - if it had been deliberate it would have been more of a hard slam. Then she felt Delightful Dreams on her other side. They were doing it again…

‘I think she likes it you know.’ Critical Mass teased, pressing herself into the side of Remy. This just caused further blushing. Remy was well, pretty bad at hiding embarrassment when it came to it. She had known the pair so long they almost treated her like a daughter, except one they liked to tease but at the same time encourage. So far, Remy had kept her lips sealed about her enjoyment of her size, it was a little too much to just tell your co-workers that you liked being big. Instead she squeaked a small ‘Do not.’ and started her work.

‘We should leave the poor thing.’ Delightful Dreams responded. ‘Look at her, she’s so red she almost looks like the inside of a volcano.’

‘I mean that just proves my point.’ Critical Mass replied.

‘Anyway the shift has started, do you want another telling off for slacking?’ Delightful Dreams said.

‘No...fine. But this isn’t over Remy.’ the mare said, pulling her tush away, finally Remy had some space. She had enough squeezing and shuffling in tight spaces at home without it happening at work too, although she supposed it was nicer at least it was something soft…

Work was well, work. Remy’s jaw always ached by lunchtime from trying the batches of taffy that came her way. She always had to eat something though, if not only to get the taste of taffy out of her mouth. While she enjoyed it, the taste got quite samey very quickly. Remy used to spit it out like she was advised and dispose of it, but as of late just to put on a few extra pounds she had been swallowing it. She had certainly noticed a difference after a week or two of this and why turn down free candy anyway? These days it was only spat out if it was a bad batch, which she reported to her superiors.

The work cafeteria was probably the one time they got to sit down all day, the seats were of course, heavily reinforced concrete to cater to all sizes of employees. Remy, Delightful Dreams and Critical Mass all took their break at the same time, so it was common for the trio to sit around one table. To be fair, they were all so large there was no room for anymore ponies to join them anyway.

‘Is it weird that a taffy factory imports apple fritters as a main meal for lunch?’ Delightful Dreams said.

‘What are you expecting, off world food?’ Critical Mass replied, already chewing on her own fritter. ‘Just be thankful it’s not more taffy.’ she scoffed.

‘I suppose...what have you got Remy?’ Delightful Dreams asked, looking at the plate of food Remy had just set down on the table after she had collected her meal.

‘Hmm...sponge cake, some syrup to drink.’ she said. The mare seemed distracted, her eyes were set on the small screen perched up high in the corner of the canteen. It played news from around The Empire. With so many planets, it was rare they heard anything from outside their cluster of stars, so most news was local to some degree.

‘...experts predict that the overdue storm will hit the Tyrose cluster in the weeks to come, with planets already preparing for such an event to last it out. Food is always the primary concern, we turn now to our astro weather team for more details…’

‘I thought you weren’t one for the news Remy?’ Critical Mass asked, she had already finished her meal.

‘Oh, I’m not, they were talking about a storm? We get rain all the time.’ Remy said, starting to chew on her cake. Critical Mass laughed, her fat wobbling about as a deep belly laugh audibly filled the air.

‘Oh you’re too young to know. Not a regular weather storm like a typhoon or gale, they’re talking about a rift storm.’ Critical Mass explained.

‘A rift storm?’ was of course, Remy’s next question.

‘It’s a natural event that occurs in space. But think of it like a planet enveloping typhoon. They last for years at a time and cut off all space travel. No ship has shields strong enough to weather them, they get torn apart in seconds. Effectively they close any planet unlucky enough to get one off, nothing gets in or out. Tyrose is due a big one any day now. They know it’s coming, they just have no idea what planet is going to get hit.’ Critical Mass said.

‘Oh...do you think it’ll be Cyrus?’ Remy asked.

‘Could be. Could be one of the hundred other planets in this cluster. If it is us...well I guess the rest of The Empire is gonna have to do without its taffy for a while. We’re stocked with food at least, the diet won’t change.’ Critical Mass finished, hauling her vast weight up off the concrete seat. ‘I’ll see you when you get back from lunch.’ she said, vanishing out of the cafeteria.

‘Don’t worry, she gave you the facts but I doubt that we’ll be affected.’ Delightful Dreams said. ‘There hasn’t been a rift storm for millennia anyway. Why they’re predicting one is going to hit now is beyond me. Terrible things.’

‘Terrible? Critical Mass just said no ships can get through.’ Remy asked.

‘Not just ships, no communication or anything external. Sunlight is about the only exception.’ Delightful Dreams explained. ‘They’ll know where it hits but by then it's too late really, all they can do is wait and send supply fleets once the storm is over. There are stories...planets who didn’t prepare well enough...doesn’t really bear thinking about…’ she said, trailing off in thought.

‘Does anyone know what causes these storms?’ Remy asked.

‘It’s natural dear, like a tide receding or a tree growing from the ground. It just happens. But like Critical Mass said, they have no idea where it will hit. We’ll be fine.’ Delightful Dreams finished, she had also eaten her meal. The large mare left Remy to ponder the storm as she herself ate her own lunch. There was still half a day to go, she had more taffy to taste test.

-

Sector Vector raised an eyebrow at the workstation screen, wiping a layer of dust off that had accumulated over the years to get a better look at it.

‘Hey boss, I think it’s happening. That weather alert monitor we have has a warning on.’

Her boss shuffled over, an older stallion who had been in the job far too long and yet, this was new to him, he vaguely remembered it from his training, squinting at the screen. His eyes these days weren’t so good. ‘Well, what does it say?’

‘It just says Rift Storm Forming and has a set of coordinates.’ she replied. ‘Ponies still use coordinates?’

‘Well this system does one thing and one thing only, it’s from before the astro-map was even considered. We can just cross reference the coordinates though with the astro-map.’ he replied, punching in the code that was showing on screen into his own. ‘There we go...ah.’

‘Ah?’ Sector Vector asked. ‘I mean we know it’s going to hit a planet and now it’s forming they’ve probably got maybe a day before they’re cut off.’

‘Yes, I’ll send a message to their home world headquarters immediately.’ her boss replied. ‘Top priority. Then we better get sending to neighbouring planets, sectors and advise all shipping. Oh, send a message to the supply and relief fleets, I doubt they’ll make it before the storm hits but at least they can position themselves nearby so they’re ready for the aftermath.’

‘Sending…’ the mare replied, punching the message through and confirming it had gone. ‘And sent and acknowledged received. Boss, it’s a food production planet, they should be fine right?’

‘Well, you’d hope so.’ her boss paused for a moment in thought. ‘We’ve done all we can, now they just have to ride out the storm and the other planets in the sector have to pick up the slack.’

‘Indeed.’

-

Rather rudely, Remy was awoken at a time she had never seen her clock display, three in the morning. At first she panicked, thinking she had overslept, but she realised it was still dark out and what had woken her was the emergency planetary alarm blaring out. The information system in her room had switched on automatically and a half-dressed news reporter (who had also clearly been dragged out of bed rapidly) was reading off a prompter in a rather panicked state.

‘The rift storm predicted is confirmed to be forming around Cyrus. We’re told there is less than twenty four hours for any ponies who can, to evacuate off the planet if they have access to space transport. Remaining citizens are told to wait in their homes, keep calm and await a broadcast from the Grand Duke of Cyrus.’ the reporter said, at the moment he uttered those words, the channel flipped automatically and the still rather sleepy Remy was greeted by the face of the Grand Duke, a rather large stallion known as High Life. It was slightly funny to Remy that even though there was this vague push by him and the ruling leaders of Cyrus for the population to lose weight, he was the fattest of all the ponies on the planet. Multiple chins wobbled as he started to speak, he sported a body so big and bulky that even though the camera was zoomed out to a reasonable distance, his flab encompassed the entire screen. Was he...mid way through eating a piece of taffy and forgot about it? There was the familiar look of a little piece wedged in one of his fat rolls. Remy chuckled, stopping when the Grand Duke started to speak with a low rumble.

‘Ponies of Cyrus. You’ll have seen we are the unfortunate recipients of a rift storm. The first in several millennia. For those of you with immediate passage off planet, please make your way to the closest spaceport calmly. For those of you who must stay, life shall continue as normal until the storm has passed. I will be staying to ensure order is kept. Production must be maintained. Solidarity in Cyrus.’ he finished, the screen then flicking back to the unprepared news reporter, who just started to reiterate the Grand Duke’s words. Remy lay back in bed, glancing out the window. She had looked rift storm’s up after work just out of pure curiosity, supposedly the sky would look as if a great, endless grey cloud with lightning enveloped the planet with small gaps to allow sunlight through. She could already see it forming. Supposedly the lightning in those clouds was fatal to shipping, being incredibly potent yet it never hit ground. The clouds also blocked all communication. She remembered the words of Delightful Dreams. ‘We’ll be fine.’ she had said. Remy hoped so. There was little she could do now except go back to sleep, the mattress reshaping itself as her massive bulk leaned into it. Sleeping however was futile, ponies outside were making far too much of a racket now the news had struck. She could hear them hurriedly loading up their transports to make for the spaceports and get off world as quickly as they could. Some would make it sure, but it was estimated only a few rich ponies with personal transports would get out safely. All the shipping ports would have guards around to stop intruders breaking in. The mare lay there until dawn and her alarm went off naturally. She wondered what awaited her at work, if any of her colleagues would be lucky enough to escape before the storm hit.

-

The ride to work was...different. Ponies seemed to be in a daze, hardly paying attention. More than a few times, a porky pedestrian just waddled their way into the road without looking and Remy had to swerve to avoid them. They hardly seemed to notice they were even in danger, the mare yelling expletives at them before driving on. Still though, the sudden slamming on of the breaks did give her blubber a good jiggle, she felt her fat rocket forward then slosh backwards as her scooter pulled up much quicker than it was meant to. Mentally she made a note, it wouldn’t do her scooter any good but if she could replicate it somehow she’d try. It felt rather nice.

As per usual she got into work and punched in ten minutes before she was set to start. It seemed neither Critical Mass nor Delightful Dreams were secret millionaires who had managed to get off the planet in a hurry. As per normal the pair were already at their work stations, Remy sauntered up behind them, giving them a friendly bump with her rear as she took her place to try to cheer them up. ‘Morning.’

‘Is it? I hardly slept a wink…’ Critical Mass began to say.

‘Same…’ was all Delightful Dreams replied.

‘Well you’re both here, didn't you have some secret stash to get off planet with then?’ Remy asked. She heard Critical Mass laugh.

‘Hah not likely, like you and everypony else in this factory I’m here to stay. There’s some rumours flying around though the owner has gone, he’d be the only pony rich enough here to escape.’ Critical Mass said, her blubber jiggling as she laughed.

‘I thought so.’ was all Remy replied.

‘Oh Remy, we need to head upstairs. There’s apparently some samples not coming down the line like normal. They want us to collect them.’ Delightful Dreams said. ‘Once the shift starts anyway.’

Remy frowned, but secretly inside she was smiling. There was only one way upstairs, well two. There were always the stairs themselves, but most ponies opted to take the slightly too small elevator. It was the only thing they couldn’t upgrade in the factory rework and with the size of everypony, she knew the lift was going to be the favoured option that Delightful Dreams would go for. The two of them waddled towards the elevator, Remy chatting to her colleague on the way.

‘How come these ones aren’t coming down the line?’ Remy asked.

‘I don’t know, I just was told we need to get them shortly before you arrived.’ Delightful Dreams responded. ‘I’m more worried about all this storm business to be quite frank than some samples.’

Remy just nodded her head in agreement then carried on talking. ‘Me too, but everything should be okay right? We’re not exactly going to run out of food. They said everything will carry on as normal.’

‘Yes but it’s what the rest of the population do that concerns me Remy, you and I might be level headed but some ponies aren’t. They’ll panic most likely. Plus, if we’re going to keep producing food at a rate the same as before it hits, if that is the plan to keep ponies sane, we’re going to have an awful lot of surplus…’ Delightful Dreams mused. ‘And I doubt they’re going to let it go to waste.’

This was true. Remy hadn’t exactly spent a lot of time at one of the spaceports watching the multitude of transport ships leave each day but she knew most of Cyrus’s produce went off world. The planet was self-sufficient in the grains and other crops that were needed for production too. There was very little imported. By the time however Remy had finished with her train of thought about all that, the pair had arrived at the elevator.

‘You’re smaller, go in first and see how much space is left.’ Delightful Dreams motioned to her. Remy trotted in, feeling the elevator shift a little in position downwards as her weight put a small amount of pressure on the cables. When she turned to face Delightful Dreams, there was a little under half the space left inside. Delightful Dreams just sighed.

‘You really are getting far too big Remy. I’m going to have to back in.’

‘Fine by me.’ Remy replied. She watched as her large, jiggling co-worker spun herself around and then gently walked herself backwards, the heftiness of her wobbling flesh pressing Remy up against the wall. Thankfully the elevator car was reinforced so it wasn’t as if the pair would pop out the sides, but she did feel the walls almost squishing her and Delightful Dreams together. There was no room whatsoever to move between them once Delightful Dreams had shuffled her way gently inside. All Remy could feel was soft, fat flesh jostling for space as the two massive mares squished into each other. The feeling was rather lovely, all that flesh tightly packed together. She wondered if Delightful Dreams felt something too, each looked at each other with a rather embarrassed and flushed smile. Then her co-worker spoke.

‘The buttons are near you Remy.’ she said.

‘Oh right, going up.’ Remy replied, the mare forgetting that she was on the side of the control panel. With a gentle push she instructed the lift to take them up. The doors shut and there was a gentle jolt as the elevator went into motion, just reminding Remy of how tightly packed the pair were in the small space. She felt her flab ripple and wobble against Delightful Dreams with the jolt, her stomach particularly pressing hard against the other mare in the lift. The thing was, it was a soft press even though at the same time it was hard. The duality of added padding meant it was exactly that, added padding. It was always soft and squishy. There was another gentle jolt as the elevator reached the desired floor, the doors opening.

Delightful Dreams squeezed her way out first, Remy’s body almost pushing her out to greedily grab at what space was available to get now the pair were exiting. Remy was a little sad the fun was over, but she remembered there would be a ride down later once they had collected the samples.

Now there was at least some more space, her and Delightful Dreams were able to waddle their way down the corridor towards the room they were meant to pick the samples up from with only a mild bumping of their flanks into one another. It was one of those curious things about pony anatomy and whilst it was varied for all, generally most of the weight seemed to go to the rear. Just something Remy had observed anyway about most ponies she saw day to day, especially her two co-workers.

Finally the pair reached a room marked with a sign that read Testing Laboratory. Remy had heard of it, but she had never actually been inside. Supposedly this was where they developed new flavours of Taffy and other such things, even new treats based on it. Perhaps it was something new? She followed Delightful Dreams inside. The room looked well, like a lab but just catered around developing food. Various machines dotted the interior with ponies working at them and other workstations. Smells permeated the air, suddenly Remy felt quite hungry. The pair were greeted by an especially large stallion, he must have been one of the largest ponies Remy had come across at the taffy factory. He was just on the cusp of immobility, rather amusingly using his belly as a cushion almost to rest on as the pair approached, only counterweighted by a wobbly pair of flanks that towered high behind his head. She wondered why she hadn’t seen him around. As soon as she read his badge though his weight was accounted for. Head Development Lead. Likely he spent most of his time in this lab. He was chewing something as they approached.

‘We’re here to pick up some samples?’ Delightful Dreams asked.

The stallion stopped chewing long enough to speak. ‘Delightful Dreams and Remedial Action. Staff passes.’ was all he said in between mouthfuls. Dutifully Remy and her colleague showed their passes and he just nodded, levitating a small box towards the pair which he placed on Delightful Dreams back for her to take for them to try. He finished chewing to give some more instruction to the pair. ‘This is a new variety, we’re done with the lab side tests so we wanted to give the regular testers a chance to see what it did. There are three sticks inside, two are for each of you, the third is for whatever other tester you deem okay to try them also. I’m not going to argue.’ the stallion said. It seemed simple enough.

‘That’ll be Critical Mass then.’ Delightful Dreams said.

‘Sure, if that’s one of your colleagues. When you’ve tasted it send your reports directly to the lab, not the usual reporting recipient.’ the stallion replied. He was already back to munching. Remy and Delightful Dreams left him, he seemed preoccupied with his eating. Maybe a coping mechanism due to the recent news? Who could tell.

The ride back down was the same, Remy feeling her large self squish up against the even bigger Delightful Dreams who was being noticeably more careful this time due to having the samples on her back. There was a bit less jostling, but the pair were still packed tightly in the elevator together. When they got back to their work stations, Remy levitated the box to the central one, which was hers. The trio looked at it.

‘Well, open it up already. We haven’t got all day.’ Critical Mass said grumpily, Remy could feel the impatience in the tone of her voice so she did so. Inside were three perfectly normal looking pieces of taffy. They weren’t even wrapped. All the same colour, a sort of off-red almost pink. All three looked at each other and just shrugged, opting to take one each and eating it. To Remy, the taste was...not great. It wasn’t exactly bland but what little taste there was didn’t have very much going for it. The taste was almost vaguely medicinal, the mare watching her colleagues faces contort to try to palette the taffy.

‘It’s...not great.’ Remy said.

‘Yes a bit...bland.’ Delightful Dreams replied.

‘It’s disgusting.’ Critical Mass, the ever blunt one said. The two just nodded to agree.

Apart from the taste there was nothing else to really say about the taffy. Same consistency, shape and size as anything else Remy had to try. The colour was a little odd but that was it. Like her colleagues, she wrote up her report and sent it directly to the lab. The rest of the day was the same as usual, just with that same sense of uneasiness hanging around that all the ponies of the planet staying behind had with them. As Remy headed home, she looked up at the sky. The storm now encompassed the planet. They were here to stay for as long as it lasted.

-

As Remy rolled over in bed for the umpteenth time trying to get to sleep, she heard a light buzz from the doorway into her apartment. It was, according to the clock, 02:37 in the morning. The light buzzing noise indicated that somepony was calling for her to answer the door. Bleary eyed and with a huge lot of effort, Remy pulled herself from bed and waddled over to the intercom system by her apartment entrance, answering the call. The screen was filled with the familiar blubber of Critical Mass.

‘Put some clothes on. Something sleek. We’re getting more of that taffy.’ was all she said, before cutting the call off. Remy was barely awake so her brain just about processed the message. She just sighed to herself and headed to the bathroom to wash up, following this up by trying to find something ‘sleek’ as Critical Mass had said. The best she could do was an old Nightmare Night costume where she had gone as a pumpkin, but wearing just the black under suit. She was a fair bit bigger now though, the suit immediately formed some rips in it as she pulled it over her massive flanks, across her belly rolls and up to her neck. Remy just shrugged and headed outside, still tired.

‘What do you mean get more of that taffy, you said so yourself it was disgusting.’ Remy asked. She noticed Delightful Dreams was present as well, Critical Mass was just so large that she hadn’t fitted into the camera’s field of view when Critical Mass had used the system. Each of them were wearing similarly ill fitting, sleek outfits. ‘Did you two go as pumpkins last year as well?’ Remy asked, trying not to drop off again.

‘What? No. Anyway Remy, we need more of that taffy. The taste was terrible, but we’ve been talking all night about it. There is something about it neither of us can put our hooves on. There’s got to be more in the lab and we need a third to tag along. We’re going to break in.’ Critical Mass explained, the three massive mares now slowly making their way in the direction of the workplace.

Remy woke up a little, but everything still wasn’t registering correctly in her brain. ‘Wait, break in? Can’t we just, you know...use our employee access?’ she asked.

‘It’s all recorded dingus. We don’t want this to be.’ Critical Mass replied with a huff.

‘Yeah Remy, no pressure but we thought three would be better than two for this. Did the taffy not play on your mind as well?’ Delightful Dreams asked.

‘Come to think of it…’ Remy started to say, it had somewhat. The taste yes, it was bad, but there was something like the pair of them she couldn’t quite put her hoof on about it. The trio continued to discuss their plan as they waddled. Essentially even though there was always some security, companies didn’t bother that much, break ins to factory complexes were rare enough there was little in place to stop them. Effectively the trio managed to saunter their way in with little opposition and then look for an entrance inside.

‘Well, everything is locked up. There’s that window though…’ Remy said, pointing a hoof to a double wide, old looking window that with a small push, opened up. Security really was lax.

‘Give me a boost.’ Critical Mass said. The window was a few feet above the ground, so with a lot of grunting and cries of ‘How much do you weigh!?’ from Remy, between herself and Delightful Dreams the pair managed somehow to loft Critical Mass upwards to the window cill where...she immediately got her flanks wedged in the frame.

‘Push!’ the duo heard her bark in instruction. The thing was, as Critical Mass hung in the frame wiggling her useless hooves about trying to get traction, the weight of her body was quite a bit more mass than the supporting structure that held the window in place.

CRRRRUNNNNCCHHHHHHH!

With a mighty push, the entire frame popped out of its holdings and Critical Mass slumped forward onto the floor inside, her bulky body jiggling in protest at the sudden forward shift as it did so. A small part of the wall underneath it gave way too, allowing Remy and Delightful Dreams to easily waddle their way inside. Remy could see a grin on Delightful Dream’s face as Critical Mass dusted herself off and got to her hooves.

‘That was quite impressive.’ she giggled.

‘Keep it to yourself, remember what we’re here for. Now keep it quiet.’ Critical Mass responded with a grunt. The trio made their way inside, at least as quietly as three massive ponies could. There was always a certain amount of clopping as their huge hooves made contact with the floor. Thankfully it seemed there was nopony inside patrolling the premises. Like earlier in the day, so once more the trio made it to the elevator. Remy pressed the call button and the doors slid open.

‘Well this should be interesting. Us two just about squeezed inside earlier. Shouldn’t we go one at a time?’ Remy asked, it was the logical thing.

‘I think that’s wise.’ Delightful Dreams replied.

Critical Mass went first, Remy observing as she practically filled the entire elevator, her whole bulk pressing up against the walls lightly as she turned to face them, the hefty mare shifting her weight so that she could face the door on her way up. Her body wasn’t exactly the right shape for it, so it was being squished into a bit of a square form to accommodate the space she was trying to fit into. Thankfully fat was somewhat malleable, so without trouble the doors closed and Critical Mass vanished, the elevator returning down for Remy.

‘You next dear.’ Delightful Dreams said. Remy, like Critical Mass, made her way in facing forward then shifted her bulk around to face the front. She felt the old Nightmare Night suit push up against the walls of the thing, all her weight fighting for space which just wasn’t there at the angles she was moving at. Finally, with a light flump her fat squidged back into its usual shape, and she rode the elevator upwards to the floor where the lab was. As the thing went up, she definitely felt the lift straining to get all that mass upwards and fight against gravity as it was designed to do. The mare made it to the top however with no issues and found Critical Mass waiting for her. Pressing a button, Remy returned it for Delightful Dreams.

There was some commotion as the two heard from inside the elevator shaft some noises that resembled an incredibly fat mare trying her best to position herself forward facing towards the door in the elevator. As it came up, the pair heard the mechanism that made it rise...struggle. As the doors opened and Delightful Dreams waddled forward, her usually calm and unphased expression suddenly turned to panic as her entire bloated rear wobbled and shifted downwards a few inches. Hurriedly she wobbled her way forward, just in time for the cable to snap and the elevator car to plummet towards the floor where an almighty CRASH meant it had likely somewhat exploded upon impact with the floor. Delightful Dreams looked rather worried.

‘That was...close.’ she said.

‘Ah you’d have been fine, you’ve got enough cushion that you’d have survived.’ Critical Mass joked, but there was a little quiver in her tone that suggested to Remy she was concerned as well, even if she didn’t outwardly show it. The trio decided not to let it bother them and carried on towards the lab, gently opening the door. It was dark, so Remy switched the lights on.

‘Hah, told you there was something about that taffy.’ Critical Mass said, grinning somewhat and pointing a flabby hoof forward. Remy and Delightful Dreams eyes widened from what they observed in front of them.

The stallion from before was still here, clearly not working overtime, he was fast asleep, but he was far, far larger than when Remy and Delightful Dreams had talked to him earlier in the day. Loud, excessive snores permeated the air as the stallion was well into a deep slumber, clearly stimulated by the massive rolls of fat he was immobilized by that was his body. Even if he woke up, Remy couldn’t imagine what he’d do to stop the trio, he couldn’t move. His size was...impressive.

‘While he’s asleep, let’s eat.’ Critical Mass said, waddling over to a counter. She could see that the stallion had made a start on what samples there were, about a quarter was missing, clearly having been eaten already. The trio made enough space for one another and started to eat.

‘Still…munch...tastes just as disgusting.’ Remy said between mouthfuls. All she got back from the other two was grunts of agreement. There very obviously was something about this taffy that was different from the standard stuff, already after only just a few bites Remy could feel her body almost bloating up. Pounds and pounds of blubber were piling on, it was causing her to gain so much more so quickly that in her greed, Remy and her two colleagues failed to notice that beneath them, the floor was starting to creak…

As she made her way through her portion of the samples, Remy felt the warm and fattened flanks of her colleagues push up against her own. She was sandwiched again, but this time she was enjoying it, the feeling of all that flesh pressing together was wonderful. Before too long, that slight press became a hefty press, fat flanks and bloated bellies fighting for what little space they had to begin with. Remy felt herself push outwards, her ass starting to press into areas of the lab that she had waddled by not long ago. She and her two friends were filling the room, easily. Her vision was becoming more and more blocked the more she ate, her body growing at such a rapid pace it was just adding pounds wherever suitable for it to go. The samples were vanishing so fast, Remy wanted more...more...more!

She would have had more, except as she greedily pushed the final of her samples into her maw, that creaking floor just couldn’t hold all that weight of three excessively large, nearly immobile mares and one immobile stallion that filled the room. The trio suddenly felt themselves move, Remy feeling a sudden sense of falling as the floor gave out with a mighty FWWOOOMMMMM sending the three mares and the stallion crashing down to the floor below.

When the dust settled, Remy couldn’t exactly move but she heard another snore from the stallion. He had slept through the entire ordeal.

‘Remy?’ she heard a voice call out. It was Delightful Dreams.

‘Yeah?’ she replied.

‘Oh good, you’re okay.’ came the response.

‘Don’t ask about me then!’ came a bit of a disgruntled reply from Critical Mass.

‘G-Glad you’re okay too…’ Delightful Dreams said. The trio were now all so fattened up, moving under their own power was still possible, just extremely difficult at their sizes. A quick getaway was not going to be something they could pull off, but it was the middle of the night after all. Leaving the sleeping stallion in the rubble, the trio made what was most likely, the slowest getaway in the history of binge eating break ins ever to grace planet Cyrus.

-

Captain Pinnacle was starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel.

For three years now his fleet had been positioned just outside the reach of the rift storm above Cyrus. The only contact he had was with the crew on his ship and once a month a supply ship stopped at their supply fleet to replenish any perishables that were no longer in a fit state for consumption. He was glad was a solitary pony, many here had families that meant being part of a supply fleet, they hardly saw them for years.

There were rumblings from the monitoring station that the storm was finally starting to dissipate. Pinnacle had sat on his bridge every day, seven days a week for the past three years. It looked absolutely no different to him, the entire planet was still encapsulated by a thick storm. But then again his fleet had no equipment for monitoring this sort of weather phenomenon. They were simply told where to go and sit there ready at a moment's notice to be the first ones planet side and to supply the population with everything they needed after weathering the storm. This was going to be his third resupply mission and if the monitoring station was right, Cyrus had gotten off easy. Three years was quite a short duration for a storm to last and from what he was told the planet was capable of supplying itself, being a food production planet. The name vaguely rang a bell, he thought he might have tasted their taffy once…

‘Report Helmspony.’ Pinnacle said.

‘All ships in formation, resupply vessel due at o-five hundred hours. All quiet sir.’ came the response from his Helmspony.

‘Good, continue to monitor. Inform me immediately of any updates.’ he replied and sunk further back into his seat. There was precious little to do except watch, Pinnacle liked to play mental games while on duty and take advantage of the virtual world suites on board when he was off. The past three years he had been living the life of a detective, something a bit more exciting.

He was half paying attention when he heard his Helmspony speak up about an hour later.

‘Sir, we have a report incoming from the monitoring station.’

‘Oh?’ the captain asked, immediately sitting up to pay attention. ‘Report.’

‘Report reads: Storm integrity starting to show signs of breaking down. Anticipate roughly one standard Equestrian month until total dispersal. We will notify you as soon as it is safe to land on the planet.’ The Helmspony responded with a smile.

‘Finally some good news.’ Pinnacle said. It had been a short one this time, he remembered back to his first stint, as if it was a test. Nearly a decade that storm had lasted. By the end he was sure he was starting to go a bit crazy. Thankfully the ship was well equipped but...it was just the endless waiting and unknown of when they might be finally able to do their job. ‘Make sure all planet side drills continue as scheduled and double the rotation in preparation for landing. I want to make sure everypony in the fleet is as ready as they can be to deal with whatever is down there.’

‘Yes sir, sending that to our staff heads now.’ The Helmspony replied.

Pinnacle sunk back into his chair once more. Nearly over. With only three years, perhaps the population had weathered the storm okay. He had heard things about Cyrus though, read a small report on the Galactic Archive. He knew how leaders reacted in dire situations. He just hoped everypony down there was okay.

-

Rain once more pounded on the window outside Remy’s apartment. Her alarm clock had gone off several times now, it read 08:37. The mare didn’t care though, she had stopped caring several years ago in fact when it seemed everyone at work had given up too. She still worked of course, but that was only to make sure she got paid. Lazily, she looked around what she could see of her room. In front of her immediate area of vision there were several taffy wrappers. In the past few months the mare had started taking samples from work home that she just couldn’t eat at the factory. There were still a few half eaten bits nestled between her fat which she levitated towards her mouth and chewed on, the off red colour ones she had tried all those years ago. Breakfast was sorted out. The taste was still terrible however.

Remy shifted herself...just. The past three years had not been kind to her physique, although the mare had relished it herself. Once the storm had started, things had been okay for around a year or so. She had continued to work. Everypony had just sort of tried to go on without thinking about or talking of the storm. The problem was, as one of her co-workers had anticipated, overproduced food had to go somewhere. Mostly it was into the bellies of the population of Cyrus. The Grand Duke had instituted a zero wastage policy so they could ‘be ready for their quick return to normal life’ once the storm had passed. Three years later and well, things were a shambles.

The zero wastage policy meant all foods were now practically free. Suppliers, including the factory Remy worked at were giving their employees free food, as well as passing it off as best they could to the general population. Remy spent all day eating taffy, then eating more taffy when she got home. Sometimes she’d manage to get something that wasn’t taffy just to taste something different. Lazily she shifted herself, Remy now about a hundred pounds short of total immobility, at least as far as she knew. Blubber from her body and her immensely fat cheeks and weighty chest fat was almost making mechanical blindness a reality as she squinted to see what she could. The flesh around her face was forming into a shape that still allowed her to see, it was just difficult. Another thing to consider was all the extra food and the zero wastage policy. All the population was absolutely gigantic. Remy herself had packed on all the weight she expected to gain in her entire lifetime and unless the storm passed, expected soon she’d be unable to make it to work anymore.

Remy still lived in her same ground floor apartment, the thing was now she just took up the entire ground floor bedroom herself. She felt her bulk press up against the walls. The bed underneath her was still there but the mattress had been flattened some time ago to a pancake and the bed itself had collapsed. So much for that weight promise. She would be trapped in her bedroom but she had used her size to widen entries and exits from each room to be just about the right size for her so she could squeeze through. Remy hadn’t really considered the implications on the structural strength of the building though, or the fact that there were ten more floors of probably equally large ponies above her, all doing the same thing.

She spent a total of five minutes washing up, just making sure she was at least presentable for work. She mostly went naked these days apart from wearing the tattered and stretched remains of her work top, which even though being the largest size available was far too small.

Gloooorrrrppp!

‘Pipe down.’ Remy said to herself. Her stomach was still hungry, the mare eating a few more bits of taffy. Not leftovers this time. That was the other thing, the bigger she was, the more she needed to eat to support such a bulbous and fat body. Frequently now her body protested if she left it too long between meals.

She exited into the outside of her apartment, glancing at her scooter as she did so. It was still in one piece, apart from two flat tires. They had popped just over a year ago when the mare had become too big for it. She had to waddle her way to work now. Public transport wasn’t really an option these days because nopony could fit inside anything anymore. The only way anypony got about was on large, powered flat pony movers. Remy had rented one a few times, uncomfortable things. They were necessary however if you lived in an upper level apartment. There was no way most ponies got anywhere near the stairs these days, and none fitted in the elevators. Her entire apartment block that looked rather nice just three years ago now looked completely run down. Giant holes permeated the sides where excessively large ponies in some cases filled and spilled out of due to their weight.

Remy was taking one last look before she turned to waddle her way to work, hearing that tell tale sign of another support beam cracking as it gave up supporting the huge weight above it. She glanced up, seeing a rather large amount of orange flab roll around and shift downwards an inch. This was then followed by yet another crack and the flab moving further downwards. This was now a common issue with apartment blocks, especially where ponies had removed supporting walls to fit inside…

It was like watching a stack of dominoes tumble over vertically, once one went through a floor, there was generally even more weight from two on the next floor and so on. Nopony was harmed, one thing about all that blubber was it formed a natural cushion so they might be a bit bruised, but often they just landed softly outside the building. Unfortunately this meant that Remy was about to have a hole in her roof, but she knew it had been coming for some time.

Crack!
Crunch!
Crummmmbbllleee!

Several ponies all came tumbling down as the floors gave way one by one, eventually landing in Remy’s ground floor apartment. Her outer wall was knocked out in the process which made her sign, but it didn’t matter so much. Even on the coldest nights her blubber kept her warm. Another advantage of being so massive. Once it was all over, the block looked well...awful. There was almost nothing left of the upper floors. Several ponies were laying a bit dazed but fine around on the street below. She just sighed and turned to get to work. She had wasted enough time watching the hilarious but rather sad events unfold. Police ponies would be here soon anyway to help them. They were all a bit beyond help though at this point.

-

Remy was around halfway to work, it was no joke having to waddle herself through a barely wide enough city street towards the factory. The city streets were small before the storm hit, now they were just comical. She felt her massive rear gently brushing and crashing into things. Mailboxes, abandoned carts and cars. Most roads now had given way to just being bigger walkways for ponies who could no longer fit on the original ones. Remy certainly was one of those ponies.

As she walked, she passed by two gigantic rears that she recognized, stuffing their faces at a cake stall. It was hard to miss the massively stretched cutie marks of Critical Mass and Delightful Dreams. Time had not been kind to their physiques either, the pair now well into immobility. Massive guts that gurgled with satisfaction as they ate formed a large, plush bed beneath their bodies, front hooves only now good for shovelling food into their ever hungry maws. Remy gave both a prod, but it was actually quite difficult to get their attention as they were so preoccupied with eating. It was only when she heard two excessively loud BWWAAAARRRPPPPSSSS! to indicate they were done did she have any luck in getting their attention.

The light hiss of several small movement propellent devices was always what Remy heard first with ponies of their size, it was the only way they could move. Useless hooves buried in fat were not getting them anywhere. The two massive mares faced their colleague.

‘Remy...still mobile I see.’ Critical Mass said.

‘Only a few meals away from that no longer being the case I expect.’ Remy replied to two large grins from Critical Mass and Delightful Dreams. ‘Breakfast?’ she asked.

‘Mmm, we’re staying for lunch if you want to join us...and will fit.’ Delightful Dreams responded.

‘Beats taffy. You know we’re all late for work?’ Remy said. The two just shrugged.

‘Actually we’re skipping work today, if you want to join us...there’s something we’re doing that’s more important. A pony of your size would be really useful.’ Critical Mass said.

‘Useful? I mean apart from how nice it feels, how is it useful?’ Remy asked, a little perplexed.

‘Well come on Remy, use what knowledge is left in that food addicted brain of yours. The storm is ending right? And in the past three years, apart from things being a little crazy, we’ve all really enjoyed hitting sizes we never thought even possible.’ Critical Mass said, giving her body a little jiggle to prove her point, Remy immediately distracted by all that jiggling fat. ‘So we’re gonna make sure we keep getting to indulge ourselves.’

‘Uhm...right. How?’ was all Remy could ask.

‘By making sure we stay cut off.’ Delightful Dreams responded. It was a flat, dull, matter of fact tone that suggested to Remy neither of them were joking and this was deadly serious. ‘They haven’t been used since the storm hit, but spaceports in all the major cities are the only way on or off the planet, at least officially. It hasn’t been officially announced but there is rumor spreading that the storm is coming to an end. Workers have been sited preparing the ports for regular duties again. There’s a large group of ponies across the planet that want to make sure that doesn’t happen.’

‘Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?’ Remy asked.

‘If what you think we’re suggesting is we’re going to go and crush all the spaceports in a coordinated attack today under our hefty bulks, then yes.’ Critical Mass responded. ‘You in or out?’

Remy only took a second to give her answer, but all that flooded her thoughts in that second was just how much she had enjoyed getting so...blorpy. Everything about her felt good, from the way her massive flanks brushed the floor as she walked to her flab jiggling with every little movement. She felt cosy and confident in herself. She suddenly worried that with exports going off planet again, she’d start to lose some of that extra weight she’d packed on. Probably the rest of the ponies on Cyrus has the same thought. That was why it only took her a second to respond ‘I’m in.’ with her colleagues smiling.

‘Good on ya Remy, I knew we could count on you.’ Critical Mass exclaimed. In her excitement, her movement propellant devices pushed her forward with her flab appreciatively squishing up against Remy’s which made her blush, the feeling of all that hefty weight pressing together was her personal heaven.

‘Any time.’ Remy just replied.

‘It’s tonight, in the meantime, join us for some cakes? Can’t hurt to add a few more pounds before this evening. We’re going under the cover of darkness.’ Critical Mass said. She used her jets to move herself as much as she could so Remy could squeeze her way in, completely sandwiched between the two mares just convinced her even more to get even bigger. There was hardly space to move as the trio stuffed their faces, the hunger knowing no bounds.

-

It had actually been quite the chore to get everypony to the spaceport on time, let alone coordinate it with other leaders across Cyrus that were part of this ramshackle resistance who were going to attack the other ones. Remy was overhearing chatter that some ponies were missing because they had gotten side-tracked with eating. However, it got to a stage where they figured they had enough near each site, so they could start the attack.

‘We’re going in five.’ Critical Mass said. ‘There isn’t much of a plan.’

‘There’s a plan?’ Remy asked. All she could see was ponies of varying size milling around waiting for the order to go. Hilariously some had equipped things to hide their faces like ski masks (which hardly fitted) but obviously, forgot to cover their cutie marks. Not that there was really anything big enough to cover those anyway.

‘Well it’s basically just go in and throw yourself at things to cause damage. The particularly large ones among us have been tasked with pinning down the guard ponies. Sorry Remy.’ Critical Mass said with a little tease in her tone of voice. ‘Perhaps the next one.’

‘Hey don’t tease her. We’re all in this together.’ Delightful Dreams replied.

‘Tsk, I suppose.’ was all Critical Mass said. There was a little more milling around until finally, an order to charge came through. There was laughter in the air.

‘Charge, they know at best we can move at a slow waddle right?’ Critical Mass said with a chuckle.

‘Well you guys can go quicker surely? You’ve got those booster rocket things for mobility.’ Remy said.

‘Eh, I mean they have to move a whole lot of weight Remy. They can’t shift us much faster than our legs could if they could reach the ground.’ Critical Mass replied.

The whole ‘charge’ if you could call it that, was quite slow. It was more like a gentle wobbling advance that was only permeated by the sounds of huffing, puffing and then the ground quaking slightly as a few hundred fatties all moved in unison. Oddly, as they approached the spaceport everything was quiet. There was actually nobody on the site apart from what looked like one rent-a-cop in a gate outside. It seemed there were no leaks, no inside mole who had gone to the police with information on an attack on the spaceports. In fact as all the blobs approached, the guard who was almost snoozing just raised an eyebrow to the first arrivals and said ‘Spaceport’s closed until the storm passes. Although I’m sure you know that.’

A rather brash pony at the front, probably the largest of them all who looked to Remy like she was only a burger or two short of causing even her booster rocket mobility devices to fail just moved her way up to the guard and simply said ‘You’ve got two choices, leave now and tell nobody or prepare to be pinned under my flab for several hours at least. Which is it?’

The guard (a stallion) actually looked at the mare threatening him for a moment. ‘Well...I mean…’ he seemed to seriously be considering the options as if there were any.

‘GET OUT OF HERE.’ came the bellow from the blobby leader, making the slightly overweight guard scamper away as quickly as he could. There was murmuring amongst the rest of the ponies, a little discussion he may have been considering that being pinned option, if only for a second. ‘THE REST OF YOU SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLES. CHARGE!’

Remy was part of the general shuffle forward to charge as best they could but was quite an amusing sight, she was somewhat lost in observing what the rest of the ponies there were doing and following her colleagues around.

The biggest ponies were of course, at the front of the charge. Remy watched as their blobby leader, plus a few equally oversized mares straight away went for buildings, benches and anything else they could slam their massive weight against to destroy it, the roar of the ponies somewhat energizing them as they moved forward to commit as much destruction as they could. Their goal ultimately was going to be the landing pads for the ships, but there was nothing wrong with ruining a few more things along the way right? Might as well go all in.

She watched as an extremely large mare, probably about a third as big again as Critical Mass, so roughly as wide as a standard 2 lane road and with a set of flanks as tall as the ground floor of a house sat her fat, wobbly butt down right on top of a small ticket booth which it nearly enveloped whole, there was a slightly amount of wiggling followed by crunching and when the mare got up, all that remained was a pancake like structure that had clearly felt the full brunt of such an impressive set of lardy cheeks crushing up against it.

Other ponies were using their hefty bellies to cause the most damage. A pair of mares had managed to get their thrusters to push them up above another building, hovering for a few seconds before shutting them down. There was an almighty CRUNCH as the duo came crashing down straight through the roof, the force of the impact pushing their flab out to the side just enough to also send the remaining walls flying outwards destroying the entire building at the same time. All that was left was a pair of giggling mares, who engaged their rocket thrusters again to do the same to another building.

Remy thought at this point she should probably try to contribute. She wasn’t exactly small, she had plenty of weight to throw around. It might even feel kind of nice. Squishing herself against things certainly did, so why would this be different?

She spied a bench that hadn’t been touched yet, far too small now even for her. Sidling up to it, she grinned as she forced her weight down onto the seat. It was metal, but that didn’t stop it practically crumbling under all her flab. She felt her massive, blubbery cheeks sink down and then quickly start to make the pathetically small legs holding it up buckle, which then resulted in her moving a few feet downwards towards the floor as it was crushed underneath her. As she jolted down, all her fat wobbled about causing the entire thing to be nothing more than a disc within seconds of her putting her weight on it. She felt rather enthused by the whole thing, she wanted more. Perhaps she could destroy something bigger…

Next up she noted a lamp post. Okay, it wasn’t exactly ‘bigger’ in terms of surface area, but it was quite tall and Remy thought it would be the perfect thing for her to wreck with her bulbous rear. She backed herself into it, feeling the cold metal suddenly warm between her cheeks. It was rather fun to use her weight in this manner, to really almost feel powerful in a way only her massive body was capable of doing. With a little press of her muscles, she felt the metal wedged between her wobbling, blorping flanks crunch as it gave way to flesh that easily overwhelmed it. The remains of the lamp, now snapped halfway up the pole, fell to the floor behind Remy as she looked for more things to test her weight against. This was becoming rather fun. Perhaps she could find Critical Mass and Delightful Dreams in amongst all the chaos, really show them what she was capable of.

When she found them, the pair were just finishing up destroying some rather large body scanners that were basically now ruined piles of barely recognizable metal. Leaning her weight on the debris Remy saw them turn to face her.

‘I see you two are having a good time.’ she said with a smile. ‘You know I think three of us would be more effective than two, don’t you think?’

‘Right on Remy, give us a hoof...or ass.’ Critical Mass said with a grin right back at her. Remy still blushed, but she was far more into throwing her weight around now she had tried it on a few things. The trio wobbled forward, looking for the next thing they could use their combined weights to destroy. Remy spotted it, they were were quite deep into the spaceport now.

‘Landing pads still look mostly intact, that’s gotta be our prime target surely?’ she asked.

‘Yes...surprised nopony else has started on them yet. Although…’ Delightful Dreams glanced behind her. It was reasonably clear as to why, they all seemed somewhat distracted using their weight on smaller objects where they could really feel it most likely. The landing pads were just flat, dull bits of concrete. The trio looked at it, a little puzzled as to how it could be ‘destroyed’ when there actually wasn’t that much to wreck in the first place.

‘Hmm...Remy you start on the landing lights. Me and Delightful Dreams will think of something for the main landing pad.’ Critical Mass said, giving an idle nod towards one of the lights.

Remy was quite happy, the landing lights around the pad itself were small and easy for her to lean her weight into to quickly smash. She was enjoying using different parts of her body to almost experiment and see what she could destroy most effectively. So far, it seemed her bulbous rear was once again winning out, using those muscles to manipulate the lights between her cheeks was rather lovely…

‘She’s really going at it.’ Critical Mass said.

‘I know, it’s not hard to tell she’s as into her size as the rest of us and only wants more. That’s why we’re doing all this.’ Delightful Dreams replied with a light smile. ‘Anyway, I think we’ve got this.’

‘Indeed.’ replied Critical Mass. The two had worked out that they could walk in unison and their size and weight would be enough to cause small tremors that would crack the concrete. This was no small feat, spaceport landing pads used specially reinforced stuff to withstand the weight of even the biggest and heaviest star ships. But this weight was always evenly spread over their landing gear. Concentrating their heft on one particular area and doing their best to somewhat ‘jump’ themselves upwards and then all their weight crashing down together in one area was working wonders, the concrete crumbling easily under the duo. Fat slammed together as Critical Mass and Delightful Dreams kept close to each other, the pair enjoying that wonderful feeling of their excessive weight coming together over and over.

It didn’t take long for the pair to work their way around the landing pad. By now, the other ponies who had mostly destroyed the rest of the space port had become less distracted and made their way over to the pads as well. Within an hour of them starting, the spaceport was reduced to rubble. Crushed, contorted and twisted under the excessive weight of the invading fatties. Any ships that were parked up had suffered the same fate, the blobby assailants making short work of them to reduce them to nothing more than ruined parts. The damage to the attackers was minimal, some just suffering some light bruising perhaps where they had been a little too overzealous throwing their weight around.

Reports started to come in that attacks all over Cyrus had been just as successful. When all was accounted for, no spaceports were in a serviceable condition by the morning. Remy wasn’t one hundred percent sure she had done the right thing. She had listened to her heart over her head and generally that was a bad idea. Although the attacks seemed to have been successful, Remy wouldn’t know the outcome until the morning. She headed back to what remained of her home, hopefully she’d be able to catch up on some news when they finally reported on it.

-

‘This is Channel One news, with your reporter, Late Lunch.’

The usual intro tune for breaking news played in the background as the graphics swiped in.

‘Good morning. What should have been a day of jubilation for Cyrus has started with disaster. We first bring you the news that we have confirmation that the rift storm is finally starting to dissipate around the planet. It is estimated there is roughly one month until shipping can once more start to travel freely to and from our planet. However, last night, a seemingly organized attack on the multiple spaceports around the planet has ruined any chances of commercial shipping being able to respond to this development any time soon. Whilst the support fleet waiting in orbit will be able to land, the strict rules with export shipping means currently, no space port is serviceable. The Grand Duke is holding an emergency HAM meeting this morning to see what can be done about the situation.’

Remy flicked the report off. She had heard enough. Celebrating at home with an excessive breakfast, she was hopeful about her potential to keep getting larger and so too were her friends. They were right, it was simply too good a situation to give up so easily. No pony on Cyrus in all its history had ever had life so good. Okay, the infrastructure of the planet wasn’t fairing too well, but that could all be fixed in time. Right now, Remy only had one thing on her mind and that was to see just how much she could pack on before eventually, all the spaceports were fixed and they had to start exporting goods again. She knew it was only a matter of time, but at least her, Critical Mass, Delightful Dreams and all those other blobs involved had bought enough time that meant they could keep fattening themselves up. Remy just didn’t want it to end, the feeling of all that flab that graced her body got better the more she gained. As she stuffed another celebratory taffy in her mouth, she felt her weight shift.

BLOORRRRRPPPPPPP!!!

Her massive ass raised itself a little, her stomach searching for somewhere to push itself out to. She filled the entire remains of her bedroom now, her head actually amusingly poked up into the massive hole in the roof into the upper apartment where yesterday several ponies had crashed through. Her hind legs now sat on a bed of flab, her weight now having ballooned to that magic spot she wanted to reach. With a smile, Remy flicked her communications device on and started a call.

‘Hello? Yes, I’d like to place an order for a set of your transportation thrusters. I’ve hit immobility…’