It was the first of four meals that he had planned. Candy Bass was starting lighter than the rest.
He supposed that ‘light’ didn’t really constitute several helpings of chocolate cake, an entire tray of pies and then to follow up, a few gallons of cola but in this context it was going to be a light session.
Candy Bass wasn’t exactly on the healthy side himself. He was known for enjoying his food a little more than the average pony did. In fact, a lot more. Often at get togethers with friends he was the one they made comments about, the fact he had ordered two hay burgers instead of one. In all honesty, he had somewhat given up keeping track of the jibes and jokes at his expense. All it had really done was got him thinking, why not give into the pressure? He knew it wasn’t serious of course, but it might make his friends think about what they said.
The hefty stallion grinned as the food was somewhat haphazardly made to fit on the table he was sitting at. He had chosen an outside spot at a popular local fast food joint, not because he wanted to show off but more because he was a little afraid that after this, he might not get back outside without causing some damage. He figured that if he was going to go all in on his gains, he may as well show he wasn’t afraid right? He could see from the other patrons he was already getting stares, low hushed whispers on their lips as he glanced around. Candy decided he was going to ignore it and dive straight into the tray of pies, greedily taking a huge mouthful of the first one as a third of it vanished in his maw instantly, the rest following with the same fate as the first bite rather quickly. The stallion dove in, giving in to his gluttony. Despite the fact he was eating, his mind was already starting to wander towards the next meal.
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The effects of the first meal had already taken hold, Candy feeling the extra weight on his body. Already his large, stuffed belly hung low between his legs, a slight amount of fat and chub building up around his cheeks, his flanks hadn’t quite ballooned yet, but were certainly fatter than before. He wondered what his second meal would do.
This time, it was a location known for its incredible burgers. Specifically the menu touted one that was so large nopony had ever finished it, he was determined to be the first. It was brought out to him with quite some celebration from the staff. Immediately, Candy wasted no time in getting his greedy chops around the massive meal before him. He was really getting into the whole gaining thing, now more so for himself than to show up his friends. He loved the steadily increasing weight all over, how soft he felt, how much more of him there was to enjoy. After this meal, he was sure to reach the waddling stage if he was going to get the entire thing down and digested. As he ate all those wondering things he was hoping for were slowly happening, he felt his fat stomach make contact with the floor, his rear start to form a comfortable seat behind him, his legs fatten and his cheeks start to add even more mass, making eating easier. The more space he had in his face for food, the more he could stuff in his maw even faster. The burger was divine, with a satisfied ‘UURRRRAAAAAPPPPP!’ he collapsed back onto his monster ass, already thinking about tomorrow’s session.
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At the third meal, Candy was somehow hoping he could still sit on a proper seat but the eatery he had chosen didn’t quite have furniture for a stallion of his enormous proportions. There was a loud CRACK! as the chair he had attempted to sit on at his table instantly gave way under his weight, the stallion wobbling profusely as his weight crashed to the floor and he blushed, telling the server he’d just prefer to sit on his flanks after making his order.
Another massive meal, he supposed this would be his last ‘true’ one where he could order out of his own home. He planned with this one to just start touching on immobility, but still be able to get himself home without assistance. This time ice cream was on the menu, a practical tower of cold sweet goodness was placed on the table and using a straw, Candy started to suck it up as if it was a milkshake.
He could feel the fat piling on his already incredibly obese body. The bigger he was getting, the more he wanted to eat. Greedily, the stallion grabbed a second straw and sunk that into the pile of ice cream and started to suck on that too. The entire time his mind was only occupied by one thought, just how big he could make himself. It was amazing at the speed he was eating (or rather, drinking) he hadn’t given himself brain freeze.
As the final remains of the massive desert vanished with a sluurrrppp Candy admired himself, his goal achieved. His massive belly was nearly forming a bed beneath him, it wobbled and jiggled at the slightest movement, his flanks were starting to rise above the back of his head. He was quite the sight. As he left the restaurant, he bumped his huge rear on the door on the way out by accident, the feeling of all that blubber and flab sliding along the frame as he waddled his way out was amazing. Luckily at home, he already had a wider door, it wouldn’t be a problem there.
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The fourth meal, Candy actually reduced his intake a little. He had found getting home it was actually quite easy, he wasn’t immobile and he didn’t want to be, he wanted to hit that perfect size of too fat to fly, just before you can’t move because your impossibly obese belly lifts your hooves from the floor. He heard his doorbell ring, the pizza pony looked quite surprised when such a massive, bloated stallion answered the door. It quickly wore off as he remembered that he had come with a literal cart load of pizzas, all for the same address. He had just figured it was for a party or something, not one blobby stallion.
Candy didn’t even take the pizza’s by the slice, he simply folded the pizza’s in half and crammed them in, filling his cheeks with as much pizza as he could chew on. This was heaven, he heard his stomach guuurrrgggllleeee with delight as he pleased it with more food. There was an incredible amount of satisfaction in being so big, in just wanting to pack on more weight than he had ever dreamed of. He hoped this would be enough food to push him to his desired size, thankfully it was and as the last pizza vanished, Candy felt himself need to push his hooves down towards the floor just a little to make contact with it. He wasn’t immobile, but he guessed that a few more pizza’s and he would be.
‘BWWWWwwwwwwAAAArrrrRRRPPPPPPP!’
With a satisfied belch that echoed around the room, Candy admired his physique. His belly bed was king size, his massive flanks big enough to crush a cart should he so desire. His face was now suitably pudgy and had done its best to conform to the rest of his bloated frame. He fluttered his wings uselessly, they weren’t going to get him off the ground again any time soon.
He wondered what all his friends would say now. The stallion giggled to himself, he wondered if they’d be so eager to speak up now. An amusing thought. One that quickly vanished as he blushed, pleased beyond measure with his size.
