“...Uuuhhh Twilight, you ok?” The words hung in the air, the mare they were directed at looking blearily towards the direction they’d come from. She struggled immensely, but eventually she managed to focus, the blurred smear on her vision materialising into the form of a thick, delicious hay burger held between her hooves. The paper wrapping was utterly drenched in grease, but still allowed her to make out the stylised image of a jolly mare’s face, flanked by the words “The Hungry Horse”. Tearing her gaze from the sandwich, she looked over to the side, blinking in confusion as her friends looked back at her, all with some degree of concern etched into their faces.
The words finally wormed their way into her brain, Twilight flinching as she recognised Rainbow Dash’s voice. “Twilight, speak to me egghead, your kind of freaking me out right now…”
“Oh, hey Rainbow, how's it going?” Twilight finally responded, a groan of frustration leaving Rainbows lips at the response.
“Twilight, what in the hay has gotten into ya? You’ve been staring at that sandwich for the last few minutes” Applejack piped up, trotting over and placing a hoof on Twilight’s foreleg. “You feeling alright?” Applejack’s concern turned to confusion, watching as a wide smile began to work itself onto Twilight’s face.
“Never better! In fact, I feel better than ever, and you know why?”
“Err, I don’t think we follow, darling.” Rarity spoke up, a wide sun hat pushed over her head. “I don’t even know why you decided to stop at this… place. We were going to have a picnic, remember, plenty more healthy food than that… thing.” Emphasising her words, she levitated a small wicker basket, the faint sounds of plates rattling around could be heard. Twilight thought for a moment, working over her friend's words with no small degree of effort. Yes, she did recall they were going to have a group picnic in the park, nodding as she recalled Spike putting together some sandwiches for the trip…
However, she shook her head dismissively. “We don’t need a picnic, I’ve just found the tastiest hayburger… no, tastiest thing in the world… just look at it!” Using her magic, Twilight levitated the sandwich into the air, letting her friends take in the exquisite appearance of the meal. Through the large bite in the side, they could see the inside was filled with thick, juicy portions of deep-fried hay, a collage-like mixture of sauces and topping practically exploding from between the two buns. None could deny that it didn’t look appetising, even Rarity with her more refined tastes had to admit there was a certain intrigue to it. But everything also pointed to it being little more than a calorie bomb. The grease that oozed forwards shimmered in the sunlight and the purple glow of Twilight’s magic, promising nothing but weight gain for anypony brave enough to stomach such a meal.
“It… looks okay, I guess.” Starlight mused, taking the burger from Twilight’s magic, Twilight being surprisingly reluctant to let go. Inspecting it, she was stunned, a powerful aroma wafting up, her mind suddenly elsewhere as a rolling gurgle let loose from her middle. Her cheeks flushed, a nervous laugh loosening from her mouth. “Ha ha, I must have been hungrier than I thought…” She fidgeted, seemingly unable to tear her gaze away from the enticing meal levitating but a scant few inches from her face. Its siren call was deafening, a thin line of drool running down her muzzle. “Maybe Twilights onto something, a little taste wouldn’t hurt?” Before anypony could stop her, she took a bite. Pausing mid chew, the rest of the group could do little but watch as Starlight's expression morphed to mirror the one Twilight wore only minutes ago.
Shakily, she sloppily wiped the splash of condiments and grease from her muzzle, smiling all the while. “Oh Celestia, girls, you’ve got to try this! Twilight wasn’t kidding, this is amazing!” She grinned dopily, before her head snapped back towards the group. “As… as a good friend, I… I’ve got to share this with the rest of you!”
“No no darling, I’m quite alright, I assure youuummpphhh!” Rarity groaned, a piece of the burger torn off and shoved into her maw with a simple flick of Starlights magic. Even with Rainbow's superb reflexes, she couldn’t hope to dodge the point-blank assault, and neither could Applejack or even Pinkie. The looks of surprise and shock melted away as easily as a slice of cheese, replaced with a look of euphoria unlike no other. Fluttershy and Spike gave each a panicked look before Starlight mercilessly forced the last pieces down their throats. Within moments, the burger was gone, leaving seven mares and one dragon in a state of bliss.
“Woah… that was totally awesome…” Rainbow breathed, shuddering as she exhaled.
“You mean superduper awesome mega terrific?” Pinkie exclaimed, hopping and bouncing in place, as the rest of the group gave all manner of descriptors for the wondrous morsel they’d just devoured, yet all seeming insufficient to describe such a thing.
Before they could dwell on it any longer, the sound of plastic on wood broke their haze, a mare wearing a purple and blue uniform depositing a tray on the nearby table, piled high with burgers. A knowing smile played across her muzzle, the eight of them looking towards her with a deep hunger in her eyes. “Hey there, couldn’t help but see how interested you all were in our HyperGlut Hayburger. We only just opened shop here in Ponyville a few days ago, and I’m glad to see ponies are already enjoying our excellent food. As a token of gratitude, I thought you’d be interested in a free sample or two…”
Before she could finish, the group dashed over to the table in a mad frenzy. Manners seemingly forgotten; they attacked the proffered stack with gusto. The mare just stood and smiled, watching as another group of hapless creatures were becoming hopeless addicted before her very eyes. “And just like that, we have a customer for life…”
“Nrrrghh… Cmmoooonnn… fit!” Rainbow exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she tugged again on zipper on her jumpsuit, forcing it another few centimetres closed. Sweat beaded across her face as she pulled and pulled, hooves trembling with the effort, pushing past another pocket of fat. Sucking in her gut, she gave one last effort, pushing the zipper closed. Slumping back onto her bed, Rainbow let out a shuddering breath. Wiping the bead of sweat from her forehead, she reached beside herself, picking up the massive cup beside herself, covered in an obnoxious amount of Hungry Horse logos.
Wrapping her lips around the straw, she sucked, rewarded by a thick, creamy milkshake. It’d been a little over a week since she'd experienced the Hungry Horse, and Rainbow couldn’t help but gorge herself on the expansive menu they’d had on offer. Hamburgers with all manner of toppings frequently passed by her lips, alongside mountains of fries, onion rings and all manner of other sides. Her trips to the establishment had grown more frequent by the day, experiencing the cheap, but delicious menu, both with and without her friends, enjoying the foreign feeling of glutting herself silly.
The consequences of such indulgence, however, were more than apparent on her figure. Her sleek, athletic body of the past was obscured by layers of soft, doughy fat. A considerable pot belly pressed out from her middle, a convex mass that hung below her, swaying about whenever she flew or walked. Her flanks were in a similar state, puffing out into a pair of soft globes that jiggled about with each step, her fat limbs following suit as bingo wings had begun to form, swaddling her forelegs. Here and there, excess folds and curves formed across her anatomy, her chest puffing outwards as her body searched for more places to store her excess poundage.
Right now, every single fold, curve and roll was highlighted by her Wonderbolts jumpsuit. The form fitting fabric, designed to make a pony as aerodynamic as possible did little to hide her enormity. The rubbery spandex clung about her body, gripping creases and bulges in her blubber body, the yellow lightning bolts becoming curved as they were forced to stretch across her belly. Designed for her older, thinner body, the stretchiness of the material tested thoroughly with every excess pound of fat that caked her anatomy. Audible groans and creaks could be heard as she adjusted herself, the fabric stretched so much that it was becoming transparent in places.
The feeling of discomfort played across her body and should have been a wakeup call for the damage the week of unchecked gluttony had done to her figure. Indeed, a part of her screamed at how out of shape she’d gotten, about how she’d be lucky if Spitfire and the rest of the team would even want her flying on the field. And yet, a bigger, much louder voice inside reminded her of how delicious the MegaBelly Burgers were and how thick and orgasmicly sweet their shakes were. Taking another suck on the straw, Rainbow groaned in delight as a deluge of syrup thick dairy caressed her taste buds, ignoring the sheer fattening properties of the liquid as she swallowed, refilling her mouth once more.
Leaning over, she picked up the takeout bag, resting it on her lap as she steadily drained the cup, feeling the warm weight of numerous hayburgers sitting inside, like a treasure waiting to be uncovered. A staggering amount of food that the old Rainbow Dash would have balked at, now an increasingly regular takeout she collected at the restaurants fly-thru. Peeling back the rolled paper top, she grinned as five sandwiches sat at the bottom, an enormous container of fries crammed between them as Rainbow took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the exquisite aroma. Grabbing one, she tore through the wrapper, exposing a great mass of deep-fried hay and condiments. The buns were shining with grease, though remained quite fluffy despite how soaked they were. Her belly growled, anticipating another through glutting, despite only eating a few hours ago.
Rainbow Dash was more than happy to oblige, mouth wrapping around the first burger and taking a large bite. Chewing, any thoughts of dissent were extinguished instantly, feeling the euphoric flavours flood her system, buzzing through her nerves as the great need to consume enveloped her brain. Any manners she had were discarded, devolving into sloppy chewing as she ate and ate. Like a machine, she devoured the first hayburger without issue, taking time to cram a hoofful of fries into her mouth, chased down by a gulp of milkshake. Letting the wrapped fall to the floor, she grabbed another one, sinking her teeth in as fast as she could manage, uncaring as sauces splattered around her mouth, with more dripping onto her flight suit.
Systematically, she powered through each and every one, lost in a haze of fervent greed as her stomach struggled to accommodate the hill of deep-fried fat and sugar that grew, her body kicking into overdrive as it began to turn those thousands of calories into more fat. Slowly, imperceptibly, her body grew. The tautness of her middle was obscured further as a new layer of adipose formed around her waist, rolling forwards as gravity tugged on the new flesh. Ringing her sides, love handles became more defined as the roll battened, just as her flanks burgeoned with excess blubber. Forelegs thickened, as a full double chin widened alongside buttery jowls and cheeks.
Cramming the last bite in, alongside a few stray fries, she swallowed it with the dregs of her shake, resting a hoof on the wide swell of her gut. “Mmmmm, now that was a good snack, they know how to make a good meal, BOOUURRPPP!!!!” She belched happily, giving the side of her gut a slap, watching as the organ jiggled, despite its fullness. Glancing to the wall, she looked at the clock, a jolt of realisation flooding through her.
“Aww crap, I’ve got to get going, Scootaloo’s gonna be disappointed if I’m late for the show today.” Getting to her hooves, she let out another belch, her tummy bouncing below her. Brushing the smattering of food from around her mouth, she tried to look at least a little more presentable as she trotted towards the door, failing to notice how her oozing flab had managed to tear through parts of her flight suit.
Angel Bunny flinched, his sensitive ears twitching as the sound of knocking echoed through the room, interrupting the sounds of chewing. “A…angel dear, could you… uurrrppp… answer that please?” Rolling his eyes, the rabbit hopped over to the door, leaping up and grabbing the handle. Standing in the doorway was a mare, dressed in the uniform of the Hungry Horse. The button-up she wore was strained, at least a few sizes too small for her, the gaps between showing off her brown fatty flesh. A name badge sat askew on her lapel, reading ‘Toffee Crumble”. Looking past the tubby pony, Angel caught sight of a large trolley behind her, holding a thermally insulating box over a meter high. The mare looked down, noticing the rabbit standing there, giving her a disapproving look.
“Hey there Angel, I’ve got another order for Fluttershy, is she still in the other room?” Toffee ignored the rabbit's expression, her smile growing wider as Angel gave her a reluctant nod. Unzipping the box with her magic, the delivery pony took out three bags, the paper only barely containing the sheer amount of food crammed inside. Levitating them behind her, she trotted into the living room, smiling as she saw the pegasus had barely moved since the morning, sitting on a sofa as she worked her way through her final burger.
Fluttershy’s quiet, more recluse nature hadn’t stopped her from becoming addicted to the Hungry Horses food, though she did often struggle to brave the loud, bustling and increasingly cramped interior of the restaurant. Deliveries had been perfect for her, and for the past three weeks had been ordering an ever-growing amount of food to her door, all of which were handled by Toffee, allowing her the privilege of watching as the pegasus was lost deeper in the clutches of food. A good portion of the couch was swamped in yellow fat, Fluttershy’s body eagerly turning the deluge of calories into soft, jiggling pounds upon her form.
“Oh… hello Toffee, thank goodness you're here, I was down to my last burger.” Fluttershy spoke, her voice having grown noticeably huskier over the weeks since she’d started her culinary journey. No doubt due to the amount of weight that had built up around her neck and face, a plush neck roll steadily growing outwards that squished into the pegasi’s soft face. Wide, doughy cheeks were pressing into Fluttershy's peripheries, wobbling with every word she spoke. Toffee’s eyes worked their way down, getting a good look at the buttery yellow stomach that pressed forwards. Splitting into two rolls, they piled up before her as they rested upon the pegasi’s wide thighs, beginning to sag down off the edge of the couch.
Doughy bingo wings hung from her forelegs in great misshapen globs as they began to droop down over her cannons. The beginnings of cellulite dimples could be seen upon Fluttershy’s thoroughly obese frame, a smattering of the divots found on the edges of her rolls and hanging pockets of fat. Her butt proved to be another great place to accumulate blubber, as each mound of cushiony corpulence filled most of a couch cushion, a great number of creases ringing each cheek. In just under a month, the once lithe mare had turned into a wallowing fatty, utterly addicted to food, just the sort of pony the HungryHorse was looking to exploit.
“Not to worry Fluttershy, I’ve got your order here… four MegaBelly Burgers, five HyperGlut Hayburgers and seven FlankWidener Specials, along with three extra-large fries and four extra-large Milkshakes.” Toffee listed as she watched Fluttershy practically drooling in anticipation, placing the bags down in reach of the tubby pegasus. Despite the marketing team giving the food such on-the-nose names, it didn’t seem to matter to the populous, gorging themselves on the calorie bombs with abandon.
“Thank you, it smells so good… mmmm…” She trailed off, hooves already working to unwrap the first bag. From her cart, Toffee levitated over three enormous cups, condensation running down their sides in lazy droplets. By the time she looked back at Fluttershy, she was already working away at the mountain of unhealthy delights, her jowls and chin wobbling from every chew. Compared to other ponies Toffee had seen, Fluttershy tended to take things slower and more carefully, working her way through methodically, but relentlessly. Once she started, it was becoming ever more difficult to have her stop, considering how much her stomach capacity had increased.
“Oh, just to let you know, we’re adding a new butter-based shake to the menu, would you be interested in that?” Fluttershy continued to eat, a few muffled ‘hmms’ punctuating her meal every so often, a final noise of confirmation working its way between sloppy chews. Toffee smirked, writing down a few notes on a pad of paper. Ironic, she thought, that the butter yellow pony will soon be drinking pure, liquid butter - mixed in with all manner of other ingredients, specially designed to be addictive and fattening as possible. The sounds of scribbling were almost drowned out by the cacophony Fluttershy produced as she ate. Chewing and slurping mingled with the groaning, blorping sounds of her belly working feverishly to digest the onslaught.
Belches erupted forth between mouthfuls, and deep moans of pleasure when her mouth was stuffed. A low grumble worked its way through her lower belly folds, a burst of flatulence erupting moments later, the force of the fart causing her body to jiggle. Toffee noted Fluttershys laboured breathing, occasionally being heard after chewing and swallowing such enormous bites.
Finishing her first one, Fluttershy mechanically opened the next one, the process of consumption barely interrupted, the pegasus taking a few short breaths, before powering onto the next FlankWidener Special. Chunks of fried hay joined with globs of sauce as they dripped onto her belly, adding to the stains already present. “I’d love to stay and watch you eat Fluttershy, but I’ve got other customers waiting for their meals. I assume you want the same tomorrow morning?”
“Mmmpphhh, Pleashhh Toffhee… uurrrppp! Maybe with another FlankWider pleasshh, and some butter shakes too…” Fluttershy spoke with some difficulty around her food, Toffee nodding, making a final note before leaving Fluttershy to her feast. Trotting through the foyer, Angel continued to give her the stink eye, watching as Toffee went outside, closing the door with a click. The rabbit let out a disappointed sight, listened to his mistress gorging herself into enormity.
In the weeks since the Hungry Horse had opened its doors to Ponyville, great change had been wrought upon the town, predominantly consisting of the average weight of its citizens. Virtually everypony had gotten a taste of the delicious, unhealthy sandwiches in the intervening month, and all bore the hefty consequence of such a decision. Waddling through the streets, mares, and stallions deep in the throes of obesity trotted unsteadily about their day, sweat rolling from their bodies in great, fat rivulets as increasingly neglected leg muscles strained under such a great burden. They struggled to pull themselves free of doorways, great rubber-ring sized love handles or great sagging mounds of butt fat latching onto the frames, wood splintering as they forced their way outside, drawn by the siren call of hunger.
Pegasi were becoming at an ever-increasing risk of becoming grounded, their fat choked wings struggling to carry such cumbersome forms for any meaningful length of time. Earth Ponies and especially Unicorns weren’t fairing much better, even the fittest and strongest among them buckling under the weight of hundreds of pounds of undulating lard. Such was the case for Big Macintosh; the red stallion sat heavily, taking long, laboured breaths, leaning back into the bench he’d managed to sit his frame onto, soft flab squeezing between gaps in the metal frame.
The furniture didn’t much approve of the stallion’s presence, letting loose a metallic squeal of protest as the bench’s legs bent, though Big Mac didn’t seem to care, guzzling a good amount of soda from an enormous bucket sized cup. He moaned as a tangy apple flavour rushed down his throat, utterly oblivious to the number of artificial flavourings and chemicals added to the sugary fluid. He belched deeply, the sheer force of the expulsion causing his enormous belly to slosh about in languid arcs. A deep chasm split the belly into two great rolls, stacked atop one another, oozing forwards in a great tide of doughy crimson blubber.
Behind him, his flanks had been inflated into great pillow sized lumps, their surface pockmarked and lined with numerous cellulite dimples and creases, further deforming his already overstretched and misshapen cutie marks into green blobby smears. Weighing well over 600 pounds, Big Mac was far from the once powerful farmhand he used to be; like the rest of the town, he’d devolved into a useless, slovenly eating machine. Reaching out, he retrieved another burger from the huge bag sitting beside him, fat swaddled limbs struggling to reach past the collar he wore, bulging neck rolls beginning to ooze over the neck hole.
Calling it a hayburger was an insult, as it assumed that the sandwich’s primary ingredient consisted of hay. It was little more than chemicals, grease and a smattering of sauces and toppings, a few straws of hay trapped between seeded buns. Any sane pony would have thrown up in revulsion, but Big Mac revelled in the orgasmic taste. Severe addiction to the chemicals lacing every inch of the food preconditioned him to glut to the fullest, uncaring as he made a slob of himself, gas erupting in deep bassy explosions of sound as he condemned himself further into enormity. ‘Frrrbbtt… ppprrbbtt…prrfff!!” Gas billowed from his rear, groaning contently as he freed up a little more space, happily filling that void with more burger. If he concentrated, he could feel his vast folds of blubber tingle slightly, slow blorping groans emitting, the peculiar sensation of literally feeling himself growing fatter spreading across his every extremity.
Wrapped up in utterly wonderous sensations, he was oblivious to the world around him, far too absorbed to pay much attention to the other ponies that lumbered about around him. Sloshing, undulating creatures that are similarly closed off, blinkered to anything other than eating, which consisted mostly of running out of food and getting hungry. Rarity was one of these ponies. The previous grace and femininity she once proudly displayed seemed nothing more than a fleeting memory. Dainty curves born from a closely followed diet and constant discipline were lost beneath a sea of marshmallowy flab.
Looking like a great white whale, she took unsteady steps, every motion setting off a catastrophic wave of motion through her hundreds of excess pounds. Rarity wheezed and panted, feeling her enormous legs rub together, sweat running down her curves and disappearing into the gaps between her folds like a river flowing into a valley. Her mane and especially her tail were messy and unkempt, a good amount of the hair beginning to get trapped between her vast backside. Each step caused her cellulite ridden bottom to collide together, producing heavy meaty claps as moved.
Far beyond a little ‘winter weight’, Rarity should have been in full panic mode about her scandalous appearance, having trod far beyond the scope of what the old Rarity would have deemed acceptable. Now though, the only thing she panicked about was having anything less than a full stomach. Rounding a corner, she clapped eyes upon the HungryHorse, the intoxicating smell billowing from the eatery in waves, sending a burbling groan to issue from Rarity’s core. Like how the food it produced had invaded ponies' lives, so too had the building begun to invade the space around it. Numerous shops had been subsumed into the restaurants, causing it to sprawl outwards, the space necessary to accommodate the obese populous of the town.
Like every day, the whole restaurant was packed, either with those dining there or getting takeout, a constant stream of blobby equines passing through the automatic doors, Rarity joining them as she waddled inside, into the very heart of the obesity epidemic. A potent cocktail of scents filled her nostrils, her mind full of building anticipation. Just the smell alone seemed powerful enough to make a pony gain weight, such was the cloying, billowing waves of greasy cooking that latched onto Rarity's soul.
The line moved quickly, breaking down into multiple smaller queues that lead towards the cashiers’, hooves dancing over keys on their computers as they punched in each order. Everypony ordered astronomical quantities of food, most opting for two dozen or more, alongside an equally vast number of sides and beverages. What was even more surprising was the speed in which the insane quantity of food was prepared and bagged, not even a minute passing before they trotted away. All this, for very reasonable prices too.
Rarity scanned the overhead menus, passing the time and trying to keep her mind off her gnawing hunger; she knew exactly what she wanted the moment she stepped out of the boutique. Even with her mind already made up, she spotted a few new items had recently been added, taking interest in the Marshmallow Fluff Ice Cream Sundaes, starting at a measly 1 pint and shooting up to a far more reasonable 2.5 gallons. Her already empty middle growled at the prospect of that much sugary, creamy goodness filling her. Distracting her well enough that by the time she refocused Rarity stood before the cashier.
The mare behind the register, like all Hungry Horse employees, wasn't anywhere near as fat as the rest of Ponyville's population. Indeed, obvious bulges and rolls of apple-green fat filled out the overstretched shirt she wore, jiggling with each button she pushed. “Hello there, may I take your order?”
“Of… huff… coarse dear. I take… phew… two dozen MegaBelly Burgers, a dozen BeltBurster Burgers and fourteen Flankwideners please. Wheeze… can I also get half a dozen XXXL fries and three gallons of Chocolate Buttershake thank you dearie.” A big order for sure, but pretty typical by most ponies’ standards. The cashier nodded, punching the order into the till. Money exchanged hooves, Rarity purse left a little lighter, but not substantially so for the sheer quantity of food she just bought.
Quickly, her food was brought out, a large stack of paper food bags piled atop one another, accompanied by a vastly oversized cup. Held aloft in her magic, Rarity waddled through the seating area towards the back. Squeezing her way through, she was surrounded by the results of unchecked gluttony. Uncountable rolls of different coloured fat poured forth from the booth, as enormous bellies and vast butts tried to fit between the seats and table, spilling out in great dimpled, crease crossed folds. Rippling, rumbling waves of flatulence came from all around her, vast bellies struggling to cope with a utterly ludicrous amounts of food being shoved into overtaxed stomachs.
At the other end of the room, Rarity found her goal; an empty seat, facing across from Pinkie Pie. Sitting upon a pile of cushions rather than a booth seat, nothing of Pinkies body was hidden. Pinkie's usual enthusiasm had been turned into one for food, and she’d spent her time doing little more than gorging her way through the Cakes sweets, and the HungryHorses savoury. As a result, she was amongst the fattest in town.
Cellulite dimpled flesh poured from her body in great heaving rolls that overlapped one another as her body sought to accommodate so much excess blubber upon her frame. Her giant tummy pooled before her in a great pile, the edges pitted with cellulite dimples. This matched her misshapen, overblown buttocks, her balloon Cutiemarks now coloured smears. Legs were tree trunk thick columns of lard and hadn’t moved outside of excited twitches in several days. Pinkie Pie was immobile, effectively living inside the restaurant, the workers more than happy to bring her more and more food, fat continuing to pour onto her body like batter into a tin.
Her face was a mess of sauce and food detritus, her front legs struggling to do little more than feed herself, let alone any cleaning. Easing herself into the seat, Rarity watched as her friend gorged and glutted herself, a look of pure happiness on her muzzle as her treble chinned face squished into a burger, moaning, and panting as she joyfully consumed. Beneath the table, white and pink flab pressing against one another as their bellies met, despite the distance between the two, the sensation causing Pinkie to look up, glazed over eyes focusing on her friend and giving her a wide grin, returning to her feast moments later.
Unwrapping the first burger, Rarity let out a happy sigh, any sense of manners dissipating moments later as tore into the juicy Hayburger, euphoria tingling across every bulge of flesh as she ate herself fatter and fatter.
Toffee panted, her horn burning bright with magic as she pulled the cart behind her. Floating upon small levitation pads, the sheer size and weight of the craft and the amount of cargo it contained offset the slight benefits afforded by the pads. The sheer amount of momentum needed to get them to move and stop, let alone control around bends was exceptionally hard and took much of her concentration to not let the cart smash into a lamppost or wall. Her flanks rubbed together and wobbled; the almost complete immunity offered by the counter potion given by the company allowing her to eat the HungryHorses food without becoming hopelessly addicted.
Regardless, all those burgers, fries, soda and shakes had stuck to her frame, giving her a considerable belly that sloshed between her legs. Even with the potion, the food's properties were powerful, and prolonged exposure had surely gotten her to enjoy the grease-soaked calorie bombs. But that didn’t matter to her, considering how inconsequential her own gains were in comparison to the restaurant's clients. The sun dipped towards the horizon, her shift nearly over for the day.
Nearly. She had one last delivery to make, and it was the one she was most looking forward to. Trotting unsteadily up the flight of stairs, Toffee opened the doors to the Castle of Friendship, dragging the cart in behind. As she entered, she was greeted with the same neglect that had plagued the structure for the last year. Boxes and bags of discarded food lay strewn about in vast piles, picked entirely clean. These rubbish piles were packed anywhere, though they became larger the closer they were to some of the rooms.
The route burned into her mind, Toffee navigated her way expertly through the sprawling structure, passing a few other delivery ponies making their way back to the entrance. “Hey Toffee, wondered when you’d show up.” One of them spoke up, a Stallion with a dark purple coat grinned, the motion causing his chubby cheeks to crease.
“Oh, hey Pantry, just got the Princess’s order here. I take it you and Phaeton have dealt with Spike and Starlight’s meals?”
“Sure did Tof, that dragon’s got enough buttershake to practically swim in. The Auto-feeder’s been restocked too.” The candy red mare responded, nodding her head in the rough direction of Spike's room. “Don’t forget, we’ve got the one-year anniversary party after shift.”
“Of course, I remember Phae, it’s not like corporate didn’t go on about it for the last week. Catch you in a while.” Toffee nodded, her co-workers dragging their own carts past, making it a bit of a squeeze as they passed side by side. As the hum of the levitation pads quieted down, Toffee could hear the sounds of pure, unchecked consumption come back. At this point, the sounds produced by ponies gutting themselves on endless amounts of dirt-cheap fast food was entirely familiar, slurping, chewing, belching, gurgles and all manner of other sounds filled the crystalline halls, only somewhat absorbed by the piles of trash.
A little further on, she found her destination. Opening the door, Toffee walked inside, greeted by a mountain of purple that was Princess Twilight Sparkle.
One of the first ponies to fall under the Hungry Horses control, Twilights already considerable fondness for Hayburgers had been blown to full on addiction, her body craving the sandwiches that the restaurant was all too happy to provide her with. With each one that she devoured, her desire for them only grew, complemented by her growing waistline. Like a balloon attached to an air tank, her entire body practically inflated with fat. Day in, day out, fresh wobbling poundage was added daily as more food was ravenously devoured.
Sitting before Toffee, was the effect of years worth of unchecked gluttony upon a mare, and Toffee was very pleased with what she saw. Little remained of Twilights original body shape, so much of it distorted by several tons worth of adipose haphazardly stacked onto her frame. She was a blob of quivering, oozing flesh, a mass of immobile fat that dwarfed the delivery pony by some margin. Twilight had been placed onto a bariatric bed of enormous size, the giant green cushions compressed heavily by its vast occupant. Alone several dozen ponies could have laid on its surface with ample room to spare, big enough even for a Ursa Minor to sit comfortably.
Now though, much of the bed's surface was swamped by immense rolls, oozing across its surface, leaving only a foot's worth of space around the edges. Belly rolls thicker than multiple beds stacked atop one another and billowed out from her middle in what Toffee could only describe as a tsunami of unchecked obesity. A wide crease divided it in two, oozing forwards over the collection of spare tyres that composed the princesses legs. Her hooves were gone, subsumed by the immense bulges of ankle fat that puffed and sagged over the ends of her legs, transforming the limbs into gelatinous cushions. Like a reverse pyramid, the pancake fluffy folds grew wider and wider, Twilights thigh gap utterly obliterated as fat choked legs came together like continental plates, fighting for room as they squeezed together.
Partially obscured by her belly and immense love handles, Toffee almost missed the Princesses butt. Two vast blobby orbs could be seen, each one a sagging, bloated hill of condensed feeding, smears of colour being all that remained of her cutie mark. Forced to stretch a dozen times its size, the creases that spread across the immense bulges of flesh helped to distort the star beyond recognition. Across her body, innumerable cellulite dimples were liberally spread alongside stretch marks, further helping to make the once lithe Princess utterly unrecognisable.
Her front legs had suffered much the same fate as her hind legs. Wider than they were long, hooves subsumed by vast doughnuts of adipose that stuck out of her sides, further being swallowed by the meaty rings that her forelegs had ballooned into. Far too heavy to bend or even wiggle, they were splayed out at her sides, resting upon the great swell of her chest, helping to support the great stack of chins and neck rolls that had grown around her head. From where she stood, Toffee couldn’t see the Princesses head, but she could definitely hear the constant cacophony of consumption, a line of burgers suspended in hazy purple auras of magic drifting over from the dwindling pile in the corner of the room.
All in all, Twilight was a complete blob, deep in the throes of addiction that she’d never be able to break. Waddling towards the bed, Toffee reached out, pressing a hoof on one of Twilights rolls. Soft as unbaked bread, she watched as her hoof sank deeper, all the way to the end of her leg. “Goodness me Twilight, you certainly don’t skip out on meals, do you?” Withdrawing her leg, she traced it along the curve of another fold. “Gosh, even your rolls have their own rolls, you’ve become quite the blubbery princess, haven’t you?” A low moan that Toffee took to be one of agreement came from above. Through meters worth of fat and skin, Twilight could feel the deliverymares touch upon her sensitive stretched skin, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her from every caress, pat or jiggle.
Blorps and gurgles echoed out from her flab packed middle, the sheer quantity of fat muffling the sound heavily, as did the cushions of her bed, absorbing a near barrage of heavy, bassy farts. “Frrppbtt… brrppttt… frrrrrbbbppttt… frrrtt.” A few belches could be heard whenever she paused between hayburgers, adding another texture to the orchestra of obesity Twilight produced.
Lighting her horn, a procession of bags was lifted from the cart. Hundreds upon hundreds of burgers quickly piled up into a pile that dwarfed several ponies. Hundreds of thousands of calories added to the pile as it grew taller and wider, sprawling out across the table. Even with this much food, it would only be enough to hold Twilight over until the morning. Placing the last of the food, a heavy sloshing drum emerged. Floating it up, she replaced the empty container of shake on the feeding hose, a few pitiful dregs dribbling down the sides and dropping onto Twilight’s belly, joining the collection of stains trailing from her blubbery face. Screwing it into place, a steady gurgle of fluid came from overhead, the hose stiffening as thick chocolate buttershake rumbled through the pipe.
“There we go Twilight, plenty of food to feed such a hungry mare like yourself. I took the liberty to add a few treble-fried Hayburgers free of charge. I hope you don’t mind.” Twilight said nothing, burgers already floating from the pile towards the blob of oozing alicorn fat. “Apparently, they’re Princess Celestia’s favourites from what the Canterlot branch is saying; she just can’t get enough of that deep fried lard. You can tell how much she loves them from her figure alone…” Toffee mused, placing a hoof onto Twilights belly, carefully placing her weight as she climbed up the Princess’s side rolls.
Like wading through thick, warm mud, her legs were swallowed up by purple fat, Toffee was finally able to get a look at Twilights head. Looking comically small amongst such a titanic mass of blubber, the alicorns head was wedged between two giant cheeks, each of which were bigger than her head. Merging into thick jowls, pillow thick chins and neck rolls jutted out onto her chest. All of this was splattered in a great morass of stains and sauce, smeared all over her face and chest. Licking her lips, she struggled as she forced another hayburger into her maw, moaning with every bite.
The shake tube hung inches from her face, Twilight occasionally taking a long draw between bites. A smaller, clear tube was placed over her nostrils, feeding her vast body pure oxygen. It was mainly there to help her breathe, but it also helped keep her eating without needing to pause. Trapped in a fleshy prison, Twilight was incapable of doing anything more than eating, breathing and using her magic. Her body doing little more than processing incalculable numbers of calories daily, the intelligent young mare having turned into little more than a pampered fat factory, working to balloon herself larger and larger as the piles of fat swelled ever larger. Despite being a prisoner of her own body, through the mess of bloated rolls, food stains and tubes, Toffee could see the Princess was in ecstasy, happy as could be.
“I’ll see you in the Morning Princess.” Toffee patted Twilights flab, carefully making her way back down. “I expect to see this belly even bigger by tomorrow…” She smiled, making her way to the door. “...after all, the HungryHorse prides itself on our big meals, and our even bigger, fatter customers.”