Midnight Blossom Hearth's Warming Feast

by ShayTheDog

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Bat Pony, Porn, Fetish, Anthro
Length: 5013

Midnight Blossom goes to Manehattan for a very special Hearth's Warming present.

Midnight Blossom goes to Manehattan for a very special Hearth's Warming present for herself. Its a gift only a mare with her eating capacity could enjoy

Contains: fat bat pony, stuffing, feeding, and other qualities one can expect from Midnight Blossom, who is owned by The Wind King,

Published 2023-12-29 13:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-29 13:50:00 UTC

Midnight Blossom's Hearth's Warming Feast

Author's Note

Written for The Wind King as part of a Secret Santa gift exchange. I hope you like it.

Midnight Blossom's Hearth's Warming Feast

Midnight Blossom’s Hearth’s Warming Feast

The chilly streets of Manehattan were filled with ponies going about their day. Some were rushing off to buy last-minute Hearth’s Warming presents for loved ones. Others were going about their workdays, counting down the minutes until the big holiday gave them a day off. Still others were simply walking around the city to see the famous seasonal sights.

The last of which accounted for a great deal of the crowded streets, as massive scores of out- of-towners would always pay a visit to the city to partake in some of their famous Hearth’s Warming traditions. Tons of tourists were making their way to the skating rink in front of Rockhoof Center and seeing Hearth’s Warming Eve-Themed musicals on Bridleway. Of course, while tourists were in town, they were always tempted to stop in at some of the many restaurants and cafes of the city.

While Canterlot had its famous Restaurant Row, Manehattan’s great diversity amongst its inhabitants ensured that there was an incredible variety of cuisines to be found in the city, from all across Equestria and from beyond. During Hearth’s Warming season, many eateries offered special deals to take advantage of the increased tourism and rake in all that extra money. Of course, the employees didn’t love all the extra work they had. At least the extra hours andgenerous tips they got from customers in the Holiday Spirit meant that they’d have some extra money to buy gifts for their loved ones.

However, no waiter or cook in Manehattan could have possibly been prepared from what many of them would experience that day.

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A train pulled into the bustling station of Manehattan, and all of its passengers disembarked as quickly as they could. However, one particular passenger, a gray bat pony with messy indigo-purple mane and ankle-length tail, was not very quick at all. Midnight Blossom was not a bat pony built for speed. Her longtime habits of eating anything and everything she wanted had reduced her movement ability to an almost-waddle.

She was glad the train ride was over. It had been comfortable enough, but she could have done without the hassle. So what if her soft belly fat had spilled over into the seat beside her? Why should she have to pay for an extra ticket? It wasn’t her fault that they hadn’t taken into account that they would have some extra voluptuous passengers on board. If anything, they should be giving her a discount. Having the aisles in these coaches were so narrow it had taken forever to squeeze her massive, doughy belly between the rows of seats. They even caused trouble for her breasts. Seriously, what was with these ponies? Didn’t they know that short bat ponies with extra-large boobs existed, and that having aisles too narrow could cause them to get squished against the sides of the seats? She was experiencing the same discomfort as she once again and had to maneuver her way down that lousy aisle to get off this train.

This was why Middy usually sprung for first class when she traveled. Well, that reason, and the fact that first class trains usually had dining cars. With what she planned to do today, she had figured she would forgo that luxury just this once. She wasn’t going to make that mistake again. Nevertheless, she was happy to have finally reached Manehattan. For it was here that she would find the perfect early Hearth’s Warming Eve present for herself.

Her belly rumbled loudly in anticipation and anger from having been neglected the whole train ride. It was so loud that even in the noisy train station, it caused a lot of ponies to turn their heads.

Middy blushed a little at the attention she received. “What can I say, I’m really hungry,” she said with mock embarrassment.

After exiting the train station, Midnight Blossom set out on to acquire her gift: the opportunity to indulge in as many of Manehattan’s culinary offerings as possible.
******************************************************************************************************** P.J. Colt’s was one of the most popular restaurants in Manehattan. It was one of the few restaurants that was still open from the city’s earliest days. For good reason too. The restaurant’s slogan, “Nopony makes a hayburger like P.J.” certainly wasn’t an unfounded claim. Many tourists always stopped in to be able to say they ate in somewhere so famous, and Hearth’s Warming season was no exception. The overwhelming majority agreed that the hayburgers there were the greatest they ever tasted.

When Midnight Blossom arrived at P.J. Colt’s, it was pretty packed with the lunch rush. Luckily, she still had a few places to sit. She chose a table, because she wasn’t in the mood to struggle to fit her titanic gut into a booth. The hostess struggled to keep her mandatory courteous smile as she drank in the fact that this bat mare was almost four times her own girth. Regardless, Midnight was soon seated, and looking over the menu.

“Have you decided what you would like?” asked the waitress, making a valiant attempt to not react to the fact that her customer’s belly was hanging off the edges of her chair.

“Yes. I would like one of everything on the menu please,” Midnight answered. The unicorn waitress dropped her pen in shock. “Really? A-are you sure?”

Midnight was expecting as much. “Yes, I am sure. I would like one of every item on your menu. That includes sides and drinks. The largest size possible.”

Picking up her pen, eyes still wide, the waitress responded. “Of course, miss,” she said, trying to sound as professional as possible.

Soon the kitchen staff was busy turning out burger after burger. While normal restaurant etiquette required them to only bring items to a table when every item was ready, Midnight Blossom was reasonable enough to allow them to bring them out at their convenience. Other customers stared at her as she glutted like crazy. Every type of hayburger she could imagine was brought out to her: one with Appleloosa-style barbeque sauce and crispy onions, one with brie cheese and arugula, and classic with the best darn hayburger sauce she ever had. One by one she downed the burgers in a few massive bites, savoring the rich flavours, before moving onto the next. She would also eat huge handfuls of fries seasoned with different spice blends. The sweet sodas and milkshakes she was served helped break up the savory flavors and cleanse her palette. By the end of her meal, she had eaten twenty fully loaded hayburgers, eight varieties of fries, ten brands of soda, and twelve flavors of milkshakes.

She patted her belly, noticing that the white fur and her forearms had some sauce stains on it, but not being very concerned about it. She poked a finger into the bulging dome of fat around

her middle. She noticed she could barely feel any mass from all the burgers she had consumed inside of her. P.J’s hayburgers may have been delicious, but a mere twenty of them definitely wasn’t going to satisfy her appetite. Fine by her, that just meant there was more there was still a lot more room in there to fill up.

She was glad she had chosen to wear her loosest sweatshirt and sweatpants. If she had dressed up fancy, her clothes would have been way too tight by now. Now her sweatshirt was only riding up slightly exposing a rim of her gray belly flab to the world.

The waitress, who had wondered if she would ever have to stop running back and forth to Middy’s table, returned and asked, “Would you like anything else?” with a look on her face that screamed please don’t say “yes.”

Midnight simply patted her belly. “No. I think I’m done here. But great burgers. My compliments to the chef.” After paying her bill, Middy got up, which required her to put both hands on the table to get out of her chair. ********************************************************************************************************

Middy was back on the streets of Manehattan, looking for the next stop on her Hearth’s Warming holiday tour. Most would have been stuffed to the brim after eating such a massive burger meal, to Midnight Blossom it was just a tiny appetizer. So she waddled down the sidewalk to reach the next place on her list.

It wasn’t a specific location she was looking for, but it was still a staple food of the city that she couldn’t leave without trying. She soon found what she was looking for: a Manehattan carrot dog cart. Many tourists would agree that it wasn’t a trip to Manehattan wasn’t complete without having a carrot dog from one of the many carts which populated its busy streets. Midnight wanted the authentic Manehattan experience, though to a far greater degree than what most would desire to.

The earth pony vendor’s face brightened upon seeing Midnight approaching his cart. On a chilly winter day, every customer he served was another reminder that he was outside on his hooves all day for a reason. “Good afternoon, Miss. What’ll it be today?”

Midnight waddled up, looked the vendor in the eye and said clearly and politely “I’ll take every single carrot dog you have, fully loaded, please.”

His eyes went wide with surprise. “Every single one?!” “That’s what I said.”

Pondering her statement for a few seconds, the vendor’s face lit up. “Every last carrot dog I have with the works coming up!”

Midnight smiled. Finally, some in the food service industry recognized how wonderful customers with her appetite truly were. She was thankful that the carrot dog guy had set up his cart right next to a concrete bench. She sat down, took a second to get over the chill of her belly fat touching the cold concrete, and happily waited for her order to be filled.

The entire grill was loaded with carrots as the vendor raced to fill the order. Was it strange that this bat pony mare asked for every single carrot dog he had? Well, yeah. But was he happy about it? Tartarus yeah!

His sales were always lower in the winter, as carrot dogs were more of a summer food in many ponies’ minds, so having a customer order every dog he had was a sales boom he could have only dreamed of before today. Not to mention the benefit of selling his entire stock early in the afternoon: he would be able to get out of the cold way earlier.

Soon he was into a rhythm: Throw some carrots on the grill, place them in buns, slather them with ketchup, mustard, relish, onions, and every other topping he had, serve the batch the Midnight, and move onto the next one.

Midnight was happy with the speedy service. While these carrot dogs weren’t gourmet like P.J. Colt’s hayburgers, they were still tasty, and more importantly filling. And there were so many carrot dogs being served at once, she was able to experience the thrill of eating four of them at once over and over.

Of course, being out in public this did attract a lot of attention. Many ponies would stare at the massively obese bat mare on the bench with an enormous pile of carrot dogs beside her. That combined with her shoveling four of them into her mouth at once made them make occasional remakes such as “What a fat pig! She should be eating those out of a trough!” Or “Goddess! How could any mare let herself become so obese?” And then there was her personal favorite “Sweet Celestia! How has she not exploded from eating all of those?”

To which Midnight replied “Simple; I have a gut that won’t quit.” She emphasized her answer by giving her belly some loud pats.

Middy was actually happy she was drawing attention. Let them stare. It didn’t matter to her. She loved eating as much as she wanted, and she loved being fat. Who cared if ponies were noticing? In fact, it was kind of thrilling to show off her gluttonous nature and ample figure in public.

By the time Midnight had finished the last carrot dog, she could feel a much greater difference than she did after her burger binge. Her sweatshirt had ridden up and was now only covering her belly up to her navel. That left a large amount of gray lower belly fat being exposed to the world. Great, thought Middy, now I’m getting somewhere. She could feel her stomach working away at the food she had eaten so far, and was happy because that meant when she reached her next destination, she’d have even more room for something tasty.

“Enjoy the carrot dogs, miss?” asked the vendor. He was grinning like a maniac because he had just broken his daily sales record and had the rest of the day to get a head start on his Hearth’s Warming shopping.

“They were great, thank you so much. But would you do me a favour? I need a little help getting up.”

“Anything for my best customer.”

It took every ounce of strength the vendor had, and Midnight rocking her body back and forth to build up momentum, but eventually she was back on her hooves. Her belly continued to jiggle for a good few seconds afterward, so she held out her arms for balance.

“Thanks again for dogs, buddy happy Hearth’s Warming,” she said waddling down the street towards the next stop on her holiday food tour.

“Anytime. Happy Hearth’s Warming,” replied the vendor, trying not to make it too obvious he was checking out her plump, jiggly butt in those sweatpants, which were looking quite tight and a little too small on her.

********************************************************************************************************** The carrot dogs had been tasty and very filling, but Midnight Blossom was far from finished. She waddled through the crowded Manehattan streets to reach the next stop on her list. All the while, she was breathing quite heavily, making it obvious she wasn’t used to this level of physical activity. Or any level really. Still, she persisted and eventually made it to her destination: a pizzeria called Una Pizza Naponyetana. According to the magazine she had read, this action made the best pizzas in all of Manehattan, and with so many pizzerias there, that was really saying something.

Her order to the waiter was brief, and blunt: “One of each pizza, extra-large please. Ooh, and don’t cut them into slices.”

The pegasus waiter may have said something like “and on my last shift of the season, of course” under his breath, but Middy didn’t take much notice. Similar to the hayburgers from P.J. Colt’s, the pizzas were brought out a few at a time to deal with the immense kitchen traffic Middy’s order created. Middy couldn’t believe the insane number of pizzas Una Pizza Naponyetana had on its menu, especially since she didn’t even read it before asking for one of each. Rather than eat them slice by slice, Middy found it much more satisfying to just lift up a pie and go to town.

There were classic pizza staples like pepperoni and mushroom, less common kinds like alfredo sauce and spinach, and even some more unusual combinations like banana and pineapple with coconut sauce. Midnight really appreciated that last option, as she hated all those pizza snobs who always said that pineapple (her favorite topping) didn’t belong on pizza. Well, now it was being served at the best pizzeria in the city. So there.

There was an even greater variety at Una Pizza Naponyetana than there was at P.J. Colt’s. Soon Middy had eaten twenty-five pizzas, and there were still more coming. Not to mention that they were truly extra-large and packed with toppings. So far this stop on her food tour made her carrot dog binge look like a small snack. That was fine with Middy, as each bite of pizza caused her stomach to expand a little more. Her sweatshirt had already ridden up until it looked more like a crop top, proudly putting her whole belly on display.

Naturally, this caused several of the other patrons to stare at her. Several of them were shocked by the sheer amount of pizzas she was being served, but all of them were in awe of her massive size. She heard multiple foals say something along the lines of “Look mommy. That bat pony over there is the fattest mare I’ve ever seen in my life!” While their parents quickly hushed them, Midnight could tell that they were thinking the exact same thing. She didn’t even mind the

remarks. On the contrary; she was proud to be the fattest mare these ponies ever saw. It just made her want to keep gorging.

She continued to eat pizza after pizza in roughly 10 bites each. While Middy enjoyed the numerous flavors which danced on her tongue, she loved the feeling of having such a full gut just as much. She may have been a foodie, but she was a glutton first and foremost. She loved pigging out, she loved feeling full, and she loved getting fatter as a result of both. This all-out Hearth’s Warming binge fest was the perfect way to celebrate in her eyes.

Sure, she loved the idea of getting to try a bunch of new restaurants, but what did she really want for Hearth’s Warming? To get Full and Fatter! And she was going to make sure her Hearth’s Warming wish came true.

The same irate pegasus waiter came over to Midnight’s table. “Are you ready for the cheque, miss?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Well, your pizzas are so good that I’m tempted to have another round,” Middy teased, causing the waiter's eyes to go red with frustration. “However, there are other eating establishments I want to try in this city, so for now, I am done.”

The put-upon pegasus failed to remain professional as he seethed, “I’ll be back with the bill!” He sounded more like an angry guard dog than a waiter.

He didn’t look any happier when he and one of his co-workers had to help hoist Midnight Blossom out of her chair, as she didn’t have the strength to hoist herself up with all she had eaten weighing her down. After she got back on her hooves, she wobbled a bit trying to find her new center of gravity. Turning around towards the door, she noticed that night had fallen. “Huh, guess I was eating longer than I thought,” mused Middy. As she walked out the door, shesuddenly lurched to a stop. The sides of her belly were wedged against the doorframe. Middy did the only thing she could do: wiggle herself through the tight squeeze. Sure, it made it look like she was twerking in her sweatpants to the patrons of the pizzeria, and jiggling her belly and boobs for the ponies outside, but who cared about a little thing like that now?

She wasn’t ready to stop her Hearth’s Warming binge fest over quite yet. Manehattan was the city that never slept, so surely there would be some places open late. She was in the mood for dessert, and wouldn’t rest until she got some.

Well that wasn’t entirely true. Having to waddle down the sidewalks with more food in her stomach than most ponies would eat in a month was exhausting. At least she had started to digest some of it. She could tell because her belly was looking less taut and more flabby. She felt her sweatshirt clinging more tightly to her bosom than before. Meaning some of the calories had gone to her rack.

Gonna have to eat more to make sure my belly stays bigger, she thought.

Middy made her way towards a public bench, completely out of breath. The combination of exertion and the insulation her blubber provided made her hot and sweaty, despite walking around in the winter with her belly exposed. She flopped down onto the bench, causing the metal legs to groan and bend slightly. Not my fault they used flimsy materials, she thought indignantly.

But as she sat there regaining her energy, Midnight picked up an incredible smell. She looked to her right and noticed a sign she had been too exhausted to notice before. It read, in fancy font, Cream Puff’s Bakery. But the smell Midnight was picking up wasn’t the namesake pastry of the shop. It was enough to get her off the bench once she got a trio of passing stallions to pull her back onto her hooves.

The bakery was on the street corner, and she noticed a sign hanging in the window that read “Have A Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve With Our Very Merry Mixed Fruit Pies.”

Midnight Blossom’s eyes went wide with excitement. As a bat pony, she loved fruit, but she always loved fruit desserts even more than having it plain. She saw that she had arrived just in time, as the bakery was going to close in fifteen minutes. As a customer walked out the door, Midnight realized she couldn’t waste this opportunity. She opened the door and walked right in.

Or she would have, if she wasn’t so freaking fat that she got stuck in the doorway. Middy sighed. She was stuck even tighter than she was at the pizzeria, since the door was narrow, and the time she had digested had made her belly wider. Worse still, her arms were pinned to her sides, so she couldn’t just wiggle herself inside, either.

Luckily, an earth pony stallion her own age heard the door open and walked over to her. “C-Can I help you m-miss?”

“Why yes you can,” said Midnight wryly. “You can help me squeeze this massive belly of mine through the door and give me all the fruit pies you have in this entire store.”

“C-certainly miss.”

The light-brown stallion with a dark brown mane and tail set to work nimbly grabbing at Midnight’s belly chub to pull her inside the building. As he did, the bat pony noticed that his face was as red as cherry, and he was clearly trying to keep from looking too happy at the chance to fondle her flab.

A fat lover, huh, thought Midnight. A devious grin grew on her face which the bakery employee didn’t notice due to his preoccupation with her tum.

After the employee had managed to get Midnight into the store, she gave him a sultry look. “Thank you so much for helping me get in here”. It was lucky for me that a stallion with his soft but strong hands was on the graveyard shift.

Grinning like a fool, the stallion puffed out his chest a bit. “Oh it was nothing. I’m the lucky one, usually I don’t get to see such lovely mares on my evening shifts. Oh, I’m Chocolate Glaze by the way. Friends just call me Glaze.”

Midnight twirled some strands of her manner in false timidness. “ Well, Glaze, I’m Midnight Blossom. Thank you for calling me lovely, that’s such a kind thing to say. I suppose I am lovely, if you love mares with big bellies.”

Glaze suddenly looked tense. “I-uh, well, I do.”

Midnight faked a giggle. Playing herself up as sweet and cutesy was always helpful when trying to get what she wanted from shy ponies. “Well, in that case, I have a little proposition for you: You let me have all the pastries I want, and you can play with my big belly all you want.”

Glaze’s eyes went wide, staring at Midnight’s plump, doughy belly which hung down to her knees at this point. “Deal!” he exclaimed, looking like he had just won the lottery. With that, he closed the shop a few minutes early and got ready to take advantage of a lucky break (in his mind anyway.)

Midnight sat on the floor in the backroom where all the actual baking was done, for no other reason than so as to not draw suspicion from outsiders seeing what was going on in the bakery. “Remember, I love my fruit!” she cried, excited that the fat loving stallion was wrapped around her white, chubby finger.

“Fruit! Got it!”

Soon Midnight was being brought trays of that day’s fruity baked goods. Apple strudels, strawberry tarts, raspberry danishes, they were brought by the dozen. There were also plenty of those mixed fruit pies that were advertised in the store window, which she was looking forward to the most. “Would you like to feed them to me?” she asked, batting her eyelashes, “It’s so much fun.”

Glaze babbled some incoherent nonsense, then started feeding Midnight pastry after pastry. He was glad that there was an unusually small number of customers today, it left him with plenty of offerings for this batty fatty.

As the night wore on, Middy settled into her natural habits-eating and being lazy. She had Glaze keep feeding her by hand, making her feel wonderfully spoiled. She also had him remove her overburdened sweatshirt and sweatpants, leaving her sitting on the floor in just her thin bra and panties. Not that you could see her panties over the bottom of her belly anyway. She had continued to digest her previous meals and the pastries she was fed. Her hips and butt had filled out a bit, and her breasts had gone from party balloons to beach balls on her chest. Her belly was still her defining feature; a huge sphere of chub tha granted her boobs support, and even on the floor, was now extending to her knees . It was the perfect combination of being taut and jiggly-it felt amazing to to feel so full but still have a wobbly belly.

She loved feeling so huge and plump, her Hearth’s Warming wish had come true.

Or, at least she thought it had, until she noticed something. In a large, cylindrical metal structure, she saw a label: Pie Filling.

“Is that the mixture that goes in the Hearth’s Warming pies?” she inquired.

“Yeah, we make it in huge batches every week during the holiday season. That’s set to last us the next seven days.”

“I want to eat it. All of it.”

Glaze’s jaw dropped in shock. “But, that’s set to last us, all week!”

Midnight was too focused on the fruity, sugary goodness to maintain her cutesy attitude. “No filling, no belly time.”

The thought of playing with that big belly was too much for Glaze to resist. He could always play for the filling out of his savings, right? Or just be fired and find a new job. Who cared? Belly time was all that mattered right now.

There was a hose with a nozzle on the vat that was used to fill the pie crusts. Luckily for Glaze, it was long enough to reach Midnight’s mouth. Setting it there, Glaze turned it on, as Midnight’ fat-packed arms and general lethargy made it impossible to do it herself.

Instantly, Middy experienced euphoria. All that sweet goddess filled her mouth and all she had to do was swallow. She was free to just lie back and enjoy. She could feel her belly filling up with the thick, fruity liquid. The fact that it was loaded with sugar and calories made it even more exciting for her.

Meanwhile, Glaze just watched in a transfixed state. He could see Midnight blowing up like a water balloon. Hose feeding, who knew? If by some miracle he got to keep his job, he should invite more mares back here.

Middy just kept savoring the filling and lazily eating. Her goal had been to come to Manehattan to try some wonderful foods. But she never imagined she would strike it so rich. Now she was certain her Hearth’s Warming Wish had come true.

But eventually, the vat was empty. Glaze removed the hose from her mouth, and she immediately started wheezing heavily. She had eaten such a ridiculously huge amount of pie filling that it was actually making it hard for her to breathe. When Glaze asked if he could start playing with her belly, all she could manage to say was “Knock... huff... your... huff... self... gasp...out wheeze.” Still she didn’t care. She wouldn’t have traded the chance to stuff herself with so much pie filling for anything in the world. If anything, the wheezing was just a sign that she was officially stuffed. It meant she had accomplished the goal she had set out to Manehattan to accomplish: to be able to eat to her heart’s content.

The fact that she had actually managed to satisfy her appetite and grow this large made Middy very happy. She couldn’t get a good look at herself, but she knew what to expect. She could feel that her rear, while still her smallest feature, was now wide enough to fill an entire row of seats on that blasted train, and spill out into the aisle, too. Each of her breasts had grown to the size of a yoga ball. Her boobs made her bra look like a string bikini top, barely keeping her decent. As for her belly, it was a mountainous mass of blubber, covering almost the entirety of her legs. Her navel looked deep enough for the average pony to stick their whole fist into. It was the perfect blend of jiggly and round, too. The big, gray dome of fat looked perfect in her eyes. It made her look stuffed, obese, and lazy-her natural aesthetic that drove stallions, like the one who was relishing every second he got to fondle it, wild.

Midnight doubted she’d be walking anywhere anytime soon, but that wasn’t really a concern to her right now. This truly was the best Hearth’s Warming gift she had ever gotten, even if she had gotten it for herself.