Sating A Hog

"Huff... huff... Tri... xie... huff... I... can't..."

Twilight took labored pants in between each word. Having only waddled towards the booth, she was now panting as if it had been much further than that.

Trixie then planted a hoof deep in the distended side of Twilight's belly, making it gurgle and slosh as Twilight let out an exhausted moan. "I'm very sorry Twilight, but Trixie told you the rules. I will not help you until you have eaten your weight, and there's no place better for that than the brand new buffet in Ponyville!"

Her hoof teasingly pushed further into Twilight's fat, the aching mass of her gut grumbling in response. She was no doubt a perfect product of Trixie's time with her, having ballooned up to six hundred pounds of soft, rolling fat over the past few weeks. Her massive, purple belly eventually led down into two pairs of fattened legs that would put an elephant to shame, and her large, flabby backside could weigh more than several ponies combined.

"You shouldn't have challenged the Great and Powerful Trixie in a magic duel! For all of your studies, I still out classed you with a trick so devious, so impossible to counter. And now you must uphold your end of the bargain. Now sit!"

Trixie gently smacked one of the many folds that made Twilight's enormous flank, one that had gotten so wide and tall that it even towered over her own head behind her, forming two mountainous heaps of blubber that were big enough to take up two seats for each cheek. Twilight didn't even respond, the extra jiggles of fat on her face making it difficult to discern that she was pouting.

Upon being told to sit, Twilight took a good look at the booth in front of her. The seats were designed for larger ponies, but even so it would be a very tight squeeze for the now six hundred pound mare. Meanwhile, the table itself was suspiciously wide, enough to fit a large cake, but too long to be used for a typical table, as it extended further than the booth on both ends.

PLAP!

Twilight's entire backwide wobbled as a thick ripple was sent forth from a smack, causing the back wall of her hindquarters to actually vibrate and ripple with her, making the motion continue even after it should have subsided.

"Come on Twilight, I'm giving you a head start."

Twilight gulped as her friend continued to push her massive rump into the booth, and eventually managed to wedge her hips between the cushion of the seats.

To Trixie, the sight was mesmerizing. Twilight was beyond the weight of five ponies at this point, all formed in blubber. In fact, it was becoming increasingly harder to even tell that she was a mare, the sheer enormity of her hips and rump becoming the largest parts on her, and the roundness of her belly spilling out of her sides and completely enveloping her own torso.

Eventually, she had finally managed to shove her entire belly into the booth. From where she was standing, it looked as if the cushions had completely given up supporting Twilight's bulk given how quickly they had disappeared. The seat creaked, and Twilight's belly sunk further down into the cushion beneath her, forming a crater where the center of the seat once was.

The mare wasn't even halfway done though. She still had to fold in her vast flank, what was without a doubt the fattest portion of her body.

"You'll probably take a while to wedge in. Don't worry, I'll be back, Twilight~"

With that, the blue Unicorn trotted off, leaving Twilight struggling to fit herself into the booth. With how tightly packed she was already, and how much space she had left on her hindquarters, Twilight was feeling rather confident.

She reached back and tried to grope her gargantuan cheeks, but doing so only made her realize how far behind she was. Though her rump had fattened to the point where she couldn't see a majority of her flank, or even her own cutie mark, her hooves were unable to even sink a hoof's length into her flab. She just couldn't reach the edges of her rump, the mass being so monumental that she couldn't even find purchase. And the act of trying sent more and more ripples up her back, causing her to wiggle and squirm as more and more blubber shook about.

Eventually, after spending a considerable amount of time struggling to fill the back of her booth, Twilight managed to shove enough mass into it. To a casual observer, it may have even seemed as if the entire seat's wall was melting into itself, given how much sheer space Twilight had already taken up in the booth.

Her seat, much like her belly, formed a crater as the fat around her backside sank into the seat itself, the sheer width of her hindquarters encompassing nearly the entire cushion.

Twilight had thought she was done, but no sooner had she begun to adjust to the tight space was her backside suddenly forced upwards, and a torrent of flesh poured forth from the seat itself. It was not easy to comprehend what happened, at least not from afar, but one moment there was a large purple pony struggling to fit into the booth, and the next most of the table was covered by a massive layer of purple. A gurgling, churning sound rumbled from the sea of blubber as Twilight's gut gurgled, the mare's stomach still begging her for more.

"Mmm..."

Just feeling how cramped she felt within the booth, how all of her curves had to twist and conform in order to just barely fit in the seats, made her stomach grumble all the louder. The grumble was deepened, a lower pitch than all the ones it had always made before, and a slow, wet, bubbling noise played in the background, as if her belly were a simmering kettle.

Trixie walked back to the booth to see Twilight looking more stuffed than ever. Her belly was certainly the largest portion, though her cheeks still spread out the seats around her.

"Is Twilight still hungry? I wasn't expecting the booth to even hold your bulk."

The first thing Twilight sensed was the sense of delicious greasy foods, looking over to see that Trixie had brought two carts full of the most greasy and fattening food she had ever seen. The first of which had a tray full of the juiciest looking burgers imaginable. All of which were stacked up to the top of the buns, the top most bun having a stack nearly twice the height of the tower itself. The burgers themselves were glistening with grease, each and every one looking juicer and oilier than the last. Each burger was as wide as it was tall, and the grease was piled high on top, forming a waterfall that ran down the side of the stack and onto the tray, as if the entire thing had been doused in oil.

And that was only for one plate on the first cart. Every other burger was the exact same size, stacked up at least eight high, and stacked nearly a foot tall.

On the other cart next to the burgers was an entire platter of piping hot french fries, fried to perfection and steaming up the surface of the tray they were resting on. But again, the amount of food on this one platter alone was more than enough to make a grown stallion bloat. It was literally enough food to feed ten ponies. But of course, that wasn't enough. Along with the burgers was also an entire bowl of fried chicken. It was in a similar style, with every chicken leg fried to the point where the crispy skin and coating was literally hanging off the legs themselves.

The raw smells entering Twilight's chubby snout were enough to drive her insane with hunger.

"Is all of that... for..."

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPLLL!

Her belly gurgled as if in agreement, her mouth already salivating with anticipation.

"Twilight is indeed starving!" Trixie exclaimed, grinning as she hoisted the trays off of their respective carts, levitating them into the air and bringing them closer.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie has scoured the buffet and found the most fattening items they have, just for you! I want you to enjoy it, for both of us..."

Twilight's stomach growled again as Trixie placed the trays down on the table, the massive mare's belly pushing against the table with its mass as if she were the table's own, forcing it to curve as drool seeped from the pudgy purple muzzle.

"Of course, the deal is that Twilight must finish her own weight, and nothing less. Unless-"

She was immediately interrupted by the sound of Twilight's hoof smacking against a gigantic quintuple-stacked burger. Her pudgy jaws eagerly opened to take a gigantic first bite of the greasy, calorie packed burger, letting the mixture of grease and juice smear itself across her cheeks and lips, which had by this point fattened to the point where she had developed a bulbous third chin beyond her second.

In mere seconds, the burger was already half-eaten, a heaping pile of beef and bread sliding its way down her gullet, landing in her belly with a large, meaty plop, before her jaws widened and bit in further, gulping down more and more. The entire thing had already been decimated, as if the fat purple pony was a monster with an unending stomach.

Before her first burger had even come to a rest, Twilight's greedy hoof had already grasped a new burger, staining her fetlock in the grease that was collecting at the bottom of the tower.

Meanwhile, Trixie's eyes were watching her friend devour the second burger, and soon began to levitate the french fries towards her mouth, feeding her so that she didn't have to break her rhythm. She refused to hesitate once her eyes made contact with the bowl of greasy fries, quickly sticking a hoof in and pulling out a handful of fried potatoes to shove into her face, smothering her in the grease that covered it, and munching loudly with the most obscene sucking noise her fat lips could muster.

Her pace was incredibly efficient, as if she had been born for the sole purpose of devouring these piles of burgers and fries. It was a spectacle to behold, and Trixie was so amazed by her efficiency that she had subconsciously begun to levitate the plate of fried chicken above Twilight's head, waiting for the moment when she had swallowed the last of the fries in her mouth before shoving the greasy plate into her open mouth, which eagerly began to chew the delicious golden drumsticks.

Between the constant eating, and the grunting and smacking of her fat lips as she chewed her way through the meal, Twilight's belly was visibly getting bigger. Each burger slid down her gullet to the tune of a soft gurgle and burp, and her belly churned with a low rumble. Each drumstick she tore through seemed to have an aura of grease surrounding it, a clear indication of the sheer amount of calories contained in the fatty foods.

Trixie made sure to levitate several gallons of milkshakes and soda's from the buffet to accompany the meal, pouring the bottles straight into her mouth for her as she munched, gurgled, and chomped her way through the meal, greedily swallowing anything that came in range.

By the time she had polished off the platter of chicken and several pitchers of creamy, cold milkshakes, the entirety of the buffet could hear the tremendous stomach of the fat pony, the grumbling, groaning, gurgling stomach shaking the table and the nearby booths, a thunderous noise that shook the ground and was louder than even the burliest stallion, rumbling and groaning with a fervor, demanding its next meal.

At this point, there wasn't even room in Twilight's cheeks for the burger she held in her hoof, being so greedy that she had already lifted the next with a gigantic burger still in her bulbous maw, an extra hoof holding the food at the right angle and pulling it apart. She hadn't even bothered to finish the burger before her hooves had reached for more.

"That's a very good mare. You're not even close to getting full, are you?"

As her stomach expanded, the mound of fat that was Twilight's belly gradually took more and more space, causing the massive mare's flank to also spill out and take up more space in the booth. But that wasn't even the worst of it, as her belly took up space on the table, she was forced to lay further back, her upper back and hindquarters supported by the wall of her booth, the rest of her falling over the side of her and filling her booth completely.

She was oblivious to the fact though. Twilight was so focused on chewing that she didn't even notice her entire body shifting and taking up more space in the booth, her attention entirely devoted to the food in her mouth and the next several burgers being shoved into in as soon as possible.

BUAAARP!

"Ugh... hic!"

A disgusting belch, followed by a much smaller hiccup, bellowed forth from Twilight's stomach, a belch that echoed throughout the entire restaurant and drowned out every sound and conversation in its path, a deep and grumbly belch that shook the entire booth and everything around it. The food already had its own sounds and vibrations, a slow, steady rumble as a low gurgling came forth, echoing the sound of a waterfall as the sound was deafened by the sheer enormity of the gut, making the source impossible to ascertain.

It was a symphony, a glorious tune. Trixie was captivated by the sheer volume, the endless amounts of food Twilight was eating, and the sheer magnitude of her growth. Each burger on its own was probably enough to give a normal pony a considerable food baby, yet she was scarfing them down like there was no tomorrow.

There was a frenzy in Twilight's eyes, the absolute desire to consume all that was in front of her. And there was still so incredibly much. Trays of dripping, greasy burgers, bowls of fries, and trays of chicken wings stacked high and deep. Each bit of food she consumed seemed to grow her even more, each and every bite seeming to form a roll of fat and push her further than she thought possible, and each and every swallow sent her belly growling further, pleading for the next mouthful.

Eventually, she had gained another hundred pounds in merely an hour of nonstop chowing. Yet, her gluttony didn't stop her. The purple mare was in a frenzy, devouring each and every bit of food on the tables in front of her. Not a crumb was spared, not a single drop. Even the dribble from hastily gulping down the fifth milkshake was licked up, greedily cleaned up by her tongue and swallowed, causing her belly to churn as it accepted even more into its deep void.

"Mmmmph, sho... URRRP, good.... more..."

Twilight's gut gurgled and rumbled as her brain contemplated her words, a steady stream of drool running down her fat cheeks. Before this whole binge began, maybe the equivalent amount of food that was spread throughout the booths would be enough for her and Trixie with help from a spell or two to stuff her to the brim, at least, that's what Trixie had thought. Now she had eaten almost fifty times more, without tiring out in the slightest bit, much less slowing down. It almost baffled Trixie how even she was able to power through what surely would have sent her unconscious months ago.

Was this glutton always hidden in her? A primal passion not just to eat, but consume all she desired? Had it been pent up? Or had the sudden weight and subsequent enlargement made her so blubbery and oversized she simply needs that much nourishment.

As for now all she needed to focus was guiding any solid food items over from the platter it sat on and guiding those long, sticky tendrils along the back walls of her bloated throat till eventually enough friction built as gravity allowed the rest to slide further downward, followed by a long series of gulps then either letting out a loud, drawn out and wet belching, usually sounding almost bassy over the constant rumbles of her already bloated, now slowly swelling body.

But the question of how much she was nearing her capacity was answered by a roar bellowing from her stomach as another batch of food vanished to never return. The sounds of lip smacking and gulping and chewing and all that had been mostly constant thus far was seemingly pushed out, the mares' appetite so much stronger then her own physiology now. She could nearly pass for some sort of beast of pure, relentless hunger.

But no, this was the very same pony that had lost to Trixie a month ago.

URRRRP!

And now, she was belching crumbs over the table, coating the dozens of patties stacked together, the salty tang mixing with the delicious greasy bite that stuck itself to her maws like caramel and vanilla on the tongue, sticky and moist with flavor. She grabbed two burgers and attempted to levitate a third one to her maw, already so stained with juice and burger patty that her once purple, proud mouth was now a mix of several darker shades, patches of streaks marking where the cheese or sauce or condiment had slipped down into the cranny between her body and jaws.

As if she wasn't already gluttonous enough, she tried to shove all three into her jaw simultaneously, managing it however, barely. Like the giant funnel Trixie had dreamed of creating, anything tossed directly would now effortlessly pass through it until reaching the stomach's end, an inescapable place for anything dumped. The chewing sounds she made were more like tearing through a steak, rather than something between the lips with a dozen layers.

Yet her cheeks only seemed to bounce and wiggle as more and more pressure and expansion went around her sides like an elephant. Her neck was the first indicator, bulging and bloating and no doubt the same process that was occurring all along her face with the fact, now her neck had become swollen so full of gristle and fat and foodstuff her chins now started to roll along, colliding together and forming a fourth layer.

Trixie licked her lips at the sight. Such a disgusting, fat glutton, one she wanted to pamper and feed in an infinite cycle of calories down her gurgling belly. She used her magic to levitate another milkshake, this one larger than a full pint, to Twilight's mouth, and the slurping noises indicated she took the opportunity.

"Mmmmph -gulp-, mmmm -slurp-..."

The thick, hearty gulps and sips she was taking only served to emphasize her increasingly obese and disheveled appearance. She was more hog than pony; her mouth, despite the globs and stripes that hung out of it, was a vacuum no doubt capable of sucking in more food. This milkshake alone probably had more calories than the average pony could eat in an entire day. Then there was her eyes, their stare fixated entirely on the food. Unlike other hogs, however, their intent wasn't for a full belly and the satisfaction of gorging itself. These hungry, yet satisfied gaze implied they were the types to never, ever get full.

Trixie couldn't help but sink her hooves in, gripping those pillows for all they were worth, kneading into them as a perverted smile crossing her lips, not unlike the fanged grin Twilight sported in between bites.

The kind that ate and ate until not a single morsel was left. And no matter how far her limit reached, their endless depths suggested more would make a nice snack.

More minutes passed of the grueling feast, and the remaining burgers were utterly devoured, several more trays and bowls falling as the table groaned as more and more was consumed. But she still kept on going, the remaining trays and shakes still getting chugged, the belly of a mythical animal underneath her filling slowly yet steadily.

Trixie instinctively tried to levitate more food, but nothing came from the effort. She looked over and saw two empty carts, both had carried dozens of heavy plates, all filled and heaped with calories upon calories that would normally have been wasted before the rotund pig. But now, they were empty. She had completely stocked each cart with as many burgers as she could before the buffet was all finished.

And the thought made her grin lavishly.

There were only around a dozen burgers left at this point. Trixie could swear that the gluttony Twilight demonstrated seemed much greater than when she had started eating, with the way she ate and chewed with such intense gluttony and the way her maw drooped to masticate and wolf each piece down made Trixie shudder at the sheer hunger.

And the results were already showing. Trixie slowly backed off as she saw the expanding fat bulk that Twilight was becoming. More and more of her spilled down the booth to her hindlegs, more of her belly pushing the table away, sending the cutlery clattering to the ground as she focused on swallowing the two half-chewed burgers wedged in her teeth.

And her flank, the fattest part of her before she had started eating, had grown to such a size that she couldn't tell whether the booths around her had more space, or the masses of fat and meat that had dwarfed the once plain seat now wobbling as a mess of purple flesh.

Trixie could even see Twilight's cutie mark stretch to accommodate the mass. It had bloated to such a scale that it was stretching alongside the rolls of her thighs and flanks until it grew large enough to become bigger than an entire pony, if not two, or three...

GGRRLLL!

And it seemed all those burgers had taken a toll, as Twilight's throat lurched. Before even her body could protest, Twilight shoved two burgers into her gullet with incredible ease. She knew the only way forward was going faster, and if she swallowed each meal entirely instead of separating it for chewing then her piece of greasy food would come faster.

The expanding width of each ass cheek, no, her entire flank, was taking more and more space, dwarfing the booth structure and even growing taller than the very top it was squished on, its volume shaking the booth walls around as she stuffed herself ever further.

Her waist was completely filled, so bloated out of recognition that if anyone, if the tables and booths weren't as bolted to the floor as they were, Twilight would just fall over, smothering someone beneath the miles and miles of belly.

On top of it all, her face wasn't spared from her gluttony. Each cheek had bloated to such a size that, though still retaining much of the same shape, were large and bulging like a pillow's sides. Though the lips themselves were inflated so much no normal pony would ever do what she was, Twilight was already stuffing the final burgers into her mouth, before she began chugging the remainder of her sodas and milkshakes.

Gulp... gulp.. gulp...

So incredibly full were those gulps that Trixie couldn't help but move her ears closer, taking in the sound of each gulp carrying hundreds of calories from one of the thickest milkshakes imaginable. And this was probably her eight or ninth at this point, Twilight finishing it in seconds in such a casual fashion. She expected nothing less from this glutton of gluttons, already eyeing the next burger she can stuff her face with.

Within the span of an hour, her entire body had bloated so big that her enormous rear was the only support she could receive besides the booth, the backrests of the chair had long ago disappeared and Trixie doubted the metal frame was still intact with how much mass the purple glutton had absorbed in addition to her body, the same that her rump was squished on. Her gut, that mighty mountain of blubber, had gone further than any could hope for a pony, a feat Trixie, frankly, could never consider to be possible, especially when it had more rolls than she had counted earlier.

BUAUUUUUUUUUUARP!

Another wet belch shot out her throat, leaving a lingering, oozy presence as if the food had flown down her throat and landed in her stomach a minute too soon, despite having consumed an entire week's worth of food in an hour.

The table was finally cleared. What remained were so any empty plates it looked like the meals were still being served at the table, each dish dry, glistening under the light of the lamp as the rest of their surfaces remained coated with various remnants of leftover juice and cream, their essence of nutrients that would be sent down into her greedy gullet and devoured instantly. The gigantic pints and cups and cartons of sodas and drinks laid limp and still. Some of its insides flowed freely, slipping along and dribbling, but its majority were long gone, stuck in the gluttonous womb of a stomach inside of her.

"Uuuuuuughh... Hurrpppp... I-I... aaah... did it... Mmm, I'm gonna..."

Twilight was leaning back against the wall her booth once was connected to, but it had gone horizontal with her bloated rear sitting upon it, and her mass of flesh simply made it vanish, pressing on the metal with the tremendous amount of force, preventing the foundation to so much as make the wall practically cave. She had bloated to twice her size, if not more. She was now much more than a ton of wobbling, greasy blubber.

URP!

HRRP!

Brrrrp!

Hhurk!

The burps that came out of the mare were still wet, oily belches, showing evidence of the fatty and rich food she had digested, had greedily downed. They were nonstop, one right after the other in the minutes of silent slumber Twilight would later gain from the buffet's kitchen, her eyelids flickering shut as her breathing sounded more like wheezing, with each breath made only by her large body expanding and constricting around the air she sucked in, forcing the gusts to blow the stench of her belly out, adding it into the odiferous odor that still smelled strongly like fried foods and calorie laden meats.

Her body was lax, her own weight keeping the blubbery pig in place as Trixie approached, patting her supple flesh and nuzzling against the warm body. She felt a slight shake and BLAARRRRP that made her jiggle along the enormous mass of fat that was Twilight and giggled.

"Does my Twilight want more?"