“Octavia, I really don’t...get this plan. I mean, how was starving me all day yesterday, and making me fat going to help my musical career?” Vinyl questioned, sitting on a chair in front of a large table, Octavia walking to and fro the kitchen, hands either loaded up with a platter or a plate that was covered, or empty and on the return trip to the kitchen. She’d even set out a large pitcher of milk by this point. All in all, Vinyl was staring a feast right in the face, and after being forced into a fast of the bare minimum of food yesterday, her rumbling stomach was eager for it.
“Simple, Vinyl. I read up on it, and I’ve found that the best way for a pony to pack on those wanted pounds, is to starve themselves the day before a nice, big binge. So, Show Time and I worked out a schedule. Tuesdays will be your binge days, while the rest of the week we can focus on marketing and rebranding you! That’s the second part of the big plan. Not only are you going to pack on the pounds, but you’re going to become a whole new mare! That little hellion might have moved onto the fillies and tweens, but we’re pursuing a market that has not a single lick of representation in the media business! The big mares!” Octavia explained, seemingly quite chipper about it, setting down another platter. Vinyl stared in front of herself, mouth pressed into a line. “It’ll be like the beauties of old!” Octavia added, giving Vinyl a few pats atop her head.
The alabaster mare gave a small huff, looking over the variety of platters in front of herself, curiosity nagging at her. What in the world was Octavia preparing inside of that kitchen? For that matter, when did she learn to cook, and in such a volume! She leaned back in her chair, turning to fix her gaze on the cellist, dressed in slacks and blouse and an apron, a sharp contrast to Vinyl’s sweatpants and baggy tank top. Vinyl usually didn’t dress down to such a degree, but Octavia had insisted. Finally, her curiosity became too much, and Vinyl popped the question.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to, you know, just order a pizza and some buckets of chicken? Besides that, I know we’re doing this for my musical career and all, but...um...what about our...ya know…” Vinyl blushed, poking two fingers together, Octavia having to stop and stare at Vinyl for a few moments, her mind connecting the dots, before the mare suddenly released a proper laugh, standing there and giggling for a solid minute, before walking over and getting on her knees next to Vinyl’s chair.
“Vivi, I promise you, we could get you to the size of a house-” a brief look of panic went across Vinyl’s face, which prompted a snicker from Octavia “Not that we’re going to...But, even if you did get that big, I wouldn’t even begin to care or think negatively of you for it. I love you for you...and you know what they say, more cushion for the pushing and all that poppy cock.” Octavia winked, before leaning in and kissing Vinyl on the nose. The DJ smiled softly, the other mare getting to her hooves, before suddenly flicking her right in the horn, making Vinyl yelp out. “And no beloved of mine is going to get fat off of grease and empty calories! Advancements in magic and medical might have removed the big dangers of getting fat, but that doesn’t mean we can get cocky! We’re doing this the right way! Voila!”
Octavia lifted off one of the coverings with a flourish, an explosion of steam washing over the table and wafting over towards the DJ. Vinyl took a single sniff, before she felt her mouth begin to water. It was spaghetti, done up with butter and Vinyl’s favorite sauce. The mare salivated slightly, while her stomach released another rumble. It remembered the pain and suffering it had been put through yesterday, and it demanded satisfaction for such a transgression! Octavia slid the plate to rest in front of Vinyl, before placing a fork in her hand, and moving to rest her hands on the shoulders of the other mare.
“Dig in, Scratchy.”
Vinyl needed no more urging on, driving her fork into the plate of pasta with eager gusto, giving it a spin to collect a portion of the precious noodles, before lifting the fork into the air. Octavia leaned over Vinyl to blow on the steaming hot pasta, the pair of them sharing a brief snicker, before Vinyl helped the fork finish it’s mission right into her awaiting maw. Vinyl’s mouth clamped down around the fork, and the taste honestly surprised her. It tasted truly delicious, at least by Vinyl’s standards! The noodles, the butter, the sauce! She slurped up the few stragglers with glee, before setting her fork back to work, Octavia assisting in the ritual, while her free hand had a napkin at the ready for whenever Vinyl’s face got too bad.
Nothing so good or zesty lasts forever, and soon the fork clinked against the plate, Vinyl leaning back and letting out a breath of satisfaction. After not eating for a day, that was the best pasta that Vinyl had had in her life. In fact, Vinyl seemed quite content, that is, before Octavia walked around, and pulled off the covering of another platter, revealing a stack of cut sandwiches, the mare grinned at Vinyl good and wide.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’re full after just one small plate of spaghetti, Scratchie. This is a full course meal after all, and that was just the first course.” Octavia said, bringing the platter closer, Vinyl eyeing it and Octavia as they approached, before the platter of spaghetti was taken away, and the platter of sandwiches took its place, the pile gazing at Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch gave a feeble first nod, before Octavia simply sat right down on the table, lifting up one of the sandwiches. Vinyl eyed that sandwich as if it was a loaded gun, before swallowing a lump in her throat, and opening her mouth.
Octavia casually placed the first sandwich into Vinyl’s mouth, a snicker escaping her, the bite sized sandwich fitting into the unicorn’s mouth flawlessly, before Vinyl closer her maw and got to chewing and swallowing the sandwich. Once more, the taste was enjoyable. Nice, crisp, filled with all her favorite veggies. The mare had been reluctant at first, but once that first sandwich was down, her mouth was open again. Octavia grinned, lifting up the second sandwich cut from the pile.
“And now the mare wants me to feed her. Ugh, I shouldn’t spoil you, you need to lose weight SOMEHOW...But, I suppose, since we’re just starting, it couldn’t hurt…” Octavia teased, forcing a blush onto Vinyl’s cheeks, before she began with the second sandwich of the batch, it going down easier than the first, and when it went down, the third followed its brethren, and soon they were being marched to their doom, each sandwich from the hands of Octavia to the mouth of Vinyl, before chewed and swallowed. Eventually, the plate ran dry, and Vinyl was left with a soft groan. Her stomach was beginning to bulge slightly, which served to only put a smile on Octavia’s face.
“Ugh...Tavi, where did you learn to cook like that?” Vinyl asked, the cellist lifting up the two used up platters and taking them away, while a third platter loomed at the far end of the table, glaring at Vinyl, Vinyl staring back sheepishly. What loomed under that third covering, waiting to assault her?
“My little sister, actually. A sweet filly, quite skilled at high dining. I’ve picked up a thing or two from her.” Octavia declared, returning to the room before stepping over to the third platter. Her hands gripped the lid, and Vinyl braced herself, preparing for the worst. What was it going to be? Some thick, cheese drenched mexican? A casserole meant to make Vinyl burst!? The mare prepared for some explosion of steam, of smell...The lid came off simply, and all that was waiting for Vinyl was a wide variety of berries, resting atop a whip cream covered crust. Octavia gave a soft chuckle, sliding the platter over. The dessert didn’t even look that big. “I thought you could use something a bit...lighter to round off the meal.” Octavia smiled, taking a spoon and carving out a piece, before offering it to Vinyl. Vinyl opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took the bite, before visibly shuddering at the sweetness, letting out another delighted sigh.
“...What even is this?” Vinyl asked, glancing to Octavia, before opening her mouth once again, and being gifted with more of the dessert.
“Pavlova. Originally I planned to spoon feed you parfait, which came at the very high recommendations of a donkey I’d met not too long ago, but after doing some research I discovered Pavlova, and decided to go with that instead.” Octavia explained, before lifting up another spoonful. “Now, come on, just a bit more.” Octavia grinned, Vinyl simply opening her mouth, and accepting the rest of the sweet treat.
At long last, the sweet Pavlova, as creamy and fruity and delicious as it might have been, was finally demolished, Vinyl slumping back in her chair and letting out a groan, her stomach distended out like a small sphere, the surface blushing slightly thanks to the amount of food stuffed in. Octavia chuckled once more, before pulling out Vinyl’s chair, and getting onto her knees in front of the other mare. Giving her knuckles a quick crack, Octavia began to softly rub and knead at the belly, providing almost instantaneous relief for the white unicorn, who sighed softly thanks to the touch.
“There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Just think, the first binge is the hardest. Now, it should be smooth sailing and all that! Even if they have to steadily get bigger.” Octavia smirked, leaning in and peppering the swelled tum with a number of kisses, while Vinyl leaned back, eyes closed, just taking on the belly rub Octavia was providing her with.
“Ya know, Tavi, save my music career or not...I could get used to this…” Vinyl sighed, mouth slightly stained with the remains of the pavlova, Octavia still paying attention to her belly. The cellist smiled softly, giving another of her soft giggles.
“Mmmm...Me too, Vivi, me too.”