Vinyl felt the jawbreaker in her mouth, moving it around slowly with her tongue, the sweet blueberry flavor filling her mouth and appeasing to her tastebuds. Vinyl had always had a bit of a sweet tooth, after all. The room was mostly silent, Octavia, Lyra, and Bonbon’s eyes watching Vinyl in anticipation, even Vinyl was focused on Vinyl, or her mirrored image to be more exact. The jawbreaker tasted good, sure, but Vinyl wasn’t exactly here to be a taste tester for Bonbon. Lyra had that market locked down. Vinyl rocked on her hooves slightly, testing the candy with her teeth. Yep, it was a solid one.
“Um, Bonbon, I don’t think that this is doing anything…” Vinyl frowned, before suddenly feeling a gush of liquids filling her mouth, eyes widening as the jawbreaker began to dissolve at a higher speed. Bonbon chuckled from Vinyl’s side, reaching forward and patting the mare on the arm.
“Just...do me a favor and buckle up, Vinyl hun. We’re dealing with some interesting magic here, after all. Technically what’s about to happen shouldn’t even be possible on the pony body, but it’ll still be a bit of a doozy.” Bonbon comforted the alabaster DJ, who just gave the candy maker a sidelong, rather perplexed look. What did Bonbon mean, Vinyl didn’t feel anythi-
There was a sudden lurch in Vinyl’s stomach, the mare groaning, arms flying to wrap around her midsection, a groan flying from the lips of the mare. A look of concern crossed Octavia’s face, but Lyra gave the cellist a comforting pat on the shoulder. Bonbon knew what she was doing, after all. Besides, there was nothing much anypony could do now, since the candy was in full effect. It was all a matter of sitting back and letting it run it’s course.
Vinyl held onto her midsection, her body heating up, cheeks flushing bright red. Whatever was happening inside of her body, it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant of sensations! It was like a bubbling, right under her skin, centered in her core, at her stomach. Soon enough, though, Vinyl felt something even stranger than the bubbling. It was as if something was pressing up against her arms, more and more insistent. Nope, it didn’t seem like it, it definitely was. Vinyl moved her arms, before yelping out loudly. The lurching was gone, but now she got a front row seat to her stomach, bubbling and growing out in front of her very eyes, the adipose multiplying thanks to the magic in the candy, shirt riding up more and more to expose the dome of white, but that wasn’t all. The sensation was spreading. She was in for quite the ride.
The effects went both up and down, but it was becoming readily apparent exactly what kind of body shape Vinyl had. Upwards, Vinyl’s breasts did receive a boost in cup size, of course, but it was nothing ground breaking, straining her poor shirt even more, but it stood strong, logo and name warped and bloated across her chest, as if to mock Vinyl for what she was putting herself through with that candy. Her torso as a whole was plumping up, her entire frame growing thanks to the candy. She wasn’t going to be chubby, she was going to be fat. The DJ simply endured, as it was more than likely way too late to go back anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound, after all.
Vinyl watched her arms become much more akin to marshmallows, puffing up with a thick layer of plump fat, not enough to hang down, but enough to be plenty visible, the weight spreading all the way down to her fingers, each one getting it’s own micro layer of fat to wrap around. Vinyl was so amazed by what was going on with her arms and hands, that she didn’t notice her face rounding out, cheeks plumping outwards on her face, fleshing it out, while her chin found that it was being joined by a twin right underneath. Yet, this didn’t compare to what had been going on down south.
Vinyl’s hips absolutely flared out, swelling out with her waist, the feeling enough not make the mare wobble on the spot, panting thanks to the sensations surging through her body down there. Her hips were far from the only things swelling, her ass bloating outwards, ripping a tear down the pants Vinyl had been wearing, the same story on her thighs as those bloated outwards as well, ripping and tearing down the seams. It rocked down to her thighs, Vinyl groaned louder than before, everywhere down below swelling out.
When the growth at long last came to an end, Vinyl could only stare into the mirror in front of her with a profound sense of disbelief. No longer was she a skinny mare rocking a slight potbelly, oh no. She was big, she was large, she was fat...Yet, seemingly more than that, the feeling that was hitting Vinyl Scratch like a truck was a fatigue to a degree that she’d never experienced before in her life, and a very...very intense gnawing feeling of hunger. Vinyl swayed on her hooves, while her stomach unleashed a loud rumble into the room, Vinyl turning to look at the other three.
Their expressions varied, but all were positive. Bonbon’s was perfectly pleased, both with the results that had come from Vinyl’s body, and the fact that her candy had worked so perfectly. Probably was considered illegal to Equestria at large, but may she’d be able to do something with it on her own if she could find the right venues? Lyra, on the other hand, was utterly brimming with excitement, bouncing slightly on her hooves, sending her entire fat form jiggling with each subsequent bounce. Finally, Vinyl’s head turned to Octavia, and her cheeks lit up bright red.
Octavia was chewing her bottom lip, eyes slightly lidded while she just devoured Vinyl’s new form with her eyes. Every curve, every inch of flab, every single roll of fat, the torn clothes, the soft face, it sent shivers up and down the spine of the cellist, as desire filled every fiber of her being. Octavia only had one want in this world, and that is to feed that hungry gut. To press her hands into the mounds of flesh that Vinyl’s ass had become, nestle her head between the tree trunk like thighs Vinyl now sported. If Octavia had to aliken Vinyl to anything, it was going to have to be like the old depictions of goddesses, so thick and lush in their beauty. Oh, she knew what was causing this, knew perfectly well, the injection site on her arm telling the story plainly, but Octavia didn’t give a damn. She’d asked for it. If Vinyl was making changes, then damn it so was Octavia! They were in this together, after all.
“If you two could go fetch Vinyl some new clothes, that’d be utterly lovely...I’ll deal with the piggy’s stomach problem.” Octavia smirked, grasping Vinyl’s new, pudgy hand in her own.
“Uh, Octy…?” Vinyl began, before Octavia reached up and placed a single finger against the mare’s lips, a smug expression on her face.
“Please, Vivi. Bonbon told me that they have a flat upstairs with a fully stocked fridge. All you have to do is get that hungry tummy up the stairs and onto the couch. Think you can manage?” Octavia smiled sweetly, Vinyl blushing hotter before giving a single, meek nod to the grey mare. Octavia only grinned wider, before she began to walk off, dragging Vinyl behind her.
“Have fun you two!” Lyra called, waving after them, Vinyl stumbling after Octavia. Looking behind herself was a rather shocked expression. Her friends only offered support and thumbs up. Vinyl swallowed a lump in her throat, before looking forward, Octavia firmly guiding her.
Vinyl felt very strange while walking in her new body, the weight of it all. The rippling effect of each hoof fall, landing with an audible thump into the air, her body jostling softly, from her wide rump swaying side to side, to her belly rippling like a bowl of jello with every step, her thighs brushing slightly together as she moved forward. Vinyl stumbled more than once, but Octavia was always there to turn and help the mare back to her hooves, and give a casual grope to one of Vinyl’s new or enhanced curves, before they resumed their trek to the apartment above the candy store.
The door opened before them, and Octavia led Vinyl into the apartment that Lyra and Bonbon shared. It was a larger flat, with a sweet smell filling the air, plush carpeting and a large couch wrapped halfway around the living room, coffee table and TV all set up. Octavia guided Vinyl over to the couch, before she turned the mare, and pushed her onto the seat, Vinyl landing with a small oof, before blushing, looking down to see how much of the couch she actually took up. It was definitely on the verge of two seats. If not for this being the house of Lyra and Bonbon, Vinyl could tell that the couch would have been creaking under her ass. The cushions indented deeply, her weight putting the reinforced furniture up to the test, but it passed with flying colors. A good portion of Vinyl wondered if the furniture back at Octavia’s place would fair as well.
“You just sit down and relax, Scratchie dearest. You’ve been doing so well throughout this whole thing, and it’s only going to get more interesting from here on out, Vivi. Now, let’s get to it.” Octavia winked, leaning in and sharing a kiss with Vinyl, the DJ blushing, feeling a pair of hands gripping at the globe of soft, kneadable fat that her stomach had become, fingers digging into it, just to feel as much of it as they could,while Octavia’s tongue thrust into Vinyl’s mouth, staking claim. Vinyl simply submitted, her tongue moving against Octavia’s own. Finally, the kiss broke and Octavia leaned away, hands departing from the massage on Vinyl’s gut. Octavia giggled, pressing her finger to Vinyl’s lips, before she walked behind her and made a Beeline for the kitchen.
Vinyl sat on the couch while the sounds of humming and food creation drifted away from the kitchen, smells soon following after them. Vinyl didn’t dare to look, though. Instead, she just sat and patiently waited, idly patting at her belly. The first pat was an accident, but the sound it made got Vinyl’s interest. The next pat was to test if it was just a fluke, and the one after that was to see the range. Soon enough Vinyl was snickering away, drumming at her gut, watching the jiggles travel outwards, listening to the bass and sound of her belly bongo, giving off a bit of a laugh. Maybe she could put this in a remix? Wouldn’t that be a thing!
Vinyl found that her focus on the belly bongos was suddenly interrupted by a smell entering her senses, a slight stream of drool exiting her mouth. Vinyl took a deep breath, before her eyes flicked down to see what was the source. Octavia had found and prepared a variety of doughnuts for the alabaster mare, and they smelled utterly delicious, so fluffy and sugary, Vinyl was having trouble resisting mashing her face against the plate and just inhaling them. Seems this new gut was a lot more demanding than it’s predecessor.
“I’m usually against having a bit of dessert before we get to the main course, but who am I kidding, the appetite you’re rocking now must be impossible to spoil. No matter what order I stuff that gut, isn’t that right, Scratch? DJ Piggy?” Octavia teased, sitting down next to Vinyl, lifting up a doughnut, offering it to Vinyl, swaying it side to side teasingly, the DJ just eyeing the pastry, her stomach rumbling out, demanding that the games stop and Vinyl get down to business. Without any alternative, Vinyl obeyed, opening her maw wide and consuming the doughnut nearly whole, gnashing the fluffy bread betwixt her teeth, feeling the glazed sweetness tease her tastebuds, Vinyl shuddering. Had the jawbreaker done something to her tastebuds, or had she simply never noticed how damn good a doughnut could be. Soon enough, the first was gone, and Vinyl’s maw was opened wide and waiting for more. “My my...you have become a piggy. Oink for me. Show that you want this, that you’re proud of it.” Octavia teased, setting the plate of doughnuts down but still in reach. One hand massaged and gripped at Vinyl’s gut, moving in slow, circular motions, while the other reached for the second doughnut.
“Oink oink.” Vinyl let out without a second thought, eyes locked onto that doughnut, almost as glazed over as the ring shaped pastry itself. Octavia smiled softly, eyes looking over that new body, the crumbs that rested on Vinyl’s pudgy cheeks and her double chin. She lifted up that second doughnut, and Vinyl consumed it in much the same fashion as the first, savoring the sugary sweetness in her mouth, rolling the debris around in her tongue, before swallowing the pastry and releasing a sigh of joy, of content. It was undeniable, Vinyl liked the doughnuts, and the belly rub, but more than that, she adored that Octavia was the one orchestrating both.
The doughnuts were not long for this world, Octavia and Vinyl working as a dangerously efficient team. Octavia fed the doughnuts to Vinyl, and Vinyl consumed them completely, a true bane to the existence of doughnuts everywhere. If left unchecked, the plate would be the future of doughnuts everywhere. Barren, with only a few crumbs and bits of frosting left in silent memorial. Vinyl leaned back against the couch, giving a loud belch, before her cheeks lit up. Seems that’d be more likely to happen as well. Octavia giggled, giving the mare a few pats on the cheek, before moving off to the kitchen for the next batch of goodies.
Vinyl’s eyes drifted down to herself, at the expense of white, at the strain her clothes were put under just by trying to contain her body in any capacity. The crumbs of the doughnuts that filled up her cleavage and dotting the tops of her breasts, Vinyl wondering who was to blame for the mess. Yet, while Vinyl looked herself over, squeezing at her flab and her curves while she waited, a small blush coming onto her face. All things considered, the mare had to admit, she certainly didn’t look all that bad! It was charming, adorable even, and with the right attitude, Vinyl was betting that she could make it damn well sexy, too! That was the right attitude to have, after all. If she was gonna support mares like Lyra in the limelight, had to be positive!
Octavia came back around the couch, holding in her hand a large bowl of salad, a coy grin on her lips. Judging by the looks that she was giving Vinyl, she was in the same boat of thought as Vinyl was. Vinyl was rocking this new body! Octavia sat at Vinyl’s side, leaning in to steal another kiss to the cheek, but there was no other words, no more formalities. Octavia pierced the leafy greens of the salad, drenched in Vinyl’s choice dressings, and the feeding began a new, at a more gentle, intimate pace this time, Octavia cuddling into Vinyl’s fat side, Vinyl just opening, closing, and chewing her food, but the peace of it was nice.
Neither of them mentioned it, but they knew that the peace wasn’t going to be lasting them too much longer. They’d attained their goal, after all. Vinyl had officially become a fatty. From here on out, it was all a matter of making it actually official in the eyes of the public. Rebranding herself, getting the new Vinyl out there and loved. So, for the time being, Vinyl instead focused on the crisp crunch of the leafy greens, the veggies and their dressing mixing in her mouth, lifting one pudgy arm to hug Octavia close to herself. Part of Vinyl idly thought back to how they hadn’t just been able to take time to enjoy one another’s company in ages.
With the rise of Bubblegum Pop, and the scandals that seemed to just spawn endlessly after that filly made her debut, they were both forced onto the front lines. Constantly squelching foul rumors, fighting off what could be the end of their careers. Octavia was strong, firm willed, and with an old family name with enough power to crush anything that came for her. Vinyl, on the other hand? Well, that’s how they’d landed in this position in the first place, now isn’t it? Yet, the little hellion couldn’t get to either of them at this moment, so that was all the thought they were going to be permitting her to have a part of.
Food came and went in a continuous line for Vinyl, provided by her loving cellist, and she enjoyed every bite, till the rumblings from Vinyl’s stomach came to a halt. From there, what came next was clear. Octavia settled down in front of her beloved, before just digging her hands into the surplus of belly that Vinyl found herself with, fingers pressing inwards, before just pressing the palms of her hands firmly against that gut, rubbing in circles, enjoying it. The softness, the girth, the warmth, unlike anything Octavia had ever experienced before in her life, and it was all hers to enjoy.
“So, uh...What exactly did you and Bonbon do in the backroom while Lyra was explaining to me how to be a fatty? She told me that I had to be confident and work it.” Vinyl explained, while Octavia simply shrugged her shoulders, looking up to Vinyl.
“Oh, Bonbon just streamlined the whole process by singing a song...And, well, sort of gave me an injection to get the...blood pumping.” Octavia said, squirming slightly where she kneeled, cheeks lighting up a shade of crimson. “Watching you get fat was one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever been able to enjoy...Mff, I’m still enjoying aftershocks…” Octavia cooed, Vinyl blushing while looking down at the mare, before a grin spread across her lips.
“Well, I mean, I don’t wanna get too fat...I’m sure we could enjoy some...exercise…” Vinyl suggested, Octavia chuckling, before slowly beginning to make her way up Vinyl’s pudgy form.
“Yes, I suppose that is a plan. One I certainly don’t mind indulging in.” Octavia smiled, getting closer and closer to Vinyl, both of them slowly closing their eyes while their mouths parted, anticipation and desire building. Closer...closer…
“Vinyl, Octavia!! You’ll never guess the marketing deal I just got our hooves into!” Show Time shouted, throwing open the door to the flat.
This was the first time Show Time had heard Octavia curse proper, and what a string of curses it had been.