> Being a glutton (Lyra)
>  by Sea Fluff
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> Heavy Mornings
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A black vision fades to white light pouring through the room, the blur that is everything stabilizes as the world around you starts taking shape. As the cool air, makes its way inside you. The memories of yesterday start pouring in your mind, cheeks full of all sorts of pastries, treats, and candies. The sweet plentiful flavors of it all, sugar powdered donuts. soft cookies with a marshmallow filling, cakes with melted chocolate within, you can still taste every single thing you ate last night, looking around you, your feeder isn’t in bed with you… normally, you’d wake up before her, but ever since you started to pass out in food comas, you just needed the sleep. It is common for you to wake up with breakfast in bed. As your lover/ feeder would rub your hefty stomach, yet today is different, she wasn’t around.

Feeling a heavy feeling in your middle, you know exactly what it is, looking down, with your chins lightly jiggling is a massive ball of fat. It is hard to see it through those cute fatty cheeks of yours, but none the less, your stomach raised up higher, so much so that you couldn’t see your hind hooves. You couldn’t resist the urge to poke and rub your own stomach, giving yourself a sense of self pleasure of the softness that spread across your stomach and to see how far your hoof sank in. Attempting to get out of bed seemed impossible on your own without your caring, loving feeder which clearly has spoiled you fat too much… or far too little. You attempt to roll out of bed, but your giant sloshy mass is still too heavy to do it on it’s own, yet you did tilt yourself, making some movement due to your weight piling down on the directed you tilted in.

You wonder… starting to roll left and right, left and right, starting to build up more momentum until finally you came toppling over and finally, out of bed. Landing with a massive thud which sent, followed by the sporadic spree of rippling jello, you couldn’t help but let out a slight moan at the feeling of your massive bulk, slapping the floor. None the less, your hooves finally were able to reach the floor… well... partly. Lightly looking to where you fell off the bed, you’d see steps to get up to the bed, it has a shade to it, might be sweat. All that movement with a stomach that gurgled and groaned from your movements that you wasn’t used to doing on your own, making you rock side to side.

Regardless, you were still able to move and that’s what mattered. You stay in the room, going to a mirror planted in the wall, a slow process of moving from point A to point B and once arriving, you couldn’t help but oggle at your form. Looking at yourself from the front, you’re a beautiful unicorn mare in which… you have completely forgotten you’ve had a horn. Your loving feeder always telling you to “Relax, let me take care of it~” It kinda made you forgot about it, your magic is weak for not using it for so long. She is in-control and you were happy with it.

Going lower, you’re met with more memories of yesterday, your chubby cheeks and triple chin. Your cheeks being as big as a squirrel full of nuts in its mouth. Paired with chins showing that you definitely had one dessert too many but she never stopped bringing you more; you never stopped her anyways. Bits of your bloated cheeks still had crumbs and small smudges of frosting on your cheeks from the feasting. Which would jiggle slightly along with those cheeks with small movement.

Going lower would be a non-existing neck, it can be easily assumed that your neck vanished and sank in your chest fat, flab, and rolls. And to top it all off, the triple chin towers over it all. Your bloated hooves were like duo hams that manage to strain themselves enough to reach the floor below you, which is also spread out by a good bit as your stomach pushed out forward. Speaking of said stomach, it wouldn’t even fit inside the entire mirror! But trying to see from different angles, your stomach is clearly massive, it’s impossible to deny that you’re the symbol of a pony, spoiled beyond all others, you could hide one… maybe two ponies inside if you really could, constantly dragging on the floor, looking so very soft, like the perfect pillow.

Your hind hooves is no better, in the same case as your front hooves really, bloated hams, difference was. Is that now your hind hooves couldn’t be spread further enough so when waddling… or shuffling in your case, your hind hooves would kick your bloated barrel of a tummy. With that thick rear, there is definitely no way for you to raise your hind hooves higher than your front hooves… if you even had the energy for it. Your were clearly in the body of a very spoiled pony who is, without a doubt pampered far too much for your own good. You loved it too much… but your feeder isn’t here… you actually have to… do things yourself… ugh. You weakly shuffle your way to the door, you find a note on the door, getting closer… until you are able to make out the words and read the note.

“Hello Piggy~
You may have noticed that i’m not here, i’m just leaving this behind just to explain myself. I’ve been called for some special, you should know, and I need to leave, I don’t know how long I will be gone, but. I’ve made sure my (very little) piggy has all she needs. The fridge is as full as always. (Don’t empty it out in one day, you hear?~) I left out bits for you to call for some food delivery. (Because I don’t expect you to fit through the door~) And well… my house is your house (Until you outgrow it!~) 
Love you~”

Feeling your cheeks glow bright pink and your breathing shallow from reading all the parts where she clearly teased you… she knows how to get your gears going. You take a second look at the note, almost overlooking something.

“P.S: I left breakfast for you, don’t pass out while getting there~”

Your stomach rumbled as your cheeks grew a more brighter shade of red, huffing deeply you shuffled your way out of your room… you’ve been through it before when your feeder somehow moved you out your room those few times… the doorway was always dented outwards… and shuffling through it… clearly you’ve grown as you felt your rear getting trapped on it. Making a deep grunt you pushed harder and harder, replying on your front hooves to push you through, your hind hooves are far too useless to even push, as it’s pushing against your stomach, with sweat and energy for food, you managed to pop through. Making you landing forward with a thud and a lot of jiggles. Plopping down on the floor, landing and laying on your globe of a stomach… you just wanted to stay there, why move… just relax. You would have just done so.

But the sudden smell of food quickly comes through, making a deep. Grrrrrrrrr...Escape from your gut. Mustering up enough energy, you would slowly get up on those fat hooves of yours and using the same motivation to make your way to the kitchen. After trying a ridiculous amount which a foal could do easily, you finally managed to arrive at the kitchen. In which your horn just glew in delight as you saw rested upon the table, is a sweet stack of pancakes.

All golden brown crispy with syrup drowning them with a entire stick of butter that melted so much so that it’s only just a small nub of butter left, you still see steam erupt from the pancakes, still warm. But that wasn’t what made you blush… it’s the fact that there’s a fan, placed at an angle where the wind would breeze by in the direction of your room. There would be a step of smaller chairs, almost acting like chairs to finally make it to the seat which had a pillow, that you’d rest your pampered plot upon to start eating the sweet pile of pancakes. But stairs… oh no… Almost as if wishing to avoid it, you actually would attempt to use your horn to grab said pancakes, you felt your magic, engulf the plate of pancakes, now pulling it towards you, this use of magic started to make you sweat. Opening your eyes to see that… your magic never really dragged the plate along, your magic so weak, that the plate of pancakes just stayed there, unphased and unmoved by your magic.

Wow, your magic really is that weak, your eyes returned back to the stairs, the soft movement of your head made those chins jiggle. Just by looking at it, your lover isn’t kind enough to make sure you’d get it easily… but always making you have to do something in order to get it. Almost as if she enjoyed watching you move, jiggle, moving with all this weight and generally struggle to do something, you were fine with it, because your loving feeder would be around to help you… but in this case, this is vastly different. Clearly, with her not being here... this was no exception. You’d take the first step and the next one easily.

And looking up would seem like it’s an endless stairway to heaven, but that dumb fan is helping motivate you by making sure the smell is stronger and stronger the closer she went, but the smell also is cursed, making your stomach rumble again in pure need of it. With heavy hooves and heavy body (but empty stomach) You’d finally make your way to the very top of the custom made stairs which is really just… what? 5 Steps? Pff… you’d deny it… but you KNOW you're just a dependant cow. You position your pampered self on the double seats and finally sit down. A gentle poof from the pillow and a loud Creeeeeeeeeeek from the seat. Your stomach largely spread out in front of you as you sat down. Normally your stomach would get in the way, even with your hind hooves as spread out as they could go but you know how to position it, such a globe of a stomach under the table, you reach out to turn off the fan so you can enjoy your very well deserved breakfast… But you notice another note.

“Dear Lardball
Had a feeling you’d get too weak to carry on after you’ve gotten out of your room~ So I gave you some motivation~ (But i’m more surprised you got out of bed all on your own <3) Anyways, go stuff your face more! But knowing you, you’re already eating while reading this~”

You blink for a moment, with a mouthful of pancakes, a small bit of syrup dripping down from it. You hated her guts all over for it… but you just can’t, mainly due to the fact that you really loved it way too much. Returning to your pancakes, you didn’t even notice you’ve eaten half of it already! Wasting no time at all eating the stacks of pancakes, you do just that.

Overtime, what is left was just a giant empty plate with crumbs, no plate has ever left licked clean, your lover made sure of this, there would be nothing wrong with making sure that what she said stays true to her word, even if she isn’t around. Problem was, you just… couldn’t reach for the plate itself now, almost as if all those pancakes, made you expand just enough, so that you were just too much of a hungry hog to fully finish it, this deeply bothered you, but as you try, with no avail, you can conclude that this can be an exception. It feels like you wasn’t as thirsty as you thought you were, you look at the syrup bottle. It’s empty… What? You didn’t expect yourself to just go all the way to the fridge and get milk, did you? The syrup is closer!

Only now do you finally feel what you’ve ate, you felt like you’ve gained 20 pounds or so from just sitting there, those pancakes were very large, and thick like the entire pan itself. Your bloated stomach made many noises to acclimate to it all, so bloated as it churns deeply, you digesting a whole lot of it, so bloated and full. Your sweaty hooves work even harder as not only did you have to use them to feed yourself, but now you have to use it to rub your stomach for when you overate. Your feeder did that for you, making a gentle moan escape your food stained maw as your own lardy hooves rub and knead to your own pillowy fat. Rubbing yourself was like pleasuring yourself with a massage, at the cost of your muscles burning from a workout under blubber filled hooves.

You couldn’t even reach fully around it as you just keep on rubbing. Getting yourself in a mix of pleasure and pure tiredness. You felt darkness fill the sides of your eyes as your own rubbing became much more sloppy, huffing and puffing in pleasure, hiccuping with another belch blasting out. A food coma creeping itself with your body shutting down in desperate need to just recharge. You wanted to sleep in a bed and just stay there, but at this point, the soft blubbery padding on your flanks made a portable bed of it’s own.