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Midnight stepped onto the scales in the doctor’s office, the machine making loud creaking noises as she did so (it wasn’t used to taking such heavy patients). The numbers climbed higher and higher until they stopped at 652 lbs.
“That’s a gain of about 130 lbs since last year… A normal pony your age should be 200 lbs at most,” said the doctor, circling around Midnight before staring her right in the eyes to hammer home his point.
Midnight tried her best to look guilty and like she cared, but secretly the revelation of her gain pleased her – over 100lbs in just a year was so hot, and the fact she weighed more than three times what other seventeen year old ponies weighed just made it even more of a turn on. But she didn’t want to let her mind run away with her fetish just yet – she wanted to get out of the doctor’s office as soon as possible, and if she didn’t look like she cared she might have to sit through another long lecture about why what she was doing was wrong.
Her acting didn’t matter, however, as the doctor decided to start lecturing her anyway.
“Do you have any idea what the consequences of being so fat are? Well, I know you do because I keep telling you whenever you visit and your parents assure me they’ve told you as well, but it’s probably best for me to give you a reminder. Heart problems, diabetes, impeded mobility, clogged veins and arteries…” He went on discussing why being so fat was so wrong, naming this health condition and that condition, yet he needn’t have done so.
She knew what she was doing was wrong, anyone with half a brain would know that. But she didn’t care – she loved food and just loved being so fat, and being so fat at such a young age was a source of pride for her. When the doctor had finished, he gave her a note for her parents and some precautionary medication to reduce some of the health risks associated with her size, along with some leaflets about weight loss and exercise programs.
“Now you be good, I hope to see some improvement next time,” he told her as he helped to push her through the door (she was a good few inches wider than the door on either side).
“I will,” she said while smiling innocently. She didn’t resent the doctor’s advice really, despite being annoyed at how much of her time the visit took up. He was a kind old stallion who just had what he thought was her best interests at heart. However, she knew where her interests really laid.
She left the note for her parents on the kitchen table and went to her room, throwing the leaflets in the bin on the way while keeping the medicine, figuring that if she wanted to gain more weight they would help to decrease her chances of bad health for as long as possible. Her bedroom used to be on the first floor of the house, however going up stairs was a long and laborious task for her and a couple of years ago she had simply become too fat to make it, so she swapped rooms with her parents. They had bought a new double bed and left their old one downstairs for Midnight as it was too big to move upstairs. This was just as well because Midnight had outgrown the single bed she slept in and her belly hung over the edge slightly and with her most recent gains, she now took up almost two-thirds of the double bed just by herself. She flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily and exhausted from having to walk so much. She didn’t do much exercise, obviously, so having to carry around her bulk with such weak muscles was a chore. She sometimes wished she didn’t have to walk.
Her seventeenth birthday three days ago had been the cause of the doctor’s visit, where she had eaten three times as much as everyone else and still declared herself hungry at the end. Her parents had known their daughter’s weight was a serious problem for several years, and seeing this had shocked them into organizing yet another doctor’s visit. Her parents were both a bit on the chubby side so it wouldn’t surprise anyone that their daughter would be overweight as well, however Midnight’s size went far beyond just “chubby”. She was massive. Her bulging midsection made her look like a barrel of lard dressed up to look like a pony. Her belly hung down between her four legs, fat and wobbly, sticking out two and a half feet either side of her and hanging just an inch off the ground. The smallest of movements would cause it to jiggle all over, giving her the nickname “Jigglenight” at her school, a name meant to make fun of her however it secretly turned her on to think her jiggliness was one of her defining features. Her belly wobbled back and forth if she came to a sudden stop – it had used to slap her legs lightly as she walked but this stopped about a year ago, when she had grown so big her legs were always in contact with her belly, never able to separate from it.
Constantly accompanying this was a number of moans, groans, gurgles, and other such sounds coming from her stomach busy digesting the horrendously huge amount of food she ate each day, as well as a few belches escaping her mouth every now and then. Her legs were chunky too, as although her fat was mostly concentrated in her belly it spread itself across her body too. They were thick with fat, around three times as big as her classmates’ legs, her fat thighs giving her a wider stance. Her ass was big as well, about three feet wide and sticking out two feet behind her, wobbling along with her belly when she walked, her cutie mark stretched wide across it. Her back was soft with blubber, and her neck had several rolls leading up to a fat face, usually with a slight covering of sweat from the strain of just carrying herself around, and her cheeks were chubby enough to sag down slightly under their own weight, wobbling slightly as she talked or chewed. Midnight had been fat her whole life but it was only in the last few years that her weight had skyrocketed, making her go from just ‘pretty fat’ to being one of the most horrendously obese ponies in the land, a mean feat considering how young she was. And she only wanted to get bigger.
She stayed in her room for a while, eating food idly while she waited for her parents to come back and give her another stern “this is our last warning” talk when they saw the doctor’s note. There was still some food left from her birthday (most of her presents had just been cake and sweets) and she intended to finish it all today, in case it started to go past its best. She sat there for three hours just eating and eating, not caring one bit about what the doctor had just said to her, and such was her food addiction that she continued to stuff herself even when her stomach started to get full and a bit queasy. When she heard her parents come in she cleaned herself up quickly, hoping they wouldn’t notice that she’d already eaten herself to the brim and that they might give her a full-sized portion of food for dinner. However, when she heard them call her and she began to get up, she realized she had overlooked something – her belly. It looked rounder, bigger and more taut than usual, now so large that the inch gap with the floor was now gone and she could feel her coat just brushing against the ground as she walked (or rather waddled) due to the sizeable amount of food she had eaten – this would make it obvious how much food she’d squeezed inside herself. The sounds of her stomach digesting the food were also clearly audible, a continuous stream of dull gurgles and glorps that indicated her overworked organs were once again busy creating more fat to add to her wobbling mass.
This wasn’t exactly a bad thing though, Midnight suddenly thought, as a feeling of slight nausea came over her – she had definitely eaten enough. Although “enough” for most ponies was when they had eaten a few hundred calories and felt satisfyingly full; for Midnight, with her stomach permanently stretched from her lifetime of overeating, enough was several thousand calories in a single sitting, usually several times a day, and only stopping when she started feeling like she might puke or there was no food left.
Maybe she’d just have a half-sized portion instead.
Her parents had just come from visiting the house next door – mainly for a catch-up chat but also to give the neighbours some cake from Midnight’s birthday that would have otherwise gone into her belly – and had seen the neighbors colt as he ran about the garden with his younger brother, both spry and full of life. Now they were sitting in their kitchen having read the note from the doctor about Midnight’s dire situation, and watching their behemoth of a daughter waddle in; her movement slowed by the weakness of her muscles and the sheer size of her belly impeding her movement as it hung down pushing slightly into her legs and made wet churning sounds. This young pony was a far cry from the fit and energetic colts next door, despite the fact she was almost the same age as both of them. Midnight’s parents couldn’t help but wonder what had gone wrong, as their 650 lbs daughter sat down before them and let out a large belch.
“What is it?” asked Midnight, looking at them with a bemused expression.
“You know very well, dear” her father replied, waving the note slightly to indicate what they wanted to talk about. “It says here that you’ve gained over 100 lbs in the last year, despite all the times you’ve been asked to stop. The doctor also says that in the year since he last saw you your movement has become slower, your breathing heavier and you’re now actually wider than the door to his office. ‘Last year she had about a three-inch gap either side of her. Now she is almost six inches too wide on both sides, an indicator of how urgent her problem is’” he said, quoting the end of the doctor’s note. He looked at her for dramatic effect and she stared back at him, her expression unchanged. “Well?”
Her stomach made a loud groan – not that it hadn’t been making quiet noises throughout, but this was a particularly noisy one.
“Well what? So what if I’ve gained some weight… I don’t think it’s exactly a bad thing…” she panted, trying to sound as innocent as possible, as if her weight was just a silly little thing that she didn’t really care about and that nopony else should care about either.
This time her mother was the one to speak. “’Well what?’ I’ll tell you what, young filly. If you don’t stop eating you won’t be able to move soon – you can already barely move as it is. Not to mention the other consequences of being so morbidly obese, which I’m sure the doctor has more than told you about.” Midnight rolled her eyes at this, indicating that he had indeed told her. Her mother continued. “You’re not even 18 yet. You’ll have to move out and start doing your mandatory work service in the castle soon – and what can you possibly hope to do in the castle at this size? Not much I tell you. You’ll barely be able to look after yourself alone, although I’m sure you’ll keep yourself well fed.” She said the last bit with sarcasm.
Midnight was used to her mother being the bad cop before her father jumped in being the good cop – she’d heard them talk through their strategy several times before through her bedroom door when they thought she couldn’t hear. Any moment now her father would jump in with some kindly words to make her feel better and appeal to her good nature.
“Midnight,” he began, “we just want you to have a normal life. You really won’t be able to do much at this size, unless some sort of job at the castle requires copious amounts of eating.” He paused for a few second, looking at Midnight’s mother before looking back and continuing. “We’ve come up with an idea to help show you why you need to lose weight.Your mother and I are going to go away for a while and live with my parents, and you’re going to stay here on your own. You’re going to see how difficult it can be to maintain yourself, the house, and school life at your size. We’ve tried talking with you many times about why you need to stop, but we feel it’s time for you to actually experience something for real rather than just a load of words.”
Midnight’s ears perked up as she sluggishly tried to sit up straighter – this sounded interesting. It also sounded like it might pose a few problems. How could someone as lazy and fat as her take care of a whole house? Her stomach made another loud moaning sound and she shifted her position slightly. Doing this let a large bubble of trapped gas move and she let out another loud belch. She didn’t feel the need to apologise as her parents were used to the constant belches and stomach sounds by now.
“Huh, ok then,” she said. “I don’t think that’s entirely necessary, but it sounds like it’ll be good. How long will I be on my own for?”
Her mother started talking now. “We’ll be gone for as long as you feel you can cope on your own. If you feel you need us again just call us and we’ll come straight back. We’ll be coming back after two months or so to see how you’re doing and if you’ve learned something from this experience. We’ve talked this through with the neighbours and they’ve agreed if you have any urgent problems they or their children can come around to help.”
After allowing a few seconds for Midnight to think it all over, her father asked, “Well, what do you think?”
Midnight thought for a few seconds. Doing housework would be difficult at her size…. but then again she could just bribe the neighbours’ foals into helping her or just straight-up doing it all for her. But then a thought popped into her head – this thing would be a whole lot easier if she didn’t need to go to school. It would be a whole lot easier still if she could use this window of opportunity to just spend the next two or so months eating and gorging unsupervised. A plan formed in her head that excited her with joy and arousal, and she had to try her hardest to put on her poker face so her parents didn’t suspect anything amiss with her reaction.
“Ok,” she said while smiling out of excitement. “Let’s do it”.
Midnight spent the night writing a note to her school saying she was going away with her parents on holiday for two months, forging her parents’ signatures as best she could to make it look as official as possible. If this worked she would be able to just sit at home and eat for two months straight, to be allowed to indulge to her limits with no supervision - an enticing idea for somepony as obsessed with food as her. She couldn’t let an opportunity like this slip.
At school the next day, Rose the office clerk watched as the students walked in while sorting out paperwork that needed filing for the teachers later. She knew most of the students by sight, and watched as one of the most recognizable walked in. The walking blob of lard known as Midnight Blossom lumbered in through the main door, squeezing herself through it as usual and blocking the other students from entering as she did so;usually two ponies could walk through the door at a time, yet it took her a few seconds to push herself alone through it. When she popped out the other side of the door the sudden jerky motion made her stumble slightly, and her huge belly wobbled back and forth forcefully. Usually she waddled slowly to her classroom, but this time she started to walk towards Rose. What did this fatass want?
“Hi, how can I help you?” she asked as cheerily as possible, hiding her mild disgust at Midnight.
“Hey, I’m,” Midnight had to pause for a second to catch her breath before starting again. “I’m going away tomorrow with my parents on holiday for a while. I’ve got a note from them about it, just so that the school knows it’s all official and stuff.” Midnight looked at Rose expectantly after she’d finished talking, breathing heavily. Did the mere act of speaking tire her out, Rose wondered? Or was it just that the short walk from her house to the school was enough to exhaust her?
Rose read the note. It seemed genuine enough – two months was a bit long for a holiday, but school policy was pretty lax. Most of the stuff she’d miss she could pick up during her mandatory service in the castle. The parents’ signatures looked fine as well. She had become aware of a dull groaning noise as she read the note, with some light gurgles mingled in every now and then – having never talked to Midnight, Rose never realized how noisy her belly was even when she was idle. How much had she already eaten that morning to make her stomach digest so loudly? It was a very off-putting thought and her disgust at the blob in front of her made Rose want their interaction to be over as soon as possible. Not giving it a second thought she put the note on her desk and turned back to Midnight. “Well, this all looks to be in order. I’ll do the paperwork to make your absence official later and let your teacher know as well. Now you get off to class.”
“Thanks!” said Midnight before walking away. Rose watched her for a few seconds, seeing how her whole body jiggled and her ass bounced as she walked. What a sorry state for a pony to be in.
Midnight walked into her class, ecstatic that her ruse had worked – now she had an entire two months off school. She still had one more day to get through however, so she put the thought out of her mind and walked down the aisle to her desk. The desks usually had enough space for two ponies to share comfortably, but when Midnight sat down and her bulk spread out there was barely enough space for her alone. Her belly spread out beneath her as she sat, pressing against the table legs on either side and her rump settled out over two chairs making the metal and wood creak and groan as she shifted her weight. She opened her desk drawer and took out an extra large bag of crisps – there was still five minutes until the lesson started, which was just enough time for a ‘quick’ snack, despite having eaten four bowls of cereal with full-fat milk and a few chocolate bars for breakfast.
Her classmates talked between themselves about Midnight’s latest display of gluttony, whispers reaching her disinterested ears (“Look at that fatass”; “Can you hear how noisy her stomach is? I think you can even hear her getting fatter…”; “I’m surprised she can even get out of bed at her size”), however they were all so used to it by now that nopony took much more notice than the regular classroom gossip. That’s not to say they weren’t all disgusted by her to a degree, but it was just the norm for piggy Midnight. She waited for the inevitable feeling of pokes and slaps on her belly – the cheekier colts in the class dared each other to creep up and either poke or slap her belly as hard as they dared, and whoever got it to jiggle the most won – bonus points if it moaned or gurgled loudly as well. She just gave them stern looks back - although it annoyed her, it was also strangely arousing to have her belly played with in such a way.
Sitting through class, all she could think about was what she’d have for lunch. They were doing macaroni cheese today at the cafeteria so she’d probably just get a few servings of that and some hayburgers, maybe a dessert serving or two, and then if she still had space she could round it off with a few chocolate bars. She always tried to sit as close to the serving desk as possible, to reduce the amount she had to walk when getting further servings. Bored stiff of the what the teacher was talking about, she waddled as fast as she could to the cafeteria when the bell rang for lunch (which was still slower than her classmates), her body jiggling all over as she did so.
In the end she had four servings of mac and cheese and a pair of cheeseburgers, along with a couple of chocolate bars. She bought some chewing gum as well - she couldn’t eat food in class but she could at least have the pleasant sensation of chewing. Chewing gum in class was technically banned but the teacher avoided looking at Midnight as much as possible out of mild revulsion, so she wouldn’t notice. Running out of food to eat and the bell about to ring signalling the end of lunch, Midnight went back to class, the gap in the aisle between her belly and the desks reduced by a centimetre or two. Her stomach made a loud groan as she sat down, followed by a few smaller moans and gurgles. Everyone had gotten used to her being noisier after lunch.
Halfway through the lesson, Midnight was daydreaming happily about the weeks ahead that she had all to herself, when her train of thought was interrupted suddenly.
“Well Midnight?” said the teacher, the pony in question totally unaware of what she had just been asked.
She looked up quickly to look at the teacher, her cheeks jiggling from the motion. “What?” asked Midnight, stifling a belch as best she could while she spoke. Her stomach gurgled slightly.
“I asked you a question on the subject we’ve been learning about for the last few days,” the teacher repeated sternly. “The hearthvane plant is useful in what medical application?” After a few seconds of staring blankly, Midnight shrugged. The teacher wondered why she hadn’t expected anything more from the fat thing, and resolved to not ask the slovenly blob anymore questions. A state of affairs that was fine by Midnight as it meant she could keep daydreaming until the final school bell rang, and she huffed and puffed her way home, ready to start her gluttonous scheme.
Hearing a knock at the door Melody Green went to open it and saw Midnight, the neighbours’ morbidly obese daughter, standing there.
“Hey Mrs. Green,” the fat filly wheezed. “I was wondering if maybe your son could come round soon to help me clean the house? My parents wanted me to clean it on the first day they left but obviously there’s some higher-up parts of the house I’ll have difficulty getting to…” The filly looked away from Melody at this point, looking slightly guilty.
She was unsure whether this was a ploy of Midnight’s to get her out of doing as much work, but given her size Melody judged that even so she was clearly too large to go up stairs comfortably and definitely couldn’t go up ladders or steps to clean the tops of cupboards and things.
“Ok,” she said, not wanting to be indirectly responsible for the neighbours’ daughter getting injured. “He’s doing some homework right now but I’ll ask him to go round once he’s done to help”.
“Oh thank you! I’ll leave the back door open so he can just let himself in,” said Midnight, her face lighting up at Melody’s reply. “Bye Mrs. Green!” she said while turning round slowly before waddling away, her belly wobbling as she did so.
Melody watched for a few moments as she walked away; she had lived next to the Blossom household for about sixteen years by now and could remember when Midnight was a younger pony running around the garden, before her weight skyrocketed suddenly in the last few years after hitting puberty. It was astounding how a pony could even get so fat.
After pushing herself through the front door, Midnight flopped onto her bed again and started eating the snacks she had bought on the way back from school. Two large buckets of fried chicken and three large portions of fries went down in less than an hour, before she moved onto the cakes she still had left from her birthday. She was already enjoying her newfound freedom, however temporary it was. All she wanted to do was gorge herself silly over the next two months. She shifted on her bed, the movement making her distended fatty belly produce a loud moaning sound as a large bubble of gas shifted within her, working its way through the liquidy mass of food in her stomach, before she belched loudly.
“Oof, that was big… Means I’ve got more room in there for food now though…” she thought to herself before she resumed eating again.
At this point the neighbours’ son, Titan, walked into her room and stopped abruptly. Titan was about a month older than Midnight and they had often played together when they were younger, but nowadays he didn’t see her, given they went to different schools and Midnight obviously didn’t go outside much. It had been about a year and a half since he had last seen her and he knew that she had gotten bigger since then, but the whale-like vision he saw before him went way beyond what he’d been expecting. Her belly was so large it took up two-thirds of the king-sized bed by itself, pushing her to the other side. Her ass hung slightly off the side of the bed, enticingly large and heavy. Her cutie mark was barely recognizable, spread wide across one of her chunky cheeks and distorted by the rolls of flab. The layer of fat caked along her back also spread out along the bed a few inches. A number of soft gurgles and groans came from her belly, clearly a sign of indigestion due to eating too much food, yet it also sounded oddly… contented. He stood staring for about ten seconds or so before Midnight’s voice suddenly shook him back to reality.
“Hello? Titan?” she said, and he realized she’d repeated herself a few times already.
“Oh, hey,” he replied. “Mom said you needed some help doing chores around the house?”
“Yeah I do, thanks for coming round. I need to talk to you first though; two seconds…” She put down the box of cupcakes on the bed and started shifting herself towards the edge of the bed, belly first.
It was a slow process, involving a lot of heavy breathing and inadvertent jiggling as she managed to slowly scuttle across the bed. Sloshing sounds came from her stomach as she moved, and Titan found himself wondering just how much had she already eaten today? Eventually her stomach plopped onto the floor first, before the rest of Midnight followed a few seconds later, using her belly as a sort of balance to land on the floor properly. She gathered her breath for a moment then waddled over to Titan. She was so out of shape that even getting out of bed was an exercise.
“Basically, I have a very big favour to ask of you. I don’t want to do anything while my parents have gone. All I really wanna do is eat, to be perfectly honest.” She spoke in a very matter-of-fact and nonchalant way.
Titan looked Midnight up and down, noting how her belly fat pressed forward between her front legs and bulged out towards the sides. She was already the biggest pony he’d ever seen and she actively wanted to get even bigger?
“So, I was wondering if you’d maybe wanna do all the chores round here for me? There’s some payment in it – my parents left me a pretty large amount of money in case of emergencies. Would say… four hundred bits cover it, if you were to come round every three or four days to clean up a little?” Titan’s eyes bulged at the amount of money he was being offered, and he quickly nodded. “Good, then it’s settled. If you want to get on with the house then come in here and clean up my mess quickly then that’d be great. I’ll show you where all the cleaning equipment is quickly.”
After Midnight had waddled back to her room to continue stuffing herself, Titan set about cleaning up the house. Apart from grabbing some soda for her from the kitchen when she asked a couple of times he was left to get on with the cleaning, hearing the occasional burp come from Midnight’s room. Once he was done he went back to Midnight’s room and dumped the food packaging she had accumulated around herself on the bed into the bin.
“Well that’s me done,” he said. “I’ll see you in a few days I guess”.
“Wait a second,” said Midnight, “when you’re at the door look to the table to the right. There’s a spare key there. Just take it so you can let yourself in and out, it’ll be quicker than the other way.”
This was of course just a thinly veiled lie so she didn’t have to get out of bed, and really Titan should have left the key and forced the morbidly obese mare to haul her lazy ass out of bed, but he took it anyway. She had given him that money, of course. As he walked back next door he did feel a little guilty for enabling Midnight to give in to her food addiction even more than usual, and being complicit, but the four hundred bits were far too enticing.
She was also, he thought, the hottest thing he had ever seen.