> Midnight's Wildcard Feast
>  by The Wind King
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> Wildcard's Hunt
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Evening in Canterlot, and the Food of Equestria fair had finally wrapped up. Only a few ponies had actually stayed until closing time and Midnight Blossom in her heavyset self was one of them. She wasn't going to let food go, especially free food imported from across the country.

So it was then that the young and obese mare found herself alone in the darkening streets, which thanks to this being Canterlot wasn't any real issue, crime was a concern for lower class cities, like Manehattan or Fillydelphia, not Canterlot. However, unknown to her, she had been followed all day. Perhaps she had noticed a few different ponies in the crowds watching her with some interest instead of disgust and contempt; perhaps she hadn’t, instead being too busy glutting herself beyond all reason to pay any attention to her surroundings, but 'they' were actually a single changeling that had been shadowing her since this morning. He'd been looking for a mark, and Midnight would be perfect.

So he surreptitiously followed her as she waddled down the lamp lined and increasingly empty streets of Canterlot, her tree trunk like legs slapping against against her gut with each laboured step, waiting until the last few ponies that had been staring at her with a mixture of disbelief and horror finally had enough and trotted back to their homes in contempt. A process that didn’t take all that long with the night-time chill creeping over the city driving the ponies who weren’t insulated by a layer of blubber that whales would be envious of, and soon enough the streets were deserted enough for him to  approach without any spectators to foil his ruse. He approached her taking the form of a tall and handsome unicorn that had a good foot in height over her, and a charming enough smile.

"You sure seem to enjoy food," Midnight stopped to look over her shoulder as he drew up besides her, speaking jovially. "I'm surprised they had any left after you were finished, but you must've been unable to make it to the Crystal Empire section." His horn lit with a pale light to float a pair of cardboard boxes out of his saddlebags. "I'm not surprised, the culinary arts of the Crystal Empire aren't much remembered these days, except by enthusiasts. Too sugary for most gourmands and historians you see, and too sugary for me as well."

The boxes floated over to Midnight, their tops unfolding to reveal a pair of expertly decorated cakes, shimmering crystal berries covered in decadent glaze, and the smell of freshly baked cakes wafting up to tickle at the bat pony's nostrils.

"And so, for my generous deed for the day, I don't suppose you would like to take these off of my hooves?"

Midnight's stomach gurgled and groaned as she looked up at the unicorn, before she looked down at the cakes. Her tongue unconsciously licking her lips.

"I might enjoy my food, but I'm fairly certain my parents told me not to accept candy from strangers, mister?"

Midnight also seemed to miss the fact that his horn was flickering green rather than the more steady glow of unicorn magic, a rather telltale sign if one paid any attention at at all in school. Which of course Midnight hadn’t, her mind occupied by thoughts of lunch, or dinner, or mid-class snacks.

The stallion stepped up in front of her, still levitating those cakes underneath her snout, and smiled down at her, "Now don't be that way, this is Canterlot, when was the last time you heard of anything bad happening?" He inquired, the tone of his voice a carefully managed and charmingly masculine tune.

He reached out, and gently poked Midnight's fat chest his hoof sinking in an inch or two. "Besides, I think you have an... unique love for food, don't you?"

"What, this?" A hoof reached back and jiggled Midnight's gut, the hanging stomach almost half an inch from the ground as it burbled with the effort of digestion. "Yeah, it does seem pretty obvious," she almost smirked at the stallion, "and any food is good food: fried, boiled, battered, glazed." Another subconscious lick of her lips interrupted her speech, before she belched loud enough to cause her thick cheeks to vibrate with the force of the air rushing from her mouth.

"But the best food is free food, and I think I've got a bit more room."

The stallion blinked, having been flummoxed for a moment by her appealingly flirty reply.

"My now, aren't you a tease? Most mares wouldn't even know how to enjoy a body like yours." He spoke, his voice cracking for only a moment before he simply forced one of the cakes into Midnight's mouth.

Magical manipulation made it much easier than it would’ve been otherwise, not that it looked like it was difficult to force food down her fat throat, clearly she did enough of that by herself. While she was busy swallowing down the several pounds of cake stuffed in her maw he strode around her, eying her obese body like a carnivore taking to prey.

"Yes, that, you're the most obese mare I've ever seen, and from the looks of things... I'd say you're proud of it, aren't you?" He halted at her side and poked her belly firmly, his hoof sinking in even further than before. He bit his lip as the implications hit him, gods, how fat was this mare if he wasn’t reaching the ball of food that had to be packed inside her?

"There's, mmph, a lot of me to be proud of." Midnight tried to speak around the last chunk of cake, crumbs flying out of her mouth before she swallowed. Her throat almost visibly distorting under her triple chins. "And there could always be more." A hoof came up to wipe at her mouth, leaving a smeared trail of glaze and sugar across her cheeks, before she grabbed one of the berries that was still hanging on and popped it in her maw.

"There certainly is, and there certainly could be" The stallion spoke, and came around to gaze at her swollen rear end. Her cutie marks were dimpled by adipose and the three white flowers were stretched and warped across both sides of her rump, this mare was not in good health, that was absolutely certain, and judging by behaviour she revelled in it. She would do perfectly.

"I suppose I should tell you my name then," he spoke, and gave that rear end a gently poke before stepped up beside her again. "My name is Valiant, I run a bakery in the Crystal Empire and I'm looking for an assistant. I need someone with a sweet tooth that can make sure everything I put out is good enough, and who enjoys food enough that she could..."

He stuffed the second cake into her face, "... take such a job to its fullest growth potential."

"Mmph, an'," another mighty gulp brought the second cake down into Midnight's gut, the bat pony starting to wheeze as the weight of everything she had eaten over the day finally began to catch up to her. "And you came to Canterlot? You got lucky finding me, but I don't think there's a single other pony who'd give that offer the thought it deserves." Another smirk came, only this one was less flirty and more tired. Her heavyset legs quivering and her eyelids fluttering as the beginning of a food coma started to take hold.

"I mean, I thought about it, and the answer’s yes." A yawn wracked her, and Midnight opened her mouth wide enough the if anypony else but Valiant had been close enough and had cared enough to look they would've sworn they could see into her bottomless gut. "But I think I need a nap first."

"You can nap on the way, it's a long drive to the Crystal Empire." Wildcard spoke, and Midnight might have noticed a few things; a flicker of his form, a flash of black carapace. Too bad she was drugged enough that she would already have passed out were she not so loaded with food and massively obese.

"I'll clear it up with your parents tomorrow, I'm sure they won't mind. I mean who wouldn't be proud their daughter was a professional eating machine?" He spoke, and gently pushed her down the street.

"My parents wouldn't be, but buck 'em, always on my case." Midnight muttered as she stumbled in the direction 'Valiant' was pushing her—the shallow incline making her pant with effort of moving her own bulk—towards a white van that was parked at the end of the street.

Midnight might have recognized it from food deliveries to the various stalls earlier, it had shown up at nearly every stall she’d visited after all, but she was barely standing upright, swaying heavily on her hooves as she yawned and wheezed. Valiant quickly trotting around her to the passenger side door, before he opened it for her to get in—she'd soon see that there was plenty of fast food in the cab—and he was looking a little anxious now, furtively glancing around to make sure nopony was watching.

Midnight almost fell over as the smell of fresh hayburgers was all that guided her in, her heavyset hooffalls thudding against the ground erratically without Wildcard’s support before she put one hoof on the van's step and tried to squeeze herself into the cab.

A prospect her gut didn't agree with. The pendulous flab bunching up against the doorway as she muzzily tried to squeeze her way through the much too narrow space. What little of her mass she was able to fit into the already cramped driver's compartment overflowing the hoofwell and flooding over the seat and pouring over the dashboard. Wildcard gawked as he watched the elephantine mare try to squeeze herself into the passenger’s seat and not even make it through the door.

"... You’d better get in the back," Wildcard spoke, grabbing Midnight's legs with his magic so he could yank the balloon of fat out of the door. Her body plopped to the street with an audible slapping gurgle, and he briefly thought upon how nice it must be to so padded with fat at every angle that being dropped to the ground with such force wouldn't even hurt.

"I've got more food in there, so at least you've got that going for you." He added, as he pulled the double doors to the back of the van open. He anxiously gestured for Midnight to heft herself into the rear of the van knowing that she was about to pass out and he’d be damned if he had the strength to actually put her in the van by himself.

It took all of Midnight's remaining energy to pull herself up into the back of the van. Her legs felt like jelly, and her eyelids were hanging low enough enough that the world was just an impression of colours rather than actual distinct images. Although her nose certainly recognised the smell of baked goods surrounding her, and she pulled a boxed cake up to her barrel, almost as if it was a stuffed teddy bear.

"Thanks for this..." Another jaw cracking yawn interrupted her sleepy mutterings before she curled up on the floor. "I'll see you in the Crystal Empire, Val..."

She wasn't awake to hear the clang of the van's rear doors cutting off the rest of her sentence.

It wasn't long before Wildcard had pulled himself into the driver’s cab, turning around to look over the chairs at Midnight sleeping in the back with the leftover delivery goods. While his plan had been for her to ride in the cab with enough fast food to keep her satisfied for the ten hour journey to the hive. Assuming she woke up at all, he'd dosed each cake with enough drugs to put a hippo to sleep, having been worried that all the food she'd eaten would get in the way.

In any case, the van soon rumbled off, it’s engine and suspension screaming as they attempted to handle their new found burden and that was the last time Midnight Blossom would be seen in Canterlot. Wildcard drove out of the city and got on the major highway, and by morning... well, it would be obvious if one looked out the window they weren't going north, they were going south. As a matter of fact they had entered the desert.





A low rumbling was the first thing Midnight heard. Not the usual rumbling of her stomach cruelly deprived of food for more than a hour, but the rumble of an engine as it struggled to haul whatever massive load it was carrying, and she reached down to pull her blanket over ears. She might've had better access to fast food when  the HayBurgers had opened down the street, but their delivery vans always arrived at the most Luna-blasted hours of the morning.

It was only when she reached down, and felt nothing but her stomach, still gurgling from yesterday's feast that she remembered the events of last night. The handsome unicorn, the delicious crystal cakes, a van full of food, the job offer of taste testing at his bakery, her almost immediate acceptance (as if she was going to turn down the chance to be PAID to eat).

Sleepily she reached out and knocked against the metal partition that separated the back of the van from the driver's cab before speaking "Hey, Valiant? Are we almost there? I'm starving."

Wildcard made an odd squealing noise and a green flash came from the cab for a moment. He'd dropped his disguise hours ago to save his energy, and only now slipped back into it.

"Uh, yeah but, I need to stop for gas first, it's just a few more hours, help yourself to whatever is back there," 'Valiant' spoke, his voice sounding somewhat oddly raspy at first, before it settled back into that handsomely masculine tone.

Midnight could soon feel as the van slowed, and then stopped. The sound of Wildcard mumbling about gas prices could be heard and if she listened well she'd hear about how her weight was so huge- she was so obese- that she literally burned twice as much fuel as the van would otherwise.

This also gave her an opportunity to flee, and the morning sun flowed in through the van windows as they spent some time parked at a lonely desert gas station.

It was a shame then that escape was the last thing on Midnight's mind at the moment, and why would she want to? She was, as far as she knew, on the way to her dream job, and surrounded by more free food on the way there. Something she took full advantage of once she'd managed to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

The first victim of her unending hunger was the cake she had spent the night cuddling, the slightly crushed cardboard unfolding easily enough for her to put her mouth in and eat the cake directly from the box like a pig from a trough, before she grabbed a second box, and then a third.

It was only when she finished the third cake, a chocolate & lemon confection, that she realised how dry her throat was getting, and that the van was starting to slow down.

"Hey Valiant, if we're pulling in somewhere could you get me some soda? It's getting pretty dry back here," She faked a cough hoping it was enough for the unicorn to believe her. "A couple of those big bottles, please."

Wildcard heard her and once he was done recharging the van’s magical batteries she was left in silence for only a few moments before the oddly anxious stallion returned, opened the back doors, and gazed upon Midnight's beautiful obesity for as long as he could risk. She was... everything, honestly. Fat, fat, and more fat- and the way she looked up at him, lying there with her gut spread out underneath her…

There was a clear lust in that gaze, but he didn't allow himself to stare for too long, and rolled at least eight litres of soda in there before slamming the doors shut again and coming back into the cockpit.

The engine, once started, groaned as it started to pull away from the station, before the engine sputtered arrhythmically and died.

"Goddamnit," he swore, "This piece of shit just isn't enough for a mare like you."

He glanced back between the seats, grinning at Midnight as she looked up at him, her mouth buried in another box, flecks of blueberry pie filling surrounding her mouth, "Then again, I suppose the fattest mare in Canterlot would be too much for most vans."

He turned the key twice in the engine, only to met with coughs and sputtering before he thumped the dashboard with his hoof, and the engine wheezed to life again.

The sputtering of the van's engine and Valiant's words seemed to spark a fire in Midnight's gut, and despite the fact it was still grumbling and gurgling with the half digested remains of yesterday's binge, she felt emptier, and hungrier, than ever.

Pulling one of the bottles to her lips she barely looked at the label, some off-market brand that was more sugar and fizz than water, and proceeded to chug the entire thing in one long series of audible gulps, before tossing the empty plastic container over her shoulder, and seized more of the cardboard boxes that surrounded her, the stacks wobbling as she pulled boxes away with no thought as to where in the stacks they came from.

"You want to see if I can cause this thing to break down before we get to the Crystal Empire?" The sounds of gulping, chewing, belching, and wheezing echoed in the metal compartment, almost drowning out the noise of the van's screaming suspension and howling engine as Midnight devoured entire towers of food. Forcing more, ever more down into her aching and groaning stomach which bulged further with each new load of sugar and sponge. "See if I can make you try and explain why, urp, why you're broken down with a blob of fat in the back of your van to the  guard?" A pang of agony shot through her stomach as she belched again, her fat rippling with enough force to make the entire van shudder underneath her, before she started gasping for breath.

"I'm game... if you are."
> One Feast Town
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Wildcard shuddered and his eyes flashed a faint blue for a moment. Rather ominous, but thanks to where he was Midnight wasn't able to notice. "Midnight Blossom, keep talking like that and I'll make you into more than an assistant."

The stallion swallowed, and hoped that his poorly chosen words wouldn't put her off. His whole scam hinged on him convincing her there was nothing sexual to his interest, but that plan was quickly imploding in on itself with her constant flirting. The entire reason he had kidnapped her was, of course, his adoration for fat mares.

Take a fat mare, immobilize her, and then you have both a source of love, and something to love. He began to worry however, clearly not having thought this plan all the way through. What if she ended up hating him? He couldn't keep himself disguised indefinitely, and she was going to realize something was up when they arrived at his home- which was definitely not the Crystal Empire.

"Unf, omf, so what, like a partner?" Midnight lifted her head from her last victim,  the label said it was something called a snozzberry pie but as far as she could tell it was entirely made out of sugar and lard, her cheeks bulging with unswallowed food before they compressed and a resounding gulp could be heard through the van. "Valiant Midnight Bakeries sort of thing? Or did you have something else in mind?" She tried to inject as much sultriness into her voice as possible, before another belch rippled its way up her throat and out of her mouth. Leaving her flab to jiggle and shake against the metal floor.

"Just me and you in private... feeding sessions? Your hooves all over my stomach? Creamy éclairs filling me up?"

Midnight nearly killed them both as, distracted by the images her words conjured in his mind, Wildcard nearly drove them into a tree. Granted, there wa a chance she was fat enough she'd survive just about anything.

"... Midnight are you trying to flirt with me? I never expected that out of you," he soon added, "You really are something special."

Too special, apparently, as the engine bay of the van gave out one last shrieking, groaning rattle, before smoke started to rise from under the hood. Clearly this old beater wasn't quite up to the task of hauling Midnight's fat ass across the country, and soon enough it slowed and halted at the side of the road.

Wildcard swore something unintelligible, but at least they weren't far from one of the motels on the outskirts of Appleloosa.

"Well you did it," Wildcard whined, frustrated as much as turned on, "You're too damn fat for that poor 100 horsepower engine."

Midnight paused in her feasting as she looked up the back of the seats, a mix of smug satisfaction and worry on her face.

"I hope you're not planning on camping out here in the middle of nowhere until somepony comes out to find us? Not unless you have a circus tent packed away somewhere?"

Wildcard threw open the side door and stepped out. The morning was rather brisk, not as hot as it tended to get this far south, and it felt like a storm was coming. The enormous storm clouds on the horizon were proper evidence of that.

"No, I'll get us a room at the place up the road, I hope you're up for walking a few blocks," Wildcard spoke, as he threw open the rear doors of the van.

He gazed at her lovingly, looking down at that fat grey mare with a smile on his face. She really was starting to grow on him beyond what he had imagined.

"Not like I have much of a choice, is it?" She smirked back up at him before waggling one of her back hooves, the tree trunk of a leg it was attached to wobbling like jelly as she slowly pulled herself backwards out of the bed of the van. The van's suspension screaming as she first eased one rear leg out, then the other, emphasising each wiggle and jiggle as she slowly, and haltingly, shifted inches at a time, until with a final pendulous sway of her jello like ass she pulled her forelegs out of the van. Her belly thumping against the ground while the poor exhausted old clunker almost leapt into the sky as it was released of its burden.

Looking around at backwards town, a crowd of ponies staring at her bloated and adipose riddled form as she huffed and wheezed. "So where's that place you, you were talking about?"

Wildcard gestured down the road in the other direction at a low end motel. It didn't look terrible, per se, but it was clearly not the sort of place that you'd want to spend more than a night or two, and not one that expected you to for that matter.

The sound of thunder gently rolled acr- no, that was Midnight's stomach, and Wildcard turned to her with a slight blush on his disguised face as the well built and taller stallion's eyes panned over her 'curvy' form.

"Hungry, or sick? You've been stuffing yourself like a turkey since we started out," he asked, honestly curious as to what that noise meant.

He wasn’t the only one gazing at her, of course, and plenty of townsfolk were noisily commenting on how she looked like a stunted cow.

Midnight simply raised one eyebrow at him before answering. "Hungry, as if you had to ask." Her ears perked up at the sounds of the locals muttering around her and she was able to make out several of the shocked exclamations.

"Celestia, is that a pony?"; “She looks like a she ate a buffalo."; "Is that noise her stomach?"

"And I've always had a problem with ponies who talk behind other pony’s backs." She licked her lips at 'Valiant' before continuing "So what do you say to showing this town how a real mare eats before we check in? I'm famished."

Wildcard glanced around, worried his scam might be revealed, but Midnight hadn't noticed or cared that she was about a thousand kilometers south of where he said he was taking her so... damn, either she just didn't care or hadn't realized it yet.

"Fine, Midnight, but there's a storm coming..." Wildcard spoke, and looked past her towards town. "I suppose we can get lunch in," he added, and poked her fat chest as he stepped past her.

"Sounds good to me." She started to waddle after him her gut leaving a trail of sweat in the dust as she moved forwards. "Keep an eye out for a buffet, or a Hayburgers, either’s good."

Wildcard led her close, and while there weren't too many ponies out with a storm coming there were still enough for the piggish mare to draw a crowd. They gawked at her like she was part of the circus coming through town, openly staring and loudly muttering.

She had the odd effect of, more than once, causing ponies to put their snacks away or otherwise stop themselves from eating. Midnight was a waddling testament to the perils of obesity, and was already wheezing once the pair and their morbidly curious entourage entered the town proper.

"There's a griffon buffet but it only serves meat, other than that… there's a hayburger joint on the other other end of town."

Midnight's cheeks dimpled as she smiled at Wildcard her fangs glinting in the dim sunlight. "You think these are only for show, Val?" Another murmur shot through the crowd that had been gradually building around them, this one far more disgusted than the previous ones.

Wildcard briefly thought that might be part of his connection he was feeling. Midnight was a bat pony- rare and sometimes ostracized. Not to the extent of the "literally enemies of the state" changelings, but to some degree.

Combined with her obesity it meant she had no doubt spent nearly her entire life being spoken of behind her fat rear end.

"Then it's settled, we'll see how much meat you can stuff in you."

Thankfully for Midnight's almost nonexistent endurance, the griffon buffet wasn't far- and damn was it obvious. The two bull’s heads by the door and the lawfully required warning that this was a meat eating establishment made it almost as obvious as the fact the sign out front labelled this joint as the “Stuck Pig”.

A name Midnight was close to obliging as she followed Valiant through the doors, her blubbery form almost getting wedged in the door frame, before she managed to pull herself through. Flab wobbling and jiggling as she stumbled forwards.

The few customers that were in the buffet, mostly griffons although one or two bat ponies were sat in the shadier corners, all turned to stare at the morbidly obese bat pony as she lumbered along behind Wildcard over to a booth next to a window that overlooked the town’s main street, her stomach grumbling and groaning as the smell of cooked meat wafted through the building.

"You think I'm going to get back out those doors, or do you think they have a delivery bay out back?"

Wildcard shuddered, "It's not polite to tease in public," he spoke simply, as his eyes swept over her obese body. Her stomach was actually pressed against the table and her flanks oozed out across the booth seat that was sized for three ponies to sit comfortable side by side. Goddamn, what a fat useless sack of…

The servers seemed hesitant to approach the table, and Wildcard could’ve sworn he saw them start to pick straws before they approached, but eventually a female griffon pushed past the huddled group and stepped up to the pairs table, notepad in claw. "You'd think they've never seen a fat mare before- but nevermind them. Whatever you want, honey, I'll bring it to you, your health ain't my problem, just your appetite."

"Do you, do you have a menu?" Midnight was wheezing as the table pressed into her gut and squeezed against her lungs. Each shallow panting breath making her jiggle against the wooden surface. The griffoness only nodded in assent. "Then I'll take one of everything for starters."

The griffoness giggled, "Mare you ain’t the first to ask for that, but you're the first I've seen with a body that might be able to handle it," she spoke, and it's once again not clear if she was being derisive or just matter of fact about things.

She then turned her attention to Wildcard, "Let me guess- nothing for you?" she teased, and with a very strong tug yanked him out of his seat across from Midnight, pulled the table forward to give her some more space, and threw him against Midnight on the other side. "At least give your mare some space."

Which, as she turned away and left them for the moment, left him- for the first time- touching her. His body sunk into her fat, and one of his forehooves had ended up atop her belly. For the moment he was silent.

Midnight let out a gasp as the table was pushed away, the pressure against her gut disappearing, only for her stomach to burble  and rumble thunderously as 'Valiant' was shoved against her side. The flab the unicorn was sunk into rippling against him as another stentorian belch left Midnight's lips.

She could almost feel him sinking further into as they waited for the griffoness to return with Midnight's food.

"You sure you don't want something, Val. I'm sure you'd like fatty meat." She lazily shifted her forehooves onto the tabletop, a thin layer of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth as the smell of cooking meats assaulted her nostrils. "Especially when it's done well, it's so soft and juicy, and I could eat it all day."

Spotting a turn to hopefully equalize the level of teasing, Wildcard slapped his hoof to Midnight's perpetually swollen and overfed middle before he spoke, "I've got all the fat meat I need right here, Midnight, and I could never eat when there's a hungry mare that needs it more than me..." He spoke, loud enough that he could be well heard before he squished his hoof into her fat more.

He leaned into her ear, whispering softly. "Not that you need it, do you? You're fat enough you could fast for a month without starving, Pignight."

The level of disgust in the room was profuse enough that the few ponies had left, and the griffons—being carnivorous by nature—looked at Midnight the same way one might look at a hyper-obese pig. Appetizing enough to eat, but disgusting to look at.

"Oh but I do need it, look at me." Midnight pressed a hoof against her forehead dramatically, the flab around her fetlock squishing out as she pretended to swoon. "I'd waste away in a day if I didn't get anything to eat."

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, her movement had sent more of her weight pressing against 'Valiant', the unicorn's side half buried in the cascade of grumbling stomach and jiggling fat as her stomach started to rumble again, louder than before.

"Can't you hear just how starving I am. I don't think I'll be able to survive until our meal gets here."

Almost as if to spite her the server returned at that exact moment, a tray almost the size of the entire table top balanced on her back. "Everything on the money, honey, is one rack of ribs, one whole ham, one extra large steak, and one dessert cake. I won't bother a mare of your... appetite with the smaller stuff," the server spoke, almost smugly, as she looked down her beak at the two of them, before carefully shuffling her burden onto the table.

The first thing that became apparent was the lack of any cutlery, "If you get sick, just do it outside."

They were once again left alone, and Wildcard leaned on Midnight's soft shoulder. Green magic broke off a chunk of meat and stuffed it into her face to get her started, "Mmm, ever had a stallion like me with  you before?"

"Once," Midnight mumbled around the first chunk of meat before swallowing it. "Some of the colts at my school thought it'd be funny to pool all their bits together and see how much I could eat. Probably wanting to see me hurl or some horse apples like that" Another chunk of meat, this time from the pepper garnished steak floated up to her mouth where she almost lunged at it with a feral intensity, her jaws snapping it out of the air before she swallowed the entire thing without chewing.

"Joke was on them, they lost their bits, I got a free buffet, and that was the first time I got stuck in a door." One of her hooves patted her stomach, sinking in several inches.

"Midnight Blossom you vixen," Wildcard spoke, his tone matching hers- her playful and flirty nature was incredibly appealing. "I bet you just went home and ate more."

He continued to feed her, keeping his pace reasonable but quick, and the mare found herself well fed with that succulent meat. Griffons were well known to be good at cooking meat, naturally, and the rare few spots you could get it were always making a good profit.

Well, for the days that a massively obese bat pony wasn't putting everyone off. Ponies questioned her sanity, how could anypony get that fat and be happy about it? For that matter, what the hell was wrong with Valiant to enable her like this? Both of them were disgusting to the ponies and griffons watching, their relationship strange and abhorrent; and their server didn't give two shits as the second gargantuan platter was put down. The plate holding a ham the size of a smaller pony's midsection.

"Storm’s coming, we're closed in an hour and a half, so you better eat fast."

"No problem, you just keep everything coming." Midnight spoke to the griffoness who had already turned back to the kitchen, before she returned her attention to the unicorn and fixed him with the most intense stare she could muster through her puffed up cheeks.

"And you, Val, why don't you put more than your horn to use. I bet you can't wait to sink your hooves into me, to feel all of this, urp, belly squish and wobble underneath you." The ham floated up to Midnight's mouth suspended by 'Valiant''s green magic, only for her to tear a chunk out of it. Butter and grease dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she chewed. "Why don't we give those ponies outside a show?"

"Gladly," Wildcard responded, and Midnight... well, he doubted she had been force fed before, but she was experiencing it now. Meat was torn away from the ham or the rack of ribs, stuffed into her face, and then pushed down her throat with more meat. She didn't have to do anything, not move, or chew, or even really swallow as food was just forced into her obese body.

"God I hope you can still move when we're done," he commented, but upon a casual estimation... this was all probably 10-15% of her mass in food, so she would probably retain some sluggish sense of mobility.

Although... If she kept this up it would only be a matter of weeks, maybe a month total, before she lost her mobility to sheer obesity.

At that thought he just bit his lip and fed her harder, clenching his rear legs together to keep his arousal hidden from their audience.

Midnight for her part just moaned as ‘Valiant’ shoved the succulent food down her throat. The flavours of ham, steak, ribs, sausages, burgers, fish, of everything, mixing on her tongue in an unending parade of hedonism.

Each mouthful caused her stomach to bloat just a little further, her hooves to sink into her gut just a little less, that ever present hunger to abate just a little more. The unicorn's horn glowing fervently as she moaned rapturously underneath him, and the watching ponies turned away, their faces green, and their stomachs churning with bile.

Although as with everything, it had to come to an end, and the final plate clattered to to table, devoid of its prize which was now inside the obscenely obese mare’s churning gut. The sound of Midnight's stomach groaning under the sheer mass of food it had been forced to consume was almost indistinguishable from the creaking of the booth seat or the torturous noises coming from the table which was being crushed between her gut and the seat opposite.

Midnight huffed and panted, her lungs compressed under the weight of everything she had eaten, a low mumble finally passing through her lips "C, C, Cheque, please."

Wildcard had fed her with a similar enthusiasm to their eating. Ponies and griffons had commented on this- wondering what was wrong with her to like this and for that matter how disgusting it was that he wasn't just enabling her... he was literally force feeding her larger. They watched the fat mare swell up until she seemed almost ready to burst, and listened to her stomach groaning like the steel hull of a ship about to break in two- and yet he still kept on stuffing food down her mouth with more food.

Even their server seemed disgusted to some extent, her apathetic mask failing. "It's free if you promise to never do that again," she sneered at the two of them, her revulsion apparent, before she  yanked Wildcard out of the booth viciously. "Just get out before you puke or burst open or... something..." she spoke, pointedly keeping her gaze off the swollen mare.

"Your bits, urp, to lose" Midnight smirked at the server’s discomfort as she squeezed herself out of the seat, before plopping out onto the floor and moaning as her stomach no longer just brushed against the ground, but squashed against it instead. Flab pooled out around her hooves as she waddled to the door, only barely able to put two hooves on the ground at a time thanks to her inequinely bloated gut.  A pair of burly looking griffon servers waiting to help shove the whale of a pony through. If she'd had trouble getting in before, getting out without any form of assistance was unthinkable.

They may have underestimated just how much help she was going to need though, and it took another two servers, alongside the valiant sacrifice of several sticks of butter, and Wildcard working his magic from the other side before Midnight could be squeezed through the eatery's door, which promptly slammed shut behind her.

"You think, urp, think they'll want to change it to "The Stuck Bat" now?" She asked 'Valiant' as she wheezingly followed him down the street, heavy raindrops falling as the storm began to open up above them.

Wildcard led Midnight along as if in a daze. Midnight had stuffed herself enough that she left cracks in the doorway. The stone doorway. That entrance was permanently bent to some degree now, and would forever remind everyone of the gorge she had there today.

"They'll probably stop selling meat, did you see how disgusted they all were?”His voice was distant as he replayed the memories in his head, before returning to the real world. “You don't really let it get to you, do you?"

He led her at a fairly slow pace, and soon they left the town centre towards that motel. At least the rain washed the butter off of her, and he gave her a break once they reached the point where the van had broken down. Wildcard turned to her once there, and watched with a clear sense of lust as she sluggishly waddled herself forward.

God she just looked so... heavy.

Midnight slowed down a little, her pace changing from sluggish to glacial.

"I let it get to me once, back when I was in middle school." A glorping rumble came from her stomach as she waddled, and her mouth followed with a belch that drowned out the noise of distant thunder. "My parents were chubby, and I was chubbier, and it just seemed so important to have friends that I spent every day trying to not be the weird food obsessed filly that only ate, and ate, and ate, but everypony still talked behind my back, even when they said they were going to be my B.F.F's, there were still rumours of Jigglenight emptying the school cafeteria, or Pignight eating an entire buffet."

Midnight paused as she lent against the broken down van, her sheer mass causing the suspension to bow and groan simply from leaning her weight against it.

"All it did was make me unhappy, and I decided to say 'buck 'em'. If they didn't want to be friends with me for who I was, then I wasn't going to bother with what they wanted from me, and I've never been happier since."

Spotting an opportunity to tease, Wildcard approached and stuck his forehoof right into Midnight's chest fat. "So you developed a thick skin?" He spoke, and levitated out one of the few remaining bottles of soda and, despite Midnight's massively full state, uncapped it and jammed it into her mouth.

If she got this damn heavy by herself the addition of a feeder just as obsessed with her weight was certainly not going to be positive for her health, but who cared? Life was meant to be lived, and Midnight certainly lived to eat.

His hoof remained buried in her chest fat, one of his favourite parts of a fat mare actually. With that said, her weight was immense enough that he wasn’t altogether sure if that was her chest fat, or he was actually poking her swollen stomach.

Draining the bottle dry before spitting it out, the plastic bottle bounced off her flab before rolling under the van, Midnight stared at the stallion, her eyes lidded and almost sultry.

"You make that pun again, Val, and I'll bury you underneath me." She stepped forward towards him trying to stand as tall and threateningly as possible, muted whispers from the town ponies worrying if they were about to see the freakish unicorn crushed by his equally abhorrent marefriend. "Or maybe I'll do it anyway," leaning forward to press against him she whispered in his ear. "You'd love that wouldn't you? Completely buried under my gut, surrounded by flab. Engulfed and crushed by my hunger just like everything you've been shoving down my throat."

Wildcard shuddered, "I prefer being on top, but with a mare like you? Mmfff, keep teasing me and I might just let you do that."

He leaned into her ear, whispering again. "Crushed by your fat, barely able to breathe, unable to move, but that's what your life is like every day isn't it?" He spoke, and slapped her chest before stepping off and leaving her to wobble- and belch, for that matter, as his slap wobbled her internally as well.

"Let's get a room, Midnight, I'm starting to get annoyed by ponies staring at us."

"Me too," she muttered as they started off again,  Wildcard slowly leading the way as she huffed and puffed, and waddled along behind him, her entire body quivering with each ponderous step. Before she wheezed loudly enough for all the ponies watching the pair to hear, a lecherous smirk on her face "Although do you think they'd like to watch? They've been doing so ever since we got here after all."

Wildcard decided to play on this, teasing Midnight even as he spoke ostensibly to insult her. He led her slowly enough that even with her poor shape she could still speak in response.

"What sane pony would watch a mare so filled with food she's ready to burst open, wheezing just to walk, break a bed? I bet you'd have a heart attack doing it you useless fat sack of bloated bat pony," he spoke, "How fat are you? Six hundred, seven hundred? I've raised cows that are lighter than you." He glanced around at the crowd of aghast ponies, sensing his chance to strike. "But if anyone wants, I could just mount her right here if you perverts want to see what pigs mating looks like."

Midnight found herself laughing as the entire crowd, to a pony, turned and fled. Huge, gut shaking, belly laughs spilling forth as the panicked stampede disappeared down the street, leaving only the noise of raindrops, distant thunder, and her own grumbling, groaning belly to echo out in the silence left in the mob's absence.

"Repressed buckers can't take the idea of two ponies mating." She panted between each bout of almost gut busting laughter. "You'd think they'd have stronger stomachs seeing as the only thing to do out here is each other." Letting her laughter die down, Midnight started waddling towards the motel again, the bright green neon sign glowing under the stormy grey sky as the rain came down heavier.

"Come on, I need a nap, but you need your reward for being so generous first."

"Reward?" Wildcard inquired almost immediately. Oh he saw the insinuation, alright, but he had never expected Midnight to be so... sexual. There was an appealing breath of fresh air to it all; she almost seemed like she had broken all of societies barriers and just did what she pleased.

She was a 600 pound obese form of a Nietzschean Ubermare, and he followed along behind her, gazing at her swollen ass.

"How much do you weigh anyway?" he asked, as they came into the parking lot and close to the double doors. "You can't be a pound under six hundred."

Being a proper stallion, he opened the door for her, and gave her a solid slap on the ass as he passed her.

"Do I look like I can step on a set of scales?"  Midnight chuckled as she watched pass her by. "My doctor's set topped out at 700 lbs though, and he said he was going to get some that were rated for even heavier loads after those couldn't measure me" Taking a step forward she pushed herself into the open doorway, only to find herself stuck, again."

"Hope you saved some of that butter, or do you think you can give a mare a hoof?" She wiggled an outstretched hoof at him, the tree trunk like limb, barely bending enough for her to lift it from the floor.

The clerk had as of yet not noticed them, as she sat behind a desk and had her middle-aged eyes trained on a television that was somehow still getting a staticy signal even through the storm.

"Midnight, I'm not taking you to a doctor until you get heart problems, damn fools would probably demand you lose weight," Wildcard spoke, and took her hoof with a firm grip, and gave it an equally firm yank. "Getting stuck in double doors are you?"

"Only for you." Midnight winked at him, before he pulled her free of the door, and she stumbled forwards, right on top of the unicorn, burying him in her flab. The sudden commotion catching the attention of the motel's clerk.

"...Can I help you, miss?" The clerk stared at the jiggling, wobbling, panting form of Midnight, entirely unable to see 'Valiant''s head poking out from underneath her.

"Just, a moment to, catch my breath" Midnight replied, wheezing as heavily as she could before leaning down to whisper in Wildcard's ear.

"So I may not have paid enough attention in geography to actually get an A+, but I know there's no deserts between Canterlot and the Crystal Empire." Licking her lips she stared down at the trapped stallion. "You want to tell me what's actually happening before I take a step forward, and we see how long it takes these ponies to move me from on top of you?"

Wildcard was aroused to the point Midnight could feel something rather hard poking into her the folds of her underbelly. His mind was melted with the sheer pleasure of what was happening, and he honestly saw no reason to keep the truth from her- and his bluntness had the result of making it easy to play off as a joke as well.

"I'm a changeling, and I'm going to feed you into an immobile blob of a love battery," He whispered up at her, and then sighed deeply. Damn her weight was... amazing. He was a pretty fit stallion and her weight was absolutely crushing. He could only imagine it on her. Every step, every movement, every action she made was a constant reminder of the huge amounts of fat coating her body.

"... You wanna break a livestock scale, Midnight? We can make it happen..."

The clerk, oblivious to everything that was happening before of course, just rolled her eyes. "Take your time, wouldn't want your heart giving out..."

"I like you Val, I really do, but you're thinking too small." Midnight rolled a little further forwards, her blubber moving forward like a tsunami of molasses, thick, heavy, and dense. "Why stop at a livestock scale? They've got to weigh dragons somehow, and I think you can tell just how much I don't care for there to be anything bigger than me." Midnight's panting grew heavier as she ground herself against the trapped changeling. Her fat shifting and rubbing against him as he panted in return.

"If you think you can make that happen, I'll follow you no matter where that road leads."

"Midnight, I'll make you the heaviest living thing ever" Wildcard returned simply, and then wiggled free one hoof to slap her gut. "Now let me up, I think you could actually kill me if you tried."

Which was... darkly erotic. Midnight was heavy enough that Wildcard could nearly feel his ribs cracking and his own breathing was becoming much, much, more difficult.

Midnight shuffled a step backwards, the flood of adipose retreating away from Valiant's chin just enough to let him pull himself out from underneath her  stomach and check his disguise over for any damage to the glamour. "Oh, I'm not going to do that, I like you too much for that Vally," she smiled flirtatiously, before her expression darkened, turning as stormy as the skies outside and she leaned in to whisper in his ear quietly enough that the clerk couldn't hear them. "Although if this whole thing is another ruse, I might just see how much weight you can actually hold before I get a squashed bug."

Valiant took that opportunity to whisper back. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Pignight, don't you know... I can be anyone you want," he spoke, and slapped her gut again before stepping towards that desk.

"I hope you've got pretty strong beds- because we'll take a room, for the night, and I'm pretty sure this fat piggy here needs some loving."

The clerk squinted at both of them, but unlike the server earlier she really was just apathetic. Bits were exchanged, a key was given, and Wildcard turned back to Midnight, pushing her mass aside to open the door again.

Their room was, thankfully, on the ground floor. There was no way Midnight was climbing any stairs in her condition, and there was equally no chance the the rickety wood edifice would have been able to hold even a portion of her bulk. Wildcard threw open the door and stepped behind Midnight. His strength was never more obvious as it was now when he shoved her jello-mass through with one solid push.

Midnight lumbered forwards a couple more steps, the force of Valiant's shove  causing her flab to wobble heavily, the heavy rain from the short walk from the office to their room had soaked her coat enough that it was plastered to her body, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as she stared at Valiant, who had followed her into the room slamming the door shut behind him. Midnight's eyes were lidded with lust, and a blush was growing on her wobbling cheeks.

"Well now, that you've got me in here, what does the big, bad, bug intend to do with little old me?"

Valiant soon vanished, and with a crisp flash of green light, was replaced with an equally sized—and more muscular—black changeling. His eyes glowed a faint blue, and altogether there was a subtle sense of danger here. Changelings were de-facto enemies of ponies, and while not every person on each side was full of as much hate as either society said, there was still a sense Midnight was in a dangerous spot.

His first action was to slap her side, hard, and then his wings buzzed when she wobbled and sloshed with the impact. "Get that fat fucking plots on the bed, Midnight. I want my reward, and you're going to do what only you can."

He gave her a solid shove in that direction, and almost pushed her over.

"Oh like this?" Midnight turned to the bed, a cheap looking plywood and cotton thing that looked as though it was barely capable of holding two regular ponies together, let alone a mare of her sheer immensity, before she lifted a single hoof and struggled to place it on the covers, panting and wheezing while her stomach groaned and glorped with each exaggerated, jiggling, swaying movement.

"Do you think it can even hold me?" She asked, as innocently as possible, her flabby neck bunching up as she turned her head to look backwards at Valiant. Or more accurately at the massive, throbbing tower that hung from under his chitinous barrel.

Wildcard leaned back, put his hooves behind his head, and applied his magic to stroke himself. His face grinned at her lecherously, "That's a good pig, you keep teasing me like that. It's all you’re good for anyway; eating, getting perverted fat fetishists like me off... that's all your life is, isn't it? You're just fat," he teased, pushing her humiliation buttons the best her could.

"And I think I fucking love you for it," he added, and yanked open the small fridge with his magic.

It wasn't well stocked—obviously—but it still held a few cans of soda, which was at least something, and Wildcard placed them all on the bed randomly. Considering how full Midnight was, even these small things were going to be difficult.

"C'mon now, get me off, piggy. Show me what a blue ribbon fatass you are."

"There isn't a ribbon that could hold all of this." Midnight spoke as lowly as she could, before hefting her other forehoof onto the bed. The cheap wood creaking and groaning as her bubbling stomach pressed into the frame, an echoing belch coming from her mouth and making her flabby form quiver as if it was made out of nothing but jello.

Still staring at Valiant as he leaned back, adding his hooves to the magic that was slowly stroking up and down his shaft, one of her forehooves grabbed a can, and hefted it to her mouth. "Thank you for the drink though, Valiant, you wouldn't believe just how parched I am after walking so far today" Her other hoof grabbed the oversized tab, the flab around her fetlock getting in the way for a second before she ripped it open, and poured the contents down her open mouth in one long chug.

"Ooooh, can... can you hear that, Val?" Her stomach groaned and gurgled with an unprecedented fury as the fizzy soda washed into it, bubbles churning through the half-digested day-long feast. "I don't, urp, think I can take much more." Midnight moaned, her tail flicking limply back and forth as she attempted to lazily spread her scent through the room. Another can was lifted to her mouth as she struggled to lift one  of her rear hooves onto the now dangerously creaking bed. All four wooden legs bowing out dangerously under the impossible amount of weight they were being forced to accept while her flab spilled over the edges, folding over enough to almost entirely conceal the mattress from Valiant’s sight. "But that's not... going to stop me." A third can, the second to last, was lifted to her mouth as her stomach grew ever more frenzied, alongside the changeling's hooves, which had almost become a blur up and down his length. Valiant’s wings were buzzing furiously as he stroked himself, green fluid dribbling down his shaft in luminescent streams.

"I'll take everything... you give me," a stentorian belch came out of her mouth, as the the third can fell empty to the ground, clanking against its fellow drained victims of this twisted mare's pure obsession with making more of herself. "And I'll take more... than that... and I don’t think... I’ll ever stop.”

The remaining can came to her mouth as her final hoof came up onto the bed, her entire mass resting on the beleaguered furniture; the noise of the wooden frame as it cracked and splintered filled the room as she slurped from the can as loudly, as lewdly as possible, before it fell from her lips to land on the floor with a hollow clank.

For one moment the sound of Midnight’s groaning stomach and the wet slapping of of Wildcard’s hooves were the only noise in the room before, with a single, hideous, protracted crack, the cheap furniture finally gave up and collapsed underneath Midnight’s sheer mass. The wooden legs splintering and the metal frame bending under her stomach as she simply ploughed through them, to crash against the ground. The entire room shook as she landed, her flabby body wobbling like jello in an earthquake as the impact gave her stomach the final bit of impetus it needed to finally rebel against the inequine amount it had been forced to hold. She could taste the acrid sting of bile in the back of her throat as the half-digested meal sloshed, bubbled, and tried to claw its way back out of this insane mare as she fought to keep it contained. Her twisted sense of pride and lust not letting her lose any of the mass that had helped her achieve her goal of crushing furniture beneath her bulk, and she could feel fluid dribbling down her thighs as her tail flagged upwards at the thought of just how stuffed she was.

Wildcard simply couldn’t hold back any more as his horn blazed with green fire and his hooves pumped up and down with all the speed they could muster, before with a single almost feral, groan of lust his cock erupted. Green fluid shot across the room to splatter against Midnight’s gelatinous plot cheeks, the strange mixture running down her rump in rivulets of green. Several more shots arcing through the air to paint her plot before his climax petered out.

The undisguised changeling was panting just as heavily as the piggish bat pony while the two of them lay there in the wreckage of the motel room, broken furniture and seminal fluid scattered across the ground between them, the sound of thunder and rain crashing against the building the only sign of the outside world as the two stared into each other's eyes.

"Come over here Val... this bed's no… no good, so you get… get to sleep on me instead." She winked, the scent of her arousal filling the air and her tail hitched high, before the panting changeling pounced on to her back. His body sinking into her flab as if she was some sort of living waterbed, and he could feel her pounding heartbeat and wheezing lungs as he pressed himself deeper into her flab. The sound of Midnight’s sloshing, grumbling stomach and Wildcard’s buzzing wings drowning out the noise of the storm outside them as they fell asleep together.
> The Morning After the Night Before
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Midnight groaned as she started to wake up. Slumber leaving her in fits and starts as the rumbling of her stomach and the sound of her laboured breathing brought her back into consciousness.

"Must, must've been a real good night, huh" She yawned before patting her belly, which rumbled softly in response, the flabby flesh jiggling around her hoof as it sank in further than the day before. All of the food she'd devoured over the last day already having been broken down enough to make more of her.

It was only when her stomach paused groaning for a second that she realised it wasn't just her making all the noise, and she twisted her head back against the entangling folds of her neck to look at the snoring changeling on her back. A soft smile playing over her lips for a second before she lifted a wing from her side and, fighting against the rolls of back fat that kept her from lifting it all the way to make a proper flapping motion, not that she'd been able to fly for years, started to stroke it up and down 'Valiant''s sides.

"Wakey, wakey, Val."

Wildcard awoke with a start, surprised into wakefulness and fluttering his wings rapidly enough that he rose into the air slightly and looked down at the massive grey beast of a mare with searching eyes. Changelings, naturally, were notoriously paranoid and easy to startle, but it didn't take long for his lizard brain to realize that the morbidly obese mare wasn't much of a threat.

Not unless you were a buffet.

His wings ceased buzzing, and he fell the half foot back onto her. Her body wobbled and jiggled around his impact on landing, and his hooves sank in almost an inch further into her flab than yesterday.

He was soon hugging it, his forelegs spreading out to hold as much of the mare as he could. "Mmm, there is nothing like waking up to find a warm mare under you..."

He gently kneaded her back, massaging the area around her wing joints before he lay down and yawned slightly. "You make a good bed."

"And you make a good blanket, Val," Midnight spoke, "but this bed needs a wash." Midnight's body jiggled as she put her hooves underneath her bulk and heaved herself upright, huffing and panting for breath, the added weight of the changeling on her back barely noticable over the normal effort it took for her to stand upright.

"What do you say to joining me in the shower, and then we can get breakfast, and then once we've done the important things you can tell me how you're going to sweep me off my hooves and take me away from the one horse town."

"Oh please, you think we can both fit in there?" Valiant quirked an eyebrow at her as he gestured at the tiny bathroom, a sliver of a shower that even a normal pony would uncomfortably cramped visible through the open door.

“Yes.”

Wildcard slipped off her, giving her ass a pinch as he did. "Please, mare, you'll be lucky if you can fit in the shower by your lonesome, and I've got to make a call anyway. So you go wash up..."

His form shifted, once again bathed in green flame as he changed to his Valiant disguise, "... and I'm going to call the only stallion with a truck strong enough to haul your fat ass."

Midnight chuckled at 'Valiant' as he spoke. "Okay, but you're choosing to skip out on getting to run your hooves all over me, choosing not to tease my wet body, to not rub into my deepest folds." She leaned in closer and closer, her lidded eyes fixed on Valiant's as she spoke, before she lumbered forward one last step and planted a kiss on the tip of his snout, a tiny dribble of green magic fading from lips to his horn. "You go make your call, Val, and try not to think about what you're missing too much."

She turned around and squeezed her way through the doorway to the room's bathroom, her flab squashing around the frame now that she was no longer packed solid with food, before the door clicked sht and the sound of running water could be faintly heard

"Midnight Blossom," Wildcard spoke, as he stared at the closed door, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his nose where Midnight had kissed him. "You are a tease."

Her rear end would have gotten a heck of a slap on her way out if there hadn't been a door between them, and 'Valiant' soon left the room to call his friend as well as order a trashy looking breakfast for her. Once she was done cleaning up it was all set, and Wildcard had laid out the bacon and eggs for 'two' on the table.

The stallion himself was busy looking out the now-open window, and the ruins of the bed were quite obviously highlighted by the morning sun. The signs of devastation readily apparent to any observer, although thankfully the green stains that might’ve raised some uncomfortable questions had evaporated overnight.

It was peaceful, almost like the normal life of a travelling pony, at least until the bathroom door creaked open and Midnight almost sauntered out. Her weight turning what was supposed to be an alluring sashay into a series of jigging, quivering, wobbling fat that her wet fur did nothing to hide, plastered against her stretched and dimpled skin as it was. Staring at Valiant and licking her lips while she made her way over to the ruined mattress, before plopping down on her stomach which gurgled quietly at the sudden impact.

"Breakfast in bed, Valiant? You really shouldn't have." She sing-songed before her hooves patted her growling gut. "Why don't you come over here and make sure I eat it all up"

Valiant tugged the curtains shut, before his disguise vanished once again, and his wings thrummed against his back. "My name's Wildcard, Midnight," he spoke, and levitated up the first plate of food as he approached her and looked down at her.

Soon enough she was being stuffed forcefully with bacon and eggs with equal measure, the plates orbiting around Wildcard’s horn, before mixed chunks of food shot off to stuff her mouth, and his free hooves groped at her chest fat. "I am going to make you so, so fat, Midnight. You're all mine now..."

He squeezed and squished that copious fat as she was fed, having quite a bit of fun with the sheer mass of it all.

Midnight grunted as a hoofful of eggs was forced past her jaws and straight down into her cavernous gut, the organ roaring as its appetite was awoken by the breakfast flooding into her, and she panted between mouthfuls.

"There's nopony's, ulp, fat little piggy, omf, I'd rather be, mmph" Her tongue flicked out around her mouth, licking up flecks of bacon and eggs as Wildcard floated over another plate, alongside a gallon sized carton of full-fat milk.

"Oink for me, pig," Wildcard demanded, as she had consumed two plates of bacon and eggs and the entire gallon of milk. His hooves explored her obese body, forcefully prodding and groping at the massive and heavy deposits of adipose that coated every inch of her.

"I don't know if I love you, or I just love your fat," he commented, and released the gut-fat he had been holding up.

Midnight wheezed as Wildcard released his hold on her stomach, before with an ominous grumble, her lips parted and she belched full force into his face, the strange, fin-like mane he had flapping in the gale of her rancid breath.

"Oink, oink, Wildcard, fill your piggy up, fill me until I'm nothing but fat and a mouth, fill me until there's no part of me you can't love. Fill me until I'm the biggest piggy you've ever imagined."

Wildcard slapped her belly, the wall of flab gurgling in response, "In time, pig, but for now we've got to load your fat ass onto a truck and get you to my little ranch."

He kissed her on a fat cheek, and then stepped away from her to regain his disguise again. "Just going to be you and me from now on, Midnight, and a few cows- I bet they're going to be jealous of you."

He glanced back at her, "It's not natural for a mare to be as heavy as you are, you know."

"If I wanted to be a natural pony I'd go live on the savannah and eat raw grass." Midnight snorted derisively as she heaved herself to her hooves again, her laboured breathing a result of both her sheer weight and the faint blush of arousal just visible on her cheeks.

"I thought bats ate fruit and blood," Wildcard commented, but shrugged, it didn't matter much considering just how disgusting Midnight's diet was now.

Wildcard opened the door, and stepped back. "Mares first, Midnight," he spoke, and gave her a chance before slapping her ass with enough force that it actually pushed her forward a bit and left a stinging impression on her massive rear.

"You just want to stare at this plot as it jiggles." She responded, slowly shifting her weight from side to side as she pulled her way through the door. Her entire body wobbling with enough force to audibly smack against the doorframe with each shake, the cheap wood shuddering and creaking as she pulled her way through.

"So how long do you think your friend is going to be?" Midnight turned around to watch as Valiant pulled the door to their room shut behind him.

Wildcard was soon out after her, "About ten minutes," he spoke and almost immediately heads turned towards them. Midnight had already made a name for herself after yesterday, and from the looks of things a few ponies had actually been waiting for them to come out of the room. Simply to see the town’s newest circus freak.

They weren't altogether too shy to stare and gawk, amidst comments of "She's even fatter," and a few wondering how she could even live with herself.

Wildcard of course played on this, and slapped a hoof to her her shoulders and used her own massive body as support so his other forehoof could grip her gut fat.

"She's all mine colts, all eight-hundred pounds of her."

"I'm fairly sure it's more, 'Val'. I mean I had to eat what, a hundred pounds worth of meat yesterday, and that's not counting what was in your van." She licked her lips as she stared out over the crowd. Ponies shuddering and flinching away as her gaze swept over them as if she was going to attempt to eat them next.

"You think there's anything left in there? All that bacon and eggs was just a warmup for this little piggy after all, and I'm sure these ponies would love to see more of me before we go."

Wildcard played on this, and pointed to the second fattest mare around. She was fairly curvy, chubby even, and looked absolutely horrified, flinching back at Wildcard’s attention. "Why not go for some fresh meat?" He spoke, audible enough—and backed by a growl of Midnight's gut—that a fair few of those ponies wondered if he wasn't actually serious.

Could she? It was honestly up in the air, who knew what this insane bat pony could do!

He took the time to whisper into her ear following this, "How about we go drain the soda machine in the lobby?"

"I could certainly drain something" Midnight replied, loudly enough for the crowd to hear. Her gaze locked on the mare that Wildcard had gestured to. The tan mare backing away horrified as Midnight took a slow lumbering step forward. Her stomach growling like a beast ripped from Tartarus itself and her fangs gleaming in the morning sun.

"After all, food's best when it's fresh."

Her words were enough to break the crowd for the second time in as many days, ponies stampeding away screaming, before she chuckled again, and followed Valiant into the Motel's lobby.

The same clerk—had they even slept the night before?—was at the counter, staring at the same staticy television. "Y’all best find another place, management banned you and left it to me to tell you." The mare sighed, and flicked along the static-filled channels. "Something about not wanting to serve farm animals I guess."

Wildcard paid her no mind, and gestured over to the soda dispenser to the side. One of the simplest machines, it mixed water with syrup and dispensed it. And opening the machine to get at the syrup reservoir wasn't altogether difficult.

"There must be ten gallons in there," Wildcard noted idly as he stepped towards the machine. "Ten gallons of nearly pure sugar. Only an insane..."

He turned to Midnight, and slapped his hoof into her chest, forcing a small burp from her lips. "Food addicted, hedonistic, disgustingly broken sack of fat could possibly even think of drinking that. You'd have to be out of your mind to actually try it..."

"Well now I've got to do it, think of what would happen if somepony like that actually came along and did such a disgusting,” Midnight took a  heavy step forward, her eyes locked onto the machine. “Vile,” another ponderous step, “inequine,” she licked her lips as her stomach roared, “blatantly unhealthy thing." Midnight panted as she finished speaking, squeezing her her tree-trunk like thighs together as she watched Valiant lift the front of the machine off, before he levered the reservoir over to her, and offered the dangling feed hose to her lips like it was a straw.

"They'd blow up like a balloon of a mare, so filled with fat and sugar they wouldn't be able to move," her lips wrapped around the hose before she gave a long pull and the level of syrup in the container dropped by an inch, "they'd barely be able to breath" another pull, a dollop of syrup escaped from the corner of her mouth, and dribbled it's way down her chins. "They’d just have to lay there, drinking more and more, getting fatter and unhealthier, until they needed help to, do, anything." Midnight accompanied each pause for breath with another gulp of syrup, her burning cheeks bulging as the sugary goop flooded her mouth, and oozed down her throat in a deluge of pure hedonism.

"Stop talking," Wildcard spoke simply, and reached out to grab the hose and firmy, forcibly, keep it in her mouth. Midnight had to either breathe through her nose—or outright finish everything—before he'd show her stomach any mercy.

The clerk was, as always, apathetic, speaking monotonously as she watched the two ‘ponies’ from the corner of her eye. "That's pretty disgusting you know, that stuff ain't good for you even mixed with water. Something's wrong with that mare." They noted, their voice monotone as always even as they put a voice to the obvious.

Wildcard snorted, "She's a useless sack of lard only good for eating, and she knows it. Why hide it? Not like she even can hide it now, can she?" He returned, and rubbed the swelling curve of her obese belly with his other hoof.

A roll of the eyes in response, "Just don't come crying to me when she has a heart attack."

Midnight sucked at the hose in her mouth as if it was a lifeline, her heart hammering in her chest with each drawn out gulp, and her eyes were fixed on the container, watching the level of syrup plummet with each painful, desperate gulp, until she was drawing on nothing but air. She sucked on the empty hose one last time, her intake crumpling the plastic container from the inside before she let the hose fall from her mouth and released a belch loud enough to rattle the office's windows in their frames.

"Why... why would I, urp, cry to you? I want this." She wheezed at the clerk who just shrugged nonchalantly. "Come on, 'Valiant', your friend should be getting here soon, and we wouldn't want to keep him waiting as you push all of this," she shook her stomach, the ball of flab quivering and slapping against itself with the noise of panicked birds taking off , "through such a tiny double door."

A third roll of the eyes, "You two are freaks." The clerk commented simply and gestured towards the doors, before returning their attention to the TV.

Wildcard led, Midnight followed, and her overfilled body sloshed audibly with each laboured step. "Midnight do you have any idea how much I've wanted a mare who can drink enough to slosh? God I just... I just want to push your fat ass over and rut you right here like an animal."

The look he had in his eyes, and the scent wafting out from his body, spoke to the truth to that statement, and once she—of course—got stuck in the doors he yanked her out with a surprisingly anxious strength.

This left them pressed right up against each other, and he leaned down over her. "When we get to my home, I'm putting my dick in your belly button."

Midnight just winked back at him as she pressed her weight against him, the disguised changeling's hidden strength barely enough to support her as she did so.

"Why wait until, until we get to your home, your friend’s truck is right there and, urp, nopony but him is going to be able to watch us." She gestured at the impatient looking earth pony in the truck's cab, before waddling heavily over the the multi-wheeled trailer and hefting her front hooves up onto its bed. Letting Wildcard watch as her sloshing belly squashed out underneath her, drooping from the trailer’s bed to hang barely 6 inches from the ground.

"It's a long ride, and I need something to, to keep me filled, 'Val'." She finished as she hefted herself into the truck's bed. Wildcard following her, before the engine roared to life and the sounds of moaning and sloshing could be heard echoing backwards through the town, even as the truck and it's uniquely abhorrent occupants faded to nothing more than a speck on the horizon.
> Life on the Flab Frontier
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Thankfully for Midnight Blossom, her supreme weight and size were no match for this aging rustbucket of a truck. It was built in the time when cast-iron wasn't just for the kitchen, and her seven odd hundred pounds of massive chronic obesity were nothing for it. Although it did ride a little lower to the dirt path.

They had soon enough left town, and were taken down a long and lonely dirt path towards what Wildcard explained to be his home, a ranch. It wasn’t something that many ponies liked to think about, and the authorities ignored mostly on principle, but if one wanted to lay low and hide their identity ranching in Equestria was perfect. He was given a wide berth, nopony ever cared to come visit this far out of town, and he was able to generate a decent amount of bits with both milk, eggs, and meat.

The sky was still overcast from last night, but quickly clearing, and about an hour after she had boarded—and Wildcard had dumped a load of fizzing green seminal fluid into her navel—they arrived.

The ranch itself was fairly low key. The closest building was a classic three storey home, and two larger structures, a barn and a large warehouse-esque storage shed, were a ways away. Beyond that, a large plain of grass was left open, surrounded by fences, for the raising of cows.

Wildcard's friend exited the cab and turned towards them, "Alright freakshow, you can consider us even now and I'm not hauling that pig back to town when she eats herself to death."

The muscled, and rather large, stallion rolled his eyes as he pulled the truck's tailgate open. "What you see in fat mares I will never know."

"Says the colt with a truck fit for hauling cows" Midnight spoke as she pulled herself from the truck's bed, her sloshing stomach only now starting to quiet down after the ocean of syrup she had forced into herself. The sex hadn't helped matters at all there either and the air around the truck had either been shaking with her belching or filled with her moans as Wildcard finally had a chance to pay her back for all of the teasing she had inflicted on him in the last two days. "Or are you telling me you've never hauled a heifer back to your place for some fun..." She let the last word sink in with a lick of her lips.

That stallion just rolled his eyes again, "I haul 'em in for grinding down into hamburger, and if you're trying to gross me out you're going to have a tough time," he spoke, and rammed his hoof right into Midnight's fat chest. "My mama was twice the size you are, you ain't nothin'."

Wildcard was out after Midnight, and nimbly left down to stand beside the short and fat mare. He was about to speak, but was cut off. "Now don't ask me to do this again, I've got enough problems without the folks in town thinking I'm enabling some sort of freakish sex cult out here."

He slammed the door to the truck's cab, and hit the gas. Soon enough the two were alone, and the only sound was crickets, the drip of water from the roof, and Midnight's woefully abused digestive system.

Midnight just stared at the truck as it moved over the horizon, resting herself on her stomach like it was giant bean bag, to take the weight of just standing there off of her legs. "Charming colt, huh." She tilted her head at the slowly disappearing dust cloud.

"He married his second cousin, welcome to rural Equestria," Wildcard returned.

"So you wanna give me the tour, or we just gonna  get me clean so you can get me dirty again." She almost purred the last few words, a hoof patting her belly near a thin trail of green fluids had run from her belly button and soaked into her fur.

Wildcard stepped up to her, slapped his hoof against her belly to collect some of his own juice, and then stuffed that into Midnight's face. It would taste quite like soda and was fizzy, and the overall sensation was odd, like drinking warm, salty soda.

"The tour, Midnight," he soon spoke, sighing with slight relief as he abandoned his disguise.

"Mmm" Midnight leaned over a little, removing her legs from the shelf of her gut so she could waddle after Wildcard. "So where do we start? The barn, the milking stalls, the house, or the basement where your 'freaky sex cult' keeps all the bad little cows they've brought from all over Equestria so they can stuff 'em and fuck 'em?" A heavy belch interrupted her, her lips and cheeks shaking and jiggling with the explosion of sickly sweet smelling air. "I know where I'd like to start."

"The barn, Midnight, because that's where the only scale that could manage you this side of Manehatten is." Wildcard explained as he started forwards, before he glanced back at Midnight who was just standing there, her eyes slightly glazed over. "... you're fantasizing about getting so fat you break freight scales aren't you? You're a freak, Midnight."

"Says the changeling who wants to see me get there." Midnight spoke as her eyes returned from the middle distance, and she started to lumber slowly after Wildcard.

In any case they eventually reached the doors of the barn, and Wildcard threw them open just as the sun crested the mountains and the clouds broke. It lit the inside spectacularly, and the two rows of languid cows paid them no mind.

"Pfft, freight scales, smeight scmales," Midnight answered as she gazed at the cows, just standing there in their cramped stalls, lazily chewing cud or mooing placidly as their owner led their newest 'sister' into the barn. The heavy smell of hay and milk surrounded her and the brief pang of envy pulled at her heart. She was born to be a cow, but cursed to be a pony and she couldn't have lived the way they did, just accepting what they were given. She wanted more. She needed more. "I want there to be no question of whether or not there's something heavier than me. Whether that's ponies, cows, gryphons,  dragons, freight, or buildings."

"Midnight Blossom," Wildcard started, and stepped past her to turn on a light at the back of the barn that shone down on the large metal livestock scale. Polished metal gleaming under the light despite the obvious signs of regular use, hoofmarks, scuffed metal, and the slight bend to the metal sides that were supossed to keep whatver was being weighed on the platform. "The heaviest dragon to live weighed two thousand tons," he spoke, and spun around beside the metal platform.

"Get on the scale, Cow, and let's see how far we are from that."

The other cows noticed her, of course, but being barely sentient milk producing sacks of meat they weren't doing much. This was their life; stay here, maybe mill around the field, eat and sleep. Eventually, they became hamburger.

Wildcard briefly wondered how much money the fat off a mare as big as Midnight could get, but it was a rather dark thought he forced to the back of his mind.

"You sure that can take me, I mean" A hoof slapped her stomach, the adipose wobbling with the motion as she stepped heavily forwards, "It's only been rated for cows."

Panting and wheezing for effect she stepped forwards on to the scales, the twin dials, one visible to her and one for Wildcard, leaping from their resting position to swing up and and up and up, going past six hundred, and then seven hundred, and then seven-fifty only to end up resting at eight hundred and two pounds.

Wildcard's wings buzzed as he stared at that number- combined with the effects her teasing had been having on him he was driven into almost a frenzy and soon leapt towards her, shoving the mare harshly to flop on her side as the scale went to nine hundred and fifty. Wildcard was barely anything compared to her.

He held her down and leaned over her, "You... you hyper-obese piggish slob, you're so fat and so... so out of shape. You're breaking yourself, and ruining your body..."

His hoof sank in deeply and he leaned in close. "I'm going to feed you so much you'll beg me to stop."

"You," Midnight huffed as the changeling slammed into her, her blubber doing nothing to mitigate the impact and instead driving the air from her lungs as all her fat pressed down on her from a new angle, the crushing weight that she had lived with since starting her slow, inexorable, wheezing march to hyper obesity pressing down against her in an entirely new way. "You think I'll beg... you to stop feeding me?" She wheezed, her cheeks flushing red as she tried to squirm underneath Wildcard, waves of blubber cascading against his intruding hoof.

"You'll beg me to stop... you'll beg me to give... give you a break... you'll beg me just so... just so you can have a moment's rest... from my appetite... that you unleashed, bug boy." She tried to lever her head up against the ring of flab that was her neck and mash her lips against his, her moaning as she gasped for breath through the kiss as loud as the sound of groaning steel beneath the pair of them and the lowing of the cows who were watching the pair with idle stupidity.

"Nice try, fatass. It's a little hard to act in charge when you're a wheezing weak fat-mass. I'm in charge, and don't you forget it, pig." Wildcard spoke, and drew back a hoof to deliver a hard, stinging, slap to her fat-swollen middle.

"God, you must be a masochist to ruin yourself like this. Look at you, you're just a walking blob of fat. It must weigh you down, crush you; you've got five of me on your back after all."

He pushed off of her, and stepped towards one of the cows. They were quite a good deal larger and certainly Midnight underweighed them, and soon she found out by how much.

"This heifer is twelve hundred pounds, Midnight. Jealous?"

Midnight just stared at the scale, for all her posturing and teasing that she was already a cow, she hadn't been ready for the sheer scale of the things once they were released from their stalls and in her face. Most of them loomed over her by a head or two, and some even managed to stand taller than Wildcard, their heavy pendulous guts bloated and audibly churning with cud, and hanging udders sloshing with milk.

A burning desire filled her as the thoughts started to sink in, and the sting of jealousy did land, sinking past the fat armour she had wound around her heart, before her jaw set and her eyes hardened, staring at the placid heifer who was entirely unaware of the storm she had just created in the bat pony’s stomach.

"I won't be for long."

Wildcard grinned at her, a toothy grin that showcased his fangs. For all of his calling Midnight a freak- he certainly was one too by Equestrian standards. Hardened black carapace, strong muscles, and buzzing wings. His pupilless blue eyes had a faint glow, and were Midnight a regular mare she'd recall all the social conditioning to be scared of him.

"Good, now get up on those tree trunks you call legs so we can continue the tour, I think you earned yourself a snack," Wildcard directed, and left her to get herself up as he gleefully watched her struggle to her hooves, a red flush showing through her dark coat.

"Just a snack?" Midnight faux-whined as she waddled after the changeling, her eyes never quite leaving the cows that stood in their stalls and watched the two of them pass. "I've been doing so much walking and it's been so long since breakfast." Her stomach's grumbling only adding weight to her words, as though more weight needed to be added to anything about her. "I'm wasting away here."

Wildcard stopped her once outside and spun around, jamming his hoof into the shorter mare's chest. "Wasting away? Midnight you're hyper obese. I can almost hear your poor heart trying to pump through your clogged arteries. You're a sick mare, Midnight... and I like sick mares."

He pushed away, once again, and took her to the large metal tank that stored milk. Positioned between it and her, he leaned on it and tapped the valve.

"You are going to drink ten gallons of milk, and if you live, you get to continue the tour. If you burst open... well, too bad."

"Ten gallons of milk, why... why don't you give me an actual challenge?" Midnight wheezed as she lumbered past Wildcard to wrap her mouth around the tap, bending awkwardly against the restraints of her own flab until she was resting on her stomach with her neck bent in such a way that she was looking directly upwards at the milk level. Her eyes flickering to the side to look at Wildcard as if telling him to get on with it while she started sucking on the spigot before he could open the valve.

Wildcard threw caution to the wind and opened the valve to full, watching the fill line as he did. If Midnight sat there for too long she was in physical danger of rupturing her stomach. This was a thousand gallon tank, and while Wildcard was fairly confident in her capacity nopony had that much capacity, it was impossible.

For now, however, she was only able to just lay there as milk poured into her. Warm and fresh, and incredibly thick, she barely even had to swallow—and in fact couldn’t—as the forceful flow bulldozed into her, swelling her gut.

"I'm gonna make you so fucking fat your ass outweighs Celestia."

Midnight wanted to respond to that comment ‘why should she dream small’, but the river of milk wasn't stopping and if she tried to speak she was going to choke, drowning on the fatty, creamy liquid that oozed down her throat and pooled in her churning stomach as she sucked and pulled and chugged from the metal spigot.

Small streams of milk were leaking from the corners of her mouth between each laboured breath and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to wheeze through her nose, but where another, far lesser, pony would be scared of drowning in the flood, she was Midnight Blossom, she was the fattest mare in Equestria, she wasn't going to be beaten by ten gallons of milk. Redoubling her efforts, she could almost hear the screaming of the tank’s valve as she wrapped her lips tighter around the metal tap and drank with all the might she could muster, draining the tank into her stomach where the contents could make her bigger, huger, so massive that the cows the milk came from would be like fucking specks of black and white dirt compared to her size.

Wildcard carefully managed this as Midnight swelled herself with gallon after gallon. She was clearly so lost to her fetish and fantasy that she would let herself burst open in pursuit of more food, and while that was an incredibly arousing concept he wasn't going to let her break so soon. So he carefully allowed the flow to continue past the ten gallon mark, pressing his hoof against her belly so he could feel her tighten and expand like a water-balloon at a tap.

Once she was reddened, the skin stretched skin showing through her coat, her digestive noises quieted by the sheer amount inside her, and felt like a rubber tire about to explode he finally turned off the flow.

"Midnight Blossom," he spoke, tapping his hoof lightly against her swollen body. "You just drank thirty five gallons of milk. "That's over three hundred pounds of the stuff, look at yourself, you look like a fucking balloon. That cannot possibly feel good."

"Mmmmhhhh..." Midnight wheezed and gasped. Her lungs were screaming at her, trying to suck as much oxygen out of the air while the contents of her stomach squashed against them and she was vaguely aware that she could only feel the ground underneath her with a single hoof at a time, her creaking, groaning, churning stomach getting in the way of all the others as she attempted to shift her weight. "Mmmuuuuuuuhhhhhh" her heart was hammering furiously, beating against her ribs as if it wanted out of this insane mare who had seemingly dedicated her life to torturing it beyond any rational point.

She wheezed and puffed as her stomach gurgled, and her heart pounded, and her lungs tried vainly to escape from the horrific vice of her over inflated stomach and the crushing fat on her back. She didn't need to stop, she didn't need to feel good, she just needed the breath for one word, and she wheezed and huffed until, with a final almighty belch that shook the walls of the barn, and sent clouds of dust scattering away from her quaking stomach, her voice finally obeyed her.

"MORE!"

Wildcard’s wings buzzed, and his hoof started to move back towards the valve to give her more, before his rationality returned and he held himself back. "Midnight, you're a thin-mint away from bursting open, but if I let you, you'd eat more, wouldn't you?"

He slapped his hooves to her swollen belly and—for a moment—it creaked ominously. She was right on the danger line, and her body was absolutely overwhelmed with food. Midnight had gorged before, sure, but she'd never been in a position to actually consume thirty five gallons of anything.

Wildcard leaned to her ear, and whispered hotly. "What's eight hundred and five plus three hundred, Midnight? You're ninety pounds away from not being the thinnest cow on the ranch."

Midnight couldn't speak, only wheeze as the numbers flickered through her head, almost drowned out by the sheer agony of her stomach and her hearts belaboured attempts to beat its way through her ribcage.

"Don't, urp, care" A belch rocketed past her lips, milk and spit splattering against Wildcard's cheek as he leaned in to listen to her pained moaning. "Need... more..." Her hoof wiggled pitifully at the valve as she strained to put her lips back on the spigot. "I... need... to be, urp, bigger. Fattest cow... here"

"The heaviest cow here weighs four thousand pounds, even, and produces half my milk. She's on loan with that friend right now... he's got a bull that won't mate with his smaller heifers," Wildcard spoke, and slapped Midnight's gut again. The belching was good; it shifted her gut away from the danger zone enough that he stopped worrying his prized pig was about to burst open under his hooves.

"Can you even move, lardo? Your gut must be crushing the rest of you, I'm surprised you can still breathe."

"Mmmmppphh..." Midnight's hoof wiggled in the air before she shifted her weight by inches and it crashed to the ground, flab pooling around it as the balloon that was once her stomach pushed against her, in comparison, stick-like limb, and she dragged herself maybe a fraction of an inch, panting the whole way. "It... it... ain't gonna... stop me." She wheeezed before shifting her weight again, a cloud of dust rising behind her as a rear hoof hit the ground and sent her ass quivering, the rolls upon rolls of flab shuddering with even the tiniest of movements.

Wildcard moved behind the obese mare, and slapped her rounded ass firmly. As usual, the smack led to her releasing a belch with a volume equal to his own stomach capacity, the layers of fat that coated her entire body trembling and shaking as she did so. God, what kind of a broken, masochistic, fat-obsessed mare would actually do this to herself?

Midnight, apparently.

"Well, you're obviously too fucking full to eat in the house, but if you can still move yourself I think it's about time for lunch, isn't that right, Piggy?" Wildcard teased, and slapped her again as he pondered the logistics of getting a thirty five gallon milk-filled mare fed. Where and how, was the question.

"Oink," Midnight groaned as Valiant's slap sent her ass cheeks jiggling again, waves of flab crashing against each other and continuing through the tectonic layers of flab that covered her nethers. She squeezed her thighs together and moaned, while the sensation of her stomach trying to avoid ripping apart inside her mixed with the raw pleasure she was feeling, fluids leaking down her thighs as the vibrations teased her mercilessly.

"This piggy... needs her, urp, slop"

Wildcard decided on the simplest approach, and since the warm sun was shining down on them it seemed reasonable enough. "Follow me, fatass, and damn, you're getting off just on how heavy and hard to move you are aren't you? I'd offer to help... but I think we'd both rather I didn't."

He undid the latch to the grazing field and quickly trotted off, putting some distance between him and Midnight and then spinning around back to watch the overloaded mass of fat work her way towards him.

Midnight could feel his eyes on her as she waddle, no as she dragged herself across the dry ground. Each step was almost torturous, her muscles joining the chorus of internal agonies as they rebelled against the cruelty of hauling her mass, inches at a time, her flab oozing out ahead and behind and around her like she was a living puddle of flesh.

She had never felt hotter.

It took her almost fifteen minutes of wheezing and panting and dragging herself under the ‘baking’ sun to finally reach Wildcard, and her entire body heaved with each breath, cascading tsunamis of flesh bouncing with each great shuddering inhale and exhale. "Where's... where's... the food?"

Wildcard stepped up to her and put his hooves on her shoulders, pushing Midnight down into... well, into herself. "It's inside, pig, and I've got to go make it. Make yourself comfortable, it'll be a few minutes."

He looked down on her as he pushed her down, his hooves squishing into her fat, and then he pushed off of her and stepped past.

The sun was, indeed, quite warm- but not hot. It wasn't summer yet after all, and the grass was nice and soft for Midnight to lounge upon with her oversized body. Lunch, as it were, was soon provided- or so it seemed, but why was Wildcard returning with a series of buckets levitated ahead of him?

Midnight's mind whirred, the little and large pains mostly just background noise now. She had grown used to ignoring them when she had been maybe a quarter of this size, and had a tenth of her current stomach capacity, and it had only been a matter of letting herself adjust for a moment for them to be pushed to the back of her mind.

"That better... be what, urp, I think... it is." The wheezing however she could do nothing about, not that she wanted to, it was a constant reminder of just how heavy she was, of how much of her she was carrying, that she was unable to do do what any sane and normal pony could, like walk up a a pair of steps, or go five minutes without the desperate need for a breather, or stop at only one buffet.

Wildcard slammed down the buckets, "Depends, what do you think it is?" he spoke, and soon the pair were joined- he had opened the barn on his way in, and the cows themselves wandered into the field to graze.

Were she experienced enough Midnight would note they were all, actually, quite overweight. Not to the point of her of course, but clearly Wildcard overfed the animals.

"Slop," Midnight licked her lips between wheezes as her eyes met Wildcard's, pointedly not looking down at the buckets which quietly sloshed as they were dropped to the ground. "Full of... leftovers and... scraps and... lard." The smell of cows tickled her nostrils, and her stomach groaned with the noise of a bridge swaying under hurricane force winds.

"The sort of... thing you... force feed pigs... until they're too... fat to move." Her hoof pressed into her gut, pushing through the layers of flab until it hit her straining stomach wall. "Too fat to... eat any more... too fat to even... breathe"

Wildcard’s wings buzzed again, the tell-tale sign that Midnight's teasing was pushing the right buttons. "Midnight Blossom you really are one of a kind- does your freakish fat fetish have any limits?"

“Limits… are for… ponies,” Midnight spoke between each heaving, shuddering breath as she watched Wildcard pick up one of the buckets in his magic, “Not for… pigs.”

He opened the bucket he was holding, before flinging the cover away like a frisbee. "I force-feed pigs to sell the meat, Midnight, but I've gotten very good at it..." He approached her with the opened bucket, and it smelled like... well, like slop, but well sugared slop. "The trick is to keep them just about ready to burst open, and so addicted to food that they won't stop you..."

Midnight eyed him as he drew closer, the bucket hovering in his pale green magic as the scent teased at her nostrils and drool pooled in her mouth. "I thought I... told you... you'll be... begging me to... stop." She strained a hoof forwards, thick slabs of fat holding it down with their sheer mass as she tried in desperation to take the bucket from Wildcard's magical grasp. "Now get over... here... and feed your... piggy."

Wildcard in turn eyed her, "I'll never stop, pig. You could be heaving a coronary and I'll still feed you. Your intestines could burst open and I'll still feed you. Your lungs could be so crushed you turn blue... and I'll still feed you," Wildcard spoke in turn, and slapped away Midnight's pudgy hoof.

He slammed down the bucket before Midnight. It was, indeed, mostly lard. Lard, gravy, and a good deal of sugar to mask the taste. It only counted as food if someone was very very loose with their definitions of what food was.

"Now eat until you can't, fatass. You're sleeping outside tonight, like the cow you are."

A rational and sane pony would have looked at Wildcard and asked the changeling if he was off his rocker, expecting them to eat this. Even some of the more dedicated feeders Midnight had met would have balked at what her newest enabler had slapped down in front of her. Midnight however didn't bat an eyelid as she leaned forward, pressing the flabby rolls of her neck against the hideously thick layers of her stomach and almost submerged her entire snout straight into the uncovered bucket.

Great globs of sugar and lard thickened slop spilled over the bucket’s rim as she pushed her head in before the sound of frenzied consumption could be heard, and Wildcard could, if he strained his eyes, imagine that he was watching Midnight's throat distorting underneath her collection of turkey like chins. The adipose riddled rolls of flesh swaying and jostling as she pushed her head further and further into the bucket before her neck got jammed against the rim and she found herself struggling desperately to reach deeper.

Wildcard—with that same unusual changeling strength—shoved Midnight's head back out of the bucket. Before she could complain, however, he revealed what he was doing when he tipped the bucket up and let the slop flow into her. Another few gallons of high calorie and dense 'food' that would be added to the dozens of gallons of milk and syrup already inside the piggish mare.

"Let's do some math, Midnight..." Wildcard spoke, as she consumed. "If you keep consuming like this, you're going to break my record of ten pounds of fat a day. Think about that; we could double your weight in two months."

He slapped his hoof to her chest, "It's going to hurt, Midnight. Every hour of every day, it's going to hurt."

Slop bubbled around Midnight's mouth as she swallowed with a furore that set her entire body wobbling, her mass slapping against itself as she gorged herself on the insane, not food that Wildcard was forcing down her throat. The strain on her stomach had returned and returned with a vengeance, already she felt like she was going to tear apart, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe in with such strength that she was almost vacuuming in her own mane as it hung limply over her face.

"Hurt's... gooooood" She moaned as the flow finally slowed to a halt, chunks of lard and streams of gravy smeared around her mouth as she wheezed and hiccuped and belched, the stench of semi-digested milk and syrup and slop pouring out of her mouth like a miasma of pure unhealthiness. A testament to just how utterly she had devolved into a bestial state of unending hunger. "No… pain... no... gain."

Wildcard was impressed. Despite all the pain of her body and all the reasons not to, for the third time today she had pushed herself to the utter limit- and since she had belched so much after her milk binge there was a damn good chance she was actually there now. He slapped a hoof to her stomach and- for a moment- was worried that the hardened organ was going to rip open under his touch.

It didn't, however, and he wondered if that was as much freakish willpower as anything; he could feel her erratic heartbeat through her stretched and reddened skin.

"Your heart’s beating off rhythm, Midnight... Your body isn't supposed to be this full."

"Don't... care" A single hoof reached out feebly for the next bucket, the otherworldly sound of her stomach's strain crescendoing at even that miniscule motion, while her eyes, pupils pinpricked and manic, locked on to Wildcard's. "Want... more... Need... MORE!" Her entire body was pulsating and wobbling as her muscles twitched and the sound of flesh pushed to the absolute brink rumbled through the field. The normally placid bovines slowly backing away as if even their animal minds could see the writing on the wall and wanted nothing to do with this mare's suicidal drive to turn herself into a crater. "Need to... be... biggest... cow."

"Well you can't, Midnight. If you want to be the fattest cow on the farm I can't let you go and eat yourself to death on the first day," Wildcard returned, and levitated those two other buckets away- and dumped them out for the actual cows.

They quite enjoyed that little treat, and Wildcard stepped up to Midnight to raise her fat chin. "You're disgusting."

The changeling leaned down and kissed her, holding his lips against her own. "Just imagine feeling like this for the rest of your life..."

Which, considering her insane disregard for the limits of her own health, was probably not going to be altogether that long.

Midnight moaned as she watched the slop pour out onto the ground, her feeble and almost completely ignored sense of rationality recognising the implications behind Wildcard's words. Every warning she'd ever received from her doctors, her parents, her teachers flashing through her head, as the arrythmic beating of her heart thudded in her chest, and the wheezing of her lungs echoed in her ears. She was disgusting. She was on the short path to destruction. She was a pony treating her body like it was a cow's and paying the piper for her actions…

And yet as Wildcard leaned in and kissed her, the action almost tender compared to the primal need that had been present in every single one of the previous times she had pulled his lips to hers, or he had pushed himself on her, she felt complete. Like even if she wasn't a cow, even if her body was breaking down around her, even if this was how she was going to die by eating herself to death, she wouldn't die with any fucking regrets whatsoever, and she spoke haltingly as the changeling pulled away.

"I... can't... fuckin'... wait."
> Boisterous Bacchanalian Belly Bursting Buffet Binge
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WARNING: The really fucked up stuff starts in this chapter. This has been your Kink alert :WARNING



It had been almost a month since Midnight had arrived at Wildcard's ranch, and for the two of them life had mostly gone on the exact same way, wake up, feed Midnight, milk the cows, feed Midnight, let the cows out to graze, feed Midnight, bring them back in as the sun went down, feed Midnight, and go to sleep.

And true to his word, Wildcard had managed to inflate Midnight at a rate of over ten pounds a day, feeding her nothing but high calorie slop, fatty meats from slaughtering his own livestock, or the occasional glut from the milk tank that sat constantly full just outside the barn whenever she passed a new benchmark.

All told, and including the almost lethal feast she'd had on her first day, Midnight was creeping up rapidly on the twelve hundred pound mark, and her own enthusiasm had only increased as the number that told her wouldn't be the smallest cow on the ranch anymore, and Wildcard was paying for her enthusiasm with sleep. Her stomach would wake her up in the middle of the night with its plaintive cries for more, and the changeling was the one to answer the call, unless he wanted her dragging herself to the milk tank and glutting without heed to her limits. Again.

Like he was just now.

Wildcard adored Midnight, for more reasons than the obvious hyper-fetishization of their relationship. She was, after all, the absolute personification of both a feedee, and fat fetish in general. That however was key to their relationship in more than one way, because Midnight was a social outcast and Wildcard was a species was wanted dead throughout most of Equestria.

A match made on whatever plane of Tartarus was reserved for gluttony.

The changeling soon approached Midnight in the dim lighting of early morning, and stopped a few feet from her fat-bloated body. This morning he was going to have a little bit of fun with her, and he stuffed a solid stick of firm butter into her face before he spoke.

"Midnight, how fucking broken are you that you get hungry in the middle of the night after eating enough meat to kill someone five hours ago?" he spoke, and looked down at the grey mass of fat with a grin on his face.

Midnight's eyes lidded over as she gulped the butter down, slowly dragging the entire thing down her throat without swallowing, like snake with a mouse. "Dunno... don't think... I'm broken" She was wheezing already, the sheer effort of lifting herself, and waddling, only on three legs now, her fat was enough to keep her from putting all her limbs on the ground at once even when her stomach was empty. "I do the... breaking." She grinned as she opened her mouth wide enough for Valiant to forcefully shove another stick of butter into her maw, and yank his hoof back before her jaws crashed shut, her fangs locking together like the teeth of a bear trap. "Like I broke... that chair... and your couch... and that bed... and eventually... I'll break...your scale"

Wildcard was becoming perpetually aroused, and it was fairly clear that this was the case as he stepped around the fat mare and examined her massive body. The sheer weight of her was enough that she sunk into the earth slightly.

"Look at you, you're getting to be a blob," he teased, and reached out to slap a hoof into her swollen rear. "I'm surprised you can even still move, but you like it don't you? You like how hard it is to breathe, how heavy you feel dragging more than half a ton of pure fat around."

A third stick of butter was soon forced down her throat, and Wildcard pointed the barn. "March, Midnight, let's give your poor heart a run for its money."

"Oh... but we do... that all the time" Midnight managed to wheeze as she took a single lumbering step forwards, her stomach dragging a trail wider than two ponies side by side through the dust. Already sweat was starting to build up on her head and back, running down her flabby sides and pooling in the gaps between her rolls, despite the fact the sun hadn't risen yet. "Remember when you... made me walk... from one end of the field... to the other... how long did that take?"

She didn't even wait for a reply, as she took another step forwards, "How much did you... have to feed. me to... 'Make up for lost weight'?"

Wildcard shrugged, "You never got across, fatass, I stopped you half way and pumped you so full of lard you nearly burst open, and you came so hard I was worried you were gonna give yourself a heart attack."

The stallion walked beside her, and gave a firm slap to Midnight's bloated stomach area. God she was... she was fat, but more than that she had almost forced her body to adapt to it. Endless food had resulted in endless hunger, and the way she forced herself to become this... this.

"God it's hot when you wheeze," Wildcard commented, and stepped ahead of her to open the barn doors. "You need a doctor, Midnight Blossom, keep eating like this and you're gonna keel over one day."

"And stop eating?" She tried to smirk at the changeling as she spoke, but her cheeks had gotten so fat that any attempt to smirk just became another gaze of hunger, the puffed up balls of lard that weighed down her face constantly forcing her to squint slightly as they overtook the corners of her eyes, and the edges of her mouth. "Never..."

She could feel her entire body screaming at her already, the entire thing ready to collapse after just three steps. Her muscles were begging her to stop the torture, and her heart had already started beating against her ribcage in a frenzied panic at the amount of blood it was pumping through her cholesterol clogged arteries. The only part of her still willing to agree with her appetite was her now bottomless stomach, which roared its displeasure at not being filled as it demanded.

Wildcard clicked on the lights, and the room became lit well enough that he could see Midnight properly. His eyes panned up and down her, examining her massive weight in detail, and he pointed towards the scale.

"Get on the scale," he demanded, his voice that commonly used low tone of command, and he provided a firm slap to Midnight's ass to send her on her way. Today he had a plan, but needed to know her weight. For logistical reasons as much as his own pleasure.

The cows looked at her, and they almost seemed... confused. She kept getting bigger each time they saw her, and she had this pathetic wheezing weakness to her. What was wrong with her?

Midnight had started to lumber forwards at Valiant's command, the sheer momentum of her own rippling fat almost dragging her a step from Valiant's slap alone, and the stinging pain in her flanks made her tail hitch upwards.

It was another another five minutes of slowly dragging herself forwards, inch by painstaking inch, for her to cover the distance to the scale, before a new problem showed itself, and Midnight started moaning.

"Wildcard... I can't... I can't lift my hooves... enough to get... on the scale." She craned her head as far back as it could go, her neck rolling to the side as her cheeks fought for space with the flabby rolls of her back fat. "Help me."

"Fat fucking pig," Wildcard commented, and quickly stepped up to her to slap her rear end again- hard enough to leave a stinging imprint. "Useless, disgusting, blob. You can't even weight yourself you sack of lard."

Lifting her was... difficult. For all of his changeling strength Midnight was over a half ton of fat-bloated mare, and he had to sort of awkwardly lift up fifty or so pounds at a time, dropping it on the scale and then forcibly pulling her forehooves up. Slowly but surely he moved her up there, his strong hooves forcibly slapping her and moving her around like he was moving a waterbed. The sheer strength to him was obvious, but even then he was exhausted when Midnight was finally up.

"Read the number, Pig."

"One thousand... hundred... ninety eight" Midnight moaned with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. So close. So close, just one more day of glutting, one more day of stuffing, of eating without pause until even her stomach couldn't take it anymore, and she'd have taken the first tiny step to her goal. "Wild... I'm so close... so close to being a cow..." Her tail attempted to lazily flick from side to side, despite the fact it had long been buried between her plot cheeks, and the smell of her musk trickled through the air. "Just one more... one more session and... I'll be ready."

Wildcard growled slightly, and his wings buzzed. Midnight was behind where he wanted her to be, and for a few moments she could see the fury of his being denied flit across his face, and he allowed it to flow as he slammed a hoof into her fat belly.

"No," he spoke simply, his voice low and deep. "You'll be ready now."

Magically, he yanked out a tube from the wall. It led to the milk tank outside, this wasn't the first time Midnight had drank herself nearly to death on the scale in pursuit of the magic number.

He jammed it into her mouth, and then glanced around, looking for something. He soon found a roll of duct-tape, and soon enough he physically taped the tube to Midnight's lips.

"I'm not going to turn the pump on, piggy. You want milk? Start sucking, and you better be nice and full when I get back..."

The doors hadn't even started to swing shut before Midnight pulled at the hose, her cheeks puffing and deflating as she fought against the valve that held the tank shut. The poor mechanism had been subject to her gluttony more than was healthy for its continued integrity and it showed. Small streams of milk constantly flowed from the end unless it was capped, and any attempt from Midnight to drain the tank quicker than the current flow caused the mechanism to shriek as it held itself from disintegrating under her appetite.

A fight it was going to lose.

Midnight barely heard the sound of breaking metal as the valve mechanism sheared itself in two under the pressure, too engrossed in getting her drink and she was caught off guard when the steady stream turned into a flood. Thick, heavy cream pouring down the hose to smash into her throat in a deluge of white liquid as she chugged desperately.

Wildcard didn't want her to waste a drop, and neither did she.

Wildcard left her, a dangerous thing considering Midnight's insatiable obsession with expanding herself- but he had a trick up his sleeve. She'd been drinking more from that tank than his cows were able to replace, and after a month of sustaining Midnight’s appetite it was getting fairly low. Only fifty gallons remained, which should be enough to get Midnight absolutely sick, but not quite enough to make her burst open. She didn't know that however; for Midnight the erotic danger of exploding herself with milk remained.

Which was perfect, because today he was going to bring her into town and make sure it was a day nopony would forget. Not the last town of course, no, they would be visiting a corporate-driven town that the larger farms were centred around. It'd be fun to put the fear of god into some fake cowponies.

Wildcard was gone for a full hour, and returned with a stolen large moving van. Rated for a load of two full tons, it would be enough, and he backed it up to the barn before stepping out and swinging the doors open. The morning sun shone in behind him, and he grinned manically.

"What's the number now, Pignight?"

"Thousand... five oh... eight." Midnight wheezed as the hose fell from her mouth, her stomach was packed with milk and she could feel just how little it had actually pushed her body out, compared to before. The worried and panicked lowing of the cows as they had watched her chug their milk down like she was breathing had only spurred her on to drink faster, but even now the last dregs of the tank hadn't been enough to make her skin creak and groan like it had when she'd first arrived. "And I've... still go space... for more." A belch left her lips, rattle the wooden walls, and almost stampeding the nervous cattle in their pens as it echoed in the confined space.

"Help me... down an'... we'll see just... how much more."

"You're scaring the animals," Wildcard noted. "You're heavier than the smallest cow here, Midnight- and the second smallest is fifteen hundred. Look at that, you're rising in the ranks," he continued, and stepped towards her.

"And you're not even full," Wildcard spoke, and slapped her firmly on the rear so he could watch the almost liquid mass of her milk and fat inflated body wobble. "Which is why I'm taking you to Horseton and you're going to make them regret putting up an all you can eat buffet."

He stepped over to tarp covered object, and yanked the tarp off to reveal a rarely used forklift. "I suppose you can't move, right, tubby? You just drank more milk than most overweight mares weigh. I can't even imagine what that feels like inside you."

"Feels like... 'm on a waterbed... made of me... and nothing else." Midnight flopped lazily backwards as the whine of the forklift's motor fired up, and she watched as Wildcard drove it forwards until the prongs were pushed underneath her stomach, shaking it hard enough for the contents to shift and bubble which had the usual, and probably intended result of her belching again, hard enough to shake the building. "So comfortable... want to just... sink into it"

The forklift creaked and groaned as Wildcard brought the prongs up, Midnight's entire gut sagging down between them until she was lifted more than three feet from the ground, and the poor machine was close to tipping over from how much her mass destroyed its centre of gravity. Wildcard having to constantly watch that the entire thing didn't topple as he loaded her into the back of the stolen van.

Fat wasn't very dense, and Midnight was a twelve hundred pound mass of it with a three hundred pound denser central mass of thick milk. It gave her body an interesting physical shape as he moved her into the van with that lift. Her swollen stomach pulled down and centred her, while her bloated fat flowed around and filled up enough volume that she pressed against the sides of the van.

The sheer amount of her was enough that the floor bent, but didn't break. Still, someone wasn't getting their deposit back, and the last thing Midnight saw was Wildcard as he tied her down so she didn't slip out. He was leaving the door open, after all, and at the far end there was a trough filled with enough pig slop to make for a fair breakfast.

"Eat up, Pignight. Today we're going on a non-stop binge. I wanna see if I can force you to gain fifteen pounds today," Wildcard spoke, and then left her be as he set off to drive.

Anyone behind them on the road got a confusing view of a truck loaded with... what even was that?

A decreasing amount of slop, and an increasing amount of Midnight, although to anypony not capable of recognising the pony made of of almost pure flab it was nothing more than a blob of wobbling, jiggling... something, maybe an observant pony could make out the edge of her cutie mark, or the end of her tail, if it hadn't been swallowed by her growing plot cheeks, but no one would think she was a pony. No pony could be the size she was and be happy with it. No pony could accept being the size of a hideously overweight cow and think it was a good idea.

No pony but the broken blob that was Midnight, or her equally obsessed feeder.

She mostly ignored the safety ropes that Wildcard had tied around her, even where they cut into her flab and forced her her body to bulge around them like an elastic band tied around a water balloon, just gorging as the truck continued on through the south equestrian desert.

This van was both larger and in better condition than the first van they had used, but it still was understandable slowed by fifteen hundred pounds of bat pony in the rear. Midnight could probably tell, she could feel how her absurd mass warped the floor of it, and she could feel how the suspension in the rear was far more firm than the front as she weighed it down.

Thankfully for Wildcard's arousal, it didn't take long to get to Horseton, and he pulled the van into the back of a newly opened buffet in the centre of town. The place was quite fetching, and had been built in a new upscale development with lush green space and brand new roads. He had informed them of a delivery, and since they had been taking in new food for the week all day- they didn't argue with the unscheduled drop off. Midnight was only alone for a few minutes... until she heard a voice.

"What in Celestia's name is that," a deep, husky, feminine voice commented behind her. "We don't butcher live animals here, and... and why is it wheezing? What the hell did you do to it??"

"Nothing I wasn't... already doing... myself" Midnight wheezed as she lifted her head from the the empty trough, her face covered in lard and gravy as she had attempted to lick it clean. "Why? What do... you think he's... doing to me?" She could feel Wildcard, Valiant when he was in disguise, untying the cords that held in place as she wheezed, her flab oozing back into its natural shapeless blob.

Midnight, if she was able to see, would note that the management mare was a heavyweight one herself, and she was... horrified beyond words looking at Midnight. Comparing her own weight problems with Midnight... Celestia above, she made a mental promise to get on a proper diet right now.

She looked physically ill, in fact, and noticed that Valiant was untying her. "W-Wait, is this some kind of joke? You can't bring tha... you can't bring her inside! She needs a... a doctor, or something!"

Midnight's stomach growled, and the mare looked about ready to lose her lunch. "How can you possibly be hungry?!? What's wrong with you?!?" she exclaimed, losing her cool quite openly as she stared at Midnight much like one might stare at a particularly gruesome trainwreck.

"Need more food... that's what's wrong..." Midnight wheezed as she tried to help Valiant twist her around so she was facing out the van. "You guys kept on... letting me have... 'All I Could Eat'... and now… now I need more." A single flabby hoof waved at the terrified mare who was backing away, a small crowd of petrified workers staring horrified at the exchange. "You left Canterlot... and I couldn't... get my fix." Her eyes locked onto the mare who was sweating buckets. Even if Midnight was lying about following the mare from Canterlot, this entire situation was insane enough without adding the potential media circus to a newly opened restaurant, and who knew what a blob like that would do if denied her food.

“Need my fix..." Midnight spoke as the manager took another step backwards, her stomach growling at the smell of food wafting out from the kitchen, and the ground shook beneath the van, sending ponies stumbling for their balance.

Valiant allowed Midnight to... pour herself out of the van, which was an apt description considering the sheer size of her body. Thankfully for her he had parked it with the sidewalk running around the buffet close, so she didn't have to descend too far on her sluggish exit. While she worked on that, Valiant spoke to the manager himself.

"You see, here's the deal. You let Midnight Blossom in, and you let her eat, or I am going to call the local paper and," his voice raised, so that Midnight could hear him better, "This entire town is going to know how you enabled a broken, food addicted, pig of a mare to bloat herself to the weight of a cow. How you overfed her, so desperate and greedy for business, until she ruined her own heath. How you allowed her to crush herself with growing fat from your greasy food until she needed a van just to get around."

Having said his lot, he magically reached behind Midnight and gave her a solid shove to get her massive body the rest of they way out of the van, and her body pooled on the sidewalk.

"Colts, if you're disgusted now you should probably go home before she starts eating- and do you know what I get out of this?" he directed to the manager, and then stepped back to kiss Midnight's fat face.

"I fucking love this broken-fatass and I'm going to make her even bigger."

The manager watched, her eyes wild and manic as the blob of a mare pulled herself forwards, one inch at a time, like some sort of giant, furry slug. Sweat poured off of Midnight, leaving a damp trail across the dusty ground, as it allowed her to ooze forwards while she wheezed and gasped for breath. The journey was laboriously slow, even with Wildcard pushing her along, and forcing several staff to help him with a mixture of threats, and promises that the quicker they got Midnight in the quicker they'd get her out.

Eventually they managed to squeeze the bloated mare through the main doors, even as her flab bunched up around the double door’s frame, splintering the wood, and cracking the stone as she was forced through by a group of six restaurant staff, and was almost poured into a booth by Valiant's magic, before she was pulled out, the table removed so she could actually fit, and the entire manoeuvre was repeated.

All to the audience of the few ponies who had come to see the new buffet's opening, and try out any food that was in the going before passing back to their friends just how good it was.

They were going to have a different story to tell as they watched Midnight's fat slowly settle, 'Valiant' patting her side forcing it to continue wobbling and shaking, as her stomach groaned and grumbled with hunger.

Wildcard was exhausted by the effort required to get Midnight into her booth. The sheer weight of the mare was such that her blobbishly fattened belly poured into the area the table used to be, and her fat back, rear end, and otherwise useless rear legs filled the seating area even as she crushed it slightly. It was never more apparent how far she had gone than it was now, as she was utterly incapable of being contained by furniture made for a normal pony.

They, at the moment, had an audience. A few dozen ponies that had come for the opening, and were now presented with the fattest mare in Equestria. She was like a walking testament to what poor eating could do to someone in extremes, and it had a unique effect.

Firstly, everypony that was even partially overweight fled the scene like they had seen into the gates of Tartarus, some of them leaving whole meals untouched on the way out (meals that Wildcard was busy collecting for Midnight's starting course). The second effect was that those that remained... watched. Some were disturbed, some disgusted, but they were all unable to look away even as the fearful manager paced back and forth in the background.

Midnight's body rumbled, a broken hunger pervading her even as she wheezed from her fat crushing her lungs, and the first plate of food—a stack of pancakes some fatty was going to use for brunch—was dropped onto the surface of Midnight's belly.

"Ready to break some records, Midnight?"

"Always ready... to break something... furniture... doorways... me..." The bat pony wheezed out as she slowly licked her lips. Her slitted eyes were locked on the plate that was set down in front of her as she tried and strained to reach over with her hooves. Gasping and wheezing as she openly tried to reach the cutlery that Wildcard had placed on her stomach as if he was actually serving the meal on a table, rather than balancing the whole thing on her gut. "Can't reach the... fork or knife... though. Do you mind if... I don't use them... and just make... a mess of... myself" She spoke as she leant forwards, the final words were almost muffled as her two front fangs caught the edge of pancake and started to drag it into her maw.

"'s good, mmph, could use some, ulp, syrup though." She spoke messily through her first mouthful, small flecks of chewed dough escaping from her mouth as she did.

"Pigs don't use cutlery," Wildcard spoke, mindful of the eyes on him and his mare. "You're an animal, Midnight. A broken food-addicted animal."

The eyes on them were all staring, and Wildcard found it easy to distinguish those that had a closet fetish for this—perhaps only realizing it now—and those that were disgusted and watching this like one might a trainwreck. All while the manager watched, before she suddenly seemed to get an idea, darting off into the buffet’s kitchen. Wildcard shrugged, and reached over to push that pancake into Midnight's mouth. In doing so he also sprayed an entire bottle of syrup into her mouth, and kept pouring it in as she swallowed.

"Go on, piggy. Tell them all what it's like being you. So heavy, so weighed down by all your fat, always hungry... never able to stop. It's killing you, you know," Wildcard said, his voice bold and loud as he went on, disgusting some and arousing others. "But you can't stop. You won't stop."

"It's so good." Midnight groaned as she snagged another pancake and slowly dragged it into her mouth, like a snake slowly swallowing a rat. "It's like I... don't have to... care... I can just... eat an' eat... an' eat... Even as my... body creaks... and begs me... to stop… even as… my own weight… crushes me… even as… I can’t… breathe... 'cause I... love eating… being fat… being a pig..." Another pause, another pancake as Midnight's eyes swept over the assembled crowd, squinted at the ponies who were either staring at her face disgusted, or gazing at her body enraptured.

"I love it... 'cause it makes me... feel good... There ain't anything... bigger... or sexier... than me... and I want... to make more... of me... I want to be... a whale... I want to... never stop... eating... growing bigger... fatter... unhealthier..." Midnight's stomach gurgled and a belch, reeking of the milk and slop that she had already forced into her stomach for her "breakfast" ripped out of her mouth, sending her entire gelatinous body jiggling and wobbling as it crashed against each and every surface she had been forced to press against. "Sexier... Not until... I can't move... can't breath... can't do anything... but eat... and grow."

Some of the 'train wreck' sorts had begun to leave by this point, too overwhelming disgusted by Midnight to remain. The fetishists however, they stayed, and soon enough the manager made her re-appearance while Wildcard was busy shovelling plates of eggs, bacon, and other discarded brunches into Midnight.

"You want food, right?" she spoke, and swept into the room with a surprising confidence. "Then have all the food you can have, you fucking pig. God, how do you even live with yourself?" the mare continued, perhaps some self-loathing at her own weight playing into her words.

She was obviously angered, and had come in with a series of tables. It looked like she had dumped everything they had for the day into a deep fryer. Wildcard keyed into her stupid 'plan' quickly, she was attempting to murder Midnight Blossom. Which was foolish, if Midnight died here they'd be stuck having to explain this to the police and reporters.

Wildcard turned to Midnight, who had just a few leftover plates remaining on her gurgling, obese, sack of a gut. "Well, Midnight, that sounds like a good offer to me, how does it sound to you?"

It was not, to any reasonable pony, a good offer. That food wasn't even really food, she'd simply dumped everything in the frier so that Midnight would either be so disgusted by it she would quit, or she would eat it and just die. She literally deep fried the dessert cakes, the salads, even things already fried. Deep fried steak? There you had it.

Neither Wildcard or Midnight were reasonable ponies.

Midnight drooled as her eyes tracked over the table, her mouth still chewing lazily on the last piece of bacon before she gave a final audible swallow, and fixed the manager with one eye. Her purple irises seeming to glow slightly in the buffet's dim lighting.

"That sounds... like a... fantastic offer..." She wheezed to the disguised changeling as Wildcard started to levitate platters that would feed families of five for days onto her gut.. "But I hope.... you've got... more in... the back 'cause... that lot... ain't even a... starter."

The moment she was done speaking she pushed her head as far as it would go, latching her fangs onto an entire ham that had been deep-fried, the cheap, oily batter crunching under her fangs as she chewed through the meat, slowly stripping it from around the bone, before, without taking her eyes from the seething manager, she bit cleanly through the bone. The solid mass cracking under her teeth as she chewed slowly, before gulping it down.

"I mean... you wouldn't want... me to still be... hungry once you're... out of food right? I'd have to... start going raw..."

The manager fumed, and Wildcard was soon surprised enough that he nearly shifted out of his disguise when he was pushed aside by her. She came forward with speed unmatched in a mare of that weight, and nearly lept on Midnight to push that ham into her face with vengeful force.

"Why do you..." she spoke, and paused to draw in breath, "Get to live like this and not feel bad about it? WHY AREN'T YOU ASHAMED!?"

The ham went down Midnight’s throat, but she simply continued, reaching out haphazardly and jamming whatever her hooves found into Midnight Blossom's open mouth. The crowd gasped audibly as the manager apparently snapped, and—in her mind at least—started trying to outright kill Midnight via disgustingly greasy food. The fire in her eyes and force to her movements was even more evidence of her darker purpose here, and Wildcard simply enabled it by shifting food and ensuring she always had something in reach.

Midnight blinked as the mare straddled her chest, although surprise wasn't really in the cards. This had happened once or twice before and it was one of her favourite reactions to whenever she flaunted herself in front of other ponies.

Those who had had to repress themselves, those who had dealt with the shame and let it get to them. Those ponies who just couldn't stay the course. The horrible, disgusting, gluttonous, unending course.

One pony in the crowd eventually spoke up, apparently having found themselves disturbed enough to be obligated into some sort of action. "H-Hey, slow down, I don't think she can breathe! I think she needs an ambulance."

Leaning back against her own flab, she tried slowly to open her throat wider as the mare shoved whole deep fried turnips and battered cakes down her throat. Forcing herself to take long slow breaths as her lungs screamed for oxygen between each wave of the manager's frenzied assault. Although it wasn't long before her vision started to blur, and she could feel a burning in her chest that had nothing to do with her constant indigestion, or her thudding heart.

"Stop it, she's dying!" The same stallion, a rather large one that looked like actually could put a stop to things if he tried, declared as he pushed through the crowd. He was spurred into action, but the whole situation would soon change in a literal flash as Wildcard drew his ace up his sleeve.

Soon enough, the stallion was staring in the blue eyes of a changeling, and the entire crowd gasped once again. Wildcard himself hadn't quite realized until now, but having Midnight around had done wonders for his health and strength. Which was rather ironic, come to think of it.

The changeling hissed at the stallion, "Don't you dare. Midnight eats, and every single one of you perverts is going to either walk away from here and tell your friends about this disgusting slob of a bat pony eating herself to death, or you're going to help."

Wildcard glanced back at Midnight, and noticed she was starting to pale more so than usual.
"... you can start by getting me some aspirin."

Midnight was only barely listening to the sounds going on around her. The constant eating was more important, and she could feel her lungs screamed at her to stop and breath, even as she just let her newest involuntary feeder vent her rage against Midnight's lack of restraint.

If she had been paying attention she would've heard the cracking of the floor as tiles started to splinter under her weight, she might've felt the shuddering of the booth seat at her back as it slowly bowed out under her sheer mass which just kept growing, she might've even been able to see the slowly growing spider web of cracks that was spreading through the window where her boulder of a gut was pressed up against it, the wobbling, jiggling mass constantly crashing into the poor glass with predictable results.

She didn't listen though, she couldn't, all her attention was on simply eating and surviving as the mare refused to stop. Her hooves coated with grease and Midnight's saliva as she jammed meal after meal into the bat pony's groaning stomach.

The manager was venting an entire lifetime of frustration at Midnight, and her willingness to swallow anything she jammed into her face was just making matters all the worse. "Why won't you stop?!!?" she'd exclaim, repeatedly. "You're sick, you're obese, you can't even breathe! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, PIG!"

One easily got the sense she was repeating insults levelled at her, and she didn't even notice that Midnight was having a coronary. She was shaking, gasping, and her vision was fading. The poor bat pony was dying, and using the last efforts of her body to swallow more of the deep fried, calorie laden, cholesterol coated food that was killing her.

Thankfully, Equestria had both magic and medical science. The last death due to obesity was hundreds of years ago, and if one was willing to abuse both of those, like Wildcard certainly was, well...

Midnight soon tasted something rather strange as she swallowed a deep-fried slice of apple pie that Wildcard had mashed a dozen aspirin tablets into. It would however take a few minutes to work, and until then she would simply have to deal with the pain of her overfull and massive body and will herself to survive.

The food the manager had brought through was growing scarce, by this point, and the furious mare’s energy was starting to fade. If Midnight could keep herself alive she would soon win. Wildcard had control of the situation otherwise, and was gleefully using his newly empowered magic to turn the crowd into willing drones that shuffled off to the kitchen.

Midnight could feel the lessening of the weight on her gut as the manager reached back, her hoof grasping blindly as she searched for something more to jam into Midnight's gut, the morbidly obese blob of a mare taking the few second of reprieve to wheeze like a bellows, her breath almost pulling the manager forwards with the sheer force of her inhalation, before her lips parted and she belched.

It wasn't noise, it was far too solid for that. All the air that had been mixed with the unrelenting flow of food being shoved down her throat needed out, and it came out with a force that would rival the strongest of earth pony bucks. The manager was blasted back from her perch on Midnight, and flung to safety away from the cascading mountain of flab that she had helped make.

Midnight’s cheeks wobbled, her body trembled, the floor underneath her shook against its foundations, and the booth chair she was sitting on shattered, splinters of wood, and shards of buckled metal flying out across the restaurant behind in a cloud of stinging shrapnel, propelled by her mass as it crashed to the ground with the noise of a meteor falling from the heavens.

Wildcard approached, casually and in his natural form, and pressed himself into her billowing fat so he could tilt her 'chin' and gaze into Midnight's beautiful eyes. "Midnight Blossom, what's it like being the fattest—and sexiest—mare in Equestria?"

Midnight could barely breathe, let alone speak, her lungs fighting for all the air they could get through the crush of her stretched and swollen stomach, and the weight of her fat encrusted back, but she somehow managed to respond, drool and vomit dribbling from her mouth as she did. “Like… I’m… being...crushed… under… all... the… food… I’ve… ever… eaten.”

The manager herself was soon overcome by Wildcard’s magical manipulations, and stepped aside as those he had sent into the kitchen exited, carrying the contents of the pantry. The changeling gave Midnight some time to breathe and relax first. The overfed bat pony would soon realize just how painful everything was, and while the drugs soothed her pain, she had nearly died. Without Wildcard, she would be dead. She finally reached the point her whole life had been leading to, the culmination of her greed, but thanks to the changeling, she didn't have to stop here.

"Dessert?"

"Don't... ask...me..." Midnight wheezed, her entire coat had paled throughout the manager's furious stuffing, leaving her looking as though the colour had been sucked out of her everywhere but the angry, red stretch marks that criss-crossed her gut, the angry flesh almost glowing like hellish embers as Midnight's stomach rumbled, glorped, and gurgled. Her body straining desperately as it tried to digest the buffet line that had been forced into it.

A strain that would've outright killed lesser ponies, and had come eerily close to killing her, even if she was unaware of just how narrowly she had avoided oozing off her mortal coil.

"Feed... me!" She groaned as Wildcard hefted the first cheesecake to her face, and just let her mouth hang open as bile and drool dripped from her lips. What little resistance her ailing stomach muscles could muster forcing a small, but steady stream of vomit from her lips and onto her bloated and heaving chest.

Wildcard forced that cheesecake into her, and then put the conga line of ponies to work. They proceeded to just dump bags of sugar, flour, and chocolate bits into Midnight's mouth. The limiting factor here was her ability to swallow, which Wildcard used as a hedge against bursting her open. Hopefully, he figured, her ability to swallow wouldn't be enough to rupture her stomach.

At least that was the tentative plan, but damn did it certainly seem like she would burst herself if she could. The line continued as long as Midnight was swallowing, and her body became covered in chocolate and sugar alongside the other food as things progressed. As one Lunar Princess might note, Midnight really was living the dream now.

It took another half a hour of having more food... no this wasn't even food, the kitchen had run out of food hours ago, these were raw ingredients. Bottles of ketchup, bags of sugar, cooking oil, the alcohol that was far too strong for drinking and only used for adding flavour to meals, tartarus  Midnight was fairly certain at one point a pony had just held a draining pan full of fryer grease to her lips and watched blankly as she bullied her throat muscles into contracting enough that she could chug it down. The grease mixing with acrid bile as it spilled out of her mouth and coated the front of her torso.

Although, eventually, enough was enough, and even with her interminable appetite, her body was full to the brim. Food and vomit pouring out of her mouth even as more was forced past her lips in a futile attempt to find some last bit of space in her creaking stomach.

Her flesh screamed and she could barely breathe enough to stay conscious as she pathetically attempted to reach out for more, all but the very tips of her hooves buried under her own mass.

"Wild... card... can't.... fit... more... in me... need... to... force... it... in."

"You'd burst," Wildcard noted in return, and slapped his hoof to Midnight's swollen, and literally creaking, belly.

That alone was enough to force a bit of bile out of her mouth. Even her throat was swollen, and her body was making loud rumbling noises. She couldn't even belch at this point, her entire insides were saturated from top to bottom with a high-calorie mass of what could only laughably be called food. Even with the drugs, Midnight should be dead by all means, but whether it was her willpower or being a genetic freak, she held on.

The mind-controlled ponies were soon put to work again, and it took all ten of them to get Midnight out of the booth and push her along the floor. The double doors would never fit her body, but Wildcard had a solution. He simply blasted forth a wave of powerful magic and burst the walls outwards, and then the group was able to haul her body out.

Midnight groaned as she was marehandled across the sidewalk. Her abused body leaking precious mass as she tried to lift her hooves to her lips and hold them closed.

She had fought for all of this, and she would be damned if she was going to let it go, even if all she could do was wheeze pathically and squirm like a fly caught in a web as she was almost literally rolled down the pavement.

Jamming her into the truck was going to be quite something, and Wildcard was pretty thankful he had stolen one with a two-ton weight limit. He watched passively from behind as the ten ponies, with absolutely no regard for her comfort, slapped, pushed, and otherwise forced Midnight's body to fit into the relatively confined space. On the way she constantly released food, as her swollen body was manhandled like that. All the more sign, to Wildcard's delight, that she had been pushed to her utter limit.

"Wild... 'm leakin’... don’... wanna... lose..." Her cheeks turned green at a particularly forceful push, the group of mind controlled ponies turning overly aggressive as they tried to force her bulk into the truck. The bat pony squeezing her eyes and mouth shut, and wheezing shallowly through her nostrils, which started to leak with two thin streams of vomit as the truck squeezed down on her, the noise of her groaning stomach mixing with the shrieking suspension in a horrific orchestra of material pushed to its absolute limit.

They got her inside, and Wildcard entered the cab soon after. What a broken mare... her body was desperate for release and yet she held onto the toxic lake of calories inside herself like letting it go was the worst thing that could ever happen. Briefly, when he had passed her, Wildcard had thought of extending his control to her, but why would he have to? She was the ultimate form of fat fetish, there was nothing he could make her do that would be any better than she already was doing herself.

Of course, it was just Midnight's stomach's luck that he had a few things packed into the truck before they had departed Horseton, and Midnight could see this as they rumbled down the street and left a ruined buffet behind. A few sacks of sugar and flower, but also a substantial trove of stolen medical aid. Antacids, anti-nausea medication, and some very very powerful cholesterol drugs. This was combined with some more old fashioned and arcane remedies, mostly potions and such, and once Wildcard sat down to work things out he could mix these with Midnight's food to keep her woefully obese body alive and, more importantly, still gaining.

The thing she most noticed however was probably that the inside metal wall was a decent mirror, especially with the sun behind her, and Midnight was able to gaze on the most disgusting and hyper-obese mare to ever live. She was drenched in her own vomit, food, sugar, and little bits of chocolate. Pale, ill looking, and her heart kept jumping in her chest as it was two steps from having a second attack.

"Wild... iz... zat... me?" Midnight gazed at the mirror, the pain in her stomach and the bile in her throat almost forgotten as her eyes drank in the form in the mirror. Her front was liberally coated with bile, small chunks of semi-digested food falling from her heaving chest to land against the metal floor with plops that were barely audible over her strained gasping, the noise of the truck groaning as it started to roll forwards. She could barely smell anything over the reek of vomit in her nostrils, the acrid stench covering the heady cloud of musk that was almost pouring from her nethers.

"Iz... all... that... me?" All of that deathly pale flesh that was criss-crossed with furious stretch marks. All of that oozing, trembling blubber that pressed against the walls, metal creaking and groaning under the sheer mass of what it was trying to contain. All of that fat that suspended her barely visible, immobile hooves at least a foot from the floor while they squirmed lazily, trying to touch as much of herself as she could.

"'M... so... big... So... fat... Do... you... find... me... sexy... Wild?" She wheezed as a pill bottle rolled down from its pile, the familiar label of anti-cholesterol drugs, and blood thinners looking up at her almost judgmentally as she wheezed through her food encrusted mouth. "Do... you...wan'... me... or... do... you...want... more?"

It took a half hour to arrive at the farm, and in that time Midnight was left to swim in her own fat and feel the pain of her massively obese body. She had pushed herself to the point she should be dead, but wasn't, and she was entering uncharted territory at this point. Food addicted mares had existed, obese mares had existed, but no mare with Midnight's singular obsession had ever forced their body this far.

When they arrived, and Wildcard yanked her out of the truck with his powerful magic, she was dropped on the ground so that he could admire her. She was so obese and bloated that her eye level was actually higher than his, despite her being shorter by nature. Her breaths were coming in sharp heaving gasps, and her heart was spasming in her chest. Wildcard held a potion bottle in his magic, ready to intervene.

"Oh I find you sexy, Midnight. I've had fat mares before, but I've never had a mare as obsessed as you. You want to be a blob, don't you? Just an unthinking machine, consuming everything, and writhing in your own perverted pleasure."

He slapped a hoof into her chest, which was enough to spurn her into her second heart attack of the day. Wildcard however didn't stop it, keeping the potion to hoof and waiting for Midnight to beg for it. He was morbidly curious as to whether her own failing health turned her on as much as he thought.

Midnight could feel her body failing around her, the ends of her limbs had been growing numb for a while, but now she could feel the icy chill of death creeping through them, even beyond the sweltering heat of her own fat and sweat. It was almost too much and she moaned rapturously, her dock trying to twitch under the weight of her back fat while fluids dribbled down her inner thighs.

"'m... dying... Wild..." Each breath was a struggle as her heart beat wildly in her chest, thudding against her ribs without rhyme or reason, trying and failing to deliver her body the oxygen it needed. "'M... gonna... throw... m... shoes... right... here..." Her eyes had started to fog over again, the pale purple irises growing misty and unfocused as she tried to stare into Wildcard's own pupil-less blue eyes. "Ain't... eaten... 'nuff... Need... more... wanna... die... with... food... in... mouth..." She wheezed as her mouth fell open, no bile escaped this time though, her stomach simply didn't have the strength to push its contents out anymore and the stench of death hung on her wheezing breath like a chill miasma, even as the fat blob weakly moaned in pleasure.

Midnight could barely move as Wildcard shoved the neck of a potion bottle against her lips, the magical elixir tasting vaguely of mangoes as it drained down into her body.

"You think I'll let you get away that easily, Pignight?" The changeling growled as he loomed over her, his chitin gleaming and his horn sparking as he pulled in the sheer overwhelming amount of love and lust that was pouring off the bat pony. "You're mine, and I don't let my pigs break until they've reached at least two tons of pure, gluttonous, slovenly, fat."

He stalked behind her, wings buzzing as his nostrils drank in the musk that was pouring off of her, and the tip of his dick started to hang down between his legs. "Look at you, you're coated in your own filth. If I took you into the barn to weigh you now there'd be a stampede as the other cows tried to escape from your stench." A holed hoof came whistling down to crack against Midnight's mountainous plot. The impact sending flesh wobbling and jiggling even as the hoof started to sink into her rump before Wildcard pulled away, a leer of almost pure arousal on his face, as he finally finished his circuit of the mare, to come back to her face. Her lips still suckling greedily from the empty bottle.

"You," he spoke harshly, his hoof halting before he could prod her vomit stained chest, "need to be cleaned, like a good prize winning pig." He stepped back, his horn igniting before a hose crept up behind him, swaying like a snake as it drifting forwards. "Hope you don't mind a little bit of cold water, Pignight." He spoke as the hose bucked and writhed in his magical grip, a jet of crystal clear water splashing against Midnight's front as it washed away the first layer of caked on bile, hints of pale grey fur poking through the layers of vomit and food.

"'Cause we're going to be here a while"

It took maybe another hour of Wildcard walking around her, pushing the hose into all of Midnight's rolls of fat, up past the pillows of lard that had enclosed her hooves, down the space between her wings, and finally up between her plot cheeks, listening to the bat pony mare's moaning all the while before he finally announced her clean enough for now, and he stepped back to admire his work.

Midnight lay there, a shapeless blob of fat. It had taken so long to wash her in her entirety that her chest was already dry, and the amount of heat her body put out was making the parts of her that were still damp literally steam as the cold water evaporated from her body heat, leaving her fur fluffed up and frizzy. Her puffed up coat making her look even bigger than she was, even if it was just a drop in the ocean of lard that was Midnight at this point.

She oozed outwards across the ground, and no matter how she tried none of her hooves could reach anything other than more of herself, feeble limbs wiggling limply under their sleeves of adipose. Her stomach was larger than she had been when he had first met her, her triple chins, with a fourth on the way, hung low under her cheeks which sagged down enough that they were tickling the sides of her flabby neck. Both her wings had disappeared into her sides, and her tail was somewhere between her plot cheeks, although finding it was going to be a fun activity for the both of them.

All in all she was almost the perfect pig, there just needed to be more of her.

With the potion inside her, Midnight was allowed to relax and... enjoy herself. So was Wildcard, as his pig was cleaned of all the mess she had made today and the disgusting slurry was washed off and drained away into the ditch. That left the two together, and he quickly stepped up to her front and placed his forehooves into her chest fat.

"You're the most beautiful mare I've ever seen, Midnight Blossom," he spoke, and kissed her firmly on her fat lips.

The changeling had to actually buzz his wings slightly to raise up enough to kiss her like this, as her obesity combined with her stuffing had left her literally taller than he was. The quiet gurgling of her overtaxed stomach provided a backdrop, and Wildcard was fairly certain she was going to gain more than ten pounds today. Perhaps as much as thirty, or as little as fifteen- but more than any  previous day, that was absolutely certain.

Wildcard soon crawled up on her chest properly and gazed into her eyes as he leaned against her, sinking into the luscious warm softness of her overwhelmingly heavy fat. The pain had gone, for now, and Midnight was given a lucid mind as she was able to enjoy simply being the fattest mare to ever live, and feel that lake of food inside her turned into more fat. No mare before had ever been this full, or this big, or even this heavy, but here she was. The cool breeze off the plains helped with the heat as well, and blew through her slightly damp body.

"Heaviest cow is four thousand pounds like I said before, Midnight. How long do you think until you break that record?"
> Which Doctor's Orders? Witch-Doctor's Orders!
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The ranch had been so sleepy several months ago, but when Wildcard dragged Midnight down into his life, the buildings had slowly been growing livelier. From the bat pony's constant feeding pushing the animals into their own frenzies, mostly to avoid the wheezing, struggling bat pony that stunk of death and predators, to the ranch's newest occupants. Two ponies who had followed them from the broken buffet in Horseton, both kept under the heaviest mind control Wildcard could muster while he used them to do his manual labour. Everything from slopping out the pigs, feeding the chickens, milking the cows, to cleaning the equipment.

All so he could spend more of his time feeding Midnight.

The bat pony's appetite had only continued to grow since she had destroyed the buffet in Horseton. Now that she was medicated enough that she didn't have to be limited by her pain and the dwindling stock of potions could bring her back from the brink of total heart failure she had thrown hers... oozed herself into a whole new level of gluttony. Her mouth was never empty so long as she was awake, and her belly grumbled like an angry god at all hours of the day and night. Pale, stretch-marked skin, bubbling and churning as her overworked organs tried to survive the constant town-level feasts Wildcard was forcing into her.

It had been after one such feast the night before that Wildcard had had the two "ranch-hooves" drag Midnight onto the scale in the barn. The bat pony falling asleep to Wildcard's words even as her bulging stomach creaked underneath her, and steady streams of slop, saliva, and bile leaked down her increasing number of chins.

"You just stay right there, and you can tell me how much of you there is in the morning, when you're ready for another feast."

Midnight Blossom was by this point easily the heaviest mare in Equestria. Even Celestia or Luna at their most hedonistic in times long gone by had never equalled Midnight for her sheer obsession with weight. Nor was any other broken food addict able to come close, since any such pony would have long since succumbed to the effects of weighing more than a cow despite being shorter than the average pony. The sheer crushing weight of her adipose alone would give her problems, and her awful diet only amplified it all.

Wildcard knew full well that she was on borrowed time at this point. Without potions and medication, she would be dead within hours. She was barely even alive as it was, more just a sack of slowly growing fat only living in the most technical of terms. That's what he had turned her into—he had enabled her to become this. He had done this, and it was his masterpiece.

He dreamed of her, Midnight dreamed of herself, and these dreams caught the attention of a certain Princess that had remembered the reports of a missing mare in Canterlot. The lunar alicorn making her own plans for what was to come, but for now she was content to plan and wait as the sun rose and ponies faded from the realm of dreams.

Wildcard was awoken in the early morning light by one of the ranch hooves, the changeling had gotten so powerful from Midnight that he was able to control their minds even when asleep, and his power over them was absolute. Thankfully for Midnight he hadn't realized yet he could simply have a harem, and she received his sexual attention for herself and her alone.

"Midnight wants you," the stallion spoke, his tone utterly without emotion.

Wildcard yawned as he was roused, before speaking blearily, "I'm sure she does." He was in the barn a few minutes later. With a simple gesture, Midnight had a syringe of fluid jammed into what one could assume was her ass, given that it was a roll of fat on the other end of her from her head, and this would soothe the pain, quiet her stomach, and give her some more energy—for a time. If she wanted to talk, it was best she actually be able to.

"What is it, Midnight?”Wildcard yawned as he spoke, “I hate getting up early..."

"Wild... Wild... look at... the scale... Wild." Even empty now, she could barely string two words together clearly. He lungs were constantly being crushed by the sheer mass of her body, and her vocal cords were pressed together tightly enough to drop her voice half an octave, turning everything she said into a slurred rumble. The effect making it sound more like her rumbling stomach was speaking for her rather than her actual voice. "'m two thou... five ten three, Wild." The faintest hint of motion came from her rump as she feebly attempted to shift her hips and set her plot cheeks wobbling like a mountain of jello.

"Can't touch... the ground..." Another rumble echoed out from the bat pony, as the metal underneath her quietly creaked. "No matter... what I doooo." Her hooves, only the very tips of them still visible through her swollen body strained to move, reached to the hay-strewn, dirt packed barn floor, but all they met was more of Midnight. "'m empty... Wild, 'n I can't... touch the... ground... So biiiiiig."

"Biggest mare to ever die," Wildcard teased, and stepped up to slap his forehooves on Midnight and lever himself up.

The massive pile of fat that she was, however, he still wasn't as high as her head was even as he stood on his rear hooves. "What does that feel like, Midnight? You're the second heaviest cow I own, and I can only imagine how much it hurts to be you."

His wings buzzed to give him some extra lift, and he leaned over her fat face, admiring her for a moment before he moved in a slow circle around her massive body, and then slapped himself down behind her with his rear hooves on the bloat of her fat that flowed behind her, and his forehooves on what was assumed to be her ass.

Midnight was about to get some loving, but more for Wildcard's sake than hers, the changeling wondering if she could even feel it?

"So heavy... I can barely... breathe, Wild..." She moaned as her weight redistributed itself beneath Wildcard's body, points of pressure pushing against her lungs, her heart, and her stomach, which gurgled quietly in the background, waiting to be awoken for its next feast. "'S like... 'm drowin'... and instead of... tryin' to swim... 'm tryin' to... drink what... 'm drownin' in..." She moaned as she felt Wildcard part her plot cheeks, the cool air rushing in to fill the hot cavern of her rump now that it was opened, and the scent of her arousal flooded out.

"Need to... be bigger... Wild... need to be... swollen..." Wildcard saw the lump of flesh that used to be her dock twitch, sending waves through her jiggling rump. "Fill me up... you big... bad... bug..."

Wildcard snorted, "I'm fucking evil Midnight. Don't you see what I did? I played on your addiction..."

Wildcard wiggled forward and spread the oceanic plot cheeks to work his way inside. "... I enabled you, I made you get worse and worse just so I could get my rocks off- and I made you into a dying mare. I'm killing you, Midnight, I'm killing you just so I can see how far I can push you."

"So?... I wanted this..." Midnight gasped and moaned as she felt Wildcard line himself up, the tip of his cock prodding against her dripping lips before he shoved himself inside her. "I... wanted... to be... bigger... than my room... bigger than... my parent's... house..." Her words were growing disjointed as she panted, her tongue starting to loll from her mouth. "Bigger than... Canterlot... Castle... "

Midnight’s words were cut off as Wildcard thrust his thick stallionhood inside Midnight's buried marehood, his magic picking up a hose which he plugged into her face before levitating a potion bottle over to himself. "Midnight, do you know how a male enhancement potion works? The more magic you have, the more you produce."

He quickly chugged the small quart of fluid, and then tossed it aside before starting to fuck Midnight roughly. She was like an enormous overfilled exercise ball swollen with jello, and he was going to make damned good use of it.

After all, Wildcard had a lot of magic potential.

The impact of Wildcard's hips against her flesh was causing her body to wobble, Midnight's jiggling flab picking up speed as the rhythmic thrusts increased in force and tempo, while her stomach's growling started to grow in volume. Wildcard only fucked her when she was being a good pig, and that meant stuffing her fat, fucking, face. So much so that her appetite and arousal were permanently linked at this point.

"Knew... I'd... I'd die... doing it... but... doing who... I love..." She wheezed around the hose in her mouth as her body tried to spasm, and the tip of her tail flicked about inside the prison of fat it had become permanently lost in. "Goooood... way to... die..."

"You dumb, fat, broken pile of lard. Gonna die before you turn twenty, aren't you? Nineteen years old and nineteen tons..."

Wildcard certainly wanted it too, and he fucked her roughly like she was nothing but a perverted and rather specialized sex toy. His thrusting didn't last altogether that long, actually, as the effects of that potion were almost immediate and soon he gasped out loudly and jammed himself deep inside her. Midnight had a hose of milk at one end, a hose of green changeling cum at the other, and they seemed to be competing to try and see which would burst her open first.

Midnight’s mouth latched on to the hose of milk, suckling it furiously enough that it almost continued to slither down her throat, threatening to pump directly into her stomach, the blazing green light of Wildcard's magic the only thing holding it in place. And she groaned,  the tone of her utterances turning from aroused to ecstatic  as she felt Wildcard plunge his hips against her, his cock pushing her tunnel open with each dominating thrust, while the rich, thick, fatty milk of the two ton cow that had finally been returned oozed down her throat.

It had been her reward for breaking the first ton, Wildcard had strapped a hose directly to the cow’s udder and given Midnight the other end. And she had only stopped drinking when her stomach was creaking and groaning like the sail of a ship in a storm.

That was nothing compared to being filled from both ends.

She could feel her womb struggling to cope with the literal flood of cum that was coming from Wildcard, his cock hosing down her insides, and bloating her from behind, while her stomach slowly filled, the ever pervasive organ crushing her lungs and heart, and trying to crush her womb as the two sacks of fluids pressed against each other, neither organ giving way as they were slowly, inexorably filled.

Wildcard was... different for the moment. He felt almost totally in control with the amount of magic pouring into and out of him. He could almost feel Midnight's body like she did, but without any pain or weight. Like he could sense where her limits were, and know exactly how far to go to bring her to her limits, which was exactly what he did. He used his own magic to ram that hose down Midnight's throat so she didn't even have to swallow, and filled her womb with his own sticky green fluid.

For an entire half hour the two pumps flowed into her, with the milk pump being far high intensity while he managed things so that her body would come to that climactic point of pressure at the same time for both ends. Once he felt it coming, he pushed just a quart or so over the line, leaving Midnight in danger of actually ripping open, and then released.

Milk shot out of her mouth, green cum shot out of her marehood, and the swollen sack of fat was left writhing in the ocean of her own body as she was swollen to her literal physical limits. Wildcard didn't even dare slap her, so much was she at the limit, and the dial read 3,000 even.

Midnight was barely capable of speech, barely even capable of moaning as she gasped and wheezed for each shallow breath. She felt like she had been used, like she was just a dumping ground, like she had simply been there to slake Wildcard's urges, and she felt good.

She could feel the green cum bubbling out of her lips, the fizzy green liquid trailing down her thighs, matting her fur down to her skin as it dribbled out of her, just like she could feel milk and drool leaking from her lips. The twin pressures on her body forcing her load out of her despite her feeble efforts to clench her useless and atrophied muscles.

"Wild... that... can't... be... all... Coat me... show... me... who... turned... Midnight... into... Pignight..." Her mouth was hanging open between each word, her she could almost hear the cows struggling to get out of the barn as the scent of death lingered in the air. "Show... me...who... turned... me... into... a whale..."

Wildcard buzzed around to face her, and then leaned over Midnight's fat face. "I did, and I'm not stopping here," he spoke, and as an idea flew into his mind he gestured over to the 'hired help'.

"Clean this thing, I'm going to invite a friend over for lunch," Wildcard commanded the two ponies, stalking out of the barn and leaving Midnight under their ‘care’.

They weren't gentle cleaning her, the mind-controlled stallions roughly cleaning between her massive folds and cheeks, their hooves pinching her fat and leaving heavy bruises underneath her coat. Their core order wasn't to be gentle with her, their orders were to keep her alive and the farm clean. Thusly Midnight was kept medicated and consumed a few potions from a stock that was starting to get rather low.

While he was away, those two apathetic stallions ignored her needs and pains, and only applied the potions when she was shuddering and gasping—the bat pony teenager moments from dying yet again.

Wildcard returned an hour later, throwing the doors open so the sun could enter, and Midnight was greeted by the slack-jawed face of a rather fat zebra. The undisguised changeling grinning broadly beside her, "Yeah, I told you I found the perfect feedee."

"I cannot believe my eyes, to see a pony this big is a surprise." Midnight just lay there, suckling from the milk hose as she watched from the corner of her dwindling vision as both Wildcard and the Zebra approached her.

"You might... wanna think... about tha'..." The bat pony wheezed as she let the hose droop from her mouth, dribbling a trail of milk down her chest. "Gonna be... bigger... soon... much... bigger..." She groaned as she felt both non-ponies' hooves prod her flab. One hoof harsh and forceful, while the zebra was far more reverent in her touch. Her hoof gliding across Midnight's flesh, sinking deep into her rolls, as her eyes grew wider, and her mouth started to hang open. The sheer scale of the blob that was Midnight sinking in as her hooves sank into the bat pony, before she turned to Wildcard, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

"Wildcard, my shifting friend, tell Zamboni how you brought this pony to such an end."

Wildcard rolled his eyes, "Zamboni, I understand the rhyming is cultural, but you don't need to force it so much," Wildcard spoke, and stepped up the zebra mare. He pulled her away from Midnight and slapped a hoof to the zebras own obese belly.

"Now, Midnight, meet my good friend Zamboni."

The zebra shuddered at the touch, but bowed slightly as was customary anyway. Wildcard certainly had gotten.... aggressive lately, and she figured this explained why. The sheer energy that massive bat pony must be pouring into him was insane.

" Zamboni, meet Midnight Blossom. Fattest mare to ever live, and she's such a broken pig that I'm almost running out of the potions that are keeping her alive. That's why I brought you here,” Wildcard leaned closer to the mountainous bat pony, his voice low and intense. “I want to make her fatter."

The zebra glanced from Wildcard to Midnight, and stared at her. She had expected this was the result of a potion gone wrong or a long hedonistic rampage and this mare wanted to return to a more sane size, Zamboni herself had been in that position. Why would anyone, after all, willingly eat themselves to death?

"Noo..." she spoke, and stepped back up to Midnight and slapped her hooves into that fat. "That's not even possible..."

Her fat was so soft, and Zamboni bit her lip as her hooves wandered over Midnight’s chest. Oh how she would love to be that soft, without the obvious consequences.

"Yes it... is..." Midnight moaned as the zebra pushed her hooves into Midnight's flab, her chest rolls parting enough for the Zebra’s forelegs to start sinking into her. "I got... here... I'm gonna... be bigger..." Her head strained to reach down, and Zamboni could feel the warm, fetid air wafting from Midnight's mouth, the stench of digestion leaking out with each breath. "You're gonna... make me... bigger... or 'm gonna... roll over... on you..." Midnight shifted her weight as much as she could. The effort barely enough to make her gelatinous body wobble and shake, but just enough to push the Zebra's hooves a little deeper, until they were sunken in up to the striped mare's shoulders.

"You'll be... trapped... underneath all... of this..." Both mares moaned quietly at the thought, Zamboni's eyes growing slightly fogged at the thought of simply being that big, while Midnight was watching Wildcard in the background as the changeling stepped up behind the zebra and used his magic to push her forward until she had her snout pressed up against Midnight's barrel. "Feelin' me... growin' bigger... fatter... heavier...  with no... way out... from under me..."

"Or you... can help... me grow..." Midnight spoke as Wildcard slowly dragged the zebra away. Zamboni’s pale yellow eyes still fogged over with a lust that had nothing to do with sex, her desire for more growing as she lost contact with the physical embodiment of fat. The goddess of pure, endless gluttony while Midnight's eyes glowed pale purple, boring into Zamboni's. "'m not big... enough yet... you can make... me bigger... can't you?"

Zamboni felt herself... driven. She had always wanted to be fatter than she was, to gain weight infinitely, but of course she wanted to keep herself relatively healthy. She wasn't in good shape, no two ways around that, but she wasn't deathly ill either and could easily live to a ripe old age comfortably even if she wasn't going to outrun any manticores.

Midnight... Midnight was a mass, she was unstoppable. All the chains of societal norms had been thrown off, she was the sheer embodiment of fat fetish and absolute hedonism given form. Wildcard was surprised by how quickly she took to this, as some unseen force boosted Zamboni's desires to the forefront.

"Zamboni, I need you to..." Wildcard trailed off, clearly Zamboni was lost in her own world, and they seemed to be on the same page anyway.

"Midnight Blossom..." Zamboni started, and stepped up to her, soon crawling up on her as she eyed Midnight with a lecherous fire. "You are going to grow Midnight."

She glanced back to Wildcard, and sunk into the fat as she did. "I need...."

What followed was a long and very specific list of alchemical ingredients and some literal chemicals. Wildcard had absolutely no idea what the hell she needed arsenic for, but if she was going to poison Midnight that seemed stupid, better to just let her sit for an hour and die by her own hooves.

Zamboni and Midnight were left alone while Wildcard and his help collected those ingredients, and returned a half hour later to a Midnight Blossom once again in the throes of nearing death. Something that Zamboni herself watched wistfully, taking in every wheeze, every cough, every shudder- imagining it was her. Imagining herself as this dying blob of fat.

She didn't even stop rubbing her marehood when they returned, and coo'd softly once she released her juices on Midnight's front. "Don't bother with a pot, she's big enough I can mix it all in her... this is going to hurt, Midnight Blossom- but accept it. I can give you six full months of life, but beyond that..." The zebra didn’t bother to say anything more on that line of thought, the end result was painfully obvious to all three of them

Zamboni shrugged, "Just make sure I'm here when her face turns yellow. That will be the last day of her short life."

Midnight coughed and wheezed as the alchemy ingredients were shoved down her throat, the sensation of magic twisting around inside her as her gut churned the magical brew, which slowly started to seep into her flesh and bones, like tea leaves seeping in boiling water. The bat pony could almost feel it as the slow acting potion got to work, and her stomach gurgled with a renewed vigour.

"Six months... is more... than any... other doctor... ever gave me..." Her stomach churned, and a belch flew out past her lips, a cloud of green smoke that smelled of exotic flowers and medical chemicals tickling her tongue and nostrils as it left her. "Better pack... as much into... me as possible... while we've got... the time..."