HOME | DD

Description

It was a warm day in Chicago, the sun was hanging in the afternoon sky, casting down its war rays on the small suburbs on the outskirts of the Windy City. All was still and peaceful, bar cars and children. A shape lay resting on the back porch of one of the homes, dog sized and slumped, her face dabbed with a wet cloth to get rid of sweat. She wasn’t human, and the cloth was moved by no hands. Rose Water huffed as she slung the sodden rag away from her and got to her four feet, hooves clopping loudly on the concrete patio.

Rose Water was in fact a pony; or more precisely a genetically engineered, intelligent unicorn pony based on the My Little Pony, specifically the Friendship Is Magic incarnation. She had a rose pink coat befitting her name and a mane and tail a pleasing shade of lilac. Her eyes were teal and half closed in lazy torpor. Her cutie mark a rose within a drop of water, how simple. The mare groaned aloud and went back inside the house, hooves loudly impacting the wooden tiles as she called out annoyedly.

“Jeff, fix the damn AC, I’m roasting alive her!”

Rose was overheating like a poorly constructed laptop with its fan clogged, despite the 5PM heat being barely above the 40s. This had all to do with her human companion Jeff failing to fix the air conditioning and not at all to do with the fact she was 180lbs of pony. Her stomach burbled loudly, stimulated by her grumping as it always was.

Rose was fat, and she had been fat for years. A pendulous belly swung side to side and jiggled as she took a step and squashed up against whatever surface she lay on, oozing out of her sides. Her rear was like two large grapefruits or melons, pink plump, that bounced and undulated as her back legs moved, a hypnotic display for stallion and man alike. Fat flanks pooled over her legs and held her cutie marks, becoming bloated from increased fatty tissue deposits. Her neck had a quaint roll that hung from it, and her chest seemed puffy. She was all too aware of her girth, and regarded it with a lazy fondness.

“Jeeeeeff!” she whined, becoming increasingly strident. “Where are you?! I’m dying of heat exhaustion here! Get me a cold drink why don’t ya!”

The nebulous Jeff still failed to answer. Rose Water grew more annoyed and began to search the house for him. He wasn’t in the living room, or the kitchen. He could only be in their office. Sighing as that was upstairs, she begun the arduous task of navigating the staircase up to the second story of the house. Her legs wobbled as she tried to get up the flight, her body not accustomed to moving in an upward direction, and her belly uncomfortably banging into each step as she hauled her mass up the stairs, eventually collapsing into a sweaty heap once on the landing.

“Jeff, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna…” she grunted.

“Oh, Rose, you’re up. Come look at this.” a voice spoke from the office, Jeff’s voice.

Sensing something was up, Rose momentarily forgot her anger and waddled into the office. It was neat and tidy, with numerous case files stacked on a bookshelf at one end of the room, and a large desk with a computer at the other, cabinets filled the rest. Jeff sat at the computer, a mousse haired man in his mid-twenties, bespectacled and bookish, yet fairly sociable and outgoing. He looked serious, face fixed upon the screen. Rose glanced at the screen as best as she could and she spotted what had her friend and ‘owner’s attention.

“Showroom pony disappearances have police baffled: A spate of alleged ponynappings have taken Chicago by storm as dozens of show models disappear from stores.” the article title said.

“What’s going on Jeff?” Rose asked, using her pony telekinesis, magic to some people, to pull out a chair for her to park her prodigious rump upon.

“Someone’s been kidnapping showroom model ponies around town, I got called earlier about it. We’ve got a job.” Jeff nodded. “The Pony Protection Bureau gets its first job in weeks!”

Ah yes, the PPB. Jeff had started the one man one pony business shortly after rescuing Rose Water from the streets as a starving, abandoned pet. Ever since ponies had been engineered as talking, thinking pets and companions, like all animals the abuse had started, and Jeff Bromley had taken it upon himself to try and tackle it: With a rescue and investigation business for hire! Rose forgot when they’d started it, it was back before she had so much fat swaddling her frame, before she had trouble getting through the dog door he’d installed for her.

“Who’s paying? And how far away is it?” Rose was hesitant to do work that required walking for more than ten minutes at a time, it made her hooves hurt ever so much.

“Local pony store, and it’s an hour away by car so don’t worry you lazy furball, we’re driving.” Jeff chuckled, giving the mare’s head a ruffle.

“Phew, I thought I’d have to actually walk for a second there, the horror!” Rose swooned in exaggerated fashion, almost toppling over due to her belly lurching to the side as she did.

Jeff rolled his eyes and walked past her, motioning her to come downstairs with him. The duo ended up in the kitchen where he rummaged through the refrigerator for a snack, making sure to hold out an uneaten whopper burger for Rose, who used her magic to snatch it towards her mouth and greedily devour it with loud sloppy chomping. Jeff smiled, she was an adorable little glutton.

“The guy who called up said they’d stolen their prized showroom pony, a Celestia.”

Rose almost choked on the burger; a Celestia?! That model was rare and expensive to produce. It was a law that no ponies based on characters from the show could be sold, only made as display models, like many stores do with their products. They almost always had little personality, being shallow, barely thinking imitations of the real deal. Why someone would want to steal them for any reason beyond fanboy insanity, perverse lust or selling them for profit was beyond her, so she assumed it was one of the above, if not all three together.

“C’mon Rose, lets ride.” Jeff smirked as he grabbed his car keys.

Jeff’s car was a forest green, somewhat battered Ford Focus that he’d bought on the cheap from a contact he’d helped shortly after they began their business. The client’s pony Sun Gleam had gone missing, only to be found in the local pizzeria having gorged himself to the point of needing medical aid for his overloaded stomach. The last the pair had seen of the stallion, he was a few pounds shy of Rose’s size. Not that she found that unpleasant. Jeff reminded the client to cut down his pizza, and out of lacking the money to pay them, he’d given them his old car. Not payment that they had wanted, but it was a definite boon for their ventures.

“I hate cars.” Rose complained, her body was sitting in the front passenger seat the same way a human would, but with her blubbery stomach and chest bit into by the seatbelt, and her rear uncomfortably squished by the seat. She looked rather comical.

“Lose weight then.” Jeff said dryly as he adjusted the rear view mirror, ignoring the indignant whinny from his tubby friend.

The road was bumpy and poorly maintained, which irritated Rose even further as every knock and shake to the car sent her bouncing about in her seat, her fat jiggling and shaking. She made Jeff stop several times for fear of being carsick, but each time was only a loud burp brought on by disturbed gas and her insatiable snacking in the car. By the time they got to their destination the mare would likely be too big to unbuckle without snapping the belt, Jeff mused.

“Want some music on Rose? The sounds of the engine and your stomach growling aren’t doing it for me.” the human joked, fumbling with the car radio.

“Stick it on something heavy, I want my jams!” she cried, mimicking drum beats with her hooves. “ACDC! Or KISS! Or-”

The sound of Highway to Hell almost miraculously began to fill the car, the small equine squealed in delight and began to air guitar along. Jeff almost crashed trying to contain his laughter. At least until Rose tried to sing too, then he almost crashed from his brain liquifying.

“Oh come on, my singing ain’t that bad!” Rose protested, folding her forelegs across her chest swell and pouting cutely.

“If it was any worse Rose Water you’d be tied to the hood of the car and be used to scare deer out of the road.” Jeff responded, prodding her gut.
“I can’t help it, I have the metabolism of a sloth and the vocal chords of a demon.” Rose waved her hoof. Her belly grumbled. “Speaking of metabolism, can we stop at the next roadside food joint? The car tank isn’t the only thing that needs fillin’’.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and checked the signs as they drove on, only an hour’s journey and already they’d stopped five times and this would be the sixth. He often wondered if Rose would one day become so fat she’d need help with everything, from feeding to bodily functions. Or get so fat she’d explode. Either one amused and terrified him. Rose closed her eyes and listened to the sweet sounds of hard rock as they drove on, hooves resting atop her voluminous gut. Great, she was dozing off, now she’d be hungry and cranky.

It was highly fortunate that the Pony Emporium and Wendy’s were right next to each other, Jeff could kill two birds with one calorie crammed and heart bursting stone. As they left the fast food restaurant laden down with bags of burgers and fries, they approached the tall, gaudily finished building that read “Pony Emporium: Your own magical little friend!” in bright pink neon. The idea that someone at Hasbro had the brilliant thought to pay for the magical ponies to be made real was absurd. Awesome, but absurd. The fact that it had worked was even more awesome and absurd. Not that he complained, the ponies were merely people. People who were tiny talking equines, with some that could fly or move stuff with their minds.

A nervous looking man in a suit came bounding over with the force of a whippet when he recognized them, shaking Jeff’s hand so hard he almost wrenched it from it’s socket. So this was the owner, then.

“Oh thank you so much for coming!” he yelled. “I’m absolutely beside myself that someone could steal one of our prized showroom ponies! Do you know how long it takes to develop a Celestia?! That cost me so much money I had to sell a kidney!” He began to undo his shirt “I even have the scars to-”

“Whoa, whoa, easy dude, we get you.” Rose giggled between bites of her unhealthy feast. “When did it happen?”

“Yeah, tell us exactly what went down, as slowly and rationally as you can.” Jeff added, rubbing his aching arm.

The man lead them inside to his office. Rose noticed a Rainbow Dash and a Fluttershy standing around blankly, speaking in biologically preprogrammed sentences and only showing minor sentience. The Dash would go on about how fast and cool she was, the Fluttershy would meekly agree. She shook her head, such a waste to be so dumb.

“Okay, okay...it happened yesterday at some point.” The owner began. “When I went on my lunch break I left the store, the Celestia was sitting in the foyer where she usually does, to great customers. When I returned, the window was smashed like someone had ramraided it, and she was gone!” he began to sob. “All that money gone if you can’t get her back!”

Jeff and Rose nodded intently, Jeff jotting notes down while Rose just eat her burger with a look of determination. So it was a snatch and grab, with a high value target. That was one bit of information.

“Did the cameras get anything?” Jeff inquired.

“Oh, yes. They saw a van smash the windows and two men in masks grab our Celestia and drag her back to the van, and then they left! But, one of them did leave something behind, and we did get the license plate.” the man gave a forced smile.

“What did he leave behind?” Jeff asked, leaning forward intently.

The store owner pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jeff. Upon inspection, it was a receipt for one of the many bulk buying stores in the area, and it was loaded with food purchases. Was this a clue? It didn’t add up…

“Huh, our would-be kidnappers are gluttons?” Rose quipped, burping and not getting the irony.

“I don’t think the food was for them. Hmm…” Jeff was in thought. “And the license plate?”

The owner nodded and wrote it down for them. Now that they had a (questionable) clue and a plate number, the investigation could officially commence. Rose looked up at Jeff quizzically, how were they to do this with so little information?

“We’ll figure something out, Rose.” Jeff must have read her expression, and they set out on the trail of the ponynappers.

The pair searched the area for hours, stopping several times to allow Rose a snack break and shelter from the sun. Nobody had seen or heard of the van responsible, or if they did, they weren’t saying anything. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, as Jeff sipped a coke and Rose tore into a chicken bucket at his feet. The perks of ponies being engineered omnivores. Wracking his brain, Jeff realized something.

“Wait, the receipt!” he shouted gleefully. “If we take it back to the store, they can trace it back to when it was bought with the cameras!”

Rose gave an approving belch.

The store was set up in an old converted warehouse, filled with all manner of goods. Food, weapons, you name it. Nobody batted an eyelid to the corpulent pink pony waddling beside Jeff, her bloated tummy almost kissing the floor as she huffed and puffed feebly trying to keep pace. When he got to the cashier finally the poor mare collapsed with a wheeze.

“I’d like you to show me footage from when this large purchase was made, please. Its very important, we’re tracking a potential crime.” Jeff said, proudly puffing his chest out. The teenage cashier merely gave him a funny look as she called security over, and they went to the security room to review the timestamped footage.

The camera feed was grainy and choppy, but well enough to pick out faces. They rewound hours of footage until the time was the same as on the receipt. Two men, both looking mid to late twenties were paying in cash and carrying out the masses of boxed food bit by bit. They looked like right creeps. Jeff came to a sudden realization once again: He knew one of them!

“Aw crap, I know the one with the beard…” he moaned, putting his head in his hands. “Old school friend, guy ended up leaving early, getting into all kinds of weird stuff. Jason Dunn’s his name. Always was a kook.”

Jason and his accomplice were then seen leaving in a van by the outside CCTV cameras, and the registration matched perfectly. But there was one problem, nobody had seen either man in town since yesterday. Where could they be hiding? What did they want with that Celestia? Jeff did not enjoy the prospect of confronting an old friend over a crime, but he knew he’d likely have to.

Not wanting the police to get involved yet for fear of spooking them, Jeff asked a few trusted friends to keep an eye out for that van, and they waited. Days passed with no leads until someone called in, they’d seen the van at an old warehouse in the run down industrial part of town! The duo grinned, they’d find out what was going on, and the sweet kaching of cash would be heard by them, as well as the feel-good of rescuing ponies from abuse.

A short drive and more seatbelt related complaining from Rose later and they arrived at the warehouse, a beaten up old structure with windows cracked and loose. The van was parked by a side entrance, out of sight of the main road leading up to it. Jeff wasn’t armed, but he assumed two weirdos kidnapping ponies would likewise not think to carry guns, nobody would go after them, right? He certainly hoped he was right. Rose waddled beside him as they closed on another side entrance, her fat body almost knocking things she brushed against over as they tried to be stealthy.

“Be careful you fat lump, or they’ll know we’re here!” Jeff hissed, annoyed.

“Sorry, I-” Rose was cut off by a thunderous noise, like a deep rumbling from the earth. It seemed to come from within the warehouse.

“What was that?” she gasped.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna find out, now c’mon.” Jeff jimmied the door open, and they slinked into the darkened interior of the old warehouse.

What they found, knocked them both flat in shock. It wasn’t just that Celestia who’d been taken, the warehouse was full of ponies, all showroom models, and all very, very fat. They were lying sprawled out in makeshift beds, troughs of slop no doubt made from the bulk bought food in front of them, with many of them sticking their whole heads into the mush to gulp down huge mouthfuls. Their bodies ranged from obese to morbidly obese to almost formless blob like, spilling over the beds and being covered in dimples and rolls. A Spitfire nearby belched and regarded them with glazed over eyes before returning to her feast. A Rariy gurgled between feeds and craned her bloated neck towards them,

“Marveloush...darlingsh…” she said, her mechanical preprogrammed voice deepened and lisped by fat swathing her neck and face.

“Jeff...what…” Rose gagged, the stench was overwhelming; sweat, the poorly mixed food, and other unmentionable odours filled the building.

“They’ve...ugh, been fattening them…?” he replied back with a cough.

They walked along the rows of flabby equines, careful not to disturb them. A Soarin burped and chuckled about pie, a Fluttershy yay’d at her food and wiggled her stubby hooves, a Cheerilee mumbled about a class that didn’t exist. Their minds had been overloaded by the feeding, broken and turned into eating machines, they;d be lucky if reconditioning would restore them, before they exploded or expired from their sheer girth.

“This is...whoa...where’s the Celestia?” Rose murmured, she didn’t know what to make of the sights, although part of her felt like it would be, enjoyable.

“I think we found her.” Jeff gasped, pointing to a large white mass in front of them.

The Celestia was beyond obese; her body was once the same size as the regular ponies to cut production costs, but the volume of food pumped into her as well as god knows what kind of hormones and chemicals had caused her to swell to a size similar to her show counterpart. She wasn’t even in any way resembling a pony anymore, she was a blob, an expanse of white flesh with only a colorful main, tail, and warped cutie marks telling of her pre-gorged self. Her head was sunk into the chasm that was her neck, rolls upon rolls threatened to swallow it, and the pair saw a tube going into her nose to help her breath. Her belly and ass must have merged into a singular entity of fat, it was impossible to tell where one began and one ended. Her hooves were sunken into deep pockets in her blubber, as where her useless, swollen wings. Purple eyes regarded the two with a lost, docile stare as she struggled to burp out broken words.

“Uh’m...Prinshush Shulushtuh...wulcuhm tuh Ekwushtruh…” she burbled, almost unintelligible.

“Dear god, the poor thing is broken, we can’t return her, or the others like this!” Rose yelled, horrified.

Jeff spotted something nearby, it was a video camera hooked up to a computer. Inspecting both, he recoiled in disgust and beckoned Rose over. They saw videos on the computer of Jason and his associate feeding a much smaller Celestia by force, and other unknown people joined in, sometimes doing unspeakable things to her and other ponies that made Rose throw up in her mouth. They’d been abducted for a fat fetish porn ring? That was definitely a new one for the books.

The Celestia’s stomach released another pearl of thunder, it was the source of the rumbling earlier. Suddenly, voices could be heard approaching, it was Jason and his accomplice! They had to hide, and the only place was behind the gargantuan body of the Celestia-blob. They listened in as the two freaks passed.

“I told you this would be profitable Tony, look at how much we made for abducting these stupid things and fattening them up!”Jason laughed, slapping Tony on the back. “That Celestia is gonna make us rich, I already have a buyer from Europe who wants her, he’s willing to pay thousands for her, even more if we up her weight to, and I quote, ‘tank’ level!”

“Jesus, that’s a good few tons, will she even survive it?!” Tony said incredulously,

“I hope so, but if not, we’ll just nab another from another Emporium.” Jason patted the blubbery ass of a Pinkie, watching it ripple. “Man, ever wanted to, ‘do’, one of these things? Now’s our chance…” he gave a perverse smile.

Jeff had heard enough, he stepped out from behind the bloated white mass of pony, resting a hand on her side and yelled “Stop right there criminal scum!” he had no idea why, but he’d always wanted to say that.

“Huh, Jeff?!” Jason was shocked. “What’re you doing here dude, you’re not supposed to-”

“Oh shut up you creep, I knew you were weird but fattening ponies to sell or worse? That’s wrong!” Jeff spat.

“But, your pony is fat!” Tony answered dumbly, pointing to Rose as she was helping herself to some of the Celestia’s slop. She already looked thirty pounds heavier.

“Rose cut it out!” Jeff nudged her with his foot, Rose jumped with a startled belch and turned to grimace at their opponents, slop still around her flabby face.

“You’re going down for this! Even if this stuff is delicious!” she barked, horn glowing.

Not ones to ever like a direct confrontation, Jason and Tony bolted, ducknig and weaving between ponies, with Jeff chasing at full pelt. Rose followed, but dipped her head into every slop trough she could along the way, feeling herself grow. She had an idea, a dumb idea, but it was an idea. She waddled and dragged her fat body towards the nearest door, knowing that the two were trying to confuse Jeff so they could run back around and out through it, so she had the bright idea of blocking it.

“I hope this works!” she prayed, before ramming her head into the trough of an indignant Twilight.

She ate and ate, gobbling down as much as she could. She felt her already fat form swell, adipose tissue building up and stretching her out. Her rear began to press against the wall, belly touching the floor, neckrolls forming down her front. She kept eating, she needed to be just big enough for it to work. With a loud belch, she turned about face and almost rolled herself to the door, feeling her innards slosh and gurgle. She was right, as the two idiots ran face first into her blubber, bouncing off and lying dazed on the floor. She gave a giggle of triumph as Jeff pinned them, the police en route. He then looked up and saw how big she was.

“Rose, why did you do that…” he moaned.

“It worked, didn’t, it?” she wheezed, out of breath. “And I look damn shekshy!” she was lipsing too.

“You look like a pink whale!” Jeff retorted.

“Nuh uh, I’m shekshy, look at my butt, look at it!” she wiggled her engorged plot at them, the fat jiggling and rippling. Jason and Tony agreed she was hot, Jeff dope slapped them both.

With the two perverted ponynappers in custody, and the many obese ponies being shipped back to their stores, Jeff enjoyed a fat paycheck for a job well done. Even if the owner was upset at how his poor Celestia had been ruined, but a few months of therapy might fix it. If not, well…

“I’m hungry.” Rose complained, her belly was so large it was like a small car, and it gave the same pearl of thunder that Celestia’s had done earlier.

“Until we get you back to normal missy you’re on a diet!”Jeff commanded, poking at her massive belly. “But, you did help a lot, so you can have one last big dinner.”

“I want Wendy’s, and KFC, and McDonalds, and and and-” she was off on a tangent.

Jeff just sighed and leaned against her as Rose Water continued to list off what she wanted to eat. How he’;d get her home was another problem altogether. But for now, a job well done and a well earned rest. And for Rose, a full stomach and a well earned week long food coma.

Description

It was a warm day in Chicago, the sun was hanging in the afternoon sky, casting down its war rays on the small suburbs on the outskirts of the Windy City. All was still and peaceful, bar cars and children. A shape lay resting on the back porch of one of the homes, dog sized and slumped, her face dabbed with a wet cloth to get rid of sweat. She wasn’t human, and the cloth was moved by no hands. Rose Water huffed as she slung the sodden rag away from her and got to her four feet, hooves clopping loudly on the concrete patio.

Rose Water was in fact a pony; or more precisely a genetically engineered, intelligent unicorn pony based on the My Little Pony, specifically the Friendship Is Magic incarnation. She had a rose pink coat befitting her name and a mane and tail a pleasing shade of lilac. Her eyes were teal and half closed in lazy torpor. Her cutie mark a rose within a drop of water, how simple. The mare groaned aloud and went back inside the house, hooves loudly impacting the wooden tiles as she called out annoyedly.

“Jeff, fix the damn AC, I’m roasting alive her!”

Rose was overheating like a poorly constructed laptop with its fan clogged, despite the 5PM heat being barely above the 40s. This had all to do with her human companion Jeff failing to fix the air conditioning and not at all to do with the fact she was 180lbs of pony. Her stomach burbled loudly, stimulated by her grumping as it always was.

Rose was fat, and she had been fat for years. A pendulous belly swung side to side and jiggled as she took a step and squashed up against whatever surface she lay on, oozing out of her sides. Her rear was like two large grapefruits or melons, pink plump, that bounced and undulated as her back legs moved, a hypnotic display for stallion and man alike. Fat flanks pooled over her legs and held her cutie marks, becoming bloated from increased fatty tissue deposits. Her neck had a quaint roll that hung from it, and her chest seemed puffy. She was all too aware of her girth, and regarded it with a lazy fondness.

“Jeeeeeff!” she whined, becoming increasingly strident. “Where are you?! I’m dying of heat exhaustion here! Get me a cold drink why don’t ya!”

The nebulous Jeff still failed to answer. Rose Water grew more annoyed and began to search the house for him. He wasn’t in the living room, or the kitchen. He could only be in their office. Sighing as that was upstairs, she begun the arduous task of navigating the staircase up to the second story of the house. Her legs wobbled as she tried to get up the flight, her body not accustomed to moving in an upward direction, and her belly uncomfortably banging into each step as she hauled her mass up the stairs, eventually collapsing into a sweaty heap once on the landing.

“Jeff, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna…” she grunted.

“Oh, Rose, you’re up. Come look at this.” a voice spoke from the office, Jeff’s voice.

Sensing something was up, Rose momentarily forgot her anger and waddled into the office. It was neat and tidy, with numerous case files stacked on a bookshelf at one end of the room, and a large desk with a computer at the other, cabinets filled the rest. Jeff sat at the computer, a mousse haired man in his mid-twenties, bespectacled and bookish, yet fairly sociable and outgoing. He looked serious, face fixed upon the screen. Rose glanced at the screen as best as she could and she spotted what had her friend and ‘owner’s attention.

“Showroom pony disappearances have police baffled: A spate of alleged ponynappings have taken Chicago by storm as dozens of show models disappear from stores.” the article title said.

“What’s going on Jeff?” Rose asked, using her pony telekinesis, magic to some people, to pull out a chair for her to park her prodigious rump upon.

“Someone’s been kidnapping showroom model ponies around town, I got called earlier about it. We’ve got a job.” Jeff nodded. “The Pony Protection Bureau gets its first job in weeks!”

Ah yes, the PPB. Jeff had started the one man one pony business shortly after rescuing Rose Water from the streets as a starving, abandoned pet. Ever since ponies had been engineered as talking, thinking pets and companions, like all animals the abuse had started, and Jeff Bromley had taken it upon himself to try and tackle it: With a rescue and investigation business for hire! Rose forgot when they’d started it, it was back before she had so much fat swaddling her frame, before she had trouble getting through the dog door he’d installed for her.

“Who’s paying? And how far away is it?” Rose was hesitant to do work that required walking for more than ten minutes at a time, it made her hooves hurt ever so much.

“Local pony store, and it’s an hour away by car so don’t worry you lazy furball, we’re driving.” Jeff chuckled, giving the mare’s head a ruffle.

“Phew, I thought I’d have to actually walk for a second there, the horror!” Rose swooned in exaggerated fashion, almost toppling over due to her belly lurching to the side as she did.

Jeff rolled his eyes and walked past her, motioning her to come downstairs with him. The duo ended up in the kitchen where he rummaged through the refrigerator for a snack, making sure to hold out an uneaten whopper burger for Rose, who used her magic to snatch it towards her mouth and greedily devour it with loud sloppy chomping. Jeff smiled, she was an adorable little glutton.

“The guy who called up said they’d stolen their prized showroom pony, a Celestia.”

Rose almost choked on the burger; a Celestia?! That model was rare and expensive to produce. It was a law that no ponies based on characters from the show could be sold, only made as display models, like many stores do with their products. They almost always had little personality, being shallow, barely thinking imitations of the real deal. Why someone would want to steal them for any reason beyond fanboy insanity, perverse lust or selling them for profit was beyond her, so she assumed it was one of the above, if not all three together.

“C’mon Rose, lets ride.” Jeff smirked as he grabbed his car keys.

Jeff’s car was a forest green, somewhat battered Ford Focus that he’d bought on the cheap from a contact he’d helped shortly after they began their business. The client’s pony Sun Gleam had gone missing, only to be found in the local pizzeria having gorged himself to the point of needing medical aid for his overloaded stomach. The last the pair had seen of the stallion, he was a few pounds shy of Rose’s size. Not that she found that unpleasant. Jeff reminded the client to cut down his pizza, and out of lacking the money to pay them, he’d given them his old car. Not payment that they had wanted, but it was a definite boon for their ventures.

“I hate cars.” Rose complained, her body was sitting in the front passenger seat the same way a human would, but with her blubbery stomach and chest bit into by the seatbelt, and her rear uncomfortably squished by the seat. She looked rather comical.

“Lose weight then.” Jeff said dryly as he adjusted the rear view mirror, ignoring the indignant whinny from his tubby friend.

The road was bumpy and poorly maintained, which irritated Rose even further as every knock and shake to the car sent her bouncing about in her seat, her fat jiggling and shaking. She made Jeff stop several times for fear of being carsick, but each time was only a loud burp brought on by disturbed gas and her insatiable snacking in the car. By the time they got to their destination the mare would likely be too big to unbuckle without snapping the belt, Jeff mused.

“Want some music on Rose? The sounds of the engine and your stomach growling aren’t doing it for me.” the human joked, fumbling with the car radio.

“Stick it on something heavy, I want my jams!” she cried, mimicking drum beats with her hooves. “ACDC! Or KISS! Or-”

The sound of Highway to Hell almost miraculously began to fill the car, the small equine squealed in delight and began to air guitar along. Jeff almost crashed trying to contain his laughter. At least until Rose tried to sing too, then he almost crashed from his brain liquifying.

“Oh come on, my singing ain’t that bad!” Rose protested, folding her forelegs across her chest swell and pouting cutely.

“If it was any worse Rose Water you’d be tied to the hood of the car and be used to scare deer out of the road.” Jeff responded, prodding her gut.
“I can’t help it, I have the metabolism of a sloth and the vocal chords of a demon.” Rose waved her hoof. Her belly grumbled. “Speaking of metabolism, can we stop at the next roadside food joint? The car tank isn’t the only thing that needs fillin’’.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and checked the signs as they drove on, only an hour’s journey and already they’d stopped five times and this would be the sixth. He often wondered if Rose would one day become so fat she’d need help with everything, from feeding to bodily functions. Or get so fat she’d explode. Either one amused and terrified him. Rose closed her eyes and listened to the sweet sounds of hard rock as they drove on, hooves resting atop her voluminous gut. Great, she was dozing off, now she’d be hungry and cranky.

It was highly fortunate that the Pony Emporium and Wendy’s were right next to each other, Jeff could kill two birds with one calorie crammed and heart bursting stone. As they left the fast food restaurant laden down with bags of burgers and fries, they approached the tall, gaudily finished building that read “Pony Emporium: Your own magical little friend!” in bright pink neon. The idea that someone at Hasbro had the brilliant thought to pay for the magical ponies to be made real was absurd. Awesome, but absurd. The fact that it had worked was even more awesome and absurd. Not that he complained, the ponies were merely people. People who were tiny talking equines, with some that could fly or move stuff with their minds.

A nervous looking man in a suit came bounding over with the force of a whippet when he recognized them, shaking Jeff’s hand so hard he almost wrenched it from it’s socket. So this was the owner, then.

“Oh thank you so much for coming!” he yelled. “I’m absolutely beside myself that someone could steal one of our prized showroom ponies! Do you know how long it takes to develop a Celestia?! That cost me so much money I had to sell a kidney!” He began to undo his shirt “I even have the scars to-”

“Whoa, whoa, easy dude, we get you.” Rose giggled between bites of her unhealthy feast. “When did it happen?”

“Yeah, tell us exactly what went down, as slowly and rationally as you can.” Jeff added, rubbing his aching arm.

The man lead them inside to his office. Rose noticed a Rainbow Dash and a Fluttershy standing around blankly, speaking in biologically preprogrammed sentences and only showing minor sentience. The Dash would go on about how fast and cool she was, the Fluttershy would meekly agree. She shook her head, such a waste to be so dumb.

“Okay, okay...it happened yesterday at some point.” The owner began. “When I went on my lunch break I left the store, the Celestia was sitting in the foyer where she usually does, to great customers. When I returned, the window was smashed like someone had ramraided it, and she was gone!” he began to sob. “All that money gone if you can’t get her back!”

Jeff and Rose nodded intently, Jeff jotting notes down while Rose just eat her burger with a look of determination. So it was a snatch and grab, with a high value target. That was one bit of information.

“Did the cameras get anything?” Jeff inquired.

“Oh, yes. They saw a van smash the windows and two men in masks grab our Celestia and drag her back to the van, and then they left! But, one of them did leave something behind, and we did get the license plate.” the man gave a forced smile.

“What did he leave behind?” Jeff asked, leaning forward intently.

The store owner pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jeff. Upon inspection, it was a receipt for one of the many bulk buying stores in the area, and it was loaded with food purchases. Was this a clue? It didn’t add up…

“Huh, our would-be kidnappers are gluttons?” Rose quipped, burping and not getting the irony.

“I don’t think the food was for them. Hmm…” Jeff was in thought. “And the license plate?”

The owner nodded and wrote it down for them. Now that they had a (questionable) clue and a plate number, the investigation could officially commence. Rose looked up at Jeff quizzically, how were they to do this with so little information?

“We’ll figure something out, Rose.” Jeff must have read her expression, and they set out on the trail of the ponynappers.

The pair searched the area for hours, stopping several times to allow Rose a snack break and shelter from the sun. Nobody had seen or heard of the van responsible, or if they did, they weren’t saying anything. It was becoming increasingly frustrating, as Jeff sipped a coke and Rose tore into a chicken bucket at his feet. The perks of ponies being engineered omnivores. Wracking his brain, Jeff realized something.

“Wait, the receipt!” he shouted gleefully. “If we take it back to the store, they can trace it back to when it was bought with the cameras!”

Rose gave an approving belch.

The store was set up in an old converted warehouse, filled with all manner of goods. Food, weapons, you name it. Nobody batted an eyelid to the corpulent pink pony waddling beside Jeff, her bloated tummy almost kissing the floor as she huffed and puffed feebly trying to keep pace. When he got to the cashier finally the poor mare collapsed with a wheeze.

“I’d like you to show me footage from when this large purchase was made, please. Its very important, we’re tracking a potential crime.” Jeff said, proudly puffing his chest out. The teenage cashier merely gave him a funny look as she called security over, and they went to the security room to review the timestamped footage.

The camera feed was grainy and choppy, but well enough to pick out faces. They rewound hours of footage until the time was the same as on the receipt. Two men, both looking mid to late twenties were paying in cash and carrying out the masses of boxed food bit by bit. They looked like right creeps. Jeff came to a sudden realization once again: He knew one of them!

“Aw crap, I know the one with the beard…” he moaned, putting his head in his hands. “Old school friend, guy ended up leaving early, getting into all kinds of weird stuff. Jason Dunn’s his name. Always was a kook.”

Jason and his accomplice were then seen leaving in a van by the outside CCTV cameras, and the registration matched perfectly. But there was one problem, nobody had seen either man in town since yesterday. Where could they be hiding? What did they want with that Celestia? Jeff did not enjoy the prospect of confronting an old friend over a crime, but he knew he’d likely have to.

Not wanting the police to get involved yet for fear of spooking them, Jeff asked a few trusted friends to keep an eye out for that van, and they waited. Days passed with no leads until someone called in, they’d seen the van at an old warehouse in the run down industrial part of town! The duo grinned, they’d find out what was going on, and the sweet kaching of cash would be heard by them, as well as the feel-good of rescuing ponies from abuse.

A short drive and more seatbelt related complaining from Rose later and they arrived at the warehouse, a beaten up old structure with windows cracked and loose. The van was parked by a side entrance, out of sight of the main road leading up to it. Jeff wasn’t armed, but he assumed two weirdos kidnapping ponies would likewise not think to carry guns, nobody would go after them, right? He certainly hoped he was right. Rose waddled beside him as they closed on another side entrance, her fat body almost knocking things she brushed against over as they tried to be stealthy.

“Be careful you fat lump, or they’ll know we’re here!” Jeff hissed, annoyed.

“Sorry, I-” Rose was cut off by a thunderous noise, like a deep rumbling from the earth. It seemed to come from within the warehouse.

“What was that?” she gasped.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna find out, now c’mon.” Jeff jimmied the door open, and they slinked into the darkened interior of the old warehouse.

What they found, knocked them both flat in shock. It wasn’t just that Celestia who’d been taken, the warehouse was full of ponies, all showroom models, and all very, very fat. They were lying sprawled out in makeshift beds, troughs of slop no doubt made from the bulk bought food in front of them, with many of them sticking their whole heads into the mush to gulp down huge mouthfuls. Their bodies ranged from obese to morbidly obese to almost formless blob like, spilling over the beds and being covered in dimples and rolls. A Spitfire nearby belched and regarded them with glazed over eyes before returning to her feast. A Rariy gurgled between feeds and craned her bloated neck towards them,

“Marveloush...darlingsh…” she said, her mechanical preprogrammed voice deepened and lisped by fat swathing her neck and face.

“Jeff...what…” Rose gagged, the stench was overwhelming; sweat, the poorly mixed food, and other unmentionable odours filled the building.

“They’ve...ugh, been fattening them…?” he replied back with a cough.

They walked along the rows of flabby equines, careful not to disturb them. A Soarin burped and chuckled about pie, a Fluttershy yay’d at her food and wiggled her stubby hooves, a Cheerilee mumbled about a class that didn’t exist. Their minds had been overloaded by the feeding, broken and turned into eating machines, they;d be lucky if reconditioning would restore them, before they exploded or expired from their sheer girth.

“This is...whoa...where’s the Celestia?” Rose murmured, she didn’t know what to make of the sights, although part of her felt like it would be, enjoyable.

“I think we found her.” Jeff gasped, pointing to a large white mass in front of them.

The Celestia was beyond obese; her body was once the same size as the regular ponies to cut production costs, but the volume of food pumped into her as well as god knows what kind of hormones and chemicals had caused her to swell to a size similar to her show counterpart. She wasn’t even in any way resembling a pony anymore, she was a blob, an expanse of white flesh with only a colorful main, tail, and warped cutie marks telling of her pre-gorged self. Her head was sunk into the chasm that was her neck, rolls upon rolls threatened to swallow it, and the pair saw a tube going into her nose to help her breath. Her belly and ass must have merged into a singular entity of fat, it was impossible to tell where one began and one ended. Her hooves were sunken into deep pockets in her blubber, as where her useless, swollen wings. Purple eyes regarded the two with a lost, docile stare as she struggled to burp out broken words.

“Uh’m...Prinshush Shulushtuh...wulcuhm tuh Ekwushtruh…” she burbled, almost unintelligible.

“Dear god, the poor thing is broken, we can’t return her, or the others like this!” Rose yelled, horrified.

Jeff spotted something nearby, it was a video camera hooked up to a computer. Inspecting both, he recoiled in disgust and beckoned Rose over. They saw videos on the computer of Jason and his associate feeding a much smaller Celestia by force, and other unknown people joined in, sometimes doing unspeakable things to her and other ponies that made Rose throw up in her mouth. They’d been abducted for a fat fetish porn ring? That was definitely a new one for the books.

The Celestia’s stomach released another pearl of thunder, it was the source of the rumbling earlier. Suddenly, voices could be heard approaching, it was Jason and his accomplice! They had to hide, and the only place was behind the gargantuan body of the Celestia-blob. They listened in as the two freaks passed.

“I told you this would be profitable Tony, look at how much we made for abducting these stupid things and fattening them up!”Jason laughed, slapping Tony on the back. “That Celestia is gonna make us rich, I already have a buyer from Europe who wants her, he’s willing to pay thousands for her, even more if we up her weight to, and I quote, ‘tank’ level!”

“Jesus, that’s a good few tons, will she even survive it?!” Tony said incredulously,

“I hope so, but if not, we’ll just nab another from another Emporium.” Jason patted the blubbery ass of a Pinkie, watching it ripple. “Man, ever wanted to, ‘do’, one of these things? Now’s our chance…” he gave a perverse smile.

Jeff had heard enough, he stepped out from behind the bloated white mass of pony, resting a hand on her side and yelled “Stop right there criminal scum!” he had no idea why, but he’d always wanted to say that.

“Huh, Jeff?!” Jason was shocked. “What’re you doing here dude, you’re not supposed to-”

“Oh shut up you creep, I knew you were weird but fattening ponies to sell or worse? That’s wrong!” Jeff spat.

“But, your pony is fat!” Tony answered dumbly, pointing to Rose as she was helping herself to some of the Celestia’s slop. She already looked thirty pounds heavier.

“Rose cut it out!” Jeff nudged her with his foot, Rose jumped with a startled belch and turned to grimace at their opponents, slop still around her flabby face.

“You’re going down for this! Even if this stuff is delicious!” she barked, horn glowing.

Not ones to ever like a direct confrontation, Jason and Tony bolted, ducknig and weaving between ponies, with Jeff chasing at full pelt. Rose followed, but dipped her head into every slop trough she could along the way, feeling herself grow. She had an idea, a dumb idea, but it was an idea. She waddled and dragged her fat body towards the nearest door, knowing that the two were trying to confuse Jeff so they could run back around and out through it, so she had the bright idea of blocking it.

“I hope this works!” she prayed, before ramming her head into the trough of an indignant Twilight.

She ate and ate, gobbling down as much as she could. She felt her already fat form swell, adipose tissue building up and stretching her out. Her rear began to press against the wall, belly touching the floor, neckrolls forming down her front. She kept eating, she needed to be just big enough for it to work. With a loud belch, she turned about face and almost rolled herself to the door, feeling her innards slosh and gurgle. She was right, as the two idiots ran face first into her blubber, bouncing off and lying dazed on the floor. She gave a giggle of triumph as Jeff pinned them, the police en route. He then looked up and saw how big she was.

“Rose, why did you do that…” he moaned.

“It worked, didn’t, it?” she wheezed, out of breath. “And I look damn shekshy!” she was lipsing too.

“You look like a pink whale!” Jeff retorted.

“Nuh uh, I’m shekshy, look at my butt, look at it!” she wiggled her engorged plot at them, the fat jiggling and rippling. Jason and Tony agreed she was hot, Jeff dope slapped them both.

With the two perverted ponynappers in custody, and the many obese ponies being shipped back to their stores, Jeff enjoyed a fat paycheck for a job well done. Even if the owner was upset at how his poor Celestia had been ruined, but a few months of therapy might fix it. If not, well…

“I’m hungry.” Rose complained, her belly was so large it was like a small car, and it gave the same pearl of thunder that Celestia’s had done earlier.

“Until we get you back to normal missy you’re on a diet!”Jeff commanded, poking at her massive belly. “But, you did help a lot, so you can have one last big dinner.”

“I want Wendy’s, and KFC, and McDonalds, and and and-” she was off on a tangent.

Jeff just sighed and leaned against her as Rose Water continued to list off what she wanted to eat. How he’;d get her home was another problem altogether. But for now, a job well done and a well earned rest. And for Rose, a full stomach and a well earned week long food coma.