[REQ] Rarity Gives In

 

The local seamstress Rarity was among those out and about this fine evening, slowly making her way home as the sun continued its gradual descent, painting the sky a brilliant collection of pinks and purples. However, unlike her fellow residents, there was no fuzzy winter gear adorning her figure.

 

Also unlike her fellow residents, Rarity was absolutely soaked horn to hoof in sweat as she lumbered forwards, gasping and heaving as she struggled to continue.

 

The most cursory of glances is all that would be required to understand why Rarity stood out from her fellow citizens. She was, in a word, huge. Bigger than huge, even.

 

The massive ivory mare must've weighed at least 400 pounds, if not even a bit more. Her wide, round frame jiggled and wobbled endlessly as she heaved her mass down the street, step by step by labored, painful step.

 

Her brilliant blue eyes were faded and barely open, nearly squished closed by a pair of round, cherubic cheeks. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and wheezed for breath, trails of drool running down a pile of chins too numerous to count without closer inspection. The simple pink sweater she wore was strained nearly to the breaking point over her massive, heaving tits, their soft round mass sloshing back and forth perpetually as she labored onwards. Perhaps even more impressive than her mighty rack was her huge, sagging gut, an absolute behemoth of a stomach that always preceded her entrance by a good couple of feet. It too stretched the material of her sweater far too thin, and the woefully taxed garment couldn't even hope to cover her bottommost roll which jiggled freely in the crisp evening air, almost covering the entirety of her crotch.

 

Her massive, trunk-like legs scraped together all the way down to her knees, taking turns inching forward inch by strenuous inch as she shuffled ever onwards. From behind, casual passerby would be treated to a delightful sight, as two huge, plump cheeks bulged and strained and rubbed against each other tantalizingly as her hips swayed back and forth with her ponderous gait. Rarity couldn't remember the last time she could wear anything besides sweatpants, and even those were nearing the end of their usefulness for her as her weight climbed ever higher.

 

Rarity's admittedly still-beautiful face was flushed bright red with exertion, rivulets of sweat running freely down her forehead, cheeks, and chins. Her chest heaved and strained with every labored breath she took. Her heart palpitated frantically as it tried to adequately fuel the entirely-too-large frame it was saddled with. As far as Rarity was concerned, every breath could very well be her last as her heart pounded desperately, feeling equally ready to either explode out of her chest or simply sputter and die, unable to continue the fight.

 

How had it come to this...? Yes, Rarity knew she had been putting on weight. Yes, she knew that her good habits and routines had been steadily slipping away over the past few months, only to be replaced with desperate binges and hedonistic gorges. And yes, she most definitely knew that she was eating far too much junk food, from ice cream to hayburgers, decadent chocolate sweets to cakes, pies, and desserts of all kinds. Sugarcube Corner beckoned on a near-daily basis, and she had found herself increasingly unable to resist its siren call of food, food, and more food...

 

Rarity felt tears starting to well up in her nearly-closed eyes as she considered her absolute disaster of a day thus far. This morning she had awoke to a searing pain in her chest, her breath coming in short, labored gasps as she struggled and writhed, desperately attempting to relieve her agony. Although the ache in her chest had persisted throughout the entire day, it had at least waned enough that she could catch her breath a bit, her huge bosom and mountain of a gut heaving up and down as she coughed and sputtered, desperately sucking down as many lungfuls of fresh air as she could manage.

 

It turned out all her squirming had proven to be the final straw for her poor, faithful bed, as with a sharp cracking sound the legs of her four-poster bed snapped off, dropping the mattress and its ponderous passenger onto the hard ground with a loud THUD! The impact had startled her so bad she was stricken with a second episode of cardiac arrest. For all she knew, she had nearly died twice this morning! Literally the worst! possible! thing!

 

So it was with an aching heart (literally) and cold fear in her gut that Rarity forced her way to Ponyville Hospital.

 

What news she did receive was not reassuring. She had watched Nurse Redheart's face contort more and more into a pained grimace as she listened to her patient's breathing and heartbeat. She had been told in no uncertain terms that her body was dying, falling victim to her voracious appetite and insatiable sweet tooth. It was either go on a brutal crash-course diet and exercise program or inevitably succumb to her ailing health.

 

If it wasn't already too late, that is.

 

Rarity stopped to catch her breath for a moment, wheezing laboriously as she brought one fat, flabby arm to her face to wipe the considerable layer of perspiration from her brow, while the other held up the medicine she had been given minutes ago.

 

"Take twice daily, once AM once PM. DO NOT TAKE WITH FOOD" the instructions read. As if on cue, Rarity's stomach grumbled irritably, its vast surface quaking as it demanded to be filled once again with delicious treats. Rarity sighed forlornly as she stroked her behemoth of a gut gently. If this medicine was to work, and, hopefully, save her life, she would need to curb the appetite she had gradually become enslaved to. Once upon a time she was in control. She ate what she wanted when she wanted, and no more than that. She enjoyed a healthy selection of foods along with the occasional sweet treat as a reward here and there. But the cravings soon became too much to resist. One treat a day turned into two, then four, then ten or more as her eating habits steadily began declining.

 

Now she could hardly go an hour without the mighty need to cram her gut with another serving of rich, fatty foods. There was nothing she could do...she was powerless against the roaring demands of her stomach.

 

Glumly looking up, Rarity started as she realized she was standing right in front of Carousel Boutique. Grumbling irritably to herself the morbidly obese seamstress lumbered into her abode, stopping for only a moment or two as her considerably wide hips wedged themselves into her increasingly-insufficient doorframe.

 

Rarity felt like she had hardly blinked before she was already standing in front of her freezer, reaching out with a doughy hand to reveal the delightful frozen treats within, promising the gentle comfort of a full stomach and a satisfied palette. Rarity managed to pause for just a moment to grapple with her base desires, desperately willing herself to turn away and save herself from her own destruction. It wasn't too late! She just needed to resist the nearly overwhelming desire to eat and glut, consume and gorge until the sweet release came...

 

She trembled softly as her mind roamed wild with fantasy. 'Look at you,' she thought to herself. 'Look at what a pig of a mare you've become. Look at the beautiful body you've destroyed so willingly. Look at how helpless you are to control yourself. You're just a glutton, a helpless pig who lives to eat and eat and eat and nothing else, until the very end...'

 

Rarity's gaze fell once more to the medicine in her hand and her brow furrowed. Take without food?! Did she look like a mare who could go very long without food?! What was Redheart thinking, giving her this? Did she actually think she'd manage to use it properly? Did she actually think that it would help her with her problem, when she was clearly incapable of going even the shortest amounts of time without something tasty passing through her lips? Maybe even, perhaps, she was trying to hasten her demise by giving her "life-saving" medicine that wouldn't actually work?!

 

That was it, wasn't it? She was just jealous! Once Rarity had been the pinnicle of fashion and desire, the talk of the town! The belle of the ball! Everypony who was anypony wanted to be associated with her!

 

That's why nopony had been helping her! They were all enjoying watching her fall from grace! All the other mares in town, they were just waiting to take her place once she was out of the way for good! They wanted her to eat and grow fat! They wanted her to destroy herself with her gluttony! They wanted her to eat and eat and eat AND EAT AND EAT AND-

 

With an angry snarl, Rarity tossed the useless bottle across the kitchen as she wrenched open her freezer door, the cool air a refreshing gift on her flushed, sweaty skin. Horn glowing brightly, several tubs of frosted goodness inched themselves forwards and tossed their lids aside as several more spoons floated over and began to dig in to the different flavors. Opening her mouth wide, Rarity crammed spoonful after spoonful after spoonful of frozen, creamy dessert into her desperate maw, the different flavors mixing and melting delightfully on her tongue as she consumed more and more.

 

Rarity's horn glowed brilliantly as an absolute maelstrom of cutlery whirled about before her, more than half a dozen spoons flying frantically through the air and delivering a constant stream of ice cream to her greedy, slobbering maw. Drops of melted ice cream flew everywhere, splattering against her face, her chest, the fridge, the floor, the ceiling...

 

With a soft belch, the first spoon found itself scooping air at the bottom of an empty container. Promptly tossing the worthless carton over her shoulder, another slid forward from the frozen depths to replace it, and the cycle continued. Cartons flew periodically as the first set emptied themselves, the second quickly taking their place. Rarity's eyes lidded with the thrill of the feast, her hands involuntarily falling to grope her massive body. First she grabbed two giant handfuls of tit flesh, kneading and squeezing and moaning with pleasure as she felt how undeniably HUGE she was. Dropping her hands lower, she rubbed and stroked her rounding belly and played with her various rolls, increasingly enthralled with the enormity of her own body.

 

Soon the third and final round of ice cream was well underway, a sizable stack of unwanted empty cartons piled in the corner behind her. Although she was far too busy noisily slurping and gulping down her ice cream, had her old self been shown what she looked like now she would have been truly horrified. Rarity was, quite frankly, a complete and utter mess, and it was only getting worse by the minute. Her belly was continuing to grumble and swell as more and more food was dumped into it. Her mouth and face were covered with several different colored smears as she continued to smack and swallow greedily. Her turtleneck sweater was filthy, colored almost everything but pink from the neck all the way down to the tops of her mammoth breasts, with just a little bit extra finding its way onto the upper swell of her stuffed tummy.

 

As Rarity continued to greedily shove more and more into her needy gullet, a distant memory bubbled its way to the forefront of her thoughts unbidden, but soon it had Rarity trembling with need as she remembered a particular stallion she could never forget...

 

They had met at the Grand Galloping Gala, of course, this one much more delightfully Blueblood-free than the previous. Although her weight had been just starting to get away from her, she still showed up drop-dead gorgeous. Her elegant dress complimented her perfectly, and her graceful stature combined with her luscious curves had heads turning all night long.

 

A couple hours of mixing and mingling went past, Rarity delighting in the opportunity to pander to the nobles yet again, as well as the near-endless stream of delicious hors d'oeuvres she eagerly partook of. It was then that her gaze had settled on...HIM. Oh he was simply magnificent! Tall, blonde, and muscular, wearing a crisp white suit with a ruby red rose tucked in the breast pocket. His very form radiated masculinity, and much to her horror, he glanced over and his eyes met hers while she stood there goggling at his dreamy form.

 

Rarity remembered being mortified as the dreamy hunk of stallion made his way over through the crowd, every bit of her wishing just to disappear but knowing that she would have to own up and apologize for staring so rudely. Imagine her surprise then, when the first thing he did was compliment the healthy portions on her plate, explaining that he appreciated mares with a robust appetite. Though initially caught off-guard, Rarity was soon giggling coyly as he continued to flatter her up and down, pointing out most of his favorite dishes and insisting she try some.

 

What followed was a whirlwind of food and drink, her memory turning hazy as she remembered drinking more than she should have, and eating FAR more than she should have. Her rounded gut had ended up bulging obscenely from her dress, gurgling softly with fullness. But the food was so good, and under the ministrations of her new companion, Valiant had been his name, she was powerless to resist just one more bite...

 

Rarity wasn't sure how long she had been sucking an empty spoon when she finally returned to her senses. Floating the utensil aside, Rarity straightened up with a groan as she took in the sight of her now-barren freezer, its contents sloshing happily in her swollen belly. As the curve of her gut pressed ever outwards, the bottom hem of her sweater continued to ride upwards, increasingly unable to cover the vast white expanse and now revealing her deep, cavernous belly button.

 

Gently rubbing the sides of her stomach, a low gurgle was heard before Rarity's jaw parted to release a resounding 'bbbbbuuuuuUUUUUURRRRPP!' that rattled the spoons on the counter slightly. Rarity licked her lips and sighed in satisfaction. Her belly gurgled happily as it reveled in the sensation of being full once again.

 

But that just wouldn't be good enough, would it? She would just get hungry again. She would just feed it again. She would never truly escape the cycle of hunger and greed, she was truly doomed to rinse and repeat until she finally met her end...

 

Unless she ate so much she would never be hungry again. It suddenly seemed so simple to Rarity. Dropping to her knees with a dopey grin on her face, Rarity pulled open the bottom door of her refrigerator and beheld with glee the veritable bounty laid out before her.

 

The remnants from Pinkie's latest bake party were the first to go. A tray of brownies found themselves eagerly shoved down her gullet followed by cupcakes and a couple of pies. Next came the leftovers from when the girls had gone out to eat the other night. Rarity had ordered an entirely fresh dish of cheesy, rich alfredo to take home for later, and now huge scoops of creamy pasta were shoved past her slobbering lips relentlessly as the gorge continued with reckless abandon.

 

Everything else that was stored in the fridge began finding its way into that huge, angrily grumbling stomach as Rarity ate on and on. Apples and oranges were swallowed whole, blocks of cheese were devoured like pastries, and various meats vanished into the abyss, some pre-cooked but most of it still raw.

 

Nothing remotely edible was spared. Ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise were literally poured down her throat, along with jars of pickles, olives, and peppers; oils and dressings, honey and jellies, even entire sticks of butter vanished down her gasping, wheezing throat. Rarity was like a machine. She wanted it all in her gut. She NEEDED every last little bit possible. She must never be hungry again in her lifetime! Onwards she ate and ate and ATE...

 

Her vision wavered as she continued to gorge ferociously, the face of Valiant steadily coming into view, his powerful jaw sneering down at her as she stuffed herself like a true pig. "Yes, Rarity...EAT. You are much too skinny for me...you must have more...always more..."

 

Rarity moaned lewdly as her pace quickened, eager to please her fantasy stallion. "Ohhhh darling..." she huffed with her mouth full, barely able to form the words as she continued, "I've gotten sho faaaat...can't...shtop eating...ooooh...feed me..." The gluttonous seamstress continued to moan softly to herself as she imagined him standing before her, demanding she have more, never stopping, never enough, more, more, MORE...

 

Rarity returned to her thoughts with a sudden jolt, only to find there was nothing left. The fridge was picked entirely clean. Rarity stared blearily for a moment or two at the shining white wall that was the back of her refrigerator before gently rolling back and collapsing on her bottom, her now undeniably huge gut slapping against the cool tile floor between her legs. Leaning back and opening wide, Rarity announced her satisfaction with a deep, resonating 'bbbbooooOOOOOORRRRPP!'

 

It was at that moment that Rarity realized how truly and utterly awful she felt. Her insides felt like they had been totally greased up as they slipped and slid over each other, being steadily pushed farther and farther apart by her ever-expanding stomach. Her gut burbled and roared angrily as it roiled and rumbled in pain, thoroughly displeased at how badly it had been mistreated. Rarity felt her chest starting to tighten again as she began wheezing even harder for breath, her heart pounding as it threatened to burst out of her chest.

 

But oh, the pleasant tingling between her legs just felt so goooood...what would Valiant think if he could see her now...?

 

Rarity gurgled lowly, a slight trail of drool running freely from her mouth as she moaned weakly, her stomach continuing to roar its disapproval. But was it enough? Had she eaten enough?

 

Of course not. She would be hungry again by morning.

 

Her horn flaring weakly, Rarity's cabinets began to open and their contents began to float over towards the drooling, groaning mess of a mare beached on the floor, her stomach utterly swollen to the point of brushing up against her knees as it trembled and quaked, emitting all manner of horrific groaning and bubbling noises, her sweater covering barely a third of her stomach's churning surface by now.

 

Swept up in the rising tide of gluttony and lust, Rarity's phone also found itself entering the room with its stand, snapping a few pictures of her enormity before beginning to record her demise. "Ohhhh, darling...I need...mmooorre...foooood..."

 

Rarity's eyes closed as the first boxes of barely edible foodstuffs started pouring down her throat. Dry cereal, raw oats, instant mashed potatoes, dry rice, pure salt and sugar, and raw noodles poured down her throat, leaving her feeling sore and parched.

 

From her pantry floated loaves of bread, sacks of potatoes, and countless cans and jars of soups, vegetables, and more. With a soft click, her wine cabinet gently swung open and her finest bottles began floating over, uncorking themselves as they went and periodically shoving their necks into her throat, her neck undulating frantically as she guzzled and gulped every last drop.

 

Food continued to pour into poor Rarity's mouth at an alarming rate, interspersed here and there with another bottle of fine wine. Her stomach began to grow at a frightening pace, and with it the cacophony of sloshing, roiling, gurgling noises grew also.

 

"Uuuurrrrfff..." Rarity moaned in agony as she swallowed another potato whole before ripping the top off a can and pouring its contents down her throat. She had never felt sicker in her life than she did right this moment, and she was only feeling worse and worse by the second. Her stomach roiled and churned violently and she started to begin to gag slightly as she continued frantically shoving food into her face. She couldn't tell if her stomach was more likely to rupture under the pressure and fly apart, or simply dissolve from the inside from the outrageously noxious slush of bile and partially-digested foodstuffs. Rarity's eyes watered as a burning sensation started to build at the bottom of her throat.

 

But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She couldn't stop, WOULDN'T stop until every last bit of food she could get her hands on was in her belly. She needed desperately to quench her neverending hunger once and for all, or succumb trying.

 

"Valiant, my love..." she cooed seductively at the camera, doing her best to keep her voice from wavering as she fought through the outrageous pain. "Thish...is for yyooouuu...all thish foood...my poor, aching belly...I'm...so siiiick..."

 

She was halfway through chugging her fourteenth bottle of wine when her stomach finally rebelled. Forcefully expelling the bottle from her throat, Rarity cough-hiccup-belched as a sizable jet of bile and partially digested foodstuffs erupted from her mouth like a fountain, fat droplets spattering against her face, her mane, her chest, her belly, the floor...

 

On and on she puked, once, twice, three times, a dozen times, each spurt of acidic slop splattering all over her and her surroundings, slowly shrinking in size until she was just dry-heaving a few times, her belly rumbling morosely as the last of its strength left it, unable to purge any more of its unfathomable volume.

 

Groaning in pain, Rarity's horn flared weakly yet again. Wiping up as much of her spilled meal as she could with slice after slice of wheat bread, she one by one choked down each vomit-coated slice as her feast resumed anew. Finally she knew she could be crowned the victor, her stomach surrendering all control as it swelled ever larger, gurgling and glorping in deep pain.

 

"Must eat more...must eat it all...for yyyooouuuu..." Rarity moaned, her voice breaking with agony. "Never...enough...never...full...eat...forever...ohhhhh..."

 

Rarity's gasps grew sharper and sharper as she neared closer and closer to her absolute limit. She could feel the walls of her digestive tract straining to the maximum, mere inches away from tearing open like wet paper. Her heart hurt so bad she almost couldn't swallow, but she forced herself to again and again and again, determined to defeat the hunger once and for all...

 

As the last few bottles of her once prized wine collection emptied themselves into her mountain of a stomach, her arms which had been splayed behind her to prop up her back, finally gave out and she fell flat on her back, still gulping frantically. That was the final straw for her poor strained, stained sweater, as it ripped open right across her huge, heaving tits and split all the way down the middle, shredding itself in mere seconds before the sheer destructive power of her hulking body.

 

With nothing to restrain them (Rarity had long forgone wearing bras), her massive, spherical tits flopped to either side of her body, jiggling in their immensity but still utterly dwarfed by the even more massive, more spherical churning strained orb that was her stomach. Lying flat on her back, the massive gut was tinged pink all over with the strain of holding together, flushing a deep red around her navel from the immense pressure. So large was it, its upper curve rose above the kitchen counter beside her and its farthest reaches extended beyond her feet, which she used to gently knead and squeeze her bursting gut. She had lost the ability to properly move her arms quite a while ago.

 

As the last drops of her feast flowed down her throat and the final bottle was tossed away, Rarity gasped desperately with short, sharp intakes of breath as she struggled to breathe, to stay conscious, to stay ALIVE...

 

Squeezing her eyes shut in pain and opening her drooling maw wide, the kitchen shook as she unleashed a massive, deep, sickly 'BBBBWWWWUUUUURRRAAAAPPPP!!'

 

"Ohhh, my love...heart...failing...stomach...bursting...all for yyyoooouuuuUUUURRRP!" Rarity belched loudly yet again, and then a third time. "Valiant...feed me...mmmoooorree...soooo...hungryyyy..."

 

Feeling as if her very life force was draining away, Rarity's gasps grew softer and shallower as she began losing her grasp on consciousness, her mind overwhelmed by the sheer pain and agony of being awake.

 

The massive stomach grumbled softly as it finally had a reprieve from its forced expansion, beginning the herculean task of processing all that had been forced into it. The kitchen was entirely devoid of even the tiniest scrap of edible substance, all of it crammed greedily into the great, creaking white mass attached to a mare. Unable to keep the pain at bay any longer, Rarity's eyes fluttered closed as she drifted away, her huge gut being gently illuminated by soft moonlight from the window the last thing she saw...