>be me
>Whale
>nickname equally given to me and chosen by myself
>it's pretty accurate
>beautiful tan coat, blends in with the sand real good
>luxurious light brown mane, makes me look cool
>the chillest, coolest colt in all of Foaledo
>already got myself a king-size bed, anything less is beneath me
>got the whole upstairs to myself
>got three fridges packed full of food, pantries and dressers full of snacks, delivery on demand, anything I could ever want
>except I gotta take the stairs
>the lift is only good for moving food up and down
>folks never cared to upgrade it to carry me, say they'll move out and give me the downstairs when the time comes
>ok I guess, that's cool
>one problem
>I'm a Foaledo colt
>an exceptional one at that
>those stairs are getting kinda hard to take
>I can walk on flat ground just fine, but stairs are a bother
>why?
>My nickname is Whale
>if you didn't figure it out yet, you're kinda stupid
>I'm wider than a queen size mattress and fill up most of a king size
>my face is three times as wide as it should be thansk to my cheeks
>my second chin sticks out further than my first
>an indent in the fat is pretty much all there is to differentiate my barrel from any of my legs
>my belly has reached the floor for as long as I can remember
>but that's ok, because I'm earth pony strong
>doc says I'm gonna be twice as tall as a normal stallion by the time I hit adulthood
>for me, that just means I need to step up my eating so the rest of my body keeps up with my height
>why? because I'm me
>I'm a Foaledo colt
>born and raised in a town with an obesity rate of 100% for over a decade
>of course I'm gonna be fat as fuck and loving it
>what makes me special?
>other than a mild case of gigantism from my great-great-grandpa that skipped a few generations, that is
>you see, in a city where extreme obesity is the norm, what is obese?
>being fatter than normal!
>I have a scale under my bed, a real good one
>it can hold even more weight than the floor beneath me does
>take away the weight of the mattress, and I weigh a healthy 933 pounds
>this may be my pride talkin', but I don't think you get how much this means to me
>I'm 67 pounds away from the median weight for a full-grown adult
>as a colt
>and I'm fuckin' ecstatic!
>biggest dude in town weighs just over a ton, and I aim to dethrone his fat ass
>why?
>cuz that's just who I am
>I'm Whale
>what do I do?
>I eat, get fatter, and love every second of it
>get up in the morning
>roll out of bed
>every movement and step makes the floor groan, parents already shelled out for steel reinforcement beams 'cuz they ain't got a new house for themselves yet
>creep down the stairs, wonderin' when one of them is gonna buckle under me
>there's dad, in his usual spot
>never moves, on account of being immobile
>momma's gotten a little chubbier, but she's focusing on making her two boys fatter
>she's that type
>hope I get a gal like that some day
>head to school without breakfast
>why? I wouldn't be able to get there if I ate breakfast at home
>it would take too long, and I might not be able to walk afterwards
>get to school, it's just a block away just like all the restaurants
>Foaledo schools are cool as fuck
>one big room
>it's the cafeteria and classroom all in one
>snack machines everywhere
>get meals delivered to your desk on demand
>every school here is like this
>they're literally restaurants that run classes and get paid by the government
>pretty sweet
>order as much food as possible and stuff myself with it
>not a care in the world
>my seat neighbor's a unicorn
>he's a good bud of mine
>his family came here from somewhere else, didn't wanna say
>all of them were skin and bones
>they'd be considered malno, malnuu? malnourished! yeah, that, even in the old days, says the history teacher
>guess his old man had some good skills, cuz these types would usually be assigned as workers outside the city
>Foaledo cuisine's done him real good
>he never wanted to get fat, but too bad buddy
>he's gotta be near 500 now, and I like to pressure him into eating properly
>anyway, he's a good bud, and takes care of taking notes for me throughout pretty much the whole school day
>by the time I finish breakfast, it's lunch time
>I eat my way into a food coma again
>but not without forcing my unicorn bud to get seconds, and thirds, sometimes forths
>his folks got a bit chubby
>they're kinda concerned how big their son is getting
>fuck that, he's a Foaledo colt now
>you may be thinkin', "Whale's just pushin' his ideals and makin' that unicorn attractive for himself", some fetish shit like that
>give me some credit!
>he musta had real bad times to be so skinny as he was
>Imma give him the good life
>if that good life means he gains 400 pounds a year, that's fine by me
>I do like how he looks, that belly of his gettin' bigger by the day, but don't get any funny ideas
>end of the school day, I'm good to move again
>he gives me my copy of the notes for the day and a hug
>see, he appreciates what I'm doin' for him
>'sides, it's not like I'm making him do extra work
>he just casts some weird magic thing and a second pen shows up and copies his notes to another page
>he seems okay with it
>a little nervous, but okay
>never refuses any food I give him, even when he looks like he's gonna pop
>likes my compliments on how big he's gettin'
>his birthday is gonna be somethin' else
>gettin' sidetracked
>can't help it
>school lets out, I got my notes
>dinner is in 3 hours
>stop at the restaurant across the street
>bring my bud when I can
>eat second lunch, laze around until I can comfortably move again
>head home
>dinner in a few minutes
>dear old dad is in the same place, dinner as big as his belly sits on top and he's goin' ham on it
>momma smiles
>"I'll send your dinner up in a few!"
>'course I eat dinner in my room
>dad takes up half the downstairs as it is
>it would take hours for me to get back to my room if I ate downstairs
>don't wanna be around when momma gives dad a sponge bath
>make my way to the stairs
>momma shoves a pie in my mouth and pats my cheeks
>"You've been eating good. Good boy!"
>she gives this speech every day
>the same words each time
>"I restocked all your snacks and junk food stores. I had to spend most of the food budget on your father, so feel free to order something if you're still hungry."
>same
>exact
>spiel
>every day
>thank her and head upstairs
>it takes half an hour, I'm drenched in sweat
>hop in the tub, it's right next to the dumbwaiter
>glass walls and all, keeps the cleaning sprayers from making a mess
>get all clean, switch tub to lounge mode
>jacuzzi sprayers and shit
>the only thing that would make it better is if it was bigger
>I fill the whole damn tub
>my belly rises way above the water
>anypony that comes in the front door can see it over the edge of the loft
>dunno why they built the second floor as a loft smaller than the first, but whatever
>I'm usually still in the tub when my second dinner gets delivered
>I like the idea of whatever poor douche has to waddle around bringing food all the time walking in for an upstairs order, and being able to see my amazing gut sticking up like a sand dune
>I'll even sit up and wave
>first dinner gets sent up the second dumbwaiter
>the first opens by the stairs
>the second goes right into the tub
>yeah, I eat dinner in my tub
>gettin' kinda tough now though
>I'm surprised the door stays latched and closed
>fam spends most our money on food
>dunno if I'll get a new tub or parents'll move out first
>plow through first dinner quickly, send the empty dishes down
>momma makes me a real big meal, but it's got nothin' on my stomach capacity
>I eat more at school for breakfast and lunch
>and second lunch on the way home
>drain the tub, let the dryer do its thing while I'm patting my belly thinkin' of second dinner
>I wanna stay in here, have the delivery dude get a good look at my gut again
>but it's just too tight and uncomfortable
>roll out, make my way to the phone
>usually get pizza
>today, I'm feelin' mega hungry
>maybe it's cuz bud thanked me for takin' care of him
>maybe I just wanna force my parents to get me that tub or give me the downstairs sooner
>by the grace of Celestia, I feel like I'm gonna break through the floor any day now
>which is totally hot and the idea of being big enough to do it gets me goin', but that's gonna hurt
>getting all my stuff downstairs would be a pain too
>maybe I'm just so into the idea of gettin' fatter so much I want to go overboard again
>so's I do it
>I order 60 pizzas
>I'm usually doing 40 by now
>these are huge pizzas
>24 inches wide
>6 inches deep
>it's gonna cost 100 bits but I don't care
>I'm almost sweating again
>swear my pupils turned into hearts when the chick on the other end says "want anything else?"
>order 20 liters of soda
>15 orders of breadsticks
>20 orders of mozzarella sticks
>10 brownie trays
>30 cheesecakes
>no, make that 80 liters of soda
>I'm outta my fuckin' mind
>momma walks up the stairs
>think I'm in trouble
>order's already in and will be here within the hour
>'stead, she pats me on the belly and smiles
>kinda spooked
>"Hungry, aren't you? I'll make sure your dad doesn't try to steal any of it. Growing colt needs his food!"
>half expect she's gonna feed it to me like she does when dad gets too full to reach the last of his meal
>'stead, she winks and heads downstairs
>chill in bed, feelin' like I ate an elephant and haven't eaten in weeks all at once
>kinda worried
>also kinda riled up
>thinkin' about all that food, trying to eat every last scrap at once
>overhear parents talking downstairs
>momma is reiterating they need a new place real soon
>half 'cuz dad takes up half the ground floor, half 'cuz this floor ain't long for this world even with the extra supports
>hell, I may not be able to go up and down the stairs much longer
>dad whines
>sounds like the easiest way to get a huge influx of money is to test out some weight loss spell
>it'll cover enough to fund each of us for life
>me and dad aint' that different, see
>he's into the money, but doesn't wanna lose weight
>if I break through the floor, I'll probably land on his head
>gotta be real, dunno how they'd move the old man anyway
>I'd have to change schools if I moved instead
>don't want that
>have a nice little nap
>food arrives
>almost trot over to the dumbwaiter
>would probably bust through the floor if I really did trot
>floor groaning loudly
>feel hella hungry
>still kinda sweating
>felt this since first dinner
>something in it? Nah, momma doesn't do that
>so excited I almost lean on the railing
>know better
>that thing would bust under my weight for sure
>if I could even lift myself up on it
>see this really fat mare at the door
>like, huge
>her uniform is torn up and popped open
>she kinda looks like me
>bigger ass though
>and a mare
>hofuck hoshit she's got me goin'
>momma greets her, directs her to the dumbwaiter
>helps her unload things
>catch momma "accidentally" bumping into and touching her all over
>it takes a few dumbwaiter trips but I've got all the food by the bed
>a bit sweatier now from the exertion, still feeling weird
>delivery chick waddles toward the door
>stops, turns around
>looks up at me
>smiles and waves
>"Maybe next time we'll meet on the same floor!"
>whoa momma
>plop down on my couch
>hear something crack
>maybe it's the couch, maybe it's the floor
>don't care
>my thoughts are entirely on the pile of food in front of me
>and that mare
>jostle around my belly, make sure it's laying on the big coffee table
>the food I ordered is bigger than I am
>I can outeat most ponies, but I'm not sure I can finish all this
>shake head
>double-hoof it
>shove a whole box of breadsticks in my mouth with one hoof
>chew and swallow
>shove a whole box of mozzarella sticks in my mouth with the other
>chew and swallow
>begin to wonder if I should have checked for plastic cups of sauce first
>before I know it, all the breadsticks are gone
>5 boxes of mozzarella sticks are left
>still hungry, of course
>now I'm double-hoofing pizzas and mozzarella sticks
>the other reason they call me Whale? My cheeks ain't just fat
>I can fit an entire 24 inch deep deep dish pizza in my mouth
>once the mozzarella sticks are gone, I'm downing pizza with one hoof and an entire 2 liter bottle of soda at once with the other
>kinda wish I was a unicorn, then I could do this with magic
>oh well, piled everything within hoof's reach on each side of me
>in my frenzy, I can see my belly bulging further and further out in real time
>there's no stopping me
>pizza, soda, pizza, soda
>I can barely make out the sounds of creaking, groaning, and gurgling over the sounds I'm making with my mouth stuffing all this down like a pony at an eating contest stuffing down cookies
>the gurgling is obviously my gut
>my big, beautiful gut
>it's getting so big
>mmpf
>the other sounds? Celestia knows if that's my stomach or everything beneath me
>I don't know how much time has passed
>the food pile has shrunk considerably
>my gut is stretched bigger than I thought possible
>how am I still hungry?
>I can't see past it
>pizza, soda, pizza, soda
>is it possible? I'm out of pizza
>can't start dessert when I still got drinks, yeah?
>chug two bottles at once
>outta soda
>stop to rest
>couldn't tell you the time if I tried
>it's been past sunset for a while
>my hill of a belly blocks the clock
>huff, puff, huff, puff
>breathing heavily
>sweating like crazy
>find the eating remote
>it's the backup a/c controller, but wrapped in a bag so I don't ruin it with grease
>grab a towel
>wipe my hooves, legs, chest, chin, and face clean of grease and food particles the best I can
>still feeling funny, and hungry
>my gut is obviously bloated like crazy
>the rest of me, though
>feeling a little thicker, wobblier everywhere I wipe down
>does bloating affect all your body too? Never considered it
>the smell of the brownies and cheesecakes hit my snoot
>no sense putting it off
>pause with an entire tray of brownies on the tip of my tongue
>I oughta eat dessert in bed
>try to stand up
>can't even lift my ass off the couch
>belly feels like I swallowed a boulder
>or a whale
>bed would be hella comfy, but this will have to do
>double-hoof the brownies down in no time
>get to the cheesecakes
>belly is rumblin' somethin' fierce
>these cheesecakes are fuckin huge
>bigger in every dimension than the pizzas, and smothered in that strawberry topping thing that's mostly sugar and corn syrup
>nope, can't fit this whole thing in my mouth
>can still finish it in two bites
>I've already eaten way beyond what I can normally stomach
>hear more cracks and groans
>oh shit
>find myself sitting a couple inches lower to the ground
>ok, the floor seems fine
>I just crushed the couch
>and my belly crushed the coffee table
>oh man
>only a tiny bit of my peripheral vision can see past my gargantuan gut, but I can feel it
>I can feel it touching the other couch
>without realizing it, I ate ten more cheesecakes while I was thinkin'
>whatever's goin' on, it's losin' its power
>I'm startin' to feel full
>12 cheesecakes left
>gotta race my brain
>get it all down before I realize I'm full
>10, 8, 6, 4, 2
>last two cheesecakes
>just four more bites
>I'm too slow
>brain's caught up faster than I expected
>I've blown past feelin' full straight into feelin' like I'm gonna explode
>think of the delivery mare
>champion as I am, struggle through those last four bites
>out like a light as soon as I swallow the last one
>some time later
>I'm in bed
>crawled there at some point
>I'm surrounded by emptied out bags of chips and boxes of cookies
>empty bottles of soda
>even the cakes and shit I leave in the fridge
>I'm no stranger to sleep eating, but this is beyond
>check the clock
>past noon
>fuck me, good thing it's the weekend
>stare at the ceiling waiting for my eyes to focus
>the scale readout is up there
>can't wait to see what it says
>when you're fat like me, bein' fat is somethin' ya get numb to until somethin' comes up to remind ya
>for me, I gain weight every day, puttin' on a pound or two don't feel like anything
>but today, sheesh
>today, I feel fat
>vision is still blurry
>shit, better focus on fats and not so much carbs today
>look down
>yep, that sandy lookin' belly is definitely bigger than it was
>so're the forelegs I'm poking it with
>shit, my second chin is touching my lips right now
>blink hard a few times, prob'ly got food and shit on my hooves so's I can't rub my eyes
>finally, I can fuckin' see straight
>remember what I said about the scale and the mattress?
>don't worry, it's set so the scale reads 0 when I'm not on it
>much as I like seein' the number go up, I know it's cheatin' to include the bed's weight
>smile creeps cross my fuckin' face
>972.94 pounds
>fuckin' a, how did I gain 40 pounds in one night? 
>forget it man, I don't care
>fuck me, 40 more pounds feels good, but damn if it isn't hard to get used to so fast
>wash up
>man I feel nasty
>try to take a shower
>fuuuuuuuuuck
>I can't fit in my shower anymore
>I can get in, but the door won't close
>almost tumble down the stairs trying to get down
>dad's asleep, bigger than ever
>momma's out of the house, left a note
>somethin' about having to take care of somethin' important
>left a bag of bits on the table
>look up
>fuuuuuuck
>some of the floor boards under the couch are broken
>this is it
>go next door for breakfast
>order my normal meal
>still hungry
>order seconds
>feel stuffed halfway through
>guess whatever happened last night stretched my stomach a lot, but not that much
>whatever
>waddle back home once I can move again
>leftovers riding on my back
>get back home
>moving carts are all over
>squeeze inside past some furniture
>dad's there, sad lookin'
>he's mobile
>and thin
>some huge fuckin' scientist chick is standin' next to him, holding what looks like a statue of a pony that's even fatter than dad was
>ohhhhhhhh man
>science chick's hot as fuck
>that lab coat covers maybe half of her gut
>that gut reaches past her knees
>it used to button up, but I can tell those buttons popped off a while ago
>she's wearing some shirt under it, but most of her purple belly is bulging out of that too
>her ass is wider than my belly
>she looks over and smiles
>"Aha! I hoped I'd get to meet the new stallion of the house!"
>momma winks, wrapping a hoof around dad
>some movers are moving all my shit downstairs
>all my parents' shit is taken out
>sit on the couch momma always used
>feel like it's gonna break under me
>scientist sits on the good couch from upstairs
>wew
>her thighs are massive
>tight, too
>big gut flops out, she tries to pull her shirt down over it and gives up
>starts eating donuts out of a whole-ass cooler
>takin' notes with magic all the way
>"I hoped we'd be done before you got back. We're taking down the upstairs and freeing up some space. You'll have the whole house to yourself. My, you're even bigger than I heard." 
>I blush
>I'm used to being the fattest one in a group, but this feels different somehow
>scientist chick, she can't decide if she wants to eat every donut in a five mile radius or hide how fat she's getting
>"Just to let you know, the budget for this experiment blew up a bit too." 
>she says this with a real sultry look
>playing with three donuts with her tongue before swallowing them
>tries to close her lab coat, straighten up her posture, push the donuts away, and fixes her glasses in one go
>maybe she's schizo
>"W-we'll keep in touch! Y-y-y-you can call to get the operation done on y-yourself if you, you know. Th-there won't be money for it th-though."
>split personality? 
>now she's back to lookin' sultry
>basically, fam and I both get over ten million bits for doing the experiment
>momma gets to stuff dad into a blob all over again in some fancy new house
>I get this place to myself
>I can have bud over
>I can see that delivery chick face to face
>I can even call over this chick
>hopefully she's the sultry one when she comes over
>the nerdy one ain't too interesting
>before she leaves, she eats every donut
>that gut of hers is puffin' out really nicely
>she winks at me, knows I'm lookin'
>then looks away all embarrassed and scared
>then grabs a pie from the counter and shoves it into my mouth forcefully
>sultry chick is back
>she's laying on my belly, kicking her hooves playfully
>they keep hitting my gut
>"Can't wait to see how big you get~"