>Be Derpy
>Tonight, you’re looking for a certain kind of Everfree plant in the hopes of using it as an incense to sleep well
>You remember it perfectly: pink petals, a light blue center
>Wait, no, it was turquoise
>Seafoam?
>Nonononono, orange, totally orange
>Doesn’t matter; you’ll know it when you see it
>You find a patch of what looks like your plant, and gleefully pick it
>A low growl from nearby ends up sending you back home, accidentally slamming facefirst into the door
>Oops
>You unlock your door and get inside, feeling immensely drowsy as you enter your bedroom
>You decide in your hazy state to just leave the basket near the bedside table before you crash in your bed
>Your belly feels somewhat empty despite having had a pretty full dinner
>You give a little yawn as you hear the alarm go off
>Celestia, it isn’t your shift today, is it?
>You tiredly reach over to turn it off, but end up knocking it over due to something on your leg weighing it down
>The noise stops with a clatter of plastics as your eyes open, and you put your hoof in your view as you open your eyes
>Huh? Looks kinda thick…you prod with the other hoof to feel it sink in imperceptibly
>Hm, weird
>You get out of bed, feeling that slight disorientation as you get your muffin and mailbag, then fly off to the post office
>At least you feel soft and warm on your early-morning route today
>You get your mail and start to fly through town, taking your usual improvised route because plans are boring
>You eventually become exhausted, deciding to take a break by Sugarcube Corner
>You deliver the mail all the time, why are you sweating now?
>You take off again, adjusting your flight some more as you finish up the delivery
>You collapse at home at about one, lying down on your bed and realizing just how much sweat coats your forehead and crevices
>The warmth you keep feeling has turned to an unbearable heat
>Your legs feel that same soft puffiness, but something’s a bit different now
>You have a belly
>It’s not too big, but it’s become a tiny little cider gut for no apparent reason
>Being too tired to think - or really see - straight, you dismiss it as an illusion
>Maybe you’re just a bit plugged up?
>Eh, that can wait until you get a nice nap in
>You wake up a few hours later feeling your upper legs rubbing uncomfortably against something
>You blearily open your eyes and see the object
>A grey, soft orb in your belly
>It must be at least half a foot out, because as you sit up it slightly drapes over your filly bits
>That is so freaky! Maybe tomorrow you should visit Carrot Top or that smart purple mare you dropped a piano on
>Okay, maybe not that last one - she probably didn’t appreciate your delivery becoming her problem
>You decide to get up and realize something else that’s a little awkward
>Your wrecking-ball booty, as Rainbow Dash called it, is definitely more round
>A bit unpronounced, even, as it weighs you down while you walk
>Your little tummy sways as you walk to the kitchen to make yourself dinner, but the thing that keeps making you walk to the sides is your rump
>As you eat tonight’s salad, you note how nice and soft your seat is
>You kinda like this weird chub
>It’s not like it’s dangerous, right?
>You’re just a little slower to carry it
>And it’s totally worth the weight to have all this warmth inside you
>You wonder for a bit how it happened, or how long it will last
>Maybe you got the wrong plant from the forest?
>No, you definitely felt its scent doing what you thought it did
>Ugh, all this thinking is hard
>You finish your dinner and get to bed again, this time taking a good, hard look - and sniff - at the plant
>You feel drowsy again, but something’s odd about it this time around
>Your belly feels more full than it did before
>You let out a yawn and fall onto your back on the bed
>You like that fullness a lot, honestly
>You wake up on your own around ten, giving your eyes a rub
>Your legs are even more weighed down than they felt yesterday
>You sluggishly get up onto your now slightly-flabby bubble butt, looking down at yourself once again
>You feel a new chin growing underneath your main one, fighting you a bit as you tilt your head down
>Your belly’s grown and softened as well: you feel it actually touching the bedding and pooling a bit around said bedding
>You should probably be worried, but you feel so sensitive and warm!
>You play with your belly fat with your thickening legs and hooves, hugging and shaking it and letting out little giggles when the fur dances around and tickles your skin
>You eventually lie back down on your stomach, enjoying your wonderful tubby body as it continues to ever-so-slowly grow
>For some reason, you’re not even compelled to eat - the bloating seems to be burning your fat as fuel, albeit way slower than you’re getting it back and then some
>That’s really cool! Maybe you should get more of that plant and keep it around forever so you can stay nice and warm
>You take a mental note to get more of this stuff as the incense lulls you to sleep
>It's been more than a little nap at this point
>Alright, now you’ve got more of the aforementioned stuff
>Your belly is starting to make it harder to walk; it reaches only a foot from the ground as you waddle through the forest
>You feel yourself jiggle and shake ticklishly as you spot your house in the distance
>You pant and huff as you reach your door
>Man, your belly’s almost as wide as the door frame
>And your butt IS as wide as the door frame
>Oh jeez
>You shake and wiggle in the struggle of getting through, only getting through after a bit of struggle
>You hurry through your house, grabbing pots from the kitchen and window-sills and replacing the sunflowers with these plants
>You have no idea why the ones in your kitchen pots don’t grow, but no matter
>You bring the last of the set into your room and get relaxed on the bed
>You feel so nice with all these plants making you warm and cuddly
>You ignore the dampness of your coat as your body slowly gets bigger
>Your chin is accompanied by two more, tugging at your lower jaw until you give in and let your mouth hang open
>You giggle softly as your legs thicken up, ever-so-slowly sinking into your fatty belly
>Your posterior seems to expand the fastest, however, folds growing in frequency and size as your ass eats your hindlegs
>This is the most fun you’ve had your whole life, and it only gets more and more fun