Title:           There's a slow thudding down the halls as the Stable's inhabitants waddles down
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 14th of November 2015 12:20:42 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 14th of November 2015 12:20:42 AM CDT

There's a slow thudding down the halls as the Stable's inhabitants waddles down to maintenance. One of the heavier occupants of the Stable, she's often having issues. Broken furniture, outgrowing her clothes, and this time, her foreleg's grown so thick that her Pip-buck popped off! It's certainly not unexpected, considering how often she outsizes her jumpsuits. And, at about 400 pounds, it's becoming increasingly more inconvenient for her to drag her fat ass around as often as she has to.
First Draft, overseer of Stable 90, lounged back in his comfy chair at the overseers desk. Ever since being promoted to this position, in the waning years of his predecesser, he had been... enjoying himself. The structure of the vault was quite simple- the largest pony was given first call for food, and a nearly total run of the stable as they wished. The overseer ensured that the experiment continued.
An experiment that First Draft, being a spry unicorn with a soft, but not quite fat, body- found entirely enticing. The stable was planned to experiment with generational changes in body mass, with a specific goal of determining the upper limit for pony weight. First Draft had redoubled their efforted in this field under his tenure, and it had been more or less five years of nonstop gorging on the account of the inhabitants. According to the chart behind him, average healthy body mass had gone from 150 to 300 in the many years the stable had been going.
Glancing to the side, and noting through the camera who was approaching, he grinned. He had a plan in mind to accelerate that, and this mare was the lynchpin in it all. Orion was her name, and she had been bred into a life of opulance and entitlement. 400 pounds today, and he would see a zero(or two) added to that.
The big mare blushed softly, waddling through the wide door of the overseers office. "W-well, good news is, it's not furniture this time, heh..." It's fairly obvious what it is, just from a glance at her barren foreleg. She lumbers over, showing him her outgrown Pip-Buck before sitting down, rather exhausted from the short waddle from the studio to maintenance. She's got a bit of cloth under her jumpsuit's overburdened zipper, probably to keep it from pinching her thick neck or one of her chins. "Err... You... You don't happen to have any bigger models, do you...? Uhm... Goodness..."
First Draft gently pressed a switch at his desk, and the graph behind him changed while he turned his chair to face Orion. Thankfully he had spent enough time around large mares at this point that he kept himself in check- but /damn/ was that mare big. In fact, he had given her an undersized Pip-Buck on purpose- normally they adjusted.
"Orion...." he startes, tenting his hooves and grinning at the mare, "400 at last weighing, right?" he continues, levitating the Pip-Buck into the air, as a small locker on the far side of the room opens and it's replaced with another, which is laid on the desk before First, just out of Orions reach.
The graph, she might notice, showed four seperate lines- which appeared to be converging around the peak- "400 pounds"
 "O-Oh... That might have been... I really didn't pay attention at the last medical checkup... I was... Busy... Doing things... Y-Yeah." She blushed a little harder, setting her wide, fat ass down on the floor and cupping her forehooves. Of course she would only be paying attention to the thing she loved doing most, eating. Eating a lot. Her stomach was noticably round, still filled with the fourth meal she had that day, and she wasn't done just yet. "I-I just hope this won't really be a problem..? Ehehe... " She eyed up the larger pipbuck, the corpulent mare looking up at you, her face being rather red, both from being exhausted and embarrassed about with her extra weight. "O-Oh... You monitored... My weight? Ahh... I guess they do keep records of everything, e-ehehe!"
"You were busy trying to give engineering a headache by eating an entire days supply, that's what you were doing," First says, and his grin doubles. "And yes, we do- we always have, why do you think you've been so... blessed, all your life? First dibs on food, the biggest quarters- you have a nicer bed than I do!" he exclaims, and then spins his chair, facing the graph as it changed again- and named were added.
Orion's attached to the upper line, which had been stable around 400- sometimes 405 or 390- for quite some time. The three others- Lavender, Blossom, and Hearstrings- had caught up quickly. A dotted red line charted their progress if trends continued, they would be around 450 within a month.
"...but I'm afraid, Orion- it might not last longer."
 "... By... Weight? But... Oh... That would explain a whole lot..." The mare blushed heavily, her cheeks turning even redder as she rubbed her thick neck. "So... You're saying I'm going to lose my room, and... The extra food? But... I love the extra food! You can't just take those extra meals away from me... I... I'll starve on basic rations!" She gasped, panicing a little at hearing she wouldn't get her normal portions anymore.
Perfect.
First spun back, his grin subsiding into a forced frown, "Oh but my dear Orion- you've let us down! If you can't compete, than you will simply have to step aside for mares that... have the stomach for it," he said, and finished adjusting her Pip-Buck, sliding it towards her.
"Which means that you'll have to get in line for rations, you'll have to actually work- did you never wonder why you don't actually work?- and you'll get one of the shared dormitories. You'll also be rationed to... I think it's 4000 calories a day, but I'll have to check on that."
At that point, ~as if by accident~, a locker to the side opened. How odd, what strange timing.
 "B-But... But... I paint! I make paintings, and make some hallways more colourfull... " She pouted heavily, sighing rather loudly as she looked at the locker opening up. "Shared dormitory... Oh come on... I enjoy not... I'll eat more! How big do I have to grow...? I-I'll do it... "
"You make beautiful paintings, it's true. Even so, I'm afraid you're going to be painting washrooms in..." First glances back at the graph "... about three weeks."
Then he looked at the locker, and smiled again. "Of course, there is a way. I'm supposed to keep this locked up..." he says, and opens it further, pulling out a keychain.
"These are the master keys for the food synths. They're preprogrammed to feed you all a sort of healthy mix, but if one were to, say... double the calories..."
He then pulled the keychain over, ducked it behind the desk, and leaned on the table- leering quite openly at Orion. "There's a condition, however."
"Three... Three weeks? Oh goodness, couldn't you have warned me before...? I mean, I mean no disrespect... But... An early warning would've been nice..." She huffed, the 400 pound mare huffing to herself. "Right... Keys to the food thingies, double the calories... Condition? What condition...? Is there some sort of limit I have to obey, because I can't promise that I'll keep to it... "
"Limit?!" First exclaimed, and then laughed, a hearty laugh indeed. "No, Orion- no limit," he finished, and slid out of his chair to stand beside her. He was definitely thinner than her, although on the soft side he was far from the blubbery mass she was. Slightly taller as well, with a coat of grey and blue eyes that, at the moment, were undressing her.
"No. The condition is that I want to be... your feeder, to put it bluntly," he says, and puts his forehooves to her sides, biting his lip as they sink into her fat.
"I want to take this fat body of yours and make you into the queen of gluttony this stable was built to serve. There is no limit, Orion. Never."
 "No... L-Limit? Oh that does sound like heaven... The latest portions just don't seem to do it for me, I never get full." The large mare blinked in suprise, her cheeks turning all rosey again as you put your hooves to her wide, squishy sides, the fat molding around your hooves perfectly, the large balloon of lard jiggling rather heavily at every touch, or movement. "My... Feeder? Well... Assistance would be lovely, especially from you...~" She teasingly smirked, stretching out and displaying her obese, 400 pound body for you to see.
"Never get full..." First said, a blush actually coming to his face- and doubling as she displayed herself. He clacked his hooves together, and grinned widely. "That's what I like to see! Confidence! Combine that with the greed I know you have," he says, and the graph changes- currently displaying Orion's food requirements compared to the others.
She ate 25% of the vaults food. A vault of 100.
"... and together we will accomplish this stables true goal- together. You will be the fattest, most obese, most insatiable mare that there ever was or will be- and I will be around to serve you," he says- and then abruptly changes the graph back.
"... however, if you... come up short..." her line vanished, replaced by Blossom's "... then I can always find another."
"It is true, These meals just don't fill up my belly like they used to, it's like I could keep eating and eating without ever feeling full... O-Oh! Well... I won't let you down, I'll eat! Hehe... Easiest job in the stable... Not a problem sir...!" She grinned lightly, her large, rounded gut just barely touching the ground as she stood on all four. "S-So... Could we start now...? I'm kinda starving... Heavily... Could use a lot of food..."
First nods enthusiastically. "Of course we can- if you promise me you won't stop until you pass out," he says, and gestures towards the wide doors leading out. "Now let's go see if we can't get you up to eating as much as the rest put together," he says, eagerly leading the mare out- and having to slow his pace thanks to her slow waddle.
"And after today, Orion? I'm going to make sure you're /never/ empty. Always full, heck let's see if we can't get you unable to move by the end of the month- why would you ever need to?" he says, nearly salivating at the thought of a mare that big.
He needed her bigger as much as she needed to eat, a potent combination.
The obese mare blushed heavily, nodding and following the strong stallion to the supposed 'feeders' room, she swayed happily with her wide, fattened hips, flanks jiggling as she did so, her stomach grumbling, indicating that she was quite hungry, and could probably pack away a whole lot of food. "Uhfhm... Boy, I am hungry... That stuff better taste good... I'm quite picky at what I devour...~"
"For you, Orion? Only the best," he says, and pivoted around before a pair of doors, inserting the keys and watching her with lusty eyes as the wiiiide doors slowly slid open. Behind them was an industrial room, which had at some point been upgraded by a trio of mattresses, a red carpet, and a large table. First had been planning for this, that was for sure.
"Welcome to what it looks like behind the food dispensers," he says, and walks in. Indeed, attached to the wall were four machines that were attached to hoses leading to the ceiling, which on the long term led to a grander machine that- through wacky science- created a sort of malleable lard. Apply taste, cook to a desired consistancy, and you have food.
First trotted on forward and hit switches on the back, and a hole slid open on the sides of each labeled 'taste testing'. He then pivoted back, towards her companion, and grinned widely.
"What do you want to eat first?"
 "Mhh... Is everything an option...~?" The mare returned the lusty look, grinning happily as she eyed up the machines and hoses on the ceiling, she gasped, licking her lips. Hopefully this machine could statisfy her never-ending hunger and gluttony.* Humm... What flavours do you have? Something... Pasta-ish~? I do love my carbs...~
First nodded, "Oh I do like you. Everything? Perhaps not today, today let's focus on just pure amounts. Pasta sounds good for that, actually..." he says, and magically works the machines- quickly creating four steaming plates of professionally cooked (or scientifically perfected) pasta with a combined caloric value akin to metabolistic suicide. Oh she was going to gain alright.
He laid them out on the table, stuck a fork in the leader, and gestured Orion over. "Your time to shine, Orion. Most mares around here don't eat this much in a day- show me how quick you can do it."