The Fat Pony Trilogy -- Sweetie Belle's Story

The Fat Pony Trilogy -- Sweetie Belle's Story
or
Sweetie Belle's Secret Stash

Warning: Fat ponies ahead. Reader discretion is advised.

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"Rarity? What is this?" Sweetie Belle poked at the mess of green mush with a fork, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as she looked at it.

Rarity gave her little sister the patient look that she reserved for dealing with problematic siblings or clients. "It's asparagus and broccoli stew, Sweetie Belle. It's very healthy and nutritious."

"Healthy," Sweetie Belle said flatly. "Great. And no taste to distract me, either."

Rarity tutted. "Now, Sweetie Belle, this is for your own good. I just think you should start eating a little more healthily, seeing as..."

Rarity was far too polite to say it outright, but she and Sweetie Belle both knew what she was talking about. She was referring to Sweetie Belle's weight.

Over the past two months or so, through a combination of too many sweets and a lazy lifestyle, Sweetie Belle had gained weight. A lot of weight. To put it bluntly, she was fat. She weighed about twice as much as was normal for a filly of her age, and her belly and rump both had a noticeable jiggle to them when she walked. Sweetie Belle herself wasn't bothered by it, although her chair at school was becoming a bit of a tight squeeze. Her friends Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had noticed how wide she was getting, of course, and sometimes they poked playful fun at her over it, giving her the affectionate nickname of "Sweetie Belly". But other than that, nopony at school was giving her a hard time. In short, Sweetie Belle seemed perfectly happy with her new excess weight.

Rarity, however, wasn't smiling. It worried her a little to see Sweetie Belle waddling behind the rushing horde of children after school, or to hear her puffing and panting after walking up a hill or a long flight of stairs. She didn't want her little sister to end up clinically obese, so she had started her on a diet a week ago -- only the freshest fruits and vegetables, cutting out any sweet or fatty stuff. It didn't seem to be having much effect, but it was early days yet. What was rather more frustrating was Sweetie Belle's resistance to the diet -- Rarity simply wished that she would be a little more cooperative.

Sweetie Belle sighed. "Alright, alright, I'll eat it. But only 'cause I love you, sis." She gave Rarity a cheeky little smile, before she reluctantly started eating the tasteless green gunk.

Sweetie Belle didn't really mind having to eat the stew, anyway. After all, she would be getting something much tastier later on.

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That night, Sweetie Belle got herself ready for bed, squeezing herself into a pair of light pink pajama bottoms and a matching button-up top. A while ago, the pajamas had been a bit too big for Sweetie Belle, but they were now a very close fit on the tubby filly. The bottoms were nearly skin-tight around her rump and flanks, and the pajama top only just managed to button up properly, riding up on her tummy just enough to expose her bellybutton. The pajamas felt tight on Sweetie Belle, but not uncomfortably so. Once she was dressed, Sweetie Belle heaved herself onto her bed, which creaked under her bulk. She got under the covers and made herself comfortable.

But she didn't go to sleep. Instead, she listened carefully for sounds from Rarity's room. Waiting.

Finally, she heard it -- the sound of Rarity snoring. Sweetie Belle grinned excitedly. That meant that Rarity was dead to the world... and that she could get started on giving herself a proper meal.

Sweetie Belle eagerly slipped out of bed and waddled to the far side of her room, where there was a large poster of the Ponytones. One of the bottom corners of the poster was frayed and worn, like it had been peeled back and replaced multiple times. And indeed it had -- Sweetie Belle peeled it back, revealing a hole in the wall with a key inside it. Levitating the key with her magic, Sweetie Belle took it to a large chest in the corner of her room, which Rarity had given her for storing her more valuable possessions. Sweetie Belle unlocked the chest and opened it, revealing the reason her diet hadn't had any effect on her.

The chest was filled to the brim with all sorts of sweets and snacks guaranteed to make a pony waddle. There were bags of candy, potato chips, chocolate bars, boxes of doughnuts, bottles of soda, miniature apple pies, candy corn, and a plethora of other delicious goodies. The chest was a candy lover's treasure trove. And it was all Sweetie Belle's. She had just restocked it using her savings behind Rarity's back, and now it was time to get to work emptying it again.

Sweetie Belle hopped into a large beanbag beside the chest, and levitated over a large bag of potato chips. She eagerly ripped the bag open and began stuffing her face with them. Giggling gleefully at the sheer sensation of doing something so illicit, she allowed herself to savour the salty snacks, letting them dance on her pallet before she swallowed them. She quickly finished off the bag, and immediately went for another. Then another, and another.

After she'd wolfed down the fourth bag of potato chips, Sweetie Belle leaned back in her beanbag. She licked her lips and patted her belly with a hoof, while using the other to brush the crumbs off her pajama top.

"Ahhh," she sighed happily, "this beats some stupid asparagus-whatever stew any day. Those chips were pretty salty, though. I'd better get something to wash them down with."

With that, Sweetie Belle levitated a new treat out of the chest -- a two-litre bottle of cola. She twisted off the lid and took the bottle in both hooves, like a foal holding a baby bottle. She then brought the bottle to her lips, threw her head back, and started chugging down the huge bottle of soda. She drank with great gulps, pausing only occasionally to gasp for breath before resuming her chugging. She drank until her belly was taut and sloshing. Finally, when she felt like cola was going to come flowing out of her ears, she set the now two-thirds empty bottle down beside her.

"UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRP!" Sweetie Belle let out a long, loud belch, sounding like a triumphant battle cry after conquering the bottle of cola. She broke down into helpless giggling, holding her slooshy belly in her hooves as she did so. She couldn't help it -- she just felt so good. She'd never imagined that giving in to such gluttony could be this satisfying, this rewarding.

"Hehehehe! Oh, this is just too much *hic* fun!" she laughed. "Now, what to *blurp* spoil myself with next...?"

The greedy filly pulled out her next treats from the chest -- three boxes of a dozen chocolate doughnuts. Sweetie Belle decided to try some different approaches to taking care of them. With the first box, she popped the doughy circles into her mouth one by one, like they were on a conveyor belt. With the second one, she tipped the box over with her magic and tried to catch as many doughnuts as she could in her mouth, before salvaging the ones which she had missed and allowed to fall onto the floor (which was most of them). For the third and final box, she simply pushed her face into it like a pig at a trough, cleaning the box out before licking it dry of crumbs and smears of icing.

Sweetie Belle continued to gorge herself on all the treats she could handle at any one time, tearing open bags of candy and pouring them into her mouth, taking great big mouthfuls of mini-pies, filling her cheeks with candy corn like a squirrel's. All the while, her already sizable stomach began to stretch and spread out as it was filled to the brim with ludicrous amounts of sweet foodstuffs. The seams in Sweetie Belle's pajama bottoms looked like they wouldn't hold out much longer, and small ovals of white belly had become visible in the gaps between the buttons on her top as they were stretched to the limit.

Sweetie Belle leaned back in her beanbag as she frowned at the straining buttons on her top, which were starting to dig into her flesh. "Dumb buttons," she muttered. Since her hooves were currently juggling several bags of gummy bears, she used her magic to unfasten the buttons, until her pajama top hung open and her belly was allowed to hang out unhindered.

"Ah, much better," Sweetie Belle smiled. She patted her belly. "Whew, I'm starting to feel pretty stuffed. Maybe I should call it a night."

But even as she said those words, her eyes were drawn to the chest. There were still a few goodies left, and they all seemed to be calling her name.

Sweetie Belle hesitated briefly, then grinned. "Well, I guess I have room for a few more..."

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Sweetie Belle's room looked like a tornado had crashed through it, then decided to bring its friends there for a party. Empty wrappers and boxes littered the room in all directions. The bottle of cola was now empty and laying on its side, rolling back and forth.

Sprawled out on her beanbag was the source of the mess. Sweetie Belle was lying with her legs splayed and her eyes closed. She moaned softly. She'd eaten way too much -- she felt like she would burst open if she moved too suddenly. Other than Sweetie's moaning, the only sound in the room came from her stomach. The filly's belly formed an almost perfect sphere, with drum-tight skin covering her bloated gut. Sweetie Belle's tummy let out a chorus of gurgles, sloshes and squelches as it worked on converting the filly's feast into even more fat.

"Oh..." Sweetie Belle groaned. "That... *urp* was incredible." She sluggishly turned her head to look at the clock on the wall -- 11:17 p.m. She'd gorged herself for forty-seven minutes -- a new personal best.

Right now, though, Sweetie Belle had to focus on getting herself back to bed. She'd set her alarm for 6:30 the next morning. That would give her an hour to clean up the mess before Rarity woke her up for breakfast. Not that breakfast was on her mind at the moment -- she felt like she wouldn't need to eat for a week after her feast that night.

"Right... gotta *unf* get into bed an' sleep this off." Grunting, she slowly heaved herself up from the beanbag, even though her stuffed stomach was commanding her to stay there until the end of time. As she straightened up, she heard a tearing noise and felt a cool draft travel up her hindquarters. Without even looking, Sweetie Belle knew what had happened -- she'd finally burst her pajama bottoms.

Gee, she thought, I didn't think my butt was that big. Smiling wearily, she decided she'd sort them out in the morning. With some difficulty, she waddled over to her bed and struggled into it. As she pulled the covers over her bloated belly, she closed her eyes and focused on just how unbelievably full she was. It was a wonderful feeling. Maybe I can get Apple Bloom to give me some apple fritters for next time, she thought, as she allowed herself to be carried off to sleep.