We Live to Serve
Kim’s world was not one of sight, sound, touch, smell, or even taste, really. The five senses were little more than supplements when the organs that perceive them had long since been engulfed by heavy, impenetrable blubber.
For Kim, her universe was built of sensations: pain, lust, desire, and overwhelming pleasure.
Several months had elapsed since her plan had come into play. She had already been titanic by pony standards—very few pegasi could fill a bed quite like she did—and as a result she spent a great deal of her life indoors, in her bedroom, steadily filling the bed more and more.
Throughout much of her adult life she had lived under the care of her twin brother Grey. He loathed her sloth, her gluttony, and the way that 87 percent of the household’s post-deduction income ultimately made its way into her stomach.
No amount of trying to slim her down seemed to take hold, either because of her resistance or appetite’s persistence. He half considered sending her back to their parents, but the thought of them learning what a fat slob she had become since leaving home would certainly break their hearts, followed swiftly by their bank accounts.
So that had been their life for the past few years. Kim ballooning to the world’s largest and least delicious bed-smothering mountain of jello; Grey begrudgingly abiding by her demands for more food.
This was the status quo that, nine months ago, Kim had managed to unbalance in her favour.
Sure, Grey got her food, but it was never enough. She would ask for a hundred triple cheeseburgers and he would only order twenty. It wasn’t her fault she was hungry! If he just got enough food for once, maybe she wouldn’t be so hungry all the time!
He even had the audacity to underfeed her and then let her starve all day whilst he went out to “work”. All he had to do was listen to her for once.
So she vowed to make him listen.
It wasn’t difficult. There were all sorts of forbidden magicks for sale on the dark web. It didn’t take much to arrange for an illicit potion to be delivered straight to her mouth, delivered courtesy of a slim raccoon in an identity-obscuring hoodie who scaled the drain pipe outside of her window and accepted her laptop as payment.
A potion of potent enchantment, the page had been titled. “Bring the most iron-willed individual to their knees with your thrall. Supercharges pheromone production to make those around you suggestible to your desires.”
What followed was a list of suggested uses, many of them potently illegal. For Kim, however, it sounded exactly like what she wanted. It required no hands, no movement, no dexterity. All she would have to do is ask.
Upon arriving home from work, Grey seemed just as unimpressed with her as ever, but it only took a question, a pitiful whimper and a pair of glistening puppy-dog eyes for him to capitulate to her dinner order. Another cutesy request more and he was hoof-feeding each of those 125 triple cheeseburgers to her.
His personality sure wasn’t different—he complained about it from the first bite until well past the last—but he had, for the first time in years, actually given her everything she had asked for. The potion worked! He was even convinced to give her a belly massage afterwards. Nothing felt as good as hard hooves against soft blubber. The only thing still troubling her was a mild craving for dessert.
The next morning’s breakfast was more of the same. She easily convinced Grey to agree to a repeat of the previous night. Twelve dozen triple-stacked breakfast muffins arriving in short order and getting hoof-fed into her hungry maw.
“I’m gonna need another set of hooves if I’m gonna keep up with your goddamn appetite,” Grey muttered.
“Then get some!” Kim had responded between bites. In hindsight, this is where things had started to kick off.
“Yeah, fine,” Grey had grumbled in response. He had swiftly abandoned his post and left the room, returning minutes later dragging a small unicorn mare behind him. He placed her in front of Kim.
The mare’s eyes grew wide as she took in the enormity of the massive pegasus laid before her. She began to stammer. “Is-is this one of those ‘vore’ things I’ve heard about? I-I-I’m really not comfortable with this and I have a lot of errands to run today and and I think I should go because this isn’t something I sh—“
“Feed me?” Kim’s voice rang out sweetly.
“Oh! Well, er, yes. Yes I can do that if you want! No problem. No probs, some people say! Heh…”
She nervously picked up one of the breakfast muffins in her magic, unwrapping the wax paper from it and lifted it to Kim’s mouth. Kim smiled and opened wide, letting the mare levitate the thick, greasy stack into her maw. She chewed it for a few seconds and swallowed.
“Good. Now faster,” she instructed. She looked back to Grey. “You too,”
Grey rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the bags of burgers, flying up and hovering over Kim’s head. The two alternated feeding her, ensuring her maw was never left empty and waiting.
Before long, everything had been devoured, but it wasn’t enough. She was still hungry, and having two feeders at her disposal was an opportunity too good to waste.
“Order more food,” she said, barely stifling a belch. “Please,”
Three ‘volunteers’, the unicorn and two delivery people recruited to the cause, took turns pushing food into her bloated face. Grey and another had been tasked with massaging her bloated gut. There was plenty for them to work with, she had probably gained over a 150 pounds heavier in the last 24 hours alone.
Another volunteer, someone Grey had just grabbed off the street at some point, was walking around with a phone and calling any restaurant that hadn’t been exhausted earlier in the day. Evidently they had deep enough pockets to pay for it all.
But Kim was still hungry. She couldn’t understand it. She had been eating almost non-stop since the morning. Even as twilight and night fell, hunger still cloyed at her. A niggling emptiness clung to her insides demanding to be filled, but nothing she had eaten today—no matter what it was or how much of it she ate—had satisfied that it.
Burgers, fries, pizzas, burritos, fried chicken, cookies, cake, and a dozen more things from various categories had passed her lips in the last few hours, but she needed more.
She had thought that her constant hunger had just been a result of Grey’s stinginess, but even now she didn’t feel content. She idly wondered whether the potion was defective but she was distracted by hunger pains. Her appetite roared louder than ever, her stomach rumbling loud enough for the whole room to hear.
“More!” Kim grunted loudly between mouthfuls. “Pleash, I need more!”
It didn’t take long for Kim’s utopian vision to crumble.
Over the subsequent days, shops and restaurants started to run out of stock or denied her custom. Her desire for endless junk food had been largely displaced by disgusting military rations, meal-replacement shakes and whatever other calorifically-dense food her team could source. Still nothing they had fed her, no matter the quantity, was working to satisfy her hunger.
In hindsight, things had gotten out of control.
Kim’s body had ballooned outwards. More calories had entered her system in the last few days than in the entire two years prior. Her already strained bed had been outgrown multiple times over, her rump and one side now pushing against two of her four walls.
Whatever movement remained in her hooves had vanished, either stunted by the surrounding lard or made too difficult by her constant food-coma lethargy.
Her three chins now competed for space with a fourth, fifth and sixth; each one thicker than the last. Rivulets of meal-replacement shakes ran down and pooled in the crevices between them, mixing with the detritus of days of meals.
Her crew, now numbering over a dozen, were an even bigger mess. They were exhausted and yet steadfastly compelled to continue tending to the behemoth pegasus until sleep deprivation forced them into unconsciousness. Six of them worked to feed her whilst another two worked what little mental acumen remained in them to scour websites and make phone calls to find more food. One kneaded her rolling hillocks of flab with a lethargic slowness. Two others were currently unconscious.
Grey, at least, was an exception. As the self appointed manager of this ‘project’ he seemed to take great pleasure at his seniority over others, even if he was just as dishevelled and overworked as anyone else. His sister may have become a bottomless, demanding slob, but she was still his sister and she needed feeding, dammit.
Yesterday, the floor underneath Kim had started to buckle and sag, splintering loudly as she was fed. Grey had hired a contractor to reinforce the ceiling below, but Kim’s pheromones had inevitably seeped through the cracks. The contractor had since switched to a new project: a makeshift machination of pipes and vats having being quickly assembled in the space across from her.
Kim only managed to ask few questions through the unbroken assault of food, but she had determined its intended use quickly enough. A hose-and-mask-like apparatus was being prepared. They were seemingly only minutes away from hooking her up to her brand new feeding machine.
A thought pushed through Kim’s mind. This might be the last chance she gets to speak, the last opportunity to tell the gathered crowds to stop the food-based assault on her body. She could stop the ride right here and right now.
Her thought was interrupted by a stabbing pain in her stomach. She grunted loudly, a shower of crumbs dribbling from her mouth as she found she could only mumble a few slurred words: “Mwrore! Pweash! Fweed me mwrore!”
She recognised the consequences almost immediately, the gathered crowds almost re-energised by the fresh instruction. It was mere seconds before the mask was slid over her muzzle, the embedded hose pushed deep into her mouth.
There was the loud rumble of a motor spinning up, an echoing glory as a viscous combination of protein shake and waste food grease started making its way down the hose and forcing its way into her. Her stomach screamed for sustenance. All she could do is swallow.
Days. It was days until her throat saw rest again. They had kept pumping around the clock. Mixtures of various consistencies were sourced from containers of various sizes, all of it seemingly conditioned to fatten her up as rapidly as possible.
And it had worked.
In those few days Kim erupted outwards. Her hooves disappeared completely under the masses of fat that accumulated around her legs; tail vanished into the crevasse of her butt cheeks; wings enveloped into some fold somewhere. Chins seven through fifteen sprung into existence. Cheeks larger than beachballs loomed over her face, limiting her view of the people around her. She was becoming formless, more blob than birdhorse.
Her hefty side came to touch a third wall. It was close to smothering the feeding machine itself when the wall behind her—having carried her weight the longest—crumbled onto the pavement below and exposed her colossal rump to the neighbourhood.
The reinforced floor gave up not long after, the section closest to the now-missing wall collapsing to create the perfect slope for Kim and half of her bedroom to first list, and then topple, down into the street below.
She laid upon the cold, wet asphalt. Her belly smothered a significant portion of the pavement and roadway, blocking traffic. The mask had been ripped free of her face. For a few short moments, she had respite.
And then the assault began anew.
Neighbours poked their heads out of windows to see what the noise was. Shop workers, random pedestrians and motorists now stuck next to her all gathered around her. All of them immediately fell victim to her pheromones.
Without so much of a peep from her lips, they seemed to know their mission.
Fresh hands clambered over her rolls, trying to get to her face so that they might deposit their available food into it. She couldn’t turn them away. Her hunger raged like never before, her stomach freshly angered by having gone nearly a minute without being attended to. Kim could only moan in respite as half a dozen people forced food into her mouth at once, more and more hands joining in with each passing second.
A crowd of hundreds gathered around her as the hours wore on. New people arrived constantly, at first shocked and then infatuated by the whale-like pegasus before them. Almost inevitably someone would inform them of their goal: to feed her more.
A steady queue formed. Infatuated beings visiting her half-buried head so that they could contribute their entire pantries to burying it further. Slowly and surely they forced thousands of kilos of their own food into her, for which Kim could only thanklessly swallow, one desperate mouthful at a time.
The skies darkened as more hands came to feed her. Her body continued to billow outwards with every added calorie, forcing her head into a steadily deepening crevice.
She had no idea how large she was by now. She thought she could feel the walls of buildings on both sides but the constant sensation of dozens of moving bodies made her unsure of anything.
Those who were feeding her only seemed to become more desperate as the time lapsed into night. Some could only offer bags of pure sugar or candies they had dug out of old drawers. Every restaurant in the city was sold out or refused to sell if they knew it would be going to Kim. Every grocery in the surrounding neighbourhoods had been emptied. Every cupboard, pantry, fridge and freezer in the area was already unloaded into her.
As sources of food became increasingly scarce, desperation started to set in. More of the gathered thongs met her face only to apologise for their meagre offerings.
The unicorn mare from the first day appeared in her narrow field of view and, with a teary apology for her failures, declared herself a martyr for the greater girth and levitated herself towards Kim’s mouth.
Kim wanted to say something but found she couldn’t. Her voice was hoarse, she barely spluttered an indistict sound before the mare entered Kim’s mouth and Kim swallowed her whole. She couldn’t resist. Not physically and not psychologically. Her hunger burned like a wildfire, unquenchable and capable of destroying anything that approached it.
Spurred on by the first, others soon followed. They would climb her rolls only to push themselves past her lips, their final offering to her. She swallowed them all, churning each one into another few pounds of fat upon her bloated frame.
She was so tired. She had done nothing but eat for over a week, consigned to the idea that this was her fate. She would be fed everything and everyone until there was nothing and no one left to feed her; she would eat all of it, too hungry to resist any morsel that passed her lips and too desperate to put up a fight. She would grow to smother the street, the neighbourhood, maybe even the whole city.
She had gone from being in control of everyone to having no control at all.
It was daybreak, at least judging by the slither of sky she could still make out between visits. The night had passed much like the evening before, subjected to the endless hoards of those desperate to satiate her.
She’d lost track of how many people she had gulped down. In the deep darkness of that night there was little way to discern between friend and food.
Kim became aware of a weight moving over her. Dozens of bodies were still clambering across her body, but this one was different, it was large and vastly heavier than the others. The other bodies stopped moving as the heavy weight approached her head. In fact, she felt them moving away in unison.
A shadow fell over her, the morning sky becoming dark again as a wide shadow loomed over her.
“You’re one hell of a hungry horse, you know,” they called down.
The voice didn’t give her food. It didn’t give her itself. It just stood and watched. She tried to say something but her voice was still strained, she only managed a pained whimper as her appetite reasserted itself again, her huge body grumbling needle.
A strange blue glow became visible from within the shadow, like a pair of robotic eyes were examining her.
“You’ve been on our radar for a couple of days now. In that time I managed to synthesise a little neutralising agent to those funky pheromones of yours. I can put an end to all of this,” the voice paused for a moment, “Assuming you want me to, of course,”
“Puh-puhleash…” Kim mumbled, her voice deep and husky. “Buh… moair… ah sho hungry…”
“I can help with that too, again, if you want,”
Kim tried to nod, but the blubber-swaddled muscles barely moved. “Yeash… ah jusht need moahr…”
The shadowy figure hummed in agreement and disappeared from view. Kim was graced with a few brief moments of clear sky before a pair of narrow, metallic hoses were lowered towards her mouth. She wrapped her lips around them and a small light activated near the ends, a heavy flow of thick, strawberry-flavoured cream being pumped into her maw.
She suckled on the hoses desperately. After so much time eating random scraps the taste was a welcome respite. The flow was thick and fast, coming in much greater volume than she would expect from such narrow hoses, but she didn’t care. She was desperately hungry and whatever this was might provide some brief respite from that pain so long as it kept coming.
The weight and movement across her body ceased. There were still pokes and prods coming from ground level, but seemingly her accidental cult of feeders had been freed of their pheromonal servitude.
For the next few hours, nothing happened. It was weird. The crowds dispersed, and for the first time in over a week, Kim was left to be by herself.
She just sat there, chugging the torrent of cream coming from some place she would probably never see with her own eyes. There was little else she could do.
The silence was eventually broken by Grey sliding down the cascading rolls that led to her face. His own face barely hid the disgust he felt at her present condition, every surface in here thickly coated with sticky food detritus and sweat.
He sat himself in front of her, jittering nervously. Kim couldn’t tell if it was because of exhaustion or nerves… or fear?
Her heart sunk a little. She had only intended to sate her hunger, not to inadvertently enslave a bunch of people or devour several more. He must think her some kind of monster.
She tried to speak but she was unable to open her mouth, her lips clinging tightly shut around the hoses no matter how much she tried. All she could do was listen and eat.
Grey took a few moments to compose himself. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“That was a dick move, sis,” he said finally. Sighing. “This scientist fella explained everything—the whole pheromonal ju-ju you did to yourself. I’m going to assume you didn’t expect this to happen but…” He wiggled a hoof a little. “It’s not totally off-brand for you, isn’t it?”
Kim harrumphed silently.
“He also explained that apparently you have a literally bottomless appetite which, well, I always thought you were exaggerating about being hungry. My bad, I guess, but still. I tried. I really tried to keep you satisfied but we only have so much money, y’know? Do you know how long I have to work to buy just one of those triple cheeseburgers you love so much? You ate through our entire savings on the first day!”
Kim looked forlorn. She hoped that it came across.
“Anyway, this guy has offered to take legal custody of you and… well, I think it’s for the best. I could barely afford to feed you before and now you’re, well, bigger. Our flat’s destroyed, I lost my job because I took an unannounced week off and half the street is smothered underneath you. I really can’t keep looking after you now,”
He paused, kind of unsure of what else to say. He stood up and patted one of Kim’s chins. “See ya around, sis,”
He took wing and flew out towards the open sky.
Kim was left with little time for retrospection. The sky turning dark as a familiar shadow filled it, glowing blue eyes looking down at her once again.
“That was me, by the way,”
He tossed something down. A metallic, hexagonal disc about six inches across landed a few chins away from her face. It sat motionless for a while before it beeped softly and rays of light began projecting from the top.
Inside of the lights, an image started to form. Distorted at first, it rapidly solidified into the image of one of the fattest people Kim had ever seen. The projection was only a couple of inches tall, but it took up the entire width of the disc. He was even fatter than Kim was before all this had happened.
A greyish-brown bat appeared, decked in tailored and yet still ill-fitting green clothes, his immensely obese body spilling out of it at nearly every seam. A pair of glowing blue goggles covered his eyes.
“Hello there, Kim,” said the hologram. The voice was much clearer now it was right next to her.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Alex, and I run the Research and Development division at a company called Glaztek. That is the organisation that has… requisitioned you, so to speak,”
He paused for a moment to let that sink in.
“As I mentioned earlier, we’ve been keeping an eye on you since this whole escapade of yours spilled out into the streets. We are, frankly, fascinated by you. Through some combination of genetics, mutation, or maybe some environmental factor, you’ve somehow naturally developed an actual, demonstrable, honest-to-god bottomless appetite. It’s extraordinary! I mean, I had to invent mine!
“As you might anticipate, we would like to study this phenomenon to see if we can find the biological cause and, potentially, utilise it in our current and future corporate endeavours,”
Kim’s mouth squirmed, her lips still unmoving as though welded closed by some invisible force.
“Ah sorry, let me get that for you,”
A couple of seconds passed. The light on the hoses dimmed and the flow of cream trickled to a stop.
Kim winced, her hunger loudly asserting itself again, but she managed to talk around the hoses.
“Schtudy…?” she mumbled, “Yew mean yew can fixsh me?”
Alex laughed. “Goodness no! No Kim, we need to keep you as close to your existing baseline as possible if we’re going to study what causes this. We don’t do anything invasive without your permission, of course, but it does mean that you’re kinda have to stay like this—at least for now,”
Kim whined loudly. She tried to formulate an argument, a reason why this mysterious organisation should be compelled to return her to normal, but her concentration kept slipping as the hunger pangs intensified.
“P-pleash… mwoar… ah need moawr…”
Alex shrugged and obliged her. The lights lit up, the invisible force sealed her lips around the hoses again, and the comforting feeling of thick strawberry cream began pumping into her once again.
“We’ll make sure you’re fed more than enough to keep your appetite at bay. Don’t worry about that, Kim,” Alex grinned as the hologram flickered off.
For some time she remained in place, left to do nothing but gorge and growing fatter whilst the logistics of what was to come were ironed out. The area was evacuated and cordoned off for the safety of everyone else, with only those who came to feed her permitted to come within the exclusion zone.
She was desperately hungry throughout. True to Alex’s word, food came as quickly and as relentlessly as she was able to eat it. It only took another week of incessant eating for several buildings to have been bulldozed by her bulk, multiple streets lost beneath the constantly expanding lard of the mountainous mare. A third hose was lowered to her maw and gratefully accepted.
Glaztek eventually managed to have her moved to a new facility where she would be safe from prying eyes. She didn’t know how they did it exactly, but the move was as smooth as butter. The flow of flavoured creams didn’t even slow as the operation was underway.
Her first weeks at the new facility saw her situation made more comfortable.
The hoses were replaced, as was the equipment that supplied them. Scaffolding was erected so that her face wouldn’t be completely engulfed by the surrounding rolls, leaving her a permanent view of the ceiling of the facility. A more permanent holographic communicator was installed along with a camera and screen. For the first time in a month, she could watch television again.
Alex made occasional calls to give her updates on the tests they were conducting and her present situation. They remained one-sided efforts. Kim feared that if she were to stop eating for even a few seconds the hunger pains might return more violently than ever.
Grey called in sometimes too, mostly focused on news from the outside world, but he was obviously uncomfortable looking at her grotesquely fat, screen-filling face for too long.
A few months into her confinement the various flavoured creams were replaced with a new food source. It was thicker and couldn’t flow as quickly, leading them to add two more hoses to her bundle. According to Alex it remained virtually impossible to sate her appetite, but the new mixture should do more to delay and suppress her hunger pains.
Another month later, Alex declared their studies on her had concluded. His hologram, now projected in much larger size and higher resolution, stood in front of her. His shirt barely even covered his chest, his bulging gut pouring out of the bottom of it and completely unobscured from view. Kim ruminated that he’d obviously gotten much fatter since the first time they had met.
“We’ve worked out what causes your insatiable appetite,” Alex’s hologram explained. “And we know how to reproduce it in others, and we could, probably, absolve you of yours, if you wanted us to; but…”
Kim squinted curiously.
“At this stage you’re… a bit of a lost cause, to be blunt about it. Even if we added a bottom to your bottomless hunger, the calorific intake needed to sustain your suppressed appetite would still need to be…” he paused for a moment, his image being replaced with a holographic graph with some incomprehensible numbers on it.
“Incredibly high.” Alex continued. “Even if you choose to undergo the procedure, the chances of returning you to anything like your old life are basically zero. You’ll probably be a hyper-obese, immobile blob for the rest of your natural existence,”
Kim hummed, the sound of it barely audible beneath the sound of fluid chugging through the five hoses.
“As you’ve been an invaluable asset to our research, Glaztek is happy to accommodate you and your feeding needs for the indefinite future. That is on the condition that you retain your current appetite, in case we need to perform further studies.
“However, as the present study has concluded, we’ll be happy to change some things around to be more comfortable for you—we already have a pair of our Glaztek Goggles with your name on them! That’s these things,” Alex moved to tap his own goggles, but the bat’s wing was too overburdened with fat to reach them properly.
“They let you talk to people just through thought, so you won’t need to stop eating. We’ll also program yours to give you some control over your environment and the feeding apparatus we’ve got you hooked into, assuming you’re happy to maintain this arrangement, of course. We just need you to sign on the proverbial dotted line.”
Alex silently waited for a few moments before realising that Kim’s mouth was still locked shut. The flow of feed slowed and stopped, the familiar glowing lights on the hoses dimmed as they released Kim’s mouth to speak.
She wheezed and coughed softly. She wasn’t sure if she could even formulate words right now.
Quietly she managed to moan a few stunted words: “Yersh… pweash…”
Alex smiled and nodded. Kim’s lips locked around the hoses and the fattening flow resumed.
Kim had been eating almost non-stop for the last eight and a half months.
The goggles had been a game changer. For the first time she was given a look at herself from outside of her buried face. She was gigantic; enormous; immense; mountainous; all these words combined and then some. The regular-sized individuals in her proximity were like specks of dust, barely visible from the overhead perspective the drone camera afforded her.
Around her, however, was nothing but white void. A white, padded room surrounded her on all sides, no obvious entrance for where she might have entered. She messaged Alex as to where she was but she didn’t understand the answer. Something about Al-cub-rie drives and warping of spacetime or something. She decided to not look that particular gift-horse in the mouth.
The goggles opened up new worlds for her too. Even before her immobility had stunted her movement, her hooves rendered her unable to really play video games or use computers like most other beings. The goggles changed all of that. With thoughts alone she could do things that even able-bodied pegasi couldn’t dream of doing!
She immersed herself in virtual realms where she could chat and hang out with other people, never quite revealing that she weighed millions of tons, was the size of a suburban neighbourhood and literally chugging thousands of calories of fattening fluid as they ‘spoke’.
Somehow, despite everything that had happened in the interim, she had swollen into a better quality of life than she ever had with Grey. She had a more active social life, experienced more new things, and that feeling of emptiness inside her was at least being kept quiet instead of running rampant all day.
It was in the quieter moments, when the goggles were dimmed because there was nothing she felt like watching, that she let herself just feel how huge she had become; how good the feeling of constant, unending growth turned out to be; how the act of gorging herself just felt overwhelmingly pleasurable.
Her goggles granted her the ability to slow the flow of food, to balance it so that she would be sated but not growing, but she hadn’t done so. If anything the last several months had only taught her that she wanted this.
So long as no one was getting hurt, so long as she ultimately had some control, and so long as Glaztek were footing the bills, she would indulge herself for the rest of time.
