My Little Human: Rarity's Flabulous Weekend - 1

My Little Human – Rarity’s Flabulous Weekend

It was a quiet winter morning in Ponyville and Derpy “Hooves” Hoover was making her rounds delivering the day’s mail. The twenty five year old mother of two wasn’t the best mailwoman in Equestria. In fact she had a habit of either mixing up people’s mail or breaking items marked “FRAGILE”. Every day her route brought her to a round white house a block or two from town hall. The house was home to a seventeen year old girl named Rarity Belle who also used it as a dress shop. Rarity didn’t have much of an opinion about Derpy because they so seldom ever interacted (unlike her friends: despite being ten years younger than the mailwoman Rainbow considered her a friend but was easily annoyed by her clumsiness. Applejack was tolerant of her at least, but wished she would stop breaking her mailbox. Fluttershy was getting sick and tired of receiving other people mail, but couldn’t find the courage to say anything. Pinkie liked Derpy and considered her antics amusing. Not everyone held her in such high esteem however, Twilight Sparkle and her brother Spike, fourteen and thirteen respectively, held her in contempt due to her apparent incompetence and had little patience with her).
Derpy walked off to continue her rounds after placing a few letters in the mailbox addressed to “Belle”. After Derpy had gone, the door opened and Rarity’s ten year old sister, Sweetie emerged to retrieve the mail as a favor to her elder sibling. Sweetie shuffled the envelopes in her hands. There was a letter from a man named Fancy Pants (who may have been their uncle) and his wife Fleur de Lis, a postcard from their parents and a manila envelope postmarked from the library.
Walking back in the house, she handed Rarity the letters. Her sister started with the large envelope.
“I wonder what this could be,” Rarity mused.
“Well at least we know who it’s from,” Sweetie commented, “what do you see in him anyway?”
“Who,” Rarity asked.
“Spike,” Sweetie answered, “he’s half the things you hate in a person. He’s lazy, he’s tactless, he’s a bit of a slob and he’s completely unreliable.”
“For one thing,” Rarity explained to her sibling, “we don’t know Spike was the one who sent this. Also, you aren’t giving him enough credit. He has his flaws but his good points are always clearly visible.”
“Really,” her sister mused sarcastically, “I guess his good points really stuck out at the last grand gala… Oh wait, he never showed up. While you were getting mistreated by that jerk Blueblood, he wasn’t even there to defend you. Where was he again? That’s right, in a donut shop getting drunk from coffee. Now that’s really reliable!”
Rarity didn’t feel like getting into an argument with Sweetie over this. After explaining to her sister that Spike would have made the snobbish prince’s life miserable if he had known. She mentioned to her sister how Twilight had told her a week later, that Spike was still foaming at the mouth over what a jerk the prince was to her and how he was determined to teach him a lesson.
“Twilight said that if he had been any angrier, he would have sent an active time bomb his way.”
Deciding that Sweetie’s suspiciously sudden diatribe was getting tiresome, Rarity turned her attention to the envelope. Opening it she found a handwritten letter, telling her what was inside.
“Oh dear, I really wish Twilight would type her correspondence,” she said, “I simply can’t make her handwriting… Dear Rarity,
Spike made this portrait, last week…  He insisted it was just to help him waste time but I convinced him to give it to you as a gift… I know you’ll love it… at least for being a work of art.”
It was signed “your friend Twilight”. Reaching into the opening she found the portrait in question. It was a beautifully painted portrait of her. However in this portrait, she was fat enough to be in the record books for a long time. It didn’t bother her though; in fact it was very flattering in how it was executed.
“I really do make anything look good,” she said to herself, “though this clearly belongs in a museum. It’s a shame for him to have such talent and hide it away from the world.”
“Look at the time,” Sweetie gasped, looking at the wristwatch their parents had given her for her last birthday, “I’m supposed to be meeting Scootaloo and Applebloom at the arcade, we’re shooting for video game cutie marks. Maybe we’ll even top Spike’s highscores.”
“Oh Sweetie,” Rarity called out to her sister, “If you’re going to give me bad information about him, it would be easier to pull off if you did more than just exaggerate the truth.”
Meanwhile in a large two story apartment above the local library, Spike Sparkle was slumped over in his battered recliner quickly pressing buttons on a video game controller. The living room was darkened with the curtains drawn closed. A large bottle of soda was sitting on the floor next to him. He was, he knew, halfway finished with the level. The video game must have been making a lot of noise because, it only took Twilight a few minutes to leave the study and ask him to turn it off.
Having nothing better to do, he put the chair in the recline position and dozed off. It seems that wasn’t good enough for his sister because as soon as he closed his eyes he heard her call out:
“Spike, I hope you’re not sleeping, go find something productive to do.”
“Like what,” he grumbled.
“Maybe one of our friends needs some assistance. I heard Rarity is experimenting with her dress making talent in some way, something about size limits; go lend a hand, but just get out of the house so I can study.”
“Fine,” he groaned as he fell out of his chair. He headed straight for the door.  On his way out the door he passed Twilight’s pet owl, Owlowicious sleeping on his perch. As he walked by, the bird stared at him with one eye open.
“Stupid bird,” Spike muttered as he closed the door. Once outside, he headed to off to Rarity’s but not before stopping in the basement. When he reached the round white house, he knocked on the door. Within seconds, Rarity answered. The curvy girl was about five inches taller than him which surprisingly enough, accentuated her hourglass figure.  Her long intricately styled violet hair framed her face in a most flattering manner as she looked at her boyfriend, who had stopped by bearing a box of odds and ends.
“Oh hello Spike,” what can I help you with?”
“Huh?” Spike mused, almost forgetting why he had stopped by, “oh nothing actually, Twilight told me about that experiment you were doing and from what I heard, I thought these would be of use to you. I’d stay and help, but I’ve wound up being dragged into quite a few experiments lately and could use some relaxation, so I’m just dropping these off on my way to the movies.”
“Oh,” Rarity replied.
“Yeah they’re showing a classic, ‘Charlie Chan at the Summer Sun Celebration’.”
Rarity looked in the box Spike had brought over. It was full of vials and jars. The vials were filled with a blue liquid and the jars contained either blue or red pills. Upon further inspection, she noticed that the Red pills had plus signs on them. A slight gasp came out of her.
“Oh Spikey Wikey,” she said excitedly as she kissed him on the forehead, “this will work perfectly, but how did you get them away from Twilight?”
“It helps that Pinkie Pie is so gullible,” he explained, “I told her Twilight needed her assistance. With Pinkie distracting her, it was a cinch to break into the lab and replace the real weight gain pills with placebos. I’ll have to explain something about them. I revised this batch so that the user would gain no more than three hundred pounds per pill.”
Rarity convinced Spike to stay and assist her.  Upon agreeing to lend a hand Spike led her over the box and started to help unpack the supplies he brought. Suggesting that she start with the formula, Spike poured the vial into a glass. After the glass was three quarters of the way full, he handed it to Rarity.
“Here, drink this first;” he said encouragingly, “It will help keep you mobile no matter how much you gain.”
“Thank you, Spike,” Rarity replied, downing the potion appreciatively.
Within seconds of downing the potion, she was beset by an excruciating hunger pang. Luckily the fridge and cupboards were fully stocked from her last trip to the market. Spike sensing the way his girlfriend was reacting to Twilight’s formula, insisted on getting the food for her. Racing into the kitchen, he returned with loads of sweet treats and fattening foods to satiate his love’s currently uncontrollable appetite. With great abandon she gratefully dug into his offering. Spike lovingly watched her eat as she greedily (or as greedily as the living embodiment of pure generosity could be capable of) devoured the cupcakes, burgers, pies and other goodies Spike had spread out for her. Rarity felt hesitant about eating it all herself though, after all her generosity was practically a symptom of her obsessive compulsive disorder. She tried to ease feelings of uselessness by being compulsively generous. However Spike had kept insisting he wasn’t hungry and seemed to enjoy watching her gorge herself, and a big part of generosity is giving of oneself. The more of her there was, the more there was to give. Rarity was so hungry that she had cleaned out the kitchen within minutes of Spike bringing her the food.  
The food was turning to fat right in front of their eyes. At this point Rarity had ballooned to just over eight hundred pounds. Her breasts were now triple F’s and bulged out from her eight foot wide chest. Her seven foot wide belly pushed the table away from her a few inches. Her hips and butt were equal in width to her chest and completely covered the two chairs she was sitting in, (Spike had brought another over when she passed four hundred so that her weight would be more evenly distributed.) With Rarity as hungry as she was, it was lucky that Spike had called in an order for more food.
That’s why Pinkie Pie showed up at Rarity’s door. The hyper fifteen year old worked as a delivery girl at the local malt shop, “Sugarcube Corner”, where Spike had Placed an order for enough cakes and burgers to feed a large party. The pink haired teen had her Vespa parked by the door.
“This order comes to three hundred bits Spike, are you sure you can afford it? I mean even if you are a technically a prince, I don’t think the cakes would like me putting such a large order on your tab.
“Would you like me to pay it now or just give you an IOU?” Spike asked.
“Pay it now, pay it now,” Pinkie exclaimed.
“Settle down, Pinkie,” Spike said smoothly, “you don’t have to pay it now.”
“Oh yes I do have to pay it now. I insist on paying it now! So I’m paying now!” Pinkie shouted, taking three hundred bits out of her pocketbook and placing them in her tip jar.
After this exchange, Pinkie handed Spike the food and left. Upon taking the food into Rarity, he got a surprise that caused a bulge in the front of his pants. In the three minutes he was outside with haggling with Pinkie, Rarity had gained another two hundred pounds; bringing her weight up to half a ton. The chairs had since broken under the weight of her ten foot wide butt leaving her on the floor. Her equally wide breasts measured in a double H range and spilled over her nine foot belly.
“Pinkie offered to foot the bill,” Spike explained, half lying, half telling the truth.
Upon bringing the food she dug in again but not before giving him another kiss on the forehead. This time she was gaining weight even faster.  Within minutes of beginning this second binge, Rarity had fattened up to a full ton. Her twenty foot butt stuck out behind her by three feet. Her breasts defied all known bra sizes. Her belly had crushed the table.
Getting up with little effort, she started waddling out of the kitchen; her butt bouncing and wobbling with every step. Luckily Twilight had taught her that door widening Spell or she would have gotten stuck for sure. After entering her living room, she grabbed a small ivory colored envelope from the small end table.  
Spike followed her into the room to help her get comfortable. In his head he was singing:
“I’ve got a woman as big as a house yes sir! She’s as big as a two family house with a porch and a fence. You won’t believe what you see when you look at her, she’s gigantic, enormous, colossal, immense.”
“Oh Spike, I almost forgot,” Rarity said snapping him out of his imagination as she settled her massive girth onto the large couch, “my uncle Fancy is throwing a garden party and he wants us both to attend. He said that he is very interested in meeting the dragon prince. He also said to congratulate Twilight for him on becoming a princess.  I wish you didn’t hate being a prince so much.”