Fat. Obese. A blob. None of these terms even came close to describing Yvette’s current state: her head was close to succumbing to the walls of doughy flesh around it; a roll of her neck fat wrapped around and rested atop her horn. Her chin was bloated beyond reason, melting into the neck roll it lay atop of, and her apron of rolls spilled out into the dark depths of the resulting cave of fat that Yvette now found herself in. The line between neck roll and chest flab was beyond blurred, with each doughy roll blending in with the others around it, completely surrounding her entire field of vision.

She’d long since lost all visibility of anything beyond her cheeks; they were the size of extra-large beach balls, and pressed up against her eyes as they had nowhere else to go. Her smile, wide open with her tongue lolling out, salivating over what awaited her, was a thing of beauty: hungry for the endless stream of love from those around her who had a proper appreciation for what true beauty really was. And her eyes, lidded and half-buried under her cheeks; those sparkling blue gems, whose soft, sultry gaze only needed to convey a simple, singular demand: “Feed me.”

She was buried in her own adipose every which way. Layers upon layers of blubber, piling on and seemingly never-ending. She could sense various rolls pushing up against each other; body parts that would otherwise never touch one another were now attempting to occupy each other’s space. Her hooves were buried beneath untold amounts of lard, long since completely unable to move. Any holes that had once adorned her limbs were long since forced shut, as every micrometre of her plush body was filled to the brim with dense fat.

Yvette had lost count of how many tonnes she weighed; she didn’t have an exact number, but she figured that by now it was in the tens of thousands, at an absolute minimum. As she grew fatter, her mind had become increasingly more clouded with the lustful thoughts of needing more. Of being larger, fatter, softer than she ever was before. To become the plushest being in all of Equestria, even if it meant overtaking her own Queen, Chrysalis, in sheer weight. As a result, it was becoming ever-increasingly harder to make accurate guesses.

She was fat in every sense of the word, and she loved every second of it.