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The light of the morning filters through the curtains just enough to hit Diamond’s eyes. She wakes with a grunt. She’s hungover, and feels sick and heavy. So, pretty much a normal morning.
She looks at the alarm clock – almost time to get up anyway, so why even bother trying to get more sleep.
She heaves her massive pink body off the bed – not an easy task. It takes a few tries before she can comfortably sit up, and the effort combined with her alcohol-induced headache make her head spin by the end of it.
Again, a pretty normal morning.
Diamond braces herself for the next cyclopean task – actually getting up from the bed. This is another struggle – forcing her massive thighs and legs to do their job and heave her whole massively obese body into a standing position.
After what seems like an eternity, she’s up, with her belly hanging almost to her knees and her soft, engorged breasts resting on top of it. She knows she should probably weigh herself – last night’s binge of desserts washed down with a bottle of Applejack Daniels had probably added a few more pounds to her already obese body, but she really doesn’t feel like it. She doesn’t even feel sick, really, just full, tired and hungover.
All in all, not too bad.
She has a couple hours before having to go to her next modelling gig – it’s a job for Photo Finish, and even though Diamond barely knows her she’s expecting a good day of work. That pony is nothing if not a perfectionist.
The whiskey bottle from last night is still on the nightstand, almost completely empty. She decides she might as well start her breakfast right there, downing the last few sips of alcohol.
Then comes the time for the real breakfast. A cake from Sugarcube Corner is resting on the kitchen table of her small apartment, and, as much as she’d like to just gulp down the delicacy right away, she decides to restrain herself long enough to at least warm it up a little in the oven.
While the oven is warming the cake and the alcohol is warming her insides, Diamond takes a moment to reminisce. How did she get here, anyway?

Her career as a model had started out great – she was barely out of school when she was first approached for a modeling job. Nothing major, but she just loved the idea of a job that made her independent of her parents and gave her a chance to show off her body. And as a young mare, Diamond Tiara had just about the perfect body anyone could hope for – perfectly toned, shining, spotless coat, and legs that turned every eye in the room. Rarity had hired her for a few model jobs, but she wanted something bigger – something everyone in Equestria would see.
And in a sense, she got it. She got more offers, more opportunities, and every single time she’d pick whichever promised the most.
Silver Spoon had tried to warn her, of course. In retrospect, those were very good warnings – but Diamond had ignored her every time. Little by little, she was rising up in the modeling scene in Canterlot – the youngest starlet to model for Sapphire Shores, the cover of Canterlot Fashion Weekly, with a picture that challenged all notions of decency while still being technically legal. That was also the time she started drinking – yes, she was underage, but when you have the elite of the fashion world vouching for you it’s not hard to get a few cocktails here and there.
And then, of course, came the same string of bad decisions that every young model does while intoxicated. Later on, everyone had reassured her that it wasn’t her fault, that she was taken advantage of, that the creeps and predators of the fashion and pageant scene specifically go after young, inexperienced models and request a certain kind of favours in exchange for promises of fame and glory. But despite all that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that all in all, it was her fault. Yes, ponies may have taken advantage of her, yes, there was no doubt that she had been molested – but she blamed herself for it. She had made her choices, and those were what led her right in the hooves of predators and perverts.
Whoever’s fault it was, by the time Diamond Tiara was a legal adult she was a deeply disturbed alcoholic who had had more sexual partners than she could remember, and more regrets than she could count.
For a while, she seemed to accept that as her life. Modeling, drinking, having casual sex out of obligation more than enjoyment. When she was drunk – that is, most of her waking life – she went out of her way to look for new hookups, almost deluding herself that that was a modicum of control over her life. If her future was going to be a long string of drunken one-night stands, at least she could choose who to have sex with. It was around this time she almost lost contact with Silver Spoon…

The cake is warm and ready. With the voracity and efficiency of a starved beast, Diamond finishes all of it, relishing in the warm sensation filling her from the inside. She pats her enormous belly, lets out a little belch and gets up. With every step, her rolls and rolls of fat jiggle back and forth. She waddles over to the bathroom, squeezing herself into a shower that’s barely wide enough to contain her girth. She turns on the water, and set to work on the arduous task of cleaning under every fold and crease of her morbidly huge body.

She had spent almost a year in that limbo of alcohol, sex and abuse, until even the consolation of drunkenness wasn’t enough to make her go on. One night, crawling back to her apartment after a particularly unfulfilling encounter with a stallion whose name she had already forgotten, she found herself alone in the middle of some event – a harvest festival or something - that had been going on well after sundown. Figuring that it might be a decent way to get some more alcohol into her body, she started walking around the stalls, trying everything she could get her hooves on.
Now, for years she had been on every diet imaginable. Maintaining a slim figure is a hard thing to do even for ponies who don’t consider beer and vodka as part of a balanced breakfast, and Diamond had to go through some pretty extreme sacrifices to maintain her size and drinking habits at the same time.
But now, disregarding any previous concern for her painfully maintained appearance, she decided to dig in, eating everything she felt like until her stomach felt like it was about to burst. She was quite a sight back then – this perfectly toned and groomed model sporting a sagging pot belly and making no effort to hold back her disgusting belching. She crawled home and slept a disturbed, unpleasant sleep which ended with a headache and a majorly upset stomach. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel the need to vomit. It seemed last night’s meal was there to stay.

Diamond finishes scrubbing under even the hardest locations of her body. It always takes a while before she really feels clean. As she dries herself, she takes a moment to appreciate very curve, every mound and every roll of her soft, smooth obese body. Her breasts are almost as big as her head, just firm enough to be squeezed and soft enough to be caressed; her belly is enormous, a gentle, comforting weight pillowing her midsection; her butt and thighs are a thick layer of fat covering strong enough muscles to move around this whole ensemble of adipose pony. Time to get dressed.

The morning after was the first time she realized her clothes weren’t fitting right. Nothing major, mind you, just slightly too-tight dresses and oddly uncomfortable underwear. She walked to her gig without hesitation, and the shoot went without a hitch. But at the same time, she felt something different. Something in the way she was being watched, how she was being evaluated by the hungry eyes of her coworkers. That evening she was drunk again but with a mission - beat last night record and fill herself more than ever.
It didn’0t go well. Her stomach was not ready, not to mention already busy with a few shots of Applejack Daniels – she ended up throwing up in a back-alley, thoroughly defeated.
But that was just the beginning.

Diamond squeezes herself in her nicest white dress – she’s learned by now that the best kind of outfit to wear to a modeling job is one that can be taken off easily. This particular dress was a gift from Rarity – one that Diamond cherished very much. She was beginning to feel apprehensive that she would outgrow it, and wondered if it’s be awkward to ask the fashionista to widen it a bit.

Day after day, Diamond Tiara adjusted her shot – she managed to condition her body to accept bigger and bigger binges, just like she had grown to accept more and more booze over the years – until there was no chance to hide the changes in her figure anymore. She was spilling out of every dress, whenever the outfits didn’t just rip apart outright. It didn’t take long for the number one young model of Canterlt to become a fat, unemployable landwhale. And sure enough, as she got bigger and bigger, the number of would-be partners, pick-up artists and other assorted perverts quickly dried up.
For a while, Diamond enjoyed this sort of lifestyle. She had saved enough money to support herself for a while at least, and spending a few weeks getting drunk and binge-eating whatever her heart desired seemed just what she needed to get out of her tragic mindset.

Diamond waddled out into the streets of Ponyville, wearing the thickest sunglasses she had and her quite revealing white dress. The sun was far too bright for her tastes, but there wasn’t much to do about it. She took a minute to look around - Ponyville was the same rural backwater it had always been, with or without a princess. She casually waved to the Apple family taking a cartload of fruit to the market, and then resumed walking to her destination. She’d have to meet Photo Finish and Rarity at Carousel Boutique, take a few photos, and then discuss future gigs. A quiet day. If they finished early, maybe she’d have the time to eat lunch with Silver Spoon.

It was at that time that Silver Spoon started writing to her. They hadn’t really spoken much since Dimaond had moved to Canterlot, and especially after Sliver had been trying to talk her out of the modeling world. The first letter was nothing special – just asking how things were going, and if she planned to visit Ponyville again. But at the time it seemed the most important thing in the world. Diamond read it again and again, staining it with tears and spilled whiskey, until she fell asleep crying and wasted.
The day after, she got on the train to Ponyville.

The modelling session goes faster than anticipated. Rarity had set up everything in advance, and the dresses and make-up are all perfectly ready when Diamond arrives. Even the negotiations go smoother than anyone had hoped – it seems this is only the first in a series of shoots for a new plus-size line. It’s impossible not to be grateful to Rarity for this – Diamond knows how much the unicorn has been working to make sure Diamond’s career can go on. She feels a bit guilty about leaving right away, without taking some time to chat – but she really wants to go see Silver Spoon. Plus, her stomach is beginning to grumble already.

Getting back to Ponyville had been a walk of shame for her. Going back to her parents as a bloated, alcoholic fatass, admitting she had failed her modeling career harder than anyone would expect, and, of course, everything she didn’t want to admit but was so clear from her demeanor. Her mother barely spoke to her. Her father seemed more confused than angry, as though the part of him wanted to shout “I told you so” was being held back by some shred of decency or affection.
Silver Spoon was another story entirely. She had been in Ponyville for less than a day when she went to see her. She didn’t seem at all bothered by Diamond’s weight gain, she didn’t seem condescending in any way, and whenever Diamond wanted to avoid certain subjects, Silver was ready to accommodate her.
They started dating. For real this time – not the awkward, experimental phase of their teenage years. They went out for dinner, they went out drinking, they went to the many parties and fairs that were pretty much constantly going on in Ponyville. Dimaond learned that Silver was on the city council, and maybe wanted to run for Mayor in the future. She didn’t know what to say to that – for so long Silver had just been there as her support and now, thinking of her as running for office…
Throughout the dates Silver never seemed to restrain Diamond to overeating – if anything, she seemed to encourage her. In a couple months, the pink pony went from merely overweight to fully and truly obese.

Diamond sits at the restaurant table, taking up two chairs with her enormous butt cheeks. Silver Spoon is already waiting for her, and she has ordered already. As always, she has kept a normal meal for herself and requested the equivalent of a family meal for Diamond to gorge on.
They talk a little, they flirt a little, until a comfortable silence falls as Silver is looking transfixed at her marefriend devouring her lunch like a starved parasprite.
Silver looks at her watch and frowns, she has another meeting soon. She invites Diamond to come to her home for dinner, and leaves after planting a kiss on Diamond’s sloppy mouth.
The pink pony remains sitting there a while, digesting, daydreaming and massaging her gut. She’s so lucky to have Silver.

Eventually, she had to confront her. She had to talk to Silver Spoon about how much of an enabler she was. She never said no when Diamond was feeling hungry, she was always ready to pour her another glass of wine, and she seemed to enjoy groping her curves and rolls just a little too much.
When she tried to talk to her about it, Silver anticipated her – didn’t even leave her time to start the discussion. She said she’d found out Rarity was looking for plus-size models, and that Diamond would be perfect. Silver had everything planned out – even set up a meeting already. Diamond didn’t know what to even say to that – Rarity was the one who had introduced her to modeling, but she had never been mean or perverted towards her. So, she thought, maybe this could be worth a shot. In only a few days, she was beginning to model for plus-size clothes, and Silver could not have been happier.

That evening Diamond makes her way to Silver’s flat, wearing what she thinks is her hottest outfit – mostly because it’s about three sizes too small and her fat is spilling out of every side. She finds herself in front of a candle-lit dinner, of course filled with the richest and fattest delicacies Ponyville has to offer. Silver fills Diamond’s glass before she has even time to sit down, and whispers her to do her best in the dining room but save some energy for the bedroom.
Sex has become something different for Diamond. It used to be so impersonal, unfulfilling, casual… now it was a different matter entirely. Sure, she had a real girlfriend, as opposed to a million one-night stands with stallions she barely knew – but what had truly surprised her was how much her size had changed the way she thought of intercourse. It isn’t something quick or casual, it’s something that required premeditation, effort, and a lot of attention. Her heart races the whole way though and she’s always struggling to catch her breath. And Silver always knows how to keep her just at the edge – feeling like her heart could burst at any moment, but still drowning in pleasure.
Yes, Silver Spoon is an enabler. Yes, Diamond Tiara’s life is still far from perfect.
But right now, there isn’t a single thing she’d change about it.

Cute!