“So tell me...how does a scrawny thing like you end up being Planetary Governor?” Wheat Sheaf spoke down his vid-phone to Farthest Reach. “Back on the homeworld at your size you’d hardly be considered a pony of any note.”

“Please Wheat, we are guests here…” His wife came spoke into the three way call. “Remember off world ponies like these are our hosts. The Governor has done a fine job of keeping us fed and watered.” She said, trying to sooth her husband as she usually did.

Although the negotiations had been successful, it had not been easy. None of the ponies who had attended the lavish banquet to celebrate had been none the wiser. It was all a show, to ease the upper parts of the populace that all was well, so it would trickle down into the lower ranks and everypony would be happy, for a short while at least.

The trade deal had got there in the end, but the bargaining had been exceptionally difficult. The farmers were used to getting things their way, after all most colonies practically begged for quality supplies from the homeworld. It was unusual to have competition, and even more unusual for it to be fierce.

Sleipnir was unusual, because it was only the fourth colony in the cluster to be founded, so it was a little more established than the others they had visited, despite only being thirty years old. It seemed the high society ponies all on some level had a connection back home in the food industry. The colony was well stocked and had ample supply, and the Planetary Governor had not been totally honest when he said that they were looking for new supply to feed their fledgling colony. He was, but at the right price. The farmers having made the long trip weren't going home empty hoofed, but Farthest Reach had driven a hard bargain. They were leaving with much less than they had expected to get when landing, and clearly Wheat Sheaf had no intent on hiding his annoyance.

There was a click as his attention was brought back to the call, the Planetary Governor was talking. “The same way you two got to where you are today, I know your history Wheat Sheaf - that farm wasn’t always yours.” He saw him smile on the screen, but before he could protest Farthest Reach continued. “Besides, before you go I have something I think will at least make up a little for our agreed deal. Just think of it as a parting gift.” There was a final smile as both farmers saw the Governor click out of the conversation.

“What do you think he meant by that?” Wheat Sheaf muttered to his wife who was still on the call. “I didn’t even get a chance to say anything back! He got the deal of the century and now he’s threatening us!? Who does he think he is?”

“Dear, he said a parting gift to make up for the fact the deal didn’t go our way. He knows he got what he wanted, it sounds like he just wants to show his appreciation. Just, try and take it with some grace and humility? Ponies in the colonies still look up to us after all.” She said, smiling back. “We are Equestrians after all, that still means a lot here.”

“Well that’s a literal thing, not a figure of speech - they all had to crane their fat necks up to look at us when we arrived. I could see them doing it on the external cameras to the pads. Hold on, something is blocking my view…” His voice trailed off and the call to his wife clicked out. The shaft of light that came down to his buried head had suddenly gone dark. Something was making its way towards his maw.

He could only now feel it getting closer and closer, but it was definitely rubbery whatever it was, snaking its way down to his buried head. Whatever it was got closer, before a hard but still rubbery seal met his lips, and forced its way inside his mouth.

As his lips tightened around the seal, Wheat Sheaf could feel the pipe surge as something on the other end was turned on or activated, the pipe fattening in front of him, not that he could see much, but small shafts of light penetrated through as he watched the tube vibrate a little back and forth.

Suddenly it hit him, an almost tidal wave like surge of liquid food that was filling him. His cheeks instantly bulged out as he felt his mouth fill with the stuff, and quickly before he was drowned by it started to swallow. Gulp after gulp was adding pounds every second. Even the slightest movement made his immense, many thousands of pounds body quiver and right now it was wobbling and sloshing around like an ocean.

Although the two couldn’t tell he was there, Farthest Reach had maneuvered his pad in front of the two colossal ponies. He had this wing of his mansion added on for their visit, enormous in size. In fact it was far bigger than needed to be to house the two of them, so it seemed fitting that it would be used to house them for a more extended period than they had planned. He turned his huge head to speak to one of his assistants.

“So how much bigger should this make the two of them? I need to keep them here at least a few more weeks to continue to negotiate with them. Ah those poor obese fools, so fat they have no way to defend themselves against a force feeding…”

“Well their pads are rated for whatever we could throw at them sir, but their ship back the dockyard isn’t. It can only support up to 60,000ibs.”

“And they weigh what, around 46,000ibs between them?”

“Yes about correct sir, although the wife is much bigger. She’ll not need as much. We figure pump her up an extra 10,000ibs and the husband 15,000ibs more. That should make her 35,500ibs and him 36,000ibs. Way over the weight rating of their ship.”

“You realise she’s going to be angry when she finds out her husband is now fatter than her right?” The Governor smiled as he watched the assistant start to sweat. “No matter, not as if they can do anything about it except sputter through their fat sunken faces.” He continued to watch as the two mountainous ponies in front of him grew, the tubes doing their work.

Back in the mountain of fat, Wheat Sheaf had settled into a rhythm of consuming whatever it was he was being filled with. It was oddly delicious, but had a slight medicinal flavour. ‘Well the negotiations may have been a disaster but at least he’s trying to make up for it a little…’ He thought, his body still wobbling in waves as he sucked down the filling foodstuffs. Whatever it was it could be pumped through a tube, and it felt as though it was very fattening indeed. His body was quivering in delight. Whatever it was the Governor had planned he didn’t care. This was the best meal he’d had since landing on this Celestia forsaken planet.

His body groaned, his stomach blooooorrrpppeeeed! If he could have burped he would have, but his muzzle was completely full with the hose and the fattening mixture. Suddenly there was a warmth. He felt he fattened body press against something, something else that was also rippling and rocking like his body was. It was also huge, the surface area of it just spreading more and more against his own flab. He could only guess it was his wife, their bodies had been position somewhat close together, but he had no idea exactly how close. They always left a good gap...usually.

How much weight were the two of them gaining? He hoped not so much they could still fit in their ship to get home. Getting here was cramped enough with the two of them pressing up against each other, but going back would be a hot, jiggly nightmare if they were practically overflowing onto each other.

For now, he decided not to concern himself. His wife was right, they should be gracious hosts and accept the gift. Besides, a few thousand pounds extra never hurt anypony…right?