WhatZitTooya Commission: Big Macintosh

Big Macintosh had been working extra hard on the Apple Farm and all of the Apple family knew that he needed a break. Applebloom, unknowingly, saw the ad for Scrappy's spa in the newspaper, accidentally overlooking the weight gain part of the ad. And she suggested that Big Mac go and check it out. The rest of the family agreed and sent him off to the spa. He wasn't one to argue, so he went along with their plans for his relaxation. Even if he wanted to stay and keep working.

When he arrived at the spa, he walked in the automatic doors and saw Scrappy at the receptionist desk.

"Hi, welcome to Scrappy's spa! I'm Scrappy Doo, here to help you." he chimed, "are you the ten o'clock appointment?"

"Eeyup." Big Mac said.

"Great, I'll take you on back." Scrappy said as he got off his swivel chair and opened the door for Big Mac.

Big Mac walked through and saw a huge pile of apple fritters taking up half the room. And it was a large room. In the center of the room that wasn't covered by fritter, there was a table with a pillow on it.

"Lay down on your stomach and I'll get you started" Scrappy said.

Scrappy walked over to the wall of fritters while Big Mac laid down on the table. His face was facing the side of the room with fritters in it. Scrappy grabbed a handful of the sweets and shoved them without warning into Big Mac's mouth.

Big Mac's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't want to go back to the farm and say that he disliked what went on and didn't go along with it. So he ate it.

Scrappy shoved more and more into Big Mac's maw as he started to get bigger. His belly against the table turned into a paunch that was uncomfortable because it was pressed up against a hard surface while the rest of him wasn't. His cheeks grew larger and his neck grew thicker. His butt, which was sticking out in the air was beginning to grow as well, plumping out into a rounded shape.

Scrappy was quickening his feeding speed, being fueled by Big Mac's evident weight gain.

Big Mac started to blimp out faster and faster. His neck grew to the same width as his tree trunk legs. His belly alone was larger than Scrappy's whole body and was lifting him off the table. His legs were spreading it into a frog-like position as his belly took up their place. His rump was enormous and was still growing, now at the size of Applebloom's entire body.

He had just gone from 200 pounds of muscle to 500 pounds of fat.

Scrappy was feeding as fast as he possibly could! He loved watching people grow beyond proportion!

Big Mac passed 650 pounds. His neck looked llike an inner tube, his belly hanging off the sides of the table and lifting him higher up. He had a hump on his back like a camel because a lot of stomach fat was studying itself there to even himself out. His rear, sticking out in the air, was like two massive yoga balls.

Scrappy grabbed for more fritters blindly, but couldn't feel anything. He turned around and saw that there no more fritters. He looked back at Big Mac. He was huge.

He was easily one ton of mass. Big Mac got up from the table, teetering with the added weight. Scrappy walked up to Big Mac's rump.

"How do you like it? Is being fat to your liking?" Scrappy asked.

"Eeyup." Big Mac said gratefully. He actually liked being this big.

"Good," Scrappy said as he slapped Big Mac's rear, watching it ripple and bounce, "because it certainly is to my liking!"