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Thank goodness it was Friday, because Twilight really needed a break.
Exhausted, embarrassed, frustrated. It was all she felt throughout the train ride home as her mind was trying to decide who or what to be angry at the most. The commenters for giving attention to those shameful pictures? The wannabe influencer who posted them in the first place? Herself for not double-checking her outfit? Ponygram for even allowing that picture to go up? Or the fact that it isn’t the first embarrassing picture to be circulating?
As if being the fattest student in the university wasn’t difficult enough…
Craving for a break from her daily stresses, Twilight decided to spend her Friday night treating herself right. For her, that meant putting on her pajamas, popping in a DVD, ordering a family-sized meal from Burger Queen, and sitting back on her bed.
As the night carried on and burgers were eaten, her phone suddenly went off, vibrating loudly on her bedside table. Looking over to find a goofy picture of Timber showing on screen, Twilight leaned her hefty body over to the side and grabbed for the phone, answering quickly as she put her boyfriend on speaker.
“Hey, Twi. Thought I’d check in,” Timber spoke with a chipper tone. “How are things?”
“Eh, to be honest. I had a bit of a crummy day today,” Twilight said as she held the phone up, taking a bite of what must’ve been her fifth burger. “So, I’m watching a movie to lighten things up a bit.”
“Oh, no,” Concern quickly overtook the young man’s voice. “B-movie or art-house?”
“Art-house. It’s a three-and-a-half hour epic about a middle-aged woman doing chores around her house.”
“Must’ve been a pretty bad day then, huh? Wanna talk about it?”
Twilight sighed, hesitating a bit before explaining. “It’s… pretty embarrassing. I just found out today that some guy who sits behind me in my Physics class has been sneaking embarrassing pictures of me and posting them on Ponygram.”
“Wait, what?”
“Hold on. It might be easier if I showed you. Give me a minute.” Taking a moment to find the posts she found, Twilight took a few screenshots and finally sent them over to Timber.
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, barring from the occasional mumbling sound of Timber reading. “...a crane for this whale… eyesore… blubber butt…”
“It’s just those two posts, thankfully,” she added as she took another bite. “Still stings though.”
Timber simply sighed. “Jeez, sorry you have to go through all this. You really don’t deserve any of this. Just a bunch of jerks.”
“Thanks,” Twilight replied, smiling slightly after hearing Timber say that. Being such a gentle guy most of the time, moments where he loses his cool a bit always came across as both very earnest and very endearing.
“Hey, at the very least, not all the comments are that bad. Look at BugDood here.”
“Hmm, I guess.” She shrugged. “That doesn't mean they’re glowing with positivity, though. I’m just tired of everyone making quick assumptions about me, or my body, or my health.”
“No, of course. I understand,” Timber quickly stated.
Twilight, however, simply rolled her eyes when he said that. Perhaps he thought he understood, but until he walked around with a quarter-ton of fat holding him back, he wouldn’t fully get it.
“How are you holding up?” He asked.
“I’m laying in bed watching an obscure foreign film surrounded by fast food wrappers. How do you think I’m holding up?” She paused as she tried to hold back a belch. “I mean, let’s be honest. They’re not wrong. I definitely feel like a whale.”
“Aw, c’mon. Don’t say that.”
“Timber, I’m already over 600 pounds.”
“Just barely. What was it, like 605?”
“That was two months ago,” Twilight retorted. “I’m about 650 now.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. It’s like every day, I could practically feel myself getting fatter. Pretty soon, I’ll hit 700 pound. After that, 800. I don’t even know how much more I’m going to gain after that.” She stopped to take a couple more bites of her burger before starting on her sixth. “I’m not even exaggerating when I say I feel like a whale. I’m literally about as big as a baby beluga. Remind me to thank Fluttershy for that little fun fact.” Having finally let out some steam, Twilight quietly finished off her last burger.
Gently breaking the brief silence, Timber spoke up. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I always thought whales were pretty cool.”
Twilight scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the sudden comment. “Oh, really?” She asked, almost laughing.
“Yeah. Beautiful, gentle, and intelligent.”
Still taken aback by the sentiment, Twilight blushed at both the kindness and dorkiness of Timber’s words. “You know, you might want to be careful. BugDood might give you a run for your money.”
Timber chuckled back. “Better squash out the competition then.” This led to the both of them laughing warmly, appreciative of each other's company. As the laughter died down a bit, Timber sighed to himself before carrying on to another subject. “Can’t wait to visit you again.”
“Yeah, me neither. Christmas can’t come soon enough.” Twilight replied with a smile. “It’s a shame I still won’t be able to meet your parents, though. Or Gloriosa for that matter. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her around.”
“I know, she’d love to see you again. And yeah, I’d loved for you to finally meet my family. I keep telling them all about you.”
“Oh, yeah? Do they know I’m blowing like a blimp?” She asked cautiously as she pressed a chubby hand into her bloated gut.
“Sort of,” Timber replied, sounding hesitant to elaborate. “I told them you were pretty big. But I didn’t mention anything about the whole magical weight gain thing.”
“Makes sense. It’s not like there’s anything to hide anymore.”
“I just wish my family weren’t so busy all the time.”
“It’s fine. I understand.” Twilight assured. “In the meantime, I could always turn to BugDood and his family,” she playfully teased.
“Haha! Hey!”
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Twilight - 652 lbs
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