“Grr… come on stupid shirt… fit already.” An annoyed, frustrated shout called from within the dressing rooms of Ruby Lorraine, a large, somewhat more upmarket clothing shop in downtown Manehatten. Currently, a rather annoyed Bowstring was attempting to fix a rather interesting problem she had developed recently. Namely, her recent expansion owing to a certain addiction she had developed. It had been a good couple of weeks since her fated encounter with her friend’s confections. As a result, her weight had been sent rocketing up into the stratosphere.
Because of this, the only thing in her wardrobe that still vaguely fit her was a pair of stretchy workout clothes that used to belong to Berry Pie. But saying they fit was an insult to tailors. Her body oozed out of them like an overfull bread tin, with the dough rising out of it and sagging heavily. That top, once designed to cover the whole torso, had degenerated into what was the rough approximation of a tube top, her melon-like breasts filling it out to the point where the base was riding up the swell of those bulbous boobs.
This was partially complemented by the decimation of the sleeves, which were non-existent now. Her ‘sleeves’ were replaced by juicy bingo wings, swaddling her upper arms in a heavy, wobbly coat that sagged past her elbows.
Further down her body, was an even greater struggle. If her top was ill fitting, then her shorts were a far cry from even that. Following her continued consumption of those treats, her butt and thighs had been content in inflating like an overfilled blimp. They had become so wide that those shorts virtually became a pair of extra panties, as giant tears marred the dull red fabric end to end. This allowed for those ass cheeks to become exposed to more than an acceptable level, at least in Bowstrings eyes. Berry hadn’t really said too much aside from ‘It looks good!’, before proceeding to stuff her with another slice of cake.
So now, she had forced herself to go out and get something more appropriate. Despite how ponies were all to some degree fat, her ballooning had really pushed the boundaries on what could be seen as the ‘norm’. This was the third shop she had tried that day, and she had been forced to try out the top end of sizes they offered. And every single time, she had willingly rejected most options. Mainly because they were the most garish things she had ever seen. Some of them being little more than ponchos or just masses of fabric that vaguely resemble clothing. She was desperate, but not that much. So now, after trying on another horrible looking excuse for clothes, Bowstring decided to try someplace else. Forcing herself back into her older apparel was just more effort on her part.
“Everything okay there?” A voice called out, slightly wavering and unsure.
“Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” Bow called back, hauling the shirt up the rest of the way, not even trying to hide the tinge of anger present in her voice. She hadn’t come out today just to confirm how much of fat ass she was. With a huff she grabbed her bag, opening the lock with a sharp clunk. The hinges creaked lightly, as Bow caught sight of what looked like a shop employee. She was a yellow maned, rather petite individual, who was slightly thinner than the average mare, looking around the 180-190 pounds. She looked over at the immense orb of flab that pushed her way out of the changing room. The two locked eyes briefly, the employee quickly breaking it when she notices how furious she looked.
“Stupid shop, don’t have any good-looking clothes.” She muttered, heading for the automatic doors. Heading for the Pegasus involved waddling, terribly slow waddling, as her massive hips pressed and squeezed past one another, fighting for room whilst fighting against the straining material of her decimated shorts. What was also annoying her was the looks she garnered. Not everyone gaped and goggled at her, but there were enough inquisitive looks to make her feel more inadequate than she already was.
Shaking her head, she tried her best to ignore them, the door sliding open as she approached, offering enough room for her giga thighs to escape through. As she left, she emerged into the bustling Manehatten streets. Given it was a weekend, there was considerable numbers of pedestrians traversing the pavement. Though, she did note that for every dozen or so mares and stallions, you got individuals like herself. Not as large mind you, they were trailing behind in terms of size, but they still took up a considerable amount of the roadside.
Snorting, she plodded forth, thinking about the new food craze gripping the city. She had no doubt that it had started with Berry. Ever since she had tasted those treats, she had been utterly enraptured by them. They were indescribable and tasted like nothing she had ever had before. Every single day, more and more patrons had turned up at Berry Pie’s shop, either regulars who couldn’t get enough of the taste, or newcomers who were wondering what the fuss was all about.
Berry had even been hiring new workers to keep up with demand, considering her business had effectively quadrupled it’s patronage and more than sextupled its output. As such, the business was making more and more coin every single day, with more delectable treats passing over the counter with each passing hour. From opening time to closing time, there was usually a good stream of customers wanting to get their increasingly pudgy mitts on a paper bag, heaving with doughnuts, cookies, muffins, and slices of delectable cake. And yet, despite all the customers, there was still excess from the day. And those, found their way upstairs, all the way to Bowstring.
At this point, the white mare had effectively become the leftover dump, with ever increasing amounts being piled onto her in rather intimate feeding sessions. Either sitting on her bed, or on the couch, the obese Pegasus would be lovingly offered bite after bite of every type of pastry under Celestia’s sun. The purple Earth pony passed several pounds of raw, sugary calories past her lips, offering her soft encouraging words, all the while giving her gurgling, overworked belly all the rubs and pampering she wanted.
If one thing annoyed her the most, it was the degradation of her hygiene. For a mare who had such an acute sense of smell, her excessive flatulence was certainly a low point of this whole growth spurt. Whilst she could hold it in in public, when she was being stuffed full, she had much more difficulty restraining herself. Every minute, she would feel all the excess gas force its way through her colossal mount of belly flab, so large in fact, that it was larger than Berry’s own prestigious gut. Immense blasts of gas emanated between her titanic orbs of blubber, the sheer power of them setting her entire body in motion, rippling and wobbling her form indiscriminately, all the way from her accordion like back rolls, to her sloshing tits.
What was worst, however, was the smell. As if some cruel irony, she could swear that her expulsions smelt far worse than anypony else’s, whenever she passed through the shop floor on her way out. Her pastry heavy diet left them smelling sickly sweet, which permeated her bed and the couch with each rumbling, explosive fart. It didn’t help that Berry ignored her rude disregard for social etiquette, sometimes responding with a small giggle, other times, giving her soft gut a gentle rub, her fingers dancing along her compounded curves and disappearing into crevasses and folds, often drawing out her own laughs from the ticklish appendages.
Totally lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realise she was being watched. Sitting in the cab of a private motorized cart, her wide body filled the already excessively wide seats. Leaning against the window, she greedily drank in the view of the oblivious Pegasus, her emerald eyes gazing at her through the tinted glass. She gave the driver a tap on the shoulder, gesturing towards the massive mare. Nodding, he span the wheel, coming perpendicular to the pavement. Putting on the handbrake, she hopped out of the seat, opening the door a couple of meters in front of the puffing, panting mare, her delectable body oozing with potential, never mind the swaddling layers of gorgeous blubber.
Bowstring looked up as she heard the sound of an engine purring up the curb side, disgorging a very well-dressed mare, her large figure filling out the suit in just the right ways. A unicorn, if the spiralled horn was any indicator, that dull blue spike parted an even darker blue mane, close to what you’d see around heat stained exhausts. ‘A business mare, what’s she doing working on a Sunday?’ She mused internally. Oddly, it seemed that she was walking towards her, with a gleeful, if slightly lustful look in her eyes. “Hi there, I’ve come to make a proposal.” The mare exclaimed, a hand on her hip, the other rummaging in a suit pocket for something.
“Hello yourself. I’m not in the mood for any sales pitch about snake oil or whatever crap you have to offer.” She shot back. Instead of puncturing the lady’s ego, instead she smirked, finally plucking out whatever she had been looking for.
“Quite the attitude huh? I like ponies with some spine. Listen, because you have the potential to make it big.”
“Yeah, I’m already making it ‘big’ at the moment.” Bow patted the swell of her gut to emphasise the point, earning a wider smirk from the lady.
“Heh, I can see that which is why I’ve got a proposal for you. My boss is looking for new models to display a whole new line of clothing specifically for ultra-obese ponies. We’ve noticed the uptick in larger and larger ponies across the city, and we were hoping to nip the market in the bud before it got away from us.”
“Wait… you want me to be a model? But, I’m hardly what you’d call fashionable. I can believe anypony would find this form attractive…” she trailed off, a little more self-conscious about her size.
“Don’t worry about it! Even from the road, I could see by the way you carried yourself, the way you moved that you have the stage presence to really set the hearts of many alight. Besides, how could you say that about such a pretty face like your own. If anything, your rotundness only exaggerates your beauty… Oh, how rude of me, my name is Cobalt Cardigan, the personal assistant of Extravaganza. And you are?”
“Bowstring. Just Bowstring… wait, did you just say Extravaganza, as in, the world-famous Extravaganza?” Cobal just smiled, giving a small nod.
“The very same, dear Bow… is it alright to call you Bow?” She got a smile in return. “Yes. I think I’ve found the ideal mare she was looking for.” Extending her hand, Cobalt held a small business card, pressing it into Bows hand. Holding it up, she inspected the rectangle of card. Extravaganza’s logo was emblazoned in the upper right portion, followed by the address of her Manehatten studio, along with a phone number. “Just give that a ring later on and we’ll discuss any details before you come down.”
“Sure, I’ll, err, just mull it over.” She responded, twiddling the card between her fingers, stashing it away in her pack before she lost it. “So, I’ll ring you in a while. I’ll be heading home, I just need to catch the bus first and…” before she could continue, she noticed Cobalt’s eyebrows knot slightly in what she assumed to be concern.
“Oh no no no! This will not do at all! You can’t possibly force that beautiful body of yours into that cramped, hot, airless box.”
“Well, I usually do. It’s how I commute.” Cobalt huffed slightly, before a smirk blossomed on her lips. Reaching out, she grabbed Bow’s hand, leading her over to where the motorized carriage had been parked. “H...hey what are you doing?” Bow sputtered out, managing to catch herself from tripping from the sudden motion. Without a word, Cobalt opened the door, revealing the available back seating.
“We’ll take you home. It’s the least I can do for practically forcing a job interview on you in the street. And no buts, except your one pressed into these soft, comfy seats.” Bow considered objecting again. But then again, when was the last time she’d got to ride in such luxury? Also, she didn’t have to buy a ticket either, so that was nice she supposed. Shrugging, she lowered herself inch by inch into the seating. Those immense buttocks on contact spread out, filling and spilling out of the sides, she more than took up her fair share of room. As her full weight was pressed down, a low metallic creak emanated from below her, as the ride height dropped ever so slightly.
Cobalt closed the door, squishing that white ass blubber back into the vehicle. Practically skipping, she danced around to the other side, grasping the handle, leaping in. Settling herself down, Cobalt could feel Bow’s love handles and bottom pressing into her side, which judging by the wide grin she sported was most certainly not a problem. “So, where to Bow?”
“Uhh, Berry Pie’s Bakery.”
“Ha… already hungry? I don’t think we have time to stop there to grab a treat and…”
“No, I live there. My friend runs the shop and I live above the place.” Bow interrupted, a small blush now forming on Cobalt’s soft cheeks, looking more cyan than rose. The silent chauffeur took the sudden awkwardness as his que to set off. Sitting there, it gave Bow more time to contemplate the offer.
The main issue was that her current employment options were becoming rather limited. Putting on over a hundred pounds of pure lard made doing most jobs rather difficult, including the occasional help she gave to Berry, due to being more prone to eating them, rather than selling those delicious bundles of joy. Stuck in her own thoughts, the trip flew by rather quickly, the vehicle slowing to a halt outside the store. Blinking, Bow finally got her wits about her, following a small prod to her side and a polite cough.
“Your stop, miss.” The driver said in a calm voice. Nodding, she grasped the cool handle, and with a few struggling grunts, got to her feet as she emerged onto the pavement. Glancing around, Bow noticed something curious. When she had been shopping, only a handful of individuals had been even close to her size. Now… every other pony she saw was sporting a spare hundred pounds, pushing and squeezing it’s way through ill-fitting garments of all types.
“I’ll give you a call at some point and give you my answer.” Bow turned around, watching as Cobalt scooted across the seating, now sitting in the seat Bow was in.
“I look forward to it, Bow. I would very much like to work with you in the future.” And with that, she closed the door, the vehicle pulling away, before turning a corner, out of the Pegasi’s view. Letting out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding, Bow waddled her way up to the door, allowing a rather colourful pony to exit. An Earth pony, who looked like she had been caught in an explosion at a paint factory. Her frizzy mane was purple and cyan blue, whilst her coat had an odd metallic shimmer to it, well, at least the parts that weren’t covered up her rather garish outfit or stained by numerous splotches of detritus from her feast. Compared to Berry or Bow, she had mostly evenly spread her gains across her giant frame.
As she passed by, Bow couldn’t help but stare at the state of her, even as a low, rumbling burst of flatulence exploded from the earth pony’s booty, filling the air with a raunchy stench. Scrunching her muzzle, the Pegasus squeezed her way into the bakery. As luck would have it, only one patron was currently in the store. Standing at the counter, a deep sage coloured stallion gripped multiple paper bags in his flabby grasp. They were groaning with the sheer mass of sugary delight struggling to be contained within. Berry was behind the counter, struggling to shove dozens of bits into the already full cash register.
“What can I do for you?” Berry said in her typical calm, pleasant voice, before looking up, seeing her friend standing there. “Oh! Your back! How did the shopping go?” Bow just stood there, a small blush on her face as she gestured to her old clothes still clinging to her form.
“Ehe… yeah, about that… I really didn’t find anywhere good, at all. Everything was too small, or just crappy looking.” Glancing around, she rubbed her arm, before leaning in towards Berry. “Though, I did find something interesting instead. A job offer of all things.”
“Interesting, care to share the details?” Berry made herself a little more comfortable, as Bow gave a rough overview of the last hour, discussing the offer Cobalt had given her as she placed the business card down on the tabletop.
“So, what do you think Berry? You think I’d make a good model, because I’m honestly on the fence about the whole thing.
“I think that you should take it! How often do ponies get opportunities like this? You’ve got a brilliant body, and a wonderful mare attached to it. And I’m saying this as your friend, you need to get out there and make something of yourself. This is a great opportunity to get some real income flowing in for yourself, so you don’t have to mooch off me half the time, not that I mind it of course…” Turning around, Berry picked up a nearby telephone, plucking it off it’s cradle and pressing the plastic shell into Bow’s hands. “Besides, if you don’t like it, you could always back out. You’ll never get to make that choice if you never try to begin with.”
Gripping the receiver, she grabbed the card with her other hand, punching in the numbers one by one. Pressing dial, she placed it against her ear, a long breath released as she heard it ringing on the other end. Seconds passed, before a small click came through. “Hello, this is Extravaganza’s Studio’s, how may we help you?” The voice of Cobalt came through, slightly more monotone than when they had been talking.
“This is Bowstring, I’ll take your offer.”