//------------------------------// // Day One Hundred and Fourty Three - Business Acquisitions and Feeding Fanatics // Story: Bowstring and the Fantastical Fattening Farce // by MetalBrony20 //------------------------------// Berry sat behind a desk, shuffling papers, giving them a brief look over as she signed off on another acquisition for a Baltimare based bakery that had been taking a nosedive recently. 15000 bits for her next location, and the next place to spread her goods' influence on to. Slipping the necessary documents into an envelope, the bakery mare leaned back into the chair, her gigantic ass filling the already oversized, reinforced steel swivel seat. Her apron hadn’t seen any use for over a month, instead she was wearing a lovely formal piece, modelled by her dear friend. And what a dress it was. A lovely colour that reminded her of a blueberry, the immense outfit encapsulated the absolute size she had reached. Having access to a virtually unlimited pantry would tempt her ever present sweet tooth just a little, much to the dismay of any furniture nearby. Her ass could crush damn near anything and would need custom pieces to hold her sheer mass. Jostling a few sheets of paper, a couple short expulsions of flatulence left her, the noise being amplified by the leather seat as those beach ball butt cheeks quaked. Her raw bubbling gas was mostly absorbed into the fabric of the chair, though some residual flatulence still wafted into the air. The pungent miasma had a definite sweet smell to it, undercut by a more greasy aroma, courtesy of the local fast food joint she had been doing some ‘market research’ at. Sighing contently, rising slowly to her feet, she absently brushed non-exist crumbs from her lap. Stretching, she checked her schedule, noticing that she had two hours before a scheduled meeting. “I’ll give Bow a visit, she’ll enjoy that… along with another feeding session.” Trotting out of her office, managing to squeeze her thighs through the treble wide doors, she looked outside the window which faced her old shop. And what a shop it was. What was once a modest bakery that occupied just once spot on the Manehatten street, had been expanded into the surrounding buildings attached to it. At least 5 times as large as it once was, with vast amounts of space for baking and an eating area that reached full capacity every day, it was certainly an interesting sight to behold. Her months of using those addictive products had warped the needs of virtually everypony she saw. It was rare to see someone without a bag full to bursting with all manner of treats, all the while cramming them into their food stained mouths, reaching in for more. Taking the elevator down the ground floor, Berry confidently strode through the foyer, catching the eye of her receptionist. A Unicorn stallion, who practically filled the space behind his desk with rolling masses of green blubber, reminding Berry of hills in the spring. Then again, hills don’t make constant noise, from the gurgling, blorping of his belly, to the rolling belches and trumpeting farts he let off. Neither do they smell particularly strongly of sweat and flatulence. He barely met her gaze, head buried sheepishly into a double baker’s dozen worth of doughnuts. Berry smiled at him, her usual warm, disarming, almost motherly beaming. She loved it when her employees took advantage of the free food policy, the prolonged effects made them look so huge and adorable, or in some cases, downright arousing. Allowing the automatic door to silently slide open, Berry stepped out into the street, joining the flow of pedestrians. More ponies, heads buried into branded bags, struggling to walk as they went about their day. The ones that did think to look up would recognise her, giving her awed gasps or cheerful greetings, which she returned to the best of her ability. How could they not recognise her? Ever since Extravaganza’s show, her name and her business were placed right next to them, alongside Bowstring, the one who had dazzled the audiences to start with. There may have been other models at that show, but the initial appearance of the red maned Pegasus had been the spectacle that had made the covers of virtually every paper nationwide. From there, her stardom had spiralled. Something about how blatant her piggishness was, how she carried her weight or simply her utter enormity had captivated ponies across the nation. Combined with the uptick of weight, it didn’t take long for the trend to spread. Crossing the street, she dipped down a small alleyway, allowing her to access the rear of the building. Rows upon rows of trucks were parked, with crates full of ingredients flowing into the building, and crates full of her products flowing out, ready to fill store shelves across Manehatten. Afterall, it was a big city, and it simply wasn’t feasible to travel out here every time Somepony had a craving for a cookie or twenty. Approaching a wide door, she drew out a large key card, swiping it on the grooved box attached to the brickwork. What greeted her was the smells of a hundred ovens, filling the air with delicious mingling aromas. Closing the door, she carefully made her way past the multitude of aproned, hair netted and face mask clad bakers, all of them busy to fill demand. The amount of effort needed to keep the city’s demand filled was certainly excessive, even with the introduction of magically fired ovens that sped up cooking, and subsequent automation involved with giant mixing machines that processed gallons of batter. Keeping on top of the gluttonous masses was a demanding task, one which Berry hoped her recent purchase of another bakery across town and a couple factories would rectify in short order. “Hi Berry! What brings you here today?” One of the more senior chefs piped up. She had been one of the first ponies Berry had hired the help with the initial growing demand, and it showed, especially on her waistline, rivalling her employer in terms of belly size. “Oh, the usual Bowstring order, if you wouldn’t mind?” “Not at all, we’ll get that ready in a jiffy!” “Excellent. I’m going to do a quick inspection whilst you get that ready.” Dismissing her, Berry took her time trotting through all the workstations, watching as her diligent employees crafted vats of mixture, mixture which had massive amounts of the addictive formula snuck in. She had gone to great lengths to prevent knowledge of it’s existence from getting out, going so far as buying out the distributor to prevent it being sold to anypony else. Even her employees didn’t know of it, having it repackaged into generic bags of industrial sized sugar. Turning around, she watched as the same baker held up a wide cardboard box, stuffed with pounds upon pounds of the most sweet, unhealthy treats known to ponykind. Thanking her, Berry exited the room, hauling herself up a flight of stairs to the next floor. And what a floor it was. Given that Berry had taken most surrounding properties, she had taken it upon herself to combine the floor space of the rest of the buildings. As such, she and Bow had considerably more room these days, rooms which had been furnished and decorated as lavishly as possible. Passing bookshelves crammed with a myriad of novels, to paintings and photos, Berry made her way towards a pair of double doors. As she grew closer, she could hear sounds, ones that possessed a distinctly organic quality. A slow, constant gulping. Blorping, gurgling groans, and gaseous expulsions were very noticeable. Pushing on the door, Berry let herself in. If one word could be used to describe Bow’s room, it would be vast. A vast room filled with a vast wardrobe, a vast number of electronics, and a vast bed. Sitting on said bed, was one vast pony. Bowstring had to be the largest pony Berry had ever seen, making the baker herself feel tiny. Her body was being propped up by a stack of pillows, allowing her to keep a comfortable sitting position as she sucked on a plastic tube, pumping a formulated mixture, designed by Berry herself. A mix composed of her signature sugar, cream, and a myriad of chemicals. This prototype mixture was created for the sole purpose of continuing to make the Pegasus balloon with more blubber and would be integrated into all recipes to help spread the joy of her baking to the Equestrian population. Her belly, a substantial part of her, had rolled nearly to her feet. A simple slab of blubber, almost as thick as the mattress her couch filling cheeks pressed into, and as pliant as putty. This was complimented by a deep belly button, sunken into the cavernous fissure that formed the two rolls. Above this was her breasts, contained by a parachute like bra. Colossal milky mountains that sloshed and wobbled with every slight movement her stiff arms made. Bingo wings as big as the pillows she rested on composed the bulk of her sunken in limbs. So swaddled in lard, they sagged heavily onto her already flabby forearms, which were attempting to swell over her hands. Her neck roll provided all the head support she could have wanted, given the sheer size it had blossomed into. Her legs were column-like in their sheer diameter, pressing together, regardless of how much she spread them. Tiny feet were currently being consumed by calf blubber, making her already limited locomotion even more gruelling. Finally, her face was utterly consumed by excess flab that had little place else to go on her already crowded form. A chin, along with 4 followers, bunched and sagged onto her neck lard. Cheeks and jowls merged into one, puffed up like tennis balls surrounding her lips. Lips that were stained with detritus and sauces from many a meal. Meals that Berry was proud to say that she personally delivered to her, crawling, and pressing against that bulk whilst forcing another brick of cake into her gob. Currently, Bow was tapping away at a handheld console, small grunts of frustration emanating from her mouth every so often. She was so engrossed; she didn’t notice her friend enter the room. Getting closer, Berry watched as streams of sweat trickled across her body, either dripping off onto the mattress or pooling in her folds. “Bow, are you feeling alright there?” Blinking, the Pegasus looked up from her game, her annoyance disappearing in a moment as she caught sight of the Earthpony. Reaching up, she grabbed the tube, tugging it out with a small pop, before pressing a button on the end, turning the flow off. “Berry! I’m doing fine. Just playing that new Ponymon game. It's just that the biking puzzles needs you to make sharp turns!” She snorted, presenting her pudgy, sausage like digits. “I can hardly press the right button half the time!” As if to compound her annoyance, she lifted her leg the best she could, allowing a long, raunchy blast to leave her doughy buttocks. PFFFRRRBBBBBBTTTPPPPP!!!! Most of the force was dampened by the number of soft cushions she rested on, though that didn’t stop the concussive force rolling through her hundreds of pounds of blubber. In an instant, her sweat slicked form was bouncing slapping with juicy claps from the force, Berry biting her lip in response, a satisfied smile materialising on Bow’s. “That was a big one… certainly suited to such a big mare like you.” Reaching out, she placed a hand onto the curved swell of Bow’s belly, tracing circles in the malleable adipose, sighing as she felt it ooze through her finger gaps. “Mmmm, yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” Sniffing, she managed to look past the swell of her tits, eyes locking onto the box. “Smells good...” “I know, you have such overpowering, raunchy farts” “No, I mean that box of treats there… if I was guessing, I would think you're trying to fatten me up.” Berry clapped her hand to her mouth with a look of mock surprise exaggerated across her rounded face. “Me, fatten you? Psshh… as if. Though you do look good with a couple hundred pounds on you.” “Try a thousand, I’m nearly there at this point. Everypony seems to adore how big I am anyways, so what’s another couple more going to do? I can barely walk now thanks to you, so it’s not like I can run away.” Doing her best to shrug, she placed her Gamecolt on her belly, as her friend flipped the lid open. Fresh, still warm goodies revealed, a deep growl emanating from her bottomless pit of a stomach. As Berry lifted out an entire chocolate fudge cake, Bow closed her eyes, and waited for it to come. As the slab of deliciousness was pressed into her mouth, she did her best to chew and gulp it down, readying herself for what she knew would be a solid hour of feeding, and a couple extra inches on her waistline.