//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Bowstring and the Chunky Chagrined Cinematic // by MetalBrony20 //------------------------------// Bowstring winced as she made her way down the pavement, just managing to wipe a stray rivulet of sweat from her mountain of flesh. A mostly fruitless endeavor, considering just how boiling it was for the mare. A little bit of sweat was fine by her, but it wouldn’t be unreasonable to describe the deluge trickling across her form as bucket loads. Every square inch of overnourished lard oozed liquid as readily as her body oozed to consume as much space as possible. Her form wobbled and bobbed with each slight crack in the pavement she went over, and sloshed with every slight turn.  It was almost enough to distract her from her thoughts, bubbling away like a boiling pan. Her normal cool, calm nature that she’d come to adopt over the last year or so was coming undone, like somepony tugging at a thread on a dress, unravelling the stitching. Out of her peripherals, she watched as several ponies were forced to part ways on the sidewalk, the sheer circumference of Bowstring making it impossible for more than one individual to share it alongside her. A few comments drifted towards her, Bowstring’s frown only growing as the words drifted by. Despite her best wishes, the reception and attention she got on set hadn’t improved in the slightest. In fact, due to Montage’s rather poor handling of the situation, the comments only seemed to worsen. Both crew and actors, the mutterings they made off stage or even directly to her face was wearing down upon her psyche. She continued to work the best she could in front of the camera, putting on what she and Montage thought was an excellent performance so far. But even so, she couldn’t escape the judgemental eyes that glowered at her whenever she made a mistake. Whenever she caused some damage to a bit of the set. Every time she belched, farted or sweated excessively, she could feel their eyes swivel over, several few mocking laughs and comments reaching her ears.  Right now, it also seemed as though Celestia herself was mocking her, insulted over Bowstrings role. She’d heard it multiple times… Princesses aren’t supposed to be this fat. True, Celestia and Luna weren’t exactly small themselves, but the gargantuan size she’d achieved dwarfed the Alicorns. And for this ‘punishment’, San Franciscolt had been hit with one of the worst heat waves in recent history. One only had to glance down the street to see how the tarmac seemed to ripple like water from the heat distortion. This issue had only further caused her hygiene to degrade, making her already considerable body odour that little bit worse. At any time of the day, her body reeked heavily, which caused her makeup to run on occasion.  Not only that, but to maintain consistency between shots, the costume she wore had to be replaced continually as great patches of sweat darkened the light pink and white dress. This caused a delay in filming, which only made the cast and crew all the more agitated by her. Even the addition of several large fans on set only marginally helped. These comments, so insulting, petty and targeted, were wearing her down mentally. Of course, she had received off-colour comments before this. But they were few and far between, and far outweighed by the positive ones she basked in. Now, it felt like she was fighting her way through a river to grasp at even a smidge of something positive, outside of the most hollow of praises when Montage encouraged them. Fortunately, it was the weekend now, and she had some time off for a little while. She needed some time to get her mind out of this rut she’d been dug into, and nothing quite helped to calm her down quite like a good meal. Turning onto the next street, she spotted the familiar logo of Berry Pie, hanging above a well sized building. Weaving her way towards the entrance, Bow could see that the restaurant wasn’t quite the size of those around Manehattan. Gently approaching, she allowed the sliding glass door to slide back, allowing her to bathe in the mixture of greasy fast food and flatulence she’d come to expect. Cruising into the ordering area, she glanced around at the patrons, utterly engrossed in consumption. Compared to those she’d seen around the train station and on set, those that occupied the immense seats exceeded them both in size and lack of decorum. Bowstring spied a pink mare, who’d lodged herself towards the back of the establishment. Her immense ass sprawled out behind her, as clumps of lard forced their way through seams in the mare’s struggling jeans. Their shirt rolled upwards, exposing several rolls of blubber cascading from her middle, forming at least three concentric rings of lard that forced their way around the table. A modest pair of breasts were being contained by the laughable inadequate top, the material stained by a collage of different sauces and other detritus.  Their white and purple toned mare swished about, pushed back as the mare unleashed a ferocious belch, causing a handful of the other patrons to glance their way in disgust, causing the mare to stuff a huge sloppy burger into her mouth. Indeed, Bowstring saw many of the customers giving some of the more slobby individuals dirty looks, hypocritically ignoring their own messy behaviour. The hostility inside made Bowstring cringe, the same uneasy feeling of being in the studio as she began to be noticed. Whilst she did see one or two looking at her excitedly, the majority looked at her with awed, disgusted looks.  Pressing forward on her controls, she was relieved to see nopony else was in the line, giving her a straight shot towards the cashier. As she approached, they looked up from the register, the bored, blank expression morphing into one of confusion. “Can I help you?” The cashier said in a tone which contained the barest minimum of enthusiasm. Bow looked up, studying the menu upon the large overhead screens. Out of the corner of her eye, Bowstring watched the massive cashier staring at her, pushing her red and black mane out of her face with a flick of her chubby fingers. Her nose wrinkled, the cashier's nose ring swaying back and forth as Bowstrings odour drifted towards her.  “Anything aside from your weight and smell that is.” She muttered, Bowstring only just catching quiet words, deepening her already rosy cheeks.  “Yeah, could I get four Extra Large belly buster meals and a Deluxe Royal sized milkshake with extra ice cream?”  “Wow… really hitting that diet today, aren’t you?” The mare replied in her deadpan tone, punching the order into the register, her doughy fingers just about able to press the buttons. The slight motion propagated through the mare's large frame, causing the woefully undersized uniform the cashier wore to ride up that little bit higher, exposing her rolls. Covered by a small bulge of flab, Bowstring caught sight of the employees name tag, referring to the mare as Destiny.  “Is that everything, miss?”  “Yeah, that should be good, thanks.” “That’s a relief, I don’t think we’d be able to fit anymore on the tray.” Destiny pointed out, wincing as she caught another whiff of Bowstring. She coughed, waving a hand in front of her face. Unfortunately, the overpowering wave wasn’t so easily dispelled, instead creating an edie, blowing the funk over to Destiny’s coworker. Bowstring said nothing, watching on as the employees struggled to put her meal together. Massive packets of fries, enormous burgers, and a veritable bucket of milkshake were placed onto a woefully small tray. During this ordeal of preparation, a queue was forming, more and more patrons taking note of the obese blob of a mare stinking up the joint. Fishing out her wallet, Bowstring took out her Berry Pie Corporate Card, her belly growling in anticipation as she watched the mountain of food grow, flashing her card across an offered card reader. Putting the last of the grease stained bags onto the tray, Destiny’s half lidded eyes widened as she grabbed the tray. “Where do you want me to… uuuhhh… put this?”  “Just put it on my upper belly fold… huff… please?” Bowstring replied. What followed was an awkward scene of flesh on flesh as Destiny attempted to give her the meal. From her position behind the counter, she could only just reach the shelf of her lower rolls, forcing the cashier to exit and walk to Bowstrings side. To get it onto Bowstring's upper rolls, Destiny was forced to lean against Bowstring. Now standing beside the mountainous mare, the cashier struggled to keep herself from gagging, surrounded by the miasma that was being exuded. Sweat dampened cloth and pressed against her tatty uniform, leaving great splotches of perspiration on her form. “Prrrrrbbbttbbbbb!!! Frrrbbbttpp!!” The smell that billowed about the pair was made all the worse as a deep fart bubbled up, spurred on by the pressure being placed upon Bowstrings belly. The low, rumbling expulsion could be felt through the floor, as the smell of methane and an amalgamation of half-digested food swamped around.  “Celestia’s tits…how do you get this foul?” Destiny moaned, recoiling and she retreated behind the counter. Bowstring didn’t say anything more, maneuvering her machine towards the open seating areas. Due to greater usage of mobility devices, many restaurants would just have tables where one could park at and eat. Though there were only a handful, they were mercifully empty. Steering into a space, she gingerly placed her food down upon the raised table, beginning to work her way through the first Belly Buster, a not insubstantial meal by any means. Each of these burgers was a mass of greasy fried patties, topped with a substantial amount of special burger sauce that mingled with the onions, cheese and bacon. As she sank her teeth into the unhealthy mass of protein and fat, a great moan left her mouth, as did a spray of excess grease and sauce that spattered onto her neck rolls. Oh, how she’d missed this taste! Though she mostly stuck with sweets, she couldn’t deny how good Berry’s burgers were, near orgasmic in their flavour. She reveled in the taste, her mouth being filled with hundreds of calories at a time, forcing them into her cavernous stomach to process into more blubber.  Aside from her inherent acting talent, the act of consumption was something that came easily to her, eviscerating a carton of fries made from nearly a dozen potatoes. Switching to her milkshake, the ice cream thick mass of gloopy dairy helped to balance the saltiness from the fries, all amalgamating together as a canaclave of eating pleasure that set her pleasure centres ablaze. A wonderful meal, surrounded by dozens of hostile ponies. It was the one thing that was souring the entire experience. Sure, there were some times in Manehatten when she was pestered for autographs whilst eating, but at least there she could bask in the praise. Here, she only felt scorn and bitterness. “Dear Celestia, how can somepony eat like that? Even my cousin's pigs eat with less mess…” “Blech… you want the rest of my sandwich? I’ve lost my appetite…” “I wonder who her tailor is… poor dear must have been forced at horn-point to clothe that whale.” They stung, each barbed comment tearing at mind over and over. On and on she ploughed, trying to rush the rest of her meal down as fast as possible. Forcing herself to eat faster, she became sloppier, creating an even bigger mess on herself. Stray condiments, fries and sauce liberally spotted her upper torso. Her jowls bobbed and wobbled, her cheeks bulging and shrinking with every mouthful. Using both her hands, she wrestled the last sandwich into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the last bite, rising and falling as the last of her bumper meal was vanquished. With none of the usual satisfaction it brought. Rather than being just another pony enjoying her meal, she felt like a mere attraction, like something out of a circus freak show… something to gawk and laugh at upon a stage. Even with the warm meal resting inside, the heat it provided did little to quell the icy feeling blossoming down there, akin to a weed sucking the life from a flower. Releasing a small belch, she began to weave her way towards the entrance, if by some miracle managing to slalom between patrons and tables. Approaching the entrance, the automatic door slid open, beckoning her outside, out from the judgemental whispers, and into the… ‘Whumph!” The cart abruptly stopped. Bow tried again, jabbing at the forward control. To her dismay, all it did was cause the vehicle to make a strained groan and for her body to be oddly shunted around. “Oh perfect… this is all I need…” She grumbled, realising what had happened. Given how her fat was positioned in the scooter, much of it was rather precariously balanced. At some point, some of her fat had slipped off, sagging outwards. Point was that her enormous ass was now wedged in the door frame, which several patrons were beginning to notice. “Nnrrghh… Mmmhhh… come on you stupid thing, move!”  She paused, realising she's only wedged herself more. “Can I get a… push, please?” She asked sheepishly. Several whispers floated her way, a very unsubtle groan audible and plenty of bickering following. After a little more arguing, three staff members made their way over, the cashier amongst them. Hesitantly, they stood behind the looming mounds of ass, undulating and wiggling just inches from their faces. “So, how are we going to get your fat butt through?” “Just, try to force my, uuh, rolls through the door. One on either side, and one in the middle pushing.” “And you want me to put my hands on your body? “‘Sigh’ yes, if you wouldn’t mind…” Soon, the three had taken up position, awkwardly handling her body as her sweat slicked flesh slipped through their grasp. “Uughhh, this is so gross. It’s like bucking sweat sponge… how can somepony have more cellulite than ass?” They began to push, the two either side using the natural lubrication to force the folds around, only to restart with an even thick pocket of lard. The frame pinched and squashed her middle, drawing some deep rumbles from within. Behind, Destiny was panting and gasping, the loose tissue offering no solid support as she sank in, fighting to keep herself from slipping into Bow’s ass cleavage. “Boss better make good on that extra pay… can’t believe this pig…” Before she could say anothing more, the rumbles got louder. A prelude to the sudden rolling eruption of gas. ‘Frrrpppbbtttt!!!’ ‘Brrrpppttpp!!!’ ‘Grrrrmmmbbbrrrbbbb!!!’ A mixture of half digested fast food, sweat, grease, methane and whatever other nasty fumes flooded the room. Patrons gasped, covering their noses as the odour permeated everywhere. Unfortunately, one mare was directly in the firing line, as Destiny collapsed forwards from the noxious vapours. Her screams were muffled as she fell face first into Bow’s ass, her already soiled uniform liberally drenched in her sweat. The sudden introduction of several hundred points lurched Bow forwards, the frame splintering and buckling a second later. ‘Rrrrruummmmrrppptthhh!!!!’ ‘Fffffrrraaappppttttbbb!!!’ Another cannon thud of flatulence rumbled out, the air tinged green by the wave. The very few patrons who weren’t immediately turned off their food had their burgers knocked from their grasps, such was the intensity of her gas. Unsure of what else to say, she said a rather quiet thank you, the cashier extracting herself without a word. Though her farts had been loud, the insults still drowned them out. Gulping, she left the wreckage that the door had become, turning onto the street and back to her suite. As heavy as her body was, her heart was even moreso, the criticism piling on thick and fast. As sadness washed over her, she wished for this to be all over, and yet she knew there was still so much left to film. She just had to hold on.