Octi's Fat
Octavia's mirror was coated with a blinding sheet of steam, and she stepped up to the counter to reach out and wipe it away. Only for her swollen belly to press against the counter, the sudden interruption of its movement causing its contents to slosh gently, and she rolled her eyes even as a blush came to her face. It was just another event in a never-ending train of reminders of how she let herself get to this state.
Wiping a spot of condensation from the mirror, that 'state' quickly became obvious. Octavia, to put it mildly, was overweight. To put it more directly- she was obese. Her figure had swollen from her former busty and slender femininity as soft and warm fat coated every inch of her. Specifically, it coated her sizable ass, rounded paunch, and growing breasts more than most of her.
Octavia was quick to note, as she looked up from her chest to take stock of her thickened neck, that at least she hadn't sprouted a third chin. She had a second one, certainly, but at least her fat seemed to be falling in the places she was aesthetically willing to accept. Shapeless flab was not her, but having curves this big? That was an entirely different set of affairs.
Still... she was fat, obese even, and she crossed her arms under her sizable breasts to look herself over. Not long after she was reminded, again, of her diet- as her nipples began to leak. A furious blush fell upon her face as her hands caressed her breasts and reached for her nipples- she knew what she had to do, it'd been the case for weeks now. At first it had been subtle, just a slight feeling of tightness, but eventually she had started to lactate on her day to day, and had to start milking herself in the morning to save herself from the embarrassment of potentially leaking while she was preforming.
The heavy mare leaned over the sink and, gently so as not to arouse herself too much, massaged her nipples and allowed the milk she was over-producing to flow from her. Her body seemed to be dealing with the caloric influx lately in some interesting ways, and it made her all the more embarrassed that she was eating so much that mere weight gain wasn't even to deal with it all. Her stomach simply couldn't convert it all to fat quickly enough, so her body was forced to convert some of her fatty meals into the fattiest thing her female body could make- milk.
Octavia leaned up, and looked at the mirror as cheekily as she could manage, "Moo," she moaned lowly, fully realizing what she looked like- a cow- as she pulled at her huge melon sized 'udders'.
That simple enunciation led to her shuddering with arousal, and she quickly had to spare a hand to milk a different part of her. She hadn't been this aroused since Vinyl had first force-fed her...
It would be a full twenty minutes before Octavia was prepared to leave the bathroom, spending that time partially in self pleasure, and the remainder prettying up her nails and taking care of her mane. Obese she may be, but Octavia prided herself on looking good- period. If she was a big mare, well then she'd simply be a good looking big mare.
Her wardrobe, however, hadn't quite caught up. Her bra strained slightly and her breast flesh overflowed the cups enough that they were starting to form their own muffin tops. Her stretched belly pushed up her blouse enough that her deep navel was visible, and her trendy jeans were tight enough that leaning over would mean their immediate destruction. Despite all this, she exposed the straps of her thong anyway- she adored attention, and tartarus... more of her was just more to flaunt.
Her size, at this point, was even audible. Her breasts made a very slight liquid slosh that was readily apparent before her milking, and still present, if muted, afterwards. Her belly, however, commanded most of the attention, having swollen after her huge meals to simply be sizable enough to sound like she had packed a water cooler under her shirt, constantly gurgling and sloshing as it struggled to digest the meals she packed into it.
Stepping out into the room she had called home for the last three weeks, it became obvious why she had put on so much weight. It was the epitome of luxury, given to her from a quiet and largely unobtrusive patron who apparently enjoyed her musical talents. She had been staying here ever since her Las Pegasus tour started, and would be staying here until it was finished in two months.
Considering what the first weeks had been like, she briefly wondered if she'd even be able to leave under her own power by then.
The curvy mare strode, no sashayed herself to the large dining table, her hips swaying with each jiggling step, and leaned over it as the morning sun shone down and lit the box and card. As always, it was sealed with a kiss, and the name was as mysterious as all the rest of this was: ‘Slots’.
Octavia picked up the card, kissed it softly, and then slipped it open. As always it was rosy compliments, and she'd started to seeing these every day. It was a nice boost in the morning, and she idly nibbled on those chocolates as she read. She had not, as of yet, noticed the slowly increasing sizes of these deliveries- there was at least five pounds of solid black chocolate and fudge packed in there now.
Soon enough, that was all packed into her slightly more solid belly. "You do spoil me, Mr. ’Slots’," she spoke, and patted her belly gently before releasing a deep belch. The mare blushed, glanced around, and then sat down on the edge of the table to rest her legs for a second, only for it to shift underneath her, forcing her to leap back to her feet in surprise.
The metal leg of it was bent! The fat mare glanced at it, then herself, and felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. How far had this gone? How heavy had she even gotten to bend a table? She glanced towards the bathroom- there was a scale in there, but she'd never had the heart to use it.
With a bite of her lip, and a pinch of her love handle, she decided that now was the time...
So she strode into the bathroom purposefully, stuck her foot under the counter to pull out that scale, and then stepped her sizable and wobbling body onto it. When she looked down, however, she soon had a problem- her breasts were blocking her view, and even when she lifted them out of the way her belly continued to obstinately sit there, dominating her line of sight.
Octavia was forced to awkwardly shuffle sideways and lean slightly so she could see the readout, and she pressed her thighs together when she saw it. Two hundred and ninety five pounds.
The mare moaned sensually, and felt a burning sensation in her chest as she got herself worked up. Clearly she wasn't that far gone, but someone the idea of just... of just ruining herself utterly got her going. She was 125 at her last weigh-in, which meant she was now almost two and a half times what she was before- and all the new weight was purely fat.
Octavia turned, her breasts wobbling, and looked back through the open door to the dining room. Her eyes trained specifically on the fridge as she did, like a predator eyeing its prey. A lick of the lips was all it took for her inhibitions to raise a white flag and surrender to her gluttonous impulses. The heavy mare took off with surprising speed, but it didn't last for long as she soon clutched her thickened chest, wheezing heavily as she slowed to a stumble.
She made it as far as the table before her energy was completely gone and she had to pause to catch her breath, leaning over with her hands on her hips and her heavy breaths wobbling her fattened body. "Am I.... that... out of shape?" She muttered to herself, gasping as her body demanded oxygen her heart simply couldn’t pump fast enough.
"Mmfff... so wrong..." she moaned raspily, and then willed herself forward despite the growing pain in her chest and the sweat sticking to her clothes.
She soon dropped down and knelt before the fridge, slapped her hand to the handle, and wrenched it open. The pig of a mare spent no time deciding, and simply yanked out the first item that came to her eyes- a gallon of whole milk. She almost ripped the top off in her frenzy before jamming the open bottle to her lips, milk dribbling from the corners of her mouth as she took long, deep, forceful swallows from it. Each gulp of the rich, fat ridden, liquid bloating her belly by inches, and the bottle, intended to last her another week at least, lasted only a minute of this voracious consumption before she threw the empty container aside.
Octavia belched wetly, and panted for breath as she felt all that milk settle in her gut. She was starting to hurt now, her stomach was burning at finding itself so utterly stuffed, and her relative workout this morning was straining her heart and lungs. Regardless, she continued and reached for a tray of leftover pasta to cram it into her face with her hands. Her beautiful black blouse was soon enough stained with both pasta sauce and milk and the buttons strained to hold together as she let herself devolve into a gorging animal.
The pasta fell to her ravenous desire for more, and then so did a small series of hand cakes. It wasn't until she was half way through a tray of brownies and stuffing them into her face forcibly enough she didn't have to swallow that her swollen gut made a deep rumbling gurgle and she felt an intense wave of pain shoot through her. Her throat bulged, but she kept it down- and forced it down with more brownie.
"Hurts...." she moaned, "Hurts so good!"
However, despite her aroused glee in stuffing herself, she was quickly approaching the limits of her body, and her heart had started to beat erratically as she overwhelmed her own gag reflex. Her movements started to slow, and eventually she fell to to floor with a a ground-shaking thud, clutching the tray of brownies and gasping deeply.
A hot fire crossed her chest, and she hiccuped before puking out some brown chocolatey vomit. Her last action before passing out, despite her heart beating out of her chest and inches away from an attack- was to force it back into her mouth with her food stained hands, licking any stains from her fingers as she did so.
She had never felt better in her life, and spared a wink to the camera she had always known was there. Whoever Slots was... Octavia sure hoped he was enjoying this as much as she was.