Origins of Amali

 

The Golden Eclipse is one such place in this utopia of fun. Games of luck littered the inside, teasing patrons of gigantic jackpots and the chance of riches beyond their wildest dreams. Card games, slot machines, wheels of luck and bingo games kept players going long into the night. Along with games, all sorts of food, drink and high class shows sated every facet of the customer's needs to keep them spending more and more.

 

One such star of the shows was snoozing in her bed from an enormous performance from the previous night. Her arm reached down and scratched the round, jiggly belly still stuffed from her nightly attractions. A small yawn escaped her mouth as she opened her eyes and stretched herself from her arms to the last little part of her serpentine tail.

 

“Ahhhhh. What a beautiful morning.” Amali smiled as she looked over to her clock. “Or afternoon. Whatever.” The lamia giggled as she curled up on her bed. Her hands gave her chubby belly a small pat as she relaxed in her plush bed. “Any day is a good day with a full tummy.”

 

Amali sat in her bed for a moment or two before slithering onto her tail. She gave another good stretch before moving her way to her balcony. “Ah, out of that stuffy room.” Amali cooed in delight as the fresh air and warm sun hit her skin. The relaxed lamia slumped herself down onto a long deck chair and made herself comfortable.

 

Her stomach let out a tiny gurgle, much to her dismay. “That's no good. Gotta keep that tummy full!” Amali reached out to a small telephone near the deck chair and dialed up the casino's kitchen. “Hey, it's Amali. Have breakfast sent up to my room....what? WHAT? No no no, I don't CARE what Slots says, I want something to eat!”

 

“Fine! I'll go scream at him myself!” Amali slammed down her phone and snapped upright. She crashed through the doors to her room and slithered as menacingly as she could. “No food at all for today. How dare he? He knows I need to eat to keep such a beautiful figure for HIS casino!” Steam shot from her ears as she made her way through the private halls of the building.

 

The mares and stallions of the casino knew to give Amali a wide berth as she snaked through the halls. Her impressive height and growing waist made her an imposing obstacle as she charged to Slots's office. Several members of the casino were bright red as the slithering calamity pushed past them, her belly and tits freely jiggling out for all to see.

 

“SLOTS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL??” Amali screamed as she burst into his office. The doors slammed hard into the walls, making the stallion behind the desk wince . He smoothed out his yellow and red mane and cleared his throat.

 

“Amali! Manners, please! You can start by covering up...” Slots bit his lip as the blubbery mass jiggled closer and closer. His horn lit up as he fetched a double extra large shirt from the nearby wardrobe.

 

“Tch....fine. Goddess above knows that I won't have your attention till these lovely beauties are out of sight.” Amali teased the poor stallion with a proper squeeze of her tits and a smack along her belly before jamming the shirt over her head. The restrictive fabric pinched Amali all over, squishing her tits together and cutting into her belly. Amali shuddered in disgust, fidgeting with the tee here and there. “Am I good? Can you look me in the face now?”

 

Slots craned his head up and smiled. “I know you hate it but for everyone else, thank you.” He sighed as he stood up from his chair and properly approached the steamed snake. “Now, what have I done to incur the wrath of my jungle goddess?”

 

A loud gurgle echoed through the room. Amali thumped the tip of her tail against the carpet as she pointed to her belly. “THAT is the problem. I called the kitchens about ten minutes ago and they said you told them NOT to FEED ME! That's a VERY big mistake, Slots. A hungry snake might have BIG consequences.”

 

Amali made her point by opening her mouth. She dislocated her jaw with ease and moaned as she stuck out her tongue. “I should have known that was the cause for the commotion.” Slots smirked as Amali closed her mouth. “There's a perfectly good reason for all this. Let me explain.”

 

“Do you remember that conversation we had after that double show you put on a while back?” Slots couldn't contain his smile as the memory rushed back to him.

 

“Of course! Probably the most I've ever eaten in a single sitting.” Amali burst into a wide grin as she placed her hands on her stomach.

 

“What blew me away is the fact that you kept eating backstage.” Slots sighed in admiration. “I wanted to keep this a surprise, but there's no stopping that belly of yours. I've arranged another multi-layered show for you tonight and I NEED you to be hungry for it.”

 

Amali scoffed. “You know how much I can eat, Right? Not even I know how much I can stuff in this sexy tum that you love so much.”

 

“Well, We'll find out tonight. You'll be running FIVE shows, nearly back to back. First show starts at seven, ends at seven fifty allowing a ten minute break, then the next show starts until the midnight finale.”

 

“Five? Five shows?” Amali began to drool at the thought.

 

“Not just five shows, Five belly buster tier shows.” Slots grinned. “Some of our high rollers that enjoy your talents are just as eager to see you fill up that tummy. I received the check this morning, so they expect a fantastic show tonight.”

 

Amali was stunned. A show for tonight was nothing. A belly buster was filling, but never enough. Five of her biggest shows in a row? The lamia was quivering with excitement as a river of drool was sliding down her lips.

 

“To make sure you're ready as can be for this, I told the kitchens to not serve you anything but water, tea and very small snacks at set times.” Slots reached out and pressed his hands into Amali's tummy. “We both wanna see this gut get HUGE off of a meal fit for a princess, right?”

 

The snake pony nodded weakly as Slots began to rub her stomach. “You know I wouldn't let you starve on purpose, Amali. You're one of my sexiest shows in the casino and quite the cutie. Now that I have the funds, let me stuff you senseless till your stomach is as big as my office with these shows.”

 

“EEEEE!” Amali squealed as she pulled in Slots for a hug. The gray stallion was overwhelmed as the giant snake buried his face deep in her cleavage and tight against her belly. “Stop being such a tease. You'll awaken my OTHER appetite.” Amali cooed before setting the stallion back on his feet.

 

Slots was too busy blushing to respond. “I'll be a good girl and try not to get to irritable. You better be ready to worship such an amazingly full gut tonight, sweetie.” Amali strut out of the office, making sure to strut the hind end of her tail for Slots to see.

 

Alone in her room, Amali could finally relax. She yanked the tiny shirt off her body and tossed it in an ever growing pile of discarded, unwanted shirts. A small plate of crackers and cheese has been placed near her bed along with some tea and water. “Hmm...It's all for the belly busters.” Amali whined as she scarfed down the snack in seconds.

 

Her mind wandered as she slumped in bed. “I GUESS I need to cut him some slack. It was only with his help did I ever become the beauty I am now.” Her hands roamed her body, pinching her flab and squeezing her breasts tight. “It's easy to forget what it was like before the Golden Crescent.” Amali shuddered at the thought.

 

 

 

 

 

The harsh jungles south of Equestria were no place for any sort of civilized pony. Thick fauna made it difficult to traverse the muddy forest and the predators were on a whole different level. Few even bothered to search through such a terrible place and even less came back to tell the tale.

 

Such a crew of rag tag scalawags were cutting through the lush forest. With the risk of certain doom permeating the jungle, it was ripe pickings for adventure, hidden secrets and vast wealth. “We should be heading back...I'm getting tired...” A unicorn in the center of the pack whined.

 

“Oh shush. You're the one that insists we travel under a constant barrier.” The leader of the group scoffed as he cut through another set of vines.

 

“I keep telling you that SOMETHING is out here. My rations didn't vanish on their own!” A slight noise made the whole crew turn around. “See? Something is stalking us! We need to get back to camp!”

 

The leader bit his lip. “F..Fine! We'll search a bit more tomorrow from this path.” He shoved his crew back through the dense forest and back to base.

 

With a hurried step, the crew of would be adventurers rushed back to camp. They returned to the edge of the jungle to the safety of their camp. “Boss....something IS here.” One of the stallions called out.

 

One of the tents had collapsed and another one was ready to follow suit as something could be seen rummaging through the cloth. “Goddess above...” The leader mumbled as they watched a small girl peek out of the tent.

 

“Little girl, what are you doing here? Where did you come from?” The leader inched close to the girl. She stared back at him, saying nothing as her hand reached up and stuffed a bit of food into her mouth.

 

“Hungry gal, aren't ya? Why don't you come over here and we can talk.” He gestured with his hands as he knelt down on one knee. “C'mon. I won't hurt you.”

 

The girl blinked once or twice before sliding back into the tent. “You brat! Get over here!” The leader moaned as he stomped his way into the tent. “Thieving little sneak! You'll be sooooooOOOOOH MY GODDESS!”

 

Where the legs of the girl were supposed to be, a long, winding snake tail curled up through the tent. He watched as the girl opened her mouth and revealed a small set of fangs tearing through a hunk of raw meat. A serpent like tongue slithered from her mouth for a moment or two before the strange creature chomped through another bite.

 

“What in the world ARE YOU?” The adventurer questioned. The girl paid him no mind, simply eating her fill of their rations. “Nice...snake...girl...” He kept his tone soft and low as he made his way out of the tent.

 

“What are we gonna do? She's eating through all our food!” The group complained as their stockpile dwindled. The leader smiled as he looked over at the snake still eating away.

 

“We bait her into following us for as long as we can. Some food on a string should work.” He chuckled as he pulled out a knife from his belt. “When we get to a town, we capture her, learn all we can from the locals and then take her back home. Sell her to some Canterlot snob as an exotic pet.”

 

It was easy enough to bait the creature right into a cage. Even confined, the strange beast was kept docile with a bit of food here or there. Soon, the snake gal was shoved in a cargo hold and shipped off to Equestria.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amali rolled her eyes as she recalled her first meeting with society. “Still can't believe I let myself get tricked over an easy meal...still beats fighting for it in the jungle.” Another small snack had arrived, allowing Amali to stave off an empty stomach. “Bleh...with portions so small, it reminds me of all the trashy cheapskates that tried to 'own' all this beauty.”

 

 

 

 

 

The adventurers had a massive bid in less than a day. A previously undocumented species from the unexplored jungles? Wealthy nobles scrambled at the chance to purchase such an oddity. Their prize sat in the little cage, unfazed by the shouting and screaming of the ponies before her. Only thing on her mind was her next meal.

 

Jet Set was the name of the snooty stallion that brought her home on a bumpy wagon. A trophy to show off his wealth and power. The only reason Amali could even remember the snooty stallion for it was his actions that gave Amali her name and because he was the first of many that she nearly bankrupted.

 

His prissy, skinny wife had given the lamia her name. A simple twist of the legendary creature, Amali was cared for by the servants around the castle. A meager meal and a cold heart was all Amali received from the owners until it was time to show off. At the very least, the fascination of others drove Jet Set to coax Amali into dislocating her jaw with an extra large slab of meat.

 

“Food.” Amali groaned one morning as the staff prepared another skimpy meal for the needy lamia. “Fooooooood!” She whined as she rubbed her stomach.

 

“Did.....did that thing just talk!” A servant gasped in surprise as Amali opened her mouth once more. The hungry lamia called out again and again until the meal was served.

 

Amali devoured her meal in seconds, leaving the plate clean as could be. She picked it up and shoved it back into the servant's hands and continued her chant. “Food! FOOD!” Amali screamed before opening her mouth and unhinging her jaw as wide as she could.

 

“Jet Set, who in Equestria is screaming?” Upper Crust scoffed as she peeked up from her book. A few of Amali's caretakers rushed into the room. “Hey hey hey! What has you so spooked?”

 

“It...She talked!” One of the servants shuddered as they pointed into the room. Jet Set shook his head as he lead the way back to the cage.

 

Everypony peeked into the room to find Amali tearing through the refrigerator. “Mmmm...” Amali moaned as her sharp teeth sliced through a cold slab of meat. “Fooooood.” She cooed in delight as she rubbed her distended stomach.

 

“It...IT CAN TALK!” Jet Set smiled. He clapped his hands together with glee as he watched Amali continue to chomp through the frozen slabs of meat. “I think I know of a good way to put Amali to work around here.”

 

Jet Set had it all planned out. A tent to show off Amali while ponies from all over would come to see the talking snake. Amali was only concerned with the heaps of food splayed out for her. With so much food, she was finally eating to her hearts content.

 

When it came time to reveal Amali, all the stuffed snake wanted was to sleep off her meals. Every show lost money for Jet Set, leaving him desperate as another thousand bits were swallowed up into Amali's mouth every day. After only a month, Amali was sold to another wealthy snob on the other side of the city.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Amali had lost count of how many 'owners' she had over the years. The only one that was worth remembering was the pony that treated her like a person. A kind mare that had taken Amali away from those snobbish elites. Booksmart was her name. A simple librarian in need of a friend that offered the world to Amali in her modest home.

 

She had her own bed...her own room...even a few books. Amali looked over and spotted her first book still sitting on a shelf. Another hungry grumble made Amali moan in discomfort as her empty tummy cried out for food. With nothing else to distract her, the snake pony grabbed her well worn book and re-read it.

 

Booksmart had always been the kindest mare. While not able to really sate Amali's desperate hunger, there was so much more that she offered. Amali learned to read, write and even speak properly. Amali enjoyed her reading sessions with Booksmart, coiling around her master as they read together. It was nowhere near as lavish as the other houses that Amali was forced to stay, but it was the only one that felt like home.

 

“You deserve better...” Booksmart sighed as another hungry growl echoed from Amali's tummy. She put down her book and gave the nearest coil a tight hug. “I'm sorry that you go hungry like this. I can't keep you here.”

 

Amali frowned as she hugged Booksmart tight with her tail. “But...you're the only one who really cared about me...” Amali whimpered as she shifted her torso close to her master. “Where will I even go? No pony else can keep me fed, can they?”

 

Booksmart smiled as she held Amali's hands. “You're a growing girl, after all. I don't want to sell you, so don't you dare think it's for the money.” A pamphlet was pushed towards Amali for her to read. “I know you hated your cages and captivity but the Canterlot Exotic Zoo wont do that to you.”

 

“Wow...they have all sorts of weird stuff...just like me.” Amali said as she looked upon all the pictures.

 

“Amali, how many times have I told you? You aren't weird, you're special. The most special thing in my life.” Booksmart continued to cuddle with her snake girl. “They know how smart you are. You wont be treated like an animal. You'll be your own person and get to talk with all sorts of ponies.”

 

“But Booksmart, I wanna stay here!” Amali whined.

 

“If I could, I'd keep you here all to myself and read the nights away with you. But I'm getting older and a librarian's salary could never hope to raise you right.” Booksmart sighed as she got up from her chair.

 

“So please...for me? I promise to come visit you when I can.” Booksmart smiled at the snake girl. Amali hugged Booksmart super tight and didn't want to let go. Not then, not the next day, not ever. But a promise was a promise, and after a few arrangements, Amali was off to her new life at the zoo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The zoo wasn't so bad. With their increased spending power, Amali forgot what an empty stomach felt like. Crowds of ponies gathered around day after day to gaze upon Amali's unique body. “Hello there! I'm Amali. What's your name?”

 

She loved it when ponies freaked out over a talking snake. The best part was when they were so frightened that they would drop their popcorn or pretzels near her cage. No matter how many times the staff told her to stay in her enclosure, Amali's long body made it too easy to sneak over the rails and grab discarded food.

 

With the improved diet and tons of snacks, Amali's body began to change. Her whole body lengthened, stretching out her torso into that of a proper mare. She loved her longer tail, making her already tall appearance even more imposing.

 

Her best new asset were a lovely set of breasts proudly hanging from her chest. As first, the zoo accepted her changes and let her go topless. However, as the meals and snacks continued, Amali's chest ballooned into incredible sizes.

 

A nice set of tits weren't the only thing that Amali gained. A soft, squeezable belly softened up her torso, making her even bigger than before. Every little motion made her torso jiggle, making a few ponies blush as she lazily ate about her cage.

 

“Amali...you need to wear this from now on.” One of the staff members offered the snake girl a tee shirt. “You've been...growing quite a bit and we don't want to see you get hurt or anything...”

 

“Protect me? From what? My scales are really tough and nopony ever bothers me in my cage.” Amali stared at the shirt from all angles, confused as to what the thin cloth was supposed to protect.

 

“Well...the weather...and prying eyes, Amali. Some patrons have been coming to your cage to simply look at you.”

 

Amali giggled. “Isn't that why they come here, though? To see me?”

 

The staff worker blushed, her eyes drifting down to Amali's obscene chest. “Well...they stare in a sexual way. They like your body in an inappropriate way and we fear that these sorts of guests might try to take advantage of the zoo.”

 

Confused, Amali scratched her head. “But...doesn't the zoo make money off them?”

 

“We do...but we can't have that. Flaunting your body for those kinds of pleasures is only between two ponies that love each other.”

 

Amali shrugged as the staff member helped her put on the shirt. Instantly, Amali began to fidget and groan as her skin rubbed against the tight garment. “Hmmm....nah. I don't like this.” The snake girl frowned as she tore the shirt into shreds.

 

“....Fine. We'll compromise. We wont make you wear a shirt but you have to cover your breasts.”

 

“Cause mine are bigger than yours or something? I still don't understand.” Amali heaved up her tits and let them bounce about, making the staff member blush even harder. “Ahh, now I see.” Amali smiled as the staff member refused to reply. The commotion of the first crowd of the day walked up to Amali's enclosure, giving the hungry lamia an idea.

 

The clever snake waited till the announcer was looking away, only to reach up and grab a big, meaty, jiggly handful of her tits. A few stallions nearly collapsed as Amali placed her hands behind her head and let her body wobble and bounce as it pleased.

 

“Throw me some food! I'm starving!” Amali shouted. A few stallions immediately complied, tossing their snacks right into the cage.

 

“Please don't feed Amali. She is already given a well balanced diet and while we appreciate your assistance in keeping her fed, you may throw off her diet.” Even with the announcer blasting his message, another quick grope sent more popcorn and snacks over the enclosure wall.

 

“Lunch time!” Amali cooed as she unhinged her jaw and tossed everything down her throat. The staff frowned as even more food was tossed towards the hungry gal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Amali, please don't do that again. I know you're hungry but you can't extort the guests like that!”

 

“It was fun! And they enjoyed it! Are they not here to see me?” Amali boasted, puffing out her sizable chest and letting her tits wobble about.

 

“The reason they come is to learn, not to see a sexy tease show! You wanna do something like that, try working in a burlesque show in the seedy part of Canterlot.

 

“Oh yea? What's that like?” Amali smiled, wagging her tail in excitement. “Is there food? Will someone give me all the snacks I want there?”

 

The handlers shrugged. “It always boils down to food, doesn't it? Don't let us see you flaunting your chest to the public or else...”

 

A tiny bra was forced onto Amali, barely keeping her chest at bay. The tiny underwear only seemed to drive the crowds wild as the sneaky snake continued to wrap the patrons around her finger. Her size continued to slowly balloon out, making any sort of clothing obsolete after a week of constant snacking.

 

“That's quite a show you put on for the crowd.” A slick stallion grinned down at Amali. She giggled and heaved her torso up to the top of the enclosure and smiled.

 

“Staff hates when I do that, but it gets me my food.” Amali stuffed a pretzel in her mouth and gobbled it up.

 

“See, that's not right. You're a perfect belly dancer for sure. Got the curves and the wiggle down for sure. I bet you could draw a massive crowd if you just pulled off that top and let those delicious tits free.”

 

“I know, right?” Amali grinned. “Are you gonna give me food now?”

 

“Not quite. I could pay you in money though. Money that could let you buy all the food you want.”

 

Amali scratched her head. “But I don't want money, I want food.” She grabbed the popcorn from his hands and shoveled it into her mouth. “But thanks for the tip, mister!”

 

The limber snake smiled as the next crew of guests sat down. Slowly, Amali raised herself up off her tail and began to shake her body. Her stomach wobbled in a hypnotic ripple, entangling the crowd's attention before the announcer could even begin his usual speech.

 

A small wave and a big smile was all Amali needed to tug at the patrons. Sweat poured down Amali's face as she gave one last jiggle that tore through her top. Her breasts gave a healthy bounce to her already jiggly body, making the crowd grow wild. Her enclosure was littered with snacks by the day's end, a fact that made Amali grin with delight.

 

“Amali! We told you not to tempt ponies like that! You keep doing it and you'll be thrown out of the zoo!” The staff frowned as Amali sat around her hoard of pretzels and cotton candy.

 

“You know what? Fine! You don't like the kind of audience I attract? I'm leaving!” Amali shouted as she grabbed her few possessions and her snacks. Amali slithered out of her enclosure. “I'll go somewhere that appreciates me how I am!”

 

“Good luck!” The jealous staff member called out. “Only place that would take you seriously is Las Pegasus!”

 

Amali strut off with snacks in her arms, desperate to leave such a confining space. “I'll show them that I'm the best. The greatest! They'll regret letting me leave!” Amali stormed out of the zoo and turned to the nearest pony. “Hey, you! Which way to Las Pegasus?”

 

The blushing stallion bit his lip as Amali leaned in close. “Um...Uh..West..West of Canterlot. In the clouds!”

 

“Thanks, cutie.” Amali giggled as she kissed his cheek. With her destination set, Amali took off for the west.

 

 

 

 

 

“Thank the goddess that I found the Golden Crescent. I was starving when I got the Las Pegasus.” Amali couldn't help but giggle as she placed her hands on her tummy. “Slots was SOOOO eager to feed me up once he saw my moves. I wonder how big I've become since then...”

 

Amali peeked at the clock and grinned. “Six thirty! Almost time for the belly buster!” The snake mare giggled as she opened her wardrobe and pulled out her favorite “outfit”. A simple pair of red nipple tassels were squished onto her breasts, making her “decent” enough for the show floor. “Time for the biggest show we've ever put on, belly. You ready?”

 

The starved snake slithered her way backstage, making Slots smile wide. “Ahh, there's my big, blubbery star. Are you ready for the biggest show of your life?” He cooed. The frisky stallion gave Amali's stomach a gentle pat, making the empty tummy roar in protest.

 

“Hungry. Maybe the hungriest I've ever been in my life.” Amali growled as her stomach continued to complain. “Is makeup and wardrobe ready? I'm not waiting if they stall even a minute.”

 

“Don't worry, we got it all ready.” Slots smiled as his crew of stagehands were ready to go. Shining gold earrings and hoops were placed on Amali's thick arms along with a shiny gold choker. Her nipple tassels were replaced with a silky red bra along with a translucent scarf as a makeshift skirt. The final details were a bit of scarlet red eye shadow and a tiny scarf wrapped around her tail.

 

“I'll announce you, then strut on stage and do you thing. I'll be watching.” Slots winked as he walked onto the stage. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Stuffer Stage. Tonight, we have a special treat for you all.”

 

Amali pulled up her bra and cupped her tits, making sure that her cleavage was in full view. “Our amazing, sexy and obese lamia, Amali, will be putting on five shows back to back tonight. We hope you enjoy it all as much as she does. Everypony, give it up for Amali!”

 

The crowd cheered as the lamia took the stage. The smell of food invaded her nose, making her drool at the sight before her. Towers of hamburgers and fries sat upon the stage, awaiting her desperate touch. Amali waited for the music to play, signaling the start of her show.

 

A sensual swing of the hips pulled Amali towards the burgers. The patrons on the front row gasped as Amali's tummy roared and growled. Her serpentine body made it easy to dance and flow to the beat, making her body wobble and jiggle from her chest down to her thick hips. Amali reached out with a delicate touch and grabbed the closest burger, only to unhinge her jaw and gobble it whole.

 

“Oh my goodness! She CAN do it! Did you see her jaw?” The patrons clapped for Amali as she continued to swirl around. Another hand reached out and grabbed a burger, pushing to her face as she gobbled it whole. She let her hands wander to her belly and jiggle it for a moment, savoring the first real meal she had eaten all day.

 

Amali teased her navel before popping her belly forward. She used both hands to grab a burger and took turns chomping them down bite by bite. Her satisfied moaned droned out the music for a moment or two as the satisfied lamia finished her burgers. The towers of food still stood strong but Amali's appetite was stronger.

 

Ketchup and grease ran down her face as she pushed each bite into her mouth, making her skin sticky and shiny. Her thin tongue did what it could to lap away at the growing mess but Amali reveled in it. Pressure built up in her stomach as she scarfed down, making Amali shudder in delight. “Fullness...at laaaast!” She thought to herself as she rubbed her satisfied gut.

 

Her belly wobbled and rippled as it slowly grew through the show. Distended and heavy, Amali continued her feast until every single burger was gone. “Ah...Yummy!” She wiped her mouth before turning towards the fries. Amali danced her way over, letting her stomach gurgle and churn away the heavy meal before unhinging her jaw and scooping fries into her mouth.

 

The patrons watched in amazement as Amali's throat bulged out with fries. The starved lamia didn't even stop for air as she expertly guzzled the fries like they were water. Her stomach stretched and drooped as it became heavier and heavier with a meal it desperately needed. Amali finally stopped when there was only two fries left, which she instead shoved one into her navel and the other in her cleavage.

 

Amali shook her hips and slapped her belly, making it gurgle and groan with content. She continued to dance, a small sweat dripping down her face as the full tummy was hard to move in such a bloated state. With one final push, she thrust out her gut as the song ended. “A belly buster doesn't end until the last morsel is gone. Can the sponsor for such a show come and claim his prizes?”

 

A rich looking foreigner approached the stage with a smile on his face. He leaned down with glee as he grabbed the french fry out of Amali's navel, kissing her glorious belly as he accepted the fry. “Don't forget this one!” Amali teased as she shoved his face between her fat tits and smothered him for a few moments.

 

The crowd cheered as the sponsor pulled his head back and revealed two fries in his mouth. He quickly swallowed them up and walked back to his seat as Amali slinked backstage. “How about that?” Amali teased as she coiled up next to wardrobe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“That was great!” Slots smiled as he rushed up and hugged Amali. “Got more room, right? I know it was a lot but I've never seen you back down from a challenge like this before.”

 

Amali scoffed as the attendants changed her wardrobe and makeup. “Please. I can handle this. Just worry about the enjoying the show, okay?” She leaned down and planted a kiss on Slots's cheek. “I'll be fine.” Wardrobe gave a thumbs up as they finished donning Amali in a seductive black bra that refused to hide her cleavage, a giant silk sock around her tail, arm warmers and a stretchy black silk skirt.

 

The second dance was themed around pizza. Not quite something Amali could eat whole but it made for a better show. Entire boxes of pizza disappeared into the black hole of Amali's stomach, leaving her even more stuffed than before. Sauce, cheese and grease covered Amali's mouth all over, the perfect touch to display off her gluttony. Her movement slowed here and there but the flabby lamia refused to quit, jiggling all she had as the last slice was fished from her chest.

 

A ten minute break between shows felt like a mere second as Amali pushed herself out for another fifty minutes. The black attire had been swapped for a tight green bra and a skimpy green skirt, along with a small green veil to cover her face. Her already bloated, distended gut was weighing her down, making her slump forward with her third dance. Amali eased herself up onto her tail, making her hips and “rear” look even bigger for the show.

 

Amali winced as she rubbed her aching gut. Soda after soda had been poured into her sloshing tummy and the fizzy liquid was finding the few remaining gaps her her stomach. Amali was sweating hard as it was a struggle to move her gigantic belly. It bounced and rippled with her every move, forcing her to belch hard and drown out the slow beat on the stage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“My....stomach...” Amali shuddered as she pressed her hands into it. Her gut was tight and full, a sensation the lamia had never experienced before. “Oh goddess...don't tell me I'm at my limits...” She squeezed her tummy hard and forced a gassy eruption out of her mouth.

 

“You okay? Should we stop?” Slots rushed over to his friend's side and poked and prodded her tummy.

 

“Just....rub it for as long as you can...” Amali sighed as she eased a few more burps from the pit of her stomach. Wardrobe crew could barely manage an enormous pink bra over Amali's huge watermelon sized tits and slip an over sized belt of pearls around her stomach along with a set of silver wristbands. “What....is the fourth show about?”

 

Slots gulped as he peeked back onto the stage. The crews were just about set up with the tanks and the hoses, signaling with a thumbs up when everything was in place. “It's giant vats of ice cream that's gonna get pumped right into your stomach.

 

“Goddess....I hope it's tasty...” Amali moaned as she sluggishly pushed herself back onto the stage. She could only manage a weak wave as another furious glorp rippled through Amali's stuffed tummy. One of the crew offered the hose to the lamia and she clamped down on it hard. A small band was wrapped around her mouth, keeping the hose locked tight as the ice cream began to pour into her mouth.

 

A gigantic lump slid down Amali's throat as the first of many gulps slid down into the bloated belly wobbling on stage. Still ever the show mare, Amali weakly eased her arms up and struggled with a little jiggle and shake. Her stomach was ballooning out bigger and bigger, making the crowds gasp as the lamia refused to stop.

 

The massive snake groaned as the tanks emptied themselves straight into her belly. Her already over sized proportions were growing out of control as her torso ballooned. Amali continued to dance by moving her arms as best she could but her stomach was far too big for her to control. With a groan, Amali accepted her fate and slammed her gut to the ground.

 

Amali ignored the desperate ache throbbing through her stomach. Amali ignored the groaning of the stage under her. All Amali wanted to see was the tanks empty themselves. She leaned down and rubbed her belly as slowly as she could, letting her tummy slosh about for the crowd.

 

It wasn't much of the dance, but the patrons watched with glee. Every set of eyes were upon Amali as her tummy oozed onto the stage and her body widened and fattened with every forced gulp. The tiny pink bra cupping her gigantic breasts snapped off right in the middle, letting her heavy tits flop and bounce hard onto her belly.

 

A loud ding sounded out as the tanks ran dry. Amali reached up and eased the hose out of her mouth and groaned in misery. There was no time for her to take a breath as an earth shattering belch forced itself from Amali's mouth. The poor lamia belched for a minute straight, expelling a sweet wave of sugar all over her audience.

 

“WOO!” The room cheered hard, rising to their feet and clapping for their star. Amali smiled as she gave a tiny little wave as she struggled to stand on her tail.

 

“Folks....I'm a little too big to move...” Amali spoke. Another wave of cheers washed over the smiling lamia, encouraging her to jiggle what bits of her belly that she could reach. “I know I have one more show left...bear with me as I rest for a moment.”

 

“Can you really do one more show?” Slots asked as he walked on stage. He looked over his worker and friend with worry as her stomach gurgled and churned.

 

“Trust me...I can do it.” Amali winked. “Get me something to cover up and I'll start the last show.” The crew walked on stage and removed the pearl belt from around Amali's waist. A pair of pink heart pasties were affixed to her nipples, making sure that the gigantic snake could stay modest for her audience.

 

The crowd was silent as the final meal was wheeled out to the stage. A mountain of chocolate chunks was the final opponent for the night. Amali reached out and grabbed a small nugget and nibbled at the block. “Mmm...this is really delicious.” She moaned, rubbing her body as the show went on.

 

Amali slumped forward, letting her belly crash back onto the stage. All she focused on was chewing and swallowing as much as she could. The always ravenous lamia surprised herself with how much restraint her hands carried as her impossibly full tummy protested every bite. Amali grew bigger and bigger, impressing the crowd with her capacity as her stomach struggled to digest the sloshing mass trapped in her gut.

 

Another chunk of chocolate down left Amali desperate for more. She reached a hand out and cooed as the next slab was soft and gooey. “Uh oh, the candy is melting!” Amali dramatically placed a hand on her forehead. “I sure hope I don't lose my grip!”

 

Her hand slammed the melted chocolate right into her cleavage, smearing it all over her exposed breasts. The crowd went wild, cheering and stomping about as Amali crammed the chocolate to her lips. A nice, thick smudge of chocolate coated her face, making the lamia smile as the crowd cooed in delight.

 

“Sorry, no idea what happened with that piece...” Amali teased as she grabbed another chunk. This one was smeared over her belly before crammed into her mouth. “I seem to be losing my grip on all this chocolate. I hope you don't mind.” Amali teased as she placed another chunk between her tits.

 

Chunk after chunk disappeared, though not all of them ended up in Amali's mouth. Some was smeared on her face as the soft treats were squished to her lips. More ended up on and around her body, either smudged all over or lost between her tits. “Hey, you. Wanna try your luck?” Amali teased as she placed a bit of the candy between her breasts.

 

A few brave ponies dared to swim through the valley of cleavage for the sweet treat. Even if the morsel was lost, nopony was complaining as they motorboated such a soft, jiggly pair of breasts. The crew caught on to Amali's act, going so far as to drop candy inside her vast navel to tease the patrons.

 

The last chunk sat in Amali's stained, sticky fingers as the late hours rang through the casino. “Midnight, fillies and gentlecolts. That signals the end of my shows.” Amali rolled the chocolate over her palm and presented it to the staff. “Will the pony responsible for this sin filled, delightful show come up on stage and finish me off?”

 

Amali was surprised to see a woman approach the stage. She wiggled her eyebrows and gave her belly a slight pat as the candy was pushed to her mouth. “MMMmmmmmm.” Amali moaned as the last bit of food was eased into her stomach.

 

Another round of applause made Amali beam with delight. She opened her mouth to speak but one final belch forced itself up through her lips and blasted the crowd with the scent of chocolate and sugar.

 

The vibrations of Amali's bloated gut thumped the stage again and again. Nopony heard the first few cracks as the stage began to collapse. By the time Amali had finally stopped her outburst, it was too late. Everypony watched as the floorboards under Amali bent upwards as her bulky body continued to shatter the stage.

 

“WHAAAAA!” Amali screamed as the weary wood admitted defeat. Her body slammed down a few feet into the stage, making Slots and the crew gasp. The whole floor seemed to wobble as Amali hit the ground hard.

 

“Amali! Are you alright?” Slots called out as the lamia continued to disappear. The floor buckled for a moment or two before more cracking filled the air. The giant lamia yelped once more as she disappeared even lower until her body slammed into a concrete divider.

 

Amali belched hard as more gas was forced through her throat. She reached out as high as she could, barely flashing a thumbs up over the massive hole in the floor. “Get....get me some indigestion tablets.” She groaned, rubbing her belly as it let out another furious gurgle.