The Greased Slut: Hot Coco

 

“Um...Miss Rarity? I don't mean to be rude, but does a little business negotiation for a photo shoot need these kinds of precautions?” Coco Pommel, your friend and professional tailor, quietly asked the speeding unicorn.

 

“I may have been a teeny bit fictitious about this being a regular photo shoot.” Rarity frowned as she withdrew a small flier from her work desk. She pushed it into your hooves, begging you to read it.

 

What immediately drew your attention was the voluptuous mare shaking her rear for the camera. You could almost see the vibration and jiggle of her rump from the size and her incredible effort. The room grew hot as you flipped it over and found a cornucopia of similar styled mares, all begging for your attention in the most inappropriate manner.

 

“Atrocious! Scandalous! Unbelievable!” Rarity scoffed as she forced the pamphlet out of your hooves. You sighed and shook your head, washing away such lewd and tempting images.

 

“What....what is this even for? Miss Rarity...do you...um?” Coco asked.

 

Rarity made a face of disgust. “ME? NEVER! I only needed this to prove that a certain fiend is infecting Canterlot with his trash!”

 

“You still haven't mentioned what this job entails, Rarity. Coco and I are VERY busy right now and unless you have a point to this, we'll be leaving.”

 

“No no no! I do need you, please!” Rarity rushed over to the door and blocked your path. “I need you to help me expose this crime against fashion and beauty to Equestria and ruin the Greased Slut to the ground!”

 

You pulled off your sunglasses and stared at the raving unicorn. “What...exactly...is the Greased Slut?”

 

Rarity flailed her forelegs in a frenzy. “It's the worst possible thing to modern fashion since pre-cut jeans and bell bottoms! Mares are being convinced that being obese whales is a fashion statement and even worse, these harlots are using their bodies for lewd, unsavory purposes.”

 

“So...like a strip club?” Your face was growing warm again, prompting you to push your sunglasses back into your face. “You want us to go take pictures of a strip club?”

 

“We need to expose them for what they are before all of Equestria is unhealthy, fat and wearing circus tents as clothing!” Rarity was wound up once more, speaking faster and faster while she waved her hooves all around. “Imagine a world where you need a crane just to get a decent shot of your subject! Perhaps you'd love to use up several bolts of fabric on a dress that some oafish, blubbery mare will just tear out of!”

 

“It would be a disaster for us! We'd be ruined. All the high standards we shed blood, sweat and tears for, GONE!” Rarity took a deep breath and sat down. “That's why I need you, Miss Finish and Miss Pommel. We've got to stop Anonymous before all of Equestria is fat!”

 

Years of directing had left you with a stone cold poker face, yet your heart was beating a mile a minute. The idea of snapping a shot of a carefree mare enjoying herself...it sounded so lovely compared to the stuck up models that believed that they were descendants of the goddesses with their frail, toothpick bodies. Lost in thought, you didn't even realize that Rarity was talking to you.

 

“So? Will you help me? Anonymous would recognize me in a second if I try to expose him like this but you and Coco could perfectly blend in and reveal him for what he is!”

 

You tapped the ground with your hoof and hummed. “I don't know, Rarity. Coco and I are awfully busy with our work. We can't just take time off to...do...whatever it is you're wanting us to do.”

 

“It'll be easy as pie! Just act like reporters and lie to Anonymous. He'll eat up the chance to have his illicit moneymaking scheme go mainstream and that's how we catch him!” Rarity giggled as she turned on the lights to her boutique.

 

“I'll make some false credentials right now and have you in and out of that sleazy place in no time!”

 

“Miss Rarity, Photo is right. We were in the middle of a photo shoot and we're booked every day for two months! There's no way we can leave our jobs for this...” Coco bit her lip in worry.

 

“You wont need to go anywhere special. That ruffian has built up a location in Canterlot. Can you believe the nerve of him? He even tricked Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis on board with his degenerate schemes.”

 

“Is THAT where Fleur has been hiding? I thought it odd that she canceled every one of her photo shoots.” You mused as Rarity continued to whine.

 

“There's the key of it all! If you reveal what has happened to Fleur de Lis, we can expose this operation of his wide open so that nopony can refute it. Maybe even the princesses will personally shut him down.”

 

Another giddy giggle from Rarity made your stomach churn. What was her vendetta against all this? Curiosity nibbled at your heart as she continued to divulge every little detail of the club. “You continue to talk as if we agreed to this. There is no way that we can help you, Miss Rarity.”

 

Her grin fell from her face as you spoke. “W-Well...what...what if I took over for you both? I dare say I have enough know how to take decent pictures and I already know how to tailor and fashion dresses. PLEASE do this for me! I'll do your jobs till you've got all the dirt!”

 

Rarity fell to her knees and slammed her front hooves together. “We can't let them win! If they do, imagine every single one of your fashion models barely squeezing into their dresses, let along the doors to your agency and demanding they eat while you take pictures!”

 

It took all your self control not to shudder at that idea. You struggled to keep your face stern and refused to bite your lip. “Hmmm...Coco, what do you think? Perhaps with Miss Rarity's generosity, we can get a small vacation in before the summer season hits.”

 

Coco looked at you in confusion. “Wait...really? I was sure you would turn it down.” She shrugged. “Well, if you want to do it, I'll follow your lead. Maybe it WILL be nice to relax for a few days.”

 

Rarity jumped from her kneeling position and hugged you both. “Thank you thank you thank you! You wont regret this!” She rushed to the back of her boutique and came back with a small stack of notes.

 

“Here's all you need to know for tonight. I'll let you get back to work and arrange for my temporary leadership position while you go and reveal the Greased Slut to Equestria! I can't believe it...I may actually pull this off!”

 

Rarity shoved you out of the doors with a manic smile on her face. A part of you was filled with anxiety over whether it was right to let Rarity take over your photo sessions. Another part was anxious over what you had been asked to do.

 

“So why did you really take her offer?” Coco questioned as you began walking back to your studio.

 

You took a deep breath and steeled yourself. “Miss Rarity has a way with her generosity that makes it hard to turn down. I have the feeling that if we had said no, it would have been worse than accepting from the start.”

 

“Gosh...she can be rather pushy when she wants to be.” Coco sighed as she followed beside you. A silent prayer escaped your heart. Nopony must know about THOSE desires of yours. It would be career suicide if anypony knew that you had a soft spot for big, chubby mares.

 

“Quite. We should do this as quickly as possible so we can return to normal.” Your voice was stern and forceful, doing your best to hide your true feelings. Coco couldn't see your little smile as you walked back into the studio and began to plan your wonderful little vacation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The train to Canterlot always seemed to take forever for business trips. No matter how you struggled to relax, the envelope in your pocket was weighing heavy in your heart. You withdrew it from your jacket and retrieved the letter inside. “Come to Canterlot ASAP. There might be a threat closing in.”

 

A simple, yet powerful message. You jumped on the first train you could to rush off to your side business. The lack of details made you worry, yet the cover up felt necessary if there was something threatening your business. With a sigh, you folded up the note and pushed it out of your mind.

 

Your tall legs carried you through the town and deep into the back alleys of Canterlot. The sign for the Greased Slut always made you smile as you found your slice of heaven tucked away in this ritzy town. Your mask slid on your face with confidence, alerting the staff of your status.

 

“Welcome back, Mister Green.” The bouncers parted, allowing you to walk in. As soon as you walked in, two familiar faces smiled as wide as they could. A debonair stallion and an obese mare rushed to your side.

 

“Oh Anon! Thank goodness you've come. I suppose you got our letter, right?” Fleur de Lis sighed as she watched you pull it from your pocket.

 

“Yes I did. What do you know about the situation?” You took a seat with them and grabbed a mug of cider for yourself.

 

Fancy Pants frowned as he pulled a few pictures onto the table. “We've received an invitation for a reporter and her photographer to interview us. They claim they want to take pictures for a magazine but I've never heard of it.”

 

You took a look at the photos and couldn't help but giggle. “I can see why you're so suspicious. That's Photo Finish!” Your sides began to ache as your giggle grew into a full blown laugh. “No disguise or anything! Does she even know that you two run this place? Even if you didn't, anypony could easily recognize her by those sunglasses she wears.”

 

The tension in the air faded as Fancy and Fleur began to giggle along with you. “You know, we never thought of that. We were so concerned that she would recognize us that we didn't think us recognizing her.” Their smiles were as wide as yours as you took a sip of your cider.

 

“Okay, this screams Rarity shenanigans. Only she would be so shallow to try and employ famous ponies to try and stop us.” You stifled another giggle as you looked at another picture. “Isn't this a tailor that mentored under Rarity for a while?”

 

“Oh yes, Coco Pommel. She's always seen with Photo Finish in the studios.” Fancy Pants tapped the picture. “They came over asking for interviews and left us some business cards.”

 

You grabbed one of the cards and looked it over. “Known ponies in the fashion world interested in a seedy little bar in a random alley? This reeks of Rarity for sure.”

 

Fleur and Fancy let out a sigh of relief. “The only problem now is how do we deal with it?” Fleur pouted as she looked at the image of Photo Finish. “If we get our pictures taken while running the club, they'll expose us and everything will be ruined!”

 

“So we wont let them see you.” You grinned as you scooped up the photos. “You guys relax and let me handle this. We'll turn this around on them in their own trap.”

 

“Are you sure? We don't want you to get under fire from the tabloids. They would eat this story up without proof!” Fancy Pants frowned.

 

“You two are Canterlot elites. To them, I am a nobody. At worst, they will try to expose our business but without the drama to spark a controversy, nopony will care.” You boasted your confidence with another chug of cider. “Now, what do you guys have planned for the club? I'll take over for a while and throw them off your trail.”

 

“Are you sure, Anon? What about the Ponyville location?”

 

“Shhhh. Don't worry about a thing my sexy lil Flab U Lust. I know how Rarity likes to work these little schemes of hers.” You smirked as you fiddled with the business cards in your hand. “I'll send someone once it's safe. For now, why not hit up a buffet or two?”

 

The two unicorns giggled at your suggestion. “We've been banned from all the buffets in Canterlot. Fancy couldn't keep his cock in his sheathe!” Fleur snickered.

 

“Don't you laugh like you're innocent. Most of those bans came after the fact that you ate whole trays of every item TWICE and guzzled down all the ice cream.” Fancy Pants shot back.

 

Like school yard lovers, the mischievous unicorns trotted out with dopey smiles on their faces. You gave the card one last twirl before standing up and walking over to the telephone. With the number dialed, all you had to do was set the trap.

 

“Hello?” A soft spoken voice answered on the other side.

 

“Hi, my name is Mister Green and I'm calling on behalf of the interview you wanted?”

 

“Oh, yes! We've been looking forward to you call. Mister...Green, you said?” Her voice trailed off into a whisper as the phone seemed to move from her mouth. “She....Fancy....De Lis. Who is...Green?”

 

“Ah yes! Mister Green! Of course!” A stern voice that sounded like it belonged a few countries over backed into the phone. “Forgive my writer and editor. She's been mixing up a few cases of ours and forgot your name.”

 

You tried not to giggle and forced your face into a frown. “All is forgiven. Now, tell me what sort of business you have with my establishment?”

 

“We run a magazine for new businesses here in Canterlot to provide our readers opinions on whether or not you're worth the time. Your...diner was given to us by an anonymous source and we'd like to conduct an interview and sample some of your cuisine.”

 

“Oh but of course!” Your reply was dripping with honey. “Our food service starts at ten o'clock tonight. I'll be more than happy to accommodate you.”

 

“Wunderbar! We shall be there for sure. Thank you.” The call disconnected as the haughty mare slammed down her phone.

 

You scoffed as the disconnect tone hummed through the phone. “Hmm...that must have been Photo Finish. Let's see how composed she is when the club is in full swing.” With that settled, you began roaming around the building in preparation for tonight's party.

 

Sure enough, the chefs were already whipping up some of the greasiest food in Canterlot and Fancy's mares were trickling into the changing rooms. You smiled as everything was running smoothly. All you had to do was wait for your esteemed guests.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Camera...notepad...extra film...do we need anything else, Photo?” Coco closed her saddlebags and donned them on her back.

 

“Nein, all Rarity needs are pictures of Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis at the club, ja? All we have to do is muscle past this “Mister Green” and find them.” Photo Finish smirked as they made their way to the club. “Once we have what we need, we take a day or two for ourselves and return to her after a nice break.”

 

Coco giggled. “It is kind of nice to go out for a change. I hope she doesn't burn herself out in one day and begs us to come back.”

 

The mares ducked through the side streets of Canterlot, avoiding the ponies still up at the late hour. Soon, the neon lights adorning the club came into view, bathing Coco and Photo in bright green and pink hues.

 

“Hello. We are here to see Mister Green for an interview.” Photo Finish spoke to the bouncers at the door. They looked her over for a moment or two, then smiled. Without a word, they offered her and Coco a mask.

 

“Do we put these on?” Coco looked over her mask. “How odd.” She muttered as she slipped on the head wear.

 

“Hmm. Nice touch.” Photo Finish smiled as she affixed the disguise to her face. Her glasses clicked into place on the front of the mask, boosting her already mysterious aura. Satisfied that both mares were in dress code, the bouncers opened the doors and flooded the alley way with obnoxiously loud bass.

 

“Goodness...this is a really loud diner!” Coco had to scream just to hear herself. Unsure if her friend had even heard her, Coco stuck close to Photo Finish as they waded through the packed crowds. Stallions of all types jumped around in excitement as full figured mares strut around on each stage.

 

“W-Wunderbar.” Photo Finish was thankful for her mask covering up the red hot blush spreading across her face. Everywhere she looked, there was a scantily clad mare with a belly scraping the ground and an ass that could demolish any bench. She bit her lip as her eyes were cast center stage as a behemoth of a mare was making a total pig of herself with far too much ice cream.

 

“Photo, do you see Mister Green anywhere? The bouncers didn't tell us where he was.”

 

“The owner of such a boisterous establishment most likely has his hooves full with busy work.” Photo Finish scanned the club for a moment or two until a lovely mare waddled her way over.

 

“Excuse me, are you with the magazine company?” She asked sweetly.

 

“Oh, ja. We are here to chat with your boss.” Photo Finish gazed at the tubby mare, yearning to touch her wide hips. She took a breath and straightened up. “Would you happen to know where he is?”

 

The kind pegasus pointed over to the back corner of the club, revealing a certain human donning a brilliant green mask. “Mister Green has been expecting you. Please, follow me.”

 

Photo Finish watched as the chubby mare turned around and waddled over to the table. Her wide hips and soft rear jiggled with every step. The sight made Photo Finish want to drool and bury her face between the mare's ample cheeks.

 

Her wish came true as the obsessed mare tripped over her own hooves as her target suddenly stopped. The soft impact was everything Photo Finish had dreamed it would be as the pillowy cheeks hugged her face.

 

“Oh my!” The pegasus giggled as Photo Finish pulled herself away. “Usually, I charge fifty bits for that but since you're a cutie, I don't mind a freebie.” She winked at Photo Finish before waddling away, leaving the photographer red as a cherry.

 

“Getting frisky with the mares? I like a gal that knows how to party!” You beamed. Photo Finish made a weak effort to shake your hand with a rubbery foreleg. “Come, sit down and have something to eat. Maybe a cider or two?”

 

“Cider is fine.” Photo Finish commanded as she sat down. Her heart was still beating hard, making it difficult to concentrate. “I hope you don't mind if we take a few pictures while we talk.”

 

You gave a dismissive wave. “Take as many as you like. My girls love the attention.” The duo giggled as they pulled out the camera and a notebook. “So, what do you want to know?”

 

Photo Finish looked around for a moment. “What sort of place IS this? You said food service but all I see is...this.” She pointed a hoof at the nearest stage where a very bottom heavy mare looked as if she was ready to break it with her shaking and stomping.

 

A hard laugh escaped you. “Oh, the mares? While we do serve up food here, it's more for them than it is for us. My tastes revolve around big, happy mares that love to express themselves to the fullest.”

 

“Well, how did you get started?” Coco asked. “There's a lot of thought that went into this from how everything is structured. Did you have any help?”

 

“Not at all. Everything here is my own design. This place is my pride and joy and I run it all myself.”

 

Coco tilted her head. “But you have a club in Ponyville, right? How do you run two businesses at once?”

 

A smile spread on your face. “Believe me when I say it's hectic work. I've taken the train back and forth so many times that I could detail every blade of grass on the side of the train tracks.”

 

You watched as Coco scribbled away in her notebook while Photo Finish was busy with her camera. She certainly was busy, snapping away picture after picture of every angle she could get. “What about you ladies? What's it like working for a magazine.”

 

They stiffened up for a moment before turning towards each other. “Oh forgive me. You must be starving after staying up so late just to chat with me.” You signaled the kitchen staff with a wave and smiled. “Don't you worry about a thing. I'll get us some hayburgers and shakes.”

 

“We appreciate it but no thank you.” Photo Finish scoffed as she set her camera down. “It might be time for us to go.”

 

“Aw, don't be a wet blanket miss....” You trailed off before leaning over the table. “You know, I seem to know absolutely nothing about you two and yet you seem to know everything about me. How is that even possible?”

 

Coco was sweating bullets as you loomed over them with a wicked smile. The pressure was on until Photo Finish intercepted. “Mister Green, we are reporters for a business magazine. It's our jobs to know what we are discussing and who we are discussing it with.”

 

You backed off as a hefty platter of food was shoved onto the table. An idea popped into your head as you looked over the black coated mare. “Thanks, big gal. Why don't you come here and take a break.”

 

“Of course! Anything for Mister Green!” The obese unicorn forced herself into the booth, making her belly sag over the edge of the table. She moaned as you placed a hand on her tummy and gave it a quick rub.

 

“Eat, ladies. I can't stand to see a mare on an empty stomach.” You forced a thick hayburger into the unicorn's mouth, making her giggle as a bit of ketchup was smeared on her lips. “I don't mind if you take a snack break.”

 

“Th...this is a snack??” Coco gasped as she stared at the burger in front of her. Not wanting to be rude, the shy earth mare gripped the burger with both hooves and struggled to take a bite. Her eyes lit up in surprise as she chewed and swallowed. “Oh my goodness...this is GREAT! I've never had such a juicy hayburger!”

 

“Probably due to how greasy and fattening it is.” Photo Finish blushed under her mask as the two mares gobbled up their food. Her eyes snapped to the obese mare in front of her, yearning to caress the flabby gut that you were currently rubbing. A small belch from her side caught Photo's attention as Coco leaned back into her seat.

 

“So....” Photo Finish resumed. “It's just you here? No pony else?”

 

“I have a personal assistant that logs expenses and does a lot of the paperwork, but I'm the sole owner of this club. Any other questions?” You gripped the obese gut in your hands and gave it a good shake, making both your feedee and Photo Finish bite their lips.

 

“It would be scandalous to know that anypony important was caught in here.” Photo Finish tried another angle. “You wouldn't happen to know of any celebrities that might frequent this place?”

 

Another laugh at her weak attempt. “Not at all! The masks here are a fashion statement as well as protection. Anonymity is what helps us have fun here. No judgments, no repercussions. Nopony would know who is who in here and it would be a VERY shady and inappropriate thing to keep tabs on my guests.”

 

“Ah, I see. I've got to say, these masks are a brilliant idea.” Photo Finish smiled as she tapped hers. “All the workers have individualized ones to help you identify them, right?”

 

“You caught onto that? Smart mare.” You frowned as Photo's burger was left untouched. “Enough questions for now. Eat up before it gets cold.”

 

“I am not hungry...” Photo Finish insisted.

 

“Aw, but it's so good!” Coco moaned through another bite. A healthy sheen of grease was stuck to her face as she finished off her burger. Her hooves descended to her bulging gut and rubbed her distended belly. “Oof...so good.”

 

You watched as Photo Finish snapped her gaze down to her friend's belly. Your smile grew wide as you leaned over and gripped Photo's burger and inched it towards the unicorn beside you. “Maybe she just needs a little incentive to see how good it is.”

 

With a shove, you pushed a huge bite into the unicorn's mouth. She moaned hard as she chewed, blushing as a little string of saliva clung to the burger. There was no delay as you shoved the next bite into Coco's mouth, forcing her to stuff her already full stomach with more.

 

Photo Finish squirmed in her seat. Her breath was heavy and forceful as she pushed giant puffs of air out of her nose. “Now that they've had a bite to prove it's tasty....eat.” You commanded.

 

The flashy mare trembled as she picked up her burger and nibbled right into the bite marks. If it wasn't for the mask, everypony would have been able to see the burning embarrassment on her face. Photo Finish licked her lips and nodded in agreement. “You are right....it IS good.”

 

You watched as Photo Finish nibbled at her burger in small bites. The unicorn beside you hastily levitated the giant platter of fries to her face and guzzled down her milkshake. Coco bit into a fry here and there, unable to stop eating such delicious food.

 

“All done!” The obese unicorn cooed as you rubbed her tummy. She planted a kiss on your cheek as she squeezed herself out of the booth. “Thanks for the snack, Mister Green. Please come find me after my next show for dessert.”

 

She flicked her tail aside, flashing her dripping marehood for everyone at the table. You grinned as both Coco and Photo were left stunned as the obese unicorn waddled and jiggled to the stage.

 

“I'm so sorry. I had completely forgotten that we were in the middle of an interview. Please, keep going.” You smiled as neither mare bothered to say anything.

 

“Still hungry? By all means, keep eating. You haven't even touched your milkshakes.”

 

Coco leaned forward and grabbed her shake, squishing her stomach into the table in the process. All Photo Finish could do was watch as Coco nursed the thick drink with heavy gulps through her straw. Even in the dim lighting of the club, Photo Finish spotted pink marks forming on Coco's taut stomach as she forced half of the sugary drink into her tummy.

 

“Gahhhh!” Coco gasped as she fell back into the booth. Her stomach wobbled hard as she landed, sending an angry glorp through her tummy. The stuffed mare forced out a hard belch that drowned out the music for a moment. “Oh gosh...I'm so full....it hurts.” She whimpered.

 

“Coco, please! Control yourself!” Photo Finish was sweating as she watched her friend rub her distended belly. “I think we should leave. Coco needs to rest.”

 

“I don't think she'll be leaving the building.” You pushed your hands into your jacket and pushed a small key over to Photo Finish. “Take one of the personal rooms for the night. If you need anything, there's a phone with a line to the kitchen, the side offices or even my office.”

 

“Photo....help...me up.” Coco moaned as she struggled out of the booth. She wobbled on her hooves for a moment before leaning on Photo's side. The photographer gasped as Coco's belly rubbed against her as they walked towards the back of the club.

 

“Take it easy in there. If you need any antacids or anything, they should be in the bedside table.” You called out. A smile spread on your face as you realized that their belongings were left forgotten at the table.

 

“Ha. Let's see what these two are hiding...after dessert.” You growled as the unicorn from your table descended the stage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Finish moaned as strange noise woke her up from her sleep. “Hmmm...five...five more minutes.” She begged as her eyes stayed shut. Her forelegs gripped her pillow tighter as she savored the warmth coming from it. A little purr of delight caused Photo to force her eyes open and look at just what she was cuddling.

 

Coco's soft belly was rubbing against Photo's face, gurgling and groaning as the remnants of last night's dinner were still digesting away. The photographer blushed hard as she realized how close the two of them were snugging. “Shit...” She muttered under her breath.

 

No matter how wrong it felt, Photo Finish didn't want to pull away. Coco was by no means fat, but a small layer of chub had accumulated on her belly from such a fattening meal. “This is wrong! I shouldn't be groping her like this...” Her forelegs betrayed her as they tightened their grip around Coco's belly, savoring such a delicious moment.

 

Another moan from Coco finally forced the cuddling mare to pull herself away. “Damn...” Photo Finish blushed as she tried to commit the feeling to memory. With a sigh, she pulled herself from the cozy bed and donned her sunglasses.

 

“What time is it?” She stared around, trying to find a clock. “I bet they charge by the hour and conveniently forget to tell you the time.” Photo scoffed as she looked around once more. “My camera...the notes! Our bag! Coco, wake up! Did you grab our stuff last night?”

 

“Mmmmm....what?” The sleepy mare rose from the bed and rubbed her eyes. “I thought you had it? I was too full to move, remember?” Both mares blushed for a moment as Coco eased herself out of bed. “Why don't we ask Mister Green? I'm sure if somepony would know, it would be him.”

 

“That would be bad. He might have read our notes or found something!” Photo Finish burst out of the room and back to the stage area. She rushed back to the table from last night to find nothing. “Drat...how could we be so careless?!”

 

“Looking for this?” You grinned from behind the bar. You lifted up their bag and let it dangle in your grip. “You two were having so much fun last night that I took it upon myself to keep your stuff safe.”

 

Coco smiled as she walked over to the bar. “Thank goodness. We were so worried.” Coco accepted her bag and strapped it to her back.

 

“Yes. Thank you.” Photo Finish sighed in relief. “We must be going now. Thank you for your time.”

 

You frowned. “Don't be like that. You didn't finish the interview, remember? Why not sit down over breakfast and we can talk without all the distractions.”

 

Before they could decline, the chefs wheeled out a gigantic platter of food for each of you. Pancakes, waffles, Prench toast, hay bacon and hash browns, all in over-sized proportions, awaited you.

 

“Please, sit down and relax.”

 

“Well...if it's for the interview.” Coco smiled as she sat down. Instantly, the shy little mare had grabbed a fork and was slathering all of her food in syrup.

 

Photo Finish flinched. As much as she wanted to go and inform Rarity, the yearning to watch Coco eat burned in her soul. “...Fine. As long as we can progress our discussion.” She sat down beside her friend and poured herself a coffee.

 

Coco was already hard at work munching down on her food. The buttery waffles made her heart sing in delight and the Prench toast was to die for. Her cheeks were always bulging with far too much food and her lips were caked with syrup.

 

“You enjoy a good meal, Miss Coco. I like that in a mare.”

 

“Me? Oh, well...I'm usually too busy running around making dre...articles! Making articles for the magazine!” She blushed. Coco chugged a mug of orange juice down to hide her blush.

 

Photo Finish was silent. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, another moan or gurgle from Coco distracted her. She watched as the oblivious mare next to her ate to her heart's content. Photo looked over and spotted you staring at her. In a flash, the photographer grabbed her fork and jammed a pancake into her mouth.

 

“You two should come back tonight, then. Friends eat free.” You winked behind your mask.

 

“No. We will conduct the interview now.” Photo Finish snapped. She slid her unfinished pancakes over to Coco, then withdrew her notepad from their saddlebag. “Tell me this, Mister Green. Your worker last night. Was her behavior unusual?”

 

“Nope. My mares are encouraged to offer extra services on the side as well as dance and eat for the customers.” You grinned into you mug and sipped your coffee. “Why? Did one of them offer you a dance?”

 

You leaned over the bar and pressed your nose into Photo's ear. “You looked like you wanted one, too. Like a filly in a candy store and a bottomless wallet.”

 

Photo Finish blushed hard. She followed your gaze as you looked towards the stuffed Coco Pommel rubbing her belly and belching into her hoof. “I...I have no idea what you are talking about.”

 

With a shrug, you retreated back to your position and ate some of your own meal. “Ah shoot, they didn't make my hash browns as crispy as I like. Coco, would you like some more?”

 

“Ohh...I...I dunno.” She groaned as another belch bubbled up from her belly. “I'm...I'm REALLY full.”

 

A frown spread across your face as you picked up the plate. “I promise that they are still good. Why don't I help you?” You moved from behind the bar and groped Coco's basketball sized stomach. Your fingers pressed against her taut flesh, working out the ache and the bubbles trapped inside her tummy.

 

“Ahhh!” Coco shuddered as your well practiced grip sent a chill down her spine. She deflated under your touch, allowing you to mold her belly and slosh it about as you please. A few gurgles later and Coco opened her mouth and belched hard.

 

“Ooohhh....oh my gosh, you're so good at this!” Coco moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

 

Her stomach let out a little grumble as the food in her stomach settled. “Thank you. I've been told my massages would be worth of the princesses.” You pushed the plate of hash browns over to Coco, as well as Photo's serving of waffles. “Now, can you eat a little more?”

 

Coco nodded as grabbed her fork once more. The two of you watched as the impossibly full mare continued to eat and eat. You glanced over at Photo Finish and smiled wide as her attention was locked onto her partner's impressive binge.

 

With her guard down, you speared a pancake onto a fork and slipped the fluffy disc into Photo's mouth. She blinked at the realization that she was chewing something and her eyes snapped back to you. Photo Finish swallowed the pancake with a scarlet blush spread all over her face.

 

“Perhaps some fresh air would do you both some good. You're looking a bit hot, Miss Photo.”

 

“Ja....that....is acceptable.” She turned to Coco and bit her lip as the bloated mare rose to her hooves. Coco's tummy wobbled and shook as it drooped under her, giving her the appearance of a pregnant mare. “Are you fine to walk, Coco?”

 

“Yea....sure...” She sighed in delight as Coco looked back at you. “Good bye Mister Green. We hope to see you tonight.” Coco lead the way out, with a still blushing Photo Finish following her.

 

“Ha...haha...ahahahahahaha!” Your laugh echoed through the empty room as you cleared the bar. You couldn't help but run to Fancy's office to glance at the security cameras. Sure enough, screenshot after screenshot could be found of Photo Finish and Coco Pommel walking around, talking to you and even stuffing themselves with breakfast. “This is perfect. They fell for it all too easy.”

 

Photo Finish and Coco Pommel retreated to Photo's home nearby. “We made so little progress...Mister Green is just as tricky as we feared.”

 

Coco shrugged as she plopped down on the couch. “Nah, I think he's a swell guy. A bit pushy with the food but oh my gosh, it's so good!”

 

“Yes...I can see.” Photo Finish struggled not to stare at the round tummy sagging off her couch. “Perhaps the pictures I took will lead us to a clue.”

 

Photo Finish grabbed her camera from Coco's saddlebags. “Now to check the film.” She turned to her dark room and walked inside, only to emerge seconds later. “This isn't the film from last night! None of my pictures are on this camera!”

 

Coco frowned as she reached into the saddlebags. “You said you brought extra film, right? It's not in here...”

 

“Or...Mister Green took the roll from my camera and replaced it without us noticing.” Photo Finish was sweating bullets as she stared at the empty bag. “Coco....we've been played for fools. He must know who we are by now.”

 

Both mares sighed. “So...what do we tell Rarity? That we lost?”

 

Photo Finish scoffed. “I wont accept defeat like this. We'll go back tonight and try again.” She wiped her sunglasses and smiled. “This time, he wont be so lucky.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bouncers smiled as they saw Coco and Photo returned to the club. A wordless exchange between the four of them kept the attitude professional and hasty as the mares donned their spectacular masks. Photo Finish took the lead, diving headfirst into the rowdy club once more.

 

It didn't take long for them to spot Mister Green sitting in his usual corner. They approached with pleasant smiles that hid the determination burning inside them. “Welcome back, girls! Come for more food and fun?”

 

“Business only, Mister Green.” Photo Finish sat down and pulled out her notepad. “We've got an interview to continue and we wont tolerate any delays.”

 

“That's a shame. Our order should be coming soon.” On cue, an earth mare with a thick rump and a coat the color of honey pushed a massive platter onto the table. Quesadillas, flautas, tacos and burritos along with a mountain of chips spilled on the table. “If not some of the food, at least help yourself to chips and margaritas.”

 

You smiled as the honey colored mare sat down alongside you, pushing you towards the wall as her hips sagged over the booth seating. No time was wasted in dipping a few chips in the spicy salsa and feeding them one by one into her mouth.

 

Photo Finish smirked as she pushed away one of the empty plates. “Business first.”

 

“Only on the condition that you eat afterward. I'm not the type to refuse if you know what I mean.” You glared at the photographer.

 

“Hey hey...we can enjoy a few chips while we talk, right?” Coco smiled as she grabbed one of the tortilla chips. “Oh...goodness. These are super greasy.” Coco frowned as she flipped the chip upside down and watched as the leftover oil splattered on the platter.

 

“Trust me, these things are the best. Grease makes everything better.” You grinned as your hungry mare devoured every bite. Coco shrugged as she bit into the salty chip. Her face lit up, prompting her to dip it in the closest bowl of sauce.

 

“Now, what else do you need to know, Miss Photo?” You grinned at Photo Finish as she struggled to keep eye contact with you.

 

“This building, your setup time, your workers...how did you get all this assembled by yourself?”

 

You had stopped with the chips and had moved on to big, thick slices of quesadilla. “Once you build a business from the ground up, doing it again is easy since you should still have connections.”

 

“But what sort of connections do you have here? It takes YEARS to be approved for any sort of deed transfer and months for building. How in Equestria did you manage all that in what feels like overnight?”

 

Photo Finish stayed firm as you turned away from your feeding and rubbing. “You think I got those permits yesterday? I've been trying to break out into Canterlot for years, now.” You laughed as you trailed a greasy hand over the soft belly beside you. “I'm well aware these things don't happen overnight, Miss Photo. Not to mention that this is a back alley club in the first place. There were no roads to block and nopony to snoop around unwanted. I wanted privacy and I got it.”

 

“I dunno why you want privacy.” Coco Pommel butted in. “All this food is great!” She moaned as she slipped a taco into her mouth, nearly sucking it all in at once. Already, her belly was sagging over her lap as the stuffed mare continued to eat.

 

You sighed. “Some ponies don't appreciate good food, Miss Coco. Some ponies see my lifestyle as something to hate and despise.” Your poker face crinkled into a vicious frown that chilled both mares to the bone. “I wouldn't be in such company right now, would I?” You snarled at them.

 

“N-NO! Not us! Not at all!” Photo Finish yelped. She cleared her throat and coughed, trying to hide the massive blush on her face.

 

They both let out a sigh of relief as you calmed down. “Good. I can already tell Miss Coco isn't such an individual. Watching her eat is simply mesmerizing, don't you agree?”

 

“I..um...there...there may be an allure to it.” Photo Finish shrugged her shoulders. “Only because she makes everything sound so good!”

 

“It really is!” Coco sighed as she grabbed one of the burritos. She chomped her way through it as best she could, sending big gulps of food down into her distended tummy. “Try SOMETHING at least.” She begged.

 

Photo Finish grabbed a taco and pushed it into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, focusing only on the food sliding down her throat. The photographer blushed as she felt a trickle of grease slide into her stomach as she tilted her head back and finished the morsel.

 

“Yes...very good.” Photo Finish sighed. “Now, what else can you tell us about building here? It must have cost a fortune. Where do you get that much money to fund a place like this?”

 

You scoffed and offered her a smile. “You two already know about my club in Ponyville. I used the profits from there to build here. Is that so odd?”

 

Photo Finish shrugged. “I suppose not.” She slumped in her chair and looked down at her notes. “I...I don't really think there is much else we can ask at the moment.” Photo Finish tried her best to find another question to break through your iron defense but every angle had been covered.

 

Flauta after flauta disappeared into your sexy friend thanks to your help. “That's too bad. I was looking forward to some hard hitting questions from....say, I don't recall what magazine you even work for.” You mused.

 

Photo Finish gulped as she stared into your eyes. “Shit...” She whispered before turning to Coco. The full mare shrugged her shoulders for a moment, only to return to her burrito.

 

“Ah, why worry about that. Tonight is for fun!” You smiled as you raised your glass. “To our future success!” You cheered.

 

Every pony at the table raised their glass and followed your lead. You tilted back the frosty drink and chugged till brain freeze forced you to stop. You giggled while rubbing the top of your mouth with your tongue as brain freeze hit everypony else.

 

“Ack, sorry. I forgot what we were drinking.” You chuckled before finishing your margarita. A greasy flauta met your lips, helping you rid yourself of the after effects of the icy booze. “Why don't we call the interview over and relax. Why not tell me a bit about yourselves?”

 

Photo Finish shook her head. “It's been a long night and we must decline. We need to rest up and begin writing our article at once. Come, Coco.”

 

Coco Pommel moaned as she clutched her stomach. Once more, the greedy mare had filled herself to the absolute limits. “Ohhhh....I dunno if I can make it.”

 

“No problem. You can borrow the room again.” You smiled as you offered them the key to Photo Finish. “Make sure you massage that tummy. Poor mare looks ready to pass out.”

 

“That sounds wonderful.” Coco moaned as she struggled to walk. Her every step was thrown off by her wobbling pendulum of a belly. Photo Finish was locked on that jiggling tummy for every step of the way.

 

“Coco...must you overeat every time we are here?” Photo Finish questioned. She eased the bloated mare onto the bed She bit her lip as her hooves brushed the impossibly full belly gurgling upon the bed.

 

“I'm sorry. I take one bite and it's so overwhelming.” Coco blushed. She forced out a belch and sighed. “No wonder the mares here are so big.” Coco turned her head towards the bedside desk. “Are the antacids still in there? I...I might need them this time...”

 

Photo Finish nodded and fetched the medicine. Along with a few tablets, an envelope was sitting inside the desk. “What is this?” She passed the tablets to Coco while inspected the package. “It's addressed to you.”

 

“Really?” Coco reached for the envelope and opened it up. “Pictures from your first interview. Enjoy.” She read aloud the note inside before looking at the photos within. “P-Photo...what....what are these?”

 

Coco Pommel pushed the pictures over to Photo Finish with a massive blush. Every single shot was not of the club, but the mares dancing around. Photo Finish began to blush as well as Coco's eyes danced over the lewd scenes in front of them.

 

“There isn't even a picture of Mister Green.” Coco puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. “A massive butt in a thong, one of the dancers on stage eating, somepony waddling away...” Coco reached the last picture and her entire head turned scarlet. The final picture of the lot was Coco herself with a massive hayburger in her mouth while rubbing a full tummy.

 

“I...I...I...” Photo Finish sputtered. No way were her glasses able to hide her emotions this time as a white hot blush smothered her face. “I...wasted the first roll of film on pictures for myself.”

 

Coco gasped. “Do you mean to say that you LIKE this?” She looked down at her stomach and poked it with her hoof. “Did you like it when I was the one eating?”

 

Photo Finish tried to speak but her voice had left her. No matter how she struggled, there was nothing she dare say to defend herself.. Slowly, Photo Finish nodded.

 

“Well then.” Coco Pommel looked away for a moment. “Was this all a charade to make me fat or something?”

 

“N-Not at all! I...was overwhelmed that first night and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to blow our cover but.” Photo Finish sighed and took off her sunglasses. “But I couldn't help myself. The thought of all those mares...and you. I'm ashamed.”

 

Photo Finish waited for the yelling. The anger. The final strike to her venerable heart. A soft giggle forced her to look at her stuffed friend as Coco began to smile. “Well...this is certainly a side of you I never expected to find. Not only do you like mares, but round ones? Fat ones?”

 

Coco reached down and gave her belly a jiggle. A tiny belch forced itself from her mouth, making Photo Finish bite her lip. “Oh my gosh, you DO!” Coco giggled once more.

 

“It's not like that!” Photo Finish denied. She took a moment to think and chose her words carefully. “For so long, I've been bound by the standards of the fashion world. It's all so strict and it stifles proper creativity.”

 

“When I see a mare confident in her own body no matter the flaws, it inspires me to new creative heights. Places that I can never properly explore and that is what fascinates me.” Photo Finish explained.

 

“Why don't you explore something a little closer?” Coco smiled as she gave her tight belly a pat. “You did offer a belly rub or two and I think that's what you owe me for letting that stuffing session get out of control....again.”

 

Photo Finish inched her way over to her bloated friend and reached out with her hooves. They sank into her belly, squishing her skin like dough. “Oh my....it's heavenly.” Photo Finish muttered as she played with Coco's stomach.

 

“Mmmm...Don't be shy.” Coco blushed as she pulled Photo closer. She shifted herself under Photo Finish, giving the photographer a perfect vantage to grope and knead that sexy tummy. “You're doing great.” Coco offered encouragement to her boss as the tension, awkwardness and tightness in her belly slowly ebbed away.

 

The air was filled with Coco's pleased moans and whimpers as her aching stomach got the rubs it needed. Her tongue slid out of her mouth in joy as her breath grew ragged and short. “Mmm...lower....right there!” She begged.

 

Photo Finish was blushing like crazy. Her hooves trembled with every squish and slosh of Coco's chubby gut. “Y-yes, of course! Am I too hard? Too soft? Can I touch here?” Her voice was soft and gentle as she relished every little wobble.

 

Soon, Coco was fast asleep. Her cute snoring filled the room as her tummy rose and fell with every breath. Photo Finish let out a sigh as a massive load of stress evaporated. She yawned as exhaustion hit her hard. “Mmm...I hope she doesn't get mad...” Photo Finish mused as she eased herself into bed and wrapped her forelegs tight around Coco's middle with a smile on her face.

 

 

 

 

 

Photo Finish awoke the next morning to the sounds of soft giggles. “You sure you don't just like fat mares.” She heard Coco tease. The photographer pulled her forelegs away and bolted upright from the bed. “Hey, I didn't say stop.” Coco pouted.

 

“I...okay.” Photo Finish bit her lip as she laid back down and wrapped her forelegs around Coco once more. “You don't mind this? I'm your boss, you know.”

 

“It's nice to be held like this. Nice and warm.” Coco cooed as she felt the grip around her tummy tighten. “Let me know when you're done...I'm starving.”

 

“Oh, really?” Photo Finish blushed as she nuzzled her face into Coco's stomach. She could hear the needy growl of an empty tummy under the soft layer of flab. “Perhaps Mister Green will have another breakfast ready for us.”

 

“Don't you mean for me?” Coco giggled once more. She sighed as Photo's hooves roamed all over Coco's chubby tummy. “I didn't expect a vacation quite like this, you know?”

 

“Should we stop? Tell Rarity we failed and end this nonsense?”

 

Coco shook her head. “I think...Rarity is wrong. She is struggling against a new fashion craze and is turning a blind eye to success.” Coco eased herself up and looked past her tummy. “You said it yourself last night. A new age of fashion, body shape and sex appeal could be at our hooves.”

 

“You really think so?” Photo Finish sighed as she pulled herself away. “Perhaps, in time. For now, we should report to Rarity and admit we can't help her.”

 

The two mares rose from the bed and walked out of the room. Coco blushed as she struggled to fit her saddle bags around her waist. She settled for widening the strap around her tummy, a fact that Photo Finish was somewhat delighted to see.

 

“Ladies! I see you woke up with a smile.” You grinned at them as they sat down at the bar. “Can I offer you some breakfast before you go?”

 

Coco looked over at Photo Finish. The photographer gave a small nod and sat down. The hungry tailor giggled with glee as she sat down as well. “Oh my, somepony is hungry! Should we get right to it, then?”

 

With a snap of your fingers, the kitchen crew marched out with several hot platters of cinnamon rolls, crepes stuffed with fruit and chocolate along with plenty of doughnuts. Coco was drooling at the sight as her stomach let out a desperate growl.

 

“Please, dig in. Have as much as you like.” You poured a heavy amount of food onto a plate and offered it to Coco while gathering up a modest amount for Photo. “Have a good night?” You asked while you served up orange juice.

 

“Ja. It was...something.” Photo Finish blushed. She gripped a cinnamon roll with her hooves and watched as the icing dripped onto the plate before taking a bite. “Mmm...these are great!”

 

Coco was certainly in agreement, shoveling them into her mouth at a rapid pace. “Yesh dey are!” She moaned through a full bite of food before washing it all down with juice. “How in Equestria is all the food here so tasty?”

 

“My chefs are top notch from all over the world. They are specially trained to bring out delicious, savory flavors that entice anypony to eat to their heart's content.” You looked over at Photo Finish as she seemed to be enjoying herself much more than usual. “Wouldn't you both agree?”

 

They nodded with happy smiles as they continued to eat. You watched as Coco easily outpaced Photo, munching down on the last of her gooey cinnamon rolls. She struggled to wipe away the icing on her lips before rubbing her stomach. “Too bad we finished the interview. I'm going to miss these delicious meals.”

 

“Oh, time to go back to your modeling agency so soon?” You quipped. Both sets of eyes were locked on you as you bared your teeth in a flashy grin. “I'm sure Rarity needs to know that your little stakeout was a failure, right?”

 

“How...how do you know that??” Photo Finish gulped hard as a cold sweat dripped down her neck.

 

You tossed an envelope onto the table. “It's not hard to recognize big names in Canterlot. Even easier when they are the constant talk of the town.” They opened the envelope, revealing snippets from their latest magazine cover.

 

“Photo Finish, the number one fashion photographer in all of Equestria and Coco Pommel, her trustworthy assistant and tailor for all her photo shoots. You didn't even bother to disguise yourselves or give each other code names.”

 

Fear shook them to the core as more pictures popped up. Pictures of them chatting with Mister Green. Pictures of them talking to the bouncers and putting on their masks. Even pictures of Coco eating alongside two obese mares.

 

“I know Rarity put you up to this, which leaves me in a situation. Normally, I would have just torn up these photos under the promise that you never returned...”

 

Photo Finish bit her lip. “What...do you want?”

 

You smiled as you loaded up another plate and shoved it towards Coco. “Feed her. Don't stop until I say. Do that and MAYBE I'll begin negotiations.”

 

Coco looked over at the massive servings. The original plate was still overloaded with crepes and doughnuts and the second helping seemed to be even bigger. “Okay. I'll do it!”

 

“What? Is...that really okay?” Photo Finish asked.

 

“Be gentle...and make sure you rub my tummy while I eat.” Coco winked as she pushed a plate into Photo's hooves. She opened her mouth and waited for the feast to begin.

 

Photo Finish looked at her friend and then over to you. You smiled and nodded as you sat back and watched her pick up one of the crepes. It delighted you to see Photo Finish ease it into Coco's mouth with a giddy expression on her face while her free hoof rubbed Coco's tummy under the bar.

 

“Let me know if I'm going too fast.” Photo Finish asked. Coco giggled as she snapped up the crepe in Photo's hooves and slurped it down as fast as she could. The next one came at a faster pace, forcing Coco to chew a bit quicker.

 

Coco moaned as the food disappeared into her mouth. You resumed your meal and took in the wonderful show as the crepes gave way to the doughnuts. “Coco, I think Miss Finish is a little busy. Make sure she gets a bit of breakfast before you devour it all.”

 

Photo Finish blushed hard as a cinnamon roll crashed into her lips. Icing and cinnamon smeared over her cheeks as Coco insisted with a smile. Photo Finish opened her mouth and was forced to take a massive bite. “Mmmmffff!” She struggled around the heavy slice of pastry in her mouth, swallowing it all at once.

 

“Wunderbar...” Photo Finish whispered as she accepted another bite. The gigantic servings whittled down to frosting, crumbs and icing as the two mares forced each other to eat. They sat back in their chairs with pleased faces as they massaged full bellies.

 

“Extraordinary. I know you mares are ready for negotiations, now.” You grinned. The plates were cleared from the table and replaced with stacks of paper. “I told you when you first arrived that I enjoy mares that love themselves and food. I can see that spark within the both of you and wish to offer a business proposition.”

 

“Wha....what sort of business?” Photo Finish raised her brow.

 

You scattered a few fashion magazines on the table. “You two are some of the biggest trendsetters in Canterlot. A dress, outfit or style approved by you hits the mainstream and completely turns the tide of how ponies see themselves.”

 

“I want you to write magazines, take pictures and design outfits for my mares and The Greased Slut.” You pulled out a sheet of paper and draped it over one of the magazines. “I've seen the way you look at other mares, Photo Finish. You want them to be all they can be, not what society says they should be.”

 

You gestured to Coco rubbing her distended, heavy gut. “She alone is proof of that. You can do whatever you'd like, as long as it involves my mares and my club.”

 

Photo Finish flipped through your ideas. “Pin-up shots...articles about the mares...weight gain tips? What in Equestria?” Her hooves shook as she read over each bullet point. “I already have my own fashion empire! Why would I throw it away!” She sneered.

 

“Because you're tired of it? Because working with prissy mares that scream and yell and moan that everything has to be perfect is exhausting? There must be dozens of reasons why.”

 

Photo Finish pushed your ideas away. “I have my own modeling agency and reputation. I don't need your ideas.”

 

“Miss Finish, please!” Coco Pommel cried out. “Why are you being so harsh about all this?”

 

“Rarity was right. You ARE trying to take over the industry! You'll ruin all our hard work!” Photo Finish frowned as she rose up to her hooves. “Coco, let's go.”

 

“Only if you answer me this.” Coco took a deep breath and smiled. “Why don't you follow your dreams and accept his offer? Didn't you say that you wanted to cast aside the chains of the status quo?”

 

“Guh...that...that was!” Photo Finish stammered. “Changing my entire brand wont work! Ponies will never accept it!”

 

“So?” Coco frowned as she eased herself out of her chair and hugged Photo Finish. “Watching you...feeding me...eating with me...it was the happiest I've ever seen you. Why wont you take his offer?”

 

“I...” Photo Finish struggled to find the words. “It's...not fair!” She began to sob. “I've worked my whole life committed to whatever it meant to succeed. I put aside my own desires to lead everypony in the fashion world and now what? Give up on all that just because the opportunity to do what I've always dreamed of is practically forced on me with no guarantee of success?”

 

Coco removed Photo Finish's sunglasses and pulled her in close. “Shhh...it's okay.” She pat her friend on the back and rocked from side to side.

 

“There's no way I should accept this. It feels WRONG!” Photo Finish whimpered as she clutched Coco tight as she could.

 

You cleared your throat. “I don't mean to butt in and ruin things but you know what they say. Sometimes, things feel wrong even when they feel so right. Give in to those base desires we all repress. HAVE FUN with yourself and smile.”

 

Photo Finish watched as you approached her. You gently wiped the tears from her eyes and handed her those trademark sunglasses of hers. “Think about it. Free control to do whatever you want. Any mare for your muse. Any food you want them to eat. Any article you wish to write. Nopony here to hold you back but yourself.”

 

“Throw away everything for this? What if something goes wrong?”

 

You placed a hand over your heart. “I'll take care of things for you until you get back on your hooves. Don't worry about what has happened or what you think might happen. Worry about what you want right NOW and go for it. Shape your own future as you see fit.”

 

A tiny smile spread across Photo's face. “You're right...I don't have to completely quit my modeling agency all at once, right? Ease into making it work and if it doesn't, I can go back.” Photo Finish looked at her sunglasses for a moment before putting them on the table. “I wont hide anymore. The true Photo Finish starts her career today!”

 

She pulled you into the hug as well, forcing you to crouch down to her level. “Thank you.” She whispered before letting you go.

 

“First things first. Go and tell Rarity that the trail is cold so she gets off our back. After that, come back whenever you can and you can let me know everything you need to get started.” You gave the girls a wave as they walked out of the club. “The tables have turned yet again. Checkmate, Rarity.”

 

Photo Finish and Coco Pommel walked into their modeling agency with their heads held high and a little more bounce to their step. Coco was showing a bit of jiggle as her full tummy was busy digesting her sugary breakfast. “Girls!” They heard somepony shout from the back. “Thank goodness you've arrived! I feared the worst when you didn't come back right away!”

 

“Hello, Rarity.” Photo Finish smiled as the white unicorn gripped her in a hug. “Sorry for the delay. We ran into a little problem or two but nothing we couldn't handle.”

 

“No problems at all! Did...did you get the thing?” Rarity grinned.

 

“There was no evidence of Fancy Pants or Fleur de Lis at the club at all.” Coco pouted. “We went to the club a few days ago and were told the owner didn't want to speak but suddenly got a call from somepony wanting to see us. When we returned two nights ago, we met a very odd creature on two legs wearing a green mask.”

 

“Anonymous...” Rarity growled. “What did he say?”

 

“He claimed that nopony important ever visited the club nor did he keep tabs on anypony.” Photo Finish shrugged. “We would have tried again but there is just no way they were ever there.”

 

Rarity's jaw was slack. “No! No no no no! I SAW Fleur de Lis a week ago and she was as big as a whale! The only way she'd ever get like that is at that trashy place!”

 

“Rarity, please!” Coco sighed. “I know what you're thinking but there's nothing there. Plus, we're rather tired from being up all night trying to get information and want everything to go back to normal.”

 

The unicorn sighed. “I appreciate you trying at least. If you need any help or a favor, let me know.” She gave her friends a quick hug before exiting the building.

 

“Mister Green was right...she's so clueless!” Coco giggled. “She must have been so stressed from the agency since she didn't notice your missing glasses or my rounder belly.”

 

“It is just like Anonymous says. She casts a blind eye to the truth.” Photo Finish smiled as she walked over to her workers. “Everypony, you are dismissed for the day. Miss Pommel and I need to do some rearranging and planning so go on and get out of here.”

 

Once everypony had cleared out, Photo Finish smiled. “Ready to start our new lives, my chubby assistant?”

 

 

 

 

 

Production of your new magazine, Fat Fashions, had finally begun. Photo Finish spearheaded the whole project with ease, commanding Coco Pommel, you, and your mares into exactly what she needed to make it thrive.

 

Coco was a sewing machine, using her talents to create several new dresses every day. They shined like diamonds upon your mares as they posed and flaunted themselves for the camera. Everypony was smiling as dozens of pictures were taken and printed out for your magazine.

 

Your favorite days were the kinky shoots, of course. Dim lighting and sexy smiles set the mood as your obese girls did what they were best at. Photo Finish was drooling as she watched her favorite new models groping their bellies, shaking their rears and diving muzzle first into whatever food was on hand.

 

It pleased you to watch Coco Pommel's appetite increase as the days went on. A hoof was always bringing some sort of snack to her mouth while she worked, keeping herself full all day while she labored over a new dress or a sexy set of lingerie. Not even Photo Finish was immune to the food, growing out little by little into a plump, sexy mare.

 

“Wunderbar! Today's shoot was a total success!” Photo Finish grinned as the last mare waddled off the set. She closed her eyes, salivating as she imagined how sexy the pictures would look. “About time we head out to the club for a little bit of fun, ja?”

 

“Actually, I think we have time for one more shoot.” You grinned.

 

“What? Who else do we need for today?” Photo Finish blushed as she watched Coco waddle her way up to the stage, clad in a tight corset and matching panties.

 

“I've got hunch on who they might be.” You giggled as Photo Finish began to blush.

 

“Wait...they? Who is going to join her?”

 

You smirked as you reached down and gripped a chubby love handle from Photo Finish and jiggled it. “Oh I think we've got somepony perfect for the role of feeder for this shoot.”

 

“Wha...I...I...” Her whole face lit up like a cherry as you groped her body. “You want...me?”

 

“Of course. You technically work for me with our little arrangement and I want you two to be the centerfold for the first magazine.”

 

“But..we aren't workers for the Greased Slut...” Coco mentioned.

 

“You could be. I wont push the matter on you but think about it. Getting paid here and there to eat and fatten up other mares? You two have been behind the camera all your life. Now it's time to be in the spotlight.”

 

Photo Finish took a deep breath. “Is that wise? Our cover could be blown if we show up at the club like that.”

 

“Not to worry. I already have your masks made.” You grinned as you revealed two customized masks. Coco's mask was the same color as her coat with lots of lacy frills accenting it all over. Photo's mask resembled an asymmetrical camera that caught the eye with bold colors and tinted shades for the eyes.

 

“Wow...I like it.” Coco smiled as she waddled over and slipped on her mask. It fit her like a dream, making her puff out her chest with pride.

 

“It's so....unique...and bizarre. I love it” Photo Finish smiled as she donned her mask. “Are these built in sunglasses?”

 

“I made yours extra special.” You grinned as you tapped a button on the side. The shades in her mask slid away, revealing her eyes. Another press revealed a viewfinder lens. “When you're at the club, you can press this button to swap the shades out and then this button on the side to take pictures. Good for capturing important moments.”

 

“Wunderbar.” Photo Finish smiled. “Does this make us official dancers at the club, now?”

 

“Yes it does. You're part of the family now and that means no more secrets.” You pulled off your mask and smiled. “I know it's not much of a secret since I'm the only human but it gives off the mystery one needs to run such a sinful club.”

 

“Now...what do you say to a few pictures?” You approached the tripod and took the camera into your hands. “Act natural. Do whatever you like.”

 

Coco blushed as Photo Finish walked up to her with a box of cinnamon rolls in her hooves. “You like these the best, ja? Open wide, my precious piggy.” Photo Finish gently placed the cinnamon roll on Coco's lips and let her take the first bite.

 

You watched through the lens as Coco ate and ate. Photo Finish wasted no time in feeding the next roll to her piggy, smearing lots of sweet icing onto her lips. You clicked the button as fast as you could as Photo Finish leaned forward and kissed away the mess upon Coco's face.

 

“Photo....You....” Coco was blushing hard as Photo Finish pushed a cinnamon roll into her own mouth and kissed Coco hard. They embraced for a moment, rubbing each other and squishing their tummies together as they forced themselves to eat.

 

“Holy fuck, this is hot.” You moaned under your breath. The camera clicked again and again as both mares devoured the cinnamon rolls in seconds. Your hands shook as Photo Finish slowly untied the corset and freed Coco's belly from the tight prison.

 

“You've always been a beautiful mare in my eyes, Coco.” Photo Finish confessed as she kissed her again. “I've been afraid to say it for so long but now I can't resist you any longer. Photo Finish slid down and kissed Coco's belly as she let her hooves sink into her partner's flab.

 

“Photooooooo.” Coco moaned with shallow breath. She pulled Photo Finish onto the nearby bed, making it creak as the heavy mares flopped onto it. “You're teasing me too much!” She squirmed as the kissed dropped lower and lower.

 

Even you were red and flushed as Photo Finish spread Coco's legs apart. Her belly sagged between her thighs, blocking you from getting a perfect shot. “Hmm. I love a challenge.” Photo Finish teased as she nuzzled her face into Coco's tummy before pushing it aside.

 

Your finger slammed the button on the camera, only to meet resistance. “Huh? Take the fucking picture!!” You looked at the camera and your heart sank. “No more film? Just my fucking luck!” A moan pulled you back to the scene as Coco was shivering with delight. “Screw it.” You said as you did your best to commit every single detail to memory as the two sexy mares made this a night nobody would forget.

 

 

 

 

 

“I can't believe it. Our magazine is almost ready to print!” Photo Finish giggled as she followed you into the club. “One more week and I finally get to show the new me for the public.”

 

“You should be proud. You're going to be a great help for getting the Greased Slut out there to the rest of Equestria.” You grinned as you spotted Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis walking from the changing rooms. “Ah, the actual owners of the club are her to RUN it. How nice of them.”

 

Coco and Photo stopped. “Wait...THEY DO OWN THIS PLACE?” Photo Finish rolled her eyes and sighed. “We were tricked!”

 

Her sexy tailor chucked as she hugged Photo Finish. “Oh well. Would it have been better if we were successful?”

 

Everypony laughed as you sat down for one last drink. “No regrets after tonight. We'll have all we need for the magazine tonight with your performance.” You raised your mug and made a toast. “To Photo Finish and Coco Pommel. Our newest workers, business partners and most importantly, our new friends.”

 

With a hearty slam, every mug crashed into yours. Everypony chugged down their drink and smiled. “For a new future.” Photo Finish puffed out her chest as she walked backstage with Coco.

 

It didn't take long for the duo to set up. Coco lined up a few of her own outfits backstage while Photo Finish grabbed her camera and tripod. You waited in the audience as the warm ups got the crowd riled up for the big show.

 

“Colts of the Greased Slut, welcome to the main attraction. Tonight, we have a very special guest. A first time duo act on the stage. Give it up for Hot Coco and Flashy Finish!” The stallions stomped their hooves as Flashy Finish marched onto the stage.

 

“The spring fashion line is upon us! We must have the perfect outfits for any occasion, whether that is a casual meeting, a formal dinner or perhaps a pig out at the local buffet.” Flashy Finish grinned as she took her position. “We are lucky to have the perfect tailor and model for all our outfits today. Come forth, Hot Coco!”

 

Hot Coco waddled out onto the stage, wearing a light, floaty dress. You could see the seams straining to hold back her wobbling flab as she strut out on stage. The stallion cheers as Coco flaunted herself here and there, doing her best to make the seams creak and groan. Flashy Finish took a picture or two before rushing over and shoving a popsicle into Coco's mouth.

 

Everypony moaned as Coco sucked and slurped on the tasty treat, making sure to shove it as far as she could into her mouth. Hot Coco gave her rump a little shake as she disappeared behind the curtain. The stick was thrown into the audience as she vanished, sending the stallions into a frenzy for the scrap of trash.

 

“What about business? A mare must look her best for the occasion no matter what.” In a flash, Coco was back on stage wearing an ill fitting suit. Her soft flesh strained every button on the poor garment, hugging her body and showing off all her curves. Another cheer from the audience as she struck a pose and one of the buttons from her shirt popped off.

 

“Here, my darling. Cool off that hot body with this.” Flashy Finish was there with an ice cream cone stacked high with all sorts of creamy, tasty flavors. Coco wasted no time in tackling the dessert, smearing it all over her mouth before shoving fist sized globes of ice cream down her throat.

 

“Mmmm. I'm so stuffed already. Hope I don't pop.” Coco teased as she continued eating for the crowd. Flashy Finish was in heaven with every sexy picture she captured.

 

A few more buttons gone and Coco was done with the ice cream. She moaned and rubbed what exposed flesh she could before belching for the crowd. Coco eased herself back behind the curtain as the final meal was brought out.

 

It took two bouncers to heave the enormous bowl of ice cream onto the stage. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup, sprinkles and cherries covered the titanic treat, ensuring a delicious and fattening show. “We here at the Greased Slut appreciate the time it takes for our mares to dress up for us, but what about when they wish to relax? Take off that tight clothing and simply be at peace? We have an outfit for that as well.”

 

Coco waddled back onto the stage wearing a simple white tank top and matching shorts. Her belly was left free to wobble and swing under her while her shorts were riding up her ass. Flashy Finish drooled as her sexy showoff approached the ice cream and struck one final pose before plunging her muzzle into the melting delight.

 

You watched with glee as Coco inhaled the dessert. Her stomach inched out with every desperate swallow, straining the seams on her tight clothing. Flashy Finish was burning through film like it was out of style with every picture a testament to her new freedom.

 

The crowd went wild as Coco's gluttony ravaged her outfit. Little tears filled the shirt as more and more ice cream was digesting into new fat. Her shorts were bursting at the seams as her swelling ass and sexy hips demanded more room. Coco's light blue coat could be seen oozing from the various openings in her clothing and yet the gigantic mare continued to eat.

 

RIIIIIIPPPPP

 

Her clothes gave up with one big gulp of ice cream. The shirt and shorts fell to the floor as useless scraps. All Coco was wearing on stage was a pair of royal purple panties that barely covered anything. “Good girl.” Flashy Finish whispered as she clicked a small remote in her hoof.

 

Instantly, Coco's face went red as something began to vibrate. Her legs grew weak as something was buzzing on stage. She pushed herself towards the ice cream and continued to eat. Her moans were amplified through the bowl, making everypony squirm in pleasure.

 

“What the...?” You mused. “I didn't approve something like this!” There was only one pony who could be responsible for such a lewd act on stage and she was drooling all over herself behind the camera.

 

“Wunderbar...” Flashy Finish grinned as she dialed up the intensity. Coco moaned even louder as she struggled to finish her meal. Her stomach was inches from the ground as she slurped up the last bits of syrup and melted ice cream. She sat down on her massive rear and moaned right into an ear shattering belch.

 

As soon as Coco was done, you signaled the lighting crew. Everything in the club went dark at your command, allowing you to rush the stage. “Ahh!” Coco cried out as you heaved her up to her hooves and helped her waddle offstage.

 

“Coco, are you alright?” You asked as you knelt down in front of her. Coco's face was still bright red as she struggled to catch her breath. A moment later, the stage lights clicked back on, allowing Flashy Finish to follow you backstage.

 

“I'm fine. Don't worry.” She offered you a smile.

 

“Okay. Did she at least let you know about that?” You inquired.

 

Coco nodded as Photo Finish approached her. “We thought it might be a little fun, ya know?”

 

You sighed in relief. “While I'm glad it was consensual, I don't approve of such things on stage. Photo, Coco, come to the office with me.” You led them like an unhappy school teacher, walking behind them to make sure they couldn't run off.

 

“It was just a little show! The shots of her eating are a masterpiece of design!” Photo Finish protested as you closed the door behind you. You pressed the button for the pop out bed and grabbed something from the nearby shelves.

 

“Photo. Lie down on your back.” You commanded. The mare did as she was told and pushed herself onto the bed. “I want you to trust me. We wont do anything serious.” Before she could ask, your hands rushed to her hooves and tied her to the bed.

 

“Wha? Hey! Untie meeeee!” Photo Finish blushed as you trailed a hand from her belly button to her pussy. “Guh...y..you!” Her growl lacked the proper bite as you teased her a bit more.

 

You pressed the intercom button on the wall. “Kitchen? Send up one of those mega sundae platters that you served Hot Coco.” In seconds, another huge bowl was pushed into the office, right next to the bed.

 

“Your punishment for provoking such a lewd performance tonight will be as follows. You will eat every single bite of this ice cream as we see fit. Prepared to get pampered.” You smiled as you handed Coco a big spoon and some rather interesting toys.

 

“Have some fun with her, Coco. Let her know how it feels.” Both mares blushed as Coco waddled up to her friend.

 

“Even though what happened on stage was really kinky...Mister Green says I have to. Eat up..p-piggy!” Coco scooped up a big helping of the ice cream and forced it into Photo's mouth. The photographer moaned as her cheeks bulged with sweet cream.

 

While Coco was busy feeding, your hands were all over Photo's tummy. You groped and squeezed her chubby gut, making her moan through every bite. A kiss here, a kiss there, you kept her stimulated and bothered as she ate.

 

You couldn't resist poking your finger into her navel and ticking her sensitive flesh. Photo moaned hard before another scoop was pushed into her mouth. Coco leaned down and kissed a few sticky glob of ice cream off of Photo Finish before tagging out.

 

With you in control of the food, things accelerated. Your spoon was always near her mouth, never waiting to see if she was done with her current serving. Photo's stomach began to bloat and bulge outward as the stuffing truly began.

 

Coco, meanwhile, gripped a small egg shaped vibrator from the pile of toys. She clicked it on and giggled as she let the vibe dance along Photo's thick thighs. “Ahh! Oh fuck...” Photo Finish moaned and squirmed as the vibrator inched closer to her sex.

 

“H-hey! Put that back!” She screamed as Coco pulled away. Instead, she set the toy on the lowest setting and buried it into Photo's navel. “You...” She tried to grumble and moan but another heavy scoop of ice cream stopped her complaining.

 

“Such a noisy eater. Maybe piggy would like us to melt all this ice cream and chug it all at once?” You teased her as you grabbed a roll of her flabby gut and wobbled it about. Coco was busy rubbing that full tummy as you swapped roles once more.

 

“She just needs a little love...and a lot more food, don't you think?” Coco cooed in delight as she resumed serving up the ice cream. Half of the titanic treat was sloshing about in Photo's tummy while Coco continued to scoop more and more for her piggy.

 

“Of course. She's cute but not as sexy or round as you are.” You grinned as you grabbed a thin dildo from the toy pile and traced it along Photo's lower lips. She squirmed and bucked her hips with need, yet couldn't find the release she needed as you pulled the toy away. “Gotta finish your meal, fatty. No play time till you swallow it all up.”

 

Photo Finish was helpless. Her face was deep scarlet and sweat dripped from her as her stomach groaned and gurgled in anger. She was beyond stuffed and completely frustrated as you continued to tease her to the limits. The bed was soaked in arousal as her pussy twitched with every bite.

 

“Uuuuhhhhggggg....” Photo Finish moaned as the last bite was forced into her tummy. She gulped it down and sighed as your hands and Coco's hooves massaged her belly.

 

“Time for the finishing blow. I'll allow you to have the honors.” You smiled as you handed Coco a thick dildo. Coco blushed as she traced the veins with her hoof before lining it up to Photo's tight slit.

 

“That....that thing? You'll break me in half!: Photo Finish whimpered. Yet she couldn't deny her need as she struggled to grind her thighs against the wide flare. Coco eased it close and pressed it against Photo's pussy, letting her arousal smear all over the shiny plastic.

 

“Ggg....hahhh....” Photo Finish moaned. She was at the breaking point and Coco was ready to give her the finale. With a smooth thrust, Coco pushed the dildo inside. Photo Finish screamed as she was filled to the brim at last.

 

“You like that, Piggy? All that time spent feeding me and now it's my turn.” Coco giggled as she pulled the dildo out. “Maybe if you told me you were such a slut in the first place, we could have done this sooner.”

 

Coco sped up her thrusts, making Photo Finish squirm hard. Restrained and full, all Photo Finish could do was lie back and take it. Her belly wobbled with every push of the dildo, making her moan and shudder as pleasure rocked her core.

 

Photo Finish tightened up as a hard thrust forced her to the peak. She screamed out in a shrill tone before going slack upon the bed. Coco left the thick toy inside her friend as she waddled over to Photo Finish. “All better?” She asked with a kiss.

 

Photo Finish gave a weak nod, then passed out. Her cute little snores filled the room as her tummy gurgled and sloshed in frustration. “Wow...that was fun. Really fun.” Coco blushed as she looked over the scene as you untied the sleeping piggy.

 

She looked over to you and bit her lip as she caught sight of your erection. “Mister Green....is there another bed in here?” Coco shuddered as she reached behind her and pulled off her panties. The crotch was damp and her thighs were glistening with honey. Coco moaned as she inched the cloth from between her cheeks and sighed as a thick vibrator eased itself from her back door.

 

“Oh my. That's extremely lewd, Miss Coco.” You rushed over and pressed another button, activating another bed from the wall. “I suppose I can accommodate your needs as well, since you were so good on stage tonight.”

 

Coco hopped onto the bed and watched as you disrobed. Her eyes were wide as she watched your member spring out from your underwear. “F...fuck.” She whispered as you couldn't help but strut to the bed.

 

She bit her lip and shuddered as her hooves reached back and spread apart her rear. Her clit was winking like crazy and her asshole was still slightly agape from her toy. “Fuck my ass hard...I need that dick so bad!”

 

You growled as you pressed your cock against her slit. Coco shuddered in bliss as you teased her just enough to make her squirm. She could feel your cock squishing into her fat cheeks as you slowly approached her rear. “Yeeeessssss.” Coco groaned as she felt you plunge into her ass.

 

Coco's heavy cheeks wobbled as you pressed your body against her flesh. Her weight slammed into you with delight as she forced your erection as deep as it would go. “You're about to cum already, aren't you? My my, what a naughty butt slut we have here.” You slapped her ass hard before gripping her waist and pulling out.

 

You pushed yourself in and confirmed your suspicions. With only one thrust, you had reduced Coco to a puddle of drool and arousal. The aroused mare face planted into the pillows and bit them hard. Her whole body squirmed and twitched as you pulled out, only for your thrust to reduce her to nothingness.

 

A mesmerizing ripple flowed through her body with every thrust, making it hard to stop. You picked up your pace as best you could, even with Coco gripping you tight. You let your hands roam her body from her thick thighs to her round, swollen belly. “M...More!” She demanded as her tongue flopped from her mouth.

 

There was no more need to delay as you plunged in as quick and as deep as you could. Your hands sank into her ass as you pushed in one final time and exploded inside her. Coco screamed again and again as you filled her up, legs twitching as she climaxed hard.

 

Her breath was ragged and her face was buried into the mattress. You could barely hear her request but you were more than happy to comply. There was a brief pause as you collected yourself and wiped the sweat from your brow before you resumed your thrusting for another round.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rarity bounced as she made her way through the streets of Canterlot. Her magic dragged along a rack of her finest dresses for the summer styles that Photo Finish had been requesting. “Another fashion shoot will surely raise my popularity in Canterlot! I can't wait to see Coco's face when I show off these beauties.”

 

The unicorn couldn't help but smile as she walked into the modeling agency. She nodded to the secretary who was busy stuffing a doughnut into her face. “Hello there! I'm here to talk with Miss Finish about the summer line she requested.”

 

“Sure thing. She's expecting you.” The secretary buzzed Rarity into the back while chugging a soda.

 

“Dear me. She looks rather bloated. I hope Photo's clients don't get the wrong impression...” Rarity shrugged as she pulled along her dresses to the back. “I'm sure I can find a moment or two to discuss it with her.”

 

Rarity walked into the main photo shoot, expecting to see Photo Finish behind the camera. Instead, a rather large mare was taking picture after picture of a model that looked as if it had swallowed a watermelon. “Oh...my....what? What?” Rarity sputtered as she looked at the scene.

 

Her smile was shattered as the mare at the camera turned and noticed her. “Ah, Rarity! So good to see you again. Have you got the summer lineup prepared?”

 

“That voice...Photo Finish? Is that you???” Rarity forced a weak smile on her face as the photographer waddled forward.

 

“Ja, the one and only. Glad you could make it. Coco really needs the help.” She pointed to the corner where Coco was working. Rarity nearly fainted as the doughy tailor had thread in one hand and a doughnut in the other. Coco's belly sagged below her knees, making Rarity question everything she knew about her friends.

 

“Photo Finish! If I may be so...blunt. Is there something wrong? Have you been eating well?”

 

“Ahahaha! All is well here. No problems.” She smiled at Rarity as the unicorn grit her teeth.

 

“So...your appearance...the model...Coco? Everything is...fine?”

 

“Oh, so THAT'S what you mean.” Photo Finish smiled as she grabbed a magazine from the table. “Nothing is wrong at all. You must be behind on the new trends.”

 

Rarity felt the warmth drain from her face as she read the title of the magazine. “Fat...Fat Fashions. The magazine for the trendy mare with a belly.” On the cover was the unmistakable image of Coco and Photo sharing a doughnut between each other.

 

“Hi Rarity!” Coco giggled as she waddled over to the dress rack. “Mind if I take a peek?” She unzipped a few of the garment bags. “Oh dear...”

 

“What? What's wrong???” Rarity called out as she dropped the magazine.

 

“Nothing major. These dresses are simply too SMALL.” Coco giggled as she pulled one from the rack and attempted to drape it over her flabby body. “With today's craze, you wont fit ANY sort of mare with these. No big deal, I can widen them out for you.”

 

“I...I...What happened to everypony?? Am I the only sane one here?” Rarity shouted.

 

Coco giggled as she looked at a few more of the dresses. “We can give you a few notes on what's been selling to help you catch up.” Coco smiled. “Here are some of the current trends and measurements. Study them up while you can because I think the trend is really gonna become a big one.” Coco winked as she flipped through Fat Fashions and pointed to one of the articles.

 

“Ja, no doubt.” Photo Finish smiled from behind the camera. “You might want to take that magazine with you. Lots of good tips for a mare like yourself.”

 

“Thank...thank you.” Rarity gripped the corner of the magazine with her magic. “Oh, haha...look at the time. I MUST be going!” Rarity rushed out of the building, leaving Coco and Photo chuckling to themselves.

 

Rarity ducked into a side alley and scanned the filthy magazine in front of her. “Weight gain tips? The trendiest buffets in Canterlot.” Rarity's jaw dropped as she found the centerfold image of Coco Pommel and Photo Finish groping each other while kissing. “THIS IS PORNOGRAPHY! INDECENT! UNCLEAN!” Rarity shuddered in disgust.

 

She dropped the magazine to the ground in a hurry. The back cover stared at her, revealing an advertisement for The Greased Slut. “Anonymous. You have corrupted TOO MANY ponies to your SICK GAME.” Rarity grit her teeth as she rolled up the magazine and tucked it into her saddlebags. “If you wont listen to reason, Anonymous, I will call down righteous fire the likes that your sinful club has never seen before!”

 

Rarity rushed back to her boutique as fast as she could. She would need the BEST plan in order to bring Anonymous to justice. Her hooves worked quick as lightning as she packaged the unacceptable magazine into a large envelope with a scalding note inside. “To the Royal Mailbox of Princess Celestia and Luna.” Rarity cackled as she set her ultimate plan into motion