The Greased Slut: Chubby Charity

 

Rarity slowly reached out with her hoof and slapped her alarm. “Grrrr...stupid thing!” She groaned as her hoof slapped it again and again. Her strikes paid off as Rarity managed to click the Snooze button and halt the dreadful alarm.

 

She rolled away from her alarm and sighed. How many times had she pressed that button? Rarity pretended the number was still in the single digits but she knew better. She knew it had to be sometime close to noon with all her stalling. Just five more minutes and she can start her morning...afternoon....start her day, at the very least.

 

“RARITY! OPEN UP!” A voice called from the front door of Carousel Boutique. Rarity shut her eyes, focused on ignoring whatever problem had stumbled her way. “RARITY!” The voice called out again before banging on her front door.

 

With a wistful sigh, Rarity opened her eyes and slowly rolled out of bed. Her horn lit up as a blueish aura grabbed the alarm clock and finally silenced the buzzing for good. Rarity dragged her hooves downstairs and unlocked her door with her magic.

 

“Finally! What's up, Rarity?” Rainbow Dash walked into the boutique with a massive smile on her face. She walked in and removed her goggles and the hood from her Wonderbolts uniform. Her happy gaze softened as she spotted the disheveled unicorn awaiting her. “Whoa...Rarity, you stay up all night working again?”

 

“Hm? Oh, yes. Forgive me, darling. Today just hasn't been my day. You know how it can be.” Rarity forced a smile on her weary face, hoping that Rainbow Dash would take the little white lie and leave it at that.

 

“I hear ya. Things aren't going good for the Wonderbolts either.” Rainbow Dash smiled once more as reached into her saddlebags and pulled out a gigantic sack of bits. “Things are running a little...tight....for me and the crew and everypony is hoping we can put your amazing sewing skills to the test.”

 

A small gleam of happiness flashed in Rarity's eyes as Rainbow Dash spoke. “Oh darling, work for the Wonderbolts? I'd be honored to! What exactly do you need?”

 

Rainbow Dash blushed as she slowly reached back towards her uniform. Her hoof grabbed the zipped and pulled it down her belly. Rarity cringed as a soft, doughy gut began to spill from the tight fitting uniform, wobbling free from the confines of the spandex.

 

“See, the thing is...a lot of the 'bolts are really competitive...” Rainbow Dash bit her lip for a moment as a hint of guilt flashed on her face. “...and well, seems a lot of us get heated about eating competitions and now some of us are having trouble squeezing into our uniforms.”

 

“Is there any way we could get new suits? With cool magic to make it look like aren't busting out of our uniforms?”

 

Rarity began circling her friend, taking in all the small details she hadn't noticed before. Rainbow's cheeks certainly had a new softness that seemed alien on the athlete. It was hard to tell due to the outfit but her blue rump certainly seemed packed into the tight spandex suit.

 

The real kicker was the blue belly hanging out of the zipper. Rainbow Dash seemed to be carrying a lot of her extra weight in her gut, forcing the suit to really struggle to keep it hidden. Rarity could see all the seams around the zipped stretched to capacity in their struggle to keep the Wonderbolt's stomach tucked away.

 

“Well...I would personally recommend a bit more exercise from somepony such as a Wonderbolt before resizing a uniform. Wouldn't you agree?”

 

“Pff, and lose this sexy bod? No way!” Rainbow Dash leaned in and whispered to Rarity. “Between you and me, I think Soarin has been REALLY scoping out on my flanks for a while now. He can't get enough of the jiggle, ya know?”

 

Rainbow Dash pulled away as she tapped the bag of bits. “Plus, this is more of a request for ALL the Wonderbolts. It's not just me that's asking.”

 

Rarity was at a loss. ALL the Wonderbolts? She shuddered at the idea of a whole platoon of athletes struggling to fit into their uniforms, let alone be happy with it. “Well...I have no idea how to even make clothing that would hide such...blossoming talents as yours. Not to mention I would have to get their measurements to make sure the uniforms actually fit...”

 

“Eh, go ask Twilight. I'm sure she has some sort of book about this junk.” Rainbow Dash shoved the bag of bits into Rarity's hooves. “I'll let the 'bolts know when they need to come over for measurements and junk. Lemme know when you need them, okay?”

 

Rainbow Dash exhaled slowly, then sucked in her gut as best she could and quickly yanked the zipper up her belly. “Oof, hopefully that's sooner rather than later. I dunno how much longer Fleetfoot is gonna stay crammed into her uniform. See ya later, Rarity!”

 

“Dash, wait!” Rarity tried to call out to Rainbow Dash but the speedy mare was already gone. Maybe not quite as fast as she was before due to her weight, but fast enough to escape Rarity's plea. “Oh no....now I HAVE to make these uniforms...”

 

Rarity glanced down at the bag in her hands. The bits jingled about as she set it down with a heavy sigh. “The first real commission in a while...and it's because the Wonderbolts can't stick to a diet.” The unicorn grit her teeth for a moment as she walked back upstairs. “I suppose a trip to see Twilight is in order before I start my other errands for the day.”

 

Now that she was properly out of bed, Rarity found no other option than to begin her day. She couldn't help but glance at the clock and wince to herself. “Drat...why did I sleep in so late? Now the whole day is ruined...I still haven't showered, conditioned my hair, put on my makeup and I'm already late to visit Fluttershy.”

 

It was well past noon before Rarity was ready to leave the boutique. She stuffed a small hoofful of oats into her mouth, crunched them down and brushed her teeth to a sparkling shine. “Okay, first on the list. Visit Twilight for any spells on clothing modification, visit Fluttershy and pick up Opalescence, then pick up Sweetie Belle from their little clubhouse.”

 

Rarity opened her doors and walked outside with a small bounce in her step. “Everything is going to be okay.” She took a breath and forced a smile on her face. Her hoof brushed a newspaper at her doors and her smile grew a little wider. “Perfect. Something to distract me with while I walk through town.”

 

The unicorn picked up the paper with her magic and pushed it towards her face. Slowly, she began to walk through the town, keeping her eyes glued to the pages. Every so often, Rarity actually bothered to read the article her eyes were glancing at but none of it sank into her brain.

 

Her eyes popped over the top of the pages and Rarity found herself relieved the paper was covering her face. No matter where her eyes went, they locked onto a mare or stallion stuffing their face with something disgustingly fattening. Doughnuts, muffins, even entire cakes were sitting in everypony's hooves.

 

Rarity felt her jaw tense up at such hedonistic gluttony. “Do they have no shame? Letting themselves get so fat? Bleh!” Rarity whispered to herself. She ignored the gentle cry of her own stomach as the smell of sugar invaded her nose. Even with a proper serving of oats to keep her full, the intoxicating scent of food was everywhere.

 

“Perhaps the paper might have something to distract me.” Rarity pleaded as she returned to her reading. Her eyes snapped to the biggest headline on the page, forcing her frown to morph into a scowl. A wide angle shot of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna graced the page as they waddled their way into a new buffet that had opened in Canterlot.

 

Rarity rolled her eyes as another picture showed an unlucky green earth pony mare with a lovely blonde mane getting a face full of sun butt while a snarky looking tan pegasus with a spiky maroon mane was getting his lungs crushed under Princess Luna's fat ass. Both ponies seemed to be ENJOYING themselves under all that blubber, a concept that made Rarity gag.

 

“I swear if I could just rip up my businesses and head out of Equestria to the edges of Vanhoover to escape this obesity epidemic, I would.” Rarity scoffed. Thankfully, her wandering had brought her to Twilight's castle. The unicorn took a breath and steeled her nerves before walking inside.

 

“Twilight? Spike?” Rarity called out to the empty castle. “I know Twilight dislikes the allure of royalty but would it hurt to at least hire a door pony or something?” The unicorn sighed as she began to roam the castle.

 

“Not in the study...not in the bedroom...thankfully NOT in her kitchen...the library? Of COURSE she's in the library.” Rarity rolled her eyes and made her way to Twilight Sparkle's personal treasure trove.

 

“Twilight, are you in here?” Rarity called out as she opened the door. She smiled as a pile of books shuffled about from across the room. “Oh Twilight, there you are. I was wondering if I could get a small favor?”

 

The stack of books flew across the room as a grand belch erupted from behind them. Twilight Sparkle moaned as she finished stuffing a hayburger into her mouth and swallowed hard. “Oops. Sorry, Rarity. What kind of favor do you need?”

 

Rarity was at a loss for words. While it was true that the unicorn had witnessed her friend stuffing her face before, it was nothing quite like this. Empty hayburger wrappers, neighponese delivery boxes and dozens of Sugarcube Corner dessert boxes lined the floor around Twilight. The mammoth mare seemed quite content to lie upon her massive shelf of a stomach as she gulped, slurped and gurgled the day way with her books.

 

Was she mimicking her precious solar mentor or perhaps with the belt figuratively and literally loosened, Twilight felt no need to stay in shape? Rarity cleared her throat and did her best to shake these thoughts from her mind. “Twilight, I was hoping if you had any books about weaving enchantments into fabric. I've got a rather expensive order coming up and it needs a little special touch.”

 

“Oh, magical clothing? How exciting.” Twilight's magic let go of the doughnuts floating around her head and instead grabbed her blobby stomach. The alicorn let out a grunt as she forced her legs over her gut and began to waddle through the library. “There should....be something....over here...” Twilight wheezed as she shuffled ten steps towards a book case and fell to her stomach.

 

Rarity looked to the book case, refusing to watch Twilight in this state. Just the thought of all that purple blubber wobbling about made Rarity's skin crawl. A single book slid from the collection and floated down to Rarity's hooves.

 

“Hopefully this one will work. I remember reading it a few years ago after you made us our gala dresses to see if there were any tricks to keep mine clean.” Twilight smiled before grabbing another doughnut.

 

“Stitching with your Horn: Magical Tricks and Spells for Every Occasion.” Rarity flipped through to the table of contents and grinned as she spotted a chapter on magical reinforcement. “This might do it. Thanks, Twilight.”

 

“No BUUUUUURRRP problem, Rarity! Any time.” Twilight patted her tummy and cooed as she brought another doughnut to her lips.

 

Rarity wanted to say something. She wanted to say ANYTHING, but the proper words just couldn't come. It burned her from the inside to see her friend so out of shape but Rarity had already pleaded so many times before that it felt useless to try. With her book in hoof, Rarity quietly let herself out.

 

“It's okay....it's okay...she, and all of Equestria are allowed to make their own decisions.” Rarity rationalized.

 

“Even if they are terrible ones.” She thought to herself.

 

“Next on the list is Opalescence. I nearly forgot I had dropped him off at Fluttershy's cottage for a nail trimming and grooming. I hope my little darling is all prim and proper and ready to shine!”

 

Rarity was thankful that the path to Fluttershy's cottage was far from the beaten path, allowing her to ditch the use of her newspaper. She savored the long walk to the edge of the woods, picking up her hooves and breaking into a small sweat.

 

“Ha, I'd like to see those gluttonous fools even try to match this.” Rarity boasted as she wiped away a bit of sweat. She was so entranced by her workout that she didn't realize she had already arrived at Fluttershy's cottage. Rarity skipped up to the plain wooden door and knocked softly.

 

“Fluttershy? It's Rarity!” She sweetly called out to her friend.

 

“Oh, just a moment!” A gentle voice called out. There was a hint of distress along with a grunt at the end of the reply. Rarity stood outside for a moment, listening to the grunts and moans coming from inside the cottage.

 

“Fluttershy?” Rarity opened the door and peeked inside. Her eyes wandered the quaint little cottage until she spotted her butter yellow friend wiggling in a nearby doorway. “Fluttershy! Are you alright?”

 

The pegasus blushed hard as she gave her hips a pat. “S-Seems like breakfast was a bit too much this morning. I..I..I'm stuck.” Fluttershy stuttered. Her embarrassment showed on her face with a deep scarlet blush. Yellow wings rushed to her face, stopping Rarity from staring.

 

“Oh goodness me. Come now, Fluttershy.” Rarity reached out with her hooves and gripped Fluttershy's forelegs. “One....two....three!” Both ponies struggled for a moment, slowly wiggling the thick mare free.

 

With a few good tugs, Fluttershy was freed. Her wings reached out and rubbed the sore, soft skin, making her rear wobble back and forth. “Thank you, Rarity. I was frightened that I wasn't going to get out of that door!” Fluttershy sighed as a bit of the red faded from her cheeks.

 

Rarity tried not to stare but she couldn't help it. Her eyes wandered back to the thick rear of her yellow friend. Fluttershy was never as active as other Pegasai and it was showing. The lithe, svelte model that captured the attention of Photo Finish was now sporting a rear that could demolish a small chair. Another culprit of the growing trend of Equestria.

 

“No worries, darling. Perhaps it might be time for a bit of a diet?” Rarity let out a nervous chuckle with her suggestion.

 

Fluttershy's body forced the pegasus to waddle about the living room. “Perhaps. I've been so naughty, lately. I almost let Pinkie pay in nothing but eclairs the last time she came to pick up Gummy...”

 

“Surely you didn't accept? I know free food is wonderful but you can't feed Angel or any of your critter friends with eclairs.” Rarity watched as Fluttershy bent down and grabbed Opalescence's cage with her mouth. “Not to mention yourself...”

 

Fluttershy placed the cage down on her coffee table. “Well...I may have taken a few for a discount but I didn't take them ALL.”

 

“Darling...is that eclair frosting on your mouth?” Rarity rolled her eyes as she grabbed a napkin and wiped the mess off Fluttershy's face.

 

“They looked so good, Rarity. I don't even think you could resist...” Fluttershy blushed. “Anyway, let me go get Opal for you. Do you maybe want some tea while I fetch him?”

 

“That's all right, dear. I should be on my way soon. Lots to do, you know.”

 

“Okay. I'll be just a moment.” Fluttershy smiled as she waddled to the stairs. “Opaaaal! Your mommy is here for you! I know my bed is comfy but it's time to go!”

 

“Better for both of us. Don't want you getting STUCK again.” Rarity muttered to herself. She took a breath and let go of those thoughts as her fluffy white kitty strut down the stairs.

 

“Opal! My cutie fuzzy wuzzy. I hope you had a wonderful time.” Rarity smiled. The fluffy cat stared at her owner for a moment. “Err...yes. Let's go, Opal. Lots to do!”

 

“Good bye, Rarity! Hope you have a wonderful day!” Fluttershy waved from her front door. Her tummy rumbled as she shut the door behind Rarity. She blushed. “Ohh, those eclairs are so good...but can I even wiggle back into the kitchen for them?”

 

“Late late late! Sweetie Belle is going to do nothing but complain all weekend that I was late to pick her up!” Rarity rushed through Ponyville as fast as she could. Her brain was too wound up to notice where she was going. Rarity darted through the mass of chubby ponies, cutting it close to full on impacts of several sluggish mares.

 

One such mare spotted Rarity running about and changed her direction. The ground seemed to tremble as this massive mountain of pink blubber barely cleared the cobblestone as she “hopped” about. They took one giant leap and shouted in glee as Rarity slammed right into their chest.

 

“PINKIE!” Rarity screamed before her face was muzzle deep in Pinkie Pie's flabby chest. She pushed against the bulky mare and gasped as she broke free from the wall of blubber. “Just what do you think you are doing?”

 

The bubbly mare giggled. “I saw you running super duper fast! Haven't seen a pony do that in ages!” Pinkie giggled again. “You must have heard about the picnic and wanted to grab some food before it's too late.”

 

“Picnic?” Rarity mumbled. She took a moment to catch her breath and take a long look at her friend. Pinkie Pie was nearly as out of shape and blobby as Twilight was. Her jiggling, plump face still had that infectious smile. However, her triple chin lead down to a never ending pile of pink lard that covered her from head to tail.

 

“Yea! I figured it would be nice to get out of the bakery for a while and see my friends. We haven't had a get together in a looooong time!” Pinkie Pie shook her back, making her whole body wobble as she let her immense saddlebags jostle about. “We're meeting in the park in half an hour. Go get some snacks and meet us there.”

 

Rarity let a sly grin cover her face. “Oh, no can do, Pinkie. I'm keeping an eye on Sweetie Belle for the weekend and I was supposed to meet her at the crusader's tree house five minutes ago.” Rarity flashed Pinkie a big smile before darting past her.

 

“No need to do all that, silly. We invited the crusaders to hang out as well so Applejack is gonna bring them to the picnic. You have plenty of time to get some snacks, now.”

 

The unicorn sighed. “Oh...dear...how lucky. I suppose if Sweetie Belle is there, I can show up for a snack and be off.” Rarity let out a nervous chuckle as Pinkie Pie reached a thick fore hoof into her saddlebags and immediately crammed a cupcake into her pink mouth.

 

“It'll be FUN. Come on, we haven't met up for a chat in ages. We can catch up, sing a song or two, and eat! Pleeeeaaaaaassseeeeeee Rarity?” Pinkie Pie begged.

 

“D'oh....all right, Pinkie. I'll meet you there in thirty minutes. Let me drop off my things, okay?”

 

“YAY!” Pinkie shouted, forcing Rarity against her blubbery pink chest for a hug. “It'll be great. Trust me.”

 

“Pinkiiiiie!” Rarity thrashed about before slipping from the mare's grip. “If you'll excuse me!” Rarity shouted before resuming her sprint home. Rarity refused to stop, kicking up dust as she headed straight to her boutique.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The door of the boutique was slammed hard as Rarity nearly collapsed on the floor. “Oh noooo....Do I really have to go back out there? AHHHHHHGGGGGG!” Rarity flailed her legs about like a filly before letting her body flop on the ground.

 

“It would be bad manners of me to not show up....plus Sweetie Belle will be upset no matter where she is when I don't fetch her.” Rarity huffed as she forced herself back to her hooves. “I suppose if it's only my friends....I can tolerate that for a while, right?”

 

A blue spark of magic lifted all of Rarity's things from her saddlebags before her bags followed her to the kitchen. “Let's see...wheat bread sandwich with cucumbers and daisies....a small bag of baby carrots and a sparkling water. That should be enough for me....” Rarity trailed off as she remembered how packed Pinkie's saddlebags were.

 

“Everypony else will be fine. I'm sure Pinkie will bring more than enough for them...I hope.” Rarity shuddered before sealing up her food and quickly stuffing it into her saddlebags. “Right. To the park. It'll be nice to see everypony together. It truly has been too long.”

 

Rarity left the boutique with a smile on her face. She quickly hid that smile under one of her over-sized sun hats. Rarity ducked through the side alleys of town to evade the throngs of obese ponies waddling about. “Another trip though town nearly ruined due to these filthy back streets. We really need somepony to clean them from time to time.” Rarity sighed as she dodged another pile of hayburger bags and forced her smile back onto her face.

 

At long last, the park was in view. Rarity sighed in relief as the crowds of blubbery ponies seemed to wane as she walked to the middle of the grassy park. “Ah, our favorite spot...” Rarity smiled as she pulled out a blanket and sat on the grass.

 

She unpacked her things and waited. Rarity bit her lip as several minutes passed by without a sign of her friends. “I don't understand....I'm on time...where are they?”

 

Rarity waited....and waited...and waited. She nibbled on her carrot sticks and had nearly finished her water. “Pinkie Pie better not have been playing a prank on me. I was already running late!” Rarity reached over to grab her blanket when something flopped down next to her.

 

“Sorry, Rarity. Things got a little out of control at the bakery.” Pinkie apologized as she wiped off a heavy layer of sweat from her brow. “Plus it's been a real struggle getting around with so much food in my bags.”

 

Rarity held back a chuckle before looking at her friend. Her eyes widened as the overflowing saddlebags had been replaced with pony sized picnic baskets. “Pinkie...how....how much food did you bring??”

 

“Enough for everypony, like I always do!” She giggled before pushing her hoof into one of the baskets and pulling out her blanket and an avalanche of food. Pinkie Pie whipped the blanket to the grass a second before each food item fell perfectly into place, layering the blanket with enough food to feed Rarity for a week.

 

“Goodness, Pinkie. That's quite a lot...” Rarity internally gagged at the sight of so much sugar. “You said this was enough for everypony? I hope you didn't include me in your plans...”

 

Pinkie was already muzzle deep into a four layer cake. “Of course I did! Why? Are you not hungry?” Pinkie asked through a mouthful of frosting and crumbs.

 

“Not anymore.” Rarity turned green as she stuffed her sandwich into her own basket. “Is anypony else coming?”

 

“Yea! Applejack might be a little late due to her chores but everypony else is on the way!”

 

“Pinkie, you're already late as it is...”

 

“Details. Say, do you want some cupcakes? I made them extra good with double frosting and heavy moose inside the cake part!”

 

Rarity shook her head. She bit her lip and sat as still as she could. “Just wait for everypony else, make some polite chatter and be ready to leave as SOON as Sweetie Belle is here.”

 

One by one, Rarity's friends slowly approached the picnic. Fluttershy took her time with the winding gravel path waddling along. She let out a big sigh of relief as she slammed her fat rump into the grass. Twilight could be seen teleporting herself forward a few inches at a time until her belly was spilling over Pinkie's blanket. Rainbow Dash cut through the skies at a sluggish pace, panting hard as she braced herself to flop next to the banquet sitting on the ground.

 

With all her friends together at the same time, it put it all into perspective. Rarity felt like an ant caught between giants as all her massive friends ate without any sort of remorse. She could only watch as her friends fattened themselves up like cattle, not caring that they were already full from constantly snacking while they ate enough for a whole town.

 

The only sounds surrounding the picnic were the chirping of birds, the greedy munching of ponies stuffing themselves and their big, blorpy bellies as they digested thousands of calories into more blubber. Rarity was biting her bottom lip so hard to keep herself in line, trembling as her soul begged to speak up.

 

“Howdy, y'all. Save some for us, why don't ya?” Applejack's unique drawl finally broke the monotony of piggy ponies stuffing their faces. Rarity broke out into a smile as she turned to greet Applejack.

 

Rarity's smile shattered instantly. Instead of the lean, tough farm pony she expected, Rarity saw a round, chubby mare that looked like she hadn't worked a day in her life. Applejack was still small compared to everypony else but for the first time, she wasn't the most in shape. Applejack sported a chubby, wobbly belly that sunk into her thick thighs. Applejack held herself well, years of muscle keeping her healthy but there was no denying how round, jiggly and plump she had let herself become.

 

“Hello...Applejack.” Rarity closer her eyes for a moment. “How have you been?”

 

“Awful hungry is what! Ah barely managed to finish lunch before gathering the girls to head over and I'm still starved. Pinkie, set me up with a cake already.” Applejack called out as she waddled over to the blankets and sat her sizable rear down into the grass.

 

“Don't forget us!” A trio of voices called out. Rarity looked over to the cheerful voices and felt her blood run cold.

 

There stood the Cutie Mark Crusaders, donning big, happy smiles....and round, chubby bellies just like everypony else in Ponyville. Apple bloom was taking after her sister in spades with her own doughy belly and thick rump. Scootaloo lazily stepped off her scooter and sighed, rubbing her soft gut as it grumbled desperately at her.

 

What truly caught Rarity's attention was Sweetie Belle. Sure, Rarity might not have been social these past few months but Rarity almost didn't recognize her own sister! The young filly looked like an over inflated marshmallow. Her face was soft and flabby with a chubby tummy to match. Her legs and thighs were thick and round, almost twice as big as Rarity's own slender legs. The white crusader sat her plush rump down next to Rarity and smiled. “Heya sis! Bring anything good to snack on?”

 

The sounds of the park faded as Rarity's mind blanked out. She sat next to her sister for what felt like an age before he body seemed to move on its own. “...Let's go home, Sweetie Belle.”

 

“What? But I just got here and I'm REALLY hungry.” Sweetie Belle groaned as she reached out with her magic. A cupcake floated to her mouth and Sweetie took a big bite. “Mmm...have one, Rarity. It's sooo good!”

 

“I WILL NOT! WE ARE LEAVING!” Rarity shouted. Everypony turned as Rarity yanked her blanket and stuffed it into her saddlebags. “Let's GO, Sweetie Belle.”

 

“....Bye, guys.” Sweetie Belle sighed as she dropped the cupcake onto the grass. Her appetite had disappeared as she turned to follow her sister. “Rarity, wait up!” Sweetie Belle called out, doing her best to waddle after her sister.

 

“Rarity! Rarityyyyyyyy!” No matter how many times Sweetie Belle called out, Rarity kept a fast pace through the town. The chubby filly was panting and sweating hard, doing her best to keep up with her slender sister.

 

Finally, the boutique was in view. Sweetie Belle ran as fast as she could into the door and slammed it behind her. She collapsed to the ground and sighed, desperate for a break.

 

Sweetie Belle managed to speak through labored breath. “Rarity....what in Equestria was that all about? Did we have to go so fast? “

 

“Yes we did.” Rarity replied. “You've got a lot of filly weight to lose, young lady. Being this out of shape is simply uncouth.” Rarity spoke as she unpacked her bags and wandered her boutique.

 

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “I don't mind....as long as I don't have to walk around that fast ever again.”

 

Rarity clenched her teeth and turned towards her sister. “Oh you will. You won't stop until you've slimmed down into an acceptable weight!”

 

“Um...You know that the current trend is having a little bit of a chubby tummy, right? Even the princesses...”

 

“IF THE PRINCESSES JUMPED OFF A CLIFF, WOULD YOU DO THE SAME?” Rarity shouted. “Since when did Equestria fall apart? Has it been a dream all this time that being healthy is WRONG?” Rarity's face twitched as she pointed out the window. “They are WRONG, Sweetie Belle. Fat is BAD and will NEVER be the correct trend for ANYTHING!!”

 

Sweetie Belle frowned. “But...everypony...”

 

“I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYPONY ELSE SAYS. YOU'RE GOING ON A DIET AND THAT'S FINAL!” Rarity screamed.

 

“Well...I don't care what YOU think!” Sweetie Belle shouted back. “I LIKE eating! It makes me feel good! I don't care if I'm fat! Even some of the stallions at school think I look better like this!” Sweetie Belle huffed as she got up and opened the door to the boutique.

 

“Sweetie Belle, where do you think you're going?” Rarity stomped over to the door.

 

“I'm going back to the park with my FRIENDS to have FUN. YOU can stay here and be MISERABLE for all I care. If being nasty to everypony about their weight is all you're going to do then I don't want to talk to you about it.”

 

Sweetie Belle waddled out of the boutique and slammed the door behind her. Rarity charged at the door and flung it open. “FINE. SEE IF I CARE THAT YOU RUIN YOUR BODY AND BE MADE FUN OF. WHEN PINKIE PIE RUNS OUT OF FOOD, DON'T COME SULKING BACK HERE BECAUSE THERE WON'T BE ANY SWEETS HERE FOR YOU TO PIG OUT ON!!!!”

 

Rarity slammed the door behind her. Her entire body was shaking as the fury in her soul slowly extinguished. Before she knew it, Rarity had slumped against the door and tears were forming in her eyes. Rarity struggled to take a breath and with what little she had left, began to sob. Rarity broke apart little by little, transforming her sobs into painful cries. Her wails echoed through the lonely house, hollow and bare like her heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A loud crack of thunder filled the air as you hurried to the edge of town. The sun had little chance to shine against the horizon as dark, inky clouds swirled through the sky. “Damn it....a rainy night during the week? Better pull back a little on things.”

 

You rushed into the club just as the pitter patter of rain hit the ground. The chaotic sounds of prep calmed you down and pushed your worries from your mind. Everything was going to be okay as long as your crew kept themselves busy.

 

“Hey boss, usual stuff upstairs. Not a whole lot today.” Carrot Cake flashed a smile before heading towards the doors.

 

“Mmhmm. Thanks.” The paperwork and reports never ended. Better to take care of it all now before the night officially started. You slipped into the back and up the secret staircase to your office. Sure enough, a tidy stack of paper was waiting for you.

 

Favorite pen in hand, you started burning through the paperwork. A report of the earnings from Canterlot, approval of a new column in your magazine, taxes for the quarter. It all bled together into a flurry of signatures as you worked the rest of the day away.

 

Just as your pen hit the last piece of paper, the intercom buzzed. You looked up with a slight grimace knowing full well what was on the other end wasn't going to improve the night. “Boss...uhh...the bouncers have a certain customer here that wants to talk to you.”

 

“Customer? Who?”

 

“You know who. White unicorn.”

 

You couldn't help but sigh. Of course. Of course SHE would poke her head around tonight. “What does she want?”

 

“She won't say....looks really out of it to be honest. Dunno what the heck happened to her but it looks serious.”

 

“Uggggghhh....” You groaned. A quick peek at the clock revealed it was almost show time. “Fine, send her up to my office as long as she promises to behave.”

 

“Got it.”

 

Silence filled the office once more. You reached into your coat for your mask but you didn't put it on. The shining mask twirled around your fingers for a moment instead. You put it back in your jacket as a knock came from your door.

 

“Come in, Rarity.” You took a breath and made your face as neutral as could be. The door opened, revealing a wet, ragged looking mare. Her hair lacked the usual fancy curl and her eyes felt hollow. She stepped inside your office with an empty expression and took a seat in front of your desk.

 

“H-Hello, Anonymous.” Her voice croaked. “I...I'm here to inquire about a job.”

 

“....What?” Your poker face shattered in an instant. “Rarity, what are you talking about?”

 

“I said I want a job here. Make me a dancer at this den of sin and filth already.” She demanded.

 

You looked into her eyes. The longer you stared, the more you realized how off Rarity looked. Her usual flashy eyelashes were gone, her blue eye shadow was smudged and her mascara had been running down her face.

 

“Rarity....what happened?” You asked.

 

“What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?” A fire lit in her eyes as she jumped out of her chair and slammed her forehooves on your desk. “YOU HAPPENED! Everypony was content and everything was fine, then YOU RUINED IT!

 

Now everypony is fat! Nopony wants anything to do with my fashion! They all just want to sit on their massive flanks and do nothing but eat! And now....now.....I'm different from everypony I admired....forgotten....discarded.”

 

Rarity looked down at the desk as her body started to tremble. “Why can't I just give up and be like everypony else?” A sob cut through her words as a tear fell from her muzzle. “Why is it so haaaaarrrrrrrrrdddddd?” Rarity wailed as she pushed away from the desk and fell to the floor.

 

You got up from your chair to see Rarity curled into a ball with her tail pressed against her tummy. Her sobs echoed through your office as she let out her sorrows the only way she knew how. Slowly, you moved over to her and pulled her close into a hug.

 

“Rarity, I knew you didn't like my club but something like this goes WAY beyond what I was expecting...”

 

“I-I-I I've been trying to be a success my whole liiiiifeeeeeee....”

 

“Shhh....just let it all out. We can talk when you calm down.” Your suit was damp with tears and a little snot but you kept rubbing her back nice and slow. Soon, the trembling and the sobs stopped, allowing Rarity to finally catch her breath.

 

“You okay?” You asked.

 

“I'm...better.” Rarity sighed before untangling herself from you a little She sat on the floor unable to look you in the face. She grabbed a tissue with her magic and cleaned herself up as best she could.

 

“So...do you wanna tell me what this is all about? You'll have to understand that I'm not convinced in the slightest that you really want to work for me.”

 

Rarity let out a soft, shy giggle. “No....no I don't. I simply figured it anypony could make me fat...it would be you.”

 

You shook your head. “Nah, I could never do that. You've been so against me with every step I've made to expand this business. SOMETHING has you all worked up about this and until you tell me why, you can forget the idea of me making you fat.”

 

Rarity sighed before clearing her throat. “I guess I should explain myself...although doing so is gonna make me so embarrassed.” She closed her eyes, frowning for a moment before beginning her tale.

 

“It was ages ago...my fa....daddy was an up and coming hoofball star for the Ponyville Pigskins. Star running back set to make a big name for himself in the pro leagues. On his first ever game of his first season, he tore a muscle in his hind leg. Put him out of the league for months.”

 

You blinked in disbelief . Rarity's voice was completely different. Gone was the air of nobility and pompousness, replaced with more of a drawl more common with the earth ponies of Ponyville. “Daddy was in a rush for a cure, so he took me and mommy to Canterlot so they could try and heal his leg. While I was re-reading one of the old fashion magazines in the lobby, I saw her.”

 

Rarity chuckled as she gestured her hooves outward, like a big explosion. “Snazzy Stitch, one of the BEST in the fashion industry at the time. Star struck, I took one of her magazines that had been collecting dust in the waiting room and BEGGED for an autograph.”

 

“She laughed. Laughed right in my face when I was just a filly. She told me 'fillies your size shouldn't bother with high fashion...looking at your mother, I doubt the apple will fall far from the tree.'” Rarity slumped in her chair and sighed. “I was a chubby little filly that loved her Mamma's baking skills. How was I to say no to cookies every night as a child?”

 

“Heartbroken, I stormed out of the lobby, making my mamma chase after me. I FORCED myself to change after that. No more sweets till I was skinny. No more Ponyville mannerisms. If I wanted to work with high fashion, I needed to BE high fashion!” Rarity puffed up her chest as her Atlantic accent came back to her voice.

 

“But now....” Her head sank into her chest. “Now, high fashion is gone. All that's left is to be a slobbish pig. It's been too long since I've eaten a meal dense in calories and carbs and fat. I'm scared to do it alone...”

 

You sat there with all this new information brewing in your mind. It swirled around as you thought, clouding your mind as you struggled to say anything. “Rarity....” You finally spoke.

 

“Rarity...this has to be something you ACTUALLY want. I'm not going to help you gain weight because you think you NEED to. I want you to make an actual decision that makes you happy.”

 

“Happy? How can I be happy unless I fit in??” Rarity bit her lip and shuddered. “My whole career focuses on fitting in! How do I do that if I'm skinny???”

 

Rarity jumped from her seat and ran to the door. “I bet there's something fattening in the kitchens! You don't mind if I eat some, right? Right??” Rarity shouted as she flung open the door and ran as fast as she could.

 

“Rarity, no!” You shouted back at her. You rushed from your office down to the kitchens where you found Rarity hounding the staff.

 

“Gimme that! I need to be round! Soft! Fat!” Her hooves swiped a few fries and stuffed them into her mouth.

 

“Rarity, Stop! This isn't right. You aren't thinking straight.” You scooped up the raving unicorn around her tummy and pulled her from the kitchens.

 

“Noooooo! Let me go!” Rarity tried to charge her horn but the anti-magic barrier around the club halted her escape. The bouncers rushed to your side, helping you wrangle the flailing pony till you were outside.

 

“Rarity...holy shit, dude....calm down!” The doors of the club shut behind you, making Rarity grin as her horn lit up like a firecracker.

 

The world spun around you as the sparse woods outside the club were swapped for a dainty, flashy interior. You fell to your knees as a massive wave of nausea hit you hard. “Oh fuck....teleportation....” You groaned before gently lowering yourself to the floor.

 

“HA! Now we're on my turf and I get to make the rules!” Rarity boasted. Her horn continued to fizzle brightly as it levitated several gallon containers of ice cream into the living room. “This is MY house and MY emergency ice cream so you sit there and watch me get fat like you like!”

 

Rarity tore off the tub to the closest ice cream and scooped a mighty chunk of ice cream into her mouth. She moaned as the chilled snack slide down her throat and filled her tummy.”I can do it just as well as any of those flirts at your club!” Rarity took another spoonful and forced it into her mouth.

 

By the time the spinning in your stomach stopped, Rarity had already finished a gallon of ice cream. She tossed the empty container behind her and opened another one. “This is what you want, right? Oh all this ice cream is going to make me huge enough so that you can't ignore me any longer!”

 

The ice cream had gotten soft, allowing Rarity to get bigger and bigger scoops in her mouth. You found the strength to get back to your hands and knees. Any attempt at moving sent your stomach spinning once more, keeping you stunned. Rarity tossed the second tub over her chaise lounge and giggled as she put a hoof to her distended tummy.

 

“Not done yet. Not by a long shot!” Rarity boasted. She opened the third tub and began to eat. You looked up and watched as the further down she got, the slower Rarity ate. Her stomach gurgled angrily as it struggled to hold so much food at once, making Rarity wince in pain.

 

“No...no no no! I have to eat more!” Rarity cried out as she nearly dropped the ice cream. She weakly pulled the tub to her lips and drank the melted remains, even as her tummy growled with every gulp.

 

The finished tub was dropped on the ground. Rarity clutched her stomach and moaned in pain. “Ohhhhh....ow...ow....too much...oof.” She tried to settle her stomach but a sharp glorp made Rarity shudder hard. Her white face soured to a light green as a nauseated burp left her lips. “Ugh....make it stop.....”

 

It was too late to stop her from making a mistake. Rarity slumped back on her chaise lounge and groaned in defeat. A few tubs of ice cream sat around her left to melt as she tried to cope with the pain. “Dang it, Rarity. I told you not to do this.”

 

You rose to your feet on shaky legs. The room was still moving as you made your way over to her side. “You silly mare. Come on, let's get you to bed before you do something you'll REALLY regret.”

 

Rarity whimpered as you picked her up. Her tummy was a symphony of gurgles and groans as it churned at the ice cold lump in her stomach. You walked up the stairs and gently placed her in bed. “There. You try to relax while I clean up.”

 

“Guh...haaa....buuu.” Rarity sputtered. She wiggled a hoof after you as you walked to the bathroom. You returned with a wet hoof towel and wiped the smeared ice cream off her face. Rarity closed her eyes and did her best to relax. Her eyes shot open as she felt your hands delicately press and mold her belly over the blanket, making her blush as you eased away a tiny bit of pain.

 

URRP

 

“Feel better?” You asked with a small smile.

 

“Y...Yes...” Rarity whispered. Her eyes closed again as you continued to rub her belly. Soon, the impossibly stuffed mare was fast asleep.

 

You turned away from the bed and went downstairs to rid the boutique of Rarity's impulse gluttony. The ice cream had melted already and a bit of the empty containers had dribbled sticky sugar over the floor. You trashed it all and cleaned as best you could before settling down on her chaise lounge for a little nap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sounds of birds chirping at the sunrise rose you from your slumber. It took a second for you to remember where you were but the looming shadow of mannequins along the walls quickly reminded you. Slowly, you sneaked up the stairs to check on Rarity.

 

A lump of fussy marshmallow tossed in her bed. You peeked through the door and watched as she shifted around, showing her eyes still closed in a restless sleep. You slipped back downstairs and took a look at her pantry. “Not a whole lot....looks like Rarity gets instant oatmeal today.”

 

You rushed out the door, hoping the shops were opening up. Thankfully, a few stalls were kind enough to sell you some things before they were properly open. A few blueberries, some mixed flowers and a nice little surprise for Rarity. You cooked everything up as fast as you could and brought it all upstairs on a big tray.

 

“Rarity....psst...” You whispered before setting the tray down at the foot of the bed. “Rarityyyyy. Breakfast time, wake up.”

 

“Mmmm five more minutes, Anonymous.” She begged. “Anonymous?” She questioned, slowly turning around to face you. “....Good morning, Anon.”

 

“Good morning, Rarity. Feeling better?”

 

“....No.” Rarity yawned as she tried to sit up. “Ugh....I made a huge mess last night.”

 

“Stop beating yourself up about it. You can't let a slip up pull you down.” You slid the tray closer to her. “Start today right with a good breakfast and forget about things.”

 

“Not more food. I'll never eat anything ever again.” Rarity groaned. Still, the smell of the oatmeal was too much, enticing her to lick her lips. “Oh, are those blueberries? Where did you get those?”

 

“Ran out real quick for them. No big deal.”

 

Rarity looked over the tray. A small bowl of blueberry oatmeal and some mixed flowers awaited her with a glass of orange juice. Her smile faded a bit as she noticed a big, fat cinnamon roll sitting on the corner of the tray.

 

“Oh, Anonymous. You left your cinnamon roll on the tray.” Rarity muttered as she grabbed the oatmeal with her magic.

 

You shook your head. “I already had mine. That one is in case you want it.”

 

“Goodness, Anon...I'm in no state to be teased like this. Take your cinnamon roll, please.”

 

“Rarity.” You sighed before mulling over your words. “I don't expect you to eat it. If you want to forget last night ever happened, throw away the cinnamon roll and be done with it.”

 

You stood up from the bed and walked to the door. “I can't make you fat, Rarity. I can't magically convince you nor can I force you to change. You have to do it on your own.” You offered her a smile as you opened the door. “But I will help you break those hard convictions of yours because I feel it would make you happier in general.”

 

“I need to go check on the club and probably get a proper thrashing for leaving unannounced. Take care of yourself Rarity. Don't force yourself to be miserable anymore, okay? If you need help with anything, you know where to find me.” You shut the bedroom door behind you and made your leave.

 

Your crew was peeved as could be as you strolled back into the club to hear of all the minor troubles you caused from being absent. You rolled up your sleeves and helped out where you could. Yet as you cleaned, sorted, counted and helped prepare for a proper closing, something weighed on your mind. Today was the first day Rarity was in your thoughts without cursing her name. It felt odd to be so concerned over a pony that had figuratively spit in your face every day yet nothing could shake her story from your mind.

 

The usual routine of your day took a slight detour from then on. Some days it led you through Ponyville, others lasted just a moment or two. Every day, you sought out Rarity hoping to catch her in the markets, around the shops or hanging out with her friends. Every time you saw her, she seemed to be doing just fine. It made you feel better when a smile was on her face as she talked to somepony or was busy with her friends.

 

You couldn't help but notice that as the days went by, Rarity was stopping by the markets for something sweet. Sugarcube Corner, the nearby muffin shop, even to Bon Bon's candy store. Rarity was trying her best to enjoy herself, yet it always concerned you to see her run off and hide before scarfing down her treat. Things like that need to be enjoyed nice and slow, savored and enjoyed. You'd need to schedule a little visit and chat with the shy mare before too long.

 

An opportune moment presented itself as you spotted Rarity in the window of her boutique. Rarity was looking at a mirror in her parlor, specifically peeking at her rear. There was a definite jiggle to her booty that hadn't quite been there before and you could see a little bit of marshmallow chub wobbling on her tummy.

 

You knocked hard on the door, startling the unicorn inside. It didn't take long for the door to fly open as Rarity flashed you a big grin. “Why hello, Anonymous. What brings you around here?”

 

“Good afternoon, Rarity. I was wondering if you'd be interested in a little lunch break.”

 

“Oh...um...I would but I've already had lunch...” Rarity raised a hoof. “I do appreciate the offer, darling.”

 

“Darn. I can't tempt you with a hayburger and maybe some sweets?”

 

At the word hayburger, Rarity's stomach growled. She blushed hard as she used her hoof to try and hide her tummy. “Ahahahaha...” She tittered before letting out a little sigh. “I....suppose we could go to the local hayburger place. I'm sure they have a salad or something.”

 

Rarity walked next to you as you both wandered through town. You looked over and noticed Rarity's eyes darting around. “Hey Rarity, what's up? You're looking a little stressed...”

 

“Do I?” Rarity snapped her gaze forward. “I don't think I'm stressed at all!”

 

“Come on, Rarity. You can tell me. Something is making you nervous.” You offered.

 

“Well...I can't help but notice that I'm...filling out, as it were.” Rarity began to blush. “I feel like everypony is staring at me.”

 

You couldn't help but giggle. “Rarity, you're one of the skinniest mares in town. Even if you've gained five pounds.”

 

“See! YOU noticed!” Rarity whispered in a harsh tone.

 

“I'm also trying to make sure you have a healthy mindset about things. I want you to be the size you want to be because you want to be that size. If you want to slim down, time for a diet. Simple as that.”

 

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Hearing the word 'diet' coming from you is comical.”

 

“I know but still. I can't force anything on you.” You reminded her as you entered the hayburger. “Order what you like. My treat.”

 

“Umm...just a salad please.” Rarity bit her lip as she walked back from the counter.

 

“Number one combo for carnivores, please” You grabbed your wallet and slipped the cashier a few coins.

 

“Anon....would you mind adding an apple pie to the order?”

 

You looked over and smiled at Rarity. “Of course. Two apple pies, please.”

 

Rarity found a seat while you waited on the food. You watched as Rarity continued to fidget in her seat, her eyes darting around. It didn't take long for your food to be ready. You grabbed the tray and took it over to the nervous mare.

 

“A salad for you and a combo for me.” You offered Rarity the plastic bowl and her pie. “Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the meal.”

 

“Ohhh I'm trying but it's so hard! I've been paranoid all my life. It's only natural that I'm a little worried about being seen at such a place.”

 

You raised your eyebrow. “Rarity, Nopony is staring at you. Calm down and actually LOOK at them.” A finger pointed to the mare in the corner of the lobby. “She's busy eating and reading a book.”

 

A stallion walked up to the counter. “Look at him. All he wants is a burger. He isn't going to run over here just because it's you.” Sure enough, the stallion ordered his food, grabbed a to go bag and waddled out.

 

“Nopony is looking. Nopony is staring. Unless you want to make a scene and attract their attention, it's no big deal if you're here eating fast food, Rarity.” You offered her a big smile before unwrapping your burger.

 

“I know! You're right but I still can't shake this feeling like I'm being judged...” Rarity sighed as she grabbed her fork and began eating.

 

“There IS one pony who is still judging you, Rarity. A certain white unicorn that is extremely obsessed with what everypony else thinks.”

 

“Where?? Is she looking at me right now?” Rarity looked around for a moment before blushing. “Oh...you meant me.”

 

You giggled. “You're the only pony holding yourself back, Rarity.” You took a bite of your burger. “You have to drop all these preconceived notions about everypony and do your own thing. Even if all of Equestria is fat and you stay skinny, Nopony is judging you but you've been judging them. It's time to let go and relax.”

 

Rarity groaned. “I have to do my best to try. The first step might be to apologize to my friends...and my sister...” Rarity poked her fork into her salad and grabbed a nice bite of greens.

 

“It might help. Your friends know you better than I do and if anypony is going to help you learn, it's them.” You tipped over your box of fries and dunked a few in ketchup. “Want some?”

 

Slowly, Rarity reached over and grabbed a fry or two. “Mmm...these are pretty good. Maybe I should have gotten a combo like yours.”

 

“Maybe next time. At least, I hope you'll let me treat you to lunch sometime soon.”

 

Rarity scoffed. “Nonsense. Next time, I need to take you someplace nice. I can't allow you to pay for everything.”

 

The last bite of salad slipped into Rarity's mouth. She was still chewing it down as she grabbed the box for her apple pie and opened it. She swallowed her salad and smiled before taking a greedy bite of the pie. Before you knew it, she had gobbled up her dessert.

 

“Anon? Do you mind if...um....I...” Her eyes flickered down to the pie sitting on your side of the table. You slid it over to her with a smile as she hopped in her chair like a filly. “Thank you, Anonymous. I promise I'll make it up to you.”

 

 

 

 

 

Rarity's generosity came back in spades. The kind mare always insisted on going to the best places in town when it was her turn to offer lunch. No matter how much you insisted to pay for such decadent food and atmosphere, Rarity would shush you and take care of the bill. Rarity always won this little battles, swatting your hand away from the ticket and rushing over to the front desk to pay it off.

 

Your little lunch trips became a routine. Usually near the start of the week, you'd wander to Carousel Boutique and the two of you would decide on where to go. At first, it was awkward to casually chat with a pony you had seen as your enemy for so long but the conversation flowed naturally.

 

It made you feel bad when you took her out for hayburgers when it was your turn but you kept a sneaking suspicion that it was Rarity's cover for going. Rarity stuck with her salads for a while but the variety of choices made her curious. Hayburgers, Hay dogs and even cheesy fries.

 

Her experimentation came with a soft surprise. Rarity's lack of reservations about her meals slowly added on the pounds. Her toned, plump rear began to grow bigger by the day. Rarity's slender tummy rounded out, sagging down to her thighs when she sat. Even her thighs grew soft and sexy, forcing her to widen her walking stance and really emphasize her growing booty.

 

“Well, Rarity? Gonna order or just drool on the counter?” You teased. It was difficult to keep your eyes on the menu as Rarity was shifting her weight about as she thought. Her ass was bouncing hard with each little wobble, making you bite you lip just a little.

 

“It's all so good, Anon. I simply can't pick one.” Rarity frowned.

 

“So pick more than one. Get a meal and something on the side.” You suggested.

 

“Oh no, I couldn't impose. Anything extra, I'll pay for.”

 

“Rarity.” You giggled. “This is the third time this week we've gone for hayburgers. At this point, ALL of it is extra.”

 

The unicorn blushed for a moment. “I suppose you're right. Let's just make this something I pay for so I wont have any regrets.” She turned to the cashier and made her order. “I'll have a number two with hay bacon, an extra container of cheese fries, two pies and a milkshake. Anon, what do you want?”

 

“A number one is fine, thanks.” You took a breath and readied your poker face. No way Rarity would order all that for a meal. She's up to something for sure. “You go ahead and find a seat. I'll grab all the food.”

 

“You're such a gentleman.” Rarity giggled before taking off for her favorite seat. She slid into the booth, her belly barely brushing against the table. You could see Rarity looking down at her tummy as it sat dangerously close to the edge of the table. A bit of worry filled you while you watched Rarity, hoping she wouldn't start doubting herself.

 

Rarity shrugged and looked over at you. She offered a shy little wave before pointing back to the counter. Your food was ready and you didn't want to keep her waiting. You picked up the tray and carried it over to the table, making sure all of Rarity's food was on her side of the tray.

 

The tray had barely hit the table yet Rarity was already grabbing food with her magic. A gooey, cheesy fry was pushed into her mouth while her hooves scrambled to unwrap a hayburger. “Mmm, I have to say, Anon...This place grew on me. Everything is so good and the portions are HUGE.”

 

“Can't beat fast food. Cheap and filling.”

 

“Oh yes. I thought I wouldn't be up for a lunch trip since I had a large breakfast this morning but as soon as the smell hit me, I was starving!” Rarity mumbled through bites of her burger. Her magic was still cramming fries into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk.

 

“Large breakfast? What, did you skip dinner or something?” You asked. It would be bad if Rarity was having self doubts about herself all over again.

 

“Nothing like that. I fancied a bit of toast today but what's toast without eggs? After I decided on that, it only felt proper to make hay bacon and after THAT, I figured that pancakes would be necessary for a real breakfast, ya know?”

 

“I was so full after all that.” Rarity pat her jiggly tummy. “Almost too full to slip into the booth.”

 

Don't think sexy thoughts....You repeated that in your head over and over. Rarity was certainly trying to get your attention now but there would be no playing this game on her terms.

 

“Nah, you'd never get stuck in the booth. A petite mare like yourself could slip through like it was nothing.”

 

Rarity stopped her chewing for a moment and gave you a hard look. “Anon, please. Have you taken a proper look at me, lately? Giving into my sweet tooth has made me soft as a marshmallow.” She shook her tummy for emphasis, making it jiggle and plap against her thighs.

 

“You wanna convince me? Keep eating. Eat everything on this tray in under ten minutes and I might reconsider.” A smug look spread on your face as you pushed your fries and drink over to her side of the tray.

 

“Oh...um....Hold on a second, Anonymous. I didn't expect to be eating this all at once! Perhaps we could slow down and enjoy things? You know, like you keep telling me?”

 

Your smile only grew wider. “I know what you're trying to do, Rarity. It's not a secret that you've gotten soft...pudgy...fat.” Rarity backed away from the table as you leaned in close. “I'll admit, you being so confident about things is really wonderful. I'm glad that you've found a bit of peace with that part of you.”

 

The tray slid even closer towards her. “If you think you can impress me with some teasing and some jiggling, think again. You want my attention in THAT way, you need to EAT.”

 

A drop of sweat slid down Rarity's face. “Saw right through me, huh?” Rarity let out a nervous titter. Her magic reached out and started unwrapping everything on the tray. She dumped all the fries into a big pile and slathered it all with ketchup. “F-F-Fine...you wanna see me eat? I'll eat, but only this once.”

 

Rarity grabbed her burger and tore through a big chunk with one bite. Her jaw was working overtime as she scrambled to swallow it all down as fast as possible. Rarity's horn lit up as she grabbed a massive wad of fries and pushed them past her lips, getting ketchup and cheese all over her face.

 

You never imagined Rarity eating like this. Her stomach was already sloshing and glorping loudly as she forced more food into her belly. There was a sticky, greasy mess all over her face and there was no time to clean it all up. Rarity lost herself to the food binge, eating and eating and eating till there was nothing but sauce stains and salt.

 

“Oof...Goodness...” Rarity moaned. She rushed a hoof to her mouth to suppress a belch. Her stomach was bloated, at least doubled in size from all that food sloshing around in her tummy. “Satisfied?” She asked between labored breaths, offering a greasy smile as she rubbed her belly.

 

“Only if you are, you fatty.” You replied right back.

 

Rarity's face was bright red in half a second. “Oh Anonymous, please! Don't call a lady such scandalous things!”

 

“You're right.” You whispered, leaning back over the table. “You're more of a round, doughy cow without the spots.”

 

“Huff...you dirty flirt...” Rarity licked her lips before wiping off her face. “If you're going to insist on having me eat, why not do it someplace more personal?”

 

You eased back into your seat and finally unwrapped your burger. “Oh yea? Gonna see how much ice cream you can eat with all that fast food in your gut?”

 

“Heavens no. I was thinking more like...at your club.” Rarity wiggled her eyebrows at you.

 

“The club?” You blurted out, nearly choking on your burger. “Rarity, I thought I told you I wasn't interested in bringing you into the club.”

 

“Pleaaaaase? Just one night?” Rarity let out another burp and sighed. “I want to prove it to myself that all my convictions were wrong and the only place I can do that is at the greased slut. Make me one of your dancers and let me find my own beauty with my body.”

 

A smile broke over your face. “Rarity, you've always been beautiful. I've told you a million times that you don't need to do anything to prove that.”

 

“Not to prove it to you but to myself. I want to see the club for what it really is and not some silly den of evil like I believed. At the very, very least, can I come by before the shows and talk with the ponies there?” Rarity begged.

 

Rarity was in full pout mode with her eyes wide as could be and her lip trembling hard. There was absolutely no way you could deny such a cute mare her request. Not one bit.

 

“You can come over and we can relax at a table. No dancing, though. I'm still trying to make sure you're doing this for yourself, okay?” You crossed your arms and huffed.

 

Rarity held up her hoof. “I promise I wont try to beg you to dance at your club. Besides, I would need an outfit and a mask and all sorts of prep time for such a thing. You have my word.”

 

That made you feed better. You slid from the booth and stood up. “Lets get you home, you wonderfully plump cow.”

 

The fatty unicorn put her hooves on the table and shoved herself over...an inch. Rarity looked down and realized that her belly was snug against the edge of the table. With a massive blush on her face, Rarity sucked in her gut and properly slid out of the booth. “Goodness...” She managed to blurt out before quickly heading for the door.

 

Rarity insisted to trail behind all the way back to the boutique. It was obvious that she was still thinking about her little incident at the Hayburger and every time you peeked behind you, Rarity's face was bright red There was a light sigh of relief as the boutique came into view. “Farewell, Anon. I'll see you later!” Rarity called out as she rushed into her home.

 

 

You waved back at her and turned towards the forest. As your thoughts swirled about as they often did, one thought came to mind. Why deny Rarity a dance a the club? She was blooming into becoming a big eater and her sexy shape was perfect for a dance or two. Why refuse? The answer seemed so far away, locked within the deepest corners of your mind. Hopefully a little chat with her could find what you were looking for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Okay boss, we've got everything set up for tonight. Ready for another banger?” Vinyl Scratch called out from her DJ booth. “Ready whenever you are.”

 

Another quick check of your watch informed you that it was mere minutes before opening. “I guess Rarity got cold hooves. Oh well.” You shrugged as you walked to the front doors and put on your mask.

 

As you approached the door, you noticed your bouncers peeking outside. “Boss, what day is it? There's a mare out there that looks like she's trying to get candy for Nightmare Night.”

 

“Huh? Lemme see.” You peeked through the peephole and noticed your usual crowd wasn't packed by the door but was more interested in somepony wearing a white and black outfit. “How the hell is that?”

 

The doors opened, attracting a bit of attention from the stallions. “Hey, Mister Green! You didn't tell us you had another dancer for us to ogle. Tonight is gonna be AMAZING!”

 

“New dancer?” You questioned him. He pointed over to the pony strutting around in costume.

 

The masked pony turned around and waved. “Why hello, darling. I'm ready for my show tonight and so are these lovely stallions, am I right?”

 

A flurry of cheers filled the night as the stallions started to wander into the club. You clenched your fist as you walked up to the only pony you know that would ever use the nickname “darling”.

 

“Rarity! I told you no! What did you tell them?” You hissed. “What are you even WEARING?”

 

Adorning Rarity's face was a soft oval mask with two little horns at the top. It was mostly white, save for a few black spots here and there. A dainty little cow bell hung around her neck leading down to a rather skin tight cloth outfit. Her costume was white as her coat with large black splotches all over it.

 

“I merely told them the truth. You'd be showing off a new mare tonight and her name is Charity the cow!”

 

You rolled your eyes. “CHUBBY Charity the cow is more like it. I can't believe you. What happened to your promise?”

 

The fat mare giggled. “Mister Green, I am the element of GENEROSITY, not honesty. I promise my show will make a very generous addition to your profits, tonight. Simply let your fans have what they want and you'll be fine.”

 

Checkmate. Rarity had riled up the crowd already. They were expecting her, now. To stop her from performing would get them mad. “Fine. Fine. Chubby Charity will have a spot on a side stage tonight.”

 

“Side stage? A mare of my caliber demands the center stage!” Rarity huffed.

 

You turned and walked back into The Greased Slut. “Cows actually under my contracts and officially employed get center stage. Behave yourself, Charity or else you'll be fired before you even start!”

 

“Ugh...fine. Just make sure the stallions have their eyes on this prize!” Rarity smirked before walking through the crowd and slipping backstage,

 

“This fucking mare. First she wants nothing to do with me and now she wont leave me alone. Celestia, give me patience...” You shook your head as you wandered to the kitchen.

 

“Hey hey boss! How we doing? Who's ordering?” One of the chefs rushed over to you.

 

A note was quickly pushed into his hooves. “We have a new mare wearing all white with black spots. She'll be walking around and be on one of the side stages tonight. Make sure she ALWAYS has an overflowing plate of cookies and milk with her at all times. I don't mind if she gets backed up on 'orders' so go wild.”

 

The chef grinned as he stuck the note next to the ovens. “Gotcha. We'll make sure she can't even waddle home for sure!”

 

“Perfect.” You smiled and walked backstage. “My mares, can I have your attention?”

 

Your crew snapped to attention, dropping everything they were doing to listen. “We have a new performer and mare working for us on a trial basis for tonight. Everypony, say hello to Chubby Charity the Cow.”

 

A few hoofstomps filled the room as you pointed to Rarity in the edge of the room. “I want you all to give her the same kindness I show you and make sure she gets a round or two at the right stage, okay? Dismissed. Charity, come over here a moment.”

 

Rarity rushed over with confusion. “An...Mister Green? What's the trouble?”

 

Right as she asked, a big plate of cookies was wheeled backstage. “The girls will call you when it's your spot on the stage. For now, you've already got food orders coming in and I need you to walk around and show the stallions just how hungry you are with these cookies.”

 

“Oh, right. I suppose it isn't just stage shows. Do you know who ordered these? They look divine!”

 

“A couple of stallions chipped in for the biggest plate they could get. All you need to do is walk around and eat for now.” You gave Rarity a little pat on the rump. “Go get em, you big fat heifer.”

 

You could tell Rarity was blushing under her mask. “Y-Yes sir!” Rarity yelped before taking the tray of cookies with her to the floor. Satisfied, you followed her out of the backstage area and took a seat near the stage she was set to perform.

 

A careful eye watched as Rarity took to the floor. The stallions flocked to her instantly, eager to watch a new mare eat. Her flirtatious nature made it easy for her to control the crowds as they showered her with bits for every cookie she ate.

 

Her tight suit was looking tighter with every cookie she stuffed down her throat. It was a gleeful sight to see the full mare watch as another mega sized plate of cookies was put back on her tray. You could see the defeat in her eyes as she struggled to keep eating and doing her best to keep the stallions staring at her.

 

“Stallions! I'm sure you've been dying to see what our new performer can do! In just a few minutes, Chubby Charity will be on our side stage dancing and eating for your delight!” Vinyl's voice cut through the music for a moment before blasting more sick beats through the club.

 

Rarity waddled over to you in a hurry with desperation in her eyes. “Ano....Mister Green. Could we maybe...skip my stage show? After walking the floor for a while, I'm really, REALLY...”

 

UURRRRRRPPPPP

 

“....Full.” Rarity groaned as her belly wobbled from her powerful belch.

 

“We can't disappoint the crowd, can we, Charity?” You grinned before rising from your seat. “No way we can do that! Here's I'll help you waddle backstage and give you that little push, okay?”

 

Rarity shook her head. “No no no, darling! I'm much too full! I can't possibly URRRP eat another bite!”

 

Her words fell on deaf ears as you pushed her towards backstage. “Green! Anon! Pleaaaaassseee don't make me eat more!” Rarity whined and whimpered as you slid her behind the stage entrance.

 

“Knock 'em dead, fatty.” You cheered before giving Rarity's butt a nice, hard slap. She jolted forward enough to step out onto the stage.

 

“HEY! IT'S THE COW PONY!” The crowd cheered. Rarity was stuck on stage, forced to waddle to the center with her belly bouncing and sloshing full of cookies.

 

“H-Hello everypony!” Rarity gave a weak smile as a plate of cookies were set on the stage. “Oof, more cookies? I'm already so stuffed but I suppose I could try to eat just one more.”

 

She grabbed a cookie with her magic and stuffed it in her mouth. Rarity chewed as slowly as she could, easing herself onto her butt and allowing her belly to slap the floor with a heavy thud. “Listen for yourself!” Rarity called out before lashing out with her magic and grabbing one of the microphones from the DJ booth.

 

The sounds of sloshy digestion filled the speakers for a moment or two as Rarity pressed the mic deep into her belly. Her audience went wild, showering the stage with bits while Rarity continued to eat. Each cookie felt like an iron weight in Rarity's stomach as she packed more and more inside her bloated gut.

 

RIIIIPPP

 

Rarity's cow suit couldn't contain her belly any longer. The mic picked up on the sounds of cloth and stitching ripping apart as Rarity's gut surged outwards. It sagged over the stage like a flabby sandbag, glorping and gurgling harder as her stomach still struggled with the thousands of calories in her gut.

 

“Goodness, seems I might have ruined my costume. I was wondering what was going to pop first.” Rarity groaned. She placed the mic back in the DJ booth and tried to get to her hooves. “I seem to be in a bit of a bind...I'm so full, I can't get up!”

 

Rarity made a show of struggling to her hooves, making her belly wobble and her rear bounce with every exaggerated movement. The plate of cookies were left behind as Rarity struggled her way backstage.

 

As soon as Rarity was backstage, she fell to the floor. “Ohhh...my poor tummy. It hurts so bad.” Rarity moaned, giving her extremely bloated gut a gentle rubbing.

 

You leaned down and gave the stuffed mare a pat on the shoulder. “Now you know why we schedule things the way we do. Can't have our mares too full to move.” Slowly, you picked up Rarity in your arms. “Come on. Time for a little nap for my big, fat cow.”

 

The bed in your office was cozy as ever, allowing Rarity to finally relax. “So...this is you little secret, huh? Let your mares get too fat to move and reveal the convenient bed in your office?” Rarity stuck out her tongue. “I'm sure you make your workers deep clean these sheets every night.”

 

“Not every night. Some times I need a little nap after the shift ends before I drown myself in paperwork.” You smirked back at the cheeky mare. “Do you need anything? Maybe something bubbly to ease your stomach?”

 

Rarity's magic tugged at your sleeve. “I wouldn't mind a belly rub.” She blushed as you drew close. “It felt wonderful on that shameful night I made you watch while I made a disgrace of myself.”

 

With a simple press into her bloated stomach, your massage began . You could feel how tightly packed her tummy was under her skin. "You sure you can keep this up? This wasn't even a busy night for the club and you're absolutely stuffed."

 

The full mare kept silent. Her focus was drawn to your hands lovingly massaging her tummy. “You've already done such a wonderful job changing yourself. You didn't need to gain all this weight and stuff yourself tonight.”

 

Rarity opened her mouth to speak but a quick belch left her lips. “Oh, excuse me...” She tried to cover her mouth but another burp forced itself out. “Oof....you're really good at this.”

 

Her magic gripped your jacket, slowly taking it off as best she could. “Rarity....what are you doing?” Your question went unanswered as Rarity leaned up and moved herself as close to your face as she could.

 

“Darling, I know you've been looking at me. Enjoying the show I've been putting on. The only thing I have left to do to make sure I've cast away my old self...is to claim you as my prize. Please, Anon? Show me how much you love me.”

 

Slowly, you pulled off your mask and stowed it in your jacket. “Rarity...I can't.”

 

“What? But...all this time. All this weight?” Rarity gave her tummy a jiggle. “After all I've gained, does it mean nothing to you?”

 

“Rarity, please! I'm proud that you've been fighting your demons and learning to change but I shouldn't be your ultimate prize. You....” You choked up for a moment, trying to find the words you needed. “You've always been a beautiful, gorgeous mare even when we first met. Any stallion should be flattered to have you asking for a little fun in the sheets but if all I am is a milestone for you, I just can't.”

 

Rarity backed away. “So....I was a fool all along. The mare is always the prize, correct? No winning you over in a million years.”

 

“More like I value our friendship too much to just lay with you and be done with it.” You said in a soft tone. “I never once imagined we could ever be friends and now that we are, I don't want that to go away.”

 

Her blush intensified as you spoke. “You think of us as friends?”

 

“I'd like to think so. Maybe not as good as your other friends but still a friend.” You gave her tummy one last squeeze before releasing her blorpy gut. “You've still got a long road ahead, Rarity. I think I've done all I can at this point.”

 

You looked up to see a small tear running down Rarity's face. “Now that you mention it, I think I have a bit of catching up to do...and some apologizing. Thank you, Anon. You truly are a good friend.”

 

“Glad to hear it.” You stood up from the bed but felt another tug on your jacket.

 

“Um....could we...cuddle, at least? I don't want to be alone right now.” Rarity begged. There was no refusing that adorable face at all. You slid into your bed behind her and pulled her close. “Goodness....” Rarity moaned as she felt your hands sink back into her belly.

 

In seconds, Rarity was fast asleep in your arms. Without her to keep your mind busy, you suddenly began to wonder about a few things. More questions than answers filled your head as you mindlessly rubbed Rarity's tummy. You were in the same situation as countless other times. A big, round mare practically begging for your attention and yet you turned her down. Twice in one day, in fact.

 

There was just something that bugged you about everything you've done today. It wasn't like you at all. Perhaps all you needed was more time to think about things. As much as you would have loved to distract yourself with the club, Rarity had your arm pinned under her. You couldn't bear to wake her up so you simply closed your eyes and hoped for sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Boss?! Boss! Hey, pick up!” Your intercom buzzed you awake as one of the bouncers screamed into the microphone. “It's almost ten AM and we haven't seen you around. You asleep?”

 

As careful as you could be, You slipped out of bed. Rarity was still fast asleep without a care in the world. Her tummy had shrank in the night as it happily digested an entire bakery's worth of cookies. You pulled your arm from under her shoulder and rushed over to the intercom. “Sorry...Long night with one of the dancers. What's up?”

 

A chuckle came from the other side. “Oh, right. The new mare. Got it.” The bouncer sighed before continuing. “Service has been over for four hours, boss. Everypony else is outta here. Have a good day.”

 

You clicked the intercom off and sat at your desk. “Damn. Totally behind schedule now. Screw it.” The club seemed too quiet without the roar of the music or the screams of the crowd. Time to get out of here. You looked at the clock, then to your guest hogging your bed. “Better wake her up. If I'm late, there's no telling how far behind Rarity is.”

 

“Rarity? Raaaarityyyyy?” You gave the marshmallow a little push on the shoulder. “Rarity, it's ten in the morning. We should probably get going.”

 

“Mmmmm five more minutes, mom. I don't wanna go to school today.” Rarity mumbled. She slowly opened her eyes to see you grinning down at her. “...Good morning, Anonymous. I see that I'm not in my own bed, am I?”

 

“Nope! Fell asleep in my office after all those belly rubs.” You sat down next to her. “It's getting late in the morning, though. I don't have much planned besides taking care of business here but I can at least walk you home if you want me to.”

 

Rarity groaned as she lifted herself up into a sitting position. “Oh, don't worry about little old me. I can take care of myself.” She eased herself off the bed, huffing as she felt her tummy wobble underneath her. “My...those cookies sure did a number on my figure, Anon.”

 

“Told you it's not easy.” You smirked. “If I had known you were seriously considering working here, I might have encouraged you to eat more on our lunches.”

 

“Well now that I know what I'm in for, I can practice!” Rarity grinned back at you before exiting your office. You followed close behind as Rarity made her way to the front doors.

 

You held the door open for her. “No promises you get a spot. While you certainly have a flair for the stage, there's definitely some things I want you to do before I consider hiring you.”

 

“While I've been enjoying your company these past few weeks, I'm worried your actual job is in danger. I need to see you being productive at the boutique. You've worked too hard to throw it all away. Another thing is your REAL friends. I think it's about time you tell them the reason you've been in such a bad mood.”

 

Rarity slowed her pace. “My friends...I really do need to apologize for ruining the picnic. Most of all, I need to apologize to Sweetie Belle. I don't think she's seen me since I yelled at her.”

 

“I'm sure everypony is going to be a little surprised but you know what? I bet they'll all love you just the same.” You gave Rarity your biggest smile as you reached her house. “Reach out to them when you feel the time is right. I want to make sure you focus on you and not me or my club until you're properly back in the saddle.”

 

You opened the door for Rarity one last time. “Take care of yourself, Rarity. Don't do anything for anypony but yourself.”

 

“Anonymous?” Rarity called out as you turned to leave. “Let me know if you are free for lunch sometime soon. If you'd allow me the pleasure, I'd adore keeping up with our little ritual.”

 

“Any time!” You waved good bye and began walking back to the club. There was a small bounce in your step even as you returned back to your office for the endless paperwork that plagued your life. Still, you had a wonderful time with Rarity. No need to end a blooming friendship, right?

 

From afar, you watched Rarity's continued progress. No longer did she hide in the alleyways but walked through town with authority. You could see her little smirks flash on her face when she overheard stallions compliment her while the mares made jealous, hushed whispers. The confidence Rarity once had was returning to her and it only continued to grow.

 

Her friends didn't hesitate to forgive her, either. Every pony gathered around in a BIG group hug after Rarity had explained herself. Even her sister was quick to reconcile with the plump marshmallow mare once the filly had gotten over her shock. Finally free of her qualms, Rarity resumed her work. A few “plus size” ponyquinns were “donated” to her shops to help her along with the new status quo you had pushed into Equestria.

 

Of course you were true to your word and continued to help her along in your own ways. It became a habit to stop by and chat while Rarity was busy working up until lunch. Tired of the hayburger every time, you tried to spice things up by taking Rarity to some of the actual restaurants around town.

 

“Oh darling, the coffee shop again? I'm not in the mood for a sandwich today.” Rarity sighed as she followed you for lunch.

 

“Well we could try the diner across town. Maybe the pizza place on the north side? I'm not too terribly picky.”

 

“Mmm...if you insist, let's go there for lunch!” Rarity pointed over to Sugarcube Corner. “My sweet tooth has been aching for a slice of cake for days. Plus I promised Pinkie that I would stop by today.”

 

You shrugged your shoulders. “Fine by me. I can always do with a good muffin.” A tug of the handle opened the door, alerting the Cakes of your arrival. “Carrot! Cup! How ya doing?”

 

“Anon! My favorite human.” Carrot grinned as he walked over for a hoof bump. “What's up?”

 

“Not much. Just here for lunch.” You gestured to Rarity who was busy eyeballing the sweets in the case. “Whatever you want, Rarity. On me as usual.”

 

“Hmm....How about a dozen doughnuts, half of that chocolate cake and a cherry pie? I'm starving!” Rarity licked her lips as Carrot Cake grabbed her order.

 

“How about you, Anon?” Carrot smirked.

 

“Just a muffin. Whatever is fresh.”

 

“RARITY!” Pinkie Pie waddled out of the back, dragging her flour coated belly behind her. “Don't you dare stuff yourself before you get a chance to taste my new eclair recipe! Wait one second and I'll get them from the kitchen.”

 

Even with her immense size, Pinkie was gone in a heartbeat. A gigantic tray of eclairs sat on her back as she waddled over to Rarity's table. You looked back at the counter to see Carrot Cake giving you a sly smile along with a blueberry muffin. “So....how's Rarity?”

 

“She's doing great. Rarity has finally resumed making dresses. It's been a bit awkward for her here and there like remembering to order a LOT more bolts of fabric than before but she's really coming back strong.”

 

Carrot Cake shook his head. “Nooooo not THAT. I mean how is Rarity in bed? I'm sure for all her pretend standards, she's a real timberwolf in the sack.”

 

You nearly choked on your muffin, barely swallowing it down before glaring at Carrot. “Hey HEY! I'm not just some shallow jerk that screws mares and then forgets about them!”

 

“Anon, don't sell me my own manure and call it sunshine. Almost every mare I've seen you take a shine towards was either for the club or to get in a quick fuck before hiring them for the club.” Carrot Cake moved in real close to your face and grinned. “I know what's going on and you don't, for once.”

 

“W-What?”

 

Carrot Cake poked you in the chest. “These little lunch dates, staying up to follow her around and neglecting the club here and there, even the way you look at her. You're in love, Anon.”

 

“Pfff, no way.” You turned from Carrot's eyes and stared at the wall. “She just had some hang ups about things and it was interfering with business.”

 

“Anon, that was months ago. I know I don't check in often with the club but everypony was talking about the night Rarity was on stage.” Carrot Cake gave your shoulder a little tap. “Sure, it wasn't your idea but you let her do it and after all that, you both left together in the morning.”

 

“She had a tummy ache. I would do the same for any of my mares.” You defended yourself from his sharp accusations.

 

“Yet here you are a month later and still giving her special treatment.” Carrot Cake chuckled as he walked around the counter and forced you to turn towards Rarity. “Tell me what you think of when you see her.”

 

You sighed as you did what Carrot asked. Rarity was enjoying her chat with Pinkie, smiling as she wiped a bit of frosting off her face. “I see a really good friend. One that I want to support as long as she needs it. A stylish, fancy mare that is in charge of herself for the first time and loving it.”

 

“Funny how your opinion of her has elevated since you two stopped fighting. Really funny how you started smiling REALLY wide once you started talking.” Carrot Cake's smug look told it all. “Anon, you're falling for her. I have no doubt in my mind it wont be long before one of you suggests a REAL date.”

 

“Yea right....” You trailed off. The butterflies in your stomach weren't convinced “...You think so?”

 

Carrot laughed. “It's written on your face, man. Trust me as a married stallion, my friend. All it takes is that one special night to turn a few embers of romance into a roaring passion that nothing will extinguish. Take the shot. If it doesn't work out, you've got plenty of other mares to choose from.”

 

You gulped. “Where in the world would I ever take her for a date that would be special? We've been pretty much everywhere in town. Maybe somewhere in Canterlot, maybe?”

 

“Perhaps somewhere closer than you think.” Carrot gave you one last pat on the shoulder before walking towards the kitchen. “You've both been seeking approval from each other for your lifestyles. Why not ask her out to the place all this awkward tension began?”

 

Carrot retreated to the kitchen, leaving you with your muffin and your thoughts. You grabbed your food and munched on it quietly, waiting for Pinkie to finish her taste testing. The more you thought about it all, the harder it became to keep your hands from shaking. Everything came into focus all at once.

 

The dates, refusing Rarity's advances, keeping an eye on her when you should have been working. Carrot's insight had lifted the fog from your mind that had been plaguing you for so long. Rarity was not a prize for the bedroom like all the others. She was something more that no mare in Equestria could ever be in your heart.

 

“There you are, Anon. I was hoping you would sit down before finishing your lunch.” Rarity giggled as she grabbed one last eclair. She nibbled on it delicately, savoring the chocolate glaze and the sweet filling. “Have a nice chat with Carrot?”

 

“Y-Yea...” You mumbled. Another bite of the muffin and your lunch was over.

 

Rarity pulled herself away from her food. “Anon, it certainly didn't sound good. What has you so worried? Is it the club?”

 

“Anon, please. You know you can talk to me about anything. That's what friends are for.” Rarity smiled as she levitated a doughnut over to you. “Hungry? I know you just had a muffin but there's plenty more for both of us.”

 

You politely pushed the doughnut away. “Actually, I kinda wanted to ask a little something...”

 

Rarity's ears perked up as you spoke. “Rarity...I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to go on a date.”

 

A titter escaped Rarity before she took a bite of pie. “Oh darling, isn't that what we're doing? Isn't that what we've been doing? I enjoy our little dates so why ask me so suddenly?”

 

“I mean....” You trailed off once more. “I mean...like a DATE date. Not out eating lunch but having dinner...maybe a show? Even some wine by the moonlight.”

 

Rarity stopped herself from taking a giant bite of her cake. “A....A DATE date?” Her face lit up red in seconds as her eyes suddenly couldn't make contact with yours. “I...um...” She tried to keep the conversation going but the tension was building by the second.

 

“Darling....I...Are you sure? You aren't doing this as some sort of jest or ruse, are you?”

 

You put up your hands in defense. “Rarity, I'm serious! For weeks now, I've been wondering why I've been acting so funny. You came to me of all being in Equestria for help and so I did.” You could feel the heat on your face as you spoke.

 

“Spending so much time with you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Most mares are just a one night fling but I got to see the real you and I guess....I guess I've never had that connection with anypony else before. It's all been business.”

 

“Is that why you wouldn't let me dance at the club?” Rarity asked.

 

“I think so. You weren't a prize for the club. You were hurting and I couldn't let you ruin yourself by falling into things like that.”

 

Rarity smiled a tiny bit. “Oh, so falling into obesity is fine but performing at the club isn't?”

 

You bit your lip. “I know, I'm a lousy, no good hypocrite. Something about you was different. I've never had a mare come to me in tears, begging to work at The Greased Slut. I felt like I had to protect you from me because it wasn't a path you were meant to travel.”

 

“Darling.” Rarity smiled before taking a bite of cake. “I admit, you've grown on me over these past few weeks. If we are being honest, it was more my heart looking forward to your visits and not my stomach, although my tummy is always happy to be fed thanks to you.”

 

“You helped me when you had no obligation to. You should have thrown me out of your club that night but you didn't and now we've become wonderful friends...” Rarity's reply hung in the air for a moment.

 

“But?” You cut into her silence.

 

“But are you sure about all this? About us?” Rarity pushed her ears flat as she looked at the table. “What if we're wrong and this is really is just a silly fling that will end in heart break?”

 

“What about the club?”

 

“What about it?” You asked.

 

“Anon, you and I are workaholics. We are married to our jobs. What happens when we become coltfriend and marefriend and find out that we can't make a relationship work?'

 

You reclined back in your chair. “Hmm...what if we put on a show together as a date?”

 

Rarity giggled. “Darling, please! You're really suggesting our first real date be at The Greased Slut? With me dancing and eating on stage? You realize how ridiculous you sound?”

 

“I know I do.” You admitted. “However, you said it yourself. We're married to our jobs. I think the only way to make sure we can survive a relationship is if we cross that threshold.” You leaned forward and smiled. “We'll put on the best show the club has ever seen. Me and you up on that stage...together.”

 

Rarity bit her lip. “I wonder...could that really work for us? We've been such polar opposites for so long that it seems impossible for our worlds to mesh together...”

 

“We wont know until we try.” You grabbed the doughnut Rarity had offered you and moved to her side of the table. A big bite of fried dough was taken from one side before you offered it to Rarity. “If you still feel like this would get too weird, we don't have to do this. My heart is telling me that if I don't try, I'll regret this for the rest of my life.”

 

Rarity blushed as you pushed the side of the doughnut with the bite mare towards her muzzle. 'Darling, please....” She squirmed before taking a bite herself. Her ears sprung up as she felt your lips brush against her cheek.

 

“One night. Give me one night to put you on that stage and make you a star. My bright, glowing star that I wont ever let go.” You held her tight with one arm as the other resumed feeding her the last of the doughnut.

 

“....It's a date, Anonymous.” Rarity reached over and hugged you back, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter about once more. “How about this Friday night? I don't think performing after this heavy lunch is a good idea...plus I might need to alter and fix my costume...”

 

“Of course. I can't wait for it.” You smiled as you grabbed another doughnut. It too, was pushed into Rarity's mouth to be devoured with all the others. Just as Rarity was about to finish it, you pressed your lips against hers and stole away the last little bit. “If you need any help, let me know. I need to get hands on with this fashion stuff if you're going to be my perfect lil cow, right?”

 

Both of you were blushing like crazy, unable to look at each other. A little titter escaped Rarity before she nuzzled your neck. From the kitchen door, Carrot peeked into the lobby with a giant grin. “Told you, Anon. About time you found a mare to settle down with.”

 

 

 

 

 

In all the years of owning and building your empire of smut, tonight was the first night a shift had made you nervous. Sweat poured off your face as you struggled to keep yourself together. “It'll be fine...Rarity knows what she is in for. You made the list of food together and you'll be there for it all. No worries. No panic.”

 

The butterflies in your stomach disagreed with you. You felt so powerless and it you weren't even the star of the show. A generous helping of the strongest apple cider known to Ponyville sat in a glass on your desk. “Gah....” You groaned before downing the whole glass at once. It burned so good all the way down. The glass hit the desk with a thud as you relaxed as best you could before taking your mask from your jacket pocket. “Show time, mother fuckers. The one that will make or break everything.”

 

Down in the fitting rooms, Rarity was having the same troubles. Her hooves were shaking as she slipped into her costume. Her cow outfit had been improved for her big show. Bigger, baggier and made of a much stretchier material, it was ready for all the flab Rarity could throw at it. “Everything will be fine. You're just going to have a little snack...in front of dozens of ponies....while Anon feeds it all to me.”

 

Her magic reached out for a nearby bottle of cider. Rarity pushed it to her lips and took a quick sip. “Ack! I have no idea how ponies drink hard liquor like that...” She coughed up a little of the stiff drink as the effects slowly took hold. “I'm fine....it'll be fine. No problems here!” Rarity grabbed her cow mask and slipped it on along with her bell. “Show time, darlings! Time to be the best cow I can be....for him.”

 

Rarity peeked out from backstage to see you walking up to the doors. Her anxiety returned in full force. “Oh dear...what if I can't handle it? What if I make a fool of myself?”

 

Her voice was a whisper against the music blasting through the club. You turned back to the stage and caught her head poking out from behind the curtains. A quick thumbs up was all you could offer before pushing open the doors to your amazing slice of heaven.

 

“Stallions! Who is here to get fucked up and watch some mares jiggle their asses off?” You shouted into the darkness. The same, energetic cheer rang out through the forest as the masked ponies hopped in place.

 

“Good! I want to make a small announcement for tonight. If any of you remember our lovely cow from a few weeks ago, get excited. She's back for a very special center stage show at midnight. “ The crowd went wild inching towards the door in anticipation.

 

“Anything bought during her show will be half off. Drinks for you and meals for the mares, of course. Now, lets get this party started!” You led the charge back into the club, followed by a motley crew of horny males.

 

You made your way backstage and checked the clock. One hour till midnight. “Charity?”

 

Rarity raised her hoof at her makeup station. “Mister Green! Is the crowd warmed up?”

 

“Yea...” You looked at Rarity and couldn't help but blush. Every detail was perfect. The sparkle in her eyes, the big smile on her face, her squishy, soft tummy. You couldn't resist and gave her a hug. “How are you feeling?”

 

The chubby mare sighed as she felt your arms wrap around her. “Scared...I know we'll leave the guests wanting more but I still have no idea if this is right for us.”

 

“Me either.” You admitted. There was a slight waver in your voice as you spoke. “It might make being friends awkward for a while....or forever.”

 

Rarity bit her lip. “Darling, please don't say that. I'll always be your friend as strange as it still sounds.” She offered you a smile before leaning in and smooching your cheek. You could feel your heart beat slamming against your chest as the sexy mare pulled herself away.

 

“Heh, is your heart beating extremely fast? Don't worry, so is mine.” A bit of a blush was left uncovered by Rarity's mask. “If nothing else, it will be a divine meal for sure.”

 

You both laughed at her cheesy joke. Another peek at the clock revealed there was still tons of time left. “I'm gonna go and work up the guests some more. Stay hungry, my big cuddly marshmallow.”

 

It hurt to leave so suddenly but business was business. Staying in the back wouldn't do you much good anyway. You needed a distraction to calm yourself before the big show. A few drink orders here, a bit of idle chit chat there. Your feet moved around the club as fast as they could to get the jitters out.

 

“It's five to midnight.” You peered at your watch for a few seconds, then made your way to the back. The green light from the kitchen was flashing in front of the center stage entrance. “Good, everything is ready. Are we?”

 

Rarity sighed. “To be truthful? Not really.” She smiled and gave you one last hug. “Whatever happens...I love you, Anon.”

 

Her words tempered your heart. You stepped out onto center stage with a grin on your face as the lights sped over to you. “Hello my party ponies. Are you ready for the show of a lifetime?”

 

Their cheers widened your smile. “Everypony, make some noise for Chubby Charity!”

 

The audience screamed in delight as Rarity waddled on stage. A flurry of cat calls fill the room as she took her place beside you.

 

“Fuck, she's so hot!”

 

“She's even bigger than last time! Hell yes!”

 

“Wew...when is she available for the back rooms...”

 

“Good evening, darlings!” Rarity called out. She blew a kiss or two to the stallions at the front. “I'm Chubby Charity, the big cow with an even bigger appetite. Tonight, I'll be eating a ton of my favorite pastries with a LOT of milk.” She gave her belly a pat and jiggled it under her costume.

 

“To make sure I eat every crumb, our very own Mister Green will feed it all to me and make my belly huge just for you.” The stallions went wild, stomping their hooves as the stage hands began setting up everything for a feast of a meal.

 

Rarity sat down on a reinforced stool while the stage hands did their magic. Several trays of sweets including exotic looking pastries, cookies, doughnuts, bite sized pies and cinnamon rolls were arranged out on the stage behind out. The crème de la crème was a gigantic pitcher of milk as big as your head to wash it all down.

 

“Ready, my chubby cow?” You asked.

 

“Moo!” Rarity replied. She didn't wait, pointing to the platters of cinnamon rolls first. “Feed me till this silly costume tears apart one more time!”

 

The crowd loved it. You loved her gluttony even more. Carefully, you picked up a cinnamon roll and pushed it in her mouth. The greedy mare bit into it with a moan, licking her lips free of any stray frosting. It took several bites to get down but Rarity was starved for the sweet treats.

 

It wouldn't be long before the platter of cinnamon rolls were empty. Rarity sighed as she felt your hand press into her gut as she tried to relax. She grabbed a nearby microphone and belched into it, drowning out the music with her hedonistic pleasure.

 

You leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. The audience shouted and screamed, begging for more. It was your turn to pick and the exotic pastries seemed like a good bet. Various fruits, icings, frostings and fillings were pushed into Rarity's mouth, making her moan and shudder while her stomach began to digest and slosh away all these calories.

 

Her tummy was beginning to fill her outfit. The baggy area around her gut was fading as her stomach bloated out with more food. Rarity made sure to moan and coo while she rubbed her belly for the crowd. They were eating it up just like she was.

 

“Darling, could I trouble you for some milk?” Rarity asked. Without a glass to pour it for her, you were forced to offer her the lip of the jug. Slowly, you poured the sweet, fattening cream down her throat. Her tummy sloshed and blorped with every drop, expanding her gut with each swallow.

 

Another sexy belch filled the air as Rarity made some room. Her outfit was looking even tighter than before. It fit nice around her food baby belly, no longer showing any sag or puffiness. “Want more?” You asked.

 

“There's only one answer to that. Cookies, please.” Rarity commanded. You offered her one as a coy little offering. She responded by snatching the cookie out of your hand with her hoof and slowly licking your fingers clean. Your heart was pounding as she gave a little wink before devouring the cookie. “You can do better than one at a time, right Mister Green? Your cow is HUNGRY tonight!”

 

One cookies quickly turned into two. Two turned into four. Rarity's cheeks were bulging outwards as you forced her to keep eating as fast as she could. You waited until most of the cookies were gone to slow down and give Rarity a break. The poor mare was panting hard between bites, almost unable to breathe as you stuffed her full.

 

“There's still plenty more to eat. My cow is perfect for pastry and sweets disposal and she'll eat every crumb, I promise.” You swapped to the mini pies as soon as the cookies were gone, not allowing too much rest between bites. Rarity's only reprieve was gulping down milk and filling up any empty space in her tummy.

 

Rarity tried her best to wipe off all the sticky sweet mess that had clung to her face during this massive binge. Every time, you swatted her hoof away and gave her a kiss on the lips to help clear it up instead. Each smooch tasted sweeter and sweeter as the sugar and filling residue continued to pile on.

 

UUUURRRRRRRRPPPPP

 

Another belch and Rarity was ready to keep eating. Her costume was now incredibly snug. The stretchy material was holding up, hiding away the impossibly full belly from the onlookers. “M...More.” Rarity begged as she held her stomach. “Make me your huge fat cow, Mister Green.”

 

“You're so cute when you beg to get stuffed.” You admitted. The doughnuts were the last thing on the list. You knew Rarity was nearing her limit and it was time to slow down. Each doughnut received a small kiss from you before entering Rarity's mouth.

 

Stalling for time was critical to finishing it all and you had an ace up your sleeve. You pointed a microphone down to Rarity's tummy and let her glorpy, sloshy gut drown out the music on the speakers The stallions cheered, throwing more bits onto the stage while you rubbed Rarity's enormous belly.

 

Another belch and you knew that was it. It was now or never. Doughnut after doughnut slipped into her mouth, bloating up the cutie cow with every bite. Her costume was strained against her stomach, pulled tight from filling up on so much food so quickly.

 

“The....milk....” Rarity groaned. “Every....drop.” She begged, opening her mouth as wide as she could.

 

You pushed the last doughnut into her mouth and waited for her to swallow. She opened her mouth like the good cow she was and swallowed the last few gulps of milk. Rarity groaned as she leaned back in her stool, letting her belly flop over her hind legs and spread her thighs apart. Her cow costume was barely holding on, pulled tight over an even tighter belly.

 

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP

 

Every pony in the club lost it their mind. The echo of her belch hung in the air for a moment before the music resumed pulsing through your ears. You leaned down and kissed Rarity over and over, nuzzling her neck with adoration. “That was the sexiest thing you've ever done, you gorgeous, fat cow.”

 

Rarity offered you a smile before slumping down. You helped her get to her hooves and shakily walk off the stage. The bits were still pouring out from the crowd while you sought refuge backstage. “Wow....that was incredible. I didn't think you'd be able to handle it all.”

 

“Anon....upstairs....” Rarity struggled to speak. Her breathe was short and pained as she tried to rub at her distended belly.

 

“Oh of course! Hold on, Rares!” You bent down and gently scooped her up on your arms. Care was made not to put any pressure on her tummy as you exited the backstage area and walked upstairs to your office.

 

Your bed was ready in an instant along with some antacids and ginger ale. You set Rarity down as gentle as you could. “How ya feeling?”

 

“Terribly full, darling.” Rarity groaned as she removed her mask and tossed it to the floor. “Would you grant me the pleasure of those wonderful hands of yours? Please?”

 

Her wish was your command. Instantly, your hands were on her belly, working out all the stressed muscles, tense knots and freeing up any possible space. Rarity quickly went from pained moans to pleased coos and grunts as she belched away some of the tense pressure.

 

“My goodness, we really did put on a show. They loved it.”

 

“They loved you. My perfect cow knows how to eat for sure.” You teased.

 

“Getting ahead of yourself, darling? I haven't agreed to be your cow yet, dear Anon.”

 

You flinched. “I guess you haven't huh?” A sigh left your lips as you continued rubbing. “Should have known you wouldn't be into this like I am.”

 

Rarity kept silent save for her little moans. “Still, doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?”

 

Her silence chilled you to the bone. You kept your head down and kept rubbing to help your friend. As you continued to rub, you began to feel something pressing on your back. You looked up just as Rarity leaned in. Your lips connected, igniting a passionate, loving kiss.

 

Your mask was slowly pulled away and dropped to the floor. “Anon....could you....rub a little lower?”

 

Rarity's hoof grabbed one of your hands and inched it down her belly. She blushed as your fingers grazed her thighs as she planted your hand extremely low on her gut. “Could you....rub there for a while? Please?”

 

It was your turn to blush. There was an unmistakable moisture residing in the fabric of her suit. You couldn't tell exactly what it was but you rubbed like you asked. Rarity's moans changed from relief to arousal as the dampness began to spread.

 

“I...What we did downstairs was one of the most passionate things I've been a part of.” Rarity began. “There was no doubt...I could feel your love with every bite...every kiss. I believe there's only one more thing I want to know for sure before you have any sort of claim to me.”

 

Rarity reached behind her and tugged at the zipper of her suit. Slowly, she shed the skin tight suit and tossed it to the floor as well. Her flabby, full gut squished freely into the bed without anything holding it back.

 

“You wanted to keep me away from this life because you thought I was special. Well, now you need to prove it...by rutting me harder than you've ever rut a mare before in your life, Anonymous. You've proven your passion in the club. Let's see if you show any passion in the bedroom, you fattening casanova.”

 

Your heart was beating in your throat. With your hands trembling, you reached up and pulled off your jacket. The buttons to your shirt were unfastened as quick as could be and your belt was loosened half a second after that. You stood up and pulled off your clothes, leaving you just as nude as the stuffed marshmallow on your bed.

 

“Mmm...darling, if you had told me you were packing, I would have considered this sooner.” Rarity growled as she couldn't keep her eyes off your crotch. She bit her lip as you stood over the bed for a moment before sliding above her.

 

“Come here, you stud. Breed me like the naughty cow I am!” Rarity teased as she shifted onto her back. She pulled up her belly and spread her legs to reveal her dripping pussy to you. You leaned down and kissed her tummy, trailing up to her neck and face. Your erection inched closer and closer as your chest squished against her tummy hard.

 

“Ready?” You asked.

 

Rarity gave a little nod as you slipped in close enough to brush her wet lips. You could see her jiggling out of the corner of your eyes as her lust filled shudder rocked her spine. Slowly, you entered the soft mare as much as you could.

 

“Oh...darling YES!” Rarity moaned hard. Her forelegs wrapped around your arms as she struggled to contain herself. “Go....start....rut me! Rut me so hard we break this bed!” She cried out, wiggling her hips as best she could.

 

No more stalling. You pulled yourself out almost all the way and slowly reentered her. Rarity couldn't stop from sputtering and twitching as you gave her another kiss on the neck. Poor marshmallow was already a mess and you only made it worse by gripping her tummy tight.

 

“Mmmmm I'm such a fat cow. Naughty cow. I ate all that food and now I just want to get filled up even more. I'm such a greedy slut.” Rarity whispered her dirty teasing to you, begging you to speed up.

 

“You're my naughty cow and I love every inch of you.” You whispered right back. A hard thrust really sent her body jiggling about. Rarity's lewd talking had silenced for a moment as she tried to clamp down on you as best she could.

 

“Speaking of cows, I'm going to milk you dry. I want that seed of yours inside me so baaaaad.” Rarity wiggled her hips in time to your thrusts. “You wont be able to resist sowing that warm seed in my womb all night, you horny bastard.”

 

Her taunting was working. All you could think about now was fucking her. Rarity smiled as she felt you speed up. “Getting desperate? Good! I'm your fat, sweaty cock sleeve for the night and I wont be satisfied till you cum!”

 

“You kiss your mother with that mouth? Hard to believe I'm talking to the same mare who wanted this place gone.” You taunted right back, doing your best to draw out this intense passion.

 

“I'll kiss you with this mouth, you sexy brute.” Rarity leaned in and kissed you hard, causing you to stop your thrusting.

 

“Got you!” She shouted. Rarity quickly wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled your crotch in close to her body. “Now you can't do anything but rut me proper. Breed your cow, Anonymous. DO IT!”

 

That was the final straw. Through all the teasing, feeding and jiggling, you had manged to resist. Your love for this fat, dirty mare was overflowing and it was time to empty your cup. Rarity got her desire as you picked up where you left off at an insane speed, pushing your crotch as hard as you could against hers.

 

Your deep, hard thrusts sent Rarity into a sputtering fit. Nothing intelligible could leave her mouth as your hard fucking scrambled the signal to her brain. All she could do was hold on tight for the ride and scream in joy.

 

As much as you wanted it to go on forever, the telltale signs of the end were fast approaching. You slowed down your thrusts as best you could but it was no use. With one final push, you hilted as best you could into the greedy mare and came as hard as possible.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh daaarrrrrlllling!” Rarity shouted as her hind legs locked behind you even harder. She shuddered and cooed in delight as she felt every warm drop invade her pussy and make her feel so warm inside. You gave one final thrust before leaning to the ride and collapsing next to Rarity.

 

“My goodness....” Rarity panted. Her iron grip soon faded, allowing herself to slump in bed next to you. She scooted over and took a little spoon position. “Wow....by Celestia's mane...”

 

“You okay, Rares?” You asked. Instinct forced your hands to reach over her sides and cradle her soft tummy as you spooned the jiggly mare.

 

“Just dandy....What a rush.” Rarity moaned as you squeezed her tummy all over. “I love to admit it. Fat sex really is wonderful.”

 

“Hah. Glad I could help change your perspective.” You giggled. A few moments passed by in silence, allowing you to gather your thoughts. “So....does that make us...official?”

 

Rarity tittered. “Anon, please. I was only teasing before. I had a feeling before the day even started that we would finally embrace each other in the way only lovers can.”

 

You couldn't help but notice that Rarity was squishing her soft, sexy flank against your crotch. “Buuut...if you think we need a second...or third....or fourth opinion on the matter, I'm sure we could “talk” about it.”

 

Her gluttony and lust seemed to be insatiable at this point. You couldn't help but moan as your dick slid between her butt cheeks. “Fine...if we need convincing all night, we'll go all night.” You teased.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was another grand night on the outskirts of town. The forest was alive with activity as dozens and dozens of stallions crowded around a familiar building. Neon signs of a fat mare stuffing herself with food illuminated their masked faces as they waited for The Greased Slut to open.

 

Inside the dressing room, A particular mare was at her station, getting ready for another big night. “Anon, do my spots look right? I'm worried I dabbed on too much body paint on my sides.”

 

Rarity grabbed her paint brush and pointed to her tummy. It was beyond massive, dominating her body as it squished against the floor. Her whole body had softened up nicely, adding pudge and cuddly softness from her cute, chubby face to her sexy, chair breaking flanks.

 

“There's nothing wrong with your spots, baby. It just looks off cause you've gotten so big.” You giggled as you helped her apply more paint. “Maybe we should slow down on your shows. I know you're eating for three now and loving it but you're reaching that point where you're dragging your belly around.”

 

Rarity rubbed her belly a little, blushing as she felt a soft kick from inside her womb. “Oh I know, darling. I know I should stop but I love showing off for the crowd. Besides, we have to show these off while I've still got them.”

 

The massive mare stood up and turned around. Resting between her fat, tree trunk sized legs were a pair of fat, milky crotchboobs that hung down to her knees.

 

“I'm just worried is all. If Chubby Charity wants center stage, I can't deny her.” You leaned down and kissed Rarity hard.

 

“Darn right you can't!” Rarity nuzzled your chest and smiled. “What did I do to deserve such a wonderful husband?”

 

“Get really, really, really fat?” You both giggled as you checked your watch. “Time to invite the guests in. Let me know if you need anything.”

 

“I need to be miiiilllked!” Rarity whined as she shook her rear. There was no telling if the sloshing you heard was from her gigantic belly or her plump tits but both answers left you blushing.

 

“I'll be right back!” You shouted as you rushed to the front door.

 

Vinyl Scratch was ready and waiting for the crowd, turning up the music and grabbing a microphone. “Welcome back, party ponies! We've got another great set ready for you tonight. Center stage is gonna be Flamesitter, Chubby Charity and Magna Craves. Left stage will have our newest girl, Thotty, and Mulbooty Tart while the right stage will have our cuties Ampline and Claire Pipette.”

 

She let cranked the music to full volume and screamed into her mic. “Don't forget! The party never ends at The Greased Slut!!”