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The Fashion Show XXL

By Shroooomy
Created: 2024-01-20 21:37:44
Updated: 2024-01-20 21:55:40
Expiry: Never
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  1. The Fashion Show XXL edition
  2.  
  3.  
  4. Chapter 1:
  5.  
  6. > Coco paced back and forth, her engorged belly pressed against her legs as it jiggled.
  7.  
  8. > “What are we gonna do? What if she says no!?”
  9.  
  10. “They won't say any such thing, darling! Now come take a seat.”
  11.  
  12. > “But this is our chance! If we mess this up all hard work will be wasted! We’ll be forced to sell dresses from cardboard boxes in alleyways! I don’t wanna go back to that life!”
  13.  
  14. “Coco, please take a seat. We’ve gone through so much worse since we started working together.”
  15.  
  16. > Coco sat beside me and pawed at her mane nervously
  17.  
  18. > “You’re right Rarity, I gotta calm myself down. If I get all worked up I’m sure to blow this.” She muttered
  19.  
  20. > I pulled a thermos from my saddle bag and passed it to her
  21.  
  22. “Coffee?”
  23.  
  24. > “Are you sure? I mean…That would be my third today; and it’s not even noon…I don’t think it would be wise.”
  25.  
  26. > I popped open the lid and shoved the thermos into her chest
  27.  
  28. “Nonsense darling! This is the big leagues! Coffee is what keeps that little heart thumping and my hoffsies sewing!”
  29.  
  30. > Coco nodded and began gulping down the brew
  31.  
  32. “I made it just how you like; a nine to ten ratio.”
  33.  
  34. > Coco nodded without removing the thermos from her lips
  35.  
  36. > As Coco caffeinated herself, I collected our sketchbook from my saddle bag and began flipping through the pages one last time.
  37. > We were onto something truly revolutionary with these new designs.
  38.  
  39. > After months of labor, Coco and I are finally ready to unveil my newest designs in “Rarity Select Fashion” To the kingpins of the fashion world.
  40. > I call this newest collection the “XXXL Mares Special.” Designed for Equestrias burliest ponies.
  41.  
  42. > I have swimwear which hugs folds, bedware stitched of the finest silk, and dresses that can make even the fattest mare smashing!
  43. > I adored the sketches, glancing between the drawings and Coco.
  44.  
  45. > Truth be told I’m proud of Coco.
  46. > She had not only gained a hundred and fifty pounds in under a month, but had kept her barrel around that size for well over a quarter of the year.
  47. > It’s not everyday a mare is blessed with such a young, naive and servile assistant.
  48. > I’ll need to think of something grand to reward her with once this meeting is finished.
  49.  
  50. > Coco rested her hoof over her grumbling tummy and moaned.
  51.  
  52. > “Once this is all over I won’t be missing this.” She chuckled, tapping her hoof over her gut.
  53.  
  54. “Don’t get too comfortable, darling. We may have more outfits to sew if this idea turns out to be as big of a success as I believe it will be.” I replied, slamming the book closed and stuffing it back into my saddlebag.
  55.  
  56. > Coco scratched her head, wearing a pesky look of confusion tinged with concern
  57.  
  58. > “I don’t know if I can do this for much longer Rarity. Remember when I told you that the doctor said mares aren’t supposed to get this big? That was twenty five extra pounds ago.”
  59.  
  60.  
  61. > I found this attitude rather annoying.
  62. > I love Coco, but she needs to learn to be a team player.
  63. > Her sewing is subpar, her designs are mediocre and she has no artistic vision
  64. > She should be honored working as my little “stitch bitch”
  65. > Instead, I find my ears being constantly berated with her complaining
  66.  
  67. “Coco, you remember WHY we started this clothing line, right?”
  68.  
  69. > “Because obesity is on the rise and you want to capitalize on the trend before anypony else?”
  70.  
  71. “Exactly! It’s these genius strokes of market prediction which keeps me ahead of the fads! Heck, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my trailblazing approach to fashion. I’m a trendsetter, you should really be taking notes.”
  72.  
  73. > Cocos tummy grumbled again causing her to jerk in pain
  74.  
  75. “What's wrong? You aren’t having a stroke, are you?”
  76.  
  77. > “No…I’m just…sooooo hungry.” She whined
  78.  
  79. > “Oh! Well I got just the thing!” I cheered
  80.  
  81. > I clapped my hooves and from the hall stormed Pinkie, with a cart of sweet treats
  82.  
  83. > “Coming!” Pinkie screeched, pushing the cart towards us
  84.  
  85. > Pinkie abruptly stopped the cart in front of Coco who looked down at cart stacked with cakes, pies, brownies, muffins and various other baked goods with a look of both horror and delight
  86.  
  87. > “It’s all fresh and fatty! Just as you ordered!” Pinkie said, shooting my a right hoof salute
  88.  
  89. > “Isn’t there anything a little more…Healthy?” Coco grumbled grabbing a slice of cake
  90.  
  91. “Healthy? Honey, you don’t gain weight by eating carrots and salad. You need sugary creams and delicious dough packed with carbs and calories!”
  92.  
  93. > Coco begrudgingly began stuffing her face
  94.  
  95. > “I feel like I’m well above the average “plus sized mare.” Coco grumbled
  96.  
  97. “You’re ahead of the curve! In two months all the plus sized mares will be your size; and by that time the summer lineup will be out and fitting for all the other two hundred and fifty pound mares like yourself.”
  98.  
  99. > Coco rolled her eyes and continued eating her cake
  100. > She didn’t hide her disdain for being thick in the tummy, but at the same time; she never declined a hardy meal.
  101. > I honestly couldn’t ask for more from an intern.
  102. > She’s a perfect specimen for all my future plus size outfits.
  103. > As long as overeating stays in fashion, Coco will continue to be a step ahead of everypony! And I’ll be raking in all the Bits!
  104.  
  105. > The door to the VIP lounge opened slightly and mare poked her head between the crack in the door.
  106.  
  107. > “Rarity and Coco?” The nasally mare asked
  108.  
  109. > “And Pinkie!” Pinkie squeed
  110.  
  111. > “You can enter the dining hall now. No photography allowed beyond this point.”
  112.  
  113. > I nodded and three of us entered.
  114.  
  115.  
  116. Chapter 2:
  117.  
  118. > The mare led us down a series of dimly lit corridors dressed in red wallpaper and plastered with oak wood furnishings
  119. > A bass blasted from a rumbling speaker as we approached the dining hall
  120.  
  121. > “Are they throwing a party!?” Pinkie asked, pushing the cart down the hall
  122.  
  123. “Oh, yes! This is the biggest party in the fashion world.” I replied, “Everypony who anypony is here to rub shoulders with world class designers to present their greatest ideas to the high council of fashionistas.”
  124.  
  125. > “The high council of fashionistas? Is that even a real thing?” Pinkie asked
  126.  
  127. > “If you don’t know of the council perhaps you don’t belong at this sort of gathering.” The snide spectacled waitress mare jabbed
  128.  
  129. > “Honestly, I’m just here to push the food cart.” Pinkie said rather humbly
  130.  
  131. “It’s nothing to worry your curly mane about. Just keep Coco fed and we’ll do the rest; right Coco?”
  132.  
  133. > I turned to my intern who was stopped by the bass which was causing her gelatinous belly fat to wriggle to the beat of the explosive drumming.
  134.  
  135. > “Rarity, I’m starting to feel tingly.” Coco whimpered
  136.  
  137. > I dismissed the mares whining and grabbed her by the hoof in an effort to hurry her along
  138.  
  139. “That's just your nerves. You finished your coffee, right?”
  140.  
  141. > “Yes…But I don’t think it helped any…”
  142.  
  143. “Pinkie! Coco needs more coffee!”
  144.  
  145. > My request was met with a perplexed expression punctuated with an exaggerated raised eyebrow
  146.  
  147. > “Are you sure? Coco’s already pretty jittery. Look at her knees; they’re so trembly that she can't even hold them steady.”
  148.  
  149. “Pinkie, coffee.” I ordered
  150.  
  151. > Pinkie looked at Coco
  152.  
  153. > “Yes, I’ll have a coffee, please.”
  154. > Pinkie nodded and began mixing a brew
  155.  
  156. “See! Now that's what being a team player is all about!”
  157.  
  158. > “I’m very nervous. But at the same time, I don’t want to blow this chance. I’ve gained all this weight and sewn all these dresses…It can’t be in vain. I want to do my part in this historic moment in fashion.”
  159.  
  160. “You will.” I said, kissing Coco on the forehead. “You will go down as Equestrias fattest model who helped bring plus sized fashion to the massive masses of this city.”
  161.  
  162. > Coco smiled and nodded in agreement
  163.  
  164. > “And after we sell this idea I can go back to being my normal weight again! And I’ll have enough practical experience to start selling my own designs!”
  165.  
  166. “We’ll see.” I nodded, giving her greasy mane a rough ruffle with the flat of my hoof
  167.  
  168. > The waitress mare led us down one final hallway where we were met with a heavy wooden door.
  169. > She tied wristbands of various colors around each of our left hooves.
  170. > I assume they were to differentiate status.
  171.  
  172. > I was gifted the green wristband while Coco and Pinkie were relegated to yellow wristbands
  173. > I’m not entirely sure what the colors signify; but in my opinion, green is superior to yellow in almost all cases.
  174.  
  175. > She then pushed open the door and we were met with a lively party.
  176. > The room was stuffed with mares and stallions of various shapes and sizes dancing under the spinning coloured lights.
  177.  
  178. > Alcohol was being poured liberally and enjoyed by many familiar faces I recognized from magazines, billboards and insider conventions.
  179. > My eyes indulged in the gregarious display of lewd dancing and copious drug use.
  180. > I had just stepped through the door and my senses were already being assaulted by flashing lights.
  181. > The hypnotic booming bass machine and the smell of various top shelf perfumes mixing in the air punctuated the experience
  182. > It was all I had dreamed, and so much more.
  183.  
  184. > I led us along the wall to a vacant booth away from the crowd
  185. > The three of us sat in varying states of astonishment
  186. > My eyes were stapled to the dance floor and Pinkies were sparkling with excitement
  187. > Coco on the other hoof was too preoccupied with her dancing belly fat.
  188.  
  189. > “Rarity?”
  190.  
  191. “Yes, my love?” I asked, eyes glued to the obscene party unfolding before me
  192.  
  193. > “I think I’m the fattest pony here.” She sighed
  194.  
  195. > This was not ideal
  196. > Cocos negative attitude could unintentionally sabotage this entire effort if she keep it up
  197. > I need to get a handle on this before it becomes a problem
  198.  
  199. “Coco, why don’t you and Pinkie go and find something to amuse yourself with?”
  200.  
  201. > “Why? What are you going to do?”
  202.  
  203. “I’m going to find a way to the top of this cesspool.”
  204.  
  205. > I trotted into the fray with my wits about ready to let loose with the first pony I saw adorning a green wristband.
  206.  
  207.  
  208. Chapter 3:
  209.  
  210. > I shoved my way to the center of the dance floor
  211. > The powerful concoction of perfume, smoke and liquor lingering about the room was no match for the smell of pure bodily odor exuding off everypony.
  212.  
  213. > I observed the area carefully; keeping an eye open for expensive dress wear, green wrist bands and designer accessories.
  214. > Here I am.
  215. > Surrounded by the top crust of ponies in the realms of fashion, art and esteem
  216. > Each face in this crowd is vaguely familiar, though I can’t put a hoof on where I had seen them.
  217.  
  218. > My interest fell onto a blue stallion wearing a purple leather jacket glamoured in sparkling blue jewels.
  219. > His mane stood as a tower of grease and product which bounced as he jumped to the beat of the drum machine.
  220. > He looks around ten years younger than myself.
  221. > Probably closer to Coco's age than my own.
  222.  
  223. > It hardly matters
  224. > He’s a pony who oozes money and influence; and I will suck him dry like the slutty social serpent I am.
  225.  
  226. > I slithered towards him, bobbing my head to the inane beat
  227. > I reached my hoof towards him and gave him a tap along the shoulder
  228. > He was quick to swivel his head in my direction.
  229. > I was met with the widest eyes and most wrinkled smile I had ever seen.
  230. > The stallion was ecstatic and obviously intoxicated
  231. > I can’t place a hoof on the spell which had him entranced, but such details aren’t my concern
  232. > There is no spell, drug or drink stronger than a mares touch.
  233.  
  234. > I placed my hoof on his shoulder and began to shake my rump and grind against him
  235. > I was met with a flat expression and a disinterested inflection.
  236.  
  237. > “Ummm….You alright?”
  238.  
  239. “Oh, yes! I’m doing wonderful!” I cheered
  240.  
  241. > The stallion started to gnaw on his bottom lip
  242.  
  243. > “You aren’t from around here, are you?” He laughed
  244.  
  245. “I’m new in town and trying to make friends!” I shouted, in competition with the noise blaring on stage
  246.  
  247. > “Aren’t you a little old for this kinda music!?”
  248.  
  249. “Old…? Why I never! What gives you the right to speak to a lady like that!?”
  250.  
  251. > I felt like slapping him
  252. > Under any other circumstance I would
  253. > But this gathering is far too important to throw away to passion
  254.  
  255. > “You know Fleur De Lis?”
  256.  
  257. “Of course I know Fleur! She’s one of the biggest names in fashion!”
  258.  
  259. > “I’m her son!” He chuckled “And who are you!?”
  260.  
  261. “Well…My name is Rarity, I came here to sell my designs!”
  262.  
  263. > He scanned me up and down
  264.  
  265. > “Not interested.”
  266.  
  267. “Not interested? But you haven’t even seen my work!”
  268.  
  269. > I began fumbling my hooves into my saddlebag
  270.  
  271. > “Look lady; there are lots of young, attractive mares looking to offer my mom a new dress or whatever. But they gotta get through me first. And I’m sorry; but you just ain’t my type.”
  272.  
  273. “Well…What if I told you I know some pony who might be?” I winked
  274.  
  275.  
  276. Chapter 4:
  277.  
  278. > I walked to the bar with Mr. De Lis
  279.  
  280. “Coco, this is…Sorry, what’s your name?”
  281.  
  282. > “Herbe De Lis. But you can call me Herbe.” He nodded
  283.  
  284. > “De Lis? Are you related to THE Fleur De Lis!?” Coco asked with the excitement of a filly
  285.  
  286. > “The one and only!”
  287.  
  288. > Coco shook the stallions hoof
  289. > Herbes steaming eyes wandered along Cocos frame
  290. > I could tell that he had fallen for the mare instantly
  291.  
  292. > “How about I buy you a drink?” He offered
  293.  
  294. > “Oh! That would be wonderful!” Coco clapped
  295.  
  296. > Herbe ordered two cocktails and the two quickly fell into conversation
  297.  
  298. > After about twenty minutes of Herbe prodding for Coco to advance on him sexually and Coco failing to take the hints I decided to intervene.
  299. > I pulled her aside and presented her with the gameplan
  300.  
  301. > “What's up, Rarity? Me and Herbe were just in the middle of talking; this could be our chance!”
  302.  
  303. “Look, Coco….You’re gonna have to take one for the team here.”
  304.  
  305. > “What do you mean?”
  306.  
  307. “There’s no gentle way to say this so I’m just gonna say it….You’re gonna have to sleep with him.”
  308.  
  309. > “Rarity!” Coco gasped “I’ve done a lot for you since we started working together. But I am not sleeping with him. I don't care if he's Celestia's long lost heir to the throne. I am not debasing myself to that level.”
  310.  
  311. “You really don't know how this world works do you? Do you have any idea how many ponies I had to sleep with to get this far in my career? For Luna's sake! Just to get into this party!? I had to suck SO many knobs! It was really quiet excessive!”
  312.  
  313. > “That's not my problem! While you’re out screwing around with the upper class I’ve been bedridden and stuffing myself to the brim with sweets. From where I’m standing sleeping with ponies is your wheelhouse! Not mine!”
  314.  
  315. > I couldn't believe what I was hearing
  316. > What is this treachery?
  317.  
  318. “This is not the time to fall into hysterics. For whatever reason Mr. De Lis Has fallen for you. I suggest that you try and pry whatever you can from him. You don't have to sleep with him if you don't like it.”
  319.  
  320. > “Thank you.”
  321.  
  322. “Just mouth, hoof and butt stuff.”
  323.  
  324. > “What!?”
  325.  
  326. > We returned to Mr. De Lis.
  327.  
  328. “It appears you’ve taken a liking to my intern.” I said, hodling Coco tight to my side “Coco and I would love to spend some time with you.”
  329.  
  330.  
  331.  
  332.  
  333.  
  334. > “Coco, I have a confession.” He said grabbing her hoof
  335.  
  336. > “Yes?” Coco replied warily
  337.  
  338. > “Excuse me if this is all too direct but I’m a million miles away right now and would love to do nothing more than to share an intimate fantasy with you.”
  339.  
  340. > “Oh…Ummm…Okay?”
  341.  
  342. > “I have a very specific fetish.”
  343.  
  344. > Cocos eyes bounced along the walls
  345. > She was clearly conflicted
  346.  
  347. > “Well….If you expect me to sleep with you I’m sorry. I don't do such things. I’m a homebody who believes in saving yourself till marriage. My business partner Rarity has no such scruples if you want to sleep with anypony she's more than available.”
  348.  
  349. > “You don't understand…My attraction to you isn't derived from anything one would define as… typically sexual.”
  350.  
  351. > “You speak in lovely riddles.” Coco blushed
  352.  
  353. > “Is it my eyes?”
  354.  
  355. > “No.”
  356.  
  357. > “My nose?”
  358.  
  359. > “No.”
  360.  
  361. > “My mane?”
  362.  
  363. > “Nope.”
  364.  
  365. >...
  366.  
  367. > “Then what is it? My personality?”
  368.  
  369. > “Heavens no!” Mr. De Lis laughed “It's your belly. It's so morbid.” He moaned
  370.  
  371. > “What? My belly?” Coco asked looking down at her stomach
  372.  
  373. > “Yeah! You wouldn't mind if I touched it, do you?”
  374.  
  375. > Coco cranked her neck to face me
  376. > The young mare looked stunned by what she was hearing
  377. > I raised a brow and chuckled
  378. > Sure, being smug is petty; and probably not appropriate
  379. > But this is textbook mouth and hoof stuff. And she did say that
  380.  
  381. Chapter 5:
  382.  
  383. > For the proceeding hour Coco, Mr. De Lis and I sat at the bar.
  384.  
  385. > Mr.De Lis ordered Coco copious amounts of dishes ranging from deep dish pizzas to endless bowls of pudding and jello.
  386.  
  387. > Despite being “too old” for Mr. De Lis my unmatched charm bought a couple free drinks off the strung out stallion.
  388.  
  389. > Cocos belly wailed in pleasure as she gorged herself.
  390. > Her bubbling, growling tummy could tell no lies.
  391. > She was loving this.
  392. > At least physically.
  393. > The look of exhaustion across her face told a story of discomfort and disgust.
  394.  
  395. > Coco was clearly being stretched beyond personal comfort.
  396. > Her belly was beyond pleased but her dignity had clearly taken a major hit.
  397.  
  398. > I feel for Coco, I truly do .
  399. > But this mission is beyond her; and from where I’m standing, the state of her body is of the utmost importance.
  400. > These extra pounds she’s gaining are making me feel a strange but welcome sort of way.
  401.  
  402. > Coco has a very high threshold for discomfort and permits me to manipulate her form in any way I desire.
  403. > A model's worth is determined by the lengths they will go to accommodate their superiors' demands.
  404. > This makes Coco an amazing model.
  405.  
  406. > It only took a couple months for me to sculpt the petite mare of picture perfect health into the ball of fat sitting before me today.
  407.  
  408. > Well over a hundred pounds overweight, Cocos belly and rump have grown to a vivacious size.
  409.  
  410. > It was never my intention to let her become this big.
  411. > Coco was correct when she argued her current size is far greater than even the largest set mares.
  412. > Under my council she has gorged herself to a disgusting degree.
  413.  
  414. > Her belly nearly touches the floor and the plump fat folds around her legs.
  415. > Along her tummy discolored stretch marks are beginning to peel and her rump jiggles with each step.
  416.  
  417. > Her mane is slicked with grease, dark circles cradle her eyes and her fur has paled into a yellowish pasty texture.
  418.  
  419. > She is by all definitions unsightly
  420. > Yet I can't help to see beauty in this new form
  421. > The attraction is taboo.
  422. > Which is often the principal feature of the things I find myself gravitating towards most.
  423.  
  424. > Coco may be at the lowest point in her life by mainstream beauty standards
  425. > But to me she’s nothing short of stunning.
  426. > My fetish fuels this fashion
  427. > It's nothing more than an excuse to keep stuffing this poor mare until she's nothing but a ball of fat I can roll under my hooves.
  428.  
  429.  
  430.  
  431. Chapter 6:
  432.  
  433. > “Oh dear….I’m so full.” Coco groaned
  434.  
  435. > “Are you sure? I think you can afford to indulge a little further. What's another round of desert gonna hurt?”
  436.  
  437. > Much to Cocos dismay, her stomach began gurgling excitedly at the suggestion
  438.  
  439. > “At this point I don't think it matters.” She sighed
  440.  
  441. > Mr. De Lis ordered another round of double fudge ice cream for Coco who was dreading the prospect of downing a fourth bowl.
  442.  
  443. > I swiped a napkin off the bar and began dabbing Cocos ice cream dappled face, using a wad of my saliva as a cleaning agent.
  444. > I was very much enjoying Mr.De Lis feeding Coco, but conversely I came to this place with intention. I believe it's high time I’m rewarded with what I believe I’m owed.
  445.  
  446. “Mr. De Lis, It's been a romp, and from the bottom of my heart; I don't think I could think of a better way to spend an afternoon. But I was hoping you would compensate both my time and my friends' very accommodating stomach with a meeting with your mother. The two of us have worked very hard and would like nothing more than to seek appraisal from your aristocratic mother.”
  447.  
  448. > Mr. De Lis nodded and in a striking change of character he obliged. He placed a golden ticket into my hooves and whispered
  449.  
  450. > “Up the stairs, first door to your right.”
  451.  
  452. > He then kissed Cocos hoof and parted back onto the dance floor
  453.  
  454. > “That was odd.” Coco admitted “I think he was getting off on me gaining weight.”
  455.  
  456. “Some ponies are creeps.” I nodded “Now let's get you upstairs and fitted. If Mr.De Lis. Is anything like his mother; these outfits are going to leave a smashing impression.”
  457.  
  458. > Coco and I trotted up the stairwell
  459. > Once we reached the summit we were met with an eerily quiet candle lit hallway.
  460. > The walls were decorated in the same red patterned paper used in the entranceway of the restaurant.
  461.  
  462. > The two of us dipped into the first door on the right.
  463. > We were greeted with a small space crafted of collapsible plastics walls.
  464.  
  465. > The space was narrow and left little room to move about.
  466. > At chin height was a note taped to the furthest wall which instructed all models to dress themselves in the outfit in which they intend to display.
  467.  
  468. > The sign deflated my high spirits
  469. > I had brought a series of dresses and fashions which I had hoped to display
  470. > But it appears I could only present one.
  471.  
  472. > I had to make the most of the opportunity
  473. > Coco began to strip. Her recent twelve course meal of nutritionally empty dishes sloshed along the walls of her distressed gut.
  474.  
  475. > I began removing my outfits from my pouch and began laying them along the wall in a way that allowed me to observe each item as to judge my approach.
  476.  
  477. > A part of me wanted to go fancy and present the designer with the elegant red dress which I had designed for formal gatherings.
  478. > It seemed most appropriate for the occasion; but I have a feeling Fleur would appreciate something a tad more spicy.
  479.  
  480. > Coco undid her bra causing her heavy udders to collapse to gravity.
  481. > I found her teat growth a curious thing.
  482. > The fatter she became, the larger her teats grew.
  483.  
  484. > The areolas are fat, dark and speckled with tiny bumps which occasionally dribble milk. ( A side effect of her unconventional diet I assume.)
  485.  
  486. > Her teats had also developed dark purple veins which meandered along her pearly orbs.
  487. > The pair looked almost sickly, which made my blood bubble on account of how wet they made me feel between the hindquarters.
  488.  
  489. > I find it hard keeping dry around Coco nowadays.
  490. > She is so unconventionally beautiful.
  491. > From her twisted physique to the salty smell bleeding from her poorly kept fur.
  492.  
  493. > I stared at Coco for a long moment
  494. > Soaking in the mare's naked body.
  495. > The virgin, barely legal mare is too pure for this scene.
  496.  
  497. > She’s to trusting
  498. > To naive
  499. > To innocent
  500. > The poor mare never had a chance.
  501.  
  502. > “Rarity? What outfit do you want me to wear?”
  503.  
  504. “I was thinking of the Victorian style rouge dress coupled with my jeweled bonnet.”
  505.  
  506. > “I love that one! It's so pretty!”
  507.  
  508. “But then I started to think….This crowd isn't a typical fashion show. We need to show off not only our taste, but the integrity of our fabrics.”
  509.  
  510. > “What do you have in mind?” Coco asked, bouncing enthusiastically
  511.  
  512. > I dug my hoof into my saddlebag and dramatically revealed my black bikini thong with a matching black bra.
  513.  
  514. “Beachwear!” I sang
  515.  
  516. > Cocos face dropped
  517.  
  518. > “Beachwear.” She gulped “A…Are you sure?”
  519.  
  520. “Of course! This is exactly the kind of saucy outfit that will leave a lasting impression.”
  521.  
  522. > I scooted behind Coco and began cupping her teats into the brassiere.
  523.  
  524. > “Are you sure? I mean…I’m not questioning you or anything; but doesn't it seem a little revealing?”
  525.  
  526. > I tied the bra strap around her rump and gave her a friendly shot across the flank
  527.  
  528. > “Ouch!”
  529.  
  530. “Fashion is no different than competitive sports or warfare. It's not about winning or losing! It's about how good you look!”
  531.  
  532. > “But I don't want to lose.” Coco grumbled
  533.  
  534. “And we won't.” I nodded
  535.  
  536. > I wrapped the bikini around her back legs and Began to pull them up around her thighs
  537.  
  538. “I was once like you.” I explained in a motherly tone “Young, enthusiastic, a head full of ideas. I never had a mentor who cared about me as much as I care about you.”
  539.  
  540. > I pulled the bikini up as far as I could until I could no longer force them any higher.
  541. > It appears that Coco had gained a significant amount of weight over dinner with Mr. De Lis; Because the bikini was stuck halfway around her rump.
  542.  
  543. > The waistband rested along Cocos anus, refusing to reach any further.
  544.  
  545. > “Is it stuck?” Coco asked, twisting her neck
  546.  
  547. “Just a little.” I nodded “But that's why we always prepare!”
  548.  
  549.  
  550. > I drove my hoof deep into my bag until it hit the bottom of the sack.
  551. > I felt around until I my hoof stumbled upon a metal egg shaped item with a flat base protruding from the bottom.
  552.  
  553. > I pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth
  554.  
  555. > “The butt plug again?” Coco sighed
  556.  
  557. “It appears so.” I chuckled, removing the spit-lubed sex toy from my gums
  558.  
  559. > “You know how I feel about that.” She huffed. Looking away and tightening her cavity
  560.  
  561. “How many times do I have to tell you? Butt stuff doesn't count.” I replied, slowly inserting the toy inside her.
  562.  
  563. > The toy plopped inside causing Coco to jump slightly.
  564. > It was somewhat humorous how easily these things slide in after only a couple months of practice.
  565.  
  566. > I draped the top of the bikini over the rectangular base of the butt plug where it hung nice and snug around her anus.
  567.  
  568. > “It's so cold.” Coco shivered
  569.  
  570. > I got back onto my hooves and assumed a confident stance in front of her
  571.  
  572. “You ready?”
  573.  
  574. > “I guess?” Coco replied, rubbing her hoof in a circular motion around her left flank cheek
  575.  
  576. “You’ll do great darling. Just remember; if we impress this mare you and I could have a multimillion bit deal on our hooves! We won't have to won’t have to worry about money ever again.”
  577.  
  578. > Cocos eyes twinkled “That would be heaven.” She sighed
  579.  
  580. > I gave her a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the mane
  581.  
  582. Chapter 7:
  583.  
  584. > I stepped beyond the folding walls and peered into the darkness.
  585. > The room was minimally furnished and along the far wall sat Fleur who was resting along a puffy red chair.
  586.  
  587. > A bright yellow stage light beamed across the room into to my eyes
  588.  
  589. > “Name?” Fleur asked in a very official tone
  590.  
  591. “Rarity of “Rarity Select Fashion.” I replied
  592.  
  593. > “Is there anything you would like to say to introduce your piece?”
  594.  
  595. “I think the work speaks for itself. But before I unveil the design I would like you to keep in mind that this clothing line is designed for a very particular type of mare.”
  596.  
  597. > “I will keep that considered.”
  598.  
  599. “Without further adieu I would like to present the chubby mare summer lineup!”
  600.  
  601. >.....
  602.  
  603. > Coco poked her head out from behind the wall and immediately began burning red with embarrassment.
  604.  
  605. “Come on Coco!” I hissed between picketed teeth
  606.  
  607. > Coco slowly pulled herself out from behind the wall and struck an uncharismatic pose
  608. > The laces of the piece gripped her squishy form tightly.
  609. > Little was left to the imagination as the thong sunk deeper between her rump cheeks.
  610. > The weight of her teats had quickly stretched the bra cups to an embarrassing degree.
  611. > I didn't want to tell her, but her left nipple had slipped from its home and was now dangling freely along the cusp of the bra.
  612.  
  613. > She waddled awkwardly about the room, her back legs twitching spasticity. (Most likely due to the coffee, Sugar and comically large metal plug stuck in her butt.)
  614.  
  615. > Behind her bright red face was the crooked smile of uncertainty and her darting marine blue eyes.
  616.  
  617. > Fleur was speechless.
  618. > With her jaw on the floor and eyes wider than a full moon; she stared at Coco in what could only be described as absolute shock and confusion.
  619.  
  620. “I call this piece “The Beached Mare.” I began “It is my honor to introduce you to my model Coco Pommel, who is a whopping two hundred and fifty pounds! Far beyond overweight. She represents what many scientists believe will be the modern mare in the next five years.”
  621.  
  622. > Fleur had looked like she was on the verge of losing her lunch.
  623. > I felt a similar way, just for an entirely different reason.
  624.  
  625. “Obesity is an epidemic. Access to empty calories, artificial flavors, toxic preservatives and high fructose corn syrup is on the rise. The fashion world must adapt to the changing beauty standards of Equestria. I am here to offer you this design for as little as two million bits.”
  626.  
  627. >.....
  628.  
  629. “That is all…”
  630.  
  631. > Fleur looked like she had just suffered a stroke
  632. > She didn’t clap
  633. > She didn’t even crack a smile.
  634. > I was starting to get very nervous
  635.  
  636. > Coco stood Beside me bouncing in excitement
  637.  
  638. > “Oh my gosh! I can't believe I did that! That was the scariest thing I’ve ever done!”
  639.  
  640. > Each one of her hops barely sent her an inch of the ground.
  641. > The violent movement made her belly growl in frustration
  642.  
  643. > “So? How did we do Mrs. Fleur?” Coco asked, tapping her hoofs ecstatically along the wooden floor.
  644.  
  645. > Fleur placed a hoof over her heart and exhaled deeply
  646.  
  647. > “Girls, I don’t even know where to begin.” She sighed
  648.  
  649. Chapter 8:
  650.  
  651. > “So, the butt plug ISN’T part of the outfit?” Fluer asked; wrinkling her brow with her hoof
  652.  
  653. “Unfortunately Coco indulged a little too heavily at the bar before getting here and gained a couple extra pounds.”
  654.  
  655. > “That's unfortunate. The buttplug was honestly the best part of the entire outfit.” Fleur said, rolling her eyes
  656.  
  657. “Fleur, you can’t be serious. Coco and I worked very hard on the outfit. Saying the best part of our presentation was the single element we never even designed is insulting.”
  658.  
  659. > “You want an honest critique?”
  660.  
  661. “It would be much appreciated after all the blood, sweat and tears we put into our presentation.”
  662.  
  663. > Fleur looked up in thought for a long moment
  664.  
  665. > “The problem lies in the fact that your premise isn’t sexy. Rarity, you of all ponies should know this. Parading this fat, sickly looking mare in a skin tight bikini isn’t attractive in the slightest…No offense Coco.”
  666.  
  667. > Coco was taken aback; she looked like she was on the edge of speaking but ultimately resided to silence; adorning a puzzled/insulted expression
  668.  
  669. > “Have you forgotten my legacy? I run the largest overseas garment factory in Griffionstone, I invented the fashion trend, and I’m headmare of Maeropostale international! I can’t have my brand associated with fat, greasy, pale, weirdos like Coco!....No offense, darling.”
  670.  
  671. > “You keep saying that but I don’t think you know what it means.” Coco sniffled
  672.  
  673. > Maeropostale isn’t just a brand, it’s a lifestyle. There’s a reason we’re selective when it comes to the mares we use in our ads, or the type of ponies we hire at our stores. We want thoroughbreds and attractive ponies. Not ponies with eating disorders!”
  674.  
  675. > …
  676.  
  677. “So I guess that's it then. We brought you something unique and you spit in our faces.”
  678.  
  679. > “Look, I know this is hard; but I’ll tell you what. I have XXX business that sells sex toys and magazines. It’s sort of a local project I’ve started for a hooful of my very close and very influential friends in the Manehatten art world. If Coco's interested we could arrange a photoshoot.”
  680.  
  681. > “A photoshoot? With me?” Coco stuttered
  682.  
  683. > “Of course! I’ve got a anal only issue of my magazine coming out next week and I think you would make an amazing centerfold. Picture yourself leaning against a wall with a giant plug lodged up your tailhole. Now that's content!”
  684.  
  685. > “I don’t know…It sounds a bit lewd….But I’ve always dreamed of being in a magazine.”
  686.  
  687. > “I’ll pay you twenty bits and you can keep the plug when the shoot is finished.”
  688.  
  689. > “Deal!” Coco nodded
  690.  
  691. > Fleur turned back to me
  692.  
  693. > “Now Rarity. While I may not be able to help you sell this particular fashion, I know a pony who can. She’s a mare who goes by the name “Whoa Nelly.”
  694.  
  695. “I can't say I’ve heard of her.”
  696.  
  697. > “I think she would be very interested in this line of fashion. She's taking walk-ins down the hall if you're interested; but I must warn you. Nelly isn't the easiest mare to get along with.”
  698.  
  699. “In what sense?”
  700.  
  701. > “She’s a sensitive type. The kind of pony you don't want to get on the wrong side of. Normally I wouldn't recommend collaborating with such a neurotic character but your fashion would definitely be up her alley if you're interested.”
  702.  
  703. “Thank you Fleur, we’ll consider the offer.”
  704.  
  705. > We all shook hooves and were promptly escorted back into the hall.
  706.  
  707. > I turned to Coco, who was wearing the most obnoxious smile.
  708.  
  709. > “I’m going to be in a magazine!” Coco cheered
  710.  
  711. > Oh, brother….
  712.  
  713. Chapter 9:
  714.  
  715. > We shuffled down the hall to Whoa Nelly's room and began the process over.
  716. > I decided on the red dress this time because I don't know this pony well enough to flaunt our more erotic designs.
  717.  
  718. > “I’ve never heard of this designer before.” Coco said as she got dressed
  719.  
  720. “Me neither. But lets bring our A game this time. I don’t know what to expect.”
  721.  
  722. > We stepped beyond the dividing wall same as we did in Fleurs room.
  723.  
  724. > At the head of the room sat a corpulent mare with a minty coat.
  725. > Her eyes were jaundiced and she had the most peculiar cutie mark
  726. > One of her own face.
  727. > I had never seen a mare so fat in my entire life.
  728. > She was like a puddle of fat
  729.  
  730. > I cleared my throat and began my pitch
  731.  
  732. “Hello, my name is Rarity….Today my partner and I will be modeling a piece from our new “XXL” collection.”
  733.  
  734. > Coco smiled and threw her hoof into the air, striking a playful tableaux.
  735.  
  736. “We believe that if current trends continue the average mare will be fitted into larger sizes. Within the next two years we could see the obesity epidemic affecting over half the adult population. The designs we're pitching to you today will be an investment for the future.”
  737.  
  738. > Whoa Nelly glared at both of us.
  739.  
  740. > “I can tell you’ve done your research; and your design is very professional. But your premise is misguided and borderline insulting.”
  741.  
  742. “Oh, dear. How so?” I gulped
  743.  
  744. > “I would hardly consider your partner “large” by any stretch of the imagination. Sure she's round in the stomach, and most likely gorges herself on a regular basis on a diet of sweets and desserts. But she isn't the pony I would use to model a fashion lineup designed for burly mares.”
  745.  
  746. “I see…”
  747.  
  748. > “Do you understand how difficult it is for mares like myself to find clothes that are both fitting and fashionable? I doubt either of you had to struggle with such a tribulation.”
  749.  
  750. “I will admit, neither of us have struggled with weight related issues….Until recently.”I replied
  751.  
  752. > “I don't find this display respectable. You playing the part as a fat pony for capital is insulting.”
  753.  
  754. “I apologize for any distress our presentation may have caused, Mrs. Nelly.”
  755.  
  756. > “But on the other hoof; the big mares of Equestria are in dire need of ponies willing to make professional grade fashion for them. So despite your cynical motivations I am willing to extend an olive branch and partner with you under a couple conditions.”
  757.  
  758. “What’s your offer!?”
  759.  
  760. > “I will pay fifty thousand bits for each design. Your name must be labeled somewhere on each piece. You will receive five percent of each purchase after acquisition.”
  761.  
  762. “That sounds wonderful!”
  763. > I felt my heart flutter and goosebumps riding along my legs.
  764.  
  765. > “BUT! I would need these outfits bigger. And to atone for your sins against the large pony community I want you both to gain five hundred pounds. Return to me when you’ve settled into the skin of a true mare and we'll talk.”
  766.  
  767. > With that the flame of my enthusiasm extinguished
  768.  
  769. “To clarify, you want us both to reach this goal?”
  770.  
  771. > “Correct, your “larping” partner will have to gain the five hundred on top of her current….How much do you weigh, Hun?”
  772.  
  773. > “Two hundred and fifty pounds.” Coco peeped
  774.  
  775. > “Two hundred and fifty.” Nelly scoffed “A skinny tart like you must be rolling in stallions. I’ll tell you what, once you're seven hundred and fifty pounds you won't be swimming in cock like you are now with your measly two hundred and fifty pounds.”
  776.  
  777. > “I’m actually a virgin…” Coco replied in a soft, nervous tone
  778.  
  779. > “Begone, ponies. I hope to see you soon.” Nelly giggled, shooing us out the room.
  780.  
  781. Chapter 9:
  782.  
  783. > Coco and I went to the bar and began ordering the fattiest dishes on the menu.
  784.  
  785. > I hated betraying my beauty for bits in this way but this kind of deal was a once in a lifetime offer.
  786. > Still, I’m not above complaining about the bogus conditions.
  787.  
  788. “I can't believe what that wretch has us doing! What kind of b word would force another pony to gain weight like this!?”
  789.  
  790. > “Not to step out of line Rarity, but you’ve been doing that to me for months now.” Coco replied rather indignantly
  791.  
  792. “Oh, stop pretending your slutty belly isn't ecstatic with being stuffed!”
  793.  
  794. > Cocos stomach groaned and wiggled in pleasure, almost like it was in agreement
  795.  
  796. “Besides, I’m not just anypony. I’m Rarity! The sexiest thing on four legs to crawl out of that hick town Ponyville since it was established! I shouldn't have my perfectly chiseled form be mutilated for the pleasure of that beast!”
  797.  
  798. > Coco rolled her eyes
  799. > I don't see what she finds so amusing about all this.
  800.  
  801. > Coco and I gobbled down endless burgers and desserts until we could stuff ourselves no longer.
  802. > I was near suffering a food coma while Cocos belly raged and rioted with pleasure.
  803.  
  804. > The intense feasting had somehow awoken an uncontrollable side to her belly which was rapturous in gurgles, groans and grumbles.
  805.  
  806. > I looked down upon my distended stomach in horror.
  807. > The years of discipline and experimentation which I had practiced to maintain my beauty had fallen to waste.
  808. > It brought me great pain to see myself degrading in such a horrid way.
  809.  
  810. > I felt my heart pounding along my ribs and the blood pulsing through my ears.
  811. > Breathing was becoming labor, and my pores were pouring a pungent sweat which smelled of grease.
  812. > This challenge was quickly proving beyond my abilities.
  813.  
  814. > This kind of thing is easy for Coco, she was raised on garbage.
  815. > From her daily McHoofies coffee to her precooked meals which come refrigerated and warmed in the new fangled “microwave machine.”
  816.  
  817. > Curse her uninitiated palette
  818. > She’s such an ignorant, poverty stricken slut!
  819. > And spineless to boot!
  820. > Celestia, if I didn't find such a thrill debasing this bitch I would have cut ties long ago
  821.  
  822. > She's nothing but the tasteless intern in charge of taking all of my sexually frustrated abuse and thanking me for the honor!
  823. > Why am I doing this to myself!? Am I stupid!?
  824. > I bet her greedy belly could eat a thousand pounds if it wanted!
  825.  
  826. >....
  827.  
  828. > Wait…
  829.  
  830. >.....
  831.  
  832. > It’s moments like these I truly consider my intelligence.
  833.  
  834.  
  835. “I can't do this!” I cried; tossing my hoofsies into the sky
  836.  
  837. “You're just gonna have to go on without me!”
  838.  
  839. > Coco looked confused
  840.  
  841. > “Go in without you?”
  842.  
  843. “Yes! I’m at my wits end! You’ll just need to carry the weight for me!” I cried
  844.  
  845. > “WHAT!? I can't do that! And Nelly said she wanted both of us to gain five hundred! You can't give up! I didn't destroy myself for nothing!”
  846.  
  847. > She's right
  848. > If she doesn't eat all one thousand pounds then it will be all for nothing.
  849.  
  850. “Then you better keep eating.” I laughed “
  851.  
  852. Chapter 1000 lbs:
  853.  
  854. > “You’re such c word!” Coco growled, stuffing her messy lips with hoofuls of pie.
  855.  
  856. “Relax, darling! You're doing fine, I replied, studying the scale I had placed beneath her.
  857.  
  858. “Three seventy nine! You're doing great!” I cheered
  859.  
  860. > Coco was now eating with fire in her eyes.
  861. > She had quickly adopted the passion of a highly disciplined competitive eater
  862. > Both of her front hooves were wet with foodstuff residue.
  863. > In each hoof she held two blueberry pies which she was gnawing on interchangeably
  864.  
  865. > “After we get paid I’m using my share of the profits to never see you again!” Coco snapped
  866.  
  867. “Coco, please. You know that this is the best way. I wouldn’t put you through this if I didn’t have to.”
  868.  
  869. > “We’re supposed to be a team! We should be dividing the work equally!”
  870.  
  871. > Coco’s tummy growled, ceasing her whining
  872.  
  873.  
  874. Chapter 11:
  875.  
  876. > I clutched Coco’s tummy with my front legs, giving the paleing ponies bloated gut a firm hug
  877. > My body depressed around the large sphere of soft jiggling flesh which was now larger than my entire figure in both length and width.
  878. > Her stomach both enfolds and emanates its own heat.
  879. > The more she ate the more Cocos body was warping.
  880. > Her figure, now resting at an obscene five hundred pounds was enticing me more than I’ve ever been enticed.
  881.  
  882. > Behind Coco’s tired eyes and aching jaw; I could see her psyche starting to fatigue
  883. > Her belly, which once merely bickered and whined; had now clutched Cocos mind and was assuming complete control.
  884.  
  885. “I…I feel like I’m going to faint…” Coco said breathily, continuing to slide hoofuls of whipped cream down her throat.
  886.  
  887. > Food options were beginning to run short and Coco was now subsiding on raw ingredients.
  888. > She had cleared out the bar but still had hundreds of more pounds to attain.
  889.  
  890. > “It was a good attempt.” Coco said “But I think I’ve eaten all I can.” She said, struggling to speak
  891. “Besides, I think I’ve eaten just about enough to where I won’t suffer any permanent damage. My belly REALLY wants me to eat more….I feel like I’m under the shadow of a powerful mind altering spell, or a strong illness of the brain. I don’t wish to eat another bite, but I know if given the opportunity my belly won’t allow me to pass on any free delights.”
  892.  
  893. “Hmmmm…..” I thought aloud “So what you’re tell me is that you need more food?”
  894.  
  895. > “Quite the contrary! I feel I need both a mental and physical examination!”
  896.  
  897. > The bar is out of food
  898. > She still needs to gain hundreds of pounds
  899. > …..
  900.  
  901. “I got it!”
  902.  
  903. > I jumped atop the nearest table and shouted into the dance floor
  904.  
  905. “Everpony listen up!”
  906.  
  907. > The dj halted the music and the crowd of ponies turned to me looking annoyed that I had just interrupted their dancing.
  908.  
  909. “My name is Rarity! My friend is in desperate need of sugar and fat based sustenance. If you can fetch us a meal exceeding two thousand calories I will allow you one minute with her belly!”
  910.  
  911. > The crowd blossomed into chatter
  912.  
  913. > “Why would we want to do that!?” One mare shouted from the crowd
  914.  
  915. “Because my friend's belly is unlike anything you’ve ever felt! It has warm, fleshy….Has somewhat vaginal properties………Look, if you want to know exactly what I mean you’ll just have to get us some food.”
  916.  
  917. > The mob wasn’t sure what to make of such a comment. Many went back to dancing but a minority of mostly stallions had their interest piqued by my pitch.
  918.  
  919. > They followed me back to Coco, who was resting atop the scale on her belly. Her legs were no longer touching the floor and her lips were smeared with food residue.
  920.  
  921. > The stallions had a look of concern but their worries quickly soothed when I reminded them of their reward and how Coco’s belly was a slut for this form of unusual treatment.
  922.  
  923. > With clear consciences the stallions scattered, and began looking for food.
  924. > With my feeding job successfully outsourced I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.
  925. > I leaned against Coco’s intoxicatingly soft, vibrating belly and began to sew an XXXXXXL version of the bikini the two of us displayed for Fleur.
  926.  
  927. > Today was going great!
  928.  
  929. Chapter 12:
  930.  
  931. > The stallions quickly returned with bounties of fast food and baked goods
  932. > They lined up orderly in front of Coco, eager to get a taste of the mare with the orgasmic gut.
  933.  
  934. > “Guys! Please!” Coco pleaded “I can’t eat anymore! I’m stuffed!” Coco protested
  935.  
  936. > Her cries fell on deaf ears as the first stallion approached her and began feeding her a greasy hayburger.
  937.  
  938. > Cocos complaining quickly ceased, replaced with moans of delight between large bites.
  939. > As she indulged her belly rumbled. Clearly pleased with the stallions offering.
  940. > The stallion fed Coco several hayburgers.
  941. > When she finished the burgers Coco licked the stallion's greasy hoof clean.
  942.  
  943. > “Now.” The stallion began “What's so great about this mare's tummy?” He asked
  944.  
  945. “Firsty, relax your body.” I instructed
  946.  
  947. > The stallion rolled his shoulders
  948.  
  949. > “Okay.” He replied
  950.  
  951. “Now hug her stomach as tight as you can.”
  952.  
  953. > The stallion collapsed into Cocos tummy with his front legs spread above his head
  954. > He slowly began to sink into the noisy gut which was producing guttural sounds of orgasmic enjoyment.
  955. > The stallion laid with his body half sunken into Coco's grotesque form for about a minute.
  956.  
  957. > I decided that he had long enough to appreciate the experience.
  958. > I pulled him from the folding fat, which was clinging to him like glue
  959. > When I gazed upon his queer smile frothing with drool and his crossed, lidded eyes; I knew he experienced the opium which was the Coco Pommel belly experience.
  960.  
  961. “How was it?”
  962.  
  963. > “It was like my entire body was being encompassed by an angel of warmth. It was perfect. I’m gonna go grab more food and tell all my friends about this! They won’t believe it!”
  964.  
  965. > I nodded my head as the stallion ran into the crowd
  966. > I felt satisfied that my experience with Cocos belly had been recognised
  967. > For a moment I had felt like the entire experience was something of an exaggeration
  968. > Clearly something magical is happening with Coco's stomach.
  969.  
  970. Chapter 13:
  971.  
  972. > It had been two hours since our first customer
  973. > The scale read seven hundred and fifty pounds
  974. > Coco was now more belly than pony and I needed a short, five step portable staircase for ponies to feed her now.
  975.  
  976. > The line was long and winding with both mares and stallions waiting excitedly carrying takeout bags and boxes with intent to feed Coco.
  977. > Coco’s belly had taken the spotlight and was the star of the party.
  978. > Ponies would feed her, sink into her bewitching belly and return a different pony.
  979. > Whatever was happening in that belly was therapeutic.
  980.  
  981. > I trotted up the stairs and rendezvoused with Coco
  982. > It had been a hot minute since we had spoken
  983.  
  984. “Hello, darling!” I cheered
  985.  
  986. > Cocos eyes fluttered
  987.  
  988. > “Rarity?”
  989.  
  990. “Of course! How are you holding up?”
  991.  
  992. > “Hungry….” She groaned
  993.  
  994. “That's great news! I have a long line of ponies dying to pleasure that gorgeous tummy of yours!”
  995.  
  996. > “That's great.” Coco sighed, a pleased smile growing across her face
  997.  
  998. “I’ll leave you back to your work. I’m almost finished with your new outfit!” I sang
  999.  
  1000. > I slid down the stair rail and got straight back to work.
  1001. > I had never had to see such a large outfit
  1002. > And I was under such pressure!
  1003. > This piece had to be a shining example of artistry and practicality.
  1004. > I leaned against her soft tummy and resumed my work
  1005.  
  1006. > I began to yawn…
  1007.  
  1008. Chapter 14:
  1009.  
  1010. > I opened my eyes to darkness.
  1011. > I was Encased in a warm, pulsating tissue
  1012. > I must have dozed off while I was working and had sunk inside Cocos fat
  1013. > I attempted to peel away the fat but was unable
  1014. > The flesh was taught and heavy
  1015.  
  1016. > I see only blackness but can feel the activity of the hungry belly viscerally
  1017. > Every sloshing liquid whipped around me
  1018. > Each violent groan drumming, causing my body to tremble under its vibrations
  1019.  
  1020. > I tried to rip through the curtains of fat but the meat was quick to recover from my thrashing hooves
  1021. > I could only manipulate her stomach to a point, I’m neither strong nor fast enough to break through the fat in any significant way.
  1022.  
  1023. > I started to panic but again, only to a point.
  1024. > Her belly has a powerful calming effect which caused my heart to slow and nerves to tingle
  1025. > I was trapped, but was quickly losing my passion to care.
  1026.  
  1027. > The belly had me locked into its opium and I was losing all sense of care
  1028. > I had never felt so comfortable
  1029. > It was like the greatest high
  1030. > A return to the womb
  1031.  
  1032. > I closed my eyes and watched the splotches of fettered circles made of dull colors splash across my eyelids.
  1033. > I was trapped within the monster I created
  1034. > The belly screamed around me
  1035.  
  1036. > My thrashing ceased completely and I resided in peace with my fate
  1037. > I was going to either die here or become one with the entity
  1038. > The rational part of me was fading.
  1039.  
  1040. > The part of me that argued for self preservation was snuffed by the increasing pleasure
  1041. > A pleasure growing so powerful that it was becoming almost painful
  1042. > I’m losing my sense of self, time and space now
  1043. > Is this real or a terrible nightmare?
  1044.  
  1045. > Will I awaken?
  1046. > And if I do, will I be forced into a vicious cycle of awaking and passing out?
  1047. > How long have I been here?
  1048. > Was this my first time waking in this wretched place?
  1049. > Or is this my hundredth?
  1050. > Is this how I will spend the remainder of my life?
  1051. > Falling to the pleasure to the point of unconsciousness only to awaken to confusion and panic?
  1052.  
  1053. > With each passing minute the belly grows and I sink deeper
  1054. > I am enfolded in its grasp
  1055. > The roaring tide is rolling in above me
  1056.  
  1057. > A blackest sailed ship is approaching
  1058. > I had seen this vessel a thousand times
  1059. > A wooden war machine sailing towards me across shimmering blue waters
  1060. > A pale sandy shoreline beneath my hooves
  1061. > I can hear the horns singing their shrill, scary songs
  1062. > The drums of doom marching towards me
  1063.  
  1064. > I stand atop the cusp of reality
  1065. > Between the shore and the ocean.
  1066. > How long have I been here?
  1067. > Where am I?
  1068.  
  1069. > I’m hungry
  1070. > I’m tired
  1071. > My breath is shortening….
  1072. > How long have I been here?
  1073.  
  1074. > The ship is getting closer…
  1075.  
  1076.  
  1077. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1nGMgaukcE&ab_channel=MGMT-Topic

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