Carrying Coco from the taxi to the back of the studio was less of a hassle than Photo Finish had thought it was going to be. The bloated mare would moan and groan at the movement, and heaved once, but as she leaned against her boss, there was no danger of their tipping over. Her side was hard, while the rest of her pressed softly into Finish’s own side. Finish didn’t even struggle to get Coco over to the back of the studio.

It was a bit of a shame, but one day at a time, Finish reminded herself.

They finally made it to the back door, where a solitary chair had been placed for ponies to take a rest. It was unoccupied, to Finish’s satisfaction, and with some maneuvering she placed Coco onto it. The groaning stopped, and was replaced with soft whimpers and moans; she stared down at her gut, and her forelegs drifted to rub and massage it. Now that it was settled in one place, her stomach gurgled as it worked to digest the buffet. The chair itself creaked only slightly.

She didn’t know how long she had been staring at Coco, but at some point the other mare decided to speak.

“Urgh.” Coco looked up at Finish. “J-Just give me one moment, and I’ll be able to get back to work.” She began panting.

“Would you like some water?” Finish offered. It was warm outside, even though they were in the shade.

Coco groaned. “No thank you. I can’t fit any more, Miss Finish. I just can’t.”

Fat chance, Finish thought. “You ate a lot, Miss Pommel.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry. I—“

“Don’t.” Finish sighed. “You did your job. We will work out what food will work with the shoot later, and your… experiences will help us.” She patted the orb of flesh in front of her. “But I do not want you to be sick while working. You will rest here until you digest this.”

Coco’s eyes closed slowly, in resignation. “Yes, Miss Finish,” she whispered. “I’ll do that.”

Finish watched the other mare ease herself into the chair, her squished rump cheeks and flanks just shy of poking out of the sides. Her forelegs returned to rubbing her belly, and she imagined Coco’s body being taken over by a food coma. Coco would sit there while all of that food would add more pounds to her frame, and Finish would be the only one that would know about it. She’d fatten up right in front of her, in public yet hidden, unwilling to move from her spot as she grew and grew and grew, the chair eventually breaking, being lost under her, growing more and more until she—

Her thought cut off abruptly as a small burp escaped her. Coco’s eyes shot open, mortified. “Oh my stars, I’m so sorry Miss Finish.” Her voice quivered.

“It is fine.” Finish smiled. “You’re just relieving pressure.” The shadows had moved a significant amount, and sweat had begun to develop on her forehead; Finish knew that she’d been out there longer than anticipated. “Come back inside as soon as you are feeling better.”

“Yes, Miss Finish.”

With that, Finish took leave of the other mare, walking around the studio until she was at the front. With a quick sigh and a shake of her head, she stepped inside.

Everything was running perfectly, as she had come to expect of her staff. Everypony looked up to await her instructions, and she waved them to continue what they were doing. A towel was procured by one of her attendants, and after a quick wipe to rid herself of the sweat, was taken away just as promptly. Everything inside was clockwork as they prepared for the next client.

It was twenty minutes before the next model was supposed to arrive. All Finish had to do was walk around, making sure everything was immaculate for when she arrived. That took very little time, and each station was checked quickly, one after the other.

At the end of it was the costume department, and Pins ‘N Needles was at work touching up on a glitzy diamond-encrusted ballroom dress. Finish approached silently and regarded it right behind her.

“This row is uneven.”

The dress was lifted up for inspection. “You’re right.” Pins got to work realigning it. That was another thing Finish liked about her: her ability to quickly and calmly take criticism. “How was Fleur?”

“Like all the others,” she said rather quickly. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“Will I be catering for an entourage?”

“Yes.”

“Va bene.” Her tone betrayed no emotion, just a focus on efficiency. “And where is Miss Pommel?”

“She’s resting.”

That caused her brow to raise. “She needs rest after going to lunch? What did she do?”

“She ate too much.”

“Oh.” Pins returned to her work. “That’s… that’s not good. Where is she now?”

“She’s outside.”

“Letting all of that food digest?”

“Yes.” Finish’s voice quivered with the reply.

“Good. We don’t want her throwing up on the garments.” With a twist of her forelegs, she straightened out the ballroom dress and tossed it onto a ponyquin with deft perfection. “Any more eating like that, and she’ll really be a tubby mare.”

Photo Finish’s knees bent slightly. A tubby mare, she thought to herself. If she keeps eating like that. Yes… Wait, what am I thinking? I cannot have a tubby mare working for me! “We have an image to uphold, Pins. We cannot have—it would look bad if we had a fat pony with us.”

“Sure.” Her inspection of the final product continued. “Then you should get somepony to tell her.”

Finish blinked. “Tell her? Tell her what?”

“That she needs to lose weight.”

“Oh, right. Yes.” When Finish looked back up, she found Pins staring at her. “I should get somepony to tell her that.”

“If you wish.”

“It must be done.”

“If it must.”

There was a rise in her employee’s voice that made Photo Finish’s brow rise. “If I must?”

“If you must.” Pins’s tone was back to normal, and she stepped away from the dress. “It is perfect. Now I will check to see if Miss Pommel is ready to come back inside. We have got a lot of dresses to work on.”

Before Pins could leave her workstool, Finish stopped her with a hoof. “No, you begin setting up the outfits. I will check on her.”

With a nod, Pins turned around and went back to work. As Photo Finish took her leave, she heard Pins N’ Needles chuckling behind her. Try as she could, she couldn’t quickly dismiss it.

Pins N’ Needles has been acting strange today. Perhaps she is working too hard. I may give her a day off. Then again, she has been acting weird around Coco Pommel. I am not sure why. Maybe it is because she is gaining weight. She thought about Coco sitting outside, lazing about, her rump taking up most of the chair. As she neared the back door, she heard moans and burps from outside. No, this must be stopped. It is for everypony’s own good, including hers. She will be a lot healthier, and more attractive to stallions.

A part of her hurt thinking that, but she set that part aside. It was for everypony’s own good, after all—Finish’s image, Coco’s health, the employee’s speed. I must tell her to stop overindulging.

With a nod of her head, she opened the door and turned to where she had left Coco. “Miss Pommel—“

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, goodness me, dearie. I’m so sorry for startling you.”

She couldn’t speak.

“Honey, are you alright?” The mare in front of her walked forward. “I didn’t harm your little girl, I promise.”

She dumbly shook her head. Her eyes darted around, trying to gather what she was seeing in front of her.

“Oh.” The mare smiled. “I get it. I really shouldn’t be surprised, everypony looks at me like that. You just startled me, that’s all.”

She dumbly nodded.

The mare put on the rosiest smile Finish could imagine, and held out a hoof. “I’m Fanny Pancake.”

Finish finally broke free of her gobsmacked state, and shook the mare’s hoof. Her spine nearly went rigid; she could feel the felt of the mare’s foreleg shaking, and watched hypnotically as it shifted and wobbled with the movement. “I-It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss—“ she swallowed. “Pancake.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, honey.” Her voice was forceful yet mellifluous, with a small southern twang. Her cheeks dimpled as much as they could when she smiled, while the rest of them rested on her neck rolls. “You must be Photo Finish.”

There was a moment of silence where Photo Finish looked at her entire body. It was just like it appeared in the pictures, only now it had actual motion. She towered above Photo Finish, over twice her size, and looked down at her to the point where her second chin suckled her neck. Her massive belly, which pressed against her hocks firmly and came down halfway between them and the ground, heaved with each breath. Her chest stuck out unabashedly, and each breath made it swell another few inches. Her forelegs were just as pillowy as Finish had imagined, and they draped over her knees just barely enough to obscure them. Her back had surprisingly few rolls on them; it was still soft, and shifted with the rest of her body, but Finish could tell that it could hold a decent amount of weight. Her flanks jutted out just as preposterously as they did in her photos, each one gloriously round, with just enough sag to show their softness.

She was, truly, a Massive Magnificent Mare.

“This mare here told me a bit about you.” Fanny motioned back to the seat. Coco was still sitting there, no longer groaning, but rubbing her belly. “I was just helping her out. I was on my way to do some business, when I heard her groaning back here. She was rubbing her belly, and I thought I would try and relieve her stomachache. There’s very little a belly rub can do to ease an upset stomach! I didn’t mean to trespass.”

She gawked. “Trespass? There is no trespass, you are not trespassing at all!” Her veins were pounding.

“Oh! That ‘no trespassing’ sign must be outdated.”

Finish looked at the sign that she, indeed, had been the one to put up. “Oh. Yes, I guess—“

“Don’t worry,” Fanny said with a giggle. “I’ll get it.”

Finish at first saw the massive mare wiggle her body. She stood there, transfixed, as her flanks twisted and swayed, each one just as graceful as a skinny mare’s entire body on a dancing pole. Then, with a twitch, the right flank slammed against the wall with a mighty slap. The sign shook violently, and it fell onto her flank with a much lighter slap.

“Would you look at that?” Fanny asked with a smirk. “Perhaps I should wear this all the time. ‘Hey, stallions, no trespassing!’” She chortled. “Would you kindly pull this off, sugah?”

With steps that were powerful and not as laborious as Finish would’ve imagined, Fanny turned counterclockwise and presented her right flank to the smaller mare. She couldn’t believe that she had seen these so many times in the photos, but now it was right in front of her. It was a living thing, one that moved not in quivers or shakes, but in waves and the occasional ponderous jolt. As it was, it waved back and forth, the front edge rubbing against her belly like it was humping it, the back of it giving her slight peeks of her rump before shifting back in a dance. Her cutie mark was larger than Finish’s head, and the pancakes on it heaved out with each breath, begging for somepony to take a bite. And the sign was right above this.

“Don’t be shy now,” Fanny said with a sake of her flank.

Finish nearly cooed, but could see Coco silently watching them from just under her belly. So she stood on her hindlegs and—

“Photo Finish!”

Both she and Fanny jumped at the sudden noise. It was one of Finish’s bodyguards. “What is it?”

“There was a loud bang!” He shook. “Get inside, I think we’re being attacked again.” He looked at Coco, and then at the blank space on the wall. “And who took down the ‘No Trespassing’ sign? Oh golly gee whiz, the noise was right there, too! I bet it was the Changelings who—“

“Oh, dear. I’m ‘fraid that was me, dear.”

He stared, gobsmacked.

“I know. I’ve got quite a booty, don’t I?” Fanny gave it a little shake.

He squeaked and went stiff. Photo Finish temporarily ignored the soft slaps of that monstrous flank against her cheek and said, “Everything is fine. Is everything okay in the studio?”

“Y-y-y-yes, Miss Finish—“

“Then get back to work!” It came off as far more dry-throated than she intended. Regardless, the bodyguard nodded and scampered off. She turned her attention back to the sign.

It wasn’t there.

“Oh dear.” Finish looked around Fanny’s side to see the other mare blushing. “Darlin’, when I hopped up like that, I tossed tat sign from my flank to my rump.”

Before Finish could process what she had said, Fanny stepped around and showed her backside to the photographer. The sight made her nearly orgasm, and she was glad that Coco couldn’t see her from where she was sitting. It was truly vast, much wider than Finish was from snout to tail, and it loomed over the top of her head. Each cheek was slightly punctuated by where they met the flank, creating slight dimples at the side; aside from that, they wobbled and waved and contoured within their own gelatinous mass. Her hocks supported them with twitchy motions, trying to ground themselves as the rump shook. The middle of it twitched and waved, trying to find its equilibrium as each cheek squished and smooshed at the center. Only the dock of her tail was visible from the top of the tall crack, and her tail was slightly raised, as to not be tousled by the movement. And sandwiched right under her tail, in between the cheeks, was the ‘no trespassing’ sign.

That sign made everything that was going on seem sinful.

“You see it, honey?”

Finish shook herself from staring, sending some drool flying, and nodded. She approached the rump.

“Photo Finish?”

“Yes.” She drew in a deep breath. “I see it.” With shaky hooves—this was larger than she could ever have anticipated—she rose to her hindlegs and placed her fores on Fanny’s cheeks. Each one had a soft give, but they were firm enough that Finish could imagine riding on her backside and rocking it with a satisfying bounce, gripping it firmly and slapping against it with tidal jiggles and a satisfying knockback, hearing moans and grunts for more and more and more and more and—

“Is it too high?” Fanny’s backside lowered slightly, and Finish could hear her belly slap against the ground. “That’s about as low as I can go.”

Finish’s heart was pounding; the flesh in front of her was firm and malleable, and the lingering scent of maple syrup made her salivate. Still, she had a job to do. With a gulp, she shifted her forehooves to lift herself. Fanny’s rump gave enough to afford her purchase, and Finish stretched a foreleg out to grab the sign.

It was just out of reach. Her head was pounding with excitement, and she shifted around to get a better vantage point. Still, she couldn’t touch it. She didn’t try hopping for it, for that would’ve been undignified of her. She considered grabbing her tail to lift her up, but decided not to for fear of upsetting the other mare.

“I cannot reach it.”

From around the massive mare, Finish heard a voice speak up. “I’ll help, Miss Finish.” She listened for hoofsteps, and eventually saw Coco Pommel, stomach still swollen, lumbering around to her. “Here.” She positioned herself right in front of Fanny’s rump. “You can get on top of me.”

Finish nearly had a second orgasm. Get on top of her, while she’s right behind Fanny Pancake! Her thoughts were going haywire as she nodded and lifted her forelegs onto Coco’s back. She remained firmly in place, looking at her boss with a mild determination.

Silently, she pushed the rest of herself up. Coco stepped around to help Finish balance, and once that was received, she went back to Fanny. Now seeing herself at eye level with Fanny’s dock, she steadied herself before standing on her hinds and placing her forehooves near the top of Fanny’s backside.

From above, Fanny’s back was indeed less fatty than she had thought, but there was still a sizable covering, with a few rolls. Her sides and hips flared out bountifully, and she could only imagine how wide her belly was below, with how wide she was from an aerial view. Fanny’s nape bunched up, and her neck pooled around her head.

“Can you reach it now, honey?”

Finish’s heart was thumping hard. She was getting lightheaded. She knew that the sign was easily within reach, but this was such a golden moment. All of her fantasizing about Fanny Pancake was making her want to take the mare as her own, that this was a golden opportunity to seize her greatest sexual desire. But her logical side was telling her that she was at work, Coco was there, and Fanny wasn’t giving any signs of wanting sex. With a mental sigh, she looked down at Coco, who was holding her up well enough.

“I…” She began feeling dizzy. “I think I—“ She could feel herself tipping over. It was then that she felt a lurching motion. The next moment, with a bit of clarity, she felt her underside pressed against Fanny’s rump, her crack rubbing against her coat. She looked down to see Coco pressing herself against Fanny.

“Sorry, Miss Finish. You were about to fall, so…” Her cheek was smooshed against Fanny’s rump, while the rest of her looked like it was trying to support the larger mare by herself.

Photo Finish shifted around, and felt her body pressing up against Fanny. She wrapped her forelegs around to try and get a better vantage, before remembering that she could’ve reached it…

And before she could pull away, she realized that she had just mounted Fanny Pancake.

And that made her orgasm.

She stood there, feeling the massive mare in front of and under her, her rump sturdy, soft and ready for her, her flanks steady, her tail out of the way for her to grab the wedged sign. She gave a soft moan as the feeling washed over her.

“You got it?”

“Miss Finish?”

She snapped out immediately and frantically grabbed the sign. “I got it,” she says as coolly as she could. With shaky hooves, she pushed off of Fanny and lowered herself on all four on Coco’s back. The other mare staggered a bit as Fanny stepped away, but was able to keep her balance. Finish lowered herself off of Coco, making sure to step off of her side rather than backing up and risking mounting another mare.

Coco was panting from the effort, but gave Finish a smile anyway. Once Finish had righted herself and looked at Coco, she cursed herself. There was a dollop of her arousal on her back that had gathered in a tiny gloop. She only thanked Celestia that Coco had gotten sweaty enough that other eyes wouldn’t be able to see it.

“Thank you for that, girls!” Fanny was smiling her friendly smile to them. “That was really quite bothersome. I went and made quite a mess with my big ol’ rump.” She chuckled.

Finish snapped to attention. “It is fine. I—“ she racked her brain to find an explanation for her groping. Fortunately for her, thinking quickly was something she had mastered. She remembered from all of her magazine-reading that Fanny took pride in her size. “I didn’t know how much your rump was going to shake.”

Coco gawked, but Fanny smiled. “No problem sugarcube, most ponies don’t know what to do with a butt this big.” She gave it a proud shake. “It may be big, but it’s firm enough.”

Coco blushed. “Um, your butt’s… not really that big.”

Fanny laughed. “Don’t worry about offending me. I know I’ve got a fat ass, and flanks far greater than most stallions.” She leaned towards Coco. “I probably have more balls, too. I guess you could call me a megapone.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” Fanny continued. “Miss Pommel had been telling me that you needed an opinion on food?”

“Oh, that’s right!” Coco perked up. “We’re preparing for a photo shoot, and were trying to figure out what food will go best with it.”

“You needed an opinion on pasta, right?” Coco nodded. “You know, I have a friend who’s coming over tonight, and she knows a lot about cooking. She could help you out, if you’d like to come over for dinner.”

Coco’s eyes dilated. “D-dinner?” She rubbed her stomach again. “Ooh, I don’t know. I’m still pretty full from earlier.”

“You wouldn’t have to go now!” She laughed. “I don’t think even my friend’s divine cooking could fit in your li’l belly.” She playfully poked Coco’s gut. “It’s all tight and stuffed right now. You couldn’t eat another bite.”

Coco blushed, and Fanny’s cheeks turned rosy, although Finish thought this was just her being as friendly as she had been. “Yes, Coco, that sounds like an excellent opportunity… for our photo shoot.”

Finish turned. “But we must now be getting back to work. Coco, are you well?”

“Yes, Miss Finish.” Although it still looked like Coco was struggling, she walked to the back door of the studio. By the way, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

Finish hesitated before remembering what she had come out for in the first place. "I came to see... that you were well."

"Oh." She turned to Fanny. “Um, it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Pancake.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, sweet pea,” Fanny said with a nod of the head. “You have a good day now.”

“And wipe the sweat off of your back!” Finish commanded. “You’re covered in sweat.”

“Yes, Miss Finish!” Coco yelled frightfully, and scampered off.

Finish sighed, knowing that her sex wouldn’t be on her coat anymore. With that out of her mind, she turned back to Fanny. “Thank you for helping me—helping her, I mean.”

Fanny’s brow raised slightly, but she kept that warm smile. “It’s alright, dear. Poor thing had eaten quite a lot, and probably wasn’t used to it. Will I see you at dinner as well?”

“As much as I would lo-like to attend, I cannot. I have work to do at my house later on.” She mentally cursed herself for having to prepare for photo shoots later on.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Fanny pouted for a moment before smiling again. “Still, I’m glad we can at least have Coco over! She’s a bit shy, isn’t she?”

“Yes, shy, quite.”

“I gathered. Hopefully she’ll relax there. We’ll have such a big meal waiting for her.” She punctuated the sentence with slight turn of the head and a grin.

Finish’s knees locked.

“Anyway, I gotta run now, honey.” Fanny took Finish’s hoof and shook it. “It was a pleasure meeting you, but I got my own planning to do, for my own photo shoot.”

Finish could feel the blood rushing up to her face, but she tightened her neck to stop that. “It was nice meeting you as well.”

“Take care now!” With that, Fanny walked and turned until her rump was in front of Finish again. As Fanny walked away, Finish thanked Luna that there was none of her arousal on her crack. Unless it was lost in between her crack, and Fanny simply ignored bringing it up, liking the lube for when she did—

She couldn’t take it anymore. With as much restraint as she could muster, she entered the studio. Before anypony could get her attention, she went straight for the models’ room.

Coco emerged, her coat free of sweat and sex. “A-Are you alright, Miss Finish?”

“I’m fine,” she muttered, brushing past her. “Is there a model in there-is anypony in there?”

“No, Miss—“

Before Coco could continue, Finish barged in. “Just get to work,” she said briskly, and closed the door.

Now alone, she locked the door and turned the model’s shower as cold as she could make it. Before she stepped in, she opened the model’s drawer and pulled out a measuring tape. Throwing off her dress and goggles, she tied the tape around her muzzle and stepped in, jolting as the freezing water hit her. As the thoughts of Fanny, Coco and the ordeal rushed back to her, with the tape to keep her silent, she masturbated to near exhaustion before finishing up, putting everything back into its rightful place, and walking back in to help the next model’s shoot.

Author's Note

These studio chapters are proving to be challenging.

for those who're still following, I apologize for the lateness of this. This could be attributed to something I personally face, where I complete three chapters of a story, and then I either stop completely, or take a long time to publish chapter 4. I'm glad this didn't take as long, but I apologize for how long it did take.