Totty's Growing Pains

Totty sighed softly to herself. It seemed, in the modern day, that a bachelors degree simply didn’t go as far as it used to. Her parents had been the ones that suggested she go to at least get an undergrad degree, and she had passed well enough despite her somewhat air-headed personality. So the mare had a degree to her name… but finding work was becoming difficult. Those that wanted degrees expected honours, high GPAs, and professors to write recommendation papers. The only professor she could persuade to write her one was, apparently, unconvincing on his own.

Interview after interview with schools back out east had gotten her nowhere, as each time the conversation shifted to uncomfortable questioning about her weight, or her stomach would growl, or something else that sapped her confidence. Each and every time she had left feeling worse about herself than she had started, and eventually ran out of places to apply at.

So Totty found herself on a bus, headed for Los Pegasus. She had a friend or two there that would be able to provide a couch for her until she could get back on her feet. By the looks of things- it had better be a sturdy couch. Her college years hadn’t done well for her waistline, and more than that her lack of a job had saw things further slide. Being broke meant she ate poorly and in sporadic binges, and her snacking habits didn’t help. Nor did, of course, the fact she had picked up a fast-food job to pay the bills for a few months.

The mare was overweight, to be certain. Totty had a heavyset build slanted towards the front midsection, heavy around the core middle with a substantial bust to round it out. While she wasn’t so far gone as to be absurd, she was certainly at the size where she drew a few looks here and there, and had difficulties with her wardrobe. Her brown coated body poured over her midriff in a substantial muffintop, and her rear was softened and wide. While she didn’t yet have problems with doors, the fact she was nearing the possibility of that was a worry she kept in mind when going through smaller doorways.

Totty's size weighed on her mind heavily, but she tried to keep a good attitude. There were worse things in life than being fat, even if it wasn’t perfect, and at least she had her friends. She gazed out the window across the desert as the bus rumbled on towards the city, and watched as the buildings rose in the evening sun. It looked blisteringly hot outside, but thankfully the bus was air-conditioned. The heavy mare had started the three-hour excursion with a two litre bottle of soda as well, but it had been empty since the first hour.

Totty was soon quite aware of how empty it was when she went to take a drink, and was met only with the sound of a collapsing bottle when she sucked on the neck of it. With a heavy sigh she looked down at herself, and gently placed her hand atop her large middle. Two litres of soda, gone into her, and she didn’t even feel it. It would worry her less if she actually felt full or something, but even after all that she was just slightly thirsty… and the hungry rumbles of her stomach were amplified by a slight sloshing as that soda splashed around inside her.

The bus however was apathetic to her concerns, and drove onward to the city of lights. Soon it passed into the suburbs and slowed as it entered city traffic. The sun edged over the horizon meanwhile, and the dazzling lights of the strip miles away were beautiful even this far out. Even this far away, as well, she could see tourists outside and the less well off taking their chances at the more downtrodden casinos this far from the core.

Knowing that the depot wasn’t far now, Totty reached under her seat and put her heavy purse in her lap. Her belongings had been sent ahead by freight mail- paid for by her friend in an act of kindness- and all she had in here was an emergency change of clothes and what should have been emergency rations for a week. They too had been consumed by the end of the first hour, and Totty once again blushed as she noted how light her purse was now- and how much heavier she must therefore be.

When the bus came into the depot Totty was the last one to disembark, as she had long since decided on not holding anyone up with her slow pace- or giving anyone an excuse to comment on her weight. She held her purse tightly against her and had a rigidly defensive pose when she exited. Quite meek looking, and exactly the sort of girl that certain types would take advantage of- but her friend was already waiting, and anyone with a brain knew to back off as soon as she approached Totty.

“Totty,” Emmy spoke, as the dragonic woman stepped out into the circle of streetlight Totty was under, “Chin up, look straight. You’re going to get mugged looking like a lost tourist honey.”

Totty’s relief was visible and immediate, as she relaxed from her rigid pose and stood up straighter, meeting her friend with a warm smile. While she wasn’t tall by any means, she immediately seemed to gain an inch or two simply from standing more confident and relaxed, and spread her legs apart slightly for a firmer stance. This was, of course, because she had thrown her arms out to accept Emmy’s embrace that soon squished her.

“Emmyyy….” Totty grunted, “You’re squishing me!” she whined, wheezing slightly from the pressure as she spoke.

Emmy returned with a giggle, and compressed Totty all the more. “I know I am! Girl since when have you been this squishy? You’ve never been small but…”

The poor brown coated mare seemed to shrink into herself, whimpering and blushing as she centred around her purse. The fact that her stomach decided that was the perfect moment to growl just made her all the more embarrassed, and she seemed to be trying to implode into a singularity before her friends gaze.

“I just get…” Totty spoke meekly. “… hungry… a lot...”

Emmy sighed, and lifted Totty’s chin with a single green finger. “Totty, girl, you’ve gotta be more confident. I wasn’t insulting you- you’re a big girl, stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Totty just whimpered, and looked up at her friend with self doubt in her eyes. Emmy quickly sighed in return, and firmly gripped Totty's hand to get her attention. She looked into her friends eyes with a smile and friendly manner, even as she towered over her.

“Come on, you’ll feel better with a full stomach,” Emmy offered, “And don’t you worry, I haven’t forgotten how much you can put away- I planned for it.”

Totty smiled slightly, and her noisy stomach became all the more so for a moment as it rumbled with hunger. She almost winced, and Emmy kept her hold on Totty's hand as she led her on.

Their walk was short, and somewhat awkwardly silent as Emmy didn’t feel like speaking with Totty’s demanding stomach making such a fuss. Every time she would move to speak, that gut would make a low growling murmur and interrupt her line of thinking. Emmy couldn’t even begin to imagine how hard it would have been for Totty to study and get that degree.

It had taken a whole lot of snacking, that was for sure. Her Freshman 15 had been a Freshmare 30.

They soon arrived outside Emmy’s house, and Totty was astonished at the scale of it. While she knew Emmy wasn’t exactly poor, she hadn’t expected her to have a large two story dwelling with easy access to a freeway to her. Convenience and space were two things that tended to boost property value- and Emmy had both in spades.

Totty was just about to ask how Emmy could afford this before she realized how out of breath she was from just a short walk. Thinking it to be from her weight, not from the fact she hadn’t eaten anything wholesome since this morning, she shut herself up and silently entered after Emmy.

The smell of food inside was… palpable. Totty immediately dropped her purse and made a break for the dining room- guided by smell. The speed of her was surprisingly fast for the heavyweight and exhausted mare. Emmy even watched with a tilted brow as she swept past in her haste to feed herself, and giggled slightly when Totty halted in the doorway and gasped in astonishment.

There was no meal on the long wooden table, there was a feast. The sheer scope of it was astounding to Totty, and it was all good home-made food that must have taken hours to prepare. Mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, a roast turkey and a ham. It was beautifully arranged, and, as she soon noticed- lined up before a single chair.

“Congratulations on your degree, Totty. Now sit that big-butt down and treat yourself. You deserve it," Emmy spoke- from behind, as Totty was filling up the doorway with herself.

Emmy’s words quickly melted any hesitation Totty had, and she was stuffing food into her face before her thick rear end had even plopped into the chair. She was lost to the bliss of consuming enough that she didn’t notice the creaking of the sturdy wood, and didn’t even realize she hadn’t taken a breath after a solid minute of physically forcing food down her throat.

Totty paused and drew her head back, gasping for air, and her chest heaved with heavy breaths.

“It’s so gooooood…” Totty moaned, her voice airy and almost lusty. Subconsciously she undid her belt buckle and popped the button on her pants- she was not holding back tonight.

The effect was immediate as her obese belly audibly sloshed forward and occupied a few inches more space than before, and the mare moaned quietly. Her fat middle had been compressed all day, and it felt good to let it out to it's natural shape.

Emmy was quite happy to make note of this, and strode up beside her. “That’s my girl, you enjoy yourself- I’ve got to go take care of a few things. Your room is up the stairs on the left, I put your stuff in there.”

Totty nodded blearily, and then reached out to restart her meal at a more reasonable pace.

The mashed potatoes went first, and Totty didn’t even bother with a plate as she simply thumped the bowl before her and took great heavy spoonfuls out. The heavy mash quickly soothed and quieted her stomach, and she sighed with a pleasurable bliss when she had consumed the full two pounds. The hungry mare was finally able to think straight again, and a complex calculus went through her mind as she considered how exactly to approach the meal.

Totty was an eater by nature, and she was good at it. She knew precisely within a quart her exact stomach capacity, although putting that into words would be difficult. The mare also knew how far past that she could go before her gag reflex kicked in, and with the well prepared meal before her she formed a plan to get it all in her- and keep it in her. Food this good wasn’t worth wasting, whether thrown away or otherwise, and Emmy had clearly put some love and effort into it.

The turkey would be first, she decided, and she would eat the vegetables between that and the ham. Upon coming to this conclusion she blushed slightly and glanced around, realizing internally just how silly it was that she a plan- and knew full well she could actually put in into effect- to consume enough food for five people at least. On one degree it felt… shameful, wrong- like she was a freak. On another, it felt almost natural. Totty had always eaten heavily, and had fond memories of her perhaps over-indulgent mother feeding her enormous meals.

Which was probably what led to her current appetite. A lifetime of being filled to the brim at every meal led to a stomach that expected that.

The heavy mare was barely aware that she had been gorging herself in the entire time she had been thinking, and only when the turkey had been reduced to little more than bones- with the entire thing resting in her belly- did Totty realize she’d even started on it. Emmy had returned to the room in the meanwhile, and leaned on the table with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the girl I know. I betcha you could put away a buffet and still have room for desert… of a whole damn bakery.”

Totty blushed, but giggled as well, “You're acting like that's a good thing,” she returned, unsure of herself as she felt the swell of her brown belly with a hand.

"It's not?" Emmy contended, "Relax, we're celebrating your degree- remember? I made all this food for the only girl I know that could actually eat it all. That's a good thing, isn't it? You can actually enjoy all this..."

Her clawed hand swept over the table and she turned her gaze back to Totty, "And more, I bet."

Totty giggled again, and felt the shame dissolve- at least for now. Her hand gripped at her belly-fat and jiggled it a bit, which led to a bubbling sound coming from her gut and then a low rumbling belch escaped her. "Y-Yeah probably... better make that two bakeries, I'm not stopping until I can't swallow."

The thick mare sounded almost prideful, and quickly set to work on the rest of the food.

The vegetables were well buttered and steamed, something Totty made sure to compliment Emmy on. “Only the best for your first day back, Totty, just try and stop yourself before you can’t move- unless you'd like to sleep at the table."

Well aware that she actually could eat enough that was a valid problem, Totty continued with a renewed flush on her face. From anyone else that teasing would be hurtful, but coming from Emmy it felt friendly, almost like this was a game that Totty was particularly good at- and Emmy was cheering her on.

If it was a game, Totty was Olympic level. Her thickened arms moved like a machine and put vegetables on her plate, then in her mouth, and before long she decided to forego the plate and simple plop the entire steaming bowl before herself. Slowly but surely that bowl emptied, and her stomach stopped growling in hunger as it found itself closing in on the point of comfortably full. Not long after Totty’s sizable midriff started to slowly inch outwards as her stomach swelled with food.

A sizable belch rumbled out of Totty following her emptying of the vegetables, and without paying any mind to that she reached out in a daze for the ham. When she did her fat belly slapped against the table and gurgled slightly as it prevented her reach, and Totty could only whine softly before Emmy simply stepped over and slid the plate over.

“Vanilla or chocolate?” Emmy asked, just before Totty had started going ham on the ham.

Totty responded only with a tilt of the head, and another dainty belch.

“For desert, silly. I have a chocolate cake- and a vanilla cake.”

Totty thought for a moment, but then grinned widely when she seized on the opportunity and jammed a fork into her ham. “Why not both?”

Emmy snorted and patted Totty’s expanding middle. “That’s my girl, if I had to describe you in three words… that’s the ones I’d use.”

Totty paid her friend no mind when they left to secure desert, instead focused with a laser guided determination on destroying that ham. Fork and knife worked in tandem to rip heavy slices out of it and cram them into Totty’s ever-greedy maw, and her swelling stomach started to inch outwards over her pants. The mare had passed the point of comfortably full, and was now on the path to stuffing herself- which she did with wreckless abandon.

It wasn’t until the ham was half done that Totty paused, having been forced to contend with her own stomachs swell as it pushed her back from the table and limited the reach of her arms. She looked down at herself, assessing how bloated she was, and a familiar wave of shameful feelings washed over her as her stomach gurgled quietly.

The mares soft hands slapped to her belly and she shook it slightly, and her ears pinned down to hear that she had eaten so much she physically sloshed. There was so much food inside her that she could feel the enormous stomach cavity insider her, and the stretching walls of it… and yet she wasn’t at 100%- not yet. So much food and she still had room.

Totty’s mind pulled her in two separate directions, but Emmy arrived again at the perfect time to sooth her anxiety- with a cake held in each strong arm.

Emmy laid them out across the ham, and then pulled it closer for the girl.

“Keep eating like this and I’m going to have to cut a half-circle into the table for you,” she teased, and gave Totty’s swollen gut a good natured poke before surprising the mare and grabbing her fork.

Totty’s eyes went wide and she moaned blissfully when Emmy fed her a slice of ham. It felt absolutely divine- almost sexual- but not quite. The flush on her face was all the more apparent, and Emmy all the more happy her friend was enjoying herself.

“Finish up.”

Emmy hardly even had to ask, as the warm friendly feelings of being fed like that had driven Totty on to get as much in her as she could- both for herself, and out of appreciation for how much work Emmy had put into this. Her arms worked feverishly to stuff down that ham, to the point that she felt them start to burn with exertion and even her jaw started to feel sore. Even so, she stuffed slice after slice into herself and bloated her belly to ever greater proportions.

When it was finally inside her Totty’s enormous gut had swelled enough to push up her heavy breasts and push her so far back from the table she could barely even reach it. It filled her lap, flowing forward and over her fat thighs enough to fill the space under the armrests. Totty was left panting for breath after her gorging sprint to finish the ham, and only a sour gurgle from her middle broke her out of the overstuffed daze it had left her in. Another belch rumbled out of her, and her eyes settled on the cakes.

Weakly reaching out Totty huffed and tried to will her overfilled body to move, but her reach was impeded and all that food was leaving her minutes away from falling into an overstuffed food coma. Something Emmy was quite familiar with, and she pulled both cakes closer herself.

“Do you want them, Totty?” she asked, her voice soft and friendly as she did.

Totty tried to speak, but could only hiccup and nod her head, which squished into her neck fat.

“Then just lean back, let me take care of it…”

Totty did as asked, both due to trusting her friend and due to her insatiable appetite. She was sore at this point, in her arms and her gut, but food remained- and if food remained, she was going to try and eat it. Emmy soon had sliced out enough of the cake to fill a bowl, and then stepped closer to Totty so she could feed it to her.

So the heavy mare opened her mouth, received a large helping of thick and rich vanilla cake, and then swallowed it without chewing. Her stomach bubbled slightly, protesting against the additional calories, but Emmy was on point and soon put her plate down on Totty’s own gut so she could have a free arm to rub her.

Her ministrations were tender and soft, and at least for the moment soothed Totty’s indigestion. The mare could only moan in bliss as further cake was slowly fed into her, and minute after minute passed in this paradise. All she had to do was keep her mouth open, receive cake, and swallow.

Even as her gut flowed over and under the table, and even as it’s weight became enough that the chair bent under her, Totty continued to accept cake. The vanilla one went quickly enough, but the chocolate one required more effort. Her motions became slower, even swallowing became a chore as her full stomach became tighter and tighter.

Even Totty had her limits, and Emmy’s feeding was quickly approaching them. Half way through the chocolate cake she stopped, just as Totty’s throat bulged from her last helping tried to work itself back up.

Totty swallowed it back down, and then laid back with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her whole body was filled with the warm pleasant feeling of being full. Something that was more difficult for a mare of her appetite and capacity than most. It was a rare thing to feel this satisfied, and she languidly laid there, hiccupping and belching every few moments, as her bleary eyes barely remained open. The fullness of her gut combined with the warmth and comfort of being in such a safe space with her best friend relaxed her to a point she hadn't been in ages, and it showed. The simple relaxation of tension left her looking almost twice the mare as Totty had been when she arrived.

Emmy’s strength was soon proven when she helped Totty out of her chair, and the mare’s enormous gut sunk almost down to her knees. With every small movement it sloshed and gurgled, groaning deeply as it complained to them about the absurd caloric load inside it they had forced it to digest. Emmy stepped to Totty’s left, and put one arm under that sack of food to relieve Totty of the weight.

The dragonic mares other arm was on her friends shoulders, and while movement was rather awkward like this it lightened the load on Totty enough that Emmy was able to guide her to the living room. The stairs to the guest room weren’t an option at present, and Emmy simply laid her friend down on the couch before throwing a thick and warm blanket over her.

To an outside viewer, one could question if it was a belly attached to a mare, or a mare attached to a belly, that laid on that couch. Totty’s whole body wobbled with intense digestion, and her heavy chest pushed in and out with her slow and heavy breaths. Tonight she would sleep there, and Emmy giggled to herself as she watched the couch itself slowly bend inwards under the supremely heavy load.

It was worth it just to see that smile that Totty wore even as she slept, a smile from ear to ear.