Totty's slumber went uninterrupted through the night, even with her belly gurgling loudly and sloshing with her every movement. By the time those noises had settled, and she had awoken, a few more pounds of luscious fat coated her frame. An amount small enough to go unnoticed, those pounds added to a seemingly endless stream of them that poured over her feminine figure.

In the morning, Totty moved her belongings into her new bedroom. The mare didn’t find it difficult to get settled in; after all, her only belongings were her clothes. Emmy and Totty unpacked for a few hours, and the pair had bonded over cleaning her room and getting it in order. Totty’s favorite landscape of a quaint countryside schoolhouse went up on the wall, and a new blanket was put over the bed.

Totty thought once or twice about complaining that her bedroom was upstairs, but the walk up the stairs was quickly accepted her as about as much exercise as she needed. It made it easier to excuse her heavy breakfast as well.

Despite Emmy not commenting on Totty's clothing, the self conscious mare couldn’t help but feel she was being judged as they were filling the closet.

Emmy did however take notice of the cosplay outfits Totty kept. The mare had a decent amount of them, and it seemed like half of the clothes she was attached to were older outfits. Some of which were almost comedically undersized for her heavy frame, but a few of the more risque ones would fit just fine at any size.

Totty was particularly embarrassed, yet proud of her gigantic bras. They had to be special ordered, and Emmy just had to compare her own bras side by side. A subtle feminine pride filled Totty even as she blushed profusely, knowing full well she outsized her already-busty friend by a good cup size and a half.

In one green-scaled hand Emmy held her own, an attractive black silk number that was easily a DD cup. In her other, Totty’s demure bra sagged down, with much larger straps for better support. The volume of each cup was easily one and a half size bigger than the other.

Emmy smiled, glancing between the bras and the blushing orange mare sitting on the bed. “Totty, how do you manage to be single with tits like these? I know a few girls that aren't this big even after getting enhanced. Damn, honey, what are these even- F cup?"

Totty glanced aside and rubbed the back of her neck, “It’s uh… G actually, I used to wear an F but... well they started to get a little more…”

The mare coughed, “Nevermind...they got bigger, okay?”

Sensing some frustration at being put on the spot, Emmy squinted at the shy mare. She was careful of her next statement, and did her best not to offend her friend. “They most certainly did. You should be proud... guys would pay damn good money just to look at ‘em. It’s good money, honey, and I know a few people…”

Totty squinted at her, and crossed her arms under her bust. “I am not going to start stripping for bits. I’m not… just some piece of meat for stallions to throw bills at.”

Emmy shrugged, and tossed Totty’s bra at her, the over sized garment covering her entire face at it plopped onto her head. “Suit yourself, Totty, but it’s not only stallions that I see. Plenty of mares show me a bit of attention as well. Some are envious… some just swing the other way,” she spoke, and pivoted towards the door. "'sides, you're only a piece of meat if you think that way. There's something... empowering about commanding the male gaze."

“Dinner's in thirty minutes, bring an appetite, girl, cause you’re not going to bed hungry so long as you’re living here.”

Totty flopped backwards in the bed once she was alone, and slapped her hands to her large bust. Squeezing each breast in her hands she moaned quietly and squirmed. All of that attention on her breasts had left her a little frisky, and it had been too long since she gave her girls some attention. The touch was wonderful, and she couldn’t help but imagine what if some romantic soul was doing it instead of herself. She imagined handsome guy with a wallet as fat as she was, a kind spirit, and that accepted her despite her size.

The mare sighed wistfully, and gently closed the door with her magic before she let those fantasies fill her mind. Totty imagined herself as a beautiful and slender mare, busty and feminine, with a body that even Emmy would kill for. Giggling slightly to herself as she enjoyed the thoughts, she also imagined what it would be like if she had her dragonic metabolism: Emmy could almost eat as much as Totty did, and get away with it too.

When dinner was ready, Totty arrived in good spirits. She ate her fill without remorse. It was only when she had stopped eating and retired to her bed again did she, as usual, regret overeating. Stomach soreness is something she’d long since gotten used to, and she fell asleep with the warm feeling of a slightly too full gut pinning her to the bed and lifting the blanket around her.

The next few days passed without much happening. Totty went out to drop off resumes and fill out employment forms, as well as stopping by the unemployment office to collect her small stipend. Her embarrassment upon realizing that this allowance, enough that someone should be able to live off, was barely enough to cover a week of food at her average rate was almost palpable.

It didn’t help that Emmy, always generous, refused to accept any amount from Totty to cover her expenses, not until she had steady work, at least. Emmy had bits to spare, and while she took note of how her food expenses had more than tripled in that short time, it was barely a drip in the bucket of her commendable financial hoard.

Totty was relieved when it only took a few days for her first followup, and had an interview that afternoon for a secretarial position at a small local office. One of those little establishments that did Celestia only knew what, but all she had to do was answer the phone and hold down the lobby if she was hired. In Emmy's own words, she'd be expected to "Look good, show a little cleavage- but not too much- and keep a warm coffee on her bosses desk."

Emmy helped Totty dress herself for that interview , and sat on Totty’s bed while she tried out clothes. The few business appropriate outfits she had fit her large body quite well...six months ago. Now they fit but only just barely, leaving her always showing just a sliver of her midriff or a tad too much cleavage.

Totty turned to her friend uncertainly, wearing a red blouse and a black skirt that ran down to her knees. Appropriate enough, but she was stretching things somewhat literally in the skirts case. Emmy shrugged in response.

“Relax, Totty. you’re in Los Pegasus. As long as you don’t go in stark-nude they’re not going to care, and you look damned good in that anyway. Betcha you’ll be hired as soon as you walk in. The rest will just be so they don't get called out for hiring you ‘cause you’re hot,” she spoke, teasing Totty gently.

Totty blushed, and looked down at herself. All she could really see was her own bust so she’d simply have to take her friends word for it.

“I know you’re just trying to be silly, but I don’t look that good. I feel like something is going to slip out if I move and I’m not sure what it’s gonna be,” Totty returned, and experimentally took a long stride towards the door.

The mares large body bounced, and for a moment her butt and navel were visible when her blouse was pulled up, but on the whole the outfit held together.

“You’re fine, honey. Go get out there and land that job, I’ll work on a nice surprise for when you get home.” Emmy spoke, and smacked Totty’s rear end on the way past her and out of the room.

Totty squeaked and shouted after her, “Hey! I don’t do that to you!”

Emmy’s response was simple, “Anytime, honey.”

Defeated by what she should have known would be the response, Totty huffed and left, eager to get away before she ended up finding an excuse for a third lunch.

Totty got to experience some of the sights of Las Pegasus on her way. The workplace wasn’t far, but was on the other side of the strip and she had to pass through the traffic. Emmy’s car was one of few that could fit her comfortably, and that made the journey a pleasant experience. In that vehicle she almost felt right, as the seat was back enough and the space was roomy enough to give her body space. Emmy letting her borrow it was quite some generosity, the car must've been worth a years pay at any regular job.

The heavy mare was almost late due to her sightseeing, and swung open the doors to the three-story office building just five minutes before she was due to arrive. Huffing for a moment from the short sprint from the car to inside, she pulled down her blouse and adjusted her skirt before she stepped inside with as much confidence as she could muster.

The room was empty but for what she suspected were the other applicants. One was a Pegasus with a slender body that was more fit for a Wonderbolt than a secretary, and the other was a lithe stallion in a pink dress shirt. They both talked together idly, and Totty chose to seat herself apart from them and simply wait to see how the interview would work.

The chair gave her away, creaking deeply under her weight, and when they turned to her Totty smiled meakly, “H-Hi, I’m here for the job…”

They glanced at eachother, “That’s you? I had no idea,” the stallion spoke, and raised himself to approach Totty with his hand extended. "I thought from your profile you'd be an Earth pony, quite honestly."

“My name’s Trotsky, and I’m the human resources manager,” he introduced.

Totty blinked in surprise, and clearly hadn’t at all expected this. Her hands quickly moved to the chair armrests and pushed, but her arms couldn’t budge her- something she quickly realized to her absolute horror. The mare was stuck fast, her own copious adipose sealing her into the seat.

Stuck, and with the manager looking at her awkwardly. “Do you… need some help, Totty?” he inquired.

The blood by this point had drained from Totty’s face and a feeling of absolute dread had washed over her. She tried again, pushing with all the strength her fat-softened arms could muster, but she was stuck in place. The effort however wasn’t wasted. Totty’s own body muffled the sound of the chair starting to splinter on the sides, and each push got it closer to giving way.

“N-no I’m fine,” she spoke, and gave one last solid heave before the armrests broke off and fell to the floor.

Totty’s eyes first glanced to the mare, who was staring in disbelief, and then to the stallion who was still holding his hand out.

“W-Well I told the head office the chairs were a little small for most mares. That’s what happens when you have pegasi in charge,” he commented, and glanced back at the mare for a moment. “Don’t worry about it, Totty, better it happen now than to some unfortunate customer.”

Totty found herself astonished and embarrassed, shamed and confused, all at once. She was speechless even as the stallion stepped forward and took her hands, lifting Totty out of her seating position. “Now, let’s try this again on a better note. I’m Trotsky, the human resources manager.”

Trotsky shook Totty’s hand, and she held it weakly. “I-I’m Totty, and I’d like to be your new secretary.”

“That’s the ticket,” Trotsky replied, and released her hand before he pivoted around. “Feather, put some tea on. I’ll be in my office,” he directed, and turned to lead Totty down into the building.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got better chairs for the employees,” he teased, and winked at the embarrassed mare.

Trotsky was true to his word, and moments later Totty was sitting in a far more sturdy and comfortable desk chair in his office. Once she had settled in and Trotsky had collected a small stack of papers for himself, he leaned back in his own chair and began the interview proper.

It went about as one can imagine, with Totty being questioned on her past work experience and her schooling. Her GPA for her education diploma was quite impressive, and Trotsky clearly thought so as things went on. Totty even grew confident, speaking more openly and detailing her skills. One of said skills Trotsky took an interest in, and leaned forward to speak while he spun a pen in his fingers.

“Really? Mental math? Prove it,” Trotsky spoke, his direction more curious than demanding.

Totty considered, and explained an abstract problem involving a sphere of around a half-meter diameter, and the exact number of smaller objects that could fit inside. Trotsky nodded along, before something clicked in his brain.

Trotsky squinted at her. “Hey wait a second, isn’t that about the size of a hotdog? This whole equation relates to the volume of your stomach doesn't it?” he questioned, idly spinning a pen in one hand as he did. “Kind of impressive honestly, but why use that example?”

Totty halted, and sunk a little into her seat. “I… I guess I’m hungry is all.”

The point was proven when her gut rumbled deeply, a loud rumbling noise that left both of them glancing at Totty’s middle. Trotsky snorted, and giggled slightly. “You certainly are, but that about gives me everything I need to know. We’ll call you back within the week.”

Totty nodded, and accepted the offered business card before she rose from her chair and eagerly darted out of the door. As much as she wanted to be polite, she was damned hungry, and the mare had lost control of that hunger a long time ago.

It was just her luck then that on her way out she lost her way, and turned into what appeared to be the employee break room. There was, of course, a fridge. More than that, however, there was the remains of what looked to be a birthday cake. Half of it was still there, and it was clearly recent from the looks of it.

Totty’s mouth watered, and the bare level of self control she had broke entirely within moments. She sped to the table with a haste unexpected for a mare of her size, and immediately started fisting the cake into her face. Handful after handful, cramming it into herself as fast as she could. She barely gave herself time to swallow before she crammed more cake into her maw, and her throat undulated like a machine as it pulled down sugary cake into her demanding stomach.

The sliver of skin visible where Totty's blouse and skirt met slowly expanded, and the orange fur of her belly bloated forward as the mares capacity proved to her detriment. She couldn’t stop, and she was well aware of this as she tried repeatedly to pull away, only for a pang of hunger to send her right back at it.

It was only when the cake was gone, an entire half of a birthday cake, that Totty finally stopped. She huffed and puffed with her icing coated hands on the table and her stomach bulging out a good half-foot from where it was before. Finally she returned to realize, and started to realize what exactly she had been doing for the last five minutes.

The immediate feeling that washed over her was regret. Ten pounds of cake was a lot, even for her, and the sheer amount of sugar gave even her capable gut pause. Blearily, not even aware of how much icing was covering her face and dress, Totty groaned and stepped towards the door. Thankfully the exit was easier to find this time, but before she could get there Trotsky stepped out of his office, and looked at her like a deer caught in headlights.

With each slow and wheezing step Totty's swollen gut slorshed slightly, the muffled sound of the ball of sugar inside her moving around inside sounding out of her. With her gut in overdrive, her capacious stomach cavity had become saturated with acids to break down all that sugar, and each step shifted it all around audibly.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, surprised enough to lose his calm demeanor. “Totty?" Celestia above, are you alright- do you need a doctor?"

Trotsky’s question came with him staring at Totty, and the bleary eyed mare just wobbled past him. “I’m… fine, just…” she hiccupped, and belched loudly into the lobby. “Kinda full…”

The stallion just nodded, and watched Totty go. There wasn’t much he could think of to say, although that Pegasus from earlier, watching from behind the lobby desk, certainly did.

“Celestia above- what the hell did you even do to yourself?” she commented, as she watched Totty wobble to the door. “Really can’t help yourself can you? Honey you need a diet and some self control. You look like a sugar-coated pig and I don’t mean that in a good way.”

Totty halted her huffing waddle towards the door and turned herself. The movement took time and effort, thanks to the dozen pounds of cake weighing her down, and the glare she laid upon the Pegasus deflated within moments to a shameful and meek expression. Totty looked down at her sugar-coated front end, and then back to her ‘audience’.

The gentle gurgling of her enourmous gut filled the silence, and said more than anybody else could. Mares weren't supposed to eat themselves audibly full, and Totty was well aware of how far she'd gone past what was normal.

“Honey don’t look at me like that- it’s your own damn fault. No wonder you got so big, you’re out of control” the Pegasus sneered, and leaned forward from her position.

Totty didn’t stay to listen to whatever else she had to offer, and made a surprisingly fast sprint to the car. Despite the ball of cake inside her weighing her down, and despite her swollen gut shifting back and forth with each step, she somehow forced herself to move with a pace unbecoming of someone of her size. Her chest burned by the time she reached the door and pulled it open, and Totty saw stars in her eyes just before she slapped her ass into the drivers seat.

Once her fat ass was in the seat she quickly closed the door and, safe and secure for the first time in far too long, her emotions bubbled to the surface. Waves of shame overcame her and for a time she sat there in silence, only her own sobs of shamed self-disgust filling the air. The sound of overwhelmed digestion mixed with the sounds of gentle sobbing, an odd cacophony of organic noises.

The only thing that kept Totty from sitting there for the whole night was how sore her gut was, and she knew the best antidote for that was to sleep it off at home. Eventually she worked up the nerve to get the car in gear, and set off towards home as night fell over Las Pegasus

The direct route was fairly quick, and Emmy’s borrowed car pulled up to the house less than fifteen minutes later. Totty moved to open the door, but when her sugar-coated fingers came to the handle she realized how much she was broadcasting her adventure tonight. She couldn’t let Emmy know, she’d be disappointed. The mare glanced around for a solution, and her eyes laid upon the items in the back seat.

Emmy kept up plenty of side jobs, exotic dancing appeared to be her favourite but from the looks of things she’d also picked up work at a casino or two. A single item of spare clothing laid in the back, probably tossed back there by Emmy and forgotten about- but if she kept spares on the road…

Totty left the car and decided to check the trunk. To her delight, as she had thought, there were a few items. First she brushed most of the sugar and icing off herself, which still left too much to risk going in without something covering her. With that accomplished Totty selected a jacket and threw it over herself. It was a flirty number, and didn't fit her at all well, but it'd do.

Stylistically it clashed, but Totty figured it was better than walking in looking like she had fallen into a wedding cake. Which, Totty mused internally, wasn’t far from the actual truth.

With her limited view of her own heavy body, thanks to her extra-large breasts, Totty was woefully unaware that at least three inches of her swollen orange belly pushed out under her blouse. The jacket did absolutely nothing to hide that, as it bloated out under that as well. Neither did it hide the gentle muffled glorshing that ten pounds of cake being broken down by a gallon of stomach juices made as she moved.

Regardless of all this, it covered up the sugar stains, and that is how Totty came home. Emmy was in high spirits as soon as Totty had entered the door, and met her with a great big powerful hug. “Totty! There’s my future teacher of the year! I bet they hired you on the spot,” she greeted, and her gleeful voice soothed Totty’s worries in a way only she could.

It was like, in that embrace, Totty’s obesity didn’t exist. Or even if it did, that it didn’t matter. As if every worry and every shame dissolved, and Totty wrapped her arms around her friend, holding her against her tightly.

Tighter than normal, something Emmy picked up on quickly. She leaned back and looked over Totty, and soon realized that she was wearing her jacket. The one she used for the specific purpose of teasing when she was dancing, wearing nothing under it and able to flash her tits with.

That jacket.

Emmy blushed and coughed, “Totty… where’d you get that and why are you wearing it?” she questioned, and gently pushed the mare back with her strong arms.

“Is something wrong and… have you been crying?” Emmy quickly added. Totty couldn’t hide much from her, as much as she could try.

Totty wasn’t good at lying either, but certainly tried her best. “I-I just got heckled on the way home. You know I can’t handle it when people make fun of me…”

Emmy still got the sense Totty wasn’t revealing the full truth, but let it go for now. Besides, she had the perfect way to cheer her friend up, and gently squeezed her hand within her strong scaled fingers.

“Take me along next time and I’ll put the fear of Luna into em. I love threatening to eat people… sometimes they even believe me,” Emmy spoke, and before Totty knew it she was being led by the hand into the kitchen.

While the feeling of her engorged gut was apparent to her- like having a balloon inflated in her middle- Emmy remained unaware. The sounds of her own footsteps were enough to cover up Totty's water-cooler sized stomach cavity, just barely, as well.

So it was that Totty was led into the kitchen, and gawked from the door while Emmy continued in towards the table. In a masterstroke of ironic fate, Emmy had apparently been well at work baking a cake.

On the table stood an extra large cake shaped like a small schoolhouse, with a comedically shapely orange mare out front. Exaggerated as it may be, looking at herself as a busty schoolteacher instead of a fat unemployed mare left a blush on her smiling face.

“Emmy… you didn’t have to make this for me- a-and is that… Emmy is that me? My tits aren’t that big…” Totty commented.

Totty knew she was full- even to the point she felt full- but to look upon that masterpiece she almost didn’t feel full at all. Two opposing forces battled inside her,and her stomach itself was the battleground. On the one hand, she was already full of enough sugar to almost be dangerous. On the other, she was staring at the most beautiful work of food-art she’d ever seen, presented to her by her best friend, and it was so enticing.

What broke the deadlock was a sore rumble from her gut, a lurching gurgle that gently sounded through the kitchen, and which Emmy picked up on. “I knew you’d be hungry, so I figured… why not give you a treat? Fifteen pounds of cake mix and seven pounds of frosting, Honey, l I don’t think even you can get this down in one sitting.”

Totty swallowed and approached, her slow steps perhaps evidence she shouldn’t do what she knew she was about to do. Emmy watched, smiling as she delivered to her friend the result of three hours of hard work.

The fattened orange mare sat herself down, and Emmy quickly removed and hid her coat before the fireworks started. Soon enough Totty got going, and new ones masked the sugar stains on her outfit.

One would not think that a mare as full as Totty already was could eat as fast as she did, but she proved that she was a unique force to be reckoned with when she started stuffing handfuls of cake into herself. First went the small figure of herself, admired for a few moments before cramming it into her maw, and then she went to work on the schoolhouse.

While it wasn’t normally something she’d think about, Totty briefly fantasized if she was some sort of enormous creature, maybe a dragon, eating a literal schoolhouse. Thinking about that she wondered if ancient dragons even got fat. Emmy did, but she was half pony. Maybe they were able to eat whatever they wanted and never worry. Stuffing themselves with whole cows…

And so the mares mind wandered, fantasizing about this and that, and her mind and body separated. Mouthful after mouthful of cake distended her throat with every heavy swallow, and her stomach slowly inched outwards as it stretched the thick fat coating of her middle. Totty’s rack was pushed up by her bodies bloating, and the non-stop stream of sugar on her tongue left her in a blissful state.

It was only when she swallowed and nothing went down, for the first time, did Totty realize her arms had given out. Puffing loudly and finding herself oddly short of breath she finally realized just how bloated she was. Her fat gut was actually flowing over the table somewhat, as well as under it, and squeezing her lungs slightly as well. Yet there was still more cake, and the immobilized mare reached out for it. Her reach, however, was limited by her own body.

So Totty's glance turned to Emmy, and she looked at her pleadingly. Emmy in turn tilted a brow, “I dunno Totty, I didn’t think even you could get this all down in one sitting- are you sure you shouldn’t just take a break?” she questioned, concerned for her over-filled friend. Inwardly she wondered just how she could eat that much and still want more. Totty was even a little green in the face, and her gut clearly sounded sick.

Totty glanced between her, and the cake, and her mind wandered to earlier. When she was eating, she wasn’t thinking. If she wasn’t thinking, she couldn’t feel ashamed of herself. Ergo, she had to keep eating.

So Totty took a deep breath, “Mfff, I can do it- I just can’t reach…”

It became Emmy’s turn to blush, as she couldn’t help but feel a sense of subtle eroticism. Totty was so vastly overfull that her gut was reddened and making some interesting organic bubbling noises, and yet she was still desperate for more. The mare was so vulnerable there, with her fat gut on display, and yet she pleaded to her friend for even more. It was all in Emmy's hands, and watching Totty bloat had been an enjoyable experience.

It didn’t take long for Emmy to relent, and she stepped over to her friend. One hand moved to her enormous gut and began to rub, and the other started to feed her. Totty squirmed in place, moaning almost sexually as she was fed, and once again her mind left to that safe space.

Like a food powered void of good feelings, Totty allowed herself to passively consume everything Emmy pushed into her mouth. Even when her gut started to make increasingly strained groans and the bubbling of digestion was replaced by the sore gurgles of a food-saturated digestive system. Even when the red colour of Totty’s strained belly covered it entirely, and even when the gurgles themselves quieted as her gut could do little more than stretch around this massive load of calories.

When the schoolhouse was gone, and the plate it was on was left barren of even the smallest crumb, Emmy put both her hands to Totty’s gut and massaged it. She kneaded and groped at the soft fat stretched around Totty’s bloated gut, and to her delight Emmy could actually feel the incredibly bloated organ underneath.

The dragony lost herself to the exploration of Totty’s enormous belly, and didn’t even realize that Totty had passed out until a full hour had passed since her arrival home. Emmy blushed profusely once she realized how much she had lost herself, and stepped away so she could put her strength to use. She hauled Totty out of her chair like a fireman might due to a particularly heavy mare, and grunted from the sheer weight of her. The mare was heavy usually, but at this point her body was 20% cake and that added a significant increase of weight. Getting her up the stairs to her room took every ounce of strength Emmy had, and the bed groaned under the mares massive weight.

With the covers soon pulled over Totty Emmy briefly considered how cute she looked like that. She also felt a slight sense of shame that she had let Totty go that far. The sounds of pained digestion were obvious and rumbled out of her constantly, Totty was going to be heavier tomorrow, that was for sure.

Emmy simply decided she’d have to work harder to help, there was being happy with yourself- and then there was gorging on forty pounds of cake in one sitting. Totty needed to find a balance, and Emmy would see her friend through it. In fact, she knew of a good casino job that would help with matters. Getting out in public would be good for her self image, after all...

Author's Note

Editing for this chapter was in large part provided by Tankris, who you can find on Tumblr (and I can't link here due to Fimfiction rules.)