Totty awoke as she usually did; with a slight feeling of regret and a few new pounds of heavy adipose weighing her frame down. She’d always been a heavy girl, but recently things were starting to get to the point where it was interfering with her life. The most overt example was the difficulty she was starting to have simply getting out of bed.

In college, it had required some grunting, a few moments of wiggling back and forth, and reaching out as if Totty was trying to grab at the air. Now however not even that worked. She had to roll to her side, slip her feet off the bed, and then shift herself until her belly slid off the side. Only then, using that as a pivot point, could she get herself standing. Her feet went out, then went her belly, and then once that flopped out the rest of her body followed. Outwards and upwards, and soon the nude mare stood there while the blanket slipped to her feet.

Only a few weeks ago she had slept in a small pink top and sweat pants to keep herself decent, but with her weight gain those had been relegated to the closet, and hadn't been worn in weeks.

Totty yawned, and the tire around her neck squished outwards slightly as she did so. Every subtle action she made reinforced her obesity, and even yawning seemed to showcase it. Especially given she rounded out that deep yawn with a rumbling belch that smelled faintly of cake.

The reminder of her embarrassing last night came just as her phone began to ring and vibrate, and Totty turned to look to it. At first her hand shot out but then she paused, remembering specifically what had happened.

The hand drew back, and after four rings the phone went silent. Totty convinced herself that they couldn’t possibly have anything good to say, and deleted the number before going to shower.

Once in the shower Totty noted a new development that came from her size. Her chest had swollen considerably with fat, but this had also driven her body to dispose of calories through production. That is the mare had grown milkier, almost to pregnant levels at this point, and she noticed a slight leak from herself as well as a firmness to her bust. Leery of leaking in public, Totty experimentally put her fingers to her nipples to release the pressure.

With a gasping moan Totty almost gushed milk, and spent quite some time in the shower that morning. A ritual that she repeated every day from then on, and she almost felt a subtle feminine pride at how well her girls produced.

The next week passed without anything in the way of major events. Totty continued to make a show of applying for jobs, but her days were mostly spent with her milling around town and exploring it from the comfort of Emmy’s borrowed car. Her weight continued it’s inexorable march upwards, and Emmy’s concern grew.

Totty, after all, had always been a heavy girl. This wasn’t much of a secret, and Emmy had always known her as hovering between overweight and morbidly obese- generally right in the middle. Now, however, she was approaching the far end of that scale. Movement was clearly becoming harder for her, she developed more of a wheeze, and her health seemed to be taking a slide.

Movement became more difficult, and with this came increased levels of laziness. Totty's feet got sore with too much walking, and her knees ached awfully by the end of a long day. Carrying as much adipose as she did put substantial stress on her, and the oversized gut she was carrying around combined with her poor diet resulted in nearly constant heartburn. Quite a few bottles of antacid went through the house.

The breaking point came when Emmy stepped out of the house after Totty had returned home after another day of ‘job hunting’ only to find the mare stuck in the car door. While she had gotten in easy enough earlier, Celestia only knew how much fast food inside her now had made getting out impossible.

The sounds her body was making; deep slurshing noises from her swollen fat-coated gut sloshing around, were almost disturbing. The whimpering wheezes from the poor mare slapping her fat arms to her obese body and trying in vain to somehow squeeze herself out just made it seem even worse. Totty was only able to get back on her feet when Emmy came to her, putting her strength to use and hauling her out. Left huffing and puffing, Totty tried to shrink into herself while Emmy looked down at her.

“We need to talk,” is all the dragon said, and led Totty inside by the hand.

With force, but not any rough movements, Emmy soon had Totty sitting in the living room couch. Behind her a few people glanced at her car as they walked past, curious as to why such an expensive vehicle was left open. Emmy paid no mind to it, more worried about her friend than her vehicle.

Totty sat there, and had her hands in her lap. The heavy mare that had entered that interview a week ago was easily a quarter larger- half again if you counted her gut. The tire around her neck billowed out past her chin slightly, and her breasts poured over her bra. Even wearing a large regular shirt like she was now, Totty showed more cleavage than most women could if they wanted to.

Emmy put a hand to her hip, and started to speak. “Totty, honey, I know you’ve always been a big girl- but this is starting to get out of hand. Look at you, how much did you even eat this afternoon?”

Totty opened her mouth, and squirmed in her seat as a painful cramp seized her. Her response became a rumbling belch, and her neck swelled slightly before she swallowed it back down in an attempt to seem less pathetic.

“I-I don’t know…” she returned, and glanced to the sides awkwardly. “A lot, I guess…”

Emmy sighed, “Totty, you need to slow down. You must have put on like… fifteen pounds since you got here,” she spoke, obviously understating the matter, “and if you keep this up you’re going to be stuck in bed. I love ya Totty, but I’m not going to be host to a bed-bound blob.”

The words, even truthful and delivered by Totty’s closest friend, had a certain sting to them. The image of herself as so obese she couldn’t even get out of bed filled her mind, and one part of her found it somehow erotic. To be that large, so massive that all she could do was eat, and grow. Perhaps she’d be the fattest mare alive.

The rest of her, of course, was split between terror and shame. Totty had paid attention to her weight. Emmy was aiming low, she had actually gained fifty-five pounds since her arrival and had crossed the bounds of 300 pounds for only the second time of her life. The first time had happened over the winter and took four months- this had happened in two weeks.

So the mare was well aware of how bad things were going, and looked to Emmy with a slight tear in her eyes. “I just can’t help myself…”

Emmy sighed, and spun herself around so she could sit beside and hug Totty, “I know you can’t, but you’re going to have to learn how. I’m gonna start making more salads too, we’ve got to get this…”

Emmy reached out and slapped Totty’s gut, “Under control.”

The swollen brown orb continued sloshing and wobbling for almost a full minute after Emmy slapped it, bubbling and gurgling while Totty repeatedly released deep rumbling belches. It was almost as if an ocean tempest had been disturbed, and it was some time before it calmed back down.

Emmy held her friend for a few minutes, and felt her pass out into yet another in a series of food comas. With a sigh she shuffled herself off and let Totty sleep it off, and parked her car properly before heading back inside.

The rest of the day passed in awkward silence between the two, and Totty did her best to limit her intake at dinner. However, despite her best efforts, she simply ended up sneaking out for more afterwards. The days continued like this for the most part, and while Totty’s weight gain slowed temporarily, it didn’t halt.

Pound after pound stacked across her frame as Totty indulged herself in shameful secret meals. Emmy’s best efforts to limit her turned out in vain; as Totty would simply eat a salad if presented with one, and then eat a pound of hidden chocolate a few minutes later too. The long upwards climb of her weight continued, and the third week of her stay at Emmy’s house ended without any interviews.

That Friday evening, at the dinner table, Emmy presented her next attempt. Emmy waited carefully for Totty to finish her dinner, which was unusually heavy compared to the last few days, to deliver her proposal.

“Totty,” she spoke, and looked across the table at the avalanche of obese cleavage across her, “There’s an opening for a dealer at the casino I work for some weekends, you’re going to start tomorrow morning.”

Totty was surprised, and it was obvious in her expression, but surprise had been the key to success. She’d avoided or denied all of Emmy’s other suggestions for side jobs, but this time she wasn’t getting away.

“B-But Emmy, I don’t have anything that fits…” she tried, and glanced around as if looking for an escape. “A-and I have to go out looking for jobs, and..”

Emmy leaned forward, and for the first time in quite a long time fixed her friend with the terrifying glare of a dragon. Her eyes narrowed, her mouth turned to a toothy scowl, and her voice lowered a few octaves.

“I bought you an outfit this morning. You will come with me tomorrow morning, Totty. You’re not getting out of it this time…” she spoke, and her scowl lessened when she sat back and crossed her arms.

“Why do you think I fed you so much? You’re going to pass out in…. oh, five minutes? Your uniform will be on the door when you wake up," Emmy returned, and giggled before crossing her arms and grinning widely now that her trap was in the open.

Totty moved to argue the point, but Emmy’s judgement proved true enough when she passed out at the chair. The deep groaning of her digestion, left Emmy wondering if this was a good idea. With increased weight had come increased capacity, and if she wasn’t careful Totty was going to get stuck into an even worse spiral, and one it would be hard to break.

It took more effort than before for the dragony to haul the nearly quarter-ton of mare up to her room, and each step was a movement of huffing labour. For a brief time she knew what it was like to be Totty. So heavy that it slowed her movements, made stairs next to impossible, and made basic tasks a workout. The food-swollen form of her friend sloshed and groaned before her, and for a few moments Emmy imagined what if that was her belly making those noises. What was it even like to be full of that much food, she pondered.

Emmy wasn’t altogether sure why the idea was so enticing, and tried to bury it in the back of her mind before she herself went to bed.

When the morning came Totty awoke to the sound of her alarm, and repeated the same awkward motion she needed to get herself out of bed. Her stomach made a gentle liquid sound, muffled by her fat, as that oversized cavity inside her shifted what was inside. Her body adapted to more food by producing more acid, and by this point she had the gut capacity of a small hippo.

The mare could almost feel it, like this great internal cave that begged to be filled.

That was ignored for now, however, as the gentle morning sun through the window and the outfit on the door got her attention. Totty hadn’t gotten up this early in weeks, and her mind remembered back to last night- she apparently had a job.

Totty stepped up to the door, and removed the coathanger. Black pants, an orange blazer, and a white undershirt. Surprisingly they all seemed in her size, but she soon stumbled across an embarrassing truth- these weren’t pony clothes. These were dragon clothes, as marked by the tags, in extra large.

The idea that she had gotten so fat she was beyond pony clothing and into clothing meant for a fat dragon was an embarrassing one, but it left her giggling as well as the mental image of her with Emmy’s scales crossed her mind.

Maybe, Totty thought, this wouldn’t be so bad after all. At least she got some new clothes out of the deal, and it all fit her. Even the new black bra, and she could almost feel Emmy’s jealousy that she was the only girl in the house that needed an H cup. Even if she couldn't get the two lowest buttons down over her enormous belly, at least she had it going in the chest department as a benefit of her size.

Getting ready that morning Totty gave some attention to her usual eyeshadow, and spent more time than usual emptying her capacious mamaries in the shower. She could afford no embarrassments today, not for Emmy's sake.

Emmy was in high spirits that morning when Totty entered the kitchen, humming to herself and wearing a rather enticing black dress. It clung to her curves tightly, to the point of making her navel stand out, and highlighted her feminine build. The leggings exposed the luscious curves of her hips to the world, putting her fertile frame on display for all to admire.

When Emmy noticed Totty she turned around and smiled, soon sliding a dish of breakfast to her. Toast, seven slices, well buttered.

“Goood morning, Dealer Totty, enjoy breakfast and no you don’t get any more- we’re going to be late if we don’t leave in twenty minutes,” Emmy greeted.

Totty didn’t need to be told twice, and soon planted her ass into two chairs. “What are you doing today, Emmy?”

Emmy looked at Totty with a wide smile, “I make sure the guests with cash to burn… do. Bring them free drinks, shove my tits in their face so they aren’t paying attention, taunt their egos so they make stupid bets. Men are easy, honey, and I get good money to have fun.”

Totty looked to her questioningly, but wasn’t given a chance to press further. A hungry growl from her demanding gut exerted its control over her. In a whirlwind of gorging breakfast found it’s way inside her, and the five minutes of paradise were interrupted by Emmy’s hand slapping to Totty’s slightly firmer gut.

“That’s enough, it’s time to get going," She spoke, her voice one of command not just a simple suggestion from a friend.

Totty nodded, squishing the tire around her neck as she did, and followed her friend out the door. Emmy was well aware of, and somewhat worried by, the fact that this alone left Totty wheezing. She also noticed that as soon as Totty was in the car she had her shoes off and was rubbing her feet. The insinuation was obvious enough she didn’t ask- Totty was getting too heavy for walking to be comfortable.

Thankfully the dealers were provided seats on request, and Emmy made a mental note to make the request for Totty herself.

On the way Emmy stuffed Totty’s mind with details for how her shift would work, and Totty digested it all easy enough. It all seemed simple enough: do as she was told by her assigned handler for the day, make sure the patrons have a good time, and never pass up a chance to make the house some money.

They arrived at the casino a dozen minutes later. Close to one end of the strip it seemed to represent the midpoint between the trashier outlying casinos and the more swanky ones deeper on the strip. Totty figured she was lucky enough, without any experience starting here was quite an opportunity.

The mare had started to thank Emmy before a green hand moved to her lap, and gave her a squeeze, “Don’t worry about a thing, honey. You just go in there, head to the front desk, and tell them you’re Emmy’s friend.”

Totty took a breath, and nodded before she swung open the door. Emmy was blessed by quite a view of the mares huge rear end when she moved out of the car, and at her size that took quite some time and effort. The way it wobbled and stretched her skirt was mesmerizingly attractive, and Emmy was left flush in the face.

As much as Emmy worried about her, she’d be lying if she said Totty didn’t carry all that adipose well. She even felt some amount of jealousy. Try as she might, her metabolism prevented her from shifting her weight in either direction too far.

Totty, meanwhile, seemed to only be able to move it upwards.

The mare herself walked to the casino at a slow enough pace, and when Totty came inside felt an odd soothing sensation from her feet. The carpet was thick enough that it was more comfortable compared to the concrete outside, and she was reminded of the fact she had gotten heavy enough that was an issue she had to contend with. A wave of shame and worry came over her, but she did her best to put it beside herself.

The lobby itself was rather expansive. The casino had a hotel, as they tended to, and the lobby was widely spaced with a thick red carpet. Check in was directly ahead to the left, and casino service to the right. Naturally that’s where Totty headed, and she had the eyes of the clerk before she had even passed the half way mark. The clerk herself was a slender and busty unicorn, and sat up straight once she noticed Totty.

“Hey- Totty, right? Emmy said you’d be a big girl… she wasn’t kidding,” the clerk spoke, her voice breathy and feminine even as she greeted Totty casually. “What’s your shoe size?” She soon asked, and leaned over slightly to examine Totty closer.

Totty was unprepared for that question, and arrived at the counter with a questioning look on her. “It’s uh…. Eight?” she answered.

The clerk leaned down, squishing her breasts into the counter while her hands moved under the counter. Her eyes maintained on Totty all the while, either unaware or uncaring of how much she was showing off the goods.

“You’re going to be doing a lot of walking today, Totty, and at your size… it’s a liability thing. We’re not going to pay for you to get a joint replacement due to your weight.”

The blunt assessment of Totty’s health left her reeling emotionally, but before she could dwell on it too much two shining red heels clacked up on the desk. They weren’t bad looking, and looked almost new. Perhaps this was because she was the first member of staff to require them.

“They’re padded, and reinforced. Should feel good, give them a try.”

Totty hesitated, but pulled over the heels and stepped away, flopping herself down into a couch before removing her dress shoes and applying those heels. Her first steps were wobbly, but Totty quickly remembered how to walk in heels and returned to the counter. They did feel a good deal better than he shoes, but the embarrassment of needing special footwear for her weight lingered.

The next thing she was presented was a sign in sheet, which the clerk slid towards her alongside a pen. “You’re gonna be with Pewna today, she’s… something special. Just make sure you tell her your boundaries. She’s… flirty, sometimes handsy. One of the best showgirls we’ve ever had though," she explained.

Totty pondered on the implications for a moment, but signed herself in regardless and decided to throw the die of fate. If Emmy thought this was a good idea, then it must be.

Almost as soon as she had finished writing her name and put the pen down, she felt two hands on her sides groping her love handles. A loud squeak sounded from the mare and she stiffened up, only relaxing when she felt breasts against her back and made the connection in her mind.

“H-Hey! Those are sensitive…” Totty breathed, and huffed for breath once the shock wore off.

“I know they are…” Pewna whispered into her ear, “Big girls have their own buttons, and I know every bodies,” she added, and released her hands and stepped back from Totty.

“And you are quite the big mare, aren’t you? I’m impressed, there’s a casino in town…” Pewna started, trailing off before putting one hand to a curvy hip and grinning at Totty.

The midnight-coated mare was ravishingly beautiful. Her curves seemed to be mathematically designed to send a breeding signal to anyone that looked at her, and the way she carried herself oozed sexuality with every movement. If sex was personified, it was standing infront of Totty and wearing a red dress.

Totty turned to her and managed her best attempt at a glare, but it wasn’t quite as threatening as she hoped it was as the well-endowed mare simply blew her hair out of her eye and smirked.

“Mmm, not one for teasing? Fine then, if you want to be all business, follow me and I’ll set you up at a table,” Pewna spoke, and leaned forward slightly, nose to nose with Totty, “You’re blushing, big girl, I think you like it more than you think.”

Totty crossed her arms, and tried to hide that she honestly did, to some degree. The way this mare spoke to her was incredibly seductive, and somehow seemed to bulldoze over her poor self image of her weight.

“Just… just get me set up uh, Pewna- right?” Totty pleaded, and glanced around to see if anyone had seen that.

Thankfully nobody had, and Pewna soon pivoted to lead Totty into the casino itself. “Fine by me, and Emmy said you’d need a seat- so here.”

Pewna tossed back a small Frisbee shaped object, and Totty awkwardly caught it against her chest. Looking over it as they entered into the casino it looked to be some sort of magically attuned butt-shaped cushion, and Totty’s horn tingled slightly when she held it.

As a unicorn, Totty quickly felt the magical connection between the two and realized the purpose. Why she hadn’t thought of something like this herself, who knew, but it meant she’d have a portable seat for use whenever she felt like- and that certainly would help with the day.

Pewna led Totty up to the tables, most of which were empty at this early in the morning, and stepped behind one herself. “Sit, play me. I want to see how good you are,” she directed, and Totty took a single glance at the seats before deciding to use her little floating cushion instead.

“Fine… and did Emmy put you up to all this? What did she tell you about me…” Totty questioned, and her hone shone before she flopped down into her hovering seat.

The glow in her horn intensified for a few moments, and it seemed Totty was almost destined to sit on the floor before her seat stabilized, and Pewna started flipping out cards. “She told me you’re big, have some self-esteem issues, and can’t find a job.”

Totty glowered, such a blunt assessment of her life wasn’t quite welcome, but Pewna wasn’t lying either.

Pewna shrugged, “Emmy wasn’t as blunt about it, but that’s the truth. I think you just need to stop acting like you’ve got something to prove.”

“Something to prove?” Totty questioned, even as she glanced at her cards and memorized the possibilities.

“Yeah, like you’ve got to prove you’re ‘good enough’. Like, you’re heavy and you have to somehow prove you’re worth something despite that. Totty, you’re worth something heavy or not- just like everyone else,” Pewna returned.

The well-meaning words went over Totty’s head, as she was soon too focused on her cards. The first hand ended with Totty somehow bluffing with only 16, winning over Pewna breaking at 22. Pewna, surprised, tried to up her game but found it incredibly difficult. Totty’s poker face was astonishingly skilled, as if she somehow retreated right into her mind.

After losing five hands in a row to Totty, even after Pewna tried to cheat, she tossed the deck on the table and sighed deep and long. “Damn, Totty, Emmy was right about you. I’m not the best at cards but I’m not bad, and you outplayed me like a pro.”

Totty beamed back, the successive victories had proved a boost to her ego. Alongside this patrons had begun to file into the casino, and Pewna moved out from behind the table.

“You’re all set then, I’d say. If you need anything I’ll be around, Emmy’s upstairs entertaining VIPs, and there’s plenty of servers around. Washroom is behind customer service, and if you see anyone cheating just remember their face and tell security later- calling them out doesn’t tend to end well for anybody.”

Pewna slapped a hand to Totty’s butt, leaving the mare squeeking loudly and blushing again, “And the buffet is free for staff, just try not to clear it out, big girl.”

The big girl was left flush in the face and squirming in her seat. Pewna had a way of sexualizing everything, and Totty was left feeling the effects of that even as she had to begin work. At least she had that to focus on, and she watched as the other tables filled up and patrons poured in. Saturday was always a popular day around here, as one might expect for a casino.

The first man to arrive at her table had a drink in hand, and that seemed to be a pattern as the next two did as well. Alcohol seemed to somehow appear in the hands of anyone that looked like they had money to spend, all thanks to the work of the skilled staff. The policy of this casino was simple- patrons were expected to be “well watered”.

Eager enough to get started once Totty had a patron, she quickly shuffled the cards between her fattened hands. Her dexterity was surprising, and the stallion across from her took note of it.

“Pretty quick with those sausage fingers,” he commented, and tanked the rest of his drink before setting it down and rolling up his sleeves. Like magic, the drink was refilled almost immediately by a passing waitress.

Totty took it as a compliment, used to seeing her fingers as sausages enough it wasn’t really an insult, and dealt the cards. Her skill at this was quickly apparent as she was given the stallions life story, and bilked him out of enough bits to cover her days pay over the next ten minutes. It felt good to be good at something, and Totty’s confidence gained slowly over time.

Unaware of her own size she leaned over the table to present her hand, letting her breasts splay out and against the table. The stallion stared, his gaze loosened by booze, and gazed upon a canyon of cleavage that would put a showgirl to shame. He didn’t even really care that Totty had beat him, again, and let her reach out to take his chips. They were added to Totty’s growing horde of chips.

The alcohol soaked stallion didn’t even complain when he went bust, and stumbled away from the table with Celestia knew which drink of the day, mumbling about something she couldn’t determine.

Moments later Totty felt a hand on her shoulder, and shifted her weighty body to look upon the smiling face of a beautiful pegasus. Her crimson mane flowed from her in a way that almost seemed too perfect to be natural, and her lithe body could easily fit inside Totty nearly six times over. Her smile was charming and inviting, and she soon started collecting Totty’s winnings into a small metal tin.

“Totty, right? I’m impressed… usually I don’t have to come around and collect chips for another half hour.” She spoke.

The mares voice was as feminine and beautiful as the rest of her seemed, and almost seemed to soothe Totty’s soul. Motherly is how she should have described it, and she responded to that compliment with an awkward giggle, and looked to her nametag. Morning Lance, server.

“I’m just… good at keeping track of cards, I guess…” Totty returned.

The mare giggled in return and gave Totty’s back a pat, “Yeah, and you’re pretty good at distracting stallions, some girls would kill for cleavage like you’ve got.”

That comment left Totty blushing like a tomato, and it was in that moment that her stomach decided to growl. Gentle and low, signalling she wasn’t quite at the crisis point yet, but it was coming.

“Guess you’ve gotta have an appetite to keep up a figure like that huh? I’ll let you get back to work- take a break whenever you want. With winnings like these you’re already ahead of the game,” Morning spoke, and pivoted elegantly on her heel to speed herself away to the cashier.

Totty turned back to her work, and was soon met with a trio of players. One mare, two stallions, and as before they were all seemingly trying to drown themselves in booze- or the casino was. This proved harder for Totty, but she managed a solid ratio of a three to one winning ratio. Certainly not bad, and her pile of chips grew in size as the minutes went by.

To Totty’s minor surprise the mare spoke up first, an annoyed look on her face as she accepted her most recent loss. “Damnit, I never thought I’d get beaten by a dairy cow- what size cups are those anyway? Zed? Goddamn woman, cut back on the bovine growth hormone. I'm sure that's not good for your heart, tubby."

The insults were over the top enough that Totty, riding a wave of confidence, pulled her chips over and shrugged, “I’d rather be a cow than a loser,” she returned, and surprised herself with how quickly she had delivered that quip.

While it went over well enough and the mare just rolled her eyes and quit the table, leaving the two stallions laughing; Totty was left with a blush on her face and seemed to shrink into herself. Was she really that bad that she was starting to accept how fat she was? This question floated into her mind, but was soon pushed back by work.

With her focus on work, Totty managed a full hour before she realized she’d been going on stop, and a much deeper growl emanated from her fat-bloated middle. Muffled by fat as it was, it was still loud enough that her current players noticed, and caused her to lose her first hand that round.

One of them noticed, and slapped the man beside him on the back, “Hey, check this out. She plays worse when she gets hungry,” he spoke, and looked right at Totty as he continued. “I bet your fat-ass would love to be parked at the buffet, jamming some juicy steak into your face, right? Maybe a few donuts…”

Totty’s gut growled and she squirmed in her seat, desperate to somehow get her mind off that but obviously her current company wasn’t helping.

“I bet a fat slob like you could do a whole cake. Would you like that, Totty, a whole damn cake just for you?”

Totty broke easily, and just threw down the deck of cards, “Fine! You win, uh… this table is closed,” she spoke, and saved them both from a pair of bad bets.

With a huff she crossed her arms under her breasts and tried to look as intimidating as a 300 pound mare who hadn’t exercised more than walking to the fridge could, and waited for those two to leave the table before collecting her chips and releasing her magical control of her seat. It fell to the floor with a thump, and she just left it there for now.

The objective was food, and Totty was eager to get through anything in her way as quick as possible. Plenty of patrons turned to gape at the morbidly obese mare wobbling, huffing and puffing as she went, and her adipose coated body jiggled under her outfit.

By the time she made it to the cashier her fat had pushed apart the shirt and skirt, leaving a puffed out muffin top visible for all to see. Her navel poked out under her shirt as well, and her breasts had wobbled in her bra enough that they threatened to cause a slip if she wasn’t careful. The third button of her shirt seemed ready to burst off, and no doubt the rest would follow.

Totty, clearly, didn’t care. Another deep rumbling came from her gut and she barely waited for the cashier to take her chips before departing towards the buffet. Towards food. Towards relief.

On the way to the buffet Totty passed through the main stage, and paused to look at the showgirls. One, a yellow coated pegasus with a heavy-set body that looked around a hundred pounds thinner then Totty, was dressed in a curve-hugging red dress and dancing on stage. The other, Pewna, was laying upon a piano and showcasing her pipes as she sang. The two made a potent and quite pleasing combination, and Totty flushed profusely when she noticed- as everyone else did- that Pewna wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. That probably explained why the room was so full.

The incessant rumbling of her gut interrupted her enjoyment, and despite her frustration at missing the show Totty’s demanding hunger pains forced her to get food.

When the finally came into the buffet she couldn’t control herself, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and wobbled up to the food. Still huffing and puffing, and with a burning sensation filling her chest, Totty barely gave herself time to breathe before she started cramming food into her face.

The mare wasn’t even sure what she was eating. It appeared to be some sort of meat-filled burrito sort of thing, but it could very well have been pure lard and she would have eaten it anyway. Totty barely even chewed, too busy trying to get some relief from the burning need and demand of her enormous gut, and pushed the things into herself a pair at a time.

It was two full minutes of this, with her ass stuck out behind Totty like she was presenting it, before the demanding hunger inside her subsided enough for her senses to return. She belched, and stood up straight. Before her was a metal bin that had previously been full- and was now empty. Celestia knew how much she’d just eaten, but she wasn’t full yet.

To Totty’s surprise she still heard the sounds of eating once she had paused, and she turned her head to see at the other end of the buffet the single fattest mare she had ever seen. The bat pony she saw must have been pushing at least five hundred pounds, and was filling herself with food in a pathetic display of hedonism and greed.

In that image, that hoggish mare stuffing herself with no regard for social norms or decency, Totty saw herself. Perhaps not know, but where she was heading, and her mind thought back to her joke earlier. A cow. Was she going to accept that from herself, and become that?

These questions filled her mind, but so did that unyielding hunger from her stomach. The two clashed inside her, and Totty could only hold herself back for a moment before she snapped. Almost angrily she took a metal tray, and started loading it with food.

Totty chose the fattest and greasiest, ignoring anything healthy, and regarded it as almost a way to spite her own hunger. Oh her gut wanted food, did it? Well it was going to get food.

That tray grew, and grew, and when Totty pulled away it was stacked with enough greasy food she could barely carry it, and had to awkwardly stumble with it in her arms towards a table. When she slapped it down at a table she dug in immediately, not even waiting for her ass to meet the chair to start stuffing herself.

Each handful of food partially filled the hole inside her, but it was a sizeable hole and her pace just increased as she went at it. Barely allowing herself to even chew Totty gave herself into the moment, retreating to her mental happy place and cooing with delight as she sucked down thousands of calories. Despite the disgusted looks of other patrons, or the fact that if she was paying attention she was eating more than that batpony, she kept at it. Grease stains grew on his outfit, and her gut bloated out between her skirt and shirt.

Yet even as she was aware of how much of a disgusting public spectacle she was putting on, she didn’t stop- she couldn’t stop. Only when she was eating could she soothe her hunger and forget about it, and only in those moments could she ignore it. At her breakneck pace this only lasted ten minutes, however, and a deep rumbling belch woke her from her food-addled stupor.

Before her was her brown belly, flowing onto the table like an organic blob, and an empty grease-coated metal tray. Her stomach had long since started complaining, although she hadn’t noticed in her gorge. By this point it was making deep bubbling noises of frustrated digestion. Totty didn’t eat that well normally, but she had just consumed close to thirty pounds of almost pure grease.

It hurt.

Yet even as it did, Totty still felt room. Lost to her gluttony as she was at this point, no amount of room was something she could allow, and she lifted herself from the table.

Guests of the casino stepped aside and gaped openly, muttering amongst themselves about how someone could let themselves go that far, and Totty bore this no mind as she waddled to the dessert table. As soon as she arrived there and halted, the swaying momentum of her enormous gut burst open the third lowest button burst off her uniform, followed by a burst-fire release of the other buttons on her blazer. Only her shirt kept her barely presentable now, and the white fabric betrayed her gorging by showcasing plenty of stains.

With a single-minded determination Totty stood herself there, squishing some of the deserts with her oversized gut before reaching out and ramming them down her throat. The cries of her abused digestive system went unheeded, and her self-destructive hunger drove her forward. Brownie after brownie disappeared into the wheezing mare, and only when she finally felt that critical point, that absolute physical limit of food, did she finally halt.

Only then did her senses totally return, and it seemed like she had just awoken to a nightmare. Standing there and wheezing for breathe, Totty could feel the painful distension of her overfilled gut, the sore squelching of indigestion running through it, and the slowly building nausea from such a gorge. Belches escaped her constantly, leaving her even more out of breathe than usual, and she could even hear herself.

Looking over herself she quickly realized how covered in grease and chocolate she was, and glanced around to see that nearly a dozen people had formed a small semi-circle around her. They regarded her as one might a zoo animal, or in this case- a pig.

The bat pony had noticed her as well, smirking as she looked languidly from a table. Beside her a tall stallion kneaded her overfilled gut. "You out ate... me, I'm impressed," she spoke, before hiccuping and passing out in place, covered in equal parts food and sweat

The only thing that stopped Totty from breaking down was the fact she still had a job to do. Emmy had gotten her this opportunity, and for her friends sake she had to see it through. The mare gathered what strength and confidence she could, and despite the growing soreness in her knees staggered past the onlookers.

The walk back to her table was long and arduous, and forced Totty to contend with the increasingly obvious problems of her obesity. Her knees grew in soreness, her chest burned, and the massive food-filled balloon of her stomach filled her insides to the point it limited how deeply she could breathe. She was just about to give up, her legs trembling and her breath coming in gasping wheezes, before she finally arrived at her table and slapped her hands down on it. Ignoring the ominous creaking of the table, she finally collected her breath.

It took a minute or two, but once Totty had collected herself she shuffled to the back of the table and took her little chair, her horn soon glowing to lift it off the ground. With a glunking slosh she sat herself down, and her horn glowed far brighter than before to keep her stable in the air.

Within moments Totty realized that her gorge had left her with a logistical problem. The bloated sack of food in her lap, that gurgling cauldron of calories- was too large for her reach. She couldn’t get her hands to the table to do her job with it in the way, and had to squish herself in, allowing it to pour onto the table.

At least it didn’t hurt as much as one might think.

It was early afternoon by this point and Totty had patrons almost as soon as she was seated. They seemed to gravitate to her now, probably because she was rather eye-catching in the room. While the other dealers were beautiful, handsome, or generally good looking; Totty was a massive overweight grease-coated slob.

Soon enough she had four ponies, two stallions and two mares, who seemed to see this all as a joke as they started playing. Totty, due to her size, was forced to use her own fat and filled belly for her chips. Upwards they went with every breath, downwards with every exhale, and sometimes shuddering with the intense vibrations of digestion.

“So,” a stallion, to her forward left, started. “Who’d you eat, Totty? Goddamn I haven’t seen a mare as fat as you outside of the Golden Eclipse- you get lost on the way, sweet cheeks?” He taunted.

Totty tried to keep her gaze centred on her cards, but between the growing soreness of her overwhelmed gut and intermittent belching it was rather difficult.

Despite that, she managed to win, and in a rare usage of her magic stacked her winnings up with the use of her horn.

“Hey,” the stallion spoke up, seemingly frustrated at his loss. “Cat got your tongue?”

Totty squinted back at him past her gut, and tried her best attempt at intimidation. It would have perhaps worked better if she didn’t belch immediately on opening her mouth, and her insinuation that she’d “eat you next,” was met with laughter.

“I don’t know about that, pig. You’re not looking so good- ate too much?” He taunted again, and flicked a chip towards Totty’s gut.

That small impact was enough to cause a wave of bubbling rumbles to fill her, and Totty’s face briefly turned green tinted. Her throat bulged and, try as she might, she wasn’t able to stop herself from release a deep guttural belch that turned the tide at the table. Instead of being curious and playfully taunting her, the ponies across from her turned absolutely disgusted and swept up their chips.

They left soon after, and Totty found herself, for the first time that day, alone. While she had made easily double what would be expected by a dealer like her by that point she felt increasingly shamed as her table sat empty, and as time went by and the food settled she started to watch the room.

One of the dealers that she saw was having some trouble. They seemed competent enough, but were clearly either unpractised or simply poor at making judgment calls as far as Blackjack went. Seeing a way to make herself useful, Totty sucked herself in as best she could and slipped out of her seat.

Totty almost felt pulled over by her gut, and with a resigned sigh floated her seat in front of her, sliding it under her belly and allowing it to carry the overburdened orb of her rumbling gut.

It took a full minute for Totty to cross the distance between the two tables, and by the time she had arrived at the other one she already had the attention of those at the table and the dealer. They looked to her, in an awkward silence, and Totty gave a meek wave towards the dealer.

“Do you… do you uh, mind if I try a hand or two?” She asked, as a crimson blush fell upon her face. There was nothing abnormal about this, situation, but she made it abnormal by hauling along her fat.

The dealer shrugged, and slapped down the cards on the table. “I’ve been having shit luck all day, Totty. By all means, be my guest,” he spoke, and slipped out of his seat before stepping aside.

This left Totty regretting her decision, as she realized that not only had she forgotten her floating seat; she had to sit herself down on a normal one. Still, she had offered to help and she couldn’t back out now.

The mare approached the table uneasily, and felt a sudden pain in her knee as she came close. Stumbling forward in a sudden movement her gut slapped into the table, and she awkwardly put her hands to it and came around to her side. The chair, she decided, would be left alone to the side- she was only here for a few hands anyway.

Once again her gut proved an obstacle to her reach, and without thinking of the consequences she reached under it and picked it up, slapping that hundred-pound mass onto the table itself. The weight taken off of her legs was welcome enough and she sighed almost sexually in relief, but was soon forced to contend with the disgusted looks of four ponies.

Totty swallowed, and giggled awkwardly. “W-well don’t _stare_ it’s not polite…” she spoke, to the response of rolled eyes.

“Yeah well it’s impolite to put a naked pig on the table too, just deal the damn cards."

Totty sighed, and did as asked. Her navel watched over it all while she went about things, and managed well enough despite the stares. By now she was kinda getting used to it, and she would probably be happy enough to continue on had she not gotten a poke on the shoulder and turned her head to see that same server from earlier.

Morning still had that same smile, and offered Totty a drink. “Don’t worry, it’s just sparkling water. You uh… look like you might’ve had too much to eat, so I hope it helps.”

Totty took it eagerly, “Is it that obvious?” She asked, and looked between the mare and her own brown avalanche of fat on the table.

“Honestly? You look ready to burst, but I don’t judge. That’s uh… not why I’m here though,” she spoke, and gestured behind Totty.

Totty turned to look, and felt herself held in place by her belly anchor. With a firm yank she pulled it off the table and gasped as it fell off, pulling her down with the force of a hundred pounds of sloshing weight. She barely kept herself from falling over, and saw from her bent over position that Morning was gesturing to a roulette table.

“Totty… do you need like, a cart for that or something?” Morning asked, her voice worried. Despite that she didn’t quite help Totty, it was understandable enough she wouldn’t want to touch that fattened expanse of brown flesh.

Totty huffed and levered herself upright, “D.. Don’t worry I got one.” she spoke, and slapped her belly back down on her floating chair

Morning squinted at her, but soon shrugged in return. “Fine by me. We’ve got nobody on shift for that table, the manager wants you to get started. Roulette’s simple enough, and I’ll be by the collect your chips in an hour. Oh and, Emmy had to go home early- she uh…”

Morning coughed quietly, “Had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction. Probably made a thousand bits from it though.”

Totty nodded, and sluggishly set herself towards the table. Watching her move was something in itself, as each step was a ponderous movement of her fat legs. Each time her foot hit the ground her expansive body wobbled, and at the pace she was going she was almost constantly jiggling from top to bottom.

Once Totty parked behind the table and took some time to try and get her outfit under control. She buttoned up what she could of her outfit, but found that the blazer was now two buttons short of where she could have gotten it this morning. With a reluctant and heavy sigh she accepted this, and awaited her first patrons.

It didn’t take long, and she was soon going at it. It was then at that one of the guests finally took advantage of things, and approached Totty’s side of the table. With a wide grin on his face he poked her gut, and leaned close to the soon to be blushing mare.

“Hey, big girl- if I get you something from the buffet will you give me a free re-do?” He asked, and drew his finger down Totty’s expansive middle.

Totty quickly, despite everything inside her saying that was absolutely wrong, nodded. “Y-Yeah sure just uh… I could really go for some chocolate.”

The stallion snorted, “I’m sure you could…”

He was back a few minutes later, and Totty was forced to allow him that re-do, which resulted in him clearing out her chips and walking away a rather happy stallion. Unlike Totty’s stomach, which tried to remind her of how profusely overfull it was as soon as she laid eyes on the plate of brownies.

Despite that, she started to consume them, slowly but surely. Every minute that passed one of them did as well, and between the added mass and suddenly intensified digestive works inside her her belly expanded again. The buttons became tighter over time, and the plate became more empty.

Totty was barely aware she was eating until she found the plate empty, and soon regretted it as she felt sick once again. The buttons pressing into her fat didn’t help, but she tried to put it past her and work. Her eyes went to the board, and she watched the wheel spin, trying to focus on it as best as she could.

Fate was not with her that day as she felt a belch welling up inside her. Desperate to not look more of a pig than she already was Totty forced it back down, but this caused more strain on her buttons. Something had to give eventually, and the sound of straining fabric heralded a button bursting off her blazer, and flying into the glass of a guest. The glass shattered, spilling wine into the board, and Totty’s brown furred gut audibly burst out into the wheel.

The wheel soon stopped, halted in place by a surge of food-stuffed fat, and Totty belched loudly enough it got her looks from across the room. Everyone at the table stared at her in a mixture of shock, awe, and disgust.

For all the horror of the moment, all the embarrassment of it, one realization hit Totty the hardest. Bursting that button had given her more room. Totty soon had a sudden moment of clarity and realized herself- she wanted more.

It is with that that the mare broke, and a tear fell from one eye. Barely aware of things around her she picked up her gut with both arms and moved herself as quickly as she could away. She didn’t care where she was going, or how she was going to get there, but she just needed to get away.

The guests in the lobby were quickly greeted by a huffing mass of fat wobbling past them, barely holding back her tears, and forcing herself onwards despite the pain in her knees and fire in her chest. Totty burst out of the casino to the parking lot, and a look of pure horror filled her face. Emmy had already gone home, she’d either have to call her- and deal with the shame of leaving early and in such a state- or find her own way home.

The options before her were barely considered before she turned back and saw the sign to the buffet, and a tiny trembling sense of room in her gut was enough to break her.


Onwards the fat mare went into the buffet, and started to make like that bat pony and jam food into face without thought for what it was, how full she was, or how many were staring.

Totty’s gut bloated under her, reacting angrily to being overfed beyond any prior limits, and Totty lost herself in the food. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she went at it, and her vision became hazy and fuzzy. Dark and humiliating thoughts filled her head. The knowledge that she was just a pig, an insatiable eating machine destined to just get fatter, and fatter.

Desperate to sooth what she couldn’t, to fill a hole that she couldn’t, she took to the food. Pushing right past any previous records she filled herself up with whatever she could get her hands on, bursting herself right out of that blazer as the minutes ticked by, and it was only when her arms slapped to her sides did she stop.

Physically exhausted from being so overfull, and moving her arms for so long to stuff herself, she fell backwards onto her ass. Her gut flowed ahead of her, almost double the size it had started the day at and tinged a dangerous red. Emotionally she was devastated, and streams of tears flowed down her face as she was pinned in place. She couldn’t even leave now, and was forced to lay there, confronted by her own lack of self control and chronic obesity, as ponies gathered around.

Totty passed out just as the image of a worried green dragon filled her vision, and the only thing she had to say, her voice marred by tearful weeping, was “I can’t help myself.”

Author's Note

Cameos: Pewna, (PewnyPL) Reia Hope, Midnight Blossom, and Morning Lance. All with permission.