Totty's Growing Pains

Emmy saw to it that Totty was hauled out with the utmost of care that could be afforded to a nearly half ton food balloon. She escorted her friend to the hospital, and was relieved to find out that Totty, for all her extreme gorge, hadn’t hurt herself permanently. They didn’t even need to pump her stomach- although that was partially due to, as was explained to Emmy’s empathetic shame, that their pump lacked the capacity.

The poor mare had consumed, as explained in detail by the doctor, twenty-five pounds of food and a total of six gallons of liquids. That left Totty’s stomach capacity at the end of the day at thirty gallons total, an enormous brown-coated balloon of food that hadn’t even fit in the regular ambulance. Instead, thanks to Emmy’s connections and a few promised favours, Totty had been airlifted to Canterlot.

Totty’s final weight was seven hundred and eighty seven pounds, and she had been sent to a room for larger creatures. Even so, her bloated body filled up the bed quite well and her gut slopped off the far end.

The dragon sat with Totty through the night and fell asleep rubbing the sore bloat of Totty’s gut. Emmy’s presence was partially out of a sense of love and care for her friend- but also because she needed to have a talk with the heavy mare in the morning and wanted to be the first thing she’d see.

Meanwhile, Totty slept while the bed under her creaked under her expansive weight. The monitor to her side registered a strong, but slow, heartbeat as Totty slept. Now and then a loud digestive rumble would register on it as Totty’s strong digestive system turned all that food into fat that flowed over her frame.

To Totty’s surprise she didn’t wake up next at home, in the comforting warmth of her bed, but instead in the sterile confines of a hospital room. Totty almost immediately recognized where she was from the odd combination of ancient architecture choices- the curved windows primarily- and state of the art medical equipment. Totty was in Canterlot, which was as much a surprise as the fact she was in a hospital to begin with.

The dull beeping of the monitor beside her is all that Totty could hear, and when Totty awoke the first thing she saw was her own heaving chest. The enormous curves that sprouted below her thick chins blocked out the view of most of the room and were pushed up by the fat-swollen bloat of her belly. Even with her digestive talents, her gorge from last night still quietly churned away and filled her arteries with thick fat to deposit. The mare could feel herself swelling with fat, slowly but surely, as all that food was absorbed.

The bed creaked when she tried to move, and Totty wheezed for breath when even that movement alone strained her. Her entire body wobbled, and the fat that coated her chest pressed down on her lungs. When she tried to sit up, Totty soon found she lacked the strength to even do that. The immense ball of fat flowing well over her legs prevented her and left her semi-inclined against the hospital pillows.

All Totty could do was try and worm her way backwards against the pillows to try and get leverage to actually see herself past her breasts. The mare huffed and puffed and sweat beaded on her forehead. When eventually she did get a view past her breasts, she gasped loudly in shock.

Totty had been fat in the past. Totty had been obese in the past. What Totty was looking at now was levels beyond that. Her gut had to be at least a cubic meter by itself, and her breasts, which were gently dribbling milk, were the size of basketballs. Inside herself she could feel the vastness of her stomach cavity, as if it was some eternally demanding cave yearning to be filled.

This, no doubt, was the largest she had ever been. Even just lying there it Totty found it was somewhat hard to breathe, and the brown coated blob became aware of how her breaths were short and sharp wheezes, and her chest retained a permanent and subtle soreness.

The mare had always been aware of her stomach, and her hunger, but she had truly outdone herself. More than usual she could feel her internal cavity and all that was inside it. It almost felt good, in a way, but the size of it was frightening. Knowing how much she ate last night, and then feeling the fact it still felt empty terrified her. She’d made herself obese, beyond morbidly and well into freakishly enormous. She’d eaten more than most could in weeks all in one go and had put herself in the hospital. Her belly filled out the entire bed, and she couldn’t even see the door.

Even so, the first thing her stomach did now that Totty had awoken was growl. Deep and demanding, Totty heard the siren call of her incessant hunger. Desperate to move herself out the bed- to get food- Totty slapped her arms to the bed and tried to move.

It was fruitless, days- maybe even weeks- in bed had left her arms too tired and weak to move her. Thankfully to her a dragon-skinned dragon soon appeared, leaning on the door and gazing at her with arms crossed and a bemused expression on her face.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” she commented, “I’ve heard that before…”

The comment came with surprising ice in Emmy’s voice, and Totty grew flush in the face as she recoiled into herself.

“E-Emmy I’m sorry…” Totty wheezed, and her voice was coarse and pathetic sounding.

Emmy just rolled her eyes and stepped forward, slapping Totty’s growling belly. Somehow it seemed even larger and seemed to slip off the end of the bed to hang it’s massive fat off it.

“I don’t care, Totty- you just want food, don’t you?” Emmy spoke, and Totty’s belly growled again. “You’re always so hungry, aren’t you?” she sneered, and slapped her arms around that belly, letting its fat squish between them.

“So hungry,” A second voice chimed in, and a second hand slapped her belly. That voice was her mother, and as soon as she spoke the sound of a home cooked meal came over Totty like a thick fog.

Totty could only squirm as her demanding, incessant; never ending hunger welled up inside her. “Y-Yes, hungry…” she spoke, her voice dreamy and almost wistful.

“Then eat,” Emmy returned. “Just eat, forever. It’s all you’re good for isn’t it you pig? You’re just a fat hog, a dairy-cow just good for feeding and milking. You’re not even good enough for breeding- what kind of stallion would want a mare as fat as you are?”

Another voice chimed in, and a third hand slapped Totty’s belly. The hands all seemed tiny, just pinpricks on the enormous brown mass. “Yeah, you’re _pathetic_. Why would I ever want a sister as useless as you? I’ve shot rhinos lighter than you.” Rouletta sneered, “Worthless.”

The insults collapsed Totty’s mind and even as tears ran down herself, she found herself, somehow, eating. The food was warm and welcoming, and tasted just like her mother used to make. Totty tried to shut her lips, but three hands soon forced it down hard enough she choked.

Totty’s orange eyes soon saw a green dragon loom over her, and that dragon leaned forward. She put a claw on Totty’s belly and met her with a harsh scowl, “Fat,” she spoke simply. “Fat, fat, fat.” Emmy’s claw withdrew and slapped Totty’s gut harshly, making the profusely oversized food-stuffed brown ball of fat wobble and slosh. The bed creaked from the movement shifting the weight, and Totty coughed when another sharp pain extended from her chest.

Moments later she felt a moistness on her chest, and then realized that she was lactating. Slowly but surely, her breasts were drawing off the extreme amount of excess calories and pouring out thick, creamy, milk that soon dripped off her to the floor.

“You’re just a big fat cow, and you can’t help but get fatter can you? You’re pathetic, look at you- you’re worth more as livestock than you are as a teacher. What could you possibly teach- how to stuff yourself? Gorging 101?” Emmy taunted, and groped at Totty’s belly-fat with that same claw.

Despite her best attempts to stop, Totty’s willpower to stop started to fade. She opened her mouth and accepted it, resigned to her fate.

“Eat,” they all spoke in unison. “It’s all you can do.”

“You’re just a spoiled little filly, you’ll never grow up to control yourself,” Totty’s mother spoke.

“You’re just a useless slob, I can’t believe we’re in the same family,” Totty’s sister spoke.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? To just eat until your pudgy little heart gives out? Then eat, fatass- eat all you want!” Emmy hissed.

Totty felt herself fill, each swallow seemed to have much more food in it than seemed realistically possible, and it felt so good. The taste was absurdly euphoric, and even as the bed began to strain under her swelling body and her chest started to burn, she kept swallowing, kept eating.

When the bed eventually snapped under her weight, Totty’s belly-mattress flowed out and slapped the floor. She could see the full extent of it now, and it totally covered her legs and flowed on the floor like a liquid mass of brown towards the door. Even still, it still hungered and still growled for more.

“More,” Totty wheezed desperately, “I can’t stop.” She pleaded “It feels too good, I need more- I need more food!”

“I know you can’t,” Emmy returned. “You never could, you never will. I always knew that, I only brought you home because I felt sorry for you.”

The hands soon returned, and Totty desperately sucked down all they offer. Even as the machine beside her started to beep and her heart skipped beats, even as her vision began to fade and pain overwhelmed her body she kept eating. Her enormous body crushed the rest of the bed and pushed her on the back, and the blob of growing fat she had become consumed the entire room, and spread over her until Totty couldn’t even see beyond herself.

The mares body grew as she ate. It began to flood the room, soon breaking Totty bed so that she spilled forward, and her belly grew into the room. Still she ate, even as the pain in her chest increased and the difficulty in breathing got worse. Totty ate because she could only eat, and she ate, and ate. Her enormous whale of a body spilled into the hall, consumed the whole hospital…

It was only then Totty awoke, to the feeling of a warmth against her hand. Her eyes opened, and the first thing her blurry vision beheld was Emmy looking down at her. There was a warmth to her smile, a friendly and almost motherly presence as she was held.

The first thing Totty spoke was simple: “I’m sorry…”

Emmy only sighed and held Totty’s hand tighter. “It’s as much my fault as it is yours…”

An awkward silence fell in the room following that, and only the quiet sound of machines humming, ready for use but not necessary now; filled the background. Emmy waited by Totty’s side until the door opened, and a tall stallion with a clipboard under his arm entered.

Clearly middle aged and with a thinning grey-mane, the doctor had the exact poise one might expect. There was a confidence to his gait and a medical detachment to his gaze.

The doctor’s coat was a fading blue, and his medical jacket seemed oddly loose on him. Even so he moved with precision, and he moved to Totty’s side before trying to take her pulse through her wrist. Embarrassingly for her, that didn’t work and he had to jam the cold metal of his stethoscope between her breasts to get it.

“How’s our largest patient doing?” he questioned and wrote something unseen on his board before leaning over to look at Totty. “I’m glad the bed held, I was worried we’d have to transfer you to a dragon hospital.”

The doctor soon withdrew his stethoscope, and seemed happy enough with whatever he was looking for.

Totty remained silent, simply trying to retreat into herself. Despite the doctors detached expression and Emmy’s loving one, she still felt an overwhelming shame at having let herself go that far.

“I’ll put that down as stable but embarrassed then,” The doctor returned, and soon his cold hands were on Totty’s stomach.

The mare wriggled in place at the touch but allowed him to feel her body. “You, my dear mare, have the largest stomach capacity I’ve ever seen.”

The doctor pushed against Totty’s stomach and sloshed it with a rough shove while he listened closely. “I’d say… about four times above normal, you sound like Celestia after a hearthswarming feast,” he spoke, and released Totty’s gut and allowed it to settle back down.

“You should have talked to a doctor sooner- you didn’t think being able to eat a regular ponies weight in food was normal did you?”

Emmy glowered, and Totty blushed brightly. “I-I just thought I was fat.”

“Oh you are,” The doctor returned, quite flatly before adjusting his down. “I mean… yes, Ms. Totty are medically obese.”

Totty’s stomach growled on command, and Totty bit her lip. There it was, the endless hunger she had expected. What she did not expect however was the doctor to nod towards Emmy and then a green hand to force something into Totty’s mouth, soon sealing her lips as well.

“Swallow,” Emmy directed, but it was hardly needed Totty had automatically swallowed the pill.

Almost immediately the demand of her hunger, the biting need to fill every last empty space in her gut, began to fade. While some degree of yearning to eat something after waking up, a natural reaction, remained- the bite and intense need faded away. Totty blinked and looked to the doctor, confused.

“A simple thing, really. With a stomach as large as yours the hunger signals it sends can be intense- overwhelming even. With this medication you can simply numb most of it, and you’ll be as hungry as a… mare of regular capacity.”

The doctor’s words were given with a glance towards Emmy.

“This is Duskum, and a large dose of it. I’ll write you a prescription and ensure it’s covered as essential for your health,” the doctor explained, “One in the morning, and another if your cravings strike.”

“In any case, let’s get you sitting up…” he soon spoke.

The doctor stepped back, and Emmy put her strength to use getting Totty into a sitting position. As in her dream her enormous belly spilled out of her, with her breasts laying on top, but it wasn’t quite as extreme. Nor were her breasts leaking, but they certainly did feel rather tight.

“The prognosis is simple, Totty,” the doctor started, and tore off a sheet from his clipboard, “You have an eating disorder, chronic obesity, and a food addiction. The primary cause of all three is your gut- it’s… size. The solution is a change in lifestyle choices and medication for when it gets too bad to control. I understand you like to eat…”

Totty’s blush intensified, and Emmy laid her glare upon the doctor who sighed, “Do you wish for me to drown you in platitudes, or would you like me to help your friend?”

Emmy relented, and held Totty’s hand tighter while the doctor continued.

“There is nothing wrong with enjoying your meals. Celestia herself is… large herself, we could say. You however wish to remain mobile, I take it? You will have to learn to limit yourself. Gorging yourself stupid sometimes- but not all the time. In addition…”

Soon the doctor’s hands moved to Totty’s left breast, and nimbly dodged Emmy’s hand moving out to slap him. “Your mammary glands are over-producing as a result of your consumption, which should go away as soon as you start losing weight. That’s nothing I can help with, I suggest simply milking yourself in the morning.”

The blunt words, even spoken with as much medical professionalism as he could, left Totty looking like a ripe tomato and even the doctor blushing.

“As for the rest of you… well, you have moderate cholesterol build-up and low muscle mass. I’ve certainly seen worse- not by much but I have, and you’ll need to make a dscision, quite simply. Equestria has the medical science to keep you well at just about any size, but if you wish to retain your mobility you need to pay more attention to what you’re eating. I suggest long walks- perhaps with your friend- to burn some number of calories. Enjoying large meals that have more salads and less heavier items, and… drink more water and low-fat milk.”

The doctor sat down, and seemed to relax before a beeper in his coat went off. He sighed, checked it, and then stood again.

The doctor patted Totty’s belly, and then a sharp glare from Emmy saw him withdraw his hand. “Now, Ms. Totty there’s an additional problem. I had a… discussion with your friend, and I’ve chosen not to schedule you a therapy session. However, yesterday was… extreme. It’s my professional opinion that you should see a professional about your confidence issues and body anxiety.”

The doctor soon stood and took his clipboard. “Beyond that, you’re in fair health and can leave whenever you like. Your friend can get you a wheelchair if you need one,” the doctor spoke, and quickly abandoned her through the doorway as something else called upon his skills.

“Medication,” Totty sighed, “Why didn’t I hear about this sooner?”

Emmy blushed and rubbed her neck, “Actually… it’s for dragons. The crystal empire is like a city made of chocolate for us, this helps with the cravings…”

Totty’s stomach growled again at the mention of chocolate, and Totty grit her teeth as a wave of demanding cravings flowed through her, “Don’t say chocolate…” Totty spoke, and looked away from Emmy as shame returned at the same time.

Emmy soon stood from her chair, and leaned over Totty, “Honey, I’m disappointed… but if it was this bad you should have said so sooner! I thought you just had poor self-control.”

Totty met her eyes, almost pleadingly as she listened to her friend, and gripped her claw firmly, “What if that’s it? What if I’m just a big fat slob that can’t help herself and these pills don’t work? What if I just eat myself into a blob and live in your basement for the rest of my life?”

Emmy’s eyes betrayed her own fear at that possibility, but she put it aside, “Then I’ll help you or so help me I’ll march up to Canterlot and make Celestia help you herself. We’ll figure it out.”

“Together,” Emmy soon added, and kissed her friend on the forehead.

Totty sighed, “Let’s go home,” she spoke, and slipped her legs to the side of the bed so she could get herself on her feet.

Unfortunately, Totty misjudged the weight of her own body and as soon as the wobbling mass of her skin-stretching gut slipped off the side of the bed it pulled her down, and with a sharp yelp she fell to the floor.

Emmy soon rushed to her, and pulled Totty up by the arms. The mare definitely felt heavier than she did yesterday, and started to huff from the exertion of standing alone. Thankfully, Emmy was soon at her side and took as much of the weight as she could by sliding a claw under Totty’s gut. It helped, and Totty breathed a sigh of relief while Emmy simultaneously groaned in exertion.

“Let’s… go get you a salad… big girl,” Emmy offered.

Totty groaned, and slowly stepped forward to the door. Despite the fantastic improvements in her life from that pill, the idea of salad was less than appealing, and it distracted her from how strange she looked when she soon jammed her hips into the door. Emmy pushed her through, and the two left the hospital together.

“I’ve got an idea after I’ve helped slim you back down a little,” Emmy offered, and guided Totty to the back-seat of her car.

Totty squinted at her when Emmy opened the door, and Emmy shrugged, “You don’t fit in the front.”

Totty rolled her eyes and then nodded and huffed as she shuffle herself into the car. Her fat body naturally got in the way, and she had to pour herself through the door and wiggle-wobble her blobbish mass to slowly worm her way in. “And what… would that… be?”

“Spoilers!” Emmy retorted, and threw the door closed before Totty, “You’ll find out in due time…”