Totty's Growing Pains

Totty had known from the start that the road ahead would be full of hard work. Totty knew it would take time, sweat, and self control to turn her body from a billowing blobbish pile of brown-coated fat back into a reasonably overweight figure she could handle in her day to day.

As soon as Totty arrived home from the hospital she was treated to a lovingly prepared meal of chicken salad. It was a compromise on Emmy’s part, a midpoint between strict health food and Totty’s usual diet, and for the first time in years Totty went to bed that night with less than a few thousand calories in her stomach. So it was that the long road began, with Emmy giving Totty’s smart-car heavy body a firm push to hopefully get the engine going.

The next morning Totty awoke to a nearly painful level of hunger in her pampered stomach, and it growled ferociously with need before she was even out of her bed. Totty grit her teeth as she moved herself into a sitting position, and gave up to flop back half way when the sheer weight and size of her enormously fat-bloated middle made it impossible to get past. The bed creaked ominously under her, and Totty blushed from how profound her weight was.

Totty looked to the side of her bed from her half-inclined position and whimpered as he reached out towards the bottle of pills at the side of it. She squirmed and writhed as she tried to grab it while her stomach growled and the sharp need grew inside her. After a few moments of futile jiggling and the groaning of her beds springs Totty sighed and rolled her eyes before her horn lit and captured the bottle in an orange magical aura.

Desperately Totty floated it over to herself, and poured a pile of pills out. She took one and almost forced it down her throat in her need for relief, and swallowed needily. Her stomach continued to growl and Totty shivered with hunger while she grimaced and prayed to Celestia that it would work. The large pills dropped into her gut with an audible splash, and Totty looked down at herself.

Most mares couldn’t make that sound, Totty knew, and she wiggled slightly to set the juices inside her sloshing. It was strangely pleasing to hear, knowing she was unique, but the darker part of her mind reminded her that this was freakish as well. Totty closed her eyes, and fought off the dark thoughts while the pills took effect- slowly. The hunger was still a yearning thing goading her onwards to find food.

Totty needed food, and she looked to her room’s door. She was on the upper floor, but the kitchen was just down stairs. If she could get there, she could empty the fridge. Her mind started to go wild with gluttony and the desire to consume. Almost as if in a dream, she threw off the covers and slapped her feet to the floor. Totty stuck out her gut, and used its own weight to lever herself out. It growled and sloshed as the immense cavity was disturbed by the movements, and Totty threw open her door before she slowly stepped into the hallway. With each step her entire naked mass jiggled and wobbled, and her breasts slapped against her belly and each other while nothing contained them.
Totty normally slept in pajamas, but she prized them too much to risk shredding them at this size, and so had slept it the nude. The mare slowly made her way down the hallway shamelessly and driven by pure hunger. Slowly but surely, however, the loud and almost disturbing growls of her middle started to soften.

By the time Totty was half way down the stairs she had become aware of herself again, and halted just as her stomachs cries for food quieted enough to be considered normal. As if she had awoken from a daze she blinked and looked down at herself, and squeaked quietly before wrapping her arm around her front and doing her best to cover up her enormous chest-mounds.

Even considering how overweight she was, there was no way Totty’s thick arms could do much to cover herself up.

It was then that Totty became aware she was being watched, and she blinked as she noticed the form in her peripheral vision. With a squeaking eep, she glanced at the figure and found that it was a small dog, with pitch-black fur and piercing red eyes. It looked somewhat like a fox, but its body was overflowing with a thick layer of fat that swelled its proportions out and left it’s gut nearly dragging on the floor.

If Totty were a dog, she was looking at her mirror image.

Totty stared at it even as footsteps filled the hall, and then Emmy came out of the hallway. The dragon soon snorted and scooped up the fat dog before stroking it’s head firmly and looking at Totty. The curvy green dragon was also nude, but entirely shameless about it and tilted a brow at her friend.

“I didn’t think we were at the nudist stage yet, Totty,” Emmy teased.

Totty squirmed slightly and a firm blush grew on her face, but soon enough her better senses realized that given Emmy was a woman, and her best friend, being too shy didn’t make much sense. Totty also noticed when she glanced down, that her leaking melons were far too large to even properly hide. Her hands couldn’t even obscure her areola, and Totty soon gave up and huffed before crossing her arms under her bust for support.

Totty soon sighed, “I don’t have anything big enough to sleep in, and… and when did we get a dog? You never told me.”

Emmy smiled, and scritched the happily purring creature in her arms behind it’s long ears. “This is Penumbra, she’s a friend of mine’s. Getting a little chubby too…” Emmy started, and shifted Penumbra, so she could squeeze its bloated belly. In turn, it whimpered slightly and folded its ears back.

Totty hadn’t seen a dog get embarrassed before, but it certainly was.

“You’re going to take her for walks until you’re both in shape,” Emmy declared, and laid the dog back down before shaking out her arms.

Totty’s stomach growled again, although much softer than usual, and the dogs did the same in a much meeker fashion. Together they trained two pairs of needy puppy dog eyes on Emmy, and she rolled her eyes before stepping back down the hall.

“You’re both on a diet, you know,” Emmy mused. “I’m going to be making a lot of salads.”

The morning continued with both Tottty and Penumbra being treated to matching salad bowls. The dog didn’t like it altogether too much, but Emmy made it clear that it was the only option, and convinced it by putting a few pieces of treats in the bowl. Totty had her own, and found that buried in the leaves were plenty of croutons, and that the salad was fairly well dressed.

Once she was finished, Emmy entered the kitchen with a sports bra and shorts in one hand, and a collar and leash in the other. She tossed the first on the table, and snapped her fingers to get Penumbra,’s attention so she could attach the second.

The dog looked up, noticed the collar, and then coyly jumped up into Totty’s lap and wiggled itself between her legs. From there it waited, hiding it’s tubby body as best it could, and eyeing Emmy suspiciously while she laughed.

“You can walk with Totty, or you can run with me. What’s it going to be?” Emmy offered, and laid out the collar and leash on the table.

Totty finished putting on the exceptionally large and reinforced sports bra that would hopefully prove able to contain sixty pounds of tit flesh, and then looked down at the dog smushed in her own fat.

Totty took the collar, and put her hand to the dog's head. Canine eyes pleading with her to somehow get her out of this, but she gently put the collar around his neck. “We’re not getting out of this,” Totty whispered, “But… if it makes you any happier we don’t need the leash.”

The frowning dog’s ears perked up slightly and it tilted its head before putting it’s paws on Totty’s breasts and licking her face. Totty giggled in return and scooped it up into her soft fat-swaddled arms and hugged the dog against herself.

“You actually are kind of heavy…” Totty commented, and pulled the dog back, “Let’s work on that. Together.”

Totty soon found herself out on the porch to view a beautiful morning. Dew still glimmered on the grass, and a chilly breeze blew down the streets and rustled leaves. Beside the ‘sportily’ dressed Totty, who was pouring out over her shorts and out of her bra, the chubby little dog sat at attention while Emmy faced them.

“We’re going to start slow. Today we’re going around the block three times. Breakfast, lunch, and supper. It’s gonna hurt to start, Totty, but it’ll feel so good once you’ve made a habit of this,” Emmy explained.

Totty took a breath and steeled herself, “Okay just… don’t go too fast.”

Emmy snorted, and pivoted elegantly on her heel. For all of the dragon’s own weight, she wore it far better than Totty ever had.

“We’ll go one fast,” Emmy joked coyly.

Emmy started off at a casual walking pace, and both Totty and the dog followed confidently behind. Totty’s first thought was that, surely, this was too easy. She felt nothing when they started walking, not any real exertion nor any real burn to any of her muscles. That changed soon, however, as soon as they reached the first turn Totty’s legs had begun to feel a simmering burn in them.

Totty quickly came to realize just how often she stopped to take breaks when walking. With Emmy leading her, she was unable to, and only a minute in was starting to huff and puff while sweat started to bead on her body. Thankfully the cool breeze ensured that the sweat was carried away and Totty didn’t overheat, but by the time they ‘finally’ came back to the house after a ten minute walk Totty was exhausted.

While the dog flopped on the grass and huffed desperately, Totty slapped her hands to her wide thighs and leaned over to try and catch her breath. A firm and painful burning filled her entire lower body, and even her arms were sore from moving back and forth during her walk. Little used muscles buried in fat pleaded desperately for oxygen, and Totty glanced up before he felt Emmy’s hand on her thickened chin to guide her gaze.

“You did good, honey. Both of you,” Emmy spoke, and her voice was full of real and earned admiration.

Totty knew then and there that whatever pain might come, it would be worth it.

The next few weeks went well for Totty. Every morning she would rise and Penumbra would hop off her bed, following her to breakfast and even sticking around when she milked herself and got dressed. The fox-like dog seemed to have an interest in her company, and Totty enjoyed having the little fox around. Together they would go out and walk, and slowly but surely they improved their stamina. By the end of the first week Totty had lost 50 pounds and could make it all the way around once, and by the end of the second she was up to 125 lost and could manage a light-jog around twice.

Totty’s canine companion lost just as much as her, relative to her body weight, and Monday the start of the third week she returned from her third lap around the block to see a beaming Emmy standing outside of the house, leaning against it as she bared her completely nude green-scaled body to the world and held a large water bottle in her hand.

Considering the amount of sweat pouring off the two, which almost steamed in the cool morning air while the warming sun beamed down on them, Emmy had certainly been wise to offer hydration.

When Totty came up to her and stopped, she quickly slapped her hands to her knees and paused, huffing and puffing for air in great gasps as if she was at an oxygen buffet. Sweat glistened on her skin and soaked her green exercise top while it dripped off her arms and legs. Emmy waited for Totty to stand back up, and then offered her the bottle while Penumbra wobbled past for his drinking dish.

“You seem to have taken the idea of sweating it off pretty seriously, honey,” Emmy commented, and Totty sprayed her head with the bottle of water before- to Emmy’s mild amazement- sucking down an entire half of the gallon in three seconds.

The mare’s ability to consume never failed to impress, whether it was water or food.

“Well, fat is hot,” Totty returned, before she blinked. “I mean like… you know body heat! Not… hot.”

Emmy snorted, and then giggled before poking Totty’s middle, “Some would argue it’s both,” she teased, and Totty blushed slightly before glancing around to see if anybody was watching.

Totty soon regained her confidence and squeezed past Emmy inside, “Let them,” she spoke, and grinned to herself. Confidence felt good, and the lack of shame she had felt in these last few weeks had been a liberating experience.

Emmy followed Totty in, and while Totty flopped herself down on the sofa and eagerly levitated a game controller over for some hard-won down time, she remained in front of the television and Totty’s expression grew annoyed. “I should make you go for another few laps, you’re not hurting enough,” Emmy mused.

A slight flash of terror crossed Totty’s eyes before she sparked Emmy with the best magical bolt she could muster- barely a tickle- and then huffed, “I’ll do four tomorrow, okay?”

Emmy giggled, “Fine, and you’re coming with me for dinner tonight. There’s a new place in town and I want to treat you a little. I think it’s time you had a… cheat day, your next lesson is learning how to stop,” she explained, and left Totty to consider her ominous words before getting dressed herself and heading to work.

Penumbra hopped up beside Totty, meanwhile, and curled up against her on the couch.

Totty spent the rest of her day enjoying some down time, and had the only lunch she could- a large salad- thanks to Emmy locking the fridge. By the time the dragon returned home Totty was fast asleep in a nap, with the setting sun casting her brown-coated body in a soft glow. Penumbra, laid upon her belly, and the way it slowly rose and fell with Totty’s slightly wheezing breaths was almost hypnotic.

“Pizza delivery,” Emmy whispered, as quietly as if she was keeping a secret with a friend, and yet despite how quietly she had spoken and how softly he had closed the door Totty’s eye fluttered open and she fixed Emmy with an almost predatory gaze.

Emmy, of course, carried no pizza, and considering the cocktail dress that clung tightly to her body she seemed of the sort that would think such commoner food was beneath them. She giggled slightly from the reaction she got from her friend, and then stepped inside before turning off the idle tv.

“I want you to go top off your pill before we go, we’re going to the Heartache Diner…”

Totty’s lethargic and half awake movements suddenly shifted and she sat up suddenly. Penumbra was dumped on the floor with a meaty slap and an indignant howl, and Totty gasped loudly before she sat up and looked to Emmy.

“You’re not,” Totty gaped, and bit her lip before her stomach growled deeply enough to set Penumbra, scampering off in instinctual fright. “Taking me there.”

Emmy flopped herself down beside Totty on the couch, and their thighs did their best to try and merge themselves as the space proved too small and they squished together. “I am, Totty. You’re going to eat almost as much as you can. I want you to stop just before you hit that final little bit, just to prove you can,” Emmy spoke, and poked her friend in her middle. “Then you’ll really be in control, and you won’t even need me anymore.”

Despite Emmy’s own heavy figure, Totty was easily three times as large in the centre, and her stomach growled again needily before Totty swallowed nervously and rubbed at it gently. “You’re sure? That’s…. at least fifty pounds of food. I’ll have to work it back off.”

Emmy closed her eyes and took a breath. A spark of envy in the back of her mind played against her as Totty reminded her of her astounding capacity so bluntly, but she soon cast it aside.

Emmy turned to Totty, “You’re not the sort of girl that can go the rest of her life without binging sometimes. You just need to keep it sometimes.”

Emmy took Totty’s hand firmly, and lifted herself from the seat. The fat on the dragons arm grew firmer as the muscle underneath tensed helping her friend up, and Totty huffed before she adjusted her top and squeezed Emmy’s hand back.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you,” Totty breathed, and departed to get dressed properly and take her pill.

To Totty’s surprise, she soon found that for the first time in seeming eons she had no difficulties getting dressed- at least not from the size of her clothes. Her weight and body size left her huffing and puffing when she got her skirt on, and she had to take a break before she got on a flirty green tank top, but it all actually fit. The top in fact felt a little loose, and Totty’s breasts were fully contained by it.

Losing 175 pounds certainly had an effect. When Totty was dressed, she took a minute to stand at her dresser and look herself over. She was still a fat girl, for sure, pushing 400 as of that morning but she was far less massive. Her curves still had allure however, and her oversized body had regained its feminine shape and form. Her belly was a big fat pouch that hung off her, and the two obese breasts of hers laid upon it. Her arms had shrunk enough that they no longer bulged out of her sides so much, and her thighs had shrunken enough to get through the door. The tire around her neck was less pronounced, and the fat bulge on her lower legs wasn’t as prominent.

For the first time in far too long, Totty was able to look at herself in the mirror and smile. A positive self-affirming love grew through her, and she looked to her pills before an idea struck her mind, and she glanced back at the mirror.

Totty’s stomach growled, and Totty felt the shadow of her former hunger gnawing at her. It was powerful, and growing stronger as the pill she had taken that morning was wearing off. Instinctually Totty reached to the bottle, but then glanced back to the mirror.

Totty took a deep breath, and then closed her eyes for a moment.

“I can do this,” she spoke to herself. “I can do this,” she repeated, and threw open the door before leaving with a striding pace.

When Totty met Emmy at the car, she had a certain sway to herself that Emmy noticed, and the dragon looked to her friend as soon as her fat butt slapped into the passenger seat.

“You look like you’re expecting a hot date,” Emmy noted.

Totty just smiled, and adjusted her top while she looked at herself in the mirror, “And what if I am? Some guys like fat girls, and it’s been too long since I ate like one.”

Emmy snorted and blew back some of her hair before starting the car, “I like the confident Totty,” she noted “Now let’s go make them regret giving me an all you can eat pass because I gave the manager a lap dance.”

Totty’s stomach growled ominously, and the car set off while she felt a worried pang in the back of her mind and looked to the house. Within moments, it disappeared from view and Totty steeled herself as best as she could for her decision. The hunger started to grow, and became a static in the back of her thoughts.

It took only ten minutes for Emmy to get them to where they were going, and the dragon helped Totty out of the car. The classic pre-meal weakness had already come upon her, and she was shuddering ever so slightly. “Oh come on honey, you ate two hours ago,” Emmy teased, and took Totty by the hand like she was a date to the door.

“I know but… that was just a salad,” Totty returned, “And, I didn't want to say but…”

The automatic doors opened, and Totty’s eyes immediately went wide as the smell of grease struck her potently enough that she might as well have fallen into a tub of it. Inside there were a dozen tables, and assorted species- all dressed like doctors- served assorted oversized meals. Some of the patrons were fat, others were thin, and the pair were soon greeted by a fairly overweight looking fox with purple highlights in her hair and menus in her arms.

“I don’t think I need to weigh you two. Half…” she started.

Emmy interrupted her, “All off, your manager gave me this.”

Emmy reached out with a little card, and the fox inspected it before shrugging, “Everything we serve is cheap anyway so I’ll take your word for it. Follow me…”

Emmy and Totty were seated at two separate booths, with Emmy behind Totty. The booths were interestingly designed, seemingly originally for small groups but instead were now just one wide seat before an equally wide table. Considering the size of the portions in the menu Totty was soon reading, it was clear why this was so.

“Emmy,” Totty soon spoke, “There isn’t anything on here less than two pounds or a half pound of butter- and some of these are all three at once,” she commented, before her stomach made a deep and needy growl and her eyes widened.

“All of it!” Totty soon barked, loud enough to get both their servers' attention and Emmy’s, who turned back to face her worriedly and with a glimmer of regret in her face.

“Are you sure…” Emmy started, only for Totty to shiver and face their server with a deep gaze. “All of it,” She repeated.

The fox shrugged, “If you can keep it down you’ll be the first.”

Totty could only wait desperately, nearly squirming in her seat while sweat beaded in her brow and the smell of grease in the air became all encompassing. Thoughts and worries filled what little of her brain power remained while she waited for her food, and when it eventually started to come it was hauled over on a cart. Totty received her first item, a six patty ‘cheeseburger’ slathered in gravy and Emmy received exactly the same.

“Enjoy,” the fox added, and then had to jump back when Totty barely even looked at her food before she slapped her face into her burger and started needily tearing into it and vacuuming it down.

Amazingly, to the surprise and even mild horror of their server, Totty consumed her entire burger and was licking the plate before Emmy had even gotten half way. With a shrug, she simply pushed her cart onwards.

“Surprised someone with your appetite can fit in through the doors…”

Totty’s next item was the next on the menu, and was simply the previous burger with more toppings. Much like that, Totty consumed it in a fiery flurry of furious feasting that put the best competitive eaters to absolute shame, and by this point Totty had gotten the attention of some in the room. They watched with interest as the mare displayed gluttony that at the same time made some envious, and others disgusted. Altogether, she exuded exactly what the establishment was- pure carnal consumption.

With deep and breathy moans interspersed with low rumbling belches Totty tore into her third and forth burgers, and despite the fact she knew at least 20 pounds of meat and grease sat in her belly Totty didn’t even slow down. Even as her stomach filled, and started to slowly bloat outwards towards the table her plates were cleaned in less than a minute each and she seemed to pour the different flavours of soda down her throat without even swallowing.

Totty managed to complete one entire lap through the menu while Emmy was still eating, and her body had expanded to match. The capacious organ of food had grown three times over, and it's heavy-weight food bloated shape swelled over and under the table. When the server returned, expecting Totty to accept her victory, the table groaned and bent under the mares own weight and she blushed firmly while her stomach growled deeply, demanding more even while onlookers gasped.

"Can I just..." Totty started, and could barely speak before wheezing for breath, "... can I order that, again?"

The server just blinked, "I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm not gonna stop it," she spoke, and bit her lip before gingerly poking Totty's middle, "You're not even like, hard yet. It's like a balloon.."

Said balloon soon growled, and Totty bit her lip and groaned deeply as a powerful wave of compulsive need filled her.

Emmy soon finished her meals, and gotten to the point of being bloated and waterlogged with grease, before Totty had even started to slow. Languidly, she looked behind her and gasped softly when she noticed just how far Totty had already gone.

While Totty moaned her way through an entire deep-fried ham, a tall collection of plates grew to her side and grease covered her belly while it heaved and wobbled with her furious swallows. Deep bubbling gurgles of digestion sounded out of it, and yet even then deep growls of hunger came out as well.

Emmy was not a stupid dragon, and she soon added things together. “Totty!” she barked, and thrust her groaning food-packed body of her booth before grabbing Totty’s hand to get her attention. “You didn’t take that pill!”

Totty had just finished her ham, and leaned back before she belched loudly and rolled her head to look at Emmy, “It’s okay…” she wheezed, “I can…. I’m fine,” she groaned, and hiccuped before looking past Emmy to the oncoming food from the kitchen.

Emmy leaned in the way, “No you’re not.”

Totty huffed, and her stomach made a low bubbling squelch before she hiccuped a bit of grease onto herself, “I’m… fine.”

Emmy glowered and looked Totty right in the eyes, and Totty leaned back into herself slightly with intimidation as the dragon leaned up against her. Gently, Emmy's own gut pressed into Totty's from the side, and the firmer fat squished into Totty's orange ball of food.

"You're going too far, again. Stop." Emmy pleaded, and Totty's stomach growled before her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment and the cart stopped. Another plate, bearing another burger, flopped down upon Totty's belly- as that was the only place to put it.

Moving much more slowly, Totty slapped her hands to it and pushed it into her lips while she groaned and forced it into herself. Emmy remained, worriedly looking at her and then glancing around.

Totty's bleary mind felt something while she ate, and she blinked and glanced to her side, and then down at herself. Between Emmy and the burger her eyes were torn, and she felt a deep sense of shame start to fill her. It was not, however, the same as overeating. That shame is one Totty had long since become numb too.

Instead, it was the deep and burning shame of betraying her friend, and Totty remembered looking herself in the mirror an hour ago. Totty swallowed, and then stopped pushing the food into her mouth. A sickened glorp rumbled out of her belly, and yet even so the soft burn of need remained in the back of her mind.

Despite it, with all her willpower, Totty pushed the remaining meat off herself and it slapped onto the floor.

"You said..." Totty huffed, "Almost all the way..." she wheezed, and slapped her hand to Emmy's.

"This is.... almost," Totty gasped, and relied on the strength of Emmy's arm to get herself to her feet.

Emmy sighed with relief, and couldn't help but kiss Totty on the cheek. Totty, however, was too busy trying to manage her enormously bloated body to even notice. With awkward thumping steps she spaced her legs and tilted herself backwards to act as the best counter balance she could manage so she could set the food-balloon she'd turned herself into forward. Slowly but surely, with Emmy holding her arm and bracing her, Totty waddled towards the door.

Their server beat them there, and had an old polaroid camera in her hands, "Hey! Smile, you're the first person to ever eat that much, and probably the last. Show me some _pride_," she directed, and snapped a photo of a prideful and beaming Totty being escorted by an almost thin-looking dragon beside her.

Totty, however, wasn't quite as prideful of her eating as she was for not eating, and it was with that ironic sense of success that she passed out into the back of Emmy's car.