Upper Crust

Before the bakery opened, Clipsy’s day would start later than most other ponies due to her line of work. Being an Astronomer meant she worked mainly at night, having to travel outside the city where light pollution was less of an issue. Her observatory was located in the hills just outside the city, a short walk from the first stop on any trains heading towards destinations like Canterlot, Ponyville etc. However her morning routine had changed somewhat since she always liked to be first in line.

The first thing was wobble her body out of bed, a body that was growing by the day with each visit to Upper Crust. Her mattress was developing a rather noticeable groove in that got deeper every time she lay her head on the pillow at night. One of the beds corner posts that held the frame above the floor had developed a crack. For now she had bound it up with string and prayed it didn’t give way one night at some early hour while she was snoozing.

Since breakfast was already being prepared for her down at the bakery, she didn’t bother with anything to eat before leaving her apartment. Just some clothes (that like her bed, were starting to struggle with her enlarged size) and a small amount of makeup. Although with more surface area for it to cover, she found she was going through that rather quickly as well.

Today was one of the five, maybe six times a year she actually visited the observatory. A lot of work she could do from home, which was lucky considering her changing body. But not all of it could, today she had to make the trip, but not until this evening. Her plan was breakfast, a small trip around to get some new clothes and more makeup and then head home and head out tonight.

The exit way from her apart was becoming...a bit of a squeeze to get out of to say the least. Most Manehattan apartments were built in mind for slender and somewhat smaller ponies to maximise the little space that the city had. She was finding now that the smaller corridor to the stairs was well, too small. Perhaps she should think about moving somewhere a bit more roomy? The way out was a bit wider than the entryway to the bakery, so she wasn’t getting wedged quite just yet, but as she waddled forward she could feel her rather bulbous flanks sliding along the wall on each side. The mare always went out with her saddle bags and now kept some jars of grease, butter and other things that meant if she got stuck, she at least had something on hoof to be able to squeeze herself out with.

The bakery was a short waddle a few blocks from her house and as per usual, she was first in line. After standing for about ten minutes a few more ponies joined her. She could see Cookie and Pinny inside beavering away to get the goods prepared. She generally spied her bags of treats being put together a few minutes before they opened. Leaning back she quickly leaned herself forward again, apologising to the waiting customer behind her as she felt her two very large, very squishy cheeks push backwards into him. The mare was finding with little room the manoeuvre herself, she was still struggling to get a real grasp of her body size and just what room she had to be in. Sometimes it meant she bumped herself into a pony or two, but being so huge and soft generally it left them more flustered than she was.

The door opened and the sign was flipped by Cookie and Clipsy stood aside to let customers that could actually fit through the front door get in to get what they wanted, the point was she was first in line. She could wait a minute or two whilst either Pinny or Cookie found a moment to bring her daily treats out to her.

Today it was Cookie, with that usual big beaming smile who made as much small talk as she could before handing the bags over. She mentioned they had some plans for a small expansion to make it easier on ponies like her to order and were looking for a member of staff to help with it before she dashed back inside to fill more orders. Clipsy just waved, taking one of the many delicious baked goods from the first bag and chewing on it as she started her waddle into the city proper. She’d hail a cab but feared it would be a struggle for her to actually get in.

Firstly, she came to the clothing store. What did she need? She had made a list yesterday that she got out of her saddlebag to double check.

• Smart shirt (work)
• 2x Pairs pants
• Undergarments

It wasn’t a huge list but things she needed, sometimes when she arrived at the observatory other ponies were there working too. She wanted to make sure she looked at least reasonably well dressed.

She found an assistant who didn’t say a word about her size, most ponies in the city were taught to be civil, especially in work. She only asked if Clipsy was looking for something tailored more to a pony of her stature which she just said she was and presented the list. It wasn’t hard to find a smart shirt, with ponies who frequented upper echelons of business often wearing them and being big themselves. What was a problem was the pants and undergarments.

Eventually, after some rummaging through a storage space long neglected the assistant was able to find a couple of pairs of pants that were suitable. Being held by the store for so long they were heavily discounted and snugly fit Clipsy’s frame. These would do for now, she’d have to suss out larger pairs of have them let out at a later date.

The undergarments well...firstly, she tried a rather thin and delicate pair of the largest panties they had which was their largest size available. As soon as the assistant started to pull them over her rump and just past her tail dock well…

Shrip!

They gave out pretty quickly, unable to quite hold their shape together against the large rump that Clipsy now possessed. Both of them blushed, the assistant taking the now ruined pair and muttering that she’d check to see what else they might have. Eventually returning some time later (Clipsy suspecting she had to take some time to calm herself after witnessing a pair of fabric literally rip in two before her very eyes) with a larger and sturdier pair. The mare was hoping for something a bit more comfortable, even these hugged her ass tightly, but the point was they didn’t rip. After the small fiasco, she paid for her purchases and left, leaving the still red-faced assistant behind as she waddled onwards to get more makeup, eating a few more treats as she went.

The first bag had been completely devoured by the time she had reached the store and she had started on the second. Clipsy wasn’t by any means a mare who went completely overboard on making herself look pretty, but she did like to look nice. She purchased a few items, getting some eyes really staring at her as she made her way down the thin isles as her rear brushed a few things off the shelf that she had to stop to bend over and place back. She was sure she heard a few grumbles from mares who were taking no pleasure directing their partners attention back to them.

After that, she made her way home, finishing the bag and stopping by the bakery just before they closed to pick up a few final treats. Now quieter she was able to get a bit more information out of Cookie about what they had planned. She explained it as a sort of drive-in window but for those that walked. It sounded like a good idea and Clipsy said she’d let some of her bigger friends know about it, being unable to get inside like her anymore they weren’t quite as dedicated and had stopped visiting. This was a good excuse for them to come back. She bid Cookie farewell and headed home to prepare herself for work tonight.

Squeezing her way back into her apartment she prepared her notes and chewed on the final bag of treats for the day and began to ponder what her weight might be. She had a set of scales but she was honestly afraid to try them out. She could estimate but usually her estimations were off, too low generally so that just made her more afraid to get an accurate reading. If the size of her was any judge, she wasn’t quite at four figures but a few more months of eating this stuff every day and she would be. The trouble was, it was just so good. She had tried a few times to figure out what it was about what Cookie and Pinny did to make their treats so great, perhaps one day she’d just ask them outright. But for now, she was just happy to eat them.

The mare made her way to the train station, catching one of the evening trains bound for Ponyville that stopped at the small halt near the observatory. As she stepped into the carriage, she felt it lean to one side and shift position due to the now extremely heavy mare occupying the space. Thankfully she could sit near the middle and it did right itself, even if there was a slight lean still. She just read a paper and pretended not to notice.

A short ride later and she was there, now her real work could begin. There was one thing she had forgotten, it was only a single-width door to get inside. She could see a few colleagues inside already peering through the glass portion of the door, figuring out how they’d get her in the building.

Oh well, that’s what the grease and butter was for.