Upper Crust

The bags were on their way, at least that’s what Pinny had told Cookie. He had spent quite a few hours down the offices of the company. The owner had been somewhat intrigued by the idea of a reusable bag that wasn’t made of paper. Pinny had chuckled, he had taken an attitude almost like an engineer trying to solve some great problem when the idea was presented and explained. “Astounding, I can’t promise anything but we’ll certainly try.” had been his parting words when Pinny had left. He’s check back in a week to see a prototype.

The day was going fairly normally. Customers were coming and going as normal, at least until Cookie heard Doughy asking for some assistance.

“I think we have a problem.” he said, pointing to the small hatch window he worked at, it was obvious to see why.

It was a hoof. Clipsy’s hoof. The mare had reached in as per normal to grab her order but she was now so flabby it had become wedged in the hatch. Cookie could see her frantically flailing trying to pull it free but her fat was now pushing up against the frame and squishing against it on the inside portion. She sighed. “Get the butter and grease mixture Pinny keeps near the counter. I’ll go outside and see how she’s doing and calm her down.” Cookie said.

“I’ll be right back, blubber emergency.” she said, nodding her head over to the hatch so Pinny could see what was going on.

“Oh right, hope she’s okay.” was all he said. He returned to serving a customer inside the bakery.

Cookie hadn’t actually seen Clipsy for a little while now. With the hatch opening, her daily purchasing was done there. She had taken to Doughy quite well. Often on slower days she heard the chatter between them. The mare was obviously interested in Doughy despite the age difference between them with her being older than he is. Doughy would however just brush off her advances and often got her to shut up when she took her order.

“Hey Clip...Oh.”

There wasn’t really a word beyond ‘Oh’ that Cookie could think of. Not being able to observe the ever growing mare’s size she was somewhat unaware of just how big she had gotten. In front of her was a pure pony fat ball. What seemed like endless rolls of blubber covered her entire body and were spilling into the street, carts having to swerve to get around the immense frame of Clipsy. Hooves were encased in blubber. The one that was stuck in the pickup window was even fatter that what she could see in the shop, with blorpy blubber pressed hard up against the window on the outside. Her monstrous ass rose above her head behind her bringing a new meaning to the term ‘ass shelf’ that Cookie didn’t quite think was possible. She gasped a little. Clipsy’s head was surrounded by her own fat, chin after chin forming multiple neck rolls around her almost sunken head. It didn’t stop her smiling though, that was about the only movement she seemed capable of, apart from reaching out with immensely flab covered hooves to get at food.

“Hi….huff….Cookie!” the mare replied. Still as happy as ever but her voice was permeated with laboured huffs and puffs as even speaking took a toll on her. Cookie nervously grinned in response.

“I’ve uh...asked Doughy to grease your arm so you can pull it free. I think let him give you the order in the future rather than reaching in to get it?” Cookie suggested.

“Oh!...puff...good idea!” Clipsy replied. Her hoof still wasn’t free.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile...how are you?” Cookie asked, trying her best not to blurt something out about her immense mass.

“Good!...huff...still enjoying...puff...your amazing treats!” she replied. It seemed the grease had now been applied and Cookie watched a slightly grease covered hoof slide free of the window. Clipsy didn’t even need to use it to balance herself any more, an immense belly bed of blubber that kept her aloft and raised above the floor was now what she seemed to rest on. Her stomach gently burbled and glorped in anticipation of the fattened treats she was about to get. Cookie watched as Doughy cleaned the grease as best he could off from around the hatch before passing out the bags Clipsy was waiting for.

“I can...see that.” Cookie replied. “Um, Clipsy. Are you aware of how big you are?” she had to ask, not particularly wanting to sugar coat it and cause the mare more strain by making her speak more than she had to.

“Oh...huff...this? It’s...puff...nothing!” Clipsy started to say. “All...huff... worth it! I...puff...love your baking...huff...so much! URRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!”

Cookie had to stand back as Clipsy let go a huge belch that echoed around the street. Ponies that weren’t already staring at the mound of blubber blocking the pavement now turned to see what had caused an ear shattering belch which echoed around the blocks. Cookie just nervously grinned.

“I err...I have to go. Enjoy.” was all Cookie said, vanishing back inside. She had to speak to Doughy. Amazingly, by the time she had trotted around back into Upper Crust, Clipsy had already vanished from the window so Cookie had free reign to speak to Doughy and Pinny without hurting her feelings.

“How HUGE is she???” Cookie asked.

“Well I can’t really say. Maybe a few thousand pounds?” Doughy guessed. “She mentioned the last time she tried to weigh herself on the industrial scales at work they went to their maximum available reading. Of course she can’t do that anymore, not being able to fit inside most buildings. She said she lost her job.”

“Oh gosh, we’ve really messed up.” Cookie said, starting to panic. “Are there other ponies like her who are repeat customers?”

“Not at her size. There are a few mares and stallions who are probably around half her weight? She’s well ahead of the rest though. None of them block the street like she does.” Doughy said. “They eat slower, probably take them at least a few months to get to her size.”

“Were you aware of this?” Cookie asked, turning to Pinny.

“Well, not really. I had heard a rumour there was a pony in town who seemed to be eating for all the city. I wasn’t aware they were referring to Clipsy.” Pinny replied. “The problem might sort itself though.”

“Sort itself? How?” Cookie asked.

“Well, apart from the Princess Twilight, we don’t deliver. I don’t know about you dear but I don’t really fancy getting into the home delivery business. The Princess is an exception. At a guess, Clipsy will at some point lose mobility and have to resort to other foods to eat. Then the pounds will start to vanish.” Pinny explained.

“Well, I hope you’re right. Or she’s going to mount herself on a cart that can take her weight and start being driven here.” Cookie suggested back. She saw Pinny go back into thought.

With the two now only paying attention to their inside customers (who were chubby at best, seeing as they could still fit through the door) the pair had completely lost sight of their window customers. Neither really had the time or need to pay attention and it wasn’t something they had told Doughy to keep an eye on. But...Clipsy was something else. Their (literal) biggest fan by a mile. Cookie wasn’t even aware ponies could be as big as she was. Quite frankly, it was amazing she was alive.

However, Cookie despite being concerned for her customers had an idea. Word was sure to get around town about the super blobby mare who seemed to stop at their bakery every day. Perhaps they could swing her size to use. A few free treats would likely get the mare to agree to what she had in mind. She had a new job for Clipsy in mind.