Upper Crust

The cart approached its first spot on the tour around town. The ponies pulling Clipsy had been told to slow down, but not stop. Just so ponies observing could get a good stare at the cart.

Pinny had done everything he could to make the cart comfortable. The soft suspension, huge pile of cushions and plush sides meant that Clipsy was riding in as much comfort as she could have hoped for. Her fat however still bounced and wobbled as the cart moved its way down the streets. The roads in the city were not exactly maintained well, she felt every small bump cascade up through the carts suspension and into her folds which gently lapped against each other as her weight stayed contained, but shifted around.

Clipsy was somewhat occupied with the food, not taking that much notice of the ponies around her. It was still early and only just now were the streets starting to become occupied as ponies began to make their way to work. At the optimum point, as per the schedule, her cart rounded a corner and started to make its way down the road that led to Bridleway.

As ordered, the four ponies pulling her began to slow down and take the street at a leisurely pace. It wasn’t until Clipsy finished her current bag of treats and looked up she noticed their location. Traffic was still moving, but everypony near the cart or the ones at least who had looked up from their papers or whatever it was they were doing had stopped to stare. Her ears pricked up, from the ones close by, she could already hear the comments.

“My goodness...the size of her!”

“What on Equestria…”

“Hey honey, maybe we could visit the bakery. I kind of like it…” This one was followed by the sound of a smack and a yelp from the pony who had made the comment.

The comments just kept coming as Clipsy slowly made her way through Bridleway. The advertising, or rather, the living, wobbling billboard was having the exact effect that Cookie and Pinny had been hoping for. Clipsy decided to observe from her folds the ponies staring at her. Mostly, it was shock. The majority just stared at her and her immense bulk as it slowly passed them on the street, the ponies scarcely believing that it was possible to be just that fat. She wasn’t sure if they were reading the advertising slogan on the side of the cart, but that wasn’t really her concern.

But there were other voices too. Some who were agreeing with the words painted on the size of the cart. She was sure some of the ponies in the city were gainers, noticing a few of the chunky ones seemingly staring at her first and then down at the slogan and making a mental note of bakery.

Eventually, the cart left Bridleway. Clipsy relaxed again and made for another of the goodie bags that had been given to her for the trip. There was quite a few more stops to last out the day yet.

They passed the Manefair Hotel, the park, Saddle Row, Carneighie Hall and a myriad of other hot spots in the city where it was well known that ponies would be en masse. The route had been carefully worked out by the two bakers so Clipsy would pass by hopefully at the exact right moment where she would have the most impact and be seen by the most sets of eyes.

The reactions in most of these places was the same. Overwhelming amounts of shock as the impossibly obese Clipsy, hauled by four ponies, passed them by. However, whether the ponies looking at her were shocked, amused, interested (or in some cases aroused, that pony from Bridleway wasn’t the only stallion to make a comment and then feel the wrath of their partner) she was getting a good idea that her presence and size was having the desired impact. She wasn’t sure whether or not Cookie and Pinny were going to have hundreds of angry, shocked ponies descend on their bakery or if mostly it was going to be curiosity. Perhaps they might even have piqued the interest of the gainers in the city. In any case, they were certainly going to get more customers.

Clipsy herself was having quite the time of it all. Nopony seemed to approach the cart and if they did, they were warded off by the four ponies hauling her. She was told she was not there to answer questions, just be their mascot and make sure that the advertising on the side was observed so ponies knew where to direct themselves if they did want to find out more.

There was another factor to the cart trip. Clipsy could hardly move herself but could just about manage these days. She always noticed as she moved, her blubber would jostle about and move to her motions, but it was little as she didn’t aggravate herself too much. The cart ride was different, every bump in the road, every little movement the vehicle made without her input (and just either down to her weight leaning on it, or the road surface) travelled back up through it and into her. Almost as if her huge, near immobile fat body was a shock absorber. Thank goodness she was under no obligation to speak to anypony outside the cart, she was wholly absorbed by feeling every little bump and jostle of the cart echo up through her, fat gently bouncing around as she enjoyed the feeling, much to her satisfaction.

There was little for her to do other than sit, eat and enjoy the motion of being toured around the city as the large advertising billboard she was. The cool breeze of the day kept her at a pleasant temperature. On a hot day though, she thought she might have to ask for some ice perhaps. Did bakeries keep that? She wasn’t sure. It was something she could suggest. Maybe they could just pack sheets of it between her folds.

The mare was only halfway through her visits when she noticed she was already on her final bag of treats. Something else to watch out for, not to eat everything too quickly. She had to make it last for the day. Perhaps though...hmm...she had a thought.

“Huff...Hey!”

Clipsy watched as one of the ponies closest to her turned their head around, hearing her cry.

“You...huff...think we can...puff...stop for a snack!?” she asked.

“No can do lardy, we’ve gotta keep to the route!” came the response. Hrm. It was worth an attempt. Clipsy started to munch slower on what she had left. Perhaps she could negotiate up to more bags if this was as big a success as she had observed. For once, she ignored the need for more feed and thought of the greater good if this went well. Even more food. They had better stick to the route.

As the cart rolled its way through the final points of the route, the mare pondered what she would say to the two when they returned. Of course she was going to make out it had been a big success, to sow the seeds of more payment in food. Her mouth salivated a little at the thought of four further bags of goodies once they got back. She just had to make what was left last.

The trip continued, Clipsy enjoying every little wobble and jostle her body got from the road. Perhaps if she was even larger, it would be even more enjoyable…

In any case, they were nearly back to the bakery. The first day was approaching the end. Clipsy was wondering what would greet her when they made it back to Upper Crust.