A Real Classy Dish

by Archy

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3, Anthro, Octavia, Fetish
Length: 5441

After a night out, Octavia's plan to make Vinyl more refined backfires.

The noise of the beat was getting in her head. All that thumping! She was going to have to say something. Octavia looked over to the record player where she had stored the magically enchanted records. Perhaps after some dinner and a showing Vinyl a little of the good life, it would be easier to get Vinyl to listen to them...hmm...

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Please note this story contains fats, weight gain, sex and hypnotism.

Cover art by nekocrispy.

Published 2020-01-30 01:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-30 01:00:01 UTC

A Real Classy Dish

Thump, thump, thumpa-pa-pa-pa, thump, thump, th-th-th-thumpa!

This was...Octavia looked at her watch...hour two. Every week Vinyl spent some time preparing a new mix but usually it was when she was out of the house. In this case, she wasn’t. Her usual meetup with the orchestra was postponed for the evening, the practice hall needed some work doing to it and this was the only time they could work apparently...during an evening...funny that.

Several glasses of wine hadn’t made the situation any better, in fact now a slight thumping headache was compounding with the thump-thump-thump of Vinyl’s DJ equipment. It was lucky they didn’t live near anypony, Octavia was sure that they would have had noise complaints endlessly coming through their mailbox long ago.

Putting down the wine glass which bounced a little on the table in rhythm to the music that was coming from Vinyl’s room, Octavia decided that enough was enough. Surely she must have a pair of headphones or...something! Or at least she’d hoped she would be done soon at any rate.

As she opened the door to her room, it actually moved slightly quicker due to the air pressure waves bouncing off it as the whole room was engulfed in whatever droll club beat Vinyl was putting together next. There was about thirty seconds of Octavia awkwardly watching her twiddle decks and fiddle with consoles until she finally looked up, saw her and stopped the music.

“Hey girl! What’s up!?” came the query, Vinyl totally oblivious to what was about to come her way.

“Vinyl. Do you know what headphones are?” Octavia asked her in a rather soothing, yet questioning tone of voice.

“Of course dummy! I got them right here round my neck!” she replied, moving a hand towards one of the earphones of her pair to give a little look what do you think these are? shove on them for Octavia.

“Well, please - please can you make use of them? The thumping is slightly starting to do my head in Vinyl. Not even my wine glass is sitting on the table without moving to the beat!” Octavia yelled slightly, her anger levels rising.

“Hey well at least your wine glass knows a good tune. Maybe I should invite them to the party I’m prepping for.” Vinyl snickered which was just met by a frown from Octavia. She wasn’t quite sure what to say next. A good tune? Vinyl wouldn’t know a good tune if it invited her out to dinner. Hmmm, that gave her a thought however.

“You know I think we could both use something to eat. I know a place, verrryyy popular among me and my friends in town. What do you say, my treat?” Octavia asked. She watched as Vinyl considered her options.

“Well…I really gotta finish this, but I suppose it can wait. I’m not usually one to turn down a meal.” Vinyl replied, flipping the off switch on her decks and going for her closet. “Wait...how fancy is it? Your friends are all fancy.” she asked, giving Octavia a deadpan look.

“Just wear your nicest dress and that’ll be fine, honestly.” Octavia replied.

“Alright, but if it turns out to be a hoity-toity place where the appetisers are the size of my little finger you’re paying for the burger I have to get after like last time you took me to one of these places.” Vinyl huffed, getting herself ready. Octavia left her to it. Perhaps over dinner, some good food and a small discussion she could talk a little sense into her. It was worth a shot anyway.

-

“A valet service? Now I know it has to be one of those fruity places, bring on the burger!” Vinyl said as they got out the car and a valet took the keys from Octavia to park it. The two were ushered inside and seated at a rather small table for two. Whilst Vinyl was checking her coat Octavia had asked if they could be seated near to the pony playing the grand piano for a little music. It was all part of the plan that was formulating in her head.

The two started to browse the menu, Vinyl choosing from the more meaty dishes as expected with Octavia going for a more greener salad. As they waited, Octavia tapped her feet to the music that was playing and then posed a question to Vinyl.

“So never in your life has this sort of thing appealed to you?” she asked her.

“What?” Vinyl asked, then saw that Octavia was looking towards the piano. “Oh what, you mean the sort of music you like? Sorry Octy, we’re on totally different wavelengths there.” Vinyl replied.

“Okay, I mean I get that - but you know I don’t think I’ve ever even heard you sing. I mean I’ve heard you yell.” Octavia said, getting a small grin out of Vinyl for the quip. “You need a strong voice to be a singer, although I suppose ‘Leading Lady’ isn’t exactly a title that fits you…” Octavia carried on. She knew Vinyl’s nature. If she kept teasing, prodding and dropping hints in just the right way that competitive nature she had within her would come out.

“Well hold on a minute Octy, I mean I’ve got a pretty broad range. I could probably take it on, I just don’t want to.” she retorted.

“I thought you had never sung?” Octavia replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Well no, but that doesn’t mean I can’t. You gotta stop assuming so much about me. We live together but there’s a lot you probably don’t know.”

“I’m sure. Well don’t worry about it. Like you say you’ve no interest and goodness knows I wouldn’t want to force you Vinyl. I mean the life of an opera singer is much different to your current life. There’s the sophistication for a start.” Octavia said.

“The sophistication? Are you saying I couldn’t fit in? All I’d need is a manecut and some of those fancy things you wear. I could totally fit in!” Vinyl shot back.

“It’s not just about looking the part dear. You’d have to play it too. I mean can you really see yourself attending a place like this every day, eating as much food as you like - high quality stuff too and playing for upper class ponies? No you’re right. It really wouldn’t be your thing would it.” Octavia carried on. It was at that moment the food arrived and was put down in front of them, she hoped this would seal the train of thought she had planted in Vinyl’s head.

“Well I...chew...uh.” ah there it was, the first bite. The first of many of high quality, fattening and delicious meals. “I mean I wouldn’t go that far…” Vinyl said, trailing off and taking a few more bites. “Man, this stuff is really good.”

“Well I thought you’d like it. Anyway let's enjoy the meal. Maybe when we’re home I could give you a small taste of it and you could decide them.”

“Sounds fine.”

Octavia just smiled and carried on eating her own meal. When they got back home, she’d dig out those special records she had gotten a few months ago. They didn’t work without the pony having a train of thought geared towards what they did first but now that Vinyl was thinking it, hopefully it would be enough for them to work.

-

“Well that was a good meal, and you didn’t even need that burger you kept harping on about.” Octavia said as she let them both inside, Vinyl made for the couch as she usually did to relax, she wasn’t even thinking about getting back to work this evening. “How about some relaxing music?” Octavia asked.

“Sure, I guess I could stomach some of your fancy music for a little bit.” Vinyl replied. It was clear that she had been put in the mood a little for it by the meal and the sly and subtle taunts Octavia had been using for most of the evening. As she relaxed, Octavia pulled out from near the record player a few unmarked sleeves. She had bought a couple, just in case one might not have had the desired effect. Magical items were abound in Equestria but she had never seen magical records. These were operatic ones, so right up Octavia’s alley - the seller had told her that they were enchanted in a way that they would push the pony listening to them more towards the lifestyle that the music encapsulated. Putting one on the turntable but not pressing down the needle to play it just yet she silently walked up behind Vinyl and pulled her earphones up to cover her ears.

“Hey, what gives?!” she asked, a little taken back by Octavia putting them on for her.

“What? I just thought this would really let you appreciate the music more! Besides I can still hear it.” the cellist lied. “Just relax and listen.”

Finally after she had plugged in Vinyl’s headphones, she let the needle drop on the record and watched as Vinyl started to listen. “Not bad?” she asked.

“Well, no not bad. Not exactly good either. Relaxing though...what’s with all the wailing?” Vinyl asked hearing the soothing sound of the singer through the record.

“That’s called a Soprano. If you had a high vocal range you could do that I bet.” Octavia replied.

“What do you mean if. Of course I could do that. Look I’ll prove it right now!” Vinyl said, getting up and taking a huge breath of air.

“Really Vinyl, you literally just started…”

Octavia shut her mouth immediately, clearly the magic in these records was very strong. She watched in amazement as Vinyl began to belt out a near perfect copy of what was on the record. Octavia knew what she was listening to, it was a fairly standard operatic tune. The fact that the record was clearly and quickly making Vinyl into an almost perfect Soprano was a telling fact of just how strong the magic was. As she sung, Octavia could feel herself becoming somehow...drawn towards her. There was something about her voice, it was influencing her. She knew she had to do something but as of yet, it wasn’t clear what. The more she sang, the more a message was almost seeping through into her brain. But Vinyl didn’t quite keep at it long enough for it all to get through. When the music finished (not a mean feat seeing as opera music was often long) she gave Vinyl a moment to compose herself, watching as she took quite a few deep breaths.

“Told you I could.” Vinyl said. “Wasn’t so hard actually, almost as if I was being coached along by it.” she replied, sitting back down on the sofa. “I know we just had a big meal, but I feel kinda hungry too. We got any snacks?”

“Oh right yes...in the fridge.” Octavia said, still a little stunned. “I just...okay, well at least you’ve had a taste. Did you enjoy it?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, actually I might have another go tomorrow.” Vinyl said, rummaging around the fridge trying to find as many snacks as she could to pull out, despite the large meal it seemed she had suddenly acquired a pretty reasonable appetite. “Anyway I’m going to bed, night Octy.” she said, and with that and an armful of snacks, vanished into her bedroom leaving Octavia to take in and absorb what had just happened. That magic was too good, and her voice...there was a quality to it. Octavia just tried to shake her head and get her mind off it, but it was no good. There was definitely something there that was different, bar the fact it was amazing in itself that in about an instant the music had transformed Vinyl in the best Soprano that Octavia had ever heard. She’d even give the one in her group a run for her money. She’d have to just wait and see what tomorrow would bring.

-

The next morning, Octavia got up and didn’t find Vinyl buried in her DJ decks but instead in the fridge. It was nearly empty.

“Uh, you okay? That’s a lot of food…” Octavia said, looking at the mess Vinyl had made pulling out whatever she could find to eat. It wasn’t just that, the usually extremely slender mare had developed a slightly pudgy gut. Octavia supposed that was what you get for raiding the entire contents of the fridge early in the morning. She watched as Vinyl pulled her head out from the shelves, her cheeks comically bulging out still stuffed with food which was quickly swallowed.

“Yeah, funniest thing. Ever since last night I just want to keep eating. Guess that fancy meal must have had an effect somehow...who knows.” Vinyl said, taking more armful's of food back towards the couch and starting to guzzle it down. “You going shopping later? Sorry uh, we’re kinda out of food.”

“I guessed.” Octavia sighed, but Vinyl wasn’t really listening. Already she had put the headphones back on and was ever so slightly bopping her head along to the music and quietly singing along in that new voice of hers to the tune. There it was again, that feeling of compulsion to do....something. Food? Why was she thinking of food? Octavia shook her head from side to side to try to remove the feeling and waved a hand in front of Vinyl’s face to get her attention. “You’re listening to it voluntarily?” she asked.

“Yeah! There’s something about it. Funny actually, before you got up I went out for some snacks and ran into a pony in town who heard me humming it. He asked if I was your roommate, apparently he’s in your orchestra and you’ve described me before. When I said yes, he was intrigued. Said he hadn’t heard a voice like that before and wanted to ask me to come along to some session they’re having at the opera hall. You know anything about it?” she asked, still munching on snacks.

“Hmm...oh wait. Taller pony, glasses, has a really outdated fashion sense and manecut?” Octavia asked.

“Yeaaahhhhh, I didn’t comment on that. He was being nice.” Vinyl laughed.

“Yes, you ran into our conductor. I may have mentioned you once or twice. I think they were looking for a Soprano for some kind of special opera happening in a couple of months because ours doesn’t have the vocal range needed. Maybe he heard it in you…” Octavia said, still a little surprised this had all occurred.

“Cool, well the pay was good. More than I make at a usual club gig so I figured I’d give it a shot. I’ll be out Wednesday for it.” Vinyl explained, going back to the fridge, she had already finished what was in front of her in the short time they had been talking. As she got up Octavia noticed that gut had just grown again, now pushing out slightly from under her shirt and wobbling a little as she moved around. As well as that, her hips were starting to struggle to contain her growing thighs.

“No problem, look I’ll go out shopping. Won’t be long.” Octavia said, grabbing her keys and making for the door. “Just, don’t eat the fridge if you can help it.” she said with a nervous smile as she shut it behind her, leaving Vinyl alone in the house.

-

It had been a few weeks since the night Octavia had played the records to Vinyl. The change in lifestyle for both of them had been rather...concerning, at least for Octavia. Vinyl didn’t seem to realise what was happening, but it was safe to say that the life of a Soprano had really taken hold.

It seemed as well that Octavia’s plan had backfired a little, she wasn’t expecting the side effect the music had on Vinyl to take this much of a literal hold. Generally by trade, Soprano’s were quite large and it seemed Vinyl was living up to that stereotype with great ease.

Her eating had increased dramatically. Every day when Octavia got home she would find Vinyl sitting on the couch, often surrounded by various bags of food flotsam that she had been snacking on all day whilst trying to sing and project her voice. She had become lazy, the decks in her room hadn’t been turned on in weeks and she had cancelled any upcoming commitments she had to appear at clubs. The mare had totally given in to her new lifestyle after the visit to the opera hall had gone swimmingly and Vinyl had been hired on the spot as their new Soprano for the upcoming performance. In fact it was the only time she left the house now, to practice when she was required at the venue. Apparently as well she was getting fed there, Octavia hadn’t heard much apart from some of her friends mention that they felt like they needed to lay on a spread of food every time she attended...odd, but they were long sessions. Perhaps it was needed.

Over those weeks as well, the increased eating had a great effect on her body. Her whole frame must have now weighed at least three of four hundred pounds by Octavia’s estimate. Perhaps even more, she hadn’t managed to get Vinyl on the scales and she thought it would be rude to just flat out ask. In any case she could just see it with her own eyes. Shirts she wore now just about covered her upper parts, namely her fattened breasts which pressed heavily against the now far too small shirts she insisted were the correct size still and that Octavia was making a big deal about nothing. She had shrugged it off when it was pointed out to her that her massive stomach protruded far beyond what the shirt was capable of withholding. Her fat rolls jiggled as she walked, wobbling around like a huge marshmallowy mass.

The rest of her body hadn’t fared any better either. Her gigantic thighs made her monster ass cheeks clap together as she walked. It was something that was getting more and more noticeable the bigger and bigger she got with every passing day. Forget any pants. Most days she just wore a pair of undies which struggled to even stay visible between her bloated butt cheeks, material stretched to its very limit as she forced the thin lace to cover her marehood. Not that it really made much of a difference, Vinyl was getting to the point of being so large that her massive, overhanging gut covered it for her.

What Octavia didn’t know was that whilst she was out of the house, Vinyl had been getting into the whole Soprano lifestyle in a way she wasn’t even aware of. There was something about being this large and fantasizing about being even larger that was making Vinyl eat more and more each day. When Octavia left the house with the music playing she found she was getting incredible aroused by her size. Being able to work her hands in between her folds, toy with them and feel the warmth of her fat squish against her as well as toy with herself was rather alluring. Breasts that were as big as her head and ones she was able to easily grope and wobble around, even having a little milk spill from them when she was really in the moment was absolutely wonderful. As well as all the jiggles when she was really getting into it, gosh the jiggling. It was almost hypnotic. Watching as hundreds of pounds of soft, flabby fat rolls gently slapped against each other was so arousing. She had spent hours just kneading, plying and smooshing her own blubber for enjoyment. She had even started doing things like purposefully bouncing her legs up and down whilst she fingered herself, letting enjoyable ripples dance up her body and wobble her whole frame whilst she panted from lusty pleasure. The life of a big fatty had really taken Vinyl, with the help of those magical records of course which the effects of she was completely unaware of. However, some of it was her own doing - she would never have dreamed when she was slim that being large could be this enjoyable.

It was one of these days several weeks in that Octavia found her once more sat on the sofa, but strangely this time - the food was mostly untouched. Perhaps she had been snacking on something else? Octavia wasn’t sure. In any case she unpacked the shopping she had brought home with her (she now made sure that she went every day so they weren’t out of food, she had to eat herself as well) careful not to disturb Vinyl who was once more listening to the magical recordings. It wasn’t until Octavia sat down next to her on the sofa that she could see in Vinyl’s eyes there was something different about them, but before she could start thinking about it, Vinyl had turned her head to face her and just grinned, hardly blinking. She knew exactly what she was doing, staring into the eyes of Octavia there was something about that swirling...spinning...pattern. Vinyl was staring deeply and intently into her, now completely unblinking as she focused her gaze, wants and desires onto Octavia.

Without a second thought Octavia found she was picking up a pie, conveniently placed on the table in front of the couch and taking a few slices. Vinyl was singing, ever so softly, but the words were coming through, a beautiful rendition of one of Octavia’s favorite opera pieces actually. But now, she knew she had to eat and so did Vinyl, suddenly it was all becoming clear. One slice for Vinyl, and one for her…

She didn’t question it, no why am I feeding both of us? It was just happening, Octavia felt compelled and Vinyl had said nothing but was simply singing still, the more she sang the more Octavia felt she needed to eat and Vinyl needed to be fed. That soothing voice was pushing her towards grabbing more and more pie slices and pushing it into her and Vinyl’s mouth when the first one vanished. The two eating together made the situation rather highly...charged, was the best way of describing it. Soon Octavia couldn’t help but find she was leaning her own growing body against Vinyl. In a short time and eating such fattening treats, Octavia found her own stomach was gently pressing against Vinyls, having gained more than just several pounds of fat herself. She was wondering if the food was enchanted, although it seemed unlikely. In any case, all she wanted to do right now was feed herself, Vinyl...there was something inside her calling, yelling for more. It wasn’t helped by Vinyl repeating that word, seemingly amplifying the feeling.

“More…”

The stare from Vinyl got more intense, she focused her gaze right onto Octavia’s very soul. The influence she was putting out and the control she was exerting over her was overpowering. Now she was picking up two slices of pie, cramming them in both their mouths and making their cheeks puff out being stuffed with so much food. There was gentle, rhythmic chewing as the two looked into each others eyes as they ate, fattened breasts rubbing against one another. Stomachs gently sloshing as jiggling fat rolls bounced up and down, off one another...it was getting a little too much for the pair.

“More…” came the gentle coo again from Vinyl, but this time was wasn’t talking about food. Her gaze now directed down towards a more sensitive area, her wants being projected onto a far more sexual desire in mind. With a slight gasp, she felt herself relax as Octavia let two fingers slip between her cooch, gently massaging her marehood as she continued to use her free hand to feed Vinyl. The gentle play and feeding was a dream come true, it was in fact over before she felt it had even really begun, a gentle release leaving the middle of her bloated thighs as she quivered slightly in pleasure at the hypnotised Octavia feeding and pleasuring her.

Eventually the food however vanished, Vinyl taking a last bite of pie and Octavia grinning and doing the same. Once their gaze was broken, Octavia took a moment to come to, immediately taking note of a gut that now protruded outwards from her shirt. Nowhere near the level of Vinyl’s but it was indeed noticeable. She gasped slightly, her mind now her own again.

“W-What…”

Vinyl just continued to look her way with a grin. “What, you didn’t enjoy that? I sure did.” she teased, letting out a small belch of appreciation that bounced off the walls. “You might want to wash your hands…”

“Oh uh...sure?” was the response, with Octavia vanishing to clean herself up and try to remember what had happened. Vinyl sank back into the sofa, that was a lot of fun. Maybe she could make it a nightly thing, Octavia could stand to gain a little weight…

-

A few more weeks went by. In fact by this stage, Vinyl was hardly having to resort to hypnotism anymore. It seemed that there was something about being a fatty that was appealing to Octavia as well, if she was nowhere near as big as Vinyl.

Vinyl had gained so much weight she was struggling to leave the house, only leaving when she had to for food when Octavia wasn’t able to get it. On occasion Octavia had spotted her with other ponies, it was strange. She hadn’t interacted with any of them, just looked from a distance but they all seemed to follow her around with almost a docile movement and hardly said a word. Another thing was every time she did she had to grease the door and slide her bloated body between the frame, lest she got trapped without the grease. In any case, the pounds she had put on over the past month since she had started down this road, perhaps a little against her will, had made her absolutely gigantic.

Probably approaching a thousand pounds by this point, no clothes got close to fitting her anymore. She struggled in fact to get on even the XXXL stuff. Lingerie just about fitted but for her upcoming performance she had gotten a special extra large dress put together, which even now as she gained more weight every day was struggling to stay on her growing body. She feared it might have to be let out again.

Food and eating had now become her daily past time. The more she ate the bigger she got and the more she was just enjoying her size. Jello-like rolls of blubber had overtaken her legs, working their way up to a bloated mass that might as well have been a personal seat she could take wherever she went, her buttocks so enlarged that they devoured any panties she put on, the useless material vanishing between her rear as soon as she managed to haul them up her legs and onto her waist.

Her flabby stomach supported a very soft pair of breasts which sat atop it like two doughy round wrecking balls that would have weighed heavily upon her body if it wasn’t for her huge counterweight of a belly. She had stopped counting the rolls a week ago, now so many and numerous that she discovered new ones every day for her to enjoy. Whereas a few weeks back she had been able to roll and wobble her stomach with ease, now her size was so great it took a concerted effort of grabbing fistfulls of fat and shaking it from side to side. Magic had been a great help, summoned hands making it nice and easy to get to areas she could no longer reach herself. Whilst Octavia had been more than helpful pleasuring her, there were areas even she couldn’t quite get to. It was lovely to give herself some real seeing to when she was able, which was now on a daily basis as she stayed home and focused solely on fattening up.

In any case, the big performance was tonight. Vinyl would be the star of the show and Octavia was in the concert backing her up. The only thing she had heard Vinyl muttering about this morning was something to do with her performance. All eyes on me, especially the royalty she had heard from a faint whisper. It was a little disconcerting but she had decided to ignore it, she clearly just wanted to be in the limelight for her big performance. After a little fun at breakfast, she got herself and Vinyl ready to make their way there.

“I assume you’re driving?” Vinyl asked.

“Actually no, we are walking. You’re far too big for the car. I suspect the suspension would give out as soon as your fat ass squeezed its way inside.” Octavia chuckled. Vinyl sighed, she was happy to walk as long as they stopped for some food on the way. At least that would make up for the lost calories.

The two found quite quickly a fast food place, serving burgers of all things. Octavia thought it amusing that Vinyl after a month had finally found her burger that she hadn’t needed on that night out. A few other ponies gave her stares, quite in awe of her huge size as her butt almost swallowed the stool she was sat on. There was a creaking too as it tried to support her weight and just about held up under the pressure of the huge Vinyl leaning her full weight on it.

“Funny isn’t it.” Octavia said.

“Hmmm?” Vinyl replied, taking a bite of her burger.

“Well just all this, I’d have never dreamed in a month you’d go for DJ to Soprano. But you seem to have impressed, the conductor never shuts up about your amazing vocal range.”

“Well, he knows talent clearly when he hears it. I’m the best, he said so himself.” Vinyl replied. It wasn’t just that her body had taken to the lifestyle, so had her attitude. Octavia had noticed over the past weeks that Vinyl had definitely become more confident and assertive in not only her words but also her actions. A number of times now Octavia had heard her ask for food and snap her fingers as if it needed to be done instantly. The plan hadn’t exactly gone completely as she liked, but at least she didn’t need to put up with that terrible DJ music pounding every night now when she was home. Now she just had to put up with a very large, very food focused Vinyl who had become a little bit of a diva.

The two finished eating. Vinyl had helped herself to three burgers and a mountain of fries whereas Octavia had stuck with something a lot more modest. Thankfully the doors to the place were double wide and it was easy to get out and slowly walk the rest of the way to the concert hall. Octavia didn’t want to exert much pressure on Vinyl to get there quickly which is why they had left in plenty of time. Vinyl was panting a little too as she walked, her fat legs rubbing together as they made their way along the streets.

Finally getting there, it was only a matter of preparing. With the stage set and Octavia at her cello and Vinyl at a microphone, they started their performance. Octavia hadn’t been told and Vinyl had kept it a secret, but sitting right in the front row was Princess Celestia, Luna and Twilight Sparkle. It turns out the performance was such a big deal not because of what was being played, but of who was being played to. As Vinyl took to a stage and that creaked under the weight of her, Octavia focused on playing her instrument. She hoped they’d enjoy the performance, she could already see them all starting at Vinyl, that hypnotic voice of hers starting to penetrate through to their thoughts, the unwavering gaze as she stared down at them knowing that once the concert was over all three of them would be totally bent to her will. Whether or not they were paying attention to her singing, or her size, she really wasn’t too sure...