Author's Note

Content Notification: Kink (fat, weight gain, immobility, D/s, worship, food), aroused genitalia

Dress Order at Carousel Boutique

Rarity hurried around her boutique, nervously performing last minute tidying. Were the pounds of extra fabric sorted in a visually pleasing manner? Was the room cleared for space? The white-coated unicorn knew that everything would have to be perfect for a client of such grandiosity; of such status. Freya Dragon, a Canterlot lady of many titles, chose her, of all the designers in Equestria, to design an assortment of dresses.

She certainly wouldn’t speak of her as such, but Rarity, along with the rest of Equestria, knew Madame Freya to be an incredibly large lady. While one would expect a certain largeness from any dragon, Madame Freya wasn’t remarkably large in her frame, but rather her build. To put it plainly, the lady was obese; shockingly obese. While other dragons, at least to the extent known by residents of Equestria, were usually understood to be tougher and harder, Freya had taken a different path. She was the first of her kind to choose to take up residence in a pony settlement, and in Canterlot, no less. She had a natural charm to her mannerisms, a taste for the sophisticated, and a draconic dominance behind her every opinion.

Freya quickly became a very influential lady in Canterlot, and her dress size grew with her notoriety. It became clear that her draconic body and its slow metabolism would continue to readily hoard adipose with such a pampered, sedentary lifestyle. Coupled with her unusually ravenous appetite for more than just gemstones, It didn’t take long for her to become the most obese creature in Equestria, and there was little doubt her title of ‘most obese’ extended into the Dragonlands as well.

Making a dress for the Freya Dragon, the fattest creature in Equestria, would be a challenge unlike any Rarity had experienced. Despite this, the fashionista held confident; her larger patrons deserved to feel gorgeous, and it was up to her to make sure that they did.

Rarity’s train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a raised voice outside. “Well, if there are no more doughnuts, then I expect you to find the finest doughnut shop in town and restock! I will not be without my treats on the journey back to Canterlot! Travel is exhausting enough as it is!” Even if she hadn’t mentioned the name of the city, the unicorn could recognize the tone and accent of a Canterlotian anywhere. She gave a speedy trot to the door to greet her client, but stopped in the doorframe at the incredible sight. A sizable airship had made the space in front of her boutique into a makeshift aerodrome, with the obese dragoness “seated” upon the majority of its deck. From this vantage point, Freya was certainly huge, but the true extent of her weight only set it as the unicorns of her entourage effortfully performed a collective teleport spell on the lady, moving her from the airship to the rug placed upon the grass and dirt.

The renowned Freya Dragon was more than obese. She was enormous beyond words. The well-decorated hind claws of the dragoness were about a half foot off the ground, on account of the size of her belly, and well…it was obvious that Freya would not again know the sensation of ground against her claws for the rest of her days. The dragoness directs a passive aggressive comment to the unicorns for the teleport she considered too rough, but quickly turns her head to address Rarity.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rarity,” she says, holding out the back of her right front claw.

Rarity realized she’d been staring this entire time, and awkwardly replies, “The p-pleasure is mine, ma’am! You have no idea how excited I am to be working on your project.”

The dragoness clears her throat, still holding out her claw.

“Oh, I apologize, my lady. Where are my manners?”

Rarity was much too short to reach her claw without stepping up the front of her belly, and she really hoped Freya wouldn’t mind. The mare raised one hoof up her body and placed the base of the other against the palm of her claw. Rarity expected her belly to be plush because of her weight, but sweet Celestia, her scales were absolutely luxuriousas well.

She gave her greeting kiss upon one of the sapphires bejeweling her gold rings, and the first thing out of the mare’s muzzle upon lifting it was, “Madame, your scales…I adore them. How did you possibly get them this immaculate?”

Freya was absolutely glowing with pride. She held her snout high as she answered, “I don’t dare go a single day without my spa treatment, and every week, I have my scales exfoliated and polished.”

“Oh, I can tell, darling. You are clearly a lady who knows what she deserves.”

Her eyes linger on the mare for a moment. “That I am, Rarity. Now, if you’ll be a dear, I need you to lay down a tape measure on the floor of your boutique. I’ll have myself teleported in on top.”

“Yes, ma’am!,” vowed the mare, darting back inside.

With Rarity making preparations, the obese dragoness proceeds to shout in no particular direction, “Your Goddess requires a teleport! Do not keep her waiting! And I expect you to be gentler this time!” With a flash, Freya is placed inside the Carousel Boutique. She pushes her reading glasses back up her snout with a digit of her claw, rolling her eyes. “It’s a wonder they haven’t knocked the wind out of me yet!,” Freya galled. “Do they have any idea how much I already struggle to draw breath? It really is unacceptable!” With a final scoff, the obese dragoness turns her eyes to Rarity. “Well, dear? I await your service.”

“Right away, ma’am!”

As Rarity begins to magically lift the measuring tape around the girth of her client, her heart sinks. She had chosen a dragon-sized tape measure, but Freya was not an ordinary dragon; it only reached around almost half her waist. How could she not have foreseen this? Rarity dropped the far end of the tape measure to the ground, and levitated another tape measure and some actual tape over to herself.

While admiring the ring of pearls around one of her wrists, Freya idly asks, “Is there an issue, Rarity?”

Rarity froze halfway into turning the two tape measures into one. “Well, darling, you're—err…well, I must've grabbed the wrong tape measure…would you care for tea, my lady?”

The obese dragoness glances back with a grin on her snout. “Mmm, yes. The one for ponies, I presume? And yes I would. Extra sugar. Do not hold back. Do you have a sense of how much sugar you can add to a cup of tea before it’s unable to dissolve any more, Ms. Rarity?”

“Y—Yes, ma'am! That's just it! And, well, I’m sure I can sort that out for you, ma’am…,” faltered Rarity as she levitated an empty cup into Freya’s claws. This was followed by a porcelain tea pot and sugar dispenser, which the unicorn took great care to keep away from her position at the lady’s side.

“The tape measure for ponies, and and not the one for utterly obese dragons? Correct, Ms. Rarity?” The mare froze. Freya was teasing her. “Rarity, dear, you are being very considerate, but I promise you that the most obese creature in Equestria is more than aware of her own size.”

The unicorn’s face burned hot with embarrassment.

“You are a very attractive mare, Rarity. I enjoy watching you squirm~”

And the unicorn’s face only burned hotter.

The dragoness continued, “It’s been quite a spell since I was last accompanied to dinner by a mare. Would you care to join me? There is a restaurant in Canterlot that I just love. Of course, I’ll be sure to cover all your expenses.”

Rarity nearly shouted, “Canterlot?! With someone as gorgeous as you?!” She realized just how much she let her collected persona drop. “Ahem…I apologize, ma’am. I would be overjoyed to accompany you for dinner…” She knew this would undoubtedly have an effect on her waist, but considering how well Freya wore it, well…it wouldn’t be too bad of a fate, right?

The dragoness had gone back to admiring her bejeweled and bepearled claws while the mare stuttered out her answer. Freya simply said, “Perhaps it would be wise to take my measurements after dinner. Go tell my entourage that the Goddess of Obesity is ready to leave, and we will be off.” Returning her gaze to the unicorn, she adds, “Oh, and Rarity? Don’t be afraid to pack for a long weekend, dear.”

“Fffuck…ahem…y—yes, ma’am…” Rarity was past caring that nectar was running down her hind legs.

Freya’s eyes narrow sensually. “Good girl~”

The blushing mare brought the back of a hoof to her forehead and collapsed on her fainting couch. “Whisk me away, darling! Make me yours, you bountiful beauty! I will be like the jewel on your necklace! Lay me upon your rolls!”

The dragoness takes a sip of her tea, before playfully replying, “I’ll have my airship whisk you away once you’ve informed my entourage of our departure, dear. Perhaps you’ve noticed my weight?” She takes another sip, giving her hind claws a stretch against the belly fat they’ve sunken into. She was absolutely going to have Rarity rub them after dinner. If not, the unicorn planned on asking anyway.

Another wave of heat washes over her face. “Yes…right. Ahem. Of course…mmmpf. Yes, my Goddess~” With that, Rarity trots back outside while humming a tune. She was going to have the best weekend of her life.