“Well what if I don’t want to be a blob? I’m the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria!” Fleur-de-Lis shouted.

“Equestria you may have, but you shall be ze laughing stock of Canterlot if you do not eat something!” Photo Finish retorted.

“Ever since Blueblood and that country bumpkin got together, everypony’s been all about ‘eat! eat! eat!’ Well I’m sick of it! If you insist on promoting this ‘Big and Beautiful’ line, you can find yourself another top model!” Fleur turned and angrily stormed out of the studio.

It was true, Photo Finish thought, that Blueblood was a bit... Heavier, than before. At the afterparty the day after the Gala, when Blueblood waddled out into the grand ballroom with that Rarity mare, it had been a shock, to say the least. Of course Princess Celestia had questions, but when she saw just how deeply they loved each other, she decided to let them be.

“Und now, ze models are revolting. Both vays, but as long as zat is what ze critics vant, it is vat I shall give zem.” Photo had a low opinion of the ‘large and in charge’ crowd, but her livelihood depended on pleasing them. If only, she thought, I could find a stallion who has enough money, somepony who vill take care of me, somepony like...

Hoity Toity, Canterlot’s greatest fashion critic, sat patiently in the design room, the ‘Fabritory’, according to the sign above the door.. Since the Gala, he was one of the few nobles who hadn’t gained any weight. Trim and fit as a fiddle, he snorted and said, “Well Miss Finish? I haven’t got all day. Please show me this suit you made me for the event.”

“Ja, das ist correct. Stay vere you are, I’ll be right back.” With a twirl, Photo disappeared through a door marked ‘Storage’.

Hoity waited, watching the clock. Almost five minutes passed by the time Photo Finish came back, wheeling a rack of what appeared to be silk blankets.

“I certainly hope this isn’t what I think it is.”

“I... Lost your measurements. I had to use a different model for zis suit, und he was... Bigger, than you.” Photo hung her head in shame.

“Nothing to help it, I suppose. But I do like it, if only it were more my size. Could you take my measurements and make a second one?”

“Wha- Oh! JA! I can do zat! Let me get my measuring tape!”

After taking his measurements, Photo glanced at the clock.

“If I start now, I might be able to finish it in time for ze event. I vill send someone to escort you here ven I am finished.”

“That’s acceptable, Miss Finish. I’ll see you later.” Hoity Toity turned and walked out the door.

‘Vat heff I gotten myself into?’ Photo thought with despair.

Hours later, Hoity Toity sat in Donut Joe’s Donut Shop, enjoying an apple fritter. The bell chimed and a male voice shouted, “Hey, Mister Toity! Miss Finish has a message for you!”

Hoity turned to see the speaker, a young grey unicorn with a shock of red hair.

“Yes? Well? Out with it, boy! Is my suit finished?” Hoity demanded.

To his credit, the pony didn’t so much as flinch.

“No, sir. She said for me to tell you she can’t finish it, sir. That you’ll need to find another designer, sir.” He said dutifully, then turned and walked out.

“What am I to do?” He thought out loud, “The event is tomorrow morning, and with Photo Finish incapacitated somehow, the only suit I have available is...”

Hoity Toity then got an idea. He got a wonderful idea. Hoity Toity got a wonderful, awful idea.

If the suit is too big, what if...

“Donut Joe!” He shouted, startling the napping pony, “Give me one of everything!”

“You, ah, you sure, Mister Toity?” He said, stunned.

Hoity shovelled food into his mouth, barely stopping to chew as he crammed donut after donut down his throat.

“Woah, buddy, ya think you had enough?” Joe shouted, still shocked at the sight of one of Canterlot’s most important ponies not only eating at his shop, but at the rate he was eating, he’d soon be out of stock! He’d have to call in for a delivery!

“No *munch* I need *smack* to fit *crumgrumblgum* into *murmhmm* that suit!”

Donut Joe had no idea what he was talking about, but if Mister Toity wanted it, he had to give it.

Hoity’s paunch grew, his stomach swelling from the half-chewed pastries. His rear, once fit and proper, was beginning to sag with weight. Joe circled around to his rear, wondering if he would ever stop.

At the speed he was going, it was inevitable he’d swallow some air.

*fffpprrffftt!*

The fart blew directly into Joe’s face, whipping his cap off and blowing his mane back. He recoiled, the stench driving him away, but at the same time, unbeknownst to him, something was stirring inside. Something hidden away, never seen before, but always there, waiting to be awakened.

Joe sat stunned. He had never seen anything like it! Hoity Toity, the stallion who had practically reinvented proper manners, had just passed gas! He had... Farted! In his shop! In his face! And... Why had it felt so... Good?

Snapping him out of his mental wanderings, Hoity shouted at him for his attention.
"Hello? Are you deaf? I said I want more!"

Looking around, Joe was stunned. The floor was covered in wrappers and napkins, and not a donut was to be seen. “Uh, I’m sorry Mister Toity, I don’t think we have anymore donuts.”

“Then get me something! Anything! I must be the correct size by the time of the event!”

“Well, I have a reserve of cream, but that strictly for baking emergencies, so I don’t think-”

“Yes! That!” Hoity cut him off, “I want that!”

“Uhh, how will you be paying?” Joe asked with trepidation.

“PAying? My good stallion, charge it!” Hoity scoffed.

With a cautious shrug, Joe went around the counter to the back room, returning with a hose marked ‘Emergency Cream’. You may be wondering, dear reader, why Joe has a tank of emergency cream. Well you see the answer is-- Hey look a fat pony!

“So, do you want this in your mouth, or..?”

“I need my mouth to tell you when to shut it off, you nincompoop!” Hoity shouted.

“Okay, okay, jeez. Wait, that means...” Joe suddenly realized.

“Yes, put it back there!”

Joe walked around Hoity’s back again, hoping this time to not get a ‘present’ like last time. The smell of eggs still hung around the room, and he was certain the smell would never fully leave. Guess I’ll need to run over to Air Fresheners and building materials, he thought.

Joe slid the hose between Hoity’s ass cheeks, looking for... There it was! With his hooves, Joe held Hoity’s butthole open just wide enough to slide the hose to in with his magic. Withdrawing his hooves, he heard a gasp from the pony’s front end as his butt clamped around the cold pipe. He walked over to the tank and, with a short prayer to Celestia, turned it on.

Suddenly, Hoity’s body surged forward, his belly, his butt, his legs and chin, all grew, plumping out as the tube worked it’s magic. He moaned in pleasure as he grew, penis growing thicker and harder, his belly reaching the floor.

His rear grew around the hose, massive wobbling pillows billowing in Joe’s face. His massive belly grew between his legs, propping his hardening dick towards Joe. It was remarkable how calm Hoity was, not squirming or anything as his body expanded.

But... Hoity Toity wasn’t the only one growing. Between Joe’s legs, something felt off. Looking down, he saw his dick withdrawing from it’s sheath, growing harder and longer as it went. How is this turning me on?! Joe thought, panicked, I’m not into fat stallions! I’m not even into stallions at all! But the evidence was right there, a good fifteen inches of rock-hard cock, a single drop of pre waiting at the tip.

Looking back up, he saw that the tank had finally run out. Hoity’s hooves were a foot off the ground, his ass looking big and cushiony, his legs thicker than tree trunks. And there stood his erection, pressing into his belly fat. It throbbed slightly, as Joe’s mind ran wild with thoughts.

He knew what he had to do.

“Uh, Mister Toity, I’ve got a bit of a problem here, I don’t suppose you could--!” He said, moving around to his front.

Hoity’s face was huge! His cheeks were as big as softballs, his lips were plump! Four, maybe five chins propped his head up, all of which were sitting on a belly that pushed into the counter! His eyes caught sight of Joe’s pride and joy and, with a muffled shout, began squirming as if to move forwards.

Joe climbed up on the counter and stepped onto Hoity’s mountain of a belly, his hooves sinking deep into the malleable mass. Hoity opened his mouth as wide as he could, which, all things considered, was wider than one might expect.

Joe slid his cock down Hoity’s gullet, stopping only when he felt the back of his throat. In, out, in, out, he moved, thrust after thrust sending ripples through Hoity’s blobbish body. Ass cheeks, big as pillows, shaking, his sides, a good seven feet wide, wobbling like jello.

As he grew nearer to finishing, he began to hear a rumbling sound from his partner’s belly. Faster and faster he went, the jiggling and rumbling of the bloated critic arousing him to no end.

Suddenly, he stretched out as far as he could, back arching like a cat, and came, hard.

Hoity’s cock shuddered, cum blasting out of the tip and across the floor.

Cum sputtered around Hoity’s lips, most of it forcing it’s way down his throat. The rumble came to a head, and suddenly all was silent.

*grrrrFFFFTTBBRRRRFFFFFFFT!*

The hose flew out of Hoity’s backside, drops of cream flying out of the end, cream pouring out of Hoity’s hole. Cream splattered the wall behind him, ponies outside jumping at the audible fart and ensuing splatter. The cloud of gas was almost visible, the stink of it spread around the room. Hoity moaned in pleasure at the release, his tongue rubbing around Joe’s cock.

Joe pulled out and stepped down, Hoity’s body shaking as he climbed down. Suspended six feet up, Hoity’s chubby face was dripping with Joe’s personal cream filling.

“Yes... I think I’ll fit now...” Hoity muttered, before he passed out.

Author's Note

What happened to Photo Finish? What event is everypony going on about? How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a tootsie pop? Will Greydoran ever learn how to write?

All these and more may or may not be answered in the next exciting installment of Fattyville: Bluebloat!

Yep, I'm doing a storyline thing here. I'm still taking suggestions of course, who knows, you might see your character balloon full of nice, pillowy fat, with a big, round, booty, just, ripe, for, plundering...