Photo Finish was just putting the finishing touches on Hoity Toity’s new suit, a stitch here, a tassel there, when suddenly the door to the studio flew open.

“Alright, Photo-Bitch, I’m gonna make one thing clear!” Fleur shouted, dropping the Prench accent and switching to her native Manehattan, “I am not, repeat AM NOT gonna be seen with those bloated cows you call ‘models’! You better fire them, cause you sure ain’t gonna fire me!”.

Photo never even turned away from her work; Hoity Toity’s suit had to be finished by the event tomorrow, and she could hardly afford any distractions.

“EXCUSE ME! ARE YOU DEAF?! I’M TALKIN’ HERE!” Fleur shrieked into Photo’s ear.

“Nien, I am not deaf, I simply do not hear anysing important or interesting.”.

“I’m quitting, get it?! I’m outta here! Bucko! Zip! I’m gone! Good luck replacing me, you chubby-chasing freak!”

“Okay. If chu do not vork here, leave.” Photo continued to work on the suit, hardly paying the raging model any attention.

“Oh, you wanna do this the hard way? Fine!” Fleur’s horn lit up, and... Rip! The 10,000 bit suit specially rush-commissioned for the event was now in several pieces on the floor.

Photo turned around, murder in her eyes. “Chu vill vish chu did not just do zat.” She growled through clenched teeth.

“What’ll ya do? Turn me inta one o’ yer new fat models?” Fleur didn’t know what tempting fate meant.

Photo’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.” She said firmly. Spinning around and pressing on a conveniently located switch, she shouted, “Chu vill be ze fattest vone of zem all! Bwahahaha!”

Suddenly, shackles rose out of the floor, locking around Fleur’s hooves. A cage dropped down from the ceiling and landed directly over her horn, preventing her from using magic to escape.

“What the buck is wrong with you you psycho kraut bitch!” She shouted in surprise.

“Chu vill see vhat is wrong vis me vhen chu explain to Hoity Toity vhy his vasn’t ready on time for ze event!” She finished the sentence with a flourish, hitting the button once more.

Fleur convulsed as electricity shot through her body. After it died down, all was quiet for a moment. Then a slow rumbling started. Suddenly, fat blossomed off her petite frame, covering her in a layer of soft, yielding pudge.

“What the BUCK did you do to me you bucking fatass BITCH!” She shrieked. Photo pressed the button again, and another shock made her grow even more.

“Chu must not interrupt mien MAGIKS! If chu interrupt zie MAGIKS, chu vill be punished! Unterstand?” Photo leaned in close. Fleur nodded, the soft chub on her face jiggling slightly with the motion.

“Goot. Now zat chu unterstand vhat chu are being punished for, chu vill not be so fearful of zis next part, ja?” Photo turned towards the button again.

“No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again, I swear!” Fleur screamed. It fell on deaf ears. She twitched, the electricity running it’s course, and then gasped for breath before whatever magical reaction was causing her sudden weight gain happened again. Squirming in displeasure, her body bloomed outward. Between her thick legs, she could feel her breasts grow heavy, at the same time her belly dropped down, just touching the floor. Her once slender body looked downright obese; her tight supermodel flanks had become bastions of pillowy white fat, cutie marks stretched and distorted over their surface.

In her belly, a rumble was beginning. It was a quiet sort of rumble at first, not very loud, in fact only audible to the bloated model, but very soon grew loud enough for Photo to hear.

“Ah, iz zis vhat I sink it iz? Miss Fleur, I expect manners from a pony of your stature, don’t forget that!”

Fleur’s mind raced in terror, thinking of all the horrible things Photo could do to her. Her ass clamped shut, tighter than something so blubbery probably should be able to. She felt it in there, pressing against her insides, slowly forcing it’s way out. Desperately, she held it in, fearful tears dripping from her eyes and down her flabby cheeks. Her eyes screwed shut, her butt clamped even tighter, she could only gasp when the inevitable release happened.

*FFFFFFFFFPPRRRRPPPFFFRRTTT*

“Eugh! I vill return vhen chu heff stopped letting go ze gasses!” Photo said from behind Fleur. The door slammed shut.

The opulent unicorn looked around in terror, trying to find her captor. She knew something horrible was coming, it had to... Ewwww. It smelled like cheese and rotten eggs, and it was settling into her coat! She shook, struggled, tried to get the shackles off her hooves, but it was no use. She was stuck there with that... Stench. It invaded her nostrils and made a home, no amount of snorting or blowing could chase it away. She sighed, sinking to the floor. If nothing else, I suppose, at least I’m a comfortable pillow.

Suddenly, she remembered Photo’s threat. She couldn’t just rest! She had to get out of here before she could do anything else to ruin her perfect body! Quickly, she tried to light her horn. A shot of pain from the cage quickly put a stop to that, so she was forced to simply squirm and try not to fart again. She failed.

A few puffs of gas escaped her corpulent caboose, but nothing compared with earlier. Still, she kept on trying to get out, rattling and shaking and hoping something somewhere would come loose.

After minutes of struggling, she heard the door behind her open and a male voice speak. “Now really, if it wasn’t important enough for Miss Finish to come herself I would very much like to know what the Discord was so important you pull me away from my luncheon with the pri-ih-hi-hincefleurwhatthehellhappenedtoyou!”

She had been afraid of this. It was Fancy Pants, her darling husband. She sank again to the floor in despair. Now that he could see what a fat slob she had become he surely wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her and she’d end up on the streets with those horrible homeless ponies and she’d live in a cardboard box and have to lift her tail for money that is if anypony wanted to be with a big, ugly,---

Suddenly, a pair of warm hooves wrapped around her thick neck. “Fleur, honey, can you tell me what happened? You, boy! What did your boss do to her?!”

“I don’t know! I swear! I-I’m just a messenger pony, I swear!”

“Then hurry up, call the guards! We need to get to the bottom of this!” He held her tighter. It felt good, his big strong muscles pushing into her soft neck flab. Positioning himself in from of her, hooves on her shoulders, he said, “Fleur. My love. Open your eyes and look at me.”

She opened one eye, and saw Fancy Pants looking intently at her with a tenderness rarely seen before. Finally, she opened the second, and flung her forelegs around his neck, crying hysterically.

Once she had calmed down, Fancy said the words she had been dreading. “Fleur, what happened? Who made you so fat?”

From out on the street, she could hear the pony Fancypants had come in with shouting for help. It sounded quite ridiculous, “Help, there’s a fat mare in here!”, and not a small bit insensitive to her predicament. Searching her mind for the answer to the question, at first she couldn’t remember. In her relief at being saved, she forgot a good many other things, including the identity of her tormenter. Suddenly, it all became clear, and she knew who’s fault the day’s events were.

“Oh, Fancy, it was all my fault!” She sobbed.

Fancy Pants simply held her closer.

Author's Note

I assume someone somewhere out there likes not-so-big fatties. Of course, my definition of not-so-big might not be the same as that someone's.

Also, mares now apparently.

Butts sure are wonderful, aren't they? I think this story needs more butts. Therefore, whatever the next chapter happens to be, it shall contain more butts. Glorious, juicy, butts, soft like pillows, the perfect place to sleep. *sigh* A single guy writing clop and fantasizing about all the butts he could've been resting on. How very pathetic.
Bring up my mood with some suggestions!
They might not end up in this story, but I have a Gdocs folder just filled with brilliant ideas!

And yes, the overwhelming majority of Soarin' fans will indeed get their Blubberbolt. Be patient :)

oh god i just used an emote