All her life Rarity dabbled in the intricate art of fashion design, and prided herself on all her works. Though each customer had a different tastes in style, what she could generally count on them not being astronomically different in size. That is, until very recent, a unique client unlike any she had ever seen before graced her shop with her wobbling presence. The mare was by far the biggest pony she had ever seen, whose height was only to compliment her immense wideness which spanned larger than her own doorway. Her incredibly fat body squeezed and strained against the door frame, creaking as another wave of blubber flowed through the door. By the time she fit through Rarity couldn’t believe there was so much mare on the other end, and that it was a miracle she was able to fit through in the first place.  


Panting laboriously, she wiped sweat from her head before clearing her throat. She came in for a dress, like any of her other clients, which wouldn’t have been such a shock had she not been triple the size of a cow with an eating disorder. No amount of fabric in her whole boutique would’ve been enough to create a dress fit for her stature, so the mare simply settled on measurements being taken. There was however one condition she specified, that it all be taken by hoof with no magic involved. Rarity was immediately taken aback, looking over the mare’s corpulence as if she prepared to scale a mountain. Reluctantly she grabbed her measuring tape, not looking forward to maneuvering past her abundant curves. 


Beginning with her waist, she threw the tape over her, wondering how much of it actually reached the other end. Next she embarrassingly asked her to lift her belly to move the tape under it. She didn’t mind the least bit, in fact she grinned at the request. Her forearms, which must have been as wide as two a normal sized pony slid across her lush body and lifted what fat she could from a barely noticeable hoof. As she groped at her side a sickening squelch bellowed as her hoof came in contact with her flesh. Cringing at the sound, Rarity closed her eyes at what she had to do next. With no help from the mare, she dove under her belly, submerging herself in a world of warm, wobbling, pillowy fat. As she wriggled underneath with measuring tape in mouth she could barely hear the mare giggling amid all the glorping and sloshing her stomach produced. Popping out the other end, she grunted as she wrenched the rest of her body from under that meadow of lard. 


Thankfully that was the only thing that required her to get really physically involved with her client. Taking measurements of her flank, limbs, and neck, Rarity spoke them to the mare out loud. Her face was that of shock, but not for the reason Rarity expected. It was a gleeful type of surprise, as if she were proud to be ten times larger than her regular clientele. She recalled seeing the same look of enjoyment as she struggled through her door. Despite the grunting and groaning, she saw a smug grin on her chubby face, as if her fat body being compressed brought her some type of pleasure. 
 
When they were finished, the mare gave the specifics of her order and left, her haunches jiggling with each step as she wobbled out; straining against the door once more. From behind her plot squeezed its way through, growing tighter as she wiggled her way to freedom. With a loud fwomp she exited the building, giggling as her massive hips wiggled and swayed down the road. Her body looking just as large from afar as she did up close. 


Perplexed with the whole situation, Rarity pondered what could compel a pony to become so fat in the first place? What possible thing, magical or not, could cause a mare to bloat up to such an unimaginable size? Then there was the look of satisfaction she wore whenever her weight was brought up, or impeded her from doing certain tasks. What pleasure was there to gain with being barely able to get around? How could a pony be happy with having a belly and pair of limbs so large every inch of her flesh rubbed against each other and harmoniously jiggled at each hefty step? Just how much food did she eat a day? These question and more rattled her mind, along with an odd sense of curiosity. 


While taking her measurements, she felt an odd tingling within herself while pressing up against much of her corpulent body. It was most evident when she had to crawl under her belly and become submerged in her sea of undulating fat. The feel of its warm, soft, hefty embrace and the soothing sounds it produced caused a tingling deep inside herself that she could only describe as-want. Now that she left she thought about all the times she’s ever stuffed herself with ice cream without any regard for her own figure. The only reason she hadn’t gained substantial weight was due to her morning walk. But had she the opportunity to gorge for pleasure, would she enjoy the fruits it’d produce? The thought rapped at her mind. Embarrassed, she put her hoof down, and couldn’t believe what she was going to do.. 


Gathering up all the bits she was saving for a Manehattan vacation, she set off out the door. She fetched a ton of strawberries at the market with sugar for starters, then set off to the chocolate emporium for a dozen bags loaded with her favorites. Then she paid the ice cream parlor a visit, where the store owner had to close early with how much stock Rarity purchased. Lastly was Sugarcube corner where she bought as much cake, pies, and donuts with her remaining, ignoring Pinkie’s wave of questions as to what she planned to do with all her food. All the while she felt very uneasy, embarrassed to admit to any pony that everything she was purchasing was solely for her.  


Dashing home with the paranoia that some pony was following her, she closed the shop and locked up tight. The window curtains were shut and all her food transported to the center of the boutique so nopony could hear her munching and gulping through the walls. Even Opal was put upstairs with everything she needed so as not to interrupted her gorging session. Pulling up her fainting couch, she laid flat on the cushion and looked at her massive haul with uncertainty. Enough ice cream to last her a week, with more chocolate than Ponyville’s students could gather during a Nightmare Night session. Sugared strawberries as a backup to simply snack on, and more cake, pies, and donuts than even Pinky could stomach before ending up a quarter size of her mare client. One pony gorging herself on all this for the joy of it seemed unreal. But even she could glut five cartons of ice cream when she depressed. 


Starting with her ice cream, she scooped a perfectly large portion into her mouth. At first it simply shifted around, allowing Rarity’s taste buds to enjoy its cool flavors. She was surprised she managed to keep such a large scoop in her mouth compared to the average size she served herself with. But it was that notion of largeness that made swallowing it that much more pleasing. She scooped another one, allowing it also to melt in her mouth before swallowing. It seemed to have tasted better now that she ate for pleasure rather than comfort, urging her to keep stuffing her face with the decadent flavor. It wasn’t long before she got in the groove she was usually under when eating ice cream. Only now she had no particular stopping limit. 


Quickly she put the first empty carton aside, and moved onto the second one without pause. Her stomach began to cool with the frozen desserts, sitting tight in it’s new how as it was digested. Rolling onto her back she snuggled deeper into her couch cushions; placing her hooves atop of her bosom and allowing her magic to feed her while closing her eyes as she basked in the euphoric state of her feasting. Aside from her gulping, scraping became more abundant as carton after carton was disposed of with scoops getting larger the more she ate. The tingling sensation she felt early suddenly returned, and now, she placed her hooves atop of her stomach, hoping as she felt the chill of the ice cream in her hooves, that being large was as wonderful as the mare made it out to be.


Several minutes passed as she felt her stomach distending outward along with her waist producing some noticeable curvage as she finished her twelfth carton. Well passed her milestone for ice cream gorged, she saw no end in sight and kept eating until there was no more ice cream to gorge. Rubbing her hooves across her belly, she explored its more plump frame. Squishing the padding it added to her midsection, she gulped an extra large scoop of ice cream as shivers went down her spine. The tingling sensation further intoxicated her, having her hooves grab at more of her pudgy flesh with mirth.


Each added inch brought a spectacle of glee, as her body swelled up out of control. Her tender hooves grazing the surface soon began smacking it heartily, causing the ice cream to slosh and squelch at her hooves impact. The noises brought further excitement, getting louder with each mouthful that landed in the pit of her belly with a glorp. At least she could see what would cause the mare to indulge herself so much. Were she able to eat like this everyday, she too would need a larger wardrobe.  


Taking a final gulp, the last carton of ice cream of tossed with all the others. Given this brief reprieve, it suddenly hit Rarity just how stuffed she was. Thirty of her favorite packaged desserts were done away with in thirty minutes of non stop feeding, and her stomach now loomed over her like a large white snowball. Likewise her waist had grately widened, curving down to a large flank which slightly spilled over the side of the couch. Fattening up several dress sizes, she hugged her swollen gut. Relishing its cuddly visage and no longer being able to completely wrap her hooves around it.  


Her added corpulence slightly pooled around her forearms, increasing the deeper she pressed. She was able to hear ice cream gurgle and glorp around the tighter she hugged, wading through her bloated stomach which resembled a muffin in her embrace. It practically melted as she slid her hooves to her sides, groping at her newly formed love handles and smacking her voluptuous flank. Where she not too lazy to stand up she’d probably take measurements of her new self. Instead, she longingly eyed the rest of the food, and with a few loving pats, she levitated the strawberries and chocolate to her person. 


The strawberries had been rinsed and cleaned to sparkling perfection, making its moist surface ideal for pouring into a bowl of sugar. Popping one in her mouth, she moaned at the delectable taste, squishing her stomach as the juices gushed down her gullet. Two to three strawberries were sampled at a time, swallowed in a flash, with more on the way in what seemed like an endless stream of sweetness. All the while fat flowed onto her hooves as she rubbed and squished each curvaceous inch.


Moaning as she felt her gut stretch beyond what she thought imaginable, she layed on her side; clutching her belly as she felt the mixture of ice cream and strawberries shift around. Part of her stomach spilled over the side of the couch, revealing at this angle a much more rotund lower body. Her plump waist curved up to a luscious flank, which would certainly fill any seat beyond its carrying capacity. Lifting her leg up, she also felt the weight of her more blubbery haunches, which began to round up, making her hoof at the end of it more insignificant. 


Swallowing the last strawberry, she floated over her chocolates. Simultaneously she unwrapped various types ranging from caramel filled to white. Greedily she gulped down chocolate squares, bars, and sundry shapes with surprising rapidity. All the while squishing the center of her belly as it swelled in her hooves. It gurgled loudly at the oncoming shower of candy, with Rarity unsure if it were pleased or protesting. Either way she couldn’t get enough, regardless of the discomfort she felt of her stomach continuing to sag over the edge of the couch; attempting to pull the rest of her engorged body down with her.


Finishing the chocolates, she levitated some of the cakes to her side. Strawberry, melon, chocolate, apple crisp and other cakes passed her lips with gluttonous abandon. Her stomach’s growling complaints were lost through the glorps of each slab of cake mixing with the rest of her gorge, as well as her incessant playing with its squishy surface. As much of it hung over the side of the couch, she rolled onto her back once more in a storm of thunderous sloshing, feeling the sheer amount of weight she had gained rest on top of her and trail up to her plush bosom.


Much of her gut laid atop of her thick haunches, which had to spread apart to make room for it. Lovingly smacking and rubbing each voluptuous inch had grown limited, with it being too fat to fully reach around. Instead she clenched her sides and began to shake it, moaning with bliss as her gorge sloshed around as if it were inside a giant white water balloon. While doing this she felt her forearms rubbing more against her body, and noticed they were no longer the thin stalks of celery they were previously. With each slab of cake she felt her cheeks grow puffier, along with her plot beginning to take up more room on the couch. Excitement from her growth compelled her to eat quicker, pushing her to swallow an entire cake whole in a fashion that would make Pinkie proud. 


Groaning with her limbs lying limp on her side, she gave an unladylike belch as she felt the entire cake slither its way down her chest and enter her stomach with a loud glorp. With this short intermission, the weight of it all began really setting in. Having eaten enough food to simulate a stallion sitting atop of her, she continued to moan in discomfort as she rolled herself off her couch. The impact upon the floor made her wince as all she ate was crushed beneath the lumbering weight of her back, limbs, and massive plot which nearly took up the entire couch. In an attempt to soothe its aching, she leaned backward, groaning once when her gorged shifted around in order to give it more space to rest. Sitting flat on her cushiony rump, the hooves of her hind legs lifted off the ground, due to her haunches growing so increasingly blubbery. It felt awkward only being able to wiggle them around, but at the same time quite flattering that she had simply become that fat. She at least felt much of her wide love handles sitting atop of her flank, curving their way up to the rest of her back which gained plenty of padding as well. All of it paled in comparison to her belly though, which stretched out several inches across from her. Too fat for her to completely hold, and much too big for her to fully lift. 


“My my, Rarity, you have outdone yourself,” she cooed, the discomfort she previously felt vanishing at this new sense of elation. “Whatever shall you do with your wardrobe now?”


Sliding her hooves down to her sides, she hugged and lifted as much of her gut as she could carry. The heft of it all filled right up to her bosom, squishing itself under her chubby face. Sneakily some of it slipped away from her embrace, too squishy to grasp for a prolonged period of time. Thankfully, it was enough to get some of her fat off the floor, causing her to smile with the utmost glee. Sighing with bliss, she let it all fall down, creating undulating motions and a symphony of sloshes for her to revel in. 


“What a wonderful feeling. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.”


The euphoria brought on by her size distracted from the remainder of her feast, something she spotted from the corner of her eyes while trying to jiggle her body. The remaining cakes called out to her, eagerly awaiting entry into her five star hotel of a belly. And then there were the donuts and pies she had yet to taste, ready to expand her burbling gut which was already overstuffed, overfed, and overgorged many times over.


“Wait until Twilight and the others get a load of the new me,” she spoke while licking her lips and playfully patting her belly.


Comfortable with where she was, her magic continued to be invaluable for aiding in the remainder of her feast. Her eyes shut as she envisioned cake, donuts, and pies cascading down her throat, making a splash into her stomach like a waterfall flowing into a river. Wishing to give her gut more room, she jutted it outward, feeling it begin to overlap atop of her haunches and widen the rest of her figure. They likewise blimped up, creating a set of hips worthy enough to prove troublesome for doorways. 


She felt each inch of her body creeping out in every direction, resulting in her limbs becoming more spindly in nature, as she fell to the mercy of her gluttony. Her mind didn’t even think about how immensely stuffed she currently felt, like carrying a boulder inside her gut. She only relished the fact that each crevice and fold filled itself with more blubber, violently wobbling as her anvil like arms collapsed atop of her titanic belly. Despite its protestation, her decadent muffling and moaning as food zipped down her throat drowned out all other noise. 


Finishing with the pies, she dispensed of the bins, shoveling down cinnamon crust, whipped cream and fruit filling down by the hoof full. Never was there a moment where her chubby cheeks weren’t occupied with food. She barely gave herself time to breath as well, too infatuated with gorging herself to an incredible size. It wasn't long however until her magic found nothing more to feed her, and she was able relax with a prolonged sigh. 


Opening her eyes, her sloppy grin grew even wider. Licking her lips of what remained of the feast, she gazed at the white ocean of gurgling blubber that was her belly. Sticking several feet outward, it was hard to tell where it began and where it ended. In an attempt to stick it out, she only felt the weight of her gorge keeping it to the ground, all the way up to her luscious bosom which squished against her rounded neck. Her forearms were bloated as large as haybales, difficult to lift up but pleasing to rub against the rest of her corpulence. Her haunches and plot had grown so large they were the only things keeping Rarity from reeling backward and being smothered by a sea of her own obesity. All of it curving up to a blubbery back, which had barely a distinguishable feature from the rest of her overweight body. 


“Ooooh what a feast,” Rarity groaned, collapsing herself atop of her globe like gut, but only resting her chin on the padding of her bosom, and her hooves too spindly to reach very far. “Now I know what that mare sees in such a rich body. Everything so lush and soft, large and in charge. Being able to feast on anything you wish, and having it all churn around inside you. Oh what a life, I simply must share this with the others.”


Leaning forward, Rarity struggled getting past her own massive gut. Her hind legs were no help, useless thanks to how fat they have gotten with her hooves wiggling in the air. She tried pulling herself across her belly, but only raked at inches of soft blubber squelching and glorping as her glut shifted around. Panting at the strenuous exercise, she wryly smiled before giving her belly a couple of loving pats. 


“Perhaps I’ll wait until I sleep some of this off. If I could squeeze my way through the door, I’ll convince Applejack to whoop me up some of her exquisite baking.”


For the time being Rarity remained stationary. Resting her head back on her lush bosom and laying her forearms atop of her gut. Gently her digestive system lulled her to sleep with soft gurgling and sloshing, working hard to process the immeasurable amount of food she had eaten. With a new perspective on life she anticipated the possibilities of her newfound love of gluttony. When the mare returns for her dress they’ll have lots to talk about. Her friends probably wouldn’t understand at first, but will no doubt accept her for who she is. And who knows, perhaps some of the love for her new interests will rub off on them.