The mound of pony flesh in the recording booth sighed, letting out a long, low fart into the microphone. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the sound engineer grimace as the sound reached his headphones. She truly wished the colt could come into the booth and enjoy the smell, too, but this was just one of those sacrifices he'd have to make for his job.
 
The new album was coming along perfectly. Instead of the usual pop music, Sapphire had decided to try a different genre, one never tried before: Bodily functions! Her 600 pound body helped her along, providing the loudest grumbles, the bassiest belches and the wettest farts imaginable. And to think, the final track was almost done. Soon, the album would reach store shelves, and ponies all across Equestria would hear their favorite popstar as they'd never heard her before.
 
Outside the window, the sound engineer gave a thumbs up and pressed the button to talk over Sapphire's headset.
 
"That was, uh," He paused, retching inwardly, "That was sure something, Miss Shores! I think that's a wrap. The album will be in mastering by tomorrow morning."
 
Sapphire smiled, letting out a fart as she passed the helpful engineer, who only gagged in response. She didn't mind; In fact, she was rather pleased with his reaction. Most ponies would pretend to like it just to get closer to her. She waddled out of the studio and into her waiting limousine. The doors were extra wide, and the seats were extra long, extra wide, and extra stain resistant... Not that they weren't still darkened with smears and stains that could never be washed out. The driver hit the gas, and Sapphire looked down at her schedule. The next stop was...
 
A publicity event for her new album!
 
Sapphire Shores sat in the back seat, her weight dragging the limo's suspension to the limit. Thanks to a handy mini-fridge, the slobstar was able to snack on all sorts of hot, greasy food on the way. Quadruple patty cheeseburgers, donuts fried in bacon grease, heck, just pure grease when she needed to wash something down. Her former life as a thin, beautiful singer was long gone, and with a diet like this, it was never coming back. Not that she minded. Even with her new size and obsessions, she still had her fans.
 
Case in point, when the limo pulled up outside of a music store for a record signing event. The rear suicide doors swung open, and a dozen cameras began flashing. In the 10 minutes it took Sapphire's assistants to peel the beige mare off of her seat and onto her hooves, hundreds of pictures had been taken. She waddled slowly, huffing and puffing down the red carpet, while dozens of fans waited on the other side of the security fence. It was a far cry from the screaming crowds she used to attract, but when Sapphire let out a long, hissing fart, and saw the assembled ponies all lean in to catch a whiff, she knew she was making the right decision.
 
Eventually, the blob reached the signing table right in front of the store. She couldn't help but let out a moan as she sat; Her enormous ass felt super comfortable, even without any cushions! The security guards lined everypony up carefully, and one by one, they each stepped up and handed her a record to sign.
 
"Soap is for posers," She wrote on one.
 
"Eat on," She scribbled on another.
 
Finally, the various ponies' records had been signed, along with a few chunky asses and old fast food wrappers. Sapphire sighed and stretched out her back, feeling pops up and down the length of her spine, as the last pony in line stepped up. She had been waiting so patiently for so long, that despite having the urge to pack up and go to bed, Sapphire simply sat back down, uncapped her pen, and looked up at her final fan. Her eyes went wide when she realized it was...
 
Rarity!
 
Sapphire Shores gasped. She hadn't seen the fashionista in years! She let out a wet fart, staining the carpet below her as she stood up to greet her old friend. Rarity winced, but didn't recoil as much as most ponies, probably thanks to the clothes pin pinching her nose.
 
Rarity didn't have a record for her to sign. Instead, she placed a sketchbook down the the table.
 
"Miss Shores," Rarity began, only for Sapphire to cut her off.
 
"Please, call me Sapphire! I flush Miss Shores down the toilet every day!" She snorted and laughed, "Hawhaw!"
 
Rarity wrinkled her nose at the thought, but continued regardless, "Sapphire, I've been following your recent, um... 'Work', very closely, and I've got a proposition to make. I've done a lot of research, and I believe I can solve your current fashion predicament."
 
Sapphire looked down at her body, and in particular, the white silk dress it was currently wrapped in. It was one of her older dresses, from long before her transformation. The only reason it wasn't utterly shredded was the stretchy material, which had reached its limit around a hundred pounds ago and was ready to snap. It was absolutely covered in stains; The only pony who knew this dress was once white was Sapphire herself, seeing as she'd done to much to change it to the current brown, red, and yellow hodgepodge.
 
"Now, I understand the, erm, 'slobstar' lifestyle revolves around conspicuous consumption and laziness, so I came up with a few designs which really exemplify and enhance your attributes."
 
Rarity opened her sketchbook and began flipping through it. Each page had a picture of an obese mare in various outfits. A fashionable cocktail dress with a window to show off her belly, a shorter party dress that exposed her cellulite-covered lower ass cleavage, even a colorful yoga outfit, with sweat stains already drawn on.
 
"I love it!"
 
Sapphire's eyes lit up, and before Rarity could react, she gave her a kiss on the lips. Rarity's cheeks puffed up, and she placed a hand over her mouth before running out of the room.
 
"Heh," Sapphire said with a smile, "I do have that effect on ponies."