Twilight Sparkle and the bimbo pizzeria

>It was three months ago when you first saw her.
>Since you were purple and nerdy, that must mean you were Twilight Sparkle
>It was lunch time at Canterlot High. You were sitting with your friends when you noticed her out of the corner of your eye.
>She sat alone at one of the tables, happily gorging herself on what appeared to be her third serving of the cafeteria's food.
>Light blue skin with magenta eyes much like your own, and cyan skin with a dark blue streak in them.
>She was dressed in a pink hoodie that BARELY covered her sizable stomach, with matching sweatpants and white sneakers.
>Perfectly large breasts that didn't sag despite her weight.
>She was everything you've ever wanted in a woman but were too afraid to actually say out loud.
>And at that moment, you knew you had to have her.
>"Yoohoo! Twilight, something wrong?"
>Your friends noticed your staring.
>You blushed in embarrassment.
"S-Sorry. I just zoned out for a minute."
>"Ah can see that. Just what were you looking at, anyway?" Applejack asked.
>You panicked internally and scrambled to think of an answer.
>"Just that girl over there! I-I don't think I've ever seen her around before."
>They turned to glance the blue girl you were oogling at the faraway table. When they saw her, most of their faces scrunched up as if they tasted something sour.
>"Oh. Her."
>They told you about an incident a few months prior at a school-sponsored Battle of the Bands.
>The girl and two others you hadn't seen were sirens, magical beings who fed on negative energy generated by conflict.
>With help from your Equestrian counterpart, they managed to defeat them and strip them of their powers before they could brainwash the entire school.
>Now they were just normal girls, that everyone ignored for the most part.
>Apparently, the blue girl used to be a lot skinnier back then.
>Rainbow Dash joked that losing her powers made her eat a lot to cope.

>You laughed along with the others, despite not finding the joke very funny.
>You spent the rest of the lunch period talking with your friends as usual, while sneaking glances towards the girl that had grabbed your attention.
>After that, you mulled over the possibility of talking to her and trying to become her friend.
>But if she tried to brainwash everyone at Canterlot High, then perhaps she could be dangerous even without her powers? You didn't need magic to hurt people after all.
>This... required further research before a definitive action could be taken.
>Or at least that's what you told yourself to justifying stalking her one week later.

>It was one week later.
>You were still Twilight Sparkle
>And you were decked out in the best spy equipment at your disposal.
>That is to say a hoodie, sunglasses, some dark jeans, and sneakers rather than your usual outfit.
>You were walking a fair distance behind the object of your fetish. Far enough that if she turned around you' have more than enough time to hide behind something.
>According to the information you gathered over the past week, her name was Sonata Dusk.
>She walked home every day rather than take a bus, so you didn't have to worry about ending up lost somewhere.
>She didn't seem to notice you right now, she was listening to some sort of music with earbuds on.
>At the moment you were just admiring the sight of Sonata's ass as you followed her.
>U-Unf.
>It was large, large enough that you could fantasize about using it as a pillow. Her hips were wide, and the cheeks were straining the fabric on that WAY too-short skirt she was wearing.
>You could actually catch a glimpse of her panties too...
>So it went on like that for about twenty minutes.
>You following her while oogling her magnificent behind, and scrambling out of sight whenever she turned around for some reason.
>...
>God you're pathetic. Unable to even talk to this girl so you've resorted to stalking her.


>Anyways, your impromptu adventure ended at an unexpected destination.
>Not a house or an apartment like you'd been expecting.
>Sonata had stopped at a pizzeria.
>Papa Non's Pizzeria, if the sign was any indication.
>You've never heard of this place. The building was small, but it looked to be kept in good condition.
>Well you WERE hungry after walking all this way.
>A slice or two wouldn't hurt.
>You waited until she went inside before you followed suit.
>And that's when you wondered if you had died and gone to Heaven.
>Because that's what the inside of this pizzeria was like for you.
>While they weren't that many people inside, the majority was women of varying ages.
>All of whom shared the exact same body type that made you follow Sonata here.
>You pulled the collar on your hoodie as you quickly worked up a sweat from so many enticing bodies in one place.
>UNF.
>"Like, excuse me?"
>You were broken from your nirvana by the voice of the smiling woman at the cashier.
>Who of course was just as pleasantly plump as the patrons.
>Her name-tag read Sugar Belle. She had pink skin, curly dark reddish-purple hair, and a smile that reminded you of Pinkie Pie.
>Although not quite as manic.
"O-Oh! I'm sorry. I just... got distracted"
>DON'T SPILL YOUR SPAGHETTI, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.
>She giggled. "It's alright."
>You walked up to the cashier, taking off your sunglasses and putting back on your regular pair. No need for them now that you were inside.
>"Like, welcome to Papa Non's Pizzeria! What can I get you today?"
>You looked up at the menu.
"Um. Just two slices of pepperoni is fine, please."
>Sugar Belle nodded, writing it down.
>"Do you want, like, a drink with that too?"
>You nodded.
"A medium Pepsi?"
>"Okay, that'll be 7.23!"
>You pay the woman with a ten, and she gives you your change back.
>You were too distracted to check if it was wrong, which you would later realize that it was.

>"Okay! Just take a seat and we'll be right with you, cutie~."
>She gives you a wink that makes your face heat up like a furnace.
"T-Thanks."
>You stiffly walk over to an empty table and sit down, trying to slow your breathing.
>You needed to take a shower when you got home.
>A COLD shower
>"Two slices pepperoni!" you heard Sugar Belle shout to whoever was in the kitchen.
>Wait a minute....
>"Okay!" a familiar-ish voice replies.
>You tilt your neck a bit to see none other than Sonata Dusk, dressed in a collared t-shirt with an apron over it, working in the kitchen alongside a man and two other girls.
>She WORKED here?!
>Well that explains why she didn't go home after school...
>Now what? Do you just wait for her shift to end?
>You decide to look around at the pizzeria for anything else of interest.
>Now that the initial amazement had worn off, you noticed something weird.
>Few of the guys here seemed to be actually eating.
>They looked like they were... feeding, the girls they sat with, presumably their girlfriends.
>Whenever their female companions would run out of pizza, the men would get up, order more, and bring it back to them.
>All to watch them eat it.
>They looked with barely hidden desire at their plump bodies.
>Did you walk into a fetish story or something?!

>Be Anon.
>Owner of Papa Non's Pizzeria, which has been handed down through your family for GENERATIONS!
>And despite the name of the place, you weren't actually a father. But you were working on that.
>It had been a normal day at work, making pizzas and enjoying the fruits of your labor, when you noticed a teenage girl walk in.
>This wouldn't be so abnormal, except for the fact that you don't remember inviting her.
>Your pizzeria was different than most. In addition to providing people with cheap food, it also allowed people with certain tastes to indulge themselves.
>And by tastes you mean fetish.

>A fetish for chubby women of low intelligence and high sexual appetite. In other words, bimbos.
>Your pizza had a special ingredient that was also passed down through your family for generations.
>Magical pink tomatoes that were originally found by your great-great grandfather, the first 'Papa Non'.
>He had discovered that when fed to women these tomatoes decreased their intelligence, increased their libidos, and expanded their bodies in all the right places.
>Leading to huge tits and asses.
>Naturally, this was a VERY well kept secret.
>Your regular costumers were either personally chosen or the kids of older customers chosen by your dad and grandfather.
>Walk-in costumers were treated to a perfectly normal experience with perfectly normal, non-magical pizza.
>But this girl had the same lustful look in her eyes that you see in your regular costumers, if restrained out of a desire to figure out what was going on here.
>She definitely wanted what they were having, even if she didn't entirely understand what that was.
>She also seemed to be sneaking frequent glances at your newest employee, Sonata.
>Did she know her from school or something?
>Damn it, you told that girl not to tell anyone about this place!
>But a thought crossed your mind.
>Maybe this was an opportunity to increase profits? You were struggling to pay the bills recently.
>Breaking into the teenage market could be the solution you've been looking for.
>You think the prospect over as you take another pie out of the oven.
>You glance over to see how your employees are doing.
"Sonata! Stop eating the customers' pizza!"
>"Sorry boss!"
>You need to get a read on this purple girl, so you make a mental note to talk to her once she gets her pizza.

-opened to be continued-