Public Éclair

Public Éclair by Anon The Writeslut AKA Writeslut The Anon
Note that "BREAK" signifies where the document was originally separated for 4chan.
Done based on request.
(Title is a pun on “Public Affair”)

Donut Joe decided that he would never sit on the counter again, after he felt the cold nozzle of the donut-filling dispenser wedge itself inside him. In public no less! He suppressed a surprised squeal, desperate not to draw the attention of his customers.
Maybe he can wiggle off of it before anypony- Ah, nope. Now the valve is wide open, nudged by Joe’s flanks. Joe cursed under his breath, feeling the sugary cream begin to flood his insides, bloating and stretching him out.
>”A-Alright everypony! Closing up early tonight!”
Joe desperately hoped that his customers would be reasonable.
>”Alrighty Joe! Just let me finish up this donut!”
>”Me too!”
>”Me three!”
Donut Joe sighed in relief. At least they were paying more attention to the food than they were to him and his swelling gut.
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Joe could do little but watch as his body bubbled up, becoming heavy and swollen as the sweet sludge plumped up his rear and belly to twice their original size.  His breath shortened as his tummy gurgled softly, going thankfully unnoticed by his customers.
A pony stood up.
>”I’m off! Same time next week, eh Joe?”
>”S-see ya!”
>*SLAM!*
Joe moaned softly, involuntarily giving his bloated form a squeeze. The result was a multitude of pounding waves of pleasure coursing through his form. It was enough to make him stop caring about his two remaining patrons, as he began stroking himself in earnest, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted in pleasure. Cream was beginning to drip from his bellybutton as his stomach billowed to the size of a medicine ball, gurgling and groaning as it continued to swell.
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The cream colored earth stallion moaned and gasped as softly as he could. He had long since unsheathed, and was now dripping with pre. His immense stomach had forced him to lean back, preventing him from seeing his patrons or even moving. Every pat and rub to his burbling gut sent indescribable pleasure rocketing everywhere. Barely aware and matted with leaking cream and sweat, Donut Joe heard a loud slurp…
>”Ahhh! Damn Joe! Ya make a mean cuppa Joe. Till tomorrow!”
>”Buh… Buh… B-bye!”
>*SLAM!*
Joe let out a loud gasp, panting heavily as he moaned as loudly as he could. If he recalled correctly, his last customer was wearing headphones…
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>*Grrrrrrrnnnn*
Joe’s belly let out a strained noise that permeated the bakery. He was nearing his limit, and if the reddening of his seven foot stomach was anything to go by, it wouldn't be long now...
>*Blooooooorp*
The billowing stallion gasped as a new sensation announced itself, as Joe’s balls began to fill with cream, blowing up to the size of watermelons and twitching in arousal and pressure. His throbbing cock was leaking like a tap, ready to let loose…
>”Nnngh…!
Donut Joe grit his teeth. If he came, he would be noticed. If he burst he would be noticed… But, the pressure… the pure PLEASURE!
>”Too… Much… Filling…”
Suddenly, there was a sound amidst the huffing, puffing, gasping, moaning, creaking and moaning emit by the drum tight eclair. The sound of a newspaper being folded up…
>*Creeeeeeeaaaaaak-k-k-k-k…*
The pony was moving to the exit. He only had to wait a few more seconds!
>*Gloooooorb…*
The pressure was beginning to force cream out wherever it could. Globs of rich goop began to spurt from Joe’s navel as everything reached its boiling point…
The pony stopped, and yawned.
Donut Joe was getting impatient. Everything felt so good, so tight…
The pony belched, and scratched himself.
Joe’s cock was leaking like a tap, a large puddle forming on the floor. His belly button greeted the world as the insane pressure forced it outside its hidey-hole. Everything was seconds away from bursting…
The pony turned around and picked up the newspaper again.
Buck it.
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  In a final act of desperation and lust, Donut Joe squeezed his massive, taut gut as hard as he could. The result was quite the explosive mess: Cream sprayed from every orifice as it was forced out from the squeeze, his wails of climax being drowned out by a fountain of sugary ooze. His fat, bulging sack rumbled and gurgled as it emptied itself all over the room, his engorged stallionhood slapping against his monster gut with a satisfying *pap*, as he bucked his hips, the movement creating funny-looking white swirls of cream and “cream” that spattered over the exit bound customer.
And just like that, it was over. Donut Joe lay somewhat deflated on the counter, red faced and breathing heavily, while the customer looks shocked at the sight of his stained coat.
>”Dammit Joe! Don’t tell me the donut-filling dispenser got jammed and exploded again! This stuff is a bitch and a half to clean out of my coat! I’m outta here!”
>*SLAM!*
>”Hah… Hah… G-goodbye…"