Neap Stuffing Pt.1(?)

Yawning, Creamy Neapolitan awoke from her deep sleep. However, there were a few things she noticed upon her wakefulness. One, she wasn't on her bed, in fact, she felt a little cold. Two, she felt the breeze of the outside world against her. Preparing for the worst, she opened her eyes, only to see... Ice cream? That can't be right. Righting herself, she looked around once again, after refreshing her eyesight. Indeed, there was ice cream, far into the horizon.

As she contemplated her new surroundings, she heard a loud bang nearby. Quickly leaping to her hooves, she had to find balance on the soft, frozepn dairy before approaching the loud noise. Creating a hill, shaped in an enormous scoop of chocolate ice cream, she spied what appeared to be the source of the racket. A large gash was torn into the landscape, ending at what seemed to be something made of *metal*.

"Finally, something not completely made of food!", she mumbles to herself.

As she approached, she heard a sharp hiss emit from the forged metal. Quite suddenly, it opened. A large hunk of metal emerged from what is, now apparently, the pod. Fully emerged from the pod, it grew taller. And taller. When it was nearly twice her height, it ceased growing. Now, it began to glow. And just when things seemed as if they couldn't get any more strange... It spoke.

"Unit 7478 reporting for duty."

Neap didn't quite know what to say to *that*. After some contemplation in the space of a few milliseconds, her mind finally came up with an answer. "What?"

"Unit 7478 assigned to subject Creamy Neapolitan on request of Administrator [REDACTED]. Note left by Administrator: Enjoy."

Neap, now fraught with even *more* confusion than before, replies: "So, then, you were sent to... serve me?"

The robot replies promptly. "Affirmative."

A final piece clicks into place for Neap, with her realizing this anonymous "Administrator" had sent her this... machine to do her bidding. She guessed they also placed her on this world of frozen dairy, as well.

Her chubby belly growled. Well, she *was* hungry. May as well dig in!

She, approaching the same scoop of ice cream she traveled over before, took a tentative lick of the frozen surface. Flavor immediately exploded in her mouth, sending waves of ecstasy through her tastebuds. So, she ate. And *ate*, glutting herself on not just the initial chocolate hill, but on the surrounding area, biting through everything surrounding her. But soon, she ran into a problem: her own stomach.

Running out of room in her now bloated belly, she could no longer glut herself to her full potential. *But, maybe...* she thought, turning her cream splattered face to the robot, still standing in the same place as before, *That machine can help me!*

"Hey, uh, machine!"

"Yes, master?"

She decided a name would be appropriate, consider "machine" wasn't very specific, nor reliable as a name choice.

"Can I call you servant?"

"Designation: Servant applied. What is your command?"

Still hungry, she gestured to the surrounding dairy.

"Feed me."

Needing no further prompt, she was quickly served helping after helping of ice cream, all making their way to her growing gut. Now laying on top of her belly, she noticed there was more than *ice cream* there was other assorted candy treats, as well. Of course, *was* is the proper word here, as they quickly made their way into her stomach, now too preventing her from reaching the ground with her hooves.

Still, she glutted herself to her maximum. Ice cream, peppermint, and all other sorts of candies on the chopping block met their fate with her gaping maw. Eventually, however, capacity won out, as her belly told her that it had enough. The robot, ever faithful, continued to stuff her full of treats.

Noticing her protests, it ceased, and she said, "T-too full."

She burped. The robot merely ceased in its feeding and began to rub her massive belly. Never in her life had she been attended to so... *Thoroughly.* Her massive gut was at least twice her height, and sloshed profusely as she was massaged by the robot. Relaxing in a mix of pain and pleasure, Neap began to relax, and drifted into a food coma. *Mmm, I could get used to this.*