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- By "WriteousBro."
- >That time of day again.
- >Party time.
- >Sugar Cube Corner.
- >You open the door.
- >Cakes, cakes everywhere.
- "Hello, ladies!"
- >"Hiya, Anon!" "Hello!" "How are you doing?"
- >Six glutonous girls lay sprawled out on the floor sprinkled with frosting and cake crumbs.
- "I brought another cake from home. I made it myself."
- >You set the cake on the table.
- >Dear Celestia, they've put on weight.
- >Rarity, Twilight, and Fluttershy are lying about slothfully, engorged bellies spilling over of the floor.
- >Applejack and Rainbow seem to be having an eating contest with Pinkie Pie as the judge. A giant chocolate cake sits at the center of the table, and the two are rapidly gorging themselves on the delectable treat.
- >"Set it on the table over there, Anon," Pinkie Pie says, looking up from the contest. She waddles over and you set it on a nearby table.
- >"Anon, are you well?" Rarity inquires. "You seem to be staring."
- >Indeed, your mouth is agape and your eyes glazed over. You snap out of your stupor.
- "No! I was just . . . lost in thought."
- >Rarity's squishy stomach hangs low to the ground, squeezing against the floor.
- >Twilight is munching on a cookie, her globulous orb of a belly on full display as she lies on her back.
- >RD seems the thinnest, with only a potbelly plowing into the table in front of her.
- >Applejack seems to have absolutely gorged herself on pies and treats, her thundering thighs
- and belly, squashed into the table like Rainbows, a testament to that.
- >Pinkie and Fluttershy . . it's impossible to tell who's bigger. Their massive spare tires flow around them like giant doughy pillows, their butts rise like piles of spongy bread . . . hnnnng.
- >You walk over to observe the eating contest.
- > Applejack and Rainbow Dash are making quick work of an enormous chocolate cake.
- "Hello, ladies."
- >Applejack swallows a bite of the confection and replies with a belch, followed by, "Hiya, Anon!"
- >Rainbow barely looks up from gnawing on the delectable treat, determined as ever to win this contest.
- >Multispectral mane splotched with chocolate frosting and crumbs.
- >Wobbling gut squeezed between her chair, the table, and the floor.
- >Applejack, noticing she is losing her narrow lead, suddenly returns to gobbling up as many bites of cake as she can.
- >Pinkie Pie lumbers back over from the table munching on a cookie, residual pieces coating her lips.
- >Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
- >"Go, Applejack! Go Rainbow! Ooo, I don't know who to root for, girls!" she exclaims, clapping her hooves, sending her foreleg flab a-shaking.
- >Belly wobbles. Hnnnnnnng. Again.
- >Barely 1/4 of the cake left now. Applejack's side seems a bit smaller, but Rainbow's seems a bit precarious as well.
- >All eyes on the eating contest now.
- >Rainbow's side of the cake suddenly sags down, covering her head in the moist delicacy.
- >Gasps.
- >The mass suddenly and rapidly shrinks down; Rainbow's head reappears.
- >Not enough left on the other side.
- >Table is knocked over as RD's belly expands from the influx of the delightful, sweet, chocolate.
- >Platter lands on the floor with a clatter.
- >"Burp."
- >Cheers! "Yeah, Rainbow!"
- >Rainbow falls out of her chair on her side, suddenly asleep, snoring softly.
- >AJ manages to stand up and totters over to a large jug of milk and begins chugging it.
- >"That was the biggest cake I baked yesterday," you overhear Pinkie say. "But whoever ordered it never came back, and nopony else seemed to want it."
- >"How strange," Rarity replies.
- >Everyone returns to chomping on what remains of several batches of cookies, cupcakes, and other assorted goodies.
- >Your cake seems to have disappeared at some point, no doubt eaten.
- >Idle chatter dominates for a few hours, then everybody picks up their quivering, jiggly body off the floor and waddles home.
- >"Aren't you leaving too, Anon?" Pinkie inquires.
- "In a bit. Don't you mind me staying to help clean up?"
- >Crumbs and splatters of pastel frosting cover the floor.
- >You grab a mop and begin to wipe it up.
- "I guess I can't say no to that, and I'd appreciate a little company for a bit longer."
- >All that wobbling flab.
- >Mmmmmmmmm . . . delicious.
- >"Say, Anon, could get that bit under the table there? I've been having some . . . trouble getting into tight spaces lately," Pinkie asks.
- >Yep, she's definitely fatter than Fluttershy.
- >"Anon? Are you okay?"
- "Sorry, sorry. Just daydreaming again," you quickly come up with.
- >"You sure you're alright?" she asks again.
- >No. It's time to make my move.
- "The cake order. I made it."
- >"What?!" Pinkie exclaims. "Then why didn't you come pick it up?"
- "I wanted you to have it. Tonight."
- >You walk over and stroke her giant, squishy belly.
- >She notices the growing bulge in your pants.
- >"Oh!"
- "Should we go upstairs?"
- >"Nah, we might as well just stay right here."
- >With startling speed for her size, Pinkie pins you down beneath her spongy flab.
- >Oh god that feels good, all those folds and smooth skin . . .
- >"I kinda need a belly rub, Anon." A sparkle flashes through Pinkie's eyes.
- "And I'd be happy to oblige."
- >You carefully begin to knead the soft fat, rubbing it through your hands.
- >"Mmmm, that feels good, Anon," she moans.
- "And this will feel even better."
- >You drop your pants and let your pocket snake hang free.
- >Pinkie spreads her legs wide as you search for her marehood.
- >You lie on top of her massive gut, giving it a few more massages before penetrating.
- >Pinkie's giant belly jiggles back and forth as you thrust, mesmerizingly.
- "I'm gonna . . ."
- >"Yes, Anon! Yes!"
- "Ugh . . ."
- >You are both panting with exertion, Pinkie probably more so.
- "That was great."
- >"Yeah . . ." Pinkie dozes off. You pull up your pants and walk out.
- The End
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