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- Fast food confirmed - Twilight stuffing burgers down her face confirmed - Feeder Spike mildly confirmed
- >Every day since.
- >She'd forgotten just how good this stuff was.
- >Pinkie Pie is there frequently, too
- >When they run into each other, Pinkie orders them both jumbo-sized shakes to wash down the piles of burgers and fries they both order
- >Twilight doesn't make as much of a mess now
- >Only because she's nearly reached a point where she can swallow the burgers whole
- >The proprietor doesn't even charge her anything now
- >Says a princess sl... er... enjoying the food so completely has really boosted business
- >So she eats until she can feel her stomach stretch; inhales until it starts to hurt
- >Oh Celestia it's so good
- >She'd forgotten how famished she was
- >She'd forgotten how famished she always was
- >She doesn't ever slow down, just stops suddenly when she hits "the wall"
- >Until one day Pinkie realized what was happening
- "Oooooh the wall! Lotsa ponies think you gotta stop at the wall. Just lean into it, Twilight!"
- >It took two very painful burgers but after the second, a wave of relief seemed to wash over her, a second wind
- >She pushed through the wall
- >Her plump rump jiggles and bounces with every step now
- >Her bulging belly is ever taut, ever full, pushing out against her hind legs
- >She has to swing her legs out to the side a little bit and waddle to move them now
- >She doesn't fly anymore. Her wings can't reliably carry her
- >But it doesn't matter, because it all tastes so good
- >Feels so good
- >She rolled out of bed and landed with a thud
- >She didn't have any choice but to roll
- >She couldn't sit herself up anymore
- >Her legs were sore, joints achy not from the weight they lifted, but from the pressure pushing out from between them
- >They were always sore. She loved the pressure.
- >Her stomach swayed then stabilized, pushed up by her legs
- >It was soft in the morning, before she had breakfast
- >A heavy, pillowy pouch hanging low beneath her
- >If she squeezed her legs together just right, she could feel the pressure against her bits
- >Every morning she'd lower her hind just a little and see if she could get into a rhythm
- >It got easier every day
- >After a few minutes she'd be in a universe of pleasure, but the ecstasy would be capped by the furious urges it unleashed deep inside
- "SPIKE"
- "Yeah yeah..."
- >It took days to finish off the nachos Spike had prepared for all the little fillies that first time
- >The first couple of times she'd made him recreate the pile, she'd lied and said she expected another big crowd
- >No crowd would show and oh well, guess she'd have to finish them all off!
- >She still couldn't manage them all in a single day, not with all the burgers
- >But she could finish off the leftovers in the morning now.
- >Spike refused to bring them once.
- >Once.
- >He brought the pounds without objection now
- >Fire burned in her nether regions, want grumbled from her depths
- >Twilight began to devour the nachos, reheated by Spike's fire, gooey, salty, cheesy goodness
- >She squeezed her legs and felt her folds pile up between them, felt her juices dripping out from behind
- >Pressure around her clit, pressure between her legs, pressure very slowly building in her stomach as it began to fill, pressure from the endless torrent down her throat, buried beneath a nearly non-existent neck
- >Building... building... buil...din...g...
- >Light noise sweat joy glory cool wind sensation
- >Twilight gasped and swallowed and gasped as she climaxed.
- >Every day since.
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