New Writefriend goes after Twilight

Twilight-type story by "That One Newfag Writeguy."  Currently unfinished.

>Been in Equestria almost three years now
>Took about two and a half to win over twilight's heart.
>Was maybe... three days ago that you told Twilight that in your old world you really liked chubby people.
>She seemed really dissapoint.
Anon: Oh, hey Cheerilee!
Cheerilee: Hi there Anon!
>Wonder what shes been up to anyway, shes been locked up in her dorm since this morning.
Anon: Maybe I should go check up on her...
Cheerilee: What was that?
Anon: Oh, nothing, worreying about Twilight as usual.
Cheerilee: I have to admit, I didn't see it working out, but you guys are just so cute together.
Anon: Yeah, thanks Cheerilee, I better be going.
>Why am I so creeped out by Cheerilee?
>I wonder if Twilight wants any apples... I should probably go get some either way, she'll be all mad if she figures out I didn't get her anything...
Applejeck: Howdy, Anon, ya'll been buying a lot of apples lately
Anon: Yeah, just worried Twilight will get mad if I dont pick her up something from the market.
Applejeck: Shucks, Anon, we both know Twi aint like that.
Anon: Yeah, but still, better to be safe, she hasn't left the dorm all morning.
Applejeck: Ahh, that is kinda strange... Oh yeah! Pinkie told me to turn this in to twi, mind doing that for me?
Anon: I suppose... What is it?
Applejeck: Just a note, I di'nt look inside, y'know, respectin people's privacy and all that.
Anon: I hear you, well, I better get back, lest Twi starve to death in her dorm room.

>Walking back home from sweet apple acres, damn its nice out today.
>Holding the letter, a basket of apples, the blankets that you got cleaned, and a bag of clothes.
>Must suck to be Rarity these last three years.
>Finally get home to the Library Tree
Anon: Twilight! Mind getting the door for me? I kind of have my hands full!
>Door magics open, you wish you could do that.
Anon: I brought back some apples, those sheets you wanted, and new clothes for myself! I know how much you love t-shirts.
Twilight: You're right, I do love T-shirts
>You still don't understand why Twilight loves T-shirts so much.
Twilight: It's the way it feels, Anon.
Anon: You can read my mind?
Twilight: (giggly) only when you make it obvious what you're thinking.
Anon: Am I that obvious?
>Twilight walked up, moving the various groceries around and into cupboards, briefly rubbing the t-shirt against her cheek.
Anon: You know if you like T-shirts so much, I could give you one.
Twilight: We already pretty much share everything, it's not like I've never worn your stuff.
>Twilight has worn your stuff?
Anon: Oh, okay. So what was with you not showing up this morning?
Twilight: Well...

Twilight: Well, I've been thinking about what you said...
Anon: About not wanting you to keep going into everfree to do "field research"?
Twilight: That cockatrise thing was an accident! But no, about liking heavier people on your world.
Anon: What about it, you seemed pretty weirded out.
Twilight: Nonono, if anything this bears some investigation.
>Ohgodyes
Anon: Did you have something in mind?
Twilight: Maybe a few things, but I'll need a lot of help.
Anon: Sure thing, Twilight.
>Twilight picks up the letter off the counter and opens it.
Anon: What's that?
Twilight: A thank you letter.
>The letter floats up to a good reading distance.
>Thank you for placing your order with sugar cube corner! Your four boxes of cupcakes should be there fresh in no time!

Anon: You're totally serious about this?
Twilight: Yeah.
Anon: You know that that is like... four dozen cupcakes?
Twilight: Well, I was thinking we could do one and a half tonight, then two and a half tomorrow morning.
Anon: That's 18 cupcakes in 4 hours Twilight...
Twilight: Oh, stop worrying about it, I did my research.
Anon: Alright, so what will you need my help with?
Twilight: Well, feeding me of course. I'm going to want to stop after about seven, so you'll just have to keep on going.
Anon: You're sure you want that?
Twilight: Oh, shh. I wouldn't have lead you on if I didn't, but in exchange I do formally want one of your shirts.
Anon: Deal.
>Twilight trots back up to the dorm.
Twilight: Let me know when the cupcakes get here!
Anon: Alrighty, you want me to make our bed?
Twilight: I did it while we were talking.
>You look over to the bed, why cant you have telekinesis?
Anon: Alrighty, I'll just lounge about, maybe re-read something.
Twilight: Go for it, they should be here in about ten minutes.
>You stroll over to the bookshelves, Twilight is always organizing these things but never dusts them.
>You take one of the books out and blow on it.
>Huge ass dust cloud right up in yo face.
>Sneeze attack, god you look like an idiot.
Twilight: What's going on?
Anon: (Sneeze) Just looking through your books.
Twilight: Oh, are some of them dusty?
Anon: I'll dust them for you tommorow.
>Crack open the book and sit in a chair.
>You've read this book like five times.
>You've read every book like five times.
>No wonder Twilight wanted to get with you.
>Might as well just relax.
>Knock on the door.
>There goes relaxing.
>Another knock.
>Fucking Pinkie Pie.
>More knocks.
>Open the door.
>Get on the floor.
>Everybody walk the dinosaur.

>Open the door
>No Dinosaur
>Just Pinkie Pie
Anon: Hey there Pi-
Pinkie Pie: Hi Anon, how are you, I'm doing swell, Mr Cake and Mrs Cake kept talking about how well they did on these ones and how whoever ordered them is one lucky guy!
Anon: That is very nice, Pinkie.
Pinkie Pie: I know! So I brought them right over and handed them to you! Oh, silly me, thank you for placing your order with sugar cube corner, please come back again!
Anon: Alrighty, after all you are the most popular sweet shop in Ponyville, so I'll be seein-
Pinkie Pie: They make you say that when you deliver things at sugar cube, its pretty weird, I mean everyone knows where they ordered their things so it's kind of-
>You sit for a while, watching Pinkie ramble on before she eventually trots off gleefully.
Anon: The cupcakes have arrived!
Twilight: Good, I'm in our room, come and meet me, and bring the cupcakes!

>You take a few steps into the room.
>Twilight is sprawled across the bed, trying to be seductive.
>Shes just being adorable.
Anon: I brought the cupcakes, are you ready?
>Twilight sits up, one of your shirts under her hooves.
Anon: I'm guessing you found the shirt you want?
Twilight: It's the one you came to Equestria in.
>You sit on the bed, laying the cupcakes on the corner, that was really romantic and deep for Twilight.
Anon: You're getting pretty good at this whole romantic thing.
Twilight: Am I? I've been working at it pretty hard.
Anon: You've been doing really well.
>You run your fingers through Twilight's hair.
>She lies down and cuddles up to you.
Anon: Alright, want to get started?
Twilight: Yes!
>Wow, she actually seemed genuinely excited.

Anon: So... Should I start it and just go the whole way, or do you want to eat them until you need me?
Twilight: I'd like to just lie down, if that's alright, it's only eating, after all.
Anon: Yeah, speaking of that, is that rule about eating in the bed void now?
Twilight: Only for me.
Anon: That's not fair, though.
>Twilight giggles a bit and rubs her cheek up against your side.
>You pick up a cupcake, going with the flow of the moment, and hold it out in front of her.
>Twilight opens wide, but to no avail, cupcake crumbs everywhere.
Twilight: Mrmph Hrmph Durmph Furmph.
Anon: What?
Twilight: These are good cupcakes.
>Twilight smiles geniunely, maybe shes actually into this.
Anon: How about we cut the cupcakes in half.
Twilight: Or fourths, maybe. Here, let me get the knife.
>One of the kitchen knives drifts in through the bedroom door, which closes shut and locks behind.
Anon: Oh no, I'm trapped.
>The knife drifts into your hand, and you carefully cut the cupcakes into fourths.
Anon: Alrighty, lets try this again.
>You pick another piece of the cupcake and put it onto twilight's tongue.
>Twilight seems to be enjoying the cupcakes.
>The same goes on for several cupcakes, by the fourth Twilight is lying on her back rubbing her stomach with her hooves.
Twilight: You know, I'm really liking this, I'm feeling full already though.
Anon: We'll see how you do.

>You run your free hand across Twilight's cheek, rubbing off the frosting from your first failed attempt and run your palm down her neck onto her stomach.
>You can feel Twilight's stomach start to bloat and expand as you feed her cupcake after cupcake.
Anon: Well, that's cupcake number twelve, only six more to go, how are you feeling?
>Twilight looks over to you, closes her eyes and lets out a long moan.
Twilight: This is the best.
Anon: I'm glad you like cupcakes, its probably all we're going to be eating for the next two days, there's no way you'll finish four boxes.
Twilight: One and a half today, two and a half tomorrow, watch me.

>Twilight rubbed her hooves up and down her bloated midsection until reaching your hands.
>You run your fingers up and down her middle and around her hooves.
>Twilight giggles and moans.
Twilight: More cupcakes, please.
Anon: If you say so.
>Twilight goes into a frenzy on the next four cupcakes, eating them faster than the first.
Anon: Woah, easy there.
>Twilight cuddles up to you, attempting to move her expanded middle to a comfortable and non awkward position, to no avail.
>Her stomach is pressed up against you, who have at this point had to curl around it.
>You run a single finger around her naval and put another cupcake in her mouth as she moans.
>The last cupcake is gently and romantically placed onto Twilight's tongue, and drops down into the abyss that is her stomach.
>Damn, look at her belly.
>Twilight must have eaten four pounds of cupcakes, her stomach seemed stretched to it's capacity.
>Twilight lied cuddled against you, breathing heavily.
Twilight: Did we reach eighteen?
Anon: We sure did.
>You roll Twilight over into a spooning position, running your hands up and down her engorged middle and burying her face in her sweetly scented mane.
Anon: Goodnight, Twilight.
Twilight: Goodnight, Anon.

>Morning comes, the sun shines through the drapes right into your eyes.
>Damn you, Celestia.
>Twilight is pretty well wrapped around you at this point, her hard, bloated middle is now soft as a pillow.
>You cant tell how much she's gained, but damn she feels nice.
>You attempt to roll over, burying your face in new pillowy Twilight without waking her up.
>She does.
Twilight (Half asleep): Anon?
>You look up at Twilight.
Anon: Good morning, I'm right here.
Twilight: What are you doing down there?
Anon: Using you as a pillow.
>Twilight rolls up a bit and pushes her hoof into her middle.
Twilight: I can see why. Wow.
Anon: I think it's very nice.
Twilight: Me too.
>Twilight rolls over onto her stomach, pushing an indent in the bed and relaxing.
>Damn shes adorable.
Twilight: I get to enjoy it too.
Anon: Glad to see that you are, Rainbow would have to take some serious time off if we had to get her help having you work that away.
Twilight: Rainbow doesn't have to worry about anything, Pinkie might though.
>Twilight curls up, resting her back on the pillows.
Twilight: Go ahead Anon, your warmth feels nice.
>You rest your cheek on her stomach and stroke her side.
>Twilight giggles.
>You continue this for a while before sitting up, hugging Twilight, and wandering into the foyer.
Twilight: What's for breakfast this morning, Anon?

Anon: Whatever you feel like, Twilight.
>Twilight walks out of your room, she did gain quite a bit, even if she had eighteen cupcakes.
Twilight: I'm not sure... Something sweet... But not cupcakes, we're going to have those before bed...
Anon: Something breakfasty, appley, creamy?
Twilight: Hmm...
>Twilight's eyes drift around the room for a bit as she decides what to eat for breakfast...
Twilight: Would you mind making a quick trip?
Anon: Not at all.
Twilight: How about doughnuts?
>Twilight must be REALLY into this.
Anon: How many?
Twilight: A platter.
Anon: How long is it going to take us to eat a platter?
Twilight: Implying you'll get any.
>Twilight winks and smiles, still trying to be romantic but ending up adorable.
Anon: Alright, let me get a shirt and hat and I'll be right out.
>One of your shirts and your favorite hat drift over and rest on top of your head.
>You pull on the shirt and hat and head for the door.
Anon: Don't move around too much, wouldn't want all that work to go to waste.
>Twilight is already plopped on a pillow reading a book.
Twilight: What was that, Anon?
Anon: Nothing, be back with doughnuts in a few minutes.

>Strolling back to Twilight's and your tree
>Rainbow Dash out of nowhere.
Anon: Woah, hey there Rainbow, whats going on?
Rainbow Dash: Have you and Twilight been up to something, its like you've been stocking up for a dragon attack.
Anon: No, we're just getting a bit more food now a days... Getting a lot more guests and the such.
>Rainbow Dash eyes you suspiciously.
>I'm not telling you about my fetish Rainbow Dash
>Rainbow continues eyeing you.
Anon: Well, I better get these in the fridge before they get all soggy.
Rainbow Dash: Wait a second, Anon.
>Ohshit.
Rainbow Dash: Could I have one? They look really good and I'm sure thats enough to share just one.
>Rainbow dash puppy dogs you.
Anon: Alright, you can have some, but they're made special so don't take too many.
>Rainbow takes a doughnut and eats it, you sit on the bench checking your watch.
>Rainbow Dash's eyes widen.
Rainbow Dash: Can I have one more?
Anon: Haven't you had doughnuts before?
Rainbow Dash: Never from sugarcube, these are amazing!
Anon: Alright, one more, but I gotta get back to Twilight.
Rainbow Dash: Sure thing, Anon. See you around.
>Rainbow whizzes off as fast as she came.

Door: Knock knock.
Twilight: It's unlocked!
Anon: Alright.
>You open the door and lay the cupcake platter on the middle counter.
Anon: Where'd you go, Twilight?
Twilight: I'm in the bedroom.
Anon: Isn't it a little early for a na-
>You walk into the bedroom, Twilight has the cupcakes out and frosting all over her cheeks.
>You have a little something... all over your cheeks.
>Twilight trots up and gives you a frosting flavored kiss.
>Twilight looks up at you.
Twilight: Sorry we wont be able to do the whole box thing tonight I just got hungry and thought...
Anon: It's no big deal, everyone loves cupcakes.
>Twilight looks up at you happily.
Twilight: Did you bring the doughnuts?
Anon: Yup, and Mr. Cake made a few extra just for you.
Twilight: How nice of him, mind bringing them in here?
Anon: No problem, you want me to put the cupcakes back?
Twilight: Nah, might as well keep them close.
>Twilight winks, trying to be sexy.
>Hnnnnng.

>You lay down onto the bed, laying your head on one of the many pillows.
>Twilight brings the doughnuts and cupcakes close to you, crawls over adorably, and rests her newfound softness on you.
>She cuddles up close to you, just right so you can feel her heartbeat against yours, then begins once again eating.
>You spend a while, just enjoying the warmth of Twilight against you, you feel every bite she takes.
>Slowly but surely, Twilight's stomach expands to press up tightly against yours, sending the excess fat to the sides.
>Shes not quite a blanket yet, but she'll get there.
Twilight: You're so warm, Anon, we should sleep like this tonight.
Anon: Of course, Twilight, I'd love that.
>Why wait, you pull up a blanket over the both of your middles, making sure to give Twilight her eating room, and curl up against her, falling into a slumber.

>Sunlight
>Celestia!!!
>Twilight has moved since you last awoke, she is now cuddled beside you, snoring softly.
>You sit up slightly and look around.
>Holy shit.
>All the boxes are empty, save for a peice of a cupcake and a "For you, Anon" Written in icing.
>Hnnnng
>You relax a bit, getting a feel for the cool morning breeze, and curl up once again around Twilight.
>You are pleasantly surprised to find she has softened up exponentially since last night.
>You rest your cheek against hers, resting your arm on the side of her belly and stroking her up and down.
>Twilight giggles and her eyes open slowly.
>You've been the first thing Twilight has seen in the morning for about three weeks now, you're so romantic.
Twilight: What an... Interesting sensation that is.
Anon: In a good or bad way?
Twilight: Veeeeery good.
>You and Twilight exchange a romantic kiss as she grins and giggles from your strokes.
Twilight: I'm going to make a huge list for Mrs. Cake this morning, mind delivering it to her for me?
Anon: Not at all, just going to rest for the day?
Twilight: I'll probably just re-organize while you're out.
Anon: I don't know, Mr. Cake is a pretty good cook, are you sure you can organize that fast?
Twilight: With the list I'm making? I'd bet you every bit I have.