Templejack's Big Adventure
What you should probably know before reading: This series is based off an alternate universe of Charlotte’s Web where the main characters are ponies from mlp. Their sizes are based on that of the characters they portray (ie: Applejack’s the size of a rat, Twilight’s the size of a spider, etc etc). More details in the description.
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Since she was a foal Applejack possessed a gift for overeating. The days of her youth naturally consisted of thoughts on how much she could stuff her face with and how much she could find around the area she called home. Regrettably the poor minipony would spend most of her days glutting on what scraps she could find and sleeping in her hole in the ground. Never knowing the fruitful living of a glutton with more food to gorge upon than she’d know what to do with. The most she ever had in her adult age was on Thanksgiving when the farmer had family over. Even the pig she shared her food with was too full with the leftovers to carry on eating, leaving barely enough to make her belly distended. Nowadays she shared her food with Rainbow Dash, whom she considered the worst barnmate ever. Not because of her brash attitude or amount of attention she received from the public. But because of the obnoxious spiderpony she became friends with.
Before Rainbow’s arrival Twilight was more of a docile creature who lived in the rafters all alone. Now thanks to her and Rainbow’s bonding, Applejack has been hassled to run errands to the point she got pecked by birds, nearly pounced on by a cat, and suffer daily harangues of blackmailing. Her mistreatment formed thoughts in her head about moving to a different farm; someplace where her presence wouldn’t be met with disgust or scorn. Perhaps another minipony would be there? It seemed like an excellent idea, all until another barn dweller, one Rarity by name, informed her of a place Applejack could only fathom as being a fairy tale. A fair she called it, the location where Rainbow and Twilight were going to win some sort of prize sought after by the farmer. Not having the slightest interest at first, mentions of a food loaded fairground proved too tantalizing to pass up. More food than she could ever dream of lay beyond the horizon, and she need only hide within Rainbow’s pen until they got there.
Half an hour or so passed before they eventually arrived at their destination. Decadent perfumes of delicious edibles filled the air, causing her mouth to water. It felt like ages before they finally arrived at their stable and were left alone. Not much was in view to tempt Applejack’s gluttonous engine, but she knew food was out there. Waiting, calling for her beyond the rides and game tents. It wouldn’t be until the dead of night, when all the fairgoers departed, that she’d have her chance. Climbing atop of the stable fence she viewed what food was left behind in the distance. Garbage cans filled to the brim with goodies, floors littered with treasures, tables flowing with the remains of hundreds of unfinished dinners.
“Rarity was right,” Applejack rubbed her hooves anxiously with water dripping down her tongue, “This fair is a pony’s paradise.” She hugged herself in elation. All the pent up joy finally coming out after hours of gluttonous anticipation.
“Hey,” scolded Twilight crawling over to her. The pony’s euphoric gaze caused her to grow weary, “Don’t forget you have a task to fulfill.”
“Yeah, yeah, right,” AJ waved her off, focusing back to the food.
“This is serious Applejack. Just get the word first, then do whatever you want.”
“Ah don’t get yer legs tied in a knot sister. Has ol Applejack let ya down yet? I’ll be back sooner than Rarity can spell the word terrific.”
Quickly she lept off the fence before Twilight could get another word in. Though she couldn’t see her face, she knew the spiderpony was glaring back at her. It was of no consequence, as the gorging of a lifetime awaited her just a little bit further. Entering the center of the fairgrounds, Applejack was surrounded by a treasure trove of gluttony the likes of which she had never seen. Practically in fat minipony heaven, her stomach roared and snarled at all the food present. Sandwiches, watermelons, fries, cheeseburgers, popcorn, candy apples, smoothies, shakes, buttered corn on a cob, everything made her mouth water.
“This is fer real, this is everythin’ I’ve ever dreamed of,” she wiped a tear from her eye, “Tonight, I make history fer all gluttonous ponies everywhere!”
Like a bullet, she sped toward the nearest tasty morsel; a dozen hayfries lathered in ketchup nestled within a paper tray. Greedily she shoved a hooful of fries into her mouth, not sparing any time to even savor the taste. Precious food sat around for her to consume. Though it wasn’t going anywhere, she couldn’t wait to stuff them inside her stomach. Gulping down all she could, she smacked her lips in satisfaction. Never had she eaten anything so ripe and pristine; dripping in grease and lathered in salt with the scrumptious taste of a gooey red condiment. The sensation of such a tasty treat inside her belly compelled her to rub it tenderly. Deeply she pressed her hoof into her soft orange fur. Thinking of how this was only the beginning, and what monstrous orange orb her belly would become by the end of the night.
Running here and there across the fairway she blithely gathered scraps of food in her hooves, wolfing it all down in less time than it took her to gather it all. Munching up entire watermelon rinds and drinking the remains of juice boxes, she amassed quite the pudgy belly; rounding out larger than it ever was. After each mouthful she’d bounce it in her hooves, reveling in its plentiful abundance. The feel of it sloshing and thrashing as she bounded toward her next meal brought her great pleasure, along with it growing larger the more she shoved down her gullet. The sensation of overeating coupled with growing fatter was more pleasurable than she originally anticipated. It further excited her to cannonball into a bucket of popcorn or bounced on a mound of gelatin. All before assimilating them into her stomach with surprising rapidity. She wasn’t living life if her mouth wasn’t stuffed with something.
She soon found more creative ways to dazzle her food when it became more abundant. Such as adding sour cream to her chocolate donuts or dripping globs of mustard atop of cinnamon rolls. She even found a pan of some half eaten funnel cake and started tossing all a sundry atop of it including: carrots, cotton candy, chips, toast, sausage bits, cheese, orange rinds, onion rings, all topped off with mayonnaise, vinegar, and thousand island drippings from a leaf of lettuce. Once completed, she sat flat on her hind quarters and gorged on the mountain of randomly compiled food. Shoveling all she can down her gullet, even resorting to stuffing her own hooves in her mouth to get the huge load down. Quickly her belly bloated up from where she sat, spilling outward and even touching the floor when she stood up. Carefully she waddled her way inside the tray to keep her belly from flipping it over, bringing her closer to her mountain of food. Wrapping her forelegs around it she pulled as much as she could into her mouth, taking huge gulps, barely giving herself any rest between mouthfuls. The pile quickly descended over time with only a fat orange orb sitting in the pan; picking food out of her teeth with the tip of a sharp carrot before eating it as well. Her stomach and taste buds processed them all the same, welcoming any odd mixture or concoction with soft bubbling.
After having gorged on so much, Applejack woozily looked over her body. Barely able to look behind her she saw the back of her waist rounding out to her superior rump which bore with it two meaty thighs resting besides a belly the size of a bowling ball. Much of it flattened the edge of the tin pan as it stretched out a couple inches in front of her. Weighing it in her hooves she giggled and grunted in unison at the impressive feeling of lifting all she had gorged upon. Being able to feel all that food sloshing over her hooves and squelch at her slightest touch. Those noises, like a chorus of singing angels to her ears, caused her to release a blissful sigh.
“Oh, what a gorge,” she cooed, hooves running through her bountiful corpulence. “I’ve already eaten so much, but I wreckin’ I haven’t even scratched the surface of this fair. Still, bet there’s no limit this ‘ere stomach can’t handle. Just wait until Twilight sees-.”
Twilight. The mention of her name suddenly turned AJ’s elation into a frown. In all this excitement she had forgotten to search for a word to bring back. Still, a nagging from that purple spider pony would be well worth the massive stomach she put on. But would she really want to go back after all the abuse she’s received, and with so much more left to glut? Soothing scents from the table above her have been begging for her attention since she finished. However, she did pass a place she could find a word, and with it buckets of ice cream and plates with cake slices.
She’d either continue to gorge until morning or gorge while finding a word and returning to her company. The look on their faces caused her belly to wobble and glorp as she giggled. Smacking it heartily, she came to a decision.
a) Glut the night away?
b) Get a word at the party tables?