/mlp/ Request Dumpby Baron Von ClopChaptersRarity dicks up a spell and gets fat (magic weight gain)Twilight vs. ice cream slime monster (inflation/stuffing/force feeding)"Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing)Rarity dicks up a spell and gets fat (magic weight gain)Rarity's snout scrunched up at the scale as the number spun around. She'd gotten used to exactly how long it took for the scale to settle on the weight she knew it would be, because it always is. But today, it took a little too long. It was only a second or two, but she instantly felt the bottom of her stomach exit her body and enter orbit. She was mortified. 138. 138. This wasn't 132, and so it was a huge problem. Thankfully, she had a plan for this. Knowing that there were simply some times she wouldn't be able to avoid a couple of pounds, be it from parties or travel or what-have-you, she was prepared. A unicorn was nothing without magic. As she stepped off the scale with a quiet, annoyed snort, she turned her head towards the organized chaos that was her bookshelf. The spine of an inconspicuous book with no title lit blue as it floated off the shelf and right in front of Rarity, pages spinning as she located one in particular. Miracle Mare's Miraculous Model Maker emblazoned the top of the page, even going as far as sparkling purple when the page was first opened. It was an interesting effect, but one many spell tomes had already exposed her to. Still, it wasn't the title she cared about, it was the spell itself. There had been a few times before she'd cast it on herself, with expected results, but memorization of spells was difficult for all but... well, Twilight. Rarity's eyes scanned along the page as the words tumbled through her mind, chin lowering just a touch as her horn began to glow and the magic of the spell began to flow through her whole body. Her flanks and belly took on a dull glow, Rarity targeting the "problem" spots. The page was gripped as she prepared to flip it, fairly accurate timing required for a live casting of a spell like so, and just as she reached the last word of the page... It was stuck. Half a second passed and she tugged at it again, but something had stuck the pages together. A full second, and far too much time had passed, her concentration lost and her mind let the spell slip. She squeaked in pain as her horn let out a few sparks, vivid pain having struck her in the head. The spell failed spectacularly in a shower of magic, a shiny glow radiating off of her hips and belly as she screwed her eyes shut, reflexively taking a step back from the tome as it slammed down against the floor, shutting closed as her magic washed away from her. "Ow," she said, wincing slightly as her forehead throbbed. An angry groan rose up from her throat, before being diffused into an annoyed snort instead. "Whatever," Rarity said as she trotted away, striking the tome on the ground with a hoof as she passed it. "I'll deal with it tomorrow." ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( Rarity fluttered her eyes open as her alarm clock rang, though the sleepmask she wore kept her blind. Still, her hoof shot out of her sheets and slammed against the top of the clock, one last ring! punctuating it before it stopped. The movement caused her chest to wobble slightly, and she had to pause and think about that for a moment. Why was she wobbling? Her horn ignited as she flung her sleep mask off, head tilting down to glance at the rest of her body, the second chin she now sported bunching up and brushing against the bottom of her snout. She swallowed, hard, eyeing the mound that now rose above her while she lie in bed, rounding out her sheets where her soft, lithe barrel was when she went to sleep. An ear-shattering screech rung out, the sleeping Opalescence bolting out of the room reflexively at the sudden noise. The sheet that covered Rarity's body was gripped in a blue, magic glow as it was flung across the room, plopping against the floor after it hit the far wall. Rarity's expression soured immediately, though the shock kept her mouth agape. She was, in a word, huge. Her flat belly, though slightly curved, now bowled forward above her, spreading out to the sides against the bed where she lie on her back, bulging down between her legs, obscuring the view of her flanks. A part of her was glad she couldn't see any lower -- it saved her from knowing how huge her ass had gotten. She shifted in bed as she pushed herself to roll over, but the new-found weight proved to be a bit of a struggle as she fought against her added girth. The sensation of being weighed down so heavily, especially in her incredibly pliant bed, caused her to try several times, grunting as she tried to pull herself up to her hooves. Finally, she gave herself a push with magic, the tubby unicorn shoving herself out of bed and to her hooves where she nearly immediately hit the floor, knees not ready for such added bulk. She kept her footing as she immediately trotted to the wall mirror she had in her room, audibly whining at the feeling of the round belly she now had brushing against her legs as she bounced over towards it. She stood facing it, biting her lip before she turned to the side, head cocked in order to glance at her body. Sure enough, her worst fears were realized! The lithe, trim figure she went to bed with had disappeared, replaced by a much rounder appearance. Her flanks had widened significantly, distorting the diamonds on her hips just a touch, enough to make them asymmeticrical. Where they each matched each other the night before, the one highest on her leg was now taller and the one closest to her rump now wider. It was infuriating, she realized, and not just because she was, well, fat. Her rump thickened in pace, too, rounding out behind her far further than it ever had before, drooping slightly as it reached her knee and bulging down between the joint. It was quite an ass, though she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it. Farther up, her eyes reached that belly. Drooping low and wide, she couldn't help but jerk one of her legs slightly to watch it wobble, the huge barrel of fat quivering with the movement as it bounced between her legs. Her flanks indented it, wide enough to match their girth pre-gain, and the faint outline of a roll bulged along the top right where it melded with her huge rump. It swung below her, still quite a distance above the ground (thankfully), but still incredibly obvious - there was no hiding this, like there was the five pound gain from before. She was downright fat, and there wasn't much she could do to cover this up. Her chest, too, had swollen a bit, soft desposits forming around her shoulders and her neck, even while standing, was outlined with a second chin as it rolled down to meet her chest. She inhaled sharp, before letting out a huge whine. The only question she had, as she bit her lip again, looking at her pudgy cheeks as they bulged out, was how the hell she was going to get Twilight to reverse it without being seen in public. After all, it had to be reversible. Right? Author's Note For >22398820. Twilight vs. ice cream slime monster (inflation/stuffing/force feeding)Twilight tried to think about how the huge, white monster that was standing in the library's main room got in to begin with. The thing was pretty big, maybe about the size of a pony, if ponies were in the shape of a blob. It was white, maybe a light tan, and black little flecks spotted it's coat. Well, not coat, but Twilight couldn't really think of another word for it. Her horn turned a glowy purple as she levitated one of the flecks that had fallen out of the creature, floating it towards herself. It was round, flat on the bottom and came to a point near the top. ...It was a chocolate chip. She floated it to her mouth, popping it in before her brow furrowed. Yes. This was chocolate. So why was it alive? Twilight didn't have much time to think about it, as the creature lunged at her and immediately wrapped a tendril around her neck. She bounced back, hooves scrabbling against the wooden floor as a chill ran down her spine - it was cold, biting through her coat and chilling her neck where it touched her. It solidified rapidly, gripping her in it's cold grasp as another tendril popped out of the back of it and instantly shot for her mouth. She recoiled and tried to pull away when she realized she was being "attacked", but the creature was faster than her reflexes and a creamy, vanilla flavor rushed through her mouth. Were this any other circumstance, she probably would have commented on how damn good it tasted. The creature didn't waste any time, and Twilight soon found herself swallowing as it pushed it's way down her throat. Reflexes kicked in and she gagged once, but when her throat realized it was going down, not up, she changed her tune and started to gulp it down, instincts telling her to clear her throat so she could breathe. Her throat rippled as she squirmed side to side, trying to figure a way to dislodge it from her neck. Her horn activated, but she immediately found it chilled straight to the bone; the creature's third tendril wrapped around the pointy part of her head, and the icy magic nullified her own. Were this any other situation, Twilight might have made mention of the flavor. All things considered, this was really good ice cream. Thick and tasty, though soft enough to consume with little issue, it had a pleasant texture that she would have happily eaten willingly if the damn thing had just asked. But it didn't, and she was in the position she was now. The creature's size diminished at the exact rate it pumped itself into her stomach, though she'd never been too big of an eater and the monster rapidly found itself competing for space within Twilight's belly. Not that it slowed at all, everything that didn't drip onto the floor as the monster slowly melted being pushed into her throat with rhythmic pulses that matched the rate she swallowed at, as if it were designed to be consumed as fast as possible. Twilight felt her middle bloat outward as it forced its way into her, an overwhelming feeling of fullness washing over her as she struggled a little more. Still, she was tiring herself out, the mare's forelegs burning with exhaustion as she pushed harder against the floor to break the grip around her neck. Her stomach grew taut as the ice cream filled her, flat belly growing rounder and rounder with each passing moment. She felt her gut brush against her legs as it swelled out, angry little gurgles rising up out of her stomach as it stretched to contain the monster. Pain twinged at the roundest parts of her stomach, legs spreading out slightly to accommodate more and more belly as she felt herself expanding. "Mmph... mrr," she groaned out, but she couldn't get a word to annunciate, mouth crammed with ice cream to the point her cheeks were bulging and drips of the melted, creamy dessert ran down her chin and along her neck, dribbling onto the floor. Gulp, gulp. She couldn't help herself, throat swallowing despite the heavy protests rising from her middle in the form of both audible cues and intensifying pain. The monster's stature was dwindling, and she felt the grip around her neck slowly shrinking, the tendril's bulk beginning to waste away as the creature's size greatly shrunk. She wobbled, slightly, legs spreading apart farther to give her stomach more room as she fought to keep eating, a burning sensation in her lungs demanding she breathe but only finding her throat plugged by the dessert being forced into it. Despite being near-exploding, she gulped down faster and faster. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, the last of the creature forced it's way down her throat and Twilight took a sharp gasp of breath in, and immediately regretted it as her stomach radiated with pain. The air expelled itself instantly and she placated her lungs with short gulps of air, instead, catching her breath before she let out a long, pained moan. Her throat and horn still dripped with cream, the sugary sweetness sticking to her coat as she warmed up, letting out a heavy shudder. Her wings extended, cradling her massive stomach, feeling just how round it had grown -- damn near reached her knees, she figured, judging by how full she was. "Urgh..." she groaned out, a small burp rising up out of her absolutely packed stomach as she quivered. She took a step forward, belly sloshing from the movement, and let her renewed magic work, levitating her belly just a touch to keep it from bouncing as she walked towards the couch. She'd clean later, right now she just wanted to rest. Author's Note For >22399240 and >22399352. "Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing)Author's Note For >>.27887396. "Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing) Applejack glanced to her right. One hoof was jammed against her cheek, the other laying across the table in front of her. "She ain't gonna stop, is she?" Across the grassy gnoll, Fluttershy was looking quite, well, round. The bloated pegasus gave a little hiccup as she started walking again, heaving her gut along with her as she did. Poor thing was absolutely stuffed to the brim, that yellow belly dangling between her legs and jostling with each step she took, the slightly audible slosh sound rising from her overfed stomach with each step. Truthfully, they'd stopped counting, but they were pretty sure the skinny pegasus -- or, well, bat pony, as happened tonight -- had managed to pack away eight of the apple pies that were for sale. Were being the operative word; the appearance of a rather "corrupt" Fluttershy having put that on hold. It may have been Nightmare Night, but Fluttershy suddenly sprouting fangs and beginning to ravage pies was a little too scary for most ponies in the area. "Probably... not?" Twilight said, cocking her head to the side as she watched the mare pick up a ninth and just sink her fangs into it. Rather than eat it, she simply sucked the filling out, each moment passing causing her to swallow a few more gulps. Every swallow caused that swollen belly to sway a little bit more, hang a little bit lower, and fill out a little rounder. This one, she had to split her legs slightly, her rear knees bending slightly as she widened her stance to better carry the gut that was fighting for space between them. "You reckon she's gonna get full sometime before she eats all of them?" As the ninth withered, "empty" pie was sucked dry, the completely stuffed Flutterbat picked up the tin and flung it across the farm with far greater strength than average. A small, wet burp rose up out of her sticky throat, causing a tiny bit of apple pie filling to coat her lips before it was immediately licked up, and those slitted eyes locked onto pie ten. "I mean, she looks like she's going to pop if she doesn't. Should we stop her?" Slowly but surely, the converted Fluttershy was chipping away at the stocks. Pie ten was bitten into, this one slightly missing the mark and biting into the side, but the filling didn't care. It was sucked up, just like if she had been dead center, that neck beginning to pulse once more as she gulped down the filling of yet another full pie, that swollen, taut belly letting out a massive gurgle as it was forced to stretch even farther, stance widening even more as she tried to make space. "Nah. Let 'er get 'er fill. Last time this happened, she ain't change for like, six months. Get it out of her system." Ten down, withered away into a husk of what it once was, but this one was simply shoved off the counter and into the grass. A hiccup rose out of her, before one final gurgle from her gut rumbled through her throat. With that, the beyond bloated bat pony flopped over onto her side, stomach sloshing, before a little puff of smoke engulfed her. As it dispersed, those feathery wings were back, the fangs were gone -- leaving one incredibly bloated, but quite normal, pegasus in it's place. "Huh." "Yeah, I ain't gonna lie, I'm gettin' pretty sick of it. This is like the fourth time."
Rarity dicks up a spell and gets fat (magic weight gain)Rarity's snout scrunched up at the scale as the number spun around. She'd gotten used to exactly how long it took for the scale to settle on the weight she knew it would be, because it always is. But today, it took a little too long. It was only a second or two, but she instantly felt the bottom of her stomach exit her body and enter orbit. She was mortified. 138. 138. This wasn't 132, and so it was a huge problem. Thankfully, she had a plan for this. Knowing that there were simply some times she wouldn't be able to avoid a couple of pounds, be it from parties or travel or what-have-you, she was prepared. A unicorn was nothing without magic. As she stepped off the scale with a quiet, annoyed snort, she turned her head towards the organized chaos that was her bookshelf. The spine of an inconspicuous book with no title lit blue as it floated off the shelf and right in front of Rarity, pages spinning as she located one in particular. Miracle Mare's Miraculous Model Maker emblazoned the top of the page, even going as far as sparkling purple when the page was first opened. It was an interesting effect, but one many spell tomes had already exposed her to. Still, it wasn't the title she cared about, it was the spell itself. There had been a few times before she'd cast it on herself, with expected results, but memorization of spells was difficult for all but... well, Twilight. Rarity's eyes scanned along the page as the words tumbled through her mind, chin lowering just a touch as her horn began to glow and the magic of the spell began to flow through her whole body. Her flanks and belly took on a dull glow, Rarity targeting the "problem" spots. The page was gripped as she prepared to flip it, fairly accurate timing required for a live casting of a spell like so, and just as she reached the last word of the page... It was stuck. Half a second passed and she tugged at it again, but something had stuck the pages together. A full second, and far too much time had passed, her concentration lost and her mind let the spell slip. She squeaked in pain as her horn let out a few sparks, vivid pain having struck her in the head. The spell failed spectacularly in a shower of magic, a shiny glow radiating off of her hips and belly as she screwed her eyes shut, reflexively taking a step back from the tome as it slammed down against the floor, shutting closed as her magic washed away from her. "Ow," she said, wincing slightly as her forehead throbbed. An angry groan rose up from her throat, before being diffused into an annoyed snort instead. "Whatever," Rarity said as she trotted away, striking the tome on the ground with a hoof as she passed it. "I'll deal with it tomorrow." ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( Rarity fluttered her eyes open as her alarm clock rang, though the sleepmask she wore kept her blind. Still, her hoof shot out of her sheets and slammed against the top of the clock, one last ring! punctuating it before it stopped. The movement caused her chest to wobble slightly, and she had to pause and think about that for a moment. Why was she wobbling? Her horn ignited as she flung her sleep mask off, head tilting down to glance at the rest of her body, the second chin she now sported bunching up and brushing against the bottom of her snout. She swallowed, hard, eyeing the mound that now rose above her while she lie in bed, rounding out her sheets where her soft, lithe barrel was when she went to sleep. An ear-shattering screech rung out, the sleeping Opalescence bolting out of the room reflexively at the sudden noise. The sheet that covered Rarity's body was gripped in a blue, magic glow as it was flung across the room, plopping against the floor after it hit the far wall. Rarity's expression soured immediately, though the shock kept her mouth agape. She was, in a word, huge. Her flat belly, though slightly curved, now bowled forward above her, spreading out to the sides against the bed where she lie on her back, bulging down between her legs, obscuring the view of her flanks. A part of her was glad she couldn't see any lower -- it saved her from knowing how huge her ass had gotten. She shifted in bed as she pushed herself to roll over, but the new-found weight proved to be a bit of a struggle as she fought against her added girth. The sensation of being weighed down so heavily, especially in her incredibly pliant bed, caused her to try several times, grunting as she tried to pull herself up to her hooves. Finally, she gave herself a push with magic, the tubby unicorn shoving herself out of bed and to her hooves where she nearly immediately hit the floor, knees not ready for such added bulk. She kept her footing as she immediately trotted to the wall mirror she had in her room, audibly whining at the feeling of the round belly she now had brushing against her legs as she bounced over towards it. She stood facing it, biting her lip before she turned to the side, head cocked in order to glance at her body. Sure enough, her worst fears were realized! The lithe, trim figure she went to bed with had disappeared, replaced by a much rounder appearance. Her flanks had widened significantly, distorting the diamonds on her hips just a touch, enough to make them asymmeticrical. Where they each matched each other the night before, the one highest on her leg was now taller and the one closest to her rump now wider. It was infuriating, she realized, and not just because she was, well, fat. Her rump thickened in pace, too, rounding out behind her far further than it ever had before, drooping slightly as it reached her knee and bulging down between the joint. It was quite an ass, though she wouldn't be caught dead admitting it. Farther up, her eyes reached that belly. Drooping low and wide, she couldn't help but jerk one of her legs slightly to watch it wobble, the huge barrel of fat quivering with the movement as it bounced between her legs. Her flanks indented it, wide enough to match their girth pre-gain, and the faint outline of a roll bulged along the top right where it melded with her huge rump. It swung below her, still quite a distance above the ground (thankfully), but still incredibly obvious - there was no hiding this, like there was the five pound gain from before. She was downright fat, and there wasn't much she could do to cover this up. Her chest, too, had swollen a bit, soft desposits forming around her shoulders and her neck, even while standing, was outlined with a second chin as it rolled down to meet her chest. She inhaled sharp, before letting out a huge whine. The only question she had, as she bit her lip again, looking at her pudgy cheeks as they bulged out, was how the hell she was going to get Twilight to reverse it without being seen in public. After all, it had to be reversible. Right? Author's Note For >22398820.
Twilight vs. ice cream slime monster (inflation/stuffing/force feeding)Twilight tried to think about how the huge, white monster that was standing in the library's main room got in to begin with. The thing was pretty big, maybe about the size of a pony, if ponies were in the shape of a blob. It was white, maybe a light tan, and black little flecks spotted it's coat. Well, not coat, but Twilight couldn't really think of another word for it. Her horn turned a glowy purple as she levitated one of the flecks that had fallen out of the creature, floating it towards herself. It was round, flat on the bottom and came to a point near the top. ...It was a chocolate chip. She floated it to her mouth, popping it in before her brow furrowed. Yes. This was chocolate. So why was it alive? Twilight didn't have much time to think about it, as the creature lunged at her and immediately wrapped a tendril around her neck. She bounced back, hooves scrabbling against the wooden floor as a chill ran down her spine - it was cold, biting through her coat and chilling her neck where it touched her. It solidified rapidly, gripping her in it's cold grasp as another tendril popped out of the back of it and instantly shot for her mouth. She recoiled and tried to pull away when she realized she was being "attacked", but the creature was faster than her reflexes and a creamy, vanilla flavor rushed through her mouth. Were this any other circumstance, she probably would have commented on how damn good it tasted. The creature didn't waste any time, and Twilight soon found herself swallowing as it pushed it's way down her throat. Reflexes kicked in and she gagged once, but when her throat realized it was going down, not up, she changed her tune and started to gulp it down, instincts telling her to clear her throat so she could breathe. Her throat rippled as she squirmed side to side, trying to figure a way to dislodge it from her neck. Her horn activated, but she immediately found it chilled straight to the bone; the creature's third tendril wrapped around the pointy part of her head, and the icy magic nullified her own. Were this any other situation, Twilight might have made mention of the flavor. All things considered, this was really good ice cream. Thick and tasty, though soft enough to consume with little issue, it had a pleasant texture that she would have happily eaten willingly if the damn thing had just asked. But it didn't, and she was in the position she was now. The creature's size diminished at the exact rate it pumped itself into her stomach, though she'd never been too big of an eater and the monster rapidly found itself competing for space within Twilight's belly. Not that it slowed at all, everything that didn't drip onto the floor as the monster slowly melted being pushed into her throat with rhythmic pulses that matched the rate she swallowed at, as if it were designed to be consumed as fast as possible. Twilight felt her middle bloat outward as it forced its way into her, an overwhelming feeling of fullness washing over her as she struggled a little more. Still, she was tiring herself out, the mare's forelegs burning with exhaustion as she pushed harder against the floor to break the grip around her neck. Her stomach grew taut as the ice cream filled her, flat belly growing rounder and rounder with each passing moment. She felt her gut brush against her legs as it swelled out, angry little gurgles rising up out of her stomach as it stretched to contain the monster. Pain twinged at the roundest parts of her stomach, legs spreading out slightly to accommodate more and more belly as she felt herself expanding. "Mmph... mrr," she groaned out, but she couldn't get a word to annunciate, mouth crammed with ice cream to the point her cheeks were bulging and drips of the melted, creamy dessert ran down her chin and along her neck, dribbling onto the floor. Gulp, gulp. She couldn't help herself, throat swallowing despite the heavy protests rising from her middle in the form of both audible cues and intensifying pain. The monster's stature was dwindling, and she felt the grip around her neck slowly shrinking, the tendril's bulk beginning to waste away as the creature's size greatly shrunk. She wobbled, slightly, legs spreading apart farther to give her stomach more room as she fought to keep eating, a burning sensation in her lungs demanding she breathe but only finding her throat plugged by the dessert being forced into it. Despite being near-exploding, she gulped down faster and faster. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, the last of the creature forced it's way down her throat and Twilight took a sharp gasp of breath in, and immediately regretted it as her stomach radiated with pain. The air expelled itself instantly and she placated her lungs with short gulps of air, instead, catching her breath before she let out a long, pained moan. Her throat and horn still dripped with cream, the sugary sweetness sticking to her coat as she warmed up, letting out a heavy shudder. Her wings extended, cradling her massive stomach, feeling just how round it had grown -- damn near reached her knees, she figured, judging by how full she was. "Urgh..." she groaned out, a small burp rising up out of her absolutely packed stomach as she quivered. She took a step forward, belly sloshing from the movement, and let her renewed magic work, levitating her belly just a touch to keep it from bouncing as she walked towards the couch. She'd clean later, right now she just wanted to rest. Author's Note For >22399240 and >22399352.
"Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing)Author's Note For >>.27887396. "Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing) Applejack glanced to her right. One hoof was jammed against her cheek, the other laying across the table in front of her. "She ain't gonna stop, is she?" Across the grassy gnoll, Fluttershy was looking quite, well, round. The bloated pegasus gave a little hiccup as she started walking again, heaving her gut along with her as she did. Poor thing was absolutely stuffed to the brim, that yellow belly dangling between her legs and jostling with each step she took, the slightly audible slosh sound rising from her overfed stomach with each step. Truthfully, they'd stopped counting, but they were pretty sure the skinny pegasus -- or, well, bat pony, as happened tonight -- had managed to pack away eight of the apple pies that were for sale. Were being the operative word; the appearance of a rather "corrupt" Fluttershy having put that on hold. It may have been Nightmare Night, but Fluttershy suddenly sprouting fangs and beginning to ravage pies was a little too scary for most ponies in the area. "Probably... not?" Twilight said, cocking her head to the side as she watched the mare pick up a ninth and just sink her fangs into it. Rather than eat it, she simply sucked the filling out, each moment passing causing her to swallow a few more gulps. Every swallow caused that swollen belly to sway a little bit more, hang a little bit lower, and fill out a little rounder. This one, she had to split her legs slightly, her rear knees bending slightly as she widened her stance to better carry the gut that was fighting for space between them. "You reckon she's gonna get full sometime before she eats all of them?" As the ninth withered, "empty" pie was sucked dry, the completely stuffed Flutterbat picked up the tin and flung it across the farm with far greater strength than average. A small, wet burp rose up out of her sticky throat, causing a tiny bit of apple pie filling to coat her lips before it was immediately licked up, and those slitted eyes locked onto pie ten. "I mean, she looks like she's going to pop if she doesn't. Should we stop her?" Slowly but surely, the converted Fluttershy was chipping away at the stocks. Pie ten was bitten into, this one slightly missing the mark and biting into the side, but the filling didn't care. It was sucked up, just like if she had been dead center, that neck beginning to pulse once more as she gulped down the filling of yet another full pie, that swollen, taut belly letting out a massive gurgle as it was forced to stretch even farther, stance widening even more as she tried to make space. "Nah. Let 'er get 'er fill. Last time this happened, she ain't change for like, six months. Get it out of her system." Ten down, withered away into a husk of what it once was, but this one was simply shoved off the counter and into the grass. A hiccup rose out of her, before one final gurgle from her gut rumbled through her throat. With that, the beyond bloated bat pony flopped over onto her side, stomach sloshing, before a little puff of smoke engulfed her. As it dispersed, those feathery wings were back, the fangs were gone -- leaving one incredibly bloated, but quite normal, pegasus in it's place. "Huh." "Yeah, I ain't gonna lie, I'm gettin' pretty sick of it. This is like the fourth time."
