GROOOOOWLL

"...Oh no..."

"Oh dear."

The beastly sound emanated from the top floor of Sugar Cube Corner. A sound that often causes the bakery's owners' bodies to shudder. For they know the monster that produces such a haunting howl. And, the far too frequent slaughter that occurs as a result of its demands. The bakers must usually be sure to meet them with a steady supply.

And, today they could only make so many tributes in reserve. The feeling of dread permeated the kitchen as Mr. and Mrs. Cake heard the telltale clops coming from the second floor. She was on the move. The gluttonous fiend would be coming down the stairs any moment now.

GROOOOOWLL

"Uh oh! Sounds like it's tummy's time of the month! And, we're only two weeks in.", chirped a certain pink, party pony, up in her room.

Pinkie Pie was feeling that hunger that came to her, at least, once every month. The hunger that made her already intimidating appetite amplify to a whole other level. Although, it seemed like this was becoming a bit more common of an occurrence than the carefree pony realized.

"Time to see what the Cakes have for me! It's my day off! And, I'm gonna enjoy it the best I can! What better way is there to have a good day off than to have some yummy treats?"

Pinkie began trotting towards her door. The ensuing clops making slightly louder squeaks on the floor boards than she remembered.
"Mr. Cake really needs to fix that.", she thought. But, that thought was interrupted when she caught a glance at herself in her mirror, from the corner of her eye. She turned her full attention to it.

"Huh. That's weird."

Pinkie Pie was never really a fat filly. A little bit thicker than most, maybe. A surprising feat of nature, considering her affinity for all things sweet. Well...it's more like a nearly crippling addiction to them. But, she was responsible enough with her own intake to not become overweight. Believe it or not, her metabolism has limits. And, she's very aware of them. At least, that's what she always believed.

Pinkie was a grown mare who had discipline...So, why were her balloons looking a bit stretched?

"Whistles", Pinkie twisted and turned in front of her mirror. "Is it me? Or am I lookin' at a bit more Pie than usual?"

GROOOOOWLL

"Hnnnnng. That's not the pie I was referring to, tummy! We'll get to that in a minute!"

Pinkie then turned to her most faithful friend in the world. Gummy blinked once, then gave Pinkie Pie his signature mile long stare to signify that she had his attention.

Pinkie frowned, and her eyes shimmered a bit as she gazed pleadingly at her alligator pal. "Hey, Gummy?....Am I getting fat?"

Gummy only bore his all seeing gaze into his pink companion. He noted that his master has been looking a bit fuller than usual, for the past few weeks. However, Gummy's tact was probably that of one of the most refined gentlecolts in Equestria. He could never really point out to his friend how her butt cheeks had seemingly inflated an extra two inches or so. Or, how her thighs had widened just about as much. Or, how Pinkie Pie's barrel now drooped halfway to her knees while standing. Or, how her neck produced the ghost of a second chin when she looked down. Or, how her face had rounded slightly more, as well.

Gummy's mind raged within a tempest of conflicted hesitation. On one claw, he could just tell her the truth. Pinkie Pie and Gummy had a long-lasting relationship that revolved around a deep trust that could never be tainted. Not even by a weight problem. However, on the other claw, Gummy knew that a mare's emotions tended to contradict her initial thoughts, at times. She may want an honest opinion. But, she may not be prepared for it.

"Most beings with a capacity for complex thought and emotion deal with this quandary. Is it better to be plagued with the thoughts of reality that are the result of a bystander's influence? It is the quickest and most efficient choice. You learn from another's perspective quicker than from your own. However, thoughts coming from another can be demoralizing. We all seek approval from one another. Including ourselves. Weakened self esteem has no easy fix. Or, should the truth be found from internal realization? A risky choice, to say the least. As one can only grasp so much of one's self in a broader time span. But, a choice that may test the fortitude of one's ingenuity. And, one may become more adept in self awareness and acceptance as a result. Gaining the will to change accordingly, and when necessary. Although, the opposite could still happen..."

Pinkie shifted slightly, waiting for an answer. Her butt and belly jiggled slightly as a result.

"And, then...of course...."

Gummy blinked his left eye once, then his right eye twice.

"Huh. I guess I may be worrying about nothing. Thanks, Gummy!"

GROOOOOWLL

"Alright! Alright! Sheesh! I best mosey on down to cake town."

Gummy watched as his chubby, pink master trotted with a bounce to her step, out the door. Giving Gummy the perfect view of her rhythmically wobbling buns.

"That ass, though....May the plot thicken...."

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Mr. and Mrs. Cake were racking their brains to figure out how to quell the situation. Pinkie Pie has become a bit more of a burden lately, due to the terrifying reality that her already overzealous appetite has been increasing. And, she has been relying on the bakery's leftovers and extras a bit too much for them to handle. Her more than frequent 'test baking' has been taking a toll on their supplies. Her taking advantage of her current living situation has been getting out of hand. A pony with a sweet tooth like Pinkie's could only spend so much time living in a bakery before they made the place go bankrupt from supply costs.

"The poor dear has definitely lost a bit more control, as of late. Have you taken a good look at her, recently, honey?", a rather concerned Cup Cake asked.

"Yeah, she's definitely put on a few. It's shocking, really. We thought we'd never see the day. But, aside from that, hon; we can't just keep enabling her. We can't afford to have forty percent of our baking costs go to Pinkie's black hole of a stomach. She needs to slow down on the sweets around here.", Carrot Cake admitted.

"Oh, but she doesn't seem to really notice, Carrot. Pinkie's always been a big eater. But, what if she doesn't take somepony telling her that she's getting heavy very well...I don't want to know what she'll do if we tell her she needs to go on a diet...shudders"

They have been reluctant to state their minds on Pinkie's worsening bad habits. She was an unpredictable mare. And, one that had strong emotions. They didn't want to have a melodramatic Pinkie on their hooves. Or, worse, an angry one.

GROOOOOWLL "Heya, guys!"

Pinkie bounced into the kitchen, eagerly sniffing the air and wagging her tail. Causing some of her new chub to wobble. However, Pinkie realized that she could not find what her tummy was looking for. She gave the Cakes an odd look.

"Wait a second...I don't smell any fresh treats being baked right now. Aren't you gonna make more for the rest of the day's potential customers?"

"Potential customers is the key word there.", Carrot mumbled.

"Pinkie...we're not making extras today. It's been a rather slow afternoon. And, we need to wait for more ingredients, anyway."

Pinkie whined, "Aaaaaaw...But, I'm soooo hun- I-I mean, what if we get a sudden rush?", Pinkie gave them a nervous smile after that slip up.

Mr. Cake looked at her critically with a raised eyebrow. "I'm sorry, Pinkie, but we can't just make cakes out of thin air. If we run short. We run short until more ingredients arrive. That's always how it has been....Pinkie???"

In Pinkie's mind, his voice echoed.

"I'm sorry, Pinkie, but we can't just make cakes out of thin air."

"Can't just make cakes out of thin air."

"Make cakes out of thin air." Memories of the hijinks of a certain socially skewed unicorn came to mind.

GROOOOOWLL

"GAAAAAAAAAAASSSP! THAT'S IT!"

Pinkie drooled profusely as she turned away from the cakes and made a wild sprint out of the kitchen and then the bakery.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake were somewhat dumbfounded. But, mostly alarmed. This could not be good.

"Honey..."

"Y-yes dear?"

"Go lock the front entrance and put the closed sign up...And, if any government officials, authorities, or guards come knocking; tell them we have no affiliation with Pinkie Pie whatsoever."

"Yes dear...."

Author's Note

I decided to put the rest of the story in chapter two. By the time I really got my mojo going and started having fun writing this, I didn't have enough time to fully develop the entire thing for the Fapstraviganza event without half-assing it. Besides, I got kinda carried away with writing this opening sequence that doesn't really have much fetish material to begin with. I at least have enough here for it to be seen by the other people interested in the event. And, I actually want to complete a story, for once!

P.S. There is not enough Pinkie Pie weight gain on this site.