Too Many Stinky Pies

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 1

“Happy birthday to… me…” your voice cracks as you mournfully finish the song, and you blow out the single candle in the cupcake. In a bare apartment, in a city where you don’t know a single soul, you celebrate your birthday alone.

And then a smile cracks on your face. Actually, you’re pretty excited about this new chapter in your life: leaving behind your old town was tough, but you’re starting your dream job tomorrow. But when you saw a cozy little bakery just down the street from your apartment building, you got the idea to act out a little “sad, lonely birthday” scenario for yourself.

Theatrics aside, though, you are celebrating your birthday alone, and that kinda sucks. But sooner or later you’ll make a friend, right?

There’s a knock at the door, and you sit up in surprise. You’re not expecting anyone, but… maybe someone saw you move in? Could be one of your new neighbors. Might as well start your new life off on a sociable foot. You rise to your feet and walk to the door.

Still a bit cautious, you peer through the peephole - and jerk back slightly as you’re confronted by an enormous blue eye. Whoever’s on the other side, it seems, has their face right up against the other side. The peephole’s lens makes their eye seem incredibly large, too. It’s all you can see.

“Hiii!” chirps a voice from the other side of the door. “Just wanted to meet my new neighbor!”

The voice is feminine, and very friendly. Even if you still haven’t gotten a good look at her, you feel pretty good about opening the door.

You pull the door open, and… oh wow. At first you’re not quite sure what you’re looking at. She’s a woman, you weren’t wrong about that. But she’s huge. Not just tall - seven feet if she’s an inch - but wide. She’s wider than the door.

But her size isn’t what’s strange about her. She’s pink. Not just rosy - every inch of her that you can see is cotton-candy pink. Her face sports a stubby equine snout, and her eyes… well, it wasn’t just the peephole that made them look big. They’re just bigger than human eyes.

And based on what you’re seeing, all these details add up to one conclusion. The creature standing before you is Pinkie Pie. Even her voice is the same, now that you think about it. But she’s not a pony; she’s standing upright, with arms that end in hands and… a prominent bust resting on her enormous belly. She’s also wearing clothes: a purple blouse with puffy sleeves, a short polka-dotted skirt, and below that… no, it can’t be what you think it is.

Setting that aside, though… she’s actually really hot. Not a lot of guys would be into that big belly, but it’s definitely your thing. Pinkie Pie appearing at your door makes no goddamn sense, but it’s hard to be too upset about it.

“Hey, neighbor!” she says, smiling down at you with bright eyes. “I’m Pinkie Pie! I thought you seemed lonely, so I thought I’d come by!”

“Wait,” you say, raising your finger. “So… you, Pinkie Pie, are my neighbor? You live in these apartments? And… hang on, you thought I seemed lonely? Based on what?”

“Aw, don’t worry about it!” says Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie’s here, and that means it’s a party!” Before you can react, she throws her chubby arms around you and lifts you up into a hug. Her flabby belly is pillow-soft, and it feels like you sink halfway into it when she hugs you. Your face is buried between her tits, and while you’re shocked at her strength, it feels amazing to be held like this.

Pinkie releases you, setting you back down on the floor. “Mind if I keep you company?” she asks. “You seem like a fun guy to hang out with! Ooh!” She leans to the side, looking past you at the coffee table on the other side of the room. “You have cupcakes!”

She barges past you, bumping you aside with her belly as she waddles across the floor. There’s a strange crinkling sound every time she moves her legs… but that can’t really mean what you think it means, can it?

Pinkie sits her wide ass on your couch - one of the few pieces of furniture your new apartment has - and starts grabbing cupcakes from the box on your coffee table. She puts one cupcake in her mouth whole - and after chewing for a moment, she swallows and pops the second one in her mouth. And she already has two more cupcakes, one in each hand, ready to eat.

Your instinctive reaction is to be offended. She just charged into your apartment and started eating your cupcakes. A lot of them, without even asking.

But then you realize that you didn’t buy a lot of cupcakes. You bought one cupcake for your lonely birthday party. But now there’s a box on the table, a box with eight cupcakes still in it. What the hell?

You feel like you should be unnerved, but Pinkie is just so friendly that it’s hard to be frightened. You take a seat beside her - and without hesitating, she puts her arm around you, pulling you close. Again, you sink into her belly, settling into the soft, warm flab. “Let’s have some fun!” says Pinkie. “Ooh, you got games!”

Your game system is about the only thing other than your couch that you set up. Pinkie reaches forward and grabs two controllers, placing one into your hand. “What have you got? I wanna play a racing game!” She turns on the system, then navigates the menu with one hand while she shovels cupcakes into her mouth with the other.

It happens that you do have a kart racing game already installed, a Mario Kart knockoff that’s fun enough as long as you don’t care too much about winning. The items aren’t that well balanced and the rubber-banding is a bit much, but it’s fine for parties.

You start up a match, and soon you’re getting into it. It makes no sense that you’re sitting next to Pinkie Pie, a character from a cartoon show… but it’s nice to have a friend. And it’s kind of extra nice that she’s got this big pillowy belly that you can lean against. You’re getting pretty turned on, actually… which feels weird, since you’re still not sure she’s even real.

She’s having a good time, though. She gets really excited every time she gets a good item or takes the lead, although she’d probably be doing better if she didn’t stop every so often to shovel another cupcake into her mouth. Even for a girl as big as her, she’s really putting those cupcakes away. She must have eaten twenty of them by now…

Wait, twenty? The box on the table only held a dozen. And even that box wasn’t there at first - it was just the one cupcake you bought for yourself. You look down at the box of cupcakes - it’s still sized to hold a dozen, but there are nine left in the box. And she’s been eating them constantly.

“Uh, Pinkie?” you say, unsure how to ask the question you have in mind. “So, uh, the cupcakes…”

“They’re really good!” says Pinkie. “They’re from the bakery down the street, right? I hope it’s okay that I took a few… there’s still plenty left for you!”

You look back down at the box, which now holds a full dozen. Goddamn it. “Pinkie, what is going on?” you ask weakly.

“We’re just hanging out!” says Pinkie. “We’re just hanging out, playing some games, eating some cupcakes! What’s wrong - are you nervous about having a girl in your apartment?”

“No, that’s really not it-”

“Nah, I get it!” she says. “Even for a cute guy like you, a sexy girl on your couch can be pretty nerve-wracking! How about I do something to make myself less intimidating?”

Before you can answer, Pinkie leans away from you, lifting one giant buttcheek off the couch. Her face scrunches in concentration, and she releases a long, low fart, an emission that makes your body rattle with the sound of it.

BWUUUUUUMP!

The air fills with the scent of Pinkie’s poot. And it’s a real stinker; being a cartoon pony doesn’t imbue her farts with the fragrance of cotton candy or anything. You should be grossed out… but you’ve always been into that sort of thing. Having a pretty girl release a huge fart right next to you is actually a huge turn-on, and your persistent half-chub grows into a full erection.

“Wow, that was a big one, huh?” says Pinkie. “When a girl farts in front of you, that kinda kills the mystique, right? So now you can just think of me as a regular ol’ friend!” Her mouth curls into a sly grin. “Hmm, it still looks like you’re nervous… maybe I better fart some more! Don’t worry, you pal Pinkie’s gonna keep on farting till there’s no more tension left between us!”

You don’t really know what to say to that, so you just start another round of kart racing. But this time, Pinkie does more than get excited when something good happens - she farts. Sometimes long, sometimes abrupt, but always loud - and increasingly, she’s filling the air with her powerfully smelly gas. And while most people would be retching, you’re more and more turned on, your hard cock twitching with every burst of gas from Pinkie’s giant butt.

And she’s not just farting - she’s slowly inching herself onto your lap. Each time she farts, she’s a little closer: first she’s blasting gas on your outer thigh, then she scoots just a little bit closer. By the time the your kart crosses the finish line, you’re leaning around her to see the screen, and she’s farting directly on your crotch.

And when you prod at the garment she’s wearing under her skirt, you realize you’ve been right all along: she’s wearing a diaper. “Uh, Pinkie?” you say, and she turns her head to smile at you. She’s sitting directly on your lap now, which isn’t so bad, despite her size; she doesn’t seem to weigh quite as much as she should.

“Uh-huh?” she says cheerfully. “Are these farts doing the job? Just say the word and I’ll give you more! I can fart all day if I have to!”

“Uh… I just wanted to ask… are you wearing a diaper?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay… why?”

Pinkie Pie giggles. “So I can do this, silly!” She closes her eyes and clenches her fists… and you hear her diaper crinkling as something pushes its way into it. She’s pooping. She’s pooping her diaper right in front of you. Not just right in front of you - she’s sitting on your lap, and as she fills her diaper you feel the mass settling into your crotch.

And it’s an even bigger turn-on than her body, even bigger than the farting. You’re so into this… and you’re pretty sure Pinkie knows what she’s doing to you. She looks over her shoulder, smiling innocently at you. “Hey, it’s okay for me to poop my diaper, right?”

“Uh, I guess?”

“Okay, good!” says Pinkie. Her smile becomes less innocent. “Because it’d be super rude of me to make big stinky poopies in my diaper if it just so happened that you were… turned on by that sort of thing.” She grunts, pushing more smelly mess into her diaper. “But you’re not, right?”

“No,” you manage to choke out.

“Yeah, you’re not aroused by any of this, right?” she says mockingly. “I bet if I went into your computer I wouldn’t find one single picture of anthro ponies pooping their diapers, would I? No drawings of me unloading massive messes in my pony pampers?” She grunts again, and her diaper swells with poop, actually lifting her up slightly as the mess grows bigger.

“And since you’re not turned on right now, I can do this…” She begins to move her hips back and forth, using her big poopy diaper to stroke your cock through your pants. “... and you won’t even cum!”

You lean back, groaning, as Pinkie mashes her messy diaper into you, still filling it with more and more poop. You should tell her to stop - but you’re absolutely loving this. She’s so big, and she’s pooping endlessly into a diaper that seems to have limitless capacity. As you look down, you see her diaper - lightly tinged brown by the mess within - growing over the sides of your lap, completely enveloping your thighs. But it doesn’t leak - it holds every ounce of her poop as she moves back and forth, stroking your hard cock with her messy diaper. “Mmm, my stinky poopy diaper is so gross, isn’t it?” she says. “Not sexy at all. I bet my big smelly poopies aren’t gonna make you cum, are they? Not even a little bit!”

And then you cum. Groaning, squirming underneath Pinkie’s big pink butt and her enormous brown mess, you jizz straight into your boxers and go limp. “Oh, maybe I was wrong,” says Pinkie. “Maybe you’re a poopy pervert! Well, do you wanna know a secret? Pinkie’s a poopy pervert too! Maybe me and my big messy diaper should stick around, huh? Maybe we could turn your new apartment into Pinkie’s poopy party zone?”

“Okay, sure,” you whisper, too drained - and confused - to argue.

Chapter 2

“All right, party time!” says Pinkie, hopping off your lap to sit beside you again. “Okay, lemme just call up my girls with this phone that I definitely always had.” She pulls a smartphone from somewhere on her person.

“Okay,” you say weakly, still physically recovering from an intense orgasm.

“I definitely had a phone the whole time,” Pinkie clarifies, dialing a number into the smartphone’s screen. “Because if I didn’t, how could I have one now? Phones don’t just come out of nowhere. They’re like cupcakes, that way.”

“Yeah, totally,” you say. “I, uh… I wasn’t gonna, like, challenge you on that.”

“Awesome!” chirps Pinkie. She holds the phone to her face as it rings. Since her ears are much higher up than a human’s, her smartphone isn’t really ideal for the shape of her face. You decide to focus on that, since it’s objectively the least weird thing about her presence here.

“Hey girls!” says Pinkie. “I’m hanging out with my new neighbor! He’s a super cute guy who loves big girls and poopy diapers, and he said it was okay if I had a party! Yeah, bring everybody!”

“Woah!” you say. “Pinkie, don’t just, like… tell people!”

Pinkie covers the phone’s mic with her hand. “Don’t worry,” she tells you, “My friends are just like me! We love filling our diapers with stinky poopies, we love boys who are into that kind of thing, and we’re super good at keeping secrets! It’s okay, right? Don’t you think this housewarming party could use a few more big girls with big dirty diapers?”

“I mean… yeah, that sounds pretty good,” you say. “Your friends are like you?”

“Yeah, they’re just like me!” says Pinkie Pie. Speaking into the phone again, she says “Okay, yeah, come right over!”

And then there’s a knock at the door. Of course. If Pinkie can loaves-and-fishes your birthday cupcake, it shouldn’t be surprising that she can make her friends show up instantly. You stand from the couch and walk to the door, casting a glance back at Pinkie as you reach for the doorknob. She’s grinning at you, clearly eager for you to meet her friends.

You pull the door open, and… oh. It’s Pinkie Pie. It’s three Pinkie Pies, all with different… themes? The one in front is fashionably dressed, with a leather jacket over a white blouse and a black skirt covering her diaper. Flanking her to the right is, you guess, a bro Pinkie, with a baseball cap turned backwards, sunglasses, and a “no fat chicks” t-shirt - presumably a deliberate bit of irony, since all three Pinkies have the same blubbery physique as the original. The bro Pinkie sports a short jean skirt.

And the third Pinkie is some kind of fuckin’ nerd. She nervously avoids eye contact when you look at her, and her t-shirt is a reference to… something, probably. As she shifts her body, the bag slung over her shoulder rattles in a way that suggests it’s full of dice.

But they’re all Pinkie, they’re all seven feet tall and enormously fat, and they’re all wearing visible diapers beneath their skirts. Clean diapers, for the moment.

“Oh, is this the guy?” says the Pinkie in front. Fashion Pinkie. “I like him, he’s cute.”

“Yeah, I could party with this guy,” says Bro Pinkie. “Bring it in, dude!” Rather than waiting for you to come to her, though, she steps forward to wrap you in a bear hug, pulling you into her big pillowy chest and burying your face between her tits. She gives you a series of jocular slaps on the back - solid, but not hard enough to hurt - and then sets you down.

“Nice to meet you,” says Nerd Pinkie. “Uh, so you like girls who… poop? In diapers?”

“Yeah,” you say, not really accustomed to admitting it out loud. “Hey, Pinkie Prime?” you say, looking over your shoulder at the original Pinkie Pie on the couch.

“Uh-huh?” says Pinkie.

“So your friends? They’re... just more Pinkie Pies?”

“Yeah! Like I said, they’re just like me!”

“Huh,” you say. “I sort of thought they’d be, like… the other ponies? From the show?”

“Nope!” chirps Pinkie. “It’s a Pinkie party! Just you and a bunch of stinky Pinkies!” She pouts, and her eyes go a little watery. “What’s wrong, aren’t I your favorite? I mean, if I wasn’t your favorite before, I gotta be now, right? Since I made poopies in my diaper for you and rubbed your boner til you came in your pants? I mean, we gotta be best friends after that, right?”

“Yeah, of course we’re friends,” you say, disarmed by her expression. “It’s just, you’re throwing a lot of concepts at me here, and I’m kind of working my way through them.”

“Okay!” says Pinkie, her bright smile returning. “I totally get that, but there’s really nothing to worry about! Feel free to just relax and enjoy our big stinky diapers!”

“Mmm-hmm,” says Fashion Pinkie, putting her hand on your shoulder and spinning you around. “I kept my diaper clean all the way here, just so I could get it big and messy for a cute guy.” She turns herself around and leans over, shoving her big white diaper right in your face. “I’m so full of poop, and it’s all for you, baby!”

“Haha, yeah!” laughs Bro Pinkie. Despite not having been in your kitchen, she’s currently drinking one of your beers. She gets behind you and presses her butt up against yours, unleashing a long, rippling fart. “I’m gonna make a big stinky mess for ya, dude! Gonna get real poopy!’

Fashion Pinkie lets out an exaggerated moan, groping her big fat tits as she pushes a load into her diaper. You watch the back of her diaper grow, bulging with the quickly growing bulk of her mess. “Touch it!” she moans. “Squish my poopy pampers!”

“Yeah, dude, get your hands all over Pinkie’s stinky diaper!” says Bro Pinkie. “She’s super hot, bro, and I’m not just saying that because she looks exactly like me!” You wrap your fingers around Fashion Pinkie’s diaper, squeezing the big, firm load, and your fingers spread as more poop fills the crinkly garment. “Aw, nice!” cheers Bro Pinkie. “This dude is loving your dump, Pinkie!”

You feel a flabby arm wrap around your shoulders, and suddenly you’re falling, pulled to their ground by Bro Pinkie. Fortunately, you fall backwards onto Bro Pinkie’s body, which is just about the softest thing you’ve ever touched. She wraps both arms around you, embedding your head between her giant tits, and squeals with delight. “All right, I got him!” she says. Get over here and let him have it!”

Maybe her ambiguous wording should have made you nervous… but she’s got you in a warm, soft hug, and her voice is chipper. And, as weird as her presence is, maybe you’re starting to trust Pinkie. All four of her.

Fashion Pinkie straddles your face - spreading her legs wide so that she can also straddle Bro Pinkie, who’s still holding you down. Her diaper, heavy with her load, looms over you, menacing you with its size and its pungent scent. You can see Nerd Pinkie waddling over, her diaper crinkling as her massive pink thighs rub together, and she straddles your crotch. “Uh, is it okay if I… poop my diaper and, uh, rub it on your penis? Until you cum?”

You pause briefly, surprised that a Pinkie is actually asking for your permission. “Uh, yeah, go for it,” you say. The Pinkies are a little bit overwhelming, but one simple fact hasn’t changed: you love girls in messy diapers, and Pinkie Pie’s your favorite.

“Oh, cool!” says Nerd Pinkie. “Tell me if this feels good!” She leans down to undo the front of your pants, revealing a pair of boxers tented by your cock. Then she bends her knees, bringing her clean diaper down onto your crotch. “Mmm, here it comes, I’m gonna poop my diaper… I’ve got a big load of stinky brown poopies for you…”

A crackling sound emanates from Nerd Pinkie’s diaper, signaling the first thick turd making its way out. Several more come hot on its heels, until Nerd Pinkie is sitting on a squishy load as big as your head. She moves her hips back and forth, smushing her load into your crotch, rubbing your cock through your boxers.

You’re about to tell her that this does feel good, but before you can speak, Fashion Pinkie’s diaper descends right onto your face. It’s already loaded with plenty of fragrant shit, but she grunts and pushes out even more, bloating her pampers with poop until your face is completely embedded in her crinkly mess. When you breathe in, the fragrance of her dump hits you like a brick; it’s the most powerful, earthy stink you’ve ever smelled, and it’s perfect. You’re getting very little air, but you breathe in as much as you can, and every lungful of Pinkie’s poopy stink makes your cock throb harder and harder.

“Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you, dude?” chirps Bro Pinkie. She’s still grappling you, holding you against her big squishy body, and her voice is right in your ear. “A big load of Pinkie poopies in your face, and a big load rubbing up on your dick… all those stinky Pinkie poopies must be getting you so excited! You wanna cum for us? All of us big stinky Pinkies really, really want you to cum!”

“Yeah!” shouts Fashion Pinkie, and Nerd Pinkie echoes her excitement. The first Pinkie - Pinkie Prime, still on the couch - giggles excitedly and joins in the cheering. “Cum!” She shouts, and soon all four Pinkies are chanting. “Cum, cum, cum!”

Your hips try to buck, but they’re pinned to the ground by Nerd Pinkie’s big fat body. The load pressing against your face is still growing bigger, as Fashion Pinkie dumps turd after turd into her pampers, and Nerd Pinkie’s pushing more fat logs into the load that’s rubbing up against your crotch. It’s too much, and you blow your load into your boxers, falling limp against Bro Pinkie’s body.

“Ooh, he did it!” cheers Pinkie Prime. As Fashion Pinkie lifts her colossal load from your face, you see Pinkie Prime bouncing on your couch, her body jiggling from top to bottom. “All our big sexy messy diapers made him cum super hard!”

Bro Pinkie releases you from her hug, and you stand and zip up your pants. “Yeah, that was hot,” you say. “Good party.”

“What?” says Pinkie Prime. “The party isn’t over! The Pinkies have only been here for a few minutes… and I invited over a lot more!”

“Just how long is this thing going to run?” you ask. “I mean, I start my new job in the morning, so…”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” says Pinkie Prime. She hops over the couch and pats you on the back. “Aren’t you in the mood to party with a bunch of stinky Pinkies? I bet smelling all our poopies has you feeling really good!”

She’s not wrong, you realize. You hadn’t realized it till just now, but you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so well-rested or energetic. “Yeah, we can keep this party going for a while,” you say - and the precise second you finish speaking, there’s a knock on the door and a chorus of high-pitched giggles.

Chapter 3

Two Pinkies are making out in the hallway - which is kind of a problem, because even one Pinkie Pie would be a pretty big obstruction. Every Pinkie has the same physique, seven feet tall and tremendously round, so two of them together leave very little space for you to sneak by.

It is a pretty nice sight, though. You're a big fan of the way Pinkie looks, and seeing two of them putting their hands all over each other is a huge turn-on. As you watch, one Pinkie grabs the other one’s butt - which means grabbing her thick white diaper. It's empty, as far as you can tell, and it crinkles as Pinkie gropes it.

You need to get past them, though, so you wedge yourself behind one Pinkie and start creeping by. Lucky for you, Pinkie’s body is marshmallow-soft, and it's not too difficult to squeeze yourself through. It is pretty slow going, though… and when you're right behind her, she leans back, pinning you against the wall with a few hundred pounds of soft flesh.

And now that she's got you where she wants you, Pinkie starts to poop. Her diaper bulges with a thick, heavy dump, quickly getting loaded down with smelly poop as the mare noisily messes herself. Her growing diaper presses and rubs against your boner, mercilessly stimulating you as you're stuck behind her.

But this time, Pinkie isn't dead-set on making you cum. She leans forward, still making out with her doppelgänger, once again giving you enough space to squeeze by. You free yourself, emerging in front of the bathroom you came here to use, and push the door open.

“Hiiii!” squeals another Pinkie - this one in overalls and a toolbelt, with a thick white diaper still clearly visible beneath. She’s taking measurements in your bathroom, from the look of things, but when you enter she lets her measuring tape slide back into its casing. “I’m Renovation Pinkie! I’m here to do some work on your apartment. You know, make it a little more spacious, put in some extra rooms?”

“Extra… rooms?” you say. “Like, where? This is an apartment, you can’t just… expand it out.”

“You let me worry about that!” says Pinkie. “Who’s the professional, you or me?” She gives you a light, friendly punch on your shoulder.

You laugh uneasily. “Uh, you? I guess? I mean, you’re dressed like you know what you’re doing, so…” You cough. “Anyway, I gotta pee, so…”

“Sure!” says Pinkie. “So you’re gonna use, uh… that thing?” she gestures towards the toilet.

You scoff. “So you don’t even know what it’s called? Sure, that makes sense. But… could I have some privacy?”

“Privacy? Just for peeing?” says Pinkie. “Us Pinkies have been pooping ourselves in front of you, and you want me to clear out just because you need to pee?”

“Uh... “ you sigh. “Yeah, whatever, I guess…” You walk past Pinkie, over to the toilet, and unzip. As soon as your dick is out, though, Pinkie is practically on top of you, leaning forward and gazing adoringly at your manhood.

“Oooh, that’s your penis!” squeals Pinkie, pressing her pudgy fingers to her cubby pink cheeks. “It’s so big and long and… ooh, it’s peeing! Hee hee, I’m watching you pee!”

Even with Pinkie’s eyes on you, you can’t stop yourself from pissing; you and the Pinkies out in your living room were indulging in some drinks, and you badly need to drain the lizard. You just keep right on peeing, and Pinkie keeps on watching… and as a lazy smile spreads over her face, you hear a crackling sound from the vicinity of her butt and look to see the back of her overalls start to expand. Pinkie laughs again. “I’m pooping!” she giggles. “Now I’m pooping and you’re peeing!”

“Uh, yeah,” you say, trying to keep your dick from getting hard as you watch her diaper filling up. You finish up with your piss, zip up, and go to wash your hands… and Pinkie steps out into the hallway.

“I’m gonna get started on those renovations, okay?” says Pinkie. “You wash up, and then you can let me know what you think!” She closes the bathroom door, and you wash your hands. Let her know what you think about what, you wonder? It’s not like she can do anything in the time it takes you to wash your… hands…

What are you thinking? Of course she can. If she can manifest clones of herself and multiply cupcakes, why wouldn’t she be able to renovate your apartment in a matter of seconds? You wash up, dry your hands, and open the door, fully expecting to see…

Yup. The hallway used to be coated in old, faded, wallpaper, and now the walls are clean white. The thin carpet has been replaced by dark, solid hardwood. And when you step out into the living room, it’s… big. The room has expanded in every direction, which is… to put it simply, it’s impossible. The ceiling is higher and the room is wider, which logically means that your apartment is encroaching into the space occupied by your upstairs neighbor and the apartments on either side of you. A glance into the kitchen tells you that it’s been completely altered - it’s about three times the size it used to be, with shiny new appliances in place of all the old stuff. And there’s a whole new hallway on the other side of apartment, lined with doors that lead to rooms that never existed before. And all through your apartment, there’s Pinkie Pies - all dressed differently, all wearing diapers, some clean and some loaded with big brown dumps.

“What do you think?” asks “Renovation Pinkie,” popping into view. “I went for kind of a clean and understated look, but I can change it up no problem! If you want something more rustic, or open, or if you want Pinkie-colored walls and party streamers all over the place, I can have it done in the blink of an eye!”

“No, this is… fine,” you say. “How did you do all this?”

“Oh geez, that’s all real technical,” says Pinkie. “You don’t need to worry about it, okay? Me and the other Pinkies just want you to have a nice place to live and hang out and have parties! Lots and lots of fun poopy parties with big pampered Pinkies! Fun, right?”

“Yeah, fun…” you say. “I’m just sorta… having a hard time ‘not worrying.’ You know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” says Renovation Pinkie. “But… you don’t always have to be afraid of the things you don’t understand. Sometimes the ‘unknown’ is bad, but sometimes, when something comes along that you don’t understand… well, sometimes it’s good! That’s what people call a miracle, and… I wanna be your miracle, okay? All us Pinkies do!”

“I guess I can accept that,” you say.

“Great!” says Pinkie. “You wanna relax? Looks like there’s a free spot on the old gaming couch!”

It actually doesn’t look like there’s much space on the gaming couch. There’s three Pinkies on there already, and even though it’s a new, much wider couch, there’s only a tiny space between two of them. It looks like you could just barely squeeze in between them, which would leave you sandwiched between the belly rolls of two huge, fat pony girls. And that actually sounds awesome.

When the Pinkies on the couch see you approach, they wave you over and scoot their butts toward the edges of their seats. It barely opens up any space, but it’s a nice gesture. You wriggle in between them, and when their bodies relax, their fat envelops you.

“Hey bro!” says the Pinkie on your right. You recognize her as Bro Pinkie, the Pinkie Pie who affects a sort of masculine frat-boy tone despite having the same high, feminine voice and enormous breasts as every other Pinkie. She slaps you on the back and presses a cold beer into your hand, then clinks her own brew against yours.

You take a swig. “Hey, Pinkie,” you say. “So what are we playing?”

“Smash,” says Bro Pinkie. “Hacker Pinkie modded in some extra characters.”

“Yo,” says the Pinkie on your left, who’s wearing shutter shades and a black shirt with bright green code printed on the front. “Let me know if you want to expand the roster, I can mod in whoever you want.”

You give it a moment’s thought. “Uh, maybe like Sans Undertale?”

“Oh, you know we already got Sans Undertale!” laughs Hacker Pinkie, handing you a controller. “Come on, handsome, let’s rock.”

And you do. Sans Undertale seems to have a pretty steep learning curve, though, so you switch back to your main. The Pinkies are pretty good; despite generally being eager to please, they’re certainly not going easy on you. Over the course of several matches, you barely scrape out a winning record - which is especially impressive considering the distractions you’re dealing with. You’re pinned between two big fat pinkies, encased in rolls of soft, warm fat… and the longer you play, the messier their diapers get. Whenever you get a knockout, your Pinkie playmates shit themselves a little bit more. Eventually, you start to care more about that than about winning; with each KO, you’re rewarded by a deafening FFBBBLRRT and a wave of Pinkie’s poopy smell. By the time you’re done playing, the air is thick with that scent, and your cock is achingly hard.

“Ooh, are our stinky diapers making you hard?” asks Hacker Pinkie. She reaches one meaty hand over and places her thick fingers on the front of your pants, stroking your stiff cock back and forth.

“Yeah!” says Bro Pinkie, slipping her hand under the other Pinkie’s to feel up your erection. “Sick boner, brah!” She gives Hacker Pinkie a conspiratorial look. “Let’s make him cum! Make him shoot a big ol’ load right in his boxers!”

“Yeah, this guy’s fun to play with,” says Hacker Pinkie. “All I gotta do is poop my diaper, and his cock gets all big and hard. And big hard cocks shoot big thick loads… and whenever I wanna make him cum again, all I gotta do is fill my diaper with even more stinky brown turds!” She lifted one leg and grunted, and a BLAARRP erupted from her backside. The smell of Pinkie’s poop grew thicker in the air, and your cock throbbed inside your pants.

Pinkie Prime - still in her dotted skirt - happened to be passing in front of the couch at that moment, and she broke into a broad, wide-eyed grin as she saw the other Pinkies stroking you. “Ooooooh!” she squealed, “everyone, everyone! He’s gonna cum! Mmm, his dick is so hard… he loves smelling big stinky Pinkie pampers! Everybody poop your diapers, make him cum super duper hard!”

Most of the Pinkies were already looking at you, but now all of them - dozens and dozens of big fat Pinkies - turn to watch you get your cock stroked. Your whole place is full of them - and given how much bigger your apartment is now, that’s really saying something. Each Pinkie is wearing a different costume; some of them imply a profession, like Policewoman Pinkie over by the kitchen, and some of them are just straight-up cosplay, like D.Va Pinkie by the window. All of them are wearing diapers - some are right out in the open, and some lie just beneath skin-tight pants - and as you look around the room, every single one of them starts to bloat with fresh poop. The sound of diaper-filling comes from every corner of your apartment, combining into a flatulent orchestra of big pink butts.

Pinkie Prime squats in front of you - but she’s tall enough that her wide, diapered bottom is waving right in your face. “You see all this?” she says, grinning at you over her shoulder. “We’re all pooping for you!” She sighs, and the lumpy mass in her diaper shifts and grows larger. You can see the thickness and the heaviness of her smelly brown turds as they fill her pampers; there must be fifty pounds of poop in there, and the load is still growing.

“We’re pooping for you,” says Pinkie Prime. “All us Pinkies are making big stinky poopies in our diapers because we wanna make your dick shoot a big load… We all love how horny you get when we poop our pampers, and we wanna make you cum! So cum for us!”

“Yeah, cum for us,” whisper the two Pinkies stroking your cock. “Smell our stinky poopies and cum!”

And finally you cum, groaning weakly as your dick shoots harder than it’s ever shot before. The instant it happens, all the Pinkies seem to know you’re cumming; they cheer together, and their diapers bloat with a fresh outpouring of poop. Some of them lose themselves in the moment, groping their giant boobs as they fill their diapers. Some of them pair up, making out with each other and feeling up each others’ massively loaded pampers. And the whole time, you’re cumming - and you can’t seem to stop cumming. You lose track of how many times your cock fires off; it shouldn’t be possible for you to produce this much jizz, but then a lot of things tonight have been impossible. If Pinkie Pie can make your apartment bigger and create infinite cupcakes, she can probably make you cum forever.

But you don’t cum forever; it’s more like thirty seconds of nonstop jizzing in your pants. Finally, you fall back against the couch, sighing happily. Your eyes close for just a moment - and when you open them back up, Bro Pinkie and Hacker Pinkie are suddenly gone, and it’s just you and Pinkie Prime on the couch. The rest of the Pinkies are still around, but they’re not looking at you anymore - they’re milling about like people normally do at a party (albeit with hugely full, visibly brown diapers).

Pinkie Prime puts her flabby pink arm around your shoulders, pulling you so close that she embeds you in her belly fat. “Didja have fun?” she asks. “I hope you didn’t mind that I made you cum extra hard and extra long! You’re just really cute when you’re cumming!”

You rest your head against Pinkie’s boobs, not sure how to react. “Like everything you do, Pinkie, this is… a lot. You made my apartment bigger, and then you, like, magicked up my balls to make me cum longer? I just don’t know what I’m going to get with you, Pinkie.”

“Aww geez, I’m sorry if it’s too much,” says Pinkie. “But all I want is to make you happy! Like I said, I want to be your miracle.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you say. “Hey, wait - didn’t a different Pinkie say that?”

Pinkie lets out a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “Well, yeah, but… we’re kind of all the same Pinkie. You know?”

“I don’t,” you say. “I feel like I don’t know anything anymore. Why are you here, Pinkie? You renovated my apartment, you threw a party, you made me cum a bunch of times… what are you here to accomplish?”

Pinkie giggles. “Accomplish?” she says. “You make it sound like I planned something out! I’m an impulsive pony, y’know? I get an idea in my head, and I just go with it! I was…” Her voice drops, becoming a few degrees less chipper. “...feeling lonely, and I was wondering if anyone was as lonely as me. And I saw you.”

“You were lonely?” you ask. “Don’t you have friends? Like from the show?” A nagging question finally finds its way to your lips. “Are you actually the Pinkie Pie from the show?”

“Well yeah,” says Pinkie, “But I’m… sorta more than that, also? It’d be super hard to explain, but… being what I am now, it’s sorta lonely. And being with you makes me less lonely! I like making you horny with my big poopy diaper, and I like making you shoot big loads of cum from your big hard dick! You give me what I need, and… I want to give you what you need too! I want to give you everything you need, always! I want to stay with you, and… you know…” She looks away, her pink cheeks getting rosier. “...Be your girlfriend, maybe?”

You look up at Pinkie’s face, surprised to see her looking sheepish. She’s been pooping her diaper for hours without embarrassment, but now she can’t even meet your eyes. “Really?” you ask. “You wanna… stick around? And be my girlfriend? You’re some kind of reality bender… what makes me worth your time?”

“Aww geez, I dunno!” says Pinkie. “Sometimes people are just right for each other, you know? So, uh… is that a yes? I mean, you like me, right?”

“I do like you,” you say. “I don’t really understand you, but… I guess if we can make each other happy, that’s the most important thing. So… yeah!”

In a flash, Pinkie Pie springs from the couch and picks you up in both arms, hugging you to her giant soft tits. “Omigosh omigosh omigosh!” she squeals - and under her happy noises, you hear the flatulent sounds of Pinkie’s bottom loading up her diaper. “Ooh, you’ve made me so happy! I promise this is going to be great! There’ll be Pinkie parties and poopy pampers all day, every day! Whenever you need it, Pinkie’ll be there to make things stinky!”

“Yeah, that sounds… good,” you say, feeling your cock harden in your pants.

“And like I said,” says Pinkie, lifting you up so she can look you in the eyes, “All of us Pinkies are basically the same. So it’s not just me who’s your girlfriend now… it’s all of us.”

You look around the room. Once again, every Pinkie is looking at you - but this time they’re gazing at you with the same loving eyes as Pinkie Prime. “So,” says Pinkie Prime, “How about you and all your big sexy girlfriends have a giant stinky cuddle pile?”

Pinkie can see in your eyes that the answer is “yes.” The Pinkies converge on you, giggling eagerly and pooping their diapers with gusto. Soon you’re rolling around on a pile of big fat Pinkies, smushing around the messes in their diapers and letting their friendly hands strip you naked.