Too Many Stinky Pies

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.