Despite penning down what seemed to be hundreds of ideas at this point, Scribble was coming up short. Everything she had was either far too mean, far too complicated or would take so much effort it just wasn't worth it. Her bloated stomach gurgled, just reminding her of the predicament she was in. There must be some way she could teach Rarity a lesson...

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Please note this story contains fats, weight gain and feeding.

Cover art by King Kakapo.