Sunnie wandered slowly along, her hooves aching with each step. It had been a long, gruelling, unsuccessful day, and she was ready to just curl up in bed and sleep, or cry, whichever came first. She’d had no luck with any marks today. The summer festival crowds were too big, plus the signs the police put up warning everyone about pickpockets made everyone clutch their valuables that much tighter. Every time she attempted, she got nothing but dirty looks, and the one time she was successful - the one time - she took the watch of a policepony. Her ears drooped in shame. For the first time in her life, she was put in jail. She managed to convince the other officers that she’d done it on a dare and was always intending to give it back, so they only detained her until after the festival was over, which meant she was stuck in a cell with a pair of drunks until it was almost dawn. Now freed, and just wanting to get home, Sunnie did something she almost never did: she decided to take a shortcut down the neighbourhood she lived in when she was a filly.
The street looked the same as it always had: slightly run down, tired, even as the first golden rays of sunlight washed over them. Sunnie’s mood improved slightly when she noticed that many of the old stores were closed. Stores she was kicked out of and banned because her legs were too long, and she stepped on her own hooves all the time. She smirked, thinking about how much more damage she could do with her new heft. As her eyes trawled over the store signs, a flash of neon brought her to a halt. She stared at the small, blue-white building, warmth flooding her chest as she read and re-read the name:
The Blue Bee Dessert Diner
The Blue Bee was her old haunt, way back when she was still going to school. The owner, Bumble, was an ex-beekeeper who opened a dessert diner because, as he joked, he was tired of being stung every other day. Bumble was oldish even back then, but the pair hit it off, and Sunnie soon considered him her best friend. He was a warm, comfortable stallion who always had a smile, a milkshake, and advice for her. He became a father figure, at a time in her life when she desperately needed one. He was always kind, and Sunnie felt a yearning to see him again. The lights in the diner blazed in the early-morning sun. She checked the hours painted in the door, and decided to wait. She hadn’t been sitting for more than a few minutes before the door behind her opened with a happy chime of a bell. Sunnie turned and saw Bumble, not looking a day older than the first time she ran in to get out of the rain.
“Hi Bumble,” she said, hesitantly. For a heart-wrenching second, she thought he didn’t recognize her. The stallion stared for a moment, then a familiar grin split his face.
“Bless my stars, if it isn’t little Sunshine!” Bumble chuckled. “My, my, just yesterday you were in that corner over there studying for your finals, and now… look at you! All grown up!” Sunnie beamed and hugged him tight. “Come in! Come in! Your favourite seat is still here!” Bumble jumped behind the counter as Sunnie collapsed into the corner booth, her booth back in the day. Bumble had always made sure it was open when she came in. He always seemed to know when she wanted to be alone with her drink, or if she wanted company. Today, he plopped himself down in the seat next to her, two massive chocolate milkshakes sliding in front of her. “So, Sunshine, what brings you back here after so long? What have you been up to after graduation?”
“I’ve been doing… stuff. Odd jobs here and there.” Sunnie’s eyes dipped, and she busied herself with her milkshake, not able to meet Bumble’s eyes.
“Must’ve been something successful, seeing as you’ve grown out as well as up.” Sunnie blushed. Bumble was the only pony she’d ever told about her hatred for her weight.
“N-not super successful. Just enough to live comfortably.” She took a sip of the milkshake, and sighed happily. “Delicious. Just as I remember.”
“Haven’t touched the recipe.” Bumble chuckled. He took a sip as well, then passed Sunnie a napkin. “Here, you have something on your face.” She wiped at her cheek, and was shocked to see the napkin so dirty. “What were you up to today to get so dirty?” Bumble asked.
“I, uh, I went to the summer festival. Did you go?”
“No, not this year. Breezy did though.” Bumble smiled. Breezy was his wife. “I hope you had as wonderful a time as she did.”
“Well… let’s just say last year was more fun.” Sunnie paused, and looked around the diner. Everything was exactly as she remembered. Clean, retro, and bright. The black and white checkered floor was spotless, and the light-blue walls were clean, and still covered with tiny cartoon bees. Sunnie dipped her hoof into the whipped cream that was piled up high over her shake and licked it off. She felt at home. “So, who’s the current Milkshake Monarch?”
The Blue Bee had always had a special contest, held whenever Bumble felt like it. Ponies from all over would come to try to outdrink each other to claim the Milkshake Monarch crown. Sunnie had been too young to participate back in the day, but she always made sure to watch. Bumble shrugged, and pointed to the counter. On it was a large display, partially hidden behind a silver napkin holder. Bumble used his horn to move it out of the way. The mare in the photo wearing the coveted Blue Bee crown looked familiar, and it took Sunnie a moment to place her.
“Sweet Celestia, Velvet Melody?” Bumble nodded sadly. Velvet Melody had been the popular mare in school. Rich and pretty, she and her bratty clique ruled the school, terrorizing anyone who didn’t fall into her narrow window of ‘acceptables’. Overweight ponies drew her ire the most. Sunnie had stayed under the radar, being so skinny, but after tripping and spilling her lunch all over Velvet in the cafeteria, she became Velvet’s favourite target. Sunnie’s ears burned, remembering the taunts and insults that were hurled at her daily, opening her locker to find a yoke covered in stones, with a note saying “so you don’t blow away in the breeze, Stickfilly”. She hated Velvet with every fibre of her being, and a chill ran up her spine thinking of what that brat would say to her now.
“She’s held it for the longest of anyone,” Bumble said, looking at the photo glumly. “Almost two years now.”
“No one’s beat her?” Sunnie asked, slurping hard at her milkshake.
“No. After she took the crown, interest in the contest dried up. It’s hurt business, not to mention all the free milkshakes she’s been drinking…” The door’s bell chimed, and the pair looked over at the door. Sunnie couldn’t see much past Bumble’s frizzy mane, but she saw enough to spy a blue and gold crown bobbing up and down. Bumble scooted out of the booth and bowed. “I welcome the Milkshake Queen.” Sunnie finally got a good look at her old tormenter, and she nearly choked in surprise.
The formerly trim and slim Velvet Melody was now a bloated, flabby mass of a mare. Her face was red just from the exertion of walking up the four steps to the diner, and she wheezed as she flapped a hoof at Bumble, her blue dress soaked in sweat.
“The… huff… usual.” She gasped, plopping herself onto a stool, which creaked loudly in protest. It took a moment before her body settled. Sunnie stared in shock. Velvet’s belly piled up against the countertop, and her chest rested happily on the counter itself. Her rear was a dimpled, sagging blob, almost entirely enveloping the stool. A fair few chins had sprouted out of her face, and her flabby cheeks puffed out as she vacuumed up her milkshake like it was nothing. Sunnie stood and walked over to the fat mare. Velvet sensed her approach and glanced over. Her eyes widened for a moment before her face settled back into her customary smirk. “Sunnie? Sunnie No-Buns? Is that you?”
“Yes, yes it is, except my name is Sunnie Bun, Velvet.” Sunnie did a quick twirl to show off her new assets. “Looks like you’re in need of a name change too. How does Velvet Obesity sound?” Velvet’s face darkened, but Sunnie cut off her retort. “How’s that music career working out?” Sunnie grinned. “You got so fat I can’t even see that triangle on your butt!” Velvet’s face got even darker. She was the first in the class to get her cutie mark, during band practice. Velvet had been horrible with every instrument, so the teacher just handed her a triangle and told her to stand at the back.
“At least I have a cutie mark!” Velvet spat.
“I’d rather be a blank flank than a pony named Melody who can’t carry a tune to save her life!” Sunnie laughed. It felt good to finally let loose on Velvet.
“You’d rather be a failure?” Velvet’s voice rose higher. “A grown-up blank flank? How pathetic. Your parents must be very proud!” Sunnie froze. Velvet fluttered a hoof in front of her mouth in exaggerated shock. “Oops! Sorry!” She said, sarcastically sweet, then turned back to her drink. A white hot rage began building inside Sunnie’s chest. To say that to her, during such a petty argument, to say it so maliciously… she took a step forward, her body moving almost on its own. Her hoof trembled as it rose, and Sunnie drew back to unleash a furious punch, aimed right at Velvet’s fat face. Before she could let it fly, Bumble came bursting out of the kitchen. Sunnie froze, and lowered her hoof, but the anger welling in her chest didn’t go away.
“I see you two are getting along well.” He said sarcastically. “How about, instead of sparring with words, you two settle your hash a different way?”
“A different way?” Velvet scoffed. Bumble nodded, and Sunnie thought, for a split second, she saw a flash of disgust in Bumble’s eyes when he looked at Velvet. He pointed at her crown.
“Tomorrow, at noon. You two go head-to-head for the crown.”
“Against her?” Velvet snickered. “I could beat her with both hooves tied behind my back.”
“So you accept?” Bumble asked. Velvet nodded, and Bumble turned to Sunnie with his eyebrow raised. She merely jerked her head in a nod, tossed a couple Bits onto the counter, and stormed out.
The sun was in the middle of the sky when the Blue Bee’s doors opened to the crowd outside. Within moments, the diner was packed full. Ponies of all ages jostled to catch a glimpse of the main counter, and the two ponies seated behind it. Sunnie and Velvet glowered at each other, each sitting on special, reinforced stools behind the counter. Separating them was the Blue Bee Crown, freshly polished and gleaming before the crowd. Behind the two was a chalkboard, and two volunteer unicorns stood at the ready to count how many milkshakes were drunk. Bumble stepped forwards and addressed the crowd.
“Mares and gentlecolts, welcome! We have a special event for you today!” He winked. “A one-on-one contest! Winner takes all! On the right, your defending Queen, Velvet Melody!” There was a smattering of polite applause as Velvet waved haughtily to the crowd. “On the left is your challenger, Sunnie Bun!” Sunnie was shocked by the sudden thunderous applause and cheers. Velvet glared at the crowd, sticking her nose up in the air. “It’s been a while, so I’ll explain the rules! This is a drinking contest: the pony who drinks the most milkshakes in three hours is the winner! Contestants cannot, for any reason, pause their drinking for more than a minute! That results in an instant disqualification. The current record, held by Velvet Melody, stands at 77!” With a flourish of his magic, Bumble planted a milkshake in front of Sunnie and Velvet. “Begin!”
Sunnie could barely taste the milkshake as it slid smoothly down her throat. She didn’t have time to savour the taste, as Velvet was already finishing her first shake. Sunnie was surprised at Velvet’s speed, but she knew she could match it and, when the time came, surpass it. Sunnie finished her shake, and slid the glass to the side. Another immediately appeared in front of her. She dug in with gusto, and slid the empty glass to the side. Another appeared. And another. And another. The pair were neck and neck as shake after shake disappeared into their mouths and down their throats. It wasn’t long before the sheer volume of cold, calorie-laden milkshakes began to take their toll. With every swallow, Sunnie’s belly pooched out further and further onto her lap. The familiar, comfortable feeling of fullness soon enveloped her. A small shiver ran up her spine as she realized that she was bloating up this big from just 25 milkshakes! An absent part of her wanted to embrace her growing body, to let go and grow until the diner was full of her and only her, but she resisted much more easily than normal. This wasn’t about pleasure. This was pure, cold revenge.
Sunnie spared a glance over at her opponent. Velvet was a machine, and her already large belly was swelling like a balloon with each shake. The large mare paused for a second, and let out a loud belch. Velvet then looked over and smirked, draining her milkshake in a single gulp. Sunnie’s eyes narrowed, and she picked up her pace. They drank, and drank, and drank, empty glasses piling up beside them, the volunteers barely able to keep throwing milkshakes in front of them. Soon, not just their stomachs were swelling. Sunnie’s whole body began to soften as the milkshakes went to work. Her thighs pressed together harder, and she felt her already wide booty plump and grow until it hung off the back of the stool. Her forelegs grew chubbier and chubbier, and her face fattened, ever so slightly, as a second chin appeared, followed by a third. Her belly was a massive, sloshing ball of milkshake that hung low off the stool, dragging her forwards. It pressed lightly against the counter, but with each gulp it swelled and grew bigger and bigger, heavier and heavier.
“Holy cow, she’s getting huge!” Sunnie heard somepony in the crowd say, and her face reddened, burning. She panted in between shakes, trying her hardest to ignore the pleasure that wanted to explode out of her. She glanced over at Velvet, who’s bloated body had expanded even more. Velvet’s ass had swallowed the stool, and Sunnie thought she could hear it creaking as it strained to support the obese mare. Velvet’s dress, originally a little loose, was way too tight, revealing every little roll of flab, and as Sunnie watched, in between shakes, the seams of the dress began to split, revealing Velvet’s bloated pink belly bit by bit. Velvet burped again, and Sunnie felt pressure building in the back of her throat, but she swallowed the burp back down. She was saving room.
The two drank, and swelled, and drank, and swelled, still neck and neck, but as they passed the 60 shake mark, both began to slow. Sunnie’s belly was pressed hard against the countertop, and it was getting harder and harder to reach around the mounting flab of her chest to get the next shake. She was painfully full, but she welcomed the pain. She wasn’t going to lose to Velvet ever again. Velvet herself was slowing. She was wincing after every swallow, and she gasped in pain whenever she had a chance. Internally, Sunnie smiled. Velvet was exactly where she wanted her. The crowd murmured excitedly as milkshake number 77 was placed in front of them, and cheered as it disappeared just like the other 76 had. Number 78 got the same treatment. Velvet tried to force a belch to get some sort of relief, but she had to snap her mouth shut and swallow sickly. Sunnie kept her face blank, but inside she was laughing. Two more milkshakes came and went, and Sunnie decided now was the time. She finished the shake, but instead of immediately grabbing the next one, she leaned back, not far, thanks to her ass and belly wedging her into her seat, and let out a moan. Velvet paused as well, a smug look on her now slightly green face, as she watched her opponent give. But Sunnie wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. With a grin, she shoved her hooves deep into her belly and let all the air trapped inside her free.
“URRRRRRRRRRRRRALP! More!” Sunnie bellowed, and with a herculean effort, heaved her belly onto the countertop, giving her a lot more room to grow. She grabbed the milkshake in front of her and threw the straw away, chugging it straight from the glass in massive gulps. She finished in record time, and threw the glass behind her, hooves reaching out for the next one impatiently. Milkshake leaked from the corners of her mouth, staining her coat and splashing onto her chest, but most slid down her throat, visibly bulging her neck as she glutted herself. “Ulk… ulk… ulk… URRP!” Glass shattered as she threw empties behind her. The diner was entirely silent, save for the loud gulps, belches, and sloshes as Sunnie’s gut swelled bigger and bigger, larger and larger. Velvet stared in shock as her opponent’s belly bulged out onto the countertop, which began to buckle under her weight. Sunnie didn’t care about the counter. The pulsating pain in her massively overstuffed stomach had faded from her consciousness. All that mattered now was the next milkshake. And the next. And the next. And the next. Just drink more. And more. And more. And more!
The countertop had finally had enough, and with a thunderous CRRRRRACK! it finally broke. Sunnie’s belly hit the ground with a loud slorsh, and its weight pulled Sunnie off the stool. She lay for a moment, spread-eagled on her own bean-bag sized belly, listening as her gut started to grumble and groan. She moaned loudly, hooves clutching at her belly. She was too full, way too full…
“Daaaad! She’s gonna pop!” A little filly cried.
“Shh! Be quiet, Ginger.” The father hissed. Sunnie’s belly swelled up a little bit more, a loud gurgle emanating from the overstuffed orb. Sunnie gasped, and then she opened her mouth.
“UUURRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALP!” A tremendous belch erupted from Sunnie, rattling the windows and sending poor Ginger flying out the door. Sunnie gave her belly a smack, blushing furiously as her stomach wobbled and sloshed like a waterbed. Her hooves groped out for the next milkshake, but there wasn’t one. The volunteer unicorn who was making the milkshakes was buried under her belly.
“Haah… haah…” Sunnie panted. It was taking all she had to restrain herself from indulging in the pleasure that had been building while she drank. All four hooves idly rubbed her belly, and she tried her best to stop from moaning too loud. “I-Is that i-URRRLK!-it?”
Bumble picked his way through the carnage to stand between the two.
“I believe we have a winner.” He said dryly. “For the first time in this competition’s history, a pony has drank us dry!” The crowd cheered. Bumble picked up the Blue Bee crown and floated it over to Sunnie’s head. “Now, with a new record of two hundred and seventeen milkshakes drank, I now proclaim Sunnie Bun as the new Milkshake Queen of the Blue Bee!” He lowered the crown onto Sunnie’s head. As soon as it touched her, light erupted out of her flabby flanks. Sunnie felt a tingling, and then she realized what had just happened. Adrenaline rushed through her body, and she barely managed not to moan as her belly expanded a little more. It was too much. The fullness, breaking the table, and being a milkshake balloon in front of a crowd… Sunnie’s vision began to dim, and just before everything went black, her willpower faltered. The last thing she saw was her belly spilling forwards across the ground.
Sunnie woke slowly. She smacked her lips. Her mouth still tasted cloyingly sweet. She sat up and stretched, looking down at herself. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her belly pooched out further than it usually would after a sleep. She checked her hips with her hooves, and they were wider than they should have been as well. Sunnie hopped off the bed, and realized she didn’t know where she was. At that moment, the door to the room opened, and Bumble and Breezy came in, the latter holding a pile of pancakes on her wings.
“Good morning, Sunshine!” Bumble said cheerfully. Breezy placed the pancakes on a table by the bed and smiled warmly.
“I didn’t expect you to be up this early.” She said.
“Good morning. Where am I?” Sunnie asked. Bumble beamed.
“In our guest room. My wife insisted. We had a whale of a time getting you up the stairs last night.” He started. “Oh right! I bet you want to see it.”
“See wh- OH!” Sunnie cranked her head around, but she couldn’t get a good view of her flanks, just a teasing flash of blue. Bumble magicked a mirror in front of her. She briefly admired her plumper potbelly before impatiently turning to look at her new cutie mark, and sighed happily when she saw it. It was a milkshake, complete with a dollop of whipped cream and a straw. Sitting on top, at a jaunty angle, was a miniature version of the Blue Bee crown. Sunnie blinked tears away and launched herself into Bumble, embracing him tight. “Thank you.” She murmured into his chest.
“I should’ve let you compete years ago.” He said. “Thank you. The Blue Bee hasn’t had this much publicity in years! Take a look!” He pulled out a newspaper. Right on the front, above the fold, were the bold words: NEW MILKSHAKE QUEEN A BIG HIT. Below was a colour photo of Sunnie passed out on her belly with her crown askew. Her face reddened. Had she really gotten that big? “Speaking of publicity…” Bumble pulled away and smiled, gesturing to the breakfast, and the crown that sat next to it. “There’s a new Milkshake Queen, and you know what that means.” He winked. “A coronation is in order!” Breezy coughed, then cleared her throat very obviously. When Bumble didn’t react, she jabbed her elbow viciously into his side.
“What? Oh! Yes! Sunnie, me and Breezy had a talk last night, after getting you to bed in here. We, uh, well, y’know…” Bumble scratched his head. Breezy rolled her eyes.
“What my dope of a husband is trying to say is, we want you to join us in running the diner. We’re getting older, and it’d be nice to have some help, especially from a young mare that has the crown of the store on her flank!”
“What? M-me?” Sunnie stammered. The pair nodded. “B-but I can’t run a business!”
“It’s easier than you might think!” Bumble grinned.
“I-I’ll break something! I’m too clumsy!”
“So’s he.” Breezy giggled. “Why do you think I made him stop keeping bees? The amount of times he got stung… ” Bumble shuffled his hooves a little and chuckled nervously. “So, what’d you say? Want to be our business partner?” Sunnie’s mouth opened and closed a few times and she blinked away tears. She couldn’t believe it. In two days, she went from a mediocre pickpocket to working in the best diner in town. She swiped at her eyes savagely, before nodding.
“Yes, I’d love to.” Bumble and Breezy both let out a whoop, and swooped in to give Sunnie a viselike hug.
“Now, eat your pancakes!” Breezy winked. “A growing Queen like you needs her strength.” Sunnie blushed, and plopped the crown onto her head.
“Who needs breakfast?”
Sunnie smiled at the patrons of the Blue Bee as she sashayed down the stairs to her ‘throne’, which was just a blue ice box with a chair glued onto it. A velvet blue cape flicked out in time with her steps, giving a tantalizing flash of her plump rump. She stopped before Bumble, who was dressed in a ridiculous suit of blue and dark blue pinstripes. His wife stood beside him, looking stunning in a red dress. Sunnie knelt down, and Bumble floated the crown over her head.
“Do you, Sunnie Bun, promise to protect and uphold the honour of the Throne, with every fibre of your being?” Bumble rumbled, and his wife suppressed a snort.
“I do.”
“Do you accept the full responsibility of becoming the Milkshake Queen, unto death or defeat?”
“I do.”
“And, finally, do you accept becoming our partner in the ownership and operation of this fine dining establishment?”
“I… I accept.” Bumble grinned and straightened.
“By the powers vested in me by Princess Celestia and Mayor Black, I pronounce you… Milkshake Queen!” He placed the crown on her head, and helped her up onto her throne. “In celebration, for this week only, the Blue Bee will be selling a brand new milkshake, the Sunshine!” Bumble’s wife revealed a massive milkshake glass, filled with a golden yellow milkshake, topped with fudge and magenta sprinkles. “And who better to have the first sip than the mare it’s made for? My Queen, if you would do the honours?” Sunnie took the straw in her mouth and took a long sip. Her eyes popped open when the taste hit her tongue. Pineapple and dark chocolate, with a hint of blackberry hidden somewhere inside.
“That’s amazing!” She gulped another mouthful down.
“You heard it here first, everyone! Get yours today!”
To Sunnie’s surprise, a line began to form in front of the throne. She got even more embarrassed when Bumble’s wife produced a camera and motioned the ponies at the front of the line to hop up on the icebox.
“Smile!” Choom!
One of the ponies, a mare that looked younger than Sunnie, gave a bow, then placed her hoof on Sunnie’s belly and gave it a gentle rub.
“Mom says it’s good luck to touch the winning belly!” The mare giggled, then jumped off the icebox. Sunnie blushed deeply as the next group hopped up and pushed a milkshake into her hooves.
“Bottoms up!” Choom!
Sunnie’s meet and greet lasted far longer than she would’ve expected. Not that she minded, of course. She got free milkshakes, lots of free belly rubs, and made a lot of children’s days. She even got into the role, ‘commanding’ the ponies in the lineup to bring her more milkshakes, for the honour of helping her digest them all with a rub. After all was said and done, Sunnie was nearly stuck in her throne. The last colt patted her bloated belly before scurrying back to his parents. She let out a belch, her face a furious red. She pulled herself up to her hooves, her belly hanging quite low, and trundled off the icebox. She sat at her usual booth, lazily stroking her belly and periodically sipping at a milkshake Bumble had left for her. A pony slipped into the booth, and Sunnie noticed with surprise that it was Velvet. She looked awful, and her eyes were red and swollen.
“Hey.” She said quietly.
“Hi, Velvet.” Sunnie frowned. “What brings you back here?”
“I… I wanted to say sorry. For the other day. What I said was… I shouldn’t have said it. Period. It was childish and stupid.” Velvet stared down at the table. “And I’m sorry I was so horrible to you in school. There’s no excuse for how I acted.” Sunnie blinked, startled. Velvet never apologized.
“I started it.” She said softly. “But… why were you so horrible in school? I was the opposite of who you normally went after.” Velvet took a shuddering breath.
“I was scared of you. I was scared of what you looked like. My father, he… he had guidelines for me. How I had to dress. How I had to look. How and what I ate. He told me that if I didn’t fit in that bubble, he’d cut me off and kick me out.” Velvet sniffed. “I went after anyone that was outside of my bubble because I was angry at them for being free. For dressing how they wanted, for eating what they wanted. For weighing what they wanted.” A tinge of pink appeared on Velvet’s cheeks. “I… I hated you most of all. Because I knew that if my father ever met you, he’d force me to become like you. So thin a breeze would blow me over.” Velvet shook her head violently. “I’m sorry. I was horrible towards you for the stupidest reason imaginable.”
“Shh.” Sunnie placed a hoof over Velvet’s mouth. “It’s alright. I forgive you.” She smiled. “Is that why you became the Milkshake Queen?” Velvet nodded.
“It was the only thing that was mine, that he couldn’t take from me, and it was the only thing he didn’t expect. A job of my own. It didn’t pay anything besides milkshakes, but it was a job that he couldn’t influence.” She sighed. “It also helped me do the other thing I wanted to do, which was get fat just to spite him. I always wanted to try it, but… I don’t look good. Not like you.” Sunnie blushed. “It’s true. You got the curves every mare wants. I have a dumptruck ass and more dimples than the moon has craters. How did you… nevermind.” Velvet looked at Sunnie with tears in her eyes. “Now I have nothing. My father kicked me out, I don’t have a job, I tore my favourite dress yesterday.” Tears spilled down her face. Sunnie’s heart went out to her, and she gently placed a hoof on Velvet’s cheek.
“You can live with me for a while, if you want.” She said quietly. Velvet jumped like she was struck by lightning.
“You’d do that?” Velvet practically blubbered. "W-why? Even a-after everything I've d-done?"
“Ponies change. I know I have." Sunnie smiled. “And I may have something to help you with your… dimple problem.”
“Y-you do?” The fat mare squeaked. Sunnie smiled wider.
“How do you think I got like this?”
“E-eating a lot?” Velvet sniffed.
“No, no no. I tried that.” Sunnie winked. “It was a potion.”
“A p-potion?” Velvet’s eyes lit up. “What does it do?”
“Well, it was supposed to just make my butt bigger. That’s what I wanted, after all. A bigger butt. But, uh, something went sideways.” Sunnie’s cheeks turned pink. “I, uh, I drank too much, I think. And instead of just my butt, it was all… all of me that grew.”
“A-all?” Velvet’s face was turning a darker shade of pink. “How did it feel?” Sunnie blushed harder.
“Better than you could imagine.” She whispered. “I, I grew so big I crushed my bed. I couldn’t even move when I passed out. When I woke up, I was at the size you saw me yesterday. My ‘normal’, as I call it. I’m always that size after I go to sleep. Or, at least I always was. This morning I was chubbier.”
“Wait, you always go back to your ‘normal’? S-so you get big o-often?”
“Mhm. I think the potion’s supposed to be taken in small doses only. When I drank too much, something went haywire. Now, whenever I, um, f-feel pleasure, I, I grow. A-and because growing feels so good, I, uh, I keep growing.” Sunnie’s face felt like it was on fire. “Luckily I can hold it in check. Just have to concentrate. But if I slip, I start g-growing.” They sat for a moment, blushing and looking away from each other. Velvet shifted in her seat, then leaned over the table, motioning that she wanted to whisper something in Sunnie’s ear. Sunnie leaned in, and let out a squeak when Velvet laid a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“I… I want to try out that potion.” She said quietly. Sunnie smiled, and gave Velvet a quick kiss on the lips.
“I’d love to see you drink it… Meet me outside Sal’s Pawn Shop tonight. Here’s what you’ll need to bring.” Sunnie closed her eyes, and recalled the recipe that was seared into her mind. “1 quart of milk. 2 quarts of chocolate. 3 Xanderroot, unsliced. 2 drops of Bloatbeetle venom…”
