As Spitfire sleeps into the night, not realizing the potion was canceling out the protection that was on the 5 ponies in her gut, ignores any warning as her grumbling gut gears up for the night ahead. The potion increasing the size of the 5 ponies to be Filly and Colt size as they didn't get a full does of the potion for themselves'. Only taking a short time before Spitfire belly swells to double the mare size as the 5 child size adults now lost any room to freely move around.

The WonderBolt captain only giving a grunt in displeasure before "Bwoorp" rings out as some gas escapes the prison within. Muffled cries and yelling complaining about the new cramped environment they now find themselves in. Hoof prints and faces pushing out as the try to rouse the slumbering captain, to no avail.

The yellow mass of a gut barley staying on the couch as it titters over the edge, groans ringing out as compacts the ponies within, making sure they can’t escape. The gut familiar with former recruits being dumped into it, processed down to fatten its owner. The Jacket on the mare ripped as it couldn't hold the weight of 5 ponies down along its wearers frame.

Inside the belly of the captain, the smell of rancid acid drips down onto each of the ponies, greasing them up as they rub each other speeding up the digestion themselves. The vodka barley doing anything besides giving a hint of extra smell in the air. The ponies moving slowly to try and get comfortable as they each move to the top to have the least crushing weight on them or in the building acids’, doing nothing as they only get turned around and disoriented as they move. Blaming each other for this situation they find themselves in.

Slowly 1 by 1 they stop moving as they grow tired, but unable to sleep. Fur and feathers melting off into a slurry of colorful liquid below, as their bodies soften up after several hours of constant grinding from the walls roll them around. The sloshing gut shifting suddenly as Spitfire rolls onto her back, snoring loudly as a hoof drifts toward her wobbling gut, as if to sooth the raging beast under the fur.

Night turning into sunrise, the massive 5 small ponies of tangle limbs and body making a lumps across the belly previously, now half the size in a dome of sloshing liquid beneath the fluff of fur. Spitfire sleeping the morning away till noon before slowly stirring awake from her food induce coma.

As She leaves her land of dreams, she rolls off the side of the couch nearly falling over from the sudden shift of gravity as the sloshing gut keeps moving before she get it under control. Shaking her head to clear the fog, looks towards her side, giving a surprised gasp at here sloshing size belly sways softly still. "Shit... that was the wrong potion last night..." Spitfire stats aloud to her stomach, getting a displeased sound’s from within at the sudden shift. Feeling pressure building up down her throat, Spitfire looks forward before a belch rings out, strings of saliva splatting out onto the floor, along with a multitude colorful feathers come out as well. "UUuraap" Looking as few dozen half soaked digested feathers drop to the floor, licking her lips at the hint of her former bolts taste as she smiles at her stomach handy work... "Well Guess I don't need to do that paperwork now for you 5...standard discharge is much easier to do anyways"

Looking back to her fatten cutie mark flanks over her shoulder, smiles at the new look her sloshing bolts added. Backing up to her full body mirror to watch her jiggling plug butt shack as she moves back, giving it a wing slap as ripples of fat roll across one side to the other. "Heh... going take me few weeks to work you off though... hope Soarin like the new look for a few days at least, he always was a good cushion eating out my pies. Can't be Captain with you 5 dragging me down."

Walking towards her bath champers to clean up the mess she had made on herself. Her flanks swaying to an invisible beat as the captain loves the feel of power, she gives off ending 5 of her bolts’ life by a simple accident. Their lives adding to the betterment of herself at least, so not a complete waste, only getting a reminder of their taste when the feathers came back up. "My jacket is coming out of your paychecks as well you 5... I'm sure you don't need it anymore anyways"

Author's Note

Honestly... couldn't think of a better scene to set up for the bad end. After all they already were eaten so not much room to play with. Otherwise end up with a 3k chapter as I made up more stuff for them dragging it out to much then I think