Absolutely Baked

Pot Luck kept his eyes peeled, making sure nopony was looking at him as he crept toward Sugarcube Corner. His bigger stomach bounced and jiggled between his legs, his fatter flanks wobbling beneath his tail.

As he hoped, Ponyville was very quiet that night. Almost nopony was around, and the rare souls who were still awake were either in their homes or stumbling home from the tavern. That didn’t stop him from wriggling behind a trash bin when one of the latter came along. He waited and watched as the pony staggered by, his slurred singing echoing through the empty streets to the point a mare tossed a hairband at his head and yelled at him to shut up.

Making sure neither of them were looking his way, he crept back out and snuck toward the bakery. He could already smell the batter and sugar from outside, and it was making him despierate.

He got to the front door and, despite it making absolute sense to be the case, he was absolutely frustrated to learn the handle wouldn’t turn. He took a moment to stare at it in total defeated despair, before shaking his head.

“No way,” he growled. “A locked door isn’t stopping me. I’m gonna get in somehow.”

He crept around the building, hoping to find some form of entry. Maybe they’d forgotten to lock a back door or something? Or maybe there was some secret entrance somewhere nearby?

If there was a will, there was a way. And he was going to find a way if it took him all night.

Though, he was happy to discover that it wouldn’t come to that. Around the back, he found that a window leading into the kitchen was ajar. He experimentally pulled at it, and his tail wiggled with glee when he saw it open wider. No wonder he could smell so many sweet things so vividly.

“I found a way!” he squealed quietly, and he made the gap as wide as he could. He lowered down, his haunches wiggling in the air, his tongue sticking out with a smirk as he eyed the window. “Three, two, one… hup!”

With all his might, he leaped through the window. He looked around the dark kitchen, the smells of recent baking practically setting his sinuses on fire. He could only imagine what was waiting for him in the display windows.

His hooves began an eager trot.

But he stayed where he was.

He blinked, furrowing his brow. He looked down and saw his front hooves weren’t even touching the floor. Neither were his hind hooves, for that matter.

“Wha…?”

And while he was thinking about it, there was this weird tight feeling around his stomach. What was that all about?

He looked over his shoulder, and even in the dark, he made out a fat green stomach bulging through the window. His fat green stomach.

“Aw, nuts,” he muttered, “I’m stuck.”

He grit his teeth as he wriggled and squirmed. His front legs pushed against the wall while his hind legs kicked outside, desperate to get in before somepony spotted him sneaking in.

He groaned and gasped, frequently slumping down as each attempt to get inside failed. His tongue stuck out as he panted. But he couldn’t give up. All those delicious treats were so close.

“C’mon, Pot, you can do this,” he muttered, straightening back up. “Just suck it in…”

He puffed out his cheeks and pushed his stomach back. His eyes scrunched shut as he wiggled and pushed.

POP

“Oof!” he grunted as he flopped onto the kitchen floor. He stumbled to his hooves and gave himself a shake, then took a moment to rub his aching middle.

“Alright, I’m in,” he whispered. “Treat time! And you keep quiet,” he added, prodding his gut.

He brought his hooves down on the wooden floor as lightly as possible as he crept around the kitchen counters, bringing himself to the double doors that opened to the shopfront. The darkness did a good job keeping him hidden from any potential onlookers. Thankfully, he had his nose to guide him to the display windows, which hadn’t been emptied yet.

“You’ve come through for me again,” he whispered to his jiggly flank. He’d give his cutie mark a kiss if he could.

He slid open the window and fished out a doughnut off a platter, coated with chocolate and sprinkles. He took a bite, a mental note popping up somewhere in the back of his head that the doughnut had gotten tough and a bit stale from sitting out for so long. Not optimal, but he didn’t care. He was hungry, and he was going to eat.

He made quick work of the doughnut and grabbed another, and another, before simply lifting out the platter and cramming in one after the other with his hooves. When he was done with it, he aimed for a tray of delightfully decorated cupcakes. The creamy topping was still nice and soft, and loaded with powdered sugar. He was delighted by the strawberry tang within the slightly tasteless and crunchy batter. Delighted to the point he helped himself to every cupcake on the tray. Wrappers trickled down to the floor around him, licked clean of any crumbs or sugar.

He stifled a burp into his hoof before wriggling his face into the display case. “Ooh, there’s some cinnamon rolls in here,” he murmured, his hind legs pattering excitedly on the floor. “And some chocolate-fudge cake!”

He chomped and chewed on everything his hooves could drag toward him. He didn’t care how hard and stale each treat was - food was food, and he was going to eat his fill no matter how much it took. All he could think of was those delicious smells and tastes lighting up his senses, each swallow granting him the motivation to keep going.

And little did he know, his body was swelling up along with his greed. His stomach grew rounder and rounder, the sides peeking between his legs and the bottom inching closer to the floor. His flanks bounced larger and softer in small surges along with it, as did his thick chin. His cheeks bulged with how much he packed into them, and when he swallowed, they looked less and less shrunken back down.

In time, he sat back on his oversized haunches, licking crumbs and filling off his hooves. Wrappers and plates were strewn around him on the floor, like he was a big green island amongst a sea of paper and ceramic.

“Oh, that was good,” he sighed, licking his lips with a happy smile as he rubbed his dome-like stomach with both hooves.

Grrruuuuuhhhhhrrrrrrr…

He blinked when a familiar groan erupted from that stomach.

“Still hungry,” he murmured without thinking. With a bit of effort, he rolled over onto his hooves and waddled back toward the kitchen. His stomach swung side to side between his legs like a pendulum, and his flanks shifted side to side with each lumbering step.

If there wasn’t more in the kitchen, there was the means to make more…