This choice: Her balloon cutie mark, aside from partying, causes her to gain weight! • Go Back...Chapter #4Sugarcubed Pinkie. by: Unknown "Your total comes to twelve bits, please!"
The mare at the counter reached into her saddlebag and counted off twelve bits, placing them on the table before Pinkie.
"Okie...Dokie...Lokie! Have a super day!" Pinkie chanted as she counted the customers payment. With her due paid, the customer went off on her way. With a smile, Pinkie went about performing the other common tasks associated with her job. Sugarcube Corner had to be her favorite place in the whole world, as the owners acted as adoptive family towards her, and her enjoyment of sweets and bringing joy to other ponies made this the perfect job for her. She went about the bakery, performing her job with an enormous amount of energy...
...yet her usually energetic movements were hampered by her engorged girth...
The owners, Cup and Carrot cake, watched Pinkie work with looks of concern. Lately, Pinkie had been carrying a lot of weight on her body within the recent few months. Although vaguely pudgy when they normally knew her, Pinkie must have gained about three hundred pounds as of late. A large area of the ground beneath her was generously occupied by her massive stomach, sticking out almost a foot from each side. Her forelegs had fattened up to eleven inches at each thigh, tapering to eight at the calves that bunched up into her hooves (forced a foot apart by belly fat that stuck through by six inches). Widening at a few inches over three feet, her flank had marked her widest point. Her body had also lengthened a foot, and gained altitude of about one inch higher than her thinner self (now 4'3").
Giving each other a nervous glance, The Cakes seemed to somehow elect Carrot to talk to her. He trotted into the kitchen, where Pinkie was bringing a cake out of the oven.
"Hi, Mr. Cake!" Pinkie said through fattened cheeks. "Do you need me for anything?"
"Actually, Pinkie, I was hoping to talk to you..."
"Okie Dokie! Just let me finish this cake."
"Of course, dear. I'll be in the bakery."
After about five minutes, Pinkie returned from the kitchen with a small vanilla cake, placing it on the counter before approaching Mr. Cake.
"OK Mr. Cake, what do you want to talk about?"
"Pinkie...would you like to take some time off of work?"
Pinkie let out a horrified gasp.
"I-I'm so sorry. Mr. Cake! I only meant to taste-test that order of d-doughnuts, but they were just so good, and...I just couldn't help myself! I swear I worked really hard to replace them!"
"Wait, what?"
"I'm so sorry! I promise I won't let it happen again, just give me another chance!"
"I...Pinkie, I'm not firing you!"
"Please, I...really?"
"Of course not! You haven't done a single thing wrong since you've worked here. It's just that...well, you haven't spent any vacation time at all since you've worked here, and we just though you might like a few days off!"
"Really? Oh! Well, thank you Mr. Cake! But I'm not really interested in having days off."
Mr. Cake glanced nervously at his wife, who peeked through the door to the kitchen.
"Pinkie...I really don't want you to rub this the wrong way, but Mrs. Cake and I are getting a bit worried about you..."
"How come?"
"Well...We've noticed that you've...been getting...um...we're concerned that eating the foods in the bakery are catching up to you, Pinkie."
"Don't worry, Mr. Cake! I eat lots of super healthy food when I'm not working here, and I get a lot o-"
"Pinkie, please forgive me for being blunt...but have you noticed that lately, you've been putting on weight?"
Somewhat confused, the at least three foot wide earth pony looked down at her stomach, gently poking it with her hoof.
"Hmm...I guess I am getting a little pudgy. But I can work it off really quickly!"
"Pinkie, please listen..." Mrs Cake pleaded as she joined the conversation. "This isn't just some winter break gain, you're...I'm sorry, but you've gained a couple hundred pounds recently!"
Pinkie took a few more moments to examine herself. She rarely did, occupied by her upbeat energy and selfless nature, and what she was now realizing did come as quite a shock.
"But... but I never really noticed something happen to me like this before! I don't eat THAT many sweets from the bakery!"
"Then in that case, do you think you should see a doctor?"
"I don't think I'm sick or anything...I can always tell when I'm sick!"
"Just because you don't feel sick doesn't mean nothing's happening to you, Pinkie. If we visit the doctor tomorrow, we'll be able to know for sure whether or not this is anything serious."
Pinkie looked slightly downtrodden. She never enjoyed going to the doctor. However, she feared being sick even more.
"Can you guys come with me?"
"Of course we will, Pinkie. What reason have we not to?" Mrs. Cake replied warmly.
A smile returned to Pinkie's face.
"Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Cake! It really means a lot that..." Pinkie stopped talking as a surprised look crossed her face.
"Are you alright, dear?"
"I...I just feel funny..." A feeling emanated from Pinkie's stomach that seemed to hybrid nausea with the sensation of falling.
Then, much to the shock of the three earth ponies, Pinkie began to inflate with fat. As she became fatter, she gained more altitude, making her six inches taller. Her stomach stood 15 inches from her sides between each leg, her forehooves now forced a foot and a half apart. Her flank and legs fattened noticeably, extending her length a few inches more.
The Cakes gaped at the confused pink blob, baffled at her growth.
"O-On second thought..." Mr Cake stammered. "We might want to go now..."
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