Chapter #7Pig Out! by: Godot   You can even figure out why you're still hesitating, you're practically starving! You snatch up the eclair in one hoof and cram it in your piehole, splattering cream all over your belly. You don't have a moment to clean it off though, because Pinkie Pie gives that rope another tug and sends more confections your way. This time it's a whole mess of donut holes! You scoop up and armful and pile them into your gaping maw.
"Mmm, jelly-filled!" You say, while chewing nosily on the puffballs. You grab the last few out of your feeding bowl and shovel them into your mouth, spilling half-chewed wads of jelly and dough out onto your gut as you do. You're slowly becoming absolutely filthy, but you're too busy with your sugary bliss to ever care. One pudgy hoof sweeps crumbs from your mouth while the other taps your feedbowl. Pinkie receives your message loud and clear. Another tug of the rope sends more sweets your way, this time a strawberry shortcake and a baker's dozen of chocolate chip cookies.
While you munch away Pinkie Pie takes the liberty of swapping out the tank on her milking machine. Incredibly, your swollen crotchboobs were able to fill the entire six-gallon container easily and from the looks of things there's plenty more white gold in those puffy orange mountains. Pinkie can only watch in awe as your mammaries effortlessly fill the next container at an even greater pace. Every squeeze of the pump extracts more milk than either of you thought possible.
"Holy Toledo, Peachy, you sure can make milk!" Pinkie says. She can't resist dipping her hoof into the still-warm milk and sampling it. It's sweeter than choclate milk from all the pastries you've been downing. Definitely a winning formula, with this Sugarcube Corner is gonna be the hit of Ponyville!
You don't share Pinkie's delight, because you've been deprived of sweets for at least three minutes! You feel like you're going to simply shrivel up and die if you have to wait any longer.
"Pinkie! Huff, huff," With all this extra weight you're finding it tough to breath, "I neeed more food! More fooooood!"
You start slapping your hooves against your belly like an oversized toddler and shout about how you're starving to death. Pinkie quickly tugs on the rope and sends another treat down the chute, a blueberry pie. You shove the whole thing in your mouth, chew it, then spit out the pie tin. Now you've got blue sauce on your mouth, further adding to your slobbish looks.
"More! More!"
Pinkie tugs the rope again, sending more sweets, but you down those just as quickly and Pinkie finds herself pulling again, and again. Eventually the rope snaps from her tugging and a cascade of pastries begin to rain down on you. Ever the master of improvisation, you simply pull the metal chute upwards to your mouth and let the pastries funnel in. Oh yes... Now this is more like it! Sweets and candies of every shape and size just pouring into your mouth. You hardly have time to chew and instead just swallow most of it whole. It's impossible to tell flavors apart now. Everything is just chewy and creamy and sweet and doughy and peppermint and chocolate and pumpkin spice and delicious all at once. But eventually even you have to stop, and you knock the chute aside when you've had enough, letting the pastries pile up behind you. You'll just eat them later.
You're more blob than pony now, just an enormous dollop of orange, buttery fat sitting on a throne of pillows and drenched in spittle and sugar. You've got more chins than hooves and the thought of ever moving again seems impossible. It looks like you're here to stay. Not that you mind of course. This place is perfect. Music, a warm bed, all the pastries you can eat...
Although. Although you would feel better if you weren't so sweaty right now. Probably from all this newly acquired ponyflab, or maybe the milking machine going into overdrive. Either way you're sweating like a pig. And on top of that you're especially parched. You know what would hit the spot right now? A warm glass of mare's milk! And it just so happens that you're making gallons of the stuff! Pinkie's already got at least ten tanks worth so far.
"Uuuurp!" You belch, just to let some of the pressure out of your gut, and then address Pinkie, "Hey, gimme some of that milk!"
"No way Jose! Are you loco in the coco?" She leaps in front of her milkjugs, "We need all this!"
You pout, "But I want it! I want it now!"
Pinkie doesn't budge. Apparently she realizes that you're not going anywhere whether you want to or not. You give a huff of frustration and say,
"Fine! Keep all my super-delicious milk! See if I care. I don't, and you wanna know why? Because you're gonna get me another pony or two! Is that too much to ask? I want you to bring me more ponies! More ponies so I can..."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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