"Oh my stars darling, how did I not think of this sooner" the white fashionista said to herself while staring intently at a page in a spellbook. She eyed the diagram intently, it showed a unicorn casting a spell, then feasting and gaining no excess weight, it was perfect! While not as adept at magic as her friend Twilight, Rarity was more than capable of a basic spell. She set up the magic in her head as she stared intently, building up power in her horn before releasing it on herself. A shower of light blue magic sparks fell down on her as she squeaked giddily. As the sparkles fell away her stomach gave a loud and ominous rumble.
"I... I guess it's working!", she took off post haste to her kitchen. Still donning her robe and slippers from the morning before she got out the treat she'd been saving, opening her refrigerator she levitated out a couple dozen gallons of the richest ice cream she could afford and set it out before her. "now if this didn't work I'm going to have to diet for a month to get rid of the inches this is going to give me but... What the hay, as it were! " and with that she dug into the container of the frozen treat. Her stomach growled almost complacently as the sugary dessert fell into it as she made short work of the first gallon. With a loud sigh of contentment and a gentle pat to her stomach she opened the second one and tore into it even faster.
After about an hour there were a mess of empty containers and a unicorn with a distended belly filled with chilled dairy cream, and a happy smile on her face. She watched in amazement as her stomach shark right before her eyes, until over the course of a half hour the massive quantities of ice cream Rarity consumed had melted away, and not a single ounce added! She was ecstatic, and jumped up in joy only to be struck with unbearable hunger pangs. Her stomach twisted itself into knots inside her as she groaned in pain, she was so hungry so suddenly that she could hardly stand it.
"If all that ice cream couldn't keep me full for more than a half hour then I'd need something bigger, something at least pony sized!"... She thought about this for a second, barely entertaining the idea before she heard a knock on her door. She stumbled, clutching her growling gut to the entrance to her boutique, only to open it and see...
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