Little filly Sweetie Belle didn't fully know where she was she just was in somewhere filled with sweets and other random foods; she would know she had been stuffed one after another with dishes. Her sight, and touch senses were impaired with blind folds and bindings; but there was one thing that didn't change she could taste all the amazing tastes, and she could hear all the sounds. The clopping of hooves on an unknown floor type and the giggle... the infernal giggle it permeated her every cell but it was seemingly unrecognizable to anything she has heard and yet very familiar.
"Oh deary me I don't think you are full yet," Sweetie heard her captor whisper gently in her her ear as a hoof softly grazed the fur of her stretched out belly full of food. The pressed gently and slowly rubbed small circles into her tight little tummy. Sweetie didn't know how much more she cold hold in her before she either exploded or threw up, which ever came first she honestly didn't know. What she did know is that if she was able to control if she ate this much she probably still wouldn't stop the food was just entirely to good to stop; but she didn't have a choice in the matter this time and it was exciting her to no end in a small part of her brain. The belly rubs were helping her be ok with this for now and the whispers of feeding and being full enticed her brain to want more. It was at that point that little Sweetie Belle moaned softly at the touch of her captor. The hoof was removed quickly from Sweetie Belle and unannounced to the bound little filly a smile bigger then any smile before crossed the face of the pink party pony who held poor little Sweetie Belle in this room and being fed.
"Oh please let me go," Sweetie Belle requested rather weakly "I'm so full, I could surely pop," her eyes covered and her maw covered with various crumbs and food bits looked in the direction that the hoof came from, or at least so she thought it did.
"Is my marshmallow full?"the voice turned from sweet to malicious "you think you are full?" a platter clanged on to the ground as hooves were roughly placed on her head. Sweetie whimpered and winced "YOU ARE FULL WHEN I SAY YOU ARE FULL!" it was a scream that shook Sweetie's soul "Celestia help me, you are mine and i will do with you what i like, and i like my little filly's plump and you my little marshmallow is not plump enough so shut your BUCKING face and eat!" tears streamed down Sweetie's blind folded face. Despite all of that her mouth willingly opened for more, she felt the ball of a belly she was sporting was slowly churning up the food that was already there. Once the yelling finished the captor went to get more food, more cakes, more pies, more smores, more food and forced them down the poor filly's throat. Sweetie Belle fought as best as she could against her captor but it was for naught. Everything was a blur there were slaps to the face and harsh words to poor Sweetie Belle, as well as soothing, comforting words and soft belly rubs were given as what felt like at least an hour or two of feeding happened; and then as it began it just ended. Sweetie Belle was there bloated, full, bound, blinded, and heavy there was no more sound no more smell of food but she knew her captor was still there watching contemplating thinking. The one thing that brook the silence was a few burps and painful moans from the little stuffed marshmallow filly but that was it.
Lets see what Pinkie Pie has in store for our little Sweetie Belle
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