There was a long bought of silence again as Sweetie Belle with her belly stretched to the max she ever thought it could be filled to panted, moaned, and cried. Hoof Steps were heard coming closer as well as what sounded like wheels. Sweetie's voice cracked while she posed her question to her captor.
"Why, why me, why must it be me?" she whimpered trying to coax some humanity out of the pony captor. "I'm already so full, I, I, I could pop." Unknown to our little filly Pinkie Pie's glorious smile turned into a frown. She wanted her marsh-mellow to just eat and shut up, she knew exactly how much food the little one could take. She knew exactly how much food she wanted her to take; and her Sweetie Belle wasn't going to stop her with words they just made Pinkie Pie upset.
"Shut-up" Pinkie said calmly but took her hoof and slapped sweetie hard, leaving a huge red mark on her otherwise perfect white muzzle. "Just shut-up and eat you little ungrateful bitch," The slap didn't hurt as much as it should she was used to getting hit by now by her captor; but Pinkie noticed the red mark and it changed her tone rather quickly. "Oh no, no, no" she repeated quickly over and over again as if concerned as she shoved a hose down Sweetie Belle's throte while she rubbed and gently kissed Sweetie's reddened cheek, and then whispered sweet words into Sweetie's ear. Sweetie felt a warm tingle as Pinkie talked, weaving words of wonder. Unknown to Sweetie it was really a magic spell that Pinkie was using to allow for more food to enter her prisoner by causing her skin to be able to stretch far greater then ever that includes her organs mostly her stomach as well as increase appetite and slow matabilisum. The warmth was never stopped because once the magic took affect the warm sludge entered her body at alarming amounts. Pinkie smiled wide as the liquid started to fill Sweetie nice and round and massively pregnant looking. Soft moans came from Sweetie as she was further filled to a max that she didn't know existed; and though she knew she was ingesting so much food she never truly felt full and that worried that she would suffocate due to her stomach crushing her lungs, or worse she would finally pop. All of a sudden, right at the peak of Sweetie's panic, the feed just stopped; and the hose was removed with a pop as Sweetie Belle was panting and moaning gently.
"Are we done?" Sweetie asked gently hoping not to get hit whimpering and panting gently, knowing full well that she was massive and heavy; and round oh so very round just as Pinkie wished it...
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