Pony story.

If weight gain is not your cup of tea, then i suggest you relocate to another coffee shop, for we do sell wine here.
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The day was nice and sweet, calm, fine and oddly gentle as D.v.s. found himself strolling through an odd, but very well kept valley, and yet, before long, he found himself in the presence of a botanist who looked like she was taking care of the whole field.
"Hello madam." He said calmly, trying not to startle her.
"Oh, hello there sir, what brings you to my valley?" She says, looking up from a well tended clover, with four leaves.
"Oh, I was just walking around absentmindedly, and I found myself in this valley when I woke up."
Her stomach then grumbles quite loudly.
She blushes quite heavily, both from her stomach growling, and the question, she fiund herself about to ask. "Um, you wouldn't happen to have any food in those bags if yours, would you?" She asks, looking over at the brown leather satchels on his waist.
"Why yes, yes I do." He says, pulling out a caramelized green apple with two sunflower seeds, and some nuts decoratively placed in the caramel from his satchel. "Here." He says to her, holding it out for her.
"Oh, thank you!" She squeed happily, taking the food from out of his hoof, somewhat eating it messily as she scarfed it down.
After scarfing down, she found herself with her with a silent lust for more, that or the force of botany comeplling her to not eat for days made her that hungry. "Uh..." she says placing her hoof to her teeth cutely as she leaned torwards him.
"You wouldn't happen to have any MORE food would you?" Questioning him with a lustful smile.
"Why, yes I do." He says, pulling out a pie, the width of his bag, going from chill to succulently warm in a matter of seconds as it was touched by the sunlight.
She took it from him happily, biting into it, moaning as the crust, and apples melted in her mouth. "This is delicious!" She cries out, a few tears escaping from her eyes in joy.
She finished it off without guilt, belching softly, only being a little bit consented.
She looked up at him after finishing off the pie, her face asking for more.
He then pulled out bigger and bigger pies, warming and crisping up from their cooled down state, and laid them upon the grass softly.
She took them, taking every bite slowly, chewing and swallowing down cheerfully, but with every bite that she took, her belly grew not bit by bit, but bucket by bucket, making her belly grow large, and extremely rotund.
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After eating a refrigerator full, and becoming more than twice the size, she finally stopped, and let out a content belch. "bourrrrrrrppppppppppp."
"That was goo-Ooouhhhh..." she was about to compliment the hooded samaritan before something prodded and rubbed her underbelly, causing her to interrupt her speech and moan in a high pitch.
"I have something for you to drink." He said to her, as he loomed over her with an evil aura upon him.
"I'll take it!" She says, reaching out for his face Squeezing his cheeks together.
He then takes a pitcher from his bag, and pours it down her throat lazily, allowing her to chug it down easily as she held her mouth open.
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"That was delicious." She said to him as she rubbed her full oversized and heavily overstuffed belly, that now filled out a huge divot from the hills they were in. "Thank you kind sir."
"Twas my pleasure Miss." He says, bowing torwards her, giving her a large tender press on her belly.
"Muhhhhhhh...." she moaned as her belly was pressed, the supple mix of food in her massively feeble stomach trembled, sending genlte ripples through her form. "You naughty sir." She said, placing a hoof to her teeth again, blushing wildly.
"Ehehe..." he laughed ominously. "I can stay as long as you like." He said before prodding the underside of her stomach again.
"Then make me quiver under the rule of those hooves of yours."
"Your, and my pleasure..."

-(this is where the story ends.)
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This is indeed my first time trying out a pony story, feed back and c(constructive) as well as *"Well durr, this would be obvious..."* (to some exent) comments will be appreciated and replied to.
D.V.S. (Deliver Valued Service) & Clover Luck © Kalethegod