"That's it, my Dashie-poo, sweet dreams..." Pinkie whispered, watching the pony in front of her snore, legs twitching in midair at some dream. Those poor little legs had gotten such a workout recently, dragging around a big belly that now reached out into the air. Pinkie knew that this was probably wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Dash just kept getting cuter and cuter the more she ate, and they were spending more and more time together. Pinkie was terrified of being alone, but now she had found a way to never be alone again.
Dash was so used to eating by now she could literally do it in her sleep, believing she was dreaming. Pinkie had discovered this when Dash had actually fallen asleep halfway through a meal, and now used it to great advantage. She had gotten the feast ready, and now gingerly lifted up a slice of pie to Dash's mouth. Dash sniffed the air and opened her mouth automatically, allowing Pinkie to feed her. Pinkie fed her an entire pie slowly, and then shook up a can of whip cream, and with careful direction, sprayed it directly into Dash's mouth. The sleeping pony lapped it up greedily, her tongue going everywhere to get what landed on her lips or nose. Pinkie bit her lip - she so wanted to lick it off for her Dashie right now, but some things would wake her up. So instead she contented her to watching Dash's belly bloat, and bloat, and bloat, until it was nearly as big as an entire pony! Pinkie Pie carefully rubbed Dash's belly, feeling all its wonderful blubber. She'd get to play with it some more tomorrow as Dash ate breakfast in bed. For now, she simply pushed it a little and watched it jiggle.
Pinkie kept feeding Dash. Soft things were the easiest, so she went with cakes and fritters. Then she decided to try something knew. Carefully leaving the end of a long tube in Dash's mouth, Pinkie got off the bed, taking the other end of the tube and sticking a funnel over it. Then she took the first of several prepared milkshakes and poured it down the tube. Sure enough, she soon heard a sucking sound from the other end of the tube as Dash began to drink. But Dash's belly barely went up with just one milkshake! Pinkie would have to try more...
The second and third milkshake inflated her belly a little more, but after the fifth Pinkie realized what was happening. The milkshakes were filling all the nooks and crannies in between the food Dash had eaten. It was making her stomach heavier without making it bigger. But then Pinkie hit the sweet point with the sixth milkshake. Dash's belly was absolutely packed. Dash continued to gulp down the milkshake, but her belly was beginning to take on a nearly-perfect spherical shape, pushed ever closer to the breaking point. At this rate, Dash was going to wind up fatter than ever! But perhaps Pinkie was overdoing it...
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