Celestia raises the sun over ponyville. A classical tune can be heard playing in the wee hours of the morning: the Sunrise Quartet. No one is awake to listen...
No one but a lone white unicorn.
Rarity had slept wonderfully the night before. With her business on the rise, she had to be very organized with her schedule. Only 6 hours of sleep, then up at sunrise to prepare her shop. Work for 10 hours, in bed by 9, and a good amount of socializing packed in. As she sat up stiffly in bed, she glanced at her flank, finally proud of the truth.
For years, Rarity had been known as the fashionista queen. Her dresses sold well, and her diamond pieces were exquisite. All was going well until she was sued for copyright infringement.
As it turned out, Rarity had lied to the world. She was not a designer - all of her designs had been stolen from other ponies. She had invented the story of the diamond cutie mark, and slightly altered her flank to her liking. Though she did have wonderful taste, her real talent lay in a different kind of taste:
A taste for chocolate.
Her cutie mark had originally been three diamond-shaped chocolates, but before anyone could see, she had dyed them blue. Now, however, she was proud of her talent, and had transformed the Carousel Boutique into the Chocolatier de La Ville du Cheval. She specialized in dark chocolates with rich fillings, and always gave free samples.
This morning, however, she found it a little difficult to get out of bed. She glanced down at her stomach. It had become a bit pudgier recently, but the other sweet specialists of Ponyville had assured her that a few extra pounds were to be expected in the candy business. It wouldn't be noticeable, they said. Rarity put a hoof to her tummy. It sank in just a little. Not noticeable, said the voices in her head.
"Of course, Rarity. Nothing shameful about a few extra pounds. Not noticeable at all," she thought aloud. It would just take some getting used to. She pushed herself up off her bed and put on her slippers. She would wait to freshen up before the shop opened.
Downstairs, Sweetie Belle was waiting with breakfast. She had gained her chocolate-selling cutie mark after selling a bag of caramels, and proudly sported a chocolate coin, but it hadn't improved her cooking skills in the slightest. Breakfast was a charred mess. However, Rarity was not discouraged.
"Oh darling, not this again. Come, I'll teach you to cook a proper breakfast," said Rarity. Sweetie Belle brushed off the insult and instead focused on learning to cook.
"What are we gonna cook, Rarity?' she asked.
"Well, we let's see, how much time before shop opens up..."
"Rarity, it's a Wednesday. We're not open on Wednesdays," said Sweetie Belle.
"Is it now? I could've sworn yesterday was Wednesday," said Rarity, glancing over at their calendar.
"Rarity, you've been really forgetful lately. Are you feeling okay?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"Of course I am, darling. I've never felt better. Now, let's get cooking, shall we?" said Rarity with a smile. Sweetie Belle grinned in return.
With nothing to do but cook, Rarity and Sweetie Belle spent most of the morning cooking every breakfast recipe they had. By lunch time, the kitchen was full with delicious meals and wonderful smells. Rarity had been much more patient with Sweetie Belle since she had revealed the truth, and the two had prepared an enormous feast.
"Well done, Sweetie Belle! You did an excellent job," said Rarity. Her eyes fell over countless dishes: eggs benedict, French toast, broccoli and cheese omelettes...
"What are we gonna do with all this food, Rarity?" asked Sweetie Belle.
Rarity's stomach growled. She hadn't had a bite to eat since the day before. "We're going to eat it, of course!" exclaimed Rarity.
"Eat it? You mean... all of it?" Sweetie Belle looked at the numerous plates. They covered all of the counters, tables, and windowsills. She had to push Opal out of the way to stop her from getting to them.
"Well, why not, darling? There's no work today, why not have a little extra fun?" and with that, she magically picked up a plate piled high with pancakes and stuck one in her mouth. As she chewed, she turned towards Sweetie Belle and gave a huge smile. Sweetie Belle smiled halfheartedly back at her, and followed suit.
Rarity sat in a chair, moving the plate of sunny-side up eggs on it out of the way. As she was about to place it on a counter, she thought better of it, and instead. took a few eggs off of the plate and onto her own. She gobbled them up happily, giving plenty to her sister, who wasn't nearly as hungry as Rarity. Suddenly, she got up, claiming that she had to help her friends get their cutie marks, and rushed out the door. Rarity was left alone with a truckload of food.
It didn't stand a chance.
She sat back in her cushioned armchair, her legs sprawled out. This was her time alone: just her and the food. Why not have a little snack? She savored each bite of each dish, chewed every bit thoughtfully. Her stomach swelled. It had never taken in that much food when she was in the dress business. As she continued eating, she leaned further and further back, accounting for the size of her rapidly growing belly. Most of the weight was going to her stomach, and it was showing. Rarity's chair was making strange noises, but she took no notice. She was too happy with the delicious flavors. She was so hungry. Why had she run away from the food business? This was glorious! She slipped out of her chair and onto the floor so that she wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
Chew, swallow, chew, swallow. Crispy waffles caramelized in syrup with soft, melted butter. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow. The size of her stomach was pushing apart her legs, and she lay on her back as she brought more food to her mouth. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow, chew, swallow. She had moved onto the sweeter treats now: Pinkie Pie's fantastic eclair recipe, drizzled with her own decadent chocolate sauce. It smeared all over her shiny white coat, but she didn't care. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow, chew, swallow, eat, eat, eat... all she could think about was how delicious each dish was. Her stomach was telling her she was full, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except these fluffy croissants with a savory marmalade. Chew, swallow, chew, swallow - stop.
She moved her hoof to the right, where she had been putting each dish. There wasn't one there. She sat up - or tried to. She suddenly noticed the size of her stomach. It was a great deal larger than this morning - about the size of a large filly. Her flank was larger too - the three chocolates had stretched, and each was bigger than her hoof. She tried pushing herself up, but to no avail. Gasping for breath, she tried to put her feet on the ground, but she couldn't even see her feet. Rarity began to panic. Finally accepting that her body was incapable of getting herself back up off the ground, she used her magic to levitate herself back on her feet. She surveyed the kitchen.
Plates were lying everywhere. Crumbs, forks, knives, everything - but all the food was gone. She had eaten every single meal.
She patted her stomach. It was immense, and she could barely stand on her feet, let alone walk. It really had all gone straight to her gut. That was when she noticed her heavy breathing. She felt at her neck. She must have had three chins. She looked at her hoof, and it was covered in chocolate, syrup, egg, and lots of other bits of meals. As she craned her neck to see her back, she saw that it was similar all over. She was coated in residue. She did the only thing she could think of, and began routinely cleaning up the kitchen. Washed a plate, place it in the cupboard. Wash, place, wash place...
About halfway through, Rarity noticed something strange. She couldn't put her hoof on it; she had been effectively cleaning, the plates were in the proper cupboard, what was it? She scratched her chin in confusion, and realized that she had a piece of chocolate in her mouth. She took it out, and looked down. As she had been washing she had been eating chocolate bars in a trance-like state. There were now a good many chocolate wrappers on the ground. Rarity spat out the chocolate and was about to throw it away, but thought better of it. What a waste to throw out such nice chocolate. She finished the chocolate and her cleaning as fast as she could, hoping that no one would stop by.
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