Applejack frowned at the package at her dorm's doorstep. It was a tuppleware, containing an entire apple pie. Normally she would love the present, but the context had soured the gesture. Earlier that week she'd visited home, and during this time Granny had continuously tried to load Applejack's plate with as much food as possible, constantly telling her she needs "more meat on her bones," trying to force containers of food on her when she was leaving. And now, it seems Granny had gone as far as to track down her dorm and drop off food for her. She picked up the tuppleware, carrying it into the kitchen.
She pulled the lid off and, despite her annoyance, she couldn't help but find herself drooling at the smell of the pastry. Her Granny did always make the best pies...
Before she knew it, she was pulling out a plate and cutting herself a slice. She couldn't let food go to waste, she supposed..
As she ate, she failed to notice her pants getting every so slightly tighter. That is, until...
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