Title:           "Sweet fuck..." "You've been saying that for twenty minutes, Ballistic." "
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 22nd of August 2015 10:21:58 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 22nd of August 2015 10:21:58 PM CDT

"Sweet fuck..."
 
"You've been saying that for twenty minutes, Ballistic."
 
"I mean, yeah, but... sweet /fuck/."
 
Laid out before Ballistic and her steadfast companion was a veritable feast. Even a pre-war pony would have been astonished by the sheer volume of food on display. It was simple food, but the amount... as Ballistic said, 'sweet fuck'. The Stable they'd found had been a bore until now, nothing but corridors and rooms, all carpeted with various amounts of outside sand. This room, though...
 
It was a fairly large room, about as big as the Stable's entrance room, but without any of the obstructions like the door mechanism and guardrails. Instead, it was filled hoof-to head with food. Only food in the loosest sense of the term, but still food; calorie and nutrient-rich blocks of sustenance, each flavored something bland like orange or grape, each enough to sustain a pony for a whole month.
 
Every fucking square inch of the room, entrace aside, was stacked to the top with them. There was enough food here to feed a Stable for /years/. And it was all theirs.
 
"So, what're we doing with this all? Gonna pack it up and eat it ourselves, or find a way to sell it all? We won't be going hungry again, either way."
 
Ballistic shrugged. "Shit, you think I care either way? First, lemme stuff myself, because I haven't seen a decent meal in /weeks/, and then we'll figure out what we're doing."
 
"Fine... don't take too long."
 
Ballistic was already stuffing the first of the blocks whole into her muzzle, and chewing by the time the word 'long' left her compatriot's lips. She wasn't incredibly surprised at the taste of it, simply given how old the stuff was, but the density of it was a bit of shock. The block she was chewing on was soft as a pillow, about as big as a brick, and as heavy as the last simile would lead you to expect. It went down easily, in a bunch of wet, easily digestible hunks, but landed in her gut like a handful of fishing weights.
 
"Sweet fuck... you sure you don't want any of this? It's pretty good."
 
"I'll just sit here and watch." The mare bit back a remark on her companion's manners, she'd wolfed down that brick like it was the last on the planet. This'd probably go the same route as their trip to the Sparkle-Cola factory; she'd be rolling Ballistic out of here.
 
The mare in question shrugged, and stuffed a duo of the bricks into her muzzle, chewing and swallowing both with the same shameless speed and crudeness. Crumbs found their way to her lips, as did flecks of spittle, but both were clearly mopped up with a probing tongue and swallowed alongside the heavy mouthful of bland nutrition. Were one inclined to look, they'd be able to see her belly gently sag with the weight, even through the thick leather padding she wore.
 
Her companion had no such inclination, and excused herself from the room. This always went the same way. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, Ballistic... holler when you're done..."
 
Ballistic belches, and peered behind her, torwards the door. "Sure! Go look around the Stable, maybe find some rad-away, I think we're low on the stuff!" Whatever her companion's response on the matter might have been was discarded as Ballistic immediately shoved another calorie bomb in her mouth.
 
"Right... seeya later, fatass..."
 
While the term might not have been incorrect, she still mumbled it under her breath. Last time she called her that, she'd had to teleport herself out of Ballistic's gut. Not a pleasant experience, being eaten by a feisty Earth Pony.
 
Left to her own devices, Ballistic quickly did what she did best; eat. Brick after brick was swallowed, some of them after a thorough chewing, some without. It didn't matter, they all went the same way, turned into fat on her ass. All that mattered was that end-goal, the methods were irrelevant. She wanted to fill herself out, turn herself into the fattest fucker in the Wasteland, and that was a rare opportunity indeed, so for the moment, she ate. Even when her belly began to strain against her clothing, and ache like she'd been sucker-punched, she kept eating. Even when the weight in her stomach forced her to sit her plush ass on the ground before her legs gave out, she kept going.
 
Eventually, her outfit split. It was a rugged thing that had seen her through a lot of years, and it was as patch-work as the mare herself, at this point. There really was no warning. One second, the leather barding was stretched tight over the curvature of her newly-minted potbelly, the next, it was a tatter of scraps on the floor around her. Her belly quickly popped outwards, capitolizing on the lack of clothing restraining it and quickly swelling. It sagged onto the floor now, oozing outwards and settling like hot wax on cold tile.
 
"Nnghhh.... fuuuuuuck me this is good..." She stifled her own moaning with another heavy mouthful of bricks, and another, and another. Her belly, which already looked as though she was pregnant with a watermelon, a fat watermelon, kept swelling on and out. It eventually took on some definite form, as opposed to a blob glued to her middle, as it continued filling. The skin surrounding the sack of foot became firm, then taut, soon reaching the limits to how far it could stretch.
 
Ballistic toppled, falling onto her back and spreading her hindlegs, and only continued to eat. Her gut soon became a churning ball of calories atop her, thick and heavy like she'd drank the contents of a cement truck, too viscous to be properly digested in any reasonable amount of time. She'd be full for weeks, easily, and it'd take longer to work the weight off.
 
The thought only spurred her on. She kept stuffing herself, till the belly on her middle soon neared her size, then met and surpassed it, flowing over her hindlegs and gluing them to the floor she lay on. She didn't give a shit, she just dragged herself along with her forelegs to wherever the food was. Eventually, her gut grew too large for even her earth pony bulk to muscle around, and she simply ate what was in hoof's reach... then collapsed with a wet, resounding belch. Her companion entered the room shortly after, and scowled, even though she knew what to expect. Ballistic really had outdone herself this time; her belly was a gently quivering gut about as tall as she was standing on her hindlegs, wide around as an automobile, and gurgling like a leaking water main.
 
"Sweet fuck... and I gotta drag you out of her... first things first."
 
Ballistic's eyes went wide as her companion's magic carefully selected a single brick... and the ten around it, then stuffed those one-at-a-time into her maw.
 
"Yeah, you're finishing all this. I've got some healing potions if you pop. Scream if it hurts too bad; I'll try and speed it up."
 
Ballistic whimpered, then belched, and her belly gurgled as another ten bricks were forced down her throat. It was gonna be a long day.