Title:           Twilight Teleports Bread I Guess
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/zeVL2Yck
First Edit:      Saturday 6th of September 2014 03:35:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 6th of September 2014 03:35:47 PM CDT

Teleporting Bread Story…?
/r/ story about pone having bread teleported into her stomach. Tentacles, inflation, and insatiable hunger ensue.
 
 
>Be purple Einstein horse
>You’ve been inside for a few days now
>Spike’s had it with your ignoring of him and went off to apprentice for Rarara until you came back outside
>You wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a bread-related incident at Sugarcube Corner
>Your cupcakes have been getting tumors upon arriving post-teleport home
>You got to the bottom of it
>Or at least you think
>You’re exhausted right now
>Your horn occasionally burns and miscasts spells
>Just one more and your quadruple-check will be finished
>There’s got to be more to this than tumors, what are those even suppo -
>You feel a painful crackle in your horn and you flinch back
>Hm? Where’d the new test subject go?
>You feel something shaking in your body
>Oh no
>Nononono, anything but this
>You frantically try to focus on it, but your horn fizzles out
>Based on your scream, you might also not be able to focus very well in this situation
>Your stomach is very slightly distended, but you feel like you could eat everything in the library
>M-maybe you should try to eat something before you continue
>You’re absolutely starving, and your horn’s probably not gonna work for a few hours. May as well eat while you wait, right?
 
 
>You hastily trot up the stairs, letting out the occasional moan as the mass of cupcake seems to undulate in your belly
>You make it to the kitchen, seemingly reduced to your basest instincts as you throw the pantry door open
>You hear a muffled roar from your stomach, but dismiss it as your stomach itself in your frantic rush for food
>Everything from Hay Burger leftovers to ice cream from Pinkie to pastries are greedily shoved into your maw
>Your hunger seems never to be sated, but something very quickly changes
>The small mass of bread consumes most of the food you eat, increasing in size
>The pastries you eat add even more mass to the thing in your gut
>You feel a painful stretching at your gut tries to accommodate the bread-based parasite growing inside you
>Your belly has become slightly bigger, and something is starting to slither inside
>It hangs about half a foot outward now, but its shaking doesn’t make it easy to measure the standard
>The slithering soon reaches outside your stomach, slowly creeping upward
>You sit on your haunches as your gag reflex is invaded, forcing your eyes open in fear-induced curiosity
>It’s a green vine/tentacle, slowly reaching out
>Towards the pantry
>Oh Celestia no
>Well…at least you died full of food
 
 
>A few minutes pass in a mix of terror and pleasure
>The tentacles eat all of your food, surprisingly keeping you fed enough to live as it feeds itself
>Add ‘relatively kind’ to the mental list of traits this bread has
>Right next to ‘greedy’
>You feel another tentacle start to poke around your intestines
>You let out a muffled moan of pleasure at the feeling of the beast’s prodding, jaw locked all the way open by the frontmost tentacle
>You lay down on your side, your belly blocking your downward view, and close your eyes, legs twitching as the rearmost tentacle burst from your ponut
>You let out a cry of pleasure as your hit your climax, the tentacle in your backdoor feeling around your flanks and lapping up the juices in your marehood
>As you recover from your mind-splitting orgasm, your jaw-splitting tentacle moves about more slowly, not eating anymore food to let you have your moment
>The tentacle dabbling between anus and vagoo gently massages your groin, making you even more aroused than you were before orgasming and getting you prepared for more
>Remove ‘greedy’ from that list and add ‘holy hotcakes this thing knows how to fuck a mare’ in its place
>You feel your fears slowly fade away as you pass out, too tired to focus on how hot and bothered you already are or the size of your writhing, two-foot-tall stomach
 
 
>You wake up a short while later
>Something’s giving your horn a somewhat sensual massage
>You open your eyes and try to gasp at what you see
>Key word being ‘try’ - another tentacle sprouted out of your mouth and is wrapped lightly around your delicate, overused horn
>But something else seems off
>You find out almost immediately as another tentacle pokes out of your pussy, and your body is slightly moved
>All the tentacles are keeping you propped on your belly
>You attempt to move your legs and realize they are a few inches above the ground
>Your gut shows just how hard at work the bread-creature has been at making its host and itself nice and comfy
>You feel everything inside your body vibrate, convulse, and get larger by the second as you hazily look around you
>Your pantry has been almost totally emptied, and the tentacle in charge seems to be lazing about as the others please their host
>You couldn’t focus on anything if you tried at this point
>The immense feeling of fullness in every orifice, the secretions leaking from the both of you - it’s heaven
>You gently tap at the creature through your abdomen with a useless hoof, hoping it can somehow communicate
>The tentacles all stop, and the two in your mouth slowly but surely recede
>Your mouth is painfully sore, and it scares you to think about how long this has been happening
>You calm yourself down, trying to ignore the slightly-sticky feeling between your cooter’s folds
“Do…do you understand me…?”
>You feel a small surge of activity in your belly, abruptly stopped after a second or two
>Your mind draws a blank at that for a few seconds, but before you say anything your thoughts are replaced with one thought:
>So hungry - more bread