Punny Pinkie: Transfats

>Ever since your sex change, you really let yourself go.

>Your once beautiful, sleek figure has now gone to waste after eating hundreds of donuts.

>You probably gained about two-three hundred pounds.

>It didn't help that you were stuck inside your house tinkering with all these strange electronics you picked up from your time in Equestria.

>Everyday you would sit down, stuff yourself with two or three dozens donuts, and tinker away at the strange devices.

>Today, however, you looked inside your pantry and felt as if you were about to have a heart attack.

>You weren't sure if the fat finally got to you, or because you realized you ran out of donuts.

>Slowly backing away from the empty cabinet, you slowly waddle to your office where you held all the devices.

>Grabbing the kart like hover machine you picked up in Canterlot, you head out the door towards the only place that made donuts without being "healthy" and ruining the taste: Sugarcube Corner.

>By the time you reach the store, you're out of breath from the trip, though you never actually performed any physical activity.

>Giving yourself a small five minute break, you catch your breath before entering the store.

>Pinkie sits behind the counter with a courteous smile.

>"Hi Anon! What can I help you with?"

>After taking a moment to move the fat away from your esophagus by vibrating your throat, you finally emit the statement.

"Let me get forty dozen donuts."

>She puts on a Cheshire Cat's grin.

>"Sorry Anon, but I can't do that. It's against the new rule."

>After another throat rumble you return a statement with what sounds like an angry tone.

"What new rule?!"

>"The new rule states that we don't serve TRANSFATS!"