As the day wound to a close, you find yourself strolling down the streets of Ponyville back to your house. The setting sun combined with the Autumn leaves had painted the town and overcast skies in vibrant oranges and reds. A cool breeze blows, sending a chill down your spine and making you hurry along back home. You had heard that the pegasus teams sent to
Rainbow Dash's house had finished work, so you wanted to make it back home as soon as possible to see her off. Truth be told, you're a bit sad to see her go, as you enjoyed the time you spent together...
Your train of thought is broken when you find your front door already wide open. As you step in, you smell the distinct aroma of hot tomato sauce and fresh bread. Guess Dash wanted to get some pizza before she left, you thought to yourself.
 
That thought was destroyed when you walked into the den. You found Rainbow Dash with about twenty pizza boxes next to her, with three discarded boxes nearby and one balanced on a now somewhat bloated belly. Her face was obscured by the box top, yet you could hear the sound of her pigging out from behind it.
"Dash, what the fuck is going on here?!" you holler. Rainbow jumped with a yelp, the pizza box falling off her belly. She looks up at you sheepishy, her face stained red with tomato sauce and embarrassment.
"Oh...uh...Hey Anon, " she says finally, "I thought you might be coming home late, so I...uh..."
You aren't buying it. You just tap your foot and give her your best stern look.
"Guh, okay!" Dash says with a huff, "I was thinkin' about what you said that one night...so I thought before I moved back home, I'd try packing on some pounds and flying some of my tougher tricks.."
There was a long pause as you looked from the stacked pizza boxes to Rainbow Dash putting on her best puppy-dog face. Sighing, you pick up one of the boxes and pass it to her. "Well, if you think you can pull it off, sure," you say as her face lights up, "Just don't hurt yourself."
 
Quick as a flash, Dash practically ripped the box open and buried her muzzle into the hot pie. You sat down next to her, watching her go to town on her next pizza, bits of sauce occasionally splattering onto your shirt. You try your best to look nonchalant. Whenever Dash finishes a box, she belches and pats her belly while giving you a daring leer as you pass her another. Occasionally, she'd ask for a mug of cider, which you'd pour from a little keg you bought from Applejack a while back. The two of you soon fell into a feeding routine, pausing only to breathe, refill her cider mug and rub her now-rapidly swelling belly.
 
Soon, Dash started to slow down, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as her stomach started to hit its limit. Groaning, she flops back, her hooves clutching her bloated tummy.
"Looks like you're about ready to call it." you remark, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her belly.
Dash looks over to the stacked pizza boxes, seeing only three left. "Nf...N-no." she wheezed, "I...ah..I'm gonna -nnf!- finish this!"
"Dash, come on!" you say, nearly facepalming, "You're full to bursting! Just tap out!"
The bloated blue bolt just groans louder. "Just feed 'em to me, darnit!" she screams, "You said it yourself! I've beaten tougher stuff before! I can handle a tummyache!"
 
You knew someone was going to regret this, but against your better judgement, you grabbed another pizza box. You fed each slice one by one, while your off-hand rubbed the gurgling blue orb between Dash's legs. Rainbow moaned between each mouthful, though despite her bloated, aching stomach, she powered through. After one more box was finished, you decided to move Rainbow into a more comfortable position. You seated her in your lap, letting you cradle her stuffed tummy in your arms, while keeping the pizza boxes at your side for easy access. You whisper half-hearted words of encouragement as you offer each slice to her, gently rubbing her tummy, stretched taut from all the peetzer stuffed within. You're not sure if all this would give her the flab she wants, but you know for sure she'd have the tummyache end all tummyaches.
 
As she gulps down the last slice, she lets out a loud sigh, her hooves resting on the big blue ball that her belly had become. "Alright, Dash, are you done now?" You ask with an irritated tone.
"N-not -hic!- yet..." Rainbow muttered, "S-still real -urp- thirrrrsty..."
Sighing, you reach back and grab the whole pony keg, twisting off the spigot and offered it to her. Seizing it with booth hooves, Rainbow Dash plugged the spigot into her mouth, gulping down the remaining cider in seconds. Once its empty, she flings it across the room, crying out weakly as her belly reaches its absolute limit.
There was a monstrous gurgle from within her bloated belly, prompting more whimpers from Dash.
"Aw fuckin'...BUUUURRRAAAAAAP!"
The massive belch leaves Dash panting and whimpering, cradling her swollen tummy in her hooves.
 
"So, you're done now?" You ask while rubbing her tummy.
"Mmhm..."
"And you think you'll get the pudge you want from all this?"
"Mm-urp-hmmm."
That about settles it, you think to yourself. Grunting, you pick up the porked pegasus as carefully as you can and carry her off to bed.