>Be Anon, the Impossible Part-Time worker
>You now hold down more jobs than theoretically possible for one man
>One of those jobs is assistant baker at Sugarcube Corner
>Pinkie was delighted to find out you'd be working with her
>Day in, day out, the two of you help the Cakes prepare some of the finest alliterative pastries and candies in Ponyville
>Ponka has even considered naming a treat after you, once she figures out the proper alliterative ingredients (Apple? Apricot? Asparagus?)
>One day, at the end of your shift...
"It's about time for me to head home, Pinkie. See you tomorrow?"
>"Of course, Nonny~! I just gotta take care of this extra batch of cookie dough, then I'll close up!"
"Sure think, Pinkie. See ya later!"
 
>About twenty minutes later, you make it to your modest house on the other side of town...
>...Only to find you forgot your key
>Damn it, you must have left it at work
>Grumbling, you make your way across Ponyville again, the streets devoid of ponies
>The setting sun casts ominous shadows as you approach Sugarcube Corner
>The bell rings as you open the door
>Nopony's home...
"Hey Pinkie, I left my house key here, you still in?
>You hear a groan from the kitchen
"Pinkie?"
>As you head into the kitchen, your jaw drops
>"Oh...Hey, nnf, Nonny..."
>You find Ponka on the floor, her back against the counter
>Between her legs is a gurgling, swollen tummy
"Pinkie...What did you do?"
>"Well, there was a lotta cookie dough, and I couldn't fit it all in the back so I *URP!*...well, you know..."
>Sighing, you sit down next to her, resting a hand on her tummy
>"Hey Nonny, could you take me to my bed? I..uh...I can't get up."
>With another sigh, you pick up the porked Ponk and carry her upstairs
>You let her down gently onto her bed
"Okay Pinkie, I gotta go..."
>"No no, wait..."
>She grabs your hand
>"Could you rub my tummy? I'm feeling a bit yucky right now..."
>You weigh your options...
>On one hand, it's late, and you really should be getting home
>On the other, there is a pink pony with a big, achy belly begging for rubs
>You go with the bellyrubs
>Gently, you press your hand into her stuffed tummy, slowly rubbings circles into her gut
>"Ohohoh yeaaah~..."
>Her belly feels warm and soft under your hands, yet firm from the bloated stomach within
>"Ahaaah...Thank you...Nonny~..."
>As you rub her belly, Pinkie curls up, her hooves cradling her dough-swollen gut
>Soon, she's lulled to sleep by your soothing tummyrubs
>Satisfied, you leave her there, pulling a blanket over the sleepy, stuffed pony
"See you tomorrow, Pinkie."
>At that, you close the door, fetch your key and start making your way back home