It was difficult, but she did it. Claire was six feet off the ground in her kitchen, suspended by three wires that looped under her belly from the ceiling. The real difficult part was fitting the three industrial size tanker tubes into her bellybutton. The tubes all linked up to a massive tank filled with pink frosting.
 
Claire bit her lip as the tanker started up. She knew exactly what she was doing, which didn’t necessarily mean what she was doing was good. But she’d be damned if she passed up the potential ecstasy from this experiment.
 
The tubes jerked and wiggled slightly as frosting was beginning to pour through them from the tank. Claire’s back legs kicked in anticipation, and her heart was pounding; the expression she held was nerve wrecked; a strained smile and beaded face all told that she was ready for what was coming. Little moans and whimpers already were escaping her lips as the frosting was nearing her, the wiggling and air pressure tickled her inner bellybutton.
 
Claire gave a full fledged moan once her bellybutton was assaulted by the thick, creamy,  icing. With the force of not one but three tubes worth of the frosting pushing its way through her it was no surprise to Claire when she experienced a sudden bloated feeling increase in her stomach over the passing seconds. The feeling of her expanding barrel sent shivers all across her body.
 
*pant* *pant*
 
“Ooooooow.” Claire cooed. Her middle pressed deeper in and around the wires that held her up. Already she heard and felt her belly churn with all the sugary icing filled up inside her. Claire tilted her head back. The tank was barely a quarter empty, yet her gut spelt over and in between the wires by a couple inches. It excited Claire, and only made her more flustered with ecstasy.
 
*Sluuuurp*  *Gloorp*
 
The frosting managed to find more room within Claire’s body, pushing the walls of her barrel out in massive proportions. She could hug her doughy sides that bulged out between wires and squish them back in, causing some frosting to squirt back out her bellybutton with a fart-like sound. Claire blushed, but was worried that she might dislodge the tubes from her belly. However, as her stomach enlarged, it also grew downwards and hung lower with weight. The wires were more spaced between from the expanding middle, and stretched their length out by the growing mare.
 
The wires whined as her load increased. Her belly folds around the wires deepened. She brushed her hoof over the lumps that met each other over the wire, then she dug her hoof into the gorge of flesh and felt the sensation of her belly growing and expanding around her hoof.
 
Sweat trickled down Claire’s face. Her pants intensified as the burden of her belly escalated, growing bigger than her baking oven, passing her chest and pressing into her hind legs; her ballooning gut raised her whole legs up and positioned her body in a fashion that was similar to resting on a large beanbag chair.
 
Claire reached her forelegs out to their max length and sunk them into her ginormous belly bed. She did the same with her back legs, squeezing down on her fattened body. As she grew more, so did her heat. Her tail flickered and twitched vigorously. Her flanks tensed for a few seconds before relaxing and jiggling. Her body muscles tensed and loosened along the same pattern as her inhales and exhales. Each breath took longer as her belly reached new sizes and fell ever so closer to the floor. Claire’s tongue lopped out as her panting increased.
 
“Ah” *pant* “Ah” *pant* “Ah!”
 
Every part of Claire twitched from a sudden feeling of great sensation.
 
The tank was now passing halfway empty. Claire’s belly was a monster of a gut that shouldn’t even be possible for a pony to posses. Most of the tubes’ length were on the floor. Frosting now trickled steadily out, dripping and oozing off the heads of the tubes still firmly fit in the plump walls of Claire’s bellybutton.
 
She could hear the wires starting to strain, it was a blissful sound to her ears, and one that made her moan out in satisfaction. Her mind was drowned in the pleasure that was her heavy body sinking lower like she was in quicksand.
 
Claire was forcefully pulled out of her content state when her ears perked up from the loud, sharp cracking above her. She drew her eyes upwards, but then—
 
*CRACK*
 
“EEEEP—” Claire’s whole body fell, but the drop was short lived thanks to her lengthy belly. It collapsed on the floor with a squish, and spread out across the polished floor. The rest of Claire’s body bounced and jiggled, like a boat on the ocean waves. The motion of her body brought Claire over the edge, at last. She tensed, her legs twitched wildly as she rocked her hips. Her tail rose steadily and dropped like dead weight as soon as she finished. Claire sighed out the breath she was holding. Her face was blushed and warm. Her ear flickered, and her tongue popped in and out her mouth.
 
The tank was nearly empty. It hummed as it tried to eject the remaining frosting through the tubes. The tubes, however, were trapped under the crushing weight of the landmass that was Claire’s belly.
 
“O-oh my,” Claire said, “It’s gonna be a real pickle trying to get myself out of this situation.” She giggled to herself, not an ounce of regret was felt over her beached whale of a body. She gave a good slap on her belly bed and sighed as her body jiggled and massaged her limbs from the soft motion.
 
~~~
 
“Honestly, Rainbow Dash. Going to another bakery isn’t betraying Pinkie Pie in any way. Claire is a dear friend and wonderful client of mine,” Rarity said as she opened the door to the store.
 
“I just never knew you had another baker friend,” Rainbow Dash said.
 
“Well, she’s a client-friend, and I never disclose information about my clients.” Rarity giggled.
 
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes.
 
The two friends walked to the front counter of the store, sweets lined the shelves on the back wall, yet there was nopony in sight.
 
“She must be in the back.” Rarity rang the tiny bell on the counter.
 
“Clairrreeeeeeee,” Rarity said in a singsong voice, “your favorite fashionista is here!”
 
A thunderous stomping was heard throughout the lobby. The two friends stared at the double doors that lead into the bakery kitchen. Through the small circular windows they could see only a cream color suddenly take up the window’s vision.
 
The doors flew open to reveal the baker Claire, who owned a huge plot that outgrew the whole double door. Despite the plumpness of her face and the roundness of her rosy cheeks, Claire’s head seemed small on top of her lardy body that squished between the frames of the door. Her forelegs, proving to be just as thick and plump, were shamefully pressed hard into her floor-rested gut in order for her to even waddle.
 
The two ponies gawked with slack jaws at the mammoth of a mare.
 
“Oh! Rarity. So… glad to see you came over!” Claire’s sentence was strained as she attempted to pull her girthy self out of her doors, succeeding minimally as her belly sluggishly moved. Unfortunately it seemed like her belly was all that would get through. Claire’s massive flanks were only half visible through the door frames, while the other half was hidden behind the walls. Claire, tired and sweating already, groaned as she forced her flanks to squeeze through the tiny door.
 
By some miracle of strength, Claire’s rear slowly filled up the door, moving through and oozing out of the frames like a souffle rising in an oven. Claire ground her teeth and kept her eyes winced shut through the whole process of her ass coming through the doors. Loud groans and creaks could be heard from the pressured frames.
 
From Rarity and Rainbow Dash’s point of view, Claire’s plot was bursting out like Pinkie Pie’s jumbo cakes when she opens the giant door to the oven. Truly, the similarities were uncanny.
 
With a final long groan Claire’s rear burst out the doors, exploding outwards, like a peacock showing off its large tail feathers. Her rear outgrew the rest of her body by half a foot. It sloshed and wobbled like the largest batch of jello ever made.  She waddled over to the counter, her lardy flank squished into the counter-top, the flesh of her cutie mark took up the whole top and slid over the length of the counter. Meanwhile, her other flank was close to grazing the many cakes and sweets that lined the shelves. There was not an inch of Claire that was still. Every slight movement caused a part of her to wobble and jiggle in place, even her chubby cheeks.
 
Claire started to gently rotate her body in order to face the counter and lobby of her shop. Each step caused her mighty form to sway side to side; too large of a step and she would flip herself onto her side. The full length and width of her ass blocked off the whole middle shelf that lay directly behind her. Only the top row was visible to Rarity and Rainbow Dash.
 
Claire’s face was drenched in sweat, the poor thing looked beat, yet she managed to give her friend a warm, yet embarrassed, smile.
 
“Hehe, s-sorry about that,” Claire said in a weary voice.
 
It was at that moment that the two mares noticed the torn and ripped apron around Claire’s middle. While the sides were absolutely torn and ripped by sheer force, the front that covered most of her thick, round chest remained intact. Even the buttons were holding on to the fabric.
 
Rarity remembered when she specially made that apron for Claire. She was sure it would suit her well for quite a long time and withstand her hefty size. Clearly she was proven wrong again, and Claire’s body smugly gloated to the fashionista in its full and exposed mass.
 
“My word, Claire,” the astonished Rarity said, “What has happened to you?”
 
“I, um, may have gotten carried away… a-again.” Claire gave a sheepish laugh as sweat drops continued to fall over her face. “You wouldn’t happen to be able to make a-another apron for me, would you?” Claire bit her lip while keeping her wide smile, though she was tested after one of her buttons flew off her uniform, revealing more of her heavy, bulging chest.