>"A-Anonymous, I've had just about enough of this!"
>The plump, curvy marshmallow pony fights against her bindings, but as with previous attempts, it is in vain.
"Aw, really? I thought you liked my nachos and cheese."
>"Maybe the first time, but now it's getting ridiculous!"
>That wasn't something you wanted to hear.
"Maybe you're tired of them, but your tummy isn't. Why don't we ask it?"
>The fashionista writhes as you kneel down next to the bed she's tied to, putting your ear on her stomach.
"What do you think of my nachos, Rarity's belly?"
>There was silence.
>Rarity rolls her eyes.
>"I didn't expect you to actually-"
"Shh!"
>You keep your ear stationary for a moment, then smile as you're met with a loud rumble.
>You hadn't fed Rarity yet today, so it was exactly what you were expecting.
"Oh, so you DO like my nachos?"
>It grumbled in response.
"Okay! Nachos it is!"
>You stand up and grab the nearby plate of cheesy nachos, Rarity struggling in her bindings as you do so.
>Seeing her so desperate only made things better.
>"A-anon, stop! Just let me g-rrfh!"
>She was silenced as you stuffed more nachos into her mouth.
>She tried to spit them out, but you grabbed her mouth and forced it shut before making her swallow them.
>Soon enough, she'd have a nice layer of chub to her already beautiful body.
>"Why? Why are you doing this, Anonymous?" she asked, fear in her eyes.
"Because you need some meat on those bones, Rarity."
>"I don't need 'meat', Anonymous! You're making me fat! I-"
>Before she could try to say anything more, you forced more nachos into her mouth, the pristine pony once more struggling with the ropes tied to the bedposts.
>"Mrfrmm!" she said behind a mouthful of nachos.
>This time, she was able to spit out a mouthful, the partially chewed food landing on the ground with a splat.
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that."
>"W-why?"
>The amount of fear on her face excites you.
>You bring out a cloth gag from a nearby dresser, and show it to her.
>"W-what are you doing with that?"
>You walk back to her, grabbing another handful of nachos.
>With one swift movement, you stuff the nachos into her mouth again, then quickly wrap the gag around her mouth, tying it behind her head.
>That would prevent her from spitting out food.
"Now, be a good little pony and eat up."
>"Prph!"
>She thrashed about, but the ropes held her firmly in place.
>She tired herself out in a minute, panting as much as she could with a gag in her mouth.
>You moved over to her belly, chuckling softly.
>Getting back down on your knees, you place your ear on her belly and listen again.
>You're met with the sounds of digesting food.
"A happy belly is a happy pony," you tell her, standing back up and patting her growing tummy.