“Twilight! It’s so good to see you again!” Minuette embraced Twilight in a big hug.
 
“It’s great to see you again, uh… C-Colgate?” Twilight gave an awkward grin.
 
Minuette’s eyes shot wide open at the sound of that name. She pushed herself backwards and gave Twilight a concerned look. “Oh, I’m sorry Twilight. It’s been so long, but my name isn’t Colgate. I mean, n-not anymore. I had it legally changed due to some…corporate conflicts.”
 
>one year ago
 
Colgate was on her usual walk around the city during her vacation time. She met up with her friends at a table outside for some tea. They laughed and were having a good time as always.
 
“Oh, Colgate, you’re so funny!” Twinkle Shine snickered to herself.
 
“Hey, Colgate,” Lemon Heart said, “I know this may be a stupid question, but has anyone ever thought you were the mascot for the Colgate toothpaste company?”
 
Colgate laughed. “Of course not. But it sure would be funny, though. Heck, maybe they should start paying me for having their product as my name!”
 
“Well, me and Lemon Heart actually use Colgate just because it’s your name.”
 
“Awww, that’s sweet you two.” The three mares got into a group hug.
 
A colt sitting just next to the three mares at another table snarled and glared at the blue mare, then got up and marched off.
 
Later in the evening Colgate was just walking home down one of the alleyways, humming a cheery tune.
 
Out of the shadows a hoof came over her mouth with a handkerchief. She gasped and sucked in the weird smelling cloth while giving out a muffled scream. She kicked and struggled, but soon she felt dizzy and lightheaded, then she felt numb and soon blacked out.
 
Colgate woke up to a headache and a bad taste in her mouth. She tried to rub her head but her hooves were chained to the ground. Panicking, she yanked and wiggled with no progress. The room was dark and cold, there was a low hum that had her think she was in some sort of building. Without warning bright lights flooded the room.
 
Colgate was in the center of a large plain white room, and heavy double automatic doors, and a big wide tinted window looking down at her.
 
“Hello! Can somepony explain what’s going on?” Colgate shouted at the tinted window. Her only response was her own echoes.
 
A sound came to her ears, the sound of moving machines. Out from the floor, a small door opened, and up came a weird metal thing that looked like one of those tubes used to squeeze out frosting. As soon as it started moving towards her did she start panicking again, pulling at her cuffed hooves. She turned her head away, but some sort of head rest machine lowered from the ceiling and had her face look forward.
 
“Help! Help, somepony! Please! I gah—mmmph!!!”
 
The tube made its way into Colgate’s mouth and pushed on until her jaws were spread wide. Next thing she knew her mouth was being filled with a thick liquid with a strong flavor that sent chills down her spine. It was a strong mint flavor, which she soon realized that it was toothpaste she was guzzling down. She struggled hopelessly once more while her cheeks inflated with the minty paste filling her. No matter what she did she was stuck in place, forced to down the teeth cleaning paste.
 
She whined and cried out as much as she could with a throat full of paste. After about five minutes she felt absolutely stuffed and sickened. However, the stuff kept pouring down her poor throat and filled her already packed tummy. Soon it felt like her belly was sagging down from the weight of all the toothpaste, but she would be shocked to find her suspicions to be true.
 
She felt the bulge of her belly tickle her legs and slowly push against them as it expanded. Unable to move her hooves she had no way to give her belly more room, and her hooves began to sink deeper into the mound of fat that her stomach was becoming. Colgate winced as she felt tighter and tighter around the gut.
 
There was so much pressure on her hooves now, she put all her strength in stopping her limbs from breaking in half. However, at that point she could see the mass of her fat spouting out between her legs. It wasn’t long until she felt more pressure on the middle of her belly, but she suddenly realized that her belly had hit the floor at that point, and slowly started to lift her off the group. But with her hooves still held firmly to the floor, the girth only made the stress on her limbs even more unbearable. Colgate cried out in pain, feeling that her legs would break or snap at any moment now.
 
As if an angle had answered her prayers, the machine stopped stuffing her, and the locks around Colgate’s hooves released; her limbs flinging out from the depths of her mold and rested just on the surface of her massive stomach. She panted and heaved, drool dripped down her lower lip, and her face was blushed red.
 
The double doors opened and a couple ponies in scrubs and masks over their muzzles came in. At first Colgate felt relief, and gurgled to try and communicate with them. But the ponies completely ignored her and were doing something out of her sight. The machine over her mouth pulled out and went back into the floor.
 
Colgate smacked her lips and spit out what toothpaste she could. Her ears flickered to the sound of the low humming of moving machines. Colgate tried wobbling herself to see what was going on, but failed. However she could see her reflection through the tinted window and she saw behind her the two ponies waving their hooves down towards her, like they were directing something— “NO!”
 
Colgate saw a larger tube lower from the ceiling with a huge tank filled with white toothpaste attached behind it. And the two ponies were directing the machine towards her behind.
 
Colgate squirmed, kicked, shook, anything to try and escape the inevitable. Her eyes grew wild and craze as she saw the tube move ever closer to her plot, her tail flicked back and forth madly.
 
The metal tube pushed past her soft cheeks and entered her back hole. Colgate howled as she felt violated, and grunted as a flood of cool toothpaste flooded her insides from the back. A chill ran up her spine, and she broke out in a sweat as she winced at the filling. The tube was twice as big as the one that stuffed her mouth, which meant she'd be double stuffed this time, and the side effects came quicker to her.
 
She felt her plot inflate almost like balloons, but the rush also ran through her back and to her limbs, which she noticed soon felt heavier and thicker in diameter. She was simply expanding in all areas, and it terrified her to no end. Before she knew it she felt her neck form into just a mass of fatty putty, and her face grew chubbier, especially her cheeks that puffed up so much to where her lips were being mushed together to make speech nothing more than just, “Mmph, mph, mmmmm!”
 
The worst part was how her breast had been filling up by toothpaste, too. Her teats expanded faster than any other part of her, they grew like water balloons, and pushed their way out to freedom between her massive belly and huge ass. They were extremely soar and sensitive the bigger they grew, and it wasn’t long until they started leaking profusely with minty toothpaste milk; unfortunately her breasts grew faster than her tits could leak.
 
Just as Colgate was thinking it could not get worse, another machine came out of the ground behind her, and one of the ponies manually moved into position and slid the second tube right into her marehood, and started pumping even more toothpaste.
 
At that point Colgate had no limbs, they were all sunk into the rolls of flab, only the tips of her hooves wiggled in their prison. Her belly now lifted the rest of her body three feet off the ground. Sweat dripped from ever inch and every roll of fat on her body. A pool had formed around her, and with her minty breast milk leaking from behind, the combination made an awful smell that she swore was worse than drinking orang juice after brushing her teeth.
 
An alarm went off, and more ponies came running in and making a circle around Colgate. A Stallion in a suit walked up to the big mare whose face was now five feet in the air and her chest spewed out at least three feet in front of her. Colgate tried to look down at the stallion, her face so bloated and red in the cheeks that she couldn’t make out any facial expressions of plead or cry for mercy.
 
The stallion waved his hoof and smirked at Colgate. From the ceiling came another tube with a toothpaste container attached to the back. Colgate’s eyes almost went completely white as her iris and pupils shrunk to the size of a pin. The tube moved towards Colgate’s drool infested lips as the mare had no power to even move her head away. All she could do was watch in horror as the tube past her libs and began to fill her from all three holes she possessed.
 
>The next day
 
Mr. Paste was enjoying his morning with a good cup of coffee while he looked over his sales report and other business reports. It was a calm and quiet morning that made him smile.
 
Being the CEO of Colgate toothpaste may not be the most interesting job, but it paid good, and he was a great success in the business area of the economy. What more could he ask for?
 
The doors to his office burst open, and his assistant ran in. “Mr. Paste! There is a massive problem you must see!”
 
Choking down his coffee, Mr. Paste asked, “What is it Maple Leaf! What’s happened?”
 
Maple Leaf scratched the back of her head. “See for yourself.” She pointed towards his windows that were blocked by the shades.
 
Hesitant, Mr. Paste pulled the shade up, and immediately jumped back in shock. In front of him was not the beautiful view of the city he was used to seeing, but an ocean of blue sweat soaked fur. Flabs over lapped themselves, and even scarier were the world’s largest hourglasses he ever saw. Between the two cheeks was a massive… toothpaste tube?
 
White paste dripped down the sides of the crack. A closer look at the tube showed it was a Crest toothpaste bottle. Finally, Mr. Paste looked eye to eye with the barely recognizable face of the mare who owned the body. What little he could see he could recognize as the expression of pure misery and helplessness. Around her fourth or fifth chin was a large note addressed to him.
 
>How do you like your mascot now? Asswipe!
 
There were a lot of things running through his mind at the point, but what frightened him the most was that he could see her face, and he was on the eighteenth floor!