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>The daily special had sold well, running out well before the lunch rush had ended.
>Some even came back to the counter for seconds.
>You were going to have to make those muffins again, maybe even make them a regular item.
>Pinkie was definitely getting a bonus for this recipe.
>Was. Probably not any more.
>You'd never had a blueberry muffin come out of the oven and still be so juicy, the heat usually dried the berries halfway into raisins.
>You couldn't help yourself from eating one fresh out of the oven, despite your old creed of never eating the sale-goods.
>The berries had popped in your teeth, splashing warm syrupy flavor all over your tongue.
>It seemed worth it at the time, but now you're starting to have your doubts.
>You'd been walking home after close, when you're stomach started to grumble.
>You've gotten a little rounder since then.
>Or maybe a lot rounder.
>All you know is you can't move, and half your vision is covered by your massive blue breasts.
>Soon you see Rarity turn the corner and run past, just as blue as yourself, with a growing dark stain at her groin.
>Judging by her new wobbling belly and ass, she's going do be doing a lot less running soon.
>She bumps you, rolling you back and letting you get a look behind you for the first time.
>It turns out you weren’t alone in the street after all.
>That poor mute girl — Vinyl, you think — wasn’t too far away.
>Or at least you think its her, it’s hard to tell. The only thing you recognize are the headphones and glasses.
>You recall with no small shock that she had come back for thirds of the gooey treat, one of a handful to do so.
>The hapless girl is absolutely massive.
>Thick trails of juice run out of her nipples and from her nethers, pooling around the girl.
>Even her belly button is seeping juice, painting a long and glistening trail down her middle.
>Through the blue staining you can make out the faintest hint of a blush on her face.
>Between her swollen cheeks you can see her lip rolling in her teeth, trails of juice leaking from the corners of her lustful smile.
>You watch as she wobbles back and forth rhythmically, sloshing herself around from within.
>At least the girl seems to be… enjoying the situation.
>You’re worried for her, though. You stopped growing a while ago, but the more you watch her slosh the more you’re convinced she’s still swelling.
>You know the trails of juice are thickening, that much is sure.
>How much juice could she possibly hold before she…
>Help had better arrive soon for the poor dearie.
>You can’t help but think of the other girls who ate three; Rainbow Dash, Ditzy Doo, and Sunset Shimmer.
>Hopefully they’re alright.
>A sudden gasped shock leaves your juicy lips as you recall something dreadful.
>Principal Celestia liked he muffin so much she bought a bakers dozen to split with Vice-Principal Luna.
>With how tasty they were you have no doubt the whole box is long gone.
>Your eyes drift back to the terribly bloated girl in front of you.
>She’s still… rocking… on herself, but now each squish and slosh brings a gush of juice pulsing out of her from everywhere she’s leaking.
>Help better get here soon.