"ahhhh-hhaaaaaa"

Bug letting out a long well-rested yawn, as she stirred from her slumber, only to find herself sprawled out on the floor of her living room in an ungainly heap. The groggy mare shuffling slightly as she relaxed in her reclined position, making no real effort to move, aside from a few faint fidgets to make sure she was comfortable upon the well-cushioned carpet. A satisfied smile sneaking onto the engorged equine’s snout as she fondly recalled the filling indulgences of the previous evening’s festivities, even if the nagging tinge of a hangover was trying its best to let her know that she might have overdone it.

Bug’s hoof curiously caressing the soft sphere of her paunchy potbelly, as she took in the aftermath of a night of diligent digestion. Her processed passengers seeming to have mostly melted, leaving just a sloshing slurry of assorted nutrients to help further fill out the grey glutton’s already pudgy plot. A slow stroke from the dour devourer’s frog enough to tell her the calorie-rich curry pushing through her plumbing had added a fresh layer of buttery fat on her flanks. The flab adding nicely to her figure, as the mare easily metabolized the pulped proteins, accentuating her more ample assets with an attractive layer of bubbly blubber.

Bug’s groping grip rolling over her round rump, as she just took in what the most recent guests in her gut had generously gifted to her jubbly glutes. The dour devourer clearly pleased with the marbled metamorphosis that had occurred during her food coma, as a few prods to her portly posterior was more than enough to inform the slate snarfer that her bodacious body had bumped up a dress size or two after her massive birthday banquet. The drowsy equine just exploring the enhancements to her chubby cladding with a lethargic collection of tender touches, that caused her feminine frame to gently jiggle with each tracing tap of her scrutinizing hoof tip upon her tubby tummy.

The sleepy stupor lingering, leaving the bloated Bug slowly smacking her lips, as the tart aftertaste of her filling feast and cider mixed on her parched palate. A shallow belch renewing this fermented flavour, as the tang of marinated meat and booze tickled over Bug’s tastebuds with a spicy tingle. The earth pony savouring the mouth-watering taste of the gastric gust, as she detected the hints of a few of her friends turned food on the waft of wet wind. Bug glancing at the collection of stray party hats surrounding her, as she attempted to gauge exactly how much chevaline she had consumed during the celebrations.

The mare unsure of exactly how many equine she had eaten, but based on the way her belly was bulging she wanted to say at least half a dozen. A few strong swallows usually all it would take to tuck somepony away, as the well-practised predator was rather proficient at partaking in pony prey. A couple of drinks just bolstering her normal confidence, leaving just a couple of glugging chugs to reduce those who caught the attention of her appetite to just a twitching lump of lunchmeat squirming in her barrel. Of course, the moving mass in her misshapen midriff soon stilled as her snacks succumbed to the smothering stomach sleeve, leaving Bug’s body the task of breaking down and condensing the sizable servings of sustenance into a more uniform soup. The creamy chyme brewing within the churning chamber a fizzing conglomeration of all the partygoers Bug managed to snarf during the shindig, though at this point they were looking a little bit more liquid than they had before their peristaltic trip down a tight throat. Based on the mess quite a few ponies had taken the palpitating plunge to becoming a prominent protrusion oozing down Bug’s oesophagus, before coming to a short stop in her middle. Bug just lying there for a moment, nursing her food baby, before she took a deep breath and checked to see if anyone had survived her insatiable cravings.

“The party’s over, it’s time for you to get out…” Bellowed Bug, in the off chance someone had not spent the night stewing in her stomach. As expected though, no one answered the call for them to vacate the premises, leaving Bug to pat her distended midriff, safe in the knowledge that her capacity to handle a massive meal had not diminished since the last time the date of her birth had rolled around, based on the distinct lack of attendees the morning after. Bug just letting out a smug sigh, as she knew the only thing she had left to deal with, was the dense weight of the reconstituted stragglers slowly seeping towards her back exit…


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After a night of fun and excessive drinking, Bug awakens the day after her birthday party to find herself nursing a rather noticeable food baby. On the plus side at least her guests went to a better place... as extra padding on her plot.

An image I got as a birthday present from Change ( https://twitter.com/ChangeL53280072 ). I was not expecting to receive anything from them, and I liked the image so much I decided to write a lemon to go with it :)

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