Derpy loved the feeling of a warm kitchen, especially at night. It had sort of become a routine now for her to wake up in the middle of the night and go into her pantry to get a snack. Slowly it had evolved from just one or two quick bites to setting out stuff that could account for an entire meal for a small family. It wasn’t until she had cleared two platters of daisy sandwiches that she felt the need to respond to the ‘growing menace’ with far more powerful stopping power. So she did the most obvious thing imaginable to deal with her hunger pangs: magic.
 
Not that she minded the swollen girth she had. A few months along and already looking like a fertile apple family mare in need of an overnight bag to be ready in case she had to make an impromptu trip to the hospital. The baker’s dozen or so foals in her belly already making her seem ready to pop with triplets. So wide, so heavy, so swollen with life that the apron she bothered to wear was tied so loosely she might as well have not bothered wearing it at all. If it were a dress it would have been three sizes too small. As it were, nothing she had really fit her properly anymore. Which was exactly why some late night baking while only wearing tight shorts, an apron, and a pair of her favorite thigh high socks was all she had on.
 
“One scale, two scale… three?” The cross eyed pegasus tried to remember. She had written down the ingredients for the ‘special muffin mix’ that the alchemical baker had given her… but she lost it halfway through the rest of the mail run and didn’t notice till well after sundown. So now she was going off memory. Besides, the nice mare just said that the worst thing getting it wrong could do is make her burps taste like muffins for the next three days. Which didn’t sound bad to her in the least.
 
However, little did the mare know that you needed only three grams of dragonscale, not three entire quills of it. Nor did you need extract of world-tree sap, or a cup of mother’s milk that she herself so graciously provided straight from the tap. The clueless mare however didn’t notice just how extreme the reaction was as she mashed them all together into the dough. The soft puff of blue smoke that sent her hair all about and made her stomach grumble from its smell of vanilla and blueberry just made her move all the faster to get it in the oven.
 
Not an hour later, there they were. Warm and still steaming just right. They came out a little… smaller, than she had hoped. The ingredients were just supposed to make the treats swell a bit larger, and get larger still in your belly to keep you stuffed and fed off far less than usual. Even with the fact that they were wider than her palm, and feeling like they were at least a pound of plump blueberry dough, Derpy couldn’t help but feel a tad… underwhelmed. She had been promised muffins the size of her own head…
 
She just shrugged, then took a bite. Nibbling at the soft muffin top until she felt the gooey pop of a blueberry spurting onto her tongue. Tasting it, sampling its texture, mashing the soft ball of baked good until it was good and sloppy in her mouth. Then she swallowed that mouthful of goodness and felt something strange. A sort of heaviness to it that made it rocket down her throat in record time. Landing in her empty stomach with an almost audible PLOP. Then she shivered.
 
Her entire belly crawling as she felt her stomach digest and squirm. Then suddenly, it swelled. Her breath hitching as she watched her gut, stuffed with foals, begin to bloat. Her long bothered sigh ending with a short chirp of a belch that tasted delicious as she suddenly felt rather tight and a tad more satisfied than before.
 
She looked at her belly, hand rubbing over its grumbling mass as it began to blorp away at her swollen meal, and back at the rest of the muffin in her palm. Then bit back down upon it. The addict of all things muffin wanting more of it as she felt the mixture of moist creamy dough and sugary berries race across her tongue. When she got halfway through, swallowing with almost every bite she took, a sudden trembling took hold of her girth. Her muzzle coming up for air as the curious wiggling was joined by audible burbling that shook her out of her muffin-fueled haze.
 
Not but a moment later, she was moaning as she felt a kick. A BIG kick. She didn’t remember her foals being that strong… or that heavy. It was in that stark moment that she realized her gut had swollen. The massive nubs of movement gently wiggling her belly about as she had almost doubled in size without her realization, and already she could feel it growing tighter as she swooned. Her tits starting to bite at the cusp of her apron’s neckline while the muffin fell from her hand toward the floor.
 
A particularly strong thwump hit her belly, and Derpy wasn’t sure if it was the weighty kick of a foal or the sudden explosive swell of her girth expanding but it almost made her fall over. Her hand reaching for the wall for support as she let her womb hang beneath her. The behemoth of a thing warbling and shaking like a living pendulum made out of a sack of flailing puppies that were only getting larger.
 
Trying to keep her mind in one piece as one eye rolled toward the ceiling and the other kept gazing at her stomach as it was quickly turning her apron into little more than a napkin in comparison to its size. Having swollen at least thrice, no at least FOUR TIMES its former size as she just stood there, leaning over against the wall as she watched all her foals swinging and tossing about beneath her like her womb had suddenly become a playground. Heaving, panting, groaning as she felt a pressure build up in her throat.
 
She burped unceremoniously. Her eyes traveling back to the table as her girth-trembling, cantankerous roar tasted of blueberry muffins and vanilla. The smell of her own expulsion tickling her nose as her belly began to grumble…
 
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