“Ooh, Lord… I think I… hic… I think I overdid it this time.” Applejack muttered as she breathed in quick and shallow gulps of air, letting out an occasional hiccup or belch from her overly filled gut. “Uhrp… ow.”

Stuffed to the brim with servings upon servings of turkey and ham, potatoes and gravy, fritters and pies… She had eaten more than enough to put a family of four into a food coma. Or in this case, a quarter-ton cowgirl who didn’t know when to call it quits.

“Can’t… hic… move.” Too full and fatigued to even sit herself up, Applejack could only lay on her bed as it creaked and groaned pathetically underneath her hefty weight. For the past half hour, she’s done nothing but try to caress her achingly taut stomach. But it did little to help ease the pain.

She tried keeping her breathing steady, but even a simple act like that was proven difficult for her as she could feel the waistline of her jeans squeeze tightly into her flesh. In fact, she could almost swear it was getting tighter by the minute.

She moaned with great discomfort, still trying to rub the pain away. But it was no use. The bloating still lingered, growing more intense than ever. “Oh, no,” she whined, shutting her eyes and breaking a sweat as she braced herself for the worst. “Here it comes.”

It all happened so quickly, yet it felt like it lasted so long. Her belly swelled up like a balloon, building up immense pressure as it tried to break itself free from the confines that were her pants. Bigger and bigger it grew until finally…

POP

In the blink of an eye, the button of her jeans shot through the air and ricocheted off her bedroom ceiling before noisily landing on the hardwood floor. Meanwhile, her mountainous belly was now freed, bouncing and plopping around before settling onto her lap. “Dang it. Should’ve worn my sweatpants instead.”

Now finally able to sigh with relief, Applejack let her hands fall back as she watched her massively engorged gut gently rise and fall with her breathing. Her stomach was still hurting from the Thanksgiving feast, but at least it wasn’t as painful as before. Plus, she was sure to lose the extra weight after a couple of weeks of yard work.

For now though, she had another problem to deal with. “I oughta ask Rarity to help fix up these pants of mine.”

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Applejack - 535 lbs