Over at Sugarcube Corner much hustling and bustling had occurred throughout the past week. What with orders piling up and having to look after Pumpkin and Pound cake, Mr. and Mrs. Cake had their hooves quite full. Even Pinkie Pie had a rough juggling between being the Cake’s assistant and her own bubbly-energetic self. But it was finally all coming to a close. The entree to the Manehattan Annual Bakeoff, Princess Celestia’s personal order, and Pound and Pumpkin’s birthday cakes, were all completed at last. All that was left was the contest registration at Manehattan. Busy as the Cakes were, they hadn’t the time to do it sooner. Now packed up and at the train station, they waited on Pinkie, who had asked Rarity to look after the shop, as well as the cakes, while they were away.

“So you sure you’re okay with this Rarity? I know how busy you can be yourself. Maybe I should ask Twilight, or Applejack, or Fluttershy, or even all three of them. Then you four can have a sleep over, and cook s'mores, and tell ghost stories. But nothing too scary, because if you get scared you might get hungry, and if you get hungry you might want some cake, and you can have any cake besides these cakes. But what if you forget and have them anyway-”

“Pinkie, relax,” Rarity placed a calming hoof on Pinkie’s back. “It’s no trouble at all. Applejack is taking care of Sweetie Belle and the other crusaders while Fluttershy is looking after Opalescence. I’m free for the whole day.”

“Well, okay, if you really don’t mind. Just take care of these big, wonderful, delicious cakes. The shop is closed, so no need to let any pony in. Twilight cast a spell to keep them nice and cool until we’re ready to send them out. It’ll also keep ants from getting to them, hehehe. You know, those pesky ants, they have a bit of a sweet tooth.”

“Never fear Pinkie. So long as I’m around, no creature, insect or otherwise, shall touch these.”

“Guard them with your life!”

Face to face and glaring into her deep blue eyes, Rarity was taken aback. It was rare when Pinkie showed her more serious side, meaning this was a task she wanted Rarity’s utmost attention toward. “Eh, sure thing,” she nervously grinned.

Staring at her a few seconds longer, her natural perky disposition returned in the form of a huge smile. “Okey dokey lokey, see you in a week,” as she left the shop, she poked her head back inside. “Remember, with your life.”

She spoke the last line with such innocence it caused Rarity to shiver slightly. Alone at last, she decided to inspect these cakes her friend was so diligent about her protecting. First up were the birthday cakes for the twins. Literally both were a pumpkin and pound cake covered in vanilla frosting and cinnamon dazzled around its entirety. The next was one of the dozens of cakes Celestia ordered. A three layer cake consisting of banana bread, banana cream and banana frosting all with a mountain of whipped cream in the center with a cherry on top. Quite the impressive specimen and only one of the dozens kept in the freezer at the back of the shop. But none compared to the goliath that was the Cake’s entrant into the competition. A massive giant, ten layers stacked one atop of the other, getting wider as it sloped down from the peak to the base. Lavished in a thick coat of strawberry buttercream icing, it featured marvelous designs of roses and thorns, trailing to a luscious pink rose, and within it, two edible clay models of a mare and colt locked in a romantic kiss. The adorableness compelled Rarity to sigh, followed by exercising caution as she got down from a ladder just to see it. All were truly remarkable creations which the Cakes had to be proud of. But yet, there was an inescapable feeling that something was amiss. Analyzing the pastries further, they all possessed the visage of extraordinary pieces of art. Yet their natural tantalizing appeal wore a mask of beauty.

“This can’t be right,” she placed a hoof on her chin. “A cake isn’t a cake if it doesn’t look delicious. What would the twins think, or Celestia, or worse, the judges?”

Curiosity and worry overruling her courteous manners, she took a dab of frosting from the contest cake. Licking it up and savouring the taste, her eyes were blown wide eyed in astonishment. In that simple dab was some of the sweetest, most sugary, most creamy frosting she’d ever have the pleasure to sample. “My word, this is amazing. The Cake’s are sure to win first prize with this.”

Delicious as it were however, the irking sense of its unappetizing countenance did not go well with her. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to give them a little nudge in the right direction, hehehe.”

Wrapped in uncertainty and a wry smile, Rarity’s horn glowed as it prepared. Hovering in thought for a moment, she shot a blast which enveloped the whole cake in a blue aura. Sparkling and glittering momentarily, the aura soon faded, signifying her spell was complete. “There we are. A simple tasty amplifying spell to further woo those fickle judges. Nothing too elaborate I hope...then again,” she eyed the remaining cakes, pondering for a brief moment, “perhaps doing the same to the rest wouldn’t hurt.” Zapping the remaining two, they underwent the same effect as the first. “There, perfection. I am the element of generosity for a reason. Now everypony will enjoy these cakes before they even taste them.”

Taking notice of her work, the spell had certainly done its job. The twin’s cakes in particular were equally good looking, like one of her own dresses. Only in this case they were scrumptious...perhaps a little too scrumptious. After the unrivaled sample she had from the prize winning cake, devious thoughts to sample these two crept their way into her subconscious.

“Rarity, what are you thinking? You don’t need to sample anymore.”

Turning her gaze away momentarily, her eyes jolted back to the two cakes. “I don’t need it...I don’t need it...” Thoughts of the sensational taste immediately began flooding into her mind the longer she looked at them. Oh how the delectable pumpkin taste and vanilla frosting would lavish her mouth in a coat of sweet pleasure. “I definitely don’t need it.” The rapture and grandeur as the weighty feel of the pound cake nestled inside her. “I don’t need it...I don’t need it.” The sweet cinnamon adding to both of their perfect forms. Finishing them off like diamonds, gems, sapphires, or rubies on one of her dresses. Such immaculate concoctions were the perfect creations, unrivaled in taste and presentation.

Covering her mouth with both her hooves, her legs wobbled and eyes trembled as they remained ever fixated on the twin cakes. The words were at the tip of her tongue, but not even all the will she could muster could keep her from swallowing them. “I need it!”

Pouncing on the pumpkin cake, Rarity stuffed her face head on; taking mouthful after exorbitant mouthful. The taste was everything she could ever think of in the few seconds she had casted the spell.Each mound more scrumptious than the last, quickly filling her dainty stomach. Exquisite bread and frosting flew as she munched away, spreading on her face and some of her mane. Though she’d deem a lack of table manners uncouth, she was too occupied in her eating to care.

Once finishing off the pumpkin cake, she moved onto the pound cake. Heftier but ever sweet, it proved no match for her hunger. Demolishing it in little time, she pulled up a chair and licked whatever crumbs and icing she left on the platters. Floating over a cold glass of milk from the kitchen fridge, she sighed in contentment as she cleaned herself off with some paper towels.

“Ooh, that was exquisite,” Rarity moaned as she rubbed her rotund belly; having grown heavy with having eaten two whole cakes. Smiling momentarily, she looked at the two empty platters now sitting on the table. Free of their previous occupants spell, the horror of her impulsive act began to dawn upon her. Squealing and squishing her belly, her breathing quickened its pace. “Oh no, what have I one? Pinkie will be furious!”

Looking to the two remaining cakes on the table, she sighed in slight relief as her gluttonous impulse didn’t destroy them as well. Then, something clicked once more. All the sudden she wasn’t able to stop looking. Celestia’s particular cake looked awfully tantalizing. The banana filling was particularly something she’d grown eager to taste. On top of that, all that whipped cream practically begged for her to quaff it down.

“But, perhaps if I bring Applejack over here tomorrow we could remake them. I certainly remember what was in those last two.”

They had been simply too good for her to forget, and without a doubt in her mind, her pristine attention to detail marked every ingredient down to the correct measurement of vanilla for the bread. Grunting off the chair and waddling over to the kitchen cupboards, she took from them a knife, a fork , and a small plate. If she was going to go through the rest of these cakes she’d do it like a proper lady. With a few minor exceptions such as the abundant-plentiful portions she’d cut out.

Her belly tenderly squelching as she sat back on the chair, she took large portions of cake from her fork and stuffed them in her mouth. Pleasurable moans escaped her at the taste of moist banana cream filling and icing dazzling her taste buds. The euphoria caused her to melt deeper into her chair; eating more cake with her right hoof as her left rubbed and squished her plump distended belly. It’d be nice for the twin’s cakes to have more company, along with more milk. The addition of three full glasses caused it to glorp and squelch slightly as she giggled in bliss. When she didn’t moan, she sighed in content; feeling increasingly heavier the more she ate. But it felt good. A more curvaceous figure started to form on her as she reached the cakes completion, along with her hips growing wider to catch up with her expanding belly.

Removing the plate from atop of her belly, she ate what crumbs might’ve sat on it before producing an unladylike belch. “Oh, pardon me,” she cooed with a hoof to her mouth. “My my, Rarity darling, you’ve put on quite a bit of weight.”

Giving and lustfully looking at her corpulent stomach, she dug her arms beneath it; lifting it up and feeling the weight in her hooves. They squished deep into it, as well as the front portion of her belly folding over her forelegs. The heft compelled her to gently wobble it, sloshing as she moaned in bliss as all her milk and cake bounced within her. “Its just so soft and heavy. But we’re not done yet.” She eyed the final cake. As massive as it was, she was determined to show it what for.

“Come my dear,” she tenderly patted her stomach, “it’s time to join your friends.”

Groaning as she slid her chair closer to the titan of sweetness, the squishy marshmallow used her magic to cut the top off first. Disregarding the use for a plate (as her intensifying gluttony compelled her to eat larger portions) she held the layer in her hooves and ate the large rose on top as well as the two kissing edible ponies. Spending their honeymoon in her stomach, the rest of the layer soon followed.

“Mmm, cherry filling with strawberry icing, how interesting.”

Cutting the next layer off the top, she chomped down on it as well. “Chocolate filling with some vanilla. Excellent.”

The pattern continued, with each layer having a different type of filling. The sheer weight of how much she ate called for an upgrade with how much she drank as well; producing each and every gallon of milk the cakes had within their fridge. They were quite numerous considering many ponies came for donuts to have for breakfast or lunch. The massive intake bloated her body to severe proportions. Her back widened to keep up with her belly along with her thighs, causing both sides of her rump to fold over the sides of the chair. The chair’s misery never dawned on Rarity as she was too into her glut and admiring the many different fillings stuffing her chubby cheeks.

By the time she got to the fifth layer, and stuffed it in her mouth, she heard an ominous crack beneath her, then squealed in fright as her massive weight flattened the whole thing. Thankfully she fell flat on her thick, wide, squishy rump instead of on her back; lest she rolled over and all she had glutted upon proceeded to slosh over her. Looking over her sides the best she could, she saw no sign of the broken chair in sight. Realizing what had happened, she shrugged it off and continued eating. Her immense stomach now serving as the perfect table.

Half an hour past as Rarity blithely stuffed her cheeks, often grunting as another pound was added to her body. The voluptuous figure never ceased expanding until after the final slice of cake was swallowed. By then the undulating-glamorous mound of white fur had finally had her fill. Having broken the table as she used it to try and stand up, she wobbled to the countertop which was a more sturdy sort. Resting her back against it she sighed in extreme comfort at being able to relax once more. There was much for her back to rest against, her limbs had plenty of room to stretch, and her belly had more than enough room in front of her to freely flow outward. Soft, plush, and stuffed to the brim with cake and milk, she placed both her hooves on top of it. Kneading it like the mound of dough it was, it gurgled and glorped at her every delicate touch. It was simply too much for one pony alone to admire, but she did her best.

“Well, no need for the cakes to worry their little heads about losing. This cake would most definitely win first prize.” She smacked her stomach. “It might be early in the day, but I better sleep some of this off. I’ll already be receiving enough attention from everypony tomorrow. On the bright side, at least I can design a new fashion line for big beautiful mares.”

Rubbing and squishing her immense bulk, Rarity sighed in bliss once more. “Its a shame its over already...then again.”

Turning her head and looking down the hall she recalled a very significant room. The freezer containing Celestia’s orders, along with any other cakes the Cake’s had planned to sell. Eyes deviously looking at the door, she wobbled her fat belly in her hooves. “Oh Rarity you rogue, enough just isn’t enough for you is it? Well, we’ll just have to see won’t we.” Licking her lips and rolling onto her titanic gut, she pulled herself over to the back room. Eagerly awaiting to subject her body to what seemed like an inexorable cycle of pleasure.

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Vacant of everything sugary and sweet, Sugarcube Corner was everything but. Spread across the front of the store was Mt. Rarity, moaning at having finished off the remaining cakes. Laying flat on her back, she tried relaxing as her stomach digested all she had eaten. Beyond her control her belly constantly sloshed and wobbled as she hiccuped; all the way from the bubbling peak down to her squishy bosom.

“Hic, well Rarity it took forever, hic, but it was worth it. Who would’ve, hic, guessed that all those cakes, hic, would make this hunk of a belly.” She wrapped her hooves around as much fat as she could. “I’ve certainly learned, hic, something today. Dear, hic, Princess Celestia. Your cakes, hic, are delicious, hehe.”

“Hey Rarity, Pumpkin Cake left his pacifier behind so-waaah!”

Unable to see Pinkie’s expression past her belly, the pink pony merely galloped to her friend’s side. The sheer image of horror, it was like she was experiencing Nightmare Night all over again. “Rari-wha-you’re-wha-”

“Pinkie, hic, what a surprise,” Rarity’s belly bubbled as she nervously fluffed her mane. “I thought, hic, you’d be here a week from now.”

“What happened to the cakes!”

“Hic, you really have to ask?”

The immediate realization caused her to gasp in shock. “Rarity, I told you to-”

“Hey, I said no creature or insect would touch these cakes. I on the other hoof am a lady. Besides, they’re perfectly safe inside my belly.”

“This is terrible! The Cake’s trusted me, and I trusted you, and you ate their hard work, and now you’re a giant marshmallow, and-mmff mff mmmff.”

Placing a hoof to Pinkie’s mouth, Rarity’s grin grew wider. “Pinkie dear, hic, don’t fret your pretty little head. I have, hic, it all planed out. Just go get the others and we’ll bake them all again. I would go myself but I’m a bit, hic, occupied, heheh.” She jiggled her body as she giggled.

“But how, only the Cake’s know how they made them. I only helped a little bit.”

“Hohoho, Pinkie, hic. This belly knows, hic, more about those cakes then you could, hic, hope for. Now hop to it, hic, time is of the essence.”

Uncertain if she should leave, Pinkie’s hooves got to kicking as she dashed out the door to round up her friends. It might’ve been better for only her friends to notice her tremendous gain than all of ponyville itself anyway. It was also an excuse to get rid of Pinkie so she could continue to admire her sloshing-wobbling belly. Digging her hooves in it-rubbing, squeezing, and groping every loveable inch. The fantastic feeling of holding such a heavy glorping stomach couldn’t compare. It’d be awhile until she was able to roll onto her stomach and pull herself around again, but watching it quiver at this angle wasn’t something she was going to complain about. Such a thick, curvaceous figure begged to be loved. Doing so until her friends arrived, she couldn’t imagine when the next time she’d enjoy such a glorious glut would be. But when it came, she’ll look back to this moment. And just perhaps, would aim to beat her current record.