“Please stop wriggling Bran,” spat out a seasick Tulip, as her massive stomach swayed below her as the unwitting occupant within writhed. The bespectacled pony’s lips still hurting after they had strained to barely allow the plump Pegasus to pass. Tulip impressed she had managed to ingest her portly friend, the mare now sitting sideways in the stomach of the swollen earth pony.

The Pegasus making an impressive bulge as she was awkwardly folded to fit her new formfitting environment. All of Bran’s features visible as her curves poked out of Tulip's tight tummy in a vague shape of the struggling mare within. Every squirming feature of Bran’s body highlighted under a coat of red fur from her rotund face to her mountainous mammaries that sat squashed between her jack-knifed thighs. The bubbly breasts bulging through the tight skin so that her gumdrop like nipples could be decerned as little lewd lumps rustling under Tulip’s glossy coat.

Bran bucking her hips blindly in the stifling stomach, as the acid already began to nip at her large surface area. The brown mare stewing in the suffocating stomach, her neck craned to her matted chest fluff, leaving her chaffing as she was caressed by the caustic confines constricting around her in a claustrophobic embrace. The mare flailing as the stomach fettered her limbs flush as it began to growl as it geared up to process her into a meaty mush. The strong sack reducing the protests to muffed meeps and a few frantic fidgets as Tulip’s body rerouted blood to her bulging belly to liquidate the hefty haul of quivering flesh that had been rammed into it.

“Just put your head down and slip away, your giving me indigestion” mumbled Tulip before she let out a short moist burp, that returned the taste of her tantalizing treat to her palate. The mare mulling it, as she tried to contain the bumbling bouncing of her unruly passenger. Tulip’s lively lunch thrashing about as even as the walls closed around the clambering Bran to claim its prize. The pudgy Pegasus twitching, as she went into a spasticated spasm, before finally going still leaving a heavy deadweight in Tulip’s midriff.

“Geez……” exhaled Tulip, as the motions echoing within her finally came to a dead stop. Her gut gurgling happily as it set to work processing the package of protein Bran had left into a more workable broth.

“… I don’t know how Bug does it,” she said with a sigh, as the act of taking her buxom friend had left her sweaty and haggard. The mares face flush as strenuously smothering Bran had taken it out of the budding biologist. The sleep coma creeping in as the stuffed mare was unused to a meal of this magnitude, as the equines body prioritised its functions on melting the mass of mare meat within her. Tulip resting her head on her spongy stomach, as soon her head was filled with dreams as she wondered how her flabby friend would pad her assets. The mare not even taking off her glasses before sleep took her, as soon she was snoring as the sluicing slurry below her gurgled.

The mare’s dreams made lucid by the grinding gore within her, as the sound of pony stew slurping through her intestines rumbled out like an engine ticking over. The sound like a draining sink, as little by little the bubbling broth in Tulip’s belly, was syphoned into the bowels so that Bran’s base components could be scanned for sustenance. The earth pony’s villi proficient as the velvety piping processed the pulped protein efficiently and soon the mare was ballooning up as adipose inflated her more fleshy areas.

Tulip awakening and groggily rising to her hooves, her body wobbling slightly as her thicker frame adjusted to its new centre of gravity. The mare’s buttocks jiggling as she looked in the mirror and a look of annoyance crept over her face as she had definitely overdone it. Her buns were more like wedding cakes, the doughy slabs practically resting on her hocks as Tulip got a good look at the end result of Bran’s buffing. The mare’s normally slender middle still swaying as the barrel still contained a lot of ground-up grog that was simmering patiently until it could be sucked into Tulip’s lower tunnels.

The mare aghast as embarrassment crept onto her rosy cheeks. Tulip tracing the rise and fall on her voluminous body, as she seemed to be more like a ball of batter than an equine at this point. Her edges soft and squeezable as her frog felt the excessive additions curiously as based on how much Bug ate this expansion had come as a complete surprise. Her huge hindquarters jostling like jelly, as a single tap sent it rippling, as if a stone had disturbed a silent lake's surface.

Tulip shocked by the weight gain, as she looked at the two water balloons as they slowly settled. The mare knowing that this was just the beginning as there was still a substantial amount of Bran stew sloshing in her stomach, so her growth was still far from over. The sight shocking the biologist, as she had only wanted to enhance her feminine wiles to a small degree, but instead Bran had turned her into a butterball. The end-result a far cry from the big and beautiful image that Bug had painted as instead of becoming Junoesque, Bran had simply rendered Tulip fat, much to her ire. The mare examining her pumped up posterior, before giving a disappointed sigh.

“Why did I listen to Bug….”

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Looks like Tulip Truffle took Bug's advice and ate Bran to improve her curves. Unfortunately for the biologist, it seems that Bug may have understated the calorific gains of eating such a plump pegasus.

Another collab Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ), that was brought on by us pondering the question of what sort of shape Bran would make as a bulge.

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