“I wonder what a pony has to eat in order to get a porcine figure like that?”

The words causing Bug’s ears to spring up, as she instantly knew someone was pointing fun at her buttery body. The statement instantly annoying Bug, as when she had popped down to Ponyville hospital to pick up a prescription, she had not expected to be subjected to a snide remark from one of the members of staff regarding her pudgy posterior. The head nurse muttering something derogatory about the grey glutton’s weight as she passed, causing Bug to pause as the sheer cheek of the contemptuous cow took the monochrome mare off guard. The dour devourer not coming here to have some high-strung bitch poke fun at the doughy derrière, as the predatory pony was rather proud of the soft curves her prey padded plot. In her mind the fat on her flanks was a paunchy perfection, causing her to instantly take offence, though the slate snarfer knew better than to start a scene in the waiting room with so many ponies watching.

The mardy mare trying to remain tactful, as the offhand comment from the scoffing shrew was not worth a rise from her. Bug just biding her time, as with a peeved grumble she reminded herself to have an appointment with the uptight nurse later that day, who probably smugly thought she had been out of earshot. The grey glutton not taking kindly to being condescendingly berated, and she was more than happy to answer the foolish question regarding what she had been snacking on with a few strong swallows. The short scuffling in the examination room swift and satisfying, and with a final audible gulp, Bug ended the altercation with a moist belch and a full belly.

The element of surprise making it all rather easy, and with a couple of rolling gulps, Nurse Neightingale had smoothly glided into the waiting gut with a shuddering squirm. The arrogant nurse going down smoothly, though her bland flavour had left much to be desired for the engorged equine who had eaten her. The off tang of antiseptic gel tainting the natural taste of the medical mare, who had been effortlessly relegated to a writhing bulge in Bug’s belly. The boisterous bump bucking about with a few confused convulsions, though these fluttering fumbles were easily contained with a cradling hoof. Bug well used to a lively lunch, and the nurse’s jittering was far from the most spirited struggles the experienced equine eater had been forced to endure from an opinionated meal of mewling mare meat.

The safely stowed chevaline curled up in her stomach giving a few spasming shudders, though it only took Bug a few well-placed prods to force her into a compliant fetal position within the churning embrace of her gastric chamber. The misshapen mass in her distended midriff wriggling weakly against her firm frogs, as Bug professionally handled her filling feast of female flesh with her normal firm forcefulness. A few more sated burps following, as Bug bled the stale atmosphere from her gut in a steady sequence of spittle-laced eructations. The moody mare just going through the motions, as her diligent digestive system geared up to process yet another pony-sized partaking of nutritious protein. Bug rather blasé about the mound of lunchmeat marinating in her midsection, as soon the stifled whining of her tucked away treat’s tummy tantrum would pass, leaving just the gentle gurgles of a stuffed gut kneading away.

Because of this, Bug barely batted an eye, when with one of the more bassy bolks birthed the nurse’s cap like a saliva-soaked comet. The bunched-up ball that was the drool-drenched garment striking the floor with a soggy splat, as the momentum of the gastric gust had been sufficient to propel it a good 3 feet. Bug smacking her lips, as she mulled her sizable supper’s aftertaste upon her palate, seemingly unbothered about the loose article of clothing that had slithered off the trembling indulgence she had ingested. The grey glutton instead more bothered about how long she would have to wait for the substantial and suspiciously shaped swell in her stomach to shrink sufficiently for her to slip out unnoticed. The prominent protrusion currently leaving the mare with an ungainly waddle, though soon enough the rude nurse would be little more than a manageable potbelly, as Bug’s bowels converted her into a calorie-rich chyme. Bug just slowly stroking the sloshing sphere beneath her, and let out another shallow but content gurk, as her practised biology set to work breaking down banquet bloating her barrel…..

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During a visit to Ponyville Hospital, Bug received some crass comments about the enticing blubber on her buttery buttocks. The head nurse's rude words miffing the mardy mare, and when it came to the predatory pony, all it would take was a few confident chugs for her to add the snide bitch to the round rump she had been ridiculing...

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