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PART 5

“Hey Pinkie?” Tip Top called into the staff room. “We got a customer waiting. I know you’re on break, but I got my hands full back here. Can you do it for me?"

Pinkie Pie stepped out of the room, stuffing the last of her fries into her mouth. “Sure thing!” Pinkie replied as she chewed, “I just finished anyway.” She grabbed her apron and tied it around her plump waist. She had been gaining quite a bit of weight lately, so much so that she had already outgrown two uniforms. Even then, she had a feeling deep in her gut that she still had room to grow. But for now, she was thankful her new uniform was a perfect fit.

“Thanks. I owe you one.” Tip Top said as she scrubbed the greasy plates clean. “And good luck out there. Judging from the size of that girl, it’s gonna be one heck of an order.”

With her notebook in hand, Pinkie scoffed. “Come on. I’ve dealt with all kinds of customers. Mean ones, crazy ones, fat ones. How hard can this one order be?”

She makes her way up to the counter with a greeting smile. “Hello! How can I… yi… yi…” Pinkie stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw who was waiting.

If Pinkie Pie was fat, then Applejack was as big as a house. The cowgirl pressed her massively soft belly against the counter while her heaving breasts touched down on the smooth surface. She was breathing heavily as if she just ran a lap around the block. But with her thick legs having to carry her wide backside, it’d be surprising if she could even walk down the street without taking a break.

“Hey, Pinkie.” Applejack smiled with her chubby cheeks.

“Hi, Applejack.” Pinkie laughed nervously, “I forgot you still had that whole eating contest thing.”

“Eeyup. Next week at the Summer Festival.” She seemed to talk with a slower drawl. It grew more noticeable the more she talked. “I still gotta get ready. So get me five of those triple-stacks, three large fries, and an extra-large cola with no ice.”

Pinkie didn’t know how to respond. She’d hate to be a party-pooper and ruin her friend’s fun, but this was becoming a little scary. “Um, Applejack?”

“Oh, yeah. And can I get it for here? There's no way I’m walkin’ back home right now,” Applejack chuckled.

“Are you sure you don’t have a problem? Because I think you’re getting a teensy, tiny bit too big.”

Applejack stammered from the sudden remark. “Too big?”

“Well, not super big, per se. But you have been eating a lot so…”

“So what if I am?” Applejack huffed back. “I got a lot at stake here. Do you know what’s like for an Apple to lose a pie-eating contest to someone who just makes frilly dresses? I ain’t lettin’ that happen again.”

“But you’re already fatter than Rari- “

“Just gimme the durn food, Pinkie Pie!”

Taken aback by the burst of anger, Pinkie just replied with a nervous smile. “Would that be cash or credit?”