Simple WG of Octavia indulging in her secret love of gorging herself on huge amounts of sweets.

Octavia checked the front door. Locked. Good. That meant that Lyra wouldn’t stumble in without her hearing the key.

She checked the pantry. Good. Fully stocked and ready to go.

She checked the best thing last: her scale. Lyra sometimes used it when she started on a new diet kick, but Tavi had bought it for one thing and for one thing only: to see how much she’d gained after each one of her binges. She didn’t want to be fat, necessarily, but something about nearly doubling her weight through food turned her on more than anything else in the world.

A tub of sweets sat on the floor. It must have weight nearly as much as she did. She’d spent a month’s worth of saved salary on this - and it was going to be all worth it. She eyed it for a moment…and then she dumped the pile of sweets on the table, and got to work.

Octavia started with the taffy first. She moaned, almost orgasmically, as she chewed the soft, tangy candy. She swallowed the first one and patted her belly, smiling softly to herself. By the last taffy, she already felt a bit full - but she was more than ready to keep going.

Next came the jellybeans. And the candy corn. Octavia showed absolutely no subtlety or grace here, happy just to stuff her face with as much sweet candy as could fill her hooves. Right hoof: candy corn. Left hoof: jellybeans. Chew, chew, swallow. Another gulp. Another gulp. Breathe. She stuffed herself full of pounds and pounds of each until she felt sick, but still she ate on.

By the time she stopped to take a swig of water, she already had a slight paunch. She giggled to herself as she pressed down with a hoof, loving the tightness of her full belly. There was still more to come, though, and Tavi had never backed down from a challenge like this.

On and on she ate: licorice sliding down her throat, peanut-butter-chocolate fudge sticking to her cheeks and chest alike. She made her way through all types of cookies - chocolate chip, sugar, caramel-coated - and when she ran out of those, she resorted to shoveling a full gallon of ice cream down her throat. A lesser pony might’ve gotten brain freeze, but all Octavia cared to notice was the way her belly was filling out in front of her, her legs being forced apart as her distended stomach draped down further and further toward the floor.

She groaned as she reached the bottom of the ice-cream tub and leaned back in her chair. The tub, forgotten, sat on top of her rounded tummy, her massive stomach more than full and wide enough to support it. Her hooves reached out in front of her and, on reflex, started to knead her fat, tight belly like dough. She let out a soft grunt and then - without an ounce of self control - a long, low burp.

Tavi could feel the gases rushing out of her throat, could feel her belly churning with fat and sugar and yet more hunger than could possibly be sated. She smiled to herself and patted her the stomach, loving the way her hoof bounced off of it. She was huge. She was full. And she was still ready to eat. She wiped away a dripping trail of ice cream from her cheek, ignoring the lines of sugar and cream still sticky on her belly and hooves, and slowly shifted over to see the final pile of sweets.

Chocolate. Gorgeous, beautiful, chocolate.

Octavia tore through it like a madpony. She scarfed down chocolate bar after chocolate bar, scrounging and licking through every wrapper like a giant, fat pig, searching for any last scrape of chocolate that she could swallow before tossing it aside with the rest. She smeared chocolate across her face as she gorged herself, groaning with happiness as she felt her belly swelling and pushing down, and down, and down.

At long last, she reached the final chocolate bar. With a sudden, quiet reverence, she unwrapped it and carefully placed the plastic on the table. She held the chocolate up to the light, feeling its warmth on one sticky hoof as she rubbed her soft, happily gurgling belly with the other.

She ate it in a single bite, and her chair collapsed beneath her.

Octavia hit the floor less like a pony than a sponge, her fat round flesh absorbing most of the impact. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and smiling in spite of herself. There was no chance that Lyra wouldn’t find herself like this, and with her massive, doubtlessly hundred-plus-pound belly weighing her down, there was almost no way she’d be able to weigh herself or even move to her bedroom to sleep it off. She doubted she’d even be able to walk this much weight off. But she’d finished the whole tub, and that was more than enough for her.

Slowly, her eyes closed, her full, gurgling tummy lulling her to sleep.