@Putinforgod  
I’m in

I can’t help but imagine her swallowing both of those apples whole, at the same time.

@Background Pony #9C3C  
“Don’t bet on it, sugarcube.”

Applejack, what are you doing? You can’t eat all those f—–g apples.

Told ya I can eat all those apples.

dragonstorm can’t draw for shit.

@Putinforgod  
YOU ARE AMAZING

Looks like Applejack could eat all those fuckin’ apples. ~BP

“ah’ ask her to design me a tight dress to match with mah enormous gut, feelin’ her measure tape pressing mah’s skin like if mah body was a gift box. But that’s not gonna happen, nope.”  
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AWWW why not? XD

“Uh, what in tarnation! Oh, it’s you. Howdy partner!  
It looks like yer’ caught me in mah’ special spot of the orchand. Since the West Orchand got filled with those danged Fruit Bats, we stopped harvesting them trees ‘cuz Granny Smith said there was no need to force them to leave, thankfully we still have enough apples trees to feed Ponyville and the adjacents villages for a long time.  
So here ah’ am, one day at week, after finishing mah’ chores, when nobody sees me, ah’ go to this place and start bucking the apple trees. Don’t worry about the vermins sugarcube, ah’ know which apple tree has fruit bats and which not. Ah’ love everythin’ about apples: tha flavor, tha smell, tha color, even tha shape. Oh my Celestia, what ah’ love the most of them is feelin’ them inside of me.  
So that’s what ah’ do, one day a week ah’ gorge on these delicious apples, tastin’ them, flavoring them, feelin’ how they push mah’ stomach tryin’ to make fit the next batch of apples ah’ just swallowed, bloatin’ bah’ belly to the point ah’ look like expectin’ a pair of twins. And my the mercy of Celestia that feels soo good! Sometimes Ah’ feel like ah’ would go to the center of Ponyville only t’ah show off mah’ mighty belly without carin’ what would they say, ah’ even would love to step into the Carousel Boutique and see Rarity’s face when ah’ ask her to design me a tight dress to match with mah enormous gut, feelin’ her measure tape pressing mah’s skin like if mah body was a gift box. But that’s not gonna happen, nope.  
Ah’ can’t let mah’ fantasies get tha best of me and impair mah family image, so after mah generous meal, ah’ got to the barn to make some exercise and lift some of Big Mac’s weights ‘till night and then ah’ got to sleep, premaring mah’ body to another day of tought work.  
Now ah’ told ya about mah’ business, ah got an idea. What about you come here the next week and ah let you help me with these apples? Shucks, pal! Looking at these red apples that were your cheeks ah’ would would be more than happy to be of help! So what do you say sugarcube, we got a deal?”

Dat Beleh!  
AppleJack, what are you doing, you can’t eat all those fuc…  
Goes to bidding table and changes bet