“Hey Pinkie? We got a customer waiting. I know you’re on your break, but I got my hands full back here. Can handle it for me?”

“Sure thing, Tip Top!” Pinkie Pie replied to her co-worker, stuffing the last of her fries into her mouth. “I just finished up, anyway.”

Stepping out of the break room and into the kitchen, she quickly grabbed her 2XL apron and tied it around her chunky waist. She had been gaining quite a bit of weight lately, so much so that she had already outgrown two uniforms. It certainly didn’t help that she was constantly working around such fattening foods.

She was just thankful her new uniform was holding up well for now.

As she crossed through the kitchen, Pinkie stopped for a second to put her hair up, turning to find her co-worker dealing with a towering stack of dirty dishes. “Thanks for the help, Pinkie. I owe you one,” Tip Top said as she gave a greasy plate a hard scrubbing. “And good luck out there. Judging from how HUGE that girl is, it’s gonna be one heck of an order. I thought poor Greasy Joe was gonna cry when he saw her walk in.”

With her notebook ready to go, Pinkie scoffed at the notion of a customer being too much for her. “Come on. You know me! I’ve dealt with all kinds of customers. Fat ones, skinny ones, mean ones, creepy ones. How hard can this one order be?”

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Tip Top shrugged as Pinkie exited the kitchen and made her way up to the counter, ready to greet the customer.

“Hello, there! How can I… yai… yai…” She came to an immediate halt as soon as she saw who was waiting for her.

“Oh, hey Pinkie. About time someone’s takin’ my order.” Applejack sluggishly greeted through her round, chubby cheeks.

In just a matter of weeks, Applejack had become a sight to see, easily more than doubling Pinkie Pie’s size. As the massive young lady leaned onto the counter, her enormously huge belly pressed up against it while her heavily ample breasts rested on its smooth surface. She breathed heavily like she just ran a lap around the block. But with her mammoth-sized legs and her immensely-sized rear, it’d be surprising if she could even walk a block without needing a break.

“Hey, Applejack.” Pinkie laughed nervously, looking around and seeing the other customer stopping and staring at the colossal sight. “I forgot you still had that whole eating contest thing going on.”

“Eatin’ contest?” The heavy-set cowgirl asked with a notably slower drawl to her voice, genuinely seeming a bit confused for a second.

“Yeah. The one at the festival next week?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Applejack nodded as it quickly came back to her. “That pie-eatin’ thing. Yeah, I’m still gettin’ ready. So just get me half a dozen of those triple-stacks combos, half a dozen sides of onion rings, three sides of nachos, and two extra-large chocolate shakes. With extra whipped cream.”

Not even able to bring herself to write down any of what her friend just ordered, Pinkie simply just 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, and can I get it for here? Ain’t no way I’m waitin’ til I’m back home,” Applejack chuckled.

“Uh, how much have you been eating lately?”

“Don’t know, hard to say. Not enough, apparently,” Applejack said, sounding a bit annoyed with her insatiable hunger. “Ever since I got fired for eatin’ all the food supply at my job, I’ve been doing nothin’ but stuffin’ this big ol’ gut of mine. Been plumpin’ up like a turkey at a slaughterhouse, and I’m still feelin’ hungry. But I’m sure I’ll be fine as soon as I get somethin’ to eat.”

Hearing this, however, didn’t exactly help with Pinkie’s concerns. “Are you sure you don’t have a problem, AJ? Because I think you’re getting a teensy, tiny bit too big.”

“Too big? So what if I am?” Applejack asked sharply.

“Well, I just think-” Pinkie tried to explain before being interrupted by the groaning and growling of AJ’s monstrous stomach.

“Pinkie, I’m starvin’ over here!” Applejack urged as she began to lash out. “Ain’t my fault I gotta eat tons of food every day! I just can’t stop eatin’! Besides, I got a lot goin’ on right now! Do you know what’s like for an Apple to lose a pie-eatin’ contest to someone who just makes frilly dresses all day? I ain’t lettin’ that happen again! And I was hopin’ my friend would have my back on this!”

“But you’re already fatter than Rari- “

“Just gimme the dang food, Pinkie Pie!!” The cowgirl shouted desperately, causing quite the bizarre and awkward scene in the restaurant.

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

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Pinkie - 320 lbs
Applejack - 645 lbs