Well, this is getting a tad inconvenient," Rarity told herself as she tried to peek over her rounded belly. "I mean, my Goodness. Was my stomach always this big? I haven't even had breakfast yet." Reaching down and pushing her girthy mass out of the way, she finally got a good look at the number on the scale.

"520 pounds?" She read aloud, letting her belly hang back down. Stepping off the scale, she could almost feel her whole body quake with even the smallest of footsteps. "You know, I'm really not too surprised. I am still a growing girl after all. I swear, it's like I can actually feel myself getting fatter by the day sometimes. I hardly ever feel full these days."

All of a sudden, almost like it was answering back, her tummy hungrily growled.

Rarity simply laughed before jokingly arguing back. "Don't get mad at me, you're the one who's never satisfied."