>Sunlight, all up in your eyes.
>Twilight's bloated belly has shrunk down to about one third it's size last night, but oh god it's soft.
>You tighten your hugging position and massage her midsection and sides.
>After about five minutes of getting a feel for Twilight's newfound chub, she awakens, drowsily.
Twilight: Anon?
Anon: Good Morning, Twilight.
>Twilight rolls over to face you, wrapping herself around you and pressing her softness against your middle.
Twilight: Wow... My midsection is much more sensitive now...
>Twilight pushes away from you and sprawls herself on the bed, stomach exposed.
Twilight: Do that thing with the fingers, please.
Anon: Run them through your mane?
Twilight: No, the message.
Anon: You mean the massage?
Twilight: Yeah, but on my stomach... I think it will feel really good this morning.
>Nobody's complaining.
>You start with a poke, judging how pudgy Twilight actually got.
>About an inch and a half, ponies plump up well.
>You start at the top of her chest, working your way down into the softness.
>Twilight moans as you fold and rub her softness with your human fingers.
Anon: We'll be able to do more once you plump up more... That is if you want to.
>Twilight rolls over, resting her stomach on the bed and laying her head down.
Twilight: Only if we can cuddle for a few more minutes, I like that thing you do where when we rest with our chests together where we alternate breathing.
Anon: Of course we can cuddle, Twilight, I'd like nothing more.
>Twilight goes back to her previous position.
>You relax like that a while, enjoying her warmth and scent, while she enjoys yours.
>You really love Twilight a lot, and you're glad shes into this.
>I wonder when she'll be ready for more cupcakes?