One of the advantages of being obscenely rich was being able to buy entire refrigerated carriages of ice cream on a whim, which is exactly what Diamond Tiara did. She found out that Parchment Bleach, the obnoxious paper miller from across town who writes those ridiculous slapstick stories, was currently in the public stocks as punishment for the rude things he’d said about her work. And, well, she couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. She pulled her newly-purchased carriage up next to the stock and hopped off, the doughy pudge of her belly and rump wobbling with the impact as her hooves heftily landed on the cobblestone.

She watched his expression turn from confusion to horror as he recognized her. A smirk crept up her face as she sauntered towards him. She’d heard rumors that he’d actually turned himself in, that he voluntarily left himself to the mercy of the Princesses. Well, they could’ve fooled her, based on the way he struggled against the stocks. His rear hooves scraped on the cobblestone as he tried to fruitlessly back away, his tail twitching under him. It certainly didn’t seem like he was accepting punishment as he nervously greeted her, as he nervously apologized, nervously told her how sorry he was and he learned his lesson, really, it won’t happen again. Oh, sure. NOW he was being diplomatic. She decided to toy with him for a bit. She told him that she’d forgiven him already, that it was no big deal. A look of immense relief washed over his face, and his cream-colored body sagged in the stocks. She told him she was here to give him a treat, to reward him for being such a good sport about things. He looked up, curiously, as she hopped down from the back and opened up the first tub of Dippin’ Dots®, The Ice Cream of the Future™. The irony was not lost on him as he gave a small, nervous laugh. She told him that she heard he likes dots. He was halfway through another apology when she shoved the first hoofful of the little things right in his mouth, shutting him up with a muffled grunt.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t help but smile, wider and more wickedly, as she saw his look of nervous optimism give way back to horror and embarrassment. She watched, with great satisfaction, as she filled that belly of his more and more, and kept on going. He looked around, nervously, begging her to stop through a mouth full of ice cream, but she kept on cramming more and more and more into his mouth. It wasn’t long til his bloated, distended belly hung low to the ground, and his formerly trim body had begun to plump up, packing on pound after pound. She kept on stuffing, and stuffing, watching him grow bigger, and fatter, and rounder. Parchment kicked his feet as the overfed stallion had ballooned large enough that his hooves didn’t touch the ground anymore. The soft swell of his huge, fattening body broadened across the cobblestones. His rump had become two huge, wobbling globes of fat big enough to comfortably lay on, his cutie marks immensely stretched out on the wide, round expanse of his flanks.

Diamond Tiara teased and taunted the enormous pony all the while as she crammed more and more Dippin’ Dots®, The Ice Cream of the Future™ into him. She was nearly out of Dippin’ Dots®, The Ice Cream of the Future™, and she giggled as she pictured what the look on his face would be if she came back with a second carriage. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually earnestly bullied somepony, let alone with a culturally and legally acceptable target like a prisoner of the Princesses, and it certainly brought back memories. She was having fun, and wanted this to last. She dangled her satisfaction over his head, telling him oh, she’s not sure, maybe just one more bucket she’d feel like he’s earned her forgiveness. Oh, maybe just one more bucket. Just one more. All the while planning on what she was gonna do to him next.

If it was true that he gave himself up, he was most certainly gonna get the punishment he’d asked for.