“I bet you can’t bear to stomach any more of this,” the Guard snorted, pushing another pie into the prisoner’s snout.
The prisoner gave her defiance as she greedily gobbled the confection down, the crumbs joining the large pile building up on her protruding belly, though her growing blush and heavy panting claimed she might not be quite as unshakable as she presented herself.
“Oughta start asking yourself ‘Do I feel full?’” The Guard nickered, poking a finger into the side of the mare’s taut basketball of a gut.
“Well do ya, punk?”
She belched defiantly, desperately needed relief hidden flooding her mind. The Guard winced and stood up with a huff, going to the cart of food only to find it empty.
The mare nickered and chuckled. A shit-eating grin filled her face, though just as she started to speak, the echo of armored hooves bounced down the hall, a voice matching. It was amused, victorious even, though the tint of vengeance and rage within it are clear as day. The mare’s blood ran cold as she recognized the voice.
“Huzzah!” The speaker declared. “The pies have been doubled!”

The pies have been gobbled.

Moment of the lips. Lifetime in the hips.