The first few wobbling, shuffling steps were easy. Her thick legs were well accustomed to carrying her immense weight. After those few waddling paces, however, her supple flesh met resistance from the surrounding door frame. Her flab slipped right around the narrow passage at first, and this was perhaps misleading for Pinkie Pie. She hadn’t even come close to her widest point yet.
 
The difficulty mounted as more and more of her blubber squeezed through, but she pressed on. Soon, her hooves scraped against the floor, pushing with her hinds and pulling with her fores, but she barely seemed to budge.
 
“Aw jeeze,” Pinkie muttered, realizing her predicament but not directly acknowledging it. “That’s a really tight fit!”
 
Grunting, huffing, and puffing, she heaved with all her might. It wasn’t long before she broke a sweat, her face as red with exertion as it was with humiliation. Still, she continued her struggle, and to her credit, each push seemed to bring her just a few inches closer to freedom. Progress was slow and clearly very strenuous, however.
 
It wasn’t long before she breathlessly asked, “You don’t have any butter or shortening lying around, do you? I’m just a teeensy bit… stuck.”
 
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