Old October art oops.

Creeeaak~ The more than pudgy unicorn goes a little wide-eyed as the broom holding and bending beneath her plump rear begins to creak and groan angrily in response to her weight. She shuffles slightly, causing her voluptuous middle to bounce and wobble. She goes to mumble quietly to herself, almost interrupted by a fairly audible blooooorp~! “T-Trixie doesn’t think this broom will hold her.. um.. exceeding amount of greatness much longer!” She tries to boast her own confidence, despite the fact her belly still seemed to swell out and tremble as it still digested it’s last meal, only to hear the broom creak a little louder… It was a miracle her striped socks had held out for so long, clinging tightly to her hips and thighs…