The second installment of my attempt of continuing  kerjois's awesome sequence "The Good Life" with his pony character Pumpkin
(who's starting to actually resemble one lol)

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As the news of Pumpkin's saddle fiasco reached the ears of the wealthy parents, they realized that perhaps their daughter's scheme of turning their pony into a unicorn had gone too far, and finally decided to pay someone else to take action.

Purchasing the services of a private equine fitness trainer, they hoped that a professional could coax Pumpkin into some semblance of exercise. The trainer arrived at the estate, already briefed on the situation and armed with a handful of Pumpkin's favorite donuts, a tactic designed to entice the gluttonous pony into cooperation. Nothing could’ve prepared them however for just how obese of a pony they were really dealing with.

Pumpkin's expression lit up at the appearance of the sugary treats, her mouth watering in anticipation. She eagerly scarfed down each donut offered, barely taking a moment to chew before swallowing. As long as there was a constant stream of pastries into her muzzle, she was willing to waddle forward sluggishly. The trainer led her into the extremely underused riding paddock, the promise of more donuts guiding Pumpkin's lumbering steps. Pumpkin’s gut was now sagging low enough with fat that it had recently begun dragging against the ground beneath her, leaving a furrow behind her in the sand as she plodded in the direction of her next pastry.

Taking a few jogging steps backward before offering the next sugary treat was enough to convince the rotund pony to work up to some sluggish, waddling attempt at a trot, far slower than any fit horse’s walk. However, as soon as the initial burst of energy faded, Pumpkin's resolve waned. After only a few moments of what could barely be considered a trot, she collapsed onto the sand, her heaving plush, pillowy chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The squishy flab of her round gut and her rump pooled out slightly across the ground around her.

The trainer's attempts to coax her back onto her feet were met with stubborn resistance. Pumpkin refused to budge, her body protesting against the unusual exertion. With a resigned sigh, the trainer realized that convincing Pumpkin to exercise would be no easy feat.

After giving her ample chance to catch her breath, the trainer gave Pumpkin's ample rump a firm smack, hoping to jolt some semblance of motivation into the lethargic pony. The impact sent ripples of fat cascading through Pumpkin's globular ass cheeks, haunches and flanks, causing her bulging layers of adipose tissue to jiggle and wobble around vigorously for almost half a minute.

However, despite the force of the slap, Pumpkin remained resolutely planted on the ground, her expression unchanged except for a brief flicker of annoyance. She seemed unfazed by the attempt to rouse her, her laziness prevailing over any desire to cooperate, no matter how many more donuts were offered.

Disheartened by Pumpkin's lack of response, the trainer eventually conceded defeat and departed, leaving the stubborn pony to her own devices, promising to return and try again once Pumpkin had been on a strict diet for several months. As the trainer's footsteps receded into the distance, Emily approached Pumpkin with a sympathetic smile, a fresh batch of treats clutched in her hand.

"Good try, Pumpkin," Emily cooed, offering the treats to the pony. "I know you're doing your best."

Pumpkin lay sprawled in the warm sand, her immense body stretching out across the ground like a pillow of flab. Every inch of Pumpkin's body was swollen and bloated, a testament to her insatiable appetite and sedentary lifestyle. Any sense of shape was almost totally obscured beneath layers of soft, doughy fat that bulged and billowed with every shuddering breath she took.

Her belly, swollen and distended from her constant indulgence, pressed heavily against the ground, creating deep imprints in the earth beneath her. Rolls upon rolls of fat cascaded down her sides, forming a quilt-like pattern of lumpy flesh that quivered with each labored breath.

Her haunches were buried beneath a thick layer of blubber that jiggled and wobbled with the slightest movement. Even the smallest twitch sent waves of fat rippling through her flanks, evidence of the immense weight she now carried.

Her neck was encircled by a series of thick, pillowy rolls that obscured any hint of definition. With each panting breath, her neck rolls quivered as they squished against each other and met with her sagging chins, creating a soft, cascade of lard down to her soft chest.

Pumpkin's exhausted expression lit up at the sight of the treats, her hunger momentarily overpowering her apathy. With a contented sigh, she eagerly accepted the offering, munching away happily as Emily showered her with praise, reinforcing the idea in pumpkin’s mind that she would be fed whether or not she exercised.