Charmed Stable Procedures
Part 3


Written by Septia.


-Gbhrllogogugshp- -Ghhroourlps- Sluggish bubbling and burbled through a displacement of liquids within the broad gut, chiming to the tune of an overstuffed crock-pot as the mare worked on the desk. Her stomach distended sideways – the zenith of the protrusion a vague sculpt of a hoof – that soon bounded back with a snap of elastic skin -Bbwntngsh- -Ghrlgpgsh-. This left the stomach jostling against the floor, a soft throb and buoyant wiggle to and fro, as the anchor of blubber holding the mare in place was a difficult obstacle to overcome, for the current 'patient' trapped within. 
	The screen flickered, the one directed at the med bay had frozen. Enchanted Charm perused the board full of buttons and knobs, scratching her chin. “How does… Mm… This is why Wild Thorn was better off in charge of these matters.” 
	-Gbrhhg- A grumble disturbed her gut, wandering up her throat and -Bhoouaaarhlp- Charm's belches carried an odour of tea brewed with thistles and leather. 
	“Excuse you, dear. Ooh, that's right, you handled this well on your own, which button is for resetting the med bay camera? I think there should be another holotape around here that I could swap in.” 
	“MMGghs- gmgpagh, gmpgheealse.” Lotus Cog whined within, confined under the layers of blubber on a fine and portly mare. 
	“Don't you go being a lil’ stomach bug now, I have something for comfort down there, soon enough you'll be more than happy to be wagging away in my guts~. But, It would be beneficial if we could handle the tape matters first, won't you be a helpful lil' belly bug and guide me through this? This kind of tech was never my forte.” 
	“Mmgpwg gmmgpsha.” More mumbles escaped. 
	The doctor mare sighed, cradling her gut and brushing along the swollen fr frame. “Of course, of course, no worries I, I will, be able to figure it out, eventually.” Her hoof idled, kneading and cupping into her gut whilst she surveyed the console. 
	-Gbbggn- A solid thud got her attention “Oh? Oh that's your head, look at that~. You sure make me feel, just so big~. Though, at a glance I could barely tell where you are,” she mused and dug her hoof in deeper, squatting to grind her gut to the floor -Shclpitths-. Her stomach pancaked with a touch more of Lotus's outline appearing haunting her form. “I barely believe anypony would notice you were my lil' passenger. Guess stomach bugs are rarely seen, more heard, or smelled even~.” She snickered a bit to herself, rubbing down with both front hooves along her stomach, plying and massaging Lotus through folds of fat. “Speaking of which, dear, you will most probably have me brewing up a storm back there. Just finishing taking care of that sweet Bell-y Bearing had my heiney upset as it was, two in the same week… For a tush tasked with breaking down Appotatols, you are quite a tall order.” She hummed and sighed. Charm sat back on the floor. Her stomach warping under her stature and spilling out in front of her lap like a sack of gelatin -Bbgwnwnogugshap- jostling in the heaves of packed padding pony. “You sure you couldn't reconsider? Makes it easier for us both, doesn't it love?” she asked, kneading through her blubber to find the bulge of Lotus's head, letting it surface and dent the top of her tummy. The face bulge wriggling in place, til she found her footing. 
	“H-Help, somepony p-please Help, Doctor Charm has gone crazy, help.” 
	Charm rolled her eyes at the wailing with a smile and a shake of her head. “Sweetie, I understand.” She brushed her hoof over the bulge, as she spoke, plodding down the bulge back into the expanse of blubber muffling their cries whilst heaving herself back up. “There's no need to fret so, my stomach will set you straight, I am hardly a mare to back down from a challenge. Feel free to flounder at your own pace. Mmm, almost like I am carrying around a fishbowl~.
	“Though I will admit I am a touch disappointed, Wild Thorn always said you were quite agreeable, easy for her to handle the cover up. Though what's the point in getting caught up on that detail now~? You'll be slugging along in the compost tanks soon enough. Hmm... will have to mention to Wild Thorn to make an exception tomorrow and start training our new scouted recruit early. But, if you were to help me out, I would be able to get back to the med bay sooner and cook up some real good anaesthetics for you, mmm? How's that sound?” Charm mused as she rubbed her tummy by pinching her thighs. Though, Lotus seemed less than cooperative. She'd get the hang of this eventually, and, whatever she messed up Wild Thorn could sort come morning, she would have to make it up to her though. 


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“Hey Whistle, come here and show me what you got.” 
	Whistle paused and joined her tray with Thistle’s at the dinner table. “Ay there Thistle, just the usual, mashed appotatols, some appotatol fries. Oo and some mint sauce.” 
	“Ooo~. I got a kale salad~.” 
	“Whoa, there was Kale?” 
	“Was, yeah. Benefits of being early, there's still diced appotatols in it though.” 
	“Yeah.” 
	“Speaking of, have you seen Lotus?” 
	“Hmm?” 
	“She's huge on Kale, and I knew I told her about today, but I haven't seen her.” 
	“Oh yeah, wonder if.” 
	“Lotus, came down with a case of Appotatol deficiency disorder last night, and got placed in intensive care.” A mare with a portly tummy said, and she joined the two for lunch, shifting awkwardly to fit. 
	“Oh, hey Wild Thorn, hope she'll be okay.” “We heard from Charm that she should be able to be treated, and if so, well she'll be able to explore the wasteland.” 
	“Awww, lucky.” 
	“Yeah, guess so, maybe I can pop by for a visit before.”
	Thistle was interrupted by another mare joining, who's frame dwarfed Wild Thorn as she pinched into the seat next to them, pumping bellies with her as she squeezed her tummy under the table to dangle like a giant dragon's uvula, bouncing and lurching with lard Chhglpggh- -Glhugh-. “Afraid our dear lil' Lotus will have to remain in intensive care for a while, though her treatment is progressing, mgmms.” -Bfpprrrrhfht- The mare's attempt at hiding her flatulence only amplified it as it puttered out her cheeks against the seating cushions. "Haaa, very well, fmsm, in fact, excuse us~,” she mused. 
	“Ah, that's a shame, but, maybe I can come by later, before she heads off? I know we gotta send out everypony who can, but it just feels really-.” 
	-Ooauururhp- Enchanted Charm's burp elbowed into the conversation, rippling moisture and a humid, tanned hide air over the table. 
	“Abrupt…” Thistle continued. 
	“It certainly was... abrupt~.” Charm said and glanced to Wild Thorn, “Thankfully, we got it under control right quick~, didn't we?” she asked and rubbed down her gut, still looking at Wild Thorn. 
	“Uhm, yeah, I've... been noticing her acting up for a while, just didn't want to speak up,” said Wild Thorn.
	“Well, you should never be worried about bringing things to my attention, and that goes for all of you~.” Charm mused and wrapped a hoof around Thistle to bring them in close. “If you are ever in need, I am not -Ahhooourp- far~.” She snickered much in the way of a parent musing to their child. 
	Wild Thorn smiled back a bit, but glanced down at the table every time the gut -Chhgllprghsh-. Rumbled and shook below…