Minutes turned to hours, donuts turned to crumbs, and ounces turned to pounds in Luna's thighs. Only when her barstool snapped like a twig beneath her expanding ass did she stop her assault against the bakery. She blinked, her bleary eyes staring around at her surroundings as the memories of failure faded from her sight. She stared down at her hooves, each one splattered with tasty icing.