Blubber Bolt

After a big slowdown in ticket sales, Equestria’s crack flying squad, The Wonderbolts, decided to go on a hiatus.

About a week into his off time, Soarin’, had spent all his time at his town home in Cloudsdale lazing around and eating. Moving from the regimented life of a wonderbolt, to no responsibilities had brought out his lazy gluttonous side. His figure had already taken a toll, about six inches of jiggling mass were added to his belly, and his flanks had gone up two sizes.

He sat at his dining table, a box of a dozen donuts lay atop it. Soarin’ grabbed a sprinkled donut from the box, and in two ravenous bites the pastry was gone. The only sign that it had been there was the pink frosting and sprinkles around Soarin’s muzzle. And it went like that for the next few minutes, grab a donut, gobble it up, and grab another. About half way through, the stool beneath Soarin’s pillowy rear let out a creak. He hadn’t noticed.

As he finished, Soarin’s belly let out a groan. A normal response for a stomach containing enough food to feed at least four ponies. Soarin’s lifted his fluffy blue tail-

*PBBBBBBBBBBBBBT!*

A sputtering fart escaped Soarin’s rear with a wet sound. A hot scent that resembled sour milk filled the room. The ballooning pegasus patted his distended belly with a hoof.

“Phew, that was a big one! Thank Celestia nopony else was around.”

He hopped off the stool and tossed the empty box into the trash. Then he headed towards his bathroom, lazy as he was, he always remembered basic hygiene. His walk across the living room and hallway was filled with bouncing. His soft belly swaying back and forth, like a pudgy pendulum. His supple backside bobbled up and down. His growing thighs, which were just inches apart, jiggled around and occasionally touched.

He wet his brush and looked towards the mirror. He gasped at the flabby cheeks covered in frosting, he hadn’t noticed that before. He looked down as his gut, being weighed downwards by fat tissue.

“How could I have let myself go like this?”

Soarin’ rushed to the scale. He’d put on twenty pounds! He’d spent his time off just doing what he felt like, paying little heed to consequences. He had to get these destructive habits in order, or else this break would never end.