Competitive Eating

First it was making sure she watched the pounds and quickly lost some weight. Now, her stupid mare brain enjoying the stupid sexy prospect of weight gain had every excuse available to dive right in. Rainbow dutifully and responsibly addressed these problems by going home – her stuffed belly making contact with all four legs as she walked and weighing her down as she flew – and repeatedly bonking her head against a cushy cloud pillar.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did I even do that? Was there some…some anything that would explain why super-competitive Rainbow Dash was suddenly eating like a mare on a mission to get fat? Something…stupid…ANYTHING that didn’t involve sex and psychosis?”

She plopped down on her now-clearly softened rear and considered her situation.

“I am, quite literally, already on track to get fat. I am getting fatter. My stupid pancake binge has seen to that! And the worst part is: I WANT IT. I can do it. It’ll be so easy. If I just keep eating and stuffing myself, I won’t just have this dumb, super-stuffed belly, I’ll have a REAL belly. A fat, jiggly- and…and my legs and butt would get big too. I’d get so big. And I’d eat more and get fatter. And I’d get fatter, so I can eat more. Hmmmf.”

If there was only one more flight that Rainbow Dash could take, she knew exactly where to go: Sugarcube Corner. Hushed tones and a dark cloak were apparently enough.

“Pinkie, don’t tell anypony else. I need you to arrange for an eating contest in Las Pegasus. I’ll cover it. I’ll dip into my savings. Anything! Just make sure there is an ‘event’ and keep the desert orders coming!”

“Okie Dokie Lokie Dashie! But why do you want a contest organized? I thought you were already training for one? You certainly look the part!”

A cyan hoof covered her mouth.

“It was cancelled, okay! But I can’t just stop! Look at me!”

The dark cloak unfurled to reveal that the pancake binge had done its due to the pegasus’ physique. Where once there was a flat, concave rim of muscle, there was now a doughy, slightly rounded mass of chubbiness. It was not nearly as large as her stomach had been during her now-frequent binges, but it was there. A belly. There no matter how she tried to suck it in or hide. The fact that it was soft and squeezable and still as round and large as it had been during the candy rock incident was certainly not lost to the rainbow-maned pervert wielding it.

“Wow Dashie! You’re definitely training hard. Or maybe…soft! Ha!”

A pink hoof made contact with the soft, jiggling mass that Dash was trying so desperately to play off. And, to her, the fact of somepony else even touching it nearly made her melt there and then. Instead, she recoiled away, flapping her wings and hovering in place, still hoping the charade would hold up to Pinkie’s scrutiny.

“Can- can you do it?”

“Of course, silly. Most of my job is throwing parties in secret. And a food eating contest is just a party with some REALLY hungry guests!”

“Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Rainbow returned to her hooves on the floor of Sugarcube corner, the sensation of growing fat draining towards the ground twisting her mind and making her blush.

“Thank you. And uh…could you…make the next cupcake order red velvet? I’ve always loved red velvet.”

“Okie Dokie! Good luck with the training!”

Back in her home, Rainbow Dash was relieved to have one problem mostly resolved. Pinkie was not one to break a promise when she made one. But that just left…

“Yep. That’s my belly.”

She stood in front of the mirror, feeling more annoyed than aroused like she had been. Maybe a little aroused. She gazed, head turned towards her torso and legs standing perpendicular to the mirror.

“Before it was just a little bit of chub, but now?”

She threw her super sneaking agent cloak to a nearby hangar and plopped down so she could take a serious look at herself. The thing was tight on her anyway.

“This is not ‘a little bit.’ I’ve got enough belly to jiggle! And my butt? I know for a fact my cutie marks were never that large. It’s soft and gross and big and- (and it’s kinda sexy)…but…horrible…cause…it’s so big…and…fat…and-“

She spun to face away from the mirror, gloriously flabby flanks in full view. Her tail twitched and flicked to get a better view.

“I think they call that ‘having cake’ because you get chubby because you eat cake and you get a big butt and-”

The chubby mare wistfully glided her hooves over the newfound mass. Everywhere she could find a bit of flab, she wondered at it. Where once she had to stuff herself silly to see the results on herself, now there was a true, glorious product of her efforts. And on a part of her besides her belly! A part of her that bended and moved and bulged…without so much as a snack extending it. It was her. More of her.

“You end up wanting a ‘slice.’”

She sighed as her stomach growled; decision made.

“Why not? With Twilight working on that weight loss spell, I can make myself bigger…and fatter…I can do that for as long as I want.”

A doorbell wrang. It was her order of sweets from Sugarcube Corner.

“But if I’m going to get fat, I’m not going to do it alone.”