A lone filly trudged through the freshly fallen snow, her wagon bouncing behind her, the Filly Guide cookies rattling inside their boxes under a tarp to keep dry. She looked intently at the door numbers, looking for one in particular and ignoring the rest of her potential customers. Finally, she found what she was looking for, and plunged up the snow-covered drive, ringing the doorbell and being very thankful for her mom insisting she wore a thick coat. There was a couple moments before the door was opened, and the filly was blasted with a wall of heat, and fresh baking that would have made her mouth water, had she not been on such an important mission.
“Hello?” A brown pegasus poked his head out into the cold, his festive apron smudged with dough.
“Hello! I’m with the Filly Scouts of Equestria! Would you like some cookies?” She pulled the tarp partially off her cart, revealing the assorted selection.
“Oh, I’m okay, thanks.” The pegasus paused for a moment, turning back into the house. “Hey, Kace! You want some Filly Guide cookies?” An orange pegasus skidded into view, his wallet between his teeth.
“Do you have any Thin Mints?” Kace asked around his wallet. The filly nodded, and pulled out a box. Kace dug in his wallet, and pulled out three Bits. “I’ll take three boxes, please.” The Bits clinked sweetly into the filly’s collection jar. “Thank you! You sure you don’t want anything, Soul?”
“I’m okay.” The two pegasi wished the filly a happy Hearth’s Warming Eve, and she went on her way, hooves following the tracks of her cart as she walked the way she’d come. After a block, she turned and walked behind a house up for sale.
“Well?” A hefty mare leaned against the back of the empty house, a lollipop stick firmly embedded between her lips
“Two pegasi, one named Kace, and the other Soul.” The filly dutifully reported. The mare smiled, and as promised, slid five Bits into her jar. “Thank you, ma’am! Happy Hearths Warming Eve!” The filly started her walk back home, her day’s collection rattling in her jar happily.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming Eve, indeed.” Sunnie Bun crunched her lollipop to bits, slipping the stick into a nearby garbage can. She smiled up the street towards Soulful’s house, her stomach growling in anticipation as she imagined the array of baking inside. An extra pony in the house wouldn’t be a bother, either, especially if it was Kace. Sunnie’s smile grew wider. In fact, Kace being there made things a lot easier.
~~***~~
Soulful checked the mailbox before he clicked the door shut, and gave Kace a look as he locked it, whose face was already stuffed with Thin Mints.
“What? I wash hungry.” Kace said, using his wing to stop him from spraying cookie remnants at his friend. “You haven’t let me eat any of the baking we’ve been doing, and it all looks so good.” Soul just smiled, and plucked a cookie out of the open pack, stuffing it into Kace’s mouth.
“I let you have five samples, it’s not my fault you ate them all right away.” Soul normally would have encouraged his friend to eat as much as possible, but holiday baking was a special time, and Soul wanted as much as possible when everypony else arrived for dinner the next night. He’d asked Kace for a hoof to with the baking, and getting as much done for the dinner as possible, and the other pegasus had readily agreed, proving himself to be a great helper, probably because of his marefriend. Now, the baking was mostly finished, save for some decorating that Soul could finish up after dinner. He wandered back into the kitchen, carefully loading his refrigerator with the rest of the trays that hadn’t yet been put away. The fridge was packed to the gills, barely able to close from the sheer amount of cookies in it, and Soulful was very glad he’d picked up a minifridge over the summer for just such an occasion. As he started making dinner, Sloppy Hay Joe’s with plenty of gravy (he never understood why they were called that), he looked at the paper that had been in the mailbox, worry clouding his face as he read the headline.
PUDGY BANDITS STILL AT LARGE! BAKERY LEFT WITH CRUMBS!
He scanned the rest of the article while he cooked. A pair of ponies, and the police were sure it was a pair and not just a lone wolf, had been systematically hitting every bakery and store, clearing out their entire stock of cookies. They’d been leaving Bits behind, as well as a calling card, proclaiming yet another victory for the ‘Pudgy Bandits’. Soulful clicked his tongue as he ladelled gravy over the hay fries. While the Bandits had only targeted businesses so far, word of his baking prowess had spread far and wide, meaning it was possible he was in the crosshairs as well. He’d have to make sure his house was locked up tight before going to bed tonight. He smiled to himself as he loaded Kace’s plate much higher than his own. From the sounds of it, these ‘Pudgy’ Bandits would have a hard time getting up stairs, let alone break in, but it never hurts to be careful.
~~***~~
The night fell swiftly after dinner. Soulful finished up the last few cookies while Kace waddled his way to the guest room to sleep off the thirds - plus dessert! - he’d had. While snow began to whirl outside, Soulful made a quick check throughout the house, making sure every window was latched, and every door was locked. Satisfied, the plucky pegasus went to bed as well, wrapping himself up in his thick, warm blankets, visions of bloated waistlines filling his head as he imagined dinner tomorrow, scarcely able to wait to allow his hooves to soothe every overfilled belly with his expert hooves. He was asleep in moments, and the house fell silent at last.
Silent, save for the loud ‘clunk’ of a ladder being placed against it.
Sunnie Bun kicked the feet of the ladder into the snow, giving it a shake to make sure it was solid. She was dressed in her usual Pudgy Bandit attire, a red coat with white fur trim, black rubber booties, and a pair of red pants that just barely still slid over her plentiful flanks. She adjusted the floppy red hat on her head, and beamed a smile at her partner in crime. Velvet Melody only mustered a weak grin in response, the unicorn looking at the ladder with apprehension.
“Is that going to hold us?” She asked. Sunnie nodded.
“It hasn’t let us down so far!” She replied exuberantly. Velvet wanted to mention that both of them were quite a lot bigger than they had been the last time they used the ladder, Sunnie especially. The shiny black belt she wore to keep her coat closed was let out as much as possible, and her belly still belled out above and below it. Velvet gave her own outfit a tug. Her festive green and red coat had steadily shrunk with every bakery they’d hit, and Velvet’s belly had already burst the buttons off of it, leading her to tie it closed with tinsel. The bells that decorated the collar jingled in the wind as she watched Sunnie mount the ladder, which bowed ominously. Despite Sunnie’s potion helping control her weight, the mare had absolutely ballooned in the previous weeks, and as Velvet looked up at her double-wide ass wobbling as it ascended, she had the distinct feeling she should have asked to go first, even though she was enjoying the view.
The climb was long, and each time Velvet swore she heard the ladder crack, she muttered a small prayer under her breath, but Sunnie eventually cleared the top, her belly knocking snow down onto her marefriend. Velvet finally clambered to the top after her, sweating and panting, body clearly not designed for climbing, but Sunnie looked unfatigued. The wind whipped the white pompom on her hat around, and the ladder slowly toppled off the roof. Sunnie watched it go, and as it vanished into the falling snow, she began to laugh, belly jostling from the force of her laughter. If Velvet wasn’t so tired - and scared of falling off - she might have found it hot. As it were, she simply wanted to get down before the wind picked up enough to send her tumbling.
“How do we get in?” She yelled. Sunnie, wiping tears from her eyes and still giggling, pointed towards the chimney. Velvet made her way gingerly over the snow-covered shingles to get a closer look, peering into a gap that might fit one of her flanks… just. “Oh for Celestia’s sake.” She turned back to Sunnie. “There’s no way we’ll fit!” Sunnie just smiled, and tapped the side of her muzzle with a hoof, before she moved closer to Velvet, and jumped, higher than Vel thought she should be able to. The unicorn had just enough time to start yelling a protest before Sunnie’s hooves slammed into the roof. The chimney rattled, bricks loosening, and Velvet felt the shingles beneath her hooves shift as well. The top of the chimney slowly, slowly tilted, bricks tumbling down the roof, finally revealing a chasm wide enough to fit even Sunnie’s fat frame. The tubby mare perched on the ledge
“Come on!” She called cheerfully, before sliding down into the dark chute, her hooves splayed wide to keep her decent slow.. Velvet muttered another prayer before she lurched her way onto the broken chimney. A brick gave way, and Velvet let out a shriek as she plunged head-first into Sunnie, and the pair of portly ponies quickly dropped to the bottom. Soulful’s living room was suddenly and swiftly coated in coal dust as Sunnie and Velvet hit the bottom, Velvet just barely able to slow them down with her magic before they went through the floor into the basement as well. She and Sunnie lay belly to belly, still inside the chimney, and Sunnie smiled up at her, giving her a kiss that smudged more coal dust over the unicorn. They untangled themselves, and Velvet looked at her reflection in a mirror on the wall, sucking air through her teeth.
“It’s going to take forever to get this out of my mane.” She hissed, flapping a hoof at Sunnie’s shushing gesture. “Oh please, as if anypony could have slept through that entrance.” As it turned out, Soulful had slept through it. Wrapped in his cocoon of blankets, he heard the thud in his dream and chalked it up to one of the chairs breaking underneath some pony who’d eaten just a tad too much. He snuggled deeper into his blankets, a sleepy smile on his face.
Kace, however, was jolted awake. He blinked his eyes, trying to place where he was, and he remembered as soon as his eyes focused on a half-emptied box of Thin Mints. The other two boxes were stuffed into the wastebasket under the desk. Somehow, no matter how much he ate of Soul’s cooking, he was always hungry not long later. A hoof tapped on his still-bloated belly, which gurgled unhappily, apparently still wanting more. The pegasus shrugged to himself, and shuffled out of the room, making his way down the stairs as quietly as possible. His eyes were still bleary, so the mess in the dark living room went unnoticed, but his ears picked up the sound of somepony moving trays around in the kitchen. Kace walked around the corner, squinting at the bright light of the fridge.
“Soul?” He asked, blinking fast as his eyes adjusted, only to see two unknown figures standing in the kitchen, taking trays out of the fridge and piling the cookies onto the counter. Kace froze, his eyes locked on their large, swaying rumps, remaining unnoticed as Velvet peered into the fridge, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the rest of the food.
“Oh my Celestia. We are going to have a feast for the ages!” She reached out for a covered bowl of mashed potatoes, and Sunnie gave her hoof a smack. Velvet yelped.
“Remember the rules!” Sunnie hissed. “Cookies only! Sugar Belle said she would replenish the baking, but any dinner is off limits!” Velvet pouted, but left the bowl alone. Kace, mind still muddy from sleep and taken by surprise by the name of his marefriend, took a step backwards, and his hoof kicked a piece of brick that skittered away down the hallway. Both figures turned in unison, and Kace was suddenly able to recognize them.
“Sunnie? Velvet? What are yo-mmph!” Before he could say another word, a gingerbread pony was shoved into his mouth. Velvet leaned forwards, coal dust sprinkling off her mane as she whispered into his ear, her hoof clamped over his mouth, her foreleg crooked around the back of his head.
“Shut up, and you can eat as much as you want.” Kace didn’t have a chance to respond before Velvet pushed another cookie into his mouth. He crunched away slowly, and nodded. Velvet turned back to Sunnie, who was dumping cookies onto two trays, her hoof still over Kace’s mouth. “We’ll need one more.” Sunnie nodded, humming a festive tune under quietly as she dug a plate out of the cupboard, piling it high, but nowhere near as high as the trays. Kace looked a little disappointed, but remained silent when Velvet removed her hoof from his mouth. All the cookies were now piled in front of them, two mammoth piles and one smaller mountain, an entire day’s worth of Soulful’s baking just waiting to be devoured. Sunnie picked up the top cookie on her tray, a gingerbread pony decorated just like she was dressed, with red and white icing. A happy coincidence, she thought to herself, before she crammed it into her mouth, a soft moan escaping her lips. None of the cookies she’d stolen before held a candle to these. Without another moment’s hesitation, Sunnie set to work on her cookies, jamming three, four at a time into her chubby cheeks, crumbs tumbling into the white collar of her outfit. Velvet saw this as her cue, and started eating herself, a little slower than Sunnie, but still fast. Kace hesitated, wavering between stepping forward into the kitchen, or back to alert Soulful. Before he could make his choice, Velvet made it for him, floating cookies over to his mouth even as she scooped shortbread off her pile with her teeth. His hungry belly screaming for more, Kace stepped forward, becoming an unofficial member of the Pudgy Bandits as he used his hooves and wings to shove the festive baking down his throat.
The silent night was filled with chomping, gulping, and various belches and moans as the three gluttons gorged themselves on Equestria’s best baking. Within only a few minutes, the impact of the sugar and butter heavy cookies to their waistlines was becoming apparent, and they all still had a long way to go. Velvet’s outfit shrank even more, the sleeves of her coat tightening around her thickening forelegs, smeared with jam and icing. Her belly swelled towards the floor, the tinsel she’d tied to the empty buttonholes unraveling with each bite, her belly wobbling closer and closer to the kitchen tiles. Her ass was growing larger and larger, soon wider than the chimney they’d fallen through only minutes before. Kace’s belly was suffering a similar fate, rounding out into a soft orange ball, the rest of his somewhat athletic body softening with every buttertart and fattigmann he gulped down, a second chin slowly forming underneath his stained muzzle.
Sunnie, however, put both of them to shame.
The yellow mare had given herself the lion’s share of the cookies, and she was mowing through them with reckless abandon. Her body was visibly swelling as she gorged, her red suit slowly splitting apart at the seams, red and white threads already festively scattered on the floor. Her booties were crumbling, her legs spilling out of the cracks in the rubber. Her flanks were astounding, a growing pair of globes, each larger than the pony standing next to her. Her pants hadn’t torn so much as they disintegrated, growing translucent before simply disappearing into the blubbery mass of mare ass, never to be seen again. The only thing rivaling her rear was her belly, which was being squeezed painfully by her belt, which creaked and groaned in protest as it was slowly swallowed into the ever-growing crease in her gut, which was already pressing into the floor despite the belt’s herculean efforts. Her belly rumbled and gurgled, growing louder and louder with each wad of cookies she shoved into her mouth, barely pausing to even swallow, simply needing to fill herself, to grow.
They all kept eating, kept gorging, kept swelling, all night long.
~~***~~
Soulful awoke before his alarm the next morning. He yawned, and attempted to stretch, but found his hind legs were stuck. Still half asleep, the pegasus tried to kick the blankets off, but his legs remained immobilized. He blinked sleep from his eyes and looked down, coming eye to eye with Velvet Melody’s wobbling flanks that rose high off the bed, her tail looking puny in comparison. She was snoring loudly, draped partially on the bed, and partially on the floor, much, much fatter than Soulful remembered. As he tried to extricate himself from under the blubbery mare, his hoof bumped something else soft and heavy. Confused, Soul looked to the other side of his bed, only to find himself muzzle to muzzle with Kace, who was sleeping a little less soundly than Velvet was, his slightly fattened hooves twitching as they wrapped around his overfilled belly, so bloated the poor buck would have a hard time trying to walk. A loud gurgle filled his ears, and Soul looked upwards, his mouth hanging open.
Sunnie was sitting on the windowsill above Soul’s bed, just barely. The mare was gigantic, her fat flanks cracking the glass of the window, her tail buried within the soft rolls. Sometime during the night, she had abandoned her rule of only eating baking, and now had balanced on her stained and flabby chest a massive bowl of mashed potatoes and stuffing. Soul couldn’t see the grin on her face, nor could he see past her belly, which had grown to titanic proportions, completely bursting out of her festive coat, which had torn in dozens of places as she ate, and ate, and ate. It was dimpled around the equator, and Soul could just barely hear the creaking of a leather belt over the nearly deafening gurgles and growls of her gut. The belt had somehow held, buried in flab and stretched to the absolute limit, the buckle warped and bent. Sunnie upended the bowl, using her hooves to shovel more food into herself, gulping mouthfuls without swallowing, and Soulful watched with wide eyes as the mare slowly grew, larger and larger, before his eyes. The belt creaked, and groaned, and finally let go with a resounding snap!
With a deafening blooorrrrp, Sunnie’s belly surged forwards, the remains of the belt flying away as it swelled. The sudden weight shift caused Sunnie to tilt forwards, her forelegs flailing as she toppled onto the bed. Soulful had just enough time to take a breath before he was buried in hundreds and hundreds of pounds of food and fat. His bed disintegrated immediately, the legs cracking, bed frame splintering, the mattress flattening as Soul, Kace, and Velvet were buried in a half-ton of fat mare. Sunnie lay beached on her gut, her flabby legs waving and jiggling as her mammoth body slowly settled. Soulful’s hooves sprang to action, rubbing and squeezing the best he could while being utterly pinned down, and Sunnie let out a long moan. Her eyes fluttered, already succumbing to her food coma, but she spotted one final cookie, sitting on her chest flab. She stretched her tongue out, and quickly gobbled it down. Her stomach burbling happily, Sunnie settled into herself, ready for a long winter’s nap, Soulful’s gentle rubs soothing her soon to be aching belly.
“Ohhhh - UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! Thanksh… hah… for the snacksh Souly… M-Merry Christmash…”
