Golly: a MLP weight gain story

(disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are aged up to 20 years or older)

This was it.

Everything was hers.

Everything that was good and true. Every right and wrong, every creature of equus was right here, behind her cavern of immensity.

It took her years, but cozy glow had done what she had set out to do, to deprive Equestria of all of its magic, to bring every creature and creed that inhabited the planet to drop to their knees and bow to her little hooves, and with a cute yet cunning smile, she enacted the largest transfer of wealth and body mass, that world had ever seen.

The moment that cozy glow trotted down the streets of Canterlot and to the throne room of the two sisters. She demanded all of the defeated citizens to her feet and demanded they feed her endlessly, every day, unyielding, for the rest of their miserable jaded lives. And feed her they did, cakes and pies of all shapes and sizes were soon finding themselves slaughtered in great numbers by the gluttonous queen's intestinal workings, with no care for her subjects save the speckles of crumbs on their hooves.

She spent weeks and months, filling out her stolen throne with her flab, and reducing it to mere rubble, upon the many sweaty hills on her back. Which was quite insignificant as she continued to feast, soon overflowing the once mighty castle with thousands of square feet of pink glistening flab. Which the denizens rich and poor had to crawl through in order to deliver succulents to a face sinking into her floodwater fat.

And by then, Equestria was beginning to starve, with all of their crops donated exclusively to their god-emperor, with only enough to carry their muscles and magic to serve her, and of course, when she eventually outweighed those surroundings, her mighty towering corpulence rolled down the hillside collecting brush and thickets which felt like nothing to such a blubber-coated omnipotent deity such as herself.

And after all the crops in Equestria began to run out, she simply called upon her weak and malnourished citizens to simply... Crawl into her flab-buried face, and slide dutifully into her ever-expanding maw, to satiate the burdenous mountain she had turned into.

This of course worked quite a treat, as there were millions if not billions to help satiate a bottomless chasm such as the likes of her, and luckily the dragons, the ursas, the sirens, and other mythical beasts helped to sate her at least for five minutes. But once the population had dwindled down to but a few villages, holding out for the hope of rebuilding away from cozy's corpulent embrace, she simply remembered the powers she possessed, and summoned plots of land, ocean, and sea, to be swallowed up whole.

Never leaving even the slightest dribble from the clutch of her tongue, swallowing the lands beneath her up whole, from the mountains of yakyakistan to the waters of seaquestria, from the rocks of the dragons keep, to the scones of griffinstone, to the houses of ponyville, and the sands of klugetown, and the crystals of the empire. She ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate, until nothing on that poor, doomed planet remained, nothing but ashes, scattered across the endless star-studded sky.

Any memoir of the former planet, and all of its accomplishments was a twisted and unorganized floating heap of gore and rock, aimlessly drifting and dissolving in the vast oceans of stomach acids within the now planet size ball of bright pink bubblegum, with infinite magic, and nowhere left to conquer, so with her feast at its crescendo, she let her oppressive fat overcome her eyes, and drift her into a long slumber. To digest everything that ever was of this one vibrant equus.

And she would remain, floating without direction, without purpose, permanently fattened by the planetary gourmet she feasted upon, her circumference so grand one would need to teleport twice to make it all the way around her rolling fields of sweat-soaked pink. Going from the ever-sinking trench where her face stood to her continent-spanning, constantly fuming posterior would be 26 thousand miles easily. And only growing wider as Cozy lazily fed on whatever space dust flew into the tunnel of flesh which led to a tunnel of its own.

Even with all this flab surrounding her, and all these dripping, sopping, pimpled pink chins surrounding the god emperor, her menacing orange eyes, her bushy, curly mane, and her crowned horn were still quite visible, and very much active in this sedentary state. The practical goddess slumbered peacefully, content in her triumph over those silly little ponies. And the taste of sugar cube corner still lingering.

But her triumph would be short-lived, not in the sense of any downfall or death, but when she awoke from her gluttonous slumber, she would find herself not as a goddess, but just another pony in the grand scheme of another planet. Which she was led to by a convenient trail of asteroids and moon dust all leading to the surface of a multicolored planet that appeared to be a thousand times the size of her, completely covered in dots of all different covers, a true image of pointillism with no clear picture to paint.

The pace in which she was pulled to this world was incredibly slow and calculated, as so her trillions of tons of flab would not burn up in the hot, humid, flatulent atmosphere, which coated her further in the stench of victory, how she didn't combust from end to end from her hot and bothered surface burning as bright as the center of a planet she would never know. Especially when she made it down to the stratosphere.

Outside of her field of vision was an earth-sized patch of rolling hills, which all seemed but microscopic dents to the pony that would soon be seated upon it. Cozy glow any day would find herself sandwiched between multitudes of mysterious, strange, gassy, intercontinental blobs just like herself. This mothership of meat who thought she was the biggest thing in the entire universe would soon be staring face to face at a bulking benefactor, every bit as fat, and as gluttonous as she was, but perhaps with a better temper than her.

To anything even the slightest bit smaller than the planet sized residents of this unfamiliar world, it would be an unfathomable sight, watching the sky turn bright pink, blotting the sky and falling upon the poor lesser soul who couldn't travel far enough the oncoming smothering, even if he had all the time to do so.

Eight thousand miles she crossed before she her entire globular mass would be nestled in betwixt her fellow planetary gas giants. And by the time she a mere couple of meters from her abundant sagging bulbs of flesh fully embraced the last spare spot of grass in this overcrowded jumble of multicolored overload, her facial tunnel was pressed deep against another facial tunnel, this of course, would not be optimal for communication.

So with an involuntary blast of magic, cozy glows face would in a sense, push forward further to the light of day, as would the mysterious orange sphere whose many shelves of soft oozing flab were meshing into hers. Quicker and quicker they would both rocket and fold chins like accordions, burrowing through miles and miles their own flab until their faces were a minimum of thirty feet away from each other, just enough for them to make out there was somepony on the other side.

Finally, Cozy glow awoke from her slumber, giving a triumphant bassy yawn in the cavernous darkness. Her horn illuminated through her curly blue mane to display the true opulence of her girth, walls of misshapen jowls situated all around her head, and overhead flab slowly sinking downward like a deflating bouncy house. As she looked on, gleaming self-approving pride and lust for how far she stretched, she saw the faint glow of another's horn, revealing another face, another world. Almost like a mirror image of herself, except she was the color of tangerines, and her mane was short and purple.

Idle curiosity overtook her, upon viewing this carrot-hued facial tunnel staring back at her. The instant she saw her face with cheeks so bloated, her own snoring was slurred, she couldn't tell what to make of her, an adversary? An ally? A lover? She couldn't be sure at that moment, and having a planet's worth of nutrients boiling and stewing within her magmatic oceans of stomach acids. And the inability to move even an inch on her own, or see anything outside of the stranger's dozens of jowls and the shadows cast upon them by a dim-burning horn. She would just have to wait until she opened her fat-bothered eyes to see what this meteoric mare would want of a self-anointed goddess like her.

Eventually, the eyelids of the orange space mass opened up, blinking sleepily to wipe that last bit of peaceful sleep from herself, and when one was a blob of such magnitude, who had nothing to do but seemingly grow and eat. Waking up for more than a minute was a chore. But there she was, the vision of the purple maned sphere of softness and sweat unblurred and made out the vision of one that appeared to be every bit as fat as she was, an uneven smile stretched her blubbery face, elated to see such corpulent company, and eyeing the crown and the mane upon her, she seemed to be quite the important visitor, in fact, from the way she looked at cozy glow, she could almost assume she was expected company.

In typical uber-blob fashion, the galactic glob of pony flesh attempted to greet this jumbo-sized newcomer, only to feel winded from even the shortest of breaths, wheezing and lolling her tongue out, having to pant and lap up any air that could be found in such a snug, air-deprived space. Almost like being trapped underground, with dwindling light and a space-filling up with inches of floodwater perspiration. But she wasn't at risk of death, at her size it wasn't likely she would perish for another 4 billion years, and she was only in her early 20s.

Eventually, after much struggle and strain of her boxed-in vocal cords, she finally managed to make a stronger sound, however, it came less from her diminutive lungs, which were still the size of moons, and more from her much more astronomical stomach, which wasn't exactly how she wished to greet her visitor, but as everything around them begin to internally rumble, it was already too late to hold it back......

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The orange blob blasted the loudest, gassiest, smelliest, eructation, that gas bag of a pony could possibly make, the force and velocity of which could wipe out half of Equestria in one go. All of it collected by the face of Cozy glow. Whom even in the midst of this gaseous bombardment, She felt enthralled, such power, such force, such atom-splitting potency, as her mane gusted back, and her blubbery cheeks flew backward, she could only think how sexy this rapturous force of nature was, she loved her, she absolutely loved her. She didn't care who she was or what she did, she knew in an instant she wanted to marry her somehow, but those thoughts would have to wait unless her planetary lard-lover had finished her earth-shattering belch.

After the foggy blast of burp-dew had cleared and settled upon the sticky flab of planetarily pudgy pair, cozys newfound sweetheart finally properly greeted her with an enthusiastic "hhhhhiiiiii....I'm...scootaloo....huff...puff....welcome....pant....to....pant....Equuus....Amorphous ......huff....pant....wahts....yer.....name....~?" cozy glow was almost too lovestruck to answer back, her mind as foggy as their cramped, humid chin caverns, panting in heat for the orange ball of amorphous excess. Thinking about how cute a name "scootaloo" was, mustve been a play on her weight, from a time where she was much, much, much smaller. But eventually, cozy glow had to reply herself "hhh....my name...heh.....cozy.....glow....g....goddess....hufff....huff....of....the former.....planet....of....hah...hah....equus...."

"A goddess....wheeeze.... that's....so cool...." the slobby Scootaloo exclaimed, in a rough, yet adorable tomboyish voice. In the backdrop of intensive, muffled, earthquake-like rumbling all around them, like this was their blubbery bunker in the midst of a fallout. "Thanks...heh....no one....huff....has ever come.....close...to my life....pant...pant...except you.....how did....all of you....get to....pant...pant....this....size....did you....devour.....a planet.....tooo~?" cozy glow proposed, licking her own bloated cheeks, getting off at the possibility of all the souls this blob must have devoured to reach. "Actually....no....heh....its a....pant...pant....long....story....mmmmff....wanna hear~?"

Cozy glow merly smiled, showing off the set of fangs somehow unphased from biting and clawing through thousands of miles of a planet light years away from its home, and replied "huf....huff....golly.....i would....loooooove....to hear....all about it..." ready to hear the tale of this cosmic colossus and the origin to her excess. And without a hint of hesitation, the mighty scootaloo used her magic to clear her fat-logged throat, and begin to speak clearer than she had been previously. Her horn began to project a hazy picture with the leftover gasses in their limited chin-covered space, showing a planet, much like equus, lush, and green, teaming with trees and mountains and oceans a plenty......