Golly: a MLP weight gain story

First up were a couple, Starlard dripper (starlight glimmer) and Trixie size-of the-moon, their formless masses of fluffy paunch shuffled immediately to bump rumps and bellies with Scootaloo. The feasting began instantly with Trixie introducing a spell to magically summon those hoards of food that were becoming too far for these 10-foot tanks of blubber-submerged limbs. The yellow stream of magic stuffed everyone with no need to strain or move a digit. Burying them deeper within their corpus colossi.

"D-dere ...chomp...we go....nomf.....thanksh to de g-great, and.....uuuurp....bountiful....fbbbbrt....t-tttttttTRIXIE, we.....munch...may gorge an feest....nompf...ompf....indefinitly.. ...BRRPFFBLTTT... Without'sh eend." the big blue pond of a pony proudly boasted, glaring seductively at Scootaloo. Moving her lips through a sudden barrage of whole cooked turkeys and pipelines of gravy, sputtering in an attempt to blow her a kiss.

Meanwhile, her more modest marefriend Starlight smiled and rolled her cheek-buried eyes. which made the great and bountiful Trixie blush and correct herself "hehe....well....nomf....with a little help from...gulp....stalrighth....glitter....prrrffft...." scootaloo nodded her sinking facial features with a mouth filled with multi-colored layer cake, miming the lip movement to say "thanks you two, that's gonna make eatin and growin that much easier."

"Thu pleasuure.....nompf....wus all....fbbbrt....ours....gulp....for such a schewwt....lil ghuy....nompf...." Starlard added, as they both leaned in their towering elephantine bodies to smooch her wagon wheel sized cheeks with mouth still stuffed full, leaving all kinds of meaty stains on those blushing pads of fat.

A little later in the stuffing shindig, was a green shaded pachyderm of a pony called "woah nelly!" who had already been among the heftiest when she first awoke in this fantasy planet, but now she got her moment in the sun up there with Scootalard, sharing the biggest, sloppiest, stringiest cheese pizzas with her, ones that could cover the castle of friendship if stretched out properly, all of it rolled up into a sopping bread roll, being chomped down to the last pepperoni by gourmandizing gobs and gullets, until nelly and scoots muzzles met for a tremendously hefty embrace of tongues.

"Mmh....issh dhat....de taste.....of....nnng.....puhretzels....?" she asked, as she pressed harder into scoots sweaty boiler-warm flab so hard she could feel the growls of her engorged stomach rumbling in her teeth. "Yeeah....schlop....mmmmg.....had three-hundred....poundth....mmf...of puhretzul....dow....smack.....an hower....agoo...." she replied, her speech interrupted by her already taxing boulder cheeks and the slapping of her tongue against woah nellies.

Next on the chopping block was an even steamier affair with overindulgence. As the crowd watched her slide slowly like a slug in a drunken stooper with a sloshed, caterpillar-bellied pony by the name of Berry Punch, who she split a water towers worth of the most intoxicating overripe cocktail she could get her sunken hooves upon.

"Gulp....gulp....gulp....that'll be our....HIC....fifth....vat down then.....ya waddlin...hicup!.....winery..." Scoots slurred as she opened her tongue and lapped a little leftover booze on the blown-up billboard of a cutie mark of a bunch of grapes and strawberries. Which caused its owner to moan and giggle in drunken delight, and call out "hey~!, lets shhaaay.....yoooouniiiii.....hic.....go to tha spa....n get our....hic....fffupath.....rubbed~...." as mugs and mugs of cider and wine kept pouring themselves into her and scootaloos plush mushes.

Deeper in the line of mutual hedonistic thickening was the zaftig jiggle-jumble of zebra named Zecora. Who specialized in potions brewed to enhance her fellow ponies with unexpected results. Which explained why the mounting pile of scootalard was temporarily morphed into an equally vast giraffe, her blubber broke out in spots, and her neck jutted out with many donuts of flesh pushing it further out, like her head was a lighthouse upon copper shores made up of herself.

All the while, the striped black and white blob jiggled her most squeezable features, slapping and clapping her robust shadow-making rump cheeks together, each slap performed so slowly Scoots had a clear view into Zecora's puckered, sweat-dripping anus, beckoning for her to lick it, along with the lyrical way she spoke to her "bountiful giraffe, with skin of orange, reach your tongue deep and lap my......door hinge~! Do it slow or do it quick, and ill gift you with a giant stick~" she eludes, as another potion meant to give Scootaloo girth between her flab-buried gams was pumped down her hatch.

Scootaloo was up to eight tons when he started seeing other creatures join him in her building-crushing fetish, chocolate fur-covered bales of blubber called yaks had shambled down from the hills to see her and smothered her in the abundant wooly warmth that kept them toasty in their huts up in yakyakistan. And as they delighted in gathering around her like she was a roaring fire of flab. They regaled her with tails of their proud and corpulent creed.

"Mmmf....hope big orange pony like our gift, yaks best at keeping others warm with big pelts of yak fur, yaks never have body temperature below hundred fifteen degrees~" their leader explained as he rubbed his gold adorned chest fluff onto Scootaloo, who panted and wheezed from being squished from all sides by mountains of orbs of bovine fluff, blanketing her better than even her own domineering dough. "Yeah....pant...pant....ill haftuu....pant...pant....see you land....pant....pant....sometime...."

After a very extended rest in the humongous huddle of heft, her next eager bwoomping buddy came in the form of another visiting species, enormously powerful, rapidly inflating fire-breathing beasts, taking quite the liking for the whale-sized loaf of constant hunger-slaking. They of course, being naturally bigger still had discernable bodily features, and could wrap themselves across the 10 ton blubber ball and pleasure her from multiple angles, their toothy grins puckering up against her most sensitive folds, and their tails plunging into her nethers to do what dragons do best, and make those of smaller, and weaker standing scream and beg for mercy~

"Mmmmh....i must say.....you and your kind are absolutely perfect for us dragons to rest upon~" moaned their leader, his towering grey neck resting upon a terrace made up of scootaloos sloping softness. Her face frozen from so much pleasure, as she could do was pour waterfalls of sweat, and hyperventilate with arousal, as each anal excavating of the winged behemoths conjured a series of braps that could strip a segment of the everfree forest of its pine needles.

All through the days and night the corpulent creatures kept on coming, and the piles of blubber just kept on stacking. Scootaloo is in the ponderous position of being both incredibly close and incredibly far away from everything. Every ounce pushed their bodies closer together, yet further apart, that's why after a while, it became necessary for the unicorns to create personal portals around their roundabout jowls so they could better catch a glimpse of scootaloo as they scarfed down mass quantities with her.

Many more hours would pass of filling the air with musky equine gas, as well as scoots and her adoring landmasses filling themselves and each other up. Each one fatter and feistier than the rest, many of those scootaloo had been feasting with before going a second time, because just like their insatiable bottomless middles when it came to sustenance, they simply couldn't get enough of her. And perhaps two of the most eager to meet with the ever-cutened blob of orange creamsicle were the richest mares in town. Diamond tiara, and silver spoon......