Golly: a MLP weight gain story

"Ahem...washt.....UUUUUUUUUUUUURP......anybhody....gonna tell ush....shcoot was here...!?" a booming voice dripping with arrogance and melted cheese said from the very back of the overfed throngs, everypony ungainly turned their blubber to the far end of ponyville, where stood a pony with the appearance of a threadless plush land ship covered in pink, once a much brighter shade, but made darkened and dirtied from the utter lack of bathings and constant nonending blasts of green into the atmosphere.

Scootaloo could just about make her out even with her invasive padded cheeks beginning to squeeze her eyelids shut on either side, slowly forming the appearance of a face fat tunnel. Her face was still quite noticeable from such a distance. Rolls of intricate greasy hutt-like blubber dangling down. The bulbs of fat streaked with hot melted gorgonzola. And each fold containing loose, leftover donuts, stale pizza slices, and half-eaten hot dogs. One of which was being sucked down diamonds muzzle so fast it practically popped out of existence. And of course, a tiara above her head, to suggest that she was a pony of untold importance and that she was the one who should be crowded by and adored.

This breathing cliffside of corpulence then let her jaw unhinge and drool mustard onto her massive catch-all bibs of chins. Cocking her recognizable bit of face, she began to pant ravenously, like a starved wolf, as she sifted through a sea of rainbow rotundness, moving with the likeness to a battleship, heading straight for the blobby sunset that was scootaloo. The sounds of her moaning and her tremendous rectal smokestack billowing from her mountainous goldmine of an ass sounding just like the horn of an ocean liner. Which caught even the equally engorged scootaloo off guard.

And of course, joining her on the maiden voyage outside of their enormous mansion just outside of the town limits was her faithful wife, the braided hair naval ship of blubber, silver spoon. Working several gritty jowls and a constant stream of sausage links down her gullet, she nuzzled her spoiled sweetheart as they dragged their heavenly crafts of fat through choppy waters of flatulent pastel excess. Going off like dormant volcanoes as they were scraped by either the tantalizing stained sides of the dominating duo. Their cutie-marked hindquarters were big enough for an ursa major to slumber upon, or the truly immense mounds of constantly lactating breasts affixed to their unimaginable undersides.

The sputtering mess they left behind quickly filled up the makeshift canal the ponies had formed to let diamond and silver through, creating a canal filled to the top chins with delicious breast milk, to which the quaggy fellowship of beach-size blobs were more than happy to sip and slurp up, as they waited patiently to see what an encounter with three of the most important figures in their fast-growing landscape shaping town would result in.

Luckily, they wouldn't have to wait for much longer, because the resulting overflowing of the mares mushy mounds of mammaries led to the duo of moving pudge ridges being pushed by a tidal wave of creamy white milk, straight into the once and future queen of eating, like the iceberg to the titanic. They crashed together in slow motion, the very tips of their stained spongy blubber bumping together before the chain reaction brought all that collateral jiggle up to their middles, past every fold and jowl, until finally, it ceased at their multi-ton faces, three fixtures of jowls slapped and smooched one another, making them vibrantly dance and slide across one another's flesh. A tango of tub, if you will.

And of course, it wasn't long before the midday sun and the core temperatures of these overworked heaps of helpings beaded sticky, sappy sweat that meshed and stuck their folds together. And pulled them into a tender, passionate, three-way kiss, the logic of their cellulited sandbags of cheeks be damned. Their eyes locked along with their kissers. The crowd behind them stood silent, knowing whatever they were seeing behind the great walls of crinkly fat tissue was the stuff of legends. Ones to write home about if any of them could write let alone feel their own hooves.

Being the lady she was, Scootaloo cordially tried to introduce herself to the posh plush tanks of tubb, in between restless tongues rolling in each other's oral cavities "hhh...hhhii....ihm schootalhooo.....yuu must bhee...." her introductions instantly interrupted by the doughy diamond, who scoffed at the notion of anything that impeded the mountainous hedonism she and silver spoon had charted the course for. "Dhaimund thiara....and dhis is muh....luuvly whife....shilver.....mmmf....shpoon.....fbbbbbbbbbbbrt......iht ish a wunderfhul privuledge....mmmph....fur yoo....schlurp....schlurp....tuh mheet ussh here....."

"Thankth....yuuu.....im qhuite....honuured....schlorp....gulp.....tuu meet ennyphony really....specihally....mmmff.....phonies dhat appeer.....tuh bhe....sclourp....as imurthant....ash.....yershelves....schlorp...." scootaloo slowly replied, a she felt herself and everyone else rapidly gaining faster than before, even without a constant stream of never-ending feed hooked up to them. "Yiiis....ash yuuu shuld be....nomf....ompf.....fhat fhlank....~" Silver Spoon added, the magical stream of food still filling their overworked bear-sized cheeks even as they practiced a bit of tonsil buckball.

"Schlorp....schlorp....lhets chut....tuuh dhe chase....gulp....nomf...ompf.....off why wee came....ooompf....haah...haah.....wee ure....mmmph....dhe richest....phonies....huff....huff....in....sclrop....de wurld....an....haaah....gulp.....nomf.....we chame down....nomf...gulp...sclorp.....tuuh ashk yuuu...tuuh....gulp....gulp....shtay.....with oos....fur.....une....night....n....gulp....schlorp....nomf....bringth....yer pets.....ahlong...." diamond explained, her voice still coming through the barrage of tonguing and stuffing, and rampant flatulence that was now echoing into the corpulent vista behind. And to sweeten the proposal made, silver spoon added "n....huff....hufff....wee hhave....oooomph....all dhe dogs....gulp....gulp....n chats....guuuuurgle.....yuu culd....omf....slurp.....dhesiiire....schlurp....ghulp...."

Their numerous feet of blubber undulated and gyrated to seduce their much-beloved superstar to accept their offer, but remembering all the cuddles and kisses she gave and received from only having one of each set of blubbery dog and cat as they rested on her tons of blubber bedding, there was just about no way she was going to refuse that offer.

"Ssshure....thing....pant....wheeze....schlurp....i theenk....gulp.....gulp....whinnnona....n....ophal....ure....beehind mhe....." she replied, unable to see anything past the twin sinkholes of flesh grinding against her numerous rolls and chins. She called out to her equally doughy plethroas of pet pudge, who at the moment were serenading one another with howls and meows as they were being fed mythical string of kibble and cake. Slapping and rubbing their fluffy hill-ish bellies together. "Whuus....my....slurp....schlurp....guud ghiiiirls....haah....chome along now....hufff....gulp....where goeeng....haah....tuuh....schleeep.....nomff....ompf....ovveeer.....tuunight.... "

....fast forward to tomorrow morning, after Scootaloo had been gorged and fondled as a guest of honor, engaging in enormous mountainous coitus in the fattened lap of luxury, and slept off another couple of digits added to the trio's total weight. Which was easily in the hundred-ton category by now. She was given her reward for the impassioned one-night stand. No less than 400 mightily mounting doughy piles of doggy and kitty paunch. Whom upon meeting their brand new owner, jumped into elated hysterics, all of them shuffling their shipyards of blubber to their brand new owner to smother her in cuddles and kisses. Blobs of fur of all shades and thicknesses banded together in mollycoddling scoots and her ground trembling spheres of equine excess.

All Scootaloo could do in this blissful pet paradise was laugh her cute, cuddly chins off, and mimic the joyful sounds her fluffy bags of flab made "hahahahaha.....ruff ruff!....meoooooooooww.....so many good booooys, haha haaaaaa, i love you all so much!" her body wriggling and wobbled around, nuzzling into every dog and cat that got a chance to hug her astonishing mass and lap her face which grew fatter and sunk further in by the moment.

Meanwhile, dia-mound tiara and sugar spoon lazed around with mouths crammed full of pizza, sandwiches, cookies, burgers, ice cream, and anything else rich in calories and low in nutritional value. Relishing in the night they shared with their cute and cuddly monolith of meat. Clapping their ultra-fattened nethers together, creating a flooded rainforest with their lactations, and the misty downpour of their sweat upon the forest behind them.

"Mmmmmmph....schwee-tie.....yuu think....grrrrmble.....thee....wurlds....ooooooomph....gttting.....fbbbbbbbrt... ..smallluuur....." silver spoon suddenly asked, as they both felt their powerhouses of mountainous paunch expand with wild abandon, towering over the now tit milk-stained pines below.

"Mmmmmph....iii....ffffink....suuuu....brrrrrrrrrrrrmmmppppttt....bayyyyy....mmm ph....beee..." replied Diamond, as she stared lovingly into Silver Spoon's gaze. Relishing every moment they spent glutting and gorging in this paradise and hearing the background noise of barks, woofs, purrs, grumbles, farts, and other clamorous sounds that came from the activity of grotesquely surfeited plots of living land.....