Golly: a MLP weight gain story

At this point in the planet's timeline, one could point to this as the moment where everything truly became out of hand, but before it really could, there was at least an unseen authority, watching over the planet, unaware of why they were here just as much as the rest of the mounts of sinking blubber, but nonetheless knew they were some kind of rulers. These were Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna, fabled royalty who raised the sun and the moon of this humbly fattening planet. Which groaned and strained from the weight of its own populous, and would soon have to be magically expanded just to keep them within the atmosphere.

Indescribably large blobs of white and dark blue flesh were wedged into a warehouse built underneath a cliffside, where the ruins of their former dwelling of canterlot hung haphazardly over. Silently, they glutted themselves with multiple tubes full of buttery cake batter from both ends of their doughy dilating frames.

Their fronts were a mushy, sweaty, clay-like collection of jowls and rolls, each one larger than the last, all of them acting like rings of a mishapen fleshy target, all leading to their fat buried faces, sunken under a foot of fat, requiring both of them to flip the stacks of buttock-like flab above to catch of glimpse of anything, which was usually for naught, since very little interrupted the flow of their extravagant stuffing's.

And behind them were astonishing globes of gluteal heft, so large they stretched the length of a hoofball field, and filled up the corner of their warehouse/palace from the floor to the ceiling, all the oppressive bulk of booty threatened to bring the walls behind them down, exposing the overbaked loaves to the blistering heat of the fart tainted humidity outside.

Their cutie marks stretched out for perhaps a mile, covering bulbs and folds resembling colored in crop circles from afar. And their arms, whilst the stumps were quite visible, were still utterly buried within their own paunch-ridden property. The one thing that truly stuck out in the hall of the walls of white and blue, were their long, sparkly, cascading manes, which flowed down all the way to the floor below, in almost every sense, they were simply immense.

As time flew by, the two tremendously tubby sisters kept a close eye of Scootalard, studying her enthusiasm, her lovability, her gluttony, her eructations, for many moons now, they had known Scootaloo had the making to be the leader of a world such as theirs, where all that matters is eating and feeding and growing, and the stuffed satisfaction of your fellow pony, especially growing him or her to the umpteenth power.

Luckily there was just about enough room left in the palace for scootaloo to be teleported into, as chubbylestia, and princess moon-pig conjured the same magic they used to move their respected celestial bodies across their planet, to lift Scootaloo up from her Kilimanjaro-sized pet paradise, and within the confines of their monolithic palace, to bestow upon her the title of queen.

As scootaloo awoke in a daze brought on from the food and frolicking with hundreds of dogs and cats the day before, she slowly let her senses come back to her. It took her a decent five minutes just to properly adjust to the naked light outside of her own tunneling fat to see the toppling mountains of tub. With the fog of their own feeding tubes and seeping flatulence giving them the resemblance of overfed angels, come down to greet our cooper-colored colossi, as she yawned and clacked her drooling chops.

"Wh....whureemeye....wh....whuereyuu....?" she lazily asked, jostling every fold that wasn't too fat for her nervous system to reach. The two circular holes within these city-sized islands of flesh were magnified via summoned portals, better displaying the face and the first 8 chins of Celestia and Luna, for preferential vis-Ã -vis interaction with their loyal subject.

"Mmmh....scootaloo.....we are overjoyed.....tuu meet you.....gulp....gulp....face to face.....mmh.... we've heard such.....gulp....gulp....incredible things....about you" Celestia said, telepathically communicating her speech to her, save an empty mouth to speak them with. "My sister and i......gulp....gulp....have been observing you....from afar....for many days.....eating....an feeding.....with the citizens of Ponyville....gulp.....gulp.....your eagerness and drive have.....inspired us all....to be so big.....gulp....gulp"

"Wow....hufff....huff.....you really think....huff....pant....i can be....cuh...redited.....for all that....huff....huff...stuff.....?" she panted, every breath so laborious now from her lungs being so deep within her mountainous sweat-billowing folds. And the miles of windpipe that craved air, if it wasn't for discord's chaotic magic, many of these ponies wouldn't make it past a thousand pounds let alone these shapeless stacks of tonnage.

"Indeedeth.....we can....gulp....gulp" Luna spoke up in a commanding yet gentle voice. "Thou has proved herself.....gulp.....gulp......to be a leading force.....gulp.....gulp......in everything this planet.....gulp.....gulp......standth for.....gulp.....gulp......" as they explained ghostly hooves appeared before scootalard, and begin to massage the various folds and crevasses he had acquired, fellating and fondling from every end of her expansive waistline.

"Gulp.....gulp.....one is truly a marvelous.....gulp.....gulp......orange....expanse....that shines brighter......gulp.....gulp......than even....my sun....and therefore.....gulp.....gulp......we have decided......gulp.....gulp......tuuh make you....the leader....off this....realm.....gulp.....gulp......" Celestia finished, as she battered the heap of undulating blubber with gentle hooves, kneading and trotting all over the folds of her back, her cheeks, her crack, and her irresistibly fattened fupa.

"Ooooomph...ooooooh.....i don't know what to say....i'm....incredibly honored~" she moaned from having all-over heavy petting, and enflamed sweat pouring down her crevasses from her nethers being prodded by armies of invisible hoof steps. "Thankth you both....for this honor....huff.....huff....but...don't i need a horn....like you two have....."

"We've already.....gulp.....gulp......thought of that......ahead of time.....gulp.....gulp......close your eyes....and be still....as you shall be as we are......gulp.....gulp......an alicorn~!" she announced, a beam of bright yellow energy burst from her lard-buried horn, the lightspeed rays went straight into folds over scoots forehead, leaving her entire being a frantic jiggle, both from the magnitude of the blast, and the orgamsic pleasure of thousands of hooves copping a feel of her town-wide privates at the same time.

And from that thunderous flab-shaking came a large, long twisted horn, spouting from her purple flowing mane like a straw in a glass of punch. 8 solid inches holding practically limitless magic, with the powers within Scootaloo could do whatever she wanted without even having to request it. As the sisters would soon explain.

".....gulp.....gulp......now....with these powers we....give....to you.....gulp.....gulp......comes immense responsibilities.....gulp.....gulp......wee advise....that you only.....gulp.....gulp......uuse your.....powers....tuu help others....and aid them.....ass you have done.....gulp.....gulp......soo often beefore.....gulp.....gulp......" even as celestia explained, scootaloos horn crackled with the static of abundant power, as right outside, she had magically changed all the clouds in the sky to rolling hills of cotton candy, which down poured a rain of delicious milk chocolate and struck lightning bolts of lemon mousse.

Both celestial bodies of corpulance, telepathically knowing what transpired behind their palace walls, burst out into jovial laughter so joyous they nearly let the blubber that encapsulated their massive meaty mugs fall down upon them. Al this through hoses of batter pumping at the speed of a stock car in their bellies, making miniature sonic rainbooms that further filled out every angle and curve "HA HA HA HA HA....oooh, dear luluuuu...looks like she already has it figured out~" she deduces, taking the opportunity to nuzzle both luna and Scootaloo through their shared facial portals.

"Ha ha ha ha HAAAAA, I quite concur....dear sistur.....she has truly been born for this role~!" she declares, commanding the hooves that caressed every sopping metric ton of Scoots gelatinous frame pull itself out and join together to give a standing ovation to Scootaloo, burying her in praise as much as she was buried in calories. "Ooooh if we were far smaller ponies, we would prance around in joy for you, queen scootaloo, oooh, which reminds me, we best get you prepared for coronation!" exclaimed Luna, doing the several hundred-ton equivalent of jazz hands, with hooves that could not be seen under ponds of distorted shoulder paunch.

"Mmmmff....you got it, ladies....bhut first....." a blast of sparkly light show from scootaloos brand new blubber-hidden horn, forked into two, and slapped both Celestia and Luna with a funky set of magic, which resulted in big, black rubbery lips rapidly swelling right before their eyes. Which made it impossible for them to verbally speak, but made it much easier to keep their oral grasp on the violently torrenting tubes of batter they suckled from. As scootaloo expounded "i thought you two would look sexy with reeeal big lips~" though their big, black, bimbofied lips couldn't quite express it, the ultra-soft siblings smirked to each other, already ecstatic at what their glorious leader had in store for them.

The coronation went off without a hitch, with attendance of only three. And made specifically for feasting and gorging, as they have done since the inception of the planet, the mountainous upland of orange blubber fractured the ground beneath her, leaving concerning cracks like those left from the aftermath of an enormous sinkhole. Indelible dents were being made upon the ground scootalard chose to lumber upon, an yes, she still could move at this rate, even at what was coming up to thousands of tons. And what was now towering over actual mountains, and torrenting through valleys like oceans of smooze.

All the while, there was still the wobbling alcove of adipose at the epicenter, and a muzzle clamoring to fit ginormous editions of her favorite food, created with the limitless magic of her horn. She floated each jumbo-sized portion around her, revolving like moons of a distant planet, so cumbersome and large they cast a shadow over her rolling moors of caboose corpulence. Before all of it was magically zapped lock stock and barrel behind her ever-widening cheeks. A perfect way for her to expand post haste, whilst savoring all the flavors she had come to love over her tenure on this planet.