Golly: a MLP weight gain story

Hitching a ride on a fourteen-acre slice of triple cheese pizza, discord flew gracefully closer to the maw of one of his proudest creations. The culmination of his boredom and depraved desires realized in the vast expanse of mare before his kooky yellow eyes. Clearing his throat, he plopped his exquisite derriere upon the far edge of the slice and wriggled it all around like a slutty little rodent, and called out "Oh YOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO, scota-LOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOO~" catching the attention of the nonending motormouth herself. As her kisser locked directly on the beefy brown package of the devious draconequis. "Oooooh, how saucy of you, I haven't felt such a rush to my loins since The Late Heavy Bombardment~" he complimented, as he changed back into his sleek, noodle-like self.

Within an instant, discord was wrapped inside a serpentine coil just inches away from scootaloos muzzle, staring face to face with devilish eyes, before settling them to a friendly, yet self-satisfied smirk "oh...hohohoho....where ARE my manners, care for a refreshment, not that you have an infinite supply of them already" he asks, conjuring up decanter of whisky and a box full of Cuban cigars. "Lemme gess.....nomf.....ompf....nuther......fan~?" Scootaloo simply answered, still with the enthusiasm of before, yet a calm, relaxed tone, as nothing was surprising her at this rate, especially with her entire frame rising faster than a lake of yeast could do to her.

"Ahh, you're so clever, aren't you...." he sarcastically answered, reaching into his own special cloaca to pull out a business card that read "discord- spirit of chaos, former troublemaker, Ogres & Oubliettes enthusiast, aid to equestrian royalty"

"Pleasure to meet you, my dear, overstuffed creation" giving several kisses to scootaloos cheeks like a Russian would "Speaking of creations....that is what brings me to the summit of your cliffs of jowls, first of all, i congratulate you on becoming queen of your planet, my hat goes off to you" as he took off one of his mismatched horns and tipped it as if it were a hat. "And second of all, i came to enlighten you on your origins"

"Mmmf.....okay.....duu yuu mind iff eye....zap sum magic.....nomf....gulp....while yuuu dooo thet....." she asked, speaking with a mouth filled with stringy mozzarella from the stuffed crust she was still yet to digest. Discord merely shook his head and replied "i see no reason why not" as he coiled up once more and conjured a big, red, ornate book, and flipped through its encyclopedic pages, while Scootaloo shot random bursts of chaotic energy through the world, turning the grass to peppermint, and to make random mountainous mares lactate butterscotch.

"Ahem.....far away from this dimension, is a planet called equus, it is a planet of peace and harmony, fought for by elements of magic and harmony against many a foe and nere-do-well, one of this formerly being myself" he admitted, shrinking in size out of guilt and shame, before continuing with his explanation.

"Now, the ponies and creatures that you have seen and interacted with in this vast, expanding land, are all based loosely on the personalities and appearance of the ponies in this world, you being based off a filly by the same name, who desires to fly, but lacks the wing size for proper flight, which never stops him from trying, his sprit was based on her" as she explained, footage of a much slimmer scootaloo, working a flat board with a handle and zipping it all over ponyville, kicking up dust and flapping her miniscule wings with great determination.

"Woooow....suuuu, dhats whuuu.....i wus....bhased own....gulp....gulp...." asked scootaloo, a little nonplussed at this greatly slimmer version of her, taking flight off a ramp with her trusty scooter, before landing back on the ground without so much as a jostle to kilter her balance. "Absolutely correct, and that's another thing, both your names come from the little metal vehicle she rides" prompting Discord to morph into a scooter and do a few kick flips across Scoots banks of facial blubber.

All this grinding and skirting gave scootaloo an idea, conjuring up more of her magic, she grunted and sputtered, and shot four blasts of magic that all shot into the undercarriages of the mile-covering beast. Like magic, she could feel a set of hundred-foot wheels growing underneath her, a crop of the once lush flora being carved into the shape of a scooter board, and finally, a monolithic tower of a pole, sprouting two handles arose before scootaloos nook of fat nubs.

"Sniff....chaos after my own heart....sniff" Discord said, welling up with pride and blowing into a hankie, as scootaloo shifted her trajectory ever so slowly, like a rocket set to be launched into orbit, as her thousands of tons of orange blubber flapped backward as it clung to the scooter tilting to pop the worlds largest wheelie!

The land beneath her tore open, taking a range of hills with it, pulling them up from the ground below and leaving only the cracked, brown mantle below the continental crust. Scootaloo zapped and changed to strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles.

The forty-five-degree angle of scootaloos ungodly airborne blubber made her cry out a cowboy holler through the haze of an island-sized chocolate cake being teleported to her land- carpeting corpulence, her breadth so vast it spilled a bit out of the makeshift state-wide scooter she wheelied with. All the while she worked her horn like a gatteling gun, shooting indiscriminate blasts of chaotic food-based magic wherever it would land. With oodles of portals summoned so she could see the impact for herself.

Many of which were merely weight gain blasts, to magically expand all of her fellow land crushers, watching them expand upwards of a thousand more feet every minute, herself included. Her friends were all lost in a mindless hedonistic state of permanent embiggening, craggles of cellulited folds appeared to crinkle their already enamored frames and make them even less recognizable as living beings. Their cutie marks stretched to such astronomical proportions they looked like mere faded engravings.

The ponies who seemed to show the most enjoyment in her magical command center were those like twilight, spike, pinkie, Fluttershy, her fellow CMC, lyra, and bon bon, who was currently at the closest proximity to her at the moment. The stained sewer grate of plushness that was twilight moaned and moaned in between smooching her beloved assistant's toothy maw, hr skyscraping enormity shuddered intensely as it shot a hot, quintuple geyser of greasy milt from her lust enflamed ponut, even buried under a mile of craggy cushioning couldn't stop her from blasting hard and long enough to cover an entire set of alps that lay just underneath.

Fluttershy practically set off a nuclear cluster of cum, colliding with a superfluously large backup of farts in her system, creating a clash that had the same effect as splitting atoms, basting a mushroom cloud of brown, green, and white over the landscape of hundreds of equally expanding pets, who all relished in the smells that their mountainously softened Shepard made, and the rains of discharge that dripped freely into their maws, along with the chocolate rain already flooding the smooth divets of their bodies, which were creating lakes and rivers worth of milk chocolate upon their backs.

Her bulging, basted cheeks told it all, her eyes half closed and pupils dilated as she endured this infinite cluster bomb of indulgence pleasure, her tiny mouth drooling in pure fervor, not even trying to hold back whatever was stored within her, as she was too fat to control her own body in the first place, by this size, the flab was in control, and her along with the rest of the equestrians minds were simply along for the ride.

The expansion wasn't the only spell she specialized in, Scootaloo also poofed the manes of several ponies to make them on par with the rest of the countryside waistlines of the ponies, especially pinkie pie, who could feel her flab-buried forehead tingle as the rest of her meager vision was blotted out by the rampant explosion of her cotton candy mane, which burst out in all directions like a grenade full of hair, eventually the omnidirectional hair-splosion left an equally enormous slab of poofy pink mane flowing atop and behind the tubby terrain of her sweat-soaked back.

Many of the blasts also greatly increased the flatulence and eructations of her circle of ever-growing friends, sweetie belle and Applebloom particularly were swamped with the pulse of an infinite spray of steady green plumes into the atmosphere, the stinging smell driving itself into their flab-buried nostrils, and bothering their nethers via the tidal wave of wet brap juices leveling them constantly.

The same could be said for Lyra and Bon Bon, only they were in even hotter circumstances, their acres of heft now permanently sealed together, with an excess of candied oats having their blubbery cheeks pressed up against one another, sealing them to a fate of nuzzling each other and breathing in their own nauseous burps as their own bodies buried them deeper and deeper, with only Lyra's horn lighting the sticky pocket of blob belches.

All the while, discord noshed on a jumbo bucket of popcorn and shot off ropes of his silly string all over scootalards top three jowls. The pleasure of seeing her indulge in such disorderly hedonism made it impossible for him to abstain from sweet release "oh ho hoo, this is absolutely priceless~!!!! I root for team Fluttershy!" he added, holding up a yellow striped scarf and waving a flag depicting her flabby ahegaoing face with his own meaty mast.

In the midst of this 24/7 stream of enveloped fat faces, Discord had a look at a digital watch, which displayed the foreshadowingly fat face of cozy glow, beeping and repeating the phrase "get in mah belleeeh!!!" on repeat. "Oh great heavens, is that the time??" as he retracted the sticky ropes of milt from his pocket rocket like it was a roll of measuring tape. "Id love to stay and spill a bit more seed with you, but i have to go and set up preparations for a very special resident soon to be arriving to your planet. Toodle-lo for now" he explained, planting a thousand lipstick smooches on scootalards waves of overflowing head fat before exit: stage left-ing out of her line of vision, leaving her once more to snack on her never-ending quantities of food, and feed all her friends the same glorious amount.

With nothing left to do but eat, and expand, she drifted off to a cozy cumbersome snooze to the muffled dialogue of all her friends in uncontrollable orgasmic bliss, frying their brains into mere fatty bao buns, leaving nothing but the thoughts of growing large in their heads. Their speech patterns slowed down to a proverbial halt.

"Mmmmh....must.....gruuuuw....fffffhhaaattuuuuurrr......"

"Yeeeees....keep....eateeenng....nomf....ompf....keeep....BRRRRRRRRRMMMMPPPPPTTT .....gruuueeeng.....angulll....or shuuld i call yuuu.....mmmm....messsiah~!!!"

"Yy.....uuuuuuuurp....yyy......ompf....nomf....yyyy.....gulp....gulp....yeeeeeee yyy.....mooore....ffffhaaat..."

"Smoooch.....mmmmffff....luuv......youuuuuu......fffrrrrrbbbrbrrtttt......"

"Llllve....yuuuuu.....nnnnng.....ttt....mmmmfff....ttttooooo......pppppprrrffftt ttt....."

"Wub.....wub....wub....mrrrree....beeeeeats.....wub....wub"

"Ccccorupleeennntt....mrrres.....nomf....ompf.....clooooob....fff....fbbbbbbrt.. ....fuh....evuuuur.....uuuuuuuuuurp...."