Golly: a MLP weight gain story

Taking a seat upon the dew-stricken grass, the draconquis took in the planet he had created, the majestic sights and sounds, the tranquility, the picture perfect beauty, and as was in his chaotic nature. Tried to figure out a unique element of controlled chaos to introduce to this land. "Now let's see....fish that breath fire and make barbeque? Short giraffes with accounting firms....breakdancing goats and Corriedale rams who form mosh pits?"

Then he got the idea, an arousing idea. The draconuquis got a wonderful, arousing idea. Sitting there while a big long appendage grew in the middle of his lap, filling him with self-satisfied glee. He couldn't help but stroke right there by the lakeside in the middle of nowhere. Relishing in its scaly smooth contours.

Oh, it wasn't his dick, it was his scaly red tail. His other "appendage" he pleasured with his own magic.

With one zap of his talon, he summoned the appearance of many ponies and creatures whom he had met and became acquainted with over the years. Gilda, rainbow dash, twilight, spike, sweetie belle, apple bloom, applejack, rarity, Fluttershy, pinkie, lyra, bon bon, octavia, vinyl scratch, stralight glimmer, trixie, shining armor, cadence, chrysalis, some yaks, some dragons, diamond tiara, silver spoon, the student six, Celestia, luna, and finally, scootaloo. The chubby, orange, tiny-winged mare he was especially interested in. As she ravenously grazed a patch of grass by the river.

These creatures looked and sounded exactly like their real life counterparts, with the catch that they had no prior memory to who they are or what they were doing here, and hunger.....yearning hunger, hunger the likes of which could smother planets in an avalanche of galactic glut in the span of mere months. And that was his desire, to see their hunger constantly fulfilled, to see them eating and growing, eating and growing, on an endless indelible loop.

"Now....do I want to make them compete with one another....." he pondered, still stroking his tail considering this chaotic path "hmmmmm, probably not, the last time ive made spirits compete in eating they devoured a whole pocket dimension, and I do NOT want to do time for that again.....but what if....i were to make them all....friendly, and have them want to eat together for show~?"

His own curiosity stoked, he snapped his fingers, watching as his personal fattening farm of ponies began too mingle with one another, and stuff each other with the succulents that were magically appearing before them, cakes, pies, cookies, pizzas, donuts, all appearing on the ground, some in pairs, other in piles, all available to the chubby horse folk who were already gaining flabby chops and bellies that hung to their knees.

After a while of the pudge-bound ponies gorging and grazing the good, sugary earth before them. They started collecting big piles of succulents surrounding them and rolling them onto stumps and stones all across the still and tranquil wilderness, pairs of mares and stallions sat, silently chowing down on their gluttonous meal, bumping quickly expanding plots and licking muzzles in between feasts, gathering small crowd of their equally obese friends, fascinated by something as simple as eating a pile of hayburgers while watching somepony else do the same.

Discord hornily studied the growing landscape, pound after pound plumping up the corpulent cobs. Flanks displaying cutie marks they had no clue what they were for, blowing up and touching the ground before them, as were their pot bellies now pushing up against their stubby plush legs. And their front filling out with second chins, sizeable jowls, and adorably stuffed chipmunk-like cheeks. Docile chattel. Eating and talking and exploring each other with slight reluctance and embarrassment. Yet plenty of passion.

Scootaloo seemed to be the main attraction of this world, most ponies gathering around to see scootaloo ravenous inhale morsel after morsel, fascinated by the style, the technique in which he did it, challenging every meal like it was a duel between the seventh platter, and this 700 or so pound mare with her belly spilling out between her lap, and blubbery "bat wings" wobbling in time with her arms shoveling her enemy down the hatch without even a second thought.

"Mmmmfff....why discord, even for you was a delectably chaotic idea you've had~" Discord monologued to himself, summoning a couple of ghostly hands to give himself a round of applause "Just look at this gorgeous creature, eating like there's no tomorrow, with no restraint or care for any dietary concerns, a competitive devourer, yet not trying to outshine anypony other, my influences are often far more conniving and churlish than this, yet its chaotic wholesomeness makes my heart swell," he said as his own heart begin to balloon to thrice its size, making a weird organ shaped lump within discords solar plexus. "And that's not the only intense swelling...." he added, pointing to another organ currently covered up by a black bar, which he peeked under, turning to the reader and finishing with "ohohoh, i'm going to need some popcorn....with EXTRA butter~"

It was quite a while of rubbing and tugging to his waddling equine molds of jello shaking and jiggling as they meandered to the next meal and the next show of someone eating, before the horned-up draconequus finally decided to construct a little village for them, much akin to a town he was quite familiar with, by the name of ponyville, a simple, charming, agrarian town with a carousel shaped boutique, a place to store a lot of the generated sweets called "sugarcube corner" a hollowed out tree filled with books called "golden oaks", and a sizable farm and apple orchard called "sweet apple acres" many landmarks which he knew would eventually be trampled under blubber, but not before he had his fun slowly fattening his clueless subjects up.

With all that taken care of, all Discord had to do was ensure the ponies could still be mobile no matter what size they aimed for, whether magic, flight, or special muscles built within the zaftig flab of the equine undercarriages so they could roll and/or bounce to wherever they wanted to go. And out of interest of familiarity, he assigned homes to each of his rising souflees of pastel paunch. And gave them a few activities, so they wouldn't get too bored of eating and gaining all the time. Which they seldom did of course....