Golly: a MLP weight gain story

The roly-poly pile of pudge that was scootaloo. Devouring pie after pie on top of one of many makeshift stages designed for anypony to roll up to and exhibit their eating skills, with plenty of room for others to join her in her juicy jiggly jamboree. And as scoots reached her doughy hooves into a cherry and blueberry pie bigger than his hunky head, and stained her gob with blotches of red and purple. She felt the sudden warmth of two barely mobile acquaintances scoot right up against his cutie-marked hide, and nuzzles their own impressively blubbery sides against the sign of a tri-colored shield with two crossed chicken legs on top of it.

Without hesitation, scootaloo took both his soft, squishy stubs and used them to dole out the magically reproducing pies on either side, as she snuggled into her first ever "fat sandwich" with a big blue, rainbow-maned blob with a multicolored lightning bolt on her flank as the first piece, and a fat, fluffy, feathery lump of a griffin as the second slice. For a while they gobbled and gorged in contented silence, savoring the taste of their abundant baked treats and their on the spot bonding, so much in fact, they each broke the ice, (and possibly the stage) with a set of bowel-disturbing FBBBBBBBBBRT's, a fanfare to greet each other, before either one of them started talking. "Mmmfff....hhhhi thuur, squeert~" the brash and bulky griffin greeted shoving multiple pies in her mouth at one time. "Gulp....gess you just heard my bae's "sonic rainboom"....HA, shes fuckin hilarious~!"

"Yeah....heh....sniff sniff....i never knew that this thing could do that" Scootaloo replied gently poking the blue blobs posterior with her pie-stained hoof. "My names scootaloo by the way....homf....." stuffing herself and her cool, caloric friends. "Scootaloo eh? I like it, ya cute lil dweeb" the gluttonous griffin affectionately called her, as she gently noogied her purple mane "names Gilda, and that's my marefriend rainbow dash"

"Lemme just say.... It's awesome to meet you lil guy" the rotund rainbow added, happily bumping her substantial backside against scoots, and sticking one tubby hoof out to tenderly jiggle her folds of fat "we must've been watching you eat for hours, how you just.....nomf.....tear apart pies like they were nothing, eating like a true champion out there....ompf......"

The slobby scootaloo blushed red as the cherry filling in her pies and swallowed another ten pounds worth "awwww thanks you two, i just.... Love to eat i guess" she humbly rejoined "and you two seem like amazing eaters too....hompf....nomf.....i mean lookat....gulp....nomf....you two go~! With her obese orange trotters still cramming their faces full of pie, just as they did for her.

"Well, that's mostly cuz we're modeling ourselves after you... Tho i don't know what it is, but we've always felt a bit...competitive" Gilda remarked, as the pudgy pair donned devious bedroom eyes and nuzzles their fuzzy tons of belly right up against scootaloo. More than ready to see who could mutually stuff each other more. A gut and butt of baby blue, and the marshmallowy lioness body squeezing their "golden idol" like she was an overripe orange.

That was probably the first time she had felt the tingling sensation of arousal deep within her nethers, a lust for her situation that could only be sated by simply doing what she already had, but more intense, and more extreme, with the style that her impassioned friends with benefits that they liked. "Ya know....ompf nomf....these pies are like.....slurp....slurp....the best thing I've had since scones....but have you.....gulp....ever tried...somthin spicy~?" Gilda proposed, as right next to all the pies, platters of buffalo wings and chili began to materialize.

"Cant say that i do....ompf.....nomf....but id love to try it~!" said Scoots, already digging into the piping hot wings, feeling a tangy sauce set her tongue on fire, in the best kind of way. Even when it made her face glow red and leave her panting and sweating like discord after a thousand years as a statue, she still kept chowing down on her plate, collecting another set of unique stains to her jowls, with a bright dark orange her smeared across her cheeks.

She could also see her fellow floor-scraping fatties turning red and panting for cool, crisp air. The smile already painted upon her just grew wider as she shoveled more into hers, and their maws. The tubby trio felt akin to dragons, practically breathing fire from their flabby five-alarm feast. And they weren't the only ones, a crowd of thousand-pound ponies waddled into frame, cheering on scoots and the corpulent couple she dined with.

After downing about ten bucket fulls of wings, and a few pails worth of chili, it was safe to say their fat-muffled cracks were shooting off with bouts of fiery farts like they were magic spells. All of them lapping their lips and licking each other's face in between wedging them full of juicy wings. At one point Gilda rigorously took her talons and kissed the orange blubberino right on her lips, long and slow. Before turning her around to her meaty mare friend to do the exact same, and the crowd went nuts. Seeing both of them give so much love to their favorite feaster, seeing her close her eyes and lose herself to the moment, not even questioning it. As they all tucked into the spicy, burning drumsticks of temptation, engaging in similar ribaldry.

"Ay, catch this hun~!" the doughball dash said, wobbling herself around, to flash her fattened fanny to scootaloo, and fill her face with the end result of too many endless wings. Billowing green gas filled her lungs, and she gladly buried her face in the caboose that blasted it, lapping up this obscene smelling ponut. And making her kindred blobby spirit moan through a maw full of wing sauce. Before Gilda parked her massive keister in front of Scootaloos half buried face, and did the same. Which got her to return the favor to both of them, scooching her cantankerous tangerine rump to their faces, and slapping booth their flabby faces with the jiggle of her cheeks caused by an extra spicy gut-busting fart~

"Ooooooohooo....celestial shit man, that was awesome~!" said Gilda, as she and her blubbery boo started clamoring to eat out the badonkadonk that just made the most fantastic sound and smell those ears had ever heard. "Sluuuurp....you said it, gilds....sluuurp" concurred Rainbow, already lapping up scootaloos spicy amrita, feeling the avian embouchure of Gilda helping her dig out scoots anus, and a pile of wings that just so happened to appear right inside of her clapping cheeks.

"Hufff...puff....woooooo~! Heh....say guys....pant...mmmmfff...after you eat these....wings....pant...pant...how do you....pant....nnnng.....cool off....pant?" scoots queried as she quivered in arousal from being eaten out so passionately. And from how piping hot her blubbery body was, and how much the crowd was cheering it all on. "Simple, lil buddy, we get us some crates full of somethin called "apple cider".....ompf....nomf....what is it you may ask?......nomf.....gulp....only the single best drink this planet's got tah offer~!" dash praised, as a huge barrel full of the drink appeared right in front, and right in the back of scootaloo.

With no hesitation, she started to tenderly suck the tap of the magically refilling barrel, enthralled by how the crisp, alcoholic beverage soothed her burning maw, savage flames all doused by the fizzy nectar of the fruit. She sighed in between gulps, letting off a few more sour cheek-rippling blasts of "wing wind" Gilda and Dash's way, who were also slurping a barrel full of the cider at a time. "Mmmmh....you guys are right, this stuffs delicious" Scoots replied, feeling himself grow quite a bit intoxicated from the deadly combination of wings and cider churning in her massive walk-in cauldron.

The next hour or so was spent in intense flaming passion, the tubby planksnapping trio taking turns devouring each other's buffalo covered nethers, stuffing one another with piles of wings, and chugging barrels of cider to cool off their blubbery butter pats of bodies. All the whole leaking the salty sticky reduction that came from such passion. Which could be seen and smelt splashed across the audience as well. All of them eventually nodding off before the sun even set. Leaving scootalard, rainblob dash, and glut-da to roll right into each others shared embrace, sweat pouring from every fold, milt leaking from their flab hidden flowers, and tenderly feeling each other as they chewed on the last few wings of the night.

"Th-UUUUUUUUUUUUUURP-man, that was fun, thanks for introducing me to this stuff~" scootaloo thanked her two adipose aunt-like figures, smothering them both in sloppy smooches. "FBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRT.....nnng....anytime, scoots honey" Rainbow affectionately replies, smacking her big blue lips and spice-battered chins against scootaloos flabby orange face, running her hooves through her mane that had been greased from the days events.

And pressing her warm, tender, kneading talons upon scoots lardy loins, she spooned her sides and asked "say, doughball, you think ya wanna head to our place and maybe hog some more of these wings~?" to which she lapped her muzzle and replied "heck yeah, where do you guys live?" herself digging her putty-like hooves into Gilda's fluffy bean bag of a belly. "Oh that....it's uhhh, right over there" her talon pointing to a stunning three-story mansion, decked with crystal blue paint and decked with a few thatched designs, its appearance grand, yet looks as grungy and as unkempt as the duo was. And the cloud itself floating only a couple feet from the ground.

Gilda and dashie rubbed their jowls right up against scootaloo and gave her devious bedroom eyes, eager to lift this solid ton of tangerine tub onto their rickety undersized cot and make the night itself jiggle. And that's what they set out to do, like two thieves in the night, they grunted and strained as they reached their greedy hooves under the plush paunch of scootaloo, and slowly they lifted her up to their chests, standing atop their hind legs, they swayed and wobbled. Panting at their and her robustness.

"Heh....there we go ya big....lug....huff....puff....thought wed do....somethin....huff....romantic....for you....pant....pant~" squawked Gilda, as she and rainbow slowly waddled their way offstage with their two thousand pound cargo, and the identical amount of sauce stained weight that wrapped around the both of them. That along with being quite intoxicated from all that sweet apple acres chronic, they staggered left and right all the way to the dank and refuse covered mansion.

Eventually, they arrived at their makeshift bedroom at the first floor, with the stench of unwashed flab and griffon musk pervading throughout the house, especially around their sweat-soiled queen sized matresses, the landing pad for which scootaloo would most certainly be tossed upon as the duos hocks began to buckle under their flab, and their tails sunk down to the dirt floor below, hidden by a layer of misty fart clouds.

"Alright, big gal.....pant...pant...on the count of three, were gonna throw you onto the beds," said Dash, as she struggled to keep scootaloos slippery bulk above her shoulders. Their corpulent cargo blushing and giggling feeling her gorging partners rock her back and forth in preparation to swing her into their unglamorous twin cots.

"Here we go....pant....one....huf.....two....huff....thrrreeee~!" they shouted in unison, lobbing scootaloo onto the comfy sweat-soaked pads below, the impact making her frantically jiggle all over, like a jello in an earthquake, the divets of fat on her belly and plot rippled and slapped, prompting moans of bothersome pleasure while her body remained in meaty motion, even after she was snug on their squishy grey beds.

At the same time, gildough and rainblob dash fell to their flab buried knees and plopped down on either side of scootaloo, all of them drooling and neighing, sticking their flabby appendages into one another and trading sultry kisses and panting hot wing scented breath and belches onto each other, and ripping big hot ones right against each others landsliding blubber. "Smoooch.....awww fuck....were so....heavy~" Gilda remarked, lost in the pleasure of feeling up so much tonnage just like everypony else.

And though they were practically flightless, they each flapped their wings with sheer arousal, as a substitute for a hard-on, and to waft the various smells lurking in the dark, musty room. Their mutually romantic way to say goodnight to each other, being too tired from all this heavy lifting and fervent abuse of their bowels to speak it. As the three of them fell asleep in each other arms, and snored sonorously in a dreamless sleep. Before the dawn sent them back up to their job of feasting as rapidly and as stylishly as possible.