Golly: a MLP weight gain story

When scootaloo was not on a stage publicly stuffing his guts with the most decadent of piles of nourishment, he was bobbing and rolling across the town of ponyville, often with a bucket of chicken, or cotton candy, or some other snack in her muzzle. Watching her bedbound brethren grow rounder and softer by the hour. Wandering and eating, wandering and eating till she simply grew tired of it, and found some place to stumble into and have a nap. Drenched in sweat from the sun, with a gurgling stomach and a maw still chewing in between snores. Which just so happened to be inside the private library of a blobby purple unicorn and her equally massive assistant/lover.

"I'm telling you spike, you should watch what you eat, so you can get even fatter~" the purple mound of pudge said to her doting doughy dragon as they wobbled down the stairs of their converted tree house and into the library. Rubbing her velvety plush tummy against his distended scaly gut. Belching up a gust of fire, he replied "heh....your right again, twilight, in think I've got a few crates of ice cream down in the basement, and you and I can split a pint or twenty~" his puffy claw burying itself in her doughy crest and giving it a sensual deep tissue.

"Ill bring those up right now, sweet scales~" replied Twilight, using her horn to both smack spikes sumptuous booty enough to make him jiggle from end to end, and to cart up the aforementioned crates to begin yet another feeding session. Both of them blushing and giggling, staring into the eyes of each other which peeked like a sunrise over glistening bloated violet cheeks. Not even noticing the constantly chewing orange blob mere feet away from them. Only alerted to his presence after she broke wind so loud and booming, it knocked the carved statue of a stallion's head off the table in the middle of twilards library.

The stench and the sound reverberating through their wooden home made them only blush harder, not from embarrassment, but from arousal, they both pointed at themselves claiming responsibility for the plume just landed in their domain, even though they didn't feel any gas rumbling down in their plentiful floor scraping stomachs. That's when they saw the overfilled dumpling of meat and frosting snoozing away, right where Twilight had placed the frozen tubs of Neapolitan ice cream, melting a bit from the heat of scoots still digesting stomach. She lapped her lips and had the various tubs float around her library to gulp down one at a time, saving some for their uninvited guest.

"Would you look at this spike, she looks like the perfect example of what I've been researching....nomf.....big round belly, abundant and.....nomf....heavy folds...." as she lifted up one of the flaps revealing her damp and plumpened gooch "nether hidden by cellulite covered folds, practically immobilized, perfectly rounded flank, squishy, and not too saggy" squeezing and nuzzling the fuzz around her stretched out cutie mark. "Spike, take a diagram," she asked, as she basically worshipped the coital flab of scootaloos ample backside. "No problem, twi" replied Spike, using the hand that wasn't slurping down a semi-warm sludge of ice cream down his gullet to illustrate the image of a resting scootalard, with descriptors telling which parts were buried underneath all that flab.

Twilight like her thinner counterpart was a learner at heart, devoting her time to eating, and studying, the knowledge she gained of her surroundings itself making her plump up by thousands of calories per page she flipped through. Juicy theories about their fattening world and their hunger making her muzzle water and hunger for more. And in between gulping down quarts of ice cream till the chocolate flowed down her neck folds. She read, and read, and read like the world was running out of ink.

She and Spike's shared fascination for how immense they grew and how much they ate led them to explore each other and other ponies just like Scootaloo, observing every fold, every rump, every caloric intake, and how many inches their waists were in comparison to yesterday. Measurements they lovingly took by means of rubbing her gorgeous lardy lantern of a belly, comparing its size to their equally large bosoms and bellies, pressing against the overflowing barrel of putty and sticking to her like library paste.

All the while more and more tubs of ice cream magically reappeared and refilled, ensuring there was always enough for their bottomless appetites. The twinkling star upon Twilight's cheeks expanding little by little with every scoop shoved in her maw, and every book she picked up and read vigorously. And Spike felt his squamate flab spill out at the pace of molasses for the same. All of this while Scootaloo lay there sawing logs when her mouth wasn't being pried with balls of ice cream.

"Mmmf....you know, I've heard this gal's pretty popular around town.....homf....gulp...." said Spike, still rubbing his immense, cowcatcher front up and down scoots brawny blubbery back "And boy, I can see why.....gulp.....gulp.....i don't know what it is...but she's so cute....all i wanna do is make her happy.....gulp....gulp"

"Me too hun....gulp....me tooo.....ill have to study the....homf....cuteness factor....nomf.....later today....slurp....UUUUUURP" replied Twilight, quickly and gluttonously speed-reading a dictionary while tenderly rubbing her cheeks against scootaloos as he adorable paunchy face snored away, letting out another sudden blast of puerile gas, this time scented by the vanchocstraw being poured down her throat latch.

After a while of this poking and prodding and feeding, scootaloo finally awoke with a tremendous yawn, still sleepy, yet refreshed, feeling filled with creamy goodness. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the massive purple figures on either side of her, whose overflow a fat spilled into his field of vision. "Mmmmh, morning....gulp....whoever you two are....im....hoooooaaaahhh....scootaloo...." she greeted, yawning the remaining sleep from her system. The coolness of the ice cream snapped her awake like a cold shower, except it felt a lot more pleasurable. Her arms slowly sinking into more oppressive shoulder fat reached out to touch and caress both of their ballooned bookworm bellies. And let them know she was up and at em.

"A good morning to you too, scootaloo...." twilight cheerfully chirped as she nuzzled the chicken-fond corpulent colossi. "Im twilight sparkle, owner and purveyor of this library and researcher into fatology. And this is my assistant and handsome lover, spike~" nuzzling spikes particularly fattened Keister as well with her glowing magic. "Ooooh....mmmmff....pleasure to meet you....scoots..." spike moaned, still rubbing his thousand-pound tummy up and down the width of the orange dough boulder.

"Same to you.....mmmmf....by the way.....what's....fatology?....gulp" her interest piqued, as well as her stomach. Her muzzles jiggled towards an opened book on the floor beneath her, showing the doodled anatomy of herself, which was so wide it spread to two pages. "I'm glad you asked, my curious mind, fatology is a study i invented to understand the nature of our rapid visceral growth, and the hunger and gluttony we all feel" she explained, breezing through another fattening book, which explained nothing of their condition, but oh well, anything to be heavier.

"And you have proven to be quite the important test subject, your contours, your shape, its visually appealing. Every curve and fold seems perfectly fattened....gulp....gulp....in addition, your face appears to be adorable on a molecular level....gulp....gulp....thus making people want to make you even fatter~" going from tub to a tube connected to a VAT of ice cream, to feed her cute corpulent face to even greater lengths, ones that went outside the contours of twilight and spikes treehouse.

"Awwww stoooop, you're making me bluuuuuuush~" replied Scootaloo, with the tube at the side of his muzzle like it the pipe of a hookah. Flattered from this blobby researcher who seems more like she wanted an excuse to stuff her cheeks, which scootaloo at no time minded. "And i believe your eagerness plays a major part in your appeal, so dedicated to eating, and cuddling, and having fun....gulp....gulp....me and spike observed your eating exhibition yesterday, and it served as the perfect example of why i started studying this field in the first place~!"

"Wow...." thought Scootaloo aloud "i never thought i could do all that...from just eating all day..." as she was shown pages from an anatomy book, showing her similarity to pigs, hippos, and manatees. A flattering round uneven potato shape. Which at the moment, she even smelled like one. The resemblance made her beam and raise her multiple chocolate-covered jowls with pride, and eructed commandingly, almost as if to adjure more sweets to her malleable muzzle. "Heh, and if that's so... I'm really gonna embrace it~! So keep on "studying" me" she regarded with glee. Taking in more gallons of frozen dairy treats right after uttering it.

If Twilight or Spike had any article of clothing on, they surely would have torn it off and flung it around victoriously from her spirit being infectious like parasprites in a marketplace. As she sucked deep from the cream-filled tube she could hear "woohoo!" and "go scoots, go scoots!" and the sloshing and slapping of their bellies right against her own space-eroding landmass. All of it fed back into her confidence and attitude, a literal feedback loop that lasted for hours, wrapping up after dark and leading to a sleepover from pure jovial exhaustion. Again leaving a trio of equine tonnage on the floor, dozing and drooling and jiggling each other's beached blubber.