Golly: a MLP weight gain story

From just outside the window of the Golden Oaks library were two gluttonous groupies of scootalard, who watched the whole immense ordeal, balancing their own remarkable rotundness on the same shared stool to get a good look for perhaps hours. Finally tripping and falling to the pathway below with a mighty THUD, a fall broken by their white and yellow blobby bits squishing into eachother. The red-bowed earth pony, and the curly-haired unicorn had been avid fans of the ochre omnivore ever since she began her mutual stuffing career at the beginning of this world. Ever since then, they wanted so badly to meet him in person, and perhaps get a chance to feed and eat with him themselves.

Slowly lifting themselves in a decent waddle/rolling position, sweetie belly and appleblob whispered back and forth on how they would retrieve the slumbering scoots and bring them to their place.

"Whaddaya think, sweetie belle, ya think we can jus....sneak in and nab him~?" asked applebloom

"Are you crazy, you see that door frame, its way too small for either one of us to fit in, let alone scootaloo" replied Sweetie Belle

"Alright, calm yer biscuits, maybe we can butter him out tha door, ah hear them VATs of ice cream are fulla that stuff" signaled Applebloom, pointing to the welded words on the tanker of ice cream scoots still gave suck to.

"That's a great idea, apple bloom, but how do we get him in the clubhouse without breaking anything" queried sweetie belle having a good look at the snoring pachyderm of a pony.

"Ah know, applejacks got plenty of strong rope in tha barn, we could tie that round th' tree, n pull that adorable hunk to the top" she enthusiastically explained.

"Then what are we waiting for~?" sweetie giggled in excitement, already rubbing her body in a stick of butter to slip in easier "Let's get right to it!"

The duo of crazed doughy fans high-fived and swiftly got to work on their master plan of smuggling this 3 thousand-pound contraband into their cozy clubhouse, the doorway damaged significantly from their destructive wrecking ball flanks being forced through like a blaze of fire. Which somehow did nothing to disturb the sound sleep the trio were in. With sweetie pulling his soft squishy shoulder flab from the front, and Applebloom pushing his view-blocking cellulited booty from the back. They slowly but surely pushed him from the floors of the Golden Oaks Library, out into the streets of Ponyville. Huffing and puffing as they transported their sleeping beauty all the way to sweet apple acres.

Drenched in sweat and smelling of musk and apples, they wrapped the rope around the sturdy tree with the precision of a hangman and wrapped it gingerly around their over-fattened celebrity guest. But before they pulled him up to the heart-studded cottage. They each took turns kissing the sleeping chicken-lover on her cheeks. Making her blush in her sleep "awwww, shes so cute when she sleeps~" Sweetie Belle fawned with her hooves squishing her own cheeks. "She suuure ees, all this time we spent imaginin what'd be like, an now she's finally here, oh sweetie belle ahm feelin faint~" Applebloom nearly rolling over and passing out at this hefty heartthrob she had her pudge buried hooves stuck in.

"Heh....alright, no time tah waste, let's hoist her up~!" applebloom called, as she and sweetie bobbed and jiggled all the way to the top of the rickety clubhouse, the ramps and boards creaking ominously as they always did, with the possibility that one plank would split into two and send the lot of deadweight back onto the soft grass below. But for today, the wood was strong enough to hold scootaloo in midair as sweetie belle and applebloom pulled her by their candy-coated Incisors. And up into the snug as a bug clubhouse. Where the trio would squeeze themselves in like sardines in a tin, and sleep and scarf down magically produced goodies until the sunlight flashed through the windows half covered in a flood of orange, yellow, and white.

Dawn finally crept over the brim-filled clubhouse, the sunlight brightening all of their jowly sweat-streaked faces, scootaloo waking herself up as she often did, with one booming row of flatulence that was louder and earth-shaking-er than the rest. Her eyes awoke to another location, feeling almost like her life was a series of corpulent cutscenes, all filled with NPCs to cuddle and pamper him. And like before she was sandwiched in between two dollops of pure pony dough, this time lodged inside a creaking wooden box set to tip over at any sudden movement she made.

The clubhouse must have been perched on the largest branch since scootaloo was smack in the middle, it bent suspensefully in that direction, that was until his blubbery squish-mates awoke with enraptured squeees, knowing they had slept right next to their extra flabby idol. "Ohh mah Celestia, ah can't believe it's you, we both love you so much were yer biggest faaaaaans!!!!" Applebloom shouted in delight, not even a soft toned "good morning" to start her day, instantly both heaps of flesh around her started shaking as much as they could in excitement, kissing the slovenly scootaloo up and down his many chins, rocking the clubhouse back and forth, and leaving big ol scoots with a face full of lush and lipstick stains.

"Hehe, man, I've been getting a lot of that recently" she replied with a grin, gently lapping both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle doughy pie-like faces. "Gaaaaaasp, she....she kissed us, the great scootalard herself kissed the both of us.....ohhh pinch me i must be dreaming!" sweetie belle requested, and while neither had the bodies nor fingers to pinch, scootaloo let them know this was reality by booping them both in their snoots. Which caused them both to break out in a W-shaped smile, close their eyes, and jiggle their chubby-cheeked faces with delight, like this >w<.

"Awww, you two are pretty cute yourselves" scootaloo cooed, nuzzling her chins against theirs, sharing their young, wild-eyed enthusiasm, ignoring the clubhouse creaking growing more ominous by the moment. As their regenerating meal of the day arrived in the form of extra-large cupcakes. Topped with piles of buttercream frosting. Sweetie and Bloom taking the first two and shoving it into their idol's gourmandizing muzzle, plastering pink frosting all over his sweaty chops. The orange pudge-magnet following suit by picking up two of his own and smacking them messily into their overstuffed gobs, making them all burst out into laughter.

"Mmmh....that's right, big girl, keep on eatin....we luv it~!" bloom moaned as they dove right into stuffing one another. Hooves moving faster than they ever thought could be moved. Their chins and flabby fronts quickly became catch-alls for frosting and sprinkles and cupcake wrappers. Every frantic motion be it another pound gained or the knee-jerk swing of a pastry-filled hoof shook the clubhouse like it were in the path of windigos.

"Oooooh we're so.....nomf.....happy to....gulp....finally have you.....ompf.....here in our....nomf.....clubhouse, which reminds me.....nomf....welcome to the official....nomf....scoota-lard fan club!" sweetie belle announces, as scootaloo looked around he vision field to see posters and pictures of himself gorging and snacking littering the walls. Many of which were taken by the chicken-obsessed duo themselves. Including one they appeared to have taken last night of her nestled in between purple mattresses of flab. "I gotta say ladies.....gulp....you did this place up....ompf....nicely....im quite.....UUUUUUUUUURP.....flattered"

Right after scootaloo sentence ending belch, she saw what appeared to be a phonograph recording device sweetie had floated over to her multiple chins, to save a copy of her voice and her eructations. "Gasp....she did it, the famous burp...the famous burp!" applebloom giddily shouted, "famous burp?....i never knew i.....gulp....had a famous.....homf.....burp....ompf....well if you....homf....like that....ompf....bring that....ompf.....punch bowl over here and.....ompf,...lemme show you a burp~!" she proudly boasted, embracing her fame and adoration with a little bit of showing off.

"You got it, oh great one~" Sweetie Belly replied, bringing a massive punch bowl filled to the brim up to scootaloos lips, the paunchy flightless pegasi wasting no time in fellating the brim and chugging it down almost lustfully. Gulping briskly and groaning with pleasure as she went crossed-eyed with intoxication. All the while her fervent flabby fans shouted "CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" pushing her further, and further, till finally the three gallons that could fit all that liquid was swallowed, leaving it completely dry of even the traces of fruit slices. Scootaloo hiccupped, her flabby head nodding back and forth, the grumbling in her chest and stomach rattling the clubhouse so hard a floorboard fell off right underneath her, causing a bit of flab to spill out of the rickety house like soft stalactites.

After a few seconds of suspenseful silence. Scoots uncaged the beast of belch, and fired off with an.......UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP.

A belch that made the birds fly from every tree surrounding, a blech that could be heard of you were in the mountains where Canterlot would be, a belch that could strip every layer of paint from a wagon, and a belch so bassey it finally tipped over the clubhouse from the tree it perched upon and sent it ten feet down to the ground below. With a mighty THUD pieces and splinters of the clubhouse were sent flying all over, and the punchbowl scootaloo chugged landing square on the flab behind his head, like a crown made specifically for the one and future eructor. And finally, all those pictures Sweetie Belle and Applebloom saved of scootaloo, fluttered down onto their sticky sugary softness and stuck to them. Making them their own their own shrines to scootalard.

Adjusting the bowl now perched atop her head, scootaloo blushed and put her two hooves together, seeing the remains of the clubhouse sprawled out in front of him "hehe....sorry bout....taking your clubhouse down girls....." the duo simply rubbed their snouts against her cheeks and giggled like school fillies in response "awwww, its alright, ya beautiful ol piggeh, that was the greatest we ever heard~!" apple bloom fawns, nudging the phonograph recorder closer to scootaloo "and now we have this moment recorded forever and ever!" added sweetie belle, resting her jowly head right on scootaloos.

"Glad I could be of help to you two....which reminds me, I never got your names" regards scootaloo slowly wading and shaking the split boards and wood off his potholed marshmallowy back. "Well, in that case, ahm applebloom, and this is sweetie belle" both of them giving a lick to scootaloos sweaty cheeks once again. "So nice to be taken in by you...y'know, maybe we could make a brand new club together, you two and i" she proposes, as she looked at the numerous photos littering their flabby flesh, making them into their own rouges gallery.

"You know what, that'd be a fantastic idea! And especially starting a new club with you in it" sweetie replies, nearly hyperventilating at the prospect "Heck yeah, an' maybe we could give ourselves a cool acronym, CMC, corpulent mares club" Applebloom proposes, beaming chin-to-chin at her proposal.

"All in favor, say i!" replied scootaloo, already taking a leadership role in this newly merged fan club, "I~!" went the trio of buttery tubs, raising one picture studded hefty hoof in the air per pony "tha i's have it, the first meeting of the CMC will come to order" Applebloom happily announced, as they raised their hooves to the sky and shouted at the top of their cute, chunky voices "CORPULENT MARES CLUB! YAAAAAAY!"

Thus, the corpulent mares club was born, and soon they were making their mark as a popular trio in the eating exhibition circuit, adoring fans would roll from three towns over just to see the captivating corpulent's tear through piles of pastries, pies, cakes, cookies, and whatever other sugary treats were summoned to their crumb covered openings. One of their favorite spots to stage a major snacking was sweet apple acres itself, the peaceful, serene farm just behind the clubhouse, which was magically rebuilt and improved by Discord, with the look of a casual sports bar/Mexican cantina for some reason.....