Golly: a MLP weight gain story

The farm also became a popular spot for scootaloo to roam when she wasn't in the exhibitions, galumphing on the soft grass under tall, shady apple trees, scooping up every apple that fell onto the ground and chomping them down till there wasn't even a core left. "Huh.... y'all eat em the same way i do...." scootaloo heard from the other end of a tree he was leaning on. "Crunch....gulp....whuu shayd dhat?" asked scootaloo quickly swallowing the next apple, inspecting the pile of orange blubber spilling out from either end of the tree.

"Over here, sugarcube" the friendly voice said, revealing her stout, chin-saddled face, with a blonde, curly forelock and the back tied in a red holder. Six white dimples on her chubby cheeks, and a Stetson hat above her head. She was chewing on an apple stem she put away without even chewing. "Names applejack, owner of this here sweet apple acres...say...are you that sunnuvagun every ponies been talkin bout, the one mah sisters in love with?" she chuckled, slowly shifting herself off the tree she leaned on, and landing belly up on the damp grass below. "Well....i think i am maam" scootaloo would reply, watching the adiposed apple wading through a pile of her own doughy apple-scented blubber. Giving Scootaloo a pristine look at her enormous jiggling booty. Which clapped with the slightest grunt or wheeze or country colloquialism.

Staring deep into her glistening tangerine that resembled a tack of uneven flapjacks, scootaloo struggled to come up with the next two things to say, lockjawed by the type of keister he had right behind him, but could never fully see. I gotta say your sister and her friend were awful nice to bring me to their place" her words trailing off the more she stared in the hypnotic shaking of the stacks of fat adorning applejacks flank. "Yup, I'm surprised those girls didn't pick y'all up before,e" applejack remarked, gently and seductively scratching an itch on her sagging posterior on the tree behind her â as yall can figure they're plum crazy for ya. In fact I've seen em paint yer lil tattoo thang on pigginton at the sty over yonder, pretending it were you"

"So they have....heh....i bet id love to be that pig...." scoots remarked, feeling the dampened heat coming offf applejacks juicy round keister at this point, her paunchy hooves reaching out through the slight mist, pressing deep into the folds of the should-be-immobile farmer. Her hooves instantly soaked in the sweat of two folds of her gluteal topping. She pondered if Applejack could even feel her hooves slipping around inside them, and how much space it covered.

The earth-bound earth pony sucked down a few more apples and answered her question "mmmf.....ah reckon yer a lil bit more....engrossed with mah wagon sized baked goods right now~....well i won't try tah stop yah, nopony passes by me without giving it a good ol squeeze~" backing up a little to let scootaloo press her hooves deeper into her sider-stained doughy midline of heiny. "Funny you say that....its basically the same with me....and it makes me jiggle all over." added scootaloo, reaching in and pressing her face against her fuming crack, nuzzling into her putty-like body so deep it left a face-shaped dent in it. "Man, you so soft....and slippery...~" scootaloo moaned, as he pressed her face into the left and right cheek too, to make a wall of her own facial molds, like some surrealist art show.

"Chomp!.....ah know it is, sugar cube, but thanks anyways....now that ah think about it....hnnng....could use a lil....oilin up~" she grunts, gulping down a baskets worth of apples in one go, as she pushed her heavenly loins, feeling a great big apple storm a-brewin within her. Ready to blow back the purple mane of her flabby ass-fondler. And luckily, scootaloos muzzle and tongue were just in a position to taste the fritter-flavored fumes. "Hnnnng....heads up....pardner.....FFFFFFBBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTT"

The full force of her fart rippled scoots cheeks, flapping them backward like the jowls of a Bassett hound. The cowlick on her mane whipped and cracked in the breeze of her bottom-belch. Throwing it back like they were mugs of zap apple jam. And when the dust had settled and her cheeks were a glazed with more fresh apple squeezing's, scootaloos mane stood like ed grimleys. Wobbling in the gentle breeze of the day. She took a deep inhale of her bouquet, and sighed in contentment "Smells freshly baked, applejack, got anymore where that came from~?"

Applejack snicked and replied "Well you seem like you could eat a whole herda cattle, luckily ah wus just bout tah set up a lil stuffin spot by the barn, care tah join me~?" asked Applejack, jiggling her multi-layered cake so feistily scoots felt like she could've tipped over looking at it. "You betcha, maam~!" he enthusiastically answered, lapping some of the apple cider mist that landed on her chins after Applefat's fart. He started to move herself with incredible strain, realizing now her belly flab was stuck under a sticky puddle of mud, restraining her usual gahlumping.

"Happens every time, don't it" Applejack says, smiling widely and shaking her roly-poly head, reaching for a lasso right next to her belly with the resemblance of a deflated basketball. Bringing one end to her teeth she called out "shtand shteel...." her flab-floating head rocked back and forth, swinging the wide lasso above the both of them, before throwing her head down and wrapping that rope around scootaloos massive circumference in one throw.

Pretty soon, Applefat was on the move, in spite of her weight being two and a half tons, she still packed away a remarkable amount of muscle, with the power and might of a tractor she yanked and pulled scootalard further and further from the murky pit of mud she was stuck in, the squeeze around her tender sopping tangerine of a belly made him exude a bit of involuntary gas, and a couple of moans of delight, the lassos grip felt almost like a big, strong bear hug to him.

With only her teeth to hang on, applejack gahlumped and gahlumped as far as she could go with the threads in her maw. Until finally, there was enough built-up pressure for scoots to be popped out of the pit with a little help from her constant belts of gas. She rocketed out of the mudhole, flew up in the air, and held for a few seconds with the help of her mini-wings flapping it the wing. Like she were a flying sweet potato. Before she fell back down to the earth and landed on the soft, brawny bedding of Applejack's back.

Nearly losing her hoofing, or belly-ing. Applefat staggered back to the dirt pathway with her sudden new load of cargo. With a bit of quick thinking, she took her lasso, affixed it back to scootaloo, and tied the other end to one of the ample apple's numerous jowls. Leaving scootaloo snug and secure even with both of their frantic jiggling and bobbing. "Heh....this position ya got me a lil bit queer (original definition), but we cin make this work, come on, lil buddy, offta the buffet" Applejack remarked as scootaloo blushed, and looked up at the big blue sky he had momentarily flown up to, and one he would eventually tower over.

"Yesiree, maam" Scoots enthusiastically replied, as she felt her big fat ball of fanny sink down onto Applejack head, right on top of her Stetson, each cheek sloping down with every unhurried dodder she took. On the way down the trail. She passed a shady orchard occupied by a blobby red stallion with brown hair being passionately groped and squeezed by two equally hefty mares, one pink and one purple, making him gasp with arousal as he waved to the double-decker blobs passing by. "Howdy there, Big Macintosh, havin fun over there?" the encumbered stallion could only pant and moan from the blazing heat he was in, only answering "huff....huf....eeeyup~!"

"Thats mah brother, Big Mac, hardly ever talks, but he's a lotta fun" narrates Applejack, Scootaloo silently wondering if he'd need a nice, plump, blobby masseuse later on. But first, time to address the clear rumbling in her tummy, jiggling every inch of her golden brown belly like electric currents were going through it. So off to dinner they went. For piles and piles of the countless ways to prepare apples. And an after-dinner roll in the mud with the prized pig Sweetie Belle and Applebloom pretended was her before they.... Let's not mince words, foalnapped her.

Scoots was invited to sleep in the big red barn with Applejack, where they fell asleep, stuffing strudels in each other's muzzles, to the gentle noise of crickets outside, on the beams, and chickens ruffling their feathers.....