Golly: a MLP weight gain story

Next morning, her fellow CMC members would transport her via a rickety wagon to the residence of Sweetie Belle's older sister, rarity, who herself was beginning to make a name in the noshing scene. Known for her appetite and known equally for her taste in fashion, stitching, and sewing dresses to wear before every public indulgence.

And for this particular pre-stuffing fitting, scootaloo volunteered herself to be a model for her latest creation. Aided by tins of shortbread and vats of vanilla ice cream, she worked diligently to fit the finest wares on her extra bouncy squash-like body. "I must say, I cannot thank you enough for volunteering to model for my latest robe de fête, your contours are simply perfect for it" she compliments as Scootaloo laid on a marble platform, sucking down a tube of ice cream, trying her best to not jiggle too much, or leave a plume in her ladies presence.

"The pleasures all mine, Miss Rarity, anything i can do to help a fellow eater out" replied Scootaloo. A thin yellow extra long measuring tape was wrapped across her body, struggling to touch the ends around her bodacious quivering cheeks. Which tickled her enough to let off a silent, more aromatic toot. Probably from the perfume bottles she swigged before she was levitated onto the platform. "Oohohohoh, such a charming young woman, now, this exhibition is supposed to host some of the haughtiest ponies in all of Equestria, if I can peck at your brains for just a moment, have you any.... suggestions, for what shall go in my dress?"

"Lemme think....suck....suck....i don't know much about this fashion stuff, but maybe...start off with that big blue dress you have over there" she says, pointing to a velvet purple curtain that had been taken down from the ceiling, presumably because she was running out of dresses that fit her stunning marshmallowy frame, that moved with the steady slog of the smooze itself "ah yes, the curtains, i like it, so comfy, and just the right color" summoning the oversized robes to scootaloo, and draping one over her enormous keister like a toga, one over her bulky back and tied around her 4th of 5th chin like a cape, and the last one wrapped snugly round her immobilizing amorphous sphere of a belly like a bundle.

Rarity slowly gahlumped around her meaty moat of a model to check if these curtains were just the right fit for her. Giving Scootaloo an ample excuse to watch this overflowing spillage of marshmallow fluff bob and jiggle around her, almost like she was giving her an exotic private dance, complete with a fan she flapped around the sweat that was washing away her mascara. "Ooooo good heavens, it's so hot in here, i feel as though i may melt into the floor below me" she emphasized in an overdramatic voice, before summoning an extra wide chaise longue for her to faint unto. And when she her body landed like an indelible white water balloon. Her whole body rippled and rattled across the chair as intemperate as a storm on the seas, the beluga blubber on her belly slapping her in the face and powdering it with powdered sugar leftover from a funnel cake binge. And then slapping down onto her flabby fupa, making her squeak and moan in delight, right underneath scootaloos ear.~

Scootaloo nuzzled her chops as she slowly arose from her seat and rolled onto the marble ground, still jiggling all over her plumpened gooey blob of a body. Adjusting her glasses and her elegant scroll-like mane. She eyed her staircase of chins to see what else could be added. "Hmmmm, how about a brooch for one of my jowls jowls?" she asked, floating a diamond-encrusted brooch with a cinnamon bun upon it. Which Scootaloo would've probably swallowed if not for the constant stream of cool, Prench vanilla going down her gullet. "Gulp....sure thing....think the third one holds stuff the best" pointing to the aforementioned chin the best she could with her hooves that stood further away from his middle with each passing moon.

Affixing the decorative bun right onto the soft, slippery mantle, she pulled out a hatbox and opened it to reveal a chapeau with three multi-colored woolen balls on top to represent the scoops on a sundae. "And how about this hat, I've been saving this for a special occasion, what do you think?" as she gently placed the hat atop Scoots well quaffed mane "hmmmm, i think I like it" she replies, nodding her hulking head just a bit to give it a perfectly rakish angle. "Oooh la la, simply magnifique!" remarked Rarity, excitedly rubbing her heifer-sized flanks against scootaloos velvet-covered tummy fat. Prompting an elegant purr from scootaloos maw, making her drool a bit of the soupy ice cream onto her jowls.

Before she could quickly summon a box of tissues to wipe up her model's malleable chins, scootaloo made another suggestion "ummmm, if I could, rarity....i know this is supposed to be a really fancy dress and all, but what if we were to....heh....put a few stains on it~?"

"Stains on such a distinguished ensemble!? Whatever do you mean!?" rarity huffed, watching the vanilla stains race closer and closer to the bun brooch and the velvet just underneath "Well, i mean this is going to be used in an eating exhibition...and it's probably gonna be stained in the end anyway.....maybe we could....pre-stain it as a....fashion statement" taking scootaloos words into consideration, rarity looked down to the lower chins not streaked with lines of ice cream now reaching underneath the cloth and leaving a noticeable splotch, she had to admit to herself it was quite a stylish streak, add to that, the dress now had a pungent aroma of prench vanilla permeating it. "I see just what you mean, darling.....very well, a touch of tache is just what we need!" she cheered, raising her hoof to the sky and summoning pints of ice cream to pelt her rotund rig-out.

Before she knew it, Scootaloo felt her body blasted by snowballs of cream and vanilla hitting her on all sides, waving and wobbling her like the meat and sweets-filled jello she was. Her tiny wings flapped into excitement underneath the outfit, from this barrage of gluttonous glace, leaving circular marks all over her body, the runoff of the balls of ice cream leaving a handsome stripe pattern on her dress, giving it both casual and formal appeal. Rarity was purely in awe at what scoots suggestion created, she just had to rumble her bovine-sized buttocks to face her tubby snout and congratulate her model with a big, sloppy kiss to the nose.

"Mmmwah, thank you thank you, darling, you've just created my greatest piece to date! Its delightful....slurp.... it's delicious....slurp.... it's d'lovely!" she praised taking little laps of the sweet circles on her own dress still leaking ice cream "And so easy to make, i could have a hundred of these made in the span of a few days! Ooooo, whoever knew Sweetie Belle would pick a cervante!"

"Heh....no problem, Miss Rarity, hope you enjoy this new dress as much as i did making it" Scootaloo chuckled, as her tongue tried to reach for one of the vanilla stains even with the ice cream tube still in the side of her mouth. "I say, this calls for a celebration, ohh, spiiiiiiikey wiiiiiiikeeeeeeey, be a dear and break out the vat of vintage for our modèle étoile~?"

"Huff....huff....no problem....rarity...." they heard Spike say as he slowly waddled out, carting a massive wooden barrel of sparkling grape juice as large as he was, both the barrel and his blubbery body sloshing and splashing all around, as the floor creaked with every step his claws managed, which were made all the louder with the plop of his wagon sized belly and moobs slapping down onto the floor below. And the double dose of doughy scaly buns that trailed behind him. The overstuffed derg made rarity's heart a flutter and her cellulited nethers tremble with anticipation. For every noise he heard coming from her knight in shining blubber was like a symphony.

"Oh....hey spike!, you work here too~?" scootaloo asked, shifting her gloopy vastness to face the two-ton sack of reptile shambling slowly towards her "Heck yeah i do, let's just say between Twi and this gorgeous hunk of butter, im getting smothered in babes....heh....hufff...pant..." he mindlessly added, waddling to his wide and wobbly sweetheart, pressing his wagon filling voracity into Rarity's soft cushiony belly, and rubbing it around in an act of debauched doughy dry-humping.

"Mmmmff....oh yes.....give it to me, you animal~!" rarity cried out, reaching for more pints of ice cream to stuff in both her and spikes eager chompers "num...num...num....scoots dear...hope you dont mind....nomf.....leaving the dress on that....nomf....plus-sized mannequin.....on your way out.....num num num.....me and spikey wikey will need a.....nnnff....teeny bit of privacy~" rarity requests, feeling the veiny cannon of her beloved purple dragon peek out from underneath his hill of a gut, ready to pump her full of even more delectable marshmallow filling. "No problem, rarity, ill leave you two to it~" replied Scoots, having a need to fan herself with the steamy sexual congress about to take place in the boutique.

"Hope to see you both again soon!" she called, slogging slowly like a slug out of the boutique, happily wrapping her set of stained shawls on the multi-ton mannequin behind her, to the background noise of squelching and flab-slapping, and spike going "ohhh yeah, baby, let me show you what this lil dragon can do to you~!" ooooh, feisty~! Scootaloo was sure to look into a feeding sesh with him, whether at the library or the boutique.

Needless to say, rarities exposition went off without a hitch, the ingenuity of her dress alone garnering the most well-to-do waistlines in the land, flocking the her boutique to receive their own unique food-stained creations, the flabby fashionista overwhelmed with orders, driving her to eat more, and create more, flummoxed with a creative mojo as hefty as her sagging blubber-buns. And her spirits ran so high she could churn out 20 dresses on a slow day.......