Golly: a MLP weight gain story

....the cupcakes in question came from the hooves of an enormous, blobb,y and eccentric baker, with a personality as large as her pink sloshing avalanche of a gut. And she took great pleasure in somehow covertly slipping through the overpacked masses of flab and fur surrounding her to deliver more sugary treats to everyone's mouth. Living for their further engorgement, and the smiles decked in frosting and cream caused by them. She always had to hold in squees of excitement to make sure she didn't disturb any of them during their mid-day nap. That, and she loved hearing her equally fattened marefriend fluttershy murmur in her sleep about her size and much she loved it "sssooo....big.....so cooozzzyy......wannna....mmmh.....get biggggeeer......"

"Teehee....you sure are, flutter-blubber, seeya whenever ya wake up, sleepyhead~" she whispers in flutters ear, as she dove gracefully into the pile of pudgepacking pets, right in between a corpulent bluebird, and a doughy slab of a deer. And began to snore and mimimi loudly, seeming to have as much boundless energy in her sleep as she did lucidly. Made clear when she was using her poofy candy floss mane to transfer more platters of triple-layer cakes to the gobs of all of Fluttershy's pets.

Considering the sea mammal-sized creatures of this world spent half of their time sleeping and digesting, it was quite common for whole sects of the population to wake up in the middle of the night. As Pinkie did, being the lightest of sleepers on this sedentary planet. Springing to life like a live wire and prancing atop the furry trampoline tummies of the still snoring animals. "Whee-heee, looks like it's back to work for me!" pinkie enthusiastically said, her blubber bouncing up and down like a big, pink orca in a sea of pastel flabbery.

And what better way to start off a day that began at midnight by making breakfast for your loved ones? Something the pudgy loaf of pink took to the nth degree. With superpony agility, she lept onto the ceiling beams of the cottage. Eyeing the snoring piles of paunch below, she pulled out a giant pony blob-sized pie, served in a tin the size of a small pool. Still piping hot and filled to the brim with cherries. The intoxicating windowsill smell was already dripping down like a roof leak into the nostrils of the flabby stained faces of all in the cottage.

"Wake up, sleepyheeeeeeeeeads, your minds may be resting but your bellies sure aren't," she remarked as she slipped through out the mossy roof of the cottage, cargo load or pie in tow, and jumped safely onto the ground below, whilst holding the showstopping pie with just one hoof. "Want a sweet and tasty treat, arise from your seats and follow me.....t!" pinkie serenaded, placing the wagon full of pie on her glistening back folds, as she bounced happily from the cottage to sugar cube corner, the scent of the pie grabbing every overstuffed creature in that cottage and pulling them one by one to the baker's bodacious cheeks and the pie it seated.

Fluttershy and Scootaloo were the first to be tempted out of the comfy dwelling, yellow and orange flab were pushed and squeezed through the door, a doorway that truly knew the meaning of pain as it was stretched to its lacquered wooden limits. Finally allowing both blobs of pony flesh to be pushed out, the velocity of all that jiggle leaving the door twice as wide as before, stretching a third of the way around the cottage. And allowing for Winona, opal, and Angel to more easily slip through the gaping leafy hole in Buttershys house. Along with the feathery trainloads of bird blubber, the rotund raccoons, the soft-built squirrels, the dogs, the cats, Harry, still gnawing on the rest of the cake from the earlier stuffing. And every creature else. Creating a fascinating pied-piper scenario. As Pinkie led the animals great and fat into the sugary haven she called home, which itself looked like an opulent dessert any of them would be proud to sink their teeth into.

Eventually, the corpulent creatures one and all had squeezed themselves into the spaces of the bakery, which appeared to be only a little bit bigger than the cottage they were boxed into. Pinkie rolled onto the counter and got quick to work on more decadent batches of desserts, which was a faint bit redundant considering she always had it magically appear on the counter thanks to Discord.

Scootaloo awoke groggily with vanilla extract leaking down the side of her muzzle. Gathering her thoughts, she looked up at the ceiling and noticed instantly the change in color, which meant she must have been moved again in her sleep, yet what had to be explained was how every other lard-lovin creature was jammed wall to wall inside this establishment of gourmet proportions?

"Mornin fhluttershii...." scootaloo warbled, her jowly mouth still swallowing tiramisu and red velvet in on go "How dhid.....wee git....muuffed....intuh heere~?" her head slowly slogged around, only to be met by the ticklish tails of Winona and opal, who were placed upside down when they waddled into sugar cube corner. And took pleasure in massaging their owner's chubby cheeks with their heaving fluffy cabooses.

Fluttershy was turned onto her side like a beached yellow whale, observing her new friend being tackled by tush, and giggling as she was battered softly like she was in a pillow fight like the ones her auntie figures Rainbow and Gilda did whenever she slept over. "Ooo heeehee.... don't worry about it too much, sweetie, my marefriend loves to do things like this all the time, as you can imagine, she's quite unpredictable~" she answers, nuzzling into her own blubbery beauties, Harry and angel.

And speaking of the devil, they heard the booming yet bubbly sound of a cannon filled with confetti blasted out in the two dozen heaps of furry tonnage, sprinkling bits of colored paper all over their bodies. As Pinkie Pie swung from one of the ceiling beams by her poofy tail, her massive tum tum and connectin folds all dangling downwards, which required Pinkie to use her mane to push it up to keep her cherubic corpulent cheeks visible to Fluttershy as she leaned in to kiss her good morning. And to rub her two most well-known pets jiggling bellies.

"There you are, mornin, flutter-butter~!" she greeted as the clock turned to 2 in the morning, planting a smooch so long and passionate, you think she was trying to inflate the bashful pegasi. "Mmmmh....mornnin....pinkie pie~......brought us in with another.....giant cherry piiiiie~?" she meandered, catching herself drooling at the pie she whiffed before.

"You betcha sweet bippy, fluttey-baby, and it all wound up right on this buttery mound i love so well~" pinkie cooed, lowering herself to Fluttershy's belly, to kiss and caress it like it were one of her numerous pets "your such a good good bewwwy....yes you are....YES you aaaare!" all of her patting and jiggling made Fluttershy blush the shade of lavender and giggle with glee.

Pinkie suddenly gasped and left up into the air, her tonnage floating in midair as she whispered to Fluttershy "flutts....is that who i think it is?....the one and only scootalard.....i think it might be her but i can't see over those two big pets and it could just be a reeeealy big pet bed but..."she takes a moment to inhale "....but i see a purple tail which suggests that she...." Fluttershy gently places her fattened hoof over pinkies snoot and replies "hehe....indeed that's her...i invited her to my cottage last afternoon, and guess what....she's in love with animals too!" giving off a soft and low pitched "yayyy~" at the end.

"Oooooo, itsheritsheritsheritsher!" he exclaimed, spinning around in mid air like a top, and skipping on a few of the animals doughy rib-holders like it was a name of hopscotch to reach the bit of exposed orange belly that wasnt covered up by scoots four legged blobby friends. "Ohmigosh, as i live and breath, its scootaloo himself~!, can i have your autograph~!" the sudden press of Pinkies flabby digits on her adiposed abdomen startled her with a few involuntary burps. "Heh.....sure thing....and I'm guessing your name is Pinkie Pie" she replied, digging her hoof into some leftover frosting as a replacement for the lack of pen and ink.

"That's right, ya sweet lil munchkin" she ardently replied, thrusting her big pink porcine belly in Scootaloos face, as she signed her name across her heart, like she wanted her to be her lady. "Pinkie Pie, baker, and party planner extraordinaire, i do birthdays, weddings, weight gain milestones, eating exhibitions, you name it!" to show off her gluttonous trade, she pulled out an extra large sheet cake with her name, address, and number written in strawberry frosting, and held it like a business card.....without finger somehow "here's my card, come by anytime and well "chew the fat""

"Hehe....ill remember that" replied Scootaloo, taking up her offer and swallowing her card cake in one go. "Can't wait to show you more of what this titan tummy can do~" pulling her hooves out from under her pet's warm and fluffy keisters and slapping her own powerhouse of a gut, with a self-satisfied smirk and a raised eyebrow. Sending ripples so deep and dynamic, they made Opal, Winona, and Pinkie wobble and wiggle like they had their own personal earthquake going on. Both her and Buttershy moaned wantonly and sighed dreamily, sliding off her sagging orange gut and resting her head right at the base of her pillowy nether paunch.

Outside the windows of the sugar cube corner, a crowd of landwhale ponies gathered to have a peek at the pony that was sweeping the town, fawning over every little thing he did inside that pastry-filled zoo house. And likewise, the two ponies she was bunking with, marveling at how their personalities meshed so well, and how they lived and gorged for comfort, gluttony, and sex. This was made clear when Pinkie began to lustfully enfold her head into Scootaloos bumper-muff. And ate it out like it was a cinnamon roll. Even more so when she tasted her pungent wind-breaking.

"Nomf....you gotta get in on this....gulp.....thastiest....ompf....thing....ive ever thasteed.....nompf....nnng.....besides you~" pinkie radioed to Fluttershy, who wobbled as quick and as carefully as she could, galumphing like an athlete for that rich, aromatic, blubbery, sweat dripping beaver, and after putting that enormous buck-toothed rodent atop her gut, she doggy paddled through the flab and nudged her face deep into scoots dank and smelly vag-well.

All this, plus scoots pets still tickling her chins with their tails, doing their best impressions of their owner's fiery flatus. And new tubes full of cake batter being introduced into her muzzle, along with all the others expanding at a rapid rate that pushed their corpulence even closer together, made her libido skyrocket through the chimney of the bakery. She was almost certain they weren't going to come out of here without bursting through the roof. But that didn't bother her, she was living yet another dream she didn't know she had, with once again, two meticulously thickened mares going head over heels for her. Nothing had to be done but closing her eyes, taking in the buttery batter, the farts of her pets, and the slopping out of her cooch was she was a food through made of lard and cellulite.

By six o'clock that morning, the walls and ceiling of the sugar cube corner had finally cracked open like an oversized egg from the pressure of flab and fur pressing up against it. Producing a sound that practically woke up all of Ponyville, all of them gathered around to see the massive mess of menagerie still being stuffed with cake batter. All of them panting and roaring and growling with delight. And out from the pile of undulating hair-hills. Came the heads of scootalard, Fattershy, and piggie pie. Making the crowd go wild, almost as if this zoological flab detonation were a grand introduction to these awesome eaters.

"Scoota-lard!, scoota-lard, scoota-lard!" the crowd chanted, picking up hooffulls of regenerating pastries and tossing them to scoots ravenous jowly muzzle and the muzzles of the wide-hipped couple accompanying her. The trio clapped their cheeks in excitement. Being wrapped in the world's heaviest fur coat. Panting and wheezing and lapping their faces, catching whatever sugary morsels their mouths missed. Such a display caught the eye of not one, but two couples of ultra-plush bulk. Each one nodded to the other, eager to plot the same sort of blob-move the CMC performed just days ago. To feed, fondle, and entertain her, only this time, their dwellings were a lot more structurally stable, even if they were arguably the loudest in Ponyville.....