Golly: a MLP weight gain story

by wertyui

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Cozy Glow, Scootaloo, Adventure, Discord
Length: 25150

this is a massive MLP wg story i worked on throughout november of last year. had me a little burnt out, but I'm proud to have written it.

a planet sized cozy glow after defeating the main six and growing to such brazen gluttny and corpulence as the new leader of equestria, floats into the presence of a planet comprised of creatures every bit as enormous and ravenous as her. and from there, the story unfolds....

Published 2025-02-06 06:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-06 06:30:01 UTC

CMC: corpulent mares club

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.....

Prolouge

(disclaimer: all characters depicted in this story are aged up to 20 years or older)

This was it.

Everything was hers.

Everything that was good and true. Every right and wrong, every creature of equus was right here, behind her cavern of immensity.

It took her years, but cozy glow had done what she had set out to do, to deprive Equestria of all of its magic, to bring every creature and creed that inhabited the planet to drop to their knees and bow to her little hooves, and with a cute yet cunning smile, she enacted the largest transfer of wealth and body mass, that world had ever seen.

The moment that cozy glow trotted down the streets of Canterlot and to the throne room of the two sisters. She demanded all of the defeated citizens to her feet and demanded they feed her endlessly, every day, unyielding, for the rest of their miserable jaded lives. And feed her they did, cakes and pies of all shapes and sizes were soon finding themselves slaughtered in great numbers by the gluttonous queen's intestinal workings, with no care for her subjects save the speckles of crumbs on their hooves.

She spent weeks and months, filling out her stolen throne with her flab, and reducing it to mere rubble, upon the many sweaty hills on her back. Which was quite insignificant as she continued to feast, soon overflowing the once mighty castle with thousands of square feet of pink glistening flab. Which the denizens rich and poor had to crawl through in order to deliver succulents to a face sinking into her floodwater fat.

And by then, Equestria was beginning to starve, with all of their crops donated exclusively to their god-emperor, with only enough to carry their muscles and magic to serve her, and of course, when she eventually outweighed those surroundings, her mighty towering corpulence rolled down the hillside collecting brush and thickets which felt like nothing to such a blubber-coated omnipotent deity such as herself.

And after all the crops in Equestria began to run out, she simply called upon her weak and malnourished citizens to simply... Crawl into her flab-buried face, and slide dutifully into her ever-expanding maw, to satiate the burdenous mountain she had turned into.

This of course worked quite a treat, as there were millions if not billions to help satiate a bottomless chasm such as the likes of her, and luckily the dragons, the ursas, the sirens, and other mythical beasts helped to sate her at least for five minutes. But once the population had dwindled down to but a few villages, holding out for the hope of rebuilding away from cozy's corpulent embrace, she simply remembered the powers she possessed, and summoned plots of land, ocean, and sea, to be swallowed up whole.

Never leaving even the slightest dribble from the clutch of her tongue, swallowing the lands beneath her up whole, from the mountains of yakyakistan to the waters of seaquestria, from the rocks of the dragons keep, to the scones of griffinstone, to the houses of ponyville, and the sands of klugetown, and the crystals of the empire. She ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate, until nothing on that poor, doomed planet remained, nothing but ashes, scattered across the endless star-studded sky.

Any memoir of the former planet, and all of its accomplishments was a twisted and unorganized floating heap of gore and rock, aimlessly drifting and dissolving in the vast oceans of stomach acids within the now planet size ball of bright pink bubblegum, with infinite magic, and nowhere left to conquer, so with her feast at its crescendo, she let her oppressive fat overcome her eyes, and drift her into a long slumber. To digest everything that ever was of this one vibrant equus.

And she would remain, floating without direction, without purpose, permanently fattened by the planetary gourmet she feasted upon, her circumference so grand one would need to teleport twice to make it all the way around her rolling fields of sweat-soaked pink. Going from the ever-sinking trench where her face stood to her continent-spanning, constantly fuming posterior would be 26 thousand miles easily. And only growing wider as Cozy lazily fed on whatever space dust flew into the tunnel of flesh which led to a tunnel of its own.

Even with all this flab surrounding her, and all these dripping, sopping, pimpled pink chins surrounding the god emperor, her menacing orange eyes, her bushy, curly mane, and her crowned horn were still quite visible, and very much active in this sedentary state. The practical goddess slumbered peacefully, content in her triumph over those silly little ponies. And the taste of sugar cube corner still lingering.

But her triumph would be short-lived, not in the sense of any downfall or death, but when she awoke from her gluttonous slumber, she would find herself not as a goddess, but just another pony in the grand scheme of another planet. Which she was led to by a convenient trail of asteroids and moon dust all leading to the surface of a multicolored planet that appeared to be a thousand times the size of her, completely covered in dots of all different covers, a true image of pointillism with no clear picture to paint.

The pace in which she was pulled to this world was incredibly slow and calculated, as so her trillions of tons of flab would not burn up in the hot, humid, flatulent atmosphere, which coated her further in the stench of victory, how she didn't combust from end to end from her hot and bothered surface burning as bright as the center of a planet she would never know. Especially when she made it down to the stratosphere.

Outside of her field of vision was an earth-sized patch of rolling hills, which all seemed but microscopic dents to the pony that would soon be seated upon it. Cozy glow any day would find herself sandwiched between multitudes of mysterious, strange, gassy, intercontinental blobs just like herself. This mothership of meat who thought she was the biggest thing in the entire universe would soon be staring face to face at a bulking benefactor, every bit as fat, and as gluttonous as she was, but perhaps with a better temper than her.

To anything even the slightest bit smaller than the planet sized residents of this unfamiliar world, it would be an unfathomable sight, watching the sky turn bright pink, blotting the sky and falling upon the poor lesser soul who couldn't travel far enough the oncoming smothering, even if he had all the time to do so.

Eight thousand miles she crossed before she her entire globular mass would be nestled in betwixt her fellow planetary gas giants. And by the time she a mere couple of meters from her abundant sagging bulbs of flesh fully embraced the last spare spot of grass in this overcrowded jumble of multicolored overload, her facial tunnel was pressed deep against another facial tunnel, this of course, would not be optimal for communication.

So with an involuntary blast of magic, cozy glows face would in a sense, push forward further to the light of day, as would the mysterious orange sphere whose many shelves of soft oozing flab were meshing into hers. Quicker and quicker they would both rocket and fold chins like accordions, burrowing through miles and miles their own flab until their faces were a minimum of thirty feet away from each other, just enough for them to make out there was somepony on the other side.

Finally, Cozy glow awoke from her slumber, giving a triumphant bassy yawn in the cavernous darkness. Her horn illuminated through her curly blue mane to display the true opulence of her girth, walls of misshapen jowls situated all around her head, and overhead flab slowly sinking downward like a deflating bouncy house. As she looked on, gleaming self-approving pride and lust for how far she stretched, she saw the faint glow of another's horn, revealing another face, another world. Almost like a mirror image of herself, except she was the color of tangerines, and her mane was short and purple.

Idle curiosity overtook her, upon viewing this carrot-hued facial tunnel staring back at her. The instant she saw her face with cheeks so bloated, her own snoring was slurred, she couldn't tell what to make of her, an adversary? An ally? A lover? She couldn't be sure at that moment, and having a planet's worth of nutrients boiling and stewing within her magmatic oceans of stomach acids. And the inability to move even an inch on her own, or see anything outside of the stranger's dozens of jowls and the shadows cast upon them by a dim-burning horn. She would just have to wait until she opened her fat-bothered eyes to see what this meteoric mare would want of a self-anointed goddess like her.

Eventually, the eyelids of the orange space mass opened up, blinking sleepily to wipe that last bit of peaceful sleep from herself, and when one was a blob of such magnitude, who had nothing to do but seemingly grow and eat. Waking up for more than a minute was a chore. But there she was, the vision of the purple maned sphere of softness and sweat unblurred and made out the vision of one that appeared to be every bit as fat as she was, an uneven smile stretched her blubbery face, elated to see such corpulent company, and eyeing the crown and the mane upon her, she seemed to be quite the important visitor, in fact, from the way she looked at cozy glow, she could almost assume she was expected company.

In typical uber-blob fashion, the galactic glob of pony flesh attempted to greet this jumbo-sized newcomer, only to feel winded from even the shortest of breaths, wheezing and lolling her tongue out, having to pant and lap up any air that could be found in such a snug, air-deprived space. Almost like being trapped underground, with dwindling light and a space-filling up with inches of floodwater perspiration. But she wasn't at risk of death, at her size it wasn't likely she would perish for another 4 billion years, and she was only in her early 20s.

Eventually, after much struggle and strain of her boxed-in vocal cords, she finally managed to make a stronger sound, however, it came less from her diminutive lungs, which were still the size of moons, and more from her much more astronomical stomach, which wasn't exactly how she wished to greet her visitor, but as everything around them begin to internally rumble, it was already too late to hold it back......

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The orange blob blasted the loudest, gassiest, smelliest, eructation, that gas bag of a pony could possibly make, the force and velocity of which could wipe out half of Equestria in one go. All of it collected by the face of Cozy glow. Whom even in the midst of this gaseous bombardment, She felt enthralled, such power, such force, such atom-splitting potency, as her mane gusted back, and her blubbery cheeks flew backward, she could only think how sexy this rapturous force of nature was, she loved her, she absolutely loved her. She didn't care who she was or what she did, she knew in an instant she wanted to marry her somehow, but those thoughts would have to wait unless her planetary lard-lover had finished her earth-shattering belch.

After the foggy blast of burp-dew had cleared and settled upon the sticky flab of planetarily pudgy pair, cozys newfound sweetheart finally properly greeted her with an enthusiastic "hhhhhiiiiii....I'm...scootaloo....huff...puff....welcome....pant....to....pant....Equuus....Amorphous ......huff....pant....wahts....yer.....name....~?" cozy glow was almost too lovestruck to answer back, her mind as foggy as their cramped, humid chin caverns, panting in heat for the orange ball of amorphous excess. Thinking about how cute a name "scootaloo" was, mustve been a play on her weight, from a time where she was much, much, much smaller. But eventually, cozy glow had to reply herself "hhh....my name...heh.....cozy.....glow....g....goddess....hufff....huff....of....the former.....planet....of....hah...hah....equus...."

"A goddess....wheeeze.... that's....so cool...." the slobby Scootaloo exclaimed, in a rough, yet adorable tomboyish voice. In the backdrop of intensive, muffled, earthquake-like rumbling all around them, like this was their blubbery bunker in the midst of a fallout. "Thanks...heh....no one....huff....has ever come.....close...to my life....pant...pant...except you.....how did....all of you....get to....pant...pant....this....size....did you....devour.....a planet.....tooo~?" cozy glow proposed, licking her own bloated cheeks, getting off at the possibility of all the souls this blob must have devoured to reach. "Actually....no....heh....its a....pant...pant....long....story....mmmmff....wanna hear~?"

Cozy glow merly smiled, showing off the set of fangs somehow unphased from biting and clawing through thousands of miles of a planet light years away from its home, and replied "huf....huff....golly.....i would....loooooove....to hear....all about it..." ready to hear the tale of this cosmic colossus and the origin to her excess. And without a hint of hesitation, the mighty scootaloo used her magic to clear her fat-logged throat, and begin to speak clearer than she had been previously. Her horn began to project a hazy picture with the leftover gasses in their limited chin-covered space, showing a planet, much like equus, lush, and green, teaming with trees and mountains and oceans a plenty......

Discords role

Taking a seat upon the dew-stricken grass, the draconquis took in the planet he had created, the majestic sights and sounds, the tranquility, the picture perfect beauty, and as was in his chaotic nature. Tried to figure out a unique element of controlled chaos to introduce to this land. "Now let's see....fish that breath fire and make barbeque? Short giraffes with accounting firms....breakdancing goats and Corriedale rams who form mosh pits?"

Then he got the idea, an arousing idea. The draconuquis got a wonderful, arousing idea. Sitting there while a big long appendage grew in the middle of his lap, filling him with self-satisfied glee. He couldn't help but stroke right there by the lakeside in the middle of nowhere. Relishing in its scaly smooth contours.

Oh, it wasn't his dick, it was his scaly red tail. His other "appendage" he pleasured with his own magic.

With one zap of his talon, he summoned the appearance of many ponies and creatures whom he had met and became acquainted with over the years. Gilda, rainbow dash, twilight, spike, sweetie belle, apple bloom, applejack, rarity, Fluttershy, pinkie, lyra, bon bon, octavia, vinyl scratch, stralight glimmer, trixie, shining armor, cadence, chrysalis, some yaks, some dragons, diamond tiara, silver spoon, the student six, Celestia, luna, and finally, scootaloo. The chubby, orange, tiny-winged mare he was especially interested in. As she ravenously grazed a patch of grass by the river.

These creatures looked and sounded exactly like their real life counterparts, with the catch that they had no prior memory to who they are or what they were doing here, and hunger.....yearning hunger, hunger the likes of which could smother planets in an avalanche of galactic glut in the span of mere months. And that was his desire, to see their hunger constantly fulfilled, to see them eating and growing, eating and growing, on an endless indelible loop.

"Now....do I want to make them compete with one another....." he pondered, still stroking his tail considering this chaotic path "hmmmmm, probably not, the last time ive made spirits compete in eating they devoured a whole pocket dimension, and I do NOT want to do time for that again.....but what if....i were to make them all....friendly, and have them want to eat together for show~?"

His own curiosity stoked, he snapped his fingers, watching as his personal fattening farm of ponies began too mingle with one another, and stuff each other with the succulents that were magically appearing before them, cakes, pies, cookies, pizzas, donuts, all appearing on the ground, some in pairs, other in piles, all available to the chubby horse folk who were already gaining flabby chops and bellies that hung to their knees.

After a while of the pudge-bound ponies gorging and grazing the good, sugary earth before them. They started collecting big piles of succulents surrounding them and rolling them onto stumps and stones all across the still and tranquil wilderness, pairs of mares and stallions sat, silently chowing down on their gluttonous meal, bumping quickly expanding plots and licking muzzles in between feasts, gathering small crowd of their equally obese friends, fascinated by something as simple as eating a pile of hayburgers while watching somepony else do the same.

Discord hornily studied the growing landscape, pound after pound plumping up the corpulent cobs. Flanks displaying cutie marks they had no clue what they were for, blowing up and touching the ground before them, as were their pot bellies now pushing up against their stubby plush legs. And their front filling out with second chins, sizeable jowls, and adorably stuffed chipmunk-like cheeks. Docile chattel. Eating and talking and exploring each other with slight reluctance and embarrassment. Yet plenty of passion.

Scootaloo seemed to be the main attraction of this world, most ponies gathering around to see scootaloo ravenous inhale morsel after morsel, fascinated by the style, the technique in which he did it, challenging every meal like it was a duel between the seventh platter, and this 700 or so pound mare with her belly spilling out between her lap, and blubbery "bat wings" wobbling in time with her arms shoveling her enemy down the hatch without even a second thought.

"Mmmmfff....why discord, even for you was a delectably chaotic idea you've had~" Discord monologued to himself, summoning a couple of ghostly hands to give himself a round of applause "Just look at this gorgeous creature, eating like there's no tomorrow, with no restraint or care for any dietary concerns, a competitive devourer, yet not trying to outshine anypony other, my influences are often far more conniving and churlish than this, yet its chaotic wholesomeness makes my heart swell," he said as his own heart begin to balloon to thrice its size, making a weird organ shaped lump within discords solar plexus. "And that's not the only intense swelling...." he added, pointing to another organ currently covered up by a black bar, which he peeked under, turning to the reader and finishing with "ohohoh, i'm going to need some popcorn....with EXTRA butter~"

It was quite a while of rubbing and tugging to his waddling equine molds of jello shaking and jiggling as they meandered to the next meal and the next show of someone eating, before the horned-up draconequus finally decided to construct a little village for them, much akin to a town he was quite familiar with, by the name of ponyville, a simple, charming, agrarian town with a carousel shaped boutique, a place to store a lot of the generated sweets called "sugarcube corner" a hollowed out tree filled with books called "golden oaks", and a sizable farm and apple orchard called "sweet apple acres" many landmarks which he knew would eventually be trampled under blubber, but not before he had his fun slowly fattening his clueless subjects up.

With all that taken care of, all Discord had to do was ensure the ponies could still be mobile no matter what size they aimed for, whether magic, flight, or special muscles built within the zaftig flab of the equine undercarriages so they could roll and/or bounce to wherever they wanted to go. And out of interest of familiarity, he assigned homes to each of his rising souflees of pastel paunch. And gave them a few activities, so they wouldn't get too bored of eating and gaining all the time. Which they seldom did of course....

gildough and rainblob dash

The roly-poly pile of pudge that was scootaloo. Devouring pie after pie on top of one of many makeshift stages designed for anypony to roll up to and exhibit their eating skills, with plenty of room for others to join her in her juicy jiggly jamboree. And as scoots reached her doughy hooves into a cherry and blueberry pie bigger than his hunky head, and stained her gob with blotches of red and purple. She felt the sudden warmth of two barely mobile acquaintances scoot right up against his cutie-marked hide, and nuzzles their own impressively blubbery sides against the sign of a tri-colored shield with two crossed chicken legs on top of it.

Without hesitation, scootaloo took both his soft, squishy stubs and used them to dole out the magically reproducing pies on either side, as she snuggled into her first ever "fat sandwich" with a big blue, rainbow-maned blob with a multicolored lightning bolt on her flank as the first piece, and a fat, fluffy, feathery lump of a griffin as the second slice. For a while they gobbled and gorged in contented silence, savoring the taste of their abundant baked treats and their on the spot bonding, so much in fact, they each broke the ice, (and possibly the stage) with a set of bowel-disturbing FBBBBBBBBBRT's, a fanfare to greet each other, before either one of them started talking. "Mmmfff....hhhhi thuur, squeert~" the brash and bulky griffin greeted shoving multiple pies in her mouth at one time. "Gulp....gess you just heard my bae's "sonic rainboom"....HA, shes fuckin hilarious~!"

"Yeah....heh....sniff sniff....i never knew that this thing could do that" Scootaloo replied gently poking the blue blobs posterior with her pie-stained hoof. "My names scootaloo by the way....homf....." stuffing herself and her cool, caloric friends. "Scootaloo eh? I like it, ya cute lil dweeb" the gluttonous griffin affectionately called her, as she gently noogied her purple mane "names Gilda, and that's my marefriend rainbow dash"

"Lemme just say.... It's awesome to meet you lil guy" the rotund rainbow added, happily bumping her substantial backside against scoots, and sticking one tubby hoof out to tenderly jiggle her folds of fat "we must've been watching you eat for hours, how you just.....nomf.....tear apart pies like they were nothing, eating like a true champion out there....ompf......"

The slobby scootaloo blushed red as the cherry filling in her pies and swallowed another ten pounds worth "awwww thanks you two, i just.... Love to eat i guess" she humbly rejoined "and you two seem like amazing eaters too....hompf....nomf.....i mean lookat....gulp....nomf....you two go~! With her obese orange trotters still cramming their faces full of pie, just as they did for her.

"Well, that's mostly cuz we're modeling ourselves after you... Tho i don't know what it is, but we've always felt a bit...competitive" Gilda remarked, as the pudgy pair donned devious bedroom eyes and nuzzles their fuzzy tons of belly right up against scootaloo. More than ready to see who could mutually stuff each other more. A gut and butt of baby blue, and the marshmallowy lioness body squeezing their "golden idol" like she was an overripe orange.

That was probably the first time she had felt the tingling sensation of arousal deep within her nethers, a lust for her situation that could only be sated by simply doing what she already had, but more intense, and more extreme, with the style that her impassioned friends with benefits that they liked. "Ya know....ompf nomf....these pies are like.....slurp....slurp....the best thing I've had since scones....but have you.....gulp....ever tried...somthin spicy~?" Gilda proposed, as right next to all the pies, platters of buffalo wings and chili began to materialize.

"Cant say that i do....ompf.....nomf....but id love to try it~!" said Scoots, already digging into the piping hot wings, feeling a tangy sauce set her tongue on fire, in the best kind of way. Even when it made her face glow red and leave her panting and sweating like discord after a thousand years as a statue, she still kept chowing down on her plate, collecting another set of unique stains to her jowls, with a bright dark orange her smeared across her cheeks.

She could also see her fellow floor-scraping fatties turning red and panting for cool, crisp air. The smile already painted upon her just grew wider as she shoveled more into hers, and their maws. The tubby trio felt akin to dragons, practically breathing fire from their flabby five-alarm feast. And they weren't the only ones, a crowd of thousand-pound ponies waddled into frame, cheering on scoots and the corpulent couple she dined with.

After downing about ten bucket fulls of wings, and a few pails worth of chili, it was safe to say their fat-muffled cracks were shooting off with bouts of fiery farts like they were magic spells. All of them lapping their lips and licking each other's face in between wedging them full of juicy wings. At one point Gilda rigorously took her talons and kissed the orange blubberino right on her lips, long and slow. Before turning her around to her meaty mare friend to do the exact same, and the crowd went nuts. Seeing both of them give so much love to their favorite feaster, seeing her close her eyes and lose herself to the moment, not even questioning it. As they all tucked into the spicy, burning drumsticks of temptation, engaging in similar ribaldry.

"Ay, catch this hun~!" the doughball dash said, wobbling herself around, to flash her fattened fanny to scootaloo, and fill her face with the end result of too many endless wings. Billowing green gas filled her lungs, and she gladly buried her face in the caboose that blasted it, lapping up this obscene smelling ponut. And making her kindred blobby spirit moan through a maw full of wing sauce. Before Gilda parked her massive keister in front of Scootaloos half buried face, and did the same. Which got her to return the favor to both of them, scooching her cantankerous tangerine rump to their faces, and slapping booth their flabby faces with the jiggle of her cheeks caused by an extra spicy gut-busting fart~

"Ooooooohooo....celestial shit man, that was awesome~!" said Gilda, as she and her blubbery boo started clamoring to eat out the badonkadonk that just made the most fantastic sound and smell those ears had ever heard. "Sluuuurp....you said it, gilds....sluuurp" concurred Rainbow, already lapping up scootaloos spicy amrita, feeling the avian embouchure of Gilda helping her dig out scoots anus, and a pile of wings that just so happened to appear right inside of her clapping cheeks.

"Hufff...puff....woooooo~! Heh....say guys....pant...mmmmfff...after you eat these....wings....pant...pant...how do you....pant....nnnng.....cool off....pant?" scoots queried as she quivered in arousal from being eaten out so passionately. And from how piping hot her blubbery body was, and how much the crowd was cheering it all on. "Simple, lil buddy, we get us some crates full of somethin called "apple cider".....ompf....nomf....what is it you may ask?......nomf.....gulp....only the single best drink this planet's got tah offer~!" dash praised, as a huge barrel full of the drink appeared right in front, and right in the back of scootaloo.

With no hesitation, she started to tenderly suck the tap of the magically refilling barrel, enthralled by how the crisp, alcoholic beverage soothed her burning maw, savage flames all doused by the fizzy nectar of the fruit. She sighed in between gulps, letting off a few more sour cheek-rippling blasts of "wing wind" Gilda and Dash's way, who were also slurping a barrel full of the cider at a time. "Mmmmh....you guys are right, this stuffs delicious" Scoots replied, feeling himself grow quite a bit intoxicated from the deadly combination of wings and cider churning in her massive walk-in cauldron.

The next hour or so was spent in intense flaming passion, the tubby planksnapping trio taking turns devouring each other's buffalo covered nethers, stuffing one another with piles of wings, and chugging barrels of cider to cool off their blubbery butter pats of bodies. All the whole leaking the salty sticky reduction that came from such passion. Which could be seen and smelt splashed across the audience as well. All of them eventually nodding off before the sun even set. Leaving scootalard, rainblob dash, and glut-da to roll right into each others shared embrace, sweat pouring from every fold, milt leaking from their flab hidden flowers, and tenderly feeling each other as they chewed on the last few wings of the night.

"Th-UUUUUUUUUUUUUURP-man, that was fun, thanks for introducing me to this stuff~" scootaloo thanked her two adipose aunt-like figures, smothering them both in sloppy smooches. "FBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRT.....nnng....anytime, scoots honey" Rainbow affectionately replies, smacking her big blue lips and spice-battered chins against scootaloos flabby orange face, running her hooves through her mane that had been greased from the days events.

And pressing her warm, tender, kneading talons upon scoots lardy loins, she spooned her sides and asked "say, doughball, you think ya wanna head to our place and maybe hog some more of these wings~?" to which she lapped her muzzle and replied "heck yeah, where do you guys live?" herself digging her putty-like hooves into Gilda's fluffy bean bag of a belly. "Oh that....it's uhhh, right over there" her talon pointing to a stunning three-story mansion, decked with crystal blue paint and decked with a few thatched designs, its appearance grand, yet looks as grungy and as unkempt as the duo was. And the cloud itself floating only a couple feet from the ground.

Gilda and dashie rubbed their jowls right up against scootaloo and gave her devious bedroom eyes, eager to lift this solid ton of tangerine tub onto their rickety undersized cot and make the night itself jiggle. And that's what they set out to do, like two thieves in the night, they grunted and strained as they reached their greedy hooves under the plush paunch of scootaloo, and slowly they lifted her up to their chests, standing atop their hind legs, they swayed and wobbled. Panting at their and her robustness.

"Heh....there we go ya big....lug....huff....puff....thought wed do....somethin....huff....romantic....for you....pant....pant~" squawked Gilda, as she and rainbow slowly waddled their way offstage with their two thousand pound cargo, and the identical amount of sauce stained weight that wrapped around the both of them. That along with being quite intoxicated from all that sweet apple acres chronic, they staggered left and right all the way to the dank and refuse covered mansion.

Eventually, they arrived at their makeshift bedroom at the first floor, with the stench of unwashed flab and griffon musk pervading throughout the house, especially around their sweat-soiled queen sized matresses, the landing pad for which scootaloo would most certainly be tossed upon as the duos hocks began to buckle under their flab, and their tails sunk down to the dirt floor below, hidden by a layer of misty fart clouds.

"Alright, big gal.....pant...pant...on the count of three, were gonna throw you onto the beds," said Dash, as she struggled to keep scootaloos slippery bulk above her shoulders. Their corpulent cargo blushing and giggling feeling her gorging partners rock her back and forth in preparation to swing her into their unglamorous twin cots.

"Here we go....pant....one....huf.....two....huff....thrrreeee~!" they shouted in unison, lobbing scootaloo onto the comfy sweat-soaked pads below, the impact making her frantically jiggle all over, like a jello in an earthquake, the divets of fat on her belly and plot rippled and slapped, prompting moans of bothersome pleasure while her body remained in meaty motion, even after she was snug on their squishy grey beds.

At the same time, gildough and rainblob dash fell to their flab buried knees and plopped down on either side of scootaloo, all of them drooling and neighing, sticking their flabby appendages into one another and trading sultry kisses and panting hot wing scented breath and belches onto each other, and ripping big hot ones right against each others landsliding blubber. "Smoooch.....awww fuck....were so....heavy~" Gilda remarked, lost in the pleasure of feeling up so much tonnage just like everypony else.

And though they were practically flightless, they each flapped their wings with sheer arousal, as a substitute for a hard-on, and to waft the various smells lurking in the dark, musty room. Their mutually romantic way to say goodnight to each other, being too tired from all this heavy lifting and fervent abuse of their bowels to speak it. As the three of them fell asleep in each other arms, and snored sonorously in a dreamless sleep. Before the dawn sent them back up to their job of feasting as rapidly and as stylishly as possible.

twilard and spike

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.

applefat

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.....

rotundity

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 fÃªte, 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.......

blubbershy and pound-packing pets

Scootaloo swelled with pride just as she swelled with weight thinking about it, as she lay in the haze of the sun in the middle of town, as her back fat slowly sank into the fountain she lay under, a cool, refreshing dip in the midst of tanning her golden goblet of glut. As much as she loved eating, she loved doing good for her friends, though her mind hardly thought of the concept that was all the rage in the land she was based off of.

However, these elements of harmony that had no name in this world were on full display to scootaloo, as by his sides, he would feel fluff, and fur, and hear panting and purring, applejacks honest appreciation for her, and rarities unwavering generosity that came in the form of two enormous, blubbery pets, one a border collie, and one a Persian cat, which they sent as thanks for the fun they had. Both of them nuzzled and lapped their new owner out of REM to greet her.

"Hehe....that tickles...where did you....come from?" scootaloo asked being lapped relentlessly by the fluffy blob of a collie. Maneuvering her puffy hoof just underneath the furry chops of the creature, she could see a tag that read "Winona" "huh, Winona, i like that name....fits a good girl like you" she fawned, scratching the overfed pup behind the ear, making her bark with delight with her tongue lolled out, panting in a happy key.

"And how bout you, miss, what's your name?" turning to the puffy spoilt four thousand-pound Persian with a purple bow over her head, her hoof flipping up the tag under her opal studded collar, which read in a cursive font "opalescence" "hmmm, i think ill call you "opal" for short" she replied, gently stroking her blubbery snow white fur, causing her to brush her cheeks right against Scootaloo.

That's when she noticed the note tucked neatly betwixt one of her sweaty folds, curious, she shook and swayed her body to wriggle it out to the surface, as it was too far away for her stubby arms to reach. The card opened from her navel and revealed a hoof-written message, signed by both Applejack and Rarity.

"Dear Scootaloo, us and our sisters wanted tah thank you fer the heap of fun weve been havin with yoou over the past couple of days"

"And as a show of our appreciation for you, we've decided to give you some furry companions to accompany you on your strolls, for the times you may have to sleep alone"

"Winona here's the brightest and fattest of the litter of puppies our old farm dog. Fair warnin, she loves kisses, so be prepared fer a face fulla slobber"

"And opalescence is a darling pedigree pussy, fair warning, she is incredibly pampered, to expect to feed and groom her quite often"

"All the best, applejack and rarity~"

"Awwww, how nice of them," she thought aloud as she took in the multiple tons of paunchy fur tipping her right into the fountain below, splashing sprinkled water all over the dirt around it, and causing scootaloo to bust out laughing with joy. Winona's tongue and opal's cheek hard at work embracing and cherishing their new owner. As she giggled and sighed with delight, feeling like she could fall asleep right underneath her uberweighted blankets of pets "mmmh...who are good girls, who are some good girls, that's right, its you girls!" she cooed to her dog and cat duo. Her hooves gave as many pets as she could reach. Laughing as this fluffy contentment washed over her like the stream of the fountain beneath her.

"Oh man, so these are pets huh, i love em~! Heh....i wouldn't mind having a few more of you around" she says in jest, so satisfied with the unconditional lapping and loving of the doughy duo laying on top of her, she already wanted to double down on the petting. That's when she heard a soft, whispery voice that flowed into her ear like a tonal melody. "A few....pant....more....pant....pets....?" asked the soft voice, owned by a big, fat, blubbery buttery pegasus with a long flowing mane of pink, who lay with her preposterously large belly up, covered by her equally plumpened pet bunny of a milky white downiness.

"Yeah....thats what i said....hehe" replied scootaloo, craning her flabby neck to look up and find the face of that beautiful voice "ohhh.... I'm sorry....i should introduce myself...." the buttery blob of pony bashfully replied "....m....my names....fluttershy.....i love.....pets and animals....i actually have a....cottage out in the forest.....where i feed and take care of them....maybe you could come along....if it isn't.....too much trouble" the sheepish pegasus meeped, gently hiding her blushing face behind one of her jowls.

Feeling the weight of his pets showering her with love and affection. Naturally, she couldn't refuse such an offer "oh of course, id love to miss Fluttershy....hnnng.....ill need a....minute of two tho....to get up with these two.....nnnff.....big ol cuties around me" she replied, straining to shift her blubber even a titch with the eight tons of pet puff pinning him to the fountain below.

"Oh....it's alright.....youre not the....pant.....pant....only one....heh....angel....would you kindly.....get off of my belly.....so i can move.....if that's okay with you...." fluttershy requested to the great white blob of a bunny atop her. Who nuzzles her chins to indicate his affirmation. Slowly but surely slipping and oozing off of her massive yellow hill of a tummy like a walrus rolling off a rock on the shore. "Hehe.....pardon my sweet pet bunny.....he loves to play...."beach master".....with me.....pant....pant"

After a considerable amount of galumphing time, the wide-reaching waisted ponies and their pets made their way inside of Fluttershy's cottage, each one having to squeeze their wholesale paunchy packages through the doorway one at a time, considering the limited space they had and the amount of strain it took to jostle through with enough butter and sweat permeating around their bodies and without ripping the door frame off its hinges.

But finally, they were inside the snug and cozy cabin, in what Scootaloo would consider the snuggest place in all of equus, the cottage itself would be a moss-roofed warehouse to the average pony, but for Scootaloo, there was hardly room to budge and inch inside, with her, opal, Winona, Fattershy, and angel all squished together in one area closeby to the fireplace. Surrounded by fattened furry bodies all resting, and slowly feasting from overflowing dishes with their names on them.

"Oh Celestia...." scoots remarked feeling her pampered pets smother her body as they ruffed and purred in their sleep. "....it sure is comfy in here~" as she rubbed both of their mattresses of belly fat. With her field of vision currently restricted to the ceiling above, she could only imagine the cute, jovial look on Fluttershy's face underneath her 2-ton bunny blanket as she replied "awww, thanks....i do my best to....make sure every creature here is comfortable and well fed....."

"Some of my favorites are the big animals like Harry.....you probably can't see him....but he's a big, friendly grizzly bear just to the left of me." Fluttershy described, running her stubby yellow hoof into her bloated bear fuzzy brown folds, making this bear of hibernation proportions growl in sheer delight "I've heard that most bears aren't as gentle as harry is, but i suppose its because....well.... They're always hungry" she giggles, sniffing the air of the musky odor he emanated from the pleasure of being tenderly petted.

"Heh....i suppose so.....so do they just....lay in here, and eat and sleep all day?" she asked, beginning to feel this whole cottage was made exclusively for animals' permanent slumber, but not in a macabre way. "Umm.....you'd be correct, i love seeing all these cuddly creatures eating and sleeping in harmony....i always encourage them to lay back and simply enjoy the simple things" The orange lard-dipped pony could hear a series of growls, grunts, purrs, murrs, chirps, and seal claps that rang through the cottage in agreement with what Fluttershy had said.

"By the way....would you like some....tea?....i uhhh....brewed it myself...." she asked, as she shifted her blubber just enough to carefully move a tea set on top of her tummy onto scootaloos. The piping hot kettle and cups are another source of warmth and comfort to surround her. "Heh....don't mind if i do..." as she stared at what she could of the tea set, concentrating enough to try and level her own buried stomach muscles to push a full cup of tea and a little shortbread cookie down to her main jowls so she could properly consume this minute delicacy.

It took her a few tries but she was able to do it, the shortbread landing square in the milky teacup and sliding off the plate , and just underneath her first chin. And with one big, prolonged sip, she swallowed the tea and the cookie. Taking in all the sensations of warm and tranquility that she was buried neck deep in, her bulking blobs of pets on either side, hugging and kissing her even as they rested, the squeamish meeps of Fluttershy, deep in her snuggling session with Angel. Silently cooing and whispering sweet affirmations that scootaloo could hardly make out. The low, muffled noises of her mansion-filling menagerie, all cuddling and nuzzling in synchronicity. The crackling fireplace further warmed their filled and immobilized bodies. The warmth of the tea flowed down into her belly. And finally, a piece of ambient music she heard not too long ago, not knowing who played it or where she heard it.

"Ahhhh.....thanks again for letting me visit....y' know....when i get my own place, I'm gonna have it....just like this.....all comfy and cozy......maybe a few posters from eating exhibitions, and lots of tubes and plates to feed all my pets....paradise" she sighs, closing her eyes, and simply letting all the blubber around her sink in, prepared to fall asleep at any moment from how much soft silky succor was on all sides of her, even the floor she rested on felt incredibly fleecy. Like there was some enormous 50-ton sheep underneath the house providing them all with such a soft, cushy surface.

But before scootaloo could let out a triumphant yawn and pass out from the coziness she.... Well yes, she let out a massive burp, but after that, her mouth was magically sealed with sticky, sweet slices of angel food cake. Smothering her chops with heavenly vanilla frosting, which she chewed half asleep, as she let the sandman overtake her, along with the fluttershy, and all the rest of the dozy doughballs, nodding off to this mysterious cake stuffing. Fast asleep like foals in the crib. To the tune of their own stomachs gurgling a sweet lullaby......

porky pie

....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.....

lyra/bon bon and vinyl scratch/octavia

An ecstatic series of wub-wub-wubbing was heard from finely fattened chonkmeisters on a built-in stage. Performing what could be described as "blob music" one a grey, refined sophisticated violinist with a black perm named Octatavia, or Octavia outside the stage. And a white, shade-wearing blue-haired dubstep DJ named Vinyl Scratch. Who served a crowd of hundreds in both ponyville and the nearing town of canterlot. Rocking and jiggling their engorged groove things with incredible finesse the sweat bounced off their bodies and onto the floors below.

Vinyl scratch, with her rapidly expanding size, she could easily carry all of her record-scratching EDM gear within her back flab, and rolls. Her horn doing most of the work for her, leaving her plenty of time to feast and gahlump up and down. And her sweat-proof stereo system was custom built right inside of her cavernous keister, the sub-woofers boosted to their highest level to give the sexiest bass drops, weather amplifying her farts or jiggling her wobbly marshmallow fanny cheeks like they were struck by a tornado.

As for Octavia, her only instrument was the fiddle, but even with the assblasters right inside of her lardy lover, she could still play as loud as them. Feverishly working the elongated bow she used to reach the fiddle on the other hoof. And playing it so hot and feisty you'd think it would have caught fire by the first concerto's end. Along with the rest of her sweat-greased mass of elephantine fuzz.

And that wasn't their only trick, that came in the form of a veiny double-ended dildo that Octavia has wedged in the center of her puffy rock quarry of an ass. Every once in a while, she would back the multi-foot marital aid right up into vinyl's gyrating stereophonic money maker. And bashing the sucker in and out, making them both moan and wail as loud as their chosen instruments, which harmonized surprisingly well with the music they played. Oh, how they love to bump and grind. As they played on and ate on, indulging in everything they loved at the same time. Such a twin-pegging jamboree was the perfect accompaniment for scootaloos supple snack of candied oats and whole stretchers of taffy.

These were happily provided by another treat-baking blob of a pony named bon bon, who nuzzled her cheeks into the glutting mare as she bulked up alongside her, and her wife, an equally blobby and quite silly green unicorn by the name of Lyra. Who attempted to put on a quadruple XL pair of jeans, stretching it across her flabby skin and blubbery Verdigris voluminosity. In spite of the fact nopony needed to wear pants.

Scootaloo lethargically craned his head upward from the sticky combination, tearing a string of taffy off her face that stuck to the tub she noshed it from, to run her hooves across her sweating oval of a belly. Before turning up to thank her hostesses "mmmff....thankth again fer....slurp....slurp.....inviting me ovvfur.....gulp....guess youve been seeing how beeg im becuuming..." she said, working through a mouth full of wet oats and taffy sticking to every tooth and gumline.

"Oooh, the pleasahs all ours, your such a sweet lil gal, we can't help but want tah fatten you up~" replied bon bon, saying the words Scootaloo had been hearing since the moment he was conscious, yet they never seem to get old, neither did the affection of those who uttered it. Like with the swirly-haired tanker of tub reaching down to blow raspberries on her hoof-lifting tummy, which was quickly rounding her out to a Steller five tons.

The silly yet affectionate raspberries made tremendous oceanic ripples in the library of folds surrounding Scootaloo on all sides, the ripples vibrating all the way to his various jowls, which now stood atop his sloping front with the resemblance of an uneven rope ladder. All these ripples were so deep even her mane and her eyes twitched trancedly. "Oooooh, Celestia....a move like that deserves a special gift from yours truly~" Scoots smugly added, as she puffed her cheeks up, ready for the gastrointestinal signal to unleash one of her trademark belches in this soft and squeezable get-together.

"Oh, word~? Tavi! She's gonna do the thing" said Vinyl, turning the volume down on her bass to catch this overstuffed pumpkin's masterful eructation's. Causing Octavia to gasp in delight, "She is, she is!!!" placing her two bingo-winged hoofs on her van-sized stomach, for lack of being able to reach her face with all that soufflé-like flab- swelling. She reached for an extra wide snare drum, and two drumsticks. Nudging the set to the front with her snoot, and with great enthusiasm performed a drumroll, waiting for the room to be filled with the booming command of this big rig of blubber.

Sweat plowed down everyone's fuming fannies, a few silent farts blasting off, the pre-blech atmosphere already smelling of the scent of uncouth and unbathed pony tallow. Just the way scoots liked it, warm, hot, sticky, musky, and ready to be blown away.....

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP" she bellowed, loud as a gong, and powerful as a gunshot. Instantly the smell of rancid cheese and candy was filling the corpulent corners of the room, her breath ablaze with a stench that could stop a butterfly in midair. And have it diving headfirst into her flabby grottos of folds for another whiff.

The room stayed silent for a brief spell, apart from the sharp and prolonged inhalations of the quartet of portly porkers. And the odd shudder and possible orgasm, it was hard to tell especially when they needed somepony else to locate their own erroneous zones. And after the silence, they filled the atmosphere with cheers for the pony who expelled more gas than a ground fissure. Everypony slapped their blubber like seals warning of a killer whale nearby.

Scootaloo bowed as best as his chunky flesh-pot of a head would allow. "Thank you....thank you.... I'm quite proud of it myself~" blushing and tucking into her vat of liquified calorie-bombs. Just around the time Lyra somehow managed to fit the pair of ill-fitting jeans around half of her body. "Tadah~! See bon blob, told ya i could do it....hnnng....now.... let's see how much it takes for them to rip" Lyra excitedly announced, already mowing a bowl of buttercream frosting, causing her already overworked jeans not meant for contours that fit better on a blimp than a pony, to violent creak and rumble. The stitching soon gave way around her waist as the buttons on it quickly popped off and landed all on top of each other square on the nose of scootaloo with impeccable balance.

They didn't stay there for long as Scootaloo quickly gobbled them up and sent them to meld with the rest of the 5 billion calories inside, expanding her faster than manifest destiny. "Heh....you gals are just full of surprises" complimented Scootaloo, shifting and jiggling in excitement with her fellow plumpened peach carriers. "Say, how bout another song, scratch, and tavi~?"

"You got it, lil bro, let's crank that volume up to eleven and get this party started~!" vinyl shouted, cranking up her booty bass and ripping the nastiest bass-blasted farts so hard they could blow out a whole row of speakers. Meanwhile, Octavia rosined up her bow and fervently fiddled it like she were in a bet with Tartarus itself. All the while they all leaned in closer to Scootaloo, to give her a five-way saturnalia of smooching and belly bumping. Spongey sweat-soaked folds slapped against their beloved blob as she ate like a king, and dolled out hoof fulls of the regenerating slop to her adoring coeval corpulents.

The whole house was bursting with the cacophony of booming dubstep, fervent violin, fart, belches, stuffing, and the ominous sounds of a creaking cottage now under the duress of a combined 25 tons of blubber all rubbing up against one another, and pushing every article of furniture to its walls. Seems plain this would be the second house detonation scootalard would be taking part in in the span of 24 hours.

And once they burst out of their fat-confining dwelling, the whole town could be witness to the slapping and smooching and wub-wub-wubbing of buttocks born beats. Who themselves were beginning to burst open their thatched cottages, rapidly expanding blobs of ponies looked on through the windows, now wearing the reed, straw, and clay of their house as mere clothing.

Everypony cheered on their own town's structural defacing, inspired by the charismatic spirit of lovable feedable scootaloo. Face a glaze with stains and wide-smiled enthusiasm, and as she witnessed the last wall break away from her flab-sinking face, revealing the glorious sunset glowing as brightly as she did, and took in the adoration echoed for miles around, she truly knew this was nothing to sneeze at, this was a movement, a calling. Scootaloo a meaty malleable messiah with thousands of of her fellow porkers willing to do anything for her, or to be next to her.

If her mind thought of it, she could bring them all to their buried knees, and have them gahlump to her wide open muzzle, but all she really wanted to do, was keep eating and gaining, and see everypony else do the same. So in a loud and steady voice, she cleared her throat and called out to the sea of several-ton formless flab piles before her.

"Ahem.....alright everypony, who else wants to stuff their face with the great scootalard~?" she boomed, for lack of proper arm movement from those in the thousand-pound throngs on account of them being permanently sunken in their offseason winter coats of blubber. And for the fact they were stuffing their cheeks full of limitless caloric bumper crops. They blew astringent gusts of bodily petrol from both ends, shaking the remaining bits of their own homes off their tremendous towering frame, many of which dribbled and tumbled down their staircase of sweat-moistened chins, or simply dived off their rustling cetacean crappers.

She whiffed the pungent sour air of the crowds, feeding on their devotion to being the fattest they could be. And giving off a massive sigh of arousal. "Ill take that as everyone, well come on down, you big beautiful blobs, let's dig in!!!" her simple request led to another round of cheers from stuffed faces, shooting off residue from what their faces were crammed with. Almost as loud as the blaring butt-step, and the fervent grumbling of their industrial-grade stomach spilling's. A good percentage of which were made up of just Fluttershy's menagerie. Adding to the loud and proud bellows of the fastest-growing town on the planet.....

a beautiful medley of fatness

First up were a couple, Starlard dripper (starlight glimmer) and Trixie size-of the-moon, their formless masses of fluffy paunch shuffled immediately to bump rumps and bellies with Scootaloo. The feasting began instantly with Trixie introducing a spell to magically summon those hoards of food that were becoming too far for these 10-foot tanks of blubber-submerged limbs. The yellow stream of magic stuffed everyone with no need to strain or move a digit. Burying them deeper within their corpus colossi.

"D-dere ...chomp...we go....nomf.....thanksh to de g-great, and.....uuuurp....bountiful....fbbbbrt....t-tttttttTRIXIE, we.....munch...may gorge an feest....nompf...ompf....indefinitly.. ...BRRPFFBLTTT... Without'sh eend." the big blue pond of a pony proudly boasted, glaring seductively at Scootaloo. Moving her lips through a sudden barrage of whole cooked turkeys and pipelines of gravy, sputtering in an attempt to blow her a kiss.

Meanwhile, her more modest marefriend Starlight smiled and rolled her cheek-buried eyes. which made the great and bountiful Trixie blush and correct herself "hehe....well....nomf....with a little help from...gulp....stalrighth....glitter....prrrffft...." scootaloo nodded her sinking facial features with a mouth filled with multi-colored layer cake, miming the lip movement to say "thanks you two, that's gonna make eatin and growin that much easier."

"Thu pleasuure.....nompf....wus all....fbbbrt....ours....gulp....for such a schewwt....lil ghuy....nompf...." Starlard added, as they both leaned in their towering elephantine bodies to smooch her wagon wheel sized cheeks with mouth still stuffed full, leaving all kinds of meaty stains on those blushing pads of fat.

A little later in the stuffing shindig, was a green shaded pachyderm of a pony called "woah nelly!" who had already been among the heftiest when she first awoke in this fantasy planet, but now she got her moment in the sun up there with Scootalard, sharing the biggest, sloppiest, stringiest cheese pizzas with her, ones that could cover the castle of friendship if stretched out properly, all of it rolled up into a sopping bread roll, being chomped down to the last pepperoni by gourmandizing gobs and gullets, until nelly and scoots muzzles met for a tremendously hefty embrace of tongues.

"Mmh....issh dhat....de taste.....of....nnng.....puhretzels....?" she asked, as she pressed harder into scoots sweaty boiler-warm flab so hard she could feel the growls of her engorged stomach rumbling in her teeth. "Yeeah....schlop....mmmmg.....had three-hundred....poundth....mmf...of puhretzul....dow....smack.....an hower....agoo...." she replied, her speech interrupted by her already taxing boulder cheeks and the slapping of her tongue against woah nellies.

Next on the chopping block was an even steamier affair with overindulgence. As the crowd watched her slide slowly like a slug in a drunken stooper with a sloshed, caterpillar-bellied pony by the name of Berry Punch, who she split a water towers worth of the most intoxicating overripe cocktail she could get her sunken hooves upon.

"Gulp....gulp....gulp....that'll be our....HIC....fifth....vat down then.....ya waddlin...hicup!.....winery..." Scoots slurred as she opened her tongue and lapped a little leftover booze on the blown-up billboard of a cutie mark of a bunch of grapes and strawberries. Which caused its owner to moan and giggle in drunken delight, and call out "hey~!, lets shhaaay.....yoooouniiiii.....hic.....go to tha spa....n get our....hic....fffupath.....rubbed~...." as mugs and mugs of cider and wine kept pouring themselves into her and scootaloos plush mushes.

Deeper in the line of mutual hedonistic thickening was the zaftig jiggle-jumble of zebra named Zecora. Who specialized in potions brewed to enhance her fellow ponies with unexpected results. Which explained why the mounting pile of scootalard was temporarily morphed into an equally vast giraffe, her blubber broke out in spots, and her neck jutted out with many donuts of flesh pushing it further out, like her head was a lighthouse upon copper shores made up of herself.

All the while, the striped black and white blob jiggled her most squeezable features, slapping and clapping her robust shadow-making rump cheeks together, each slap performed so slowly Scoots had a clear view into Zecora's puckered, sweat-dripping anus, beckoning for her to lick it, along with the lyrical way she spoke to her "bountiful giraffe, with skin of orange, reach your tongue deep and lap my......door hinge~! Do it slow or do it quick, and ill gift you with a giant stick~" she eludes, as another potion meant to give Scootaloo girth between her flab-buried gams was pumped down her hatch.

Scootaloo was up to eight tons when he started seeing other creatures join him in her building-crushing fetish, chocolate fur-covered bales of blubber called yaks had shambled down from the hills to see her and smothered her in the abundant wooly warmth that kept them toasty in their huts up in yakyakistan. And as they delighted in gathering around her like she was a roaring fire of flab. They regaled her with tails of their proud and corpulent creed.

"Mmmf....hope big orange pony like our gift, yaks best at keeping others warm with big pelts of yak fur, yaks never have body temperature below hundred fifteen degrees~" their leader explained as he rubbed his gold adorned chest fluff onto Scootaloo, who panted and wheezed from being squished from all sides by mountains of orbs of bovine fluff, blanketing her better than even her own domineering dough. "Yeah....pant...pant....ill haftuu....pant...pant....see you land....pant....pant....sometime...."

After a very extended rest in the humongous huddle of heft, her next eager bwoomping buddy came in the form of another visiting species, enormously powerful, rapidly inflating fire-breathing beasts, taking quite the liking for the whale-sized loaf of constant hunger-slaking. They of course, being naturally bigger still had discernable bodily features, and could wrap themselves across the 10 ton blubber ball and pleasure her from multiple angles, their toothy grins puckering up against her most sensitive folds, and their tails plunging into her nethers to do what dragons do best, and make those of smaller, and weaker standing scream and beg for mercy~

"Mmmmh....i must say.....you and your kind are absolutely perfect for us dragons to rest upon~" moaned their leader, his towering grey neck resting upon a terrace made up of scootaloos sloping softness. Her face frozen from so much pleasure, as she could do was pour waterfalls of sweat, and hyperventilate with arousal, as each anal excavating of the winged behemoths conjured a series of braps that could strip a segment of the everfree forest of its pine needles.

All through the days and night the corpulent creatures kept on coming, and the piles of blubber just kept on stacking. Scootaloo is in the ponderous position of being both incredibly close and incredibly far away from everything. Every ounce pushed their bodies closer together, yet further apart, that's why after a while, it became necessary for the unicorns to create personal portals around their roundabout jowls so they could better catch a glimpse of scootaloo as they scarfed down mass quantities with her.

Many more hours would pass of filling the air with musky equine gas, as well as scoots and her adoring landmasses filling themselves and each other up. Each one fatter and feistier than the rest, many of those scootaloo had been feasting with before going a second time, because just like their insatiable bottomless middles when it came to sustenance, they simply couldn't get enough of her. And perhaps two of the most eager to meet with the ever-cutened blob of orange creamsicle were the richest mares in town. Diamond tiara, and silver spoon......

dough-mond tiara and silver spoon-fed

"Ahem...washt.....UUUUUUUUUUUUURP......anybhody....gonna tell ush....shcoot was here...!?" a booming voice dripping with arrogance and melted cheese said from the very back of the overfed throngs, everypony ungainly turned their blubber to the far end of ponyville, where stood a pony with the appearance of a threadless plush land ship covered in pink, once a much brighter shade, but made darkened and dirtied from the utter lack of bathings and constant nonending blasts of green into the atmosphere.

Scootaloo could just about make her out even with her invasive padded cheeks beginning to squeeze her eyelids shut on either side, slowly forming the appearance of a face fat tunnel. Her face was still quite noticeable from such a distance. Rolls of intricate greasy hutt-like blubber dangling down. The bulbs of fat streaked with hot melted gorgonzola. And each fold containing loose, leftover donuts, stale pizza slices, and half-eaten hot dogs. One of which was being sucked down diamonds muzzle so fast it practically popped out of existence. And of course, a tiara above her head, to suggest that she was a pony of untold importance and that she was the one who should be crowded by and adored.

This breathing cliffside of corpulence then let her jaw unhinge and drool mustard onto her massive catch-all bibs of chins. Cocking her recognizable bit of face, she began to pant ravenously, like a starved wolf, as she sifted through a sea of rainbow rotundness, moving with the likeness to a battleship, heading straight for the blobby sunset that was scootaloo. The sounds of her moaning and her tremendous rectal smokestack billowing from her mountainous goldmine of an ass sounding just like the horn of an ocean liner. Which caught even the equally engorged scootaloo off guard.

And of course, joining her on the maiden voyage outside of their enormous mansion just outside of the town limits was her faithful wife, the braided hair naval ship of blubber, silver spoon. Working several gritty jowls and a constant stream of sausage links down her gullet, she nuzzled her spoiled sweetheart as they dragged their heavenly crafts of fat through choppy waters of flatulent pastel excess. Going off like dormant volcanoes as they were scraped by either the tantalizing stained sides of the dominating duo. Their cutie-marked hindquarters were big enough for an ursa major to slumber upon, or the truly immense mounds of constantly lactating breasts affixed to their unimaginable undersides.

The sputtering mess they left behind quickly filled up the makeshift canal the ponies had formed to let diamond and silver through, creating a canal filled to the top chins with delicious breast milk, to which the quaggy fellowship of beach-size blobs were more than happy to sip and slurp up, as they waited patiently to see what an encounter with three of the most important figures in their fast-growing landscape shaping town would result in.

Luckily, they wouldn't have to wait for much longer, because the resulting overflowing of the mares mushy mounds of mammaries led to the duo of moving pudge ridges being pushed by a tidal wave of creamy white milk, straight into the once and future queen of eating, like the iceberg to the titanic. They crashed together in slow motion, the very tips of their stained spongy blubber bumping together before the chain reaction brought all that collateral jiggle up to their middles, past every fold and jowl, until finally, it ceased at their multi-ton faces, three fixtures of jowls slapped and smooched one another, making them vibrantly dance and slide across one another's flesh. A tango of tub, if you will.

And of course, it wasn't long before the midday sun and the core temperatures of these overworked heaps of helpings beaded sticky, sappy sweat that meshed and stuck their folds together. And pulled them into a tender, passionate, three-way kiss, the logic of their cellulited sandbags of cheeks be damned. Their eyes locked along with their kissers. The crowd behind them stood silent, knowing whatever they were seeing behind the great walls of crinkly fat tissue was the stuff of legends. Ones to write home about if any of them could write let alone feel their own hooves.

Being the lady she was, Scootaloo cordially tried to introduce herself to the posh plush tanks of tubb, in between restless tongues rolling in each other's oral cavities "hhh...hhhii....ihm schootalhooo.....yuu must bhee...." her introductions instantly interrupted by the doughy diamond, who scoffed at the notion of anything that impeded the mountainous hedonism she and silver spoon had charted the course for. "Dhaimund thiara....and dhis is muh....luuvly whife....shilver.....mmmf....shpoon.....fbbbbbbbbbbbrt......iht ish a wunderfhul privuledge....mmmph....fur yoo....schlurp....schlurp....tuh mheet ussh here....."

"Thankth....yuuu.....im qhuite....honuured....schlorp....gulp.....tuu meet ennyphony really....specihally....mmmff.....phonies dhat appeer.....tuh bhe....sclourp....as imurthant....ash.....yershelves....schlorp...." scootaloo slowly replied, a she felt herself and everyone else rapidly gaining faster than before, even without a constant stream of never-ending feed hooked up to them. "Yiiis....ash yuuu shuld be....nomf....ompf.....fhat fhlank....~" Silver Spoon added, the magical stream of food still filling their overworked bear-sized cheeks even as they practiced a bit of tonsil buckball.

"Schlorp....schlorp....lhets chut....tuuh dhe chase....gulp....nomf...ompf.....off why wee came....ooompf....haah...haah.....wee ure....mmmph....dhe richest....phonies....huff....huff....in....sclrop....de wurld....an....haaah....gulp.....nomf.....we chame down....nomf...gulp...sclorp.....tuuh ashk yuuu...tuuh....gulp....gulp....shtay.....with oos....fur.....une....night....n....gulp....schlorp....nomf....bringth....yer pets.....ahlong...." diamond explained, her voice still coming through the barrage of tonguing and stuffing, and rampant flatulence that was now echoing into the corpulent vista behind. And to sweeten the proposal made, silver spoon added "n....huff....hufff....wee hhave....oooomph....all dhe dogs....gulp....gulp....n chats....guuuuurgle.....yuu culd....omf....slurp.....dhesiiire....schlurp....ghulp...."

Their numerous feet of blubber undulated and gyrated to seduce their much-beloved superstar to accept their offer, but remembering all the cuddles and kisses she gave and received from only having one of each set of blubbery dog and cat as they rested on her tons of blubber bedding, there was just about no way she was going to refuse that offer.

"Ssshure....thing....pant....wheeze....schlurp....i theenk....gulp.....gulp....whinnnona....n....ophal....ure....beehind mhe....." she replied, unable to see anything past the twin sinkholes of flesh grinding against her numerous rolls and chins. She called out to her equally doughy plethroas of pet pudge, who at the moment were serenading one another with howls and meows as they were being fed mythical string of kibble and cake. Slapping and rubbing their fluffy hill-ish bellies together. "Whuus....my....slurp....schlurp....guud ghiiiirls....haah....chome along now....hufff....gulp....where goeeng....haah....tuuh....schleeep.....nomff....ompf....ovveeer.....tuunight.... "

....fast forward to tomorrow morning, after Scootaloo had been gorged and fondled as a guest of honor, engaging in enormous mountainous coitus in the fattened lap of luxury, and slept off another couple of digits added to the trio's total weight. Which was easily in the hundred-ton category by now. She was given her reward for the impassioned one-night stand. No less than 400 mightily mounting doughy piles of doggy and kitty paunch. Whom upon meeting their brand new owner, jumped into elated hysterics, all of them shuffling their shipyards of blubber to their brand new owner to smother her in cuddles and kisses. Blobs of fur of all shades and thicknesses banded together in mollycoddling scoots and her ground trembling spheres of equine excess.

All Scootaloo could do in this blissful pet paradise was laugh her cute, cuddly chins off, and mimic the joyful sounds her fluffy bags of flab made "hahahahaha.....ruff ruff!....meoooooooooww.....so many good booooys, haha haaaaaa, i love you all so much!" her body wriggling and wobbled around, nuzzling into every dog and cat that got a chance to hug her astonishing mass and lap her face which grew fatter and sunk further in by the moment.

Meanwhile, dia-mound tiara and sugar spoon lazed around with mouths crammed full of pizza, sandwiches, cookies, burgers, ice cream, and anything else rich in calories and low in nutritional value. Relishing in the night they shared with their cute and cuddly monolith of meat. Clapping their ultra-fattened nethers together, creating a flooded rainforest with their lactations, and the misty downpour of their sweat upon the forest behind them.

"Mmmmmmph....schwee-tie.....yuu think....grrrrmble.....thee....wurlds....ooooooomph....gttting.....fbbbbbbbrt... ..smallluuur....." silver spoon suddenly asked, as they both felt their powerhouses of mountainous paunch expand with wild abandon, towering over the now tit milk-stained pines below.

"Mmmmmph....iii....ffffink....suuuu....brrrrrrrrrrrrmmmppppttt....bayyyyy....mmm ph....beee..." replied Diamond, as she stared lovingly into Silver Spoon's gaze. Relishing every moment they spent glutting and gorging in this paradise and hearing the background noise of barks, woofs, purrs, grumbles, farts, and other clamorous sounds that came from the activity of grotesquely surfeited plots of living land.....

chubbylestia and moon-pig

At this point in the planet's timeline, one could point to this as the moment where everything truly became out of hand, but before it really could, there was at least an unseen authority, watching over the planet, unaware of why they were here just as much as the rest of the mounts of sinking blubber, but nonetheless knew they were some kind of rulers. These were Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna, fabled royalty who raised the sun and the moon of this humbly fattening planet. Which groaned and strained from the weight of its own populous, and would soon have to be magically expanded just to keep them within the atmosphere.

Indescribably large blobs of white and dark blue flesh were wedged into a warehouse built underneath a cliffside, where the ruins of their former dwelling of canterlot hung haphazardly over. Silently, they glutted themselves with multiple tubes full of buttery cake batter from both ends of their doughy dilating frames.

Their fronts were a mushy, sweaty, clay-like collection of jowls and rolls, each one larger than the last, all of them acting like rings of a mishapen fleshy target, all leading to their fat buried faces, sunken under a foot of fat, requiring both of them to flip the stacks of buttock-like flab above to catch of glimpse of anything, which was usually for naught, since very little interrupted the flow of their extravagant stuffing's.

And behind them were astonishing globes of gluteal heft, so large they stretched the length of a hoofball field, and filled up the corner of their warehouse/palace from the floor to the ceiling, all the oppressive bulk of booty threatened to bring the walls behind them down, exposing the overbaked loaves to the blistering heat of the fart tainted humidity outside.

Their cutie marks stretched out for perhaps a mile, covering bulbs and folds resembling colored in crop circles from afar. And their arms, whilst the stumps were quite visible, were still utterly buried within their own paunch-ridden property. The one thing that truly stuck out in the hall of the walls of white and blue, were their long, sparkly, cascading manes, which flowed down all the way to the floor below, in almost every sense, they were simply immense.

As time flew by, the two tremendously tubby sisters kept a close eye of Scootalard, studying her enthusiasm, her lovability, her gluttony, her eructations, for many moons now, they had known Scootaloo had the making to be the leader of a world such as theirs, where all that matters is eating and feeding and growing, and the stuffed satisfaction of your fellow pony, especially growing him or her to the umpteenth power.

Luckily there was just about enough room left in the palace for scootaloo to be teleported into, as chubbylestia, and princess moon-pig conjured the same magic they used to move their respected celestial bodies across their planet, to lift Scootaloo up from her Kilimanjaro-sized pet paradise, and within the confines of their monolithic palace, to bestow upon her the title of queen.

As scootaloo awoke in a daze brought on from the food and frolicking with hundreds of dogs and cats the day before, she slowly let her senses come back to her. It took her a decent five minutes just to properly adjust to the naked light outside of her own tunneling fat to see the toppling mountains of tub. With the fog of their own feeding tubes and seeping flatulence giving them the resemblance of overfed angels, come down to greet our cooper-colored colossi, as she yawned and clacked her drooling chops.

"Wh....whureemeye....wh....whuereyuu....?" she lazily asked, jostling every fold that wasn't too fat for her nervous system to reach. The two circular holes within these city-sized islands of flesh were magnified via summoned portals, better displaying the face and the first 8 chins of Celestia and Luna, for preferential vis-Ã -vis interaction with their loyal subject.

"Mmmh....scootaloo.....we are overjoyed.....tuu meet you.....gulp....gulp....face to face.....mmh.... we've heard such.....gulp....gulp....incredible things....about you" Celestia said, telepathically communicating her speech to her, save an empty mouth to speak them with. "My sister and i......gulp....gulp....have been observing you....from afar....for many days.....eating....an feeding.....with the citizens of Ponyville....gulp.....gulp.....your eagerness and drive have.....inspired us all....to be so big.....gulp....gulp"

"Wow....hufff....huff.....you really think....huff....pant....i can be....cuh...redited.....for all that....huff....huff...stuff.....?" she panted, every breath so laborious now from her lungs being so deep within her mountainous sweat-billowing folds. And the miles of windpipe that craved air, if it wasn't for discord's chaotic magic, many of these ponies wouldn't make it past a thousand pounds let alone these shapeless stacks of tonnage.

"Indeedeth.....we can....gulp....gulp" Luna spoke up in a commanding yet gentle voice. "Thou has proved herself.....gulp.....gulp......to be a leading force.....gulp.....gulp......in everything this planet.....gulp.....gulp......standth for.....gulp.....gulp......" as they explained ghostly hooves appeared before scootalard, and begin to massage the various folds and crevasses he had acquired, fellating and fondling from every end of her expansive waistline.

"Gulp.....gulp.....one is truly a marvelous.....gulp.....gulp......orange....expanse....that shines brighter......gulp.....gulp......than even....my sun....and therefore.....gulp.....gulp......we have decided......gulp.....gulp......tuuh make you....the leader....off this....realm.....gulp.....gulp......" Celestia finished, as she battered the heap of undulating blubber with gentle hooves, kneading and trotting all over the folds of her back, her cheeks, her crack, and her irresistibly fattened fupa.

"Ooooomph...ooooooh.....i don't know what to say....i'm....incredibly honored~" she moaned from having all-over heavy petting, and enflamed sweat pouring down her crevasses from her nethers being prodded by armies of invisible hoof steps. "Thankth you both....for this honor....huff.....huff....but...don't i need a horn....like you two have....."

"We've already.....gulp.....gulp......thought of that......ahead of time.....gulp.....gulp......close your eyes....and be still....as you shall be as we are......gulp.....gulp......an alicorn~!" she announced, a beam of bright yellow energy burst from her lard-buried horn, the lightspeed rays went straight into folds over scoots forehead, leaving her entire being a frantic jiggle, both from the magnitude of the blast, and the orgamsic pleasure of thousands of hooves copping a feel of her town-wide privates at the same time.

And from that thunderous flab-shaking came a large, long twisted horn, spouting from her purple flowing mane like a straw in a glass of punch. 8 solid inches holding practically limitless magic, with the powers within Scootaloo could do whatever she wanted without even having to request it. As the sisters would soon explain.

".....gulp.....gulp......now....with these powers we....give....to you.....gulp.....gulp......comes immense responsibilities.....gulp.....gulp......wee advise....that you only.....gulp.....gulp......uuse your.....powers....tuu help others....and aid them.....ass you have done.....gulp.....gulp......soo often beefore.....gulp.....gulp......" even as celestia explained, scootaloos horn crackled with the static of abundant power, as right outside, she had magically changed all the clouds in the sky to rolling hills of cotton candy, which down poured a rain of delicious milk chocolate and struck lightning bolts of lemon mousse.

Both celestial bodies of corpulance, telepathically knowing what transpired behind their palace walls, burst out into jovial laughter so joyous they nearly let the blubber that encapsulated their massive meaty mugs fall down upon them. Al this through hoses of batter pumping at the speed of a stock car in their bellies, making miniature sonic rainbooms that further filled out every angle and curve "HA HA HA HA HA....oooh, dear luluuuu...looks like she already has it figured out~" she deduces, taking the opportunity to nuzzle both luna and Scootaloo through their shared facial portals.

"Ha ha ha ha HAAAAA, I quite concur....dear sistur.....she has truly been born for this role~!" she declares, commanding the hooves that caressed every sopping metric ton of Scoots gelatinous frame pull itself out and join together to give a standing ovation to Scootaloo, burying her in praise as much as she was buried in calories. "Ooooh if we were far smaller ponies, we would prance around in joy for you, queen scootaloo, oooh, which reminds me, we best get you prepared for coronation!" exclaimed Luna, doing the several hundred-ton equivalent of jazz hands, with hooves that could not be seen under ponds of distorted shoulder paunch.

"Mmmmff....you got it, ladies....bhut first....." a blast of sparkly light show from scootaloos brand new blubber-hidden horn, forked into two, and slapped both Celestia and Luna with a funky set of magic, which resulted in big, black rubbery lips rapidly swelling right before their eyes. Which made it impossible for them to verbally speak, but made it much easier to keep their oral grasp on the violently torrenting tubes of batter they suckled from. As scootaloo expounded "i thought you two would look sexy with reeeal big lips~" though their big, black, bimbofied lips couldn't quite express it, the ultra-soft siblings smirked to each other, already ecstatic at what their glorious leader had in store for them.

The coronation went off without a hitch, with attendance of only three. And made specifically for feasting and gorging, as they have done since the inception of the planet, the mountainous upland of orange blubber fractured the ground beneath her, leaving concerning cracks like those left from the aftermath of an enormous sinkhole. Indelible dents were being made upon the ground scootalard chose to lumber upon, an yes, she still could move at this rate, even at what was coming up to thousands of tons. And what was now towering over actual mountains, and torrenting through valleys like oceans of smooze.

All the while, there was still the wobbling alcove of adipose at the epicenter, and a muzzle clamoring to fit ginormous editions of her favorite food, created with the limitless magic of her horn. She floated each jumbo-sized portion around her, revolving like moons of a distant planet, so cumbersome and large they cast a shadow over her rolling moors of caboose corpulence. Before all of it was magically zapped lock stock and barrel behind her ever-widening cheeks. A perfect way for her to expand post haste, whilst savoring all the flavors she had come to love over her tenure on this planet.

discord and scootalard meet

Hitching a ride on a fourteen-acre slice of triple cheese pizza, discord flew gracefully closer to the maw of one of his proudest creations. The culmination of his boredom and depraved desires realized in the vast expanse of mare before his kooky yellow eyes. Clearing his throat, he plopped his exquisite derriere upon the far edge of the slice and wriggled it all around like a slutty little rodent, and called out "Oh YOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOO, scota-LOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOO~" catching the attention of the nonending motormouth herself. As her kisser locked directly on the beefy brown package of the devious draconequis. "Oooooh, how saucy of you, I haven't felt such a rush to my loins since The Late Heavy Bombardment~" he complimented, as he changed back into his sleek, noodle-like self.

Within an instant, discord was wrapped inside a serpentine coil just inches away from scootaloos muzzle, staring face to face with devilish eyes, before settling them to a friendly, yet self-satisfied smirk "oh...hohohoho....where ARE my manners, care for a refreshment, not that you have an infinite supply of them already" he asks, conjuring up decanter of whisky and a box full of Cuban cigars. "Lemme gess.....nomf.....ompf....nuther......fan~?" Scootaloo simply answered, still with the enthusiasm of before, yet a calm, relaxed tone, as nothing was surprising her at this rate, especially with her entire frame rising faster than a lake of yeast could do to her.

"Ahh, you're so clever, aren't you...." he sarcastically answered, reaching into his own special cloaca to pull out a business card that read "discord- spirit of chaos, former troublemaker, Ogres & Oubliettes enthusiast, aid to equestrian royalty"

"Pleasure to meet you, my dear, overstuffed creation" giving several kisses to scootaloos cheeks like a Russian would "Speaking of creations....that is what brings me to the summit of your cliffs of jowls, first of all, i congratulate you on becoming queen of your planet, my hat goes off to you" as he took off one of his mismatched horns and tipped it as if it were a hat. "And second of all, i came to enlighten you on your origins"

"Mmmf.....okay.....duu yuu mind iff eye....zap sum magic.....nomf....gulp....while yuuu dooo thet....." she asked, speaking with a mouth filled with stringy mozzarella from the stuffed crust she was still yet to digest. Discord merely shook his head and replied "i see no reason why not" as he coiled up once more and conjured a big, red, ornate book, and flipped through its encyclopedic pages, while Scootaloo shot random bursts of chaotic energy through the world, turning the grass to peppermint, and to make random mountainous mares lactate butterscotch.

"Ahem.....far away from this dimension, is a planet called equus, it is a planet of peace and harmony, fought for by elements of magic and harmony against many a foe and nere-do-well, one of this formerly being myself" he admitted, shrinking in size out of guilt and shame, before continuing with his explanation.

"Now, the ponies and creatures that you have seen and interacted with in this vast, expanding land, are all based loosely on the personalities and appearance of the ponies in this world, you being based off a filly by the same name, who desires to fly, but lacks the wing size for proper flight, which never stops him from trying, his sprit was based on her" as she explained, footage of a much slimmer scootaloo, working a flat board with a handle and zipping it all over ponyville, kicking up dust and flapping her miniscule wings with great determination.

"Woooow....suuuu, dhats whuuu.....i wus....bhased own....gulp....gulp...." asked scootaloo, a little nonplussed at this greatly slimmer version of her, taking flight off a ramp with her trusty scooter, before landing back on the ground without so much as a jostle to kilter her balance. "Absolutely correct, and that's another thing, both your names come from the little metal vehicle she rides" prompting Discord to morph into a scooter and do a few kick flips across Scoots banks of facial blubber.

All this grinding and skirting gave scootaloo an idea, conjuring up more of her magic, she grunted and sputtered, and shot four blasts of magic that all shot into the undercarriages of the mile-covering beast. Like magic, she could feel a set of hundred-foot wheels growing underneath her, a crop of the once lush flora being carved into the shape of a scooter board, and finally, a monolithic tower of a pole, sprouting two handles arose before scootaloos nook of fat nubs.

"Sniff....chaos after my own heart....sniff" Discord said, welling up with pride and blowing into a hankie, as scootaloo shifted her trajectory ever so slowly, like a rocket set to be launched into orbit, as her thousands of tons of orange blubber flapped backward as it clung to the scooter tilting to pop the worlds largest wheelie!

The land beneath her tore open, taking a range of hills with it, pulling them up from the ground below and leaving only the cracked, brown mantle below the continental crust. Scootaloo zapped and changed to strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce and sprinkles.

The forty-five-degree angle of scootaloos ungodly airborne blubber made her cry out a cowboy holler through the haze of an island-sized chocolate cake being teleported to her land- carpeting corpulence, her breadth so vast it spilled a bit out of the makeshift state-wide scooter she wheelied with. All the while she worked her horn like a gatteling gun, shooting indiscriminate blasts of chaotic food-based magic wherever it would land. With oodles of portals summoned so she could see the impact for herself.

Many of which were merely weight gain blasts, to magically expand all of her fellow land crushers, watching them expand upwards of a thousand more feet every minute, herself included. Her friends were all lost in a mindless hedonistic state of permanent embiggening, craggles of cellulited folds appeared to crinkle their already enamored frames and make them even less recognizable as living beings. Their cutie marks stretched to such astronomical proportions they looked like mere faded engravings.

The ponies who seemed to show the most enjoyment in her magical command center were those like twilight, spike, pinkie, Fluttershy, her fellow CMC, lyra, and bon bon, who was currently at the closest proximity to her at the moment. The stained sewer grate of plushness that was twilight moaned and moaned in between smooching her beloved assistant's toothy maw, hr skyscraping enormity shuddered intensely as it shot a hot, quintuple geyser of greasy milt from her lust enflamed ponut, even buried under a mile of craggy cushioning couldn't stop her from blasting hard and long enough to cover an entire set of alps that lay just underneath.

Fluttershy practically set off a nuclear cluster of cum, colliding with a superfluously large backup of farts in her system, creating a clash that had the same effect as splitting atoms, basting a mushroom cloud of brown, green, and white over the landscape of hundreds of equally expanding pets, who all relished in the smells that their mountainously softened Shepard made, and the rains of discharge that dripped freely into their maws, along with the chocolate rain already flooding the smooth divets of their bodies, which were creating lakes and rivers worth of milk chocolate upon their backs.

Her bulging, basted cheeks told it all, her eyes half closed and pupils dilated as she endured this infinite cluster bomb of indulgence pleasure, her tiny mouth drooling in pure fervor, not even trying to hold back whatever was stored within her, as she was too fat to control her own body in the first place, by this size, the flab was in control, and her along with the rest of the equestrians minds were simply along for the ride.

The expansion wasn't the only spell she specialized in, Scootaloo also poofed the manes of several ponies to make them on par with the rest of the countryside waistlines of the ponies, especially pinkie pie, who could feel her flab-buried forehead tingle as the rest of her meager vision was blotted out by the rampant explosion of her cotton candy mane, which burst out in all directions like a grenade full of hair, eventually the omnidirectional hair-splosion left an equally enormous slab of poofy pink mane flowing atop and behind the tubby terrain of her sweat-soaked back.

Many of the blasts also greatly increased the flatulence and eructations of her circle of ever-growing friends, sweetie belle and Applebloom particularly were swamped with the pulse of an infinite spray of steady green plumes into the atmosphere, the stinging smell driving itself into their flab-buried nostrils, and bothering their nethers via the tidal wave of wet brap juices leveling them constantly.

The same could be said for Lyra and Bon Bon, only they were in even hotter circumstances, their acres of heft now permanently sealed together, with an excess of candied oats having their blubbery cheeks pressed up against one another, sealing them to a fate of nuzzling each other and breathing in their own nauseous burps as their own bodies buried them deeper and deeper, with only Lyra's horn lighting the sticky pocket of blob belches.

All the while, discord noshed on a jumbo bucket of popcorn and shot off ropes of his silly string all over scootalards top three jowls. The pleasure of seeing her indulge in such disorderly hedonism made it impossible for him to abstain from sweet release "oh ho hoo, this is absolutely priceless~!!!! I root for team Fluttershy!" he added, holding up a yellow striped scarf and waving a flag depicting her flabby ahegaoing face with his own meaty mast.

In the midst of this 24/7 stream of enveloped fat faces, Discord had a look at a digital watch, which displayed the foreshadowingly fat face of cozy glow, beeping and repeating the phrase "get in mah belleeeh!!!" on repeat. "Oh great heavens, is that the time??" as he retracted the sticky ropes of milt from his pocket rocket like it was a roll of measuring tape. "Id love to stay and spill a bit more seed with you, but i have to go and set up preparations for a very special resident soon to be arriving to your planet. Toodle-lo for now" he explained, planting a thousand lipstick smooches on scootalards waves of overflowing head fat before exit: stage left-ing out of her line of vision, leaving her once more to snack on her never-ending quantities of food, and feed all her friends the same glorious amount.

With nothing left to do but eat, and expand, she drifted off to a cozy cumbersome snooze to the muffled dialogue of all her friends in uncontrollable orgasmic bliss, frying their brains into mere fatty bao buns, leaving nothing but the thoughts of growing large in their heads. Their speech patterns slowed down to a proverbial halt.

"Mmmmh....must.....gruuuuw....fffffhhaaattuuuuurrr......"

"Yeeeees....keep....eateeenng....nomf....ompf....keeep....BRRRRRRRRRMMMMPPPPPTTT .....gruuueeeng.....angulll....or shuuld i call yuuu.....mmmm....messsiah~!!!"

"Yy.....uuuuuuuurp....yyy......ompf....nomf....yyyy.....gulp....gulp....yeeeeeee yyy.....mooore....ffffhaaat..."

"Smoooch.....mmmmffff....luuv......youuuuuu......fffrrrrrbbbrbrrtttt......"

"Llllve....yuuuuu.....nnnnng.....ttt....mmmmfff....ttttooooo......pppppprrrffftt ttt....."

"Wub.....wub....wub....mrrrree....beeeeeats.....wub....wub"

"Ccccorupleeennntt....mrrres.....nomf....ompf.....clooooob....fff....fbbbbbbrt.. ....fuh....evuuuur.....uuuuuuuuuurp...."

epilouge

And that brings us back to the present, scootaloo wheezing the last bit of her story to cozy glow, who lay with stars in her eyes at her story and her stature. "And that.....huff....huff.....is how....pant....pant....it went down...heh....hah.....of equuuus....amorphuuuus....huff....what....did you think~?"

If cozy glow could somehow make out her hooves in this galactic expanses of flab, she would've gave scootalard a triumphant ovation, instead, she stretched her fattened dimples, and replied "it....was.....simply....beautiful....pant....pant.....you....are an artist....in fact.....i have something to ask you...~" she continued, her heart beating faster than ever, which was now the size of Russia to keep up with global gluteal extremities. Remembering how much she wanted to be scootaloos bride from the moment she made that record-breaking belch in her face.

Her next words were slurred not only by the abundant pimpled plush surrounding her but the slimy treacles of sweat that poured into her button-sized muzzle, all slowing her speech down to a crawl as she confessed her true feelings to the orange tunnel of blobbery across from her. "O-oh ....ehhnn... Hell,. Iell...hnnff... J-jush com out'sh...hmphhh....n shay...uhhmm...deesh...nggnhh... S-shcoot'sh.....ahh luu....mmmph....w-weel yuu maree....blurRRPPhh.....mmeeeeee~?"

Scootaloo had grown accustomed to constant showerings of praise and adoration from her fellow waddling meatballs of fluff. She had heard every praise from everypony about every aspect of her gluttonous activities, but this....this was brand new, this had to be something special, it had to be if cozy glow was willing to go as far as proposal, and she even sweetened the deal by slowly pulling the crown from her enveloping forehead flaps, and handing it to her, as a token of her newfound love for her.

So, without hesitation, Scootaloo floated the ornate multi-jeweled tiara, once stolen by the churlish ruler for her own self-indulgent needs, now nestled in the thick orange rolls of a selfless one, who did all she could to see others euphorically pleasured on all fronts. And she said with an all too sudden wellup of....tears? Nope, gas~! And belted out her answer.

"Y..yy...yyyUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP ssssh~" that one made her eyes water, from both the sting of the appalling yet alluring green gases, and from happiness "yesssh aye duuuu...." she further gushed, spitting up a torrent of saliva from the phantom upchuck. And cozy glow was in such elation she practically squeaked when Scoots gave her answer.

"Oooooooooo yes.....i...pant.... Can't....wait....to live....pant....pant....my life...pant....as...your wife....pant....pant...." she cheered in utter rapture, as before her eyes, her tunnels folds of fat begin to move once more, telepathically, she was driven closer to scootaloos beautifully discolored cheeks, as close and as intimate as they could be, snoot to snoot, breath to breath, in anticipating of kissing the bride, but not before she reshaped the internal cavern of corpulence around them, to display a dome of portals, all of which led to the equally enamored faces of all her dearest planetary pudge rounders.

Cozy Glow looked up and could see them all chomping, chewing, and sucking from tubes, all of them still cheering as loud as the slap of one of Scoot's archipelago-sized lower folds when she really hot and bothered. Her autumn shaded eyes bloomed with excitement seeing just how far this planet had expanded. "G...golly....there....suu many...poonies~"

"Have a.....good luck at....pant....pant....them.....you'll be....huff...huff....seein....alot....more of them.....sooon...." said scootaloo, gathering her thoughts to deliver a concise address, announcing her marriage, and performing it in the same breath. Cozy glow was already crinkling her nose and unraveling her tongue, ready to prench her as nopony had ever been prenched before.

"Ahem....Oh, my beloved subjects!" she proclaimed in delight. "I gather you all here to bring wondrous news - that's right guys....I've found my special somepony! And she is mere inches away from my face....cozy glow~!" the gathering of portal-faring gluttons all ooed and aaahed at the sight of her, a beautiful curly blue mane, her devious eyes, her numerous hefty rolls of grease and pimpled fuzz.

Her blubbery betrothed paused for a moment to think of her next few sentences and bask in the swathed sounds of flooding chocolate rain, which was congealing into their sweat. "We plan to spend our lives together doing what we both have always been doing, eating, and sleeping, but...heh....with the added addition of a bit of fun~ " she gurgled delightfully, pausing to let out a breath-taking, moan-inspiring FBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRT into the already polluted atmosphere.

"Aaaah, To celebrate our joyous union, and coronation of my fellow queen, we decree there shall be the largest eating exposition this planet has ever seen, spanning galaxies for eons ahead! All beings are encouraged to partake in ecstasy unbound on this day of our consummation."

Cue the pudgy, pie-faced ponies yelling and whooping for the brand new couple, and cue the two muzzles of the planetary masters enclosing and locking in for the first dance of the wedding, a waltz with each other's tongues. And cue a musical organ piping from scoots own horn, even half buried in flesh it still played as good as ever.

And thus the celebration commenced, every creature spanning this vibrant crowded planet partook in the galaxy's largest wedding feast, an unseen discord floating in the cosmos created a planet-sized wedding cake for them to share and devour. And devour they would, once the hurdling ball of icing was close enough for them to snatch from orbit.

The enormous orb was soon having microscopic divets and freckles scooped out of it, as Scootaloo and Cozy Glow teleported the first two slices from the southern hemisphere of the cake planet and crammed them into each other's maws. Layers upon layers of moist vanilla sponge cake, drenched in rich buttercream frosting soon fill their cheeks to burst. They had a gander at the matching figurines of scoots and cozy, made primarily of rubber and polyurethane, which made it bounce all across the hallway of horse heft.

The bites and dips from the planet's sugary reserve became larger and larger as their galactic gourmet glutting continued. Reaching forests of edible gold leaf which appropriately enough they raked into their wide open maws. Relishing in what could very well be the most delectable thing they had ever tasted, and that was all before they reached the filling. And with every bite that seemed to transport them to a realm beyond mortality. Who knew what eldritch horror/ delectability awaited them at the core of their transfer of planetary cake.

"Ahhh, ya done good, discord, ya done good~" Discord said to himself, with his beefy Johnson out, spreading a leviathan load out into the open space at the coitus of corpulence and world-eating he had created. "Only one....nnng....thing left to do" Snapping his fingers, he transported himself to his beloved Buttershy, nestling within a comfy spot on her continental assfat, and inviting the real Fluttershy over for an impromptu tea party. In a hazmat suit, for the rancid flatulence would've surely turned her into ash within her first drawn breath on her own blubbery back.

The moment she plopped down onto the splash pad of golden fat, she stood herself upright, looked around at the murky yellow pastures of puff, and asked discord blushingly "wow....ummm....you mean to tell me.....this is all....me~?"