Four Purple Mares Try to Solve the Worlds Problems 1.7


                                            > It's literally just Twilight being fat


                                            Twilight:

                                            Current weight: 478 lbs

                                            Time: 2:04 PM

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                                            “What else do you have?” I asked while munching on a hoof-full of chips

                                            > I reached into the bag to scoop out another helping but my hoof hit the bottom of the bag

                                            > The worst sound in the world is the crinkle of an empty chip bag

                                            > I tossed it aside and waited for Treehugger with bated breath


                                            > Her head was buried inside the refrigerator as she called out to me.

                                            > “Twilight, you emptied the entire fridge!” Her voice echoed from across the room

                                            > I raised my hooves into the air in defiance

                                            “I did not!”

                                            > As I threw my leg into the air my stomach gurgled.

                                            > With no warning, the buttons of my suit ripped apart and my naked belly-flopped onto the table like a bag of sand

                                            > The impact of my belly hitting the wood sent ripples of excitement across my bloated barrel

                                            > The sensation sent tingles across my corpus body.

                                            > It was like my belly was asleep


                                            and I couldn't contain my pleasure.

                                            > I found myself moaning like a mare in heat

                                            “Ohhhh…."


                                            > My stomach was so full and I was feeling the weight of the fat bending my bones.

                                            > I began massaging my gut and felt nothing but soft, malleable flesh rolling beneath my hoof.

                                            > My fat began to jiggle in pleasure as I dragged my hoof over the dancing mound of fat.


                                            > As my hoof drove across the hills of fat depressions would form beneath it.

                                            > It reminded me of how gravity manipulated space

                                            > But instead of dark matter, the waves traveled across the spongy folds of my meaty belly.


                                            > Everything about this was so wrong

                                            > It felt so perverse even enjoying this strange new sensation

                                            > But it felt so good

                                            > I rested my hoof over my stomach and watched it rise and fall over the waves if orgasmic hunger


                                            > “Yeah…You did.” Treehugger replied, slamming the fridge door shut

                                            > Started, I placed my hoof to my side and exhaled in disappointment

                                            > Treehugger shuffled across the room avoiding the crumpled foil containers scattered across the floor.

                                            > I had licked each case clean and left no residue

                                            > They were so clean that I could see my face reflecting in the foil

                                            > It was like looking at a funhouse mirror and I couldn't help but smile


                                            > I turned away from the distorted reflections and was met with Treehugger leaning a couple of inches from my face.

                                            > She was beginning to look annoyed


                                            “So…No more pasta?” I squeaked

                                            > She shook her head

                                            “Porage?”

                                            > “You cleaned out our entire supply.”

                                            “What about chips? Your type always has chips.”

                                            > “Twilight, I gotta level with you. We throw parties and go through fewer chips then you have in only half an hour."

                                            > Treehugger pointed to the corner of the room where I had been discarding my empty chip bags

                                            > It was sobering

                                            > There had to be a least twenty bags crushed and tossed carelessly in the corner

                                            > My sober mind was beginning to regret how much of a slob I was during my binge


                                            > I just couldn’t help myself

                                            > Whenever I was eating it was all I could think of

                                            > It was such an overpowering and intoxicating sensation

                                            > It ran up my spine like a calming drug and pressed my minds pleasure buttons in ways I didn’t think possible.


                                            > I don’t know why, but eating had gone from an exercise in stress relief to pure ecstasy

                                            > The entire experience made my stomach purr and in turn put a smile on my sweaty, food-stuffed face.

                                            > As I settled into this newfound comfort my stomach began to moan

                                            > But this time it wasn’t in pleasure

                                            > Instead it was a sharp pain

                                            > It felt like I was being stabbed in the gut

                                            > I threw my hoof over my stomach

                                            > The fat rolled between my hooves as I massaged the aches wriggling across my engorged gut


                                            “What about ice cream? You guys must have more ice cream laying around!”

                                            > I was beginning to panic

                                            > “No, Twilight! We have a train to catch and you need to leave.” Treehugger snapped

                                            > Her tone took me by surprise

                                            > I had never seen her angry before

                                            > The thick red rat-tails of her mangy mane covered her cross eyes

                                            > Normally, I didn't think much of Treehugger.

                                            > The way she carries herself and her ramshackle lifestyle wasn't befitting of a respectable mare

                                            > But she was kind of frightened when she got angry.

                                            > And who was I to judge anypony looking the way I was?


                                            > I sighed and buttoned my suit back up

                                            > It was hard wrapping the shirt around my stomach but with a little effort I was able to stretch it over my stomach.

                                            > When I pushed the seat away from the table my tummy gurgled as it slid off the tabletop

                                            > When it collapsed on top of me it felt like a lump of bricks fell into my lap


                                            > I threw myself off the chair and as my hooves hit the floor The glass pipes on the shelf above me clattered


                                            "Ohhhhh…."

                                            > The thin cotton hugged my barrel tightly and I could see the fabric tearing around my plump thighs

                                            > My pants were especially tense over my rump and feltl like were gonna split in two at any second


                                            > I couldn’t see back there, but I could feel the temperature of the room kissing my backside

                                            > They were definitely ripped

                                            > Straight down the middle in the most humiliating place

                                            > I began to fidget

                                            > This uniform was so becoming more constricting by the second


                                            > As we left I waved bye to Fluttershy and Treehugger

                                            > As I exited through the lobby I passed a tall mirror leaning against the wall

                                            >When I saw myself I gasped

                                            > My stomach dragged along the floor and I had a that rumpvyhat was do big that it would make even Pinkie envious.


                                            > What happened to me?

                                            > I definitely wasn’t this fat when I left Ponyville.

                                            > Had I really eaten this much?

                                            > My stomach groaned and I felt the need to eat again

                                            > A bubbly sensation coarsed through my stomach

                                            > I felt like a well-shaken soda ready to explode

                                            > Despite this unpleasant feeling, all I could think of was food.


                                            > Maybe I could go to McHoofies?

                                            > A

                                            > My stomach began to bubble just thinking of how amazing a McHoofies hayburger would be right now.

                                            > The thick straws of hay, doused in that mysterious yellowish-white sauce…


                                            > Why was I like this?

                                            > I'm a bloated sweaty mess wearing an I'll fitted suit stained in ice cream, and grease

                                            > My stomach felt like it was about burst


                                            > I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror

                                            > Instead I saw a fat purple mare loser with no self-control

                                            > Clogging her arteries with rubbish.

                                            > And even though I knew I was hurting myself

                                            > All I could think of was food.


                                            > I felt magic consume my horn and suddenly a McHoofies hay burger popped into existence above my head

                                            > The sandwich fell to the floor with a loud splat

                                            > The sauce quickly started pooling along the floor and soaking the bottom bun in its juices

                                            > I picked it up

                                            > Did I just create food by imagining it?

                                            > I was baffled


                                            > My stomach growled as I looked at myself in the mirror holding the burger

                                            > What have I become?

                                            > I brought the burger to my lips and began chewing

                                            > It was so good…


                                            > Even better than a regular McHoofies burger

                                            > The sauce was thick and the hay was drowned in salt

                                            > I finished the burger in a few large bites

                                            > But my tummy continued to berate me

                                            > So I attempted to spawn more food


                                            > This time I pictured a slice of cherry pie

                                            > I Imagined the sugary sweetness of the Canterlot delicacy.

                                            > The crispy texture of the yellow ribboned crust clashed with the juicy cherries, suffocated in red syrup teeming over the crust.


                                            > My horn erupted with energy and suddenly

                                            > POP!

                                            > The pie appeared just above my head

                                            > I fumbled my hooves in the air and caught it


                                            > I brought the pie to my lips and began engorging myself in its delightful taste

                                            > The pie was runny and with each bite, cherries would fall from the crust and roll down my chest before hitting the floor with a wet splat

                                            > It only took a couple of bites to finish

                                            > But within seconds of devouring it, I had come to the conclusion that it was the greatest pie I had ever eaten.


                                            > I looked back up at myself in the mirror

                                            > Lips slathered with syrup

                                            > Suit stained with globs of saccharine cherry juices

                                            > I was a mess

                                            > But I was in bliss


                                            > “Princess…” Amethyst peeped

                                            > I turned to my notetaker and nodded

                                            “Yes?”

                                            > My voice was hushed and trailed off

                                            > The calmness circulating within me was powerful


                                            “Your…Ummm…Your naughty bits are showing.”

                                            > I spun myself in the mirror and saw my genitals exposing themselves through the peeling fabric.


                                            “No problem! I’ll just cast a repair spell!” I replied with my newfound confidence

                                            > I focused all my power on mending the fabric

                                            > A burst of energy zapped from my horn and I felt the magic stitch itself.

                                            > Pressing my cheeks together and squeezing my folds into place

                                            “See? No big deal.”

                                            > My stomach let out a loud whine

                                            > I could feel the suit failing under the weight of my heavy gut as it slowly sunk towards the ground.


                                            > The suit was ripping at all ends now.

                                            > fat oozing from the rips in my suit like honey


                                            > I turned back to the mirror one last time

                                            > I never considered myself an obese pony

                                            > Like most unicorns I was portly.

                                            > But now I was approaching the threshold of obesity

                                            > Why does food have to taste so good!?


                                            > I took a step forward and heard a loud rip

                                            > Amy froze and Night Glider covered her smile with her hooves

                                            > I spun in the mirror and saw that my pants ripped even worse than before

                                            > Now, the tear ran from my dock to the bottom of my vagina

                                            > A wide hole in my pants displaying my most sensitive parts

                                            > “Princess…” Amy spoke, “Your pants ripped again.”

                                            > I shoved my hoof over my face in embarrassment.

                                            > Clearly this was a problem, not even magic could solve


                                            “Amethyst, I need your scrub.”

                                            > “What!? Why!?”

                                            "I can't walk around with my bare flank hanging out, what would ponies say!?"

                                            > “Well I can’t give you my scrub! What if I get sick!?”

                                            “You won’t get sick. Now pass it over, this is a royal order.”

                                            > I needed to maintain some semblance of dignity

                                            > I don't need pictures of my genitals on the cover of the Equestria Inquiries


                                            > She removed the thin plastic scrub from around her front legs and tied the leg holes around my backside

                                            > She didn't look all too happy about giving up her scrub but she had much less to lose than I did.


                                            > When we got outside I was greeted by two crystal guards ponies

                                            “Oh! Hello, guards, I was just…Doing my investigation.”

                                            > I shot them a smile oozing with fear

                                            > Walking out of a head shop was definitely not a good look for a princess

                                            > "Your presence is needed at city hall." One said firmly

                                            "But I'm in the middle of an investigation."

                                            > “This is an emergency meeting.”

                                            > I sighed

                                            > Better now than when I’m on the train back to Ponyville I suppose


                                            “I’m sorry girls but my attendance is needed elsewhere. I need you two to go to the brothel and find out everything you can."

                                            > Night Glider nodded

                                            “This is a secret operation, so be discrete,” I warned


                                            > With that, I followed the guards to city hall, thankfully it was a short walk from Tree Huggers.

                                            > I needed to rest after all that eating

                                            > My stomach dragged along the road, bubbling the entire way

                                            > It felt like a walking balloon overstuffed with soda

                                            > Every step caused my stomach to gurgle and I felt the bubbling in my belly rising.


                                            > When we arrived, I was led to the dining hall where a large assortment of foods had been arranged along the table

                                            > It looked like a proper feast

                                            > But the only other pony in the room was Cadance, who was sitting at the head of the long table.

                                            > She was accompanied by a couple of griffons who were hovering over her fighting their urge to touch her

                                            > Griffins are nasty creatures in my opinion


                                            > “Get away you nasty birds!” Cadence snapped

                                            > Her horn glowing pink and her eyes wide and angry

                                            > The griffons ducked to her hooves like frightened puppies


                                            “Hello again, Cadance!” I cheered

                                            > I gave her a big hug

                                            > “Hi, Twilight! Were you the one that called this meeting?”

                                            You may be surprised that I didn't I was under the impression that it was you.”

                                            > “it’s good to see you. Even better to see that you’ve taken my advice.” She said poking my neck fat.

                                            “Yes, I’ve been indulging.” I laughed


                                            > “I can see that, you’ve gone from plump and pudgy to fat and flabby in an afternoon! How do you feel?”

                                            “I...I don’t know. I’m new to this "indulgence without a care thing.”

                                            > “Don’t worry Twilight, after a while it becomes second nature. Look at me for example,I haven’t been sober in years!”

                                            > Cadence took a swig of her drink

                                            > "Ah! That's good stuff! See Twilight? It doesn't even burn going down anymore!" She cheered


                                            > I chuckled

                                            > Cadence was a funny pony

                                            > I could never understand how she could live like such a free spirit and run the empire so well.

                                            > But she was far from perfect

                                            > She does everything in excess

                                            >  I’ll admit that I was worried when I heard that Shining was going to marry her.

                                            > Before the wedding she was known as the whore of Canterlot

                                            > It was no secret that she got around back in the day.


                                            > As Shining Armour's sister and future princess of Equestria, I couldn’t sit back and watch him marry a floozy!

                                            > I had to change her

                                            > I needed her to realize she wasn't a sex object.


                                            > It took a lot of work on my end, but after weeks of begging (and a little blackmail) She agreed to attend six months of sex addiction rehab

                                            > I don’t know what they did in there, but when she was released she was a completely different pony!

                                            > Seeing how much she's changed for Shinings happiness warms my heart!


                                            > I watched as she poured a bottle of cough syrup into her vodka, turning the drink into a dark purple paste

                                            > Her eyes darted back and forth, then suddenly and without hesitation she slammed back the drink

                                            > She chugged the brew in under ten seconds

                                            > immediately her eyes began to cross and a wobbling smile extended across her face

                                            > I can tell that she's so much happier now that she gave up sex with strangers.

                                            > It feels good helping your friends!


                                            > I made my way to the table and began observing the food

                                            > Pickles and peanut butter?

                                            > hot sauce and ice cream?

                                            > I guess it was worth a shot.


                                            > As I grabbed a bowl of the spice cream, Sugar Belle entered the room

                                            “Hi Sugar Belle, these must be all your pregnancy urge foods right?”

                                            > “Ummmm….Oh! Yes."


                                            > I shoved a spoonful of spice cream into my mouth

                                            “It’s pretty yummy!”

                                            > Sugar Belle wretched

                                            > “Whatever you say, princess.”


                                            > We all took our seats beside Cadence

                                            > I began to chow down on all the strange flavors

                                            > Who would've thought that cantaloupe and gravy were such a good combination?

                                            > Pregnant mares have such great instincts


                                            > I looked up at Sugar Belle who was staring at me longingly

                                            > "I've always liked spending time with you Twilight, I wish we could do this more often."

                                            "I like you two Sugar Belle! By the way, how many months are you?"


                                            > "Months? Of what?"

                                            "Your pregnancy, silly!"

                                            > "My?....Oh! I'm not pregnant!" She began the laugh

                                            "So, what's with the belly?"

                                            > "This? Oh, it's cum."

                                            > Her voice was so casual I swear I misheard

                                            > Did she say…Cum?


                                            "Wait…What?"

                                            > "Yeah!” She snorted “Griffin seed is very thick and sticky. I can't seem to push it out so it just kinda sits inside there."

                                            > She wiggled her stomach and I could hear the cum splashing against the walls of her body

                                            > I felt like I was gonna be sick

                                            > "A pony can't get impregnated by Griffins, it's unheard of."

                                            "You're unheard of Sugar Belle. What pony in their right mind would have sex with a Griffin anyways?"


                                            > Cadence chuckled to herself

                                            >I turned to her ready to judge without scruples

                                            "You never."

                                            > "Oh come on Twilight, we're all adults here."

                                            "You two are disgusting." I huffed the proceeded to take a bite out of a giant deep-fried chocolate chip cookie stuffed with gravy.


                                            > "Well Twilight, what's the most taboo thing you've done in bed." Cadence asked with a goofy smile

                                            "I've never bedded any pony….Or any creatures for that matter."

                                            > "Really!?" The two gasped


                                            "I'm waiting to find a pony who truly loves me."

                                            > "I hope he's a chubby chaser." Sugar Belle giggled

                                            "Not funny," I warned


                                            > "Come on Twilight, I wouldn't consider any of us to be thin by any standards."

                                            > Cadence slapped her gut and it began to growl in its own distinct tone

                                            > She had a chubby beer belly and cried like a weeping whale

                                            > A testament to her drinking habits


                                            > I looked back over at Sugar Belle who was jiggling her cum stuffed stomach

                                            > The seed sloshed around her belly and sounded like a

                                            > I turned my head downwards to my own body

                                            > A large mass of bubbling fat


                                            > "You should embrace the freedom of being single." Cadence said as she poured herself a cup of vodka

                                            > "Marriage is so limiting."

                                            “But isn’t monogamy so much more fulfilling?”

                                            > “Sure.” She said with a sarcastic eye roll

                                            > She drank the entire cup in one big gulp and then licked her lips.

                                            > "I think that after a couple more bottles I'll start my serious afternoon drinking. How about the three of us throw a party at the embassy tonight? With all the drugs, sex, and food we desire."


                                            > I don't know how she did it

                                            > She had enough alcohol in her blood to kill a whale

                                            > Along with all the other intoxicants pumping through her vains

                                            > Cadance was so much different than me

                                            > She was impulsive and exciting

                                            > A part of me wishes I was like her


                                            "Sure Cadence, I would love to attend." I nodded

                                            > "Me too!" Sugar Belle chirped

                                            > "Then it's settled. Meet me at the embassy tonight and we'll throw the best party Sugar Mountains has ever seen!"

                                            > We all started to giggle


                                            “So what's this meeting for?

                                            > “Princesses, I may have made an oopsie.”

                                            > Oh great

                                            > What problem am I going to have to fix now?

                                            > “You see…I kind of signed away all the land and assets of Sugar Mountains to the Griffins.”

                                            > “You what!?”


                                            > I began to panic

                                            > This was the worst thing that could ever happen!

                                            “Do you know what that means!? Do you realize how bad this will make me look!? I’ll get killed in the press! Celestia will have my wings for this!”


                                            > I looked over at Cadence

                                            "Princess, what should we do?"

                                            > She was shell shocked

                                            > and while she gazed blankly into space the Griffons began encroaching on her again.

                                            > She tossed her cup away and began chugging from her bottle

                                            > Meanwhile, I began stuffing my face with food

                                            > The griffons began to surround Sugar Belle who was tapping her hooves together nervously


                                            > “Ummm….Princesses?….What should we do about this?…I...I don’t really know what to do…” > Her voice trailed off slowly as the Griffins circled her

                                            > The reality of the situation set in

                                            > And all the three of us wanted to do was escape the mess we had made


                                            > We aren’t smart mares…

                                            > Or sober mares…

                                            > We’re not even healthy mares

                                            > But the fate of Sugar Mountains rested in our hooves

                                            > Celestia help us…