“And we’ve just entered overtime for this game! With the goals neck and neck, will Canterlot Academy pull ahead, or will the visitors, Baltimare College, regain possession!” The excited bellows of the announcer rang across the football pitch, ever slightly loud enough to cause those close to the speakers to wince with each passionate, if not slightly laboured punctuations. Upon the Academy’s pitch, the two teams pounded down the field, in hot pursuit of the ball as it bounced between players.
Though, it was more accurate to say that they were pounding the field itself, the hardy grass torn up by the thumping footsteps of 2 dozen players, their immense bodies dripping with precipitation. Clods of earth were sent flying amongst spatters of thick mud, spattering their shin pads and legs. Though, despite the sheer amount of destruction to the pitch itself, the speed the players were moving to intercept the ball was pitiful. Not surprising, when the average weight sat around 400-500+ pounds of wobbling, oozing, jiggling flab, merrily tearing their way through uniforms many times too small.
The carefully coordinated formations of players, strategically moving into planned positions, were forgotten. They lumbered together as one massive procession, with the very largest straggling at the rear of the pack. Only the thinnest, or strongest, could hope to maintain possession of the ball, dribbling it the best they could between saggy, roll caked legs. “Oh, look at that! Autumn Canter of Canterlot has taken possession of the ball from Heather Bud! Look at how she’s soaring ahead of the pack, right on the offensive.”
Autumn barely managed a smirk between heavy breaths. A roar of sound came from the Home side of the pitch, coloured banners flapping, clutched in the tubby mitts of their owners. Her boots hammered into the ground, using her hefty mass to drive her forward, practically on the verge of collapse. Because of her early gains, she was much more accustomed to lugging around more than treble her weight. In practical terms, it meant that, as one of the largest girls on the pitch, she was marginally faster than somepony else her size.
That, however, didn’t stop great rivulets of sweat oozing across her immense form, leaving her far too small uniform sodden. It also didn’t stop the occasional burst of flatulence from erupting from her behind, her gut struggling to process the hefty box of doughnuts she’d devoured in the last snack break a quarter of an hour ago. The result of this created a rather ripe smelling individual. The overwhelming odours of her sweat and farts, alongside any sweet or savoury food smells, created a rather eye-watering combination, only getting worse as the match timer drew on.
To compensate for the shocking reduction in player stamina, a policy similar to gym class had been enacted. Every 15 minutes, the games timer would halt, allowing players to grab a bite and drink before continuing play. Whilst a good idea in practice, it ensured that a normal inter-school sports event lasted almost an hour extra. Substitutions too were frequent, as players often just collapsed from fatigue, their doughy, pampered bodies incapable of such levels of activity.
Autumn huffed and gasped, the path towards the goal clear as a thunderous stampede of noise flooded her ears. All that stood in her way was the goalie; an individual even wider than Autumn was. Baltimore had apparently gone for a physical wall, rather than a more mobile keeper. Clearly, they were one of the unfittest too, just standing there made the purple pegasus look like she was about to collapse. She’d only just recognised Autumn cantering along, winding up to hammer the ball in.
Raising their arms feebly, she didn’t move an inch as Autumn planted her left foot, sweeping the side of her right foot into the ball. In one of the most energetic movements in the game, the black and white spotted sphere spun past the wobbling goalie, slamming into the back of the net, billowing out as it made contact.
“Goal!” A great roar of sound echoed out as the ball hammered home, the crowd unsteadily rising to its feet as a final blow of the whistle cut through. On the sidelines, the cheerleader squad was given a second wind, as excitedly gyrating and leaping about. As with most physical activities, the once complex, spectacular routines had to be cut out. Especially after one member had been squashed attempting to lift another girl. Instead, just keeping in formation and moving in time was a miracle; a challenge that Honey took up with great enthusiasm.
Standing front and centre was the largest girl anypony had ever seen. She was utterly vast. A great behemoth of light brown fat that hung from every inch of her form. Her feeding had only gotten more and more voracious as her gut swelled larger and larger, a yawning void that begged to be packed to the brim with only the greasiest and sugariest treats available. It was rare to see her without some snack or munchie clutched in her sausage-like fingers.
Her ass could fill an entire 3 person sofa, uncomfortable too, the arms partially smothered as her immense globes of cellulite dimpled ass flab squeezed into the tight space. Thighs thicker than entire ponys chests, legs like columns of weighty, jiggly dough. Her gut sprawled out like a tarp, obscuring much of her upper-legs from view. These linked to girthy love handles, readily spilling over her thighs and out of her tight uniform. Round tits jostled and bounced, straining against their fabric prison as each errant movement threatened to let them escape. Foal thick upper arms uselessly wobbled and rolled over her beefy forearms, the heavy globs of lard pockmarked with creases and rolls a plenty.
Around her beaming, panting mouth, a figurative cascade of chins budded from face, slapping against the tire like roll of her neck. Heavy jowls were in near constant motion as Honey danced as vigorously as her body allowed, each shake of her glittery pompoms sending equal waves of motion through every gelatinous curve and bulge. She hadn’t weighted herself in some time now, her gut obscuring her sight of the dial. At the very least, she was pushing around 700lbs or more, the extra hundreds of pounds making Honey even more noticeable in the squad.
She sucked heavy breaths in with every motion. Being active for so long was wearing her down. Sweat rolled down every inch of her body, collecting in rolls and crevices, wicked away with every exaggerated motion. Despite how hard this all was, she couldn’t help but smile, watching her best friend flop onto her back, exhausted, Autumn’s teammates hauling her up again. Shifting her focus to the stands, she could see that the away supporters were already vacating the stands, not surprising, given the massively extended game length from all the breaks. The home stands too were dispersing. Hundreds of overstrained planks of wood and plastic chairs sighing in relief.
“Alright girls, that was some great work there!” The words came from the leader of the squad, a top heavy pegasus named Sunshine Steel. “Especially you, Honey. I wasn’t sure about having somepony of your size on the squad, but you’ve really done good! The crowd especially seemed to look your way.”
Honey beamed widely. A great smile spread across her lips. “Thanks! I appreciate it, coach. With an ass this big, how could I fail to not get everypony’s attention?” She tittered, garnering a few laughs from her peers. Shaking her ass from side to side, she grinned at the feeling of her entire body in motion as immense lumps of lard juicilly clapped together, straining her uniform to the limit. Before she could even acknowledge the feeling, a low, rolling trumpet of flatulence escaped through her exceptionally large shorts. “Whoops,guess all this action’s been really shaking my gut up…” Slowing her motions, she smirked, the cheer team dispersing and heading back to the locker room. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Honey turned again, a red mare standing a few feet from her.
“Ruby! How are you… pant… doing?”
“Not so bad… I’m doing well.” Ruby spoke, a hint of nervousness and caution tinting her voice. Unlike her voice, her body was significantly fuller than it’d been. Still nowhere near Honeysweet’s size, or even Autumn’s, she was bulking up, slowly but surely. Already, a noticeable hourglass shape had developed, with her breasts and ass ballooning significantly. This hadn’t stopped a rather juicy roll of flab from swelling forth from her gut, nor had it stopped her arms, legs, and face from collecting a smattering of folds and swells of blubber. If Honey had to guess, Ruby was just a hair larger than she’d been before, intentionally fattening herself up.
Waddling towards the larger mare, Honey could see was taking small, shallow breaths, gulping saliva as the two drew closer together. Honey’s eyebrows creased. “Hey, are you feeling alright?” She started, Ruby stopping with only a meter between their guts.
“Yeah, I’m… no, I mean, I... guess I want to…” She stopped taking a few deep breaths, Honey’s concern only deepening.
“Just… calm down Ruby.” The mare nodded, letting out a long, shaky breath.
“‘Kay… Honey, I wanted to ask you, do you want to go to the prom with me? I… well, I don’t have anypony else to go with… nopony wants to be with me, you’re the only one who ever gave me a second chance, even after all the stuff I said and did.”
“I, well I haven’t thought about…” Honey started, Ruby holding a hand up.
“Please, just let me finish. You know what I think about you, from that time in gym class? I’ve been jealous of you and your weight. Jealous of how utterly carefree you are with concerns to your self restraint. And, over the past few weeks, all the time I’ve spent with you, eating, chatting and joking, I’ve been able to see further than you gorgeous exterior. I’ve liked the way you look on the outside, but, I’ve loved the way you are on the inside even more.” She paused, taking another unsteady breath.
“I… Oh Celestia… I love you, Honey.” She finished, closing her eyes as she huffed. Her heart pounded in her ears, her lungs heaving, able to feel the ground trembling slightly. A sudden weight settled around her torso, forcing her eyes open. Honey had enveloped her in a hug, the mare smiling as her immense form squished around her.
“You know, I’ve been really impressed with how you’ve turned about. You’ve gone from somepony I’d dread to see, to somepony I genuinely want to be around. I’ve really enjoyed these weeks we’ve spent together.” Honey's smile widened, leaning over towards Ruby's ear. “That, and I really like all this flab you’ve grown…” Giggling, she reached down, gently squeezing a good handful of dough ass flesh. “Sure, I’ll go to the prom with you, because I really love you too.”
Ruby grinned, finally wrapping her arms around Honey’s back, reveling in the soft warmth shared between the two. “Thanks! I… I really appreciate it. I bet you’ve worked up an appetite after all that dancing. You want to grab something to eat?” The pair finally disengaged, Honey wrapping her pudgy fingers around Ruby’s.
“I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”