Original Description:
A great rumbling belch echoed throughout the stone hall. An expulsion so great it caused light fixtures to rattle, dozens of guests being knocked to the ground. The culprit was clear as day, sitting in the middle of the inset seating area. From most angles, this appeared to be a deflated balloon or inflatable, swamping much of the floor space. But instead of being a pile of crumpled vinyl, instead, it was a veritable hill of engorged flab. Rolls upon rolls of chocolate-coloured blubber oozed forth like pillows squeezed together. Stacked so high that ponies on the floors above only had to look slightly down to meet his face. A Yak, eyes obscured by his hair, muzzle pulled into a gleeful smile as more and more food was pushed past his lips and watermelon-sized cheeks. Cartons of extra-large fries, table smothering pizzas and platters of burgers hung around him, like planets spiraling towards a black hole.If one was to pry their eyes from the utter blob of bovine, they’d also notice two others sitting right next to him. Sitting far smaller, A Stallion sits in the wreckage of one of the seating areas. Designed to accommodate a small family, his butt balloons over it entirely. Each was bigger than an exercise ball, the sheer mass of lard packed into that badonkadonk causing great folds to cross the surface. His cutie mark was stretched across the warped canvas of his flesh, slowly distorting and blurring as it swelled outwards, little by little. Scraps of clothing littered his body, the remnants of a shirt long since reduced to tatters. He panted and wheezed, his immense belly and massive moobs undulating as he attempted to shift himself. Belly growling, a thick, stuffed crust pizza floated towards his maw, grease dripping as he brought it to his muzzle, prepared to process several thousand more calories. Reaching out his right hand, he laid it upon the expanding bulk of the Yak next to him. The thickest belly roll of the Yak continued to press forwards, the doughy flesh pressing against the Stallions own, beginning to engulf his entire right side in the folds plush softness.Whist most onlookers regarded the pair with disgust or confusion, one sat, content in watching the spectacle unfold. The Fashion Designer, Extravaganza sighed contently, sinking further into the Yaks enormity. She was the smallest of the three, although small was a relative term. She was still pushing into the obese category. Her familiar green dress was being torn apart as two of her belly rolls lurched out like rising bread dough. A thick pair of face cheeks formed her rounded completion, a doughy chin wobbling below. She took another slurp of her soda, smiling in content as her boys continued to balloon before her very eyes. It was only supposed to be a little afternoon excursion to the mall. Just a little something to keep their minds off modeling. However, once they’d reached the food court, it seemed that fate had other ideas.What started as a few tacos, burgers and Chineighs, devolved into a binge like no other. Bits were flying as more and more of the eateries were cleared out. Even food from other patrons was snaffled as they abandoned their swamped seating, more fuel to add to the blobby masses of bovine and equine. Hours flew by as their bodies were immobilised, Extravaganza was more than happy to continue fueling the tirade of gluttony, managing to snag a few dishes where she could. She slurped again at the sugary drink, smirking as she added those extra calories to her already full belly. Rubbing her stomach, her horn flared once more, levitating a gallon tub of ice cream towards the Yak’s mouth. Practically salivating over the calorie content, she watched his colossal moobs and bingo wings rock about from another hefty belch. Closing her eyes, she lay back into the flab, letting the sounds of unfettered consumption fill her ears.“Keep this up, and you two’ll be sure to turn a few heads in the next plus-sized fashion show… I’ll show them just how chic two whales can be…”