Donuts

      
      “Ah, this seems like a perfectly suitable location,” Rarity announced to herself as she came to a stop on the beach, looking over a relatively open spot among the crowds of visitors. She took a glance around – where her view wasn’t taken up by ocean water, there weren’t particularly many ponies present, but there were enough who would be close enough to easily notice her if they chanced to look in her direction. She made sure to wave at a young stallion whose eyes happened to meet up with hers, waggling her slender fingers and smirking playfully, and he in turn promptly averted his gaze, covering his reddening cheeks.
      
      The unicorn chuckled while she unfurled a long blue blanket with purple stripes, letting it billow over the sand until it was fully extended and then laying it down. The cloth strip seemed rather oversized for her, with a large quantity of its space left unoccupied, but this only served to make her stand out so much more, which was the best she could hope for. She certainly wasn’t aiming for subtlety with the bikini that she wore, great swathes of her white-furred body left exposed to the sea air, putting her generously ample assets on display, top cupping firmly around her pert, round breasts while the bottom wrapped snugly around her slim waist and pinched into the doughy flesh of her buttocks and thighs.
      
      “Now we just have to wait for the guest of honor to arrive,” she murmured while she settled back, sliding a pair of sunglasses over her eyes while she laid out upon the towel, “until then we have all the time in the world to relax.”
      
      “Rarityyyyy!”
      
      The peace was very promptly broken when an excited, high-pitched voice called out for the unicorn. Before she shifted her posture to look, she could already faintly hear the sifting of great heaps of sand being kicked up by hooves stomping along the beach toward her. More pertinently though, she could hear the sounds of other beachgoers around her dying down significantly, as if in shock and awe, to an even greater degree than those who had been taken aback by Rarity herself.
      
      Pinkie Pie was also rather known for drawing a lot of attention to herself, albeit usually in a manner that was far less intentional. Like now, for example, it probably wasn’t explicitly intentional that she would bring so many eyes upon her, but it was unlikely that they were able to help themselves in the face of such an abundance of pink pony. The mare wore a more conservative one-piece swimsuit, but that tight spandex only served to emphasize the enormity of her form even further, especially her torso, cyan outfit stretched taut over the sagging folds and the bulging gut that sprawled far over her waistline, melon-sized breasts resting on top of its upper shelf. With her predilection for having a particularly exaggerated bounce in her step, the motions of her walking caused her flabby form to jiggle excessively, and she moved with an ease that seemed heedless of her girth, only barely impeded by the grinding of her thighs against each other and the shaking of her buttocks.
      
      “Ah, there you are, Pinkie,” Rarity replied casually while tipping down the rims of her shades, having been well adjusted to the party pony’s antics by this point, “quite the entrance, as usual. I see that you brought the goods.” Her eyes fell upon a thin box which the earth pony was carrying under one arm, then tracing up to her pudgy face and taking note of the smearing of cream and crumbs that was around her lips. “I can see that you decided to have an early start without me as well.”
      
      “Well they call it a baker’s dozen for a reason, you know!” Pinkie Pie giggled back as she bounced closer, circling around Rarity before plopping down beside her, occupying a fair deal more of the blanket with her greater bulk, and setting the box between the two of them. “I gotta make sure that the batch came out right! I can’t come all the way out here only to find that there wasn’t enough sugar!” She laughed again, doughy chest and face wobbling, before her tongue snaked out from her mouth and licked up the excess leftovers.
      
      “In that case, then, I don’t think you’ll mind if I go right ahead with my own sampling, darling,” Rarity scoffed sharply, albeit in good jest, in response, as she reached for the cardboard container and opened its top. The inside was revealed to be filled with twelve donuts, varied in their design and decoration, but every last one of them looked absolutely scrumptious, the unicorn cooing in delight as she took in the sight of the glistening sugary confections, certainly all filled to the brim with flavor. “Ah, where to begin…” she whispered, fingers pointing toward each of the delectable desserts in turn before falling upon one with chocolate frosting.
      
      “Bon appetit!” She took a bite out of the savory treat, and there was a low purr in her throat as her tongue pressed into the tender cake and the frosting gushed inside her mouth – Pinkie Pie never failed to disappoint when it came to her cooking – and once her teeth had finished gnashing it all up she swallowed.
      
      The instant the devoured piece hit her stomach, there was a low gurgling within her which was then followed by a sound curiously similar to a balloon filling with water, sloshing as it stretched and creaked. All at once, Rarity’s physique changed – no longer purely slim and curvaceous but noticeably padded out to a degree that would be described by most as “doughy”, with her abdomen pushing out in a rounded bulge that represented the beginnings of a definitive paunch, while the rest of her was ever so slightly thicker and softer. And that was only the first bite; one more immediately afterward and this process continued all over again, her body bloating further into bigness, more and more the further she ate. She showed no signs of being alarmed over this development, but perhaps she was too preoccupied with enjoying this meal to worry over such details.
      
      By the time the unicorn finished, lapping up the crumbs from her fingers, her anatomy had changed significantly, gone from the figure of a runway model to one that was just barely on the cusp of being “fat”. Perhaps this was aided to some degree by the fact that her natural hourglass shape minimized the mass that was packed around her midsection, resulting in only a modest gut that pushed out over the top of her lap. Instead this was made up for by the girth of her rump, hips and buttocks stretching out a fair deal from her waist, and her bosom, hefty globes that now surpassed the size of her own head. Despite this increase in mass, however, her bikini didn’t show much sign of strain, fitting her just as well as it had before.
      
      “Mmm, now that was scrumptious,” Rarity commented aloud, humming her satisfaction while patting her stomach, fingers sinking into the pale-furred flesh, “I must admit that you’ve outdone yourself, Pinkie.”
      
      “Thanks!” the pink pony replied, albeit very muffled as she spoke through a mouth already full of sugary treats, icing smeared around her lips. In the time it took Rarity to savor that one donut, two more had left their spots in the box, and it wasn’t very hard to guess where they had gone. This was made all the more apparent by Pinkie Pie taking up drastically more of the blanket’s surface area than she had minutes before, pushing far into the realms of obesity, swimsuit stretched over a torso large enough to contain a full-grown pony within its volume, gut and chest sprawling far forward.
      
      Rarity stared back at her with a frown, eyes squinting, silently accusing, before she responded, “You still just can’t resist getting a head start on me, can you? The nerve; taking advantage of a dignified mare just because she’s savoring a meal!”
      
      “I can’t help myself!” she cried back in response, her jowls trembling as she moaned in delight, “They’re just [i]so good[/i]!”
      
      “Well as long as this is going to be a competition-” The unicorn smirked evilly as she leaned over to pick up another of the donuts at random in each hand, “-then let it be known that it is certainly on!”
      
      Anypony familiar with Rarity would have likely been taken aback by the fervor with which she began to devour these desserts, almost as if she was simply inhaling them. After her shock wore off, Pinkie Pie fumbled to take some more for herself, straining to fight with her bloated body enough to reach for the donut box, but by that point her opposition had already finished her next serving, and soon she would be refilling as well. The other beachgoers nearby could only watch in amazement at this sudden eating competition that had broken out, or more accurately the ensuing spurts of growth that were accompanying it.
      
      The two of them ballooned in girth rapidly, and slowly but surely the blanket which had more than adequately provided enough space for two mares was becoming engulfed by a pair of voluminous asses. Despite having started at a disadvantage, Rarity was quickly catching up to Pinkie Pie’s enormity, and this only became affirmed when their sides came to press up against each other, white and pink thigh flesh mashing together, though the earth pony’s bloated gut pushed out further as it sprawled over her legs, a sprawling avalanche of pink flab. Rarity more than made up for the comparatively small size of her midsection though with the sheer titanic proportions of her chest, breasts already so large that they extended far beyond the breadth of her arms, oozing over more of Pinkie Pie’s belly than her own bosom did. All the while, their swimsuits managed to put up a tremendous effort merely in remaining in place around their colossal figures, but the one thing they couldn’t cover was the ponies’ canyon-sized cleavage.
      
      “Ready…to give up yet, Pinkie?” Rarity asked with a mouth full of crumbs and icing, further muffled by the jowls which now surrounded her mouth, her head sunken into the mound of rolls which her neck had been reduced to.
      
      “No…no way Rara!” Pinkie Pie replied before swallowing, her flabby face unable to stop her from smiling with as much exuberance as possible, “you can’t beat a chef at her own game!”
      
      “Ha, Sugarcube Corner’s going to need a new confectionary after I put you out of a job then!” the unicorn scoffed before reaching for the next donut.
      
      Her bluster was cut short, though, when she found her reach coming short, only able to slap her hand against rolling plains of pony fat. Pinkie Pie sensed this faltering and quickly reached to seize her opportunity, but despite her grunting and squealing she couldn’t reach far enough either. The difficulties in the competition arose from an unexpected source: inability to continue eating on either side, hardly because of no longer having the stomach for it, but merely incapable of even acquiring more food to consume. A single donut remained in the box, but it was sitting on the blanket between their bloated calves, which seemed like worlds away when one’s arms can’t reach beyond their own engorged body. The two of them were so tightly packed together at this point that their forms squeezed up against each other and formed an even more mountainous range, utterly insurmountable for either of them.
      
      “Nngh…aw…come on!” Pinkie Pie moaned, her crying not unlike that of a filly, “Rarity, get your boobies out of the way!” She shoved on the mammoth mammary that was spilling over her, though there was little she could have done to move it, the alabaster bust broader than most ponies were tall.
      
      “Bah, so uncouth, Pinkie Pie,” the other mare muttered, reaching in kind to sink one of her hands deep into the folds that lined her opponent’s side (taking a moment to squeeze the bloated flesh at the same time). “Not to worry, I have a simple solution for this dilemma, and the key to my victory!” Amid the purple locks of her curling mane, her horn lit up with a glow of cerulean energy, and a few seconds later the final donut emerged, floating up in the air from beyond the horizon of their combined girth, glittering like a heavenly body.
      
      “Aw, magic? That’s no fair!” the pink pony exclaimed, pouting while she reached up toward the elusive dessert.
      
      “Well, trying to pull the wool over my eyes and start without me wasn’t very fair either,” Rarity scolded, willing the confection to float tauntingly close, just enough to tantalize but not enough to actually be reached, before bringing it back closer to herself, “but now we can see who the superior eater is.”
      
      She licked her lips, ready to savor the last delicious morsel and her resulting victory, but that was until she saw Pinkie Pie seem to sag, as if sinking deeper into the bloated mass that made up her own body, her ears drooping against the sides of her head, even her mane losing some of its trademark poofiness. Rarity was a very proud pony, eager to prove herself at any possible opportunity, but the last thing she would ever want was to knowingly cause another pony displeasure, especially one of her closest friends. She smiled softly and rolled her eyes while the magical aura which surrounded the donut changed subtly, intensifying around the sides, and then it split down the middle into two halves. “Now, now, dear, here you go,” she cooed gently as she lowered one of the pieces down to the other mare, “just because it has been adequately demonstrated that I am the rightful victor doesn’t mean that you can’t partake of this bounty as well.”
      
      Pinkie Pie perked back up immediately, squealing in excitement, her flabby arms quivering before taking hold of the donut half once it was within reach and shoving it into her eager maw all at once. “Thanks, Rarity!” she declared amidst a crowded mouth once again, “You’re the best friend a mare can ask for!”
      
      “I know, I know.” Rarity could take the time to properly savor these final bites now that the competitive atmosphere between the two of them had been defused. The pressure between the two of them mounted higher one last time as they reached the peaks of their growth, two monolithic bodies which almost pushed the definition of how fat a pony could even reasonably be, and in such close proximity to each other at that.
      
      That force between the two of them didn’t last long, though, before Rarity hauled herself upward, away from Pinkie Pie, to stand on her hooves and stretch, casting a great shadow behind her. The unicorn’s rear alone was utterly gigantic, bloated buttocks large enough to smother any couch beneath their bulk, hips’ combined width far exceeding her height, with engorged thighs and calves below that practically blended into each other, her corkscrew tail practically little more than an afterthought at this point as it draped over her alabaster flanks. All of this would have likely been necessary though to serve as a counterbalance for her behemoth breasts, a pair of pearly white globes so large that they would obscure view of just about her entire body below the chest when viewed from the front, their undersides coming just shy of bobbing against the sand. This hardly left the rest of her body untainted by flab though, with her back and sides laden with rolls, a gut just visible below her bosom, bulging out and sagging down just to her knees, arms covered by fleshy sleeves, and her head nearly engulfed by a mound of folds.
      
      “I’m going to see if I can take a little stroll around the area,” she announced, stretching her arms before planting her hands firmly on her doughy hips, moving with surprising ease in spite of her drastic increase in size and weight.
      
      “Okie dokie lokie! I’m just gonna relax and soak in some rays for a bit!” Pinkie Pie responded, waving idly at her before sprawling out on the blanket. Where Rarity was voluptuous and curvaceous to an absurd degree, Pinkie Pie had simply become utterly rotund, with a belly that now jutted up far into the air above her, a hill of pink flesh, oozing out to the sides under the pull of gravity like a great blob of melting ice cream; had she been standing upright, it probably would have rested firmly on the ground. The rest of her was relatively equally bloated all around, cradling her in a gentle blanket of fat, with her rump providing more than ample padding for her to rest upon, her arms and neck generously thickened to the point it seemed miraculous they could even move at all, and her breasts large enough that they probably would have fallen down to smother her face if they weren’t contained within the support of her swimsuit.
      
      “Oh, by the way!” The unicorn turned back when the earth pony called for her again, patting on the side of her stomach, rubbing the strained spandex that made up her clothes. “Thanks for the fancy pantsy magic bathing suit! These are really helpful for when we want to pig out.”
      
      Rarity scoffed. “Please, Pinkie Pie, I’m too sophisticated to ‘pig out’. I prefer to ‘gorge’.” She hefted up one of her mammoth breasts, the flesh overflowing the span of her arm, straining the straps of her bikini that were hardly more than strings at this point. “You can’t spell ‘gorgeous’ without that, after all!”
      
      “Yeah, yeah, I know,” the pink mare quipped back, smirking, “you go have fun then with your gorge-ous self, Miss Titty.”
      
      “And you try not to snore too loudly when you fall asleep this time, Bubble-Gut,” she sneered in return.
      
      “I make no promises!” A moment later Pinkie Pie was unconscious, sprawled over as much of the blanket as she could still fit on.
      
      Rarity shook her head, smiling, before turning to meet the crowds again, many ponies who had been staring before hastily turning away. It was just another post-donut day at the beach.