@Background Pony #1736  
Ah well…  
Maybe you should get an account then

@reterusu  
I know from experience the IDs tend to change over time.

@Background Pony #7AC1  
Yeah. You’re a different anon though

@reterusu  
Really?! :D

@Background Pony #A8E6  
That was really nice

Soarin knew he could get caught stealing the Wonderbolts’ pie supply.
 
That was a risk he was willing to take. Soarin was getting tired of being a Wonderbolt, he was the type of pony who wanted a gluttonous life, to become fatter and fatter each passing day. He knew this was the day he’d get kicked out of the Wonderbolts not just for stealing, but for weight issues.
 
With enough duffel bags to stash all the pie in the mess hall, he was prepared to pig out on everyone of those pies. He made his way into the kitchen , there he saw pies as far as the eye could see, it was only him and the pies. Soarin was quick and crammed every one of those tasty pastries in every bag he had, without crumbling them of course. With no more pies in the kitchen, Soarin sneaked off to his room without being detected as eating them right there and there would possibly ruin his plan.
 
As soon as he got to his room, he quietly shut the door behind him and dumped his stash out on the floor carefully. Thankfully none of the pies were too badly damaged, they still kept the perfection the stallion always enjoyed.
 
“Hello boys”, Soarin talked to the pies like they could actually be alive. “Sweet Celestia you all look so delicious, I can’t wait to eat you all”. The cauliflower blue pony’s mouth was watering with anticipation, his stomach was growling with hunger, he couldn’t wait any longer.
 
He had to eat.
 
He grabbed his first pie and began stuffing his face. The pie was a beyond perfect chocolate turtle pie, the sweetness, the crispiness, at that point Soarin just lost all control.
 
Vigorously he ate, his body expanding to new proportions. After 47 of the pies, it was starting to take a toll on him. His belly and flanks spreading from all the flab with the belly half way down to his legs, his legs were getting chunkier, his face had the addition of new chipmunk cheeks, and his body was growing heavier.
 
Soarin couldn’t stop eating the delicious pastries as he continued to fatten up. Soarin didn’t even notice he was sinking into the clouds, he was too occupied by his expanding body.
 
“Well, hello gut” Soarin said to his bulging mid section. “You could definitely use some more pie huh?” His belly let out a loud growl in response.
 
With that, he proceeded to stuff every last pie in his face. He ate and ate, his legs growing thick enough to be mistaken for ice blue tree trunks, his flank grew wider than a chair, his face starting to sport a double chin, but what threw Soarin off was the fact that Soarin’s hooves couldn’t touch the cloud surface anymore. Soarin marveled at the sight, his belly was now big enough to be a make the gargantuan gut a makeshift table. So he set the remaining pies on his table sized stomach and continued the process. Scuffing down the last pie, he rlaxed rubbing his mid section wishing for more pies.
 
Suddenly, he noticed he was sinking into the clouds, but by the time he realized this, it was too late. He fell through the clouds, the fall itself was a pretty embarrassing one. Thank Celestia it was the night and rarely was anyone out at this time.
 
His impressive belly broke his fall as well as the building he crashed into. The impact sent his flab jiggling everywhere, as soon as his fat stopped moving, he saw that he crashed into a pie store. All he could do was stare in amazement as if Celestia or Luna heard his wish.
 
There was one problem, he could reach the countless pies. He knew he’d be anchored to the ground by his own belly, but thankfully his wings were stronger than the average pony Joe’s, strong enough that he was able to fly or in this case skid to the pies, sweat staring to trickle down his forehead. As soon as he was in reach, he grabbed the pies and began a whole new session of pie eating, not even caring about how hot it was in the shop.
 
(A few hours later)
 
The sun slowly rose as an obese, sweaty Soarin was feeling his entire body, or at least what he could touch.
 
Big enough to completely crush the Sugarcube Corner cake cart, his face had a full double chin with giant chipmunk cheeks to match, his fore legs were thicker than tree trunks and coated with various fillings, his hind legs almost completely sank into the fat accumulating around them, his flank could easily be mistaken for two gigantic yoga balls, and his belly was big enough to classify Soarin as a blob. His body was drenched in sweat as he rubbed as much of his gut as he could in a slow massage.
 
“Aww…Sho full” Soarin sighed as his the fat around his face gave him a lisp, “Shpitfire’Sh gonna kill me, but thish feelsh sho good.”
 
And so he sat there waiting for somepony to find him in a puddle of his own sweat. The stallion whispered to himself, “Besht. Feasht. Ever. Goodbye Wonderboltsh, hello corpulencsh.
 
 
Finally, sorry this took so long

@Cloud Chiller  
I’m going to send it to someone who’s doing this sort of thing

@Cloud Chiller  
I’m drafting it in my notes so it might take a few days.

@Background Pony #8BCB  
Would make my day if you did!

Very well I’ll take a swing at it.

This pic needs a story…
 
Calling all writers.