BBW Rainbow Dash

Sighing in boredom and flicking another strand of her rainbow colored hair from her eyes, Rainbow Dash droned on punching in numbers on her computer; taking another quaff of her cup of coffee. Working a desk job was the last thing she ever expected to do with her life, especially with all the sports scholarships she received during high school. The highlight of her life was when she signed on to her favorite women's football (soccer) team and put on her jersey. The following month proceeded to fill her with elation as she got to know her team and shined among them during practice. Things unfortunately went south come game time however, as the true face of the whole organization revealed itself. She could handle the trash talking from other teams, as she allowed her skills to speak for themselves; making her opponents eat their own words as she dealt with them on the field. But it was the sheer amount of underhandedness that went on with other teams and her own, that truly began breaking her down. Her principles of respect and fair play were engulfed by the dark blanket of cheating and deception that was ingrained in the sport long before she ever arrived on the scene.


As time went on she felt  more of the fervent spark inside her flicker into nothing but a glint. The atmosphere seemed so normal to everyone but her. These same players which resorted to dirty tactics in order to win a game on the field, smiled and laughed in the sunlight as if oblivious to whatever force possessed them. Depression quickly settled as she was forced to betray her own principles for a whole year until the expiration of her contract. Even with all the other sign up offers she received towering over what she previously made, she turned it all down, preferring to salvage what dignity she had left and slowly rebuild it one brick at a time.


She wasn’t sure how she could’ve lasted without the support of her friends. Each of them knowing exactly what to say and how to remedy her sorrow. Twilight through her intuition and philosophy, Applejack through her wholesome answers and honest approach, Rarity through her selfless devotion of time to her troubles, Fluttershy through her compassion, and Pinkie through her bright spirited nature...and comfort food.


During her state of depression after leaving the pro league, all her friends played a part at rekindling her lost love of healthy competition, loyalty and good sportsmanship. But Pinkie in particular was never short of bringing over goodies freshly made from her own bakery. Rainbow was used to eating quite a bit due to her burning an exorbitant amount of calories during her athletic career, which certainly kept off any excess weight. Now eating everything she brought over, she was far too mopey to bother burning any excess amount of calories off.


Gradually Rainbow indulged on the pies, cakes, and sweet rolls Pinkie brought over out of a kind heart. Never did it cross her mind that she was responsible for triggering a long dormant pleasure within her friend, due to her own ignorance brought on by her innocence. The others noticed Rainbow's significant change in weight before she did, which she denied once a comment was made about it. It wasn't until she had trouble putting on her pants one day that she saw the reality of her over indulgence. The flesh between her hips and waist squished against the pant line as she tried buttoning it up. Even when she was successful she saw how much wider her hips were in the mirror and once she compared them to an old photo of herself. Her lean stomach was replaced by this paunch which greatly strained itself due to her pant’s tightness, particularly the button which sunk deeply into it. As she took them off she felt every inch of her body practically sigh in relief as it freely distributed its dimensions as it saw fit, and placing a hand to the center of her stomach, she felt an odd, tingling sensation coming deep from within her as the tips of her fingers pressed against the thin, yet soft layer of squishable flesh.


It was from that point onward that she deduced the tingling feeling as a sign of pleasure, which was brought on by multiple accounts such as eating, feeling up and down her own body due to the result of it, and the fantasy of being able to enjoy both to a higher degree. She received all of Pinkie's treats with a newfound spirit, and even sneaked in a few extra meals throughout the day. The pleasurable feeling followed her everywhere she went, growing stronger with each new development. Even in public, during her lunch break, she would fantasize about what part of her body her lunch would go to; the thought of it compelling her to discretely fidget in her chair due to the excitement.


In a month she outgrew another pair of pants, and in two months even tore through a pair as she bent over to fetch a bag of chips off the floor. She went through shirts like she went through twinkies, having to purchase a new size every week once it supposedly shrinks in the dryer. Her paunch began rounding out to a more fleshy, chubbier belly. Her waist developed rather curvy love handles. Her hips became more pear shaped and luscious, supporting a plump bubble butt carried by plump thighs and calves. Each new inch gave her more to grip and slide her fingers against, blanketing her in a sheet of elation the likes of which she never felt before. Relaxing after a fine meal was like resting on a bed of roses, showered by the pungent fragrance of a delectable feast while being massaged by a pair of delicate hands, exploring your body in places you've never discovered. It was paradise. Her former spark now engulfed in the flame of this more vibrant passion.


Needless to say her friends confronted her on multiple occasions, often expressing notions of worry or distress. As odd as her explanation was to them, it was evident that she had never been happier in life. Pinkie found it particularly amusing how one who was so athletic transformed into this rather corpulent woman, and that she in turn played a role in her development. Everyone else reluctantly accepted her decision which she so passionately defended, with Rarity curious about how she should tackle making dresses for her friend who would outgrow them in a month.


Thus the new chapter of Rainbow’s life began. Discovering her love of fat and meeting like minded woman over the internet she embraced her new life with chubby arms. Day after day she’d gorge herself on a surplus of fatty foods she’d stock up on for the week which would usually last no more than a few days. Rarely would she ever cook at home, thanks to her favorite fast food joints being a few blocks away. Even during her lunch time she’d feast if she could, but normally her meals would consist of a few double cheeseburgers, a couple large orders of fries and a supersized drink. A couple times she’d pop the buttons of her own clothes in public, which proved rather embarrassing, but only until she quickly finished up and left the premises. That was when she was merely two years into her weight gaining life.


Now she was four years into it, and still going strong. Currently she worked as a lowly accountant in an office building, confined to her cubicle until her work day was done, which was in a few minutes. The job was less than glamorous compared to her friend’s careers, but the sedentary climate did wonders for her figure. Plus the pay was relatively fine, coupled with what money she secretly made as a web model. It put plenty of food in her stomach, which currently squished against her desk as it strained the buttons on her shirt to their limit.


Sipping up the remainder of her coffee, she punched in the remaining data she needed to catalogue on her computer. That is, after she finished ordering a few pizzas to be delivered to her apartment. Today was friday, the start of the weekend, meaning an eventful two whole days of gorging without having to wake up for work the next day. Blissfully she’d get to sleep in, perhaps with snacks by her bedside. All the while she would grope and admire every inch of her corpulent body until the grumbling of her starved stomach forced her to fetch more sustenance.


She sighed in bliss at the vision floating in her head. Her dazed eyelids drooping at the amount of boredom she had sustained throughout the long workday, as she waited in anticipation for the time after.


“Rainbow, you going right now?”


She turned her attention to her tall slender supervisor, brandishing a stack of files as she wrapped her bag around her shoulder. “Yeah actually, I just finished the final set of accounts for today.”


“Cool, cool. Well, I’ll just leave these for you after the weekend. Got any plans?”


“I could think of a few things. Just errands mostly, plus my friends might need my help with a few things.”


“Oh, well-uh, alright then,” he wryly smiled as he averted his gaze, “So...er, I better not hold you up any longer, heh. See you on Monday.”


Rainbow returned his smile as she waved him off. Soarin was always rather friendly for being a supervisor, but even she saw past it to reveal a more deeper desire he had. A few times now he had tried discretely asking her out, but each time she’d politely decline with excuses such as the ones she made now. His attention was flattering, and in the near future perhaps he’d be a good potential feeder. But for now her plans leaned toward some solo gaining. Once her salary became too little to satiate her appetite, she’d call him herself.


Logging off her computer, she stood up from her creaking chair. She long surpassed its weight limit, and removed the arm rests due to her wide curvaceous hips nearly breaking them off. The buttons on her shirt loosened a tid bit as her immense belly hung over the front of her large skirt, forcing her to pull the sides of her shirt down with pathetic results. Her gut stood out several feet in front of her and was so fantastically corpulent that she couldn’t even pull it down from the front because it got in the way. It would also come into contact with things before her hands did, meaning it would always rub against doors before she opened them; along with her voluptuous waist wedging itself between things such as the entrance to her cubicle.


Her body violently jiggled as she walked to the elevator. Her midsection bouncing as it stretched her polyester shirt, with her lush arms doing the same thing. Her hefty butt wiggled under her skirt with each massive step, wobbling her massive thighs and calves. She waited until she entered the elevator by herself, giving her the fantasy that it only took her to fill its occupancy limit. Alone within it she placed a hand on her thick stomach, which eagerly growled. The vibrations slightly lifting the bottom of her shirt up more.


“Yeah I hear ya. I’ll fetch us a quick bite right now. The delivery guy should be there in twenty minutes anyway.”


* * * * *


As she planned, the delivery man arrived the moment she parked her car. Dumping multiple bags wreaking of onion rings and fried chicken, she paid for her meal, piled the boxes atop of her kitchen counter, and entered her room to slip into something more comfortable for the oncoming feast. Before entering the doorway however, she proceeded with a daily habit she develop. Once her belly grew large enough to rub against the doorframe, she constantly entered in and out of the doors of her home sideways; grinning in satisfaction at how much of her gut squished and squeezed its way through. It was both a convenient way to gauge how much wider her butt and gut fleshed out after each feast, and a small chance to revel in her size for a brief moment.


It felt like such a relief to cast off her public garments, setting free the abundant fat that swelled out of the floodgates that were her clothes. Free of the confining buttons her belly hung further outward with much of the bottom rubbing against her thighs and the entirety trying to drag her down. The bulk of her puffy arms wobbled as she reached for a plain white shirt which loosely clothed her upper body but hardly concealed her gut as it stopped a couple inches above her deep navel.


Taking the time to view herself in her wide mirror she wrapped her arms around her massive gut, feeling it all overflow and engulf her arms as well as pool itself in between each of her fingers. Wobbling it in her sweet embrace the vibrations sent ripples throughout her body which quivered every robust inch. The same happened once she allowed it to drop out of her clutches but only after she gave it a final tight squeeze, reveling in how deeply she sunk her hands within the thick layers of blubber.


Next was the skirt and everything under it. Slipping down required her to bend over, sticking her cushiony rump outward as the skirt trailed across its soft skin. She had the habit of wiggling out of her lower body clothing, causing her buns to dance up and down until she slid the skirt down her meaty thighs. Viewing herself in the mirror from behind, she wiggled her lower body for a second time, giggling slightly as every blubbery surface coating her butt and legs jiggled at the slightest movement. She couldn’t resist giving her tush a bit of a smack, noticing how much larger it had gotten over the course of a week. Someday she’d be so large that it’d take up two whole chairs; one for each cheek to sit on. She couldn’t wait for that day as she giddily shook her rump while slipping on a pair of light blue panties.


*ding dong*


Snapped out of her fantasizing, Rainbow looked quizzically to her door. She wasn’t expecting any visitors today, just the delivery man whom she already paid off. Body jiggling as she stomped her way toward the door, she raised an eyebrow as she peeked out the eyehole and opened the door. “Sup Twilight.”


Her friend jerked her head back in shock at the sight of her. Belly squishing itself in between the doorframe and barely covered by her shirt, while her pillaring thighs and part of the underside of her butt were put on full display over a thin layer of blue panties. “Am...I in the middle of something?”


“What, this,” she referred to her barely clothed luscious body, “it’s hot today, and its Friday.”


“Oh...that’s right. The start of the weekend...when you overeat to the point you pass out three days in a row.”


“I know,” grinned Rainbow, “its awesome. You wanna come in?”


“Uh, sure. I wont keep you long. Just something I wanted to let you know.”


Walking inside Rainbow’s house, Twilight couldn’t help but take notice of the decore. Everything was simple, rooms filled with the basic of human necessities. The furnishings weren’t overly flashy like that of Rarity’s house, exuded any ounce of radiance. If it served its manufactured purpose it was good enough for Rainbow. After all, why spend more money on fancy furniture when she could spend said money on more food.


Everything was modestly cleaned however, despite how many breaks she took after glutting herself for a few hours. The calories she’d burn off from cleaning provided an excuse to take in triple that amount, giving her incentive to clean when she can. Her garbage can near her kitchen was constantly full however, stuffed to the brim with wrappers and boxes of every sort of food. Even as she walked into her kitchen she pulled out a bag of donuts from the cupboard and started eating them. Just another day in the life of Rainbow Dash.


“So, what’s this thing you wanted to let me know?”


“Well, the county fair is coming by Appleloosa tomorrow. Applejack wanted to go and we all thought it’d be fun to tag along, so I came to see if you’d like to go.”


“Hmm,” Rainbow raised a donut to her chubby cheek, “a fair huh? Well, fairs are pretty crowded. Plus there’s all that walking around. I can’t fit on any of the rides. Plus I have a full day of gorging tomorrow. Sorry Twi, but, my hands are kinda tied.”


“Applejack thought you’d say that,” Twilight slyly grinned, “so she wanted me to let you know of all the greasy buttery soaked corn on a cobs they had. Hot dogs stuffed with onions and pickles covered in mustard. All the corndogs and deep fried everything. Not to mention all the pie eating contests they hold every hour.”


“Pie...eating...contests?”


“Yup. Then there’s all that popcorn and cotton candy, ice cream, oh and over at the food courts they have-”


“You made your point Twilight,” Rainbow gripped her bulging stomach as it rumbled, “I’ll go.”


“Wow, guess Applejack was right. You really would go anywhere so long as it has plenty of food.”


“Almost everywhere,” she said, having the gym or a weight loss seminar in mind.


Twilight grimaced as she looked to her friend’s massive gut resting atop of the kitchen countertop; laying flat against the surface. It had gotten bigger since she last saw it, which was no surprise considering the amount Rainbow ate. She wouldn’t forget about the time Rainbow suggested they go out to an all you can eat buffet for lunch. Her belly became so stuffed afterward it was nearly as large as it was now. The buttons covering her shirt popped and ended up flying into someone’s glass. Looking at it now compared to how it was that year, she couldn’t fathom how much food it must be able to carry now, especially considering how many pizza boxes sat atop of the counter.  


“I guess I should leave you to your private time then.”


“You don’t want a slice,” she asked as she bit off a hefty portion. “


“No, that’s alright. I ate before I got here.”


“Alright, more for me.”


Twilight knew her friend would need the extra slice if she ever hoped to become full on just a dozen boxes, even with the food she ate before arriving home. What she didn’t know however was that Rainbow did some shopping the previous day.


Waving her friend off and requesting she lock the door on her way out, Rainbow eagerly turned to her massive fridge and thrust the door open. Greedily she grabbed with her chubby hands buckets of ice cream, whole cakes, a large tray of sandwiches, a couple liters of soda, and a premade tray of buffalo wings all while stuffing her face with slices of watermelon that proved too tempting not to devour right away.


Warming up the buffalo wings in the oven, she took all her food over to her couch in front of her television. Nothing made a friday night gorging better than doing it while watching some of her favorite movies. Todays pick was another Daring Doo film, which she couldn’t get enough of. The rush and excitement of her favorite heroine built up an intense appetite.


Bringing the wings by her side she began her weekly ritual. Her legs spread out to rest her belly between them, making it fold over her rotund thighs which served as an excellent table for it. Currently is spilled outward like a scoop of melted ice cream, but as time dragged on she’d feel it further pressing against her bosom and hanging further off the couch. Thankfully, she had all she needed at an arms reach on either side of her, with her televisions sitting high on top of a large dresser, so her gut didn’t block the view.


As the drama unfolded she blithely stuffed pizza slices into her mouth, taking large bites and washing them down with a liter of soda. The gooey cheese and pepperoni were still hot but cooled down thanks to the drink, which didn’t stop her from savoring the grease and meat which emanated from them and sometimes dripped from her lips. All of it landed within her belly with a splash and a glorp before another load entered her mouth. It didn’t take long for pizza boxes to pile behind her before she moved on to her other foods. But it did bloat up her belly to fantastic proportions as the fizz slowly started to die down within her.


Adding to her bulge were the buffalo wings and sandwiches next. Her stomach squelched as she placed the warm tray of buffalo wings on top of it, along with it warming up a large portion of her belly’s surface the further she leaned back into the couch cushions. Eating as she watched the movie she felt more of her swollen gut squish against her blubbery thighs, along with the churning that came from it. Playfully she wiggled her lower body which sent ripples through her being. Undulating every fat engorged inch and creating further commotion from her stomach. The tossing and turning of all the food which occupied it simulated a washing machine, which sloshed and squelched her increasing gorge about.


Setting aside the tray of bones, she inspected the area the tray once occupied. The surface was warm and a bit red from the heat, but still every bit as soft and fleshy as the rest of her, aside from the taunt center. She heartily smacked at what her pudgy arms allowed her to reach before placing the tray of sandwiches atop of the jiggling vacant space. Briefly shutting her eyes, she winced at the added pressure, but sighed blissfully at the cool steel tray countering the heat. “Gotta love having a nice cool belly.” The tray bounced as she smack her sides.


Rainbow moaned in pleasure with each sandwich she swallowed; drinking another liter of soda to make her gut that much more bloated. The collection of moist veggies, ham, turkey, and cheese filled her up more than everything else she had previously eaten, stretching her gut beyond its usual comfort. Being the daring glutton that she was though, she didn’t slow down. She couldn’t offer anymore room for her belly to grow than what she already provided, so her thighs would have to be crushed under the weight until she slept everything off.  


It took about an hour longer to finish the tray of sandwiches due to feeling incredibly stuffed from all the fizz the soda brought on. Once finished, she dropped the tray behind her with the pizza boxes. Exhaling a triumphant sigh as she raised her head up in pride. “Man...I love Fridays,” she groaned as she looked in front of her to observe her stomach. As vast and abundant as a lively meadow, it rippled and swayed like wind breathing over the grassy plain. Rubbing as much of the center as she could, she slid her hands down to its sides, lifting as much of it as she could hold in her hands up to her bosom. Much of it slipped through her fingers and plopped down to her thighs, but the rest flowed over the top of her arms and compressed much of what she ate. Each squeeze made her groan with pleasure at the discomfort, before eventually she dropped her plentiful amount of belly back onto her thighs to resume her feast.


Moving onto the desert she pulled the buckets of ice cream over to her. Brandishing a large scoop, the time she spent eating everything else had thawed the desert enough for her to pierce the surface easier than a knife through a steak. Each scoop served as a worthy mouthful which she gulped down heartily, emptying buckets within a few minutes and moving onto the next. She tingled with joy, envisioning it all going to her hips and rump, fleshing it all out and squishing against more surfaces and crushing all she sat upon. Her work skirt would fruitlessly attempt to conceal what lied underneath it, while trying for dear life to wrap around her legs. She’d get stuck through doorways, take up seats in theaters, flatten restaurant chairs, and continue insisting all manner of discord brought on by her grand countenance.


She ate quicker in her musing, wanting the end result of her gorge to come to fruition already. The buckets piled behind the couch along with the pizza boxes, leaving only the plastic domes serving as the cake’s containers to sit on top of it. Bloated to the point she moaned at the end of each breath, she was thankful cake hardly made her full. Given this fact, it was what she bought the most of when exiting the store. With a large fork she pierced into the various flavored breads and icing coating each delectable treat. The icing on the cake was literally what would contribute most to the added layers of blubber that would coat her body. Each one was dressed with extra buttercream icing she personally requested from the bakers, which gave an extra large layer to each cake. The veritable smorgasbord of sugar never failed to help her sleep as well as converting itself into the most pristine layers of fat she so coveted. With each bite serving as a toast to a new milestone and hearkening back to when Pinkie brought sweets over, there was nothing that she ate with more pride.

By the time the movie had finished, Rainbow simply turned off the TV via remote; too full to stand up and put the movie back in its case. She was too preoccupied reveling in the fruits of her labor by listening to the chorus her stomach put on and feeling its music reverberate off the walls of its taut surface against her hands. Its gurgling and grumbling would transition into sloshes and glorps with the feeling of all she had eaten churning around inside her. At the slightest amount of pressure she could feel all the meat, cheese, ice cream and cake molding into the soft tissue that’ll soon distribute throughout her entire body.


Rainbow had grown so wide and bloated that she couldn’t even put her hands under her belly to weigh it. She was only able to go as low as her waist, which had accumulated a slight amount of pudge since she began. Her legs were lost under her gut; crushed under its immense girth. It even folded over her knees for the time being, and hung over the edge of the couch so much it nearly touched the table in front of it. Heartily smacking the center with an open hand, she winced at the slight pain brought on by adding pressure to it.


“Now that was awesome,” she said while leaning her head back, basking in the sweet sensation of feeling incredibly stuffed. “Being this full never gets old.”


Squishing the more corpulent parts of her belly, she groped the more meatier parts in her hands. Playfully she wobbled the massive swell, sloshing it about and making a milkshake out of her glut. Sleep brought on by her heavy meal began to overtake her, along with her belly’s commotion lulling her like a mother’s lullaby. A smile creased across her chubby cheeks as she pictured herself as a fuller-plumper woman, which would no doubt please her many online admirers. The thick proportions of her body would grow that much thicker thanks to her feast. Squeezing into tight spaces and straining the fabric of her clothing. Soon she wouldn’t be able to fit in her own SUV, which already had to be customized multiple times to accommodate her increasing size; that and her belly kept pressing against the horn.


Hands daintily placed on her belly, she succumbed to sleep. Her back pressed against the sofa cushions for added comfort until she was surrounded by nothing but warmth. Nothing but the sounds of her belly penetrated the quiet atmosphere of the room. And soon, her gentle snoring accompanied it.


* * * * *


Hours passed before a sudden dream woke Rainbow from her deep slumber. Whether it was a good dream or bad one she couldn’t really tell however. It certainly would’ve been quite some time before she got so incredibly fat that she took up the whole room, and even then she’d be smart enough to plan ahead.


Dazedly she stretched her limbs as she yawned and looked to the clock in the room being one of the only light sources within the house besides the lightpost outside shining through the slits of her blinds. It was three in the morning, which meant she had already gotten a good nights sleep after her gorge. Speaking of which, she felt much lighter than she previously was; ironically speaking. As she stretched, her arms felt slightly heavier than before. Groping them along with her belly she felt an added layer of pudge rounding them, making her already corpulent body that much more corpulent.


She had been gorging for so long that she can tell changes in her weight, even in the dark. Still, she wouldn’t pass up seeing the results with her own eyes. The added tightness of her panties around her waist and butt increased her curiosity as she waddled to her room; feeling her butt and thighs jiggle along with her belly wobbling in place. Doing what she usually did before entering through one of her doorways, she grinned at the fact of having to wiggle more to get her belly and butt through. Finally she turned on the light and stood in front of her mirror. More than pleased at the results of yesterdays gorge.


Her shirt which once covered a quarter of her stomach now only dressed her upper body, and served more as a short vest as her chunky arms began tearing through. Her waist and love handles grew that much more luscious, giving her more to trail her hands across and more to peek out of most of the shirts she owned. More of her belly rounded out and hung lower against her thighs, taking up further space in the mirror and undulating in her hands like an ocean of blubber. She wasn’t able to feel much of her hips due to her obstructing waist, but she only need her eyes to confirm it was time to buy some new pants and undies. Even her panties hung lower than earlier, which squished against much more of her plentiful rump than when she started.


Speaking of which, she bent down in front of the mirror to see how much bigger it got. More of her panties further slid down across the surface, exposing two beach ball like buns taking up  majority of the mirror. Pulling up her panties a tad, there was no way it’d be able to hold it all back for very long; half of each cheek exposed out of the sides. It certainly was added baggage for her portly thighs to lug around. Both it along with her calves played keep up with the rest of her body. Fattening up to give her figure a truly curvy and voluptuous look.


Giving her rump a smack and belly a few pats, she exhaled another yawn. Despite how long she slept the night still remained along with some traces of food in her belly which required digesting. Lazily she collapsed on her bed after shutting off the light. She didn’t even cover herself in the soft sheets of her bed. Her own natural insulation fulfilled that purpose anyhow, increasing its already surprising usefulness.


In a few hours her friends will be arriving to pick her up for the fair trip. Which meant every second of sleep counted toward how much more food she could fill her gut with. Just because she wouldn’t be home didn’t mean her weekend feasting had to stop. All the greasy foods coupled with the pies and snacks that would over encumber her belly would need all the room they can get. She looked forward to the shocking glances of the crowds watching her demolish pies and leave all her hungry competitors in the dust; if her sheer size didn’t intimidate them enough to back down that is. She’d possibly need to check in at a nearby hotel after her belly becomes so immensely stuffed that she’d have to use a wheelbarrow to lug it around, since she couldn’t bring it inside her car. Her musing made her smile as she rolled onto her side, one arm resting under her pillow with the other resting atop of her belly. Giving it a few more gentle pats and squishes, she once again surrendered to sleep. Having to get enough in so she wouldn’t pass out from exhaustion from all the eating she’d do in several hours.