Cutie Mark Gainers (de unoriginal title)

Note: Later in the story the ponies are supposed to be imagined as fat as you want them unless of course you want them to be chubby. Then you're fucked.
	"I know what we should try next to get our cutie marks!" said Applebloom with extreme glee. "What's that Applebloom?" replied Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo in
unison, excited to hear. "Lets try and get our eating cutie marks!" announced Applebloom to the other CMCs bewilderment. "We eat everyday Applebloom, how does this
make any sense?" Scootaloo responded. "Because we're going to eat competitively silly," Applebloom stated. "And where are we even going to get all the food Applebloom?"
Sweetie Bell inquired. "I live on a farm you dummies and, I'm sure Applejack wouldn't mind if we used some of the food," Applebloom retorted. "Fine then. I'll bet I
can eat 10X more than you Applebloom," boasted Scootaloo. "You're on!". Then a few days later after everyone went to bed Applebloom got all the apple related things
she could get and, even "borrowed" some sweets from the Sugar Cube Corner. Applebloom set it all out on the table out in the field where the CMC had decided to do this at (which
had to be done at night because they didn't want Applejack to yell at them for taking the Apple family's food). The gigantic mountain of food towered over them all.
Jeers where thrown around the three fillies who were anxious to get started. "Ready to lose?" "You're going down!" "Alright enough girls on the count of three we
start! 1, 2, 3 and GO!" yelled Applebloom. They all dug into the glob of food the second the word was uttered. With utter disregard for manners they all started devouring
the treats on the table. Apple pies and cakes were gone in seconds and they even started minor arguments over certain treats but, they ended quickly to avoid losing
valuable time to eat. Applebloom started noticing a warm feeling down where her nethers were but, ignored it so she could keep shoveling food into her mouth. Under
the table though the fillies bellies were growing and starting to put a bit of strain on the chairs as the moon inched over the sky. More empty pie plates were made
and more apple fritters disappeared. The heap of food was dwindling as a sudden crack was heard and Applebloom and Sweetie Bell turned and saw a broken chair and a
much larger Scootaloo sitting on it. "Woops..." she mumbled as she resumed eating standing. Sweetie Bell and Applebloom paid little attention though as they had a small
bit of time to eat more than Scootaloo. Soon though Applebloom's and Sweetie Bell's chairs fell to the ground and they jumped right onto their hooves (with a bit more
effort than before they started) and starting eating right away. As the moon started to fall behind the trees though the mountain of food had finally gone away with
three very big fillies on their backs. "Applebloom?" "Yeah Sweetie Bell?" "How are we going to see who ate the most?" "Sweetie Bell I cant even see over my stomach
let alone find out who won." Scootaloo cuts in the conversation with "How about we see who's stomach is the fattest?" "Sure now how are we supposed to do that when
we cant get up?" retorted Sweetie Bell. "Maybe we try to roll onto our bellies?" "Sounds like as good idea as any," Applebloom said. The CMC tried to roll onto their
newly acquired flab with a lot of grunts and even a bit of sweating. Finally though all three (with A LOT of effort) made it onto their new doughy bellies and they all
looked around and the winner was decided... Scootaloo had her legs a bit further from the ground than the other two fillies. "Yes! I told you I would win Applebloom."
"I'll get you next time Scootaloo." Sweetie Bell though had her eyes almost come out of their sockets with shock. "We ate almost all of your family's food Applebloom."
How in the world is your family even going to make enough food for this again. Speaking of your family you're probably going to get yelled at." "Yeah well it was worth
it. Is it just me or do y'all feel tired?" "Yeah I feel like I could sleep for years," Scootaloo responded. All three fillies then rolled back onto their backs and
drifted into a deep sleep and all three ignored the tingling feeling on their flanks. The end
	Writefag note 2.0: This is my first fic so feel free to note on things that I fucked up on. I already know at the beginning of the story I said that certain ponies
were talking way too much. I tried to fix this at the end but, if I did a poor job of that too let me know.