Another request done, this time for  GluttonVinyl! Sorry for the wait dude, I hope you enjoy it :P Vinyl Scratch finds that Octavia has eaten her favourite ice cream and enacts her chilled revenge, but not after some fattiness of her own XP

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The alarm went off with a shrill beep in the bedroom of Equestria’s most famous DJ, the unicorn known as Vinyl Scratch. The white furred, blue maned mare groaned to herself and punched the clock with a hoof, silencing its harsh blaring as she turned over in the bed. Before she’d done so, Vinyl saw that the readout of the clock had said that it was 8AM, and that annoyed her since she usually didn’t rise from her pit until at least noon. Suspecting it to be a prank by her roommate in retaliation for how she apparently snores likes an Ursa Major, the bone white pony figured she’d need to have a word with the prissy mare when she got up. Her roommate being none other than Equestria’s other most famous musician, the classy, and of course classical, Octavia Philharmonica. They’d met at a social gathering, the upper class, slate grey coated and black maned earth pony seemed out of place at the music festival Vinyl was DJing for, but she had said she liked to listen to other types of music besides classical symphonies, which had impressed the DJ pony, and they had become friends.

Then of course, some…financial difficulties arose courtesy of Vinyl’s spending habits that caused her to lose her home, she may be popular but she wasn’t rich, and Octavia had felt pity for her, letting the mare into her fairly luxurious home on condition that she didn’t mess it up too much or dip into her money. For the most part, Vinyl happily obeyed; she got a warm bed, a full belly and a caring, considerate friend after all…but she had grown complacent and lazy from it. The techno loving pony’s biggest weakness was her appetite; she could, and often would, sit around on her days off when not recording new tracks or playing at venues stuffing her face with junkfood or visiting various fast food outlets, and this showed, as her figure was somewhat rotund with a sagging paunch of a belly and fairly bubbly plot, the cheeks of which bounced as she walked and went into a jiggle fit if she ran. The slightest ghost of a double chin rested below her face and her cheeks had a faint puffiness to them. Vinyl didn’t care though, to her, looks were second to talent.

“Urgh, blimey…” she moaned, sitting up in bed finally and letting out a long, loud yawn. “Mornin’ world, you unfair, cruel git…”

Clambering out of bed, she tottered about the room a little, levitating her trademark purple lens black glasses with a cyan magical aura and sliding them over her blood red eyes, a small smirk on her face as she looked in her bedside mirror, checking her appearance out. Her mane and tail where a scruffy mess but that was normal for Vinyl, so she only paid brief lip service to grooming before going into the bathroom to brush her teeth, if only because she detected the foul air of terrible morning breath coming from her mouth from an all night binge on nachos and soda, and she was pretty sure the stench could knock out a Manticore.

Blue magic lifted a similarly blue toothbrush and Vinyl scrubbed her chompers until all she could taste or smell was mint, and then glanced at herself in the large vanity mirror Octavia had mounted on the bathroom wall. She eyed herself up and down and noted the size of her belly and her butt, sitting down and smushing her hooves into her stomach and chuckling at they sunk in an inch or two. She would have continued this squishy ego trip had she not detected the smell of something from the downstairs kitchen wafting up towards her nostrils: Pancakes.

“Mm, Tavi must be cookin’ brekkie…” she said to herself, licking her lips as her belly gave an anticipative growl.

Trotting downstairs, Vinyl was indeed correct as the earth colored earth pony was contentedly overseeing a large number of pancakes on the stove. Her gut grumbled more at the sight and she pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down, her plot squishing against the wood somewhat. Octavia heard the scraping of the chair against the floor and turned around, smiling at her plus sized housemate.

“Good morning Vinyl” she chirped in her clear, refined accent, identifying her as a pony from the Equestrian region known as Albion, to the north. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mornin’ Tavi, and actually, did ya set me alarm for 8 this mornin’? Ya bloody well know I sleep till noon!” Vinyl answered, she was also from Albion, albeit sporting a different regional accent than Octavia, more…well, slang filled and ‘lower class’.

“Oh, actually yes I did. But only because you have that gig tonight at the local club at 2, and you don’t get up until at least 1, and then take about a year to get ready for it!” Octavia snorted, noting her friend’s laziness.

“Oh, right…well, thanks I guess.” Vinyl mumbled reluctantly. “Anyway, pancakes for brekkie, Tav?” she swished her tail about, staring longingly at the mass of pancakes Octavia was cooking.

“Of course, a big gloopy sugar filled breakfast for my big gloopy sugar filled friend!” the earth pony laughed, walking over to poke the DJ’s round midsection, causing it to wobble slightly.

Vinyl just nodded and grinned goofily, practically squeeing when her friend brought the stacks of pancakes to the table, easily three whole plates filled with syrup drizzled goodness. Using her magic to pick up her knife and fork, the mare began to greedily demolish her way through her breakfast, relishing each bite of sweet, gooey batter as it hit the pit of her stomach. Octavia watched with a smirk as her companion’s already plump tummy bloated out more and more as she crammed it full of pancakes, until the plates were totally empty and Vinyl was resting her head against the table, a look of semi-catatonic wonder on her face, and a belly jutting out so much she looked with foal.

“Hnnn…me compliments to the –BRAAOORRRP- chef.” She grunted, it was hard to tell if she was in pain or just stuffed to the proverbial gills.

Octavia giggled and approached her bloated friend, helping her lean back in her chair and began to rub her hooves over her distended tummy gently, in circular motions. Vinyl practically purred from the sensation, her overloaded belly’s loud groans of indigestion slowly replaced with more soothing gurgles of proper working order. This carried on for some time, until the unicorn nodded off following Octavia even giving her belly a playful, teasing kiss to make it feel better. When she was certain that the snoring mare was in a food coma, Octavia grinned to herself and went towards the fridge, opening it and browsing down to the lowest shelves, where Vinyl’s snack food price and joy resided: Her favorite ice cream, personally tailored to match her coat and mane, a white vanilla with blue and cyan swirls and streaks, bubblegum and blueberry flavor. A strange combo for sure, but Vinyl was a strange mare. And Octavia also liked it, but the greedy white furred DJ never let her have more than a tiny taste, yet she had three whole tubs of the stuff in there!

With an evil smirk, she took out a tub and snuck off, grabbing a spoon with her teeth and going back upstairs, before digging into the delicious treat with gusto that would make Vinyl jealous. She polished off the tub in minutes, leaning back on her satin silk bed with both hooves resting atop a swollen abdomen, some ice cream dribbling from the corner of her mouth. A content, if loud and unladylike belch flowing from her lips. So *this* is what it felt like to be Vinyl, she’d not mind eating more of the delicious frozen food, but only if Vinyl had left…sleepy from her small binge, she flopped back onto the bed, belly sloshing a bit, and drifted off for a nice nap.

Hours later, she was awoken to the sounds of frantic cursing and crashing from downstairs, no doubt Vinyl had woken from her stupor and realized she’d digested so many pancakes that she was as squishy and buttery as they had been. And peeking down into the kitchen from the landing, she was correct in her assumptions; Vinyl had indeed grown fatter between passing out from eating and awaking with a start, no doubt the curse of her skewed metabolism at work. Her belly almost dragged along the ground and pushed her limbs out to the sides more, her already prodigious plot was even larger and bubblier, and that ghost of a doublechin was now a full on doublechin going on a treble, and her cheeks were puffed up even more now. Octavia couldn’t help but giggle at her sheer size but was careful to avoid being spotted due to her own slightly increased squishiness. After some yelling to herself about the time, caring more about being late than she was about her weight, Vinyl was gone with a door slam, waddle-galloping away.

With a greedy snicker, the mare sped downstairs and threw open the fridge, grabbing the other tubs of ice cream and plonking her plot down on the living room couch, turned on the TV, and began to gorge herself silly, savoring the taste and texture of Vinyl’s favorite dessert, and how naughty she felt eating it. Did she feel a bit bad? Yes, but did she care at the time? Not really. Her belly blew out even more as she ate, and she giddily kept going, getting pretty round and all. With another loud belch she leaned back on the couch and drifted off into another nice little nap, not caring about anything else now.

“…Ohhh Octy ya so *dead*!” cried a voice that woke the sleeping earth pony back up.

Octavia’s eyes fluttered open to reveal not only an incensed looking Vinyl looming over her, but also a good few dozen tubs of blueberry ‘n’ gum ice cream. It took the mare a second to wake up enough to realize she was in trouble. With a grunt she rolled herself upright and tries to sheepishly explain to Vinyl, but the portly unicorn was having none of it. Octavia was also shocked at the sheer amount of ice cream seemingly packed into the room behind her, and questioned her friend on them.

“Well Tav, I came home early ‘cause there was a…few problems with the gig,” she trailed off “…me butt kinda broke the DJ stand. So when I came home and saw you’d been eatin’ all me ice cream I got really cross and decided, that if you like it so much…”

“Y-yes?” Octavia asked, not liking her friend’s sudden pause.

“Then you’d not mind eating a *lot* of it, and I bought a pretty sizeable amount…with your money, of course.” She smirked evilly.

Octavia gasped and wanted to yell about that but was cut off when a magically lifted spoon was brought to her lips, filling her mouth with another helping of ice cream. She tried to resist eating it but the taste was just too good, causing her to gulp it down. Vinyl giggled in delight and continued to spoon feed her, also using her magic to restrain the earth pony’s limbs. Spoonful after spoonful passed her lips, and it wasn’t long before the purple eyed pony’s belly was bulging out even more, gurgling loudly as it filled. She groaned and leaned forward a little as pressure built up in her stomach from the increasing fullness but there was little she could do; Vinyl kept feeding her and listing off all the things she’d by with Octavia’s money.

“New speakers, a big slap up meal for 2, all for me of course, more music CDs…” she rattled off.

“Vinyl…hrrf…please…I…-urrrrrp- please stop, I-mmph!” her plea was cut short by the remains of an entire tub being shoved into her mouth.

By time they were almost done, Octavia no longer needed to have her limbs restrained, she was far too bloated to get up, let alone walk. Her belly touched the floor from her sitting position on the couch, creaking and groaning as it reached its limit. Vinyl sensed her friend would likely burst if given anymore, and so sat down nearby and ate the last few tubs herself, relishing both the taste and Octavia’s repeated burps as she tried to equalize her pressured belly. Grinning, she offered the mare one more spoonful, which was met with tumultuous angry gurgles from an overstuffed and sickly tummy.

“…You…monster…guh…” Octavia moaned weakly, prompting a snort from Vinyl.

“Don’t forget luv, you’re friends with the monster~!” she sang sticking her tongue out at her as poor Octavia slowly lapsed into a food coma.

It was about a month or so later after this incident, and the duo were settling into breakfast once again. This time however, there was a key different, and not only the fact that Vinyl was awake at 8AM when she wasn’t going out that day. It was Vinyl who was cooking the breakfast; making a fat stack or two’s worth of pancakes, wearing a ‘wub the cook’ apron and humming a ditty to herself. The hungry expectant of the gargantuan meal was a now gargantuan Octavia, who had *ballooned* from the ice cream stuffing a month or so prior. She was more like a bear in size than a pony, with a belly that not only squished against the ground, but billowed out to the sides and her legs sunk into it somewhat. Her plot was so large that calling her ‘sofa filling’ would be an understatement, with flanks bloated out and stretched, crinkled cutie marks adorning them. Both her belly and back where covered in developing rolls, her neck had long ago been lost to a mass of vaguely chin shaped folds, and her cheeks where big enough to make her eyes squint a little. She could barely move, was now totally sick of ice cream, and was starving so much that she giggled when Vinyl brought the pancakes over, shoving her face into them.

Yes, she had been furious at her weight gain when it happened, and yes, she wanted to deck her companion, but a mix of increased laziness, hunger, and just not caring anymore meant that at least for now, they’d better make sure the stage for her next big symphony was reinforced a lot.