>>102828
Honestly with rolling out of the question (for the first, short-lived beginning of the race) it'd be more of a gourmet race for them, crumbs of pastries and sweetfood littering the way to the goal until those crumbs gradually transition into full on bite-chunks out of the terrain in their wake, ballooning them into absolute landwhales... Adeleine slamming her titanically lardfilled sweaty body facefirst into the creamy floor below to scarf pounds of fattening cream between her already hammy, messy cheeks and chins. With two blubbery, sweaty buttglobes wobbling up at the sky with each munch and wheeze now that her dress is nowhere NEAR big enough to cover them... Letting out sloppy, muffled gorging noises as she expands into a colossal stage blockade in of herself... Ribbon being able to munch down entire icing-drenched strawberries, her wings uselessly flapping behind her and sending her flabby blob bod into a wobbling fit to try and inch her lardladen body closer to the goal... Even if the rest of her body is content with sedentary gorging in the middle of the track at this point, eventually just giving up (with flight attempts causing too much sweat), and her burdensome weight against the sloppy creamlayered floor sliding her along way to the end without input, so she can gorge herself into further immobility on the way. Ripple trying her best to remain decent and trudge on, and actually *get* to the goal cakes and not cause too much of a scene like the others but, the temptation of lifting another messy chunk of calorie laced cake to her trembly mouth gets the best of her again... Too focused on keeping a tidy image to notice herself stress-eating and unconsciously shoveling in handfuls upon handfuls of sludgy, creamy strawberry clusters like a hog in heat, and only letting out a collection of panicked squeaks, belches and wheezes once her robes finally give way and reveal her sweaty, multi-hundred pound cellulite packed form...
And then all three of their scales break at the end and its a tie.