The first mountain goat, colossal and thickset, stepped into the clearing, his breath misting in the chill mountain air. He was the embodiment of strength and endurance.

The second goat joined, his presence equally commanding, his size speaking volumes of his tenacity. Together, they stood, a testament to the power of nature.

The third goat entered, completing the trio. They stood there, in the heart of the mountain, their figures painted against the backdrop of the towering peaks.

The goats began their ritual, their voices reverberating through the mountainside. The air shimmered with their words, the enchantment taking root.

With each chant, they grew fatter, their bodies expanding, their forms becoming more impressive. Their ritual of fatness was underway.

Their bodies jiggled like a bowl of jello, the fatness ritual was working. Their size was a testament to the power of their enchantment.

As the ritual came to an end, the goats were now significantly fatter. They were the fattest and biggest anthro mountain goats, their size awe-inspiring.

They patted their bellies, the sound echoing across the mountainside. They were content, their ritual a success.

Their size was a testament to their power, their resilience. They were the embodiment of the mountain, unyielding and eternal.

As the sun set on the mountain, the goats took one last look at their home. Their ritual was complete, their purpose fulfilled.

They retreated back into the mountains, their colossal figures disappearing into the thick forest. Their legend would live on, their story told for generations.

And so, the tale of the three fattest and biggest anthro mountain goats was etched into the annals of time, a story of strength, power, and unyielding will.