The low thrum of vibrations bled through the thick walls of the Academy’s auditorium. Rhythmic beats caused dust to erupt from ill maintained brickwork. In the pale moonlight, other signs of neglect were apparent. The grass, usually lush green even in the harsh summer sun, had yellowed. Large grooves flattening the blades down, meshing with the dry mud. Odd organic sounding noises interspersed the regular beats of the music, creating a discordant collage of noise, further compounded by the creaking of metal and the hum of magic.
Towards the front of the building, they had thrown the double door wide open. Despite how wide the opening was, a magically powered mobility scooter and its oversized occupant had entirely blocked it. In the days and months since the rampant proliferation of food, and the rapid ballooning of the populus, Equestria had ground to a standstill. Magical and technological innovations had made sure citizens could still move and undertake all activities they so wish desired, which mostly meant stuffing themselves with more food.
Obesity had become an ever-expanding force. Once set in motion, it had been impossible to slow down again, like a snowball rolling down a hill. More food stretched stomachs wider, which required more food to fill, which required more abundant sources of food. With more food, the burgeoning fatties could stuff themselves to capacity again, perpetuating the cycle. The result had created immense mounds of fatty, wobbly flesh, the barest features distinguishing them as being a pony, rather than an amorphous mass of odd coloured dough.
The mare's fat coated arms swayed and sloshed, squashing into her oversized breasts and upper belly roll as a panel on her mobility device tilted forwards, suspension creaking ominously as it trundled forwards into the hot, humid interior. Banks of multicoloured light flashed in time to the music’s beat, the shafts cast across the occupants, all of them squashed into somepony else. Designed to hold more than double the current amount of attending students, the designers had clearly never envisioned the possibility of the students suddenly growing treble their size.
Not a single creature in the room weighed less than 1000 pounds, which, in of itself, was a slight stretch. The accolade of lightest creature went to Ochre Sentinel, just shy of 1300 lbs. The actual average weight was somewhere around 1500, over ten times what the average weight had been a year ago. Autumn found herself sitting just slightly above this threshold. With her immense weight oozing from her obnoxiously branded scooter, the once sporty mare was little less than a gelatinous mass, yearning for more food.
It had been months since her hooves had touched the ground, her natural earth pony strength and endurance buried under soft, doughy rolls. If it wasn’t for the gadgets and magical gizmos that carried food to her, she’d be unable to feed herself and quell the ever roaring hole in her gut. Sweat oozed across her form like a sticky river. The problem made ever more acute, being packed into a room full of dozens of sweating, farting blobs. The air was humid, rank and dreadfully hot, reminding the ex-soccer player of the swamps in Southern Equestria… or the changing room after the last football game.
Football, and really any form of sporting activity, had all but ceased. Initially, the constant breaks for water and food dragged out every event to more than double its normal length. Coupled with the fact that ponies no longer had the strength to move any more than a few steps, the match vs Baltimare had been the last of the season. As immobility claimed her, new opportunities arose, most notably eating contests. Autumn’s early gaining, combined with her enthusiasm to fill the void sport had occupied, had led her to become one of the best high capacity eaters in the Canterlotarea, as well as good swaths of west, south and north Equestria.
It was only those living on the east coast who could out eat her handily, the very best of which hailed from Manehatten. She smiled, recalling her last contest. If Autumn could be best described as a blob, then the Manehattenite was just a brightly coloured pile of oozing flesh. She hadn’t been sure if they were a stallion or a mare. The only facial features Autumn could see had been their overblown cheeks, quaking and undulating from the gentlest of nudges. They’d eaten her out from under the table and nearly cleared out every piece of food there. The rampant gluttony she’d bared witness to was inspiring (if not slightly erotic) and reminded her of two other ponies; Honey and Ruby.
Sitting across from her, the two former enemies were now a pair of blobby lovers. Ever since the confession, the unicorns spent near enough every moment together. That, of course, meant that there wasn’t a single moment where they weren’t busy stuffing each other silly. Day after day, they each would spend inordinate amounts of time flitting between various eateries, gorging themselves on tables of ludicrously unhealthy food. One place they frequented often had been the pancake houses. Given that Honey’s family owned the business, and were currently taking in extreme levels of profit, it wasn’t an uncommon sight for the pancake heir to be messily stuffing towers of fluffy waffles into Ruby; her fattened face sticky with syrup and her mega-boobs catching every scrap and half eaten chunk.
Between them both, they’d both ballooned to unfathomably large sizes. Honey had maintained her status as the largest pony in the academy, reaching just shy of a ton. Her mobility scooter had to be specially imported from a Manehattendealer; not only to accommodate her enormous bulk, but to accommodate her enormous butt. Each cheek was a monstrous, sagging, cellulite dimpled blob. Titanic farts pushed their way past the fold marred globs periodically, wobbling her entire form and leaving a pungent aroma billowing around her, mingling with the heavy stench of other ponies flatulence, BO and food.
Spurred on by her marefriends’ encouragement, Ruby's weight had shot up like a rocket. Perhaps it was because of her family's insistence on staying slim, but once the red unicorn hit 500 pounds, her metabolism completely failed as the weight piled on. Not as large as Autumn, her exaggerated hourglass figure as a sight to behold; with her vast milky mountains wobbling and bouncing like water balloons. A comparatively small belly swelled onto her titanic thighs and below her knees as her meaty ass enveloped the seat. Like everypony else, hygiene had become a faint memory. Her table manners had devolved to that of a hog.
Although, the way Ruby ate would be offensive to even pigs, because at least they ate in a slightly more dignified manner. From even the smallest of meals, she would find some way to plaster as much mess across her face and upper chest, a permanent sweet smell mixing with raw, pungent funk. The three mares sat in relative silence, their mouths too full of food to give each other anything more than pathetic grunts and raucous belches. Everypony crammed into the auditorium was doing the same thing, happily munching away at excessive quantities of calorie dense treats (all happily provided by Berry Pie Food Distributors).
So loud was the cacophony of farts, belches and general gluttony that a good solid minute passed before the audience realised somepony had killed the music. “Ahem… good… huff.. Evening… uuuuuurrrppp… everypony…” The voice of the vice principal echoed from the speakers. Only a fraction of the student body could see her out of their narrow peripherals. Like an immense wad of bubblegum, the pink unicorn filled a motorized cart that sat on a raised stage, the microphone standsquashing into her chest fat. “I apologise… wheeze… for interrupting… ffrrrppbbttt… your evening, but if… pant… I could have… whew… have your attention… for just… huffff… one minute… gasp… I like to…. puff… announce… boouurrpp… this year's Prom Queen’s!” The mare panted over the intercom, a set of crowns surrounded in a light pink aura lazily drifted overhead.
“By popular… vote… the Prom Queen’s this year… huff… are… Ruby Radiance and Honeysweet!” The two crowns swooped down, nestling upon the lovers’ heads. A smattering of cheers and claps came forth, which were almost inaudible under the rolling gurgles and bursts of flatulence filling the room. Using the extent of their mobility, the two could only just rest their hands upon each other’s rolls, their oversized bingo wings sloshing about as they hugged the best they could, Honey’s gut grumbling in discontent.
“Whew… all that celebrating… has made… me hungry…” The oversized blob wheezed, her magic dragging a bowl of trifle over and upending the dessert. With Ruby grabbing her own unhealthy pile of sugar and fat, the students of CanterlotMare’s Preparatory Academy were more than content to blimp themselves into ever larger masses of blubber, uncaring as the frames of their scooters buckled and the floorboards bowed.
From where the Vice Principal sat, only one thing fluttered through her mind, disrupting the constant urge to stuff her face.. “We’re going to need a bigger school...”