After months of hard work, grueling time spent shooting, reshooting, correcting and editing, the movie was finally finished. A massive effort, everypony working had put their blood, tears and sweat into the production, though sweat was definitely the most prominent of the three. A movie of this scale hadn’t been attempted since the obesity epidemic, the logistics of working with such enormous actors having been an initial turn off to any project getting off the ground, even with Berry Pie pulling some strings here, and putting funding into other parts there. Regardless, everything had come together in the end, even if the project had some hiccups at the very start. The movie was on the very cusp of release, the adverts having drawn plenty of attention to the general public, waiting in anticipation for it to finally hit cinemas.
There was only one more thing to take care of; the premiere. A great many places were considered, from Canterlot to Las Pegasus to San Fransiscolt itself. In the end though, Manehatten had been picked, and not without good reason. Much like how rampant obesity had affected film production, so too had it impacted architecture. A traditional cinema or theatre was utterly incapable of accommodating those of even the lowest of weights nowadays, as even seating was impractical for an increasingly immobile populus.
With the entire cast finally succumbing to their egregious appetites, not a single one amongst them could move under their own power; An entire group of actors, directors, cameraponies and staff, confined to the comfy interior of their mobility devices. From all the locations, the Manehatten cinema was more than capable of holding them, alongside members of the press and any special guests invited. The solution was simple, if not crude. Mirroring Drive-in cinemas, all one had to do was find an empty space and park up.
“...And I thank you dearly, I honour the knight who so bravely saved our realm from the clutches of evil, and restore harmony to the chaos ravaging the land.” Bowstring, or rather, the character Bowstring was portraying spoke in finality, beaming from amongst her collection of face flab. The camera panned back, showing that Bowstring was sitting on an enormous throne. Even as large as it was, her fat was overlapping and overflowing parts of the arm rest, all covered by an absolutely vast red dress, somehow having enough extra fabric to not be entirely skin tight. Standing before her, a near immobile Freeze Frame stoically nodded, holding her helm beneath her colossal bingo wing as she smiled widely. The onscreen audience broke into cheers and applause, as did the cinema audience too, though with considerably greater difficulty, some instead choosing to belch, the force of which disturbing the insane amount of snacks they’d brought to the show. Slowly, the camera faded to black, the credits flashing up on the screen, bringing about a second round of applause.
“So… what did… huff… you girls think?” Bowstring grinned, emptying the last of her ultra-jumbo popcorn bucket into her maw, letting the empty box tumble to the ground, joining the amassment of garbage down there.
“Amazing! I just knew you’d…pant…be an amazing fit for the role! You’re a natural born…uuurrpp…actress, regardless of the medium! What about you, ‘Ganza?” Berry Pie excitedly piped up, struggling to express her glee as she panted and wheezed. It wasn’t difficult to see why. Initially, she’d tried to minimise her exposure to her products, to minimise her weight gain. She was only a pony, however, and she’d eventually succumbed to the near perpetual grip of food. Of course, owning the largest food company in the world… and by extension one of the largest companies in the world presented her with a great many perks. Sometimes, she would spend days at a time gorging herself within her vast Manehatten factory, wallowing in her obesity as she mindlessly consumed millions of calories.
The end result of such rampant gluttony was one of the heaviest ponies alive, just shy of Bowstring in sheer enormity. Her belly was absurd, a testament to her unerring gluttony. Thicker than three mattresses stacked atop one another, each over-inflated roll of adipose grumbled and blorped happily, showing off a cavernous belly button that lay deep with the crevasse they’d formed. Deformed to such an extent, each slab of flesh was liberally pockmarked with creases and cellulite dimples, her body far too large for her anatomy to cope. Her arms were almost helpless, only capable of the most pitiful of movements, struggling to move within the great sleeves of bingo wings. With every feeding session, it seemed as though her limbs gobbled up more of her arms and feet, great pads of blubber swallowing around the engorged appendages, trying to rob her of anything that could identify her as a living creature, as opposed to a light purple expanse of adipose.
A mountain range worth of back rolls complimented immense cushions of lovehandles, so wide that they were sagging back onto her butt. Whilst her ass couldn’t hold a candle to Bowstrings, by no means were they small, each a lump of folded, saggy lard, topped by a matted, greasy blue tail, the majority of which was trapped between in her butt crack. All this enormity was cradled within the confines of a humongous mobility scooter, an immense platform mounted at the front to accommodate the tidal wave of belly meat.
“Oh yes, it was rather interesting, especially with… pant… how everything was managed with everypony’s size. I think you pulled it off with aplomb darling.” Though Bowstring couldn’t turn her head far enough to see, Extravaganza’s encouraging smile wavered for a moment, a low grumble making itself known. “Oh, I tell you what, I’m… wheeze… feeling rather wolfish; these piddly little snacks from the… frrrppbrt… concession stand hardly fill you up at all…” Levitating empty bags and cartons, alongside the remains of a massive box of nachos off her rolls, a small chorus of gurgles and groans came forth from the other two, cutting through the credit’s music.
“I know exactly what you're talking about ‘Ganza. Thank goodness I… phew… booked us some seats.”
“Can you even book at your restaurants? I thought the speedy food with no… gasp… reservations was the whole selling point?” Extravaganza mused, Berry laughing in response, slapping her gut and inadvertently letting a fart slip out.
“Perks of owning the place. Even with the speed of ordering, tables are taken… pant… up pretty quickly. Now let's get moving, I’m starving!” Grasping at the controls, they began to file out in line, a smattering of congratulations and well wishes flitting past Bowstring, managing to wheeze out thanks in return. Trash crunched and buckled underneath their machines, though the immense power and weight of the vehicles could easily cope. They trundled through the quiet lobby, a lone cashier sitting behind the concession counter, waving limply. Her red coat was barely visible, gooey yellow cheese slathering much of her bloated complexion, pressing her face right up close to the dispenser. It was a little amusing, (or a bit exciting in Berry’s case) watching how utterly food obsessed Equestria had become, not caring as their endless consumerism and greed dominated their very lives. In Manehatten alone, there were around 200 '000 ponies, all were ensnared in a hopeless addiction, repercussions seemingly not on any ponies' minds.
Exiting through the automatic doors, the three were greeted with the familiar smell of the city, alongside the green and brown haze that settled around them. Whilst the inhabitants may have submitted themselves to a slobby, unkempt lifestyle, so too had the environment adjusted to meet these changes. The unceasing sound of flatulence echoed amongst the concrete and glass jungle, the constant emission of such gasses literally choking the very air itself and producing a thin, but utterly foul-smelling mist. Formed from a thousand thousand half-digested meals, the cloying odour was powerful enough to strip paint off the walls, having the unintentional side effect of cleaning off any graffiti left there.
At the same time, the area was devoid of any plant life. Trundling along the pavement, one could occasionally spot the odd flowerbed or window box, the flowers within either wilted or dying, choked by the toxic fog. Even so, the city continued to function as it alway had before, adapting to its residents wants and demands. Although Berry Pie’s food was in the greatest demand, that didn’t always mean it was convenient to access, especially with the distances sometimes associated. On every street, there were at least three or four different restaurants, the intoxicating smell of the cuisine wafting through the massive automatic doors, cutting through the flatulent fog. A good majority of them were filled to capacity, using cutlery, magic or hands to stuff themselves. Whatever they could manage, to fulfil the gluttonous beast that had taken over their lives.
Just passing by the eateries was enough to set the three mares guts into a furious series of growls. “Gosh… this gets louder and louder every day, I swear. I need to get something nice and filling…” Berry mused to noone in particular, patting the upper part of her gut and feeling the limited extent of her mobility. It was a feeling she had never grown accustomed to, the pleasure of how utterly encased she was in her blobby form driving her to grow herself bigger and larger. It was because of her hand and desires that the world had morphed into its current state, because she couldn’t be bothered to secure a normal shipment of sugar for the bakery. But that was far back in the skinnier past, one where Bowstring was only a few hundred pounds, rather than being a literal ton and a half of overblown flesh. If she had any regrets about the world she shaped, then they clearly weren’t keeping her up at night.
Fortunately for the baker-turned tycoon, a huge illuminated sign of her name shone through the haze, beaconing them towards the entrance. Whilst Berry had joked about reservations, it wasn’t hard to see why she’d reserved a spot. Every table was occupied, virtually every available space taken up by hundreds of immobile equines, all too busy stuffing their faces to notice how tightly they were pressed up against the ponies either side of them. All around them, a continuous cacophony of gluttony and slobbery incarnate barraged them, a continuous roar of chewing and swallowing, alongside a methane plant's worth of flatulence. And this was just the first floor, the group swerving and weaving their way towards a bank of elevators.
“Ganza, would you mind?” Berry panted, gesturing towards several large buttons on the wall. Using her magic, Extravaganza pressed the ‘four’ button at the top. The doors slid shut, the heavy duty cable taking up the slack. All three winced as the effect of gravity intensified, their breathing labouring just that little bit extra. Thankfully, the ride took only a few moments, the doors splaying wide to reveal the top floor. Compared to the ground floor, the crowding was lessened significantly, to the point at which Bowstring’s mind was drawn back to how restaurants used to be. Rather than every square inch of space being occupied, at most there was two or three to a table. Following Berry, they made their way towards the far corner, where the patrons had really thinned out.
By the corner window, there was an empty table, several signs dissuading others from using it. Cruising over, the three spread out, each taking an edge. Comfortable, Berry tapped a few buttons on her control pad, pausing as a faint dialtone buzzed in her ear. “It’s Berry. Yes, could you please… huff… send up somepony to take our orders? Thanks”. Tapping again, she ended the call. “There we go, that’ll make our lives a bit easier than… ffrrrbbttt… wading through that lot downstairs… not that I would mind being that close to all that blubber mind you… but I feel as though three successful ponies should… pant… have a night away from queuing.”
“Thank you, Berry. After all the campaigning I’ve been doing, I’ve certainly been… gasp… feeling a lot more successful as of late. So much so that I decided to have Cobalt do some… huff… talent scouting for me and bring a few new models into the fold.” Extravaganza smiled, Bowstring perking up.
“Oh, how’s Cobalt been? Not seen her in ages.”
“Doing quite alright for herself, no less savvy, still has a keen eye too. Whilst she was in Canterlot, she managed to find this wonderful mare, a graduate student if you can believe that. The young dear was going to help run her… phew… father’s business, which seemed like such a shame to confine such a confident, attractive young mare to a life like that. I hope you two don’t mind, but I… uuurrppp… invited her here to meet you in person.”
“I mean, if it’s only one pony, it couldn’t hurt, I guess?” Bow mused, Berry nodding in agreement. Looking back towards the crowd, they could see a pony weaving her way through the tables. A unicorn, if the keratinous spike pushing it’s way between the syrup brown mane was any indication, her body shape rather similar in shape to Bow’s own. Filling out an enormous seat, two utterly enormous flanks wobbled about, deformed by the sheer amount of cellulite and folds that turned each into a rough approximation of the moon's landscape, craters and all. What was most apparent about her appearance, however, was her breasts which were quite simply, vast. So large were they, the jiggly, milky mountains matched her belly pound for pound; so much so that the faint sloshing of milk could be heard over the crowd.
“Ah, Honey, there you are. I’d like to introduce you to two very special ponies, Berry Pie, and my very first model, Bowstring.” The younger mare confident grin faded, looking across at the pair ponies which both outweighed her. Fixing upon Bowstring, a flash of realisation crossed her visage, an excited squeal leaving her lips.
“Oh my gosh! Are you… are you really Bowstring.”
“In the flesh.”
“Oh wow! I can’t believe this, I’m actually… wheeze…meeting you and your… talking to me! Your first modelling show was such a massive inspiration for me and my bestie, you looked so… huff… unbelievably sexy on that stage and you inspired me to grow out my own sexy bod too!” She squeed, her excited geek out making Bowstring feel a strange mix of awkwardness and pride.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” she carefully responded, only drawing out an incomprehensible reply of thank yous. “Hey, just chill out a little. We’re just here to eat and… pant… cool off. Besides, I’m sure we’ll be working together on plenty of shoots in the future, you’ll have all the time in the world for this stuff.”
“Of course! It’s just that… this is just so big for me and…”
“...Honey? Dear, we can talk some more later. Care to have a bite to eat?”
“Oh, right! Heck yeah, I’m wasting away here, how else am I supposed… phew… to maintain such a wonderful body?”
“How true…” Berry smiled, a little devious smirk pinching the corner of her mouth. “Out of curiosity, what’s your favorite thing to eat?”
“Milkshakes, ice cream… anything creamy and fattening I just loooove them…” Honey drooled.
“Well, consider this as a token of friendship. How about unlimited dairy refills at any location, that sound good to you?” The only thing she got in response was a needy burble from Honey’s middle, the young mare’s mind filled with the prospect of chugging so much calorific lactate. Bowstring sat back, lounging into her pillowy mass, watching as a blue, short maned stallion in a restaurant uniform came over. She was content, she had wonderful friends, an amazing job, and she was sure she’d get on with this new pony like a house on fire. The only thing she didn’t have was a full belly, which would certainly be fixed in but a few moments time.
“May I take your orders?”