Chapter 1
Princess Twilight Sparkle touched down in Ponyville, just outside her crystal palace. She’d been away in Canterlot for a few weeks, and while she and her friends had been in constant contact, she’d still missed her home.
Flexing her wings to ease the ache that came from flying over such a distance, Twilight inhaled the clean, Ponyville air. I’ve missed this.
“Oh! Princess Twilight! Welcome home!”
Twilight spun around, turning to face the familiar voice of Discord. She’d seen him just before she’d left, something about him helping Pinkie with Sugarcube Corner while the Cakes were out of town, and he’d been as she’d always known him. Twilight was shocked into silence, however, when her brain finally registered how fat Discord had become in the weeks since she’d left.
Discord smiled widely, creating dimples in his cheeks. Somehow, he was standing upright, which Twilight wasn’t sure would be possible if he didn’t possess his powers. What had to be hundreds of pounds of flesh oozed from everywhere on Discord’s body. A thick, multi-rolled belly hung down to his legs. His limbs had bloated with flesh, wide and swollen so much that he shouldn’t have been able to bend the joints. But there he was, smiling and waving at her.
“Oh, hello Princess! It’s so good to see you back? How was Canterlot?”
Twilight’s mind spun. Was this a test? A joke? Judging from the grin and the glint in Discord’s eyes, she could only assume so. Standing a little straighter, Twilight met Discord’s gaze. She was in no mood to deal with his tricks, so she would ignore the obvious.
Twilight smiled, “It was good. All of the treaties have been signed, and relations with the other creatures have improved immensely.”
Discord stared at Twilight for a second, clearly still expecting a reaction. Then he shrugged, “Oh good! Did you manage to try the cupcakes Pinkie and I sent you and the Princesses?”
Twilight shook her head, “No. I left early. I was too excited to come back here.”
“Well, that won’t do!” Discord shook his head, his chins and jowls squishing together, “You need to try some. Everypony in town loves the new recipe Pinkie and I created! Mr. and Mrs. Cake will be so pleased when they come back!”
Twilight nodded, “I’m sure.”
Discord’s eyes narrowed, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go help Pinkie. I’m sure she’s busy helping our happy customers!” With a snap of his fingers, Discord teleported away.
Twilight sighed, shaking her head. Hopefully the Cakes had a business to come back to when they did return. Turning around so she could get home, and hopefully have a hot bath, Twilight ran into somepony. A very fat somepony. Twilight managed not to fall, but she was stunned at the impact.
Blinking, Twilight’s jaw dropped when she saw who she had run into.
Fluttershy had piled on the pounds while Twilight was away. Her once model-thin body was obliterated, disappeared under hundreds of pounds of fat that clung to Fluttershy’s body. Fluttershy’s stomach hung to her knees, her flanks were three times the width they’d been when Twilight had last seen her, her legs were thick and ill-used. Even her wings, so slender and graceful, were lost amidst pounds of flesh, as well as the rolls of fat that had collected on Fluttershy’s back.
“Fluttershy?” Twilight managed, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“Was that Discord I saw with you, Twilight? Did he give you any of his cupcakes? They’re the best thing ever, and I’m so hungry!”
Twilight blinked, a stray thought wondering if Fluttershy had been eating nothing but cupcakes while she’d been gone, “Erm. No, Fluttershy, he didn’t.”
“But he said he’d give you cupcakes!” Fluttershy didn’t sound...angry per say, just frustrated, “He told me he would. Where are you hiding them, Twilight, I promise I won’t eat them all.”
“Honestly, Fluttershy, I don’t have any. Look, no trays around me or anything. Wouldn’t have I dropped them when I ran into you?”
Fluttershy’s fat face puckered in disappointment, “Oh...I’m sorry, Twilight. It’s just I’m always so hungry, you know me.”
The Fluttershy Twilight remembered ate like a rabbit, not like the obese mare she was now.
“Well, if you don’t have any I need to get some from Discord,” With that, Fluttershy side-stepped Twilight, and started lumbering her way into town, wheezing and her stomach audibly gurgling as she did.
Twilight couldn’t help but watch Fluttershy walk away. Even her graceful walk was gone, replaced by an awkward, lumbering waddle that showed off how flabby Fluttershy had become.
Twilight eventually pulled herself from the shock, springing into the air and flying into Ponyville proper. Surely, Fluttershy and Discord were the only ones made fat. Discord because, well Discord was Discord and he liked to play jokes. Fluttershy because Pinkie had made her a taste-tester or something.
With several months hard work, Twilight and the other girls could help Fluttershy get rid of the excess pounds, surely-
Twilight landed in the town square, and saw what she hadn’t been able to from the sky: Discord and Fluttershy weren’t the only fat ones around town. Lots of ponies were what Twilight remembered, but a fair number had piled on the pounds.
“Twilight! You’re back!” Twilight twisted around at the sound of her name, and was immeasurably pleased that Starlight and Spike seemed normal.
Spike was perched on Starlight’s back, waving enthusiastically. Starlight beamed wide, clearly Twilight had been missed more than she’d thought.
“How was your time away, Twilight?” Starlight asked, “You didn’t say much in your letters-”
“No time for that, haven’t you guys realized that something’s wrong!?”
Starlight and Spike shared a curious look. “What are you talking about?” Spike asked flatly.
“Something is wrong! I’ve only been gone for a month and suddenly a lot of ponies are obese! This can’t be possible.”
“Who’s suddenly fat?”
“Fluttershy!? Haven’t you seen her today-”
“Twilight, Fluttershy has always been a bit on the heavier side. So maybe she’s packed on a few pounds since you left, what’s the big deal? She helps Discord and Pinkie out a lot. She still seems like she’s having fun.”
“Yeah, Twilight. Are you sure you’re not just tired?”
Twilight shook her head, “I got lots of sleep last night! I’m fine. We need to get to the bottom of this.”
Spike slid off of Starlight’s back, “Well Starlight has plans with Trixie. Why don’t I come with you.”
Twilight nodded, and Spike scrambled into his favourite spot on her back. His weight was reassuring.
“Thanks, Spike! I’ll...um I’ll talk to Trixie, see if she’s seen anything weird,” With that, Starlight was off. Teleported somewhere, likely.
Twilight sighed, deciding to take a walk around town as she did so. Things seemed mostly the same. By the time she and Spike had returned to the Town Square however, she realized something.
The town square was different, and she hadn’t been gone more than an hour or so.
Restaurants lined the sides of the square, and more ponies seemed fat. Ones that had been fat when she’d seen them last looked twice their weight. Twilight’s head was spinning.
One building hadn’t changed though. The Carrousel Boutique was still the same. Trotting inside, hoping that maybe she was just tired, Twilight was relieved to see Rarity was still the same as she’d always been.
“Oh, hello, Twilight! How was-”
“No time for that, right now! Rarity, have you noticed anything strange going on here?”
Rarity shook her head, setting down her sewing needle, “Not that I know of, darling. I’ve been busy. Lots of orders coming through now with Canterlot Carrousel and Rarity for You. Now, I’m headed to Sugarcube Corner for a break. Would you two like to come with me? My treat.”
“No thanks, Rarity.” Even though Twilight was hungry, she needed to get to the bottom of what was going on, “I’ll see you later.”
“Of course, darling. Stay as long as you like, I probably won’t be long if you’d like to chat after,” Rarity left, and Twilight stood for a moment, unsure of what to do.
“Twilight, are you okay?” Spike asked.
Twilight sighed, leaving the boutique, careful to shut the door behind her, “I’m not okay, Spike! Something is going on here, and I want to know-”
Twilight’s jaw dropped. Again, things have changed. Doors had expanded, benches had been widened and reinforced. The Sofa and Quill shop had turned into another restaurant, something like the fast food restaurants springing up in Canterlot judging from the grease smells.
Wandering the streets, staring at the new changes, Twilight began to realize some were happening before her eyes. One building shifted, growing outward. Looking through the glass windows, Twilight could see the restaurant was full of obese patrons. Clearly, the old size wouldn’t fit that many ponies inside.
But no one seemed to notice, not even Spike. Not even after she pointed out the changes. “It’s always been like that, Twilight.”
Still hungry, Twilight’s hooves eventually carried her towards Sugarcube Corner. It hadn’t escaped the changes either, looking twice the size Twilight remembered.
“Oh, hey Twilight!” Twilight turned, relieved to see Rainbow Dash unchanged.
Then her eyes recognized the cart Rainbow was pulling had a pony in it. Not just anypony, it was Fluttershy. Fluttershy, who had been mobile less than two hours ago, had once again ballooned.
The yellow pegasus was now resting in a gargantuan wooden cart, clearly immobilized by her fat. Her front hooves were visible, but just barely. Sleeves of fat hung from her joints, threatening to cover her hard hooves with the fat. Her wings weren’t visible either, buried deep in the fat of her back. She looked almost like an overfull breadpan, oozing over the tops and sides of the cart.
She looked jovial to see Twilight, though, “Hello, Twilight! I’m glad you could join us at Sugarcube Corner after all.”
“Oh, Twilight you changed your mind!?” Twilight turned to the door of Sugarcube Corner, and her jaw dropped again.
Rarity, who she’d seen minutes before, was now half as fat as Fluttershy had been when Twilight had first seen her. Rarity made her way down a ramp (the stairs to Sugarcube corner were gone now), with a dozen boxes floating in her magical grip.
“Here you are, girls! Just like I promised!” Rarity levitated two of the boxes to Fluttershy, and one to Rainbow, “Can Spike have some, Twilight? He must be famished!”
Twilight nodded, the words not really registering. A box rested in Spike’s geedy paws.
“How about you, Twilight? You must be hungry from your flight over.”
Twilight shook her head, still trying to process what she was seeing. A constant stream of what is going on?! Was circling around Twilight’s brain, and she still couldn't process what she was seeing.
Rarity opened one of the boxes she still had, and Twilight spotted cupcakes inside. 13 to be precise. They looked like Pinkie’s cupcakes, except the frosting was made of different amalgamations of colours and sprinkles. Clearly that was due to Discord’s influence.
Almost in unison, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Rainbow snatched cupcakes from their boxes and started eating. The changes were instantaneous, and Twilight couldn’t get any words out of her mouth from the shock.
Fluttershy’s body expanded to where Twilight though the cart would break. Like magic, the cart changed to metal of some kind, and seemed significantly larger. A shelf appeared near Fluttershy’s face, where the boxes of cupcakes rested. Fluttershy’s hooves disappeared under the mountain of fat they were now buried in. Her legs no longer looked like legs, resembling fluffy pillows more.
Rarity had exploded in weight as well. Clearly, she was close to immobility but not quite there, as she was standing on her own hooves. Her magical aura was wrapped around her expansive stomach, lifting it from the ground by about an inch. Clearly, this was why Rarity wasn’t in a cart yet.
Rainbow’s body had lost all of it’s muscular definition, inflating with fat. She looked much like Rarity had before the cupcake had disappeared into her mouth.
Mouth agape, Twilight was silent as Rarity spoke.
“I see why you went into a new cart already, Fluttershy. This one is so sleek and stylish. I’m still trying to find one. I know this spell won’t keep me mobile for long now, not at all. What do you think, dear, should I get one like yours? I know it’ll be too big for me, but I know your’s is very sturdy. I’m surprised it hasn’t broken on your yet!”
Fluttershy seemed too intent on getting a cupcake off her shelf, it was too low for her to just reach out and snatch it with her mouth. As such, she was using what was clearly the extent of her mobility to try to lean down enough so she would reach. She didn’t reply. Twilight wasn’t even sure Fluttershy had really heard Rarity.
Suddenly, Twilight felt as if someone had placed a mountain on top of her back. Her legs buckled, and it was only her quick reflexes that allowed her to teleport out from under Spike before she hit the ground.
Panting, hurting from the sudden weight increase, Twilight sees that Spike has begun to dig into the cupcakes with gusto, not even pausing in his consumption. Before her eyes, his weight explodes as well. Until he is in some mechanical scooter, chewing the last of the cupcakes thoughtfully. Clearly immobile, Twilight is certain she won’t be able to carry him on her back again.
Darting past Rarity, Twilight entered Sugarcube corner. Angry, and scared, she ran to the counter, uncaring that she had cut in front of 20+ ponies. All of them were in the throes of obesity, just at different stages.
Pinkie was behind the counter, so fat that she was taking up all of the space between the counter and the back wall. Her immobility hadn’t dimmed her personality, though, and she beamed when she saw Twilight.
“Twilight! ...Did you...come for...cupcakes?”
Twilight realized Pinkie’s weight was so huge that she was clearly having some difficulties speaking. Which honestly shouldn’t have surprised her, not with how big Pinkie had gotten.
“No, Pinkie! I’m here to talk to Discord!”
“You sure?”
“Yes, thank you Pinkie!”
“Discord...Twilight...wants to...see you!” The second the last syllable left Pinkie’s bloated lips, Twilight felt Discord’s magic wrap around her and teleport her.
Twilight looked around. She was in Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen. It was massive, with at least a dozen ovens all baking at the same time. Trays of cooling cupcakes and other goodies were everywhere.
As she watched a baked tray of cupcakes slid out of the oven, and a waiting batch of uncooked ones slid into the awaiting oven.
Her gaze was finally drawn to the middle of the room, where Discord sat. He was easily double or triple his size from before, now clearly more than immobile. He caught sight of her and smiled again, “Ah, Twilight! Would you like a cupcake? They’re still warm.”
“No, Discord I don’t want a cupcake!” Twilight shouted, “Tell me what is Celestia’s name is going on here!?”
“What, you don’t like what I’ve done with the place?! It was the only thing to do to keep up with demand.”
“Discord, that’s not what I meant and you know it! Tell me what is going on? What’s with these cupcakes?”
“They’re a new recipe Pinkie and I made, that’s all. We just added a touch of chaos magic, and I think they’ve turned out wonderfully. Don’t you?”
A little pop, and a cupcake appeared in front of Discord. He ate it happily, and his flesh oozed across the floor several inches outward.
“Don’t you see what you’re doing to ponies? To yourself?”
“I’m making them happy, my dear,” With obvious effort, Discord lifted his lion paw and snapped.
In the blink of an eye, the pair appeared in the seating area of Sugarcube Corner. They didn’t appear visible to anypony else, but they could see the goings on. Massive ponies sat at massive booths, eating a wide variety of baked goods, drinking milkshakes, and chatting happily. Not one frown could be spotted.
“They all seem happy, don’t they? And look at Pinkie, I’ve never seen her this happy before. She may be immobile but she sees everyone she loves everyday. Isn’t that just precious?”
Another snap, and they appeared in the town square again.
The scene was mostly the same. Ponies were driving their own electric carts, or were being pulled by mobile ponies. Even the cart-pullers seemed happy, chatting with the ponies they were pulling. Some were waddling around, others eating. Everypony seemed happy.
Another snap, and the scene wildly changed. They were in the palace, where Celestia and Luna were devouring cupcakes by the dozens, countless boxes near their bloating frames. They seemed pleased, moaning and talking about how lovely the cupcakes were as they went. All the while, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the palace was shifting in decor and functionality around them.
“The others are happy too you know.”
Snap! Spike was a ball of fat, outgrowing his earlier cart and sitting happily in one that offered more room. He was chatting happily to Rarity who was now in a steel like Fluttershy’s meta one, overflowing it a little. She was using her magic to eat, and they seemed deep in a discussion.
Snap! Rainbow was seated on a bench, happily munching away at what appeared to be several fast food meals at once. She was wide enough to take enough room on her bench as six of her could have when she’d been thin. She was humming to herself, apparently immensely pleased with herself.
Snap! They were teleported into Fluttershy’s cottage, where she lay on the floor, taking up most of the room. Clearly, she was too big for carts. She was hooked to a machine that was feeding her, while someone behind her that Twilight couldn’t see was talking. Twilight realized that the fat of Fluttershy’s face had finally covered most of her eyes, making her squint in between her sagging forehead fat and encroaching cheek fat.
Another snap, and they’re back in Sugarcube Corner’s kitchen. There, in front of Twilight, is a floating cupcake. Looking perfectly good, smelling amazing, and just being there.
“It’s yours if you want it, princess. Don’t you want to be happy, just like your friends?”
Twilight sighed, shutting her eyes. All of her friends had been very happy. And the cupcaked did look good. I’ll just have one if nothing else.
Twilight took the cupcake from Discord, and popped it into her mouth.
Weeks (or was it months?) later, Twilight lay in her throne room, happily munching on an endless stream of cupcakes that appeared whenever she finished the last one. Each one was better than the last, and Twilight didn’t even mind that she hadn’t been able to move under her own power for a long time.
Twilight was a blob, for lack of a better word. Her stomach was like a mattress, spreading out all around her for several feet before it stopped. Her hooves and wings were buried, all lost amidst her plentiful rolls of fat. Twilight could still see, and could still talk, but why would she?
Her friends were all here, in her massive throne room. All of them like her: fat, happy, and eating. They talked sometimes, but the cupcakes were really what they wanted.
Twilight was too lost in bliss to realize when she’d eaten enough for her flanks to press into the wall behind her. When her stomach finally cried for a rest, Twilight obliged, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
Today was a good day.