“Let me guess, it happened to all of you again?” an irate grumble left Twilight’s lips, pinching the bridge of her snout, all the while trying to ignore the slight jostle of her fore-leg fat. It was a rhetorical question, of course. She could see all her friends perfectly from where she stood, even if some of them were hidden behind each other's bulk. The discordant smattering of affirmatives too was unnecessary, looking at the general heftiness that had blanketed all of them. Still, it didn’t stop Twilight from letting out a weary sigh, her chest flab bobbing and bouncing, her nearly 200-pound body jiggling.
It started almost a week ago, sometime in the dead of night. When the populous awoke, they found themselves feeling strange. A curious weight had materialised, and after staring in mirrors and asking their friends and families, creatures from around Equestria could see that they’d gained weight. Not just a pound or two, but around twenty. Ponies or Griffons, males, or females, young or old. It didn’t matter who or what you were, the weight found its way onto everycreature. For some creatures like the Yaks or the older dragons, such weight was rather trivial, but for most, its presence was apparent.
Confusion and panic spread quickly, questions flying back and forth about how or why this was happening. And despite these queries, nothing could seemingly be done. These questions piled on further as the next day rolled around. Just like the morning before, around twenty pounds of pure blubber had been added to their frames. Creatures were gaining at an astounding rate, their bodies swelling outwards as layer upon layer of soft, jiggly fat materialised out of nowhere. Another twenty pounds were added every day, and everyone got all the fatter from it.
With a tilt of her head, the Mane 6 made their way over to the cutie map, sitting on their chairs. Normally, they would easily fit into them. However, their enlarger plots, thighs, and rolls were making them a little too snug for comfort. “Thank goodness these are made from crystal; every other seat insists on reminding me about my weight.” Rarity broke the silence, relaxing into the soft cushioning and feeling her bouncy plot squish into the material. A definite sink for most of her gains, her butt had expanded greatly, distorting the straight lines of her cutie mark as it stretched out.
“Totally. I keep having to reshape my stupid bed every morning.” Rainbow grumbled, flexing her wings as she prepared to leap into the seat, before thinking better of it and just clambering on instead. “I might need to get a densely packed cloudbed if I keep gaining all this useless flab.” Emphasising this, she pressed a hoof to her burgeoning gut. Laid out in front of her, it rested slightly between her legs. It was still ovoid, the peripheries deforming around her gaskin. “Bah! This dumb fat won’t budge, no matter what I do!”
“T’aint that the truth Dash.” Applejack agreed, lifting her hat and wiping the sweat from her brow. Unlike Rainbow's round gut, Applejacks had begun to divide into a pair of rolls on either side of her belly button. Replacing the battered brown Stetson, her bingo wings jiggled softly, squashing against her developing chest blubber. “I’ve been doing more applebucking and jobs about the farm than I think I’ve done in a real long while. And wouldn’t ya know it, I’ve gotten just as fat as everypony else. Dang it sugar cube, I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, could you please not talk about sugar, if you mind that is…” Fluttershy added meekly, tapping her hooves together. Compared to the AJ and Rainbow, it appeared that most of her gains had focused on her hindquarters. Her normally small bottom had taken a good amount of pudge, each cheek inflating into a pair of ovular masses. Her thighs too had taken a good brunt of adipose, creating neat pillars for her butt to rest upon. “I’ve been trying to keep to a diet with no sugar or bread… just some small salads, but…” She didn’t finish, sweeping her hooves over her body giving a clear indication of the results of her diet.
“What! No way! You can’t just give up on sugar like that! It's not sugar’s fault we’re all becoming chunky funky.” Pinkie piped up, gesturing a hoof at Fluttershy, causing the shy mare to shrink slightly. Pinkie's weight was more evenly distributed than the other, her whole body becoming soft and chunky as rolls swelled forth. “I’ve still been eating cakes and pastries, less than I normally do too. And wouldn’t ya know it, I’m getting all wobbly bobbly like all of you girls.” She finished, squeezing, and squashing her gut, a few grumbles and blorps emanating from the gelatinous pink mound.
They sat there for a moment, unsure of what else to say, looking at one another. The silence was broken by a door opening, the sound of hard scales and claws impacting on crystal echoing about. This was undercut by a heavy sloshing noise and slight slaps of flesh on flesh. Craning over the edge of her chair, Rainbow watched as Spike entered. Like everyone else, he’d been struck by the same affliction. Unfortunately, given his much shorter stature, those 100 odd pounds he’d gained had already turned the mildly chubby dragon into quite the butterball.
His walk had deteriorated into a waddle, his once slight paunch having developed into a great green slab of a belly that bobbed about, smacking into his chunky thighs. His love handles similarly gyrated as he shifted his weight back and forth, the motion traveling up his form. His chest had thickened in a chunky pair of moobs, his arms too creating concentric clumps of lard that sagged onto one another. His face puffed up, giving his already round head a puffy set of cheeks and a doughy neck. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling as he took deep breaths, unaccustomed to carrying such bulk. His tail was far rounder too, slight rolls forming between each scale giving it a far more conical appearance.
Panting his way to his chair, the girls noticed he was clutching something in his hand. Standing next to the table, he held the brown scroll up high, the familiar red ribbon and goldenseal shining. “Huff… pant… something for you… Twi.” He gasped, the rolled paper leaving his claw as Twilight’s magic took hold, whisking it over in a jiffy. The doughy dragon took this moment to sit down, his smaller seat having difficulty accommodating him. Forcing his purple cheeks into the inflexible material, his love handles pressed against the sides too. Leaning back as he took the weight off his feet, Twilight broke the seal and started to read aloud.
“Dear Twilight
As you are aware, Equestria is currently facing a crisis like no other. No one, myself included, has been spared from this insidious affliction. Whilst I would love to give you a solution or help guide you towards a way to resolve the spell, neither I nor my sister can help. Liaising with the professors and research students at my school, we have been unable to come to any solution, outside of identifying that this is the result of some ancient, wild magic.
I will update you once we’ve made more progress. Again, I apologise that I can offer nothing more than my words, and hope that somepony can eventually unravel this mystery.
Your fellow Princess and forever friend
Celestia”
As Twilight read further and further through the letter, her shoulders sagged further and further. Her already sour mood worsened, her muzzle pulled into a glower as she studied the words, hoping there was some hidden meaning to them all. Alas, the scroll continued to show bad news, regardless of how much she turned the paper around. Sighing as it fell from her hooves, as she slumped into her chair, lips twitching as her gut sloshed about.
“So… what are we going to do?” Rarity spoke, levitating the letter over and rereading it through. Her scanning was cut short by the sharp clack of hoof on crystal, causing most of the table to sit bolt upright.
“I tell you what we’re not going to do, let this dumb fat rule our lives!” Rainbow shouted, hopping off her seat, flapping her wings, and hovering over the others. “We can’t just sit around and mope about how nothing is working! We’ve dealt with all kinds of problems before, and we haven’t failed yet.” Most of the gathered creatures perked up, though a few still looked unconvinced.
“But Rainbow, you heard what Celestia said. This is ancient magic we’re dealing with, something incredibly powerful if it affects everypony. It's not something we can just brush off or imprison like some other villain. It's impos…”
“Don’t say it’s impossible! We’re the most awesome ponies in Equestria. If anyone can solve this, it’s us!”
“She’s right sugar. We could spend all day hollerin’’ and bawlin’ about… all this flab. But we can keep trying things to see if anything changes. Heck, if this is magical, I’m sure there is some spellbook somewhere that could help us out. Be it here, or over yonder, there’ll be somethin’ to help sort this mess out.”
“You… you sure, Applejack?” Twilight responded, blinking her watery eyes.
“Would ah every lie to you Twilight? I’m as sure as my flank is big, and let me tell ya, this caboose ain’t small ah tell ya.” She smiled, reaching around, and landing a powerful smack into her gelatinous orange hindquarters. “Besides us, you’ve still got everypony else looking to find a fix for all this. We’ll get this sorted, one way or another.”
“Alright! Now that Twilight is no longer all mopey and stuff, would you guys like a cupcake!” While everyone had been distracted with Rainbow and AJ’s pep talks, Pinkie had slipped out of her seat, taking the opportunity to spring up beside Twilight. Somehow, doubling the party ponies' weight had done little to stop her randomness, a fact made more apparent as she pulled a plate out of hammerspace; filled with the hoof-sized delights.
“Pinkie! We just discussed diets, and you’re already dishing out sweets?” Twilight exclaimed, her eyes dilating as the plate was wafted under her nose, filling her nostrils with the familiar sweet smell. Try as she might, her nearly empty stomach didn’t quite agree with her brain, letting out a needy growl that tinted her cheeks bright red. “Then again, they do look really good, and I’m starving from this diet… maybe just one would be fine?”
“Yeah, why the hay not, what damage can one cupcake more do to my already fat ass?” Rainbow smiled, landing and grabbing one covered in yellow icing, subconsciously wiping sweat from her head.”
“You got that right. I don’t see that blubber butt fitting in your Wonderbolts kit anymore.” Applejack guffawed, grabbing a cake for herself. A small bubble of laughter rose, Rainbow’s cheeks flushed red. One by one, all seven friends grabbed a cupcake or two, the dour mood from minutes ago lifting. As Twilight took a bite, the gooey icing, and spongy cake filling her maw, many of her doubts had been lifted, just enjoying the atmosphere with her friends. After all, with the number of creatures working on the problem, it was only a matter of time before everything was sorted out.
Finishing her cupcake, she let out a small burp, before reaching out and grabbing another.
Twilight sighed as she eased herself onto the bench, the burdensome weight finally being eased from her hooves. Wreathing her horn in a magenta aura, she lifted the saddlebags from around her waist, a dull thunk emanating as contents inside thumped against the sturdy wood. Lifting the flap, she extracted several heavy, worn books, the majority of which had been lifted from Castle in the Everfree.
Figuring that older books might hold the answer, she’d made the trip through the forest. On the way, she’d stopped at Zecora’s for a pleasant chat. Much like everyone else, the Zebra hadn’t been spared from the spell. Her stripes had been well and truly stretched as her body ballooned outwards. Great slabs of black and white fat hung from every inch of her body, as her physique seemed to meld together. Her leg and hoof jewellery had vanished, replaced by a pillow-like neck roll and ham-sized forearms. The only pieces remaining were her earrings, occasionally bumping in her jowls and neck.
Through the zebra’s rhymes, Twilight discovered that Zecora’s own research had been fruitless. Dismayed, but motivated to continue her research, Twilight said her goodbyes and watched as the zebra tried to squash her oversized booty back through the door. Since then, the alicorn's gains had only continued. Laying on her side, Twilight could feel her belly splay out to the side like a bean bag. A thick set of love handles connected to the two rolls that divided her gut in two, sloshing as she attempted to get into a comfortable position.
Over a week had passed since her friends had their little pep talk, and every day that’d passed was evident on her body. Tipping the scales at a little over 350 pounds was a shock to her system to be sure, the straining groan of the mechanism ringing through her ears. This was especially ingrained as she attempted to shower; an awkward dance of flesh and water as she attempted to manoeuvre to clean the abundance of flesh she sported. Though, she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit the feeling of her wet, soapy body pressing against the glass didn’t feel nice…
“No! That wasn’t nice, being this fat isn’t nice…” She reprimanded herself, shaking her head before burying her muzzle into the nearest tome, the aged smell helping to overpower the one emanating from the nearby burger stand; The one which had a distressingly large queue filled with equally large customers. She snorted, continuing to pour over spells and incantations only known to a scant few others. After all, she was a Princess of Equestria. She couldn’t just pig out and set a bad example.
She gulped, watching as a dark blue stallion walked past her. The intoxicating smell of deep-fried hay drew a rumble from her core, worsened by the sight of a chilled milkshake bobbing in his magic, thick rivulets of condensation rolling down its side. “Well… maybe I could grab something whilst I work, I have been working pretty hard on this I guess…” Easing herself to her hooves, her legs were pressed apart by the mound of belly reaching around her knees. Making her way to the back of the line, she licked her lips, her mind filled with thoughts of delicious, greasy, fattening foods.
Really, what was one cheat day going to do to her figure?
“Rarity… can you please hurry it up? I’ve got to get some training in and burn all this blubber away.” A complaining grumble, almost bordering on a whine left Rainbow’s mouth as she stood atop the podium inside Carousel Boutique. A few drops of sweat dribbled from her head, her forehead ceasing in annoyance. Standing in the centre of the podium, Rainbow almost filled it, leaving just a few inches on either side.
“Just a few seconds more darling, I just need to make sure I’ve got the right fit.” Rarity replied, her voice mumbled as she held a few pins between her lips, using her magic to take out another and push it between two pieces of fabric composing the sleek bodysuit.
“Why do you have to be this precise? Isn’t this going to be stretchy and stuff? Who cares if it’s off by a little bit if I’m going to be bigger tomorrow?” She snorted, flexing her wings, and feeling the slight coating of fat on them slosh. The feeling alone sent a jolt of annoyance swimming through her mind, as their new size made the already difficult task of flying with around 250 extra pounds far trickier.
“Even so, it never pays to be sloppy. If I get everything right, then that'll last you for a good while, provided we stop getting so… so…”
“Fat? Come on, it’s not like you're the only pony with a weight problem, have you looked out the window lately?”
“Well, yes darling, I do have eyes. I was rather attached to my old shape, even if this new one has kept plenty of the curves I did have. Regardless, working on larger frames has given me a good idea of how to work on far larger sizes. You never know, the solution may just keep us at one size, and I’d like to have some experience working with a larger frame… There! That should do it!” Smiling, she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
The suit was designed to be as close to a Wonderbolt flight suit as possible, though the head covering had been removed, only fitting up to the neck. Even so, the end was impossible to see from the roll of neck fat the blanketed over the top. Much of the issue with fitting had come from Rainbow’s desire for the suit to be as close as possible to the original, even if it meant it was skin-tight. Every roll and fold of her obese body was highlighted for the world to see. Each slight crease, dimple, and bulge that swaddled her frame was as plain as day.
“Great, so… can I take it off now?” Rainbow asked, a hint of exasperation clear in her tone.
“Yes, I think everything is set. Now, let me just help you there.” Carefully, she unzipped it, magic tugging at the concealed zipped along the back. With a few tugs, the backing was opened, fabric forced apart as the compressed blubber spilled forth. Likewise, as Rarity carefully peeled it off, Rainbow’s body surged outwards, her soft flesh springing out. It was like watching waves on the ocean, the malleable flesh bobbing about.
Shuffling her hooves, she was able to free her legs, unsteadily dropping down from the podium. “There, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Rarity tittered, laying it out flat.
“How long before it’s ready?”
“Oh, it shouldn't be more than 2 hours or so. Even with the amount of stitching needed, it won’t take all that long.”
“Cool, cool. I’ll catch you in a while.” Waddling over to the door, she pushed it open, the slight groan of the hinges accompanied by the tinkle of the doorbell. Walking through, she tried to ignore the fact that her flanks were just shy of grazing the frame, failing miserably as she turned slightly and smashed her right cheek into the wood. Glancing around, nopony had noticed her blunder. Rarity was far too engrossed in her sewing to notice, as well as beginning to work her way through a small carton of ice cream, a spoon hovering delicately by her mouth.
Rolling her eyes, Rainbow set off into Ponyville. It was a little before midday, the sun creeping high in the sky. The streets were bustling as Ponies went about their day, working, shopping, or playing. At first glance, everything seemed as it had done two weeks ago. But looking past the surface, Rainbow could see how much the town was falling into the clutches of gluttony.
The amount of ponies overeating was alarming, ponies scarfing down utterly huge portions with little care. Rainbow could see Derpy Hooves sitting on a bench. Her doughy grey gut oozed between her thighs, acting as a table for the box of assorted muffins. With an expert turn of her hoof, the wall-eyed pegasus de-cupped another, passing by her crumb speckled jowls and into her maw. Chewing slowly, she sat inert, watching the crowds go by, and offering a wave when she noticed Rainbow.
Suppressing a wince as she reciprocated, Rainbow trotted past the market, a blush alighting her cheeks as she bumped into pony after pony. It was just so embarrassing, feeling her body squashing against somepony else's flab. But it also felt nice… to a certain degree. It certainly beat getting stuck in furniture, that was for sure. Her cheeks turned yet further crimson as Vinyl Scratch pressed her butt into Rainbow’s side, the DJ’s immense caboose like a pair of warm, heavy pillows against her bingo wing and belly. She was almost tempted to lean back in and feel the chunky buns again; the weight of such an action came crashing down upon her.
“Stupid… why the hay would I do that.” She mumbled, taking far greater care to weave through the crowd, making her way towards the outskirts of town. Soon, the smooth cobbles gave way, breaking down to rough stones, then becoming little more than gravel and dirt. White fences sprang up, as rows upon rows of trees began to line either side of the path. Moving through, she could hear a familiar dull thump, followed by the loud impact of several pounds of fresh apples.
Clambering over the fence, wincing at the strained groan it produced, she weaved her way between the trees. Most had been picked clean of produce, only a few here and there having their branches heavy with big juicy apples. Descending deeper into the orchard, Rainbow finally caught sight of the source of the noise. Squaring up towards a tree, Rainbow watched as Applejack coiled up, slamming her hooves into the base of a tree. It shook violently, followed swiftly by a downpour of the ripe fruits. Whether by practice, some Apple family technique, or simply just a quirk of Earth Pony magic, the apples fell perfectly into the bushels surrounding the trunk.
Running a hoof across her brow, Applejack cleaned her forehead, taking her hat off and fanning herself with it. The instant she replaced it, her hoof then dived into the nearest bushel, retrieving one of the glossy red fruits. Without hesitation she bit in, golden coloured juice seeping forth from the single bite. Fat droplets dribbled from her mouth, splashing across her cheeks, and flowing down her chins like a tart waterfall. Her fattened cheeks and jowls bobbed and wobbled as she chewed her way through the mouthful, refilling her mouth the instant she swallowed. Rainbow was stunned, watching the sweat, mud, and juice-spattered farm pony working her way through the apple like a machine.
Even the core wasn’t safe from Applejack, biting the bottom off and shaking the seeds loose, before pulling off the last bit from the top, leaving only the stem remaining. A low, rumbling belch came forth seconds later, rippling the mare's lips and sending flecks of apple juice forward. Pressing a hoof to her roll-covered belly, she slowly caressed the great orange blob, inadvertently leaving bits of mud and juice spotted along its burgeoning swell. She was just reaching out for another when she caught sight of a flash of blue from out of the corner of her eye. “Really, AJ? You’re eating whilst you're working?”
“H...hey now, this ain’t what it looks like…”
“Uuhuh, I guess stuffing your face with apples whilst you’re on a diet isn’t exactly what it looks like.” Rainbow smugly said, looking around, spotting a few partially eaten cores here and there. “You’re not supposed to be overeating on a diet.”
“Ah know that Dash. Just that I’m feeling mighty hungry all the darn time. Why don’t you try bucking in this weather whilst being as big as a cow? It's hard work.” She snorted, wiping away some of the juice. “‘Sides, it ‘ain't like I’m stuffing myself full of hayburgers or somethin’, apples are good for you.”
Rainbow tapped her chin, trying hard to ignore how her hoof pressed into the cascade of face flab. “Uuh, I guess you’re right. There is that saying about apples and doctors…” She trailed off, a low grumble emanating from her belly.
“Still sticking to that diet, huh?”
“Yeah, and it’s getting suckier every day. I’m getting real tired from hauling all this useless blubber around, and it’s not like going through town is helping either. It’s like every other pony is stuffing their face with greasy, fatty, delicious food… I uhh, I mean disgusting food, yeah.” She nervously finished, rubbing the back of her head.
Applejack smiled, grabbing another apple from the bushel, before throwing it lightly towards the pegasus. Despite all the weight pulling on her, Rainbow easily caught the fruit. “Look, if you're feeling that hungry, it ain’t no wonder why you're getting so distracted by all that food. If you’re going to be eating as little as possible, just have something light. Apples are healthy after all.”
Rainbow looked back to the fruit resting in her hoof. The bright red, unblemished exterior shone as she turned it over, looking for the best angle to take a bite. Another needy rumble rippled through her drooping gut, her teeth tearing into the crisp exterior of the apple only moments later. She practically moaned as the sweet juice bubbled out of the fresh pulp, letting the taste wash over her taste buds. All sense of manners were gone as she worked her way over it, tearing through more and more by the second and consecrating more of its mass to her underfed belly.
Before she could stop, all that was left in her hoof was a rough core. A hefty belch left her lips, the sweet scent of apple heavy on her breath. “Hoo wee, you weren’t lying about being hungry, you want a second one?”
Rainbow down, gently squeezing and playing with her belly. She felt pretty good from that first one, filling the hole left by her near nonexistent breakfast. Then again, she didn’t feel that full either. “Sure, toss another one over. Besides, it's just an apple, isn’t like I’m eating cake or anything.”
“Here, Fluttershy, try this!”
“N...No thanks Pinkie, I've had enoughmmmpphh!!!” She mumbled; her mouth crammed full of cake. Much of her face had been splattered with copious amounts of crumbs and icing, leaving a partial multi-colored face mask. Her heavy jowls jostled as she sluggishly chewed the massive wedge of cake, lightly smacking into her burgeoning chest flab. She sat heavily on the floor, her immense pair of plot cheeks spreading out, cutie marks criss-crossed by an increasing number of creases and slight dimples. For whatever reason, more and more blubber seemed to be clinging to her rear end. Doors were becoming an ever-increasing problem, as were any tight situations, leading to those globular mounds often turning into improvised wrecking balls. Even her long tail was looking smaller each day, the great length of hair often getting submerged between her immense ass-crack.
Fluttershy’s belly was far smaller in comparison but was still big and heavy enough to pool on her doughy, watermelon-wide thighs. It was taut, opposed to its normally gelatinous state, owing to the several dozen pastries and desserts that sat inside. Gulping heavily, she fell onto her back, head leaning against one of the pillars inside Sugarcube Corner. The impact alone sent the room shaking, the floorboards creaking from the sudden impact. She tried to belch to relieve the great pressure inside her, coaxing up only a cute little burp instead, mumbling quietly. “Uuurrpp… please… Pinkie… ugghhh… n...no mor…
“More? Sure thing Fluttershy! It was great that you agreed to come over and help test my new treats out, you’ve been such a great help.” The pegasus let out a slight mumble of annoyance, caressing her belly as it growled, gurgled, and blorped, creating a veritable orchestra of sound. She was deeply regretted telling Pinkie that she was free yesterday, though it was quite difficult when Pinkie was practically begging her to come over; she couldn’t exactly say no to the puppy dog eyes she’d been given.
Her host, however, didn’t notice the mare's grumblings one bit, as she pulled another tray from the oven. Even coated in all that fat, Pinkie was still just as spry and energetic. Her body maintained its even distribution of weight, giving her the appearance of a puffy pink marshmallow. Every inch of her form wobbled and undulated, great rolls sagging from her sides that created bulbous love handles. She expertly constructed the next cake, making sure to gobble up all the offcuts left on the cooling rack. Fluttershy watched in curiosity as Pinkie grabbed an icing bag, squeezing a good dollop of the glossy white mixture into her mouth, then used the rest to ice the cake.
“Pinkie… why… why are you making all these cakes? I mean, these are nice, but why so many?” Fluttershy mumbled, pushing herself back into a sitting position.
“Ponies want more and more food now! The bigger demand means that I need to test out more recipes just in case they want to order that thing. So, I needed a taste tester to make sure everything is as good as it can be.”
“But… the diet, all this weight isn’t going to go away by eating all this sugarruurrpp!” she belched, her already rosy cheeks darkening that little bit more.
“I know. But whatever we do does nothing.” Pinkie said, her voice sounding a little glummer. “I tried to diet and exercise all this flub away, but nothing worked… so I started listening to my tummy instead, it gets really happy when I fill it full of treats… and why would I make anything unhappy?” Pinkie’s dour demeanour shifted, wrapping her legs around her belly, hugging herself.
“Oof… uurrpp… oooohh, all these calories are going to stick to my thighs, aren’t they?”
“I bet, not like it’ll be a bad thing or anything. I think you look nice with all that extra chub.” Pinkie smiled warmly, disgorging a carrot cake onto a plate and grabbing another bowl of icing. Fluttershy didn’t say a word, processing what Pinkie just said. Her already burning cheeks just seemed to get that one shade darker.
“W...what do you mean Pinkie?”
“Exactly what IIIIII just said! I think you look cute with that flab. And besides, once they've made a fix for the curse, all that extra weight will come off in a jiffy! Either slim or supersized, I think you look fine either way” Pinkie waddled over to Fluttershy’s side, sitting down beside her. Fluttershy let out a small squeak as she felt her friend's weight against her, the party mare’s chunky forelegs wrapping around her back and middle. “Even for somepony as shy as you, I know you like a hug now and then.”
Surrounded by a great softness, much of her front and side was covered by Pinkie’s mass. Their rolls mingled together, a great collage of pink and yellow jostling and fighting for space as their fat wobbled in unison. It was strange but very comfortable. The only thing Fluttershy could compare would be when she hugged Harry the Bear, but… he was a bear. Pinkie was far softer, and far squishier than he was, her hooves slowly wrapping around Pinkie’s back. One of Pinkie's hooves was laid upon Fluttershy’s tummy, gently stroking circles into the hard, yet still pliable mass, a moan bubbling from deep in her throat.
Comforted by one of her best friends, with her belly full of delicious treats, her stresses and fears seemed to melt away like butter in a pan. What difference would a few pounds be on top of her already huge weight? Not much, she assured herself, her hooves slipping between one of Pinkie’s back rolls. Thick, doughy, and warm, she could feel herself begin to drift off, interrupted by a sudden lick to her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, a small giggle working its way up as Pinkie helped to remove some of the larger stains on her face.
“P...pinkie, please… that's ticklish!”.
“Well, maybe if you weren’t so messy, I wouldn’t have to, Blubbershy…” Pinkie giggled, Fluttershy joining in moments later. Giving a small rub to Fluttershy’s stuffed gut, she pulled away, springing back to the oven and pulling out a tray of brownies. “Oooh… they look soooooo gooey… if only I had a pegasus around here to eat some of this up…”
Fluttershy glanced down towards her belly, squishing it between her hooves. A portion of softness had returned, Pinkie’s ministering having helped her digest the mass of sweets. From the sheer amount she’d already eaten, she just knew that the scale was going to be shooting up far more than just 20 pounds tomorrow. A wide, content smile spread across her doughy visage. “I think I know of one… Pudgy Pie. I… She certainly wouldn’t mind it if she ate them with a friend either.”
The pair smiled at one another; their faces soon buried into warm, chocolatey brownies. Hundreds of calories passed by their lips, but neither of them cared all that much. When you weigh this much and still look good, what harm are a few extra pounds going to do?
As time drew by, and the temptations of creatures across Equestria were tested, it didn’t take long for the population to fall into the trap of gluttony. Constantly roaring bellies that only seemed to get bigger and bigger despite exercise or diet. The ever-climbing weight bred lethargy, and larger bellies bred greater hunger. Once the dominos started to fall, it was only a matter of time before more and more of the populous gave in to their fatness. Cheat days soon became cheat weeks, and recovery days from exercise would often be the last day they did anything more than sitting about on their blubber filled ass.
More food filled the streets, resulting in further temptation. The more ponies that ate, the others were peer pressured into joining them. No solution was in sight for the spell, ponies began to just lay about, wallowing in their ever-mounting obesity, soon transitioning into immobility.
First, it was the unicorns. Their typically more sedentary lifestyles and physiques doing little to stop hundreds of pounds of excess flab pulling them down. Then the pegasi, their more exercised bodies lasting a little longer than the unicorns. Owing to their greater strength, it was the earth ponies that were the last of the races to fall. Only by their immense magical might and greater stature did the Alicorns remain the last to stand; Princess Celestia looking little more than a collection of misshapen white blobs stacked together in her waning days of mobility.
Her protege was less fortunate, however. A mattress rested in the middle of the castle’s library, almost entirely obscured by purple flab. Rolls upon rolls oozed forwards like an explosion at a bread factory, piled together into thick slabs. Twilight’s stomach had become a mattress in of itself, pushing her up whilst supporting her flab drowned legs. Her ass wobbled behind her, each cheek crisscrossed with creases, folds, and cellulite dimples. Her cutie marks were distorted blobs of colour, growing ever more unrecognisable by the day. Piles upon piles of books surrounded her, as did great stacks of boxes and bags. She ploughed on, book after book, most if not all being completely irrelevant to the problem, but too far gone to care. So blinded by a desire to solve the problem, too distracted to stop her gluttonous rampage Dripping with grease and sauce, a burger emerged from one of the paper bags, before it was greedily stuffed into her mouth.
She wheezed slightly, belching heavily as she finished her current book, pushing it aside and grabbing another at random. Completely useless to her studies, the book was entitled ‘The art of ice cream making', but she still opened it, her belly rumbling loudly as she gazed at entire vats of fresh ice cream. Just a few hundred meters across town, Rarity was muzzle deep in a gallon tub of Neapolitan. Laying on her partially crushed bed, her magic eagerly scooped out massive globs and forced them past her stained lips. Trickles of melted ice cream ran across her football-sized cheeks and dribbled onto her jowls. With every bucket packed into her immense belly, the more her physique seemed to mirror that of a pile of marshmallows. Pure, raw consumption was the only thing on her mind, the whole idea of fashion and dressmaking leaving when her waistline exceeded that of two tape measures.
Similar scenes of gluttony were occurring across town. At Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack busied herself with continuing to clear out the barn. Her orange coat was messy with the remains of hundreds of apples and apple-related goods, leading a trail up towards her face. A veritable waterfall of face fat budded from her head. Two vaguely ovular cheeks, a cascade of chins, wobbling jowls, and tyres of neck fat. Every slovenly chew sent a discordant wave through all of the loose flesh, each delicious apple flavoured bite sending jolts of pleasure to her limbs. Her legs twitched, sprawled out in front of herself. Enormous thighs, calves had forced her legs apart, her hooves becoming buried further and further into the swaddling rolls. A hearty belch left her lips, joined by an even louder and longer expulsion from her equally blobby sister, who’d blow up into a buttery tub of lard herself.
Parked just on the outskirts of the farm, Rainbow’s house was right at ground level. Forced down initially for convenience's sake, the cloudominium would forever be pinned down by its immense occupant. Once Rainbow had sat on her sofa, she’d never left it since. Appearing smaller, much of her bulk was being contained by her workout clothes. Stretched far beyond any reasonable degree, great tears had been gouged into the material, allowing for the gelatinous flesh to ooze out of the holes. Every day, these grew wider and more numerous, her absurd size testing the very limits of the suit as another roll or fold would slip out. Sustained by a steady supply of food, the couch was surrounded by a semicircle of empty boxes, pushed back as Rainbow’s belly steadily sagged further off the edge of the couch. Partially lost in her abundant swaths of back fat, her wings had been blimped to uselessness, matching her equally oversized bingo wings.
Despite the immobility faced by everypony, food seemed to be continually produced, finding its way towards the blobby inhabitants. This was most certainly true for Sugar Cube Corner. Everypony who lived there had long since been unable to move so much as an inch, and yet mountains of desserts came flooding forth. None were more grateful than the two ponies sitting in Pinkie's room. Ever since their taste testing session, Fluttershy had returned nearly every day, and Pinkie was more than happy to keep pumping out treats for them both to enjoy. Falling into a food coma one day, the yellow mare couldn’t find the energy to leave. Now, both had been rendered into masses of overnourished blubber, squashed together as they grew larger and larger.
Whilst Pinkie continued to gain evenly, Fluttershy’s rump took the vast amount of the weight. Together, each cheek could have easily flattened a sofa. The butterflies of her cutiemark had been distorted beyond recognition, reduced to pink and green smears of colour, projected onto the immense canvas of butter yellow lard. Even her long tail looked utterly minuscule in comparison, the majority of which had been trapped between the heavy boulders for a while.
Sitting beside her, Pinkie was a mountain unto herself. Pink pounds of porcine pudge seemed to sag from every conceivable part of her anatomy. As soft and malleable as the pastry dough she once worked with, cellulite dimples pockmarking more and more of her formless shape. Though both were pressed against one another, they rarely spent much of the time together talking, their mouths were too full. Even now, their faces were buried into the sides of two enormous cakes, mindlessly gobbling away to appease their almost eternally hungry bellies. Every new pound meant more of their flab overlapped each other, pushing away random pieces of furniture, or causing the floor to creak a little more
But, like everycreature in Equestria, they were beyond caring. Bodies so engorged, minds so addicted, the pounds that magically grew just drove them deeper into their gorging as their guts demanded more food. With nary a second thought, they ate on and on, and the inhabitants of the land continued to grow fatter and fatter.