Fluttershy sat in the middle of her living room, wondering how in the wide world of Equestria she was supposed to take care of her animal friends at her current size. Her massive flanks pinned her to the ground, and soon her stomach would be another large factor in her being unable to move.

A flash of light and the sound of somepony wheezing slightly alerted Fluttershy to the fact that someone magical had teleported into Fluttershy's cottage, out of her line of vision. Fluttershy squeaked, hiding behind her thick mane.

“Oh, Fluttershy,” Discord's voice, lacking its usual sarcasm or theatrics made Fluttershy's heart skip a beat. She turned her head as much as she could, trying to see him. He moved closer, and into her line of sight.

Discord certainly wasn't the fattest creature Fluttershy had seen recently, especially when reminded of her own enormity, but he had a thick layer of fat wrapped around his middle, and a bloated, heavy stomach. His face, usually animated, seemed to be taking in Fluttershy's appearance as well.

Fluttershy offered a small smile, “It's nice to see you, Discord.”

“I-I'm sorry, Fluttershy,” Discord refused to look at her, his voice faltering and unsure, “I tried to find you, I really did.”

“I know,” Fluttershy replied simply, “and that's enough for me to know you care.”

Discord nodded dully, then shook himself. He was floating on a cotton-candy cloud, several feet off the ground, “My magic can't get rid of the fat, but I can...spread it out. It might make you a little more mobile,” his eyes were hopeful, his bird talon outstretched and ready.

Fluttershy brightened, “Could you do that with some of my little friends, too? It'll make it easier to care for them.”

“Of course, Fluttershy,” Discord smiled, showing off his mismatched teeth, “anything for you.”

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Twilight was laying in a wagon, specially built for ponies of her size. She'd bought one from a new store that had opened up, and had found a 'mobility device', specially made for unicorns. Using her magic, Twilight could propel herself through the streets of Ponyville with no problem. As long as her stomach or flanks, which were oozing out from the sides of the wagon, didn't get caught in doorways.

It was surreal, seeing everyone, and everything, in Ponyville again. While things looked mostly the same, as did the ponies, there were many differences. Doorways had been widened, chairs and other furniture reenforced, and the like. Then the ponies themselves looked so much different, waddling and wheezing for breath. Many were in scooters, or wagons themselves.

This is bad, even if we're going to be okay food-wise. We can't be sure if the people who imprisoned us made sure everypony got enough of the magic/science/whatever that has apparently saved us from the health problems. I've got a lot of research to do.

“Oh! Twilight! Can you come here, dear!” Twilight looked in the direction of Sugarcube Corner, where a very big Mrs. Cake was waving Twilight over, her foreleg sagging with fat.

Twilight rolled herself over, trying to ignore the hunger the bakery smells made her feel, “Hi, Mrs. Cake! What do you need me for?”

“I just wanted to let you know that we're so happy to have you back, dearie!” Mrs. Cake beamed, forming dimples in her nearly spherical cheeks, “and to let you know we're so sorry about Spike-”

“What do you mean?” Twilight was confused, as Spike had continued to refuse to tell her how he'd gotten so fat.

“Well, when we heard about your disappearance, we all went looking. Spike tried to look into the dumpster out back. He fell in, and nopony could hear him. That's where we put all of our stale goods, you see. And well-”

“He ate them,” Twilight finished, “Why didn't he keep calling for help?”

“Apparently, his mouth was full. All the time, even when we were putting the stale pastries in there.”

Twilight sighed, “Part of me should be surprised, but I'm not.”

“I'm sorry dear, by the time we noticed the dumpster hadn't needed emptying for a while, he was, well.”

“As big as a small house?”

“Yes. I really can't say how sorry we are. Oh dear, is that your stomach? Do you want something? You probably can't get up the stairs, but I'll get you whatever you want.”

Twilight tried to say no, she really did. Instead, her mouth placed the huge order of its own accord, following the desires of her stomach.

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Applejack stared around at her farm, feeling proud about the fact that, despite their new obesity, the farm was still going. Big Mac was twice his former weight, was still mobile because of all his previous muscle mass, and because of the work he still did. Granny was only a little chubby, but Applejack could only guess that was because of her bad hip.

Then there was Apple Bloom. She was rather large for a pony her age, but she was still mobile. But barely.

Applejack didn't know what to do, as her belly pinned her down, and prevented her from doing any work. Thankfully, the royal guards had let her keep the cart they brought her to the farm in. Thus, Big Mac could pull her around.

Applejack stared around at the green, rolling orchards of Sweet Apple Acres, and wondered if it would be green for much longer.

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Rarity was thrilled. With her magic, she could still work, and since she was the most well-known seamstress/fashion designer in the area, many fashion-conscious ponies had come to her with orders for whole new wardrobes, or to expand their already existing ones.

Rarity had asked Sweetie Belle, whose stomach was just past her knees, to get the latest fashion magazines. Realizing that everypony was fat, the fashion industry had began to model and create fashions for the obese.

It seemed Rarity wouldn't be out of business, though she was very busy and stressed out because of the number of orders that had been made.

Thinking about it, Rarity paused mid-stitch, “Sweetie Belle, do you mind making a phone call to that new fast-food restaurant that opened up? The one I saw on the way in? Could you ask them if they deliver?”

“Will do, sis!” Sweetie Belle waddled to the phone, “if they do? What do you want?”

“One of everything, then whatever you want. I can afford it now!”

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Rainbow Dash sat in the middle of the foyer of her house, hugging Tank tightly to her flabby chest. Tank himself had grown, his helicopter barely working to lift him from the ground.

“Don't tell anypony, Tank, but I've missed you. Now, didn't those guards say somepony would be here to help me out?” Rainbow let go of Tank, making sure his descent to the ground was safe, “Um, hello!?”

A pegasus entered Rainbow's line of sight, “Sorry, miss. I'm Shady Skies. Just call me Shades. I'm here to help you out. Did you need anything?” The mare was dark blue, almost black, and very belly heavy. Her wings were folded against her sides, but she was still mobile.

“First off, just call me Rainbow, or Rainbow Dash. None of the formal stuff,” Rainbow offered a smile, “Secondly, I don't suppose you cook?”

Shades brightened, “Of course I do! What do you want? I can make anything you want!”

“Just whatever you feel comfortable making is fine. Just make sure you cook lots of it.”

Shades giggled, “Will do. You should enter some eating competitions. I hear those are catching on.”

“That's not a bad idea. I feel like you and I are gonna get along fine, Shades.”

“Me too!” Shades waddled off in the direction of the kitchen, where Rainbow could soon hear the sounds of pots and pans.

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Pinkie had been placed in the back of Sugarcube Corner, as the guards couldn't fit her up the stairs. She didn't mind, as she could see the baking happen, and suggest ingredients from where she was laid out. Every now and again, Mrs. or Mr. Cake would give her a tray of treats to munch on while she 'worked'.

The twins had been overjoyed when 'Aunt Pinkie' came back. They had refused to be separated from Pinkie at all costs, making Pinkie use her...wackiness to take care of them. How she managed to feed them and change their diapers was anypony's guess. Even now, the pair were nestled into the soft fat of Pinkie's chest.

Pinkie swallowed a cupcake whole, humming to herself contentedly. I'm so happy to be home.

Author's Note

Another chapter done, and a change of pace. I've enjoyed writing this.

Please let me know what you think!