Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo were sitting outside Sugarcube Corner, watching as the citizens of Ponyville waddle around. On the table in front of them was an army of empty milkshake cups, pastry wrappers, and candy wrappers. As they had pony watched, they had taken a break for lunch, and were currently trying to get over their respective food comas.

Suddenly, a tray overflowing with greasy takeout from the new fast-food restaurant BucDonald's was placed in front of them. Sweetie looked up, and found a dark grey earth pony standing in front of her. He was wearing a coat, and wasn't the largest stallion Sweetie had seen recently.

“Hello, girls. I'm Chuckles. I hope you don't mind, but I'm trying to drum up some business for my uncle. He runs and owns the new BucDonald's. I don't suppose you girls could sit here and eat this food, then tell ponies who walk by how good it is? Please?” Chuckles' green eyes were wide and sincere looking.

Sweetie looked to her friends, who shrugged. Scootaloo seemed to be eying the tray curiously. Sweetie nodded, “If it's good. I won't lie to my friends!”

“Of course you won't! If you do this, I promise my uncle and I will reward you.”

“Really? Like what?” Apple Bloom asked.

“We'll give you and your families' discounts on the food at BucDonald's, and I'm sure I can figure some other stuff out too, if you keep doing little favours for me.”

“Won't this mean we'll get fatter?” Scootaloo asked, “We've already eaten a bunch today, and that's a lot of food. Besides, almost everypony I know is trying to lose weight.”

Chuckes smiled, “As if fatness a bad thing, my dear. Isn't Rarity doing so well because of everypony's newfound girth? If everypony keeps getting bigger, than that will boost her business. What about Rainbow Dash? I've heard she's entered in the next food competition that's happening in Ponyville, and that she's enjoying her size.”

“But Applejack can't work the farm!” Apple Bloom protested.

“From what I hear, your sister and her friends are inventive. I'm sure she'll find a way to keep the farm going. Besides, with almost all the fresh crops already eaten, the Apple Harvest will be very profitable this year. I'm sure many ponies will be willing to help if you give them lunch.”

“Ah-Ah suppose that's true,” Apple Bloom muttered, looking at the tray. She shrugged, and pulled it closer, “Ah'm in. Thank you, Chuckles! I feel a lot better now.”

“Me too!” Scootaloo's little wings fluttered, and she started eagerly looking at the tray's contents. Sweetie soon followed suit.

Chuckles smiled heartily, “Thank you girls! You won't regret this!”

Chuckles waddled back in the direction of BucDonald's. Before he rounded the corner, he could hear the trio of fillies loudly saying how good the food was. He smiled happily, watching as his fellow obese citizens went about their daily lives.

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Rarity magically deposited the bits into the deliver pony's hooves, and shut the door with her magic. The three large pizzas, two bottles of soda, and two boxes of breadsticks levitated themselves over to where Rarity was working.

She had many orders left to fill, and more coming all the time. When she had been thin, the stress eating she had done had never impacted her figure. She'd been careful about her diet the rest of the time, and she had exercised lightly. Not that that mattered now. Being trapped for months with almost nothing to do but eat had stretched out her stomach, and had increased her appetite nearly tenfold of what it had been.

Immobility was just an inconvenience. Noticeable, and sometimes a pain, but Rarity was beginning to see the benefits. Already, the fashion industry was trying to find fatter and fatter models to display fashion lines. In the time she'd been back at Carousel Boutique, Rarity had been asked by three different photographers to be a model.

They would come to her, and she would make an excellent model. Even if she had to eat her weight in fatty, greasy foods every day to get the fame and recognition she deserved.

Rarity wiggled her hips excitedly, opening the first of the pizza boxes, and began to eat the cheesy, garlic filled delight, making sure she didn't drip grease onto her current order. In less than an hour, Rarity had devoured her massive lunch order, and was beginning to wonder if she should have something else delivered.

Then Sweetie Belle came back, dragging a small wagon behind her, panting from the effort, “I'm back, sis!” she called, wheezing for breath, “and I brought food!”

“Thank you, Sweetie!” Rarity called, “Would you like to bring it all here, and watch me work as we eat? We can talk about your day!”

Sweetie Belle brought the wagon closer, and Rarity was amazed to see all the food nestled in there, all fro BucDonald's, “Wow, Sweetie. I didn't think I'd given you that much money.”

“You didn't,” Sweetie panted, unhooking herself from the wagon, and breathing a sigh of relief when her stomach sagged, free from the confines of the harness, “The girls and I met the relative of the pony who runs the BucDonald's. He gave us a bunch of food if we gave honest reviews to the ponies around us, and when we were done, his uncle came out and gave us a bunch more food to take home. Isn't that awesome!?”

Rarity hmmed, “Well, you did bring back dinner. I suppose this is a good thing, especially if you're helping ponies make decisions about where to eat and helping local businesses. Bring some of the food over, Sweetie. While we eat and chat, you can start trying out the levitation spell on some of the bundles of cloth lying around.”

Sweetie beamed, picking several of the large, greasy bags out of the wagon for herself, and plopped down beside her ever-burgeoning sister, “You should see the Cakes, sis, they're so big...”

Author's Note

I know this is short, but I've already started writing the next chapter, so I'm hoping that I can update at least once more before the weekend is over or really early sometime next week.

So please, let me know what you think, and I'll post again soon.