Discord stared at the letter with growing concern. It was not the contents of the letter that disturbed him so, not with reports from other countries being similar to what Equestria was currently facing. It was the state of the letter itself that made Discord feel...uneasy.

The letter was smeared with chocolate icing, and several stains Discord identified as soda. The penmanship was spoor, the ink smudged from Spike’s fat dragging across the parchment.

Despite knowing Spike rather well, Discord had never been able to see a time where the dragon’s work could be affected so negatively by something as simple as food. Injury, illness, mortal peril were always possibilities, but not fat.

“This isn’t good,” Discord said plainly, looking over at Celestia. He had never been able to see a future where Celestia would be unable to perform her physical duties as well, but there they were.

The alicorn’s weight gain had evened out over the last weeks. Her body barely resembled the shape of a pony at all, it was sagging with so much fat.

Celestia’s head was no longer the easiest part of her body to reach. Her stomach, flanks, plot, and chest had all melded together into what resembled a large mattress. It pooled underneath the alicorn, lifting her legs off the floor and surrounding her for several feet all around her body.

“No...it’s not,” Celestia’s voice was wheezing and weak from how much weight was pressing into her lungs, “This isn’t good...for anypony.”

Discord snapped his talons, the letter disappearing, “I still haven’t uncovered anything about these new companies. Everything is legitimate, even by your standards!”

Celestia was silent for several moments, clearly lost in thought, “Keep...investigating. I’ll write...Twilight. Hopefully...she’s uncovered...something in...Griffonstone.”

Discord nodded, feeling his multitude of chins squish together at the movement, “Would you like me to update Luna?”

Celestia nodded, the simple movement cascading down the rolls of fat that made up her body. Discord nodded in reply, and disappeared from Celestia’s line of sight.

Celestia’s massive stomach growled loudly, even though it had been less than half an hour since her last meal. Using her magic, she lifted her service bell, and rang it loudly.

Looking down; as much as she could with her poofy cheeks, chins, and rolls of fat in the way, Celestia glared at her long--passed immobile body, especially the area of stomach she could see. It’s you that got me into this.

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By the time the Ponyville Express pulled into Ponyville, Twilight wanted three things: out of the cart, a bath, and a hot meal.

Saying farewell to her friends, Twilight steered herself home. She squeezed herself through the doorway, but stopped short at the sight in front of her.

Discord was obese, with most of his weight centered around his upper body. Sagging fat curled around the upper portion of his torso, drooping against the lower half that was his original size. His chicken arm was normal, though his lion arm was so fat Discord couldn’t bend the joints.

Beside Discord, was Spike. A Spike that had gained an impossible amount of weight in only a few days. Sitting in the middle of a plush carpet, Spike had finally become immobile, resembling more a globe of flesh than a dragon. His legs were coated in adipose, his scales separating to show pale purple fat underneath-why was this familiar?-and they were mostly obscured by his massive stomach, which had folded over itself to form three massive rolls.

Twilight stared in shock, before a shout of horror escaped her, “DISCORD!”

Discord shrugged, “Don’t blame me. I found him like this!”

Twilight rolled herself fully into the room, unable to look away from the monstrosity of fat Spike had turned into, “What happened!?”

“You told the Cakes...to..urp..put me on a diet,” Spike wheezed, hiccuping, “So they...did.”

“This isn’t what I meant, and I thought I’d made it clear-”

Spike shrugged, sending ripples of motion through his body, “Dunno. They told me..to eat, so I did.”

Discord snapped the talons on his chicken arm, and a screen appeared before Spike’s massive stomach.

The live, cartoonish, black and white image showed Twilight what Spike was currently digesting. She counted no less than three whole cakes, several baker’s dozen of cupcakes, and a whole assortment of other sweet treats.

Twilight let out an exasperated moan. Why did they do this! I told them portion control and exercise!

With a flourish of his immobile paw, the screen disappeared. Discord sighed dramatically, “After all the trouble it took for me to get here, all you do is complain. Who cares if your little dragon friend can’t move under his own power anymore? You can’t, Celestia and Luna sure can’t, and neither can a growing portion of the population!” Discord erupted into harsh laughter at his own pun.

Twilight glared as mightily as she could. She came to the realization that she likely didn’t appear intimidating. After all she was nearing 1000 pounds, was resting in a neon pink cart that could no longer hold her expansive body, and was doing her best to intimidate the God of Chaos himself. In a library no less.

“Don’t fret so much, Twilight! I’m only here to see if you’ve uncovered anything suspicious. That’s all.”

“Celestia said that she wanted to get my report as soon as possible, which means before you, Discord!”

A knowing smile bloomed across Discord’s fat face, sending a shiver down Twilight’s massive body.

“That’s the thing, my dear Sparkle-Pants! Since Celestia is unable to do anything by herself now, I’m her main source of information. Isn’t that just darling?”

Twilight stared in shock, “She-she hasn’t lost any weight? She was immobile when I last saw her, but still-”

Discord shook his head, “She’s only gained. She has to weigh at least twice your weight, by now. The servants have to step on her belly to feed her and clean her. It’s a rather...interesting situation.”

“What about Princess Luna?” Twilight whispered.

“Worse. Since she didn’t have any duties beyond patrolling the Dreamscape, raising the moon and stars and such, and making sure her guards did their jobs, she’s gained even more than Celestia. When I saw her this morning, her hooves had been swallowed completely by her leg fat.”

“Oh dear.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I just find it ironic. When I was tyrant over this land, everypony was starving. Now, over a thousand years later, it seems everypony is going to eat themselves to death! Immobilized by their own fat, and getting even fatter anyway. Oh, this is chaos even I can enjoy!”

“It’s not like you’re much better in the weight department, you know!” Twilight retorted, “If you were a pony, you’d probably be immobile too!”

“Lucky for us; I’m not a pony. While I may not be able to get rid of the weight, I can shift my bulk around with nary a thought!” With those words, Twilight watched in fascination as Discord’s mass shifted to his belly and upper legs. He looked ridiculous, but Twilight felt the weight of his words. He wasn’t stuck like the rest of them.

Twilight sighed, “Fine. The griffons are worse off than we are, like I said in my letter. They need Equestria’s help, and they can’t provide the help we need. There’s a small group of ponies there already helping, but they aren’t enough.”

Discord’s voice was quiet, “Exactly how bad are the griffons?”

“Most of them are immobile, or so close to it it doesn’t matter. They’re helpless up there.”

“What about the greenhouses? Anything there?”

“No. Everything’s legitimate. I checked everything I could, and the girls said the tour was more than good. I don’t know who’s behind this, but if they’re involved with these companies, they’ve done a really good job covering their tracks.”

“Obviously,” Discord replied dryly, “I’ll inform Celestia, assuming she isn’t muzzle-deep in cake or some other food.”

With a snap of his fingers, and a flash, Discord was gone. This left Twilight and Spike alone. Spike belched, and smiled hesitantly. Twilight sighed again, shifting her legs restlessly, “I suppose there isn’t much hope getting you slimmed down, is there? Not with you like this.”

“I can...still write.”

“I assumed you could since Discord was here waiting. Thank you for sending the message to the Princess.”

“My...pleasure,” Spike wheezed, wriggling his hips a little, letting a few more inches of his sagging fat to spread across the lush carpet.

“I’ll go have a bath, then I’ll transfigure you a bed. Down here, or upstairs?”

“Here...please.”

Twilight nodded as much as she could, and got ready to have her bath.

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Cheerilee hadn’t left her schoolhouse in over three weeks. Thanks to the sudden change in Equestrian society, Cheerilee had been able to indulge in a hearty appetite and sweet tooth she had denied for decades. She had indulged heartily on her own, and only ate more when her students realized how much their teacher enjoyed treats.

Since then Cheerilee’s weight had skyrocketed, along with her students. She ordered food to the school daily, and once her hips had become so wide she couldn’t squeeze out of the school, she had embraced her fate. Rather quickly, all things considered, Cheerilee had become immobile. When her knees gave out after an afternoon nap, she had made herself comfortable, and continued to be happy ‘teaching’ her students.

After the ‘Fattening Sleep’, everypony wasn’t interested in learning their classic subjects anymore. All they wanted to learn was about food, and how food impacted their weight. Cheerilee was ecstatic to teach current events, so she complied.

Ever since those first weeks, Cheerilee had embraced her fleshy, fatty prison. She hired ponies to come over a few times a week to bathe her and keep her magnificent rolls clean. Permanent sanitary spells had been cast to help with...other matters.

Now, all she lived to do was help her students grow into ponies who would further Equestria’s standing as the fattest nation. Fat was beautiful now, especially without the health risks. Helping the children understand how weight gain worked would help Equestria...at least, that’s what all the magazines, new books, and company spokesponies were all saying.

Some part of Cheerilee, a very small part, was disgusted at what she was doing. She wasn’t happy, merely fat. But, the larger part of Cheerilee was thrilled to guide her students along the fat path, and help them meet their weight goals.

Every student had a meal plan and journaling assignment to do. They would track what they ate every day, the calories, and would write down their gains every week.

So far Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders were the ones gaining the most weight. The former because of their rich families, and the CMC because of their friendship with Chuckles, the relative of Quick Serve of Buckdonalds.

Cheerilee’s massive stomach growled at the thought of all the free food her students were giving her, all hoping to ensure ‘the best teacher ever’ her spot in Ponyville’s Heaviest Mare award. Cheerilee loved the idea, but frankly thought it ludacris. It was easy to see that Twilight and her friends were substantially heavier than her-

“Hey, Miss Cheerilee!”

Cheerilee was broken out of her thoughts at the sight of a wheezing, gasping Scootaloo dragging herself with two Belly Boards into the classroom. It was a tight squeeze, even with the recent door-widening.

Flapping her little, pillow-like, adipose drowned wings as much as she could, Scootaloo managed to get herself to her desk. Using her fat legs, she stood up, and squeezed herself into her desk. Wheezing heavily, and sweating just as badly, Scootaloo managed a smile in Cheerilee’s direction.

Cheerilee smiled back, humming a little song to herself as she watched the clock tick closer to the start of the school day. Shortly after Scootaloo dragged herself through the door, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom followed suit.

Sweetie Belle was the fattest of the trio, quite probably from the massive amounts Rarity fed her so Sweetie could be seen as hip and fashionable in high society, was barely mobile. A series of Belly Boards, kept most of her sagging fat off the ground, while the massively obese filly was forced to push herself along with a mixture of magic and ‘walking’. Walking meaning that the young filly had to plant hooves on the ground, and drag/push herself forward inch by inch. Happily, Sweetie Belle’s magic was increasing in strength daily, thanks to her use of it. So she rarely had to get any form of exercise anymore.

Apple Bloom’s figure was different from nearly everypony else's’. While everypony’s weight generally settled into several areas, Apple Bloom’s body seemed to want to grow at equal rates. She didn’t require a Belly Board yet, but she was very close. She was wobbly all over, with chubby cheeks that had created dimples when she smiled.

As Cheerilee watched the rest of the class waddled themselves into the classroom, some students getting their hips caught in the doorway, she waited for everypony to get settled.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were the last fillies to file into class, riding their brand new, very expensive mobility scooters. Instead of the magically powered carts many unicorns used, the mobility scooters were propelled by batteries. This allowed Earth ponies and Pegasi to be mobile when their bodies refused to work properly anymore.

Diamond Tiara was the heaviest out of the pair, and in fact was the heaviest by only a few pounds. However, even with the scooter, it took some maneuvering to get her bulk through the door without her sides getting stuck. The rich filly carried most of her weight in her barrel and stomach. Cheerilee was sure that if the filly ever actually stood up, her hooves would be unable to reach the floor because of her near-mattress of a stomach.

Diamond Tiara was so overfed, lazy, and obese that she hadn’t done much of anything for herself in weeks. The only things she seemed to be willing to do was feed herself, and use her scooter to transport herself to school. Her parents were rich, but free food was still free.

Silver Spoon, on the other hoof, was very bottom-heavy. Her flanks, plot, and hind legs were so swollen, they could hardly be recognized as what they actually were. Flank and plot blended together, overhanging the seat on her scooter so much that gravity pulled at the overhanging mass. The situation didn’t look very comfortable, but Silver Spoon didn’t seem to care.

Now that everypony was present, Cheerilee cleared her throat, getting ready to ‘teach’ another day.

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Sapphire Days, a young pegasus mare who had moved to Ponyville in the hopes of learning about the fashion of nearby Canterlot without having to pay the costs of living in Canterlot, stared at herself in the mirror in Carousel Boutique with a critical eye.

Rarity, the once slender proprietor and dress-maker, was intently watching Sapphire’s reaction to the dress, with wide eyes that were full of hope.

Utilizing the most of her mobility, Sapphire turned slowly around, taking advantage of the many mirrors, trying to get the full picture of what she looked like.

Sapphire days had never been seen as a normal pegasus. Before the Fattening Sleep, she’d been limited in her movement, for she had been paralyzed for most of her life. A special harness, hooked up to wheels that kept her spine straight, helped her move around when she was thinner.

Now, however, the contraption holding her upright was widened, and reinforced, beyond anything she would have imagined before the last several months. While there were some drawbacks, like how her magnificent flab continually was digging into the hard structure of the harness, the benefits outweighed them significantly.

For instance, because of how she was paralyzed, she have very limited movement from anywhere behind her wings. Her front legs were strong and muscled from years of only having them to use, while the rest of her had been fragile and very rarely used.

As such, while everypony around her seemed to be becoming immobile, Sapphire found herself at odds with the rest of Equestria. She was still mobile, thanks to her front legs and her harness, but her wings and everything past them were so bloated with fat that if she’d had full use of her body, she would have been immobile long ago.

Clever straps, cushions, and fabric held the fat of her hips, plot, flanks, and legs up and off the floor, as well as the base of the harness itself. Her wings, as they usually were, were loosely bound with soft fabric so they wouldn’t accidentally become damaged. This left her upper body free to move as she wished, with only limited mobility being a problem because of how wide she was in her hind end. That wasn’t to say that her upper body wasn’t fat, she was fat all over after all, but nopony would guess such a large backside could belong to someone who looked so little in the front by comparison.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, watching as the movement brought jiggles from the rest of her body, Sapphire looked hard at the dress. It was tight around the bodice, showing off her curvy barrel and showing how dramatic her weight distribution was. Meanwhile, the skirt of the dress was carefully constructed so it would only cover a portion of her harness system, so nothing would be damaged when the dress was worn and Sapphire was moving. The sleeves on the dress were flowing as well, ending at her knees.

The black dress offset her blue coat and white mane and tail, making her natural colours seem more important. It was simple, elegant, and exactly what Sapphire wanted in a functional piece of clothing.

“I love it! Dare I ask the price?”

“For you? An upcoming critic? Half off if you...feature me in...one of your reviews.”

Sapphire considered it for a moment, eyes wandering the rest of the dresses on the racks, “I suppose we can work out a deal. Let me see some more of your clothes, and we’ll discuss the price.”

Rarity smiled, her horn lighting up, “Of course...my dear!”

While Rarity selected the outfits she wanted to present, her smile grew even wider. Absent-mindedly eating another eclair, Rarity thought that her plans were progressing well.

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Scootaloo managed to heave herself onto her three Belly Boards at the end of the day, waddling slowly past Miss. Cheerilee on her way outside.

The school day was over, and now Scootaloo didn’t know what to do with herself. Wheezing from the effort of moving at all, Scootaloo wondered why she hadn’t seen Rainbow Dash in a while-

“Hey, squirt!”

Scootaloo looked up just in time to see a sky-chariot land several feet away, an immobile Rainbow Dash taking up a substantial portion of the seating. The pegasi pulling the chariot were coated in sweat, sides heaving for air, jiggling all the while.

“Rainbow!” Scootaloo exclaimed excitedly, doing her best to waddle over as quickly as possible.

“Whatcha up to?” Rainbow asked.

“Not much,” Scootaloo kicked at the dirt, enjoying the ripples and waves it made in her flesh, “Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Rainbow yawned, “I was gonna invite you to my house, so we can hang, but if you have anything to do-”

“I have nothing to do at all!” In her excitement, Scootaloo’s wings tried to flap, only managing to flap halfway once.

“Cool! Let’s see if we can’t get you up here with me. C’mon, don’t be shy! I know a way we can spend loads of time together!”

“Really?” Scootaloo wheeled herself over, and was pleased to find a small ramp where the step up to the seat of the chariot would usually be. Using the last of her strength, she pulled herself onto the chariot, breathing hard.

“Yeah! You heard about how Pinkie Pie beat me in the eating contest, right?”

“Well yeah, but you guys are friends so no hard feelings-”

“I hate losing,” Rainbow ground out, “So, I figure with you helping me out, I can totally win next time! Would you like to enter the next one?”

“Is Pinkie competing?”

“Nah! This’ll be real easy for you, if you stick with me. C’mon, what do you say? Eating contest buddies!?”

“Eating contest buddies!” Scootaloo flung a hoof as far into the air as it would go. Which wasn’t very far.

Scootaloo was strapped into the chariot proper, and once the chariot took off, gladly waited for whatever came next.

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long, but I hope you're as happy with the results as I am.

Thank you again to PhealGud.

Please don't be afraid to message me if you're too shy to do so in a comment. I don't mind, honestly. Suggestions, questions, even just to chat. Hope you enjoy reading!