Twilight was busy, locking herself inside the library with an ever-fattening Spike, pouring over paper trails and business statements. Looking for a single error in the immaculate records and spotless employees.

All the while, trying to get the guards Celestia had sent to go away, with no effect. They were dead set upon doing Celestia’s orders, since it kept them out of the palace kitchens. It wasn’t much activity, but it was more than what they had been dealing with at the Canterlot Palace.

So, Twilight did her best to ignore their chatter with Spike, who had been using the opportunity to gorge himself into new levels of fatness. None of her once-subtle hints about his growing fatness would even hold register to him now.

Twilight had to let her growing concern for Spike lay idle, for now. Once she figured out how all the puzzle pieces fit, Spike would become her number one priority. Until then, she knew he was as safe as he could be considering the circumstances. Twilight loved him like a brother, but in order to do what was best in the long run, she had to let him do what he wanted.

Thankfully, what he wanted wasn’t going off to join the Dragon Migration anymore. Now, he just wanted to eat himself into unconsciousness at every opportunity. It hurt to watch, but there could be worse things.

So, while Twilight ignored the world around her, the world barely seemed to notice her absence from it. As she mindlessly ate whatever Spike bribed the guards to leave near her, the ponies of Ponyville ate themselves to the point of pain at every opportunity.

Now, it was really beginning to take a toll, though she wouldn’t know that for several weeks.

Elder ponies stopped their daily walks through the park, old bones too unsteady to hold the new weight they were expected to carry for any distance. Younger ponies completed any work needed to keep the village going, caring for only food and close friends and family. Schoolponies laboriously made their way to the schoolhouse, no matter their socio-economical place in Equestria. Free food was free food, no matter what else was going on.

Even businesses were noticing a change. Clothes, furniture, construction, and all sorts of other industries were in high demand. Skyrocketing weights lead to new methods, new machines, and new creativity. Ponies began to prosper.

Applejack was not excluded from this. Between herself and Big Mac, they’d gotten the harvest in. Her apples, baked goods, Zap Apple jam, were already in high demand. The promise of Cider Season already had ponies knocking on her door to see if they could pre-order casks of the alcoholic liquid when it was done fermenting.

Sweet Apple Acres had never had so much money, especially not with all the renovations they needed to do in order to make sure the farm kept running steadily. Applejack honestly didn’t know what to do with herself most of the time, now. Even with Granny baking constantly, there wasn’t enough extra stock for Applejack to indulge.

So, she took advantage of the extra bits, and ordered enough take-out from a variety of the new restaurants that had appeared in response to demand. She packed enough food to shame Pinkie Pie.

Applejack, with her boredom, didn’t really mind. It filled the time, and gave her something to look forward to. She met delivery ponies who were always happy customers of Sweet Apple Acres themselves, and got lots of lovely feedback (and some sneaked extra food from various kitchens)..

One Friday morning, Apple Bloom was easing herself onto her brand-new mobility scooter, wincing as her massive stomach dug into the handlebars. Wheezing, sweat dampening her coat from the simple exertion of getting from bed to the scooter, Apple Bloom tried to ignore the pain.

Ever since agreeing to tell everypony she came across about BuckDonalds, Apple Bloom had been given so much food that she had accelerated her gains magnificently. Her chest, stomach, flanks, and plot all had so much weight to them now, that they were putting in good effort to become one, massive blob of fat hanging from her little body. They hadn’t succeeded, yet.

Apple Bloom had tried to get up from a long weekend of doing nothing but gorge herself, and realized she could no longer get to her hooves. After missing a day of school, the new scooter had arrived in time for her to try it before the following day.

Apple Bloom was easily five times her original size, and it showed. Multiple meaty chins were squishing into her sagging jowls, which in turn melted into several rolls of fat that bunched up around her short neck. Her chest was losing to a battle of gravity, pooling in several rolls of fat against her stomach when she sat upright like this. Her stomach was one, large dome that extended in front of her and to the sides. Her stomach was squished tightly against the steering wheel, making it hard to steer effectively. It also pressed against the seat of the scooter, and into her back legs.

Apple Bloom’s front legs were in a sorry state. Hooves were beginning to be swallowed up by cankle fat, which were swollen to the point of unrecognizability. Her knobbly knees were so surrounded by fat that they almost disappeared, stiff and reluctant to bend. Her upper legs were so swollen with fat that they were pushed away from her chest at odd angles when factoring in the rest of her enormity. Steering required special, wide handlebars in order for her to reach them properly.

Still, everything paled in comparison to her hind end. Her blank flanks were crisscrossed with stretch marks, sagging past the edges of her ‘extra wide’ scooter seat. She couldn’t even have the luxury of a backrest, as her plot-fat would get in the way. If it weren’t for the simple fact she had gained so evenly for such a long time, she would have been too back-heavy for any machine to carry her effectively: they would have flipped her onto her back, helpless.

Apple Bloom’s hind legs couldn’t bend at any joint now, they were so swallowed in fat. Her hooves were barely visible under the layer of fat that had been covering them up for weeks. Her knees were indents in the leg fat, barely noticeable for what they had once been.

In all, Apple Bloom could barely maneuver herself off and onto her scooter twice a day, with growing effort each time with each pound she gained. She would be totally immobile sooner rather than later, and Applejack was still considering how she could still send her sister to school.

“AJ?” Apple Bloom’s questioning voice broke Applejack out of her reverie.

“Yes?”

“You should order BuckDonald’s today. Tell them you’re my sister: they’ll give you lots for almost nothing!”

“Thanks, Apple Bloom! I was starting to think I’d try them next! Off to school now, tell everypony I say hi!”

“Will do!” Weakly waving a hoof in farewell, Apple Bloom rode her scooter away, towards town.

Applejack used the phone, placed her order, and waited. Delicious smells of Granny baking whetted her appetite. Turning to see the orchard, Applejack felt a twinge of jealousy. There was Big Mac, working hard to water some sickly trees who weren’t liking the heat.

Applejack let her mind wander as she watched, almost ignoring her growling, hungry stomach.

Someone clearing their throat startled her from her not-thoughts. A gray, obese stallion stood in front of Applejack’s cart, pulling a cart laden with food from BuckDonald’s. The stallion was maybe half of Big Mac’s girth, if Applejack could guess. For some reason, he looked familiar, though Applejack knew she’d never met anypony from BuckDonald’s before.

“Howdy!” She greeted, “BuckDonald’s?”

“That’s me!” The stallion grinned, “I bring the food. You’re Miss. Applejack right-”

“Just call me Applejack.”

“Then you’d better call me Chuckles!”

Applejack smiled, “Of course! If you want, unhook yourself and go into the house there. Granny Smith’ll give you what we owe you-”

Chuckle’s waved a hoof, “Not Apple Bloom’s family! You don’t owe us anything!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Not a problem at all!” Unhooking himself, Chuckles wheeled the cart over. Staring at the mountain of a mare that was in front of him, Applejack saw an almost-smug smirk. Then she blinked, and it was replaced by a beaming smile, “Err. How do I give this all to you?”

“Just leave it there, near my lowest neck roll. Yeah like that. I’ve got it from here,”

“Alright! I’ll be back for the cart later! Have a good morning!”

“You too!”

Watching as Chuckles left, Applejack was almost certain she’d seen Chuckles somewhere, and had heard him speak too. She just wasn’t sure where. Shrugging, she stuck her nose into a steaming hot pile of hay fries, moaning at the greasy deliciousness.

As Applejack stuffed herself silly with BuckDonald’s greasy, fattening food, Apple Bloom got herself to school.

This took longer than it ever had pre Fattening Sleep, but she still got there. Squeezing through the doors, Apple Bloom wheeled herself past a sleeping Cheerilee, and got settled in the spot where her desk had rested before she’d broken it.

Cheerilee lay flat on her stomach, hooves completely sucked into the fat sleeves that hung down her legs. Her stomach rolled underneath her like a mattress, covering up a good portion of the front part of the classroom. Her chubby cheeks making her fat head seem almost spherical in appearance. She was incredible obese now, but still couldn’t hold a candle to Twilight, Spike, and her friends.

Cheerilee didn’t seem to mind, content in her current situation. She snoozed on, snoring lightly as the students slowly squeezed themselves into the now cramped schoolhouse.

Scootaloo was the last to arrive, panting and sweating heavily under Celestia’s sun as she did so. As she squeezed herself through, she got partially stuck for a moment. Using her one-of-a-kind, sponsored scooter, Scootaloo pushed herself into the room. Plaster was rendered into dust, and cracks appeared along the wall from where Scootaloo had damaged it.

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at Scootaloo’s crazy weight gain. She squashed it, and allowed her eyes to take in Scootaloo’s appearance.

The pegasus had simply blossomed under Rainbow Dash’s tutelage, competing in eating contests and eating non-stop around the clock in order to insure she won. She was gaining so quickly that Apple Bloom could almost see her friend get fatter by the minute. Clearly, Scootaloo loved every second of it. She was certainly the heaviest of every student now, by a substantial margin.

Scootaloo had enough mobility to feed herself, but that was it. The simple act of rustling her wings was now impossible thanks to the fat that coated every inch of her body. Her scooter could barely contain her girth adequately, fat oozing over the sides like too much dough in a pan.

Scootaloo’s body couldn’t even be adequately described as a blob anymore: that would imply she had some form of uniform shape. She didn’t, just had pound upon pound upon pound of fat piled onto her compact, pegasus frame. To the point where she was no longer mobile, could barely speak, and every breath was hard-fought for.

With no health effects, beyond the simple fact that gravity made it hard to breathe, Scootaloo was piling on enough pounds for everypony to notice a difference in a span of days. It was the talk of the town: who was gaining quicker? Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo, or Pinkie? There was lots of debate, but since Ponyville lacked enough industrial scales to test, it wasn’t possible to test.

Scootaloo parked herself beside Apple Bloom. Looking around through squinted eyes, one eyebrow raised, “Sweetie...Belle?”

“Fashion show,” Apple Bloom grunted, wriggling a little to try to ease her the pain in her middle from where her stomach was trapped against the handlebars.

“Ah…” Scootaloo looked around the room, as much as she could, and both eyebrows raised, “Just...us...left?”

“Nope. Rest of the class...is behind you.”

“Oh.”

Apple Bloom smiled, “No problem!”

This seemed to have woken Cheerilee, who had somehow slept through the door breaking.

“Good...news! Pizza...today!”

The class cheered, then chatted quietly with each other as the first cart of the day was being delivered to them.

In the town of Ponyville, throughout the day, there was only one thought.

Food.

Author's Note

I'm back!
Thanks again to Pheal Gud who is as awesome as always!