Author's Note

I know I promised I'd put the two chapters up at the same time, but I'm having a really hard time with the second ending. For now, at least, I thought I'd give you guys the end that the majority of you probably want.

All my love and thanks to PhealGud and SquishyLuna. Without them, this story wouldn't have been nearly as long or rewarding.

For now I'm treating this as the end. Hopefully, the next and 'final' chapter of this story will be finished at some point. As a hint, it's titled Resolve.

Hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have. Happy reading.

Temptation

After agreeing to work with Stout’s team, Twilight started noticing problems with timekeeping. While obsessive, she’d always had Spike to help pull her out of her work when she had appointments or needed to leave the library. With Spike growing so fat he couldn’t bend his fingers, he couldn’t really do that anymore.

So, Twilight would get caught up in her work: either trying to help the growing populations of the world, or by trying to dig into the various corporations Twilight was sure had a hoof in things. She hadn’t found anything substantial, certainly nothing to bother the princesses about or even voice her concerns aloud; it was just enough to keep her busy.

Thankfully, Stout had lived up to her promises: she’d supplied Twilight’s friends with what they needed, and even Twilight couldn’t help but be mildly impressed at the effort needed to help Applejack alone much less the others.

Twilight, seemingly, couldn’t stop the extreme fattening of everypony but she could try to make their lives easier. As Spike lost more and more mobility, and took up more and more room, Twilight focused all her efforts on the technology she was helping to create for ponies and other creatures.

All the while, the assistants she had both helped and hindered her. They kept her constantly stocked with food, quickly learning that by leaving it nearby that she would snack on it absentmindedly as she worked.

As such, Twilight had ballooned in weight alongside Spike and her assistants. If it weren’t for her new cart being delivered she would have broken out of her old one. The new cart was comfortable, and actually had some spare room in it: Twilight’s fat no longer hung over the edges. It was nice, and didn’t pinch so much.

Utilizing the last of her mobility, Twilight shook her immense form, distributing the fat as she moved. Twilight sighed, looking around at her corner of the library; it was a mess. Papers, books, and empty dishes were stacked on every surface, and her chalkboards desperately needed a cleaning.

Twilight’s assistants; two mares by the names of Aurora Blue and Jackpot Brook, were out helping Spike’s guard get him onto a larger mattress. Twilight swiped at the chalkboard with a chalkboard eraser only to find them as filthy as the rest of her workstation.

Twilight levitated them near her head, and rolled herself to the front door, intent on cleaning them outside where the wind would carry the chalk dust.

Twilight opened the door, that had been widened when she’d gotten her second cart, and realized she had a problem: her cart was too big to fit through the door. She had needed to unpack it and assemble it inside the library. Sighing heavily through her nose, Twilight floated the erasers outside and cleaned them as best she could in the breeze she could feel. Inhaling the familiar scent of chalk dust was soothing, and Twilight couldn’t help but feel comforted as she went back to her work station and cleaned the chalkboard. She didn’t need it quite yet, but she was working on some mathematics later and liked having the visual-

Catching sight of the papers on her messy desk, Twilight sighed. She missed Spike helping her keep things clean. As was, it was a mammoth task keeping just Spike clean, much less anything else. Twilight levitated the papers closer, only to almost drop them when the front door slammed open, followed quickly by grunts and panting that could only mean ponies were trying to squeeze through Twilight’s doorframe: a sound Twilight was growing familiar with with her assistants leaving for food or sleep.

Twilight went to set the papers down to greet her guests, but a name caught her eye: Blue Skies. That was one of the ponies stuck at Griffonstone, wasn’t it? Scrutinizing the paper a little closer, Twilight saw that Blue Skies actually owned land in Griffonstone, seemingly prime real estate in the middle of the city. Another paper in the stack confirmed a growing concern: that Blue Skies had shares in Belly Boards, mobility scooters, and BucDonald’s. Something smelled fishy-actually something smelled divine.

Temporarily, Twilight forgoed the paperwork to find three massive fillies in front of her, riding on what could only be the newest mobility scooters. Flesh oozed in every direction, hanging over the edges of wide seats and into extra wide handlebars. The scooters were branded obnoxiously with the BucDonald’s logo. Absentmindedly, she turned to the next paper in the stack, ready to read it when the business was concluded.

Scootaloo seemed the largest, though it was honestly hard to tell with all of the fat packed into their juvenile frames. Her basket on the front of the scooter was packed full of grease spotted fast food bags, bulging with how full they were. Scootaloo still wore her smile, eyes squinting over the bulging roundness of her cheeks. Her too-small wings were lost somewhere amongst the folds in her back; made more roll-ridden by gravity tugging down on the gigantic stomach resting on the floor of the scooter.

Sweetie Belle had the largest plot of the three fillies, overhanging an obviously specially built seat by several centimeters. Her basket was filled with food as well, though most of hers seemed to be half-eaten. Sweetie’s lovely mane was tied into a bun at the back of her neck, most likely to stop it from getting tangled in the rolls of her many chins and what was left of her neck.

Apple Bloom had a large belly like Applejack, and even though her scooter was longer than the others, it was still pressed into the handlebars and tiller, as well as reaching the floor of the scooter. Twilight could see the belly fat touching the edges of the floor of the scooter, and couldn’t help but think that Apple Bloom would soon outgrow the mobility device. As with her friends, Apple Bloom’s basket was overflowing with fast food bags, but it seemed as though she’d somehow gotten more crammed into the space as Sweetie and Scootaloo.

“Hello girls!” Twilight tried to be cheerful, trying to only see their obvious happiness over their gross obesity.

“Hi Twilight! We have...something for you!” Sweetie grunted, levitating several bags out of Apple Bloom’s basket and resting them on Twilight’s desk, “Chuckles says...it’s special! A new burger...just for you!”

“That’s nice of him, is Chuckle the one who...gave you your scooters?,” Twilight said slowly, “But girls, I’m busy right now and-”

“He did, Twilight. Please try a burger!?” Apple Bloom pouted, causing her chins to become more prominent as her head moved, “We have to tell...him if you liked it!”

Twilight blinked, levitating one of the bags to herself, and couldn’t help but salivate at the delicious smells wafting from the bag. There were heaps of fries in containers in the bottom of the bag, and on top rested a truly large burger, wrapped in a wrapper Twilight hadn’t seen BucDonald’s burgers be wrapped before.

“Girls...I can’t right now, but I will in a bit….Come back in an hour and I’ll tell you what I thought?”

The three fillies shared a disappointed look, and Twilight smiled reassuringly, “Promise? I’ll treat you to...early dinner?”

That got their attention, and they squeezed themselves back outside. That left Twilight with the delicious smells coming from the bags and little else. Sighing, Twilight opened one of the bags as her eyes flicked over the paper. She pulled out a mouthful of fries, and sighed contentedly when the salty grease hit her tongue.

Twilight scanned down the list of shareholders of BucDonald’s, and wasn’t surprised to see Chuckles owned a large portion of the company. What was surprising was his list of contacts: both Stout Wrangler and Blue Skies were emergency contacts.

Something seemed familiar, but distant. Munching on another mouthful of fries, Twilight dug through some paperwork that she’d found for Ponyville’s BucDonald’s; including a copy of the deed she had never really gotten a look at.

As suspected, Blue Skies wasn’t on any paperwork, but on the deed another name was where Quick Serve’s name should have been. Somepony by the name BubbleBeaker, who’s name sounded incredibly familiar but Twilight couldn’t place.

Looking through some more paperwork, Twilight found why: BubbleBeaker owned the scooter factory, the Belly Board factory, and worked under Stout Wrangler as one of her food scientists.

Turning to her neglected filing cabinet, Twilight rummaged around in the back for the important worker profiles that these companies seemed insisting on using. Flicking through several piles of them, thankful they were in alphabetical order, Twilight pulled three out: Chuckles, BubbleBeaker, and Blue Skies. Clearly, they were important.

The files were new; sent over to appease Twilight more than anything else she was sure. Chewing on another mouthful of salty fries, Twilight opened the files and for a split second, was incredibly shocked.

BubbleBeaker was a unicorn, a dirty-off white colour who despite his body type, had a more slender face than most. Twilight remembered seeing him in Canterlot and then again at the food facility.

Blue Skies was the blue pegasus that had decided to stay at Griffonstone and help the stricken griffons, running himself ragged in the hopes of making life easier for his charges.

Chuckles was a dark grey earth pony, often seen around town promoting BucDonald’s and providing support for spokes-ponies of the brand like the CMC.

In terms of body and race, the trio looked nothing alike. However, the eyes were the same, as was the face. This can’t be a coincidence.

Twilight tossed the files onto her desk, munching still on french fries. They were so good, and there was so many her hungry mouth couldn’t help itself. Pulling employee records, Twilight noticed another pattern.

When she had gone to the facility and Griffonstone, Chuckles had been on vacation. He came back less than twenty-four hours after Twilight and her friends had returned to Ponyville.

BubbleBeaker, despite what it seemed on the other papers Twilight had read, didn’t seem to work at the food facility at all. In the early days, when Twilight and her friends had been captured, he was clocked in the labs all the time, working hard to ensure-Twilight’s head throbbed, and a piece of information seemed to be at the tip of her memory, struggling to burst forth.

There was no record of Blue Skies in Griffonstone, since he technically only volunteered. Twilight skimmed through the paperwork, rolling herself over to the phone. She found the help line the ponies living in Griffonstone had set up: mostly for Griffons, but it was also how Equestria had gotten information from Griffonstone in recent months.

Several tense seconds passed as Twilight waited for somepony to pick up the phone.

“Griffonstone help line, how can I help you?”

“I’m Twilight Sparkle...I need to know if...Blue Skies is there?”

“No, I’m sorry Miss. Sparkle. He hasn’t been here since...well I think since you left Griffonstone, actually. I have an emergency number-”

“No!” Twilight caught herself from shouting, but it was still a little too quick and a little too loud, “Erm...no thank you, I mean….Thanks.”

Twilight hung up the phone staring at the pictures. How could they be the same pony? An earth pony, a unicorn, and a pegasi? That was ludicrous!

Something niggled at the back of Twilight’s brain, something she had to remember, but hadn’t been able to for a long time. Twilight pulled the photo of Blue Skies out of the file, and stared at it. He’d been so kind, hadn’t he-

“Twilight! Help?”

Twilight jolted out of her musings, looking across the library to see the guards and her assistants collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. Spike was halfway onto his new mattress, a pout marring his normally jolly features. Twilight sighed, rolling herself over to levitate Spike onto his mattress fully.

“You’re getting so...heavy,” Even Twilight’s incredible magic couldn’t help but strain itself with the effort it took to move Spike’s colossal frame.

Spike shrugged, then winced. Twilight’s brows wrinkled in worry. Spike utilized the last of his arm movement to lift his ham-sized arms up a little, showing off an impressive spare tire, one that had clearly expanded extensively in recent times; scales were loose around Spike’s side, and there was a gap in between the scales that showed the fatty lavender flesh underneath.

Twilight gasped, her mind flooding with memory. Yes, of course! How could she have forgotten?! Skies, the dragons under Griffonstone, Skies was clearly behind this somehow-

Hadn’t the horn looked like BubbleBeaker’s? Twilight had only gotten a glimpse of it, really. Rolling herself back over to her desk, Twilight busied herself with trying to sketch it out as best she could without looking at BubbleBeaker’s photo. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

The smells coming from the bags of food tantalized Twilight’s always hungry stomach, and she tried to squash the feelings down. However, her magic and body had other ideas. Her magic searched for more fries, but came up empty. Twilight, so caught up with work, didn’t process the simple thought.

Acting on hunger impulses Twilight had been, knowingly and not knowingly, indulging for too long for it to even register, Twilight unwrapped the special burger. She brought it to her lips as she finished the sketch, and compared it to the picture. They looked eerily similar, even considering Twilight’s lack of artistic talent.

I need to contact the princesses! Twilight thought, opening her mouth wide. This action caught her attention, and she struggled with the urge to bite down on what was sure to be delicious. I have to get to Canterlot! The ponies need to know, they need to know! The smell finally reached some primal part of Twilight’s brain, the one that thought she was starving, and she took a bite. As she felt the craving urge to eat enwrap her brain; Twilight took another bite and sealed the fate of everyone in the world.

One Year Later...

Ponyville had changed even more than it had at first. The roads were bare, except for the occasional pony being magically tugged along in a cart. Though the streets were busy, a new system of magic carts autonomously carried food around to the residents of Ponyville, wheezing and huffing past their fat cheeks, eager to consume whatever meal was brought to them. Every resident was out of breath by merely existing. No pony left their house if they had any option, except for Cheerilee who had long ago taken up half of the small schoolhouse with her bulk. There was no school anymore, or at least traditionally, as organizations like BucDonald’s dealt with educating the malleable minds of young fillies and colts.

Finding someone who could barely waddle was almost becoming impossible, as everyone’s gut was firmly dragging the ground, or even lifting their hooves in the air. No pony was free from the iron grip of the food magnet that controlled them all.

One of the most affected by the food magnet was Spike.

Spike was still in the Golden Oak library, thought it wasn’t really a library anymore. That would imply there was room enough for books...or other ponies other than the ones Spike relied on in his everyday life.

Spike had long outgrown the mattress Twilight had lifted him onto last year, and was now resting comfortably on a series of thick cushions and blankets, things that didn’t require him to be moved. If somepony could lift the edges of his massive folds, they could simply slide the new cushions under his flesh and that was it. Nopony needed to worry about trying to move all of Spike at once; at least not anytime soon, though he couldn’t be sure anymore.

Several months after Twilight had moved back to Ponyville, Spike’s fat had finally accumulated enough in his face for it to become a problem; not with breathing for some reason though. That he just figured was magic at play, but he could no longer close his mouth or see past his cheeks and forehead fat.

His guards had hooked him to a feeding tube; one that continually pumped smooth, creamy fattening shakes into his stomach with no need for chewing or swallowing: the work was already done. All his body needed to do was process the exorbitant amount of calories it was being fed day in day out, almost every second of every day.

Apparently, wherever Twilight was now, she’d developed the technology that Spike was using to eat; trying to ensure nopony was inconvenienced by their size, no matter how big they were.

Spike’s world was his own thoughts, and the sensation of his stomach constantly being filled by what was being pumped into his stomach. His guards, and Twilight’s old assistants bathed him regularly and often, helping him shed the scales he was outgrowing quicker than they could form properly. They talked to him as well, telling him all about the friends who still wrote to him and tried to keep him engaged in what was going on outside of the library.

All the while, Spike tried to gauge how close he was from being able to touch the walls of the library with just his pure flab.

Meanwhile, Rarity was across town in her Carousel Boutique, trapped in what was once the business portion of her home. Now she was far too large to attempt a trip up the stairs, even if there was a team of ponies capable of lifting her mass off the floor. She was simply too wide to fit through the stairwell; and besides which she wasn’t sure if the wooden floor above her could hold her weight without buckling.

Rarity’s business was still booming; not so much in terms of full body outfits. They were almost impossible to create for ponies now, with the ever growing population literally outgrowing clothes before they were even properly started. However hats and accessories were always in high demand, as well as fetching blankets and pillow covers.

On top of her clothing empire, Rarity was approached by BubbleBeaker, who offered her as much free food as she and Sweetie could eat as long as she helped improve different brands images. She helped make functional designs into things that weren’t just tools, but were also pieces of art.

Carts, Belly Boards, scooters, and feeding apparatus were the most common for customers, and since new technology was always being designed for the growing population, there were always new designs on her desk.

Rarity still relied on her eyesight, so she was thrilled as she gained more and more weight, that the weight still seemed centered on everywhere but her face. Her face belonged to an immobile pony such as herself, but she wasn’t like Spike or Gilda who couldn’t see or eat without the help of tubes.

Rarity couldn’t help but smile as she put the finishing touches on a lovely new hat for Sweetie Belle, who was likely near the front door out of Rarity’s line of sight. After dinner, Rarity would gift Sweetie with her new hat just in time for the CMC to make their first national appearances as spokesponies for BucDonald’s. Rarity couldn’t be more proud.

Applejack was bursting at the seams with pride and happiness.

Even with her bound in an ever expanding room outside the farmhouse proper, Granny and the farmhands always kept Applejack in the know. With Big Mac officially too large to leave the kitchen, it was up to the hired help to keep Sweet Apple Acres flourishing.

Flourish it did, especially with Stout Wrangler’s help. The farm had never been so prosperous, and with Apple Bloom and her friends being chosen as spokesponies for BucDonald’s (Sweet Apple Acres apples featuring in deserts of course), their fortunes could only grow.

Applejack’s impressive stomach lifted her into the air, acting as a mattress since nothing pony made could lift Applejack enough to put something underneath her expanding mass. Her legs had long been swallowed by the dual powers of her plot and her stomach; sandwiched between countless folds and rolls that spread across the floor and pressed into each other. Granny said sometimes that it was hard to remember that Applejack had ever been pony shaped.

Applejack’s family was safe, and the farm was prosperous. She couldn’t be any happier; though she did miss helping with the chores. She hoped that Stout would find some way for her to continue working, even if they never needed money again.

Applejack missed having things to do sometimes, but she was surrounded by ponies that helped her family thrive. Plus, all the free BucDonald’s she could eat was an added bonus. Applejack enjoyed it when they had to expand her shelter: it gave her more ponies to talk to.

Fluttershy, while she was keenly missing her pony friends, was pleasantly surprised she didn’t mind not having as many pony friends to talk to. She had the delivery ponies who gave her letters almost every day (never from Twilight anymore, but she was a busy pony, it was to be expected), from her friends across Ponyville and beyond. Her animal friends were scattered across available surfaces, including the massive expanse of Fluttershy’s plot and flanks.

With Stout Wrangler’s help, Fluttershy would have had to get rid of many of her immobile friends since she lacked the dexterity to care for them properly. However, with hired hooves, Fluttershy and her friends could live comfortably.

Even Discord, who had finally succumbed to the blissful chaos of the new world, and had happily eaten himself into ‘immobility’. Up until around six months ago, he could still move, even at his impossible size. After that though, he grew more content to lay on his stomach in what was once Fluttershy’s kitchen, facing Fluttershy herself so they could still talk and have tea.

Discord didn’t use his magic much since then, either. Whenever Fluttershy asked, he simply said he didn’t have the energy for it. When he did use magic, even Fluttershy could feel the difference. It was like there wasn’t enough there anymore, which Fluttershy found odd but since Twilight had written back saying everything was fine, and not to worry, Fluttershy didn’t worry.

Discord’s hind hooves were gone, sucked into the sleeves of fat that hung off his flank and his...knees? Fluttershy still wasn’t sure what terminology to use, but it still fit, she supposed. He had use of his front paws, but all he did with them was eat or drink tea. Even then, much of his flair was gone. Truth be told, he just seemed...tired.

When the assistants came back, Fluttershy would write to Twilight again. Surely, Discord had had no trouble before and had never really seemed tired ever.

It’ll be fine. Fluttershy soothed herself, watching as Discord drifted off to sleep after binging on an impressive amount of sarsaparilla strawberry cilantro cupcakes Pinkie had sent that morning. I’m sure everything will be fine.

“Everything’s fine, Apple Bloom! Don’t worry!” Sweetie Belle tried to soothe her friend, her smile still bright under the large and exquisite hat she wore. She was resting in a comically large tent, watching as Scootaloo stuffed herself on another oat burger as Apple Bloom fretted about their...press conference? Sweetie wasn’t exactly sure what to call it; it was the ceremony revealing the Cutie Mark Crusaders to be the spokesponies for BucDonald’s.

The rewards for doing so were immense; and already visible. The three fillies were stuffed full of fast food, with a groaning table off to the side of the tent. They had their new scooters, a lifetime supply of food, and apparently if they did their job well enough; more rewards would follow.

An intern poked his head into the tent, headset on and a clipboard floating in front of his cart, “Alright girls, it’s time to go.”

Apple Bloom looked ready to cry, but Scootaloo smiled a bright smile, “C’mon! You’re with us! We’ll be fine!”

Apple Bloom nodded, popping the last of a burger into her mouth and chewing frantically, “‘k.”

“That’s the spirit!” Sweetie cried, “C’mon! We don’t want to disappoint Chuckles!”

Chuckles had looked worried when the trio had told him Twilight hadn’t eaten the burger yet, and had even seemed angry. Though later, he’d come back and apologized with a big smile on his face: Twilight had eaten it shortly after they had given her the food, and apparently Twilight had loved it! So much so that she’d placed a huge order in order to get as many as she could eat. Chuckles had been so happy.

Chuckles had asked them to become new spokesponies for BucDonald’s after Twilight moved back to Canterlot. They were thrilled, and accepted right away after asking their respective families.

Now was their public debut. Chuckles was nowhere to be seen, but Quick Serve was. He waved them onto the stage, behind the curtain so their identity was protected from the prying eyes of the public for just a few minutes longer.

Behind the curtain was a long table weighed heavily down by a spread of various goods offered by BucDonald’s: fries, burgers (oat and hay!), carrot dogs, pizza,tacos, and much more were present. Large bottles of Colta-ColaTM were present as well, glistening in the sunlight.

“Girls! I know you’ve worked...hard for this. Today I need you to...show how much you...love BucDonald’s food!”

“We have to eat...all this?” Scootaloo licked her muzzle, eyes alight with hunger though she had eaten her fair share of food inside the tent while they waited.

Quick Serve smiled brightly, “Yes ma’am! If you could get...yourselves set up behind the table, I’ll give you the...que to start eating. It’ll be when the...curtain rises.”

Scootaloo had wheeled herself to the far right of the table, glee written all over her features, “We won’t let...you down!”

Quick Serve nodded, before guiding his own scooter to the curtain, “You’ll be great,” with that, he exited onto the portion of the stage that was visible to the audience to a great cheer.

Apple Bloom parked herself beside Scootaloo, leaving Sweetie to take the far left. After situating themselves, Sweetie smiled at the still nervous Apple Bloom. Over the sounds of cheering faded, Quick Serve started his welcome speech. Apple Bloom looked ready to panic, eyes wide and fixated on the curtain.

“Apple Bloom, we’ve been eating in front of everypony for over a year now! We’ll be fine. We can do this in our sleep. Just eat like you do when it’s just us!”

Apple Bloom nodded, swallowing, “Okay.”

“You’re fine. You heard Quick Serve, we’ll be great!”

Apple Bloom nodded more emphatically, “Yes!”

Just then, the curtains began to rise allowing more cheering and applause to wash over the fillies. With nary a hesitation between the three of them, they dove into the piles of food: eating as if they hadn’t in weeks. As they ate, their flanks itched for a few seconds before stopping. Neither of the three fillies noticed, but the interns standing to both sides of the stage did.

Sweetie Belle’s flanks were adorned with a container full of french fries. Scootaloo’s was a picture-perfect oat burger. Apple Bloom’s was a slice of pizza. The girls, unknowingly, gained their cutie marks doing the thing that consumed most thoughts: eating food.

Up in a cloud mansion in the sky Rainbow Dash watched the ceremony with glee, though truthfully she was only half paying attention since she was muzzle deep into a deep dish pizza.

Shady Skies was humming in the kitchen, out of Rainbow’s sight, but Rainbow didn’t mind. Shady was always cooking, and didn’t even eat that much as she did so! She was the only pegasus Rainbow had seen for months that was mobile under her own power; using a pegasi version of a Belly Board so Shady’s stomach wouldn’t disrupt the expansive cloud layer supporting Rainbow’s house.

It paid to be the number one eating champion in Cloudsdale, which was the only reason Rainbow hadn’t had to be moved to the ground. She could afford to continually build up the cloud layer under her house so it would support her enormity. Rainbow had had to have her house be reconstructed around her to fit her expanding bulk, which turned out to be a good thing. Rainbow had forgotten how nice it was to not be wedged into an uncomfortable corner. Though she had felt bad for the mare she had trapped under her flank when the wall had disappeared.

Training Scootaloo had been a real boost to Rainbow’s confidence, and so now she was always training to up her game; after all, Pinkie had entered the next eating contest as well, so Rainbow needed to be prepared. Swallowing the last bite of pizza, Rainbow contented herself with watching the Cutie Mark Crusaders continuing battle against the feast in front of them with interest.
“You better not be slowing down in there!” Shady’s voice cut through the contentedness of being full, jolting Rainbow out of the almost food coma, “Don’t forget that Pinkie Pie is at the next contest, and you don’t want to lose to her again do you?!”

Rainbow sighed, nudging the pan away from her mouth with her muzzle, “No ma’am!”

“Good! You ready for the next course!?”

“Always!”

Shady Skies dragged herself over to Rainbow and placed a pan full of thick, cheesy lasagna down in front of Rainbow’s face, taking the empty pan, “You ready to beat Pinkie!”

Without replying, Rainbow plunged her muzzle into the pan like Soarin eating a pie. Shady smiled sourly, then turned back into the kitchen. She still had a job to do.

Pinkie swallowed the mouthful of cupcake thoughtfully, allowing the blend of flavours to dance across her tongue, even as her mind and stomach screamed for more. Pumpkin cupcakes with caramel cream cheese!? How could she not have thought of that before? Eagerly Pinkie utilized the last of her mobility and nodded, causing ripples and jiggling throughout her many chins, neck rolls, and across her gargantuan chest.

As a reward, another cupcake was popped into her open and awaiting mouth. Pinkie chewed thoughtfully. Was that mocha? With espresso buttercream? The idea was nice, but the follow through was not so good. Pinkie shook her head, and she heard the baker sigh in sadness.

“‘S’okay...make...less...bitter.” Pinkie gasped slowly through swollen lips, trying to smile that bright smile that made her eyes crinkle, even though she was blindfolded. After all, what kind of taste-tester was biased because things were baked by her friends!? Since Pinkie was friends with everypony in Ponyville, she needed to make doubly sure that things were baked goods and not baked bads.

Pinkie hummed to herself in her head, chewing on a coconut cream pie. Not very original, and BubbleBeaker already had a patented recipe. Weren’t silly ponies supposed to do their research? Pinkie shook her head again.

Pinkie couldn’t wait to see Dash at the next eating contest, so much so that Pinkie hadn’t even made a bet between herself or Gummy about how many pegasi would be needed to fly Dashie down from her home!

Maybe, if Dashie and I get to talking, we can organize for us girls to all meet up again! It’s been so long since we’ve seen Twilight.

Twilight was back in Canterlot, near Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and her home; though she never saw the latter. Ever. Celestia and Luna she saw by virtue of the three of them occupying the throne room together.

Twilight didn’t need to worry about anymore, other than making sure her precious special burgers were always at hoof, usually accompanied by fries and more milkshakes than Twilight could have thought of consuming before she got fat.

Celestia was...technically right next to Twilight, but was also as far away as she’d been when Twilight had lived in Ponyville. Princess Celestia’s stomach was a mattress, spreading meters out from her ‘torso’. Twilight’s stomach was smaller by comparison, but enormous in its own right: Twilight's and Celestia’s sides were touching, but they couldn’t reach each other, and with the constant stuffing, were only able to pant out small sentences before overcome with their addictions to fatty foods.

Celestia gorged on endless servings of chili cheese fries, the tomato sauce leaving stains all over her white fur; mostly around her muzzle and chins. Meanwhile, Princess Luna ate nothing but tacos, though with her colouring it was almost impossible to see food stains.

A tired but pleased looking mare entered the throne room, using her magic to pull a chain of carts behind her. Under her watch, these ponies were fed and looked after, and Honey Night was pleased with the results. Honey Night got to see how large ponies could get, since these three did nothing but eat. They barely talked anymore, even amongst each other.

Thanks to BubbleBeaker’s secret formula; the three mares in front of her were so fixated on their choice of food that they wanted nor cared about anything else. They just mindlessly gorged on the piles of food in front of them, happily munching and crunching through their endless feasts, never realizing how much weight they were putting on.

No hooves were visible, just pillow-like appendages where hooves were buried under untold layers of fat. If it weren’t for their central position in the throne room, Celestia’s massive size alone would have crushed the dias and throne she once held court from. Luna would have crushed her old bed if she could lift herself onto it. Twilight was so large she couldn’t fit into any sized cart at all, much less any other furniture built for the largest of normal ponies.

The three ponies who caused the most threat to BubbleBeaker’s monopoly over the world were so consumed by their own addictions that they cared nothing for the changing world around them. They were so absorbed in their own food, that they no longer even cared for themselves.

Across Canterlot, in the new more modern section of the city, BubbleBeaker sat behind a truly large desk, watching with unrestricted glee as Stout Wrangler’s body seemed to just ooze forward every few seconds. This was thanks to the new formula his scientists in Griffonstone had developed, which used magic and dragon scales to help boost the processing of calories into fat without allowing the body to realize it had access to an abundance of magic (and food) again.

To the left of Stout was BubbleBeaker’s crowning achievement: a web of video feeds that allowed him to see his work unfold. Some were from TV stations around the world, and many were stationed in Ponyville and in Canterlot. At any time, BubbleBeaker could turn the monitors on and watch as Equestria fell more and more under his control.

Now, he could see Twilight and the Princesses in the palace; gorging themselves into sizes that had previously been unthinkable, all thanks to the addicting formula that Stout Wrangler was currently enjoying the end product of. The Princesses and Twilight had been too dangerous to wait for the full formula, but they were still facing the consequences of their gluttony.

There was Gilda’s bakery, where Gilda’s mass had finally gotten so large that she could no longer fit into a building.

The town square in Ponyville: absolutely bursting with fat ponies watching the Cutie Mark Crusaders eat a truly tremendous amount of BucDonald’s. They were the right choice for spokesponies, it was evident even though they didn’t have their cutie marks yet.

BubbleBeaker leaned back in his chair, eyes moving lazily from monitor to monitor, though he watched a scene unfolding between Discord and Fluttershy. Discord was subject to a strong magical depletion spell, cast constantly by Fluttershy’s assistants to help keep the beast under control. Besides which, Discord had friends now, and this just kept him nice and docile for everyone involved. It was easier that way, and less messy.

BubbleBeaker smiled at his expansive empire, “I told you Twilight. I said you’d see the whole picture.”