Captured

Twilight Sparkle looked around the newly clean room, feeling a pride at the work they'd done, even though they'd had to stop and rest, or eat, frequently. Applejack was currently cooking a dinner that once would have fed half of Ponyville.

Rainbow was still strapped to the feedbag. Her stomach was coated in such a thick layer of fat that you couldn't see how full she was. However, her non-stop eating had slowed to about a bite every ten minutes, in between groaning and whimpering. She had stopped crying some time ago, but it was plain to see how miserable she was.

Pinkie was laying on one of the couches, her stomach rock hard and bloated outward. She was sleeping off the huge binge she'd had earlier, and despite the fact she'd been packed with food, Twilight could hear it growling already.

Twilight's stomach rumbled, and Twilight rubbed at it with a hoof, “Do you need a hoof Applejack?”

“Nah! I got it, Twi!” Applejack replied, stirring at something in a pot, “Thanks, though. Do you wonder where whats-his-name went? He doesn't usually leave us alone for this long.”

Twilight shrugged, “No idea. When are you going to be done?”

“Maybe ten minutes. Can you and the others set the table?”

“I think we should eat in the living room, with Rainbow,” Twilight said quietly, looking over her rump to see Rainbow taking another bite from the feedbag.

Applejack nodded, “All right, sugar cube. Bring the plates out then, I could eat a mule!”

Twilight smiled weakly, “I'm hungry too, but I'm still worried-”

“I know. When we get out, we'll get fit again, no matter how long that takes.”

Twilight used her magic to lift the plates and cutlery, and brought them to the living room table, jostling Pinkie awake, who raised her head, “Dinner!?”

“Soon,” Twilight replied, sitting in the chair beside Rainbow's bed. She looked up at her immobile friend, and smiled reassuringly, “We'll be okay.”

Rainbow's eyes looked exhausted, but she nodded weakly.

Just as Applejack and Twilight brought in dinner, static filled the room, followed by the distorted voice of their captor.

“Have you learned your lesson, now, Rainbow?”

Rainbow nodded frantically, making her whole body jiggle and flap with the movement. The voice chuckled, “I honestly don't think you have. However, I know making you suffer isn't the way to go. I have to pick on one of your friends for this little lesson to stick.”

Rainbow made distressed, squealing noises, her head shaking. Her jowls and chins shook, and the voice's chuckle turned into a hearty laugh.

“Oh yes, m'dear. Now, who will I?-”

“Stop it!” Twilight called, storming over so she stood beside Rainbow, “This is-mmph!”

The feedbag was suddenly strapped to Twilight's mouth, and she tried to shake it off. A small question pestered the back of her mind: What is your favourite food? Twilight's brain happily supplied the answer: thick slabs of cheesy lasagne.

Then, Twilight's mouth began to work, forcing her mouth to open, chew, and swallow just what her brain had supplied; however, it was the best lasagne Twilight had ever had. The tomato sauce was perfection, the noodles cooked just right, with thick layers of cheese between the sauce and noodles.

Twilight stopped struggling, standing on shaking legs and breathing as heavily as she could without choking on the lasagne. She felt tears stream down her face, and heard the others yelling, but it was decided: she would be wearing the feedbag for now.

Twilight lowered herself to the chair beside Rainbow, mouth working frantically to process the food that was being forced into it. Her jaw soon ached, but she had been so hungry before all this, and now she was going to be fed until her max capacity was reached, then kept there.

Twilight calmed herself down, resting a hoof on a frantically struggling Rainbow Dash's stomach, stilling the movement. Rainbow calmed down marginally, tears streaming from her own eyes, “I'm so sorry, Twilight.”

Twilight shrugged, mouth still working quickly. She sighed, leaning back into the chair, and simply waited until she was done. Twilight hoped it would be a short period of time, but she somehow knew that she would be like this for a while.

A large part of Twilight was disgusted to note a small section of herself was pleased with this; happy to always be kept full without having to do much work.

(LINE BREAK)

Fluttershy stared around the darkened room, hearing soft snoring coming from the majority of her friends. Fluttershy didn't want to admit it, but she was slightly jealous of the others weights. She was the smallest of all of them, and it was painfully obvious, even though her rump was disproportionally large comparing to the rest of her.

Fluttershy looked over to the sleeping figure of Rainbow, now and forever bound in a sitting position, pinned down by massive buttocks and stomach. Rarity was on the verge of immobility, with Twilight following after. Pinkie was moving around a lot slower as well, and Applejack's stomach kept her from moving much at all. Fluttershy, as large as her plot had become, could still move around with relative ease.

As soon as Fluttershy admitted this to herself, a silver tray, heaped with various foods, appeared at the foot of her bed with a flash of night blue magic. A note lay on top.

If you get bigger, perhaps the others will feel better about their situation. You don't want to make them feel uncomfortable in their enormity, do you?

Fluttershy felt her heart speed up a little. She looked around once more, and sighed. She pulled the tray closer, noting that every single foodstuff seemed to be dripping grease or butter. Fluttershy steeled herself, and dug in, not even noting what it was that she was putting inter her body.

Elsewhere…

The pony watching the group smiled, and read the displays from the scales he'd hid in every bed. Everypony was improving greatly. Soon, they could be returned, and the exceedingly entertaining plan of watching every pony on Equestria continue to fatten would continue with renewed vigor.

He smiled, watching as Fluttershy binged on the oat burgers, potato and hay fries, garlic bread, and heavy soups he'd given her. He licked his lips, and prepared to pull another all-nighter. Maybe, if he played his cards right, everyone in the room would soon be over seven-hundred pounds.

That would please the boss...