Weeks had passed, and Apple Bloom was happy to note that despite everypony trying to curb the CMC’s new gains; nothing had worked. Mostly due to Apple Bloom herself. The CMC had worked hard to upgrade the clubhouse without Applejack’s knowledge; they had installed a small oven, and a fridge. With discounts and promises of doing more work, the CMC had quickly taken care of any debts they owed, and often ate loads of Apple Bloom’s baking.

Apple Bloom had always liked baking, and making food in general, with her family; as making apple-based goods was always a part of running the farm. Apple Bloom had never realized how much she enjoyed it, however, until she made the most rich food she could for the simple task of making her friends, and herself, larger.

Apple Bloom pulled a batch of apple fritters out of the oven, noting with glee that the cinnamon and sugar had created a glaze overtop, and that none of them had broken open during the cooking process. Her nose was tantalized by the smells of sweet apples, caramel, and spices.

There’s those done. Now I’ll try that cupcake recipe Pinkie gave me! Humming an off-key tune under her breath, Apple Bloom waddled her way to the fridge, and pulled out the ingredients that she’d need. Looking at the clock Sweetie Belle had found told Apple Bloom the others would be back just in time for the cupcakes to be done.

Apple Bloom thought about herself, and the changes to her body. She had thought that she might have hit some form of milestone last Wednesday, and had hoped the weight gain Cutie Mark would appear. None had, but the wave of disappointment had led to her baking more than enough treats to keep herself, and her friends, stocked for several days.

Apple Bloom’s body had undergone a lot of changes in the months since Sweetie had gained those first few pounds. Luckily, Apple Bloom’s skin was stretchy, and wasn’t prone to stretch marks like Applejack and Sweetie Belle. At first, Apple Bloom’s gains hadn’t focused on one area; the new pounds of squishy fat had deposited evenly around her body. That had changed around twenty pounds ago, and Apple Bloom had found her flanks and plot thickening much quicker than everything else had been.

Scootaloo’s stomach was large. It hung down so far that if Scootaloo crouched, it touched the ground. That’s not to say that the rest of her wasn’t quickly burgeoning outward, but her stomach in all it’s squishy glory was the largest part of the little pegasus. Her wings were coated in a little layer of fat, she had a definite double chin, and Scootaloo’s thighs touched her stomach at all times. If it weren’t for the simple fact that the adults were doing all they could to stop the trio from gaining, Apple Bloom figured Scootaloo would be immobile; pinned to the ground by her stomach.

Thinking about the added pounds her food was giving to herself and her friends, Apple Bloom felt joy blooming in her chest. She wriggled her hips in delight at the thought of every treat she had baked that day making her friends (and herself) even more squishy and fat as time went on.

Apple Bloom felt an odd feeling in her flanks, a tingling, itchy feeling, but simply assumed she had brushed them up against the flour again, and her body was simply trying to tell her to wipe off the itchy powder before it was caked on because of sweat.

Pushing the last tray of cupcakes into the oven, Apple Bloom pulled a clean rag from a chest, and twisted herself so she could even wipe her flank. She dropped the rag onto the floor, and stared in amazement.

A Cutie Mark adorned her flank, swollen to a large size because of the size of her flank. Three cupcakes atop a scale. Twisting to the other side, Apple Bloom found the same image on her other flank.

Apple Bloom let out a cheer of happiness, just as the door to the clubhouse opened, and Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle waddled in. Their eyes went wide, and they began hollering in joy as they noticed the mark.

“It’s a cooking mark! I can’t believe it! Haven’t we already tried that?!” Scootaloo waddled over as fast as she could, her stomach bouncing off the floor in her excitement.

“Not with the goal of making ourselves fatter! I’m supposed to make other ponies gain weight with my cooking! Can you believe it?!”

“That’s awesome, Apple Bloom!” Sweetie exclaimed, “I guess there are weight gain Cutie Marks.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Apple Bloom looked down at her mark, and felt a real joy build up in her heart.

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Sweetie Belle bit into one of Apple Bloom’s sweet apple fritters, indulging herself with one more before she finished writing the assignment due in school the next day. Since Apple Bloom had earned her Cutie Mark, she’d been baking almost non-stop when not at school or trying to help Sweetie and Scootaloo figure out what they wanted to do.

Applejack had been forced to let her sister be, and as such, the CMC’s weight had skyrocketed. Scootaloo had to use a modified scooter to get around, one that lifted her belly off the ground. Apple Bloom had broken her desk at school, and Sweetie had been writing little songs about the deliciousness that Apple Bloom produced.

Sweetie’s body had expanded all over, leaving her jiggling and wiggling all over. Her butt sagged over her hind legs, her belly hung past her knees, and Rarity hated how fat her sister had gotten. Rarity was always nagging Sweetie about her body, demanding she try diets and exercise regimes. Sweetie hated every moment of it all.
Sweetie shook herself. She looked down at her almost completed critique and smiled. The assignment was to critique something in Ponyville. A business, food, and restaurants were all popular choices. Sweetie had decided to critique Apple Bloom’s baked goods, ranging from a pie, cookies, donuts, and finishing with the fritters. In all, Sweetie found the assignment to be a lot of fun. In fact, she wouldn’t mind doing the assignment over, and over, and over again. Sweetie licked her lips at the thought of going from restaurant to restaurant, tasting endless dishes, and making bits by reviewing them.

Just as Sweetie finished the critique, she felt an odd sensation on her flanks. Sweetie twisted around to look, hoping she hadn’t hurt herself sitting in the tight chair. Instead, she found a quill next to a wide array of different dishes. Immediately, the meaning dawned: I’m meant to be a food critic!

Sweetie let out an excited squeal, pushing herself out of her too-tight chair, “Rarity! I got my Cutie Mark!”

Sweetie would always remember the look of horror when Rarity realized her little sister would never be ‘little’ again. However, the joy of the rest of her life eventually dulled the hurt.

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Scootaloo couldn’t help but be miserable. Both of her friends had their Cutie Marks, but her ever-growing flank was still blank. When Scootaloo was miserable, she ate, and because of how miserable she had been, she hadn’t left her house in several days. Had barely moved, content to sit in her room and eat away at everything she had stashed there.

Now, however, school had started again, since the long weekend had passed. Scootaloo wished she could stay and eat, and watch in her mirror as every new fold and inch of her body appeared. With a sudden realization, Scootaloo realized that all she really wanted to do was gain weight.

A tingly, itchy feeling spread across Scootaloo’s flanks. Feeling curious as to what was making her flank so itchy, since she couldn’t see herself around her belly, Scootaloo tried to stand for the first time in almost two days. Leaning back so her hind legs touched the ground, Scootaloo pushed hard, flapping with her nearly useless wings.

Nothing. Twisting her head to see, and wriggling around experimentally, Scootaloo realized her hooves hadn’t touched the floor at all: they had planted themselves in a layer of her own fat. Trying again, Scootaloo managed to be able to plant her front hooves on the ground, and pull herself forward. She managed to drag herself over, her forelegs burning with exertion.

The sight in the mirror made her scream in triumph. A Cutie Mark had appeared, and Scootaloo could see that it was exactly what she wanted. It wa a scale, one that showed a number many times her current weight. Scootaloo hoped the numbers on the scale would grow along with her.

Now she had to tackle the problem of getting to school. Or getting help. Scootaloo realized she would be lucky to move under her own power anytime soon. For some reason, that thought filled her with joy.

Author's Note

I wrote this really quickly, but I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing this.

Again, I'm not sure if I'll write more. Feel free to leave suggestions and ideas in a comment, or feel free to message me.
Happy reading!