Apple Bloom waddled down the cramped street of Canterlot, wincing as her sides brushed the cold walls of the almost-alley. Finding the back door to her small house, Apple Bloom wearily opened the door, and locked it behind her.

Apple Bloom, in a well-practised move, slid the platter of uneaten food off of her flabby back and onto her kitchen table. Pouring herself a tankard of Applejack’s cider, she eased her weight onto the reinforced chair.

Uncovering the dish, Apple Bloom’s mouth watered. As she began to eat the perfect, cheesy lasagne, she smiled in joy at what she’d been doing to help ponies.

Apple Bloom excelled at making delicious dishes that helped ponies put on weight, as was clearly evident by her own physique. That had heralded her career into serving the old or sick ponies in Canterlot, trying to get them to healthier weights. Her healthy, calorie-laden food helped ponies of all ages.

So far anypony who entered the clinic where she worked, staff included, had gained at least ten pounds. Apple Bloom was happy, and loved seeing other ponies get healthier. She loved helping ponies. She loved cooking, and most importantly, she loved eating her own food.

Apple Bloom loved her life now, and she couldn’t help but find it hilariously absurd that she’d found this happiness because of Sweetie Belle’s stretch marks. Apple Bloom shoved the last of the lasagne in her mouth, chasing it down with the last of the cider.

Sighing contentedly, Apple Bloom leaned back in her chair. Heaving herself to her tired hooves, Apple Bloom plodded to her bedroom, eyes catching the circled date on her calendar out of the corner of her eye. She stopped, and partially turned, staring at the calendar. Tomorrow’s date was circled in red pen, with a red line striking across the next week.

Blinking, trying to get her tired brain to remember, Apple Bloom suddenly remembered. Her vacation to Ponyville, where she’d see the Cutie Mark Crusaders again!

“I can’t believe I almost forgot!” A dumb smile stretched Apple Bloom’s mouth, creating big dimples in her spherical cheeks, “Oh! I’ve got to pack! Where did I put those tickets!?”

Moving as quickly as she could at her current size, Apple Bloom ignored the uncomfortable jiggling her body produced as she rifled through her desk and dresser, trying to find her tickets for the Friendship Express.

Eventually, she found them in her sock drawer. Happily packing some things in her suitcase, Apple Bloom gently placed the tickets beside her house keys, so she wouldn’t forget them in the morning.

In spite of her excitement, Apple Bloom’s exhausted body won the battle for sleep just seconds after her head hit her pillow.

Scootaloo watched as one of her handlers scrubbed in between her massive rolls, mildly impressed at the mare’s strength and efficiency. Sighing, Scootaloo used what she had left of her mobility to wiggle a little, distributing some of her fat into more comfortable positions.

“Peachy Blossom is here to see you,” a voice over the intercom said.

Peachy Blossom walked into the room, completely ignoring the handler. Peachy was Scootaloo’s agent. She did a lot of the dirty work that came with Scootaloo’s career choice: competitive eating contest champion. Peachy signed Scootaloo up, negotiated contracts with Scootaloo’s major sponsors, and helped keep the young mare organized, comfortable, and well-fed.

It was a tough job for Peachy, Scootaloo knew, but Peachy did it well.

“What...is..it?” Scootaloo wheezed, trying not to moan in pleasure when her handler scrubbed at a particularly sore spot on her back.

“You’re friends Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are coming back for your reunion, do you remember?”

Scootaloo’s spherical face brightened, her eyes widening enough to be easily seen from between her two blubbery cheeks, “Of...course I do!”

“Good. Would you like the chefs to prepare a large enough meal befitting their company, or-”

“No...let Apple Bloom...know she can have...the kitchen.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Make sure...no appointments,” Even speaking simple sentences left Scootaloo winded, panting for air under her over-thousand pounds of fat. She was a prisoner trapped within her own flesh, certainly but it was all worth it. The celebrity, the wonderful ponies she met, and the food all made it worth it.

“Already done,” Peachy smiled, “Don’t worry about it.”

Scootaloo beamed, “Thanks.”

“I’ll leave to to your routine then, dear. I’ll see you soon!” With that, Peachy left, shutting the door behind her.

Scootaloo sighed, shutting her eyes and trying to enjoy her bath. Her handler moved to clean the many folds of her hind legs, working quickly and confidently.

“This...is...the life,” Scootaloo breathed.

Sweetie Belle had to pay for a whole row of seating on the Friendship Express due to her bulk. In spite of her travelling and work, she continued to gain an unprecedented amount of weight, even though she moved a lot. Though, remembering exactly how much she’d packed away at each restaurant she’d been too was staggering. She operated under the thought that you couldn’t understand somepony’s cooking by eating just one or two dishes.

Her weight had it’s drawbacks, but for the most part, Sweetie was content. She ate at the upcoming restaurants in Equestria, and she wrote about how good or bad each one was. Most passed, as many were popular for good reasons. Her work was critically acclaimed, and with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s help, she’d published a few books.

Sweetie’s career was successful, and she couldn’t be happier about it. Her friendships were strong, and she had more friends than she could count now. She loved eating, she loved writing, and she loved her life.

Even if her weight had a few drawbacks, over all she was happy with how she looked. Her legs had muscles, but they were covered with so much fat nopony knew they were there but her. They were thick, rubbing her stomach all the time, little sleeves of fat beginning to try to sag down over the shoulder joints.

Her flanks and plot were indistinguishable from one-another, constantly fighting (and losing) a fight with gravity. Stretch marks covered most of her flesh, when cellulite wasn’t visible. The only unmarked piece of skin was where her Cutie Marks were. A sagging, massive stomach hung heavily from her barrel. It was well past her knees, but wasn’t near enough to the ground to give Sweetie pause.

Soon, the train would stop in Ponyville, and Sweetie would see her friends for the first time in months. In the back of her mind, she’d wondered how much weight Scootaloo had added to her already massive frame.

Sweetie was also curious about Apple Bloom, who had made a name for herself as somepony who helped to sick ponies find joy in food again. While Apple Bloom’s focus had shifted from feeding herself and the SMC, had she continued to put on weight at the same rate she had been doing before leaving for Canterlot?

Sweetie wasn’t sure, and she was very excited to see her friends again. Sighing, she sat back and waited for the familiar hills of Ponyville to appear.

(LINE BREAK)

Apple Bloom didn’t know what day it was, nor did she know if Celestia’s sun was shining or if Luna’s sky was bright with stars. Apple Bloom didn’t know, and didn’t care to know. She was with her friends, and they were having fun.

After arriving at Scootaloo’s large house, Apple Bloom had helped Scootaloo’s chefs cook up a truly massive feast. In the span of hours, there was enough food to feed the whole of Ponyville at least once.

When Sweetie had arrived, the three mares had made themselves comfortable, and began to eat. They chattered off and on, happy to simply be in each other’s presence.

It had been...two days? Maybe three? Since then, and Apple Bloom hated to admit it, but she’d missed this. She’d missed mindlessly gorging for hours on end, falling asleep, and then doing it all over again.

Looking down at herself, as much as she could, Apple Bloom felt a little disgusted at how filthy her coat had become after untold hours of eating. She didn’t care enough to do anything about it, though, and she knew Sweetie and Scootaloo were just as bad.

Three mares, who had once been three fillies, back together again for a time. Happily slurping down thousands of calories at a time, not caring about what anypony else thought of their habits or body.

This was the life for Apple Bloom, and she couldn’t imagine anything else. Happiness was theirs, no matter what anypony else said.

“More?” Scootaloo wheezed.

“Please!” Apple Bloom and Sweetie replied as one.

A little bell was rung, and all they had to do was wait for the next course to be served.

Apple Bloom made herself comfortable, comforted by her expanding, morbidly obese frame.

Author's Note

This is it this time I swear. Short, and sweet, but fun to write.