Spitfire awoke the rest of the Wonderbolts with a screech. Soon after waking up, everypony within the facility was shocked, horrified, and stupefied.

Seemingly overnight, everypony had gained a staggering amount of weight. All of the formerly fit pegasi were all carrying at least fifty extra pounds of weight on their frames, and it showed. Bunks creaked as they tried to get themselves out of bed to see their commander. Pajamas that had once fit were stretched, torn, and bursting at the seams.

What would have taken seconds took the group of frightened, disoriented pegasi minutes. By that time, Spitfire had managed to get out of bed, and was visibly shaken. She took in the sight of her fattened squadron with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

Looking at his commander, Soarin was just as taken aback. Whereas most of the pegasi had gained around fifty pounds, it looked like Spitfire had packed on over two-hundred pounds. Unlike the others, her pyjamas were gone. Clearly, they had given up the battle of covering their owner long ago.

“What happened?!” She finally stammered, breaking the awkward silence.

Ponies looked at each other, hoping somepony would know. Nopony knew anything, however.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Spitfire did her best to try to calm herself down, and get herself back into ‘commander’ mode as her teammates called it.

“Alright, everypony, we don’t know what’s going on, or how this happened. I’m going to write to Princess Celestia and when I’m finished I expect the lot of you to be jogging laps around this facility! I’ll join you when the letter is sent. Go, go, go!”

Ponies hastily shed their too-tight pajamas on their way out. There was a heap of too small clothes on the floor, but they could be cleaned later. Heaving herself to her desk, Spitfire began the letter as promised.

It was disorienting, holding the pen between her jaws and feeling her fat chins squishing together while her neck fat swayed as her head moved. The waves of fat caused her chest to jiggle in response, and Spitfire couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. If it was just the Wonderbolts that were affected; then there would need to be an investigation. This was clearly some form of curse…

Spitfire caught sight of her calendar, and dropped the pen. It clattered against her desk, rolling to fall onto the floor. Ever since she was a school-filly, Spitfire had crossed off the days of the calendar. Partially to help her keep track of important dates, and to help keep herself organized.

If her calendar was right, they were missing over a month of time. Trying to stand up from her chair, Spitfire realized something: she had seated herself so firmly that her plot was bulging out of the spaces at the sides of her chair. The feeling was beginning to hurt, pinching the sensitive flesh and reinforcing just how large Spitfire felt.

Scooting herself away from her desk, Spitfire strained to get herself out of the chair like she’d had when she’d been fit. Her fat plot refused to budge. Grunting, Spitfire rocked herself forward to put all four hooves on the ground. With an aggressive shake, Spitfire broke the chair against the back wall, sending her entire mass shaking from the impact.

Reaching around with a hoof, trying to touch the tender spots of her plot, Spitfire realized she lacked the flexibility to reach that far back behind her. Panting for breath, and sweating like a pig from such a simple thing made her reach down and grasp the pen again.

Hopefully it’s just us. Please, oh please let it just be us that’s like this.

(LINE BREAK)

Soarin had barely taken three steps at a pace that he would call ‘pathetically slow’ and he already felt like giving up and curling back into his bunk. Glancing to the others, he wasn’t the only one in this situation.

As much as he was loathe to admit it, Spitfire was the largest of the Wonderbolts. A much as he was suffering, Soarin didn’t want to imagine what it would be like to try to do this at her size. Soarin grit his teeth, trying to pick up his feet a little higher off the ground.

Already the strain was burning his muscles, and he could feel his muscles threaten to cramp. Wheezing for breath, tears springing to his eyes as his lungs burned. Sweat started pouring off of him, prickling his skin and gathering in the soft rolls of his back and under his wings.

Slowing down to a stop, Soarin had to move to the side of the track, coughing from how hard he was wheezing. Looking around, he realized he wasn’t the only one who had to stop. Frustration, as well as bile, clawed at the back of his throat. This was supposed to be easy, they were supposed to be the elite flying force of Equestria and they couldn’t even move a few meters without having to stop and rest.

Flapping his wings experimentally, he winced at how heavy they felt. It felt weird to even use his wings, and he could feel just how out of practice he was. Swallowing, Soarin took several deep breaths. Then, he stopped.

Sniffing experimentally, Soarin couldn’t help but be drawn to the mess hall. The smell...was that pie!? Not really noticing the others following, Soarin squeezed himself through the too narrow door.

The space had been converted into a buffet overnight. Steaming trays full of all sorts of foods, ranging from breakfast, to lunch, to dinner fare. Accompanied by several beverage machines and a large dessert cart. The cart was piled high with all sorts of goods, but what caught Soarin’s eye was a pyramid of glistening, steaming pies.

Not really conscious of what he was doing, Soarin let his stomach make the choice for him. Taking the uppermost pie from the pyramid, Soarin set it on a tray. Looking at it, his stomach grumbled loudly, the force of it making his new fat ripple. Soarin decided the lone pie looked lonely, and put three more on the tray.

Setting the tray down on a table, Soarin poured himself a large glass of milk from one of the machines, taking a cautious sip. It was frothy, and thick, and delicious. Perfect to accompany his pies.

Forgoing knife and fork, Soarin stuck his entire muzzle into the first pie, groaning in ecstasy as the tart apple filling graced his tongue, accompanied by a caramel sauce inside and a crunchy sugar glaze on top.

With barely a second thought, Soarin devoured the pie in record timing. Downing the glass of milk, he was surprised to see that another glass was set before him. Looking up from his hunger-induced frenzy, Soarin saw a pegasus he’d never seen before.

She had a coat that was the same shade as vanilla buttercream, her mane and tail a shocking green. She was fatter than Spitfire, clearly suffering exhaustion by just standing. A smile graced her fat face, causing dimples to appear.

Soarin was caught off guard, “W-who are you?”

“I’m Greenleaf. I’ve been your new chef here for well over a month!”

“A-a month? But…” Soarin’s mind blanked. He had just gone to sleep the night before his fit, athletic self. He’d woken up to find himself a blob of fat, and none of his teammates faring any better.

“Your old chef retired, remember? She sprained her hoof and since she was so close to retirement anyway, you all came together to raise the last money she needed to live comfortably for the rest of her life.”

Soarin’s eyebrows furrowed. Now that it was mentioned, he did remember the incident. But, they hadn’t hired anyone yet-

“Don’t worry about it, Soarin! You’re too hungry to think straight! I saw your guys’s run! Very impressive for ponies of your sizes!”

Before Soarin could reply, his mind still spinning, Greenleaf shoved his muzzle into the second pie. The taste of chocolate and coconut wiped his concerns from his mind, and his stomach roared for more food.

Without prompting, the other Wonderbolts binged on their own foodstuffs of choice, all being waited on by Greenleaf.

Author's Note

This is for Shamrock95 who sent me this prompt forever ago. Sorry about that, btw. University has been really weird getting back into the schedule of after a year off.

In other news, I turned 21 today and all I wanted to do was have some fun writing. So I did.

If you haven't read any of Shamrock's work, you really should. Lot's of good fattening pony stories to be had!

Hope you all enjoy!