If Wishes Were Horses

Eating herself into immobility was amazing. Sweetie spent as much time with her sister as she’d wanted, ate what she wanted when, and didn’t need to worry about working up a sweat for anything. She could sleep when she wanted, for as long as she wanted, and it didn’t matter when she woke up anymore. Nopony could tell her what to do for the first time in her life, and it was freeing.

It was heaven. In spite of all the problems Sweetie faced at her size, this life was still a good one. Which was evidenced by how much she still ate. Nonstop, around the clock except for when she was asleep.

Speaking of, Sweetie thought. Her eyes were burning with exhaustion. She’d eaten her way through a feast of fast food. Sweetie yawned, and settled herself down for a nap.

Sweetie dreamed for what seemed like an eternity. About food, her friends, her family. Everyone was fat and happy, and it was all because of her wish. Sweetie loved the dream, and was lovingly devouring her mother’s famous cake before the door to the boutique opened, and Princess Luna waddled through it.

Luna had become hugely fat since the last time Sweetie had seen the princess in her dreams. Luna’s stomach was mere centimeters off the floor, swaying ponderously underneath her, even as her tree-trunk legs shook with the exertion of keeping herself upright. Fat, chipmunk cheeks sagged into multiple chins and jowls, squishing together as Luna moved. Luna was coated in fat rolls that obscured her once svelte figure, and made her appearance quite different from some ponies Sweetie had seen before she’d eaten herself into immobility.

“Princess Luna!” Sweetie squeaked, “How are you? Why are you here? This isn’t a nightmare.”

“I know it was you that wished for all of this,” Luna said, gesturing to the frozen ponies mid-feast. There was not an averaged sized pony among them. All were well-within the throws of obesity.

“What’s so wrong with it?” Sweetie asked, turning to look around, “Everyone’s happy. This has been great!”

“Everypony has been deeply affected by your wish, Sweetie,” Luna said, “And you need to see how it’s affecting those closest to you so you’ll fix it.”

Sweetie nodded, waddling heavily, to stand near Princess Luna, “Okay? I guess. I don’t see what the big deal is so long as everypony’s happy. If everypony is happy, there’s nothing to fix, right?”

Luna said nothing, pouring magic into her horn. Sweetie’s dream melted away, and was replaced by the image of Sweet Apple Acres’ barn. At least, Sweetie was pretty sure it was the barn. It was hard to tell with all the new technology scattered around. Conveyor belts lined the walls, disappearing through holes in the walls and reappearing through others. In the center of the room, lay Applejack and Apple Bloom.

The pair of sisters were immense. Clearly immobilized by hundreds of pounds of fat, their fat faces rested near a conveyor belt. Occasionally, the seemingly endless motion of the belts would stop, just long enough for the two mares to eat delectable looking baked goods.

As Sweetie watched, the pair finished what looked like an apple pie in record time. They both nodded to Big Mac, who was standing nearby with a clipboard. He made some sort of note, and the whole process would begin again.

Watching this process go on for a while more, Sweetie was struck with how novel it was to not be in the boutique. Stealing her chance to move around in the dreamscape, because the Creators knew she couldn’t while awake, Sweetie explored the once familiar place.

It looked like a lot of the Apple family, distant relative or close, was in the barn, which had been expanded. Half seemed to be making food for Applejack and Apple Bloom, while the other half seemed to be cranking out goods for commercial sale, if the packaging was anything to go by.

It was..hard to watch, if Sweetie was being honest. It looked like hard work, and Applejack and Apple Bloom seemed to eat endlessly. The other family members were all fat as well, but they weren’t eating anything.

“The demand on Sweet Apple Acres is immense,” Luna said when Sweetie returned from her exploration, “It’s taking all of the family to take care of Applejack and Apple Bloom, as well as meet Ponyville’s demands for goods.The ponies here are working hard, but a lot of processes are mechanized now. Their weights are still skyrocketing, so this won’t be able to continue for long. As more of them become too fat to work, the more work will be put upon everypony else. This system won’t remain viable for long, not if this continues in this fashion.”

Before Sweetie could say anything else, the scene once again changed. It was the schoolhouse...or at least what was left. No furniture remained inside, all of it crushed by the burgeoning students and teacher long ago.

Now, only two ponies remained in the small schoolhouse. The first was Cheerilee, who had long become immobile from the endless stream of free ‘promotional goods’ for the fillies and colts to try over the day. She was in the front portion of the room, taking up most of the room that would have easily held her desk, chair, whiteboard, and whatever else she needed for the day.

Cheerilee was massive, her hooves sucked into the sleeves of fat hanging off her useless legs. Her stomach and rear pooled underneath and around her like a soft mattress, keeping her well insulated from the cold, hard ground. Even her head was spherical, rolls and bulges of fat making it clear that she hadn’t done anything but eat for a long time.

The second pony in the room was Scootaloo. She’d been stuck in the schoolhouse when she’d finally decided to try to leave but hadn’t been able to get her hooves onto the ground. She was similarly immobile like Cheerilee. She took up a significant portion of the back part of the room. Her wings were buried in her fat rolls, as was her tail. She was incredibly fat. Not full of fat rolls like some ponies, giving her a smoother appearance than Cheerilee.

“Ponies are getting trapped by their weight,” Luna said as Sweetie examined Cheerilee again, watching her eat an order of fries, “They can’t control their appetites anymore. Even if they want to lose weight, they can’t in this society you’ve created.”

Sweetie opened her mouth to say something, but the scene changed. They were outside Fluttershy’s cottage now, underneath a huge makeshift tent.Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were underneath it, basking in the cool morning breeze.

Both were beyond massive. They were hooked up to oxygen tanks and other medical equipment, being monitored by some fat doctor in another adjacent tent. Moving closer, Sweetie could see why. Aside from their muzzles, everything else was so packed full of fat it was impossible to discern that these were ponies. They were blind, mouths hanging limply open. Sweetie doubted they could even twitch a muscle under their immense bulk.

Animals were climbing up their massive bodies, a long line brining a constant stream of food to Rainbow and Fluttershy. It seemed endless, stretching into the bowels of Fluttershy’s house.

“The animals aren’t being cared for,” Luna said, “and the weather hasn’t been able to change. Important jobs aren’t being done because so much of the populace is becoming immobile due to their own appetites.”

“Are the animals happy?” Sweetie asked.

Luna sighed, “They appear to be, but they should be the ones being taken care of. It’s the natural order of things.” Luna shook her head, her horn igniting again.

The scene changed once more, to the gardens outside of Canterlot palace. The maze and statuary were all gone, Creators knew where.

Sweetie was astounded at the sight in front of her. Twilight, Princess Celestia, Discord, and Princess Cadance were arranged in a semi-circle formation. All of them were beyond massive, the fattest creatures Sweetie had ever laid eyes upon.

Even though there was some distance between them all, Sweetie could see that their massive bodies were pressed tightly against one another, forming thick rolls of fat that were competing with each other for space.

“Twilight and Cadance came for a feast a few months ago,” Luna explained, “By the time it was over, they were both too fat to get home. The four of them have replaced their healthier passions with trying to fill the void in their hearts and stomachs with food. They care for nothing but to satiate their endless hunger. I am the only one with enough willpower to fight my hunger, which is why I searched to find out what caused all of this. Which is how I found you.”

Sweetie was still in awe of the ponies (and Draconequus), in front of her, “They’re so big,” She murmured.

Luna sighed, and the scene changed again. Someplace hot, arid, and seemingly devoid of plant life. There was a moment of confusion before Sweetie turned around. She was in some valley, surrounded by all sides by steep cliffs. Dragons were everywhere, and they made the four beings in Canterlot look small by comparison.

“This is the Dragon Lands?” Sweetie squeaked, taking in the sights of the huge dragons around. Now she was paying attention, not all the dragons in this valley were blobs, for there were thinner dragons tending to the immobile ones.

Sweetie saw what looked like a purple hill, and waddled closer. It was Spike, it had to be. He sat beside Ember, who was also incredibly fat.

Both dragons were past the point of immobility, past the point of ‘blob’ status. As Sweetie watched, she saw the pair be attended to smaller dragons, being fed and massaged because they were growing so quickly that they were shedding scales quickly, little pools of flab leaking out in between the scales themselves.

Both Spike and Ember were too fat to even bend their claws. Were too fat to talk. It was incredible, and awe-inspiring.

“Ponies aren’t the only ones affected by your wish. Even the dragons, as prideful as they are, succumbed. Now look at them.” Luna’s horn glowed once more, brighter than before.

Sweetie found herself back in the boutique, back in the middle of her dream. Things were still frozen however.

“If you don’t stop this soon, Sweetie Belle, everypony will be in trouble,” Luna explained, “This system cannot go on forever. This will have effects for generations of ponies, but you can still fix this. It’s your wish, and your choice. You have to decide if you want this or not.”

Luna looked ready to say something else, but her stomach growled loudly. She looked alarmed for a moment, before she vanished. Scant seconds later, Sweetie jerked into consciousness.

Sweetie was awake, feeling a gamut of emotions swirling around in her chest. She blinked her bleary eyes until she could see more clearly, looking to Rarity. Rarity was, as she had been for months, a massive mare who had done nothing but eat and use her magic.

“Good morning,” Sweetie wheezed, offering a smile.

Rarity looked up mid-bite. She set her fork down and offered a smile of her own. Igniting her magic, Rarity levitated a huge cake in front of Sweetie. It had five tiers, heavily iced, and decorated with sugar flowers and candles. Sweetie inhaled, smelling the scents of chocolate and sweet buttercream icing.

“Happy...birthday!” Rarity panted, taking a break from her endless feast to do this small thing for her sister.

Sweetie closed her eyes, inhaling as much as she could. With one weak blow, she extinguished one candle. I wish there were things that could help keep my wish going. So ponies don’t have to worry anymore and keep growing like they want to.

Satisfied, Sweetie started eating her cake. After all, she may as well enjoy it. If this wish came true, who was to say how much bigger she would grow?

An unknown amount of time later…

Sweetie sighed happily, using her tongue and lips to continually pull thick, gooey chocolate cake into her mouth so she could eat it. She had her feedbag on, as she’d had for...well a long time. Not sure how long, if she were being honest with herself, but that didn’t matter.

The feedbag let her eat when she wanted while wasting as few calories as possible. It had to be enchanted in some way, for it never ran out of food and what was inside it changed regularly. Sweetie didn’t know how or why, just that she was grateful.

After waking up from her second wish, one had appeared on Rarity. Shortly thereafter, Rarity had been blinded by her own fat. Sagging forehead fat and huge chipmunk cheeks made it impossible for Rarity to see past her own enormity. Which had been coming for a long time, but the feedbags just made it more possible.

Shortly after Rarity got a feedbag, Sweetie did as well. What had happened to Rarity quickly happened to Sweetie as well. Sweetie was blinded by her own body. More and more often, Sweetie had to keep herself entertained with her own thoughts and trying to gauge how big she was getting.

Right now, she could feel Rarity’s flab touching her own. Quite the feat because they had been several feet away from each other, but now they were big enough to touch.

Not only could Sweetie feel Rarity, but she could feel the expanse of her rear pressing into the wall of the boutique, which had also been several feet away when she’d initially beached herself. Now and again, she could hear the sounds of cracking. It was likely she and Rarity were becoming too big for the boutique, maybe too big to be under the same roof.

Sweetie figured the assistance robots would help them move, though they’d probably need to knock a wall or two down to move them out of the building. Not that Rarity would really care anymore, likely.

Sweetie hadn’t heard from Princess Luna since her dream, but rumour had it that she’d ballooned into the largest creature inside or outside of Equestria, even though others were still gaining up on her. Princess Luna had given into her hunger, as her subjects and equals had done before, and she was supposed to be quite the sight.

Sweetie sighed contendedly, feeling tired. Her eyes burned and she found herself feeling less alert. Tired, she thought. Yawning, she closed her eyes, though it made no difference. Allowing herself to relax fully and start to doze, Sweetie wondered what new inventions would allow her to keep gaining. How big could she grow?

Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure, but she was very excited to find out.