Author's Note

A late comm for Sea Fluff. About Sea Fluff wishing about weight gain, and having the whole town of Ponyville fall under its sway.

Warnings for extreme weight gain, mobility issues, and immobility

A Fulfilling Wish

Sea Fluff trotted down the path, heading back towards Ponyville from overseeing a shipment of seeds to Sweet Apple Acres. It was midday, and a gorgeous, late summer afternoon. All in all, rather worth it to make the delivery herself.

The only issue was that this way back to Ponyville proper had Sea very close to the Everfree Forest. It wasn’t that much of a problem, so close to a settled zone, but it always put her on edge-

A glint. Metallic, just on the edge of the forest. Where the grass was still cut, but tendrils of untamed plant life were visible.

Sea Fluff paused, rustling her wings against her back to get them in a better position. She could almost see what it was, something metallic, laying in the grass. She crept over to it, just long enough to snatch whatever it was with her teeth before pulling away to the safety of the path.

Spitting it out onto the path between her front hooves, Sea Fluff stared at the little metallic...thing curiously.

It was a ring, she was sure, like how unicorns sometimes wore over their horns. They were rare, mostly a holdover from when the races were separate. Unnecessary jewelry like horn rings used to symbolize class...Sea was sure. Or maybe that was a rumour? Or from a book?

Weird, though, to see one so close to a settlement that was so populated by earth ponies. Sea shrugged, picked it up again, and twisted to put it in her saddlebags. Maybe an appraiser could make more sense of it. At least it wasn’t being left to tarnish in the rain anymore.

As she turned her attention to return home, her mind started to wander. Turning, inexplicably, to a topic that Sea avoided at all costs. Burying her desires, her wants, so deep that she hardly thought them at all. It was better she ignored them.

Nopony wanted to feed her so much she started gaining weight. Who would willingly feed somepony until their health and mobility were affected? It just...wasn’t normal.

Still, Sea couldn’t help but wish deeply, in this moment alone at the outskirts of town, that it was normal. That the ponies of Ponyville would be willing to band together and fulfill her innermost fantasies: getting fat.

Sea sighed, shaking her head. She could see Ponyville in the distance, now, not so far away. She picked up the pace a little, going at a brisk trot down the road. Eager to leave the Everfree, and her thoughts, behind her.

Going home didn’t take very long, but Sea was restless. She left her saddlebags, and the ring, behind. It’d been a long morning, and since it was now early afternoon, she felt she deserved something to eat. Sugarcube Corner was probably the best bet, and Sea couldn’t help but grin as the bakery came into sight.

It was busy, but that was understandable considering the heat. Few places offered ice cream and baked goods, and it was a central part of Ponyville’s sense of community. The line wasn’t too bad, at least, which helped.

Sea entered, smothering a yawn into her foreleg. Maybe a coffee, to go along with a few pastries. A little pick-me-up, with a pastry or two left for breakfast tomorrow-

“Oh! Sea!” Pinkie waved, smiling widely enough that all her teeth were on display. “Just the mare I wanted to see! You looking for a few extra bits?”

“Always, Pinkie, what’s up?” Sea was genuinely interested, head tilted to one side as she went over to the section of counter Pinkie was standing behind. She made enough money through deliveries and pillow sales, but she liked doing other things too. Always looking to save up enough bits that in case something happened or if something changed she didn’t need to worry about money right away.

“Well, since fall is coming up soon, I’ll be baking myself into a tizzy!” Pinkie grinned. “I was wondering if you could help me with fine tuning my recipes, help me with new ones-”

“I’m not much of a baker, Pinkie.” Sea admitted. She was an okay cook, but baking attempts always ended poorly. If she had greater culinary talent, she wouldn’t need others to feed her.

“Oh, no silly, I don’t need another baker. I need a taste tester!”

The world slowed to a standstill for a hooffull of seconds, before Sea regained herself and was nodding. This was like a dream come true, a fantasy made real. “Oh! Okay, yes, Pinkie, I’ll be glad to help. When do we start?”

“We can start now, if you want? Unless you’re busy?”

“I just finished a job, so I’m pretty hungry-” Pinkie reached over the counter and picked Sea up. Swiftly moving the blue pegasus behind the counter and into the kitchen beyond. “Woah, Pinkie! What-”

“I have so many recipes for you to try, and since you’re hungry I know you’ll get through so many of my treats.” Pinkie set Sea down in a comfortable chair before zooming around the kitchen. Ovens were on, and even with the air conditioning, it was hot in here. Breads, pastries, cookies, cakes, were in industrial-sized ovens or in cooling racks. A few of these racks were obviously holding bulk orders or orders for ponies outside Ponyville, but still. It was impressive.

“Alright, what do I need to do?”

“Eat whatever I give you and tell me what you think! Cupcakes first!” Pinkie pulled a few trays from a fridge. Her specialty, even the thought of one of Pinkie’s cupcakes were enough to get Sea’s stomach growling harshly, her mouth salivating at the thought.

“Oh, okay-” And then there was a cupcake in front of Sea’s muzzle. She didn’t get to finish her thought, or sentence, before she was gobbling the rich pastry down. It was a chocolate cupcake, with chocolate frosting. A normal cupcake, an old classic but good as ever.

“Can you taste coffee?”

“Am I supposed to be able to?” Sea asked, licking her lips.

“Nope! A little bit of coffee helps make it more choco-tastic!”

“It’s good, really good. Nice and chocolatey!” Sea confirmed, offering Pinkie a smile.

“Goodie!” Pinkie giggled, writing notes into her notebook. “Alright, let’s try this one!” Bringing another cupcake to Sea’s face. Bright yellow frosting and a vanilla looking cake.

Lemon. Not too sweet, not too sour. It had been perfect.

And that was the pattern. Pinkie would brush a cupcake against Sea’s muzzle, Sea would gobble it up, and remark on it, before moving onto the next one.

After the fourth cupcake, Sea started to feel full. Five was full, but still delicious, eight was painful, nine was a struggle, and the tenth cupcake, for as good and fudgy as it was, was nearly impossible.

Sea swallowed it down with a whimper, muzzle and cheeks stained with frosting and crumbs. Her stomach was swollen and painful, stretched taut and angry. She was rubbing at it in some bid to soothe, but it wasn’t enough. Her stomach was packed tight, stretched and angry, like she’d just swallowed a bowling ball. Agony jolting through straight to her spine it felt like.

“Good, Pinkie.” Sea whimpered, licking her lips. Cradling her distended stomach with both hooves. “Really good.”

Pinkie grinned. “Oh good, I’d worried it was too rich!” Adding more notes to the notebook with a sigh. “You did great, Sea! I think we can end it there for today, I don’t want you to lose your cupcakes!”

“Yeah I don’t either,” Sea panted. Now the pain was starting to settle in. The blood was rushing to her stomach, and she was starting to sweat. It ran down her face in rivluts, her light blue coat darkening from the wetness. “Did I help?”

“You really did!” Pinkie’s grin was wide enough it had to hurt. “You were fantastic! Can you help me tomorrow?”

Sea wanted to, desperately wanted to deep in her chest like she hadn’t wanted much else in her life. However,her churning stomach made the decision for her. “Maybe? Ask me again tomorrow, Pinkie.”

“Okie-dokie loki!” Pinkie grinned. Reaching around to help get Sea to her hooves. “I can pay you for tonight, or we can wait until next weekend and pay you for all the days you work with us?”

“Next week works.” Sea confirmed. “Thanks Pinkie.” Needing to waddle, waddle, so she didn’t jostle her stomach. Moving slowly out of the store, and making her way back home. Intending to do nothing else but fall into bed and sleep.

Pinkie, and others, watched as Sea waddled back home. All of them thinking the same thing: Hmmm, Sea is looking a little thin, isn’t she? And all of them resolving to help in whatever way they could.

(LINE BREAK)

When Sea Fluff woke up the next morning, her stomach didn’t hurt anymore. Though she still felt a little bloated, and more ravenous than normal.

It’s what I guess, for eating so much. Going to stretch out my stomach if she keeps asking me to do that. Sea rubbed at her tummy with a sigh as she made herself coffee for the day. She didn’t have any deliveries scheduled, and part of her worried about heading to Pinkie’s-

A knock interrupted her thoughts. And Sea went to open the door. Maybe it was a delivery day, or it was the mailpony-

Only it was Applejack. With her cart laden with apple themed desserts.

“Howdy there, Sea Fluff! I hope you don’t mind, but Pinkie was tellin’ me how good a job you did yesterday and I was wonderin’ if I could borrow your services for the morning. We’d pay you, and you can have whatever’s leftover that you don’t eat.” Applejack offered a grin. “Pinkie can spare you for the day, if you were worried. I asked.” Added onto the end, almost like an afterthought.

Sea’s mind spun for a few minutes, trying to find equilibrium.

This was too much. Too amazing. Two of the best bakers in Ponyville suddenly needing her help to taste their food? It was like a dream come true-

“Um. Sure! Yes. Yes please. Sorry, I just woke up.” Sea sputtered, offering an apology. “Can I get you a coffee, it’s a fresh pot?”

“I’m alright, thanks” Applejack unloaded a few boxes from the cart, still steaming, and entered. Sea led the farm pony into the kitchen, where Applejack stacked the boxes. “Had some already, don’t want to be too jittery.”

Sea nodded, fair enough she supposed, and sat down. Marveling as Applejack spread the boxes across the kitchen table. “So, what all do we have?”

“Well, we’ve got apple turnovers, apple dumplings, apple pie, apple crisp, and bloomin’ apples! The bloomin’ ones are new. Gotta make sure they hold up with the others.” Applejack grinned, sliding a box, and a fork, over to Sea.

The scents coming from the boxes were heavenly. Apples, cinnamon, nutmeg, spices that made her think of Hearth’s Warming and winters laden with heavy Apple Family desserts…

Sea couldn’t resist them. How could she? Against such deliciousness?

The blooming apples were a bit like a blooming onion, but were clearly a dessert. They’d been cut open so it would ‘bloom’ like a flower, covered in butter and spices, with some caramel in the center. They were warm and gooey, and would go wonderfully with some ice cream.

Sea ate the two she’d been provided with in record timing. Barely pausing to give praise before bringing the next box to her muzzle and tearing it open.

By the pie, she’d forgone the fork entirely. Eating the pie, crust and all, with her muzzle buried into the pie tin. Gobbling the treats up greedily, not caring or noticing the caramel and juices covering her muzzle and cheeks, or about the crumbs scattered everywhere: stuck to her table, floor, chair, mane, and coat.

Applejack stood, watching, moving the empty boxes out of the way and pushing the full boxes closer so Sea didn’t need to reach.

Sea gobbled the treats down, not noticing how her stomach bloated and stretched out as she went. The rich pastry filling out her stomach.

By the time she finished, she was a mess. Rubbing at her distended stomach, whimpering and whining as she leaned back in her chair. “Good. Re-really good, Applejack.”

“Good! Where did you want the rest?”

“Rest?” The idea of eating anything else was nauseating.

“I promised you food, remember? Gotta keep your strength up for all those deliveries.”

“Um...Counter is okay?” Sea blinked, feeling slow and sluggish, even as Applejack trotted back outside and brought in another stack of boxes. Sliding them effortlessly from her back onto the counter, Sea was left to rub at her stomach and try to digest. Her stomach gurgling and churning angrily, very audible.

Applejack brought in another load of boxes, “Alrighty then, that should do it. I can pay you now, if you want, or at the end-”

“End of the week is fine. Thank you Applejack.” Sea waved a hoof dismissively. “Thank you again, for thinking about me.”

“It’s no problem, sugarcube.” Applejack beamed, tilting her hat towards Sea in a gesture of farewell, before leaving.

Leaving Sea in her quiet house, full to bursting with pastries.

Sea groaned, slumping back into her chair. Not the start to her day that she’d imagined, but it had sated some...deep seated itch she hadn’t known about.

(LINE BREAK)

The next few days blended together under much the same circumstances. Ponies everywhere suddenly had food for Sea to taste, or extra baked goods they didn’t want to go stale. Sea, who was always willing to lend a hoof, couldn’t help but indulge.

She was enjoying everything, and why shouldn’t she? Summer was fading, fall was starting, and it was soon going to be that time of the year. Everypony was bound to start baking and indulging, and it was nice to get started a little earlier than normal. It helped to break up the monotony, especially since Sea was already seeing an increase in shipments and deliveries she had to organize and set up.

With the weather cooling, she didn’t need to deliver things herself at least. That helped, and it made justifying the extra treats to herself a little more bearable.

After all, she was working harder. Who didn’t deserve an extra cookie or cake or tart after working through sheafs of paperwork all morning?

Sea, thus far, was oblivious to the changes going on around her. If she had been making deliveries herself, she might have noticed the biggest change: her growing waistline.

It wasn’t much, not yet, but her saddlebags would no longer fit her if she cared to put them on. A thin, extra layer of fat collecting underneath the skin. Rounding out Sea’s curves and making her cheeks look chubby.

To the ponies of Ponyville, however, such a visible change wasn’t enough. To them Sea was still far too thin for their liking, and since fall was an excuse to start baking anyway, it didn’t take long for production to ramp up on all the things they were giving Sea.

Sea rose up to eat everything given to her. Her appetite grew far quicker than her waistline. She remained oblivious to this change too, not noticing or caring about her increasing grocery bill or exactly how much food she managed to plough through in a day.

Right now she was signing the last of some paperwork in her office. Task completed, and papers put into the right tray, she leaned back and stretched. The fat clinging to her wiggled a little at the motions, even as her back and neck popped. Happy for the change of position.

Sea yawned, rubbing at her stomach idly with a hoof before smacking her lips. “Could go for something to eat.” Leveraging herself out of her chair to go into the kitchen and grab two dozen cookies and a gallon of milk to wash them down with.

She went through eating them mechanically. Enjoying every bite but not lingering or savouring, simply wanting to eat as much as she could as quickly as she could. Needing to fill the growing pit that was her stomach. It was stretched, and still stretching with every day Sea spent stuffing herself.

This was a good snack, though. She’d have to remember to tell Mrs. Cake that her sugar cookies were still the best in town. Sea thought to herself as she popped another into her mouth. Washing it down with cool milk.

Sea ate without thinking about it, and soon reached for a cookie and met nothing but air. And tried to take a sip of milk only to meet the same realization.

They were all gone. Tucked into her belly with the passivity of a cow grazing.

And that was when the discomfort set in. She pain she’d felt in those first few days, and massive cases of indigestion, were mostly behind her. But that didn’t mean she was completely immune from stuffing herself. It was a dull pain, an ache tinged with pleasure.

Sea managed to waddle herself into the living room before collapsing onto the couch. Fully sinking into the throes of a food coma, one hoof absentmindedly petting her stomach as it fought to digest.

(LINE BREAK)

Another few weeks passed, with either Sea stuffing herself or the townsfolk, before something notable occurred. Fall was in full swing now, with chilly days and chillier nights. The grass dead, the trees alight with colour. It was beautiful, but cold. And that was all the reason Sea needed to stay indoors.

That didn’t stop ponies from visiting her, though, which was how she ended up inviting Rarity into her house early some morning, while the chill of nighttime still clung to Ponyville like condensation stuck to a glass.

“Can you repeat that?” Sea asked.

“I need a new model, and I think you’ll fit the bill quite nicely. It’s for my winter line, darling, and nopony else has the figure or pizazz to pull it off!” Rarity beamed over her teacup.

Sea blinked. “But...why me?”

“You’re beautiful, darling, and that’s reason enough! I’ll pay you for it, of course, and you can keep a few articles of clothing if you’d like. Last time you were in town...your coat seemed a little snug.”

Sea couldn’t help but blush at that. She’d hoped nopony had noticed, she’d shrunk her coat in the wash, and hadn’t been able to do it up all the way. Leaving her feeling exposed to the elements far more than she’d wanted to be. “Oh. Well, in that case..yes. I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Rarity squealed, forgoing the tea to wrap Sea in a hug. Sea didn’t notice, but Rarity took her time. Sinking into the soft fat of Sea’s body for a moment, gauging, before pulling away. “Thank you! I’ll need to take your measurements of course-”

“I don’t...really have a tape measure.”

“And I never leave home without one!” Rarity chirped, still smiling. Using her magic to extract a fashion tape measure from the pocket of her coat that was hung in front of the fire to warm. A little notebook and pencil followed, presumably so Rarity could write down the measurements.

Sea stood and let Rarity do her thing, trying very hard not to fidget. Not knowing enough to know that Rarity wasn’t using a standard measuring tape, she was using a very long one. And still, it was rather snug in certain places while Rarity took the proper measurements. Showing off exactly how many more inches Sea had added to her frame in the last few months.

Rarity scribbled as she went, brows furrowed in concentration. “There we are!” She looked a Sea, then to her notebook. Her brows furrowing all the more and a frown appearing.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s...your measurements. They’re quite small for a mare of your height. You’re sure you haven’t been working too hard? Forgetting any meals?”

It took Sea a few moments to really process what Rarity was saying. That was...discouraging to say the least. “It is getting busier, with the holidays coming up.” Sea admitted with a shrug. Moving to sit, not hearing the chair underneath her creak with her weight. “And I feel like maybe I’ve been snacking more than I’ve been eating meals.”

Which was true, but not in the way that implied any amount of weight loss.

“You might want to go see your doctor. Nip this little problem in the bud before you start hurting. I want healthy models, not like the ones in Canterlot.” Rarity grinned. The concern still visible on her face. “We can’t have you freezing over the winter.”

“I’ll go tomorrow.” Sea resolved, “I promise, Rarity, you don’t need to worry.”

“I’ll leave you to it then. Thank you again, for your help. Don’t you worry, it won’t be too stressful or taxing.” Rarity stood to leave, gathering her things. “Be sure to let me know if you need anything, though, alright?”

“Of course!” Sea smiled. “Thanks again for the offer.”

Rarity didn’t say anything else as she left Sea’s house. Leaving Sea rather tired and worried about her health and future.

(LINE BREAK)

Sea Fluff sat on the edge of the examination table, worrying at her lower lip while the doctor looked over his charts. He, and the nurse, had looked as worried as Rarity had when they realized. They hadn’t told Sea her weight or measurements, probably to spare her the same sort of fear.

“Alright, Sea. It’s good you have such a good friend who told you about this. Her instinct seems to be the right one, you’re not dangerously underweight yet but you’re close. I want you on a high-calorie diet from here on out. I can give you a few pamphlets about how to go about doing that sort of thing, but it boils down to making sure you’re getting the nutrition you need. High calorie, high protein, snacking often. If you’re having issues eating regular meals you can always have smaller meals throughout the day, and snacks in between. So you’re going to need to stock up on easy to eat snacks and meals.”

“Anything I should stay away from?”

“No. You’ll also want to stock up on things like butter, olive oil, peanut butter. Those meal replacement shakes can help too, especially if you’re prone to skipping breakfasts.”

Sea nodded, “It’s all in the pamphlets?”

“It’ll all be in the pamphlets.” The doctor agreed, “And you can always call us if you need clarification or have questions.”

“I will.” Sea offered a smile, “Thank you, again, for this.”

“Hey, you did a good thing coming to see us. This was the right choice, and now we’ll get you back to a healthy weight.” The doctor offered a smile.

The door to the examination room opened, and the nurse poked her head in. Horn lit up, she held several brochures like papers and an information packet. “Here you are, thought you’d want to take them home to look them over. There’s a meal plan and a few other suggestions in here.”

“Thank you!” Sea offered a smile, taking the pamphlets and printed pages, flicking through them idly to see colourful diagrams and infographics, as well as an example meal plan.

“It’s no problem. Other than that, you’re healthy. We hope to see you again in a couple of weeks, or sooner if you experience weight loss or other symptoms.” The doctor smiled, “Hopefully we won’t see you soon.”

“Here’s hoping. Thank you again.” Sea offered a grin, slipping the pages into the little bag she had that hung around her neck. She usually used it as a coin purse, but she didn’t need her saddlebags for a few papers.

She slid off the exam table, and left. She was hungry now, and could smell something delicious. Following her nose, she found a little pizza shop on the edge of one of Ponyville’s public squares. Selling slices to ponies on the go, and whole pizzas to ponies who didn’t mind lingering or were on their way home.

So, Sea did the only sensible thing:

“Can I get three large pizzas and some of those garlic knots? Doctor’s orders!”

(LINE BREAK)

Sea stood, chewing contentedly on a snack while Rarity pulled the fabric tighter around her waist. It was, as Rarity had promised, a beautiful gown that fell in line with the rest of her winter line. It was white, with a tight bodice and flowing, puffy skirt that served to accentuate her curves.

Well, if she were a thinner mare it would accentuate curves. As was they mostly served to cling to her bountiful rolls and show off the massive amount of weight she’d gained in the last month since her doctor’s appointment.

Everypony, it seemed, heard of the diagnosis. And seemed keen to make sure that Sea was following orders and getting enough to eat. There was rarely a moment where Sea wasn’t eating something: some treat from a friend, or a snack she purchased for herself.

She’d been large at the doctor’s appointment. Fat, with a potbelly and swaying flanks and chubby cheeks.

She’d rapidly gained enough weight to qualify for obesity. Her body swelling with excess reserves while she whiled away time eating and doing the paperwork necessary for her work. She was more and more reluctant to do much of anything that would put her health at risk more than it already was, but she had friends who were more than happy to help!

Sea was lucky for it. So she ate quietly, even as her knees ached from standing up for so long. Munching on hard candies for now, so she didn’t get crumbs on Rarity’s creation.

“Almost done, darling.” Rarity sounded a little winded, concentrating hard as she worked to get the gown secured properly.

It was tight, digging into Sea’s flesh, but she didn’t mind. It was to help a friend, so it was worth the discomfort. Plus, Rarity had stocked up on candy that Sea could eat while she waited. So it was no sweat off her back.

Rarity grunted, and there was a sound of the zipper doing up. The pressure increased, cloth stretched tight across Sea’s body. The zipper dug into her back, and so were the seams.

“There we are!” Rarity took a step back, “Much improved, Sea, much improved!”

“Really?” Last time they’d tried this she hadn’t fit into the dress at all, which was part of why Sea had been pushing herself so hard to eat as much as she could.

“Yes, darling! You look perfect!” Rarity beamed. “Oh, I see you’ve finished that bowl of candy, here let me get you another.” Emptying a bag of caramels into the dish nearest to Sea.

Sea didn’t take time to wait, she just kept eating. Shoving another mouthful into her mouth and chewing at their softness. “‘S good.”

“Yes, they’re from Manehatten. Made fresh, they’re quite delectable.” Rarity agreed. “Now, if you’ll just wait here-”

Only to be cut off by an ominous creaking sound. Sea didn’t seem to hear it, reaching instead for another mouthful of caramels.

Another creak foreshadowed the dress giving out. The seams popping open, spilling waves of Sea’s fatty flesh as it fought to escape the confines of the too tight dress.

The two mares paused at that, Sea chewing thickly. She swallowed, looking a little sheepish. “I’m sorry, Rarity, it was such a nice dress.”

“Don’t you worry about it, Sea!” Rarity chastised, using her magic to unzip the back and starting to take the dress off. “It’s good progress, it shows you’re finally getting to a healthy weight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but you must be vigilant! You know how stubborn those last couple of pounds can be.”

Sea nodded, “I know.”

“How about it, I’ll make you another couple of things and we’ll set that as your goal! Fitting into one of my marvelous creations. That would be celebration enough, yes?”

“Yeah okay, Rarity. Thanks!” Sea smiled. Lifting one hoof to help Rarity get her out of the ruined dress. “Still sorry about tearing it though.”

Rarity waved a hoof dismissively, “Don’t worry about it, dear. It’s alright, I can remake it. It’s nothing too horrible.” Finally, the dress came off. And Sea let out a sigh of relief.

Her fat wobbled as it settled. No longer being constrained by fabric, she bulged out everywhere. Her stomach hanging low, below her knees. Her barrel and plot wide enough to hide full grown ponies behind. Her cutie mark faded and stretched. Her face chubby and neck nothing more than an extra roll added to the others.

Rarity hoofed over a few bags of caramels. “Here, for the trip home. Don’t need you getting hungry. Thank you again, for all your help.”

“Bye, Rarity!” Sea emptied one of the bags into her gullet, intending to chew them as she walked. Putting the rest of them in a larger version of her coin purse. Her saddlebags didn’t fit for some reason, and Rarity was working to fix that for her. Hence the necessity of a bigger pouch.

Sea Fluff stepped into the winter chill of Ponyville and began to waddle her way home. As it turned out, she didn’t need to worry about going hungry on her walk home, ponies plied her with treats along the way.

(LINE BREAK)

Sea slurped down her bite of flapjack that was drenched in butter and syrup in record timing. Clearing a plate that was supposed to be a challenge in fairly limited time.

Applejack looked a little tired, but it was probably because of her long day on the field. When she’d come by to deliver Sea’s most recent order of baked goods and cider, she’d seen Sea struggling to cook. Unable to keep her legs lifted up long enough for any meaningful progress, Applejack had taken over.

That was an hour ago. And Sea had eaten everything Applejack had brought. The desserts, the flapjacks, and the cider.

“Alright, sugarcube, these are the last couple.” Applejack said. Slipping three large flapjacks onto Sea’s syrup-sticky plate. They overhung the edge of the plate by quite a bit, and smelled heavenly. “Ran out of flour.”

Sea didn’t waste any time smothering them in syrup and butter too. Not noticing, or caring that she was making a mess of her kitchen table. She didn’t wait before she was starting to gobble up these flapjacks too, messily and hungrily.

Applejack cleaned up the kitchen while Sea ate. Humming to herself as she went, some jaunty tune that sounded familiar but that Sea couldn’t quite place.

“Well, there y’are sugarcube.” Applejack smiled. “You need anything else?”

Sea shook her head, too busy chewing to offer more of an answer or thanks.

“Alrighty then, I’ll see you in a few days.” Applejack waved, trotting out of Sea’s house and leaving Sea alone.

By the time she’d finished the last of the flapjacks, Sea was a mess and so was her kitchen table. But she didn’t care. She was full, finally, and that made her sleepy. So she stood and went to her couch. Collapsing onto it with a groan.

Her groan hid the creaking of the couch. And as Sea shifted her weight to get comfortable in the indentation she’d made, the couch let out another creak.

Sea froze, but it was too late.

A support cracked, and the couch collapsed. The whole thing crumpling up beneath her. Sea let out a shriek, but was unharmed aside from the shock.

Sea rested against the remains of her couch and sighed. She made a perfunctory attempt at standing, but soon gave up.

Pinkie was supposed to be by in a few hours. So there was no harm in her sitting and digesting. Not like the couch could get anymore broken.

(LINE BREAK)

Sea woke to the smells of breakfast wafting into her bedroom from the kitchen. She laid in bed for a moment, stretching and yawning, before starting the gargantuan effort that was getting out of bed.

She rocked back and forth, building momentum, before enough of her stomach managed to roll off the edge and bring the rest of her with it.

Then, she would eat whatever treat Pinkie, or Applejack, or Rarity left at her bedside. A welcoming morning treat to kickstart the day and whet her appetite.

Today it was an apple fritter, still hot and gooey out of the oven. The caramel and apple blended perfectly and the pastry was flaky and crispy. The perfect combination.

Sea didn’t notice the ring on her bedside table, either. It was hiding behind her bedside lamp, out of sight and out of mind. Innocuous as anything else in the room looked.

Except for Sea herself. In the weeks since that fateful breakfast with Applejack, the ponies of Ponyville had rallied together to make sure she didn’t need to worry about cooking for herself again. It was usually Pinkie, or Applejack, but others stepped in too to help when they could. Either coming in to cook, or dropping things off for Sea to eat.

The reduction of exercise and increase in calories made Sea pile on the pounds even more than before, though she was as in denial about things as ever.

Sea was a mare of massive rolls, though she didn’t have many of them. Her flanks were large, melding into her thighs and sagging down to create a firm roll above her hind legs. Her plot overhung her hocks, making movement difficult. Her hinds legs were thick, making her hooves look tiny by comparison. Her stomach was large, too, though not quite as big as her rear. It hung down to touch the floor, further impeding Sea’s movement. Her wings looked like flabby pillows strapped to her sides, half buried in the rolls they formed on her barrel. Sea’s front legs were near unrecognizable. Shoulder and neck fat merging into one heavy roll that hung down in front her her knees for both legs. They were large, roughly cylindrical, and forced her pigeon chest down to merge with her stomach. Sea’s neck was but a memory, replaced with a thick spare tire that made her face look squashed and rounded out. Her face was near spherical, with puffy cheeks and extra chins that wobbled whenever she talked.

Apple fritter devoured, Sea turned her attention to exiting the bedroom. Her waddle was slow, unhurried, and very exaggerated. It was still hard work, though, her muscles burned within a few steps. Her legs needed to reach around her stomach and their own rolls in order to produce a forward motion.

Sea huffed and puffed as she squeezed her way out of her bedroom. Sides and rear scraping against the walls of the hallway as she made her way into the kitchen. Sweat beaded along her skin, dampening her cyan coat. She wheezed for breath as she finally made the final push into the kitchen, standing on trembling legs to take in the sights, sounds, and smells of breakfast.

Pancakes, Prench toast, waffles, hash browns, all sorts of goodies completely covered her kitchen table and counterspace. Applejack was cooking at the stove, Rarity was making a cup of tea, and Pinkie was stacking boxes from Sugarcube Corner near the counter, out of everypony else’s way.

“Good mornin’!” Applejack greeted. “You sit yourself down and get to eatin’.”

“Thanks.” Sea huffed, all but collapsing onto her chair. Even though it was widened, with extra supports, it creaked under her weight. Her flab spilling off of it in all directions.

“You eat up, Sea!” Pinkie encouraged. “We’ve got all day to make sure you get nice and fat.”

Sea froze mid bite, half hunched over to bury her muzzle into a pie. “What?” A thrill of fear running down her spine and making her shiver.

“Well, you’re already fat darling.” Rarity said, moving to put a steaming cup of tea where Sea could reach it. “We’re all just hoping you could eat yourself larger you know, you’ve been doing it for so long now. Didn’t you realize?”

Sea blinked owlishly, looking at the three mares in stunned silence. Even as her stomach, unaccustomed to being surrounded by food and not eating, was roaring for sustenance. Her mouth was watering, but she couldn’t.

Applejack moved away from the stove to press a hoof into Sea’s doughy side. “Better’n’any prized hogs, I’d say.” A small smile playing at her lips, even as her hoof sunk quite a bit into Sea’s fat.

Sea’s mouth went dry, mind racing. “What?” She repeated.

“You really didn’t notice!?” Pinkie shook her head, “You made that wish, remember? That Ponyville would fatten you up? Well, we have been silly.”

“It won’t be long before you won’t be able to move.” Rarity said in a sultry tone of voice. Using her flab to give Sea’s stomach a rough shake. “You’re hardly able to move now, won’t be much longer before this stomach will be your mattress.”

“I-I.” Sea shook her head, suddenly and keenly aware of the weight she was carrying. Had been carrying for a long while. “No. I don’t understand.”

“Sure you do!” Pinkie beamed. “The ring, silly-billy! You saved it from the forest, and you thought real hard about what you wanted. So it made it real! Come on, Sea, you’ve got to eat something.” Suddenly putting a cupcake in front of Sea’s muzzle.

She was powerless to stop herself from gobbling it up.That was the shock she needed, though. Still chewing, she worked to stand and then turned. “No.” Intending to leave. Waddling, heart racing and muscles aching, she shuffled her way out of the kitchen at a snail’s pace. Nearly getting her hips caught in the hallway again in her haste.

“Now, now, sugarcube, don’t you worry-”

“Darling, this is what you wanted-”

“Come back, I’ve got more cupcakes!” The three mares clambered behind Sea, but Sea was too wide to let them slip by her.

Panting, sweating, Sea managed to push open the front door. Seeing sunlight, and getting a breath of fresh air, for the first time in a while. She squinted, still moving, only-

There was a pinching sensation, and all forward progress stopped. Just past her shoulders, where her stomach started to really widen out.

Sea was stuck. Quite literally, too fat to get out of her house.

“Now, see what you’ve done? Got yourself stuck!” Applejack sighed. “Don’t you worry, we’ll take care of it-”

“We’ll help!” Now that Sea’s vision was clearing, she could see ponies rushing over to help. “Before her breakfast gets cold.”

“Here you must be starving, try this.” A fresh, warm roll was pressed to Sea’s muzzle and she gobbled it up too. And the next, and all the other treats that were being shoved into her face. Helpless to do anything other than eat, Sea was trapped.

“Alright, everpony, gather round, we need to Push Sea back inside! Three, two, one, push!”

(LINE BREAK)

Sea didn’t know what day it was, or how long it had been since she’d last seen the sun.

Sea was trapped in her bedroom. Dealing with the spatial issue that came when somepony was so fat their stomach could touch three of the four walls with ease. It was...a weird sensation, to be so large, but she was comfortable enough.

All she needed to do was eat. Everything else was cared for, she was cared for. Hooves massaged her flesh, magic tended to her needs, and ponies came by to feed her and tell her about the world outside her bedroom so she was never lonely.

Not too bad, Sea thought. Chewing languidly on a chocolate bar. She let out a long sigh, relaxing into her fat. Her limbs were gone, sucked into their own sleeve of fat, and her head seemed to be disappearing into her neck fat. The fat creeping up along the back of her skull, clinging coyly to her chin.

Still, Sea would be taken care of. Her wish had assured that, or maybe the ring had. Sea’s uninterrupted thoughts of food sputtered for a moment, wondering where exactly that ring had gone off too, but she didn’t know. Presumably it had been moved when the rest of her furniture had been taken, right? To give her more room to grow.

“Hey, you.” A voice said, and a cupcake was pressed to her lips.

Sea lost track of that thought, opening her mouth and chewing on the next morsel. Completely wrapped up in the ecstasy of her gluttony.