Author's Note

A piece I did for Drakin I finished a few days ago. Idea is his, writing is mine.

Basically: Discord owns a restaurant franchise and pones get fat. (So does Discord)

Discord At Your Service

Fluttershy clapped her hooves together with a delighted squeak, “Oh, Discord, this looks amazing! I’m so proud of you!”

Discord beamed, crossing his arms over his chest and soaking up the praise. Celestia, and a bunch of the others, had asked him what he wanted to do because he was driving them all a little insane with his idle pranking and hovering.

After some thought, and a discussion with Pinkie, he’d decided to open a restaurant. It’d been hard work, but it was him.

Crazy Eats was a freestanding building towards the center of Ponyville. That was a bit of a rarity, but it was a remodeled house. The restaurant was downstairs, and a little apartment above. The apartment was unfurnished for now, since Discord could create a portal to his own pocket dimension whenever he wanted, but it was still a neat little place.

It’s sign was large and painted a dizzying array of colours with different fonts. If nothing else, it caught the eye. Inside looked like a diner, but more eccentric. Crazy colours, a changing menu determined by Discord’s wishes. A flexible, changing seating plan (again determined by Discord) were all highlights.

“Yeah, me too,” Rainbow said at last, voice dry and conveying her obvious lack of excitement. There were murmurings from the others, except for Fluttershy.

“Oh come now! I’ve worked so hard to get this far! Come in, come in!” Discord snapped his lion paw and suddenly they were all inside the restaurant.

It was tacky at best, some tables floating around, some furniture stuck upside down on the ceiling.

They were seated at a large table, all except Discord who was standing off to one side with a food cart, “Well! Here we are!” Discord beamed.

A snap of his fingers and platters and plates, presumably full of food, started to dance their way across the floor. Uncovering themselves and making their way over to the ponies around the table, they sat still. Discord waited with glee, leaning in dramatically to see how they would react to the food.

Applejack spoke first, “Is this...Granny’s stew?” It sure looked like it. A deeply coloured broth with thick hunks of vegetables in it. On the plate beside it was a hunk of cornbread.

Discord’s smile only widened, “Nope! It’s my stew! I hope it matches up!”

Fluttershy had a lovely looking salad. With nuts and cheeses and some fruit. Different kinds of lettuce and other greenery. Almost looking like the complicated salads she had to make for Angel Bunny. “Oh Discord, this looks amazing!”

Discord literally glowed at the praise, eyes turning to Rarity.

Rarity looked shocked, mouth hung open slightly and her eyes wide. She had a meal famous in the Griffon kingdom. A crown of roast pork was laid atop a layer of crispy potatoes sprinkled with green onions. The meat was glazed, almost mirror-like.

“Don’t worry! No animals were harmed in the making of these dishes!” Discord’s voice surprisingly serious but not lacking the normal dramatic flair.

“This-this looks like it came out of the magazine I was reading.” Rarity said, amazed.

Discord’s smile said the words he didn’t say aloud: I know.

Rainbow had meat too, a lean cut of steak flanked by mushy peas and and some roasted potatoes. She didn’t wait for the others to get out of their stupours before digging in, mouth too full to say anything. She had an adventurous palate and had always heard Gilda praise how good lean meats were for muscle.

“For you, Pinkie, there’s a spicy peanut noodle soup!” Discord announced.

Pinkie squealed in excitement, her hair floofing out as she wriggled closer. Starting to eat along with Rainbow, praising Discord in between bites.

Twilight looked a little hesitant, but even she couldn’t help but stare at the ooey-gooey lasagna in front of her. Diving in with abandon just like the rest of her friends.

Discord watched, and smiled. The ponies were too busy eating to notice the gleam of excitement in his eyes.

(LINE BREAK)

Rarity clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as her magic tugged at the fabric of the dress she was trying on. Rarity didn’t try on every single dress she made, but she tried on ones that she was making many of. To make sure they fit well and didn’t feel scratchy.

Ever since Discord had opened his restaurant, and Rarity had become a regular customer, her dry cleaner’s had been shrinking her outfits! This was ridiculous!

Rarity gave another tug, finally closing the zipper. It was tight and uncomfortable, and as Rarity let out a breath, one of the seams along the back ripped across her back.

“By Tartarous!” Rarity spat, “I need to go down there and give them a piece of my mind!” Taking the dress off in a huff before storming out of her boutique.

In reality, it was Rarity that had grown. Her dresses were sized as they ever were. After several weeks of Discord’s delicious food, Rarity had started to put on some weight. She ate out quite often, and snacked in between meals. It was all so easy to justify, she was a hardworking mare. She was in total denial of how much food she was eating.

Rarity was also in denial about her weight. Her flanks had filled out, her Cutie Mark stretching out to accommodate. Her barrel was a bit more plush, her neck a bit fuller. Her stomach hanging just a touch lower. Her cheeks looking a bit chubby, with a double chin showing up whenever she looked down. It was fairly mild, but it was already making waves. Rarity followed fashion to the letter, being as svelte as the models in Canterlot. This deviation, however slight, was attracting attention. Rarity wasn’t aware of it, but her clients certainly were.

As Rarity strode through the streets of Ponyville, she just thought the few stares and whispers were from her normal adoring fans. Thinking nothing of it, she stormed into the dry cleaners to give them a good talking to.

Across town, in Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie was living her best life. Buzzing around Sugarcube Corner, helping customers, and talking with all her friends. Pinkie’s weight tended to fluctuate a bit year round. She gained a bit of pudge in the fall and winter, but then slimmed up again when spring came. It was fall now, and though it was still early September, nopony thought it a little odd that Pinkie was starting to get a bit chubby.

Like Rarity, Pinkie had started eating more. Eating Discord’s food inspired her, and she was now starting to try out some new desserts for Nightmare Night and Hearth’s Warming already. She was eating quite a bit by now, enough that her activity filled day just wasn’t cutting it anymore.

Unlike Rarity, Pinkie’s gains weren’t so spread out across her body. She looked a bit softer around the edges, sure, but most of the pudge appeared around her tummy. It no longer arced gracefully upwards, instead just hanging between her legs. It was still small, barely wiggling and jiggling underneath her when she moved, but for the ponies of Ponyville, it was a good sign. A sign that the holidays were around the corner, and that things were going along as usual.

“Alrighty! Here you are!” Pinkie slid a couple of plates onto the table where a few customers were sitting before zooming around to complete the next task. All the while, thinking about what Discord would be serving her tonight when she went over for dinner. It was always a surprise!

Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle was laying down in the park, reading a book. The slight breeze ruffling her fur and feathers in a soothing, cooling way. Keeping half an ear on the young ponies outside playing on this beautiful day.

Princess Twilight Sparkle, as it turned out, wasn’t as immune to the influx of calories as one might have thought. Her consumption of food had increased along with her friends over these past few weeks, putting Spike’s culinary skills to the test.

Her plot was larger than it used to be, bearing the brunt of her weight. Her Cutie Mark stretched out and faded a bit. The rest of her was soft as well, but it was her plot and flanks that were jiggling and wiggling with each movement.

Twilight’s stomach rumbled, the familiar pang of hunger stabbing through her. Twilight sighed, closed her book, and started to make her way back to the castle. Maybe she would take Spike out to Discord’s restaurant for a treat. Nevermind the fact they’d been having more and more of these ‘treats’ as time passed.

After all, even a princess needed a break.

On the outskirts of Ponyville, near the Everfree Forest, Fluttershy puttered around her little cottage. Humming to herself as she tidied, swept, and did those little things that soon piled up if they were left.

Fluttershy, at the tender mercies of Discord’s whims, had gained the most out of her friend group. Because Discord’s meat didn’t actually come from animals, Fluttershy’s mostly vegetarian diet had been tossed to the wayside.

Thus far, beef was her favourite, but Discord was always bringing her new delights to try. And not just meat either, but coming up with ways to cook things that Fluttershy wouldn’t have dreamed of by herself.

Stir-frying vegetables together in a spicy sauce had been her favourite, if Fluttershy was honest. She still loved her vegetables and fruits, but since Discord didn’t charge her for these surprise meals and snacks...well, it was fine that her stomach poofed out a bit. She was just bloated.

While the pegasus was bloated, that wasn’t the only reason why her stomach was poofing out. She was gaining all over, fairly evenly to boot. Chubby cheeks and a double chin were present, and the rest of her just seemed softer. No more hard edges, and her animal friends loved it. And Fluttershy didn’t even notice.

As she finished wiping down the kitchen counter, there was a flash of light and a pop and there was a covered, silver tray waiting for her.

Fluttershy swallowed, licking her muzzle as her mouth began to water. Wondering what lovely delights could be awaiting her.

On the opposite edge of town, Sweet Apple Acres was having another productive day. Apple Bloom was off at school, and Granny was inside the house making dinner.

Applejack and Big Mac worked side by side, checking on their trees and making sure that they only harvested from trees that had fruit that was ready.

Applejack grunted as she kicked, smiling a little as the apples fell into the buckets she’d placed around. “How you doin’ Big Mac?! Good!?”

“Eyup!” Big Mac called, bucking at a tree and getting similar results.

Applejack’s stomach rumbled and she sighed, rubbing at it with a forehoof. “Well, lucky for you, stomach. Nothin’s better’n a good apple.” Leaning over one of the buckets to snatch one up, chewing at it and nodding happily to herself.

From several trees away, Big Mac paused in his work to watch as Applejack ate one apple, then two, then three. She seemed hungrier recently and, while he wasn’t about to say anything about it, it looked like that hunger was finally starting to have an impact on her appetite. She’d always been hungry, eating like a colt twice her age even as a filly. And the more work Applejack did, the hungrier she got.

It’d never been a problem, until now.

As his sister bit into yet another apple, Big Mac sighed. It was hard to pinpoint, really. He was observant, but not rude. Everypony’s weight fluctuated sometimes, and harvest would be in full swing in less than a week. She’d be fine. She just looked a bit softer, and when she moved bits of her jiggled when they hadn’t before.

Big Mac huffed, getting back to work when Applejack stopped after her sixth apple. Maybe he’d talk to Granny about it anyway. She always seemed to know how to fix things.

Above Ponyville, Rainbow Dash dug through her fridge in the hopes of finding something to satiate her hunger. She was an athlete, and it wasn’t so strange for her to be so hungry. Eventually pulling out the makings of what should be an excellent salad.

She usually didn’t have the patience for such things, but she was starving, and didn’t have time to fly down to Ponyville to go to Discord’s anytime soon. She had flight practise later this afternoon, and wanted to eat beforehand.

Rainbow hadn’t gained very much, still on the diet of a Wonderbolt, but there were still some changes. She had gained a few pounds, the least of her friends thus far, but her desire for food had gone haywire. She was eating all the time, and while she still ate like an athlete, she wasn’t carefully calculating her calories anymore.

If anyone noticed anything was amiss with Crash, it was just that her flight suit looked a bit snug. And with winter coming on, and their season coming to an end, no one would think anything of it.

In his restaurant, Discord cooked with a mixture of chaos and actual cooking. His magic could intuitively pick up what somepony wanted, and he could have it ready and on their table in minutes. Or seconds...Nothing was set in stone! Not even the seating.

Even Discord indulged in his food. Nothing crazy, yet, but he knew the effects would compound. Not that he minded, it was time to bring some chaos to Ponyville!

As Spike waddled up to the counter, looking decidedly more chubby than usual, Discord couldn’t help but grin. So far, his plan had been going perfectly. All he had to do know was sit back, and let the seeds he planted grow.

Soon, it’d be chaos. Maybe not chaos in the traditional sense, but it was chaotic enough for him to be excited for what was to come.

(LINE BREAK)

Celestia sighed, pacing anxiously on her balcony as she waited for her sister.

Something was going on in Ponyville, but the rumours coming out of there simply couldn’t be true...Could they? Twilight and her friends couldn’t be the fattest ponies in Ponyville. That the town was suffering a sudden obesity epidemic.

Twilight simply wouldn’t allow such things.

Luna didn’t bother touching down on the balcony. Instead flying several loops around the tower so Celestia could launch herself into the sky. The pair flying in worried silence all the way to Ponyville. Normally such a flight would be a boon, but it just bred more worry in both their hearts.

Even from a distance it was easy to see Ponyville had changed, and not just because of Twilight’s castle and Ponyville’s recent popularity. No.

There were more overweight ponies here than there should be. And more restaurants and places to sit. Some stands bore Discord’s face, and others reeked of his magic.

Ignoring the city for now, the two sisters flew over Ponyville to go to the castle. They needed to speak with Twilight.

The entrance hall was deserted. No Spike to greet them at the door, and nopony answered their increasingly frantic calls.

The first place they checked was the library, and the sight before them was one that brought fear deep into Celestia’s heart in a way that very few things had ever done.

Spike was fast asleep in a comfortable living chair, his feet propped up on an ottoman. His stomach stretched well past his knees, taking the entirety of his lap, with love handles creeping up the armrests of the chair. His neck was replaced with a multitude of thick chins. He looked almost as wide as he was tall, snoring away.

Twilight seemed to be in her research zone. Books floating around her head. It would have been so normal but for Spike, Twilight’s size, and the fact that Twilight was eating as she read. Greasy fast food was spread across the table beside her, and Twilight was currently mowing down on some piping hot french fries.

Twilight had to be over 500 pounds. Stretched out across a pile of comfortable cushions and pillows, it was easy to see that Twilight had gained a lot of weight in a fairly short amount of time. Stretch marks were visible all over her body, her Cutie Mark faded and stretched out. Her hindquarters were massive, easily the widest thing about Twilight. Her stomach came second, but it looked small in comparison. Twilight’s hind legs were thick as well, with obvious folds at the joints.

The rest of her was fat, there was no denying it, but everything looked so small in comparison to her rump that it made her look thinner elsewhere.

Celestia cleared her throat, jolting Twilight from her book. Thankfully, she wasn’t startled out of her magic, so the books stayed aloft.

Twilight brightened at the sight of the two princesses, struggling to her hooves with a grunt. Her stomach hanging well past her knees. “Celestia! Luna! Hello! What brings you to Ponyville?”

“You do, Twilight Sparkle.” Luna said, striding forward, “We’ve not heard from you in moons!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy-”

“And what is going on in Ponyville?” Celestia asked, not letting Twilight finish. Staring down at her friend with obvious worry, “What’s going on with you? I know you can indulge sometimes, Twilight, but you’ve gained so much-”

Spike let out a truly impressive snore, distracting everypony for a few seconds.

Twilight looked a bit sheepish, staring back at her little pile of food. It was more than her usual large fries and four hay burgers, but still! “Oh...Well Discord’s business has made so much money, a bunch of other ponies and businesses had to start revamping to stay in town! There’s so many good deals, it’s so much cheaper and easier than actual cooking! It’s all just so good! Why don’t you go talk to Discord? His business isn’t too far away! You should be able to see the sign from town square.”

The two sisters shared a knowing look.

Celestia sighed, “Alright. We’ll be back. And we need to have a discussion about next steps.”

The pair left a bewildered Twilight to go back to her food and books. Only accompanied by Spike’s continued snoring.

Celestia sighed once they got back outside, looking to Luna with obvious concern, “What are we going to do?”

“What we have to.” Luna replied, leading the way on hoof into Ponyville, “We’ve dealt with Discord before, we can handle him again.”

Celestia nodded, trotting along after. Using the opportunity to look at Ponyville close up.

A few ponies bowed, but many were so used to Twilight’s presence that they hardly batted an eye and continued on with their day.

There were more restaurants. Lots of ponies sitting down and eating, or eating on the go. Most looked a little chubby at the lightest, most were getting downright fat.

It was obvious Discord had made copies of himself, and even they were getting a little pudgy. No longer rail thin, the copies had double chins, drooping bellies, and soft arms. It would be ridiculous if it weren’t so weird. All of them pointed to the same restaurant. What had to be the start of all this.

Crazy Eats looked about as sane as Celestia would have expected from Discord. Outside seating was packed, so was the inside of the restaurant.

Stepping inside, it took Celestia a few minutes to recognize some of the faces inside the restaurant.

The Apple family was here, Applejack looking to be about the same weight as Twilight. Just with the fat spread across her body equally, taking up an entire booth for herself. Big Mac was still large, but there was fat on him now. A double chin working as he chewed on a cheeseburger. Granny Smith looked a little changed, though she too was a bit pudgy. Apple Bloom was a little butterball of a filly, mowing down on some thick pancakes drenched in butter and syrup.

Nopony here was of average size anymore. Celestia realized somewhat belatedly. All were a bit chubby at the least, though most were starting to look rather fat.

Rarity and Sweetie Belle were at another booth. Rarity’s stomach was almost touching the ground from where she sat, taking up most of the booth she was sitting in. Eating away at some Griffon meat dish or another, the grease dripping down her chin to get caught in her folds and extra chins.

Sweetie Belle resembled Apple Bloom, looking comically wide for her size. Eating a large cheese pizza by herself, wriggling her jiggling hips a little in satisfaction with every bite.

Pinkie was here, gorging herself on what should be an impossible amount of food. She was gaining quite a bit like Applejack, but with more rolls and folds. Humming appreciatively at all the new, crazy concoctions that Discord was able to serve her.

Across the table from Pinkie, was Rainbow Dash. Who seemed to take the phrase ‘carbo loading’ a little too far. She was mowing down on a large pizza, and had several other bready delights waiting for her. She was still one of the lighter ponies in the room, but her paunch and flabby wings were undeniable.

Somehow, the pair were keeping pace with one another, matching bite for bite. Perhaps some unspoken competition or a prank? Normally such things brightened Celestia’s day but now it was disheartening.

Celestia shook her head, staring at all the patrons with muted horror. Going towards the back counter where she could see more copies of Discord. These ones looking far fatter than the ones outside. Their necks were thick and drooping, they had moobs that rested on either side of a ponderous paunch, and even their faces had rounded out. It was so weird to see.

One pointed into the back, and the two royal sisters entered with a huff, going through the kitchen to go into what was probably an office.

Opening the door, Celestia and Luna just stared.

Discord was huge. Seated on a large, wide bench behind a table groaning with food, it took a few seconds to register how big he was. He was almost as wide as the room. It took the two princesses a few seconds to say anything, their mouths gaping open.

Those few seconds were all Discord needed. Waving a paw and food flying into their mouths. More magic making them chew.

Discord was very, very fat. Twice the size of the clones in the kitchen. Very nearly immobile, but everything was just so new and exciting. With every roll and fold he gained, he gained new experience. A heavy stomach drooped past his knees, making it hard to walk. His body had thickened so much he was almost an oval. His face fat and rounded, with chins and rolls that rubbed together in the most interesting ways. Felt new kinds of chaos spreading throughout Ponyville.

As his magic took hold in the two svelte princesses, making them dive into the pile of fattening food, Discord couldn’t help but snap his lian paw. And now, some new chaos in Canterlot. Several stands of his appearing with new clones. With the Princesses out of commission and addicted to his food, he could see how far he could take this.

After all, if he really wanted to, he could end this all with a snap of his paws. Not that he wanted to. This was so fun!

“I hope you two enjoy this feast!” Discord crooned, “Because you’ll be eating like this all the time from now on!”

The two princesses said nothing, too busy stuffing their faces to reply.

Discord sat back and watched, a growing grin on his face. Knowing he’d done what he’d set out to do all along: get the major players hooked so his chaos could flourish unimpeeded.

(LINE BREAK)

Rainbow Dash rolled side to side, trying to gain the momentum she needed to roll out of bed. Finally managing it with a pained grunt, her knees and ankles taking offence at needing to carry her bulk.

She yawned extravagantly, shuffling her way over to the bathroom to start her day. Ignoring the feeling of her large, dragging stomach dragging along the clouds of her floor. Brushing her teeth and brushing her mane, the only things she had the strength and flexibility to do nowadays, was a part of her routine that she didn’t want to forgo.

Tasks done, Rainbow waddled her way into the kitchen, sniffing excitedly as she realized Discord’s delivery must have arrived. She, like many still ‘mobile’ folks in and around Ponyville, were too fat to walk to Discord’s anymore. Instead, Discord brought them food whenever they wanted.

It was always a surprise, what you got. Usually it was something you wanted, but it wasn’t always something you thought you wanted. It was a bit chaotic, leading to all sorts of odd combinations, but it was Discord they were dealing with.

Rainbow yawned, pushing to get herself settled on her couch. She took up the entirety of it now, her hips and flanks were so wide. Taking up the entirety of it, and rolling up and over the armrests. Her hindquarters pressing against the back of the couch, squishing and spreading up it as well.

Rainbow was the smallest of her friends, still able to move around her cloud house. Though the cloud house was far closer to the ground than it used to be, brought down by her immense weight. She was housebound, able to trudge along and take care of Tank but little else. She watched a lot of TV and ate a lot of food, her new sedentary lifestyle making her pile on more pounds and exacerbating the cycle.

Rainbow sighed, reaching towards the tray on her coffee table eagerly. Not noticing or caring how her legs were stiff because of the fat interfering with her joints. Not noticing the fat drooping from her legs as she reached. Not feeling her wings shift inside the rolls they were trapped in. Not caring.

This morning it seemed breakfast was a large sausage pizza with extra cheese, and some garlic bread. Rainbow reached for a cheesy, greasy slice, and started eating. Flipping on the TV absentmindedly, letting the grease drip down her chin and get caught in between her many chins, sagging cheeks, and billowing jowls.

Her stomach’s growling increased as she ate. Begging for more, always more, and Rainbow was happy to oblige.

(LINE BREAK)

Twilight let out a belch after she finished the fiftieth course of this magnificent banquet that Discord had made for her. She had lost her mobility some time ago after three days of gorging herself on lasagna and garlic bread. She was taking up more and more of the library these days, her right side squished against a row of shelving.

Twilight was laying on her mattress of a stomach, eclipsed only by her massive hindquarters. Her plot was still the biggest part of her. Swallowed up her hind legs and tail completely, her plot pressing against the bookshelves behind her, having to arc upward to compete for space. If somepony could get behind her, her plot could easily hide four grown ponies with room to spare.

Well...with all her weight going to her rump, Twilight was more able to continue feeding herself. She didn’t often like using her hooves to eat, but sometimes she liked the feel of it. Feeling her legs move around in their fleshy prisons, feeling how restricted and warm and comfortable she was.

Panting, wheezing, gurgling, the library was never quiet anymore. Neither she nor Spike had been able to leave it for some time, but neither of them minded. Gorging themselves endlessly on whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it.

Spike was so immobile he was a blob of dragon. Discord’s magic needing to feed the helpless drake as he gorged. His head was starting to be consumed by his back and chest rolls, his paws swallowed by dramatic sleeves of sweat. His tail poking out from between two lardy cheeks. He was immobilized so completely that he could barely twitch a muscle. Only able to open his mouth and chew. Almost blinded by sagging forehead fat and his puffy, basketball sized cheeks.

Twilight licked her muzzle, igniting her horn, and brought an entire lasagna to her muzzle, not minding how much mess she was making. Time for course 51.

(LINE BREAK)

Pinkie Pie sighed as the twins settled down in their favourite folds on her pigeon chest. It was always so nice to be able to sing them to sleep and watch them get settled, even better still that she could still help the Cakes in this small way when she wasn’t eating.

Pinkie, much like Spike, was so far past the point of mobility that she relied solely on Discord’s magic to keep her fed.

Pinkie was laying in one of the back rooms of Sugarcube Corner. Serving as a taster, foalsitter, and whatever else she could manage. When she wasn’t being stuffed with the Cakes’ creations, she was being stuffed with Discord’s food.

Speaking of, there was a pop and there was the delivery. Floating above Pinkie’s eyes. French fries and a milkshake, some cotton candy filled with chocolate milk, some more of that spicy peanut noodle soup she liked.

Pinkie was ready for it, opening her mouth wide and letting the food come to her. Chewing and swallowing as eagerly as she did anything.

Pinkie was...Pinkie. Looking like a half-melted blob of strawberry ice cream, she lacked a lot of defining characteristics of being a pony. Her limbs all swallowed up by their sleeves of fat, not even hooves poking out. Her head spherical. Her one, massive double chin encapsulating her neck and drooping down. Her dodgeball sized cheeks and the fat rolling over her head made it hard to see, but she did her best. She was so coated in excess fat that it was hard to imagine that she’d ever been a thin pony.

As her stomach roared to life, the twins let out matching snuffling yawns before snuggling down into their beds. Comforted by the heartbeat and soft comfort that their Auntie Pinkie brought them. Unaware of her continued eating.

(LINE BREAK)

Rarity stopped her sewing when she heard the telltale pop that signified lunch. Setting her work down, Rarity turned her attention to the room.

She and Sweetie Belle were in the main room of the Boutique, both trapped in prisons of flesh of their own making.

Rarity took up a large portion of the floor, her stomach, hindquarters, and drooping fat rolls spreading to make room for more of her. Rarity was covered in so many rolls and folds that it was impossible to tell where her body parts would be, with the exception of her head. She was magnificently massive, her chins cascading down her face. She was lost amidst her own sea of fat. Her limbs were gone, more like pillows strapped to her sides than actual, useful limbs. Rarity was a blob. A fat blob that seemed to take up more and more of the room she was in with every day that passed.

Sweetie was no better, though she was by virtue smaller than her sister. Sweetie was unable to move anything aside from her head in what felt like a long time. Even then she couldn’t really move her head. Her fat cheeks, huge neck rolls, and drooping forehead fat were encroaching on her vision, and further hindered her already limited mobility. She could glance around the room and, if she had to, she could turn her head a little to the sides. Aside from stuffing her face and moving her jaw, that was it. The extent of her movement.

She was large, her physique much like Rarity’s. An oozing blob of fat that spread across the floor, ever outward.

The sisters didn’t speak much, not needing it. Instead gorging themselves into food comas at every opportunity and existing.

Sweetie took a large bite of her fast food burger as Rarity started in on some kebab dish from Saddle Arabia. This was the life.

(LINE BREAK)

Apple Bloom sighed, sinking into the cushions underneath her immobile body as the last of her pancake breakfast soothed her hunger. She was in the kitchen of Sweet Apple Acres, watching as Big Mac trundled along. He was close to immobility, but his years of farm work gave him the muscle he needed to continue. It was comical that he could still move around at his size.

Applejack, out of Apple Bloom’s line of sight, belched loudly enough the house shook. Granny, while fat, couldn’t support the weight the others could. So she was upstairs cleaning, Apple Bloom thought.

Apple Bloom nestled down, head propped up comfortably with her various rolls, and sighed contentedly again. Pancakes were always the best, especially when you could share them with family.

In the living room, Applejack could hear Big Mac shuffling his way through the kitchen. She’d eaten the pancakes he’d made for her, and had eaten a calzone and garlic bread from Discord’s in record timing. She could eat more, but the food was making her tired. She yawned, wiggling a little to get comfortable.

Applejack was...well she was like her friends: a blob of a mare. So packed full of fat that it was hard to recognize she was a pony, nevermind the fact she’d once been one of the fittest in the group. She lacked Rarity’s gratuitous rolls and folds, instead having larger folks that seemed all the bigger for the lack of them.

Applejack belched again, feeling her chins and jowls squish together at this small movement. She snuffled, then snorted, and closed her eyes. Letting the comfort, warmth, and fullness lull her into a deep sleep.

(LINE BREAK)

Fluttershy was still the largest of her friends, and was arguably the most unrecognizable.

The others had experienced dietary changes. Shifting from the regular pony diet to more meat and fat heavy, but Fluttershy had taken it to the extreme.

She’d always been curious as to how meats had tasted, but loved animals too much to ever actually taste any meat beyond fish. She’d eat animal products like cheese and milk and eggs, but never meat.

But the more she tasted, the more she found she loved meat. Especially since she could eat it knowing nothing had died.

So...she ate like the ancient griffons of old. Large, elaborate feasts for every meal. Multiple courses, most of them heavy. Roast meats, meat stews, things dripping in grease, butter, and cheese. All of it delicious. All of it fattening in and of itself, but coupled with the sugary feasts that counted as desserts? Well..it was no wonder that Discord’s magic had plucked her from her little cottage and rested her outside where her mass wouldn’t hurt anything or anyone. If it hadn’t, she’d have broken through the wall, damaging the building and putting herself and the animals at risk.

She was ridiculously huge, too big to fit into her cottage. Too big to fit through any door. She’d lost all definition as a pony. Blinded by her fat, only able to open her mouth and chew. So far gone into her addiction that she thought of nothing else but eating. And she loved it, wondering how the same things could be prepared in such wild ways and all of them were so good…

Fluttershy burped. Always delicate, even now. Sighing softly to herself and wondering what other delights her friend would have in store for her.

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Across Equestria things were changing.

What started off as a localized pattern of obesity rates in Ponyville trickled into Canterlot. From Canterlot, the influence started spreading. As Ponyville went quiet on the word stage, the ponies too addicted to food to think about or do anything else, Canterlot picked up the slack.

Hooked on Discord’s food, Celestia and Luna were pleased to note that he had magically built food stalls around the city. Gorging themselves with the food, the courtiers took notice. Then the nobility, and the wealthy, and so on. Interests shifted.

Fat was in, thin was out. And with the Princesses blowing up like balloons, the rest of Equestria followed.

Celestia was in the throne room, so large that she was spilling off the dias that once held four thrones and room for advisors with ease.

Celestia had perched herself on the dias some time before, wanting to ‘remain available to her subjects’ but really wanting to be easier to get to for the food delivery ponies.

Her plot, always something of a point of pride for her, was overhanging the sides of the dias by quite a bit. Her Cutie Marks so large and warped that they were impossible to make out anymore. Filled with cellulite and rolls and folds, her tail was long gone. Her wings hardly a memory from where they were trapped in the love handles spilling down her back.

Celestia’s stomach was a multi-folded, hanging thing that rolled off the dias and spilled onto the floor in front of her. Covering part of the red carpet leading to the dias that visitors used to walk. Her hind legs were buried somewhere in between the rolls of her flanks and stomach, not visible to the pony eye.

Her front hooves looked short and useless, partially swallowed up by their own fat, they were little more than useless nubs sticking out of her torso. They, along with her head, looked small in comparison to the rest of her body. She had four chins, all of them massive and drooping. Forming into the rolls of a pigeon chest that made up the upper role of her stomach. Her mouth was currently open, gasping for air in between wheezing grunts as she struggled to get air into her lungs.

There was a chime, and Celestia’s attention went from her perpetual gasping for air to her ever present hunger. A line of delivery ponies made their way into the throne room, and Celestia’s stomach growled with hunger, and she got ready to demolish lunch.

Upstairs, in her tower suite, Luna was laid across her floor, snoozing away as the city clock struck noon.

Luna was about as fat as Celestia, though it was hard to estimate.

She was laying down on her stomach, a mass of jiggling fat that moved in time with her wheezing gasps for air. Her neck was gone, buried under rolls of fat. The largest one threatening to overtake her head. Her puffy cheeks melded into her many rolls, all of which hung down and formed a fatty roll where her chest should be. Her legs were useless. Her front hooves just visible through the rolls of fat that overtook her legs. Her hind legs were just rolls of fat, her Cutie Mark large enough that a fully grown pony couldn’t cover it all up if they wanted to. Like Celestia, her wings were half-buried in rolls, and even if they weren’t, they were too fat to flap.

Luna let out a wheezing sore, snorting a little on the inhale. She would remain asleep for another hour or two, then awake for lunch, and then sleep again until it was time to raise the night sky and the moon. All sorts of delicious things, whatever suited her fancy. From cheesy Neightalian to spicy Saddle Arabia: the night would be hers.

Then she would feast all night, not stopping until she lowered the moon, and Celestia’s sun began to rise. Even then, she sometimes gorged herself until noon.

For now though, the massively overweight princess would sleep, and dream of the food that night would bring.

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Discord was reveling in chaos magic so unlike his usual brand that he simply didn’t know what to do with himself beyond eat.

Endless clones kept things running. Kept ponies hooked, kept on making sure the population gained. The clones gained too, the oldest immobilized by their own fat before Discord dismissed them. Their mass adding to his own.

He was large enough now that he used his magic to keep himself in the restaurant. Technically, he should have been bursting out of the building and into the streets, but when you can rewrite the laws of physics to suit your fancy, it doesn’t take much work to make a room bigger than should be possible.

He even outranked Fluttershy in terms of size. Almost always taking in the smaller versions of himself that grew too fat to work. Enjoying every moment of everything around him. His magic let him see whatever he wanted, and he could control any of his duplicates at any time. Allowing him to feel the chaos. The fat that perpetuated in and around Equestria.

If he wanted it gone, all he had to do was snap his paws.

Out of curiosity, Discord wanted to see how Fluttershy was doing. Flexing his lion paw, and trying to move the digits so he could snap.

Only, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bend them, nor bring them together to make any sort of noise. Nor could his chicken claws, not even the tuft of his tail was left flexible enough to do so.

Part of him should have panicked, but the majority of him was glad this chaos wouldn’t be over soon. He’d figure something out.

Discord started in on third breakfast with a sigh. Feeling himself widen even more as a clone in Canterlot had his legs give out from under him.

Another beautiful, perfect day in Equestria.