Honeysweet and the Chubby College Conflict

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

Chapter 1

The sound of busy, excited chatter filled the corridors of Canterlot Mare’s Preparatory Academy. Just minutes prior, the last bell had rang, the students filtering out into the hallways, making a beeline for the exit. The grandiose wooden doors to the school swung open, Celestia’s falling sun sending long, lazy beams through the narrow corridor. Further along the hall, one of these shafts briefly dazzling a lone unicorn mare, fiddling with the contents of her locker. Raising a hand, she blotted the ray, letting it fall as the doors closed with a dull thump, rattling upon their tired hinges.

Clad in the standard uniform of the academy. A smart-looking navy blue blazer adorned her torso, leaving only a small window around her collar for her white shirt to poke through. Located just above her left breast, the School's crest had been finely embroidered; an ancient coat of arms, partially adapted to simplify and modernise the logo, stripping much of the finer details. Sharing the black, yellow and white colour scheme, a wide tie wrapped purposefully around her neck. Further down, a short plaid skirt sat around her thighs, the red and green tartan shifting and swaying with each slight jostle made by her hips; Hips which by all definition were exceptionally wide.

The mare was exceedingly large, well within the definition of obese, even by modern standards. Whereas the average pony would sport only a slight bit of a belly fat, or a marginally wider rear end, her weight gains had been rather more significant. The vast majority of weight accumulated around her lower half. Two mostly ovoid shaped masses of blubber formed her impressive pair of ass cheeks. Filling her skirt, the patterned fabric did little to distract from the basketball sized mounds, nor did they hide the cascade of flesh that filled out her legs so readily.

Her thighs and legs swelled outwards, rivaling tree trunks for sheer width, causing her socks to roll down towards her shiny black pumps. Her blazer and shirt were being stretched out significantly, the fabric around her cuff buttons forced apart as pale yellow skin, close to the colour of uncooked pastry batter crowded around the gap. Though not nearly as prominent as her arse, the mare's gut aggressively pressed forwards, forcing her to continually adjust her blazer time and time again.

Panting lightly, her honey coloured mane flopped and swayed around her rounded face, transferring several textbooks into her rucksack. Satisfied, she closed the door with a light slam, metal flexing slightly from the impact. Closing the zipper, she hoisted the bag over her shoulder, glancing down the corridor. Sighing, the stream of students had dwindled, the mare hoping she would…

“Oh, hey there Honey… how’s it going?” She stiffened, stopping in her tracks. A pompous, arrogant tone undercut the voice, muddying its thin veneer of politeness. Gulping, Honey turned around, a group of 4 mares stood watching her with a mixture of expressions; none of them particularly friendly.

“Err… hi Ruby…” She muttered, trying to avert her gaze as one of the mares strode up to her.

“That's Ruby Radiance to you, pig.” Barely a few inches from each other, Ruby circled around her, like she was inspecting a piece of meat. “Celestia, you really are a fat blob, aren’t you? No regard for your looks, no grace whatsoever, just like how you barged into this school without a care in the world.” The red-coloured mare snorted.

“You don’t belong here fatty… just because you have money doesn't give you the privilege to come to one of the best schools in Equestria and rub shoulders with us elite. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, you tell her Ruby.” One of the other ponies spoke up. “Ponies like her give us a bad name.”

“Hey! I deserve to be here! I...it says so in the school motto.” Honey responded, a cruel choir of laughter cutting her off at the end.

“Oh, puh-lease. You actually believe that crap means something? It’s just for PR you know, give something the plebs can look up to. Whilst the school might allow ponies like you to attend, that doesn't mean you're welcome here. My family has been at this academy since it first opened; my mother and my mother’s mother all passed through these hallowed walls. We don’t need its floors to be sullied by ponies like you or that friend of yours.”

“Speaking of which, where is she? Can’t be around here, I would’ve noticed the eau de gym locker stinking the place up. The one thing I can at the very least cut you some slack for is that you paid to be here; a sports scholarship shouldn’t even be allowed to get you past the front doors.”

“H...hey, you leave Autumn out of this!”

“Or what? She’s going to throw her second hand textbooks at me? I’m surprised they haven’t just torn through that tatty sports bag of hers… oh, and speaking of sports, are you still trying to get on the cheerleading team?” She asked, though it seemed more of a statement than a question.

“Ye…”

“Ha ha ha! Oh Celestia, that’s a knee slapper! A pony as tubby as you couldn’t hope to stay in any formation. You’d be better off painting the slogan on your ass, rather than embarrass our school in front of everypony else.” Glancing up at the wall, Ruby nodded to herself, then back to Honey. “Well, I’d best be going now. After all, I think piggy here needs her after-school snack. We’d better leave her to it, she might starve otherwise.”

“Heheh, yeah, bet she eats from a trough like an animal.” Another of Ruby’s cronies piped up, jeering at her. With a few more nasty comments tossed her way, the four slunk outside, leaving Honey standing there dejected. A long sigh left her lips, adjusting her weighty bag, cautiously plodding towards the door. Giving the wooden doors a solid shove, Honey covered her eyes, dazzled in the afternoon sun.

Descending the stairs, the front of the Academy was virtually deserted, at least from first impressions. From somewhere on her right, she could hear an odd discordant ‘clack clack clack’ on the pavement. Leaning around a wall, Honey caught sight of several ponies wearing soccer uniforms, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. Wayward streaks of mud and grass stains liberally spotted across their uniforms, thin beads of sweat trickling down their foreheads.

“Honey! Over here!” A voice suddenly piped up, drawing the pudgy mare’s attention. A shorter mare jogged over. A small smile graced her lips, Honey reciprocating the gesture, raising her hand.

“Hey Autumn. How did practice go?”

“Oh you know, same old same old really. Scored a few goals, bruised my knee a little, all good. Hey, you doing alright?” Autumn’s tone changed slightly, noticing how dejected Honey looked. “It’s Ruby, isn’t it.”

“Mmmhmm.” Honey mumbled, Autumn placing a hand firmly upon her shoulder

“Hey, never mind her, she’s not worth getting upset over. Besides, I’ve got some amazing news to tell you.” Honey glanced over, one of her eyebrows raised. “Not right here, I’ll explain later… you want to hit up the ice cream shop?”

“Sure, why not, I’m feeling pretty hungry.”

“When are you ever not hungry?” Autumn grinned, Honey rolling her eyes. Walking side by side, the pair soon went out of view from the academy. Given it was an early afternoon on a weekday, there weren’t too many pedestrians about. The majority seemed to be their fellow peers, enjoying the balmy temperatures as they took sideways glances at colourful displays in the shop windows.

Skirting past, the pair finally reached their destination. Looking a little worn compared to many of the stores on the street, nonetheless it stood proud. A large wooden sign hung above the entrance, depicting an exquisitely decorated sundae. It fluttered back and forth, the worn chains creaking with each jostle and shake. Eagerly holding out a hand, Honey pushed the door open.

Stepping in, the temperature dropped a few degrees, an involuntary shiver working its way up Autumn’s skin. Wooden tables were flanked either side by brown faux-leather seats, the chocolaty tones of the furniture blending nicely with the wood-paneled walls and the stone tiled floor, giving the place an almost homely feel. And speaking of chocolate, the whole establishment was permeated with sweet odours. Raspberry, vanilla, chocolate all hung in the air mingling, a small bead of drool leaking from the corner of Honey’s mouth. A small bell tinkled upon their entrance, a mare suddenly standing up from behind the counter. Catching sight of the two, her features blossomed into a glowing smile, wiping the counter with a small cloth.

“Autumn, Honeysweet, how are you two doing today?” She piped up, her round cheeks wobbling slightly.

“I’m doing just fine, Miss Knickerbocker, just looking for something to pick us up after a long day.” Autumn jovially replied, walking over to where the plump parlour owner stood. She was a rather rotund mare, a good deal larger than the average mare or stallion, demonstrated by the fraying, overstretched apron, the straining chord digging firmly into her doughy rolls. She was just a hair slimmer than Honey was, thick bingo wings sagging onto her elbows and chunky lower arms.

“So, what’ll it be today girls? The usual, or something extra?”

“The usual please Miss Knickerbocker.” Honey paused, sheepishly fiddling with her blazer. “Actually, could you make it an extra large please.” The owner gave her a small look, smirking slightly as she noted it down, eyes flicking over to Autumn.

“I’ll just have the same old sundae please.”

“Alright, one extra large chocolate milkshake and one Neapolitan sundae coming right up. Have a seat and I’ll bring them over.” Nodding, they slunk over to a nearby stall, Honey squeezing her wide behind with slight effort; Autumn easily seating herself opposite, unzipping her bag as she rummaged around inside.

“Sooooo, what is this news that’s got you so excited?” Honey began, as Autumn rustled through a plethora of papers, books and stationary. With a triumphant smile, she pulled out the item. It was a magazine, it’s glossy cover shining in the warm overhead light. For a good few seconds, she sat there in silence, her eyes flicking this way and that, drinking in the figure depicted upon the cover.

Standing at the end of a catwalk was a pegasus. The clothes she wore could best be described as unique, and at worst utterly ill fitting. This was because the mare’s massively obese body squeezed its way through innumerable holes in the dress, reminding Honey of fishnet stockings. Clothed in what approximated to a bedsheet worth of fabric, her creamy white flesh oozed and swelled outwards like great mounds of pastry dough. Her hands rested upon her hips, the abundant swaths of flesh eagerly depressing and swallowing her fingers in her ample butt blubber. She was an absolute mountain of a mare, her amber eyes telegraphing pure confidence.

“Autumn… what is this… is this some weird porn mag?” Honey started, swallowing from how dry her mouth felt.

“Nope! If you’d care to draw your eyes away from that enormous belly, you’d see who actually published it.”

“Equestrian Chic? Who are they?”

“You don’t know… alright, Equestrian Chic is the premier fashion magazine. And I’m talking ‘the’ with a capital T, H and E. Their coverage on current trends in clothing and lifestyle helps to dictate the next clothing season. Their influence over ponies can help to mould fashion and trends for a long time.”

“OK, but why should I get excited? I mean, she is pretty and all that, but what does this mean for us?” Honey rubbed her arm, Autumn flipping through the pages, arriving at one with a corner folded. Continuing the imagery of the cover, the double page spread had the same red-haired pegasus in a variety of poses, her morbidly obese form displayed at virtually every angle, giving some eyebrow raising snapshots at her exercise ball sized ass.

“Meet Bowstring, the star of the newest and largest modelling event on the east coast. Orchestrated by the widely acclaimed designer Extravaganza, this event aims to show off the beauty of those of a plus-size and beyond, with a wide range of eye opening and jaw dropping designs on display. This event to many industry titans has been an awe-inspiring experience, developing a greater interest in the limited plus sized business.” Autumn looked up, watching as Honey drank in the words.

“There’s plenty more in here about what exactly happened in the show and all the other ideas and speculations thrown about. I’m sure you’ve realised now, but it seems that bigger might be better in the coming weeks. Heck, I saw a report in the paper the other day talking about rising obesity levels in Manehatten, and a greater proportion of income is being channeled into the food and service industry. This isn’t some wild speculation from a seedy tabloid, this is reality, and Celestia damn it, I don’t want to be left behind for once.”

“So your saying we should get ahead of the pack?” Honey stated, Autumn giving an exaggerated nod.

“Yeah, exactly that! You know I don’t really care that I’m not the most popular mare in the Academy. That being said, Iwould like to be seen as more than somepony who got in with a sports scholarship. To have some clout? To be someponywho isn’t constantly pushed around by Ruby and her clique?”

Honey nodded, the sound of footsteps bringing her attention across. Holding a stainless steel platter, Miss Knickerbocker carefully scooped the two deserts out, placing them down with a thunk.

“Enjoy yourselves girls! If you need me, I’ll be around the back.” The two nodded politely as the rotund mare placed a few napkins down, disappearing as soon as she’d appeared. Looking at the chilled glass, a low grumble worked its way from Honey’s flabby gut, eying the white and red straw poking up towards her.

“Eh, why the hay not? If it doesn't get trendy, what exactly is there to lose? I’ll just be a bit fatter and harassed all the same…”

“And if everything changes, you’ll be light years ahead of the crowd…” Autumn shot back, pointing her long-handled spoon at her accusingly, gouging out a sizable blob of strawberry ice cream with the utensil and stuffing it into her mouth. Shrugging, Honey wrapped her lips around the straw, taking a long slurp. Her mouth filled with the chocolaty goodness, heavy and creamy as she quickly fell into a rhythm. Despite the massive size of the glass, the surface rapidly dropped as the mixture of milkshake powder, milk and half melted ice cream descended into her fold marred gut. Minutely, it swelled forwards, gelatinous flesh becoming firmer, forcing her blazer and shirt upwards.

In but a few minutes of near nonstop gulping, all that remained were dregs, slowly rolling down the inside of the glass. With a loud slurping pull, Honey finally let go, the straw falling out of her mouth, plinking into the glass with a light plastic thunk. “Gods, that was so gooouuuUUURRRPPppp!” Belching, she fell back heavily into the seat, relaxing into the cushiony embrace of the seat.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be this enthusiastic.” Autumn breathed, her voice laced with hints of sarcasm. “Damn you can put it away.”

“Hey, you're the one telling me... bouuurrppp... how being massive is the next big trend.” She retorted, cream and milk chocolate heavy on her breath. A low, rolling gurgle slowly made its presence known, seeming to grow deeper in pitch, cutting through the shallow breaths Honey made.

Frrrrrrbbppptttppbbtt! A long eruption of flatulence suddenly made its presence known. Like the distant thud of artillery, the bassy blast rumbled out, amplified by the leathery material below her. She winced, causing her doughy cheeks to crease and quiver as the shock wave rippled across her flesh. Seconds later, the smell hit them. Rapidly slurping down over a pint’s worth of thick milkshake hadn’t particularly allowed for her to digest the goopy mass. Sweet gusts of chocolate blew around them, unfortunately tainted with a raw organic after smell, motes of methane and a rawer stench mingling in.

“Why do you keep drinking shakes! It’s hard to remember your intolerance to milk when you keep going back for more.” Autumn took a tentative smell, wincing slightly. “I think that’s even worse than how I usually smell…”

“Buuuurrppp… first, because shakes taste so Celestia damngood, that’s why. Second, because I don’t care what my… frrpbtt... body likes and doesn't like and finally, because I, err… sorta like it?” She weakly ended, sheepishly grinning.

“Trust my best friend to be so freaky… You're lucky I’m so used to smelling like a gym locker.”

“Thanks… but I think we’ve missed a trick here.”

“Eh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just one milkshake ain’t going to me bulk up… If we want to get ahead of the bell curve, we need to seriously put away more than just one serving.” Honey slowly raised herself, head rising above the seating so she could glance into the open door where the owner had gone through.

“Miss Knickerbocker! Can I get another milkshake please, one with extra cream!” Smiling naughtily, she caught Autumn’s eye. “I can hardly wait to start stuffing myself…”

Chapter 2

A large set of Prench windows sat wide open, looking out across the Academy’s courtyard. Because of the structure’s age and an expansive history of construction, many architectural styles had mingled together. Great archways spanned the perimeter of the area, a few flying buttresses connected to the particularly tall structures that jutted up, the gothic styling clashing heavily with the recognisably Canterlotian builds; great multicoloured towers with conical turrets.

It was all too apparent that the school had become architecturally bloated, too many extra quarries worth of stone and render clagged onto the structure, not too dissimilar to the many ponies who traversed its halls. Honeysweet sighed, briefly looking into the empty air, gazing upon the distant hills. She idly spun her pen between her fingers, pausing as her pen kept colliding with her swollen digits.

Shaking her head gently, her gaze wandered back over to the blackboard, tuning back into his lecture. “...this apparent trend seems to be working it’s way across the country. As you’ll no doubt recall from the fourth volume of ‘The History of Equestria’, our country has been experiencing bountiful harvests for many generations, following the miracle development by Morag and Haber. This led to excessive amounts of cheap food becoming available nationwide, causing the minimum weight to continually rise through overindulgence. Though, this has...”

She tuned out again, distracted by a slight pinching feeling of her clothes. Fumbling, she extricated the fabric from between the fleshy rolls that so gleefully swallowed. And oh, how fleshy she was. Following Autumn’s advice, the mare had begun a crusade of gluttony, cutting swaths through any dish and meal that took her fancy. Be it stacks of syrup ladened pancakes from the pancakes houses her family owned, to great slabs of chunky, greasy pizza, to more of Miss Knickerbockers fine milkshakes and ice creams.

More recently, she’d taken a great interest in a new bakery which had opened on one of the busiest crossroads in Canterlot, one leading directly to the Castle, the other joining the financial district, shopping district and various institutions of academia, Canterlot Mare’s Preparatory Academy included. Berry Pies’s Bakery was a simple-looking establishment from the outside, but within were some of the best pastries and sweet’s Honey had ever had the privilege of consuming.

Assailed on all fronts by waves of calorie dense food and drink, the few weeks she’d spent on her fattening quest had blossomed with significant results. That meant she had shot up from around 300+ pounds, too damn near 550. Such concentrated feeding had created a wobbling mass of an equine, squeezed into an outfit which had been upsized and re-tailored a half dozen times already. Great rolls and slabs of adipose hung from her bloated figure, jostling and wobbling with every movement.

Her weight distribution had remained much the same, much to the dismay of any piece of furniture she happened upon. Two round globes of blubber, jutting out into a shelf that could just about smother an entire bench, to the point where she was forced to use a seat for each cheek. Much like the gothic arches that propped up the immense mass of the building, so did Honey's legs grow outwards into two immense column sized appendages, groaning with excess poundage. Their appearance brought to mind a palm tree, the overlapping growth rings on the trunk not too dissimilar to the sections of lard gathered around her thighs and calves, each higher section sagging onto the lower one.

Her gut distorted into an apron of cellulite and roll riddled flab swell out onto her lap, almost like a blanket of a sort. As heavy as a sack of flour, it continually fought against her blazer and shirt, such as to the point where she could no longer tuck it into her XXXXXL skirt. Unrestrained, it surged forwards, squishing and squashing into the table she sat at, wrapping around the legs.

She tugged at her blazer, doing little more than emitting the quiet popping of stitches, followed by a jiggling of the smattering of upper body flab. Her love handles quaked, propagating undulations up her back rolls, which bounced her sizable chest around. Much like how her gut hadn’t grown proportionally, so too had her breasts developed to a lesser degree. That still didn’t prevent the fact that she’d outgrown multiple pairs of bras, the last one catapulting itself across her bedroom in a rather spectacular fashion.

A low gurgle rose from her ever more cavernous stomach, Honey reaching out and grabbing a handful of chocolate-covered malt balls, popping them in and chewing. Normally, eating in class like this would have, at best, drawn a few dirty looks, and at worst, the lecturer would confiscate them and give you a detention. However, she was but one amongst many. Though she had the largest pile on her desk, many of the others in the cohort had taken up this practice.

Casting a wayward eye around the classroom revealed many of her classmates were becoming ensnared by the trap of hunger. Every other desk had a snack or two sitting beside their textbooks and paper. Untucked shirts, wayward rolls of fat, criss crosses of tears riddling tights. Weight gain was becoming more and more of an apparent fact with each passing day for the Academy, with Honey sat at the zenith of the furor.

“...And there has been an interesting development in Equestriaas recently as a few weeks ago. The speculations of an exponential increase in average weight has been confirmed. Though this trend started in Manehatten, it has since radiated out to neighbouring towns and cities. This has...” Before he could continue, the concussive ring of the bell filled the room, causing a few students to jolt in the seats.

“Hold on just a second, I haven’t quite finished, so sit for just a second.” He snapped, a few of the more eager students settling back into their seats, slight scowls adorning their faces. “Now, for next week, I want to see each of you produce a report, no longer than three sides of A4. These should focus around the historic and societal changes in diet and weight through the last few hundred years. I want to see some excellent papers produced, with actual research done in both current and historic trends; not some cobbled together mess created from your notes. Dismissed”.

As the last word left his mouth, the cohort almost simultaneously rose to their feet, the sound of grinding chairs on linoleum piercing the ears. Or at least they tried to leave simultaneously. For those who’d embraced the gaining, the simple force of gravity slowed any action. Gasps and pants echoed out as leg and core muscles fought against the excess poundage bearing down upon them. Out of all the ones who struggled, it was Honey who fared the worst. Pushing down upon the table surface brought ominous groans of metal and wood, not designed for such a weight upon their frames. Mixed in the dissonance of pants and groans, occasional bursts of flatulence worked their way loose, minging and subsequently overpowering the foody smell swaddling the room.

A few of the slimmer students winced, hastening their pace towards the door. The majority, though, seemed to care little for the noxious bursts and blatant disregard for decorum. Trickles of sweat rolled down Honey’s forehead, extending her legs inch by agonising inch. A pair of hands wrapped around her upper arm, sinking into the pliant mass of her bingo wings. Gently, they pulled upward, bringing her to a comfortable standing position.

Wiping a hand across her forehead, she turned to face her benefactor. If Honey recalled, her name was Chrysanthemum, the daughter of a flower merchant, so large that they supplied stock to every gardening center and home improvement shop across Equestria.
“Thanks… I was struggling quite a bit…” Honey panted, offering a small smile.

“It’s quite alright, I’m sure you’d have helped me out all the same! Want a doughnut?” The pink-coloured pegasus grabbed a modest sized bag from her desk, offering a collection of golden brown sphere’s of sugar, jam and calories. Nodding graciously, she plucked one out of the pile, popping past her lips. Biting into it, she moaned, a flood of strawberry jam flooding into her mouth and across her tongue.

Gulping, she quickly swallowed the calorie dense mass, licking her lips clean of detritus. “I was feeling pretty hungry, thanks for that Chrysanthemum.”

“Don’t mention it, but please, call me Chrysan; all my friends do.” She smiled “Just wondering, would you and your friend be interested in a little party at my place in a few days' time?”

“I’d be more than happy to attend! Thank you for offering Chrysan!” Honey responded, a smile working its way onto her chocolate stained lips.

“My pleasure. Party starts at my place at 8pm on Saturday. It’s in the eastern section of the residential district, you shouldn’t be able to miss the flower beds.” Nodding, she disappeared through the door, leaving the pair alone; the lecturer having slipped out at some point. Gathering together the rest of her snacks into her arms, hugging them close to her chest. Waddling forth, she exited into the hall, the widest parts of Honey’s hips grazing the door frame.

“Wow, that’s two invitations in two weeks! It feels like I’m back in Primary school.” Honey whispered to herself, grinning as the stuffy classroom air dissipated. “I can’t believe how many ponies' attitudes have changed towards me; I’d pinch myself if my arms weren’t so full.” Grabbing a slab of her belly, Honey sighed. “I’m already sooooo big… compared to that Bowstring though, I’m still tiny.”

Plodding down hallway after hallway, she eventually joined the crush of students filtering out of the other classrooms and lecture halls, eager to take a well-deserved break from learning. Gently, and occasionally not so gently knocking into other ponies, the reactions differed significantly. The thinner students gave her dirty, hurt looks, often accompanied by mild insults or mutterings of annoyance. Those of a more rotund disposition tended to either wave it off, or apologise themselves for getting in her way; Some even pressing her for suggestions on dining locations.

Even so, through all the bustling students, she squeezed their way into the courtyard. A rectangular space, the grass covered space had several straight pathways, a large, high edged fountain in the centre. Large benches were interspersed throughout the space, the simple seating featuring intricately designed pieces of metal protruding from the frame, curled to form the neck and head of a serpent. These were almost all taken, the unlucky saps who didn’t find one awkwardly sitting on the stone arches that boarded the edges of the yard.

Straining on her tiptoes, Honey spotted a free bench on the far side. Readjusting her snacks, getting a firmer grip on them, she weaved into the mass of equine. Weaving through the various groups and friendship circles, Honey could feel dozens of pairs of eyes planted squarely upon her gelatinous form. Like in history class, there was a split divide in attitudes; the ones who were weirded out by her massive figure, and the ones who were jealous of Honey’s size.

She soon found herself near the centre of the yard, sun shining on the nape of her neck. The cool breath of the mountain winds blew across her face, mingling with the spray created from the fountain. With the sounds of quiet chatter blending with the splashing of water, Honey felt rather calmed, closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath. She was so much at peace; she failed to hear the sudden pounding of shoes on gravel building to her right side.

Before she could acknowledge it, an abrupt shove was delivered to the mare’s chest. Unprepared for the blow, Honey raised her arms defensively, letting the myriad of food packets suddenly drop to the ground. The bags and packets already opened rapidly disgorged their contents onto the path. A box of bite-sized brownies practically detonated, the force of the impact breaking the flimsy paper seal, creating a brief shower of chocolate chipped projectiles. Above all else, the impact created an almighty clatter and bang.

“H...hey! Watch where you’re walking!” Honey exclaimed, surveying the devastation that had been wrought upon her snacks.

“Yeah right, maybe you should watch where you're going, fat ass!” Honey blinked, her mouth going dry as she acknowledged who she’d bumped into. Ruby stood there, sneering at Honey with no attempt to hide the contempt in her face. “Although, maybe it’s my fault. After all, who could miss an ass the size of a cart?”

Honey looked around, chest tightening as already a crowd was gathering. One of Ruby’s friends stood by her side, the mare’s muzzle slightly conflicted. Ruby herself was on the lower end of the weight spectrum, with minor changes made to her physique. The red-coloured mare flared her nostrils, making an exaggerated sniff. “Celestia above, I can smell how bucking rancid you are from all the way over here. Have you ever heard of the concept of a shower? Or basic hygiene, for that matter? Then again, manners have never been your strong suit, just like your spiraling weight problem.”

She chuckled darkly, the cackle somewhat eerie in the deathly silent yard. Even her friend was near silent, making a few forced ‘ha’s’ that were just above audible.

“And?” Honey simply replied, though it was laced with an undertone of anger, the corners of her mouth drawn into beginnings of a snarl. “What about my weight or my smell is wrong?”

“Pshaw… like I really need to answer that. You already fill an entire bench made for like, three ponies, and you smell like a trash dump. Sitting through class with you is revolting, what with you stuffing your face full of junk, farting and making smells like some commoner… oh yeah, I forgot about that, you’re new money. I shouldn’t have expected you to let go of such ghastly habits.”

“Those, yes, are indeed facts. But what I’m really saying is, does anyone actually give a buck above what I smell and look like, or even where I come from? I don’t know if you’ve touched a fashion magazine in the past few weeks, but this figure is currently in. Have you even looked at anypony else besides me, or even asked what they think about me?”

“I think you look really sexy Honey!” A cheer suddenly rose from the crowd.

“She looks great! Nopony gives a buck what you think Ruby!” Another shout was hollarded from another part of the yard. Soon, a bubbling mixture of supportive and heckling comments filled the air. Ruby’s eyes wandered around, her mouth aghast at the streams of vitriolic hate directed towards her.

“What the hay? You can’t be bucking serious right now? You’re supporting that whale over me?” She whirled around, failing to rationalise any solution. So focused on the crowd, that she only realised Honey was rapidly approaching her but the sudden shift in expression on the cohorts face. Swinging her hips in a wide arc, Honey’s immense tushie squarely collided with Ruby’s belly, the immense kinetic force sending the smaller mare tumbling to the ground.

Flat on her back, the breath was forced from her lungs. Wheezing, she could only let out a weak scream as the two globe-like sphere’s that composed Honey’s ass were firmly planted onto Ruby’s chest and face. Trapped beneath the weighty mounds, she was beset by a burst of nauseous body odour, which was quickly overpowered by a low rumbling that billowed forth into a cacophony of farts. A broadside of gas muffled the moans, silencing her justly. “How do you like this… pppfffppbbtt... huh? How about this… brrrappphhhtt… yeah? You keep mentioning how much I smell, don’t you? Why don’t you get a taste of the real thing… ffffrrrnnnpppttt… bucking bitch!”

Ruby’s arms flailed around, attempting to get some leverage as a thick miasma enveloped the two. Whatever gastronomic cocktail was sloshing around Honey’s gut brought forth a barrage of stink that seeped it’s way into every stitch of clothing, making the obese mare’s odor all the more unbearable for Ruby.

“Honey! Please stop, for crying out loud, that’s enough!” The sudden bellowing cry of Autumn rang out from behind, tugging the blubbery mare’s arm forcefully. Releasing one last noxious blast, the batter coloured mare slowly got to her feet, Autumn helping her out. Sitting there shell-shocked, Ruby was breathing shallowly through her mouth, scrambling to her feet. Her eyes shimmered with moisture, the sound of sniffling reaching Honey’s ears. “God’s above, why the hay did you do that? I think she already got the message when everypony threw insults at her.”

“She deserved it, after all the flak we’ve caught…” Honey grumbled, glowering heavily Ruby. Slowly, the red-coloured mare slunk off, her face downcast as she wandered alone into the crowd. Soon, the sound of feet pounding on the ground rang forth, Honey catching a fleeting glimpse of the retreating mare’s mane flashing between other students.

“Yes, but trying to smother and gas her isn’t exactly ‘tip for tat’, is it? I’m happy you finally stood up for yourself; there’s only so many times I can bear seeing you act so gloomy.” Autumn firmly grabbed Honey by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. “But you’ve made your point. You’re lucky there aren’t any teachers around, or you’d have probably been put in suspension.”

“I guess you're right... I just kinda reached a boiling point, you know?”

“Again, I understand fully. Let’s just try to not make this a regular occurrence, OK?”

“Alright, though, I’d be even more willing if you’d help me pick up these treats…” Honey smirked, Autumn lightly slapping her arm as she grinned in return.

“Fine, you’ve got a deal, big girl. Just so long as I get first dibs on anything not smashed up.” The batter coloured mare nodded, her numerous chins dancing and slapping together. The crowd surrounding them had begun to disperse, students chatting amongst themselves as they returned to their seats. There, they grabbed bags of chocolate, pastries and other assorted junk food. Whatever future this school had, it was going to be much, much fatter.

Chapter 3

The sound of heavy, pounding footsteps slammed against the floor. Accompanying it, was the discordant impact of dozens of pairs more, failing to fall into any rhythm as the sound echoed through the room. Interspersed were the hoggish vocalisations, wheezing and grunting with each exaggerated movement. Rather than the scene at some pig or cattle shed, this was in fact Class 2 B. And they were a good quarter of an hour into their Thursday PE session. Weeks and days had flown by since the commotion with Honey and Ruby, as the average weight across the school continued to climb.

Standing in the corner of the Academy’s state-of-the-art gymnasium were just under thirty students. Like fish out of water, their current physiques could not have looked more different from the ponies depicted on posters and diagrams stuck to the wall. Whereas the athletes shown had toned figures and well-fitting clothing, those currently gyrating and flexing themselves couldn’t be less similar.

Great slabs of belly flesh forced uniforms upwards, the abundant tracts of multicoloured flab dancing maddeningly with each jump and squat. A plethora of gashes and holes had been gouged into every seam and tight angle, allowing the compressed flab to ooze through the holes. Bingo wings stretched sleeves into torn scraps, butts filled shorts, failing to stay up as ample amounts of ass flesh came on full display.

If any department had been hit hard by the recent surge in clothing sizes, PE was most definitely the top candidate. Exercise, and the types of activities able to be performed were fleeting. Carefully scheduled modules of sports like tennis, athletics and gymnastics were nothing more than sweat feasts that tainted the air with the heavy stench of sweat and flatulence. As a result, the entire department and curriculum had to be scrapped. Just coaxing any amount of strenuous effort out of the cohort was like squeezing blood from a stone. Currently, they were jogging on the spot.

A sharp blast of a whistle cut through the air, everypony coming to a stumbling halt. “Alright… huff… take a break… for a while.” Sitting heavily upon a bench was the Gym teacher. Her face was a mixture of dejection and fatigue. Prior to the shift in trends, she’d been one of the fittest mares on staff. Whereas everypony had at least a pot belly, hers was near nonexistent, with only a slight coating of fat present. Then, over the weeks, interest in sport dropped. The girls of the academy were only growing more podgy and lethargicwith each passing day. Sloth and the extra effort needed guaranteed the class would turn into little more than a farce. So, with her classes turning into nothing but a joke, she turned to food for comfort. A clipboard rested upon the bench beside her, scribbling a few notes as she chugged a chocolate protein shake.

The students waddled over to where various benches and mats had been laid out, all of it repurposed equipment. Trailing a significant distance behind, Honey and Autumn waddled side by side, their bodies equally clad in abused, tight, sweat-soaked clothes, through which a strong, cloying stench permeating each thread. Little had changed about their bodies,they’d just grown much larger. It was exceedingly hard to ignore the pair of globes that rendered Honey’s custom size shorts to appear as if someone had painted them on, miraculously staying together. Much of the rest of her physique had been blessed with extreme levels of girth, though it was still her immense ass that where a mountain of cellulite pocked blubber wobbled about.

“When… do you… huff… think they’ll… pant… cancel… Gym?” Honey wheezed, her fingers wicking away but a few of the many trails of sweat that dampened her forehead. No sooner had one stream been wicked away, another would readily trickle across her batter coloured skin.

“Soon… I guess? Wheeze… I hope it isn’t too soon… the soccer teams still… puff… got a game…” Autumn replied, her oversized figure sloshing back and forth. Between the two super-sized mares, there still existed a noticeable size difference. Autumn’s weight sat halfway between Honeys and the rest of the student body. This difference was apparent in subtle ways: from how her cankles seemed to stretch and strain her running shoes, to how her neck had developed a weighty fold that sagged onto her developing back blubber. What too was more obvious was her ever more frequent farting habits.

Every strenuous activity, every seat she hauled herself from, every time she overfilled her gut with cheap snack food was a queue to release potent blasts. With a lazy tug, she adjusted her waistband, pulling them back into place. “Though if they don’t stop soon, I’ll have nothing to wear at all! It already costs a metric ass tonne to replace both my school and soccer uniform, I don’t want to replace yet another piece of kit I’ll outgrow in a few days.”

“Hey, it wouldn’t be so… pant… bad. Your body is to die for… you’ve got curves in all the right places.” Honey tittered, sitting down on one of the benches. Lighting her horn, Honey’s school bag lazily drifted over, falling into her lap. Snatching her own bag from the floor, Autumn sat beside Honey, their asscheeks squeezing together. Like memory foam, the larger swell of Honey’s ass deformed around the marginally firmer posterior pudge of Autumns.

“What are you talking about, I’m nothing but curves. With the amount I’ve got, it’s easy to find one that looks good.” Autumn replied, a family sized bag of sweets clutched tightly in her hands, the type of which was usually sold around Nightmare Night. Though almost every corner shop had these bags as the smallest size on offer, being sold for mere pocket change. Breaking the seal, she let a myriad of the fruity sweets tumble into her palm, unwrapping and stuffing them in piecemeal.

“Hah… I guess you’re right.” Honey smirked, digging out a few packages of assorted baked goods. Balancing a tub of bite sized brownies on the great expanse of her leg, she grabbed several at once, forcing a number into her maw, sloppily chewing the chocolaty mass. Pushing in piece after piece, the usual euphoria overtook her, lost in the delectable confectionary of Berry Pie’s Bakeries.

Her mouth was caught in an explosion of flavour, her mouth watering as Honey brought another handful up and past her teeth. The great mouthfuls joined the small pile of food already in her gut, created from the previous two snack breaks. “Mmmpphh...nomph… we have… uuurrrppp… longer rests than… munch… actual exercise… frrrppppbbbtt!!!” She mumbled out through her stuffed cheeks, small flecks of detritus spraying onto her sweat stained kit. Honey’s doughy apron gut gurgled and moaned, the organ struggling to process the thousands of calories dumped into it. Combined with the sizeable amount of dairy, and the strange gaseous property that Berry Pie’s foods seemed to possess, a near constant barrage of flatulence rippled her ass.

So large and so cloying, Honey could swear a thin green miasma was materialising, spurring her to continue wolfing down more horrendously unhealthy packaged goods. Upending the box, the last crumbs sprayed roughly towards her face. A few sugary particles missed the gaping chasm of her mouth, instead adhering to the light glaze of saliva spread around her lips. Releasing another sweet scented belch, she busied herself with grabbing another box, distracted by the feeling that somepony was watching her.

Lifting her head, she spotted Ruby Radiance standing only a few meters away, watching her with a dreamy look in her eyes, mumbling to herself “Oh yeah… gods she’s so hot...” Honey was convinced she would have just stood there, if not for Autumn also noticing, startling Ruby as Autumn cleared her throat. Realising they had noticed her, Ruby wandered over.

Unlike the rest of the school, Ruby was still near enough the same weight as she’d always been, though not nearly as well kept as she’d been. Her normally immaculately groomed mane had a few tufts of hair out of place, more so than what could be expected from exercise this light. Wandering over to them, a sheepish look was plastered across her muzzle. “Ruby? Why in… uurrppp… Celestia’s name are you staring at me?” Honey asked, the slight hint of venom in her voice, the slimmer unicorn wincing.

“I… wanted to apologise for... how I acted all this time. I admit, I’ve been a colossal bitch to you both, especially you Honey.”

Honey blinked, her mouth opening before Ruby held a finger up. “You’re wondering why I said and did all those nasty things, right? Well, I… Celestia this is going to sound so weird… I’m kinda jealous of you.”

Honey blinked rapidly, shaking her head. “W...what? What could you be jealous of? Your house is bigger, you’ve got more stuff, your family’s got a long and proud history here.”

“Well, there was one thing I could never get, one thing you had and I didn’t.” Ruby closed her eyes, drawing in and exhaling a sharp breath. “I’m jealous of your size and smell.”
For a third time, Honey was floored. The confidence she’dbeen building over the past few weeks seemed to have drained away as the cogs in her head whirred.

“Can you… erm… just run that by me again?”

“I’ve always desired to be much larger. Not in fame and status, but in weight. My family has prided itself on having ‘more restraint’ than others and absolutely forbid anyponyfrom overeating. But I’ve always loved to see others with giant bellies, enormous asses and wobbling boobs. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve stuffed pillows up by clothes to make myself feel big, but it just isn’t the same. For all the time I was at this Academy, everypony was roughly my size, so I kinda just assumed restraint was a more universal idea.”

“Then you showed up. This mare who devoured double the portions I would, who’d chug milkshakes and ice creams down, followed by loud, delectable farts! Oh gods I was so bucking jealous that somepony could do all that to themselves with nopony to stop them. So, I used my already high status to knock you down a peg. And yeah, I’d get pats on the back from the trendy gals, but I’d just feel scummy later. You don’t know how many times I’ve gazed at the photos I’ve taken of you, dreaming of having a butt as big and as flabby as yours, or a belly that oozed out of any piece of clothing.”

“Right, OK. I think I can see where this is all coming from. But if you're so jealous of Honey’s size, why haven't you gained yourself?” Autumn piped up, curiosity etched into her doughy features.

“It’s just that my body can't really gain all that well. I have a really fast metabolism, probably something I inherited from my family. I can’t exactly put on much weight, and even if I could, I’d just lose it too fast.” She snorted, scratching her forehead. “Great for keeping in the popular crowd a few months ago, utterly worthless now.”

“So what exactly do you want?” Honey said guardedly, brushing a few stray crumbs away.

“Just forgiveness. Please, I feel absolutely awful for what I’ve said and done. Just give me a chance!”

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t care how you’ve been feeling for a few weeks. You made me feel like crap for months! Why should I give you the time of day?” She spat back, looking down as Autumn placed a hand on her thigh.

“Honey. Look, I know what she’s said to both you and I, OK? But if you keep this up and never accept her apology, you’regoing to feel just as bad in time. You’ll feel much better if you let this conflict go.” Honey rubbed her face, letting a sigh escape.

“Alright. Ruby, I accept your apology, I…” Before Honey could say anything more, She was suddenly wrapped in a hug. Ruby’s skinnier limbs sunk deep into her copious mounds of blubber, practically absorbing the lesser pony.

“Oh, thank you thank you thank you! I promise you won’t regret this!” Honey said nothing, shocked at the tender contact, feeling her own ham like arms embrace Ruby. A few seconds passed, before Ruby reluctantly tore herself away. “Hey, just to really make it up to you two, how about we grab a bite to eat somewhere? Your pick, and I’ll pay for anything!”

“I guess we could go to Miss Knickerbockers.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to go there. I’ll see you tomorrow!” With a beaming smile on her face, the crimson maned mare walked away with a spring in her step. Seconds later, the gym teacher’s whistle cut sharply through the air. Sharing a look between each other, the two friends both smiled, beginning the arduous task of standing up.

“Everyday is just getting better and better.”

Chapter 4

“And we’ve just entered overtime for this game! With the goals neck and neck, will Canterlot Academy pull ahead, or will the visitors, Baltimare College, regain possession!” The excited bellows of the announcer rang across the football pitch, ever slightly loud enough to cause those close to the speakers to wince with each passionate, if not slightly laboured punctuations. Upon the Academy’s pitch, the two teams pounded down the field, in hot pursuit of the ball as it bounced between players.

Though, it was more accurate to say that they were pounding the field itself, the hardy grass torn up by the thumping footsteps of 2 dozen players, their immense bodies dripping with precipitation. Clods of earth were sent flying amongst spatters of thick mud, spattering their shin pads and legs. Though, despite the sheer amount of destruction to the pitch itself, the speed the players were moving to intercept the ball was pitiful. Not surprising, when the average weight sat around 400-500+ pounds of wobbling, oozing, jiggling flab, merrily tearing their way through uniforms many times too small.

The carefully coordinated formations of players, strategically moving into planned positions, were forgotten. They lumbered together as one massive procession, with the very largest straggling at the rear of the pack. Only the thinnest, or strongest, could hope to maintain possession of the ball, dribbling it the best they could between saggy, roll caked legs. “Oh, look at that! Autumn Canter of Canterlot has taken possession of the ball from Heather Bud! Look at how she’s soaring ahead of the pack, right on the offensive.”

Autumn barely managed a smirk between heavy breaths. A roar of sound came from the Home side of the pitch, coloured banners flapping, clutched in the tubby mitts of their owners. Her boots hammered into the ground, using her hefty mass to drive her forward, practically on the verge of collapse. Because of her early gains, she was much more accustomed to lugging around more than treble her weight. In practical terms, it meant that, as one of the largest girls on the pitch, she was marginally faster than somepony else her size.

That, however, didn’t stop great rivulets of sweat oozing across her immense form, leaving her far too small uniform sodden. It also didn’t stop the occasional burst of flatulence from erupting from her behind, her gut struggling to process the hefty box of doughnuts she’d devoured in the last snack break a quarter of an hour ago. The result of this created a rather ripe smelling individual. The overwhelming odours of her sweat and farts, alongside any sweet or savoury food smells, created a rather eye-watering combination, only getting worse as the match timer drew on.

To compensate for the shocking reduction in player stamina, a policy similar to gym class had been enacted. Every 15 minutes, the games timer would halt, allowing players to grab a bite and drink before continuing play. Whilst a good idea in practice, it ensured that a normal inter-school sports event lasted almost an hour extra. Substitutions too were frequent, as players often just collapsed from fatigue, their doughy, pampered bodies incapable of such levels of activity.

Autumn huffed and gasped, the path towards the goal clear as a thunderous stampede of noise flooded her ears. All that stood in her way was the goalie; an individual even wider than Autumn was. Baltimore had apparently gone for a physical wall, rather than a more mobile keeper. Clearly, they were one of the unfittest too, just standing there made the purple pegasus look like she was about to collapse. She’d only just recognised Autumn cantering along, winding up to hammer the ball in.

Raising their arms feebly, she didn’t move an inch as Autumn planted her left foot, sweeping the side of her right foot into the ball. In one of the most energetic movements in the game, the black and white spotted sphere spun past the wobbling goalie, slamming into the back of the net, billowing out as it made contact.

“Goal!” A great roar of sound echoed out as the ball hammered home, the crowd unsteadily rising to its feet as a final blow of the whistle cut through. On the sidelines, the cheerleader squad was given a second wind, as excitedly gyrating and leaping about. As with most physical activities, the once complex, spectacular routines had to be cut out. Especially after one member had been squashed attempting to lift another girl. Instead, just keeping in formation and moving in time was a miracle; a challenge that Honey took up with great enthusiasm.

Standing front and centre was the largest girl anypony had ever seen. She was utterly vast. A great behemoth of light brown fat that hung from every inch of her form. Her feeding had only gotten more and more voracious as her gut swelled larger and larger, a yawning void that begged to be packed to the brim with only the greasiest and sugariest treats available. It was rare to see her without some snack or munchie clutched in her sausage-like fingers.

Her ass could fill an entire 3 person sofa, uncomfortable too, the arms partially smothered as her immense globes of cellulite dimpled ass flab squeezed into the tight space. Thighs thicker than entire ponys chests, legs like columns of weighty, jiggly dough. Her gut sprawled out like a tarp, obscuring much of her upper-legs from view. These linked to girthy love handles, readily spilling over her thighs and out of her tight uniform. Round tits jostled and bounced, straining against their fabric prison as each errant movement threatened to let them escape. Foal thick upper arms uselessly wobbled and rolled over her beefy forearms, the heavy globs of lard pockmarked with creases and rolls a plenty.

Around her beaming, panting mouth, a figurative cascade of chins budded from face, slapping against the tire like roll of her neck. Heavy jowls were in near constant motion as Honey danced as vigorously as her body allowed, each shake of her glittery pompoms sending equal waves of motion through every gelatinous curve and bulge. She hadn’t weighted herself in some time now, her gut obscuring her sight of the dial. At the very least, she was pushing around 700lbs or more, the extra hundreds of pounds making Honey even more noticeable in the squad.

She sucked heavy breaths in with every motion. Being active for so long was wearing her down. Sweat rolled down every inch of her body, collecting in rolls and crevices, wicked away with every exaggerated motion. Despite how hard this all was, she couldn’t help but smile, watching her best friend flop onto her back, exhausted, Autumn’s teammates hauling her up again. Shifting her focus to the stands, she could see that the away supporters were already vacating the stands, not surprising, given the massively extended game length from all the breaks. The home stands too were dispersing. Hundreds of overstrained planks of wood and plastic chairs sighing in relief.

“Alright girls, that was some great work there!” The words came from the leader of the squad, a top heavy pegasus named Sunshine Steel. “Especially you, Honey. I wasn’t sure about having somepony of your size on the squad, but you’ve really done good! The crowd especially seemed to look your way.”

Honey beamed widely. A great smile spread across her lips. “Thanks! I appreciate it, coach. With an ass this big, how could I fail to not get everypony’s attention?” She tittered, garnering a few laughs from her peers. Shaking her ass from side to side, she grinned at the feeling of her entire body in motion as immense lumps of lard juicilly clapped together, straining her uniform to the limit. Before she could even acknowledge the feeling, a low, rolling trumpet of flatulence escaped through her exceptionally large shorts. “Whoops,guess all this action’s been really shaking my gut up…” Slowing her motions, she smirked, the cheer team dispersing and heading back to the locker room. Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, Honey turned again, a red mare standing a few feet from her.

“Ruby! How are you… pant… doing?”

“Not so bad… I’m doing well.” Ruby spoke, a hint of nervousness and caution tinting her voice. Unlike her voice, her body was significantly fuller than it’d been. Still nowhere near Honeysweet’s size, or even Autumn’s, she was bulking up, slowly but surely. Already, a noticeable hourglass shape had developed, with her breasts and ass ballooning significantly. This hadn’t stopped a rather juicy roll of flab from swelling forth from her gut, nor had it stopped her arms, legs, and face from collecting a smattering of folds and swells of blubber. If Honey had to guess, Ruby was just a hair larger than she’d been before, intentionally fattening herself up.

Waddling towards the larger mare, Honey could see was taking small, shallow breaths, gulping saliva as the two drew closer together. Honey’s eyebrows creased. “Hey, are you feeling alright?” She started, Ruby stopping with only a meter between their guts.

“Yeah, I’m… no, I mean, I... guess I want to…” She stopped taking a few deep breaths, Honey’s concern only deepening.

“Just… calm down Ruby.” The mare nodded, letting out a long, shaky breath.

“‘Kay… Honey, I wanted to ask you, do you want to go to the prom with me? I… well, I don’t have anypony else to go with… nopony wants to be with me, you’re the only one who ever gave me a second chance, even after all the stuff I said and did.”

“I, well I haven’t thought about…” Honey started, Ruby holding a hand up.

“Please, just let me finish. You know what I think about you, from that time in gym class? I’ve been jealous of you and your weight. Jealous of how utterly carefree you are with concerns to your self restraint. And, over the past few weeks, all the time I’ve spent with you, eating, chatting and joking, I’ve been able to see further than you gorgeous exterior. I’ve liked the way you look on the outside, but, I’ve loved the way you are on the inside even more.” She paused, taking another unsteady breath.

“I… Oh Celestia… I love you, Honey.” She finished, closing her eyes as she huffed. Her heart pounded in her ears, her lungs heaving, able to feel the ground trembling slightly. A sudden weight settled around her torso, forcing her eyes open. Honey had enveloped her in a hug, the mare smiling as her immense form squished around her.

“You know, I’ve been really impressed with how you’ve turned about. You’ve gone from somepony I’d dread to see, to somepony I genuinely want to be around. I’ve really enjoyed these weeks we’ve spent together.” Honey's smile widened, leaning over towards Ruby's ear. “That, and I really like all this flab you’ve grown…” Giggling, she reached down, gently squeezing a good handful of dough ass flesh. “Sure, I’ll go to the prom with you, because I really love you too.”

Ruby grinned, finally wrapping her arms around Honey’s back, reveling in the soft warmth shared between the two. “Thanks! I… I really appreciate it. I bet you’ve worked up an appetite after all that dancing. You want to grab something to eat?” The pair finally disengaged, Honey wrapping her pudgy fingers around Ruby’s.

“I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

Chapter 5

The low thrum of vibrations bled through the thick walls of the Academy’s auditorium. Rhythmic beats caused dust to erupt from ill maintained brickwork. In the pale moonlight, other signs of neglect were apparent. The grass, usually lush green even in the harsh summer sun, had yellowed. Large grooves flattening the blades down, meshing with the dry mud. Odd organic sounding noises interspersed the regular beats of the music, creating a discordant collage of noise, further compounded by the creaking of metal and the hum of magic.

Towards the front of the building, they had thrown the double door wide open. Despite how wide the opening was, a magically powered mobility scooter and its oversized occupant had entirely blocked it. In the days and months since the rampant proliferation of food, and the rapid ballooning of the populus, Equestria had ground to a standstill. Magical and technological innovations had made sure citizens could still move and undertake all activities they so wish desired, which mostly meant stuffing themselves with more food.

Obesity had become an ever-expanding force. Once set in motion, it had been impossible to slow down again, like a snowball rolling down a hill. More food stretched stomachs wider, which required more food to fill, which required more abundant sources of food. With more food, the burgeoning fatties could stuff themselves to capacity again, perpetuating the cycle. The result had created immense mounds of fatty, wobbly flesh, the barest features distinguishing them as being a pony, rather than an amorphous mass of odd coloured dough.

The mare's fat coated arms swayed and sloshed, squashing into her oversized breasts and upper belly roll as a panel on her mobility device tilted forwards, suspension creaking ominously as it trundled forwards into the hot, humid interior. Banks of multicoloured light flashed in time to the music’s beat, the shafts cast across the occupants, all of them squashed into somepony else. Designed to hold more than double the current amount of attending students, the designers had clearly never envisioned the possibility of the students suddenly growing treble their size.

Not a single creature in the room weighed less than 1000 pounds, which, in of itself, was a slight stretch. The accolade of lightest creature went to Ochre Sentinel, just shy of 1300 lbs. The actual average weight was somewhere around 1500, over ten times what the average weight had been a year ago. Autumn found herself sitting just slightly above this threshold. With her immense weight oozing from her obnoxiously branded scooter, the once sporty mare was little less than a gelatinous mass, yearning for more food.

It had been months since her hooves had touched the ground, her natural earth pony strength and endurance buried under soft, doughy rolls. If it wasn’t for the gadgets and magical gizmos that carried food to her, she’d be unable to feed herself and quell the ever roaring hole in her gut. Sweat oozed across her form like a sticky river. The problem made ever more acute, being packed into a room full of dozens of sweating, farting blobs. The air was humid, rank and dreadfully hot, reminding the ex-soccer player of the swamps in Southern Equestria… or the changing room after the last football game.

Football, and really any form of sporting activity, had all but ceased. Initially, the constant breaks for water and food dragged out every event to more than double its normal length. Coupled with the fact that ponies no longer had the strength to move any more than a few steps, the match vs Baltimare had been the last of the season. As immobility claimed her, new opportunities arose, most notably eating contests. Autumn’s early gaining, combined with her enthusiasm to fill the void sport had occupied, had led her to become one of the best high capacity eaters in the Canterlotarea, as well as good swaths of west, south and north Equestria.

It was only those living on the east coast who could out eat her handily, the very best of which hailed from Manehatten. She smiled, recalling her last contest. If Autumn could be best described as a blob, then the Manehattenite was just a brightly coloured pile of oozing flesh. She hadn’t been sure if they were a stallion or a mare. The only facial features Autumn could see had been their overblown cheeks, quaking and undulating from the gentlest of nudges. They’d eaten her out from under the table and nearly cleared out every piece of food there. The rampant gluttony she’d bared witness to was inspiring (if not slightly erotic) and reminded her of two other ponies; Honey and Ruby.

Sitting across from her, the two former enemies were now a pair of blobby lovers. Ever since the confession, the unicorns spent near enough every moment together. That, of course, meant that there wasn’t a single moment where they weren’t busy stuffing each other silly. Day after day, they each would spend inordinate amounts of time flitting between various eateries, gorging themselves on tables of ludicrously unhealthy food. One place they frequented often had been the pancake houses. Given that Honey’s family owned the business, and were currently taking in extreme levels of profit, it wasn’t an uncommon sight for the pancake heir to be messily stuffing towers of fluffy waffles into Ruby; her fattened face sticky with syrup and her mega-boobs catching every scrap and half eaten chunk.

Between them both, they’d both ballooned to unfathomably large sizes. Honey had maintained her status as the largest pony in the academy, reaching just shy of a ton. Her mobility scooter had to be specially imported from a Manehattendealer; not only to accommodate her enormous bulk, but to accommodate her enormous butt. Each cheek was a monstrous, sagging, cellulite dimpled blob. Titanic farts pushed their way past the fold marred globs periodically, wobbling her entire form and leaving a pungent aroma billowing around her, mingling with the heavy stench of other ponies flatulence, BO and food.

Spurred on by her marefriends’ encouragement, Ruby's weight had shot up like a rocket. Perhaps it was because of her family's insistence on staying slim, but once the red unicorn hit 500 pounds, her metabolism completely failed as the weight piled on. Not as large as Autumn, her exaggerated hourglass figure as a sight to behold; with her vast milky mountains wobbling and bouncing like water balloons. A comparatively small belly swelled onto her titanic thighs and below her knees as her meaty ass enveloped the seat. Like everypony else, hygiene had become a faint memory. Her table manners had devolved to that of a hog.

Although, the way Ruby ate would be offensive to even pigs, because at least they ate in a slightly more dignified manner. From even the smallest of meals, she would find some way to plaster as much mess across her face and upper chest, a permanent sweet smell mixing with raw, pungent funk. The three mares sat in relative silence, their mouths too full of food to give each other anything more than pathetic grunts and raucous belches. Everypony crammed into the auditorium was doing the same thing, happily munching away at excessive quantities of calorie dense treats (all happily provided by Berry Pie Food Distributors).

So loud was the cacophony of farts, belches and general gluttony that a good solid minute passed before the audience realised somepony had killed the music. “Ahem… good… huff.. Evening… uuuuuurrrppp… everypony…” The voice of the vice principal echoed from the speakers. Only a fraction of the student body could see her out of their narrow peripherals. Like an immense wad of bubblegum, the pink unicorn filled a motorized cart that sat on a raised stage, the microphone standsquashing into her chest fat. “I apologise… wheeze… for interrupting… ffrrrppbbttt… your evening, but if… pant… I could have… whew… have your attention… for just… huffff… one minute… gasp… I like to…. puff… announce… boouurrpp… this year's Prom Queen’s!” The mare panted over the intercom, a set of crowns surrounded in a light pink aura lazily drifted overhead.

“By popular… vote… the Prom Queen’s this year… huff… are… Ruby Radiance and Honeysweet!” The two crowns swooped down, nestling upon the lovers’ heads. A smattering of cheers and claps came forth, which were almost inaudible under the rolling gurgles and bursts of flatulence filling the room. Using the extent of their mobility, the two could only just rest their hands upon each other’s rolls, their oversized bingo wings sloshing about as they hugged the best they could, Honey’s gut grumbling in discontent.

“Whew… all that celebrating… has made… me hungry…” The oversized blob wheezed, her magic dragging a bowl of trifle over and upending the dessert. With Ruby grabbing her own unhealthy pile of sugar and fat, the students of CanterlotMare’s Preparatory Academy were more than content to blimp themselves into ever larger masses of blubber, uncaring as the frames of their scooters buckled and the floorboards bowed.

From where the Vice Principal sat, only one thing fluttered through her mind, disrupting the constant urge to stuff her face.. “We’re going to need a bigger school...”