Competitive Eating

by Le Cheval Blanc

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Porn, Sex
Length: 10696

Rainbow Dash has had one too many opportunities to indulge herself. All she needs is a clever excuse.

Rainbow Dash weight gain story. Slow roll, but just enough going on to keep it 'exciting.' Incorporates moments from the show to make it a bit more believable. It may not be sequenced canonically, but it's funny how many opportunities there were to make this a thing xD

Published 2023-08-27 19:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-09-01 05:29:13 UTC

Rock Candy

“Ugh, my teeth hurt.”

It sounded like a good idea at the time. Who in their right mind would turn down a friend’s offer of endless rock candy samplers? Pinkie Pie’s offer of sweets was no understatement. Rainbow Dash felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head when she saw actual barrel-fulls of rock candy, each with bright, luminescent coloring. The whole room smelled like sugar and fresh, tangy flavoring. Pinkie was sure to let everypony know that the rock candy was a family tradition that they could share with her sister, Maud Pie. After how this weekend had gone so far, Ranbow Dash was mainly there to eat some candy!

But maybe not that much. Rainbow laid on her back, groaning between breaths, and cradling her stomach. Her noticeably rounder stomach. It was no secret that Dash prided herself on her athleticism, but in many ways, it came at the expense of other goals a pony could have: some professional, some personal, and some just flat-out bizarre.

Rainbow Dash craned her neck to look down at her bloated tummy. It arced upwards in a luminous blue convex shape. Dash marveled at how smooth and soft it felt as she ran her hooves up and down its exterior, trying to calm the feeling of full sickness that kept her pinned to the floor. She made a circle with her hoof, up to her belly button, smirking slightly at the comically swollen frame, doing its best to hide away the svelte, chiseled muscles underneath.

“Ugh, I’ don’t think I’ve ever eaten so many sweets in all my life.”

“You said it, Rainbow,” came the reply from the orange pony sitting across the room, clearly experiencing a similar predicament, stomach cradled in her hooves with a wince on her face.

Rainbow Dash eyed her friend’s stomach, surprised by her own curiosity and fixation on its lovely shape. She couldn’t quite process the impression tickling her brain. Her friend’s belly somehow looked, good? Nice? Cute? Pretty? Dash shook her head quickly, as if to dispel the thoughts crossing her mind and to distract from how long she had spent staring. It didn’t help. The image of AJ’s bloated stomach, stretched into a small orb, just beginning to brush the top of her hindlegs, stuck like wet candy in a tuft of hair.

Rainbow Dash redirected her attention back to her own belly, marveling at the fact something she apparently found so tantalizing on somepony else truly did exist on her own body. She wondered what it would look and feel like if it was even bigger. Enough to fill the space between her forelegs and hindlegs. Enough to make her the biggest pony in town. Enough to make her the biggest pony in Equestria!

She huffed, her cheeks flush. It was a fleeting thought, surely hyperbolic, but she kept her tiny belly cradled in her hooves all the same. For once, it felt like her stomachache had subsided, replaced by a warm, content glow in her center. Rainbow Dash finally felt comfortable enough to sit up, bracing her back against the shop wall, eyes still stuck on the cyan treasure in her hooves. As she sat her torso up, it almost seemed like her belly protruded even further, drawn forward by gravity. She smiled at how the crest of her stuffed belly reached out over her thighs, turning her torso into a puffy teardrop. With a shifting glance to make sure nopony was watching her, she flexed her abs to push her belly out just a little further, curious to see just how big she could be. It did look nice.

She dared press her luck. It wouldn’t be weird. It wouldn’t be weird if she just laughed it off, right? With a chuckle, she offered, “yeah, well, I think I ate more than you AJ, just look how stuffed I am!”

AJ shot a quizzical glance, before briefly inspecting Dash’s stomach, and then returning her gaze with a grin that finally put her nervous thoughts at ease. Just joking between friends. Nothing more.

“Ha! ‘Fat’ chance! I’ve got years of Apple Family dinners under my belt,” she gave her stuffed tummy a light smack, “uh…figuratively speaking, of course.”

Dash wondered what a belt would look like on that orange tummy. She finally declared, “Agree to disagree!” before giving herself a few healthy smacks to mirror AJ’s. Rainbow Dash was relieved she could follow somepony else’s example, even though it was something she very much wanted to do. It helped bury the torrent of confusion and excitement tearing her head apart.

At last, as if to break the spell, Pinkie Pie interjected, “well girls! Looks like you REALLY enjoyed the candy, but which one is the rockiest of rock? The candiest of candy? Your favoritest flavorite?”

“I say red”

“I say blue.”

AJ and Dash shared a look before laughing happily together.

I get by with a little help from my friends

As it turned out, the rock candy necklaces really did do the trick with Maud. To Dashie, it was truly awesome to witness the harmony and joy that would come about when the 5 of her friends and herself joined forces to do something nice for somepony else. It made bad feelings wash away and made the next day a little brighter.

So why was she so…twisted up inside?

That morning, Rainbow Dash woke up in her bed and did a long, tranquil stretch with her hooves and wings. Then, almost out of instinct, her right hoof drifted down and landed directly onto her stomach. Her flat, hard, athletic stomach. And she winced.

“I don’t…this makes no sense! It’s just gone?! All that candy, and I only get to feel that tummy for a day?! Ugh. So unfair.”

Dash crossed her hooves over her chest and huffed, her brow furrowed. Then she snapped upward in her bed, her face twisted into one of confusion and alarm.

“Wait. Why do I…want to feel that way?”

She stood up out of bed and trotted over to her bedroom mirror. She stood with her body perpendicular to the reflection, showcasing a strong core, powerful flanks, muscular legs, and the same fantastic wings that had carried her on countless adventures and through her harshest challenges.

“I’m awesome, fit, and at the top of my game! Yesterday I was just…fat.”

She practically spat out the last word, trying to convince herself the whole thing was a mistake. Just her being caught up in the heat of the moment. She thought back to AJ’s stuffed belly…how glorious it was…and the pleasant way her hooves glided over the sphere of her own gut…when she had one…a gut.

“Mmmfff”

A tingle between Dash’s legs fought for her attention, but she finally took a deep breath, burying these thoughts and setting her attention elsewhere: a rumble of hunger in her stomach.

“Seriously? I do NOT need to be reminded right now. And besides, how can I be hungry after what happened…ah…” the thoughts came back and she flinched, “yesterday?”

Rainbow Dash spent that morning’s breakfast thinking more about how little she should eat rather than what she wanted to eat. In the end, a few hoof-fulls of oats and a glass of water finally silenced her grumbling stomach, but she couldn’t shake the hunger. Every time she felt hungry, images of bloated tummies of orange and cyan flashed in her mind. And every time those thoughts flashed in her head, she felt hungry. It was like being cursed, and it was not a good day to be cursed in this particular way.

Of all the days to have a serious panic about eating or not eating, it was the one where Pinkie Pie – in her never-ending quest to get as much sugary baked goods into the stomachs of Ponyville citizens as possible – threw an entire festival dedicated to pie.

Sure, back when Pinkie had shown up at Wonderbolt Academy with a massive, rainbow-colored pie pastry, Dash wanted to save her figure for the start of the long hiatus. But now she faced an ironic, paradoxical problem that she couldn’t have predicted or possibly have explained: she wanted that whole pie and then some. So why was this the exact one day in all of Equestrian history that Pinkie Pie insisted Rainbow Dash eat some pie?

Dash did her best. Pawning the treats off, hiding them, destroying them – anything to keep the sinister calories and the constant grumbling in her stomach at bay. She finally felt like she had gotten away with it until Pinkie showed up like a madmare, her eyes bloodshot from keeping them open so long, practically forcing the treat in her mouth that Ranbow Dash finally began to cave, pondering aloud:

“Should I take a small bite? Or a big bite?”

The sudden realization that she could – and always did – have the option of going full-on glutton and stuff herself silly struck her like a thunderclap. She tried playing it as cool as she could manage, keeping the temptation bottled up inside, finally taking a millisecond of clarity to tie the pie to a balloon and let it float away.

The illusion came crashing down, predictably and quite literally as the pie fell flat on Pinkie Pie’s head.

What Dashie didn’t notice – or rather – manage the mental energy to consider was that Pinkie had taken this long escapade and convoluted situation to mean that Dash – of all things – hated her pies. After a round of self-exploration and apology, Rainbow Dash was finally able to reconcile with her friend and put the incident behind her…by ordering more baked goods from Sugarcube Corner than most mares get for a wedding. Pies included.

Rainbow Dash found herself back in her home, goodies delivered, boxes covering the counter space in her kitchen and filling the refrigerator. The svelte, blue mare paced in her kitchen, thinking hard with a particularly tasty cupcake jammed in her mouth.

“Mmmpfrfff….oh wow, okay, okay, I can handle this! It just takes self-control and discipline. It’s like…the opposite of a workout regimen.”

She reached over to another box and grabbed a doughnut. Chocolate with chocolate icing. Then a glass of milk.

“So maybe one box of doughnuts and that wonderful pie to start. Milk to wash it down. And then tomorrow, I take a break! Yeah! Can’t just do this all the time, right?”

Her stomach growled and her mouth watered as she began to imagine what all of this food would do to her. She let out a high pitched laugh at the thought of it.

“Better make that two boxes of doughnuts. Wouldn’t want to miss out.”

Rainbow Dash retreated upstairs into a nest of gluttony that would have made one of Rarity’s model ponies faint. Comfy cloud pillows arranged like a gigantic armchair, a stack of Darring-Do books, and enough desert for a party of four. With her tiny frame planted squarely in the middle of it all, she set to work, chomping mouthfuls of delicious, fluffy doughnuts or warm, flaky pie with every gesture. Interspersed between bouts of chewing and swallowing, Ranbow Dash made sure to follow it up with a gulp or two of ice-cold milk. She knew better than anypony that the key to good training is getting into a rhythm, so with her focus split between the book in front of her snout and the desserts quickly entering it, she let the minutes tick by.

It was only half an hour later that her pace slowly waned, a distinctly full feeling emanating from her stomach. After meticulously crafting her own dramatic self-reveal, Dash finally closed her book and placed it to her side. Holding her eyes shut and slowly dropping her gaze, she finally peaked at what she had been working to achieve.

“There you are.”

Why not tomorrow?

The food stuffed Pegasus was truly a spectacle, her rhythmic gorging earning herself an impressive round belly which grazed the top of her hind legs once more. In an instant, the full feeling went from a sickly pain to a warm contentless. Rainbow Dash gazed lovingly at her own bulbous proportion and finally allowed her hooves to explore its smooth surface.

“I just don’t get it. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s so big, so much more of me. Maybe it’s like when I work out real hard, and I admire my muscles in the mirror. But this is different. It’s…quick. And easy. All I had to do was sit here and eat!”

Dashie’s eyes glanced at the other side of her bedroom.

“Speaking of admiring myself in the mirror.”

With a grunt and a lurch, Dash was able to roll her hooves onto the floor. She excitedly trotted over to inspect the results.

“Haha! Sweet Celestia! I look like I swallowed a buckball! No, a beachball! I’m even bigger than I was before!”

Her stuffed, taught belly hung suspended from her torso, drooping between her four legs. When she faced the mirror head on, it even looked like the circumference of her belly exceeded that of her shoulders. Dash remembered the old trick of making herself look even bigger by sitting and so eagerly plopped her butt on the floor.

“Ugh, this must be how pregnant mares feel. It’s impossible to ignore-“

Dashie caught herself mid thought.

“Impossible to ignore. I look fat enough to be pregnant. I can’t possibly let my friends see me like this. What do I even say? I don’t even know what this stupid, weird feeling even is. I feel lazy, fat, gross, beautiful, and horny all at the same time!”

Dash took a deep, calming breath.

“Ah well, I shouldn’t stop myself from enjoying it at least a little bit. Never had this kind of fun before. Which reminds me…”

She trotted back over to her gluttony nest and opened a drawer on her nightstand. She retrieved her ‘mare’s best friend’ and hopped back in bed, one hoof soon to be very preoccupied, and the other continuing to explore her globular stomach.

“Besides, I’ll take that day off tomorrow. I don’t need to do this every day, after all.”

As it turns out, ‘tomorrow’ was more like four days later. Each day the same story: Rainbow Dash promising herself a small, ordinary breakfast; a very distracting amount of stomach growling; a box or container of yummy, calorie-packed goodness; then a few more; and finally…back to the nest.

Though, even this mare, seemingly possessed by gluttony, felt a third day in a row was overdoing it a bit.

“Hmmmmm….ugh….just- wow…”

Empty containers littered the pegasus’ bedroom, and in the middle of it all was that same round, blue belly, slowly rising and falling with each labored breath the mare took.

“I didn’t even know it was possible to feel hungover from a food coma. What time is it?”

She glanced at the clock to spot 5pm on the dial and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t made plans and the Wonderbolts wouldn’t be calling for a few months.

Rainbow Dash could tell that this was the biggest her stomach had ever been in her entire life. Small gurgles emanated from inside. Dash still felt like she still couldn’t afford to let anypony see her like this. She felt ashamed and self-conscious. But even so, her hooves remained firmly preoccupied with exploring every glorious inch.

“If I don’t cool it right now, I might actually explode.”

Rainbow dash caught a quick late-afternoon nap while she continued to digest her massive binge. After awaking a bit later into the evening, Rainbow Dash resolved to ‘inspect the damage’ for what must’ve been the hundredth time in three days. With a flap of her wings to help prop her up in bad, she hopped back to her hooves and felt…off. Like something on her shifted with the impact before bouncing back to where it was on her skin.

“Was that..? Oh no. Oh sweet Celestia and Luna above no!!!!”

Dash practically sprinted to the mirror, madly inspecting every inch of her frame. The belly was there. It was the biggest it had ever been, for sure. But with an upsetting degree of ease, she spotted it: her flanks – once elegantly defined by muscle – now had a small, squishy layer of chub draped around them. Her cutie mark must have been an inch larger than before. And her butt protruded outward, smooth and pristine, just a bit further.

“I’M FAAAAAAAT!”

Dash huffed and puffed and wailed, questioning what had gone wrong with her, with her life, with the universe. Of course, to anypony else, the difference was barely noticeable. Most mares in Equestria had a bit of junk in the trunk or dealt with tighter saddles around Hearthswarming. But not her. Not elite flyer Rainbow Dash. At that moment, to her, surely influenced by the still stuffed-to-capacity-gut hanging between her legs, she may as well have been the size of the moon.

“I can’t- this isn’t- what do I do?!?!”

One might say a bit of hyperventilating sorts everything out.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

She poked a hoof into her cutie mark and winced as it sank inwards.

“It’s not that bad. The swelling will go down – can’t believe I just said that – and uh…I’ll just work off the extra weight. No problem! I’ll just grab a little snack and-“

Rainbow’s eyes shot wide open as if something in her head had just snapped in two.

“I…can’t…seriously…be HUNGRY right now?!?!”

She slammed a hoof to her forehead and tried to calm herself. Sure enough, she found her comfort, with her second hoof gliding on top of her stomach.

“Gah! What’s the matter with me?! Can a pony literally get addicted to…stuffing herself?”

Just on cue, her stomach rumbled. Easiest way to train is by keeping on a rhythm.

“No! No more! No more sweets. It’s late, I’ve had plenty to eat. I’m going to bed so this little ‘problem’ can resolve itself.”

She smacked her belly to accentuate the point, but all that did is reaffix her gaze to how the surface shifted and wobbled. She was bigger than Applejack was back at Pinkie’s. She wondered if her belly had grown the same softness as her flanks. It certainly seemed less…tight…as she cradled it. Sitting in front of the mirror, still taking in the shock and bewilderment of the situation, Rainbow Dash felt with a curious gesture how her flanks and butt would softly squish inwards, and how her belly still felt tough and inelastic. She wondered how many days of binging it would take before her belly was this size all the time. But it wouldn’t be tough. It would be soft. And flabby. And jiggly. And it wouldn’t go away. It’d just be there. It’d just be her being bigger and rounder than before.

“ACK, stop it, Rainbow. Stop it. You don’t want this. This is bad. Stop it. Bed. Now.”

She tore herself from the mirror. Maybe this was somehow its fault.

She placed a hoof forward to climb in bed but paused. A guilty eye glancing at the nightstand.

“Although…I did take that nap so…I should make it a bit easier to get to sleep. Everything will be better in the morning. Just one quicky.”

The funny thing about intrusive thoughts is they can get louder when you try to stop thinking about them. Thoughts of softening bellies and widening flanks. Dashie had a very hard time going to sleep that night. It was loud.

Castle Sweet Castle

“It’s like the whole world is conspiring against me, including ME.”

Rainbow Dash’s tail drooped and she hung her head low as she regarded the lovely (and impeccably written) invitation from Twilight Sparkle to join her at her new castle for pancakes. That morning, she thought her heart would burst as she approached the mirror. That trial by ego promised to make this day the worst she’d ever experienced. But it wasn’t so bad. Sure, the blue mare had a little bit of flub to her legs and butt. And sure there was some extra softness to her stomach. But it wasn’t world ending. Noticeable. A bit complimentary, in fact.

“Well, it’s not like I’m immune to gaining some weight during the break from Wonderbolts. I’m definitely…ugh…flabbier but…”

She took a moment to experiment with flicking her belly flab with the tip of her hoof. It was elastic, bulging ever so slightly atop her regular toned frame. As she sat and hunched over, it was more obvious: a deepened belly button and the first showings of a single roll.

“It’s not so bad. I can work this off in ten seconds flat!”

She proudly exclaimed her new goal, her new routine. But there was something gnawing at her: a feeling she struggled to place amidst the harsh self-condemnation over getting even a little chubby. Something like…regret.

“It really isn’t so bad.”

She pinched and squeezed tiny hoof-fulls of chub that she discovered all over. Her legs, her thighs, her butt, her stomach – all coated in the same excellent little softness that made her feel warm and cozy, like being wrapped in a cotton blanket. A flashing spark of temptation entered her mind.

“I wonder…”

Her hooves gestured outwards to encompass a swollen belly that was no longer there.

“No. NO. I’ve had my fun, and I’m going to stick to my bucks on this one!”

Then came that invitation. In the middle of another boring, healthy breakfast, a plea from the outside world. No doubt it would be unusual for Rainbow to ignore such a request. She hadn’t been outside her home in three whole days, and her friends were going to be there. A conspicuous, empty, rainbow-engraved seat at the throne room would surely raise some eyebrows. Maybe Dash could fly under the radar on this one. No way her friends would comment or speculate when one of their good friends added a bit of extra fluff. That would be impolite.

Her mind made, Rainbow Dash joined her friends for the breakfast. Her abs tensed in an attempt to retract the chubbiness back to nothing. Her eyes darted around and mind raced to avoid any comment or wayward glance. The conversation with Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy was jovial and warmhearted. Though Twilight seemed to be drifting back to sleep. It seemed to Rainbow that her friend was weirdly…unkempt? Maybe moving to a new castle all of a sudden can be hard on a mare, even an alicorn like her. But such thoughts were driven out of the hungry pegasus’ mind, as the main event took center stage: a hearty pile of steaming blueberry pancakes, glazed in syrup, and topped with whipped cream towered before her.

While her face was all smiles and thanks, inside a screaming argument occurred within her mind.

“What IS it with that mare? First the pie incident and now you and Twilight suddenly ‘decide’ to make more pancakes than Celestia herself could eat? ‘Kept asking to try more?!’ Who avoids their own house by baking? Twilight is asleep in her plate for crying out loud! She doesn’t need more (maybe she does, she’d get so round – purple belly). ACK. Okay. Don’t panic. It would be ungrateful to just…not eat them, right? I’ll just have a little bit. All my friends are here. They don’t need to see me going crazy but…it’d be easier to do this if I hadn’t spent the last week practically training to go crazy. Just a little bite. I’ll say I’m full after- after-“

Dash reached forward with her teeth bared and took a hearty chomp of the stack of pancakes. Then another. Then another. Each one was supposed to be the last, but then there was another. Again and again. Then there were seconds. And thirds. Pinkie Pie said they had made loads, so what was the harm, really? So much food compressed into so little time had stretched Dash’s stomach, and her bewitching fixation on there being ‘more’ slowly eroded her better judgement.

Rainbow Dash’s friends were mostly concerned about Twilight’s bizarre habits over the past few days, but a far more peculiar event had captured their attention: namely the fact that their cyan compatriot had just eaten more food in twenty minutes than most of them could manage in an hour. Pinkie was the first to interject.

“Wow, Rainbow Dash! You must’ve been staaaaarved!”

As if awoken from a trance, Rainbow stammered to attention, suddenly shamefully aware that she had just stuffed herself silly and her belly now pressed on the edge of the map table, cold crystal parting its mass into a top roll and a bottom roll.

“Ugh…”

Rarity echoed her friends’ exclamation.

“Rainbow, darling, are you alright? You seem a little…oh what’s the word? Transfixed. I haven’t seen a scene like that since the last time Sassy Saddles cheated on her diet.”

Twilight chimed in, helpfully.

“I’m pancake! I mean…awake! What’s…what’s going on- oh my goodness!”

Applejack interjected.

“What in tarnation are you up to girl?!”

Rainbow Dash heard these voices from all different directions and squirmed in her seat. She scoured her mind for an explanation that didn’t involve her constant, insane fixation on getting fatter. A quiet comment from Fluttershy joined in.

“I’ve seen my animals do that, but they were usually getting ready to hibernate.”

Finally the she found an excuse, eyes beaming with relief.

“A contest!”

A chorus of what’s and hum’s resounded from the cavernous castle dining room.

“I’m entering an eating contest in Las Pegasus! There’s lots of…um…training involved. And I figured that while I was on leave from the Wonderbolts, now would be the time to do it!”

She offered a proud smile to conceal the ocean of guilt and worry within her mind.

“But why would you ever want to do a thing like that? At the rate you just went, you’re probably going to win. It’s going to be very tricky getting back into shape for the Wonderbolts.”

Rainbow Dash stammered at Twilight’s annoyingly accurate critique. If this was ‘training,’ the result was ‘getting in shape.’ A distinctly un-athletic shape at that. She flapped her wings to scoot back in her chair, alleviating the pressure of the table from her swollen middle.

“I was kinda hoping…you might have a spell for weight loss?”

Rainbow felt like an imaginary hoof had smacked her into stupidity. Her ‘plan’ – at this exact moment – rested on the idea that somepony like her would risk getting desperately, ludicrously chubby before asking the magical purple pony for a way to undo it.

“Weight loss? Hmmm.”

Rainbow braced in her seat, resisting the temptation to rub her belly again. It really needed it.

“Unfortunately, that sort of magic is more alike to things like mane restoration. It’s always tricky to alter a pony’s physical body after something non-magical is done to change it.”

This was bad. Dash’s mind resumed the race for solutions.

“But…this is, like, the ONLY thing I’ve never tried to be good at. I’ve kept my body in peak flying condition for years, and I’ve never had the chance to just pig out! Not that I…uh…want to get fat or anything. But there’s gotta be a middle road here!”

“Well Rainbow Dash, of all the magic that is waiting to be discovered, I’m pretty sure a ‘weight loss’ spell is pretty high on the list! I will look into it if it helps you. I’m sure ponies all over Equestria would be overjoyed to find such help. I mean, it’s so hard to lose weight as is!”

“Oh, I know! I mean, one time I had a photoshoot in Manahatten that went poorly, and my comfort ice cream only helped me plump up before the next one in Phillydelphia!”

“I know the Apple family is known for our treats, but some of those holiday pounds make applebucking more of a chore than it already is. I could make use of a thing like that.”

“As it turns out, preparing for hibernation can be a bit…infectious.”

“I’ve actually never gained weight! I think I move too fast and too often…or something!”

The round of support and encouragement finally put Dashie’s mind at ease. The guilt over hiding the true reason would have to weight.

“Thank you so, so much. Even if it means a lot more work down the road, I want to keep true to my commitment and be the best pony I can be! I will warn you though: it’s entirely possible you’ll see a lot ‘more’ of me soon enough!”

Giggles surrounding the conflicted mare filling her chair finally offered some respite, but Rainbow Dash knew, there and then, that she had created a horrible dilemma for herself: 1. There needed to be an eating contest for her to go to in Las Pegasus and 2. She needed to LOOK like she was “training” for it.

That isn't cake, that's a whole bakery

First it was making sure she watched the pounds and quickly lost some weight. Now, her stupid mare brain enjoying the stupid sexy prospect of weight gain had every excuse available to dive right in. Rainbow dutifully and responsibly addressed these problems by going home – her stuffed belly making contact with all four legs as she walked and weighing her down as she flew – and repeatedly bonking her head against a cushy cloud pillar.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did I even do that? Was there some…some anything that would explain why super-competitive Rainbow Dash was suddenly eating like a mare on a mission to get fat? Something…stupid…ANYTHING that didn’t involve sex and psychosis?”

She plopped down on her now-clearly softened rear and considered her situation.

“I am, quite literally, already on track to get fat. I am getting fatter. My stupid pancake binge has seen to that! And the worst part is: I WANT IT. I can do it. It’ll be so easy. If I just keep eating and stuffing myself, I won’t just have this dumb, super-stuffed belly, I’ll have a REAL belly. A fat, jiggly- and…and my legs and butt would get big too. I’d get so big. And I’d eat more and get fatter. And I’d get fatter, so I can eat more. Hmmmf.”

If there was only one more flight that Rainbow Dash could take, she knew exactly where to go: Sugarcube Corner. Hushed tones and a dark cloak were apparently enough.

“Pinkie, don’t tell anypony else. I need you to arrange for an eating contest in Las Pegasus. I’ll cover it. I’ll dip into my savings. Anything! Just make sure there is an ‘event’ and keep the desert orders coming!”

“Okie Dokie Lokie Dashie! But why do you want a contest organized? I thought you were already training for one? You certainly look the part!”

A cyan hoof covered her mouth.

“It was cancelled, okay! But I can’t just stop! Look at me!”

The dark cloak unfurled to reveal that the pancake binge had done its due to the pegasus’ physique. Where once there was a flat, concave rim of muscle, there was now a doughy, slightly rounded mass of chubbiness. It was not nearly as large as her stomach had been during her now-frequent binges, but it was there. A belly. There no matter how she tried to suck it in or hide. The fact that it was soft and squeezable and still as round and large as it had been during the candy rock incident was certainly not lost to the rainbow-maned pervert wielding it.

“Wow Dashie! You’re definitely training hard. Or maybe…soft! Ha!”

A pink hoof made contact with the soft, jiggling mass that Dash was trying so desperately to play off. And, to her, the fact of somepony else even touching it nearly made her melt there and then. Instead, she recoiled away, flapping her wings and hovering in place, still hoping the charade would hold up to Pinkie’s scrutiny.

“Can- can you do it?”

“Of course, silly. Most of my job is throwing parties in secret. And a food eating contest is just a party with some REALLY hungry guests!”

“Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me.”

Rainbow returned to her hooves on the floor of Sugarcube corner, the sensation of growing fat draining towards the ground twisting her mind and making her blush.

“Thank you. And uh…could you…make the next cupcake order red velvet? I’ve always loved red velvet.”

“Okie Dokie! Good luck with the training!”

Back in her home, Rainbow Dash was relieved to have one problem mostly resolved. Pinkie was not one to break a promise when she made one. But that just left…

“Yep. That’s my belly.”

She stood in front of the mirror, feeling more annoyed than aroused like she had been. Maybe a little aroused. She gazed, head turned towards her torso and legs standing perpendicular to the mirror.

“Before it was just a little bit of chub, but now?”

She threw her super sneaking agent cloak to a nearby hangar and plopped down so she could take a serious look at herself. The thing was tight on her anyway.

“This is not ‘a little bit.’ I’ve got enough belly to jiggle! And my butt? I know for a fact my cutie marks were never that large. It’s soft and gross and big and- (and it’s kinda sexy)…but…horrible…cause…it’s so big…and…fat…and-“

She spun to face away from the mirror, gloriously flabby flanks in full view. Her tail twitched and flicked to get a better view.

“I think they call that ‘having cake’ because you get chubby because you eat cake and you get a big butt and-”

The chubby mare wistfully glided her hooves over the newfound mass. Everywhere she could find a bit of flab, she wondered at it. Where once she had to stuff herself silly to see the results on herself, now there was a true, glorious product of her efforts. And on a part of her besides her belly! A part of her that bended and moved and bulged…without so much as a snack extending it. It was her. More of her.

“You end up wanting a ‘slice.’”

She sighed as her stomach growled; decision made.

“Why not? With Twilight working on that weight loss spell, I can make myself bigger…and fatter…I can do that for as long as I want.”

A doorbell wrang. It was her order of sweets from Sugarcube Corner.

“But if I’m going to get fat, I’m not going to do it alone.”

Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal

The following week had been an eventful one for the rapidly plumping mare. More rhythm. More consumption and gluttony. Rainbow Dash wondered and fluttered at how big she would get, her mind aswirl with a fantasy that rapidly became real. The morning reviews in the mirror had been telling. Each day, pushing her limits. Three boxes of sweets and two cartons of heavy cream. Then four and three. Then five and four. Hours of blissfull fullness and scandalous self-stimulation. Now that she caved and was truly gaining, a few extra inches on top of the bulbous belly and sumptuous, curvaceous butt were hard to notice day by day, but the results were there. And she took her time inspecting every last detail. The soft, jiggly roll between her legs pulsed over the course of the day, first as packed, taught fullness and then back down into squishy, pliable flab. The roll receded less and less after each bloat as the endless calories packed on the pounds, leaving her with a permeant pot belly which was soft to the touch and happily protruded as she sat, usually eating even more. It needed to expand again, after all. Her butt swelled to impressive proportions, jiggling with every step. Rainbow Dash found sitting on it remarkably comfortable. Like a seat cushion. Like pillowy dough that supported and upheld her permanently lazy lifestyle. The fact that it was her, it was her getting cushy and soft proved very thrilling.

Fluttershy did not have the luxury of seeing the results of daily, calorie packed binging like Rainbow Dash was witnessing. So, the sight before her that day was a bit of a shock.

“Goodness, Rainbow Dash, um…you are looking rather…generous today.”

The yellow Pegasus sought polite words to describe the enlarged friend before her. She observed that where once there was toned muscle that made skinny mares like her a bit jealous, there was now a sizeable layer of padding. Around her stomach, a solid roll of fat, draping downwards in front of her hindlegs. Cutie marks stood engorged and exaggerated, desperately covering a mass of flank that every stallion in Ponyville marveled and imagined privately during ‘me time’ in their homes. She was not quite ‘fat.’ Nopony could quite call her fat. But good heavens above and Celestia below, she was thick like some mares could only ever dream of.

“Thanks, Fluttershy. Impressive, isn’t it?! I’m really throwing myself head first into my training.”

Fluttershy hid her scoff and maintained her cordial tone, but the screaming ‘more like stomach and butt first’ nagged at her mind.

“I remember you talking about animals hibernating, and something about you gaining a few extra pounds at the same time.”

“Oh, yes, during this last winter I prepared a special calorie-enriched oatmeal mix that would help the predators in my care fatten up without hurting the other creatures. It’s um…quite flavorful, I can confirm that. I could barely fit in my holiday sweater by the end of the batch I made. But um…are you sure you would need a thing like that? It’s not something that’ll make your appetite bigger. It’s quite filling, actually. And besides, you’re uh…you don’t exactly need-“

Fluttershy searched her mind for a kind way of telling her friend that she was getting chubby. Some way to say ‘you look ready to hibernate and then some!’ Quite a few mares liked having some extra padding. Fluttershy noted that some creatures especially enjoyed sleeping on her softened lap when she got a bit heavier. But this was really starting to push it. Rainbow Dash simply scoffed and bulged in.

“If anything is going to help me demolish the competition in Las Pegasus, it’s the sort of thing that’ll knock out a bear! Think you can hook me up with some of that special oatmeal?”

“I um…if it’ll help you reach your goal, I’d be happy to help.”

Rainbow started having a hard time climbing back up to her house, her wings strained to capacity. And the mirror, apparently, was not a liar. After Dash supplemented her absurd ‘diet’ of pastries, cream, and sugar with a an honest-to-goddess weight-gain supplement, it was no longer possible to keep track of when she was ‘just bloated’ or truly, seriously fatter than usual. Her grin beamed with an absurd but sincere glee. She was clearly getting fatter. It was inevitable. Unmistakable. With the facts of her protruding belly and bouncing bubble butt firmly – or rather, softly – established, all they did now was swell, more and more each day. She noted a heavy wobble with every step. Her gait widened to accommodate the round belly between her legs, bumping against them no matter how she tried to adjust her gait. The new sensation was intoxicating. She couldn’t help but purr to herself as chub rubbed against chub.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of food and enlarging. But after a few days of gorging herself on the oatmeal, Dash sought out Rarity for her special, ‘mood-altering’ comfort ice cream. She was bulleting through the chubby stage, but she knew there could be more. Even more, even faster. Clearly, more help was needed. At least in her ravenous mind. Two more stops.

“Darling, are you sure you’re not going a bit…too far? I mean, I would still like to tailor your dress by the end of this.”

Evidently, Dash had passed some threshold of bigness because Rarity was clearly alarmed and trying her best to hide it. This was approaching plus-sized model territory! She wondered if Rainbow’s gigantic behind could even be contained by her usual catalogue. Rarity feared that even the scratchiest fabric would tear open and the strongest buttons would pop.

“It’s not the end of the world Rares. Twilight is cooking up that spell, so it’ll all be over once I’m done competing.”

Generosity apparently trumps a truly awkward intervention. Dash seemed sure of herself, at least. There was no way she hadn’t noticed by now. And besides, after a few tubs of extra fattening ice cream, surely the chubby Pegasus will give it a rest. Surely. Rarity scrambled to justify it to herself as she watched the globular blue flanks of her friend lumber down the street, eliciting some very alarmed glances from the citizens of Ponyville. Thick was one thing, but this?

“That pony isn’t going to be able to move at this rate.”

Author's Note

Finally managed to reorganize some events and make a more coherent story progression.

Honest Apples

Dash opted to catch a sky-carriage back to her home. A few more days, a lot more pounds, and it was finally time to see Applejack. Rainbow Dash had a notion in her head. Maybe the lovely farm pony would share in her interest. Maybe she would at least indulge it. It was her belly that helped make this all happen. Something about it. Something that made sense. But Dashie knew her friends. Pinkie could crack a joke or two. Fluttershy and Rarity were too polite to be confrontational about how chubby she was getting. But Applejack…

“Sweet mother of Celestia, Rainbow, how big are you going to let yourself get?!”

“It’s not a big deal, Applejack.”

“Pun not intended, I’m sure. Seriously girl, you’re putting my cattle to shame at this point. Can you even fly anymore?”

“Pshah! Piece of cake (mmmm…cake~)”

Rainbow Dash’s wings fluttered a few times and the chubby mare strained.

“Ah, heh heh.”

Applejack looked on, unsurprised by her friend's struggle.

"If there was a piece of cake, I'd wager you ate it by now."

Dash's wings beat faster, quickening like a dragonfly to pull the heavy mass upwards, a bead of sweat appearing on her once-athletic face. Finally, her hooves lifted off the ground, but the awkward distribution of flab shifted and moved and put her off balance. She quickly dropped to earth with a clumsy, jiggly body slam. At least it was a soft landing. She returned to her hooves with similar strain, blushing.

“Look, I’m just really committed to my training, that’s all! You know me! I always go 120% when it comes to winning!”

She sensed the wavering uncertainty in her own voice, knowing that the stoic farmpony was not easily tricked.

“Well…alright…but if you get grounded by the end of this, don’t come rolling over to me with the complaints. What’d you come here for, anyhow? It’s quite the walk, considering…”

Dashie rolled her eyes in frustration. Besides, she wasn’t complaining.

“I get it AJ, I’m getting fa- IN SHAPE. I am getting…in shape.”

Her tone snapped to the defensive, her eyes wide. Applejack scoffed at her friend’s embarrassment, making a mental note that 'round' was technically a shape somepony could get into.

“I was kinda hoping to place a bulk order on cider. The uh…competition can involve drinking as well as eating. Gotta diversify my workload here.”

She shook her prominent belly with a hoof.

“Well alright. We’ve been storing up for cider season, but I can part with some if you’re willing to pay up front. How much we talking?”

“Three, maybe four barrels?”

Applejack’s eyebrow slowly rose on her face.

“I know, I know, but I’m coming to the final stretch here! And besides, maybe that appley goodness will calm my stomach a bit. Increase my capacity!”

Dash internally sung and danced with delight. Applejack finally relented. Dash really was serious about competing, wasn’t she? Hard to stand in her way. She’d probably just flatten somepony if they did.

“Fine Rainbow. Anything to help a friend. But you owe me on this one! Gonna be quite a few grumpy faces in line when we run out even earlier than usual this year.”

At last, the errands were run. Between the Pinkie Pie orders, the Fluttershy supplements, the Rarity ice cream, and the glorious Applejack spirits filling her bedroom, not even the exercise of walking to the kitchen drew Dahsie away from her well-provisioned gluttony nest. And with Twilight providing a convenient promise that this was all consequence-free, the brakes were truly off the train. Food, entertainment, napping, and growth were the order of the day. Then days. Then weeks. Then a month.

All the while, Rainbow Dash marveled at herself. Her ever-growing self. The excuses and justifications fell by the wayside. Her friends hadn’t stopped her. She didn’t need to stop. The voice in her head that told her to ‘take a day off’ and ‘exercise’ was reduced to a murmur, possibly advising a workout in some unforeseeable future not dominated by gluttonous intake – surely enough to justify double helpings of pie, followed by weight gain supplements, followed by ice cream, capped off by delicious, sugary cider.

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“I never thought I would describe this as awesome, but I am AWE-some!”

Way back when, the athletic Pegasus had wondered about her belly growing bigger, she had missed it bulging in her lap. Now? A bulbous, rotund barrel of flab protruded in its place just like she had fantasized. Even sucking in with all her might did little more than produce a misshapen confluence of rolls. When she stood, it protruded against her legs and hung dangerously close to the floor. She swore she could feel its cool touch when she didn’t stand straight enough. And standing up straight was easier said than done. Her forelegs gained girth as well, the flab on their ends pressing against the soft exterior of her gut. Where once there was perfect, athletic shape – an hourglass of rippling strength – an engorged, teardrop-shaped cornucopia of mare protruded in every direction, greatly exceeding her little pony frame. Where she had once curiously poked at flab on her butt and legs were now shockingly extensive layers of supple chub. A stallion could once justify the rotund, bolt-adorned lumps of cyan as being merely thick, but now they were disproportionate. Huge. Like they were competing against the belly to swallow the pony inside of them whole. Her size was absurd. Boisterous. And Rainbow Dash was loving every second of it. Thick had been fun. The chubby category came and went with alarming speed thanks to her friends’ generous contributions. And now…

“I don’t know exactly when somepony qualifies as fat instead of chubby, but I am pretty sure I am f-a-t FAT.”

Rainbow Dash thought she enjoyed coddling a stuffed tummy, but it was only a seductive pretense compared to the touch and squeeze of fat under her hoof. It didn’t go away after a big stuffing. It only got bigger. It didn’t get hard to the touch like it used to either. Nothing did. Her whole body was surrounded by a pillowy mass that hugged her more fully and more deeply by the day.

“Like, I’m pretty sure when you have a double chin and your cheeks start getting round like a foal’s, that makes you fat. Haha!”

Dashie flicked the tip of her hoof at the new roll of flab on her neck, and she laboriously pivoted in front of her mirror. Every inch of her shook and shifted, rolls and limbs colliding in a symphony of softness that responded to every poke, jab, and shake the fat blue mare could muster. And it was no mystery how she found herself in this state. Her appetite was insatiable. Her meals now blurred into a continuous whole. She could barely remember the last time she felt “full.” And even now, she couldn’t help but jam another wad of oats in her mouth. Then another bite of cheesecake. And the last sip of cider in her mug. As if that tiny drop in the bucket would somehow maximize this glorious moment, where she met one goal and resolved to immediately surpass it. As if she needed any more overflowing.

“Look at me! I’m going to need to order a bigger mirror. What even comes after fat?”

Another month, and Rainbow Dash did not have to wonder.

What comes after

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh~”

She sat within the displaced pillows on her cloud bed, a wide pair of cheeks decorating her smile. Hooves laid squarely on top of a bulging cascade of flabbiness that the content mare had, long ago, belovingly titled her belly. It was the permanent, dominant fixture of her body. Fattened behind, flanks, and legs sat nestled into soft, cloudy cushion to mirror the straining cloud mattress. These two hemispheres now came to define her shape, more ‘mound’ than pony. Vibration under the mare’s mass tickled and titillated her, the clever positioning ensuring that on top of the pleasure of a fat belly; fat thighs; fat face; and the grotesquely indulgent pastime of uninterrupted eating, she still had the opportunity to fill the hunger between her legs.

Of course, it was necessary to buy and position – or rather have the delivery ponies haul up to her room (their funny blushing cheeks, she wasn’t just “chubby” anymore, was she?) – a wall-sized mirror to fully convey the wall-sized mare. At first, while she was merely fat, this was aspirational. She took ample time to gaze at herself and play with her growing appendages, lying in bed, fondling her flab, fantasizing about how large a pony could truly be. This wasn’t even going for the gold medal anymore. This was seeing how far she could take it. She wondered what the reaction would be when she finally revealed just how far her ‘training’ had gone.

Little did she know, five ponies were on their way to find out. When each of the remaining mane six had described their growing friend, Twilight only had a faint memory of the bulging cyan mass in her throne room. Pinkie described a cute little pot belly poking out and thought little of it. Fluttershy described a voluptuous mare who could probably get away with it in the right company. Rarity spoke of a bulbous mare who could barely fit in regular clothes. And Applejack made it sound like she was practically competing with a barn in sheer size. Stories taken apart, shocking but not an emergency. All together? The implication was clear.

“Rainbow Dash? Are you in here?”

“Where else could she be?! She’s not exactly hard to miss now-a-days.”

Soft voices at Rainbow’s doorstep alerted her and finally got her mind off food. Her attention suddenly shifted to how indisposed she truly was.

“H- hey! Don’t come in. I’m not…”

Dash’s eyes and mind stared at her body with a newfound sense of concern. The gigantic mirror was finally befitting her proportions. She was massive. Goodbye fat stage, hello debilitating obesity. Hiding in her gluttony cocoon all this time had kept her mind off the reality of being seen by another pony. It was a harmless, amusing fantasy. Until now.

“I’m not ready!”

When would she have been?

She shifted her girth and tried to climb out of bed. She was not sure if she had locked her door. Then again, clouds don’t make the most reliable barriers to entry. Even with her wings batting at her sides, ample grunting, and swaying motions to use momentum to carry the massive amount of weight pinning her to the spot, she couldn’t get out of bed. She had eaten her way to immobility.

Clopping hooves downstairs informed her that at least help was on its way – duly shocked, judgmental help.

“Rainbow Dash, we know you may be uncomfortable right now, but we’ve been worried about-“

The door to Rainbow Dash’s bedroom opened and five pairs of eyes locked onto her. She wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. But the shock caught the word in Twilight’s mouth. It slowly drizzled out with a mix of concern and confusion.

“-you?”

“Uh, hey guys. What’s up?”

The five of them trickled into the room, each taking in the staggering scale that their friend had ascended to. Of course, it made sense. Their friend would vanish for days at a time, then come back bigger. And bigger. Each time for some better, more expedient way to ‘bulk up,’ as it were. Then she stopped coming back. There really was only way this was going to end.

“Goodness gracious Rainbow! Do I even need tah state the obvious?”

“I thought you were going to sample my oats, not make them your only food source.”

“Hehe, you’re like a big, blue butterball. Guess rescheduling that contest for Ponyville was the right call after all. If it were still in Las Pegasus, we’d need a crane and an airship and another crane-”

“I’m not so sure that contest is such a great idea anymore Pinkie Pie. Just look what the thought of it has done to our friend. Dash, what is going on? You’re no stranger to competition, but this? This isn’t like you.”

Twilight was like weaponized sympathy sometimes. Something about her tone and choice of words just made it harder to lie. Dash sighed, her bulbous form sagging slightly.

“I guess there is no hiding it. How could I hide with all of…this?”

She gripped her excess flab in her forelegs, now comically inadequate for rubbing its entire mass. It gave her just a bit of extra confidence to deliver the truth.

“Girls, I’ve been gaining weight on purpose. I like it.”

“You what?!”

“I made up the eating contest as an excuse for why I was eating so much at the pancake breakfast. I had been struggling with it…even before that. Ever since we did Maud’s rock candy necklaces. Something about it. Something about getting all stuffed and big…”

She gestured to Applejack.

“Seeing her get all stuffed and big. It was nice. It feels good. Something…broke in my head, and I wanted to…control it. But I just kept going. And then this grew.”

She shook her belly.

“And this grew”

She reached down to touch her bulging cutie mark, her tone wistful.

“And it was so pillowy and soft and warm. I think I just…stopped trying to stop. And now I’m like this. I can’t even get out of bed. Something is wrong with me. I’m sorry I spent all that time asking you for ‘help’ when I wouldn’t tell you what you were even helping me do.”

Rarity recalled her years of experience with models and fashion.

“Actually darling, I think you may be righter than you were before.”

All five ponies turned to her with confusion.

“I’m serious! I work with models all the time. The relationship some ponies have to eating can get…mmmm…twisted up. They’ll starve themselves for days just to make a good impression on clients or managers and then ‘click,’ like a light switch, they spend a month binging on everything they’ve deprived themselves of and put on double their body weight. You do it for long enough and some…well…come to ‘enjoy’ being fat. Some flaunt it, some go plus-size with their modeling. But they always seem to admire themselves and other ponies like them. I think that’s what you are, my dear: a fat admirer. You’ve been one all along. You just never had the chance to express yourself!”

Rainbow Dash silently appreciated her discretion for omitting the actual definition of that ‘enjoyment.’ She felt a bit more at ease. And sweet Celestia, at least her toy was hidden today.

“I think Rarity is correct, Rainbow Dash. I’ve read up on different psychological phenomena, and most ponies at some point in their lives develop some form of psychological and physiological fixation on the anatomical components of themselves or other ponies. Some like hooves. Most like flanks. It’s natural!”

“Pardon my tone Twilight, but this ain’t exactly ‘natural.’ I’ve never even a pony get this fat before, and I bake nothing but dough, apples, and sugar for my family every holiday!”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help herself.

“Ha! Guess that means I’m better at gaining weight than anypony you know!”

“Rainbow Dash, I’m not in a laughing mood. And I don’t think your ‘prowess’ is even in question this point. Think about your health. For crying out loud, you try to one-up me on everything. Don’t you want to fly again? Compete like you used to? As an athlete?

Dash’s attempt at levity gave way to a solemn slump.

“I do. I was kind of banking on there being a way out. But I think I stopped caring about that somewhere back at the chubby stage.”

“The chubby stage?”

Rainbow Dash laughed.

“No, yeah! I’ve given this a lot of thought: it goes skinny, thick, chubby, fat, and then whatever this is! I’m thinking…’living cloud.’”

Rainbow gestured with her hooves to count the stages, subconsciously picturing herself at each stage, and spread her forelegs wide to emphasize her current milestone of fatness. It felt so good to her to be talking with her friends candidly about this. She really had been good at it. Clearly. No harm showing off a bit. Even if it was a little…unconventional. Rainbow smiled and felt some relief as her theatrical categorization did prompt some light chuckles from her friends. Twilight stepped forward to more closely inspect her bloated friend.

“You have given this a lot of thought!”

“Go ahead Twilight! Give it a poke!”

A purple hoof reached forward and pressed against the arch of Rainbow Dash’s stomach.

“Gosh.”

She looked back up at her.

“That is…really soft.”

“Right? You gals may not get it, but something about it! It feels good on me. I’m so plush and comfy. At first, I was scared of it. I wanted to hide. I was mad at myself for even a hint of flabbiness. But then it became a part of me. It kept growing and radiating happy thoughts and yummy goodness. Come on ya’ll try it out!”

Rainbow’s other friends obliged, sticking their hooves in and grazing their hooves atop her bouncing belly. Each of them touched a little differently. Twilight inquisitive and considerate. Fluttershy light and gentle. Rarity dainty and theatrical. Pinkie Pie bumping and quick. And after some stubborn hesitation, Applejack firm and strong. The fact that Dash could categorize and distinguish reaffirmed her sensation of largeness. The expanse of her was her. And she could sense the slightest poke and prod with blissful satisfaction. The only downside was that she was the only one who got to feel that way. Dash briefly wondered if there was some way to share it. All six plumping up together, as friends.

“Yeah, it’s soft. That’s what happens when ya get fat.”

“Oh c’mon AJ, it’s nice! I bet if you gained a bit of weight, you’d know what I’m talking about!”

“I have gained weight before! But I can’t afford to be too heavy. I got work to do!”

“That may not be such a problem anymore.”

Twilight’s announcement came as a shock to everypony in the room.

“I perfected the weight loss spell. I didn’t want to mention it at first. I thought Rainbow Dash was depressed or getting carried away with competitiveness. I had not considered it could be…intentional – that becoming fat was the goal.”

“What, were you trying to therapist me by making it seem like I was going to be a land whale forever?”

“No! It just…hadn’t come up.”

“Honestly Twi, that maybe should have been the first thing out of your horn when we found miss piggy right here.”

An orange hoof slap landed on Rainbow’s chub. Rainbow was glad it was hers.

“Hey, only I get to call myself fat! It’s impolite when you do it to somepony else!”

Rarity primly corrected with a smile.

“I’m fairly certain that applies more to a few unwanted holiday pounds, not complete immobility.”

“Fair enough. So, what’s that mean Twilight? You can make me my old athletic self again?”

“It is entirely possible there could be residual side-effects. The spell certainly won’t eliminate your newfound, ahem, ‘attitude’ about food and weight gain, so it’s entirely possible that you could end up getting this big again. Over time, of course.”

Rainbow Dash could practically hear the metaphorical lightbulb turning on above her head.

“Say Pinkie Pie, you already ordered everything for the eating contest, right?”

“Abs-so-lutely!”

“Think you could cancel it?”

“But why would I want to do that? I got cakes, pies, muffins, flan, scones, doughnuts, cupcakes and-“

Rainbow Dash salivated at the thought. It had been a few minutes since she last ate something, but she maintained her patience.

“Exactly. We wouldn’t want to waste all of that amazing food. When the six of us keep it for ourselves! I’m paying for it, for crying out loud. My party. My decision.”

Her friends turned to her with raised eyebrows and quizzical murmurs.

“But first, could somepony pleeeeease lend me a hoof so I can move again?”

Epilogue

Pride swallowed, Dash accepted the inevitable. After Twilight cast the weight loss spell, she was slightly dumbfounded by just how small she felt. Muscular flank and toned abs restored, she felt…colder? She supposed that made sense. The darned spell removing her hard work and pushing her belly back into a flat nothing instantly restored that curious pang of loss that started this whole episode. But she could deal with all that. For now, at least. After begging, pleading, and boasting, she finally managed to talk her friends into joining her new, private eating contest. She resolved to make it a game worth playing.

Rainbow Dash flew back in forth – it did feel good to fly again – in front of a large bulletin board with drawings of all six ponies’ cutie marks pinned on it.

“The rules are simple! Once every week, we meet here in the library for a weigh-in. Snacks will be provided. We weigh ourselves to see who is the fattest pony. Anypony who wants to quit can talk to Twilight and get the weight magicked off of them. Winner gets free catering from Sugarcube corner for a month, this awesome trophy in the shape of a fork and (of course) the title of Biggest, Baddest Chubster in all of Equestria!”

The five spectators nodded their heads in agreement.

“This is going to be so weird.”

“Hey, Rainbow loves her games. Ain’t no harm in getting into the spirit of it.”

“I know but, getting fat on purpose? How do we even go about that?”

Dashie proudly answered.

“That’s part of the fun. You choose. Each of you contributed to my gain in your own special way. Your favorite dessert? Go right ahead! Have two of them! Hayburgers for breakfast? What’s stopping you?! Sure this is a game, but the freedom is the point. Trust me…”

Rainbow Dash patted her abs with a hoof.

“It’ll come to you.”

Author's Note

Really hope you enjoyed. There are so many stories like this out there on the internet, so I tried my best to make the word choice, descriptions, and pacing both interesting and competent.

Figured if I kept going at this point, it'd end up being a whole separate story. At the same time, I like the implication of this ending. Gives readers a chance to imagine hypothetical outcomes for themselves.

May make a sequel, may make a new story. Either way, thanks for reading : )