![]() Sweetie Belle hopped into a large beanbag beside the chest, and levitated over a large bag of potato chips. She had just restocked it using her savings behind Rarity's back, and now it was time to get to work emptying it again. The chest was a candy lover's treasure trove. There were bags of candy, potato chips, chocolate bars, boxes of doughnuts, bottles of soda, miniature apple pies, candy corn, and a plethora of other delicious goodies. The chest was filled to the brim with all sorts of sweets and snacks guaranteed to make a pony waddle. Sweetie Belle unlocked the chest and opened it, revealing the reason her diet hadn't had any effect on her. Levitating the key with her magic, Sweetie Belle took it to a large chest in the corner of her room, which Rarity had given her for storing her more valuable possessions. And indeed it had - Sweetie Belle peeled it back, revealing a hole in the wall with a key inside it. One of the bottom corners of the poster was frayed and worn, like it had been peeled back and replaced multiple times. Sweetie Belle eagerly slipped out of bed and waddled to the far side of her room, where there was a large poster of the Ponytones. and that she could get started on giving herself a proper meal. That meant that Rarity was dead to the world. Waiting.įinally, she heard it - the sound of Rarity snoring. ![]() Instead, she listened carefully for sounds from Rarity's room. She got under the covers and made herself comfortable.īut she didn't go to sleep. Once she was dressed, Sweetie Belle heaved herself onto her bed, which creaked under her bulk. The pajamas felt tight on Sweetie Belle, but not uncomfortably so. The bottoms were nearly skin-tight around her rump and flanks, and the pajama top only just managed to button up properly, riding up on her tummy just enough to expose her bellybutton. A while ago, the pajamas had been a bit too big for Sweetie Belle, but they were now a very close fit on the tubby filly. That night, Sweetie Belle got herself ready for bed, squeezing herself into a pair of light pink pajama bottoms and a matching button-up top. After all, she would be getting something much tastier later on. Sweetie Belle didn't really mind having to eat the stew, anyway. But only 'cause I love you, sis." She gave Rarity a cheeky little smile, before she reluctantly started eating the tasteless green gunk. What was rather more frustrating was Sweetie Belle's resistance to the diet - Rarity simply wished that she would be a little more cooperative. It didn't seem to be having much effect, but it was early days yet. ![]() She didn't want her little sister to end up clinically obese, so she had started her on a diet a week ago - only the freshest fruits and vegetables, cutting out any sweet or fatty stuff. It worried her a little to see Sweetie Belle waddling behind the rushing horde of children after school, or to hear her puffing and panting after walking up a hill or a long flight of stairs. In short, Sweetie Belle seemed perfectly happy with her new excess weight. But other than that, nopony at school was giving her a hard time. Her friends Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had noticed how wide she was getting, of course, and sometimes they poked playful fun at her over it, giving her the affectionate nickname of "Sweetie Belly". Sweetie Belle herself wasn't bothered by it, although her chair at school was becoming a bit of a tight squeeze. She weighed about twice as much as was normal for a filly of her age, and her belly and rump both had a noticeable jiggle to them when she walked. Over the past two months or so, through a combination of too many sweets and a lazy lifestyle, Sweetie Belle had gained weight. She was referring to Sweetie Belle's weight. Rarity was far too polite to say it outright, but she and Sweetie Belle both knew what she was talking about. I just think you should start eating a little more healthily, seeing as." "Now, Sweetie Belle, this is for your own good. "It's asparagus and broccoli stew, Sweetie Belle. Rarity gave her little sister the patient look that she reserved for dealing with problematic siblings or clients. "Rarity? What is this?" Sweetie Belle poked at the mess of green mush with a fork, narrowing her eyes suspiciously as she looked at it. MLP! MLP! I own MLP! *pause* See? Nobody cares. The Fat Pony Trilogy - Sweetie Belle's Story
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