Meanwhile on the ceiling, Big Macintosh, Braeburn, Thunderlane, Caramel, Soarin’ and Flash Sentry were looking down at Discord and the overweight stallions below from their cages. They were very frightened and started to worry about what will happen to their lives if they are fat. Big Mac was worried that if he becomes obese, he won’t be able to work on the farm on Sweet Apple Acres anymore and do the jobs that required his strength and physical stamina anymore which will be difficult for his sister, Applejack to do on her own. Braeburn was worried that if he becomes obese, he won’t be able to help his fellow co-workers at the apple orchard in his hometown of Appleloosa. Thunderlane was worried that if he becomes obese, he won’t be able to fly anymore and get kicked out of the Wonderbolt Academy because of his weight. Caramel was worried that if he becomes obese, his mare-friend Applejack won’t love him anymore and will full in love with somepony else. Soarin’ was worried that if he becomes obese, he would be fired from the Wonderbolts because of his weight and his mare-friend Rainbow Dash won’t love him anymore. And finally, Flash Sentry was also worried about if he became obese is that he would be fired from the Crystal Empire royal guard and the most important thing of all is that his mare-friend Twilight Sparkle would not want him anymore as a colt-friend or a husband. Besides, a princess would never fall in love with a stallion who is morbidly obese and can’t even move, he thought. The stallions finally started to panic and tried to get themselves free from the shackles and get out of this special dinner nightmare, all except Braeburn and Big Mac who just sat in their cages feeling very sorry for themselves and were very scared. Braeburn turned to his favorite cousin and started to talk to him.

“Hey cousin Macintosh?”

Big Mac turned his head to his cousin, “Eeeyup?”

“How are we gonna get outta this mess?”

Big Mac lowered his head down in sadness, he didn’t know what to do. “Ah don’t know, Braeburn. Ah just don’t know.”

“Well me must think of somethin’ or else we’re screwed.”

Big Mac was just about to reply to his cousin’s statement when he heard somepony shout from down below. It was Fancy Pants. He was yelling at Discord for fattening him and Hoity Toity and also asking him for what he put the bonbons that made both of them fat and made the business stallion's bottom big.

“Well it’s a secret, but I’ll tell you,” said Discord so everypony listened. “All I added to the treats was a special weight gain potion that you only put in anything that has chocolate within it. And if you eat white chocolate with the potion in it a second time,” he paused, vanished with his magic and reappeared in front of Fancy’s now massive plot.

“It makes you booty even bigger than it usually does if eat it the first time,” he said while hugging the stallion’s enormous rump. Fancy Pants felt very uncomfortable and cross. He tried to shake the naughty, immature draconequus off his rump, but to no avail. He only made his ginormous ass wobble like a huge pile of jello. Discord knew that Fancy didn’t like his rump being hugged so he let go.

“Okay that’s enough of that for me or everypony will think I’m a homo. Oh and Fancy.”

Fancy Pants looked at Discord in anger, “What?”

“I think you and Hoity should sit somewhere else. Because I don’t that stage can hold four fatties in one sitting. Seriously I can hear the floor creaking.” He was right about that. The floor started to creak louder and louder, it couldn’t hold the weight of the obese stallions. It was fine holding Shining Armor and Prince Blueblood, but holding Fancy Pants and Hoity Toity as well was all too much. Hoity didn’t like this at all and started to panic.

“Well don’t just stand there and do nothing! Get us down from here before I fall in!” he wailed.

“Your wish is my command,” Discord snapped his fingers and Fancy Pants and Hoity Toity were teleported off the stage and reappeared in a corner of the ballroom.

“Now that’s enough of that, who’s next?” Discord looked up at the ceiling and saw the frightened stallions looking down at him, all except Big Mac and Braeburn who were whispering to each other. Discord had an idea. He knew that they were cousins and they get along like peanut butter and jelly.

“Applejack is sure gonna be mad at him for what he will do to us,” whispered Braeburn to Big Mac.

“Ah think she will,” Big Mac whispered back. “If she finds out about this, Ah think she will buck his a…” Suddenly, both he and Braeburn disappeared from their cages and reappeared on the ground in front of Discord. They looked up at him in fear.

“I’m sorry I can’t help but eavesdrop on your little conversation,” Discord chuckled, he faced Big Mac. “And did you say something about what your sister Applejack would do to me?” Big Mac was now becomes nervous and started to sweat.

“I have a hunch that you were saying that she will buck my ass if she finds out about what I’m about to do to you and your cousin.” Now Big Mac was very scared.

“N-N-No! Ah didn’t say that at all!” He was now sweating bullets and was about to wet himself. Discord knew he was lying.

“Oh please,” said Discord. “I know a liar when I see one and you’re terrible at it, just like your sister.”

“Well she is the Element of Honesty after all,” Big Mac said sarcastically.

Discord decided to end the conversation and go back to fattening the stallions. He knew just what kind of treats the Apple family love. He went over to his pile of food leaving Big Mac and Braeburn all by themselves with only the sounds of rattling chains in the cages on the ceiling and the sounds and smells of farts for company.

“What kind of treats do you think he will force us eat, cousin Big Macintosh?” Braeburn asked his cousin.

“I don’t know, Braeburn. But Ah hope it tastes good,” replied Big Mac. Braeburn looked at him with confused look on his face.

“Good? What do you mean good? Can’t you see the trouble that we’re being put through?”

“I’m sorry cousin. I was wondering that’s all,” said Big Mac soothing his cousin.

“Well okay but Ah guess we’re not going anywhere until somepony helps us like the princess or Applejack and her compadres or what about….” Braeburn was soon distracted by a pleasant aroma of cooked apples.

“Is it just me or do you smell one of Granny Smith’s famous apple pies?”

Big Mac sniffed the air and it was indeed the smell of Granny Smith’s apple pies, but he was confused. The only ponies who knew the recipe of his grandmother’s apple pies was him, Applejack, and of course Granny Smith. They turned their heads and saw Discord coming towards them. He was levitating at least over a hundred apple pies.

“I always known that the Apple family loves apple treats so I had to improvise.”

“What do you mean improvise? And why do they smell just like our grandma’s?” asked Braeburn.

“Well, all happened yesterday,” Discord began to tell them the reason why the apple pies smell like Granny Smith’s.

~Flashback~

It was Friday afternoon at Sweet Apple Acres and Granny Smith was in the kitchen baking one of her delicious apple pies. After forty-five minutes, she took it out of the oven and put on the window sill to cool off. Then she left the kitchen, went into the living room, sat on her rocking chair, and looked out of the window. She could see Big Mac plowing the fields and Applejack planting the seeds in the ground. Apple Bloom was at school and she had the whole room all to herself. All was very quiet until she heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

*CRASH!*

“What in tarnation?” Granny Smith got up from her chair and dashed to the kitchen as fast as her old mare legs could let her, but it wasn’t very fast. When she entered the kitchen, she found a broken plate and when she looked at the window sill, she gasped in horror to see that her apple pie was gone! She stuck her head out of the window and looked around to find the trouble maker who just stole her pie. She soon caught sight of the thief who had just ate the last piece of the pie. It was Discord, he sitting under a tree. She remembered him on that day when he turned Ponyville upside down and when he hypnotized Applejack into a cold-hearted liar and Big Mac to act like a dog. She had never forgave him for doing such horrible things to her home and two of her grandchildren. And now he stole her pie and he ate it all. She stormed out of the kitchen door to leads to the farm. Went up to Discord and yelled.

“WHY YOU CHAOTIC THIEVING VARMINT! YOU GOT SOME NERVE TO RANSACK MY HOME AND EAT MY PIE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!”

Discord turned his head around to find that he came face to face with Granny Smith. He snickered and said.

“Oh Granny Smith, I am ever so sorry that I stole your pie and ate it all. It’s just I was told that you make the most delicious apple pies in Ponyville, so I decided to just it give it a try and it turns out that everypony was right about them. Now let’s just settle this argument in a nice way.”

Granny Smith raised an eyebrow and was still cross. “Whaddya mean in a nice way?”

“Well why don’t you give me the recipe of your apple pie?” Discord asked with a smile.

Granny Smith was shocked and shouted back. “You can forget it, you little parasite! There’s no way that I’m giving you my secret recipe for you done, you no good, sadistic, son of a….” She soon cut off when Discord loomed over her and colors began to swirl in his eyes. They spiraled in a pattern that drew all attention and started to hypnotize the old mare. I bet you all know this trick by now. Seriously, did you all see it in the second season premiere? Anyway, Discord look down at her, his eyes still swirling.

“You want to give me a copy of your apple pie recipe,” he said with a mocking smile.

“I want to give you a copy of my apple pie recipe,” said Granny Smith completely under the spell. So off she went to get a copy of her recipe.

~Flashback Dissolving~

“And that’s the reason why the pies smell just like your grandmother’s,” finished Discord. An angry look crossed Big Mac’s face.

“First you hypnotized ma sister……AND NOW YOU HYPNOTIZED MA GRANDMA AND STOLE HER RECIPE?!” he yelled. “That’s it! Ah’m gonna kill y…” A pie was suddenly shoved into his mouth, cutting him off from finishing his sentence. Big Mac was so surprised that he swallowed it whole. The apple pie tasted good as always. Braeburn looked at his cousin in concern.

“How was it and do you feel anything different inside yer belly?” he asked worried that Discord put a weight gain potion inside the pies.

“It’s great and no I don’t feel anything,” replied Big Mac rubbing his belly. Braeburn looked at Discord with confidence and said.

“Hey partner! Gimme all the pies that Ah can eat until Ah feel that Ah can’t eat anymore!”

Big Mac looked at his favorite cousin in surprise and confusion. “Cuz, what the hay are you doin’? Do you realize how BIG you’re gonna become?!

But the only thing that Braeburn said was, “Ah don’t care.”

Big Mac sighed and with a firm look on his face. “Well fine. I’ll join in too. C’mon let’s do it as cousins!” Braeburn couldn’t believe what his cousin was saying, but he nodded with agreement. They turned to Discord and both yelled in their southern accents.

“C’MON BRING IT!”

“Suit yourselves,” said Discord with a grin. He began to use his magic and started to shove the apple pies into their mouths and down their throats. Big Mac and Braeburn were chewing really fast because Discord kept on shoving so much pies that they didn’t have much time to chew regularly. Soon the Apple cousins’ bellies started to grow and were about to reach the floor. Their plots were swelling up like balloons and were becoming pillowy. Their cutie marks were stretching out. Their legs were becoming as thick as tree trunks. They started to form double chins. And as for their faces, their cheeks were getting puffy and their lips were becoming plump. Braeburn’s brown vest couldn’t take the growth and mass of its owner, it ripped into several pieces of cloth.

“Aw horseapples,” sighed Braeburn. “That was ma favorite one. Oh well guess Ah have to buy a new one then.”

Big Mac was certainly not having the time of his life. Because of being feed to many pies, he couldn’t breath. He quickly breathed in some air.

*PPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTT!*

Big Mac made a shocked face with widened eyes and gritted teeth as his fart escaped from his rump and ended with a wet sound. To everypony’s surprise, it smelt like apples, but unfortunately sour apples. Big Mac blushed and formed a sheepish smile on his face. Braeburn was trying very hard not to laugh, but failed. He laughed and laughed, but he laughed so hard that he didn’t hear his stomach gurgling which was forming a chemical reaction inside his stomach and then it happened.

*PPPPFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBTTTT!*

Now Braeburn made a freaked out face with widened eyes one pupil was big and one was small as his fart escaped from his rump as well. But it didn’t smell like apples, it smelt like rotten eggs. He blushed with embarrassment while his cousin smiled at him and said.

“Who’s laughing now?” Braeburn smiled sheepishly at the red stallion. Discord interrupted.

“P.U.! You two must have digestive problems. I think you both need to be taught a lesson on manners.” So he kept on force feeding the Apple stallions with pies which made them bigger and bigger then after 2 minutes, they surrendered. There were no more apple pies for Big Mac and Braeburn because they felt like that they couldn’t eat anymore. Only twenty-five pies were left and Discord felt very proud for the Apple cousins for eating more pies than any other pony. Braeburn was now huge. He still has double chins, but his face had puffy cheeks and his lips were plump. His stomach once fit and flat was larger than an exercise ball. His legs were really as thick as tree trunks and his hooves looked like that they were sinking into all that blubber. And his once fit and firm and now enormous ass was the height of an elephant and was wobbling violently. Then his stomach gurgled and felt a pressure elevating up his esophagus which can only mean one thing.

*URRRRRRRP!*

Braeburn let out a loud burp and patted his bloated stomach with his right hoof. Braeburn still has good manners so he said with a slight blush.

“Pardon me.”

He turned to his cousin and was gobsmacked at his once buff and athletic cousin’s appearance. Big Macintosh was now much larger than Braeburn. Hell, he was as big as Sweet Apple Acres’ apple trees. His face featured cheeks as round as softballs and developed four chins. His stomach was even more massive than Braeburn’s and looked like that it had the width of Violet Beauregarde when she was a blueberry in the 2005 film “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,” but it wasn’t round. His legs were very thick and blubbery and his back hooves were sinking into his back legs. And his plot, oh his plot, it was even more massive and rounder than Braeburn’s, twice the height of an elephant and it looked very comfortable to sleep on,  Then his stomach started rumbling and Discord knew what that meant.

“I think it’s time for me to put you slobs somewhere else so I won’t smell the gasses.” And with that he snapped his fingers (aka eagle claw) and the Apple cousins were teleport to another part of the ballroom. Big Mac didn’t like the feeling in his belly right now, it was now moving his bowel area and into his colon. And so with a grunt, he pushed it all out which made a loud, familiar sound.

*FPPPPPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBT!*

“Ahhhh,” he sighed feeling very relaxed. “Much better and boy did that feel good.”

Braeburn sniffed the air and cried out in his southern accent.

“P.U., cuz! Is just me or the apple pies are making ya gassy again!” Sometimes when Big Macintosh eats too many apple pies, he can get an upset stomach which causes him to fart a lot. But he keeps it secret from his sisters, Granny Smith and his other relatives. The only one who knew his secret was Braeburn who has that same farting condition as well and both of them thought that farting was funny and relaxing. Big Mac turned his head quickly to his yellow cousin and whispered.

“Shh! Braeburn, I don’t want everypony and that chaotic asshole to find out about our secret!” But lucky for them no pony and not Discord were listening to them and didn’t hear what Braeburn had said. Braeburn covered his mouth with his right hoof and apologized to his cousin. Big Mac accepted the apology and the cousins bro hoofed. Suddenly, they didn’t feel scared anymore. For some reason, they found this quite enjoyable. Then Braeburn’s stomach rumbled as well which created gas and a pressure was going down his bowel area.

“Uh oh. It looks like it’s ma turn,” laughed Braeburn.

“Well, let’s see it in action,” replied Big Mac. And with a grunt, Braeburn pushed it all out of his colon in a form of a glorious fart.

*FPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTT!*

“Ahhh! That hit the spot,” sighed Braeburn with relief and turned to his cousin. “Am I right, fart buddy?”

Big Mac smiled at his favorite cousin. “You’re certainly right, fart buddy.” And with that Big Macintosh and Braeburn did their special butt bump which caused both their bottoms to wobble like jello, they laughed and continued farting for fun.