Wind Rider belched, causing his half-dozen chins to wobble uncontrollably. As punishment for his deception, the former speedster had been thoroughly ruined. Spitfire ordered that he never be able to fly again; After the feeding tubes were removed from both ends, and the entire team, both male and female, had their way with him, he was allowed to waddle home.

By the time he was released, he was fat, verging on obese; His wings were of no use to lift the immense bulk his formerly fit body had become. Now, months later, he found himself at least doubled in size. His belly now dragged on the ground, his cellulite-spotted ass sagging partway down his legs. He looked at his old Wonderbolts uniform hanging on the wall, and sighed; He knew he would never fit it again. The only wind he'd ever ride again would be his belches, and the occasional fart from his globular ass.

Both broken and bowed, the old stallion hadn't shown his face in public in months. His immense fortune kept him fed, no mean feat with his magically-enhanced appetite, but never full. According to Princess Twilight, he'd never feel full again, but that didn't stop him from trying; His servants, the few who hadn't quit when news of his crimes arrived, were kept busy at all hours, either cooking or accepting deliveries of cheap, but supposedly filling fast food.

His life had turned from any colt's fantasy, to a nightmare straight out of a Bachmare novel. The only difference was that he couldn't shut the book and turn away when things got too disturbing.

At this point, the only things keeping him sane were a steady supply of fine liquor, and his new marefriend. Suri Polomare was her name, back before she, too, attempted to deceive the Elements of Harmony. Now, most ponies knew her as the Manehattan Blob; The fashionista who, during a show, magically gained nearly a ton of weight and almost smothered six reporters. It was no secret who did it, or why – Her schemes were well-known, and she should've expected some sort of karmic revenge. Now, she'd never be able to fit inside a dress again, and nopony, even a massive slob, would trust such a fat mare to design her clothing.

Despite their difference in age, they had been drawn together by their similar fates. A few enlarged doorways later, and they were able to live together; A serious upgrade for Suri, who had been living in a rented warehouse for almost a year beforehand. Between the two of them, they demolished enough food to feed a family for a year, but it was never enough. Suri's stomach was simply too big now to ever fill, and Wind Rider's enhanced appetite kept him gorging and unfulfilled.

Over the past weeks, Suri's hooves had gradually lost contact with the ground. Now, she was fully immobile, trapped in the dining hall where she spent most of her day anyway. Wind Rider knew he would be next; Already, his hind legs were being pushed outward by his ever-growing gut. One day soon, he knew, they would lose contact altogether with the floor, and he, too, would spend the rest of his life as a mountain within his own mansion.

What a way to spend his golden years, he thought, when the front doorbell rang. He could hear the butler answer it, and a moment later, a stack of double-deluxe pizzas were wheeled in and placed on the table. Wind Rider dug in, while a pair of servants helped Suri eat hers, her hooves having grown too fat to bend and bring food to her mouth.