Tia's Troubles

Celestia sighed softly as she lowered herself gently into her throne, her gigantic buttocks filling the space between the arm rests. In days gone by she wouldn't be touching the sides, but now her sizeable hips were wider than her throne, which was not a small piece of furniture. But she had been taking it easy for a few months, with her sister's advice. The most recent Summer Sun Celebration had really taken it out of her.

A while ago, Luna had made her concerns known.

“You can't expect to be an effective ruler if you are always exhausted, sister.”

“But Luna, the sun won't raise itself!”

“I am more than qualified to take care of matters, do not underestimate me.”

“Please, Luna, I wasn't suggesting you aren't capable. It's just... tradition.”

“But it isn't traditional for the reigning Monarch to doze off during a speech, is it? You need rest, and lots of it.”

“Okay, you win. But if you need any help--”

“I'm sure that won't be necessary. I want you to have some time to yourself, you've earnt it.”

Celestia smiled faintly.

“Thank you.”

That was 9 months ago. Celestia hated to admit it, but she was enjoying this 'easier' life. Luna still seemed to have no intention of relinquishing her “temporary” control over the Sun as well as the moon, which made Celestia feel she wasn't the only one enjoying this state of affairs. She couldn't blame Luna, it had always seemed as though she was in Celestia's shadow, and the opportunity for Luna to prove to her sister, and all of Equestria, that she was fully capable of looking after things was too good to pass up.

So, Celestia let things stay as they were. But taking it easy began to take its toll on her previously slim physique. She had always been large-breasted, yes; but her hips, thighs and bottom had always been rather... average. Perhaps somewhat larger than your typical Equestrian citizen, but nothing eye-catchingly impressive.

This had changed. She wasn't fat per se, although she was a little softer round the edges, and had a slightly larger stomach that protruded a couple more inches than it once did. No, most of the extra padding had gone to specific places. And there was a lot of padding. Her hips were wider than her shoulders, her thighs touched almost to her knees, and her butt cheeks, round and semi-firm, extended out almost a foot from her back. They were soft to the touch, and jiggled when she walked, unless she wore tighter clothing. But that wasn't too often, as she didn't have much to accommodate a rear of that size, let alone her 55 inch hips. She made a mental note to see that skilled fashionista with the purple hair about getting something that fit her properly. Wearing leggings was all well and good around the castle, but out in public? She was unsure. Leggings were casual and unassuming, but they didn't hide her substantial booty meat, and didn't offer any support either, meaning her large cheeks were free to bounce and jiggle around unrestricted.

“I imagine many of my male subjects would appreciate it though...”

She thought aloud. Maybe she would try it, just once, and if the reaction wasn't too overwhelmingly harsh she would make a habit of not always being dressed formally. Sure, a ruler was expected to dress properly, but times were changing. Did Celestia still have to dress prim and proper every time she went out? For public appearances, openings, speeches and such, of course: yes. But a casual stroll around town, or a visit to Twilight Sparkle's library didn't strike her as something that required full regalia.

She stood in front of the mirror in a bra and underwear, and was quietly amazed by her slow transformation into the voluptuous figure she saw before her. She gave an ass cheek an experimental squeeze and was pleasantly surprised by its softness. Her hand was nowhere near large enough to grasp the entire cheek; the sheer size of it gave her a sense of empowerment. A desire to crush someone beneath it briefly overcame her...

She ran her hands up her sides, and they followed the exaggerated curve of her hips before tapering in to a small(ish) waist. She grasped a thigh, and her fingertips nearly vanished inside the soft mass of flesh. Maybe she didn't have the body of a model, but she loved having curves. Her breasts, which had been big for as long as she could remember, had grown to epic proportions with her weight gain. She now wore a 42L bra, and couldn't see her feet unless she tilted her head far forward. These jutting pillows would have looked outrageously large on someone smaller than her. No doubt they looked huge on Celestia too, but being 6 foot 5 and very curvy made sure they didn't look out of place.

Actually, this bra was beginning to feel a little tight. She stood closer to the mirror to get a better look, her large nipples, visible even through the extra-strong cup, nearly prodding its surface. This brassiere was a perfect fit when she first tried it on a month ago, but now breast flesh was beginning to ooze out from underneath, and spill over the sides. She was worried that one of these days her boobs would try to make their escape and snap her bra strap in two.

At the back of her mind, she had a desire to be bigger, curvier, for a very long time. She knew what her ancestors looked like; how most Equestrian royalty had looked throught the millenia, and they weren't skinny. Some years ago she had a secretive meeting with Zecora in her hut, and reluctantly expressed her wishes to the miracle-working eccentric. The end result was a dull blue liquid, about a liter's worth, that Zecora said would be more than enough to make her the curviest woman there ever was. Celestia could barely contain her excitement, and was in fact a little anxious; it sounded like very powerful stuff. So, she took it home and stored it at the back of her shelf of potions, out of sight, keeping it in case she really couldn't bear being skinny for much longer. But, with the passage of time and a very busy few years with the arrival of Twilight and her friends and the events surrounding them, she forgot about the vial and didn't have much time to think of her figure. But now, stood in front of the mirror, she remembered the vial and where it was.

“I don't think I have much need for it now, look at the size of me...”

She devoured herself with her eyes. Her pronounced curves were beyond impressive, and she was actually getting turned on from her own reflection.

“But... maybe I could have some fun with it some time.”

She smiled at herself in the mirror, admiring what she saw as an improvement to her body. She turned, this act alone enough to make her cheeks ripple slightly, and walked over to her closet. Half of the clothes in it didn't fit her any more (unless she really wanted to draw attention to herself), and it was only going to get worse. As her size continued to increase, she moved out of standard sizes that could be found in stores, and into the realm of tailoring. But she hadn't felt ready for the level of intimacy required to go to a tailor and expose herself. However, she knew Rarity better than any other tailor, and felt prepared to make an exception for her.

But today, she'd just wear what she usually wore around the castle, a plain, white T-shirt and some deep purple jogging sweats. Perhaps not the grandest of attire but perfectly suitable for lounging around. A few weeks back, while walking past a clothes shop, she happened to notice a pair of female briefs with BUBBLE BUTT emblazoned across the rear. She giggled out loud, and nearly went in to buy them, but then remembered who she was and how she was expected to behave.

“It's no fun being ruler...” she sighed to herself, and walked on.

When out and about, but not in full regalia, she'd usually wear something awfully formal like pencil skirts or even trousers, much like a principal. She didn't like it, but she was worried that if she dressed down, her subjects would think less of her.

She pulled the T-shirt over her head, struggling slightly with the projection of her huge breasts. But the sweatpants were harder. She bent over and put each foot into each leg. Getting them up to her knees was no trouble. Her thick thighs offered a little resistance, but it was her jutting ass that caused difficulties. The shelf of meat was a barrier to her pants, and each time she wore them this process seemed to get a little more difficult. She gripped the pants and jumped up and down, trying to force them up over her cheeks, causing them to wobble violently. Slowly but surely the pants swallowed up her giant butt, the globes of flesh seeming to resist imprisonment. The sweats weren't tight once she had pulled them over her ass, but her big hips held them in place. Satisfied, she turned, and walked out of her bedroom, her boobs and butt wobbling freely. She noticed that her hips only cleared the doorway by a few inches... the doorway hadn't always been that narrow, had it?

“Well, time for a little work-out.”

Celestia hadn't been completely idle these past few months. While she had been less active, the work-outs persuaded the build-up of extra fat to go to the right places. She entered the small castle gymnasium and flicked the light switch. Then, she walked over to the sheet of paper taped on the wall with her daily routine. Today was lunges, chest presses and squats.