The elite of Canterlot were as fickle as anything. They changed their minds with trends, changed jobs, changed clothes, and changed ‘friends’ with barely a second thought. They were rich, powerful, and they made what was popular in all of Equestria. Nearly every city, and everypony who was anypony, aspired to have the majesty and glory that Canterlot did.

Now though, after the Fattening Sleep, things were changing. The nobles and important figures still had to be seen by the public, no matter how grossly overweight they’d become. It was all...rather amusing to watch.

The elite of Canterlot needing custom scooters, wagons, and carts to hold their girths. Special Belly Boards were seen everywhere. The few who were still mobile were ‘working’ more just trying to walk several steps than they’d had in their entire lives.

Usually, the thought would have left Luna absolutely giddy with a sick sense of glee. Between Celestia and herself, Celestia had always been the one with more patience. Luna was incredibly intelligent in her own right, but she preferred to think on her feet. Protocol was thrown out the window where Luna was concerned, which always annoyed nobles. Now though, the glee was much more subdued.

As such, the nobles didn’t like Luna, and Luna didn’t like the nobles. Luna liked a few who had worked hard for their status, but the rest she could leave. When she’d been thinner, she’d often left them.

Now, though, Luna was worse off in the weight department than the largest noble. Luna was completely immobile, and was so immense that it was hard to tell she had once been vaguely pony-shaped at all. If it weren’t for her magic, Luna would need to be cared for 24/7 because she wouldn’t be able to do a single thing for herself.

Thankfully, though, Luna had her magic still. She still did her nightly duties, and did what she could for her portion of the diarchy. But, she was still incredibly bored. Which meant she ate more than she should, which meant she slept more. It was all a vicious cycle, really.

Luna’s brilliant eyes were forced into a permanent squint because of her spherical cheeks and sagging forehead fat. Her face had accumulated so much weight to it that it was hard to tell when her muzzle began and a cheek ended. Jowls melted into chins, and chins melted into the many rolls around her neck and chest. If she weren’t careful, Luna could lose entire entrees in between her rolls.

Luna’s hooves had been completely swallowed up by the massive sleeves of leg fat that hung down from her shoulder and knee joints. There were so many pounds of stored fat there that it was difficult to tell that she’d once had legs at all. They were merely pillow-shaped lumps attached to her body, constantly growing more lost amidst the folds they rested in.

Luna’s wings had not been seen in weeks. She could still feel them, thankfully. They had become entangled in a series of folds in her back, and had been partially covered by their own fat before her back fat had covered them completely.

Luna’s stomach was more a mattress than a part of her body. Her slimmer self could fit on the circumference on it comfortably many times before running out of room. Sometimes, Luna’s own enormity frightened her. Usually, it was a comfortable, warm place to be.

It was almost midnight. No new nightmares had been occurring, at least nothing so severe that Luna would have to help. The sky was as gorgeous as usual, and nothing new had happened. Luna was bored, and when she was bored, she got hungry.

Using her magic to ring a service bell, Luna waited impatiently for one of the harried servants to rush over, red in the face and panting for breath. Once one did, a mare by the name of Peachy Keen, Luna smiled as best she could.

“We require pizza! As much as the chefs can make! Extra cheesy and delicious for us!”

“Of-of course, princess! Anything else?”

Luna puzzled over it for a moment, “Breadsticks of course! Garlic with cheese! And chocolate milk to wash it all down with!”

“Of course! It’ll be done as soon as possible!”

Peachy was out of Luna’s line of sight, and Luna sighed. Life sure is boring when you couldn’t even move a hoof for yourself.

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By the time Peachy Keen came back with the cartloads of food, Luna’s stomach was growling impatiently. Luna, after thinking about the lovely Neightalian food she was going to get, had made herself extremely hungry.

“Ah! Good, leave the carts! We’ll ring the bell when we need you again!”

Peachy awkwardly bowed, then ducked out of the room, leaving Luna with her food. In all, the perfect plan for the night: binge-eat pizza and watch her stars. Speaking of…

Luna licked her lips, using her magic to levitate the first tray of steaming hot pizza to herself. Taking a cheesy slice, Luna stuffed it into her mouth. Her mouth was crammed full of hot pizza, almost to the point of being painful but not quite. As easy as the first piece went down, the rest of the massive pizza went down easier.

Grease flecked her lips, smearing across her cheeks and uppermost chins. First pizza demolished, Luna moved onto some bread sticks. They were coated in garlic butter, cheese, and parmesan. So much so that the delicious mixture stuck to the roof of her mouth. It took some work, but Luna ate the entire pan of them with gusto.

Luna opened a quart of chocolate milk, and chugged it down almost at once. As much as she’d eaten, Luna wasn’t yet satisfied. Ravenous, she tore through the food like a mare possessed. Hours after she’d started, Luna finally finished the last of the pizza, burping as she did. Luna sighed, content. Lazily, she rung the bell again.

A different servant, one that Luna could never remember the name of, scurried in, “I-is that everything, Princess?”

“No. Send for the spa ponies! We need to be washed and prepared for bed!”

“O-of course!” The servant took the carts, and exited swiftly.

Luna smiled, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of grease settling in between her chins. I hope those ponies hurry up. We don’t want to remain uncomfortable for too long!

In the back of her mind, Luna tried not to listen to the growing part of her that was disgusted over how far Equestria had fallen.

Sitting in his office, one Dr. Bubble Beaker had lots to do. Lots to plan, and ensure, and make sure things were perfect. One small slip up now, and all of his hard work would be over.

Author's Note

Things are beginning to heat up. No definitive chapter count yet, but the end is nigh. Ye be warned.