Celestia's Weight Gain Nightmare
Celestia's Weight Gain Nightmare
CELESTIA'S WEIGHT GAIN NIGHTMARE
Four laps round the palace courtyard? Check.
Healthy salad for tea, no fatty products? Check.
An hour and a half of “rigorous exercise” before bed? Check.
How do you think a thousands of years old deity keeps her figure slim? Not by cheating through use of magic, that's for sure. Sure, I feasibly could just feast and lounge around, but what example does that set to my subjects? That you should just use magic to fix anything and everything? Unicorns are blessed with horns to assist in their daily lives, not just wish all their troubles away. Sure, they've already got a pretty steep advantage over pegasuses, and an even bigger one over earth ponies, but it's only fair that they live their lives affected by all the challenges everypony else faces. As ruler and princess, I'd only inspire decadence and laziness were I anything but genuine.
Entering my lavish quarters, I couldn't help but smile. The serving maids had done an excellent job making everything prim and proper, making my queen-sized bed, and keeping the place spotless. Okay, fine, so not everypony has servants to oblige to their whims and desires – but, well... I'm a princess. I have an image to maintain; that of a beautiful and benevolent mare, and who would take me seriously if I didn't have a few servants running about after me? I wouldn't take myself seriously, that's for sure!
Clambering onto the bed, my body resting upon the sheets for now, I figured I may as well leaf through some literature before it was time to turn the lights out. “Fine Cuisine, by Fring Gustavo”. Excellent! I'd always loved a good Fring recipe book, and once I even invited the renowned chef over to cook for me. That was one of those rare occasions where I'd allowed myself to indulge... mmh, and I couldn't say I regretted it. Good thing his visit was brief, or all that over eating would've began to take its toll!
“Add a dash of seasoning, a leaf of your favourite cooking herb, then stir the saucepan for another five minutes while adding balsamic vinegar periodically...”
Urgh. Fring recipes are always so complicated. I'd just have to use magic, or get one of my chefs to cook it for me... anyhow, it was getting late. My sister had done her duty raising the moon and it was time for me to do mine: to go to sleep have sweet, pleasant dreams. I took sip from my honey-flavoured tea, said to enhance and invigorate one's dreams, before turning off the lights with a simple flick of my horn, easing myself under the covers and closing my eyes. With all the hard work I do every day, meeting ambassadors, opening shops and enduring hours of worship, it'd surely be no surprise to learn that I typically fall asleep nearly instantly. My luxury pillows and mattress virtually absorbed me, then everything went black. I was so comfortable, so relaxed... tonight was going to be a good night.
But then, I woke. I sat up, looking around groggily, rubbing my eyes with my hooves. Thousands of years of experience ensure you know when you're dreaming... and this felt different. My surroundings were taking a while to register, though I could make out rectangles... bricks. All around me were black, ominous bricks. I was in the shadowy ruins Nightmare Moon had originally inhabited! Desperately attempting to scramble to my hooves, I was met by an odd sensation. Thick, iron manacles around each of my hooves kept me bound in place, within the centre of a conspicuously large slab of stone. My most basic instinct was to attempt to blast them off with magic, which is when I realised my horn wasn't working – it felt oily and sticky, as if it'd been doused in some viscous fluid. Whatever it was, it wasn't going anywhere soon, and the substance utterly nullified any attempts I made at spell-casting.
Resigning myself to my predicament, my sight gradually began to adapt to the darkness. I felt that I must have been in a ritual chamber of sorts. Aside from the colossal, circular slab I laid upon, a wide hall sprawled forth into the shadows, stained glass lining the walls, helping to illuminate my prison as the moonlight shone through. I felt comforted that there was at least some light in this place, though it didn't put me completely at ease, not by a long shot. The clip-clop of royal hooves against stone rung throughout the cavernous room, my ears pricking up – I was aware that somepony was approaching. From the darkness emerged the unmistakable silhouette of my sister, Luna, coming closer and closer – though my heart sunk as I realised she had once again taken to embodying the persona of Nightmare Moon, her fur as dark as onyx, her fanged grin wicked and cruel.
She stood over me, imposingly, before my muzzle, staring down at me with impudence and spite. Dragging her long, unnaturally tipped tongue across her lips, she stooped down, her snout by my head.
“Good evening, dearest sister. One trusts thou find thy new accommodations to thy liking?”
“If you must know, I was perfectly happy at the palace. Explain yourself,” I demanded.
“Oh. But one put so much effort into making this place appeal to thy needs. We even took the liberty of removing all our precious Gothic statues and embellishments so thou would feel safe and unperturbed,” Nightmare Moon claimed, running her tongue across the rim of my soft, furry ear.
“Then it was a failed attempt, for I find myself in a position where I'd like to return home: immediately.”
“We art afraid that is simply implausible. We have arranged so much, and one knows it is all for thy own good... let us prove we mean thou no harm, sister,” Nightmare Moon said, standing up. Her horn glowed, before three short silver trolleys rolled into the room, clattering and making a din. Upon each were three dishes, and upon each of those was the most fantastic menagerie of colourful cakes I'd ever seen. Just the sight and smell alone was enough to make me salivate.
Nightmare Moon opened her maw to speak. “So, where doth one wish to begin? We shall happily serve thou, sister... will it be the supreme, three storey chocolate deluxe first? Or perhaps a healthier option – sponge served with strawberries, smothered in copious pink icing to make up for the lost calories?”
I lay there within my snare, baffled. Why would my own sister go out of her way to kidnap me, tie me down then offer me a choice of cake? It all began to seem like one elaborate prank, and my gradually swelling fear diminished. I felt perfectly safe once more in the knowledge that my sister was merely behaving like her typical, erratic and curious self, probably trying to find some way to make a fool out of me. Though it'd do me no good, a single cake couldn't hurt that much I told myself, regardless of the apparent over the top nature of some of them. I figured it was best to just play along. “Fine, I'll take the sponge, if that is quite okay, sister.”
“Mmh, that is certainly no issue. Take thy time now, try not to leave too many crumbs...” Nightmare Moon instructed, before levitating the plate so that it sat before me. She allowed me some leeway around my neck, allowing me to get into something of a comfortable position before I bit into the cake – and what a cake it was! The first mouthful electrified my senses, so much sugar and fruity goodness... I practically trembled as I chewed, aching for more. Wasting little further time, I sunk my mouth into the luxurious dessert, filling my cheeks with sponge as I ate and ate, my sister standing over me and grinning as I indulged.
Given a glass of water to wash it all down, I smiled at Nightmare Moon, the challenge she'd presented over. The sponge had filled my stomach, to be sure, though no lasting damage to my fitness regime was done, and I could rest easy knowing my sister's silly game was over – at least, those were my thoughts before she levitated a particularly appetising-looking chocolate chip muffin before my muzzle. “Eat,” my sister commanded.
Though the first cake that had filled my guts made things difficult, I managed it easily enough. I looked up at Nightmare Moon with a slightly queasy expression, and was met with a malicious smirk. “How very obedient. More tomorrow,” she calmly said, before turning and leaving, the trolleys surrounded by an blue aura before following her.
My eyes widened. “Sister, wait! Let me go...?!” I cried out, but my pleas fell on deaf, or at least unconcerned ears. I was left to lie in a dimly lit hall, with nothing to do but think about the humongous amount of sweet and tasty baked goods I'd just eaten. Still finding myself to be quite tired, sleep took me once more.
I felt demoralised as I awakened to a pleasingly bright room, only to come to understand I was in the same chamber as last night, though the sun was raised. It dawned (forgive the pun!) on me that my sister had apparently taken it upon herself to fulfil the obligation of raising both the moon, stars and the sun – and, there she was, standing beside me, still in that nightmarish, twisted form of hers... and so were her trolleys.
“Thou were ever so compliant last night, sister. Now, we start taking things seriously,” she remarked, and the cakes were presented to me once again. This time, I wasn't even offered a choice, the intimidating chocolate deluxe levitated before my nose. I looked away, not letting myself even touch the thing.
“No, no, I've had enough! What are you playing at here, Luna? What do you want?” I exclaimed, glaring angrily at her.
“Oh, dear sister... we love thou earnestly, though one can be quite dense at times. Is it not obvious? One has subscribed thyself to such a strict diet for so long. It's time thy subjects saw thou for what thou are: a wanton slut of a mare who has no restraints within the bedroom, and a glutton whom has no restraints on how much she eats as well.”
With that, I felt Nightmare Moon's magic surround my muzzle, forcing me to open wide. A slice of sickeningly chocolatey cake was forced past my lips, and a second later my sister's magic had me chomping through it and swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the sticky, sweet stuff. Eventually, she'd managed to force feed me the entire chocolate deluxe. I gazed up at her, somewhat nauseous – before realising she was presenting me with yet another cake, and my mouth was starting to move on its own again...
Dread filled me. With no way to exercise and burn off all the excess calories I was putting on, and with Nightmare Moon constantly feeding me with no sign of slowing down, my gluttonous fate was already beginning to become apparent.
I'd lost track of time. Nightmare Moon was in complete control of my schedule now, and her magic ensured that my awake time was spent doing one thing and one thing alone: eating. Admittedly, the confectioneries she brought me were always delightful, expertly made and delicious, though contrary to the popular saying, you certainly can have too much of a good thing. For the sake of an estimate, I imagined it to have been at least a week since my sister stole me away.
Given a brief repose while Nightmare Moon went to fetch me more to eat, I took the opportunity to look at myself – to the best of my ability, what with my limited manoeuvrability. I couldn't believe it as I realised I now had something else inhibiting my ability to look around, my hanging, double-chin that had formed from all the weight I was putting on. Nonetheless, I managed to at least get a glimpse of myself, and I felt utterly shameful.
Gone were my voluptuous curves, honed to perfection over centuries – in their place was nothing but blubber and fat, my belly distended outwards to at least four times what it was before, my hindquarters enlarged comically, distorting my cutie mark into something ridiculous, my whole body engulfed by rolls of fat. I could easily be considered obese by this stage, and yet my heart sunk as I realised Nightmare Moon had no intentions of stopping her little scheme yet, if ever. I tried to shift about and make myself more comfortable, but I swiftly realised there was no need, for moving was almost impossible (not that it was easily achieved before), and my newly gained, bulging belly served as a thankfully comfortable cushion. However, my manacles chafed as my legs had begun to thicken up.
Rather than wallowing in self pity, I went along with Nightmare Moon's demands, wary that in my position I was utterly powerless. Whatever had been applied to my horn the first night had never washed away, not that I needed any magic outside of my desire to escape – my sister was kind enough to feed me every time she brought more cakes. It disturbed me how it felt less natural to lie here in my fattened form doing nothing, than it did to eat. I almost gleefully anticipated my sister's return.
Sure enough, only a few minutes later and she was back with more freshly prepared food. The same, repetitive cycle that had been going on for the past few days commenced, and I ate and ate to my captor's content. As I stuffed myself and felt my belly pushing outwards to accommodate more and more filling it, a morbid thought filled my mind: I was actually quite curious to see what I'd look like when Nightmare Moon was finished with me.
You'd be forgiven for thinking my days in captivity must have become a slow drag, what with nothing happening but constant eating. Oddly, it was the exact contrary – though every day felt 'long enough', I never felt bored witless, what with cakes to eat and my sister to keep me company. Admittedly, her company wasn't the greatest – though we held conversations as I was shamefully forced to talk as I ate, she often interjected with crude remarks about my ballooning size, that while hurtful, were completely accurate.
A few days ago I had complained about the pain my shackles were causing by this stage, and to my surprise, Nightmare Moon removed them without a word. Immediately going to stand and flee, I soon realised why she'd stopped caring. I couldn't move. My legs had grown with fat to the point where my hooves stuck out like little more than protruding stubs, and my belly was pushing me so high into the air that I couldn't even touch the ground with them. I'd become completely immobile, an obese, gluttonous barrel of a mare, with enough cake filling me to possibly feed Ponyville for several months.
Turning my head with my triple chin had become equally difficult, and thus my sister 'kindly' placed a mirror before me, so that I could peer over my gorged form. What a sight I made. Though it was still easy to distinguish me as Celestia, most ponies would likely think on first sight that I was some parody, a piñata stuffed full of candy perhaps. While the latter was somewhat true, a piñata I was not – just a mare fattened up to the point that it would have taken a full squadron of my royal guard to carry me about in my gilded litter (and a much bigger litter would be required).
I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushed red, to have let myself go so easily. Someone with my experience should have been able to wrench myself from sleep and prevent it all from happening – instead, I'd just gone along with it, with each day becoming just a chance to see how much fatter I'd become. My embarrassment mainly stemmed from the fact that I just didn't care, however. I'd become a bulging blob of a mare and it felt incredible to finally feel like somepony who could just didn't need to bother with all the issues everypony else suffers from. I felt like... like I was royalty. Nightmare Moon entered the room with yet more cakes to fill my stomach with. “Ready to trough some more, thou disgusting pig?” she asked cruelly, to which I nodded weakly in response.
No. I wouldn't allow it. I was no longer Celestia... well, I was. But not the Celestia I was supposed to be, the Celestia I wanted to be. After what felt as if it had been a least a month or two in Nightmare Moon's lair, I had transitioned from one of the most slender mares with one of the most desirable of bodies in the realm, to little more than a mountain of blubber. By this point, I lay several heads off the stone beneath me, propped up by my own fat like I was a walking (or rather, stationary) joke. My sister had removed my tiara and chest piece a few days in, but now she'd replaced the tiara, the tiny golden thing sitting on my enormous head in stark contrast to my bulging body, taunting me.
That who I had become, Celestia the fat. Celestia the fat and useless mare who gave up, allowed my ludicrous fate to occur, and as a result had become so obese that I was likely twice the size of the former record holder of chubbiest mare in Equestria. A tear ran down my cheek. I felt so terrible, so awful... every day having my sister remind me what an almost cartoon-like, fat and pathetic thing I'd become didn't help. “Thou shalt be known as 'the Plump Princess' for the rest of time,” she goaded “Thou art so fat, thy cutie mark could easily be the real sun!”
I wasn't sure if it was some sort of spell, or if I really was just that weak, but my sister's insults began to set in stone and I started to believe every word of it to be true. That I had allowed this to happen, and that I relished it, and that really, I'd always wanted to be this obese. My churning stomach grumbled and growled from beneath the smothering of fat that snugly wrapped around it, and sickeningly, I realised that rather than sadness, contempt or anything else, I was only really feeling one particular way: hungry.
Fortunately, Nightmare Moon soon arrived with my ninth helping for the day, and I tucked in. She no longer needed to force me to eat anymore, for I'd long accepted there was no escaping my 'destiny': I just ate away mindlessly until my sister smiled in her evil way, pleased. Tonight however was different. She stepped up to me, glaring wickedly, and started speaking.
“So, thou fat barrel of lard. We hope one is feeling good about herself, acting so contemptibly. We art here to the reveal the best part of our actions the past few weeks: thou hath been dreaming! Indeed, one may have felt the days pass, but in our dream world time works to our will and though one has indeed spent a long while here, when we allow thou to, one shall awaken in her bed, a mere day having passed.”
I laid still, gawping. I felt compelled to cry, finally knowing it was all just some cruel, sick joke by my sister and things could finally go back to normal-
“That, however, was not the best part. The physical consequences of, simply put, your shameful over eating will remain, and a curse will be placed upon thou to ensure no magic may interfere with one's shape. Of course, one could just burn the caloriess off through exercise, but... look at you!” my sister exclaimed, before giving a cruel laugh. “That won't be happening anytime soon, one believes. The cherry on top? We shalt wipe one's mind of the process of thy weight gain entirely, ensuring one blames an enemy like Discord, or Queen Chrysalis. We hope thou looks forward to thy permanent existence as a pony so plump and fat she needs be carried everywhere!”
I struggled one last time, but it was no use. I woke to find myself lying in bed, as had been promised – though I'd levelled the posts around me and the canvas that had hung above laid over my giant, distended self, over my humongous back. My eyes widened with shock, my memory a blur... look at me! What had happened?! Why was I so fat, my fur almost touching the ceiling, as if I'd existed on a diet consisting solely of cakes for the past month?! I tried to move – but it was no good. I was completely and utterly obese, and as a result, immobile. A servant knocked the door, stepping inside with my breakfast, before meeting my gaze with a look of complete incredulity to match my own.
“I d-don't think you'll be needing your morning toast today, your majesty...” he stuttered, followed by a gulp.
