Luna's Big Feast

Sea Shores was surprised when her dull routine was interrupted by several muscular guards. They got her settled into a plush cart, and began to pull her away from where she had been living for almost half a year.

To her surprise she saw Marjoram, in a much larger cart, being pulled ahead of her. Her mind spun with questions and worry. Had she earned Queen Luna’s ire? Had she and Marjoram be chosen to be eaten? Shores’ heart sped up, and her body prickled with sweat.

Swallowing dryly, Shores did her best to try to keep herself calm. Perhaps Queen Luna only wanted to check up on their progress? After all, Marjoram was apparently one of her favourites, and Shores had never met Queen Luna personally. As far as Shores knew, she was one of the newest members of the harem.

Sufficiently calmed, Shores did her best to remain so as she was transported to the other end of the castle. Marjoram was ahead of her, and his mountainous, familiar form provided some comfort.

Scant minutes later, Shores was being pulled through a large corridor, surrounded by mirrors. Mirrors lined both sides of the long hallway, and several mirrors were laid overhead, only interrupted by lights.

Wow. The tiled floor was elegant, shining in the dim light with a variety of colours. Shores briefly wondered how somepony could create such a floor before double doors opened ahead of her on the right, and Marjoram was pulled inside. She followed suit, and almost fainted.

There was Queen Luna, in all her magnificent glory. She must weigh over a thousand pounds.

Queen Luna’s massive body covered a large portion of the room, her limbs having lost any definition. Her cheeks had blended into her many chins and her sagging chest. Her front hooves had sunken into the fat of her legs, and were just visible.

Shores was in complete and utter awe. She was speechless at the sight of such gorgeous enormity, and her fears were erased. Queen Luna’s turquoise eyes shone with humour and excitement, not hunger. Shores couldn’t help but relax immediately, though she could only be jealous of Queen Luna’s massive proportions.

Marjoram, on the other hoof, merely looked annoyed that he’d been interrupted.

“I’ve called you here because we have something very special to offer you.”

Shores was frozen, heart beating fast, sweat prickling her skin. Even Queen Luna’s voice was as gorgeous and magnificent as her body.

“What is it?” Marjoram’s voice boarded the line between respect and annoyance.

“Our scientists have been working hard to recreate your experiment, in fact,” Queen Luna looked smug, “and they think they’ve succeeded.”

Marjoram blanched, “No! I’ve told you before-”

“You dare say no to your queen!?” Queen Luna shouted. Marjoram seemed unfazed.

Sea Shores was petrified. Her heart was beating so quickly she felt like she would faint. Hyperventilating, she watched as Marjoram tried to use his useless legs, wiggling them angrily.

Queen Luna roared with laughter, her horn igniting with her night-blue magic, “THERE IS NO ARGUING WITH US!”

Bright light made Sea Shores squeeze her eyes shut, and she felt immense warmth before she lost consciousness.

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Shores woke slowly, feeling warm and safe and content. Then she remembered.

Half-lidded eyes flew open, and she tried to flail a little, but found herself stuck in place, laying down with her belly on the floor. Still panicking, Shores found it incredibly difficult to breathe.

With wide eyes, her situation suddenly became clear. Shores was positioned in front of a mirror, lying on a bed with her hoofs tied down so she couldn’t move. A blanket, warm and massive in size, had been wrapped around her before she panicked. A thick strap pinned her down, and was quite tight now that Shores could see.

Heaving in huge gulps of air, Shores found herself slowly calming down. It was a strange situation, sure, but if Queen Luna was involved, Shores had to be safe, right?

A door out of Shores’s line of sight opened and closed, and a unicorn wheeling in a wheeled tray of some sort came in.

“It’s good you’re awake now. Queen Luna was adamant you be awake for this?”

“Why?”

“She wants you to get a taste of her own life,” the unicorn replied, readying some kind of needle. Shores paled at the sight, but she tried to be calm. Seeing her discomfort, the unicorn smiled again, “Don’t fret. This won’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Marjoram never felt pain from his experiment, and neither will you.”

“O-okay.”

Lighting his horn with green magic, the strap around her middle was taken away, “There. This will help. Now, I’ll inject you with this, and then you’ll begin to experience what Marjoram experienced all those years ago.”

Shores squeezed her eyes shut, “Getting big like him, right?”

A sharp prick, and a painful blossoming of warmth spread across her flank. Flinching, and trying to move her back legs against the restraints, the pain faded.

“There. No worse than a vaccination, right?”

“No,” Shores admitted slowly, “Now wha-”

Suddenly, heat spread from her flank, spreading across every inch of her skin, and sinking deeper into every muscle, bone, and organ she had in her body. Before her very eyes, her figure began to swell with fat. Her plot swelled first, expanding so quickly that she would have missed it if she had blinked. Gravity pulled down, making her gargantuan behind sag over the hock.

Then, the rest of her hind legs followed. The bindings snapped, and she watched helplessly as her hooves became lost in folds, her hock disappeared, and how her hind legs soon resembled nothing more than pillows strapped to her hind end.

Then, her stomach blimped up and out. She found her front legs lifted off the ground, and the folds around her back deepened and multiplied. Her stomach pushed her hind legs further apart, and oozed from between them. Her stomach swelled so far ahead of her head that somepony would need to step on it before reaching her muzzle.

The next second, her neck became a lost relic, only recognizable because of the multitude of rolls that had sprung up around where it had been. Her face became spherical, and then less so as gravity took effect. Sagging jowls, puffy cheeks, and five chins were her defining features now.

Off balance, and trying to breathe through the sudden increase in weight, Shores missed the last of her transformation. Her front legs swelled and disappeared under sleeves of fat. Until her legs were no more than lumps rather than appendages. Her chest oozed overtop of her stomach, forcing her front legs far apart to be comfortable.

Seconds after the transformation completed, the supernatural heat left her body. Shaking, free of her bonds but still powerless to move an inch, Shores had to squint past her own face fat to see the blob she’d become in the span of seconds.

Wheezing for breath, Shores took in the sight of herself and sighed. She would have preferred to feed herself to immobility but there were worse things.

“There we are.”

The mirror was filled entirely with her own image, and the unicorn was standing out of sight.

“Yes?” Shores could barely muster up the energy to breathe out the question, the small movement causing a cascade of ripples through her body.

“There. You’re at Queen Luna’s weight shortly after the war. She wants to see if anypony else can make it to her wonderful weight.”

Perfect. Shores thought. Now I can see what it’s like to be the fattest pony alive.