Chapters Author's Note
This is a fic I submitted for AskSquishyLuna's contest. It won third place. It's meant to be a one-shot, but I will continue if you'd like me to.
Chapter 1
I stood outside of the main antechamber for a brief moment, trying to bring my breathing under control. After a moment, I braced myself, and opened the door with my dark green magic. Behind me, my magic pulled the cart loaded with many foodstuffs followed.
“My queen?” I called, “I have brought your afternoon tea? Are you interested, m'lady?”
“Of course I am!” Came the loud reply, “Come in proper, Eternity!”
I rounded one of the curtains that the Queen had requested, and took in the sight of the magnificent alicorn I lived to serve.
Queen Luna was quite a sight: taller than every other pony, and the amount of pounds she'd packed onto her frame forcing her to the floor and keeping her there. Her bright mane was kept out of her face with an elastic, and her tail was currently being brushed by Tobias, her favourite male servant.
She smiled, her turqoise eyes lighting up at the sight of the overstuffed cart, “Good job, Eternity! Did you fit everything we wanted on there?”
“Of course I did, my Queen,” I replied, bringing the cart to rest beside the magnificent expanse of Luna's belly. It spread several feet to each side of the queen, and was only eclipsed by the expanse of her royal buttocks. Her back rose high above her head, many rolls squished together that were difficult to clean because of their depth.
Luna used the maximum of her mobility to wiggle her body, sending ripples and waves through her entire body, “Good. Now, feed me! It's quite a while until dinner, and we must not let us waste away!”
“Of course not, my Queen,” I replied, beginning the long process of feeding the alicorn with my magic.
Hours pass, for my Queen doesn't like to rush through her food, and just as I finish feeding her the last pastry, another servant enters, baring the four overstuffed cartloads that signal dinner is ready to be served.
Luna sighs in contentment, “How are the volunteers faring, Hakkon?”
“Fatter and fatter with each passing day, Your Highness,” The cook replied, smiling wide, “Yester, Lucky reached her goal of 500 pounds. She declared herself ready to be served and we prepared her to your liking.”
Luna licked her lips, drool visibly beginning to collect in her mouth, “Good. When will the next one be ready?”
“I believe Rocky will be ready next week. He's done as we instructed, though it's been hard. He hasn't done anything for himself for four years, and he's been on his strict diet. His flesh will be delicious and well marbled, and shouldn't be stringy or tough for your royal jaws.”
Luna brightened, “Good. Now, feed me, Hakkon.”
Hakkon bowed respectfully, “Of course.”
His horn lit up with green magic, which began to feed the first course of Luna's feast to the monarch. I took my empty cart, and began the short trek to the kitchen. On the way, I passed many mirrors, as Queen Luna had been very fond of watching her glorious body expand with layer upon layer of fat. Even now, she had many mirrors in her chambers.
I refused to glance at my own reflection, knowing that the fit unicorn I had once been was long gone, buried under a soft layer of pudge that came with working with food for the Queen all the time. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Fen, Hakkon's assistant, still carving up Lucky's massive, cooked corpse into dishes for the princess.
“Did she go peacefully?” I asked cautiously, wincing at the harsh smell of cooked pony flesh.
“Of course she did. She volunteered years ago. She enjoyed being fattened, and relished in the thought of becoming one with our magnificent queen.”
“Good,” I replied, “How many more courses did Queen Luna request for tonight?”
“As many as we could make from whatever volunteer was chosen,” Fen replied, sliding an elegantly garnished plate of meat with gravy forward. I put it on the cart. This occurred for several more minutes before Fen had to begin carving again.
“Do you ever miss before all of this?” I asked, “I-I miss some of my friends that were killed in the battle, but I'm more than happy that our Queen came out on top.”
Fen shrugged, “Sure, some things are harder now, trying to keep up with Queen Luna's appetite, but I'm glad Celestia was banished to the moon. From what I heard, our poor Queen suffered so much there that she lost every inch of glorious fat she'd had before she was banished. Can you imagine how cold and miserable she must have felt?”
“No,” I admitted, “I'm glad Luna is comfortable enough to become so large. She tried to move her wings yesterday.”
“Really? How could you tell? Aren't they buried under the rolls on her back?”
“They are. I came in to offer her some wine, and saw her back fat jiggling. I was worried and asked what was wrong. She said she wanted to see if she could feel the wings moving amongst her folds.”
“Could she?” Fen asked, finally running out of pony flesh. He began to quickly plate what would be Luna's massive dessert, all pre-prepared in beyond massive quantities.
“Yes. She said it was a curious sensation,” I replied, “I believe her.”
After a few more minutes, the cart was once again full. I waved goodbye to Fen as I left, going back toward my ever expanding Queen. When I arrived, she had just polished off the last of the carts that Hakkon had brought her.
I rolled the cart over to her, and began to feed her, giving Hakkon a break.
Luna's eyes squinted at me through the fat that dripped down her forehead and collected in her cheeks, melting into her neck. Her head was nearly spherical, sunken deeply into her many chins and neck rolls, which were the only evidence of her possessing a neck in the first place.
A hoof, almost completely obscured by the fat that had folded over her shoulder and knee, brushed my side. I looked up, pausing mid feed.
“I thank you for your services to me,” Luna smiled, her horn lighting with night blue magic.
I forced myself to relax. As Luna's mouth began to open, her magic forced me into unconsciousness, and I knew nothing of her eating me whole and raw.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. Author's Note
This takes place after Eternity is eaten, by the way.
I know this is short, but it's better than nothing.
I'm imagining the dried fruit rations to be a lot like fruit snacks like Fruit to Go or something. I don't even know.
Sea Shores Part One
I walked into the large set of chambers that held Queen Luna's harem of fat, fattening, and immobile ponies. I was nervous, my legs shaking, wondering why in the wide world of Equestria Queen Luna had chosen me to fatten out of all the other volunteers.
I was short, but very skinny, as I'd lived in one of the places that had been torn apart by the war. Our crops had failed, because of mismanaged weather, land destruction, and few farmers being able to farm at all. I had little to no extra flesh on my body at all, much less make a fitting meal for the Queen anytime soon.
Breaking me from my reverie, one of the assistants trotted over, a huge smile on her face. She was a relatively chunky mare, but there were muscles clearly well used under the layer of fat.
“Oh! You must be Sea Shores!” She said, I nodded in answer, unsure of myself. The mare smiled, “I'm Kit. Follow me, I have to get you settled as soon as possible. Tell me, how much can you eat?”
I followed Kit, scrambling to follow her, watching in fascination at the various ponies scattered about, all in different stages of obesity. I felt even more tiny and insignificant, “I-uh, don't know? It's been such a long time since I've been able to indulge-”
“It's alright, dear. We've had a few ponies that come to us like that. That won't be a problem anymore. Now, I'm going to weigh you and take your measurements. Then you'll be assigned a room until you're a little fatter. We don't want to discourage the others.”
“Of course not!” I felt horrible at the thought. I could never discourage any of Queen Luna's fattened volunteers, even unintentionally.
Kit nodded, smiling, “Exactly. Now, here we are,” Using her magic, Kit opened a door, and I entered. I was amazed at what I saw.
Scales of all shapes and sizes, tape measures of all lengths, and a wall of ledgers. Kit led me to the smallest set of scales, taking my weight and measurements before writing them down in a ledger. After seeing my still amazed expression, Kit laughed.
“Yes, we continue to chart everypony's growth, even after they become immobile. Queen Luna likes to be able to see the progress of her subjects.”
I nodded, “Wow. So, um-”
“I'll get you to your room first. There'll be a few more volunteers coming in today, and we want to get everypony settled in as soon as possible.”
“Of course,” I followed Kit through the maze of hallways, until Kit opened a door, and ushered me inside.
My room was larger, certainly far larger than the room I'd left behind. A large, plush bed was in the middle of the room, surrounded by exquisite, large furniture, decorations, and luxuries I had only been able to dream of. Empty bowls were scattered on every available surface.
“The bowls will be filled with your favourite snacks, as soon as you tell us what those are. You're expected to eat as much as you can, all the time. The other assistants, as well as myself, will keep you steadily supplied with appetite enhancement spells and potions. As well as spells to stop your stomach from hurting, and spells to slow down your metabolism.”
“How much will I gain?”
“Only a little at first,” Kit stated, “It'll take a while for your body to store fat, so it'll take a few weeks to see a noticeable difference, even with all the spells.”
“Only a few weeks?” I retorted.
Kit smiled, “I know it sounds like a really short period of time, but you'll start packing on the weight pretty quickly after you start gaining. Now, could you tell me some of your favourite snacks? The sooner we get you eating, the sooner you'll be nice and fat.”
“Um...chips, and chocolate, and popcorn” I replied, “and I really like pastries of all kind.”
Kit nodded, “Anything specific? What about fruit?-”
“I really like all kinds of melon, and cookies...I really enjoy the dried fruit rations.”
“Alright, then. Make yourself at home. I'll be back with a bunch of snacks, and you can get started,” with that, Kit left, shutting the door behind her.
Unsure of what to do with myself, I moved to sit on the plush, reinforced couch. Games, and books littered a shelf nearby, as well as the low table. I thought about food, and how much I'd missed it during the years of war, and the years following.
My stomach rumbled in response, hunger pains once more making themselves known now that I was calm, and unoccupied. Using my hoof, I rubbed my stomach. Soon.
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. I sat up in my bed, several full bowls of various snacks resting near my bloated body. Another month had passed, and I was shy five pounds of my goal weight. I needed five more, blissful, jiggly pounds, then I could join the others.
Another month, and fifteen more pounds packed onto my frame, I jiggled everywhere. I was nothing in comparison to the others, and certainly not in the same league as Queen Luna, but I was slowly inching my way towards obesity, and I was excited to get there.
I was so happy. Lazing around, eating all of the foods I thought I'd never experience again. The only drawback was the loneliness, but even that wasn't so bad because of Kit and the other assistants.
My stomach growled loudly, exclaiming its hunger. I patted it gently, and began to eat the chocolate in the closest bowl to me. This is going to be so much fun.
Soon enough, the bowls were empty, and my stomach was bloated and full, pressing hard against my softer thighs. It hurt, but it was a pleasant pain I'd quickly grown accustomed to, and even looked forward, to feeling.
Drinking the potion Kit left me, after telling me to use it when I was stuffed beyond capacity, I was filled with warmth. Setting the phial down, my stomach stopped hurting, and I could feel the massive amount of calories I'd just consumed turn to fat.
My stomach grew, and I just felt softer. I giggled, and poked my newly empty belly. It grumbled, and growled hungrily. Feeling hungry made me look at the clock: dinner was only a few minutes away. I could wait.
My flabby belly growled, demanding to be fed. I stroked it gently. Soon.
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The next day, I was weighed again, and I'd made it. I'd gained a further six pounds. I couldn't help but hug Kit after she'd put away the tape measure, then pulled away when I realized what I'd done.
Kit giggled, “It's alright! I don't blame you. C'mon, let's go introduce you to some of the others.”
I followed Kit into the main area, where I had seen glimpses of everypony before. There were so many ponies, of all tribes, colours, and weights.
There was one golden, unicorn stallion, with a white mane and tail, bloated to near immobility. His breath was wheezing in and out of his lungs, as he read a book floated in front of him, held aloft by his magic.
Kit cleared her throat, and the unicorn looked up, “Oh, hello Kit. Is this the new mare?”
“Yes. Sea Shores, this is Marjoram. He's been here the longest out of everypony.”
“Luna likes to keep me around, just to watch my ever-widening waistline,” Marjoram replied dryly, “Partly because of my intellect.”
Sea Shores nodded, “I can see why. It must be a useful talent!”
Marjoram shrugged, sending waves of fat rippling down his sides, “Eh. It's pretty useful, I suppose. I enjoy the fact I'll get bigger than most ponies, except probably Luna herself.”
Kit rolled her eyes, “Oh, we bow to the humble. Really we do.”
Marjoram smirked, “Right. Go on, I'll still be here when you're done introducing her to some of the others,” with that, he opened his book again and began to read.
Kit shook her head, “Don't worry. You'll used to him. C'mon, you can talk to him later if you'd like.”
I nodded, and followed. In the ensuing minutes, I met more ponies than I could ever hope to remember the names of. Some were just a little bigger than me, though most had to be at least three-hundred or more. A few, like Marjoram, were immobile or so close to it, it didn't matter.
After my little tour, Kit sat me down on a pile of cushions, and brought me lots of food. I couldn't be more thankful, as I wasn't used to all the exercise anymore. Only two months in, and I can barely walk around the room. I wonder how much bigger I'll get by next month?
(LINE BREAK)
Several months later…
I heaved my bulk to the bath, sinking into the hot water thankfully. While I floated in the deep bath, as I was too fat to sink very much, pegasus ponies began to scrub me down, cleaning in between my reachable folds, and massaging my ever-expanding flesh.
Later today, the fattening ponies and I would celebrate me hitting the two-hundred and fifty pound mark. My stomach reached my knees, and my Cutie Mark was swollen to twice its size, my flanks sagging down, creating a crease where my butt met my hind legs. My neck had developed into a second chin, and my chest was so flabby, I often lost crumbs down there.
Despite the fact it was harder and harder to move around, and staying cool was a problem I was facing all the time, I was enjoying my expanding waistline. It was so comforting, squishy, and warm. Everypony, from the assistants to my fellow fat ponies, were always willing to cheer me on. I'd gained so much more than when I was on my own, making my weight skyrocket.
When the ponies were done with my back, I hauled myself out of the bath, and allowed the wash-ponies to suspend me in the air, on a table, where they rolled me to one side, then the other, so they could finish washing me. All of this was done to ensure I used up as few calories as possible, even at such a 'small' weight.
At first it had been unsettling, but now it was normal. When the wash-ponies were done, they sent me off to the spa, where I would be hoof-fed treats while my skin was massaged with oils and lotions. Then, my mane and tail would be looked after, then my hooves.
I basked in the attention, chatting amicably with the ponies who worked so hard to make my life so enjoyable, slowly ensuring my weight would climb up every day.
Author's Note
If you noticed, yes the Marjoram featured here is Marjoram from my other story Marjoram. And no, its not a WG fic, but I figured I'd feature him here, because he's an asshole and deserves to be fattened with everypony else.
Marjoram looked up from his book, to find the smallest residence of Queen Luna's harem staring at him. Again. While Marjoram had long ago learned to ignore the astounded gasps, long stares, and the jealous whispers, this type of intense scrutiny was beginning to grate on his nerves.
“Is there something I can do for you?” Marjoram said flatly, setting the book beside his flabby, useless left foreleg.
Sea Shores blushed, “No, sorry,” the young mare fidgeted a little, then lay down one a pile of cushions near Marjoram's massive body.
Marjoram sighed, “What's wrong?”
“How did you get so big?” Sea Shores asked timidly.
Marjoram sighed, “Well, there was the accident. I was playing around with trying to get more nutrients into food, to help the population after the war. I've never been able to quite figure out what went wrong. Anyway, I was skinnier than you were when you first came before the accident. I woke up and I was well over three hundred pounds.”
Sea Shores blinked, clearly shocked, “Wow.”
Marjoram offered a crooked smile, “Yeah. That's not what I said. Queen Luna had me sent here. She, well, she was going to eat me. However, through testing, it became clear I could weigh 2000 pounds and not suffer any health problems. She decided to keep me around, partly so she could see how big the average pony can get, and partly to help the newer ponies get motivated.”
Sea Shores nodded slowly, “Do you know how much you weigh?”
Marjoram pondered the question for a moment, “Last I checked I was near 700. I think. Probably more now, though.”
“Wow,” Sea Shores breathed, “That’s a lot.”
Marjoram smirked, “You’re telling me.”
Sea Shores offered a tentative smile, “Where do you keep getting those books from? Nopony else seems to want to read, and I’ve never seen anypony move you away from this spot.”
“Magic,” Marjoram replied dryly.
Sea Shores leveled a blank stare in Marjoram’s direction, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Marjoram shrugged, the movement sending ripples and waves throughout his massive body, “It’s the truth. Want one? I find the ones about food history help you put on the pounds pretty quickly.”
“You have book about food!?” Sea Shores’ ears pricked forward in interest, “really?”
“Yes. I do. Here,” Marjoram concentrated, a harsh golden light surrounding the floor just in front of Sea Shores. Several stacks of books appeared where the magic had touched, and Sea Shores’ head swam with the possibilities.
“Why do you gain more weight when you read books about food?”
“I always get hungrier,” Marjoram replied slyly, “Others tend to, too. Most of these have illustrations to go along with recipes and things, it’s all very descriptive.”
Sea Shores’ mouth began to water in spite of herself, “Where should I start?”
“Wherever you’d like,” Marjoram smirked, his magic picking up the book he had been reading. Soon, he was lost in whatever world the pages showed, leaving Sea Shores with stacks of books.
Picking at random, Sea Shores found a book simply titled Gourmet , and began to read. Within minutes, her stomach began to rumble loud enough for the assistants to come running with platter after platter of treats. As Sea Shores read, they popped the chocolates and pastries into her mouth, so she could concentrate wholly on the book and the food she was eating.
Several days later, when she finished Gourmet , Shores had added another five pounds to her figure.
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Queen Luna looked at her harem of fat ponies from the mirror she had enchanted. The large mirror that she had hanging in the main room of where her ponies stayed was enchanted to project a live view of the goings on of her ‘little’ ponies. Through intimate observation, the logbooks, photographs, and testimonials of the assistants, Luna chose who she was going to eat next.
Part of her craved for this newer pony, Sea Shores. However, the largest part of her brain recalled what Marjoram had told the younger mare only a week before.
“I've never been able to quite figure out what went wrong.”
Queen Luna still had science ponies working on the problem Marjoram had been tackling before his accident. As much as Luna enjoyed Marjoram, for both his intellect and body, Luna felt like she needed somepony else to reach an incredible weight. Somepony different from Marjoram, somepony more approachable and likeable. Somepony to encourage and befriend.
Sea Shores was going to be that pony. Now that Eternity was gone, delicious as she had been, Luna had to rely on a relatively small list of ponies to help her. With her magic, Luna rang a service bell and waited.
Soon, we will have you so large that you won’t be able to twitch a muscle. Luna mused, staring at the sight of the relatively small (when comparing Shores’ weight to Queen Luna’s enormity) mare. Queen Luna turned her attention to Marjoram, and smiled. Him too. Poor stallion, he’s plateaued recently. We can’t have that now, can we?
The puzzle pieces were falling into place, and Queen Luna knew that if she played her cards right, that in a very short time, that she could have what she’d always fantasized of: having other ponies weigh more than herself.
Author's Note
So yeah. I'm not dead, and I haven't forgotten this story at all.
As always, I thank PhealGud and SquishyLuna for their support and ideas.
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.
(LINE BREAK)
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.