Princess Celestia sipped her tea daintily, the small porcelain cup being levitated by a golden aura of alicorn magic along with its saucer, brewed to what she felt was the perfect measure of taste and warmth, not too hot and not too lukewarm. With a small sigh of content she lowered it again and reclined on the royal throne of Equestria, the royal chair’s satin cushions comfortably squishing under her weight.
And she definitely had a lot of weight.
Celestia had always been large; being an alicorn her height was much greater than that of any other equine in the world, her sister Luna, also an alicorn, was smaller than she, although she was younger and quite possibly had to grow for another century or two. In recent years for Celestia however, the supreme ruler of the nation of Equestria had increased in bountifulness as Equestria had; acclimatising to a diet more heavily including decadent sweets and desserts to accompany the constant feasting during diplomatic meetings with both the various states making up Equestria, and its allies in the wider world.
Celestia had developed a body one could describe as barrel shaped, with her stomach drooping down below her almost to her knees, swelling out of her sides and giving her form a rounded or cylindrical look. A hefty pair of thighs dominated her back legs, heavy with fat and muscle from supporting her girth, and even they were dwarfed by the rotund rear she sported, each plot cheek easily as big as the young draconic assistant of her faithful student Twilight Sparkle. Her neck was crested by a swelling of fat as well, softened it and giving her a plump secondary chin, with her chest also having an expanse of cushioning adipose tissue to complete the overall plumpness.
This figure had been built up over time as Equestria found itself prospering from successful crop years and lucrative trade with other lands, the excess of food and bits ment that everyone, from low income families in the villages to the royalty such as herself, could afford to indulge themselves in generous portions of everything from their normal culinary fare to opulent cakes, pies and more. Celestia was infamous for her sweet tooth and so she had taken to having a dessert platter after every meal quite early on, no doubt being the driving force behind her ballooning mass. The thoughts of food from her musings quickly resulted in her sizeable stomach grumbling loudly, making the mound of monarch chuckle softly.
While she thought about what her inevitably oversized lunch would be, one of her royal guards entered the throne room and bowed to her respectfully, a scroll clenched firmly but gently in the armored pony’s mouth.
“Your Highness, I bring a message from Bamaria, they wish to invite you to the annual Trotoberfest celebrations.” he said curtly.
Ah, Bamaria. A region in the province of Germaneigh renowned for its annual festival of strong local ciders and delicacies. Their pastries and chocolates were to die for, and Celestia didn’t want to start on their pies! Even the Apple clan grudgingly admitted the perfection of baking the Bamarians had achieved with their skills. It was little wonder why many royal chefs in Equestria had been Germane since Celestia could remember. And an invitation to the festivities? No doubt they wanted her blessings on the whole thing, and all that lovely food she could eat…
“Tell them I shall attend, thank you.” she smiled, stomach rumbling in anticipation while the guard nodded and left.
Rubbing a hoof across the squishy white surface of her belly, Celestia noticed movement out of the corner of her eye coming from one of the stained glass windows, a mural of the chaos spirit Discord seemed to be silently laughing at her. She squinted at it in annoyance, causing the Draconequus to reveal himself with a mischievous chuckle.
“Going on a royal trip are we, your hineyess?” he smirked, floating in the air lazily.
“Hush Discord, shouldn’t you be helping Twilight with her magic studies like I asked you? I know you may be ‘reformed’ but I still know you get up to tricks.” Celestia groaned, not wanting to spend her trip preparation time in an unwinnable argument with the master of mischief.
“Now now I do have a schedule of my own you know, I’m a very busy draconequus!” he laughed, poofing up a comically long list that rolled down to the floor, over a stoic guard’s body and out the throne room doors. “Surely you don’t mean to make me miss a tea party with Fluttershy do you, hmm?”
Celestia rolled her eyes and got up from the throne, her heavy hoofsteps resounding off of the tiled floor as she walked past Discord with her barrel of a midsection swinging from side to side like a blubbery pendulum. The spirit gave a sudden devious grin and brought one of his mismatched hands down across the alicorn ruler’s prodigious rear with an echoing ‘SLAP!’, making her yell in surprise while blushing from the sudden impact as well as the sensation of jostling, rippling fat from her rear. Discord guffawed and rolled around as she turned to him, beetroot red, and had seconds to dodge the teacup and saucer she flung at him with startling accuracy.
“Getting pretty good with those hits my dear, that one actually almost hit me this time!” Discord grinned, as Celestia’s pendulous trot turned into a jiggle-tastic floor shaking grumpy trot-stomp.
“She’s adorable when she’s mad. I wonder how much of a glutton Celly will make of herself this time?” he mused, before snapping his fingers and teleporting away to enjoy his tea time with Fluttershy.
Outside the palace, Celestia’s quivering bulk approached the royal flying chariot she used for long distance travel, the pegasi guards ‘piloting’ it sweating a little as their leader sat her plush butt into its plush seat with an almighty groan from the magically enchanted wood making up its frame. They didn’t voice their complaints of course, and merely took off when ordered to, though not without audible huffing from the weight. The view from the air was astounding; Celestia could see the rolling mountain valleys and fields below her, passing Ponyville and other settlements as they travelled, before clearing through a thick cloud into the even more mountainous, river filled region of Germaneigh, with the Bamarian township coming into view.
“Ah, here we are! You may descend now, drivers.” Celestia smiled, cradling her stomach in her hooves to get more comfortable in the for some reason cramped carriage.
Dutifully (and with considerable relief), her royal guard entourage set down within an open part of the town, Celestia took in the humble looking architecture and fascinating sights before she was swarmed by a mob of cheering, excited ponies. The throng of mares and stallions all seemed to be made up primarily of earth ponies, with a few unicorns here and there, and all seemed to have coat and mane colors in patterns similar to various baked or cooked treats. Celestia smiled warmly as the ponies bowed to her, their eagerness seemed boundless. A single, portly looking unicorn mare with a mane and coat the colors of a chocolate cake and cutie mark in the shape of a cake slice topped with cream waddled up to the massive monarch, seemingly in charge of the town.
“Velcome, my princess!” her accent was of course Germane, clear and crisp, “Ve are zo glad you could grace our town vith your presence!”
“The pleasure is mine, and who might you be, my friend?” Celestia asked, bending her bulky body down a little to be more level with the tubby mare.
“My name is Nachspeise, und I am ze mayor of zis town!” she proclaimed, a confident smile on her plump face. “It is ein Vergnügen to meet you, your highness!”
Celestia nodded gently to Nachspeise and raised back up, with effort. The throng of ponies seemed anxious for her to address them, she could see tails wagging and making large rears wobble from the movement, and excited murmurings. Walking slowly to the large wooden stand which seemed to have been placed out for her, and which groaned under her weight somewhat, the ample alicorn began her speech.
“My little...well, little is subjective,” she chuckled, good natured laughter rang in the crowd, “my little ponies, thank you so much for inviting me here for your wonderful celebrations. I am honored that you have chosen me for this, and I intend to adhere to whatever customs you wish me to partake in!”
The crowd clapped and cheered, and Nachspeise smirked as she eyed up the portly princess. Oh, how fun this was going to be for all involved. It had been way too long since the last time someone of such resounding importance had attended the Fest der gefräßige Überschuss, a Bamarian tradition, and...well. The results would speak for themselves.
“Das war wunderbar, your majesty.” Nachspeise smiled. “Und on zat note, let ze Fest der gefräßige Überschuss begin!”
The crowd cheered more, and Celestia noticed that several shops had opened their doors, food and drink being wheeled, carried, or levitated out towards the plaza where everyone stood. Wow, that was a lot of food. Plates upon plates were heaped up on the tables, and even more so was put upon the largest master table she was directed to, beside Nachspeise, piled so high with pastries and chocolates and confectionary that she couldn’t even see over it anymore. Her stomach growled at the sight, which the Germane mare noticed and looked up at her with an almost coy nod.
“Zis is for you, princess.” she grinned, “Fest der gefräßige Überschuss means ‘Feast of Gluttonous Excess’, und vell...dig in!” she began to cram her face with her own helpings.
Feast of Gluttonous Excess? She liked to indulge herself, but, to glut upon so much at once? Her weight would explode! But try as she might to try and hold off the increasing cravings for sugary. chocolaty delight, her tummy let out fierce grumbling and growling, enough to make it visibly bubble. Feeling her cheeks flush hot pink, Celestia gave up and levitated the first bite of pastry to her lips.
Her eyes widened, she’d heard that Bamarian food was good, but this was amazing! She began to almost instinctively shovel more into her mouth, her royal manners taking a backseat to mounting greed. Golden magic levitated another nearby slice of cake from its silver tray and towards her lips, a massive bite taken from it with unrestrained relish. And then another. And another. Celestia couldn’t stop; she practically stuffed her face with the delicacies before her, pausing only to catch breath before continuing, letting out giddy sounding mmms and giggles. All while the Bamarians watched on with grins, all the while gorging themselves as well. Nachspeise beamed, all was as it should be.
What felt like hours passed before the clocktower of the square chimed out the signs that it was getting late, and the square was awash with a dimmer light as the sun had hidden itself behind the clouds. Celestia patted her mouth daintily with a napkin before giving a hiccup and small burp, licking her lips. All around her were scores of stuffed, bloated and generally full up ponies, hooves resting atop distended, spherical tummies and the odd burp or gurgle disturbing the quiet, satisfied mumblings. Celestia herself glanced down at her midsection, feeling incredibly stuffed herself, and it showed; her belly was even larger than it had been before eating, the flabby barrel of a stomach had drooped even further down and gotten incredibly firm, packed full of delicious, delicious goodies. She rubbed it with a hoof, proud of her ability to eat so much without ache.
“Oh my...that was the most delicious food I’ve had in a long time!” she smiled, looking towards the contented and also bloated Nachspeise, who was half asleep. “Thank you for inviting me once again my new friend, but I fear I must,” she paused to belch, blushing “I fear I must leave, now that it is over.”
“Mmmf...but mein princess” Nachspeise burbled, waking up “Isn’t over yet! Ze Fest der gefräßige Überschuss is a veek long event!”
A week?!
“A-a week? Oh my...I’d love too, I really would, but I do have a kingdom to run. I’m afraid I must return back to…”
Celestia trailed off as she found herself yawning quite loud. It seems her gluttony had drained her, and she didn’t feel like returning home while this full and sleepy, she’d nod off immediately. She guessed staying overnight wouldn’t hurt?
“...I will stay until midday tomorrow, how does that sound?” she asked gently.
“Oh, wunderbar, wunderbar!” Nachspeise giggled, clapping her thick hooves. “I vill escort you to ze best hotel in Bamaria, free of charge accommodation for royalty of course.”
Celestia nodded, telling her chariot guards to go back to Canterlot with word she would be away for the day, before following the unicorn across town, noting how cute the residents were in their stupors. The walk was tough for both monarch and lesser mare, as their swollen stomachs forced them to waddle at a snail’s pace, sloshing as they did so and the odd burp or hiccup escaping, causing some light chuckling. Celestia was fond of Nachspeise, she seemed to be a good natured mare with a big heart...and a big, hearty appetite!
The hotel, “Der Schlafende Stute”, came into view as they cleared a street a little too narrow for their bulging stomachs, and it was a pleasant looking, homely place like the rest of the town, and after some issue entering due to a small doorway, Celestia was greeted and shown to her room, a lavish, spacious accommodation fit for royalty.
“Zere is even a mini fridge if you get hungrig in ze night, mein princess!” the hotel owner, an aged brown stallion grinned, “Ze vonders of ze modern vorld eh? You haff to love electricity.”
Celestia nodded, it certainly was a hoofy invention.
“Thank you, my friend. I take it the adjacent room is the bathroom?” Celestia inquired.
“Ja, bathtub und toilet und sink, as per expected. I vill leave you now, please enjoy your stay!” And with that, he left.
Celestia had the room to herself now. Excellent. She felt like just going to bed now, she’d get a lovely hot bath in the morning. Right now, her drooping eyelids and constant yawning meant that warm, cozy bed beckoned her like a siren’s song, so she slowly climbed under its red satin covers and drifted off into a food coma, dreaming about more food.
The next morning…
“Hrrrgh...hmph, I could have sworn this bathtub was bigger yesterday…!” Celestia groaned.
The snowy white monarch was attempting to squeeze herself into the tub, completely unaware of how during the night her body had processed her feasting into a whole new helping of fat. A good extra two hundred pounds or so of it in fact. Her flab was hanging over the sides of the ivory white bathtub like an albino muffin, preventing her from getting into it, until with an almighty pop, she managed to squeeze herself in, almost displacing the water in the tub and giving little room for more to flow in from the taps. Sighing in relief, Celestia began scrubbing and brushing her fur and mane, humming to herself as she did so in a jovial bliss. At least until her fat packed midsection released a loud, ravenous growl.
“Oh my, it seems its time for breakfast.” she smiled to herself.”
With loud, almost pained strain she pulled herself free of the tub’s embrace and stood up in it, the compaction of her fat being stopped caused it to bounce out and sag down, jiggling for several seconds. Celestia finally gazed into the bathroom mirror and froze in shock at her reflection. She was big now; her tummy, once a barrel shaped paunch almost at her knees, now sunk down past her knees, sticking out sideways like a cushion and sinking into her legs somewhat. Her chest had developed more sloping folds that gave it an almost accordion look, her golden necklace being bit into by it like the mouth of some obese monster. Her limbs were thicker than ever, each one was covered in a layer of drooping tissue that were like sleeves upon sleeves, softened her waddling even more. Her flanks jutted out like a pair of boulders, cutie marks stretching out over them and crinkling, no doubt suffering due to the sudden growth, and her plot itself had ballooned out so much they’d crush the throne if she sat on it now. Her face also had fattened, with cheeks puffed out like she’d tried to eat tennis balls, and her chin now had two new siblings.
“Oh dear...did yesterday’s feasting do this to me?!” she gasped, taking in her new found plushness. “I was already large, now I’m...well, getting rather obese.”
Grrrrooowwlllll
Another growl of hunger cut off her train of thought, musing over her figure would have to wait, it was time to start the day with a big darn breakfast. Carefully stepping out of the tub, her larger frame nipping into the fairly small confines of the room and knocking some things from the shelf as her ponderous plot bumped against it, to her embarrassment. With a nervous giggle, Celestia waddled out of the bathroom and down towards reception, the stallion hotel owner was surprised by the princess’ overnight growth, but seemed to retain the same cheerful demeanor from yesterday.
“Guten Morgen meine Prinzessin!” He smiled “Off to breakfast? You look like you could use ze energy.”
“Yes, I am rather...peckish.” Celestia chuckled, licking her lips. “Where is the dining room?”
“To ze left, through zere. Help yourself meine Prinzessin, totally free of charge for you!”
Celestia flashed an uncharacteristic grin and waddled her bulk towards the dining room of Der Schlafende Stute, thoughts drifting towards what she’d have for breakfast, and what else would be going on before she left around midday. The dining room was sparsely populated, no doubt since most of the guests would already be outside, which meant more room for Celestia to move without fear of knocking into anypony, all the better for her. The selection of food available was fairly wide ranging, from hay bacon to hash browns to fish sausages and more, though all of it looked rather...fried. The dessert section was also blatantly on display too, a variety of indulgent cakes and ice creams, almost like they expected ponies to glut that early in the morning!
“Such a selection to choose from!” Celestia remarked, looking up and down the food. “I don’t know what to have…”
Grrooorrrrrrgle…
“...So I’ll just have to try everything~” she smirked, her stomach’s grumblings causing her hunger to resurface.
Parking her massive rump on top of two chairs, noting that just sitting on one would likely be a disaster, and even then her plotcheeks oozed over the sides of the two steel chairs like beanbags. Her horn glowed gold and numerous plates were levitated towards her from the serving pans, filling up the table she sat at within seconds. A greedy, confident smirk spread across her plump face as she raised the first bite to her mouth and chomped down, the greasy, sauce drizzled morsels exploding in her mouth and making her want even more. And more she had, as plate after plate was shovelled down her gullet, barely stopping to breathe before moving onto the next fare, the odd mmm or slight hiccup punctuating the sound of her chewing and lip smacking.
“So delicious~!” she purred, before realising all the food on the table had disappeared. Or more accurately, was now resting in her slightly bloated ,considering her already sizeable girth, gut, gurgling away.
“Aww, no more?” She sighed, before realising there was still the dessert section…
“...I’m really letting myself go!” she shook her head, the weight of her actions finally hitting her...as did her actual weight, as the chair began to seriously buckle underneath her.
Attempting to get up, she pushed herself backwards on the chair as best she could before standing, her doughy midsection sloshing and wobbling from the movement, eliciting a belch. She wanted to go about the day without eating too much now, but...it was so tempting. It was almost as if the dessert was calling to her, even. Beckoning her. Her mouth salivated and she couldn’t help herself when she started magiking over the cakes, pastries and pies and not even setting them on the table, instead just shoving them into her mouth with gluttonous, giddy glee, gulping down entire slices almost in one bite and not concerned at all about her stomach’s slow but noticeable swell as it filled more.
Nachspeise waddled slowly through the front entrance of Der Schlafende Stute, her own body having packed on a lot of poundage sense yesterday as well; the chocolate colored unicorn’s initially round frame had expanded so much that her belly almost touched the floor, squishing against the inner meat of her thickened legs, her chest squishing up between her forelegs almost like cleavage, neck rolls spilling down towards it. Her plot ballooned out behind her like a pair of enormous beachballs filled with jelly, the force of her back legs digging and smacking into them as she moved being the only thing keeping them for sagging downwards. Her face was smushed up with tennis ball cheeks and a triple chin, giving her a cute, rounded look.
“Ah, Bürgermeister Nachspeise, herzlich willkommen! Hier für unsere Gäste?” the stallion at the desk and also hotel owner greeted his enlarged leader in the Germane tongue.
“Ja, sie ist noch wach?” Nachspeise replied, having a little trouble squeezing her backside through the door. “Sie müssen wirklich in einer Doppeltür lieber investieren, nicht viele von uns in Bamaria sind schlank mehr.” she added with a chuckle, making her fat jiggle.
“Ja, ja, ich weiß, ich weiß…Die Prinzessin ist oben, sie nimmt das Frühstück im Speisesaal. Ich glaube, sie amüsiert sich.”
“Wunderbar, danke!” Nachspeise lumbered past the stallion, who couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her massive plot as she moved, nodding to himself in approval.
“Princess?” Nachspeise opened the door slowly “Are you vell? Did you sleep-” she stopped herself when her eyes fell upon the sight before her.
Princess Celestia had frozen in place when Nachspeise had entered, her magic levitating a lone morsel of cake in front of her open mouth, which she slowly continued to eat. She’d eaten everything. Literally everything in the dining room. Her belly now hung inches from the floor it was so packed full of food, and yet she barely felt an ache. She praised her alicorn physiology for this, but at the same time it wasn’t exactly helping right now.
“...Vell, somepony is sehr hungrig!” the unicorn mare snickered, approaching her monarch and not even bothering to avoid the chairs her flabby plot and protruding belly pushed aside as she waddled. “You haff room for ze next day of ze feast still ja?”
Oh horse apples, she’d forgotten about that!
“I...guess so.” she blushed furiously with embarrassment. “I think I had a bit of an overindulgent breakfast though.”
“Its ok, haven’t ve all?” Nachspeise gestured to her own blubbery figure with a smirk, Celestia smiled at it, she did look rather cute.
Feeling better, the alicorn stretched as much she could and waddled over to her companion, motioning to be led out to wherever she was needed today. The two mares slowly trundled through the streets, occasionally bumping something or somepony over due to narrow passages and large bodies, and finally arrived back at the plaza, which was once again set up for merriment. This time though, there were large barrels, or tanks, with taps on them, being put into place, and lots of mugs and tankards on the tables. Celestia also noticed that practically all the attending ponies were a lot larger than yesterday, from the old to the foal, all were plumped up and filling out the benches they sat on, or waddled around at a reduced speed. How could such a town go from a week of gaining to back to normal again annually? Probably a town secret.
“Ah, ja, ze drinks haff come out today!” Nachspeise giggled, smirking. “As you probably are avare, ve in Bamaria are also known for our...ahem. alcoholic beverages, ja?”
“Yes, I am aware. Bamarian cider. I knew the brewmaster here over a hundred years ago, nice stallion, but his moustache scared me.” Celestia said, smirking back.”
“Hehe, ja our stallions are known for zere facial hair, zey say its a bad idea to let zem near foals as zey scare zem!” Nachspeise joked, causing both herself and Celestia to laugh more, flab jostling from the movement.
The crowd of portly ponies cheered as Celestia, with effort, got up on the podium again to speak, settled down by a wave from Nachspeise’s flubby hoof. Opening her mouth tos speak, the first thing that came out of it was in fact a long, loud burp, that reverberated around the plaza. The overweight mayor had to stifle the resultant laughter before Celestia could speak properly.
“My Bamarian friends,” “she began, “It has been an honor to have stayed her, I have enjoyed your customs and hospitality immensely! But, I fear I must leave very soon, as I have matters to attend to back in Canterlot.”
The crowd gasped and murmured, seemingly not happy with this, but they knew she had to. Celestia felt a pang of guilt just leaving like this, and wished she could stay just a little while longer. And that’s when she saw a tiny, almost spherical brown and cream filly waddle out of the crowd, looking at her with the most adorable sad-eyes she’d ever seen.
“Not efen stayin’ fow da dwinks?” she asked, in surprisingly good Equestrian, and with a cute lisp.
Okay, she had to stay now.
“...Very well, I shall stay one more day, but only one!” she decided.
The crowd cheered up and applauded, Celestia nodded to them and stepped back down, Nachspeise stepping up to the podium now.
“Let ze second day of Das Fest der gefräßige Überschuss begin!” she announced.
Celestia was seated once again at one of the tables, this time the stool for the bench seemed reinforced, no doubt due to the heftiness of the townsponies. The massive barrels of cider had their taps turned, as mugs and tankards were brought over and filled up, and passed around. One was brought to Celestia, who glanced at Nachspeise to find she was already chugging her’s down. Shrugging, she took a sip.
The cider was incredibly strong, far stronger than the cider the brewmaster a century ago had made, and even stronger than the Apple Clan’s own brand, and that stuff had more kick than Applejack did. Celestia found herself tilting her head back and downing the rest of the mug before placing it back down on the table. She felt like another one wouldn’t hurt. Surely. She raised her hoof to signal for another drink, and she was given one in seconds. She licked her lips, this cider was so good! She chugged it down, stifling a hiccup. Another mug downed. And then another. And another.
“This shider ish...ekshepshunal...*-hic-” she slurred, beginning to feel the effects of intoxication kicking in.
“Ja…-hic-” Nachspeise replied, also mildly drunk, Celestia noted the pyramid of mugs she’d made on the table, and her already more rotund figure.
The thing about Celestia was that she rarely got drunk. And when she did get drunk, she got dumb. And when she got dumb, she decided the best thing to do would be to start downing even more cider while singing incredibly bawdy songs. It was a good thing that many Bamarians only had a loose grasp of the Equestrian language and therefore didn’t get most of the things she sang about, but for those that did, the knowledge that this year’s Fest der gefräßige Überschuss was the one where Celestia sang about what she planned to do to a manticore and a dragon at once would never forget it. The ones still lucid enough to comprehend it anyway.
“Shtill thirshteh” she mumbled, having turned her latest mug upside down, annoyed that it was bone dry. “Need more shider!”
Scanning around the plaza in a blurred haze, Celestia focused on the nearest giant keg of cider to her right and slid off the bench, taking a slow, wobbling and incredibly sloshy beeline for it, knocking more than one intoxicated pony out of the way with belly or plot by accident. Reaching the tank, she twisted herself underneath the tap, knocking many mugs out of the way to wiggle her large body underneath it, and opened her mouth wide, turning on the tap.
“Oh ho! Looks like somepony likes ze cider!” one of the still coherent locals chuckled, gaining the attention of a gaggle who gathered to watch.
“Ulp...ulp...ulp…” she drank it down, as much of it as she could take between breaths.
“Tuckern! Tuckern! Tuckern!” the crowd chanted rhythmically, watching her go.
Celestia groaned as her belly, already massive, began to literally inflate with cider, biting into part of the tap and pressing against the side of the keg, her free hoof being used to rub it as she went. She didn’t care about how she looked, she was too drunk to care. And the cider was too darn delicious. So she kept drinking until the very last golden drop trickled into her mouth, and she rolled to the side to get out from under it, landing on her belly with a noise akin to dropping a water balloon without it bursting, and making her emit a belch that would startle an Ursa Major. The sheer amount of liquid inside her cushioned the slight drop to the point where aside from the pressure shift, she didn’t even feel it.
“Brrrrp...ekshkushe me…” she slurred, taking a good few minutes and a few helping hooves to get to her feet.
She could barely see anymore, and her head was spinning. She needed a lie down. Finding the semi-conscious Nachspeise and managing to communicate that she was heading back to the hotel to sleep this off, she left the mayor to her townsponies and staggered off, almost falling over several times, trying to keep her belly, which now dragged along the ground, from toppling her due to its swinging from side to side like a booze filled pendulum, The owner of Der Schlafende Stute was wise enough to help her to her room and watched as Celestia careened forwards onto her bed with a might ‘BLOOP’, almost crushing it, and immediately falling asleep, making very unroyal sounding snores as she fell into a dreamless slumber.
The morning after…
“Oooaaawww…” Celestia moaned, slowly waking up to a piercing headache, like a dozen Pinkie Pies were bouncing around her head at once. “What did I do last night…”
Nauseous and groggy to say the least, Celestia didn’t want to leave the bed’s warm embrace, as the chilly air of the new day sent shivers along her exposed body. Her stomach’s tumultuous churnings made her question if she was hungry, or about to throw up, and no amount of rubbing could soothe it. Though, her rubbings did yield something new...she felt much softer than usual. A lot softer even.
Rolling herself out of bed, Celestia yelped as the floorboards of her room groaned noisily as her hooves landed upon them, threatening to snap. Curious, she began to walk to the bathroom...or tried, as she found herself moving at the pace of a lethargic snail in a pool of glue, barely going a few inches with each step. She also found that she could barely move her neck anymore, and was getting annoyed. She resorted to using her magic to carefully take the mirror out of the bathroom and hold it in front of herself, and her jaw dropped open at what she saw.
“Oh myself…”
She was a blob. All that cider, all that food, it had added up. Her body had stopped being barrel shaped and had settled on being like a giant white boulder of fat, with a belly that not only hugged the floor and ate into her almost tree trunk sized legs, but oozed out of the gaps between her legs in all directions, even smushing into the underside of her plot cheeks, which were now so big they gently raised over her like two clouds attached to her back, covered in cellulite dimples. Each cutie mark was now so warped and stretched out upon them that they’d begun to crack, with patches of white fur showing, now doubt her marks needed to heal and adjust to her growth. Her necklace had disappeared, she felt for it under one of the many rolls of neck fat accumulating but felt nothing, instead spying it on the bed, having snapped off in the middle of the night as she digested and processed the cider. Even her golden boots had cracked and were on the verge of shattering from the pressure asserted onto them by her possibly near-ton weight. Her cheeks sagged down and rested atop bulky shoulders, like medicine balls, and she couldn’t even count how many chins she had now, they’d merged with her chest and general neck fat.
“I-I can’t get any bigger…!” she groaned, finding it hard to talk with her squashed up face. She tried to flex her wings, to try and stretch them, but found that even her wings were now heavy and useless, swollen with fat and weighed down against her bulbous form.
She whined to herself when a knock came at her door, it was none other than Nachspeise, who had gotten even fatter still herself, barely able to fit through the doorway, and having an almost permanent smile on her face from her mouth being pushed up by her cheeks and chins.
“Meine Prinzessin? she asked meekly. “Are you alright?”
“Nachspeise…” Celestia trailed off. “I’m afraid I definitely do need to halt this now, look at what’s happened to me!” She poked into her heaving fat for emphasis, the hoof disappearing. “I’m so big that I could be the sun!”
“I know, I didn’t think you’d get zis big, to be honest, I just thought you’d plump up!” the Bamarian mare admitted. “Es tut mir leid dies ging so weit…”
Celestia sighed, rubbing her many chins. She couldn’t be mad at somepony for merely sharing their customs with her, even though the customs led to her being so fat the Pegasi weather team would likely try to float her like a cloud. She surrounded Nachspeise in her golden magic aura and gently pulled the unicorn over into an embrace against her blubbery belly and chest, lowering her head as best she could to nuzzle her softly, and reassuringly.
“Its ok my friend, I am not mad.” she cooed gently. “Just shocked.”
Celestia was as warm as the sun’s rays were on a summer day, which helped comfort the obese mayor. She looked up and smiled at her monarch, before being surprised when her stomach growled loudly, making Celestia give an exasperated but amused snort.
“Again? After all this, I’m still hungry.” she licked her lips. “...I imagine that at my current size, no manner of guards pulling my chariot could carry me, so I guess, my dear Nachspeise, that for the time being, you prepare to have a prolonged royal visit.
Nachspeise’s hazel eyes lit up and she positively beamed at this, wagging her tail and waddled back to take in Celestia’s size. “Oh, danke! Danke!”
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllll…
“I think thank yous should be after, I am full.” Celestia smirked. I’ll be at the plaza...when I can maneuver myself. It may take a while.”
Nachspeise giggled and waddled away, squeezing herself through the door and disappearing down the hallway. Celestia slowly dragged her immense body along with the speed of a slug, floorboards almost cracking under the strain as she had to pause every few seconds to breathe, and then try and fit herself through the door.
“Hrrrf, come on Celly...you can, hrrrf, do this…just a, hrrrf, tight squeeze...” she panted, waddling through it.
A tight squeeze indeed, her plot got wedged as she tried to pull it through, and after minutes of pulling and a resounding CRACK, she tore out the doorframe, the force causing her to stumble forwards towards the stairs, and begin a sudden, bumpy descent down them, bouncing along on her blubber until she hit the wall at the bottom and crashed right through it, startling the now almost blob like Bamarians outside.
“...Oops.” she chuckled nervously. “I’ll pay for that!”
“Nein, its alright, Mayor Nachspeise kept telling me to make ze doorvay vider!” the hotel owner rolled, going back to his newspaper.
Wriggling herself free, Celestia slowly made her way to the plaza once again, noticing the feast of greasy food being prepared. This was only day three, and everyone was already massive! She spied the cute filly from yesterday sitting at the table, and noticing she was sitting on her own plot like a chair, her limbs raised off the ground by her fat, with an adorable happy face as she chewed on a carrot dog.
Nachspeise saw Celestia and called her over, not even bothering with a speech this time, just commencing Day Three immediately as everyone tore into their food with wild abandon. Celestia gave up any pretenses of modesty or restraint and allowed herself to descend to the primal level of gluttony her hosts exhibited, swallowing entire hay burgers, fish burgers, fried eggs, carrot dogs, anything and everything that she saw in front of her was devoured. It was almost impossible to see her stomach expand from packing away food until after the first few piles had been consumed, Celestia wordlessly moved on from one course to the other, silently eating even as she felt Nachspeise’s expanding body squish against her own side, almost a competitive binge between them, the only noises being her burps and hiccups and the sound of chewing and crunching. She didn’t stop until she couldn’t reach anything else.
“Oooogh…” she moaned, licking her grease covered lips. “Can’t move anymore…”
“Me neither, meine prinzessin, ve are immobile!” Nachspeise giggled, almost drunk on how much she’d eaten.
Both mares were much larger than anything else at the plaza, though Celestia was clearly bigger than Nachspeise still, a gigantic white lump resting atop her own belly, unable to reach anything else physically and resorting to using her magic to snatch any more morsels in range, cramming them into her mouth, as her host did the same.
The clock of the square finally chimed that it was evening when the feast came to a close for the day, everypony either completely immobile or close to it, and too lethargic to care. Celestia was so large she could be considered a landmark for the town by now, there was no way she’d fit back into the hotel, let alone move from her current position, so large that the table in front of her had been pushed over by her belly. Nachspeise was almost as big, and was in a food coma. Celestia just purred from the sensation of how full she was before passing out, her dreams weird and wonderful due to her consumption.
The fourth day…
“-UUUAAARRRRRRP-” was the sound that woke the town, in place of the usual rooster.
“Well...thish ish...the mosht intereshting four daysh I’ve had in shenturiesh…” the deepened, bass voice of Celestia rumbled, looking down on the assembled townsponies.
Blob no longer did her justice. The alicorn royal had transcended blobbiness and achieved a corpulent nirvana not heard outside of fairytales. She wasn’t a blob, as blobs still had a sense of form to them. Celestia was more a mass. A gigantic, jiggling mass. The only parts of her that still betrayed her nature as a pony and not an oversized gelatin dessert were her head, almost engulfed into her neck fat and with cheeks larger than carts, mouth almost disappearing between them and the billowing river of chins below it, her wings, now ill defined lumps adorning her body like decorations, whatever nerves and muscles made them move deadened by the crushing layer of fat pinning them to her roll saturated back, and her tail, above a plot which was the size of a small building, and pockmarked with rolls, dimples and more, the cutie marks almost completely faded due to damage from stretching. They’d heal, of course, but that would take time.
She tried to wiggle her limbs, but to no avail, as her fore and back legs had been sucked into her body, the tips of her hooves still jutting out. Her mane was limply flopped down over her side, not even having the energy to flow with magic as it usually did. All the celestial body that was Princess Celestia could do, was rumble, both vocally and from her now bottomless stomach.
Nachspeise, meanwhile, was smaller than Celestia but practically almost as massive in terms of fat, though her limbs still retained some level of function and were able to move in their ‘sleeves’ of fat, and her mammoth plot found itself trying to eat a lamppost behind her, to her discomfort. The cold metal not helping her at all.
“What...now…?” Celestia wheezed, not used to such a size at all.
“Vell...day four of...hrrrf, ze Fest der gefräßige... Überschuss is vhen ze chocolatiers bring...-urrrrp- out ze finest... goods ze have made.” Nachspeise rumbled, wriggling her plot to try and dislodge it from the street light it was pressed into.
“Wait, sho all...all that chocolate on the firsht...day, -urrrp-, washn’t even the...besht…?” Celestia grunted, smiling as another incredibly doughy filly poked her blubbery form and giggled in amazement, and a few stallions and mares were poking at her house sized plot.
“Nein...ze best is alvays saved...for later in ze veek…”
GRROOORRRRLLLLL…
Celestia’s stomach roared so fiercly that her whole body jiggled, the force of it uprooting the lamppost that was annoying Nachspeise and sending it tumbling over, to her extreme relief. There was no denying it anymore, she was enjoying this Feast of Gluttinous Excess way more than she should be. Not like she had anything else to do for the next three days.
“...Nachshpishe, when thish week ish over...ish therem anything to make me...shmall again?”
“Ja, ve have... lipomancy potions...they’ll vork...eventually…-urrrp-.”
“Sho I can...keep eating. All week...thish town jusht got... triple the funding. I ekshpect you at...the neksht Canterlot...ball…~” Celestia teased, leaning against her friend slightly.
The chocolate was brought out en masse, and piled high for everyone, from the townsponies to the mayor and monarch, who smiled at each other before gorging themselves on this new bounty.
This was going to be a Fest der gefräßige Überschuss for the ages.
Author's Note
I apologise in advance for the no doubt butchered and mangled German used in this haha xD
