Princess Celestia groaned. Holding court was never easy, not a thousand years ago, not today. In a thousand more, she suspected she'd still be sitting there on the throne, vegetating as she listened to corrupt and incompetent nobles complain about petty grievances and presenting ill-conceived petitions involving monorails, or solar roads, or...
She took a deep breath and exhaled. It was all over now, at least for the time being. The sun was dipping down in the west, while on the other side of the sky, her sister's moon was just beginning to peek over the horizon. Ponies across Equestria were sitting down for dinner, and she was no exception.
Dinner, for the past few centuries, had consisted of a simple meal, a slice of cake, and a glass or two of vintage wine. It was one of the few constants in her eternal life, aside from taxation and equine stupidity. Once or twice, she'd been given the wrong order, usually due to one of the ingredients going extinct, and a few decades ago, she had been annoyed to learn that her entire stock of 11th century wines had turned to reddish vinegar, but by and large, the evening meal was the least interesting part of her day. A moment of peace amidst the endless storm.
She sighed, banishing all stressful thoughts from her mind, as she approached the massive wooden doorway leading to the royal dining room. The guards, standing on either side, saluted their princess, and swung the doors open. As they did so, a wave of stink blew down the hallway, along with a cascade of wet, sloppy munching sounds. Celestia's heart sunk. She forgot, Discord was visiting Canterlot today.
In the middle of the room, atop an ancient marble dining table, was a mountain of cake. Cake, singular. One massive cake, twice as tall as Celestia, probably even taller than the dining room doors, which begged the question of how it got in here in the first place. It wasn't particularly fancy; Aside from its size, it was just single layered cake covered in white icing, with a little red piping around the bottom and upper edge, but still, the sight of it stirred something in Celestia's heart.
It was a truly magnificent sight, utterly ruined by the creature sitting in front of it. Discord had his back turned to Celestia as he sat on the floor, tearing handfuls from the glorious cake and stuffed them down his fat throat. Every bite sent ripples through his truck-sized body, punctuated with the occasional fart. The sight was almost hypnotizing; Celestia had never seen such wanton consumption since the days of ancient Roam, and then, even the most gluttonous of emperors never reached an iota of Discord's size.
One of his moobs alone was the size of a full-grown pony; His ass sat like a shelf behind him, one cheek green and scaly, the other covered in brown fur. Both were bigger than most manticores, and probably weighed about as much. At his size, movement under his own power wasn't much of an option, but Celestia suspected he didn't have to worry about that. Anything was possible with chaos magic, after all.
Celestia recoiled as a glob of frosting splattered to the floor at her hooves. A sniff confirmed her suspicions, a tear rolling down her alabaster white cheek. Vanilla cake. Vanilla was her favorite. With a heavy heart, she tore her eyes away from the horrific scene, and she began the long walk around him to the other side of the table.
“Good evening, Discord,” She said as she trotted past him.
Discord paused in his eating for a moment, letting out a deep belch before replying, “How good of you to join me, Princess! Would you like some cake?”
He turned around, slowly and laboriously. There was a wet sound as he shuffled in place, and Celestia suspected the only reason he could move at all was from the sweat greasing the marble floor below him. His moobs swung from side to side, causing the accumulated crumbs to cascade down across his belly.
Finally, with an exhausted huff, Discord faced Celestia and held out a hand, a clump of cake gripped in his thick fingers. Crumbs rolled over the side and onto the floor, icing oozing viscuously between his fingers. It smelled absolutely heavenly, causing Celestia's mouth to flood with saliva. She grit her teeth; She really wanted it, but then again, Discord was Discord...
Before she could decide, a fart rumbled out between Discord's ass cheeks. Celestia suppressed a gag, shaking her head to decline as she made a beeline for the furthest seat away from her unwanted guest. Thankfully, the blob and his dessert only took up most of the table.
Discord had blown up in recent months, and nopony seemed to know why. One day, he was thin, the next, chubby, and a week later, he was outright obese. Perhaps he decided to switch hobbies from causing chaos, to eating. Instead of driving ponies insane or turning apples into oranges, he spent his time waddling from buffet to buffet, and when they closed, his magic was always ready to conjure a feast or two.
Celestia had dismissed her student's concerns about the growing draconequus, simply happy that he was no longer threatening Equestria with his very existence. But now, as she took her seat in the opulent throne at the end of the table, she was beginning to wonder.
There was no time for that, as a moment later, a servant brought her meal: Hay salad with a side of almonds. It was absolutely delicious. The cooks couldn't have done a better job. She knew, since the mare who had prepared this particular dish was voted 'Equestria's Greatest Cook' four years in a row. It was a nice, light meal, perfect for ending a hectic day, or would've been, if not for a certain distraction. It was hard to enjoy her meal with approximately one metric tonne of stinking, chaotic flesh sitting across from her, chewing loudly on what was undoubtedly an absolutely delicious cake.
She sloshed the last bits of Chateau Fancy Pants '36 around in her mouth, before swallowing and setting the glass aside. In the time it took Celestia to eat her meal, Discord had barely made a dent in his cake. Her stomach grumbled, still hungry for more, but she was leery of sharing anything with the creature that had enslaved Equestria twice, and attempted to do so several times more. Still, the cake did look pretty good...
“Excuse me, Discord?”
The eating noises stopped, and Discord poked his fat head around the cake to look at her. Celestia held back a chuckle; His cheeks and jowls were covered in icing, his white beard so thick with crumbs that it looked almost like he'd attached a piece of cake to his chin as a joke.
“Yes?” He asked, his ass cheeks slapping together as a fart sprayed out.
Celestia grimaced as the smell hit her, but that was just the price of being near Discord.
“May I have some cake?” She asked as nicely as possible, without inhaling too much.
“Of course,” He responded, and went back to his messy eating.
Celestia's eye twitched. Of course, he wouldn't have a knife. She didn't either, for that matter. Sighing, she got up, walked along the table, and tore a chunk from the cake with her bare hoof. The texture was strange; It was somehow thicker and slimier than she'd expected, but in her hoof, the cake didn't seem very unusual. It smelled like vanilla, Prench vanilla to be exact. To complete her inspection, Celestia brought it to her mouth and took a small nibble.
Her heart skipped a beat, saliva flooding her mouth as her taste buds went on high alert. It was so good! The texture was strange, but when combined with the taste, it just tasted... Right. She took another bite, and n a moment, Celestia realized she'd devoured her whole piece. It felt like a rock in her stomach, weighing her down, but a growl coursed through it anyway.
“I really shouldn't,” She mumbled, biting her lip as she looked back towards the mound of baked heaven sitting in the middle of the room. She remembered her diet, after a little debacle a few decades ago involving soda sponsorship. Since then, she'd limited herself to one piece of junk food each day, a rule she hadn't broken in years... But then again, it was a really good cake.
She glanced over at Discord, but he was again focused on consuming, filling his flabby gut with handfuls of heavenly baked goodness. She didn't want to end up like him... But then again, one slice of cake couldn't hurt. Digging her hoof in, she tore another piece from the cake and trotted back to her seat. If she was going to break her own rule, she was going to be civilized about it, and eat it with a plate, knife, and fork, like the refined mare she was. She looked down as she took her seat, but a servant had already taken her plate.
“Dammit,” She groaned under her breath. She didn't want to act uncivilized, but then, the only other creature in the room wouldn't care. The cake in her hoof looked so good... She glanced up at the real cake for a moment, a fantasy flitting across her mind of giving in and spending the next decade gorging her face... Which was the amount of time she expected it would take to consume such a feast.
That was, of course, just an idle fantasy. In reality, she had duties and obligations, which often conflicted with her desire to eat whatever and whenever she wanted. Even an extra serving might impact negatively on her royal figure, and therefore, on the nation, or so her publicists told her.
Then again, she was still a little bit hungry... Celestia shrugged. It was just two pieces, after all.
-=-=-=-=-=-
“Just two pieces!” Celestia shouted, jabbing a hoof at the mirror, as if expecting some response from the cold glass. The only answer she got was a rattle from the glass, and an unpleasant jiggle where tight flesh and muscle once was. She grit her teeth and took a step back, very slowly as not to disturb her new flab and cause any more unwelcome sensations.
She tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from her reflection. Overnight, her body had ballooned to a state of obesity rarely seen in health-conscious Canterlot. Her belly hung down below her knees, which buckled slightly under the weight. It was like...
Celestia suppressed a gag. It was like a bag of cottage cheese, covered in lumps and rolls, as if the contents were straining to get out. She turned around slowly, her thick legs bumping against her belly, and made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. Her glorious suns! Celestia's backside, her pride and joy, had turned into a mess of saggy flesh. Far from the perfect globes she'd spent centuries creating, her ass was just as lumpy and saggy as the rest of her body. She gave it a flex, trying to recapture her old booty bounce, but all it did was slosh around slightly.
“How could this have happened?” She groaned, her jowls quivering.
The mirror was stoic as ever.
“Regardless of my... Predicament,” Celestia said, straightening herself to full posture, “I am immortal. I can simply go without eating for a year or two.”
A loud grumble shook her gut, causing her eyes to widen. The sound echoed around the room. If her chambers weren't soundproof, the guards outside would probably think some kind of wild animal was loose in the palace. Celestia touched her belly, feeling it rumble beneath her hoof, and sighed.
“Maybe... Maybe I can have breakfast first?”
Celestia steeled herself. She was the Princess of the Sun. She wouldn't let a little extra weight get in the way of her royal duties. In fact, removing meals from her daily schedule would give her an extra – She did the calculations in her head – An extra three hours and fifteen minutes of time each day. She could get caught up on paperwork... Or just spend the extra time reading.
Her stomach vociferously disagreed with her decision, gurgling and groaning in response. She gave her poor, flab-coated stomach a pat. The only way to settle it down was to feed it, but how would she do that? She couldn't exactly go trotting around the palace, wobbling like a bowl of jello as she went. No, she had to be smart about this. Celestia glanced over at her closet – Perfect!
She trotted over, trying to ignore the sensation of her thighs rubbing together, and began sorting through the various hanging outfits. So many beautiful dresses, made by the greatest designers of decades past. Some of these things dated back centuries. She'd usually donate anything over 100 years old to a museum, but there were still a few she hadn't gotten around to getting rid of.
“Aha!”
Celestia pulled out a plain white robe. It was huge and shapeless, perfect for hiding her devastated figure. In fact, if she remembered correctly, that was the reason she'd bought it in the first place. Why had she needed that? She couldn't recall. But whatever the reason before, she was glad she had it now. The robe was itchy and a worn out from countless centuries of use, but it would do the trick.
Slipping it over her head and looking in the mirror, she smiled. If she held her head up high, and walked very slowly so as not to upset her sloshing ocean of a body, she looked almost like the old Celestia.
Her stomach growled again, but this time, Celestia managed to restrain her annoyance. She'd have to, if she wanted to keep up the act. If anypony found out about her new weight... She shivered. The papers would have a field day, to say the least. The image of the kind, wise Celestia, mother to her nation, would be replaced with Celestia, the greedy pig of a princess, who cared more about stuffing her face than actually ruling.
With any luck, she wouldn't have to worry about that.
“Don't worry,” She mumbled, “You'll get one last snack. It's not like it can do any more harm.”
Celestia sucked in her gut, arched her back, and raised her head up high. She raised a hoof, swung open the antique chamber door, and stepped out into the hallway. Deserted, aside from the two guards flanking the door. If they noticed anything amiss with their eternal princess, they didn't show it. Celestia sighed in relief. Today was going to be a good day. A normal day.
About twelve feet down the hall, she was beginning to doubt that. Her back hurt from holding up her heavy gut. She could feel her thighs rubbing together under her robe. If a rash didn't form by midday, she'd count herself lucky.
The dining room wasn't too far away, just a couple hundred yards through the maze of marble hallways that comprised her palace, but it may as well have been miles. With a body like hers, any exertion felt a hundred times worse. Sweat began to form on her back, soaking the robe and causing it to cling to her body. She could feel it shifting with every movement, enunciating her figure rather than hiding it.
A renewed sense of nervousness washed over her, and Celestia wondered if she couldn't just hide in her room for a year instead. Surely Luna could rule Equestria in her stead. She was capable enough, and she'd always wanted to play a larger role in the government. She probably wouldn't cause any wars-
“Hail, sister!”
Celestia froze, torn from her thoughts by her sister's voice. Luna was trotting slowly down the hall, looking haggard and exhausted, with heavy bags under her eyes. She couldn't see her like this!
There was nothing she could do, as Luna soon cleared the distance between them. Just a few steps away from one another, fear and humiliation gripped Celestia's heart. Surely, Luna would see through her poor disguise. With the newspapers, at least, the fuss would die down in a few years. With Luna, however, she'd be forced to endure fat jokes for centuries, possibly even millennia to come.
Luna sniffed the air, her expression turning to one of disgust. She raised a hoof, but instead of pointing and laughing, she used it to cover her nose.
“Is, erm... Is your shower broken, sister?”
“No, why,” Celestia responded. Surely, this was the setup to some sort of rude joke.
“Um, well,” Luna stammered, “It's just that... You smell rather ripe, sister.”
Celestia raised a foreleg and sniffed. Her nose wrinkled at the strong smell. How hadn't she noticed that before? Her pits smelled like she hadn't bathed in weeks! Adding insult to injury, her stomach once again let out a hungry growl.
“Ugh,” She groaned, “I'll deal with it after breakfast.”
“Indeed,” Luna said sympathetically, “It sounds like you skipped dinner last night.”
Celestia tried to smile, but the way her lips squished against her cheeks made her acutely aware of just how fat her face had gotten. She settled for a small smirk instead, as she thanked the stars for millennia of acting experience.
“You know what I always say, sister. A princess's work is never over.”
“Well, mine is,” Luna yawned, “At least until this evening. Goodnight, Celestia.”
“Sleep well, Luna,” Celestia said as her sister walked off.
Celestia heaved a sigh of relief as her sister trotted off past her. She turned and watched Luna's tail disappear around a corner, before continuing on her way. That encounter brought more fears to mind. The robe was a decent solution for the short term, but she couldn't exactly spend the next year trotting around in it. Even if she took up exercise, which she barely had time for anyway, it would still be months before she reached her normal weight again. She'd need a more permanent disguise.
She knew a plethora of glamour spells, but those would only deal with her appearance. Her fat would still be there, invisible yet tangible, and if somepony touched her and felt solid flesh where none appeared, it would all be over.
Complex magical calculations flitted through her head as she struggled to find some sort of disguise spell. So wrapped up in thought was she, that she didn't realize she was approaching someone until it was too late.
Her head impacted hard flesh, and she fell down on her fat flank with a grunt. As she fell, the threadbare old robe fell apart. The seams along the arms and the body simply disintegrated, leaving the loose fabric to fall to the ground. Celestia gasped and tried to cover up her body with a scrap of cloth, but it was no use. Her flabby self was on display for all to see. Her belly was squished between her thunder thighs, lopsided rolls and folds flowing across its surface Whoever she'd just bumped into would get an eyeful, alright.
And worst of all, she jiggled like a -
“Pig!” Discord chuckled, giving Celestia's gut a slap.
Celestia's head shot up. Discord! The old draconequus was being his usual, dickish self, nothing new there. But his body-
“How are you so thin?” Celestia asked in shock.
Discord had gone from a truck-sized mountain of flesh to his old serpentine figure in less than a day! His moobs, his ass, the cellulite and musk – All gone in the blink of an eye!
“Two words, Tia, my dear. Chaos. Magic.”
Celestia hesitated for a moment, then looked him right in the eye.
“Show me.”
-+---+---+---+-
Discord and Celestia walked side by side down the halls of Canterlot. Ponies greeted them as they passed; Warm and friendly hello's for Celestia, frightened and respectful greetings for Discord. Some of them, who knew of Discord's gain, chalked his current size up to chaos and tried not to think about it. None of them could've suspected that, mere minutes ago, their thin and regal Princess was a tub of lard.
“This is incredible!” Celestia whispered, as they turned the corner down a deserted hall, “None of them suspect a thing! How does it work?”
Discord gave her a blank look. “If I explained it, your brains would turn into strawberry milk and leak out your ears.”
Celestia stared at his face, but she couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Ponies were never meant to comprehend chaos magic, and with a trickster like Discord, one could never tell. Not wanting to fill her skull with a tasty and nutritional beverage, she decided against questioning him further.
They walked on through the palace for a short while, the silence only broken by the occasional guard or maid greeting them as they passed.
“So, you're really serious about this diet?” Discord eventually asked. “You know I can cast this spell any time you like.”
“Absolutely,” Celestia said firmly, “Your spell may hide my body temporarily, but I simply must return to my true form. One cannot conduct serious politics as a barely-mobile blob.”
Discord chuckled, and Celestia gave him a questioning glance.
“I don't know, I think you'd be surprised.”
She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by that, but before she could speak, Discord clapped his hands, and Celestia realized they had reached the dining room. The guards standing on either side of the ancient doors saluted, with Discord giving them a mocking salute in return. Rolling their eyes, the two guards grabbed the door handles and yanked.
The dining room doors swung open, revealing a massive, multi-layered cake that nearly touched the crystal chandelier. Fancy, curly piping ringed the base and rims of each layer, the rest coated in a smooth, off-white icing that smelled like... Celestia took a deep, long sniff, and sighed blissfully. Cream cheese! To say her mouth was watering would be an understatement. Saliva poured into her mouth, her stomach gurgled in hunger. Just imagining the taste, the texture, the sheer calorie count in every individual bite... Celestia shivered. If not for her royal duties, she'd be content spending eternity in here, just gorging on beautiful cake after beautiful cake.
“Wait, what?” She muttered, snapping back into reality. That was an... Odd fantasy.
“You're hungry, Tia,” Discord said, “A little breakfast will straighten you out.”
“You're quite right,” Celestia responded, her eyes transfixed on the dessert before her. She took a step forward. Her stomach burned with hunger, and a little bit of lust. She wanted that cake inside her, now!
“But first!”
Before she could get far, Discord snapped his fingers, causing his and Celestia's bodies to suddenly expand. Celestia gasped, as her belly feel down, shaking to and fro from the momentum, while her ass expanded and her face puffed up. A fart hissed out of her butt cheeks, clearly having been compressed for far too long.
Discord barely reacted at all, making his way over to the cake even as his body swelled up around him. His tube-like serpentine body filled out quickly, moobs forming on his chest, belly hanging out an. In seconds, his belly began to touch the ground, slowing his walking, until it finally became too much, and he rolled forward onto it.
Celestia watched in awe and a little bit of envy as Discord, perched atop his boulder-sized gut, rolled forward and planted his face right into the frosted icing of the cake. Brown crumbs flew everywhere, tumbling across Discord's front and across the floor. Just from looking at them, Celestia knew this was the thickest, richest chocolate cake she had ever lain eyes on.
“It'sh gwood!” Discord shouted, crumbs tumbling down his face and becoming lodged in his chins.
There was nothing the alicorn princess wanted more than to trot over and stuff her face, but something stopped her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice reminded her of what happened last time she shared a cake with Discord. That voice had clearly never tasted a triple-chocolate fudge cake with cream cheese icing, and Celestia silenced it with a stomp of her hoof.
With nothing left to stop her, Celestia trotted over to the cake as fast as her flabby legs could carry her, even ignoring the friction burn developing between her thighs. Her whole body jiggled as she went, folds of fat slapping and smacking violently across her body, but she didn't care. Food was the only thing on her mind.
Closing the last few steps, the plump princess paused for a moment to admire the glorious tower of cake one last time. Celestia felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of destroying such a magnificent culinary marvel, but in her heart, she knew this was the only way it could've ended. She closed her eyes for a moment, paying respect to the masterpiece, but the sound of Discord's gorging broke her from her thoughts.
Just a few feet away, Discord had already made a sizable dent in the cake, with flecks of frosting and moist, chocolaty goodness plastered across his front. The way he ate was almost mechanical, shoveling in handfuls at a time, barely stopping to chew before swallowing to make room for another bite. Left to his own devices, he could demolish the whole cake before long, leaving nothing for Celestia but crumbs.
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” She muttered, before digging in.
Celestia shoved her face right into the cake, covering her face in frosting, and began munching away ravenously. She ate like a starving beast, brown and white slop oozing down her coat, without a care in the world. Her worries, her royal duties, her figure – All thoughts melted away in a sea of warm, sweet flavor.
She quickly hollowed out a decent sized hole, each bite filling her stomach more and more. Her fat body pressed into the white frosting as she pressed in further, fully engulfing her head within the monstrous confection. The only sign that she was a living pony, and not some kind of strangely shaped appendix to the cake, was the steady churning of her stomach as clumps of barely-chewed cake slid into it.
“So, Discord,” Celestia asked between bites, “Why do you eat so much, anyway?”
“Oh, it's my diet,” Discord replied, his voice coming from somewhere within the hill of brown flesh next to her, “Fluttershy thinks I should eat one for dinner every day.”
“She... Wants you to gain weight?”
“The opposite,” Discord replied, “I used to eat two.”
Celestia opened her mouth, to question why he was eating two of these monstrous cakes each day, only to close it again without speaking. The taste spoke for itself, as did the renewed munching sounds coming from Mount Discord.
The cake storage bag, formerly known as her stomach, began to swell, folds forming across its surface as it grew. Pink stretch marks streaked out across the underside, marring the pearly white surface of her flesh. Every passing second brought more cake down, causing a quiet fart to hiss out as her growing stomach pressed against her insides, followed by a louder, smellier one, flooding the room with the stench of semi-digested cake.
Normally, Celestia would've freaked out at such a rude expulsion, but right now, her mind and body were focused on only one thing: Consuming. She just wanted to eat and eat, to make up for all the meals she'd missed keeping herself trim and in shape. Sweat began to drip down her back, slipping between folds of fat to puddle on the floor around her, mixing with crumbs and icing to create a sticky morass around her swelling body.
The only sounds in the room were those of greedy, ravenous consumption, punctuated by the occasional fart or hiccup. The two were beginning to really fill out, even as the cake began to dwindle; Celestia's belly finally touched the cold floor, sending a shiver up her spine, which Discord's ever-widening form was beginning to resemble play dough more than any sort of living creature.
The mindless feast went on and on, as the solar princess began to resemble her namesake body more and more, in size if not in heat. Her rear hooves lost contact with the ground, her belly pushing them up as she gulped down another hundred pounds of cake, but she gave little reaction other than a piggish snort. She was already too big to move easily, so why bother moving at all?
Her hygiene was likewise paying a toll. Sweat was oozing off of her, pooling in cracks and pockets across her body, while hot, reeking farts blasted out from between her pony-sized ass cheeks. The royal suns emblazoned on them were beginning to look like red giants, stretched out and splattered with stray bits of cake. The thought of showering now seemed laughable; She'd need a high-pressure hose to wash her down, and an industrial tanker of soap to clean her up.
Princess Celestia's existence had been reduced to a single set of actions. Eat, swallow, repeat, with the odd fart or belch thrown in for good measure. Pleasure warmed her body, her taste buds tingling with every bite, each as delicious as the last.
Finally, of course, the feast had to end. Celestia blinked, gazing across the dining room with some vague idea of finding more food. As her eyes began to focus and her wits came back to her, she realized there was none – None! Where the massive cake once stood, there was now just a pile of crumbs. A floating pile of crumbs, encased in a golden magical glow, flowing into Discord's gaping maw.
The draconequus was absolutely massive! If Discord was a hill before, he was a mountain now; A mountain of icing-stained flesh, belching and farting without care. Celestia caught sight of his belly button, wide and cavernous, probably big enough for a full-grown pony to hide inside. There was no guarantee they'd ever come out, of course.
Perched atop her belly, Celestia had a pretty good view of everything in the room, including herself. Discord may have been a mountain, but she was an ocean in her own right. Her hooves dangled two feet off the floor, spread out by her belly which lay like the world's biggest, squishiest mattress below her.
Celestia could feel the icing coating her lips and chin. It was beginning to dry out as her body cooled down from its feeding frenzy, leaving a disgusting feeling across her face. She raised a hoof to wipe it off before it could harden, but her leg refused to move more than a couple inches. Looking over, she saw the problem: It was just too fat! Both of her front hooves had become mere divots poking out from fat tubes that were once her legs. It looked almost like a set of white inner tubes wrapped around her legs, but as she attempted once again to move them, she knew it was part of her.
Too big to even clean herself... The old naysaying voice returned, calling her a fat pig, an idiot - Not inaccurate, she agreed. Eating with Discord, especially after what happened last time, seemed like a spectacularly bad idea. Still, she couldn't say it wasn't fun while it lasted. Though, now, she'd have to spend the next century on a diet.
And worst of all, she just couldn't bring herself to care. She was fine with her new size; In fact, she embraced it, both literally and figuratively. Courtiers and diplomats may disagree, but like all citizens of Equestria, she was free to do whatever she wanted as long as it didn't hurt anypony. What did her feasting hurt, aside from her figure?
A wet fart answered that question. Celestia smiled to herself, taking a moment to appreciate the thick, fermented smell. It was pleasant, not fine like Prench perfume, but a raw, natural smell, of which Canterlot had unknowingly been bereft. An easy fix, when you outweighed a locomotive.
“So, Tia, how do you like being a fat slob?”
Princess Celestia looked over at Discord; The old demon was leaning over towards her, a wide smirk spread across his face. She didn't answer, simply shooting him a demanding look. For a moment, even he, Discord, master of chaos, was frightened by what he had created. The feeling quickly went away, as Celestia opened her mouth and let out a loud, echoing belch.
“More cake,” She barked, her tone authoritative despite being too fat to move... Or perhaps because of it. Discord, terrified, obeyed her request, snapping his fingers to teleport in another cake.
Celestia licked her lips. She was going to enjoy her new life.
