Expanding Relations (revised)

Grasping in her magic a can of whipped cream and one plump, steaming apple pie, Starlight Glimmer pranced cheerfully into her mentor's sanctum. She found Twilight Sparkle sitting on her haunches in a big cushioned chair. It was a chair that the princess favored and one of the few that could still support her weight, which she had gained a lot of in just the past few months.

It had been a while since Twilight Sparkle had last stepped on some ill-fated scale, but Glimmer estimated the alicorn had long surpassed two hundred pounds. By her estimates, Twilight Sparkle was closer to three hundred, easily making the princess the fattest pony in Ponyville.

The chair was looking quite snug around Twilight's softer body. When she shifted her weight to get more comfortable, the chair creaked ominously beneath her bulging hindquarters. It wouldn't be long before the obese pony would outgrow even that cherished chair as well, but for now, it held.

A few days ago, to better judge just how big Twilight had gotten, Glimmer had sat in Twilight's chair while the alicorn was sleeping in her chamber just down the hall. The smells of lavender and coconut, the very smells of Twilight's favored coat and hair product, was strong in the midnight blue cushions with its white half-moons and stars. Glimmer's slender rump settled into the impressive indentation of Twilight's ponderous purple plot cheeks. Pink forehooves rested within a large dip where the princess's fat teats and gut had pressed their considerable weight into the cushion. Sitting in Twilight's seat, there was plenty of space on each side of Glimmer’s hips. She figured there was enough room for a second average-sized pony to sit comfortably with her, yet Twilight's corpulent body all but overflowed that same space. The experience had stirred something overwhelmingly pleasant and primal within Glimmer, and she had been forced to jump out of the chair before she stained it with the juices of her arousal.

Twilight Sparkle's brows furrowed the way they did when she was in a focused mindset. The princess's vibrant purple eyes darted from left to right as, for the hundredth time it seemed, she thoroughly scrutinized the extensive, meticulous notes that she had taken while in the Dragon Lands months ago. At that time, the alicorn was a mere one hundred and thirty pounds.

Twilight was so absorbed in her work, she didn't seem to notice that Starlight Glimmer had entered the room, despite the echoing clip-clop her hooves had made on the crystallized floor. That did not last long. The moment Twilight's nostrils picked up the sweet mouth-watering scent of one of Applejack's famous apple pies, the alicorn's attention was immediately drawn away from her work and towards the source of another potential meal. Plump purple cheeks flushed and a look of... well, Glimmer wasn't quite sure what was behind her mentor's expression. She thought it was a cross between wonder, desperation, and perhaps even sexual arousal.

Glimmer couldn't help the smug smile that crept upon her pink face from the sight of her mentor's expression. "I thought you might still be hungry. And, well..." The unicorn pushed strands of purple and teal hair away from her blue eyes. "Applejack was having another bake sale in town, and I couldn't help but think of you."

Resting upon Twilight's rotund gut was a rather thick notebook. Ever since she had gained enough flab to do so, Twilight had been putting her broad belly to good use as a soft, squishy book stand. Three other notebooks had been set upon a wooden end table nearby. The alicorn had broken up her notes on dragons into four separate subjects, each with their dedicated book. Glimmer had read through all of them once or twice. There was Dragon Anatomy, Dragon Psychology, Geography of the Dragon Lands, and Dragon History. It was impressive how much detail Twilight put into even the most mundane of information.

Twilight smiled innocently. "That's very sweet, but I just ate a—" From within the depths of the princess's stomach, a monstrous growl butted into the conversation like a freight train before tapering off in a low rumble, leaving Twilight to giggle nervously. Once again her almost insatiable stomach had betrayed her. Twilight's purple hoof absentmindedly rubbed her needy belly in circular motions. "I suppose a small snack would be welcomed." She set her book down on the table with the others.

Glimmer's sly smirk turned into a full toothy grin. "Would you like some whipped cream?"

Twilight nodded as she nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. She looked at the pie in much the same way a horny mare might look upon a stallion's throbbing erection.

As Glimmer proceeded to release an entire can's worth of whipped cream upon the rather large pie, Twilight shuddered and gyrated her meaty thighs together, sending her obese body into a fit of quivering flesh. If there was one thing Starlight Glimmer had noticed about Twilight Sparkle over the past few months, it was that the princess had grown to really love food. And the higher in calories, the better it seemed. As a secret fat admirer, Glimmer was more than happy to enable Twilight.

As the whipped cream piled up higher and higher, Glimmer made a mental note of everything Twilight had devoured that day. To start her day, the gluttonous pony had eaten an enormous stack of seventeen pancakes drenched in butter, maple syrup, and powdered sugar. After that was an entire baker's dozen of frosted donuts. Then a whole iced carrot cake. And to wash it all down, Twilight had gulped down a half gallon of pure heavy cream. For lunch, Glimmer had gone into town to buy four super-sized hayburgers and an extra large helping of hayfries for Twilight. And what better way for the growing princess to finish off the massive meal than an extra large vanilla milkshake? With a diet like that, there was no question how Twilight had put on so much weight in just a few months.

After a moment, the can was empty, and the pie floated over to Twilight and rested upon her soft belly. Twilight was beyond taking slices and putting them on a plate. Why waste time cleaning more dishes when she could eat it right from the tin with a fork? Despite how messy the foods she often ate were, the fat alicorn was extremely efficient and neat with her eating. Every last drop and crumb made it into her greedy maw. Very rarely would she get food on herself.

Starlight Glimmer plopped her slender rump down on the couch across from Twilight Sparkle. The princess didn't seem to notice her anymore. Twilight's full undivided attention was on her latest meal. Nothing else appeared to matter to her but that pie. The unicorn stared dreamily at Twilight's body, fantasizing about how much bigger Twilight was going to get if Glimmer continued to stuff her like a prized hog day after day. She had already become so fat that she was incapable of seeing anything beyond the apex of her gut without a mirror, certainly not her own marehood.

Glimmer was so lost in her admiration that she didn't notice a third pony had entered the room. Trixie jumped up on the couch and sat next to Glimmer. "Enjoying your pie, Twilight?" Trixie said, a toothy grin plastered on her face.

"Mmm-hmm!" Twilight allowed through stuffed cheeks, before swallowing a glob of delicious apple pie and immediately shoving more into her maw.

Glimmer's head snapped towards Trixie, eyes widening at the implication of that knowing grin. "What did you do to that pie?!" Glimmer whispered harshly in Trixie's ear.

Trixie's grin seemed to grow even wider; a devious twinkle was in her eye. "Oh nothing, just a harmless practical joke..." She slyly whispered back under Twilight's range of hearing, before going into a fit of giggling.

Glimmer's eyes darted back towards Twilight in search of something going horribly wrong. At first, everything seemed normal, then she saw it. Twilight's purple teats were poking out from underneath her considerable gut, dark purple nipples erect. There was something else: her round udders appeared bigger than normal. Glimmer wondered if this was simply a recent, natural growth that she hadn't noticed until now. But as she watched, her eyes widened in comprehension. There was no doubt about it now: Twilight's teats were visibly swelling, slowly but surely. Twilight, however, didn't seem to notice as she blissfully shoved more globs of pie into her maw. The tin was almost empty now.

After a few more gulps, visible lumps descending her neck and disappearing into the depths of her belly, Twilight lapped up what little remained of the pie in the bottom of the tin with a nimble tongue. Satisfied, she set the empty tin down on the nearby coffee table with a light clatter. She licked her lips. "Ahh, that hit the spot." Twilight patted her belly, and a burp slipped out from between her lips. "Heh, excuse me." She apologized, blushing cutely.

“Would you like something to wash down all that pie, Twilight? Perhaps some fresh milk?” Trixie asked, that mischievous grin still dominating her muzzle.

“NO!” Glimmer shouted, then blushed when Twilight gave her a perplexed expression. “I mean, uh… I’m feeling antsy, let me get you the rest of the heavy cream from this morning. I should have brought that out with the pie, anyway.”

Twilight still looked perplexed. “Okay… thank you, Glimmer.”

It was apparent Twilight hadn’t noticed her teats were getting bigger. Glimmer figured if no one drew attention to it, whatever Trixie did to the pie would wear off before the princess was aware of it.

Glimmer hopped down from the couch; her hooves clopped noisily onto the crystal floor.

"You know Starlight; I don't think it necessary for you to get that cream, Twilight alrea-AHH!" A pink hoof smacked the back of Trixie's head; then blue hued magic dragged the mischievous unicorn off the couch and out of the room with Glimmer.

When they were out of sight and out of hearing of Twilight, Starlight released Trixie. Scowling, Glimmer glared into the other unicorn’s wide purple eyes. "Okay, explain exactly what you did to that pie," she commanded.

Trixie looked ashamed as she averted her eyes to stare down at her shuffling forehooves. "It was just a light-hearted prank. I think the spell will fade... eventually."

"Eventually?! What?! When her tits are as big as a house?!

"No! I don't think they'll grow that big. Once they start lactating, I'm sure they'll shrink a bit..."

"Lactating?! Lactating!? Oh no, she's going to be pissed once she starts leaking milk all over her castle..."

"I'm sorry, Starlight. I thought you'd find it funny. Trixie certainly did."

Glimmer let out a sigh; her rage drained out of her. "I suppose it is a little funny, but you—" She pressed a hoof into Trixie's chest, "—need to come clean with Twilight. We don't want her going out into public when she starts to lactate. We'll keep her inside for the rest of the day to not further embarrass her."

"Do I have to tell her now?"

"Yes, NOW! You cast the spell; you take the blame. I'm going to get that heavy cream." Glimmer left an abashed Trixie in the hall and headed towards the castle's kitchen. On her way there, she came across Spike sitting at the dining table. As he often did, he was reading his comic books while snacking on gem cupcakes. The princess wasn't the only one putting on weight in the household. Spike's ball of a gut pooled in his lap, threatening to overflow it. He glanced up at Glimmer as she passed by and gave a lackadaisical greeting. "Hello, Starlight."

"Good Afternoon, Spike."

"Have you seen or heard anything about Ember?"

"No, I haven't. Sorry, Spike."

He sighed, shoved an entire cupcake in his maw and went back to reading about superheroes. Since his last encounter with Ember, Spike had been moping around the castle and eating almost nonstop. It saddened Starlight Glimmer, and she wanted to comfort him, but she knew it was best to give him some space while he worked things out on his own. So she continued to the kitchen in the next room to grab the bottle of heavy cream from the fridge.

With the glass bottle of chilled, sloshing liquid hovering around her head, she took a moment to take inventory. She had filled the pantry to the brim just a few days ago, but already their supply was dwindling. She had just enough ingredients to make a massive tray of lasagna for dinner. There was the triple layered chocolate cake with strawberry frosting that she planned to feed to Twilight for dessert. Three big bags of unopened potato chips. One more container of Spike's gem cupcakes. A half-full barrel of the Apple family's apple cider. A box of chocolate-and-peanut-butter fudge. In the ice chest was an untouched gallon tub of strawberry and chocolate ice cream. And on the kitchen counter next to the sink, was a big pink pig-shaped cookie jar. When Glimmer lifted the lid, she noticed half of the assorted cookies she had placed in there yesterday had been eaten. To a typical pony, it would seem there was plenty of food, but Glimmer expected that Twilight and Spike would devour everything by tomorrow night.

Starlight Glimmer would have to dip into the royal coffers again. They had already used up the insurance bits from the tree-library that Lord Tirek had destroyed. It seemed naughty using tax money to keep the princess fat and happy, but the people didn't seem to mind, or if they did they didn't protest vocally. The food was rather cheap and readily available in Equestria, thanks in large part to such lush farmland.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Twilight's furious voice carried down the hallway as Glimmer made her way back to her mentor's sanctum.

Glimmer slipped back into the room with the bottle of heavy cream in tow. Trixie was looking at her shuffling forehooves again. Twilight was trying to lean forward in her chair with much protest from the creaking wooden frame. Her broad belly scrunched up as much as it could, but Twilight's range of movement in comparison to a pony the size of Starlight or Trixie was minuscule. Only now, because they had more than doubled in size, was Twilight able to view part of her expanding tits with wide purple eyes. She reached around her paunch to rub them, but they must have been tender because she whimpered as they jiggled about in her hooves, the milk audibly sloshing around inside.

Twilight could only hold that pose for a few moments before she flopped back against the chair huffing and puffing. Unfortunately, the sudden shift in weight proved too much for the poor chair. One of the legs cracked and splintered apart. The chair fell heavily on one corner. Despite the redistribution of weight, the remaining three legs held for a second, and then they too cracked and splintered apart beneath nearly three hundred pounds of pony. When Twilight's legless seat slammed into the ground, the force caused the backboard to detach from the frame and Twilight was laid flat on her back with the ruined chair beneath her. The impact caused her thick thighs, sizable gut, and huge milk-filled udders to jiggle about like flan for a few seconds. Her globular gut rose and fell rapidly, as the sudden shock left the obese princess gasping for breath.

Hysterical laughter burst from Trixie's mouth.

Ignoring her rude friend, Glimmer set the bottle down on the coffee table and rushed over to help her mentor. "Oh my gosh, Twilight, are you okay?"

Twilight's plump cheeks were rosy. "I'm just peachy..."

Trixie guffawed in the background. Glimmer shot the unicorn a glare that made her look down at her hooves again in guilt-ridden silence.

Twilight sighed. "They just don't make sturdy chairs anymore."

"Sure, it's the craftponyship that's the problem." Trixie giggled.

"Trixie! I SWEAR to Celestia, if you make one more snarky comment, I'm teleporting you to the middle of the ocean! Help me get her up," Glimmer said.

"Sorry..."

They rolled Twilight on her belly and struggled to heave her off the ruins of her chair and onto her hooves.

"Thank you." Twilight allowed, her face still flushed.

"Twilight, considering your, uh predicament, perhaps you should stay in for the rest of the day."

"Yes, that's probably for the best." Twilight popped the cork out of the bottle of heavy cream and levitated the chilled refreshment to her lips. She gulped all the creamy liquid down greedily in one go. It seemed to calm her. She put the empty bottle down next to the pie tin.

“Well then, since I’m stuck with you two, perhaps we could discuss something pertinent.” Twilight waddled over to her massive crystal desk against the wall. Her corpulent rear end bounced and quivered as she went. Still swelling, her sloshing teats swayed and slapped her big hanging pot belly and quivering thighs; she winced slightly every time her milk-filled teats impacted other parts of her body.

A nearby, well-placed window allowed a shaft of sunlight to spread across the desk. Dust motes danced in the illumination, occasionally landing lightly upon towering stacks of old tomes and scattered piles of scrolls. But there was one spot on the desk where the light did not touch, and in that shadow lay the Dragon Lord’s Bloodstone Scepter. It seemed to drink in the darkness like it belonged there. “Let’s talk about our visitor from the Dragon Lands.”

“Why did she leave behind her scepter?” Glimmer inquired as Twilight plopped her heft down upon the cushion placed in front of the low desk. At least they didn’t have to worry about Twilight breaking another chair: there was nothing below the cushion but hard crystal floor. With much less jiggling, Trixie and Glimmer joined Twilight. As Glimmer settled into her seat, she could feel Twilight’s soft hips pressing into her.

“My guess was she forgot it in her haste to get out of Ponyville,” Twilight said.

“Why did she bug out, again?” Trixie asked.

“I’m not quite sure. Ember looked distressed yesterday. I can still see her wild expression, like a cornered animal. I have no idea why she would bite her claw like that. I hope she’s okay.”

“Do you think she’ll even come back?” Glimmer flipped through a nearby tome about magical artifacts.

“She has to. We have her Bloodstone Scepter. That’s when we’ll have our chance to help Ember resolve her issues.” Twilight’s stomach gurgled as the pie and cream churned within. Her purple hoof rubbed her belly as she let out another burp. “I have been doing some heavy research on magical artifacts. Something’s odd about Ember’s scepter. Despite being so powerful, there’s no record of it in any of the books I’ve been able to get my hooves on.”

“That’s unusual, you’ve got the largest collection I’ve ever seen,” Trixie said.

“Yes, perhaps there might be something within the royal archives in Canterlot or the Crystal Empire, but I think it’s a long shot. Throughout history, ponies and dragons have given each other a wide berth, so our information on them has been limited. Most ponies consider entering the Dragon Lands as suicidal. I don’t think anypony has ever been able to get this close to the scepter until now.”

“If we’ve given them such a wide berth, how did you acquire the egg Spike hatched from?” Glimmer asked.

“Celestia only said that it was found abandoned. When I was in the Dragon Lands, Ember let me see a hatchery. The first thing I noticed was that the eggs were twice the size Spike’s had been. It’s possible Spike’s natural mother felt the egg would not hatch. In fact, it might have never hatched if I hadn’t interfered magically.” Twilight winced and momentarily squirmed in her seat. Her teats seemed to be giving her some discomfort. In an attempt at distraction, she kept talking. “I had Maud take a look at the crystal. She told me that she had never come across anything like it before, but she could tell it wasn’t formed naturally. She didn’t stay long. Oddly, I think she was repulsed by the gem.”

“You know that crystal kind of looks like the Alicorn Amulet.” Trixie idly fidgeted with her tail. “The alicorn amulet was inherently evil. Perhaps this Bloodstone Scepter is as well?”

“Mind domination may seem evil to us, but dragon culture is very different from that of ponies’,” Twilight explained.

Suddenly Glimmer didn’t feel comfortable being around the scepter. Her gaze was drawn to the blood-red crystal. The room seemed to warp and twist around it. Suddenly her friends seemed far away and the room, impossibly large. She felt lightheaded. Black smoke swirled inside the stone hypnotically. Something inside was watching her, taking her measure.

“Glimmer,” a voice far away said. “Glimmer!” Again the voice called. Purple hooves grabbed her shoulders, shaking her, and a concerned face floated before her. “GLIMMER!” All of a sudden, Twilight was holding her as Trixie looked on concerned.

Glimmer shook her head, chasing away madness. She suddenly felt exhausted. “Huh?”

“You were trembling, are you okay?” Twilight released her grip on Glimmer.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling tired all of a sudden.”

“Maybe you should go lie down,” Twilight suggested.

“A nap, yes, that’s what I’ll do. Oh! But what about the lasagna for tonight? I have to cook.”

“Trixie shall prepare the lasagna.”

“Can you even cook?” Twilight asked, looking unconvinced.

“Most likely.”

“Most likely?! What does that even mean?”

“How hard could it be? You just throw a bunch of stuff in a pan and set it on fire.”

“After what you did to me, I think you should stay far away from my food.” Twilight looked to Glimmer. “Starlight, we’ve got you covered. Spike and I will cook. Take a nap. We’ll wake you before dinner.”

“Okay, thank you, girls.”

Starlight Glimmer got to her hooves and headed in the direction of her room. She moved as if in a dream as if she wasn’t fully in control of her body. Her hooves felt heavy and awkward. Instead of going directly to her chambers, she soon found herself in the kitchen, staring at the piggie cookie jar. As if possessed, she took the entire jar back to her room with her, munching on the pig’s delicious contents as she went. She fell asleep in her bed with a full belly and an empty pig on her end table.