The Portly Princess

“Hnnggg...I-It’s okay, I got it!” Twilight waved a flabby hoof at the approaching station guard pony to try and divert his attention away. Despite her efforts he approached and gave her a bit of a lopsided stare, as if he didn’t quite believe her words.

“Are you sure Princess? You look a little...wedged.” was all he could manage to say. Twilight pulled herself a little more forward, stopping for a brief moment to answer him.

“Of course! I got it! Why wouldn’t I!?” the Princess of Friendship replied, a little flustered, still trying to pull herself out of the carriage. Ponies around her were starting to stare, most already off the train there was only a couple left behind her.It was just a few looking dismayed trying to get on now, but Twilight's enlarged body was blocking the entrance. With a final spur and kick of her hind legs she pulled herself forward, her rear cheeks ripping their way out of the train as she went crashing straight into the station guard. With a small yelp, the poor stallion was crushed under the Princess’s chunky thighs as she landed right on top of him, completely smothering him in the process.

“See! Easy as pie! Thank you for your offer of help but I got off myself.” Twilight said, grinning and getting up off him, the stallion now slightly flatter than he had been when the day had started. With a slightly jarred reply from all that fat in his face and all over his body, he managed to reply “W-whatever you say Princess.” before returning to his duty of helping ponies with their luggage and getting them onto the now slightly delayed train, all thanks to Twilight. It was going to take him the rest of the day to recover.

The Princess collected herself, it had been a slow ride back from Canterlot, slower than normal. The conductor had only come around once to apologise for the delay, he hadn’t said anything to the Princess. When Twilight had asked why her carriage had a slight lean towards her side, he simply smiled and walked away. A little rude, but she assumed he just didn’t have a satisfactory answer to give a pony of her repute.

Most ponies had left the platform but a few had stayed behind, just...staring. It was rather odd. Twilight was used to attention but this wasn’t the sort of attention she usually got. That was at events where most ponies wanted to meet her, this was stares from a distance that had ponies whispering to each other so she couldn’t hear what they were saying.

No matter, they could stare all they wanted. She had just got home from a long trip and she was rather hungry. She decided a slow walk into town to check out the eateries before heading home was an idea. Flying felt like too much hard work, for some reason.

Walking off the platform and into town just brought more stares, what was everypony staring at? She had put on a bit of weight during her visit, but it wasn’t that much, was it? She observed herself as she walked and decided to try to figure out what had gotten all of their attention. Perhaps she was in denial? Twilight began to ponder, her frame had certainly increased in size but she wasn’t that big...was she? She shrugged it off. Deciding to ignore the stares and close her ears to the whispers as she spotted an eatery to stop at. A small diner that had appeared in Ponyville not long ago. She had heard good things about it.

This time, Twilight had no problem with getting into the double wide doors that opened up to let her in. She stood, waiting at the small booth by the entrance to be seated. A slim filly approached, only taking note at first of the coat colour and cutie mark.

“Princess Twilight! How lovely to...uh, see you!” her voice quavered and stuttered slightly mid-sentence as she took a proper note of Twilight size, trying not to sound rude as the reality of trying to seat the fat Princess in one of their small booths hit her. “Table for uh, one?” she asked.

“Please! I’m famished.” Twilight said, starting to follow the server down the aisle to a table. The route down was a little thin, tables and fixed seating by the window and a long breakfast bar on the other side. A few times Twilight felt her sagging stomach and enlarged rump brushing against the furniture, some ponies had started to protest but stopped upon seeing who had just rubbed their flank by them. From a number of stallions and in fact a few mares, those protests quickly become thoughts of admiration for the large Princess who was squeezing her way by. Twilight's chunky size was certainly a sight to behold, her full massive frame hiding nothing. She wasn’t wearing any clothing to speak of, not that she could fit in much at this point anyway. Most ponies however were in awe of her gigantic flanks, two massive purple orbs with her cutie mark stretched wide across them to try to accommodate their mammoth size. Her fat spilled forward not just from her belly, but her rear was now an incredibly generous size. If Twilight wasn’t so focused she would have heard a few admirable words from ponies jealous of her size, and a few smacks from their partners that they had conveniently forgotten they were dining with.

The filly stopped and pointed Twilight to the end booth, which was larger than the rest - seemingly because whoever built the diner hadn’t accounted for an even spacing of chairs and decided the last booth should just be wider to fit the gap.

Twilight squeezed herself in, butt first. The chair sagged beneath her trying to support her weight, just about being able to take her heft with a lot of creaking. Eventually however the Princess was in...if somewhat wedged. Twilight was just starting to remember how getting off the train had been a struggle when the filly pushed a menu in front of her face asking her to look over it, and she’d be back in a jiffy to take her order.

By this point most of the diner had taken note of the arriving blubber ball of a Princess, the server filly having scuttled back behind the bar to talk to her boss.

“Good call on putting her in the larger end booth. I hope she doesn’t notice.”

“Well I didn’t know where else to put her! I can’t believe that’s Princess Twilight Sparkle! I was hoping to serve her one day but...what happened to her?”

“Looks like she gained a few pounds.” the owner replied idly.

“I think you might be being understating that a little.” the server replied. “Just don’t be surprised if she orders the whole menu.”

“I mean I’m not gonna complain, that’s good business! Now get back and take her order.”

Leaving the bar, the young filly returned to her customer. When she got to the table she tried her best to look as uninterested in Twilight as she could, but it was exceedingly difficult. As Twilight was giving off her order all she could look at was the excessive amount of fat that graced her once slim body. She had seen Twilight around town before and this was like serving a whole different pony. With every word her body quivered, fat jostling in some way as her flabby neck did its best to support an even fatter face that comprised of ballooned cheeks taking up a good portion of it. It was Twilight Sparkle, just much, much fatter than before.

The young filly disappeared with the order. She wasn’t quite right, but Twilight had ordered a number of main meals and side dishes, when she passed this over to the kitchen one pony sarcastically asked if they had gotten a pack of starving ponies in. They hadn’t believed the server when she had told them it was just Princess Twilight. Once the food was cooked and the server returned to place it on the table for Twilight to eat, she had to come with a second server to carry it all.

The plates took up most of the space on the table, Twilight looking over the food with hungry eyes and sparing no time in starting to eat. Already her mouth was full as she managed a “Thank you!” as the server left and took a position back by her boss to watch the gorging that was about to happen.

It took no time at all, Twilight had become a rather impressive eating machine. She cleaned plate after plate in a matter of minutes, her ferocious appetite knowing no bounds as she chomped, chewed and quickly pushed her way through each of the dishes she had ordered. Most of the diner had turned to watch the Princess go at her meals, the mare herself hardly noticing as she focused on her food. In fact she didn’t even notice when the server mare took a seat opposite, having slinked away from her watching position behind the bar and unable to resist getting closer to the massive Princess.

As Twilight slowed down, with only a few plates left she finally went to a somewhat normal eating pace, noticing the pony sitting opposite her. Between mouthfuls she got a few words in.

“Hey! Everything okay?” Twilight asked.

“Yes, um - is your meal okay Princess?”

“Fantastic! Your food is great! I might be back sooner than you think.” Twilight said with enthusiasm, cleaning off another plate of food. In fact it was the last plate, the Princess leaned back in her seat looking very satisfied, a little bit of a dopey post stuffing expression on her face. Her now even more full and bloated stomach pushed forward, the only place it could go was on top of the table as it spread itself to whatever space it could find. A few of the empty plates were not very lucky trying to fight against the tide of fat and were pushed off the other side, landing on the opposite seat with a light thud. Twilight herself feeling as satisfied as she did, gently rubbed her stomach to get the full feel of the meal she had just eaten on her hooves. She had eaten well.

“That’s wonderful to hear-”

“BWWWAAARRRRRPPPPPPPPP!”

The words of the server were cut off as Twilight let forth a massive belch, trying to clear some room out. The poor filly got a face full of gas as she coughed and sputtered, her mane having been blown back somewhat by the force of the belch. It knocked her vision out of focus too and when it returned to normal, she was looking at a slightly red faced Twilight.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! That one just slipped out!” The Princess began with an apologetic tone in her voice. At the same time, she was reaching forward to re-read what was on the menu.

“That’s quite alright Princess…” the filly responded, starting to get up from the table, a bit out of sorts from the ordeal. “Is that everything?”

“Um...could I possibly order seconds? I’d love to try some more of your food.” Twilight said, looking over a few items she hadn’t ordered the first time around. Her eyes looked hungry for more, the server simply taking out her notepad and pen to take her order whilst also trying not to look disappointed. The Princess really had become a total glutton.

Eventually however after seconds and dessert, Twilight decided she was finished. She had sampled nearly the entire menu and ordered a few dishes twice, being too good for her to only want to eat just the once. The mare had taken her time, she was the only one left in the diner.

“Princess Twilight?”

“Hmmm?” Twilight replied as she went for the menu again, only for the young server filly to snatch it from her and tuck it into her ordering pad.

“We’re closing in five minutes.” was all she said.

“Oh um, I see. In that case I’ll come pay.”

Or at least she would have, the mare hadn’t quite taken note of just how much weight she had gained with two generous courses of food and also those fattening desserts. She had squeezed out of the train before, but she was firmly wedged in the booth. She really was stuck, her stomach fat had oozed over the table and made her even more wedged, on top and underneath. Her flank has pushed up and out behind her. In fact not much of the booth itself was actually visible anymore, covered in a large amount of Twilight blubber that had overtaken a huge portion of it. She helplessly wiggled her legs, somehow still touching the floor, but they had no power to actually move her out of the booth.

“Um...got any grease?” the Princess asked meekly.

“Let me check…” the server replied, having to grease a fat Princess out of one of their booths was not how she had imagined ending her day, but here she was, about to cover Princess Twilight Sparkle in grease to get her out of the diner. And boy, did she need a lot of grease.

The server returned with a bottle of grease and with a lot of huffing, puffing and pulling by the server, she gently slid her massive girth out of the booth. Luckily as she made her way up the counter she was still covered in grease, the aisle she had gone down before suddenly seemed much thinner. Every booth she passed a struggle to squeeze her huge body through. Eventually however she made it, paid and again squeezed her way out. The double wide doors were now brushing against her as she left, they hadn’t done that on her way on.

Twilight decided to get home, it was late. Darkness had taken over from day, deciding to head back to the castle. As she walked she noticed any movement was a considerable chore, her heft was now so large that she had to put in real effort to move her bulk. Her belly wasn’t just sagging like before, it was dragging heavily on the floor. Her flanks were much wider, any tight spaces should likely be avoided. It was also hard work, she could feel herself working her flabby hooves just to move one step. The Princess started to think, at least on how she could alleviate the problem of getting about. That could wait until tomorrow however. Right now she focused on getting home and seeing her friends. It would be nice to see some familiar faces after the trip.