The sun rose over Canterlot, and another day dawned. The sun was quite beautiful and radiant, and those onboard the early morning train could see the gentle rays of warmth flood past the city and into the valley below. If one looked closely enough at the castle, they could even see the shimmering figure of Princess Celestia herself as her magic raised the sun.
Urban Wave was lucky enough to be able to see all of this herself, and she gazed upon the capital through the window of the arriving train. Urban sighed deeply, and then sat back to once again read over the letter she had received. It was quite special, after all, to be personally summoned for a meeting with Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. To receive an audience with one was special- but both? Urban could hardly guess at what they could have done to receive such an honour.
The letter didn’t say why Urban had been summoned, it only made mention of her recent graduation- with honours- from the Phillydelphia School of Urban Planning. Urban received the sisters’ letter only days after receiving her diploma, and it was quite a surprise. That it came with a 100 bit advance to pay for transport and a hotel in Canterlot was something pleasantly surprising too.
The letter was even sealed, although strangely both Celestia and Luna had put their own seals on it, leaving the seal a sort of warped parody of what it should be when the two overlapped and smudged each other.
While Urban sat and waited for the train to arrive at the capital, she anxiously looked to her sides and wiggled her hips. When she had sat down here at first she had made sure to count out the number of lines on the fabric her rear took up. The mares thick rear end took up 4- which looked to be about 40 centimetres by her estimation.
A little wider than average, but nothing Urban was too concerned about, and normal for her. Urban’s prime concern was if her size-related curse would rear it’s ugly head again. It was a fear that had been following her ever since she had boarded, and she could hardly imagine what embarrassment her curse could cause in the capital.
Urban sighed in relief to notice her width hadn’t changed, although she did blush slightly when she noticed that her pear-shape was rather obvious with what she was wearing. Tight black pants and a proper dress blouse, and proper business heels, meant she was looking great; and that every curve of her mildly overweight body was well on display.
When the train stopped at the station, Urban took a breath and gathered her resolve. Canterlot was a city with special rules she was well aware of from earlier in her life. Stallions and mares were expected to walk with confidence and poise, and with a gait that expressed happiness with ones body. While Urban might have wished she was a little thinner, if she was going to fit in she would have to do her best to match.
The other aspect of Canterlot that Urban was less accustomed to was the leering. Those born here wore their sexuality on their sleeve, and a good deal of wandering eyes was expected. It meant Urban was immediately being gazed upon by the two guards watching over the train station, and could almost feel their gaze upon her. To one level, it felt good- with a sense of desire- but it also left her flush in the face and like she was on display.
It took all of Urban’s willpower and personal strength to make it to the castle without giving up, and a firmly reddened blush covered her cheeks once she arrived at the gates.
As expected, the guard moved out to block her. The armoured mare was well over a foot taller than Urban, and yet even with her armour her hips were thinner. Her chest was smaller as well, and she almost seemed to loom over the shorter unicorn as she glowered at Urban.
“The castle is closed to public access today, unless you have an audience- and proof of an audience, you’ll have to leave,” The guard mare explained, with a gruff enough voice that it sent a shiver of intimidation down Urban’s spine.
Urban presented her letter with a mild shake to her hand, “My name is Urban Wave, Princess Celestia asked for me,” she explained.
The guard took her letter, and read it over in silence. There was an awkward quiet, and the faint sounds of the city life around her and the castle fountains were anything but comforting in those few moments. Urban soon heard a soft creaking of cloth straining, and bit her lip as her eyes widened. Not now she thought.
The guard adjusted her outfit, and Urban soon realized it had been her that was creaking. Urban was soon handed back her letter, and drew out a relieved sigh.
“This looks legitimate, you may enter. Do not dally, go straight to the throne room. Invited you may be, but that doesn’t give you freedom to wander,” the guard instructed, and her horn glowed brightly as the gates opened.
Urban stepped through quickly, and could almost feel the gate hit her as it closed just moments after. She only sparred a moment to collect herself, and then stepped forward as confident as she could to enter the castle itself. When she entered the door she again heard that subtle noise, and for a moment felt a tightness on her rear that quickly vanished.
The mare deeply hoped she was simply paranoid. The curse that caused her pear-shaped body to swell to distinctly absurd sizes had been dormant, for a time, but in the capital her fears were heightened.
When Urban Wave entered the throne room chambers, she found the door to be open and both Celestia and Luna seated in their thrones. She had not expected to enter so easily, or without introduction, and her nerves played across her face as she looked to the two. With slow and forced steps, and her rigid body language betraying her intimidation by the two ruling monarchs she approached and bowed her head before them.
Celestia and Luna were bickering about something unknown to her, and remained at it even after Urban raised her head again. With her being unnoticed, Urban’s eyes played over the two and she noticed that they were less intimidating in person than she had thought thanks to their body shapes. It put her somewhat at ease, although she remained quiet and unwilling to interrupt, and fidgeted in place.
Both of the mares were heavy in their own ways. Princess Luna’s weight was mostly in the chest and midsection- an apple shape. She carried it well, and was only about as far overweight as Urban herself was. Celestia was far larger, and had a bottom-heavy pattern to her body that was almost an image of Urban given a hundred and fifty more pounds. They both wore beautiful dresses in vibrant silk, purple and gold respectively, and their shimmering manes flowed elegantly behind them.
Eventually the dueling voices silenced, and Urban felt a strange pressure around her as she was dragged up closer. There she stood, and Celestia’s horn glowed for just a few more moments, “I trust you weren’t planning on waiting all afternoon, were you?” she joked.
Urban moved to introduce herself, but was interrupted by Luna, “Well go on now then, I would have your name.”
Urban blinked and sputtered something before she could speak properly, “U-Urban Wave, you asked for me a few days ago.”
Luna nodded, “We did. You are the valedictorian of this years class of…”
The lunar princess trailed off, “… some sort of urban planning school.”
Celestia coughed slightly, “The Phillydelphia School of Urban Planning. I founded it myself, Luna, twenty years ago.”
“We are aware sister,” Luna returned, and Urban glanced between the two, trying to figure out who to keep her eyes on as they continued to argue.
In the end, Urban decided to just stare at the table between them.
“It is the opinion of our sister that Equestria needs… change,” Luna spoke, “I dispute this but…”
Celestia again cleared her throat. “It is my decision that Equestria should be keep with the times- that’s why I founded that school to begin with. You, Ms. Wave, are here to settle a simple dispute.”
A scroll rose from her, and held magically it was deposited into Urban’s hands. “You will travel Equestria on our behalf, and you will determine that I am correct,” Celestia began to explain- and Luna rolled her eyes before speaking over her.
“You, Ms. Wave will determine that we are correct by seeing whether the tried and true planning of the past- or the foolish modern approach- is more…”
Luna paused, and leaned forward slightly, “Are you feeling… well, Ms. Wave?”
Urban Wave blinked, and heard that creaking sound once again. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, and desperately hoped that what was about to happen wouldn’t. Even so, Urban knew it was futile. Her tight blouse continued to creak, and then with a sharp splitting noise her white panties spilled through. Only then did her curse halt, and she was left with a vibrant blush.
Luna continued to stare, and then laughed. With her hand on her chest, she laughed deeply and loudly. Celestia, in turn, simply stared curiously at her with a concerned gaze in her eye.
“My dear sister, you’ve hired us a cursed mare! It’s been an age since I saw such a thing, I’ve forgotten how to cure it myself – I hope you have spare clothing,” Luna mused, and levitated up her tea as she quite enjoyed this display before her.
Celestia kept her eyes on Urban, “Cursed indeed, the signs are obvious to those as… well experienced as us. Such an interesting one as well- is that the only effect?”
Urban nodded rigidly, and shrunk into herself while her eyes turned towards the floor. “M..mostly, sometimes it makes me seem heavier too..”
The mare’s chin was soon bathed in golden magic and tilted up to look to Celestia, and she smiled warmly. “I fear I can’t help you now, but complete this task for us for now and I’ll see to it that some cure is found. Perhaps consider this a reward for your quest, Ms. Wave,” Celestia suggested.
Luna snorted and laughed again, “Dear sister, haggling with the poor thing?”
Celestia scowled at Luna, and Celestia’s horn continued to shine. Urban could feel the seam on her pants repair itself, and squeaked loudly when her butt shrunk back to it’s former size.
“Call it what you will, sister,” Celestia spoke to Luna, and turned back to Urban. “You should be free of your curse for now…”
Another sharp tear filled the room, and Urban felt hot shame come over her again. Celestia tilted a brow at this, “That is quite the curse. I’m surprised I hadn’t heard of this.”
Celestia sat back, and slipped a pastry from the table into her hand. “Go, settle our little… disagreement and return. I don’t generally interfere in the affairs of my subjects, but I can’t let such dark magics go by. I’ll do my own study, but I am quite a busy mare- you should speak to Twilight Sparkle while you are on our quest. If there is a pony in Equestria that can speed this investigation up, it would be her,” Celestia instructed, and there was a clear pride in her voice when she brought up her student.
“First Class,” Celestia soon spoke, and directed her attention to a unicorn that seemed to have appeared from nowhere, with a quill in her magic and a book in her hoof. “Give Ms. Wave a ring of royal credit to cover expenses and… I believe it’s time for lunch.”
Celestia’s stomach soon growled, and she blushed slightly.
Urban nodded as she listened intently to the alicorn, and then sighed with frustration when she almost fell over when she turned to leave. The additional weight, and her curse exaggerating it, was always difficult to contend with.
With her quest ahead of her, Urban Wave was escorted out of the castle hastily by one of the royal guards. The Princesses were, naturally, quite busy and Urban was neither a savior of Equestria nor a noble pony, and she soon found herself back outside the castle gates staring at the fountain, and with quite a few eyes leering at her now even more shapely body.
Urban had a blush painted on her face as she stepped into Canterlot, and decided that it was best to get some food and a good night’s rest before setting off for her first target: Cloudsdale. The city had been almost entirely rebuilt over the last few years according to the very theories Urban had learned at her school. The mare figured between that, and the ancient buildings of the Crystal Empire, she could contrast the two for the Princesses.
Urban yanked up her blouse as she walked along the street, and did her best to look as confident as she could while she idly rubbed the ring of royal credit on her finger. It felt so strange to have even the small amount of faith they had put in her. Urban was aware, of course, her expertise was simply being used to settle an argument- but that sung to her self-confidence. She had something to offer.
The mare’s stomach growled, and directed Urban’s attention to a pastry shop down the block. Urban hesitated, and wondered if she could indulge. Her curse had gone back down, but left her pants stretched and, ironically, too small. If her appetite got away from her there wouldn’t be any going back without hard work.
Urban’s stomach growled again, and her hesitation broke under a cloud of hunger. The mare soon pushed open the door and eagerly stepped up to the counter. Across from it Urban Wave saw something of an image of her future, and her eyes widened.
The mare across from her was bent over and gazing into a baking oven. Her rear end was enormous, easily double what Urban Wave was, and every slight movement made it jiggle. The scale of the yellow-coated Pegasus mares obesity was hard to exaggerate, and Urban glanced between her and the sugared goods. Urban put a hand to her thigh and squeezed it, and left as she had came as the fear of not being able to stop if she started overwhelmed her.
Urban ended up not buying anything sugary that morning, and she sated her hunger with only a salad. Her stomach made its disapproval of her low-calorie meal obvious enough, but if she wanted to keep her body from turning into a bottom-heavy monster it was the only way. Exercise and diet- that could manage her curse, she hoped.
Exercise came in the form of a sightseeing tour of Canterlot- which started with a new blouse. With the middling authority Urban’s ring of credit provided her Urban was able to experience the city the way few could. She went to Celestia’s School and toured the library, and was even able to visit the museum of pony history. By the end of it all her feet had started to hurt, but Urban was filled with energetic enthusiasm throughout the day.
When Urban stepped out of the museum into the evening air, the mare gently gripped her butt. When she felt that it was, as she should have expected, exactly the same size as it had been five hours ago she sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. Inwardly she chastised herself- why would she have thought it would be that easy?
To counter her curse fully Urban knew she’d have to work out twice as hard, every day, and eat only the bare minimum. Even then, all it took was a sudden growth spurt to ruin it. Frustration and dark thoughts clouded her mind, but a sudden screech from the sky surprised her and drew her attention.
It was the Wonderbolts, and the flying team did an elegant pass over the castle. Urban watched in awe, and then remembered her ring. A mischievous grin came to her face and she quickly made her way through the streets to the stadium.
Unfortunately, when Urban arrived she was too occupied with putting on a mask of confidence for the gate pony that she didn’t notice her pants had become tight again. Despite her exercise, her curse had ensured the mare was just as heavy as she was this morning, also despite Celestia’s magical help, and her pear-shaped body once again filled out her clothes.
The gate pony didn’t seem to mind, but he blocked her way as he looked to her with a tilted brow, “Government business?” he questioned, and glanced at her ring.
“Yes…” Urban returned, “I’m uh…” she stammered, and awkwardly shuffled in place as she grasped desperately at some excuse.
The stallion glared daggers at her, and then laughed and stepped out of her way, “You think you’re the first pony to bend the rules like that? Just don’t get in the way of paid guests. Enjoy the show.”
The stallion winked at Urban, and she blushed hotly as she stepped into the turnstile. As the mare went through it she felt it against her thighs and a burning pleasure grew between her thighs. She whimpered quietly from it and then a panic grew inside her. Her lower body becoming hyper-erogenous was always a sign her curse was going to flare up.
Urban swallowed, and prayed to Celestia it would at least wait until the show was over.
Quietly, and with care not to bother anyone, Urban stepped into the stadium past the Unicorn Emergency Services ponies outside. They seemed to recognize her, and she could hear giggling amongst them. Urban just rolled her eyes- it was natural for them to be here incase the Wonderbolts crashed or something, but she never liked the reminder of how often she saw them.
Urban quickly entered Star Bright gallery and slapped a hand to her forehead when she saw how full it was. The only remaining seat was at the bottom row, in the middle. Thanks to her earlier exercise, her legs were trembling and in dire need of a rest. She could feel her oddly large weight baring down on her feet, and soon Urban threw caution the wind and stepped down the steps.
The mare could feel beyond what was normal every jiggle and wobble her heavy bottom made going down the stairs, and could swear she could even feel each and every eye they drew. It was almost like a second sense, and embarrassment and shame grew inside of her.
Thankfully most of the assembled eyes were on the Wonderbolts, and Urban’s soon were too after she shuffled herself in. Thankfully her rear wasn’t big enough to prevent her movement, even if she had felt it brush against someponies nose.
Urban sighed and finally relaxed once she sat down. The sun had set just moments ago, and the Wonderbolts flew back from behind the castle towards them. They were all wearing brilliant lights on their bodies and some sort of spotlight on their heads that made them appear as coloured blurs.
The showcase was absolutely stunning, and for a time Urban’s worries melted away as she watched in rapt amazement at the sky. The Wonderbolts flew around and through the clouds, and left some sort of magical devices in them that lit them up. After a few minutes the act itself became apparent as the different clouds formed Celestia and Luna’s cutiemarks.
Urban giggled, the pandering to royalty was cute. They certainly knew what city they were playing to.
The clouds soon exploded in colourful sparks, and the cloud cheered. Urban did too, but as soon as she raised her hands she felt a sudden cool breeze on her hips just as a warm pleasure radiated throughout her lower body. The mare didn’t even have to look down to know the curse had ruined her pants, but for now Urban tried to put it aside as best she could, and forcibly buried her worries.
Despite that Urban’s worries gnawed at her while the show continued, and all too soon it was over. Urban didn’t wait for the smoke to clear from the sky to get out of her seat, and instead took the distraction of the closing show of Wonderbolt reservists to make her way to the exit. She swung her arms ahead of herself and grunted with the effort it took to get her ass off her seat.
While it looked only like a moderately obese shelf-ass, it weighed at least double what it looked like. Urban had long since gotten used to the effect, and steadied herself with a deep breath before she started up the steps to the exit.
On the way a hot, warm, radiant pleasure spread from her thighs and through her lower body. Urban gasped and knew her curse was working again, and dashed up the stairs as quick as she could while the weight at her rear grew and slowed her down. The mare raced against time, and dove through the doorway.
Urban did not, however, exit the doorway. With a fleshy thump her enormous rear end got stuck in it, and she could only shiver with intense pleasure and writhe in place as her expanding rear sealed her body in place. Once the feeling subsided, Urban’s body relaxed and she slumped down. Her entire upper body was held in place and seemed only to be attached to a strange blob that grew behind her when viewed from the front.
Viewed from behind that blob blocked the doorway and jiggled profusely. Urban could soon feel a warmth as a spotlight was trained on the strange thing blocking the crowds exist, and then she could feel curious ponies poking and prodding her- and soon yelped when one slapped her.
The crowd shoved and pushed, but nothing could be done, and Urban simply resigned herself until she saw her saviours approaching. The very same medics she had seen from earlier approached her from the front, and soon the lead EMT crossed his arms and looked out to her.
“You, Ms. Wave, are a hazard to the public,” he mused. “What did we say about keeping an emergency potion around?” he chided, and gestured to one of his colleagues. “A quart of curse-counter,” he directed before turning his gaze back to Urban.
Urban huffed and crossed her arms, “I can’t just go around with a bottle everywhere!” she whined, “I was meeting the Princesses earlier, how would I explain that?”
The medic rolled his eyes, “As medication. For your condition, put it on a belt or something,” he returned, and reached out to take the offered potion before stepping up to Urban. “It’s not my job to tell you how just that you need to.”
“Open,” he commanded, as if Urban was just a little filly. She hesitated, for a moment, but parted her lips and accepted the potion.
As soon as she started swallowing, a burning but bearable pain came to her rear and it deflated rapidly. Soon Urban returned to her usual size, although her shorts had been destroyed to the degree she was nude from the bottom down. The mare squeaked and covered herself with her hands as best she could, but was soon pulled into an embrace by the medic who wrapped a blanket around her to keep her decent.
Urban watched as pony after pony, even some griffons and zebras, walked past and beheld her with annoyance. Some of their eyes registered some level of understanding, but plenty of them whispered about what a weird stunt that was, or if the mare just had some strange sexual fetish for this. Perhaps she was drunk, or this had been a dare.
At least with the medics arms around her Urban had felt, to a degree, safe. Wrapped in a warm blanket and protected like that there was a sense of security, but it was all too fleeting when the crowd eventually passed and Urban was released.
“Urban,” the medic spoke up, and held Urban’s arm “I don’t mind helping you out like this, I really don’t, but this has to stop. If I catch you in public without your emergency potion again, I’m going to have to get a court order for house arrest until we find a cure. Do you understand me, Urban?”
Urban Wave swallowed, and a heavy wave of anxiety and fear fell over her. Her curse had been an annoyance, a frustration, and to no small degree was starting to ruin her life- but now she was forced to consider how it affected others. She glanced towards the crowd leaving the stadium, and caught a few eyes staring back at her.
Urban just nodded, “I understand…”
The medic sighed, and put his hand on her shoulder before pressing something into her hands. “Here, take this bottle. Keep it. If you run out, this stuff is pretty easy to make- any alchemist worth their degree can do it. Just make sure you have it on you, I don’t care how. Buy a… really stretchy belt or something.”
Urban giggled mirthfully, “I’m not much for belts,” she returned, “Can you drop me off at a hotel?”
Urban Wave slumped against her hotel room door as soon as it shut, and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. She soon released a deep sigh as a days with of built up tension dissolved. The stress remained, but she was just too exhausted to care at this point. In her arms she held her bottle of potion like it was a child.
The room Urban had was comfortable enough for a single person. She had a bed large enough for a mare of Celestia’s size to sleep comfortably, and a moderately usable television. An open window let in the moonlight, and the flickering night lights of Canterlot filled the horizon.
With her assignment, Urban Wave had a way to prove herself to the Princesses themselves, and perhaps get a nice cushy job in the Canterlot Urban Development Committee. Yet even as she had this blessing, she still had her curse, which threatened to derail it.
Urban slapped her hands down to her hips and squeezed the thick fat between her fingers. Even now, after being given a temporary reprieve, she was still fairly bottom heavy. Every time she lost a little weight, as soon as her curse kicked in it was all for naught: she always returned to this size.
Eventually Urban felt a deep rumbling grown of hunger come from her stomach, and with a huffing groan rose herself to stand. She was just about to open the door to get food before she realized that the crown was paying for her lodging expenses. Ergo, she could bend the rules and pay for room service with her ring.
A coy grin came to Urban’s face, and she pivoted away before dropping herself backwards into bed and putting her hand to the bedside telephone, and soon put it to her ear, and left the potion on the table.
“Good evening…” a cheery voice on the other end spoke.
Urban didn’t even wait for them to finish speaking, “I want a cake. A chocolate cake, a whole chocolate cake…” she spoke simply.
There was only a brief pause before an equally cheery “Okay!” sounded through the line, and informed Urban that it would be thirty bits. Urban giggled before she hung up- the Princesses wouldn’t mind, surely.
Urban Wave lounged in bed as she waited, and had almost forgotten about the whole thing and fallen asleep before the door opened and a bellhop pushed a cart inside. Urban languidly watched as it was pushed in, and swallowed nervously as she saw just how large the cake she had ordered was. Three tiers, each looking plenty heavy. It must have been five pounds of cake.
The bellhop turned to her, and Urban felt his eyes upon her body. A blush came to her face, and moments later the bed creaked when her curse forced her rear-end to enlarge. Awkwardly, this pushed her legs up and apart, and rose up her lower body.
“Oh you must be… the same mare from that Wonderbolt’s event this evening,” The bellhop returned.
Immediately all sense of attraction faded from his face, replaced by a sense of revulsion and disgust. “Well uhh.. enjoy your cake, I guess. There’s containers for leftovers in your fridge.”
Urban’s upper lip trembled, and the bed creaked again. Once the stallion had left her alone she felt tears well up in her eyes. Urban looked to the potion at the side of the bed, but soon an angry fire burned inside her.
The curse had ruined her. Every time things looked up, her curse dragged her back down with the weight of her own body. It was happening right now, Urban could feel her butt expanding and edging towards the side of the bed. The exaggerated weight of it was even making it creak and bend.
Urban turned to the the cake, and looked upon it like a predator eying it’s prey.
If Urban couldn’t lose weight, and the curse was going to rear it’s ugly head at any given time- then there was no reason to hold back. So with what strength she could manage Urban rose herself into a sitting position and wiggled forward on the bed until her legs hung off it and the cake was at hand. Urban took a breath, and then slapped her face right into it.
If Urban was destined to be a pig, disgusting every available mare that saw her and getting stuck in doors thanks to her own body, then she could damn well at least enjoy eating like one.
Urban’s butt stuck out behind her and wobbled like jello while she greedily sucked down cake, and tears flowed down into the chocolate mess. Dark thoughts filled her mind of how doomed she was to forever be a sexually unapproachable, cursed, overweight mare that went through pants by the day. Slowly but surely, the thoughts were replaced by the cathartic feeling of consumption.
Sugar and chocolate soothed the pain away, and when Urban had finished the first tier of the cake she took a break and released a loud belch before wiping chocolate off her face. When she sat back, Urban noticed her middle had swollen just a bit, and filled out her lap more than usual. Curiously, she felt it with her hand.
The cake beckoned her, and a greedy fire swelled in size inside her mind. Only a fat pig of a mare could possibly be greedy enough to eat the whole thing. Urban’s other hand slapped to her side, and she pinched the fat of her thick thigh in her hand.
A thought grew in her mind: She was a fat pig of a mare, so she might as well at least enjoy herself like one.
Soon enough Urban slapped her face back into the cake and snuffled through it, vacuuming up cake into her mouth and pumping the thick chocolate mass into her growing stomach. Slowly but surely the cake started to shrink, and Urban coated her entire front body with chocolate as her stomach grew to contain it. Minutes after she started a low grumbling began to sound from her stomach, but Urban was too lost in the euphoria of unrestrained gluttony to care.
Urban only became away of the sheer amount she had put away when her ten-minute long gorging session had come to a head, and she found herself simply licking the bottom of the silver tray. Urban blinked, and then felt a hot pain in her middle before she hiccupped and, again, belched. It was a low almost bubbling sound that came out of her before she groaned and fell backwards onto the bed.
Full was an understatement. Urban was stuffed, bloated beyond anything she’d experienced before, and her stomach was filled with an intense feeling of overstretched pain. It grumbled and growled, and slowly digested the absurd amount of calories.
Urban sighed, and slapped her chocolate covered hands to it to rub herself. If this was really the life of a fat mare, it was more exhausting than she had thought it would be. While she rubbed her gut to soothe it, an intense sleepiness fell over her and Urban yawned deeply before she closed her eyes.
As much as her stomach hurt, there was still a certain sense of pleasure to being so full, and the euphoria of consumption hadn’t quite worn off. So she fell asleep with a half-smile on her face, and her body bubbled away turning it to mass on her body. Doubtlessly, it was going to go to her hips before anything else.
The warmth and brightness of the morning sun streamed in through the blinds, and Urban Wave awoke when it cast its blinding light upon her face. With a soft yawn, she stretched out her limbs and fluttered open her eyes only to belch loudly, and then blinked in surprise before her stomach made a growling rumble of sore indigestion.
Urban sighed, and stared at the silver platter on the nightstand. She thought to last night, and gorging herself on an entire cake. Regret started to fill her mind, and she stirred in bed. Urban groaned as she shifted herself and laid on her back. The mare looked down at herself, and blushed softly as she saw the swell of her belly under the covers. It wasn’t usual for her to have so much weight on her middle, but there it was. It created a mountain in the sheets, obscuring her lower body for now.
Urban gently rolled the covers up along herself, and exposed her overweight body to her eyes. Her blush grew on herself as she watched it all come into view, and then gave a gentle poke towards her tubby belly. It wobbled openly, and it became clear where most of that cake had gone.
Urban idly pondered if, perhaps, her curse had allowed her body to digest more quickly than most could- there seemed to be a lot more of her than was otherwise reasonable. She only ate one cake, after all, but regardless of the cause she was how she was. At least, Urban thought, it would be easier to balance with the weight in her middle.
A gentle warmth grew on Urban’s lower body just as she moved to start getting out of bed, and her eyes widened as the usual panic filled her. When she tried to move the bed creaked and groaned, and the soreness of her stomach made it hard to gather the strength to get out of bed.
Slowly but surely, Urban watched with her ears folded back as the size of her belly shrank, and her joy at- at the very least- being overweight in a different area faded away. She could feel her ass expanding, growing as it greedily consumed the fat added to her middle, and the bed under her starting to bend and creak while her curse exaggerated the mass of her.
Urban closed her eyes, and desperately wished for it to go away. Her wish fell on deaf ears however, and with a loud snapping sound and then a meaty slap the bed broke and Urban flopped onto the floor, laying between the two broken halves while the immense weight of her wide rear pinned her to the floor. Even with her eyes closed she could tell how big it was- she could feel the carpet on either side of the bed.
Keeping her eyes still closed, Urban reached out with magic for her potion, and chugged it as quickly as she could. With a deep sigh afterwards, she wondered just how much breaking this bed was going to cost the crown. When her eyes blinked open, she blushed and bit her lip- she was going to break a lot of beds before her journey across Equestria was over if this kdept up.
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With the end of summer came the end of Urban Wave’s long journey. Her return to Canterlot came just as the summer heat ended and the cool breeze of fall swept across Equestria. When she returned to the city, she stepped across the bridge with a tired smile on her face and bloated saddlebags weighing down on her back. They were stuffed with papers nearly to bursting, and all these were the result of her long journey across Equestria.
It had taken months, but Urban had accomplished a great deal. She had explored every major urban area, spoken with the development councils and the mayors, and in her bags was a more detailed analysis of it than- she hoped- the Princesses could have ever dreamed of.
It had taken its toll on the mare however, and her tired expression was just the start. Days and even weeks of eating cheap and high-fat meals had expanded Urban’s figure, giving her a potent gut that hung down under her and swung with every step, and softening up her chest and limbs as well. Her rear end, never a slouch when it came to size, was plain as day even when her curse was resting. It sprouted out behind her, making an even line with the top of her head and forcing her hind legs to spread out slightly.
To Urban’s great relief, it had been for quite some time. The closer Urban had gotten to her deadline, the more it had seemed to give her space to work. Perhaps its sadism had limits and it wasn’t going to ruin this opportunity, perhaps it was simply that Urban had been so focused on her work it was possible she wouldn’t even notice.
With the sun half way down the horizon, Urban made her way towards the Canterlot Castle Hotel. She was able to easily sign herself into a room, and finally relax for the day. With a heavy sigh, Urban sat upon the bed and slowly let herself fall backwards and spread out on the bed. It creaked under her, but Urban was too tired to care and, soon enough, a deep sleep took her.
Urban’s well-earned slumber seemed to end in an instant, but when the sound of knocks at the door woke her up the rays of morning sun pouring in warmth through the window shattered that concept. Despite her lingering exhaustion, Urban sat herself up and looked to the door.
“Hello?” Urban questioned.
The door soon opened, with the lock being worked magically a mare soon enough standing in the doorway. She wore the armour of a royal guard, and it fit her thin body well enough it almost seemed to have been molded around her. She was a unicorn, and had a neutral expression on her face while she set her eyes on urban.
“My name is Lonesome Vigil, I’ve been sent to ask you when you’ll be delivering your report to the Princesses- and it’s just my luck you’re already in Canterlot, so I can’t imagine it will be in too long,” she explained, and then stepped into the room and noted Urban’s discarded bags on the floor.
“Or do you need some time to collect your... notes?” Vigil questioned.
Urban meanwhile was half surprised, and half annoyed. It was leagues of impolite to barge into someones room like this, but the nature of her visitor soothed her worries. It was perhaps only natural that after all these months the crown had begun to wonder what Urban was doing with their money, and so she met her guest with the best smile as she could. Looking to her, and her brass-armoured self, Urban felt moderately intimidated.
“I, well...” Urban started, and swallowed before sitting on the side of the bed more properly. “I’ll need at least a week to put it all together. There’s a lot of... work to do...”
Vigil’s expression remained neutral. “I suppose one more week living on the Crowns dime isn’t too much to ask, but you have certainly created a few... surprises, haven’t you? You’re lucky Celestia is so forgiving, I would have sent someone to collect you months ago.”
Urban swallowed again, and her nerves started to play against her mind. Worries that had been suppressed by her focus on work started to well up again, and she looked over to her papers.
What if her report was unsatisfactory, or the princesses were upset by her expenses? Urban hadn’t thought much of it, but she had naturally booked the best rooms and had plenty of fine meals when she could- even if the bulk of her eating had been fast food.
“Surprises?” Urban questioned.
“Yes. I was told about your curse, but I wasn’t expecting to find out how much its cost in broken chairs...” Vigil noted, and Urban squeaked quietly before the bed creaked under her.
Vigil looked to Urban, and tilted a brow, “That’s it, isn’t it?” She remarked, and shrugged softly before turning to the door. “Don’t worry about it, it’s hardly your fault right?” Vigil noted with a glance back, and then proceeded out into the hall.
Urban sighed and relaxed in place. Her horn soon glowed and pulled over the potion from the night stand, and she drained the mint-tasting alchemical mix quickly. Constrained by the potion her hips wouldn’t get much bigger, but upon a casual gaze downwards Urban noticed they had already expanded by a few inches, and according to the slope of the bed had gained far more mass than that.
Urban knew that even so she’d have to get up. Remaining confined to her room with her work would hardly benefit her figure, and she was just throwing on a sweater to chase off the cool Canterlot air when the door creaked open and Vigil stuck her head back in. The faint hints of a blush covered it, and she looked to Urban.
“Would you care to have tea with me?” Vigil offered.
Urban blinked in surprise, and a strange feeling swept into her while she was under the gaze of the larger mare. A sense of safety pervaded her, and Urban wondered if it was due to the mare being a guard- and certainly having the well built body of one- or something else.
Regardless, she soon spoke a single word and met Vigil at the door, “Yes.”
When the two mares sat down for tea a few minutes later, Urban couldn’t help but fidget awkwardly in her seat. The exaggerated mass of her rear end caused by her curse left her seat creaking slightly while her butt swelled slightly off the sides, and she glanced aside now and then to see if anyone saw.
Thankfully for Urban the day was already in full swing for most of Canterlot. Ponies went about their business, and the constant white noise of city life filled the air while a breeze blowing through the city accompanied it. Leaves fluttered along the ground, and the cafe Urban found herself at was on a picturesque corner with the castle viewable in the distance while nearer buildings provided shade.
Vigil spoke once they had ordered tea, and she met Urban with a charming smile. Across from her, even sitting, Vigil’s larger frame was apparent and filled Urban with a confusing sense of partial intimidation, but also a strong sense of safety.
“So, Urban... what is it exactly you do for the Princesses? Most of their advisors have more gray hairs than sense. I’ve never seen anyone younger than fifty working for them,” she questioned, and sipped from her tea once finishing.
Urban hesitated, and glanced between Vigil and her cup before responding.
“I.. I guess they don’t have many urban planners? They did mention that they wanted someone with recent schooling. Celestia thinks Luna’s thoughts are...”
Vigil leaned forward, “Outmoded? Ancient? Backwards and hyper-traditional?” She offered, and giggled before sipping from her tea. “The princesses are known to have their arguments...”
Urban blinked, and tilted her head slightly. She hadn’t expected such words from a guard, but she was left smiling slightly as the humour easily relaxed her mind.
“I guess they do...” Urban returned, and shifted again in her seat.
The seat creaked below her, and she blushed softly before she felt Vigil’s hoof against her own, and then glanced up to meet her eye.
“Don’t worry honey, you shouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself,” Vigil spoke, and her words soothed Urban’s worries more than any potion ever could.
Vigil held Urban’s hoof for another few moments, and then released it before she sipped from her tea again. Her magic held the cup in a manner that almost seemed ‘refined’, with a gentle but steady slight sway in the air. Urban of course had to drink hers by hoof, and almost felt out of place drinking it in such a ‘primitive’ fashion.
“Soo.. what’s it like being a guard?” Urban questioned, and set her eyes on Vigil.
Slowly but surely, Urban’s innate shyness started to dissolve and she was able to meet Vigil’s always confident gaze. The smile she had was charming and disarming, but Urban’s mind held lingering self doubt- and the creaking of her chair hardly helped her steady her nerves.
“Boring, most of the time. As my brother says- we’re either bored because nothing is happening, or running with our tails between our legs because too much is happening,” she explained, “Try as we might we can’t do much about the sort of stuff Twilight Sparkle and such save the world from.”
With a gentle sigh, Vigil leaned back, and sipped her tea, “I wouldn’t quit for the world though. You see how peaceful Canterlot is? How safe? We did that.”
The cup of tea Vigil was drinking from was soon empty, and she set it down before meeting Urban’s eyes with a grin, “Would you like to come with me for my walk outside the town walls? A nice hike would do that rear of yours some good,” Vigil offered, and Urban blinked from the accusation lingering in those words that was so forwardly phrased.
Vigil rolled her eyes, “Urban you’ve been glancing at your rear all morning. Cursed or not, a hike might at least soothe your nerves. You’re looking at yourself like you’re an alien,” Vigil noted.
Urban sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment. Vigil was right, of course, but a lingering frustration at being insulted whispered in her mind, but it did do well to break through to her in a way. This was her body, and curse or no she was stuck with it.
As if the curse itself had noticed it was being thought about, Urban’s chair began to creak louder as a formidable weight grew upon it. Urban’s large rear slowly bulged around the edges, and the chair bent outwards while it slowly was squished under her increasingly overbearing mass. Urban blinked, and just sighed with displeasure while she could only blush and watch
while she lowered, and Vigil watched bemusedly as Urban eventually made her way to the ground. Vigil soon giggled, and slipped out of her seat before standing close to Urban.
Vigil soon put a hoof to Urban’s chin, and directed her gaze from the pavement to her eyes. With a gentle smile, she looked into Urban’s eyes with neither judgement nor disgust. Urban immediately felt a sense of soothing calm wash over her, and the blush on her face grew slightly.
“You really must stop being so hard on yourself when this happens. It’s not like you’ve eaten yourself into being this heavy, right? Or been lazy....”
Vigil glanced at Urban’s not-quite in shape body.
“...maybe a little lazy, but my point is you’re not the sort of mare my brother chases after, so you hardly have reason to be down on yourself. Now, you carry a neutralizing potion right?”
Vigil’s magic soon poked through Urban’s saddlebags, and the mare blushed profusely upon feeling a few personal artifacts in there. Regardless, she found the potion soon enough, and distracted from that embarrassment and the social boundaries she had accidentally broken trying to help by popping the cap and stuffing it into Urban’s mouth. Urban drank from it readily, and the strange simmering pleasure her rear normally felt when her curse made itself known was replaced instead by a bitter warm pain.
Urban glanced away even so, “It’s hard, okay? Everyone... looks at me, and judges me, and all they see is a fat mare who’s got it all in the butt and nothing anywhere else- you know, too much of a freak to even be a sexy fat mare,” Urban whined, and a tear welled up in her eye while emotions streamed through her mind. “Who would ever want me?”
“I’ll just be stuck in a magical asylum somewhere filling up a whole wing with my own butt!” Urban soon cried out, and the rambling statement was bookended by her crying into her hooves.
“Well I don’t see a fat mare. I see a smart little... whatever your job is. Come on now, if you’ve gotten the attention of the princesses you must be someone pretty special, right?” Vigil spoke, a soft whisper in her ear that at once dissolved her hard feelings.
Vigil took Urban’s hooves, and gently levered her forward to stand on all fours. Soon she put an arm around her shoulder, and gestured with her chin down the street. “To the gates, Urban, we don’t have to say a word- and the walk will do you some good.”
Urban wobbled on her hooves, still having to deal with the weight of her rear even as her potion shrunk it down to a more reasonable ‘curvy’ size, and glanced away from Vigil while her ears pinned back, “I don’t think I’d make a very good jogging partner...” Urban whined, and noticed her own rear-end in her peripheral vision, causing her to blush slightly.
“That’s exactly why you’d be perfect,” Vigil returned, and her soothing voice guided Urban to turn her eyes towards her, with a gentle smile, Urban soon followed along.
The patrol outside of the castle grounds took hours, and lasted until mid-evening. The walk took Urban outside of Canterlot, and along a well-used dirt road while Vigil led, and her pretty voice kept Urban floating on a cloud of comfort behind her as they went on. She explained the purpose of her patrol, and guided Urban’s eyes to a few sightseeing spots. When the sun started to turn down, the pair had circled the city almost entirely, and came to the edge of a cliff facing the Equestrian valley. It was only when the pair stopped, and gazed towards the distant settlements and forests, that Urban suddenly realized just how sore her poor legs were.
With a loud huff, Urban flopped down on the grass and whined loudly. Urban let her limbs go limp and felt a soreness cover her entire body, and Vigil just glanced back with a giggle as she stood looking to the valley, “
“Well, you’re lucky I planned ahead. I always have my dinners here,” Vigil noted, and her magic opened up her saddlebags.
Within moments, Vigil had a picnic spread on the blanket, and pulled the limp-noodle of Urban Wave towards her with her magic. “You really are out of shape,” Vigil noted with a giggle, and rolled an apple towards Urban.
Urban caught it in her mouth, and huffed quietly as she ate a meal appropriate to a horse, as did Vigil. Too sore to really contend with the comment Vigil focused more on dealing with the evenings hunger than anything, and only spoke a few minutes later when she had the strength to pull herself up to sit. Vigil poured her some tea, and sat across from her.
“If we did this every day, Urban, I’m sure your butt would be smaller curse or not,” Vigil mused, and winked at Urban.
Urban sighed, “I wish it was that easy, I’ve tried dieting and working out, it doesn’t seem to help- but I feel so guilty if I stop dieting anyway.”
“Is that so?” Vigil questioned, and poked through her bags for a moment, “Then you wouldn’t mind a cupcake, would you? If dieting doesn’t help the curse... then there’s no reason to not treat yourself now and then- as long as you exercise too.”
The cupcake was soon levitated towards Urban, and Vigil playfully stuffed it into her mouth frosting first. Urban blinked and coughed, pulling it out and glaring at her with a blushing expression of surprised insult. Vigil simply giggled, “Enjoy your cupcake, Urban,” she spoke, and winked at the mare across from her.
Their little picnic date lasted until the sun had gone down, and thankfully for Urban’s sore limbs getting back to her hotel room was far easier than getting up that hill. Once she arrived, Urban flopped herself into bed and took a well deserved rest. The mare was so tired that she didn’t even notice her own rear slowly growing while she slept, and stirred now and then in bed while her weighty rear caused the bed to creek and groan under its exaggerated weight.
When Urban did awaken, and blinked her eyes open when the harsh glare of the morning sun came across them, she groaned with soreness across her body. Trying to move she soon found that the weight of her own rear anchored her to bed, and she sighed before reaching into her nightstand for a potion.
A flicker of embarrassment and distaste for her body buzzed in the back of Urban’s mind, but to her surprise the words of Vigil herself soon whispered against them, as if a base applied to an acid to neutralize it. It brought a soothing sense of security to Urban’s mind, and she drank her potion without the usual self-hate it brought on before wiggling her legs off the bed and yawning in the face of the sun.
Regardless of the dreamy thoughts stirring in Urban’s mind, and the reflections of yesterday in her psyche, she had work to do. So with a simple call to room service for breakfast, and then sitting herself at her desk, Urban set herself to it.
Working on the final report to the Princesses of Equestrian was an arduous process, and during that week Urban took to relying on Vigil for help. She ferried books from the castle libraries, leaving Urban to spend her time on her work and research, and Urban’s fears were greatly soothed by the complete lack of judgement from Vigil. Even when she arrived on the third day, and Urban’s butt had grown in her chair unknowingly to the point it had consumed it entirely with a bean-bag chair of mare fat she had only giggled and given it a slight poke.
For Urban, it was absolutely heaven to know somebody that didn’t judge her, and every day the mares spoke more together, and Urban learned a little bit more about the mare that was taking her heart. She was the daughter of a father born into new money, and a mother that was a model decades ago. She had signed up for the guard not long after her brought, who Vigil didn’t seem altogether inclined to talk much about.
Every morning Urban awoke and looked forward to seeing her, and thoughts of their next meeting always made it hard to work. Even so, the work got done, and as promised one week after Vigil arrived, Urban had assembled an epic of urban planning.
Papers and books were scattered around Urban’s room by then, with sticky notes, graphs, and other data covering almost all he usable space. Upon her desk, her magnum opus, basked in the morning glow and seemed almost to shimmer in it. Three hundred pages of well- researched work, it made Urban proud to look at it- and equally fearful.
After all the work Urban put in, she was sure her report could go over one of two ways. Either it was the single greatest report in urban planning the Princesses had ever seen, and a roadmap to the future; or it was an academic travesty fit only for burning. Fear welled up in Urban’s mind, and she had stayed in her room until well past noon fretting over her worries, sitting on her bed and desperately seeking for any mistakes she might have made.
A gentle knock on the door stirred Urban from her internal musings, and soon the door opened. Vigil stepped inside, and glanced around with a look of slight concern, “Urban, I expected to find you at the castle already. Is something wrong?”
Urban swallowed, and fidgeted in place. Every movement caused her rear to wobble, and the after-effects of her curse from earlier still lingered, making it larger than usual. That didn’t help her nerves, and she turned to Vigil with a look of desperate anxiety.
“What if they don’t like it?” Urban questioned. “They’ll fire me...”
Vigil took a soft breath, and then stepped up to Urban. In a surprise movement she reached out and kissed her forehead, and then gently reached out to brush her mane. It was all immediately soothing, and Vigil leaned into Urban’s ear to whisper quietly, “If they don’t like it, I’ll resign.”
Urban sighed softly, and melted in place as all her fears and anxieties washed off her. Vigil soon stepped away, and took up Urban’s work in her magic, “Come on now, Urban, you have some princesses to impress.”
It wasn’t long before Urban found herself standing once again in the Canterlot Castle throne room, or at least it certainly felt like the time between her hotel room and there had been an
instant. Time certainly seemed to work strangely when one had nerves and was about to do the most important presentation of their entire life. With Vigil at the door, Urban stood in the sunlight of the castle windows while Luna and Celestia looked down at her, their faces mostly neutral, although Celestia wore her usual motherly smile.
“We had begun to think you might have stood us up. You cost the crown quite an amount in your... travels,” Luna started. “A drop in the bucket of government expense, to be sure, but I hope you hadn’t taken advantage of our generosity” Luna spoke, and scowled slightly at Urban.
Celestia’s voice soon echoed through the chamber, fighting off the fear that Luna’s instilled in Urban’s mind, “Oh sun above Luna, we can afford to pay for a few broken beds here and there. That wine you insist on importing from Prance costs easily twice as much,” Celestia chided, and soon set her eyes to Urban, “Please, begin.”
Urban took a deep breath, and then levitated her report in the air. Casting the pages of it onto the wall to present, she went into a rehearsed and well-detailed analysis of Equestrian urban planning. Now and then she glanced towards Vigil when she felt herself get intimidated by the princesses, and her smiling face gave her the strength to continue.
It was only a few dozen minutes in however, with the rapt attention of the Princesses while Urban explained how their methods of urban planning were both faulty in reality, that Urban’s curse started to well up. It was a given that it would happen at some point when she was in the castle that day, but Urban had hoped desperately it would be after her presentation- or at least towards the end of it. Instead, Urban was forced to contend with it, doing her best to ignore it while she spoke with increasingly stammering words towards the Princesses.
Slowly but surely, Urban’s rear started to grow. At first it was more weight than anything, just causing Urban to stumble slightly as she walked on the floor, but soon enough the size of itself became more significant. Urban made up her mind regardless that she wouldn’t stop, and steeled herself towards continuing no matter how big her rear got.
When the first half hour ended, Urban’s rear had grown enough to stand out behind her entire body, and wobble with each movement as it stood above and behind her, and almost consumed her rear legs with its fat mass. Even so, despite the bemusement of Luna or the grimace of Celestia, the pride in Vigil’s eyes allowed Urban to keep herself on track, continuing to speak of her presentation and slowly working through it.
Not long after it became too heavy for Urban to move herself, Urban’s rear became large enough to force her to sit down on a growing bean-bag of mare butt. She kept her eyes on her presentation however, and glanced towards Vigil when she needed moral support. Eventually, after a full hour had passed and Urban was seated upon her own throne, a mass of ass that easily tripled the size of a normal mare and lifted her up in the air, Urban completed her speech.
Once done, Urban’s face turned to fear as she waited for the Princesses response, and she looked back at Vigil, who in turn looked back at Urban with pride that she had accomplished her presentation.
There was silence in the room, and then a loud snap as Urban’s skirt finally gave up and burst off her expanded rear. Luna giggled, and glanced at her sister, “We really should have given her the amulet first,” Luna mused, and looked towards Urban.
“We are pleased,” Luna started, and paused to let the words linger and Urban’s expression to lighten up. “In fact, I think it would be wise to hire you permanently, and find a place in the government for you. I am not sure yet how much of your ideas are suitable for implementation, but you’ve proven to my mind that your place is in the army of ponies advising us.”
Celestia nodded, and looked to Urban with a smile, “I agree. Perhaps you’ll find your place, and I’ll one day greet you as the Head of Urban Development. For now... I think a job placement in the municipal affairs department will do,” Celestia noted, and then leaned back and levitated out a gleaming golden necklace from behind her throne.
“It took some work, but we were able to create a curse-blocking amulet. So long as you wear it, you’ll be protected- but it draws on your own unicorn magic, and I’m not sure what long term effects that might have. So only wear it when you have true need of it.” Celestia explained, and soon draped it over Urban’s head, and laid it upon her. “I’m afraid we have no permanent solution, at least not yet, but perhaps in a few years time- I hope you do understand, this sort of thing can take great minds decades to unravel."
Urban began to rapidly deflate, and squeaked in surprise as she lowered towards the ground. With a happy whinnie of liberation, she soon sighed and found that Vigil had stepped up to meet her, and she leaned against her with a happy sigh. “Thank you, your Highness,” Urban spoke, and a happy little tear splashed on the stone.
Celestia looked to Urban with a gentle smile, “I hardly did a thing, you did all the work. Go with pride, Urban Wave, and take Vigil with you. I know the look of love when I see it,” Celestia teased, and winked at the two.
All Urban could do was blush, and Vigil gently led her away. “Looks like we’re going to work in the same building...” She whispered into her ear.
Urban couldn’t be happier.
