Upper Crust

Another box had been delivered. Twilight had started to lose count of how many she had gone through now. The service from Upper Crust was better than magic, she sent a letter and as if by magic just a few days later a new batch of goodies would arrive. In fact she was starting to build up a small, pre-written batch so that she could get them in the post in series to ensure she would never run out of snacks.

The current box she had open that had arrived just this morning was still half full. Twilight had regrettably still not managed to share any of the baking with her friends. It had been her initial plan. But every time a new box arrived, she just couldn’t resist taking a peek inside to see what it contained. Before long, she was eating it all herself.

She hadn’t left the castle in a week. Not that she really could, she knew that eating a lot of confectionery could have dire effects on your body (being more than familiar with Pinkie’s super sugary baking) but this was something else.

Her body had for lack of a better word, ballooned. Twilight had gone from a rather slender Princess to an extremely chunky, no, obese mare.

It was most noticeable to her, when she went to get more treats out the box. Mainly because she had given up reaching in with her now extremely chubby and chunky forearms to pick the baked goods out, but instead was now onto the stage that most magic users automatically fell back on when they were too big to do anything due to encroaching immobility. She was levitating the food out the box straight to her maw.

As Twilight chewed on another cookie, she mused on the fact that there was some advantage to her new size. She was currently reading a book (Magical Anomalies, Volume Three) and whilst she’d normally hold it in her hooves (out of the question now) or place it magically in front of her via levitation (also impossible, as she was using this to feed herself) she had found that her expanded stomach, forming a nice set of rolls in front of her face, was the perfect place to nestle the book and read from its pages. All she had to do was flip the page, which she could do for a second with her magic before carrying on.

Her hooves now somewhat sat idle at her side. As the morning had gone on, Twilight had found that the bottom of them had less surface contact with the floor as her bulky belly had risen up with her expanding weight. It was forming an extremely soft, extremely large bed beneath her. The Princess dared not try to get into her actual bed from this point on. Last night whenever she moved it had done nothing but creak. She had even heard a crack at one point as one of the wooden slats underneath had finally given up the struggle against the mass bearing down on it. She made a mental note to ask Spike to just drop an extra large blanket to her door so at night she could cover herself, although she wasn’t completely sure it was needed. Her body was now lovely and warm all the time, her fat folds seemingly keeping in the warmth for her.

Another cookie vanished between her lips. She was already preparing the next letter whilst reading her book. Thoughts of what to ask for next occupied her mind. Perhaps she could ask for three boxes this time? It seemed whatever she requested, was sent. Why wouldn’t it? She was paying after all. She also doubted that due to her status, the bakery would stop sending them.

It was a little warm though, Twilight had underestimated somewhat just how hot she was due to her size. Her eyes idly moved downwards as a small bead of sweat rolled along her three chins and vanished somewhere in a lower fold. She took a moment to stop eating and used her magic between treats to open a window. A breeze rolled into the room.

Her body cooled. Generally, she’d be able to tell more easily as her tail would somewhat swish about in the breeze but there was no chance of that now. She could feel it firmly wedged between her large blubbery rear. A quick glance back confirmed it had ridden up a couple of foot above her back, blorpy boulders of cheeks wobbling behind her. The mare wasn’t moving, but they still bounced somewhat. She went back to a snack, not really concerned about her size or the fact that her ass was slowly devouring her tail. She was only really interested in what the next baked good would taste like. Every one of them was as wonderful as the last, but in a different way. She would savour each one for a moment, before gobbling it down and then moving to the next.

Her magic searched for another one to pick up, only finding a final tart at the bottom of the box. She had eaten the entire thing in half a morning already? Oh dear. That was a new record for consumption for her. Usually a box was lasting a day. She’d have to substitute her eating for something else until the next box arrived tomorrow morning.

“Spike!?!”

There was a dutiful knock at the door a few moments later. Spike appeared and walked his way around Twilight to her face, Twilight being unable to really move herself to meet him.

“Can you...Uuuuuurrrrppp!...head down to Sugar Cube Corner and pick up a few boxes of treats for me? I’m really into this book…” Twilight said, not even looking up from the page.

Spike stood silent for a moment. He was really at the stage where he was wondering if he should say anything about the binge eating Twilight was indulging in. He had watched her balloon over the past week or so and was getting quite worried. He kept meaning to go out and fetch her friends, but every time he was about to do so Twilight had some sort of task for her that occupied him...usually it involved getting her more food. The thing was, he didn’t want to upset her either.

“Yes Twilight, I’ll be back soon.” he just replied. Perhaps he could sneak to Rarity and bring her back with him once he had made the trip. It seemed like at the moment, it was the only way he was going to be able to get her some sort of intervention.

Twilight heard the door to her room shut, she didn’t even notice Spike leave but had heard his words. She carried on reading, absentmindedly, her magic continued to search the box for more food but they were only finding crumbs. It was better than nothing, and she swallowed a few between her lips to at least give her something to taste until Spike returned with less fattening food. At least it would mean she wasn’t hungry until the next few boxes arrived tomorrow. She was still conflicted, she had promised to share these with all her friends. But they were just too tasty to pass around. Perhaps for a little longer, it could be her secret.

As she ate the last few crumbs, she felt her hooves completely leave the floor, a satisfied blorp from her stomach as just that little extra had pushed her to immobility.