Displaced Diet-y: Rarity's Reverence

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3

Chapter 1

The sun burned high in the sky. Shafts of boiling, dazzling light powered their way towards the ground. Stone and sand alike were heated to sizzling temperatures as the full glare of the yellow star raked across the realm of Akhethra. The creatures who’d lived upon these scorching land had adapted well to the constant battering from the sun, generations upon generations living beneath its almighty glow. So powerful and so constant was it, they worshipped it as a manifestation of a deity.

Though the locals were more than comfortable in the heat, the same couldn’t be said for tourists. Her curly purple mane and long flowing dress certainly made her stand out amongst the locals, not to mention the large parasol, sunhat, and sunglasses she possessed. And despite all the shade she’d created for herself, the unicorn was boiled.

Rarity’s one free hand came up towards her face, daintily brushing away stray trails of sweat that insisted on beading across her forehead. She huffed, face flushed from the unbearable heat. “Celestia above! If it’s this hot right now, I can only imagine how intolerable it was before Rainbow arrived…” She moaned, her hand flapping slightly in a vague attempt to fan herself. The attempt only succeeded in drawing several passerby’s attention. Her already red face deepened in tint, dropped her arm to her side.

“I suppose it’ll be cooler if I go inside. I don’t want to be rude and stand around in some pony’s shop for no good reason...” Sighing, she set about looking for somewhere suitable. Her eyes flicked up to where the shop’s names were written, scuppered by the indecipherable language it was written in. Though their spoken languages may have been identical, the same couldn’t be said about their written one. She glanced lower, an un-ladylike huff stopped as she looked through the window. Straight into the glitter of gold.

Rarity’s eyes widened, blinking as she took in the sight of the piece. She gazed at a beautiful necklace, carefully polished until it was gleaming. The metallic sunset-yellow blended beautifully into the cool blue of the lapis lazuli. Intricately carved forms of scarabs, eyes, and ankhs sat amongst the collage of colours, culminating together to form an utterly remarkable piece.

Drawing her eyes away, she headed for the door, pushing it open with a gentle shove. The light tinkle of a bell could be heard, heralding her entrance. Stepping inside, she was greeted with a veritable hoard of glimmering treasure. Jewelry was placed beneath glass, surrounded by large silken drapes, giving the room a peculiar feel, though not negative in the slightest. It reminded Rarity of those bazaars in Saddle Arabia or Somnambula, though without the crowds that seemed to permeate them.

What did seem to permeate the room was a cooling breeze mingling with the smoky clouds of incense burners. True, the temperature was still hot by Equestrian standards, but it made a marked difference over the stifling heat outside. Closing her parasol, she gingerly tucked it under her arm, sitting a little above her handbag. Smiling, she took to browsing through the jewellery surrounding her. Almost all of the pieces were of considerable size, far from the sort you’d expect to see in Canterlot. It seemed that a master craftsman had a hand in making most of them, each as delicately and meticulously assembled as the last.

“See anything you like?” A voice suddenly spoke from her side. It took all Rarity’s professional composure to not yelp like a schoolfilly. An earth pony mare stood but a meter away. Slightly shorter than Rarity, and perhaps several years older, she walked to the Equestrian’s side. Rarity wasn’t quite sure how she hadn’t noticed her before, the mare was bedecked with a plethora of exquisite jewels that stood out amongst her plain white clothes. Even as she moved, the heavy gold pieces made only the tiniest of noise as they swayed back and forth.

Recovering, her nervousness was quickly buried beneath her usual mask of civility, smiling politely as she turned towards the Akhethran. “Well, I can’t quite decide what I want to look at. Everything I’ve seen has been rather darling!” She exclaimed, the shop owner’s smile widening that little more.

“Well thank you. I do try to order in the nicest looking pieces…” She paused for a moment, snapping her fingers a moment later. “Wait a minute, you’re one of the ponies from the other side… one of Pharaoh Rainbow’s friends aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged, darling. Myself and my friends decided to spend a week here. To sort out any trades, exchanges, and other such functions from Equestria you see. So I decided to take a little time out and explore this gorgeous city of yours.” With every sentence she spoke, she could see the mare’s face brighten up that little bit more.

“Of course, of course! And to think you came into my little shop of all places, too…” She trailed off, gently rubbing her chin for a moment. “Though I am curious about one thing. For wearing so much cloth, you don’t have anything more than a simple ring.”

Rarity glanced down, catching the glint of the silver ring on her left hand. It was a simple band around her index finger. “Oh, this? Just a little gift from my mother. I do have far more extravagant pieces too, but it carries such wonderful memories for me. I really don’t wear much more than a ring, necklace, or earrings really. Sorry, but I didn’t quite catch your name?”

“Raama.” She responded with a small nod. “Thank you for telling me. Since you’ve been so kind to enter my humble shop, would you be interested in taking a look at some of the more special pieces I have?”

“By all means darling, I’d be more than grateful to have a look.” Her smile seemed to widen that little bit more, beckoning with her hand as she walked through the passageway behind her. Following behind, Rarity weaved her way past boxes, shelves, and other ornaments that filled the space. Coming to a more secluded room, the sound of rummaging and clattering briefly filled the air, Rarity catching sight of the mare sifting through mountains of small cases.

A small squeak left Raama’s lips as she pulled one out. Looking at the box alone, Rarity noticed how different it was. The wood had been bleached near white, close to cream. Opening it up, the Akhethrans fingers looped around a chain as she pulled it clear from the box. Dangling from it was a small sculpture of a mare, as tall as a playing card. Cast mostly in gold, it was beautifully inlaid with gorgeous gems and crossed with minuscule details that came to form the remarkable pony-shaped piece.

Alone, it would have been interesting, whoever had crafted it had given it an interesting peculiarity. Its body was rounded, limbs full and wide. Its legs, and especially hips, were especially wide, seeming to spread out with a wide pair of buttocks. Two heavy breasts swelled forth, resting comfortably upon the wide mass of a belly. Equal parts soft and taut, the globular mass pressed forwards like a globe, resting on the mare’s generous thighs. Whoever the craftspony was, they unquestionably had a type.

And despite how perverse it was, Rarity was all the more drawn to it. Leaning in, she could see tiny hieroglyphs carved into the contours of the figure. The anatomy too, whilst distorted from weight gain and pregnancy, had been done in such a way to be as alluring as possible. The gravid form seemed to stir something inside the fashionista as she outstretched her arm. Her fingers made contact, curling along the smooth metal.

Raama’s mouth opened, yet nothing came out as her lips flapped. In mere moments, a bright light spilled forth. Like a beacon on a lighthouse, the room was engulfed by the glare. Clasping her hands to her eyes, the box fell from Raama’s hands with a dull thud. Squinting past her fingers, she could only see a vague silhouette of Rarity, arms retracting towards her chest. Suddenly, the light stopped. Blinking spots from her eyes, Raama looked back to her guest.

About Rarity’s neck, the figure was hung, residual energy bleeding off and wrapping around her. Now but faint candlelight compared to the raging bonfire it once was, the Equestrian’s form was highlighted in the energy. With a final flare, an electric pop echoed through the room. The pair were speechless, the mood perturbed but a moment later as a gurgle reared forth.

“My stars, what was that all about… would you be a dear and help me back to the palace? I’m feeling awfully hungry…”

Chapter 2

The sounds of cheering and music echoed throughout Akhethra. Despite the thickness of the Palace walls, the sandstone couldn’t hope to keep out the sounds of jubilation that bubbled up. Rarity was very much aware of the din as she sat sprawled across a padded chaise lounge. She may be a socialite, but this type of gathering wasn’t quite to her taste. Moreover, her own confidence had been knocked down a few pegs, the culprit being the necklace and the assets it’d helped bestow upon her.

After she recovered from the strange magic, Raama had helped her back to the palace, her words a mixture of apologies and reverent awe. As soon as she made it inside, ponies and zebras alike gazed at the necklace. The guards didn’t say much, but the various priestesses practically swarmed her. She was barely able to get a comprehensible word out of the zealots that crowded her, leaving her no choice to find somepony who would. Eventually, she found her way to High Priestess Zanubia.

Much like with the others, the spiritual leader spent a good while goggling at the piece, transfixed on the spot. Thankfully, she was able to compose herself quickly, questioning Rarity about where she found it. Eventually, Rarity could finally ask the question; why so many were utterly fixated upon herself and the ornament? Working her way through the zebra’s rhymes, she put the pieces together.

According to her, the necklace was an ancient artifact, lost thousands of years ago. It was once worn by the avatar of the goddess Haaythor. Haaythor was and still is one of the major gods in their pantheon, representative of many concepts. Key amongst them were beauty, sexuality, and fertility. Fertility both of mares, and of the soil and crops. Through the avatar, the goddess’ power could be spread across the land and greatly influence those around her. They also happened to influence the wearer herself.

The former artefact bearer was a splitting reflection of the statue and more. Thick breasts, wide hips, and obese beyond belief. The pictures Rarity was shown really drove home just how large she was, an utter mountain of curves and flesh, her barely mobile body almost constantly the centre of attention. Rarity would never have believed a pony could get so big if it wasn’t for Rainbow Dash’s enormity dwarfing even the avatar’s own size.

What was more surprising was the apparent disappearance of the avatar, the necklace along with her. Nopony knew what happened to her, only that after one particularly grand feast, she’d disappeared. Her loss, along with other scions and avatars across the city was a precedent that continued for years and years, leading to the decline of the city to the starving, monarchless state it’d been reduced to for hundreds of years. The same decline that Rainbow Dash’s arrival had helped to resolve, bringing back the rains, floods, and cooler weather.

From there, the days seemed to repeat upon themselves. The regular feasts and celebrations for both the Pharaoh and her friends continued. Trays upon trays of divinely prepared food were ferried back and forth to the group, brought from either the kitchens or the city below. Such amazing meals she couldn’t help but wolf down with considerable ferocity. Piles of sweet, juicy dates were decimated to piles of dried stalks. Baskets of bread were virtually inhaled, accompanied by meats, cheeses, and vegetables of many a variety.

The pace at which she demolished the meals was unnatural, the urge to lay into a triple-layered honey cake was tantalising beyond belief. And despite the mental scolding, she persisted, her years of table etiquette tossed to the wayside. Thoughts about dieting and portion control were sucked into the maelstrom of gluttony that seemed to spring up more and more. It scared her and worried her friends. And yet, she continued to give in.

Glancing up from a cheap romance novel she’d brought along for the trip, she cringed as she saw herself in the nearby mirror. Indeed, glutting herself uncontrollably upon all manner of food had had consequences. Those excess calories had insisted on sticking to her body. Chub blossomed everywhere across her form. Her toned core had been replaced by a modest dome of blubber. Loose and wobbly, its weight allowed it to sag with gravity, pressing against the chair.

This was especially noticeable from her choice of clothing. Investigating local fashion trends, she’d been inspired to try something quite airy and a tad more revealing. Apparently, short cropped shirts and small skirts did little to cover the extra size she’d swelled to. Laying on her side, she could feel how her enlarged thighs pressed together that little bit more, the larger width they’d adopted straining the material more than she’d care for. Glancing over to her side, she could see how the fabric pressed into her supple flesh, watching how it squished and pinched the surrounding flab inwards, creating overhangs either side of the skirt.

The most egregious part was her love handles. Hanging over her thicker hips, they formed a prominent muffin top, the like of which she never dreamed she would see upon her own body. Every part of her seemed to be just that little bit bigger than she was used to, wobbling, swaying, and squishing together. Like a visceral dance of which she wasn’t a part of, her form gave exaggerated motion to even the smallest of actions. And none part of her was more eager to slosh around than her breasts. Her bust size before was nothing to scoff at. Indeed, she was often towards the larger end of average, but nothing too extreme.

Now though, it was like she’d had a pair of hills develop on her chest. Two heavy, voluminous breasts that pushed virtually any piece of clothing to the limit. Melons were an incredibly apt description for them, especially in regards to their size. Her hands could only just cover the middle of them, the tender, supple flesh oozing between the gaps in her fingers. Even worse was the fact that they felt heavy with milk. Not only engorged with fat, but with possible litres worth of creamy lactate. Even her nipples had swollen, becoming finger-thick nubs that almost always seemed to be erect.

These, combined with her thickening back and puffy bingo wings, ensured that her bra was fighting for its life against the tide of velvety white meat. Even with rudimentary magical enlargements to the straps and some added elasticity, they still dug into skin, sinking in and creating additional folds. The cups too were becoming overrun by the torrent of titties they attempted to hold back. She huffed once more, attempting to get to a more comfortable position, her body again undulating about.

A simple motion, but one which tingled across her entire body. Electrifying tingles arced like lances of pure, erogenous lust. The way her engorged nipples rubbed against their confines. The way her skin pressed and slapped together. The way her clothes just compressed her entire body, how her undersized panties dug into her pussy…

She stopped abruptly, holding a hand to her chest. A strained, wobbly breath came rushing from between her teeth, levitating a glass of water over. “Rarity dear! How could you even have such uncouth, disgusting thoughts…” she huffed, attempting to lose herself within the chintzy prose of the book. Even so, as she read on about the struggles of a mare trapped in a love triangle, her mind kept drifting back to her own carnal desires. As much as she tried to deny it, as much as she’d howl and scream at herself for such dreadful thoughts, she couldn’t hide them. Over the last few days, she experienced erogenous feelings far beyond anything she’d ever comprehended.

It was strange. For a mare who’d always been so composed and professional, even amongst the rich, handsome elite she often rubbed shoulders with, in the span of less than a week, she felt randier than she’d been for a long time. Around her friends and other mares in the palace, she’d felt as normal as ever. However, for as many females as there were, there were plenty of males too.

For the most part, these happened to be guards. Their well-exercised bodies and insistence on wearing almost no armour set her off every time. Thick, bulging muscles composed their tough frames. Thick sheaves of corded power rippled beneath their skin as they flexed with every little movement. Rock hard abs, thick chiseled six-packs, and tight glutes. The pony and zebra stallions that formed the guard were utter Adonises. Such stallions would have been wonderful eye candy for Rarity, but little else in the grand scheme of things.

Now though, she felt her heart flutter at the mere sight of them. A veritable flood of hormones doused her brain, sending deeply horny and erogenous thoughts powering through her. She could hardly keep her eyes off them, her pupils tracking the defined musculature as though she was leafing through bolts of fabric back home. It quite honestly scared her how perverted she was becoming. And yet, she still couldn’t deny those feelings either. No matter how much she tried putting them out of her mind, tried covering them with her typical mask of professionalism. And still, they persisted.

A knock rang out, Rarity letting out a small yelp. Her book lept from her hands, leading to a few awkward seconds as she batted it from hand to hand, eventually regaining enough composure to grab it in her magic instead. Sighing, she placed it onto a small table. “Coming!” She called, making her way to the door. Pulling the handle, she let it swing out, revealing her guest. Standing a short distance away was the former co-ruler of the city, Hetramila. A small smile beamed out between the hefty mounds of cheek flab.

As big as Rarity was, she couldn’t hold a candle to the Governor. The tan-furred mare was positively obese, almost completely filling the doorway with her girth. Loose silks draped from her arms and legs, so big that they nicely covered her roll ringed arms, like somepony throwing a wet towel over a rubber ring. She oozed as much grace as she did flab, somehow waddling with all the finesse of somepony a sixth of her size. “Ah, Rarity. Glad to see you’re up…” She trailed off, unashamedly looking over Rarity’s body and drinking in the sight.

“Of course I am. It’s the middle of the day is it not?” She replied, Hetramila nodding slightly.

“Very true. I only assumed, given how much you stay here by yourself.”

Rarity gulped, rubbing her arm. “Aha, yes. Well, if you couldn’t believe it, I’m not quite used to my body looking like this… I just needed some time to myself.” She replied, a little less confidently than she would have liked. Before she could say anything more, Hetramila laid a hand upon Rarity’s shoulder, gently rubbing it.

“Now, now. You don’t have to feel ashamed about having such a body. Many mares would kill to have such a shape like yours.”

“B...but look at me! I’m so f...f…”

“Fat? Have you taken a look at my body? I am naught but a big mountain of blubber… and I love it, so very much.” Pulling slightly on Rarity, she guided her out of the room and into the hallways. “You worry far, far too much. I bet every Stallion in this palace would fawn over you, just to get a chance to be with you.”

Rarity sputtered, choking on her saliva as she let out a very un-ladylike cough. “I beg your pardon Governor!”

“No pardon needed. You seem to forget, you haven’t materialised these assets out of nowhere. These are gifts from the gods themselves, of Haaythor no less! She has bestowed her beautiful form upon you. This is nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide away from my dear. This is something quite wonderful.” She smiled again, her tennis ball cheeks pinching at the corners. Rarity’s blush returned, the deep pink tincture flooding her own cheeks as she continued to follow her hostess.

“I don’t think I…”

“Hush, Rarity. You are wonderful the way you are. Let’s not dawdle too long, the feast is ready for you.”

A low gurgle emitted from the pits of the white mare’s belly, the gelatinous surface practically rippling from the outburst. She winced, slowly rubbing the orb of fat. “Another feast? I really appreciate the time and effort you spend on putting together these for me and my friends, but don’t you think it’s getting a tad excessive the amount of these things we’ve been having? I can scarcely remember the last time I ate this much over such a short time… not even last Hearth’s Warming…”

“Oh, but you are quite mistaken. Whilst those feasts were for your friends, or for the continual feasts for the Pharaoh, this is something specifically for you.” Before Rarity could respond, they stood before a pair of huge stone doors. The two guards on either side glanced towards the pair. Through their stoic expression, Rarity couldn’t help but notice the looks they gave her. She reciprocated in turn, ogling their chiseled physiques, before the two pushed the doors forwards.

The hall was rather reminiscent of the one Rainbow spent her time in. Long, the walls were decorated with a plethora of carvings and paintings. Large animal-headed statues sprung up here and there, and towering date palms stretched towards the skylight above. And from that skylight, a small waterfall trickled down, quietly landing in a small pool in the middle. It was all so very lavish, though after all the time she’d spent in the palace and been led through hundreds of different rooms, she wasn’t surprised that such a place existed.

Wandering with Hetramila past grand pillars, she was led towards the far end of the hall. A long stone table had been set up, with a wide throne set behind it. It’d been gilded with far more gold than Rarity had cared to think about, the glittering metal forming hundreds of beautifully detailed animals and symbols across its frame. A large cushion had been inset in the seat, providing a wonderfully comfortable position as she eased her bulk into it.

“My word… this is all so grand. Surely, this can’t possibly be for me?”

“Oh, but it is. This was the throne of the last Avatar, though it has been refurbished after those millennia it’s spent unused. It’s ready for you, and it’s ready to help you grow into your true form…” She purred the last bit, her horn lighting up for a moment.

Suddenly, the doors at the far end opened. From the gates poured a number of ponies and zebras. A great tide of equine, they slowly made their way towards Rarity. Held in their hands or balanced upon their shoulders, each bore plates, trays, and bowls of many a shape and size. And upon each, food. She sat there in amazement as the procession came up in a straight line, a number of guards standing on either side of the main column.

At the front, a pair of mares stopped at the end of the table. Rarity watched carefully as they deposited a positively huge bowl of dates and a honey cake. They were both dressed in typical Akhethran attire, doing little to hide the size of their bellies. Each possessed a belly of great width and fullness. Unlike her own doughy gut, theirs were taut, expanding before them. Their own breasts, though not as large as her own, were nonetheless heavy; bouncing around under the slightest movement.

“Thank you, great avatar of Haaythor. May you bless our foals with good health.” The one on the left spoke, smiling warmly as she bowed. The other mare said nothing, simply following on and bowing too. A sweat drop rolled from Rarities forehead, blinking as she took in the mare’s words.

“Of course, I am sure they’ll be just fine.” She responded, stunned by the sudden boost of confidence that had taken over. The reply only made the two mares smile wider, pushing their plates forward. Lighting her horn, she carved out a sizable chunk of cake, and scooped up a few dates. The aroma they emitted was near intoxicating, a bead of drool forming that was quickly wiped away. Passing them into her mouth, a low hum of satisfaction came forth, the taste as delectable as usual.

Taking their leave, the mares were replaced by another small group, followed by another. Mares of all shapes and sizes made their way over to the seamstress, her ears filled with the hopes and praises of each and every one. As was her tummy filled with the offering they bore. They all hoped and begged that Rarity alone would help their unborn foal grow strong, or their recent sexual encounters would bear foals to raise. It was all so strange to her. So utterly alien from anything she’d experienced before. Though, as more and more came through, she continued to drink in their bodies as she slurped down honeyed wine. With the exception of a few, most possessed a wide, pregnant stomach.

Not something she cared for in the past, the exception being when fitting those expecting with larger clothes. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen this many mares pregnant. And the sight of all those weighty, gravid bellies set off something deep within. She didn’t know why, but she wanted that look, she wanted to feel what it would be like to bear her own young, to have her gut swell that far out.

Shaking her head, she looked about, realising how much of a mess she’d made whilst she’d been spaced out. Plates upon plates were stacked up, patches of crumbs and smears of sauces the only indicator they’d once been full. Touching a finger to her mouth, she could feel the thin, sticky coating plastered to her. Glancing forwards, she could see the guards. Many were making sure that the procession stayed in line, but the closer ones had their eye on a different mare entirely. Their eyes were filled with a glaze of lust, watching her demolish the offerings with an ease not seen outside of the Pharaoh’s throne room.

Grabbing an entire handful of cake, she shoved it into her mouth, a significant amount spilling onto her tits. Eyeing up the closest guard, she gave him a sultry look, partially smearing the creamy dessert across her breasts as she groped herself. She had to bite back a laugh as she watched his composure weaken, his bravado flagging further as she hefted her breasts to her face, licking off the ground in mess.

An obvious tent grew in his pants, which he either didn’t notice or didn’t care much about. The bulge drew a smirk from Rarity as she continued to play with herself, her actions becoming all the more sensual as she drew the eye of more stallions. She roughly groped herself, fondling her undulating tits and causing the material to buckle and rise up. More and more of her alabaster flesh came on display, drawing yet more stares and sounds of shock and arousal. The mares offering gifts simply deposited them, Rarity’s magic greedily dragging them to her gaping maw.

As her mouth burst with flavour, so did her nether regions with mare cum. The stewing arousal had grown to a fever pitch as she began to play with herself down below. She’d never acted so scandalous in her life. What would somepony back home think of her? And yet, the thought of how perverse she was being in front of so many acted as a feedback loop, driving her to flaunt her form. Her clothes were almost entirely gone, practically naked as she groped herself, hands working their way around her pussy. Hot and heavy moans filled the room, mingling with the arousal of the guests and guards.

Her belly full of the richest foods she could eat, and her body wracked with jolts of pleasure, she leered at the nearest stallion, his thick, meaty cock just about ready to spring forth. “nnnfff…such a big boy… Keep watching and I’ll show how debaucherous a goddess can get…”

Chapter 3

The palanquin rocked back and forwards, the stallions adjusting their grip slightly to compensate for the motion. Their thickly muscled arms flexed and strained as they bore the weight, even divided amongst the four of them. The transport itself was substantial, more than double the width of a standard palanquin, it was constructed from sturdy wood, covered in a myriad of engravings and inscriptions. Such ludicrous decoration would have looked utterly ridiculous elsewhere but suited the typical Akhetran flare. The wooden frame creaked minutely as the occupant shifted themselves, their large body rocking about.

Rarity sat back within the cushioned seat, her lips curled into a bright smile as she looked out of the windows. Her arm raised, waving at the bustling crowds standing just a few meters away. She’d been led past hundreds, if not thousands of cheering ponies and zebras. For somepony who spent much of her time working with celebrities and high-profile ponies, she was quite used to the attention, although the attention she’d received whilst in Akhethra was unlike any she’d experienced before.

She was familiar with how some ponies would ‘worship’ their favorite idols and celebrities. In Equestria, that statement was a little exaggerated. Here though, it was quite literal. There were individuals who physically prayed to her, who offered up blessings and offerings to her to gain favor with the god she channeled. Even with the intensity of all this, she’d about managed to roll with it. Almost every day, she spent in the palace hall, receiving the prayers and gifts of a thousand creatures. Unfeasible amounts of food piled on, placed onto the table, and all eagerly devoured by Rarity.

Despite how much there was, she was more than capable of putting it all away. Sweets, fruits, meat, bread, dairy. Any and all corners of the food pyramid were remorselessly demolished by her every growing gluttony. It seemed like there wasn’t a moment where her hands weren’t full of some dish or another, mindlessly cramming each piece into her maw without consequence. Well, the only consequence being her weight. Such obscene levels of gluttony had caused her body to balloon to levels of obesity she’d never considered she’d ever reach.

Her belly sagged forwards, resting heavily upon her legs like a great apron of flesh. So large it had become, that it had begun to divide into two rolls, her belly button wedged between the two folds and creating a small crevasse. These wide folds snaked their way into great love handles that sagged onto her butt; each so side that she could only just squeeze out of her room. These cascaded their way onto her enormous rump. Her wide hips, combined with her now globular butt, ensured that this had become one of, if not the largest part of her being.

Like two white ovoids, they would tirelessly fight against every piece of furniture or clothing she attempted to squeeze them into, almost always tearing them apart in some exaggerated way. Her cutie marks too had become immensely stretched out upon the enormous canvas presented, the normally straight lines crooked and warped the excessive curvature they’d been projected onto. With only very slight creases and dimpling, each was almost entirely smooth, wobbling and gyrating about with every little move she made.

These were supported by a pair of column-wide legs. Like a stack of pancakes, each part of her engorged legs sagged and squished over each other, her generous thighs being forced apart. Like her round ass, her breasts had taken on a considerable amount of ballast. As big as a pair of ripe melons, they strained virtually any top they were crammed into. Bras at this point were utterly useless, considering how large they had to be, and how quickly they failed from the mammoth amount of growth. Her nipples were as thick as her thumb, perky as they hypnotically wobbled about, betraying the faint slosh of milk within.

She smiled widely, gently waving her arm, feeling her immense bingo wings slosh back and forth like a pendulum. With her other hand, Rarity slowly adjusted her clothing, as minimal as it was. Despite her desire to create something to cover her immense frame, something far, far more powerful urged her to do the opposite. Her carnal desire to become larger and all the sexier meant that her clothes could only best be described as lingerie. Thin, nearly transparent scraps of cloth, that left nothing to the imagination. Her skirt had vanished beneath her fat rolls, panties hugging deep into her nethers.

Rarity’s top provided only the mildest covering for her boobies, the material groaning and complaining about each and every move that propagated through them. Satisfied, she reached across to a small table, cramming several pieces of bread and slices of cheese into her maw. A rumbling belch fluttered forth, an even deeper one expelled as the palanquin drew to an abrupt halt. A servant moved to open the side door, warm, orange light spilling across the interior and the cheering from the crowd intensifying at her appearance.

Easing her bulk out of the transport was no easy feat, requiring a few others to manhandle her adipose, squeezing it through like gelatinous play dough. As rough as the hands were, they sent electric tingles through her. She could feel her lips begin to moisten one more, her floss thick panties grinding against them, drawing forth yet more erogenous moans. She watched their faces, purposefully leaning into their grasps a little more than necessary. Their discipline was strong, but cracks continued to grow, little by little.

Adjusting to the change in the light, she could see where they were. Her mind was filled with memories of when she first entered Akhethra. Of that chariot ride from the portal temple into the city. Though it was in a slightly different light, it was all too familiar. The great reeds and papyrus fronds reached up from the silty mud. Several channels were dug into the embankments, allowing water to flow into the farms behind, the crops bearing healthy, heavy loads. A large pavilion sat out on the water edge, lavishly decorated with all manner of statues and symbols. On either side of the platform, two great obelisks stretched high into the sky, their needle-like shape casting long, fat shadows into the sand and road. Several smaller pyramids sat in the distance, framing the setting sun as it dipped towards the horizon. The sight alone was rather beautiful, especially so close to the riverside.

“Ah, what a wondrous sight to see, Haaythors herald appears in the flesh to me.” The rhyming tongue of Zanubia bubbled up. Much like her friend Hetramila, Zanubia had continued to glut herself from the abundant riches of the land. She was even bigger than Rarity, though a good portion of her body was concealed. The great draping cloth of her priestess robes helped keep her decent, yet couldn’t hope to conceal the great mountain of zebra she’d ballooned into. Her ass cheeks alone could have crushed a bench, and her knee covering gut could easily be a small mattress by itself. “Please, come this way, my dear, so that the ritual can begin with many a cheer.”

Nodding slowly, Rarity stepped forwards, her great bulk undulating about as she attempted to stabilise herself. With a small wave of the zebra’s arm, Rarity plodded onto the platform. Spotting a small mound of cushions, she made a beeline for them. Laying back onto them, she sighed, the pillows holding her weight well as she sank into their embrace. Propping up her head, her mountainous body spread out as she basked in the setting sun. Despite only being here for a month, she’d more than acclimated to the weather, despite how lardy she’d grown.

Simple adaptation, or a gift from Haaythor, she couldn’t say. Rarity certainly wasn’t complaining, letting her body splay and ooze outwards like uncooked bread. Reaching out to the side, she found a plate in arms reach, overloaded with food. Finding her belly growling, she was more than happy to stuff a handful of sticky date buns into her mouth. Crumbs spattered her neck and breasts, but she cared little, instead focused upon the procession making its way onto the pavilion, several braziers igniting with cracking flame.

Zanubia stood at the forefront, body gyrating and moving mesmerisingly. Behind her, half a dozen stallions followed, walking in unison as they moved into a semicircle around Rarity. Each one of those ponies and zebras that turned to face Rarity was utterly ravishing. Chiseled musculature worked its way across their scantily clad frames. Their stallionhoods were concealed by ornately decorated loincloths, leaving very little to the imagination except for naughty, arousing thoughts. Each carried a large glass pitcher, the contents inside sloshing around.

The high priestess held up a hand, the ambient cheers and talking of the crowds disappearing in but a few moments. Slowly, she dropped it back. With nopony talking, the sounds of nature came back. The quiet slosh and roar of the river, the whistle of the wind through the plants on the riverbank, the chirp and chitter of all manner of creatures living amongst those plants. With the near-constant attention she’d received, the sudden change to serenity was a jarring but rather welcome change of pace.

“Hark! Gods of nature and the veil beyond, listen to the mortals on this plain from which they are bond. Universe almighty, we are gathered here to beseech your blessing on the mighty. To seek your power that once seeped across the land, in a manner quite so grand. Your patron has grown healthy and fat with gifts so willingly surrendered to her, for which her beauty and radiance exceeds that of gold, lapis and myrrh. From beyond this world she came, in spite of this her form you still claimed. So please Haaythor, allow this healthy, fertile lady’s power to spill forth. From all directions let it travel, west, south, east and north. As you bless us with your presence, mighty Goddess, permit your scion to bless us too, and let Akhethra blossom once more!”

As her speech came to a fever pitch, Rarity managed to tear her eyes away from Zanubia’s hypnotic ass. About her neck, the amulet was glowing. Bands of gold and blue formed together into dozens of patterns, the light spilling forwards across her porcelain-white flesh. As the light danced in her eyes, Rarity leaned back further, a great thud of power coursing through her core. The pulses radiated throughout her form, sending her loose flesh to undulate and jiggle around. Her hands flew to her body, a blissful smile pushing past her rotund cheeks, carefully fondling and playing with flesh that seemed to become all the more sensual to touch and squeeze.

Zanubia raised her hand, pivoting on the spot and looking each stallion in the eye. Nodding, they stepped forwards, bending down towards Rarity. She was dimly aware of her surroundings, alerted by shadows that fell over her. A stallion, yellow as the desert sand, held the pitcher towards her. The scent of honey and alcohol hit her, her mouth opening to accept the spout. Her mouth was filled with sweet liquor, her throat rippling as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful. Soon, she fell into a rhythm, taking great glugs that quickly emptied the container. No sooner had the first been finished, it was replaced. A torrent of heavenly nectar, steadily filling her belly up like a balloon. Another one finished, Rarity’s gluttony shone through as she motioned for two to be poured at once.

The obese zebra watched on in content silence, smiling at how Rarity’s belly swelled further and further out, folds disappearing as the surface became taut. Trails of yellow trickled from between her mouth. They ran over her compounding curves like streams, disappearing between the valley of tit-flesh, others soaking into her pitiful top. Litre after litre flowed into her, as intense as the river she sat beside. And with each hard swallow, the figure pulsed with energy. The steadily forming tightness from the booze tapered off, the taut bulge remaining the same size even as the last two pitchers were angled to her mouth.

Minutely, her body expanded outwards, the calorific liquid being funneled back into growth. Her belly swelled forwards, the tautness dissipating as layers of fresh adipose forced the flesh outwards. The cushions below her were crushed a little more as her twin mounds of ass flab devoured her panties further and further into her crack, rubbing against her dripping slit. Arms, legs, and face. Not one part was spared as weight gathered everywhere. Her breasts especially continued to balloon, her top fighting against the tide of titties and clinging desperately to her battening back rolls.

As the last droplets fell into her gaping maw, there were a few moments of silence. This was quashed by a groan of relief as her clothes finally failed. Simultaneously, her top tore down the middle. Where the fabric had been digging into her boobs, the flesh came flooding out. Her barely concealed nipples sprang forth, just as her panties ripped. “Nnrrrffaaaahhhh! I can’t take it anymore!” A bellow issued from Rarity, as she grabbed the nearest stallion in her magic and pulled him in close.

Pushing aside his loincloth, Rarity could see his cock. Long and girthy, it was quickly reaching full mast. Springing forth, Rarity groaned as it pressed against her rolls, belly softening. The others took this as a sign to disrobe. Surrounding her, the five others took positions on the pillows, hands reaching out to grasp at the fatty. “Show me what you’re made of! Breed me, fuck me, I want you studs to fill me up!”

With nary a protest, they got to work. The stallion she’d pulled down grabbed at her gut, hefting it up to release her burning sex. Angling and manipulating her doughy form, they managed to sit her up. Flesh oozed and sloshed in their firm grip, a sudden jolt rocking her as she was penetrated. Her already flushed cheeks darkened, her eyes rolling up as the meaty rod began a steady pounding rhythm. Back and forth, his hips slammed into her, accompanied by wet, meaty slaps that reverberated. The other stallions were not idle, manipulating and playing with her blubber as they massaged and squeezed at her. Even in their large hands, her immense breasts just engulfed them, jolts of pleasure radiating with each grope and fondle.

Their hands weren’t the only thing playing with the mare. Covered in so many rolls and folds, it was easy to find a place to fit their dicks. One of the zebras probed her vast ass, her marshmallowy booty rocking about like jelly as he bottomed out each thrust. Their ministering seemed to last forever as Rarity bathed in the euphoric sensation, pulled and pushed this way and that as her body was bred. A few more thrusts, and a bassy grunt left the stallion, his eyes rolled back as he came, sending a deluge of cum deep into her cunt. Easing himself off, the stallion pulled out. As he did so, the circle moved counter-clockwise, the next stud sliding his shaft inside.

“More, more, more!” She screamed, feeling herself grow closer to climax. A zebra pressed past her sopping folds, ample amounts of cum dripping from them and spattering across the underside of her belly and the inside of her thighs. Like rounds in a revolver, as soon as one stallion had shot his load, another girthy penis was loaded into her. Again and again, she was just about ready to orgasm herself, the last stallion practically laying atop of her. His hands sunk deep into her lard; sweat, cum, and liquor slicked blubber squishing and oozing through his grasp. “Nggghhh…. Mmppppphhh… ahhh… so… close… mpphhhnn… I’m… I’m cummiiiinggg!!!” A scream of release issued from her gaping maw, tongue lolling out as she finally came. A flood of mare juice ran down her legs as it mixed with the final deluge of stallion seed.

With a slick noise, the final stallion pulled out, the entourage backing away as Rarity slumped back onto the cushions. She couldn’t care that many of the pillows were sodden with splooge, nothing else mattered at that moment in time. Distracted from her surroundings, the sun had set. Coming down off the best orgasm she’d ever had, she bathed in the euphoric afterglow as she gazed up at the stars. Slowly, she came back to reality, the buzz of alcohol making her giggle as she considered the magnitude of her actions. “Oh Zanubia… are you still their darling?”

“Ah Rarity, I see that your mind has regained some sort of clarity?” The priestess waddled over, joining Rarity upon the pillowy mountain.

“Just about, I think, hehe. Oh Celestia, I just had coitus with six strapping stallions didn’t I?” She asked, Zanubia quickly answering the obvious question.

“Of course, each powerful and well in spirit and force. Is there a problem?”

“Oh heavens no! This has been the best evening of my life… my body feels so big and content. I feel like a water balloon, filled with this much semen, and I’m only going to bet bigger when I bear foals.”

“Yes, you shall gift this land with wonderful offspring aplenty. And will continue to do so at the next year's ritual where your form will receive gifts aplenty.”

“So you are saying, I’ll be doing this every year?” A small nod was her response, Rarity closing her eyes as she settled down. “Then would you recommend me some good names for the foals? I’m afraid that I’ll run out after a few years!