Displaced Diet-y: Rarity's Reverence

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…”