Displaced Diet-y: Rarity's Reverence

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!