Getting Out of Hoof

“Oh my gosh,” Cadance groaned through a mouthful of cheesy bread stick. “Shining, you have to try these!”

Timidly smiling, Shining looked down to what had been a full basket of the complimentary appetizers. “I’ll - uh - I’ll ask the waiter for more.”

Cadance shivered in delight, dipping one bread stick in marinara sauce while she crammed a second into her muzzle. The day hadn’t started as planned, with Rarity postponing their meeting, but she wasn’t nearly as upset as she had been earlier - not after Shining had soothed her tattered nerves by offering to bring her to Il Pastificio, her favorite restaurant of all time. At the mere thought of stuffing her face with some freshly baked lasagna, her ire and inhibitions about going out in public had all but dissolved.

Expectantly looking down at the table, seeing the emptied basket, she scrunched her snout. “Did you like them?”

“Oh - um - yeah…yeah, they were great,” Shining weakly chuckled, his empty belly rumbling in protest of his lie.

Looking over to the table beside them, seeing a couple receiving their order, Cadance licked her lips. Stars above - being big could be a bit of an inconvenience, but the ravenous hunger she’d felt over the last few days had been downright maddening. Tearing her eyes off the pair next to them, she peered down at her husband.

“Can we get a dessert?” she inquired, already knowing she’d like to wrap things up with something to sate her sweet tooth.

He nodded and reached across the table to caress her hoof. “Of course we can, honey! Like I said earlier, we can get anything you want.”

“Anything?” she hummed, her smile broadening as their waiter approached. “Garson, I have a question. The lasagna you serve ~ can I presume it’s made in batches?”

The sharply dressed pegasus stallion smiled and nodded up at the titanic Princess. “We do, ma’am, but we usually do that when we cater -”

“I’d like a tray of it with extra mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and keep these bread sticks coming,” she tittered, glibly tossing him the crumb-ridden basket.

With his features going slack, the suddenly pallid waiter turned his attention over to Shining. “And f…for you, Prince?”

“I’ll take a caesar salad and some fettuccine alfredo,” he whispered, looking no less pale than the server. After handing the menus to the hastily departing pegasus, he swallowed hard. “Heh ~ wanted some to take home for later?”

“Later?” Cadance parroted, quirking a brow.

Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, her thoughts began to wander. A part of her realized she was likely making a scene, not for the least of which reasons being her immense frame dominating the dining area, but she simply couldn’t help herself. She was a growing Princess in an all too literal sense, both because of the infernal enchantment she’d unwittingly cast upon herself and the bun in her oven, and she was famished because of it.

She impatiently tapped a hoof to the table as the ambrosial aroma of various cuisines wafted to her nose. Typically speaking, a single serving of lasagna was enough to satisfy her, especially if she had a bread stick or two beforehand, but she was absolutely certain that wasn’t going to cut it this time. Even after a four-course breakfast, brunch, and a sizeable lunch, she felt like she hadn’t eaten a thing all day!

“Oh wait!” she chirped, only then understanding what her beloved had meant. Blushing slightly, she reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean, that really depends on how big the tray is.”

“R…right,” he mumbled, lowering his head.

Lovingly stroking his foreleg, she ponderously leaned forward and brought her muzzle closer to his ear. “If you want, I’ll let you feed that lasagna to me.”

His ears perked up and his eyes widened slightly as he gazed up at her. “Really?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, watching their server approach with not one, not two, but three baskets of bread sticks balanced on his wings.

“You’re actually lucky,” the waiter nervously laughed, placing the appetizers down. “We just took two platters of lasagna out of the oven, so I should have your order -”

“Great, thanks,” Cadance interrupted, practically drooling at the sight of the steaming, cheese-covered starters. “The quicker you get it here, the bigger your tip will be.”

The comment put a spring in the pegasus’ step, prompting him to bow and practically bolt away from the table. Though she knew it was wrong to grease hooves with bits from the royal coffers, she was far from the first Princess to do so - heck, Celestia had essentially bribed some of the best bakers in all of Equestria to work for her, Luna routinely procured games for the castle, and Twilight had made several suspiciously large donations to libraries. If she wanted to binge on some fine food, something she never did, nopony should take offense.

Almost reluctantly, with a sheepish little smile on his adorable little face, Shining dipped one of the bread sticks in sauce and hovered it up to her face. She smiled down on him, maintaining eye contact while she expectantly opened her maw. If letting him personally feed her would make him happy, something she’d only recently discovered, far be it for her to deny him.

With her tongue extended, she wrapped her lips around the vaguely phallic morsel. “Mmmmm…”

Though she was blissfully ignorant to it, the small outburst drew the eyes of almost everypony in the restaurant. Patrons had been trying to distract themselves, chatting or eating their meals while not staring in open awe at the colossal alicorn in their midst, yet the soft, almost sensual moan was too much for them to bear. Staring at their patron Princess, a common thought crossed many of their minds ~ what in the world was going on.

Cadance was big - incredibly big, and she was on the verge of a gluttonous rampage the likes of which hadn’t been seen since Celestia was introduced to Devil’s Food cake! Though her frame was more than triple its normal size, some parts of her were significantly bigger than others. Many sets of eyes within the establishment played over her, drinking in her curves and marveling at her figure, as customers forgot all about their meals.

With a backside that couldn’t fit in any conventional chair, the alicorn merrily munched upon bread stick after bread stick, she’d opted to sit on the floor. Her tush, nearly as big as a full-sized wagon, was easily wider than the table she sat before. While her derriere was indeed a spectacle in and of itself, each globe of her rump being comparable in mass to the average sized pony, that was but a single facet of what enthralled the onlookers.

Even partially concealed under the table and between her thighs, Cadance’s tremendous belly and teats caused stallions of all ages to angle their heads for a better look at her assets. She was clearly pregnant, that much was obvious, and her bosoms had filled out considerably. Her breasts, engorged with milk and leaking onto the carpet, set mouths watering throughout the establishment, but there was only one virile stud bold enough to smugly inspect them openly.

Dipping his head below the table, Shining peeked over at Cadance’s crotch. “We really should have brought a tarp…”

“What was that?” she asked, causing her husband to start. Seeing him bang his head on the underside of the table as he hastily withdrew, she smirked.

“I was - uh - well, it’s just…” he fumbled, nervously sweating and likely trying to come up with an excuse.

As she watched him squirm, her grin broadened. “You said something about a tarp ~ no?”

“I - Ahem - it’s just that we’ll have to add a cleaning gratuity to our bill,” he softly remarked, levitating another appetizer up to her face.

She shrugged disinterestedly and shot forward to devour the proffered bread. “Campht bhhf helph…”

Shaking his head, he squinted up at her. “What was that?”

Swallowing the bite and nearly choking in the process, Cadance watched their waiter approach. “Sweet Celestia - that looks good…”

Instead of a serving platter, the kitchen staff had loaded her and Shining’s meals onto what she suspected was a cart used to ferry freight. Not only was there an entire tray of piping hot lasagna, her husband’s dinner, and another three baskets of bread sticks, but some charitable soul, possibly the server himself, had deigned fit to include a bottle of wine for their dinner. An ominous growl sang from the seemingly bottomless chasm that was her gut as the pegasus came to a halt and started placing their order on the table.

“For the Prince,” the waiter began, presenting the salad and fettuccine before the former captain. “And for the Princess, I -”

“Thanks!” she bleated, leaning over and pulling the stallion into a hug.

Practically sinking into her doughy side, the server bashfully smiled and shivered. “D…don’t mention it…”

Releasing him as quickly as she’d snatched him up, Cadance set her sights upon the banquet laid out in front of her. As she magically lifted a fork and knife, ready to commit an absolute war crime against the layered combination of pasta, cheese, and sauce, her eyes shot over to her beloved. This was a rare treat at the best of times, something they seldom got to enjoy since Flurry had come into their lives, and she wanted Shining to enjoy the evening as much as herself.

“Shining,” she whispered, moments before he took his first bite of the salad, “would you?”

Bringing the utensils over to him, she smiled sweetly. He was a good stallion, a caring father, and an impeccable lover, yet the discovery that he relished her enormous size and voluptuous body warmed the depths of her heart. Had she been single while enduring her current predicament, she would have shut herself away until the situation had resolved - fortunately for her, she had the best husband in the whole wide world at her side.

Shining abandoned his meal in an instant, focusing on his wife and unborn foal. Wielding his sorcery, he delicately carved a small morsel from the expansive tray of lasagna, lifted it into the air, and brought it to her awaiting maw. Once the bite was in her snout, she sealed her lips around the retreating, empty fork.

“It’s sho good,” she slurred, her eyelids fluttering.

Hastily gulping the succulent mouthful down, she lolled out her tongue for a second, then a third and fourth, until Shining was mechanically presenting forkful after forkful. The lasagna was decadently good, so that she unwittingly made a spectacle of herself while enjoying it. Leaning back and propping herself on one foreleg, she rubbed her belly while she savored her meal.

It wasn’t long until the unusual, borderline scandalous scene began having an effect on customers. Reclined as she was, showing off her body in the most casual of ways, every part of the Princess was laid bare. From her rounded stomach and heavy bosoms to her exquisitely plump thighs and backside, her more than full figure provided the ponies present with a once in a lifetime show.

Multiple stallions were dragged out by their wives or marefriends, robbed of the opportunity to salivate over the alicorn, but a few intrepid souls were lucky or brave enough to stay. Quiet whispers and comments about the display became commonplace, with several ponies getting out of their seats to give themselves a better view, while the Princess absolutely demolished enough food to feed a family of four or more.

The unintended entertainment lasted for the better part of half an hour, even after a few stallions had to excuse themselves because of how excited they’d become, before the lasagna had been finished. A few patrons sighed and asked for to-go boxes, more interested in the Princess than their meals, but not a single one moved when Cadance dabbed her lips with a napkin and looked down at the emptied platter.

Patrons held their breaths as the Princess’ waiter trotted over to the table. Could she do it? Was it even possible for her to have room for more? A hush fell over the cavernous chamber, customers held their breaths, and everypony present looked on in awe as she cleared her throat.

“Do you guys still have that incredible tiramisu you used to sell?” she sweetly inquired.

The server nodded and hefted the emptied tray from the table. “Of course we do, Princess! Could I interest you in -”

“I’ll take whatever you have left,” she snickered. “Yes, all of it.”

A single onlooker cheered - actually cheered in his seat before he clamped a hoof over his mouth to silence himself, yet his enthusiasm drew Cadance’s eye. At some point throughout her meal, though she couldn’t say when, she’d become aware that she was the center of attention, although that hardly bothered her - if anything, the lustful looks and astonished staring had been thrilling. With the order for her dessert complete, she looked over at Shining.

Though his pasta had cooled considerably, he wolfed down his dinner without a care in the world. She would have felt bad for him, but she didn’t - not because she didn’t cherish him with all her heart, but because she knew why he was ravishing his meal. If he finished up his dinner quickly enough, he’d be able to personally sate her with the tiramisu she’d be getting.

Sure enough, just as Shining scrambled to clean his plate, the waiter appeared with a mountain of dessert. The layered espresso-soaked biscuits, sweetened cheese filling, and whipped cream had to weigh at least ten pounds, comprised of no fewer than a dozen servings, although Cadance viewed it as a challenge. While she was somewhat full, the hedonistic treat looked almost as good as she knew it would taste.

“Care for a better seat?” she mused, caressing her belly.

There were few times she’d seen Shining move so fast, nearly falling out of his chair to scramble over to her. Climbing up her side and onto her distended gut, he seated himself on her abdomen while hovering the dessert over to himself. Having him feed her from across the table had been nice, but the intimacy of having him on her for the final course simply couldn’t be beat.

The sudden development of the Prince perched on the Princess - his Princess was a sight to behold. At a glance, he almost looked like a colt compared to her - nevertheless, their love for one another was as plain as the sun’s light on a cloudless day. They laughed and whispered sweet nothings to one another throughout the romantic exchange, though Cadance did have to keep him from losing his balance once or twice.

By the time Cadance was finished, capping off their meal with a coffee and an entire tin of biscotti, she was stuffed in every sense of the word. She didn’t even look at the doubled-over bill when it arrived, summoning a heap of gold bits to place on the table. It had been an expensive evening, but it had been more than worth it.

Sorcerously hefting Shining up and off her filled stomach, she ponderously rolled and attempted to get to her hooves - attempted in that she quickly discovered she couldn’t properly stand. She wobbled back and forth for a split second, doing her best to right herself, but it was all for not. It was only after she’d sucked in her gut and used her magic to fashion a makeshift girdle was she able to actually place all four hooves on the ground.

“Come on,” Shining sighed, merrily grinning up at her, “let’s get you home.”

She nodded and waddled to the door, sensing several sets of eyes planted squarely on her behind. The gargantuan buns on her backside glided past one another, her stomach sloshed with gallons of grub, and her breasts dragged along the ground beneath her. Though she knew she was making a rather unceremonious display, she was too full to care - that was until she reached the exit.

As she reached the door, wishing for nothing more than her bed to collapse on, she found herself stuck - actually stuck. Wedged in the doorway by her stomach, with her shoulders and head in the cool, refreshing air of the outdoors, she scrunched her snout. The disconcerting turn of events would have been troubling enough in and of itself, had it not been for the fact that she’d been able to walk through perfectly fine earlier.

“S…Shining?” she sputtered, trying fruitlessly to look back at her husband. “Would you mind if we teleport ourselves home?”

She helped when he reached up and shoved on her flank. “We could always try to push you out.”

The remark reminded her of the incident in the bathroom from the day before, when his help had resulted in an impromptu rutting, so she shook her head and grimaced. Glutting herself in front of an audience was one thing, but even teasing the notion of having her beloved try to brute force her through the door was nothing short of a terrible idea. Shunting power into her horn, she frantically returned herself and Shining to their bedroom. Even if he’d been joking, there was no way in Tartarus she was about to let a bunch of ponies watch their suddenly portly Princess making a mockery of herself.

“Alright,” she grumbled, “I’m gonna - Burp - get cleaned up and get some rest.”

Trotting around to face her, Shining lifted his head and pecked her neck. “Thanks for the amazing meal.”

Giggling to herself, she gazed into his eyes. “Aren’t I supposed to be thanking you for it - after all, it was your idea.”

“Anything to make my big, beautiful babe happy,” he cooed, standing on his hind legs to give her a kiss on the lips.

Despite her size, she swooned. She really was the luckiest mare in all of Equestria, and nothing would ever convince her otherwise. Scooping him up with her magic, without breaking their kiss, she awkwardly trudged to the bed. Buck it - she should shower in the morning. For the time being, all she wanted was to cuddle with the stallion who’d won her heart.