Celestia's Weight Gain Experiment

By the time Celestia’s stomach had settled enough for her to stand up, it was already mid-morning. With a laborious lurch and a bit of momentum, she rolled herself forward out of the chair and onto her hooves. Some of the swelling had gone down, but it was clear that the packed, ivory ball between her legs still impeded her movement. With gravity pulling its mass towards the floor, it bulged outwards from her torso, shifting and swaying with every step. And Celestia winced as her hindlegs made contact with its surface, invertedly squeezing it as she walked. It was a great relief when the bloated Alicorn finally made it to her ornate throne and plopped her behind into the silken cushion, and she counted herself very lucky that she wasn’t expecting visitors on this day. Sitting around and filling out some mundane paperwork was more the activity-level she was aiming for anyways.

The lovely young mare, Raven, was already at her post next to Celestia’s throne. Her talent – signified by an adorable inkwell and pen on her flanks – for secretarial duties, filing, and organization was rivaled only by Twilight Sparkle herself. To keep royal operations smooth and consistent, she tried to keep most interactions professional and small talk brief. However, today felt off. The Princess was not one to be late without reason, and by the time she sluggishly proceeded up the throne steps and quickly dropped her haunches into the throne with a slight grunt, Raven had already taken notice. Celestia’s belly was certainly never that big.

“Good morning, your majesty.”

“Ah. Yes. Hm. Good morning, Raven.”

The humble secretary would not dare draw attention to or suggest that a member of royalty looked decidedly ‘enlarged.’ Nopony would want to hear how fat they looked, especially from an employee. But she had to make sure that everything was okay.

“Are you all right, Princess? Pardon me for the observation, but you seem a bit…tired?”

Celestia did find that her eyes were a bit droopier and her movements a bit slower. She tried to snap out of it. She knew work still needed to continue, but, perhaps, a convenient ‘sick day’ would give her more breathing space to grow more comfortable with the new eating habits.

“Oh, it’s just a small thing, Raven. I’ve changed my diet a bit, and I’m feeling more sluggish than usual. Is there anything urgent on the agenda for today?”

Raven wondered what sort of diet could involve eating enough food to bloat up like a water balloon.

“Nothing that cannot be managed by my staff or put off until tomorrow. Get some rest. We can take it from here.”

“You are too sweet, my dear. I’ll be back and recharged tomorrow. I’m sure of it.”

With another grunt of exertion to lift herself from the throne, Celestia walked back to her bedroom with a tepid yawn, promising herself she would be right as rain after a quick nap. She climbed into bed, laid on her back, and quickly drifted to sleep. The only sounds that met her ears were birds chirping and stomach gurgling as she digested the massive breakfast.

Unaccustomed to a mid-day snooze, Celestia awoke in the afternoon, sun still shining, bed covers still warm. At last, her stomach felt mostly normal. Climbing out of bed to inspect herself in a mirror, she noted that the swelling had almost completely disappeared. It was fortunate that she was so much larger than the average pony. It gave her metabolism a much-needed boost to process the absurd amount of carbs and sugar entering her system.

“Welp, still skinny. Such a shame. But this sort of thing won’t happen with a single binge. Patience, Celestia. Keep at it.”

When her stomach settled, Celestia was somewhat surprised to discover that, all things considered, she actually could go for another bite to eat. She had missed her planned lunchtime, but an early dinner was still an option. She stirred from bed and returned to the dining room.

“Mmmf. Is it still a ‘sick day’ if I’m spending it eating constantly? This is yummy!”

Celestia sarcastically wondered aloud, the words slurring out and around the mouthful of warm, cheesy lasagna currently filling her mouth. The normally elegant mare ate like it was the last meal she would ever consume, oscillating between savoring the exquisite taste and forcing herself and her stomach to absorb as many precious calories as possible. The loaf of pasta, tomato sauce, and gooey cheese was warm, savory, and filling.

As her stomach reformed its glorious bloat, she examined and studied it. The thought of the taught, packed tummy one day being just as large but made up of soft, jiggly pudge was tantalizing and intoxicating. Celestia had never even considered it as a possibility. And now, just so long as she kept enjoying the best food imaginable, it would come to her as an inevitability. The promise of growth helped her push a few extra mouthfuls into her mouth, even as her taught stomach begged her to stop.

With the dinner binge dutifully completed, the Princess returned to her personal office to examine the results and record her thoughts for the day.

“Well, I guess it is not unheard of for somepony to not meet their goals on the very first day of a new routine. Sadly, I only completed breakfast and dinner. I hope that the extreme shock to my metabolism will make up for the fact it was only two meals. Although…’only’ is a bit of an understatement. I have inspected the results in my mirror, and it is truly astonishing: my belly has stretched farther than I thought possible. It is round and bulbous, forming a perfectly uniformed inflation that contrasts heavily against my relatively small shoulders and back. Flanks are, happy to report, just as impressive as before. However, I am well aware that a bit of stuffing isn’t going to make them bigger right away. The feeling can best be described as ‘tight.’ I feel short of breath and a bit uncomfortable, but something about the fact that all this food will produce chubbiness (and that is what I want) makes it hurt less. I never thought I could go down this train of thought, but it feels almost…natural, like it is a logical conclusion now that I have set out to get fat. Going forward, I will focus more on consistency than on scale. I think I got a bit carried away with breakfast, given my excitement. Missing work is not acceptable, and I will need to be careful to balance these new activities with my normal routine. I wonder if I am even capable of growing big enough to impede my mobility. I’ll have to arrange some changes to the castle staff and layout if that ever comes to pass. More to come. Being stuffed silly feels like cheating for the weight. I’ll take measurements later.”

With her stomach sloshing, gurgling, and straining, Celestia laboriously trudged her way back to her bedroom. The glow from her powerful horn signaled the descent of the sun, gradually dropping below the distant horizon. As Celestia laid in bed and rubbed her new, protruding belly, she smiled with blissful satisfaction. She wondered if any new softness would emerge overnight. Just how long would it take before the products of her effort became obvious?