Twilight Sparkle stretched her legs and stifled a yawn, waking up of a restful night of sleep. She suddenly froze, confounded by the purple hill before her eyes. The young mare poked of the hoof the squishy mount, incredulous. Her ponderous belly bounced back, sticking out as a ripe fruit. The memories of her feast resurfacing, the perplexed unicorn had a resigned sigh.
"Now I know how it feels to be a tubby."
The recollection of all the delicious sweets she had got a smile out of her. The paunchy pony weighed up her bulky tummy. She fondled her doughy paunch, surprised. It was so soft...
"Oh well, it's not as bad as I thought."
The sun was already high in the sky and Princess Celestia was nowhere in sight, probably attending to the kingdom affairs. There was no vestige of their past feast in the room. Twilight Sparkle stood up cautiously, mildly inconvenienced by her new girth. As heavy as she was, using her magic was out of question; the worse thing to do now would be to skip the exercise. The plump mare walked to the door, trying to ignore her chubby thighs rubbing against her prominent belly. Her empty stomach groaned; a breakfast seemed in order before starting her researches.

Laying comfortably on the carpeted floor, Twilight Sparkle was absorbed in the reading of a dusty occult book. She brought the last of a long series of lettuce club sandwiches to her mouth, munching distractedly on the bread generously spread with mayonnaise. Since a few of days, her attention was lost as soon as food was out of her reach.
The studious unicorn was not feeling like she was making much progress in her search, but at least she was learning quite a bit about rare spells. Celestia took a peek over her pupil's shoulder.
"Twilight, you will be glad to learn Spike has arrived at Fluttershy's home. There is no doubt he will submerge you with messages before long."
The purple pony had a sullen look. Recently she had plumped out to the point she was turning into a walking cask.
"Hopefully he won't see me turn to a blimp."
Celestia snuggled against her favorite.
"You shall be under the examination of an authority in ancient magics as soon as he arrives in Canterlot. It should not take more than a few days."
Twilight Sparkle turned to her; Celestia had a comforting smile.
"I have all confidence in this pony's competences, he will find the answers we need."

The Princess entered the tea parlor, the walls draped in lavish velvet hangings garnet red, a multitude of colored cushions covering the floor. It was a cozy place, the smell of hot beverages filling the room, soothing classical music coming from an ancient phonograph. An old-fashioned unicorn stationed behind the ice cream counter leaned toward her with a polite smile. A tag was displaying a name in bold letters, Charleston.
"Greetings Your Majesty, I'm open at your request."
Celestia thought she would have enjoyed spend some time with her favorite in such an inviting place; unfortunately the kingdom attendance had recently requested all of her attention.
Charleston wiped a coffee table with a dust-cloth.
"Please take place. Can I offer you a hot chocolate?"
The Princess acquiesced and took place on the comfortable cushions. She was affably plump, her soft belly slightly spreading against the fabric. Her captivating thighs and superb behind were an unforgettable view, the pale skin of her padded curves glowing of an healthy tone. Surprisingly enough, her pleasant figure had barely blossomed over the past week. The memories of a recent morning was stopping her from satisfying her appetites.
Charleston served her a steaming mug of cocoa, a deep aroma rising from the dark liquid. She took a sip of the creamy beverage, a foam mustache adorning her elegant muzzle. She wiped her lips with a napkin, an amused expression on her face. The goddess slowly drank the palatable liquid; a pleasant warm grew in her stomach. Charleston had a polite smile.
"To what do I owe Her Majesty's presence, could it be about the young Twilight Sparkle? She talked highly of you in frequent occasions, though she did not visit my modest shop today.
— I'm afraid she won't be able to do so for some time, though she had much good to say about this place. Enough to raise my curiosity."
Celestia stood to get closer to the counter, examining the different ice-cream flavors. There was all sorts of textures and colors, disposed in metal compartments of a gallon. Most of them were barely started on; the rainy weather and Twilight Sparkle's absence were probably equally responsible. The ice-cream maker had a regretful expression.
"With such weather, all this fresh ice-cream will surely go to waste."
Celestia had an interested look. Artisanal ice-cream was quite a tasty treat; if her protégée had chosen this place to indulge her recently acquired supernatural appetites, it was most certainly food of choice. Stirred up by the hot cocoa, the Princess' plump stomach was begging for a taste of the creamy desserts. She had a gentle smile.
"Would you mind serving me some ice-cream?
— Of course not Your Majesty, what will be your order?"
Celestia lay on cushions her pleasant curves. Letting Twilight Sparkle indulge in such manner had been an unwise choice, but the goddess could not resist the temptation to observe her young apprentice swell day after day as she let herself go. To think this place had partaken in such occurence was mildly rousing the celestial equine.
"A Dame Blanche, if you please."
The curious goddess had an inspired look.
"Could you serve me like you served the young Twilight Sparkle?
— If you desire so, Your Majesty."
Charleston presented her two dozens scoops of vanilla ice-cream in a massive bowl, covered in warm chocolate sauce and Chantilly cream sprinkled of flaked almonds. Even knowing the spell affecting her protégée, Celestia was not expecting such abundance. She dug her spoon in the sweet dessert, tasting the thick chocolate, light Chantilly and heady vanilla. It was the perfect comfort food, rich, sweet and easy on the stomach. The Princess slowly savored the frozen treat, surprised of how light it was. She gently prodded her soft belly of a graceful hoof, the smooth skin flexible to the touch. Charleston had a polite smile.
"Will that be all Your Majesty?"
The spoon still in her mouth, Celestia seemed pensive. Having a naughty thought, she had an imperceptible blush.
"I will have a peach melba now."
The diligent pony prepared her another dessert in the oversized bowl. Observing Charleston empty the rest of the vanilla batch, Celestia had a nervous shiver. Since her recent cake binge, the sensible monarch had resisted the urge to repeat the experience; it was far too incommodious to assume her functions after such indulgence. Yet the idea was constantly occupying her thoughts.
The massive bowl was served to her, filled of vanilla ice-cream covered with sliced peaches and raspberry coulis. The Princess consumed the mellow dessert with hesitation, biting shyly in the fruit slices. Slowly spoonful after spoonful of ice-cream and coulis ended in her stomach, nurturing her irrepressible fondness for sweets. The milky dessert trickling down her throat, she had a perplexing thought; if the ice-cream maker had been numerous times witness of Twilight Sparkle gluttonous episodes, little he would be impressed by her own appetite.
With sparkling eyes, the luscious goddess showily licked the spoon of her nimble tongue. Charleston had a surprised look; despite Celestia's enticing curves, the distinguised unicorn was not expecting the Princess to devour a whole gallon of ice cream under his very eyes. Celestia only hesitated an instant.
"I'll have a triple chocolate ice-cream please, with coconut and chocolate sauce."
The bowl clunked on the coffee table once again. Charleston could not raise his eyes of the curvaceous goddess digging in the moutain of ice cream coated in chocolate sauce. He could barely follow the movements of her spoon. If Twilight Sparkle had displayed an insatiable appetite, the Princess was something else entirely; never before he had seen food enjoyed with such passion. Celestia's eyes had a sensual gleam as she was absorbed in consuming the rich dessert. Observing the unrestrained goddess gratifies herself with such liberality, the recent development of her seducing curves were making perfect sense.
The spoon tingled as Celestia let out a satisfied sigh. She grazzed her softened belly, her spoiled stomach having a pleased growl. The bowl floated to the ice-cream counter, on Charleston's will this time. The ice-cream maker had a polite smile.
"I'm guessing Her Majesty will have another order?"
Celestia had a pensive look. She had indulged too much already, itching her yearning paunch for an evening of dissipation; quitting now would fill her night with frustrated dreams. The pleasure-seeking goddess would rather deal with the morning consequences of her excesses. The massive bowl landed on the counter, and the Princess had for the ice-cream maker a languishing smile.
"Would you please serve me some butter pecan ice-cream?"
Her diligent subject had a knowing smile. Another mountain of ice-cream liberally covered in thick caramel sauce landed at the Princess' hooves. The shapely goddess dipped her lips in the creamy sweet, her impatient belly moaning in anticipation. Engulfing the sugary mountain, Celestia could not believe she was letting herself go in such manner in front of one of her loyal subjects. Not that Charleston seemed to mind the spectacle of her gluttonous penchants; his appreciative gaze was comforting the Princess' appetites.
Foreseeing Celestia's desires, the ice-cream maker served her a towering banana split as soon as she cleaned her order. Whole fruits were garnishing the bowl, circling a pyramid of ice-cream scoops. A single chocolate scoop was toping the confection, resting on strawberry ice-cream; vanilla scoops were the base of the appetizing piece of work, a lake of warm chocolate drowning its fundations. Such classic was always stirring up the Princess' enthusiasm, and she gobbled the fruits drowned in chocolate sauce one after another. The practiced goddess was swallowing them without even chewing, the whole pieces sliding down her throat under the impressed gaze of Charleston. Celestia licked her lips with a delighted expression.
"I apologize for that disgraceful spectacle. I have a particular fondness for sweets, and yours are just too good to resist."
Charleston had an humble expression.
"I'm honored Your Majesty has such appreciation for my products. You can certainly be assured of my discretion."
Celestia's belly had an impatient growl; the goddess had a mildly embarrassed look. The ice-cream maker had a complaisant smile.
"Please Your Majesty, don't mind my presence. I'm here to serve you."
The Princess gladly consented, resuming her unexpected feast. The roused goddess could feel her belly swell as she was gorging on the creamy dessert. The last drops of chocolate sauce dripped on her gluttonous tongue, and preceding her desires another bowl was served to her. Nougatine ice-cream, custard and sliced almonds were next on the menu of her compliant stomach. As Celestia cleaned another dessert, she noticed her paunch bulging under her, spreading against the cushions. Gently lying on her side, the Princess touched of a graceful hoof the tightening skin of her growing gut. She had a pleased sigh; that sloshing in her belly was so much easier on her than her usual fullness...
Charleston offered her a passion fruit sorbet; the goddess engulfed it without even considering her spoon, dipping her muzzle in sugary syrup. Eyes half-closed and with a blissful smile, she observed the ice-cream maker approach with another exuberant dessert. If the dedicated pony seemed determined to bring her food until she was turning immobile, Celestia was willing to do her best to oblige. She pounced on the oversized bowl, gulping greedily the macadamia nut ice-cream. The dessert engulfed, the goddess licked her creamy muzzle with an air of deep satisfaction. Her devoted subject brought her a mountain of coconut ice-cream, she promptly hastened to devour. Charleston was staring at the Princess' pale belly, swollen as if she was ready to foal, her stretched skin retaining its perfect glow. As the intrigued pony was lost in his contemplation, she addressed him a gentle but insistant look. Celestia's bowl was empty again, and the goddess seemed insatiable. For a long moment the ice-cream maker treated her of many more succulent flavours; apricot, caramel and white chocolate; blackberry, raspberry and hazelnut; butterscotch and maple syrup...
The Princess was gorging blissfully, stupefied to be able to eat so much without being sick. Her muzzle constantly drowned in ice cream, her belly crammed with delicious food, Celestia felt like a sow feeding at the trough. She raised her dipped muzzle of a cleaned bowl once again, impatient for more. Charleston had an embarrassed look.
"I apologize Your Majesty, but the counter is empty. Should I get more from the reserve?"
Suddenly the goddess came to the realization of her fantastic excesses, her enlarged paunch stretched in a formidable cask. Standing up with precaution, Celestia had a conscious look.
"I thank you, that will be enough."
The Princess' sides bulging outrageously, her magic would not be superfluous to fly to her apartments. As she prepared to leave the room, each move was an effort for the glutted goddess, her gargantuan paunch pulling her towards the floor. Her dedicated subject had a polite reverence.
"I hope Her Majesty enjoyed her stay."
The Princess had a light smile.
"I certainly did, be assured you will be compensated for your efforts."
Charleston could not help but have an admirative look for the goddess' perfect skin and shimmering mane. Even Celestia's curves seemed even more enticing than usual, her pale belly crammed with the pony's finest recipes. She gave him a node and left the tea parlour at a slow pace, her swaying walk marked by the rocking of her bloated stomach. The Princess landed on her balcony with only one desire, to sleep off all the food she had so imprudently gorged on. The goddess lay on her bed with a tired sigh, judging her swollen paunch of an appreciative hoof. She fell asleep with a blissful smile, too content to regret on her night of excesses.

Celestia plodded to the curious machinery with a keen smile. Indulging ice-cream every night for the past week had weighed on the goddess' figure, her soft curves broadened by her reoccuring glutting. The most noticeable change was the considerable rounding of her immaculate paunch, the perfect skin of her jutting belly captivating the eye. Right now the Princess could have passed for quite full on an empty stomach. Yet the breadth of her firm and massive rump was no less impressive.
"So this is the ingenious contraption... how does it work?"
Charleston levitated one of the machine transparent hoses, pulling lightly the corresponding lever. A creamy liquid flowed, filling a tall glass with pink ice-cream.
"A strawberry milkshake for Your Majesty."
The ice-cream maker pointed out the two other levers.
"Vanilla and chocolate. Classical flavors are the most popular in my shop but I could change them at your desire."
Celestia sipped through the straw with a satisfied look.
"This will do perfectly. You don't mind checking on it every day then?"
— Of course not your Majesty, this is a pleasure to serve you and the compensation is more than generous.
— Thanks again Charleston, you can retire now. Have a good evening."
The mannered pony leaned with a courteous smile.
"I wish the same to Your Majesty."
The goddess savored without haste her strawberry milkshake, observing the buzzing machinery with interest. Surely this would be a great addition to her lounge.
Celestia left her glass on the counter and laid on a pile of cosy cushions near the curious contraption. Her plump body comfortably installed on the soft fabric, she levitated one of the hose close to her with a malicious smile and inspected it.
"This seemed simple enough to use."
The intrigued Princess brought the hose to her muzzle and pulled lightly with her powers the corresponding lever. A thick liquid slowly ran through the transparent plastic, trickling between Celestia's lips. The rich dessert was as creamy and delicious than the strawberry frozen drink she just had, and the goddess found herself sucking on the hose, greedy for more. She pulled a little stronger the lever, and a steady flow filled her cheeks with vanilla ice cream. The Princess closed her eyes and swallowed large mouthfuls of milkshake, titillated by the increasing amount of dessert weighting on her greedy stomach. While gorging on the creamy liquid, the goddess brushed the delicate skin of her large belly, judging of the hoof the progress of her paunch. She was nicely filling out, but was nowhere near what she had been accustomed to the past few days.
After long minutes, when the flow finally dried up, Celestia let out a satisfied sigh and gazed at her enlarged girth. Her belly was not full yet ; still soft and padded by a copious amount of fat, a few light folds breaking her rotundness. Yet its shape was once again turning reminiscent of a large cask. The Princess had a pleased smile and brought the strawberry hose to her impatient lips, sucking on it with renewed vigor as she was pulling strongly the lever. An impetuous gush of pink ice cream flowed down the lusting goddess' throat, she gobbled in ecstasy. Celestia's belly folds promptly disappeared as her stomach was growing to ampler proportions. When the strawberry flow dried up, the plumping goddess contemplated the bulging mass of her vast paunch with delight. She caressed her middle with renewed pleasure, amazed to notice her skin was still supple under her touch.
"Did I eat so much these past few days that I can indulge to that extent and still not be indisposed?"
The princess tried to stand up, but her bloated belly was too weighty to move without the use of her magic. She was ready to resort to such help when a thought stopped her in her tracks.
"I don't have to leave yet, I could take a digestive nap."
Celestia's longing for ice cream awakened again as she was eyeing the third hose. She licked her lips, a sparkling desire in her eyes.
"I'm not full though, no reason to pass on a little extra."
The intemperate goddess levitated the last hose over her open muzzle and pulled the lever, letting a slow flow of chocolate frozen goodness bath her tongue and pour down her throat. Her growing stomach gurgled under the massive load it was sustaining, and before long the perfect skin of her massive paunch was tight enough to fill her with delicious tingling. The unrestrained Princess ignored the sensation, resolute to gorge on enough ice cream to push back her limits. Celestia could not help but ask herself how much food she would be able to indulge daily after a few weeks of such a decadent diet. She enjoyed any single drop of the thick milkshake with languid eyes as her belly slowly became rounder and rounder, to the point the bloated goddess could not assume any other position than laying on her side. When the chocolate source finally dried up, the Princess' paunch had swollen to such proportions it had turned to a massive globe-shaped mount of pale flesh, marked by a light pink hue. With a blissful smile, Celestia petted her enormous gut of a caring hoof. A food coma promptly seized her, and before the Princess fell asleep on the cozy cuhions of her lounge, she wondered how long it would take before two of these curious machines would be required to satisfy her nocturnal cravings.

"Your Majesty, Silver Stars has requested an audience."
Celestia turned to the royal guard, her shimmering mane eclipsing her eyes. She was taken by surprise biting in a huge pink eclair. Ever since the monarch had relocated her more trivial attendances to a cozy parlor of the castle, the visits of her new pastry chef had become a reoccuring occurence. She promptly swallowed the treat, addressing the guard an affable look.
"Please introduce him."
Despite his stoical expression, the royal guard could not help but consider the Princess' ample curves. Even for a goddess, the changes she had experienced in only a few weeks were spectacular; her svelte silhouette had turned to a much softer constitution. She had chubby cheeks now, and her plump belly was constantly displaying an ample bulge; the imposing suns adorning her bountiful rump were simply mesmerizing.
Silver Stars had confirmed Celestia's suspicions, there was no remaining trace of the mysterious affliction on her. That was not by any mean stopping the hedonist monarch from cajoling her commanding stomach on any occasion. The Princess always had a weak spot for sweets, and with the help of her powers, little consequences were coming from her newly assumed intemperance. Unfortunately Twilight Sparkle was still under the influence of the spell, and as pleasurable as the situation had been for both of them at first, it had quickly passed the limits of reason. Hopefully her protégée was under close examination now.
As the guard returned to his post Celestia gobbled another large eclair, her hefty thighs quivering of contentment. Despite her copious breakfast, the Princess was not regretting to have brought forward the time of her first snack of the day; on an empty stomach after a good night of sleep, her first meal was never contenting her for long.
Entering the room, a sturdy middle-aged unicorn saluted forthrightly the Sun Goddess, his jet-black mane dusty and dishevelled. The scholar disregard for etiquette was matched only by his knowledge of exotic magics and curious phenomenons. Turning to him, Celestia took a pause in her degustation.
"Silver Stars, I heard you made progresses in your search?
— I have answers Your Majesty, I will reveal as soon as we join the patient.
— Excellent, shall we visit her now?
— We can do so as soon as you desire."
Celestia discreetly prodded her sizable belly. Since Twilight Sparkle was under observation, Charleston had displayed commendable dedication in assisting the Princess' evening binges. Ice cream had some advantages over more substantial goods; the insatiable goddess could afford to eat more than her fill without ever being sick, and a night of sleep was enough for her to recover completely. As a result, the time spent in the ice-cream maker's company had steadily loosened Celestia's paunch as much as her appetite. It seemed each day passing she was enjoying more eating sweets, and each night she was pushing further the limits of her spoiled stomach. If not for her tall stature and her busy agenda, she surely would have blown up by now.
The gluttonous monarch had a coveting look for the pastry cart.
"You should go first, I will join you forthwith."
Silver Stars had an imperceptible frown.
"As you wish Your Majesty."
Silver Stars leaving the room, Celestia had a relieved sigh. The voluptuous Princess was not ignoring the obvious; she certainly knew she was getting fatter by the day. But outside the changes in her appearance, the aftermaths of her too rich diet were mostly imperceptible. And for a kingdom as prosperous as Equestria, the matter of its monarch's girth was by no means a serious affair. As for the distraction her blossoming curves were bringing to her guards, there were barely of any significance.
Celestia had ordered quite an assortment of treats for her morning attendance; coffee, chocolate, vanilla, caramel and red fruits eclairs. No less than half a dozen of each sort, all of a remarkable size. The vanilla pastries were long gone, as their mild taste were a perfect appetizer for the Princess' snacking sessions; she could eat them without even thinking while performing most of her royal duties. The red fruits eclairs had quickly followed, always prompt to stimulate her appetite. Her weakness for soft fruits has made them quite effective at diverting her while she was waiting for the capable Silver Stars.
Celestia started on the coffee pastries to cover the sweetness of red fruits. She was swallowing hastily the sugary treats, hurried as much by her fondness for tasty food as by her eagerness to learn more about Twilight Sparkle's condition. The portly Princess soon felt her growing belly pushing against her large thighs; it seemed each day this moment was coming sooner. The overfed goddess could not help but think before long it would be an all time occurence.
The chocolate treats came next, smoothing the bitter taste of the coffee eclairs. Celestia's greedy muzzle was getting coated in icing as she was munching on the glazed goods. The sugar crazed goddess assumed a more comfortable posture to step up her snacking session, sitting on her opulent behind. Her vast croup was making for the perfect cushion, yet there was one minor inconvenience she could think of; on the assumption that her hips kept getting wider, squishing herself through the castle doors could soon prove to be an incommodious task.
The caramel delicacies shortly followed, marking the end of the Princess' eclairs binge. The tray cleaned of all its pastries, she lustfully licked her sugary lips. The delighted goddess judged her imposing belly with a surprised look. It was only in such position she could grasp the full progresses of her rounding paunch, protruding between her luscious thighs. It was nicely filling out for now, though Celestia had just made a dent in her ravenous appetite. Not so long ago, the gluttonous Princess would have been far past her morning craving for treats. But the sweet-toothed goddess was quickly adjusting to her new snacking habits, now ending her collations with another nice tray of viennoiseries. The fatty goods were a welcome change from all the sugar-saturated treats she tended to relish in.
Celestia sank her teeth in a chocolate croissant, the oily dainty bathing her tongue in butter. The Princess closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the soft dough filled with chocolate. She finally gobbled the rest of the piece, engulfing a second, then a third and more.
The transported goddess paused to catch her breath. If sugar was whetting Celestia' appetites, fat was truly fulfilling her. The edacious monarch stuffed her cheeks with chelsea buns, chewing with abandon on the creamy pastries. The slippery food sliding down the Princess' throat was getting her closer and closer to bliss. She pursued with the consumption of almond croissants, gorging on the richly filled viennoiseries. These days the indulging goddess could not resist eating like a hog when she was atingle, embracing without reserve her gluttonous dispositions. Her pampered paunch was swelling to provocative proportions, bulging ostentatiously in front of her.
The fleshy Princess laid on her side, slowing down the rythm of her mastication. Touching her majestic belly, still soft under her hooves despite its conspicuous roundness, Celestia had a contented smile. It was so large, and yet she could tell she still had room for more. The pace at which her appetite was growing was for her a source of amazement.
Petting her swollen paunch, the unrestrained goddess eyed the pastry cart. The last almonds croissants quickly joined the others in her complying stomach, washed down by a cup of tea. The carnal goddess rested a moment a foreleg on her bloated paunch, enjoying the sight of her impressive girth. Yet Celestia had to join Silver Stars at Twilight Sparkle's side, and so she promptly got on her hooves. Despite her prodigious belly sticking out, she was hardly feeling any discomfort. The intemperate goddess had greedy eyes; tomorrow she would enrich her morning order of a few extras.
Celestia left the room of a heavy step, her voluminous gut wobbling under her while she was walking through the castle corridors. The full-figured Princess contemplated her ample curves, confirming her previous suspicions. It was barely more noticeable than the day before, yet this time it couldn't pass for a figment of her imagination; following each of her movement, her massive thighs and croup were moved by a subtle jiggle. The perplexed goddess brushed off that thought, counting the hours away of her next ice cream binge.

Author's Note

Celestia enjoys another kind of sweets.

Wait what still alive? Looks like it. Expect next installment in 7 years and 3 months.
Message or comment if you notice grammatical errors, skipped the "search an editor for another 6 months" part.