chapter 4: prep-work

Celestia was a tad perplexed when she awoke a few hours later on the floor.

"Wow, did I really work myself up so much I couldn't make it to my bed?"

Still lying on her stomach, she grinned as she returned her gaze to her chubby belly spilling out over the floor and her extremely widened ass cresting above it.

"Then again..."

She rubbed her supple fat from neck to tail with a stroke of her magic.

"...I can't say I've ever felt so...soft. If I keep at this, I'll be bed enough wherever I go."

Her pleased smile faded as another thought crossed her mind.

"But I can't really keep going, can I? That first strut down the hallway was one thing, a little junk in the trunk, as the fillies say, but this..."

Pushing with her forelegs and giving an extra flap with her wings, Celestia propped herself up. She sat on her flabby ass, and curled up her widened hindlegs, marveling again at just how much girth rested on the floor. Two circles of fat on her cushiony butt were pressed flat as they made contact with the cold marble. Celestia had her previous assumption vindicated, for even the hard stone of the floor felt cozier than it had ever been. The princess practically sank into her own body. Sitting upright, Celestia's belly finally had its chance to shine. With her forehooves planted on the floor as well, her belly brushed up against the inside of her forelegs. The solid band of flab that ran around her middle was sensitive to the touch. Though it was not nearly big enough to shake or jiggle, Celestia laid her right foreleg into it, feeling how the hard surface of her hoof could push inward, assuaging the princess' anxiety, once again tempting her to make another expedition to the dining hall...if only for a little more flub to feel, a little more size to realize.

"...this might draw some undue attention."
Celestia began to worry as her stomach growled louder than she thought possible.
"I know what I want. I would give almost anything to plop my fat ass into that chair in the dining hall...let my...chub...overflow it...and eat until my belly grows bigger and...harder..."

Despite her best efforts to talk herself out of it, Celestia did little more than remind herself of the sensations that were tempting her in the first place.

"All so I can wake up the next day even fatter...with a bigger ass...a ginormous belly...a meaty neck...and...and chubbier thighs...and puffy cheeks."

Celestia began to tingle and perspire once more. As one hoof busied itself with rubbing and grasping her belly, the other drifted down in between her legs. She reclined back even further to balance herself. It was easy with such a thick bottom to perch herself. Her eyes dropped, half open. She kept thinking of the dining table, covered in more and more treats. She kept thinking of eating more and more until she could no longer move.

"Agh! Restrain yourself! You are a princess, not some...***." Her eyes opened and her hooves returned to the floor.

"Oh, mother of me, that's exactly what I am. That's certainly what I have."

She shifted her weight on the floor, looking down at her legs and appreciating how her cushiony hips twisted and her belly brushed atop them.

Celestia kept wanting to feel ashamed for this realization, for this excess of body that now surrounded her being. But she wasn't. She knew now she could spend all day like this, touching her chub and pleasuring herself while making self-scathing remarks about how fat she'd gotten. But, as would be expected of such a corpulent pony, she was only getting hungrier.

"But why do I want to get even bigger?" Celestia wondered aloud.

Celestia found it harder than usual to stand up.
With a beat of her large wings, Celestia righted herself, still conscious of how her chub shifted with every movement. Her belly weighted upon her back as it would a mare with foal. And her butt was hinting at gravity's tug. Although it was quite solid in shape, she could feel how the added weight dragged it downward as well.

Approaching her mirror, Celestia ran her hoof along her face, poking at noticeably chubbier cheeks. She lifted her right wing, admiring how every curve was accentuated, her gaunt, perfectly-proportioned form now replaced by swollen, distended features. Her hindquarters and torso, joined at the hip, formed two hemispheres of chub, seemingly competing for the same space, growing against one other. Of the two of them, her butt and legs outpaced her belly and back. Her neck and shoulders remained relatively small.

But as Celestia made readied herself for the third and final round, running a brush along her mane and coat and savoring the flab underneath her skin, she found that her jewel-encrusted collar had become snug. Slipping it over her head and down her neck, the ring came to a rest higher up on the princess' neck than ever before. When Celestia tried to push it down with her magic, the barely-noticeable chub that had formed on her neck bulged ever so slightly at the edges. But the harder she pushed, and the more the collar began to sting and grasp her neck, the closer Celestia inched to the daze of fullness and excess. As it was when she fondled her body or spoke to herself as a spoiled piggy, she found herself inexplicably aroused.

Allowing the collar to rest higher on her thickening neck, Celestia returned her gaze to the mirror to see a pair of flush, chubby cheeks and a hungry stare returned by the reflection.

"Never thought I'd say this but: I hope I get so fucking fat."