Celestia weight gain (complete version)

chapter 2

Excess. Princess Celestia awoke at the time she always had. Staring out over her balcony and onto her gleaming capital city of Canterlot, she raised the morning sun, rose-colored light blanketing the whole of her empire. It could have been the usual routine. Could have been.
From the moment she awoke, Celestia felt…soft. Without even looking, she could sense how her butt had acquired a noticeable layer of extra cushion. With each step of her hind-legs, each ass-cheek flubbed downward. It wasn’t quite a jiggle, to be clear. But as Celestia turned her head to examine the damage from the previous day’s feast, she was greeted by an ampler posterior, one that accentuated the still-thinner, well-toned arch of her back. Reaching out with her magic, the Princess pinched the extra flesh, seeing how the surface of her once-taught backside could be cupped and squeezed.

Taking position in front of a full-length mirror in her room, Celestia continued to examine her behind. She swayed the ample globes side to side, noting how the suns on each side, too, had swollen.

“My oh my.” She swooned.
“If I had known this would be the ‘damage’ of a single cheat-day, I would have taken it ages ago. I can only imagine how the stallions are going to react to this beauty!”

With that, Celestia slapped her ass with her magic, admiring how the whole form rippled from the impact. She could not help but flutter her eyelashes in the mirror as she struck a seductive pose, kneeling down with her forelegs and presenting her ass to an unseen suitor. She clumsily imagined the situation.

“What is it, my dear? Does my butt look…bigger to you? I had an awful lot to eat yesterday.”
The thought of the feast made her stomach rumble yet again. Standing up, Celestia cupped her growling stomach with her foreleg. To her surprise, the one part of her body that, after all these years, had shown some consistency in remaining thin finally began to show some added padding.

“Oh Celestia, you clutz. You didn’t think you were only getting a sexy bubble-butt out of all this, did you? I really should return to the diet. I guess that newspaper was right, I am just like everypony else.”

But Celestia did not remove her hoof. She pushed into it, rubbed its miniscule circumference, experimented with the same nips and tugs, feeling how the same layer of padding adorning her flanks now made her stomach puff outward. The change was not nearly as noticeable as it was with her ample posterior, but it was there.

“I’m just an imperfect, bloated…chubby…curvy…anypony.”

Her heart began to flutter once more as her stomach growled once more.

“I did tell the chefs to prepare the same meal every time I entered the dining hall. That table would be full again, covered in every food I’ve ever loved.”

Celestia found herself groping every inch of her sparse flub with her magic, she felt her face go flush as the marehood between her widened hips ran hot with an inexplicable titillation. Celestia craned her head toward the ceiling as her magic reached downward, filling the hungry void and exploring every inch. She shuddered, her knees went weak. With her body propped up, her spontaneous excitement compelled her to stand against a nearby wall. She felt the soft skin of her hip blossom outward on the flat surface, the sun on her flank flowering as it spread.

“I think…it’s time for breakfast,” the Princess said panting.
“What’s a few inches more?”

After regaining her composure, running a brush through her hair, adorning her crown, yoke, and shoes, Celestia again walked down the hall to the dining room. She felt compelled to sway her hips with every step, subtly but still noticeably. On that morning, the Royal guards standing at their posts along the hallway couldn’t even restrain themselves to make their starring subtle. Once Celestia passed them, their heads were turned and their eyes were locked. The perfectly-proportioned swollen globes of the Royal tush entranced them. Even when Celestia turned her head to see their reactions, the guards did not notice. Celestia saw their beady, unblinking eyes and gaping mouths. And turning her head back around as she walked, she chuckled to herself and redoubled her mesmerizing sway.

“I suppose the reaction is positive, then?!”

She yelled aloud, drawing even more attention to the already captivating asset of hers.
The guards snapped back to attention simultaneously, each one sweating and praying they had been too quick to notice. The result was a comically loud clanking of metal on metal as every armored head in the room straightened itself at the same time. They struggled to be keep their eyes forward. Each and every one yearned for nothing more than another peek.

Celestia smirked as she pushed the door to the dining room open. Her eyes darted to the overflowing table. And at that moment, she found herself sporting a devilish grin. Under her breath she said to no one in particular:

“Well, there’s more where that came from.”

The sudden, intoxicating proposition of gaining even more weight swarmed her every thought and gesture, the thick thighs at her backside were to her eye appealing, but insufficient. She was a mare of royal standing after all. Such a bulbous posterior was, to her mind racing to rationalize, not a result of negligence but of deliberate effort, a reflection of the prosperity of her land. The fact that she found the whole experience deeply arousing was a perk, not a motivation. Or so she told herself.

Celestia pulled up a chair at the opposite end of the table from before and plopped her cushioned behind down. Acutely aware of how the sparse chub was affecting her, Celestia curiously inspected how her legs filled the chair, taking up more room than usual. She playfully squirmed in her chair to feel how much cozier it felt.

“Ahh…so comfy. All this feasting is having quite the…cushioning effect. Now for a proper breakfast.”

Disassembling and levitating a thick stack of pancakes, Celestia dolloped a thick whipped cream on the top of each pancake. She smooshed the tower back together, with the excess whipped cream pillowing out of the edges.

Watching the white, fluffy, sugary material ooze outward only excited Celestia more.

“Ha! You are what you eat.”

She drizzled syrup all over the top, watching as it flowed down, catching tuffs of whipped cream and mixing with them as it reached the plate. Finally, she dug into the stack with a levitated knife and fork. The delectable treat was still warm. The chefs re-made the full spread just as she had asked. It was her mission today not to waste any more of it. As Celestia chewed on the excessively sweet, buttery, fluffy goodness, she picked up two more sets of knives and forks and begin to shovel more and more sweets into her eager mouth.

Again, she found herself in a trance. It seemed to her that every time she bit into a new sugary confection, she was reminded of her fattened behind and flabby stomach. Every time she thought of having grown fatter, she became hungrier, even when her stomach began to feel full.

Again, a food baby swelled within her. This time, after hours of excess, Celestia marveled at how her swollen belly pushed out onto the top of her inner-thigh. Her mouth and hooves were covered in frosting and syrupy remains. The slight flub that coated her globular stomach could barely conceal the compacted deserts sitting within Celestia’s tummy, slowly being digested and turned into succulent fat. Her alicorn stomach could bear the richness of the sweets without too much trouble, but such caloric excess was like all magic. It had to go somewhere. Taking a break from the glutenous intake, Celestia could almost swear the seat was even comfier, and the jewel-encrusted yoke on her neck was just a bit snugger.

“Ugh…I’m soooo fat…what kind of Princess am I? Can’t control myself around sweets. Obsessed with cake. Don’t you know all those treats are going straight to your flank, you slob!”

Celestia nudged her belly with a hoof and tried to feign a hostile tone. But every syllable of the self-inflicted fat-shaming caught in her throat. Beads of sweat dribbled off her forehead and around her crown. Rubbing her hooves along her distended belly and using her magic to grasp the flab on her legs, pillowing out of the seat, the slob of a sun princess returned once more to the bizarre drug-like trance. As she subconsciously moved the sun toward the horizon, the table sat half-empty, plates and trays spotted with crumbs and smeared with sugary cream. Her belly now touched the edge of the table, forming a somewhat painful crease at its center. The thin layer of pudge she had acquired was impossible to tell apart from the ballooning mass obstructing the Princess’ vision to the floor.

“Ugh…I…maybe I overdid this.”

Celestia’s forelegs, preoccupied with fondling the globe in her lap, seemed utterly inadequate to lift its heavy form. She teleported straight into her bed and onto her back.

“Okay…lower the sun”

She heaves up her head to look over her belly, barely making out the glimmer of light. Focusing her energy, she lowered the sun passed the horizons.

That night, her dreams meandered from one fantastical stuffing to another, her body swelling beyond all realistic measure. Even then, a force within compelled her to keep going, to keep growing.

“A good start.”