Swollen Sunbutt's Space-filling Shenanigans

Swollen Sunbutt's Space-filling Shenanigans

Prompt - https://derpicdn.net/img/view/2013/1/12/210481__safe_princess+celestia_pregnant_smug_pregnant+edit_preglestia.png
Princess Celestia keeps on 'accidentally' bumping into people with her rather wide pregnant belly. How embarassing.

Tags - SFW, Hyper Pregnancy

"I'm sorry for worrying so much, Princess," Twilight stammered, rubbing her forehooves together anxiously, "but are you sure it's a good idea for you to be out and about like this?"

Princess Celestia smiled patiently, polishing off a plate of buttered toast and ice cream. Warm morning light streamed in through the castle window; with the sun raised and breakfast almost out of the way, another busy day lay just ahead. "Whatever do you mean, Twilight?"

Twilight stood and started pacing, her magic drawing several books from the bulging saddlebag at her side. "Well, it's just that [i]Pureheart's Papers on Pony Pregnancy[/i] recommends that a mare getting close to her term should get as much rest as she can. Marigold Mantra's [i]Magical Multiples[/i] says that stress can cause complications." Her voice began rising in pitch, eyes widening as she drove herself deeper into a whirlpool of worry. "Did you read Flora Flicker's [i]What to Forsee When You're Fecund[/i]? And then there's [i]Starswirl's Secondary Sexual Study Series[/i], which..." She caught herself and paused for breath, wilting under Celestia's tolerant gaze. "It's just... you're still working? Like this?" Twilight asked, putting a halt to her agitated pacing to throw her hooves in the air.

"Of course," Celestia said. "Is there a problem? You haven't touched your food."

"You're as wide as the table," Twilight pointed out. Frazzled as she was by months of fussing over an increasingly gravid, frustratingly nonchalant Celestia, tact had begun to slip from her grasp.

Celestia glanced over her shoulder, chewing indolently on a mouthful of heavily buttered toast. A hefty silence loomed until she was done. "So I am," she noted calmly. And so she was. She was eating standing up - indeed, it was only thanks to her grand, long-legged stature that she could manage to stand at all. Her belly had ballooned over the past few weeks in particular, quite literally packing on the pounds, not to mention inches, with no sign of stopping.

"Twilight," Celestia sighed, cupping her former student's chin supportively, "I'm only five months along, and there's lots to do. I appreciate your concern, but-"

Twilight blinked. "Five months?" she blurted in shock, her collection of books tumbling to the floor. Celestia nodded, her smile widening ever so slightly. "B-but," Twilight stammered, "you're huge!"

"I can forgive that little misjudgement, I suppose," Celestia teased, quietly wondering how long it would be before Twilight's jaw could close again. In all fairness, she was getting rather large. Her ivory-coloured midsection bulged pendulously, the short velvety fur stretched widely across her burgeoning womb. Signs of fullness were beginning to show, breaking up the rounded surface with its own subtle geography - little pale-pink ridges of veins and arteries that bordered the smooth, tender plains of her underside. Perhaps the most striking feature was the way her belly had expanded outwards to her sides; Celestia's gravid state was making her belly not only bigger and heavier in general, but quite appreciably [i]wider[/i]. And with half a year to go, that fact was only going to get more and more pronounced.

Twilight took a few seconds to find her voice. "A-are you sure you're okay to move around? I mean, that's..."

Celestia shushed her quickly, ever the paragon of patience and calm. "Trust me." Of course she was sure - her body was practically buzzing with enchantments and potions to assist its movement and endurance, and had been for weeks now. Not that Twilight's worry was unfounded - she [i]had[/i] spent a night with (former) Dragon Lord Torch six months ago, under the pretence of 'diplomatic outreach' and with the help of a few very powerful growth spells. Twilight didn't need to know about that just yet, of course. "Now, I've a few events to attend. How about this? You can come with me, and if I start getting tired or anything goes wrong, I shall retire for the afternoon so that you can take my place."

Twilight sighed, her gaze turning downwards. "Well, alright. I jus-" She found herself cut off as the great firm mass of Celestia's swollen middle bumped into the side of her head, almost knocking her off balance. It was like getting body-checked by a fluffy zeppelin.

"Come along, Twilight," Celestia said, smiling serenely and apparently oblivious as she headed for the door. "We're behind schedule already."

-----

The first stop of the day was mercifully close by - the grand opening of a new confectionery shop on Canterlot's main street. Celestia arrived with her guards in tow and Twilight hovering nervously above, to be met with a small but enthusiastic crowd of smiling faces. The opening ceremony was a simple one, but slowed down somewhat by the constant stream of well-wishes and compliments directed at Celestia herself. The owners were ecstatic - to have their new store graced not only by Princess Celestia, but Princess Twilight as well! The princess of the sun accepted all this with centuries-practised grace, while Twilight's smiles and platitudes grew more and more forced as the morning wore on, torn as she was between the need to keep up appearances and the ever present vigil she kept over Celestia. One grunt of discomfort, one misplaced hoof, one unscheduled rest stop, and the princess would be getting teleported straight back to Canterlot Castle for a rest.

Celestia, for her part, was unfazed. In fact, beneath her veneer of regal dignity she was quietly overjoyed that the morning's appointment involved cake. She sampled as many sweet treats as public decency and table manners would allow. And then a few more. And a couple after that. By the time her schedule demanded that they move on, Celestia found herself (and her many foals) entirely satiated; it still took some effort, physical and mental alike, to haul her gravid bulk up and out of her seat. She graciously thanked the shop's owners for their hospitality and made her way towards the exit, where a sky chariot would be waiting.

Ponies held Princess Celestia in great respect, and it was entirely normal for them to make way for her. Many underestimated just how much space she needed as of late, though, leading to more than a few getting bumped by her bump. She wasn't even moving quickly - there just wasn't quite enough space. Nobody would have the courage to say it in polite company, but Celestia's belly wasn't the only thing that had been getting bigger as of late. It seemed that every other calorie that wasn't going to her foals (Or were they eggs? Crossbreeding could be unpredictable sometimes) had been sequestered away to her rump. The twin suns adorning her backside increased in diameter on a daily basis. She'd have been dangerously back-heavy if her center of gravity wasn't so low. And so, head held high, the princess waddled and jiggled her way out of the cake shop. Twilight brought up the rear, her own path entirely clear as if she were walking in the wake of a ship, offering sheepish apologies and getting nervous, bashful and occasionally amorous glances in return.

Outside, Twilight found herself having to squeeze to get into the Princess' chariot. Celestia boarded first, and her girth left little room for other passengers. As the guards hooked themselves up and the entire contraption took flight the smaller alicorn found herself squashed between the padded wall of the carriage and the softer, warmer but equally immovable wall of Celestia's midsection.

Celestia simply patted Twilight's back with her swan-like wing, wiggling into her seat to afford whatever room was available. "That wasn't so bad. Now, I'm due to make an appearance at an art gallery in Manehattan this afternoon."

"But-"

"Then to Fillydelphia for tea with the mayor," Celestia continued, "and after that it's back to the castle to hold court until the evening. You're welcome to join me, of course."

Twilight would have tilted her head quizzically, had she the room. "But that's so much work! You're - um, you were..." She bit her lip. Surely Celestia knew that she'd caused a bit of a scene.

Celestia offered up a calm, confident smile. "Oh, Twilight. You talk as if I've never done this before."

"Are you sure it's a good idea for you to be touring around Equestria like nothing's different?" Twilight asked, forelegs curled against her chest in a desperate attempt at politeness. "This isn't normal, Princess."

"Perhaps not," Celestia chuckled, "but it [i]is[/i] fun."

Twilight found herself shaking, her face reddening and scrunching up as if she were poised to have a conniption. "You got pregnant - enormously, absurdly, [i]impossibly[/i] pregnant - for fun?!"

"Of course not," Celestia said, hugging Twilight close. "It's all for the good of Equestria. Half the fun is seeing your face like that."

"But..."

"And the other half is that nobody else has been daring enough to say anything yet."

Twilight sighed, resigned at last to her somewhat squashed position in the chariot, and nuzzled the warm, heavy bulk pinning her in place. Her mentor's affectionate behavior was starting to get contagious. "You're bumping into people on purpose, aren't you?"

Celestia's reply was a pat on the back and a playful wink.