Celestia stuffing (by unknown author)

Princess Luna walked along the stone path, striding confidently beside her companion- one Princess Twilight Sparkle. The contrast in their bodies is rather apparent, with the chubby purple alicorn looking like a short and pudgy mirror image of Luna’s tall and lithe beauty. Presently said alicorn was speaking, going on about facts and figures for the latest successful Nightmare Night.

She was dressed as some wizard Luna had forgotten the name of, while Luna- cheekily- had dressed herself up as Empress Daybreaker. She truly went all out with it, painting her coat white/red and wearing bronze horse shoes. The only thing she couldn’t quite manage to change was her mane- she could adjust the colour, but it still flowed out of her as her normal ethereal mane did.

That and she despised wearing fangs, so decided to forgo that. Changing her cutie mark was Childs play however, so at least that was proper.

The two halt before the altar to Nightmare Moon, and Luna frowns as Twilight’s ramble ceases, leaving the two with silence and the gentle nights breeze.

“Tell me, Twilight, why would the townsfolk feel the need to build a statue to… how should I put this- the thing they most feared?”

It was delicate, addressing her past without being needless insulting to herself, and always an embarrassment.

Eager to monologue, Twilight stepped forward, took a candy from the fast pile, and enjoyed it before speaking- although Luna would interrupt her.

“That is your seventeenth chocolate bar this evening, Twilight Sparkle. I am not entirely informed of present fashions- but you’re not /trying/ to gain weight, correct? You will eat yourself sick at this rate.”

Twilight flushed profusely and looked down, pinning her ears and pawing at the dirt. “I- I just like chocolate.. a-and it’s a cheat day!”

Luna scowls, “As was yesterday, Twilight- but I digress, your diet is a matter for another time. Please, answer the question.”

Eager to move ahead, Twilight spoke quickly. “It was built as a way to ward off nightmares and evil spirits. At first ponies would sacrifice actual food to it, but somehow that changed into only candy- and just one night of the year. The history is… murky, I could write a research report if you like!”

Luna simply rolled her eyes, “Your explanation will suffice for now… but what am I do to with a half ton of candy?”

Twilight opened her mouth, and was quickly silenced. “No, you may not have it. I disapprove of your obesity even more than my sisters.”

Twilight glanced away bashfully. “I’m not obese…”

Luna sighed, and levitated to her another chocolate bar as a partial apology. “Leave me, Twilight, before I lose my nerve and allow you more.”

Twilight skipped away past her- before groaning and whining of a stomach ache. This left Luna giggling as she sat down, staring at the massive pile of candy. She had an idea now…

——

Far and away, in Canterlot, Celestia receives the last of the days court visitors. It’s her legal obligation to sit on the throne and be available until the evening, and on some days… it was an annoyance. Today especially, as the tradition of Nightmare Night has caught on even amongst the nobles and she has seen a stream of costumes flow in and out of the throne room.

While she didn’t care for the day altogether too much- it brought back bad memories- she could certainly appreciate some of the effort of the costumes. Case and point, the stallion arguing for a lower farm tax infront of her. He was dressed as Rainbow Dash, and had crafted himself cardboard wings as well as painting himself blue. It was humorous, but his droning on and attempting to butter Celestia up- offering her no less than three pumpkin pies- was grating.

Three pies that had quickly added a half inch to her midsection as they swelled her stomach.

She waved her hoof for him to be silent, having heard enough. A rather pudgy hoof, so it would seem- Celestia was far from fit. Her whole figure was coated with fat, with wide flanks, a substantial rear, and a belly that spilled into her lap. Her gluttony was well known, the mark of a bored mare without much else to do than eat herself stupid whenever she could.

Not like she needed to work out to listen to ponies from the throne anyway.

“So, you say that you will require more capital next season to purchase your daughter a dress for the Gala?” She inquires, and he nods.

“Then it will be provided by the state, there’s no need for any reduction in the levies.”

Celestia relaxed slightly, sitting back and allowing her obese middle to distend slightly as she let those words settle in the stallions mind. He was forced into her favourite position- denied what he truly wanted, yet forced to thank Celestia for her generosity. The price of a Gala dress was trivial compared to that levy, it was foolish of him to attempt to argue this.

Once he departed, Celestia turned to her guards, “Clean up these pie tins, and have dinner sent to my quarters.”

The guard seemed surprised for a moment, and she rolled her eyes. “Get it done or I’ll just eat you.”

With that, she smiled devilishly and slipped out of the throne, making a slight “oof” as her hooves hit the floor and her belly wobbled below her. She felt… full, but no matter- she wanted a meal, and so she would have one.

——
An hour later, and Princess Celestia has finished her meal, sitting back against a pile of pillows and taking slow breaths. At this point, one could say she was stuffed, and quite happily slow as her stomach gently groans, satisfied and setting to digest her pies and a heavy meal of potatoes and vegetable stew. Commoner food, sure, but certainly filling.

It is then that she feels… a presence. A danger, and she lethargically leans her head to look towards the door. Soon enough the handle turns, and the ancient hinges creak noisily as it opens and she prepares herself…

… for her sister.

Who, apparently, had dressed as her.

“Luna? They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but you’re far too thin to pass as a mare as curvy as I am.”

Luna steps inside, and shakes her head as she looks to her bloated sister. “Your lack of discipline is nothing to joke about, sister. What are the common ponies supposed to think when their monarch is an obese hedonist that consumes as much as a household does in a week- daily?”

Celestia shrugs, and groans slightly as the movement upsets her stomach and she belches. “They.. would be wise to recall how much of a surplus Equestria runs- and who it is that raises the sun for their crops.”

Luna rolls her eyes as she approaches, “I expected when I had returned you would have grown past this. Your… lack of restraint is something the common ponies have gotten used to, but I refuse to accept it.”

She suddenly smiles, and Celestia gets the feeling something was amiss. Alas, she was too bloated and lethargic to do much, and simply watched as she let the pieces fall where they may. Luna was probably just going to make fun of her…

Celestia sighed, pre-empting her as she pats her engorged belly. “Mmm, you can accept it or not, Luna, but I’m fat- I’ll always be fat- and damned if I can’t find stallions that like it when I feel like trying…”


The obese alicorn hiccups, and groans softly. She’d overdone it tonight…

Which is exactly what Luna had hoped for, as she comes up close to Celestia- holding… a bag, a round the size of her head, that she pulled a chocolate bar out of and dropped on Celestia’s stomach before placing the bag before her.

“Very well, sister. If you insist on gorging yourself into oblivion- I have a challenge for you.”

Luna grins, and taps Celestia’s belly- leading her to release a deep rumbling burp and then lean back, moaning in pleasure from the released pressure.

“You are too consume everything in this bag.”

Celestia simply snorted in return, “Luna, this is hardly a challenge even for you- what’s the catch?” She asks.

The Daybreaker-disguised alicorn smiles mischievously back at her. “There is no catch, Celestia- but be warned, all of the candy I was given tonight is in that bag.”

Celestia looks to it, and then to her sister, slightly bleary eyed from her stuffing. “Then you have apparently had a poor night,” she responds, and unwraps the chocolate bar, her horn shimmering as she does it magically, not even moving her hooves as she puts it to her lips, and eyes Luna as she swallows it. Whole.

“That is disgusting,” Luna responds, and steps away. “I would be right to call you a pig.”

Celestia laughs, even as she feels her stomach turn slightly sore from the addition of an entire chocolate bar. “To call me a pig…” she swallows, and hiccups again, “… would be unbecoming. I am…”

She giggles, “I am a cow, Luna. Much bigger than any pig.”

Luna scowls at her, as she sat down on Celestia’s bed and looked towards her heavy sister. “Sister, if you keep up as you are you will outdo even a cow.”

The fattened mare laughed, her body wobbling as she did, and then gasped as her stomach groaned and her cheeks turned green. She groaned deeply, and then it was Luna’s turn to laugh.

“You have eaten yourself sick, I suppose I should collect my bag then- my lesson is…”

Celestia thrust out a hoof. “I have not let any mild sickness stop me from food before, Luna. You are far from the first who has tried to offer me food to prove a point.”

She sticks her hoof into that bad, and then squints her eyes. It felt… oddly deep, and as she wiggles her hoof around in there she feels what seems to be the top of… a large pile? Pill it closer she- carefully- leans over and looks inside.

“Luna… how much candy is in here?” She asks, slightly fearful. A bag of holding… but holding how much?

“Seven hundred pounds.”

Celestia blinks, and glances between Luna and the bag, gasping.“S-Seven hundred pounds?!?! How did you even manage to get all that?”

Luna leans out from the bed, grinning. “That is for me to know, Sister, and for you to wonder. I dare say that much candy is too much for you even on an empty stomach.”

Celestia looks to the bag again, and her stomach groans. The chocolate was not settling well… simply making her sore as it mixed poorly with her rich and heavy dinner. Regardless, she grits her teeth and pulls out a comically long package of liquorice. Applying a subtle spell to her body before she takes it in her teeth, she takes a deep breath. Victory… was not going to come easy. She begins to suck on it, pulling it into herself as Luna watches.

“You cannot seriously be about to try what I think you are,” Luna comments. “No mare can possibly consume that much candy without exploding or… something worse, perhaps. Think of your health!”

Celestia forces it down with a heavy gulp, belching wetly following that and taking a quick breath. “I am no mare, Luna. I am Princess Celestia.”

She jams her hoof into the bag, “And I am going to eat every…”

She pulls out an entire pile of candy, dropping it on her belly as her magic unwraps them and puts them into her mouth.

“Single… thing.”

———

Celestia continues at this pace for a full half hour, laying her hooves limp at her side, laying back, and yanking candy from that bag. Entirely limp and using absolutely no effort as she tries to ignore the pain of her already sore gut as she stuffs calories and sugar into it, instead trying to focus on the pleasure of the sugar as waves of it passed through her mouth and over her tongue. She doesn’t let herself pause, knowing if she does she’ll feel that pain, pushing herself on, and on- managing to consume what must have been a full fifty pounds of candy as her belly inches outwards, growing one fifth larger- and a fair bit greener- than it had begun.

It’s also starting to gurgle, making bubbling noises and wet churning sounds as it goes into emergency mode, trying to digest the food being forced into it faster than it’s actually able.

Luna watches, laying on Celestia’s bed. It’s like… watching a train wreck, except the station master keeps sending in more trains. “Sister, do you have no shame? You have consumed enough candy to constitute an entire meal- several actually- if it were actually something of any nutritional value. Your stomach is green- how can you force yourself to continue?”

Celestia paused, taking deep and slow breaths and she tried to keep her stomach pain manageable. It definitely /hurt/. Waves of soreness washing up and down, and she can feel the pressure at the bottom of her esophagus as she barely controls her purge response to the overwhelming load of food.

“Because…” she says, before wincing and rubbing her swollen belly. “… I am a pig,” she starts, flushing slightly. “I… I just can’t stop eating.”

That felt… bizarrely good to say, and she rubs along her huge belly. It wasn’t taut- a surprise to herself- but definitely full.

“Sister you certainly have an addiction, but if you stop now I can help you before you eat yourself until you’re too fat to move.”

Celestia gasped, and her eyes shot open, an image of her- useless, obese, lying in bed… immobile… in her head.

She returned to eating- at a faster pace than before.

——

Celestia managed to- quite literally- stuff herself for a full hour following that small pause. Her pace was commendable, with her magic working overtime. At this point she /needed/ to use it, as her limbs had become almost numb and a haze fell over here, her eyes bleary and her focus long since lost as her gut bloats outwards.

Images and fantasies dance through her mind, imagining what she must look like- like a great white fur-coated beach ball attached to a fat mare- and imagining what all this will do to her. She has been fat her entire life, obese for the last few decades, but had never really… paid attention to her. Her size was just an abstract fact of life, but now that she faced it- and thought of it getting ‘worse’… she lost herself to fantasy. Luna speaking breaks her out of the haze, and she inhales sharply, realizing how badly her several-foot swollen stomach hurt by this point. It’s gotten to the point where it’s mostly just a numb and constant feeling of sickness, but it is certainly not a good feeling. Only continued eating kept it at bay, and she is busy swallowing dozens of small candies when Luna rambles.

“Sister, you have consumed enough food that your stomach is as large as I am. I think it’s time that you sto-…”

Luna is pinned to the bed by a surprisingly powerful magic force as she attempts to rise, and Celestia breaths deeply to speak, her words somewhat wheezing and almost pained. “I… am going to keep eating, Luna…” she gasps, “… and I’m going to get fatter…”

She blushes and moans, “I’ll be… an /elephant/.”

And so her gorge continues.

——
For a further hour she streams food into her gullet, pound after pound and thousand of calories becoming hundreds of thousands. Her weight becomes less fat, and more food, as her stomach bloats out from merely inches distended earlier became literally meters of red and green tinged bloat. Yet even still, it remains… soft. Perhaps it is her alicorn nature, or perhaps her capacity is simply this great, but her stomach has never gotten to a dangerous level of tight, nor has it become stretchmarked. It wobbles, almost like a fur-coated waterballoon, as it rumbles deeply with almost un-natural sounds of digestion.

It is then that Celestia swallows- and feels nothing go down her throat. She opens her eyes, unable to even see Luna past the enormously swollen curve of her stomach as it pushes her legs apart and stands ahead of her. She breaths deeply, slowly, and feels…

… good.

“I…” she gasps, “did it…”

Luna has been watching all the while, and becomes furious. Her attempt to finally break her sister, to prove to her how much she needed to change- had backfired entirely. She slips out of the bed, slaps Celestia’s belly- resulting in an almost sexual moan from the mare- and scowls at her.

“You accomplished a fools task, gorging yourself like… some sort of candy monster. Very well, if I can’t prove my point like this, perhaps /this/ will make you see some wisdom.”

Luna goes for the nuclear option, and her magic overtakes Celestia’s form- the food-balloon alicorn too lethargic to protest as it happens… and her stomach begins to shrink. Slowly but surely, with her panting rapidly as a strange feeling overtakes her body, her bloat begins to reverse.

The rest of her, however, does anything but. Her flanks edge out, inch by inch, and her neck thickens. Her stomach shrinks, but her /belly/ grows, and layers of fat partially replace the distended bloat. Her limbs thicken, and her ass grows enough that she begins to slowly lift upwards. The half a million calories inside her are forced to digest, and Celestia flushes hotly as the strange feeling becomes… a good feeling. A /very/ good feeling, as if her whole body was becoming hyper erogenous and, for that matter, there was /more/ of her body as time went on. Luna continues regardless even as Celestia moans in delight.

When all is said and done, her size has at least quintupled, leaving the obese mare as an obviously immobile, beyond morbidly obese, fattened whale of a pony. It’s a few minutes before her mind clears and she realizes what has happened, and she slaps her hooves to herself, feeling up her massive body as she sits there. Her position is raised a good foot in the air, as her belly- fat now, not full- extends out three feet. Her neck is wider, she has a trio of thick wobbling chins, and her flanks are definitely not fitting through any doors. Her barrel is now no barrel- it’s an industrial water tank.

“L-Luuuna…” she speaks, her voice husky as she pinches at her belly fat, wobbling it.

Luna steps forwarded expecting and hoping for Celestia to beg for her assistance to get fit again, but finds herself facing a fattened smile instead.

“… do you have any more candy?”