Full Moon and Rising Sun by nonsequitur

Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13431406/

“It’s not…all that noticeable, is it?” Luna said aloud, although she wasn’t trying to convince anyone in particular as much as herself as she stared at her reflection in a mirror. The mirror in question was exquisitely ornate in its design, its frame carved out of black iron in curled tips resembling the horns of the crescent moon, its surface perfectly smooth and polished. Many a time had the princess of the night looked at herself in this reflective plain before beginning her nightly duties, ensuring that she was wearing her proper dress, and, just as a passing thought, admiring the shapeliness of her figure.

      Not this time. Although the mirror was tall enough to include the alicorn’s whole height in its surface, including the tip of her long, pointed horn, it was barely more than half that in width. Before, this had hardly been a problem, but now she was only able to see a portion of herself reflected back in the surface, on account of the fact that she had gone from being lithe and curvaceous to absolutely obese.

      “I didn’t realize that this Nightmare Night had been so…so delicious…” she mumbled to herself, looking down at her belly, the dark blue glob spilling out from her abdomen like an apron of her own flesh that hung past her knees, and the sagging slope was so wide that its sides couldn’t be contained in the mirror’s image. “I just couldn’t help myself.” She lifted up the swollen gut, using the squishy folds of flesh lining its sides as handles, momentarily feeling cool air wafting against its underside and her legs. She wanted to be upset, but she couldn’t completely suppress this feeling of elation at the thought of how she had stuffed herself silly with candy the night before.

      Of course, in looking at her belly she also had to take notice of her chest, which before had been of no inconsiderable size, but now her blue breasts were each bigger than her head, bigger than overripe melons. She was lucky that, out of all the clothes she needed, she had at least been able to find a fitting bra, a lacy white and pink garment that had most likely belonged to her sister, but even though she had managed to lock the clasps together it was an extremely tight fit, flesh bulging around the edges of the cups as the straps dug into her skin. Just looking at them made her cheeks redden into dark purple as she remembered when she first woke up and held them in her hands, finding that she couldn’t even hold their full mass in her fingers.

      “Well…it’s not that much of an inconvenience,” the massive mare said, mustering confidence and determination in her voice as she looked back upward, meeting the eyes of her reflection, while trying to ignore how her face had become crowded by her puffy cheeks and her neck swallowed in tiered layers of flab. “As a princess, I must fulfill my royal duties, no matter what obstacles may try to get in the way. I’ll just…figure something out later…after I have something to eat.” And so she turned around – or rather, began the process of doing so, as her balance was uncertain, and her hooves shuffled about in a slow, waddling arc, producing loud stomps with each step – and then walked away, hoping she could find something else that would help make herself decent.

      As she left, the mirror was able to contain more of her retreating figure, but even when the flab-laden sides of her torso were visible, her back lined with sagging folds beneath her furled wings and the flowing ethereal mass of blue and twinkling specks that was her mane, her body was still not truly entirely encapsulated in the reflection. She had to step away even farther for it to gain a full view of her gargantuan legs, the limbs swaddled in thick layers of fat that weighed upon each other – thighs over calves, calves over ankles – becoming massive pillars of flesh that were forced by their own bulk to grind against each other as she walked. All of this led up to her rear, a pair of colossal buttocks that defied conventions, the gigantic globes jutting out behind her in a glacial shelf of flesh and sagging downward, jiggling and wobbling profusely with every sauntering step she took, while her tail, made of the same shimmering energy as her hair, swayed from side to side. Her hips flared out to either side of her torso in broad, sloping hills, her cutie marks upon her flanks having been stretched out into huge inky pools with pale crescent moons at their centers, and each of the cheeks alone was wide enough to rival her height.

      Luna hadn’t noticed how bottom-heavy she was, the sheer fullness of her twin moons, as she bent over and began to sift through the contents of a dresser for the dozenth time, but she was going to be in for a rude awakening when she needed to leave her sleeping chambers through the door that wasn’t even as wide as one of her titanic thighs.


Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13469330/

“So what exactly is the problem here?”

      Luna looked up at her sister with disbelief and no small amount of anger. “The problem?!” she repeated, losing her royal composure as she clung tighter to the blankets that were wrapped around herself, “What do you think the problem is?” She glanced downward, just momentarily, her chin sinking further into the mass of her chin, toward her lower body, the huge, swollen curves of which were evident even beneath the layer of cloth she had wrapped around herself, and couldn’t quite cover the farthest reaches of her thighs as she sat down, the black edges of her cutie mark peeking out from underneath. “This…all of this is the problem!”

      “And?” Celestia asked plainly.

      The dark alicorn could only stare at her blankly, her mouth hanging agape.

      The princess of the sun stood tall over her, and even though, despite her title, she didn’t necessarily radiate light by default she practically appeared to glow in Luna’s gloomy bedroom, her bright, pale form standing out like a sore thumb among all the blacks and blues that her furniture was colored with. She always had a sort of majestic aura around her that commanded one’s attention, possibly because of her broad wings that clearly showed their power and size even when folded behind her back, or because of the tall, pointed horn on her forehead that channeled her godly power, or because of the eternally billowing, flowing rainbows that were her mane and tail, or even simply the dazzling golden crown and collar she wore as her symbols of royalty. Or maybe there was just something inherently grabbing one’s attention about the fact that her breasts were especially well-endowed, a tantalizing view of the melon-sized white globes given by the low neckline of the shimmering golden gown she was wearing over her lithe figure. Most ponies wouldn’t dare look at her directly, but as her sister and fellow princess Luna didn’t have any qualms looking at her face, examining the playful smirk she wore, seemingly without any concern for the situation at hand.

      “Tell me,” she said as she sat down beside her younger sister – fortunately, the massive, circular bed was large enough, and sturdy enough, to hold Luna’s newfound bulk and still have just a little room left over for one of more normal size to sit, although, with how far her hip spread out to her side, Celestia’s face was still several feet away from hers – “what exactly is it that bothers you so much about this?”

      “Well…” Luna began, but she faltered momentarily as she tried to think of singular aspects of this situation that bothered her, let alone finding it bizarre that it was even necessary to explain that there was something about it bothering her at all. “I’m…I’m just huge!” she said, subconsciously clenching the thick, warm folds of her stomach with her fingers beneath the blanket, “It’s ridiculous! I must be bigger than an Ursa Minor! I’m so big that there are no clothes that can possibly fit me! I can’t even go through the door of my own sleeping chambers! And there’s no way I can imagine myself flying like this! This is just going to get in the way of everything that I have to-”

      “That’s not what I’m asking,” Celestia interrupted, still showing the same faint, mysterious smile on her lips, and a glimmer in her violet eyes, “I’m not asking about how it affects all of the things you do, I’m asking how it affects you.” She reached over and placed her hand upon the thick thigh spread out beside her, sinking through the blanket into the cushy mass beneath. “How do you feel about being fat?”

      “I…well…um…” she stuttered, unable to think of any kind of response other than that it was inconvenient, and she looked back down at herself, as much as she was trying to avoid being reminded of her sheer enormity. She became aware again of all the sensations that were overwhelming her body, the tickling of the silky cloth against her vast fields of bare skin, the weight of her flesh pressing down upon itself from her chest to her belly to her legs, and the calming warmth it all filled her with. “I…I’m not sure,” she eventually admitted, and her fingers released their grip on her lovehandles, pressing lightly into the soft, welcoming flab instead of squeezing it.

      “If you ask me,” Celestia said as she stood back on her hooves and sauntered directly in front of her little (and simultaneously bigger) sister, her smile widening as she held a hand to her chin and stroked the underside of her muzzle in thought, her other arm held underneath her bosom, “I think it all looks rather good on you.”

      “What?” Luna replied, although not angered so much as surprised and amazed.

      “I don’t see what’s wrong with a few extra curves,” she said, her eyes subtly shifting back and forth as she scanned over Luna’s immense form, taking in all the little details of her shape, “it only helps to amplify the pleasant shape you had to begin with. And…” She paused, only for a moment. “There’s something about it that just seems…fitting, to me.”

      “Fitting?” she repeated, now showing a hint of irritation at her sister’s perpetually cryptic ways, “What in Equestria’s name is so fitting about all of this?”

      “You are the princess of the night, are you not? Do you not represent the moon in the sky?” Celestia tilted her head slightly to the side, and her multicolored mane obscured one of her eyes, but she continued before there was any kind of response. “Is it not appropriate that you be as full, round, and colossal as your namesake? Especially when you have…” She chuckled once under her breath. “…such large moons of your own right behind you?”

      Luna only furrowed her eyebrows at this, but, as she thought for a moment, remembering some of the common lingo that was now spoken in this modern age, she couldn’t help but break into a smile and start laughing to herself as well, sending ripples through her overflowing flesh. “It is rather humorous now that I think about it,” she said, still somewhat doubtful but noticeably calmer about the situation, “especially with Nightmare Night, having all of that…candy.” The thought of food, however insubstantial and saccharine it might be, elicited a rumble from the depths of her stomach, a reminder of her hunger.

      “It makes me curious though…” Celestia’s voice softened somewhat as she bent forward and extended a finger toward her sister to gently prod her belly, a sliver of dark blue visible with the blanket cocoon having been loosened somewhat. “…what it must feel like to be so…voluptuous.”

      “Sister…what are you talking about?” Luna asked, but deep down she already knew what the answer was, and it made her eyes widen.

      “I don’t see any reason why the sun – such a luxurious figure – shouldn’t be equally rounded and full, do you?” Her grin was beginning to widen as a bright golden light enveloped her horn, pulsating with emanations of arcane magic that only an ancient pony such as her would be capable of knowing, let alone recreating. “And I especially don’t see why the sun would ever be dwarfed by the moon.”

      Luna shouted in alarm when a beam shot out from Celestia’s horn and struck her squarely in the chest, memories flashing through her mind of her banishment centuries ago, but it didn’t cause any kind of pain, only covered her in a strange tingling sensation that spread across her entire form and then seeped inside her. Once she had become completely encapsulated by the golden glow, it seemed to suck itself out of her just as quickly as it had come, retreating to Celestia, who now herself appeared to be bathed in a luminous light, growing more intense with every passing second, and her mane and tail began to billow all around her as if caught in the winds of a storm. This culminated in a bright white flash, prompting Luna to shield her eyes as the entire room lit up, almost as if the sun itself really had been brought down from the sky to fill the confined space, and somewhere within the blinding void there could be heard the sounds of cloth ripping asunder.

      “Oh my,” a voice said, the syllables stretched out articulately, while she rubbed her eyes, aching and bleary even after the glow dimmed, “this is…different.” It clearly sounded like Celestia, but the timbre was slightly different, with a deep, reverberating quality, and, even more unusual, punctuated with a soft giggling, like an excitable young filly, something she hadn’t been for well over a millennium. “Although I ought to have anticipated that this would have an adverse effect on my dress. No matter, it’s a small fix.”

      After much blinking, Luna’s vision finally cleared up enough that she could see properly, and she was greeted with the sight of two massive buttocks directly in front of her, bulbous globes of flesh covered in snowy white fur. While not nearly as colossal as hers, they were still incredibly large in their own right, wider than a tree trunk, and certainly several times wider than the average pony’s entire body, and the legs supporting them were no less elephantine in girth, swollen columns sagging over themselves all the way down to their hooves. A flowing tail of shifting rainbow light sprouted from between the apexes of these twin cheeks, and above it there was a steep hill lined with thick rolls of flab resting one atop the other, and hanging over them was a broad pair of feathery wings and another billowing mass of rainbow hair. On the other side of the gigantic figure, however, there was a truly monstrous shape composed of the white flesh, so large that it stretched out for several feet to either side, but it didn’t appear to be the belly – it connected higher on the torso than that.

      The engorged alicorn’s horn glowed with light once again, and several scraps of ripped cloth rose up from the floor of their own accord, flying out to land against her body in a seemingly random pattern. It was comical to think that these little yellow shreds could even begin to cover the sheer acres of pale flab, but, all of a sudden, they began to grow, stretching out to cross more space and eventually bridge the gaps between each other, leaving openings for the tail and wings, and reforming into the shape of an elegant flowing gown, familiar in its shape but greatly expanded in its surface area. “There, that’s a little more manageable,” Celestia said, and she began to turn around laboriously, her form jiggling and wobbling beneath the shimmering surface of her gown like a living mold of gelatin, carrying with her the monumental object that was mounted on her front.

      As she turned, bringing her face to meet with Luna’s again, it became clear that that this object was in fact not one but actually two closely packed together: the most ponderously vast breasts that she had ever seen in her long, long life, perhaps the biggest that had ever existed at any point in the history of Equestria, or any country that had come before it. They hung down far, far over her waist, just barely hovering above the floor when she stood at her full height, and at their widest their combined breadth was significantly greater than she was tall, and the cavernous depths of cleavage exposed by the substantially lowered neckline of her dress looked large enough to contain an entire family of ponies. Everything below her shoulders was completely obscured beneath the mammoth bosom, although it was clear from how they jutted out in front of her before beginning to slope downward that beneath her there wasn’t merely a flat stomach but a thick shelf of belly, likely hanging as far down as her knees.

      “I don’t see any harm in trying this out for a few days,” the sun goddess said, almost shockingly nonchalant, as her face returned to her slight smile, albeit crowded somewhat by the plump cheeks on either side of her muzzle and the thick rolls swaddling her neck and chin, “at least now it won’t seem so strange for me to indulge my own appetite for sugary delights.” She chuckled, a deep rumbling within the layers upon layers of flesh that were piled upon her voluminous chest, and she stroked the thick lovehandles lining her sides. “What do you think, dear Luna?”

      Luna was speechless, frozen stock still; she didn’t even notice that she’d let go of her blanket covering, allowing it to slip off from around her shoulders and pool on the broad shelf of her buttocks and hips so that her enlarged torso was visible, her bottom-heavy figure in stark contrast to the white titan of tits in front of her. She was struck with a multitude of different emotions in regard to this situation that she didn’t know how to sort out, between her bafflement that Celestia would be so willing to go through with something like this, her embarrassment at the display of the sheer amount of skin bared before her eyes, or, somewhere deep down, the beginnings of a strange feeling of jealousy. At the moment, however, she could only think of one detail – the entire reason that she had called for the other princess to come to her in the first place.

      “But…sister...” she said exasperatedly, “now neither of us can fit through the door!”

      Celestia blinked once, before glancing upward, looking over to the other side of the room where the walls painted black with twinkling stars gave way to a large gateway, which she had passed through with ease earlier but now would be unlikely to accommodate even one of her massive breasts. She then looked back down at Luna, seeing that her width was similarly pronounced, and her arms were crossed over her chest. “Oh…” she said, her grand, authoritative tone seeming to deflate as the air rushed out of her lips, and her smile widened, albeit into a nervous, sheepish one. “Whoops…?”