Diplomatic Gesture RP [Anthro Cadance/Shining Armor stuffing

The winter in Equestria was, this year, proving to be especially long and harsh. The long cycles and patterns of weather management required that every ten years the winter be much longer than usual, and much colder as well, especially for Canterlot itself in order to keep the population of some tree parasites at bay and ensure the soil was ready for another year of growing.

In essense: It was cold, and it wasn't going to get warm any time soon. Not even Celestia or Luna could do anything about it, as they knew full well the consequences of that. So it is that those with the means had more often than not escaped to warmer climates.

Prince Shining Armour and Princess Cadance are amongst them, as this effect was all the more apparent in the presently deep-frozen Crystal Empire. Normally they retained a year round warmth, but that wouldn't be a possibility this year, and by January Cadance had simply had enough. A hasty trip was planned by Shining, and he took advantage of the fact that they'd never been to Saddle Arabia before to make this into a diplomatic gesture.

They'd been on an airship for two days now, and finally reached within sight of the Saddle Arabian coastline. Even a thousand feet in the air the temperature was warm, bordering on hot, and the thick cotton shirt Shining was wearing was clearly not going to do for the climate- not to mention the fashions. Something that Cadance knew more than him- Shining was sharp, but never much for fashion.

So it is that her handsome man was standing on the bow of their airship, watching as the coast approached. His clothing might fit in Equestria, the tight jean-shorts and t-shirt appealing even, but in Saddle Arabia it was peasantry and would be almost an insult. Thankfully Cadance had stocked a substantial wardrobe...

... but she found a problem: She'd put on some winter weight, and the fine Saddle Arabian silken wear she had was proving difficult to fit on her already-curvy body. She had planned ahead for her ample curves- especially as far as her always appealing oversized bosom, but needed a hand she trusted to help get into things.

So it is that she came onto the deck, wearing her sleeping gown, and approached him from behind. She was never one to be shy about her body- but she wasn't going to let any servant see her like this either.


“Darling...” she said, as she placed both hands on Shining’s shoulders. “Can you come back to our room for a minute? We really ought to change now. I have some _wonderful_ outfits that will help us fit in better with our gracious hosts.”

“Okay,” Shining answered, but he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Cadance leaned forward. She was slightly shorter than her husband, just tall enough to rest her chin on his broad shoulder, which she did just then. Her arms, she wrapped around his chest.

“It’s just...” Shining turned his head to meet her eyes. “This is one of those things I thought I’d get when I grew up, but I just never really did. When I have to have you pick out my clothes, it feels like I’m still a little colt, letting my mom dress me.”

“Well, dear, I have a little _problem_ you could help with, to take your mind off that. Remember how I put on a little weight this winter, Shining?”

“I... have no idea what you’re talking about, honey.”

Cadance leaned even further forward, squeezing her husband in her arms—and pressing her whole upper body against him. Her slight belly pudge squished against the small of his back, while her much larger breasts smushed against his shoulder blades and spread out to the sides, pressing against her own arms. “Feel that?” she said, lowering her voice. “Can’t you feel how _fat_ I am?” She rocked back and forth slightly on her feet, making sure her husband could feel every jiggle of her body through the two thin layers of cotton.

Shining’s ears were perked up, and it was obvious it was taking all his self-control to avoid breaking into a goofy grin. “I definitely feel something, honey.”

“The problem is,” Cadance said, squishing her chest a little harder into Shining’s back, “I bought my Saddle Arabian ensemble before gaining all this weight.” She rocked on her feet again, jiggling some more. “I think I can still fit into it...” _Squish._ “But I’ll need some hands-on help from a handsome, strong knight.” _Jiggle jiggle._ “So, do you think you can help?”


Shining turned to her, a rapid and elegant military pivot, and gently placed his hands on Cadance's hips. Squishing them gently, he leaned down and gave the woman a firm kiss on the lips.

"Stroking my ego, beautiful? Are you trying to butter me up for something...." Shining mused and slipped away a hand to put to her chin, gently tilting Cadance's pretty face upwards to meet his eye. "... I can help, I just hope you picked out something sexier than my mom would have," he continued, his mind still fixated on the semi-embarassment of his lack of fashion sense.

The strength in his movements, even subtle ones such as these, was easily apparent. Cadance lived a life of opulant pampering and hedonism, and rarely did anything more physically than walk at her own pace- often simply from the bedchamber to the throne room and back. Their bodies as such contrasted vastly, with her shorter body overshadows by Shining's tall and masculine stature. His horn is ever so slightly longer as well- although for her height Cadance is above average by an inch or two.

Something that seemed to a running theme with her curvy body.

"Let's get dressed then, I did hear that Saddle Arabian's are... revealing with their outfits," Shining spoke, and gently took her hand to lead her past the staring ship crew back to their quarters. Behind him, the sun reached the mid-morning point, and the temperature already seemed to increase.


As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Cadance turned away from her husband and stood in place. The cue was clear, and Shining’s hand quickly went to the zipper on the back of her nightgown, right between the bases of her wings. Resisting the urge to rip the entire gown off Cadance right then and there, he instead unzipped it as slowly as he could. Cadance moaned with pleasure as inch after inch of her back was exposed—then moaned again as her husband reached through the unzipped opening with his free hand, wrapping around her body to cup one of her breasts. His fingers sank into that soft, pink mammary as he gave a gentle squeeze.

Soon enough, the nightgown fell off Cadance entirely, and she stood there completely nude. Even without any undergarments, alicorn magic kept her breasts perkier than a pair of E-cups had any right to be. As Shining continued fondling one of those breasts, his other hand crept down to Cadance’s belly, tracing the slight curve of her “winter weight”.

“Are you sure you _have_ to get dressed now?” he asked.

“Of course, not, silly.” Cadance then spun out of his grasp and reached for her husband’s waist. “I need to get _you_ changed, first!” She grabbed the lower hem of Shining’s t-shirt and pulled up, revealing his muscular abs and chest almost as slowly as Shining had unzipped her a bit ago. As she pulled up, she made sure to keep her arms close together—squishing her boobs between them, giving her husband an eyeful of jiggly, bouncing cleavage. As soon as the t-shirt was off, she unzipped his shorts and slid those down his thick legs. Finally, Shining was standing there, clad in just his Power Ponies boxer shorts.

Cadance’s horn lit up, closet door opened, and several items of clothing hovered out.

The outfit chosen for Shining, hanging in the air before him, was made of a white dress shirt and golden trim- literal gold, as fitting his status as a Prince of Equestria. It was made of a very thin and soft silk that was half see through, thick enough to cover his body but thin enough to let a breeze flow through easily. The sleeves were short and blue, and could be unfurled to cover the whole arm- but for todays weather were better off rolled up.

The pants were simply and black, made of a similar but more opaque material, with an ornamental small silver dagger to again be visual evidence of Shining's high station in Equestria.

Shining reached out for one piece of the ensemble. "I haven't worn a dagger since I was in the guard, always made me feel manly..." he mused, and unsheathed it to inspect the silver. This outfit was definitely on the expensive side of things- but wealth was something to flaunt openly in Saddle Arabia, and the better they could do that, the more respect Equestria would gain by extension.

At the very least, Shining proved capable of physically dressing himself, and he reached out for the floating outfit to put it on. The buttons he soon found out were made of an interesting feeling pearl material, he wasn't quite sure what it was but there was no doubt in his mind that it was expensive.

"I hope we're not going to end up in debt to Celestia for all this..." he commented, as he began to button up the shirt- and soon found himself helped by Cadance's own magic. It fit well on his body, and revealed almost all of it thanks to the translucency of the material. His muscled middle and chest were well on display for anyone that would look.

The pants slipped on quite easily, one leg at a time, and he struck a slight pose- flexing the muscles of his solid limbs for Cadance's amusement and pleasure. "You look like you want to marry me again..." Shining teased, "You know... it's common in Saddle Arabia for a man like me to have a whole harem- but you get me all to yourself..."

She was leering at him, quite openly, and didn't even seem to mind that Shining had been speaking straight to her heavy breasts. She may be beautiful all around, but the male gaze was as easy to direct as the male mind.

"Shining, dear, I simply put up the palace as collateral," she spoke, which soon resulted in a look of terror from the stallion before Cadance grinned and giggled softly. This, of course, made her jiggle.

"You're too easy," she teased, and gave him a peck on the cheeks before stepping away to collect her own outfit, and her breasts swung with her spin. They were large enough to be visible from behind her, something Shining had always adored.

Cadance's rear end wasn't anything to scoff at either, a nice plump butt that had grown an inch over the last few months, and the curves of her hips and legs had gone from attractive to delightfully feminine. Shining did, indeed, stare.

She bent over and wiggled her hips from side to side, as if looking for something on the closet floor. Her outfit wasn’t on the floor, and both ponies knew that—but Shining appreciated this little show all the same, Cadance’s soft cheeks bouncing slightly as she pretended to search.

“Ah, here we are!” Cadance grabbed her outfit—hanging on the rack right next to where Shining’s had been—stood up, and spun back around. Her chest shook, taking several seconds longer than the rest of Cadance to stop moving.

Shining tore his eyes away from his wife’s rack, looking at last at her outfit. “Um... honey, as much as I’d _love_ to see you in that... are you sure you didn’t buy a harem outfit or belly dancer’s costume by mistake?”

There was a sleeveless silk sundress, with intricate patterns woven into the collar (reaching almost to the neck) and hemline (reaching almost to the ankles). It would have been a very conservative design, if everything between the collar and the hem weren’t just as translucent as Shining’s own shirt. If anything, this gauzy dress was even _more_ see-through. Two more garments were included as slight concessions to modesty: a bottom which would cover only slightly more than a pair of panties, and a top which might have actually been just a strapless bra. Both were black, with dazzling red jeweled arranged in eye-catching patterns over them. The largest jewel was in the strapless top—adorning the fastener between the two cups.

Cadance responded with a simple boop on Shining's nose. "Belly dancers wear even less," she returned, and then took his hands. For a moment they held eachother lovingly... before Shining gave her a firm push and the mare made a soft eeping noise as she fell backwards on the bed.

Shining soon loomed over her, a position she was quite familiar with. "You really did get fat, you've lost your thigh gap," Shining noted, as he spread Cadance's thickened legs and pulled up that bottom.

"... not that you had much of one to begin with," he soon added, and yanked it right up to where it should be. Cadance's recently added poundage squished and bulged around it, covering up the rim ever so slightly.

He then slapped his hands to either of her thighs, and squished her meaty hips with his fingers as he grinned at her lecherously. "Keep this up and you're going to outweigh my sister."

Soon a soft noise broke him out of his loving teasing, as Cadance's stomach growled quietly. It wasn't as demanding a thing as Twilight Sparkle's gut- not yet- but it was clearly unhappy with the lack of any snacks recently. Shining met this with a simple tilt of the brow and took her hands.

With ample strength, he yanked her back up to a standing position, and her body wobbled in place.

He then unfastened the top and brought it around Cadance’s back. _Goodbye for now, my lovelies,_ he thought, his eyes lingering on his wife’s nipples. _I’ll see you again tonight._ He wrapped the top around Cadance’s chest, squeezing those breasts together as the cups fit over...

It wouldn’t reach.

“Huh,” Shining said, staring at the gap between the hook in his one hand and corresponding loop in his other. He pulled them together again, harder this time—the bra squeezed into Cadance’s breasts, pushing them up until they almost resembled rising bread dough. But still, it wouldn’t close.

“I... wasn’t kidding when I said I needed your help,” Cadance said, a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Wow, you really did gain weight this winter.” Again and again, Shining tried to pull the fastener together. Her breasts bounced and shook with every attempt, but the bra stubbornly refused to close. “Can you do it again, next year?”

“Maybe...” Cadance placed one hand on Shining’s chest, then grabbed his collar, though not quite hard enough to wrinkle his shirt. “But only if you can actually get this damn thing to fit, buster.”

Her mammaries jiggled some more and Shining continued straining. “Yeah, but... It’s like trying to pack a whole week’s worth of clothes in an overnight bag. Wait, that’s it!”

Once more, Shining effortlessly picked Cadance up and laid her down on the bed. He straddled her waist and leaned over her, placing a hand on each breast. Then he pushed down, his hands squeezing deep into those pink mounds, until she sank a few inches into the mattress. With his telekinesis, he tried once again to wrap the top around—and still it was just short.

“It’s almost there,” Shining said. “Just breathe out, and don’t breathe back in until I say so!”

Cadance nodded, and exhaled.

“Ha!” The hook finally slipped into the loop and held fast. “Done!” Shining stepped off the bed and surveyed his work. “It fits great, honey.”

Cadance sat back up as she resumed breathing. The top dug several inches into her breasts even when she exhaled—when he inhaled, even more of that soft, pink flesh spilled out of the cups. Then—

_Snap!_

The fastener broke completely. The top fell away, Cadance’s breasts bouncing as if overjoyed at their newfound freedom. That large red jewel, set between the cups, blasted across the room and ricocheted off the wall—and it would have collided with the back of Shining’s head if Cadance hadn’t caught it in her telekinesis.

“Uh-oh,” Shining said. “I hope you kept the receipt.”

Ignoring that, Cadance examined the busted top, focusing on the spots where the fastener had torn off. “I can fix this,” she said, looking up at Shining with a smile, her breasts jiggling again even from that small motion. “I can reattach the fastener, and adjust it so it’ll fit this time!”

Five minutes of simple sewing later, and the top slid onto Cadance as easily as the bottom had. Her breasts still squished over the edges—the whole thing was still a cup size too small, or maybe two—but now she could breathe without breaking anything.

“Much better!” Cadance said. Then she slipped the sundress over it, covering absolutely nothing.

Shining was, at this point, nearly drooling. He had been wed to Cadance for close to a year by this point however, and the perfection of her body had long since become something normal to him. Despite that, her recent weight gain had pushed a 10/10 body to an 11/10, and an 11/10 that was barely even covered up considering her fashionable wear.

The final element to their wardrobe was, of course, footwear. Shining got a nice pair of gleaming black boots that would probably prove to be stiflingly hot, but such was fashion. Cadance, however, got a pair of sexy looking heels that would leave her well pedicured feet quite free.

Since she was still sitting on the bed, Shining took it upon himself to finish the ensemble and reached down to lift her leg as he levitated one over. "Are these in fashion, Cadance, or did you get these just to tease me?" he inquired, and provided a gentle kiss to her foot before slipping it on.

He wasn't quite... a foot fetishist, but it fit the situation. The second heel was soon on as well, and yanked Cadance back to her feet and reached around to grope her fat ass.

"We should get breakfast in you before we arrive, wouldn't want you to end up eating the greeting party..." he teased, and playfully groped at her ass flesh for a few moments before taking her hand and leading her out. Finally they were set for the day, which was set to begin with breakfast on the deck.

———

A long table had been assembled while they were away, the usual dining table made of solid heavy wood. On top of it was a proper Equestrian breakfast- bacon and eggs with a pitcher of orange juice alongside a pitcher of magically cooled milk. As royalty, Cadance and Shining were always over-provided for and pampered, something that had obviously had effect on her waistline as those oversized meals became, more often than not, devoured by her.

Shining, the gentleman that he was, pulled out her chair. It was pink, and padded with luxuriously soft pillowing.

The fact that she had three plates, and Shining had one, is fair evidence that their servants had taken notice of her growing weight.

And now those same servants noticed Cadance and Shining’s new attire. As they stood to the side, where they could rush in as soon as the Princess or Prince needed anything, their gaze kept flitting over to the bodies beneath the translucent silk. They had the presence of mind not to ogle outright, but a few were already sweating, and not from the morning sun.

Their gaze didn’t escape Cadance and Shining’s notice. After exchanging silent glances, the couple put on a bit of a show. Shining flexed his arm as he reached for his orange juice, until his bicep strained against the shirt sleeve. And Cadance crossed her arms across her torso—just above her belly, pushing her breasts a few inches higher—as she huffed. “_Three_ plates for me?” she said. “Isn’t that a little much?”

Some servants tried to dart forward and remove the offending plates, but Shining waved them away. “Come on, Cadance. Celestia’s personal chefs made this food. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.”

“Oh, Aunt Celly’s chefs? That certainly explains these portions.” Cadance feigned a theatrical sigh, her deep cleavage jiggling as she sat back in her chair. “Fine, I’ll eat it all, this once. But inform the chefs that I want _reasonable_ portions for our next meal.”

She saw a gleam in Shining’s eye, confirming that he had picked up on her implication. “Reasonable portions” was a very vague term.

Shining, to his credit, had always been good at managing his appetite- outside of a small slide just before Cadance had met him. He did however retain a good stomach capacity, and was quickly set into breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast quickly made their way into him as the muscled stallion set about ensuring he had fuel for the day.

Unlike Shining, however, who ate to live- Cadance lived for pleasure. Food was one of life’s many pleasures, and so she ate with a different pacing and speed as she sampled and focused on enjoying as much as she could. As usual she was focused on her meal and the dance of those expertly cooked meals on her tongue and either didn't notice- or didn't care- that Shining kept refilling her plates. Ostensibly, she only had three plates ahead of her, but with his magic flowing food onto them three quickly became six, became nine...

It was not altogether long until Shining had finished his own meal, and lounged back in his chair to release a quiet belch. The stallion was now slightly bloated, enough to get the sense he was comfortably full.

Cadance was still going, and at a faster pace than that. Her belly had swollen a full three inches, and both the milk and juice had been drained half way. Thankfully for her wardrobes sake however their supplies were too limited to /really/ push her limits, and soon enough she cleared the table of breakfast and put it all inside her. Her bloat was substantial, and gave her the appearance of being a few months pregnant.

Just in time for the captain of the airship to arrive, bow, and speak: "We will be landing in five minutes, as you planned Prince Armour- and a delegation is awaiting us."

Shining smiled, he'd "plotted" this on purpose... feeding an extra-heavy breakfast into Cadance just before they landed.

He leaned on his hands over the table, "They have a myth here that Equestrians are all greedy hedonists."
Cadance, despite herself, hiccuped- which led into a deep belch.

"... I wonder why."

———

Cadance descended the gangplank from the airship, and stepped onto the waiting red carpet, with Shining just a few steps behind. The Saddle Arabian honor guard lined each side, standing at stiff attention with ceremonial sabers at their hips. As she walked, Cadance couldn’t help but wonder how much they were enjoying the show; she knew her husband certainly was. Her stuffed belly sloshed to the side slightly with every step, and her breasts jiggled and bounced merrily atop it. Every few steps, she exaggerated the saunter of her hips for Shining’s sake, and she could feel her ass wobble as she did it.

At the end, representatives for Princess Amira and Prince Haakim waited. Cadance had truly done her research: the Saddle Arabian delegates wore outfits very similar to Cadance and Shining’s. Under her transparent sundress, the mare’s ensemble was blue, with white and violet accents—covering a figure less generously proportioned than Cadance’s. The prince’s delegate was roughly the same size as Shining Armor, though his outfit was far more ostentatious: a thick red sash crossed his torso, bearing with dozens of military medals, and his collar had a gold trim to match his epaulettes.

“Welcome, esteemed Equestrian friends!” he said, approaching Shining Armor with wide open arms. The two stallions exchanged the traditional greeting: with hands on each other’s shoulders, they kissed cheeks—or rather, pressed their cheeks together and kissed the air.

“Welcome, Princess of Love, to our beautiful home!” The mare exchanged the same kisses with Cadance—and as both mares leaned forward, the delegate’s comparatively modest chest squished against Cadance’s huge rack. The mare chuckled, then released Cadance’s shoulders and instead grabbed her breasts. “Hmm.... your stallion must be very happy, yes?”

Before Cadance could answer, the mare spun and began walking away. “Come, follow us. So much to do, so much to see...”


Shining winked at the obviously jealous stallions, "Quite happy indeed," he commented- before his manhood was groped in the same way Cadance's breasts were! He should had suspected that, but Cadance would get to see him stiffen and jump in surprise. "Heeey I'm sensitive there!"

"... and she must be happy as well," the Prince soon returned, and both he and the other Saddle Arabian's seemed to be stiffling their laughter at this turn of events. Cadance, in her turn, simply giggled and followed along.

Both she and Shining recieved plenty of looks, not only because of their perfect feminine and masculine bodies, respectively, but because of their foreign nature. That and, obviously, because Cadance was bloated with two gallons of food by volume and it was outright audible.

"When is that food baby due?" Their guide asked, and winked towards Cadance. "Your appetite must rival my mothers, I'll make sure you're provided for!"

She snapped her fingers, and quickly had a servant by her side. Something unknown was whispered and the man was soon sent off to parts unknown, and they soon enough left the line of honour guards onto the street proper.

Saddle Arabia was not anywhere near as egalitarian as Equestria. While there wasn't quite any evil nature to it, society was greatly stratified to the point that, legally, the subjects of the crown were literal property. As such, everyone they passed had something to offer, to the point a street vendor slid his apples for sale off the counter, approached the group, and bowed before them.

The lead representative giggled, "He think's you're with child, Princess- it's polite to offer food to a noble woman who's pregnant," she stated, "... and an insult to refuse, I'm afraid," she continued, as she picked an apple from the basket for herself.

Shining soon stepped up, and picked up an apple to stuff into Cadance's mouth. "We'll take the basket."


As the delegation continued down the street, Cadance continued munching on apples. Every time she finished one, Shining would levitate another one over to her face—and shove it right into her mouth if she paused for too long. Nevertheless, the fruit were crispy, tart, and delicious. Cadance enjoyed every single, belly-filling mouthful.

They entered an intersection, and Cadance turned to look down the cross street. “Oh, honey, look! That street’s just packed with food vendors.”

“Hmm...” Shining smirked as he turned to the stallion representative. “I wonder: could we take a detour down that street and still get to the palace in time for our meeting with Princess Amira? I think my wife wants to sample the local cuisine.”

“No, Shining!”

The other stallion chuckled. “To tell the truth, Princess Amira is occupied with some urgent matters that just arose this morning. So if you _do_ head straight for the palace, you’ll be waiting at least two hours before your audience with her. We might as well do something about Princess Cadance’s hunger.”

“Shining...” Cadance slapped her belly, causing it to jiggle. “I’m not hungry at all. If we have to kill a few hours, let’s instead go—”

“Yes, an excellent suggestion, Prince Shining Armor,” the mare representative cut in. “We are quite proud of our traditional foods.” She grabbed Cadance’s hand and guided her down the other street. “Come, Princess! We have enough to curb even _your_ insatiable appetite.”

“Fine...” Cadance said, the hint of a smile on her lips as she followed.


The street was long and, owing to it being in the capital, rather prosperous looking. Stores selling luxury goods lined the street, and inside the street an open marketplace- a rather busy one at that- filled the space. The vast majority of the open air vendors were selling food, and the entrancy of the noble entourage was heralded with gasps and stares.

Soon enough, one of the vendors waved. "Princess, try my fish!" He pleaded, only for the one next to him to attempt to shout over him. The game soon became clear- they had a chance to get the seal of approval of royalty, and that was worth any amount of free food.  However some of them, noting the entire basket of apples that had gone into the mare, saw the writing on the wall- that mare was not going to stop at mere "sampling" of the local food... Some of them even looked fearful, as they knew refusing a noble was high treason.

Shining spoke soon after, his voice bellowing down the aisle, masculine and proud as he fell back on his military career. "You will form a line," he commanded. "Princess Cadance will sample as she pleases, and you may gaze at her beauty.... but don't touch."

He reached back, took her hand, and pulled the already well-fed mare to that fish vendor... and then started to levitate the fried fish into Cadance's face, whole.

Their hosts were merely following along at this point, "I had heard Equestrian's were greedy, but I had no idea they had such appetites... She truly is insatiable, isn't she?" the mare leading their entourage asked, to which Shining replied simply by reaching around and lifting Cadance's gut to plop it down on the counter.

"In more ways than one," he returned, "You will feed her everything she wants," he continued, a slight air of threat in his voice- there was an unspoken "or else" in that statement.


Cadance accepted as the entire serving of fried fish forced its way into her mouth. She chewed greedily, and swallowed hard enough to make her breasts shake and bounce atop her belly. By the time she had cleared all the fish off the plate, that stomach had expanded a few inches more.

But that was only the beginning. Next up was a dish of brown rice, topped with meatballs and a savory sauce. And it was a large enough serving to feed four stallions. “Thank you so much,” Shining Armor said to the vendor, grabbing the plate and telekinetically shoveling the food into Cadance’s maw. “The Princess really appreciates this. Don’t you, Cadance?”

“Hhrrmm!” Cadance somehow kept pace with the food forcing its way into her, filling her belly larger and larger. And that wasn’t the only part of Cadance growing, now. Her extreme fullness had just kicked her digestion into overdrive, and the first deposits of fat were beginning to appear. Owing to Cadance’s unique physiology, these first deposits were in the same place that most of her winter weight had ended up: her already large breasts grew a whole cup size.

“Yes...” Shining leaned over her shoulder, reaching around with both hands to grope her chest with one hand, and her belly with the other. “You love this, don’t you, darling? You like this dish so much, you want to finish _every last morsel_.” Mouthful after mouthful of rice poured down Cadance’s throat, and Shining could feel her belly and breast pressing back against his hands as they grew.

At last, the plate was empty. Cadance gave an unladylike burp, and Shining gave her one more grope before standing up again. “Next!”

"My darling Princess Cadance, you are all skin and bones," Shining commented as they wobbled onwards to the next vendor- or rather Cadance wobbled, his stance was firm and commanding as he held her arm.

Her arm was, indeed, relatively thin. Coated with a layer of fat, of course, but lacking any real muscle mass which made it appear smaller than it was especially compared to the rest of her. "You really must eat more," he continued, as an entire steak was slid into her mouth.

Her response, thanks to having two pounds of meat between her lips, was inaudible, and Shining played on that expertly. "She's still hungry- haven't you heard? Quickly now, get us more before I feed you to her."

Obviously this was teasing hyperbole, but considering Cadance's voracious appetite and sheer size of her bloated middle their hosts suddenly assumed he was being literal, and the mood in that street changed from a delightful hope to get the attention of a noble- to fear that this greedy Princess was going to be the end of them- or at least of their stocks.

The loud rumblings of her stomach didn't help, and while it was clear to any outside observer that her gut was simply over-full and struggling to digest the overwhelming amounts, to those fearful observers it was a sign that she was /hungry/. An almost monstrous and incessent hunger.

So it is that Cadance was pulled along to the next stall, and Shining once again slapped her ever greater belly on the wooden counter- which snapped under the weight and bent inwards. He didn't have to do anything himself at this point, he just pointed his thumb at Cadance's waiting maw and both their hosts and the vendor himself worked feverishly to feed the ravenous beast.

They were certainly going to leave an impression on the locals, and Shining overheard a quip from their host.

"... I thought the stories of Celestia were legends, but this woman is eating even more than she did!

He slapped Cadance's belly, "That's because she's more woman than Celestia ever was," he returned, and kissed her on the cheek before he pushed her onwards to the next.... and Cadance looked close to falling over from the sheer weight of her belly. One, maybe two, more vendors and she wouldn't be able to bear that load.

Cadance wobbled on her heels as she approached the next vendor, who fearfully produced a set of shish-kebabs. Chunks of savory beef alternated with whole apples, citrus fruit, and sweet peppers on foot-long wooden skewers. Shining Armor levitated one above Cadance’s head. “Hey, fellas, watch this!” he called out to the crowd.

Cadance looked straight up at the shish-kebab and opened wide—and Shining lowered it. Cadance took its entire length into her mouth without any sign of discomfort, like a circus sword-swallower. Loud gasps came from the crowd. Then she closed her lips, and as Shining pulled the skewer back out, all the meat and fruit remained in her. As she swallowed, a lump nearly the size of her own head slid down her neck, bulging her belly out several more inches.

“What can I say, guys?” Shining said to the stupefied crowd, while feeding another shish-kebab to Cadance in exactly the same way. “She gets plenty of _practice_, if you get my drift.”

As he dipped a third kebab into Cadance’s waiting mouth, he grabbed her rear and gave it a good squeeze. It was already softer than the last time he’d groped her—stored calories from this meal were beginning to show up on her ass, too. Her pink cheeks bulged further and further out of the black fabric, wobbling at Shining’s touch.

Then with a _Crack!_ Cadance fells backwards a few inches. Her sandal heels could no longer bear the weight, so they broke beneath her—turning her footwear into an impromptu pair of flats. “Whoaaaaaa...” Cadance flailed and spread her wings to regain her balance, her entire body jiggling and shaking from the sudden movement. Her overstuffed gut wobbled and sloshed; her breasts bounced so hard, it was a wonder they didn’t pop right out of her much-too-tight top.

Then, strong arms wrapped around Cadance, stabilizing her. “Hey, I’ve got you!” Shining said, holding her tight. And, as it happened, both his hands were clamped over her breasts, and his groin pressed against her rear. “That was some scare, there.”

“It wasn’t so—_Uummph!_” A few dozen spinach filo pastries flew off a tray and into Cadance’s mouth, cutting her off.

“Come on, Princess,” Shining continued, squeezing her chest more tightly, savoring how his fingers sank into that mammary flesh, all while he tastefully ground against her butt. “Let’s get some more food in you, to make you feel better.”

“_Hhrrrm..._” was all Cadance could say, as the flow of pastries continued to fill her ever larger. Then she felt silk wrap all around her considerable waistline. This sundress was supposed to be roomy and billowing—but now Cadance’s belly had filled it, and was pushing the fabric to its limits.

“Would you look at that,” Shining said, grabbing a whole horde of stuffed bell eppers to force-feed Cadance. “Look what the Princess is doing to her dress!” He gave her gut another slap, jiggling her whole body again.  Her bouncing, wobbling bosom was straining against the silk as well, now. Perhaps as a result of Cadance’s sewing, the strapless bra still held, somehow—though it stretched farther and farther in its attempt to contain breasts almost as large as Cadance’s head.

Shining continued. “She put our castle as collateral to pay for this outfit, you know.”

“Hrrmp! Mmrrrr!” Cadance tried to correct him, but Shining just shoved more and more peppers into her mouth. With every mouthful she gulped down, the dress shook, straining to contain Cadance’s growing bulk.

“And now, look, she’s willing to tear it to pieces, just to satisfy her _ravenous_ hunger.”

The last bell pepper disappeared into Cadance’s mouth. Then, a loud _Riiiiip_ filled the bazaar, as all the dress’s seams gave up at once. Silk tatters clung to the oversized curves of Cadance’s enormous body, as she swayed back and forth slightly.

More gasps came from the crowd at the sight of the pink princess so brazenly showing herself off, without the transparent cover of a proper silk dress. It seemed Equestria really _was_ a country of shameless hedonists.

Cadance opened her mouth, but all that came out was “_Braaaap!_” Then she fell backwards. Thinking fast, Shining teleported over a cart from the pillow vendor’s stall to catch her. Cadance sank into the pillows, her enormous belly sloshing atop her, and her huge breasts wobbling. Underneath, the cart groaned in protest at the sudden increase of weight, but it held firm... for now.

“I think the Princess is done walking for the day,” Shining declared. “I need volunteers to pull Her Higness’s cart!”

As four stallions emerged from the crowd and took their places in front of the cart, Shining Armor climbed up to join his wife. Her belly was so large that it bulged a few inches over the cart’s sides, and Shining could lay his entire body across it, like an oversized beanbag chair.

“Bluh...” Cadance said. She noticed her husband, and shook her head. “Shining, I—_Mmmph!”

Shining shoved an oversized funnel into her open mouth. “I know, dear. You’re still hungry.” As the cart began rolling, he floated over a stainless steel pot from the soup vendor. It was huge enough that Shining himself could have fit inside it.

Already, the savory smell of the soup tantalized Cadance. “Nrrrm! Nrrrm!” She tried to shake her head, but her husband held her steady and began pouring soup straight into the funnel. Cadance drank, and drank, and drank, her belly visibly inflating with every gulp now.

“Such a greedy, gluttonous Princess,” Shining said, forcing pint after pint of soup down Cadance’s throat. He squeezed her belly with both arms, savoring the pressure as it expanded against him. “Is there anything you wouldn’t do to fill your belly?” That gut spread to the side, squishing even farther over the cart’s edges. It rose up, pushing Shining higher and higher above the street, and it sloshed and jiggled with every slightest bump in the road.

“Hrrmm...” Cadance mumbled through the unending flood of delicious soup, filling her ever larger.

“Whatever am I going to do with you?” Shining leaned forward, resting his hand on one of Cadance’s breasts—almost twice as big as her head now, and still growing fatter—and whispered into Cadance’s ear: “I’ll just have to find out for myself if you have _any limits_.”

Then he kissed Cadance’s cheek, and laid his head down in the deep canyon of her cleavage, and poured a few more gallons of soup down her throat. The cart groaned underneath, as Cadance expanded even larger. Shining had no idea if this cart would survive long enough to carry Cadance’s ever-growing bulk all the way to the palace. But as her huge breasts jiggled against the sides of his head, and his body sank deeper into the softness of her gut, Shining realized he didn’t care, either way.