Chapter two; No such thing as a quick fix
Getting back into a routine of trying to work out and lose some weight was a lot harder than I had come to remember. I can't begin to tell you the amount of times I've had my body ache, my muscles strain and my breath shortened when I was back in the Royal Guard training academy just to build myself up before was exhausting. So imagine me at the moment, about eighty or so pounds heavier than before, a stomach full of sugary junk food and attempting to break back into losing weight in only a few days before Twiley arrive and you have to ask yourself a question: Would I be able to slim down enough in time? If you answered 'Yes' then its kind of you to have thought of me optimistically and all, but it would be a lie if I said I did it fairly. By the time I had managed to go through only a few short minutes of a basic work out plan, I must have sweated so much it felt like I was almost melting. I hadn't been this short of breath in my whole life and it was already the first day and I had to call it quits since I could hardly stand any more. My gym shirt and shorts were doing nothing to help hide the obvious since my stomach hung out and my shorts felt like they were about to burst their seams. It was so humiliating.
It was even worse when I had to make a formal impression too and had to try and look my best for the arrival of royalty. Yeah, being a prince definitely has its perks, but its drawbacks as well. It was going to be another grand event filled with music, social ponies, aristocrats and of course, a mountain of food to ruin my figure all over again. Worst still, I just knew that Twily would see her doughy looking brother look so ridiculous in his uniform. I could already hear the conversations in my mind;
“He he he, guess we'll have to call you the Big Belly Brother Best Friend Forever now, won't we Shiny?”
“Aww, don't take it too bad honey, at least your strap still fits around snort just.”
“Y-yeah... real funny girls...!”
After a quick shower, I did my best to try and prepare myself to see if my stomach would give me a break and at least let me try to squeeze into my formal attire; my uncle's old uniform, the same I used at Twilight's coronation and at my wedding. I could already tell that there was no way it'd fit. But still, might just get lucky right? The seams are pretty strong and the buttons are specially sown to I might just get away with it. I levitated the outfit over to myself, and slipping in my hooves, everything seemed to go alright at first. Made sense since though since I hadn't fastened the buttons up yet. That's when yet another boneheaded decision was made... to try and fasten them. Slowly, I exhaled as best as I could, though my stomach was already sagging like a bag of flour. Then, using my magic, I tugged at the button and the holes on my shirt.
At first, the top button around my neck going to my chest weren't too bad, a little snug but they went in fine and in my my mind, I was quietly chanting 'C'mon, you can do it, c'mon', though it was definitely easier said than done, since I just reached my belly. Dang, it was like trying to squeeze down a sink pipe! It didn't help that I had to be careful not to tear the fabric apart while tugging at the thing, but I managed to keep on going, until... one slotted into place... then after much careful negotiation another, then finally another and then, the last one around my waist itself... wouldn't fit. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't connect. I stood there for a brief moment, trying not to breath in too much or too soon, but with gradual and slow movements, I was able to walk over to a mirror to see how bad it looked. Needless to say no mirror the world could justify how ridiculous I looked; I looked like I stuffed a large white balloon under my shirt. I tried to sit down to see how it would look only to hear the sound of fabric being strained and stretched far beyond its limits. I had to move in almost ultra slow motion to make the simplest positions possible, even going against my original idea of exhaling as far as I could go, having to try and suck in my gut. I finally sat down on the floor, my hoof over my straining suit, prodding a belly that would make me look like I was expecting soon... if the foal was made of sugary food that is. If I could hold my breath forever at this point, even with the buttons about to give I might have gotten away with it... but I had to exhale, more rapidly than I wanted.
I'm amazed at how lethal a couple of buttons can be as projectile weapons; considering one bounced off a vase on a nearby book shelf and shattered it to pieces and another slammed into a book shelf knocking a couple of books onto the floor. Still, that was only my second concern since I was focused on something else. As someone who is once seen as a figure of fitness and as an idealistic image of the masculinity of the Equestrian Royal guard, it's completely humiliating for any member or royalty to see someone with an authoritative figure – especially that of a captain – would never never let anything go over well for royalty, especially if it IS my own sibling. She would be disgraced if she saw me like this. I needed a faster solution other than a crash diet or rapid workout, they were completely out of the question. You wish that things like this could be made for a simple wish... wait a minute, a wish? 'Or a SPELL perhaps?', I thought. Boy, I should have kept on thinking of other ideas. But in blind desperation, I was already trying to squeeze out of my royal red suit and was already waddling off down the hall toward a library within the palace.
Minding my way around some of the servants who hadn't noticed me blown up wasn't exactly easy, but I was eventually able to get through double doors leading into the library. Heck, ever since my little sis became a princess herself, she seemed to insist on wanting to have somewhere to keep her favourite copies of books around the place and Cadance, being the ever eager and happy to help for her little sis was more than happy to oblige. I managed to get through, just as I heard someone pop a quick wise-crack of
“Gonna need a triple wide set of doors soon~”
… the temptation to fire that smart allic out of a cannon was too tempting. Still, there was one book in here that I know would definitely help me out. There was a book that Twily was looking over on one of her favourite practitioners of spells and sorceries, Starswirl the Bearded. One of his tomes were left out in a private part of the library that only me, Cadie and she knew about. It therefore took me no time to find the book, take a place at the table, pull up a chair – that creaked and groaned when I sat my plump plot down on it, a real blow to an already low enough situation – and was soon reading through the book looking through diagrams and directions of various spells. Then at last, I found something that was just what I needed. Yeah, what I thought I needed at the time.
The spell was a 'Mass' reduction spell, though it was really more Twily's forte to be the little whiz when it comes to pulling off feats of magic with ease, it shouldn't be too difficult to pull off myself, having been trained up with the skills needed for royal guard training. Following the spell's characters as best as I could, I soon found myself surrounded by a magenta aura as four glowing orbs danced around before merging with me in one. The last thing I remembered was being surrounded by a powerful white light that soon faded away again. I didn't know how exactly it happened, but I soon felt my stomach, hind legs and chest tighten up and be pulled up like I was being squeezed through a mangle. I gotta tell you; it hurt! But it must have been doing something, as when it WAS over after at least twenty seconds, I landed on the ground again feeling, lighter. Shaking my head and regaining my composure, I need only take a look around myself in a nearby mirror and, he presto! It was me again, the slim, trim and if I didn't mind saying so, alluring Shining Armour! The same BBBFF Twily would be proud to see again and whom his wife would be happy to see back to his old self. And to think, it only took one little spell to get it done. Wow, one LITTLE spell... how ironic that'd turn out to be.
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I found some things you may want to edit.
That should be "lose"
That should be "losing".
That should be "white".
5640549 Thanks for pointing those out. :)
So far a good chapter. I like how you gave him a reason to have the spell casted. And nice work on the images. I know you didn't do them yourself, but I hope you end up doing more for the upcoming chapters. They really help (note the term) "illustrated" the story
Would be better without images: they distract from the story, and definitely not helping.
Come on, You can do it! :-)
Please continue this fic. I'd hate to see this much potential die off
Is this dead? :'(
Gonna continue this?
Helllo? Is this dead?
FINISH THIS STORY!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
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I think he gave up on it :/
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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
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Maybe someone will pick it up? I have few ideas... Planning on making it long. But I dont think I can do it alone. Wanna do a collab with me to make this fic long and nice?
Could you please continue this?
No Finish?