Displaced Diet-y

by MetalBrony20

Chapter 7 - Decadence of the Diety

To the people of Akhethra, nothing was of greater importance than to devote yourself to goddesses of the land. From the poorest labourer leaving aside a portion of their breakfast, offering it to the rising sun, to wealthiest business owners donating their spare coin to the local temple, it was an ingrained part of life. A worship that encompassed both those with and without physical form.

For the citizens of these baking lands, this worship formed the epicentre of their entire lives, many hundreds of hours, dedicated to devotion and praise. A concept which to the average Equestrian would be puzzling. Even Rainbow Dash, who was once one of the most diehard of Wonderbolt fans, couldn’t hold even an iota of the reverence displayed to a pantheon of creatures she couldn’t even see. Twilight’s adoration of Celestia wouldn’t have reached such a degree of devotion. Now, this had sunk into the realm of familiarity for the cyan pegasus, the days seeming to get shorter and shorter.

Over half an hour ago, a gathering of servants entered her bedroom in an attempt to rouse her. Given that her gains hadn’t diminished in the slightest, that new musculature was already becoming overwhelmed, leaving her in much the same position of near immobility. Getting up involved half a dozen individuals, pulling and pushing with all their combined strength to bring her to a sitting position. Such a level of manhandling was involved, that the labour was reminiscent of the work done on the pyramids; heaving, dragging, and manipulating massive blocks of stone into position.

Of course, the great mass they worked with was lighter, softer and much, much squishier. Those pushing her back were pressed against a wall of flesh, enveloping their bodies in the warm doughy adipose. Even with the amount of help, nearly a thousand pounds of pony was an ordeal to move. And that was just getting the first step of getting her ready. Dressing her up was an even longer, even more physically strenuous task. From forcing her immense, prize winning pumpkin sized breasts into the parachute sized top, to squeezing the colossal ovoid slabs of cellulite dimpled ass flesh inside Rainbow’s skirt, nothing could be taken for granted.

The sounds of popping stitches and creaking fabric accompanied every inch her apparel was pulled and pushed past overhangs and pockets of lard. Rainbow had grown used to half a dozen hands grabbing, prodding and squeezing every conceivable inch of her body, just to hike a waistband over a few inches of butt blubber or back fat. Something deep down should have indicated to her that having six helpers to get dressed was an alarming wakeup call of how badly out of shape she’d become.

She was, however, acutely aware of this fact, but it didn’t cause even the mildest feeling of panic. Weighing more than the fattest Equestrian on record, inhaling buffets worth of food, filling entire benches end to end. All these abnormalities were either accepted or the implications simply flew over her head entirely, something she ironically could no longer do. So much swaddling adipose had immobilised her wings indefinitely. The joints were stiffened, inflated by pillowy globs of excess poundage that stopped all but the barest of involuntary twitches; usually prompted by excitement of yet more sustenance.

The mare's belly was a mattress of flesh. No other word could really describe the roll ringed mass that reached just below her calves. Outweighing multiple people by itself, the sack of adipose provided ample warmth through even the coldest of Akhethran nights. The top roll ballooned forth, the bottom roll doing much the same as her body sought out every inch of space to accommodate the never-ending deluge of calories and fat.

Dressing Rainbow’s lower half required four individuals working in tandem, two of them shoved it forth, whilst the others pulled the skirt up and over the rest of her engorged, roll caked thighs. Just attempting to cover her enormous mammaries was a brutal task of carefully guiding limbs through the sleeves and wing holes, never quite enough elasticity. As intense and physically demanding the activity was, none of the servants even gave a hint of embarrassment or discomfort. All that mattered was the happiness of their ruler, lavishly adorned with words of encouragement and adoration. Every single asset of Rainbow’s was worthy of acknowledgement, warranting of complement after complement, every inch of her form lacking fault. This just helped to stoke the mare’s ego, further burying any worries of her excessive gluttony and sloth.

And finally, all that was left was to brush her hair, don her crown and head for the dining room. This was where Rainbow currently found herself, winding her way through passageways she’d committed to memory. The ground heaved and shook with every footfall she took, flesh undulating and quivering from her cankles, all the way to her treble chin and cheeks. Through all this excess mass attempting to pin her to the ground, she persevered.

Rounding a corner, she waddled into a small atrium. Warm beams of sunlight poured in through the skylight, the pool in the middle sparkling and glinting, sending irregular shafts of light onto the room's occupants; Hetramila and Zanubia. Lounging on benches, they chatted animatedly with each other, each movement sending ripples through their enlarging forms.

Food was becoming more and more common in the Queendom. With the increasing frequency of rainstorms, the river had swollen back to its proper size. The greater flow induced by the downpour brought more of the fertile silt downstream, washing into farmers' fields along ancient channels. In addition, crops were sprouting and maturing at a much greater rate. Larders, barns, and warehouses soon groaned with the excess, saturating the city in plentiful bounty. Of course, this also meant the palace had plenty of ingredients to craft into hearty, delectable meals. More than enough to feed the blob of a Pharaoh, which much to spare.

Taking advantage of the plethora of expertly prepared treats, Rainbow’s advisors had been indulging themselves. Each sported a spare tyre of flab, muffin topping over their clothing onto widened, bulbous thighs and butts. Zanubias top was being forced upwards, her stripy rolls bulging outwards like bread rising from a pan. Lacking such a long garment, Hetramila’s belly spilled forth, squishing into the padding of the bench.

Whilst the pair had put roughly equal amounts, the deposition itself differed. Zanubia possessed a wide doughy rump, her body favouring a pear shape overall as an exercise ball sized butt ballooned further and further outwards. The tan unicorn had instead gained an apple shape, with larger breasts and a wider gut. Though, compared to their Pharaoh, they looked positively miniscule. Looking up, the pair leapt to their feet, a smile gracing each of their lips, with just a hint of lustfulness creeping in.

“Ah, good morning, my Pharaoh, sleep well?” Hetramila jovially announced, sliding to Rainbow’s right, Zanubia doing the same on her left. Slowing their pace to match the obese monarch, they trekked through the halls, the smell of food building with every step.

“Like a log ‘Mila. How ‘bout you?”

“Just great thank you. I don’t think I’ve slept as well as this for months. How about you Zanubia?”

“I must agree with the both of you. The number of stresses and visions troubling me has been few. But enough of this talk, there is a meal waiting for you, lest you endure any more of my squawk.” The bottom-heavy zebra tittered. “I imagine your belly must yearn for many meals so delectable, for an appetite such as yours, I’m glad the chefs are near indefatigable.”

“Indeed, we wouldn’t want you to waste and wither away like a wheat field in drought.”

“Yeah, because this slab of flab is going to suddenly vanish if I don’t stuff my face every two minutes.” She grinned sarcastically, slapping her hand hard against it. “But… then again, I really do like eating. I could go for some pancakes right about now.” She trailed off, tummy rumbling and glorping.

“Excellent suggestion. I’m so glad you shared some of your recipes from home.” The tan unicorn replied, drooling slightly as she pictured the fluffy discs, drenched in a liberal coating of honey.

“You mean one of the three things I can actually cook? If you’re this impressed, you’d throw a fit if you saw the stuff Pinkie could make…” Rainbow paused. Standing still, eyes glazing over as she stared at a wall. “Oh Pinkie…”

Her advisors stopped, concern creeping into their faces. “Pharaoh, are you alright?” Hetramila questioned, keeping her voice calm. The pegasus let out a sigh, rubbing her eyes between her index finger and thumb.

“No… I mean yeah, I mean…” Another exasperated sigh left her lips. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen my friends. I bet they’re worried sick about me. Are you sure there’s not been any portals or gateways or anything in the temple?”

“Many priestesses gather at the Temple of Prosperity. Ever since the rain’s return, their being less than one patron is a rarity. If any of your friends emerge, your current location will be diverged. Alas, as we have said before, our magical ability is quite poor. Many an hour your friends put into finding a way to you, that I can hope is true.” Zanubia slowly wrapped her arms around Rainbow, tightly gripping her. Seconds later, Hetramila wrapped Rainbow in a hug.

“All we can do is wait, I’m afraid. For as long as it takes for them to get to you, we’ll keep you as comfy and safe as you’d like.” Sniffing, Rainbow craned past her bulbous rolls, looking into their sincere eyes. Her frown soon morphed into a wavy smile, blinking away a small tear.

“Thanks guys. I really needed that heh…” Wrapping her own flabby arms around her friends, she pulled them into a squishy hug, their faces becoming pressed into her side folds and breasts, something neither party complained about. After a touching couple of seconds, they broke the hold, stepping back to catch their breath.

“Alright, alright, I’m feeling much better now. Enough of this sappy, touchy feely crap, I’m starved!” She laughed, the other two joining in.

“Now there’s the Pharaoh Rainbow Dash we all know and love! Alright Zanubia, you heard the lady, let's get moving!” With a spring in their step, they continued on their way, the scent of well-prepared, hearty dishes drawing them inexorably towards their destination. A couple of minutes more of waddling, a pair of wide doors were all that remained to block her path. Pushing the doors open, the blubber bound Equestrian entered the throne room.

To most people, this place had the appearance of a dining room, rather than any place else. Several long, expertly carved tables were placed in parallel to one another, artificially creating several corridors of marble that the Pegasus could comfortably waddle down. At the far end, a large gilded throne was set to the side, propped against the wall to accommodate a significantly different piece of seating arrangement. Due to the fact that Rainbow’s butt had grown so massive, it was impossible for her to fit in any chair known to the Akhethrans. To remedy this, several giant pillows, some practically the size of mattresses, had been placed there instead.

Soft and plush, they not only supported her monstrous weight well, but it was easy to accommodate for future expansions. And best of all, Rainbow couldn’t care less about how it looked. Just so long as she could rest her blobby legs, then all was well. That, and getting something good to eat, which was exactly what the tables were for. Ambling slowly between the gap, thin beads of saliva dribbled from her mouth, utterly surrounded by mountains of food.

Snatching up a buttered roll, she quickly chewed through the crisp outside and into the soft, fluffy inside, melted butter soaked into it. With some quick bites, she finished it, leaving flecks of crumbs and spots of grease around her lips. Wiping it away with the back of her hand, the pegasus spun around with all the grace of a seal. Hundreds of pounds of blubber undulated like a blueberry jelly, the motion briefly exacerbated as she sat down on her pillowy throne.

Adjusting herself, she allowed some more of her belly to rest between her buried knees, splayed out as far as possible. Only a couple of moments of respite were caught before a servant was by her side. Within her hands, they clutched a large oval platter, fluffy buttered bread sat alongside greasy cuts of meat. Quickly, a table was pushed in front of her, allowing the servant to deposit the plate with a loud clunk. The instant she let go, Rainbow’s self-restraint failed.

As fast as she could manage, she grabbed a piece of meat, creating a makeshift sandwich that she decimated in moments. Almost mechanically, she worked her way through the remaining slices, each piece making its home in the wide confines of that massive gut. Passing the halfway point, more plates were already being placed within her reach. Bowls of sweet dates, grapes and cuts of melon sat amongst breads topped with cheese.

Smiling, her pudgy fingers scooped up the fruit, feeding it in one piece after another like an assembly line. She giggled slightly. The mental image of her body being a factory tickled her. She grinned, slapping a hand onto her gut, unable to feel even the slightest bit of hardness. “Yeah, I’m a factory alright… turning all this food into sexy blue blubber…” She bit her lip, distracted as an immense stack of pancakes replaced the empty meat platter.

Glancing up, Rainbow glimpsed the servant delivering them, her interest suddenly drawn away from her pancakes. She wasn’t wearing the normal servant uniform, bedecked in an apron with a short skirt and top. A top which was straining at the seams, struggling to contain the absolutely massive pair of mammaries within. Looking up, Rainbow gazed straight into the eyes of Ipyat.

“Is every alright, Pharaoh dear?” The tall Earth pony said calmly, her slight sway propagating through her jiggling breasts. It seemed the older bakery mare had expanded from the improving harvests, if the podgy slab of mahogany coloured flab resting upon her hips was anything to go by.

“Er… yeah, everything’s fine. I just didn’t know you worked at the palace.” Rainbow stuttered slightly, a few crumbs dusting her top as she hastily swallowed.

“I don’t. However, some wonderful mare offered me the opportunity to work as a part time royal caterer. I just couldn’t miss the opportunity, my dear. Why do you ask?”

“I’m err… just really excited to see you here. Your cooking was epic.”

“Thank you! Although, I should also thank you too. After your visit, I’ve had more new customers in the past month than I’ve had for a few years.” Smiling, Ipyat squeezed past the table and the ‘throne’, standing mere millimeters in front of Rainbow. Picking up a pancake, holding it in such a way to prevent the pool of honey from dripping off, Ipyat brought it to the pegasi’s mouth. Near instinctively Rainbow opened wide, allowing for the sugary disc to be delicately crammed in.

“There you go, my dear. Isn’t that nice? I spent hours perfecting that recipe, making sure all the measurements were just right.” Bending down, Ipyat placed her sticky hands upon Rainbow’s blorping gut, rubbing it slowly. Dozens of pounds of loose adipose oozed through her fingers, the digits sinking in from even the slightest pressure.

“Oh,my… It’s just like working with the bread back at the bakery. Warm, squishy, doughy… just like proofing bread, getting bigger and softer over time.” The blue mare moaned lightly, the delicate fingers massaging and working over the malleable flesh. Rainbow’s own moans were joined by the bakers, the probing intensified as she hefted handfuls of flab.

“Now, as much as I would love to keep talking my dear, I have something in the oven. So, be a good girl, and turn all these sugary, calorie filled cakes into more juicy fat for me, OK?” Rainbow nodded, her triple chin slapping into her neck roll. “Wonderful. You’d better start eating, otherwise it’ll all get cold.” With one final tender squeeze, Ipyat released her grip, slipping around the table and trotting down the hall.

Picking up a pancake, Rainbow stole one last glance, watching as the mare's round rump shook and bounced around with each step, disappearing through a door to the right. Thoroughly excited, the mare dove back into the stack, chomping the sugary waffles down one by one. Occasionally, she added handfuls of other food; dates, grapes, even some pieces of bacon, further enhancing the flavour that filled her mouth.

Blinkered to the outside, her motions became robotic, hell bent on squeezing and filling every available square inch of stomach full of calorie enriched treats. So focussed on cramming food inside, that she could care little for what was happening to her outside. A multitude of stains dotted and splattered across her abundant tracts of flesh, a small ring of honey, fruit juice and grease plastered onto her lips, cheeks, and jowls.

Further below, additional stains had spattered across her clothing and belly, a testament to her waxing sloth and slobbishness. Liquids dripped from her chin, dribbling across her compounding curves. Crumbs and chunks of foods would occasionally slip in between folds, just as readily as beads of sweat pooled in her rolls. A veritable kaleidoscope of colours had gathered as the meal progressed on and on, more plates of lovingly prepared cuisine crammed past her ballooning cheeks.

With so much sugar, carbs and fat packed into the cerulean glob of adipose, it was little surprise that her body was beginning to process it all down. With the meagre amount of energy needed to keep the mare alive supplied, her body funnelled the excess straight into her layers upon layers of adipose tissue. The over-nourished slabs of lard couldn’t help but continue to expand, sagging and oozing outwards, glorps and gurgling cutting through a cacophony of smacks, crunching and chewing.

Minutely, one could see how the Pharaoh sank further into the pillowy embrace of the cushions, pounds upon pounds materialising as the minutes ticked by. Creaks and moans of Rainbow’s top grew in intensity, the modest collection of tears growing ever wider. Ovoid’s of breast meat squeezed through the gaps, placing increasing levels of stress on the already gigantic piece of attire. The sleeves, which were little more than decorative drapes, were strained and tugged every time she dove for another morsel. The scarab gem in the centre quivered, fabric behind it pulled taut by her immense, cellulite dimpled arms, sloshing with every movement.

In tandem with the ruination of her top, so too were her skirt bottoms becoming overtaxed with the quantity of rippling, royal, Rubenesque rump packed into them. With the amount of fabric used, it was little wonder they could be mistaken for some exotic blanket or tablecloth. And even with all that space, enough to accommodate over 4 ponies sitting together, gashes had ruptured through, juicy plot fat leaking out.

In no time at all, every plate, bowl and jug had been licked clean, breakfast handily decimated. Looking up, Rainbow watched a maid gather the last plate, whisking it away with a professional flourish. With enough food to feed multiple families sitting in her now packed gut, the blue pegasus leant back, slumping into the pillow stack behind. “Ooh yeah… that, huff, was somethuuuUURRPPPppp!!! She belched heartily, the sound of two pairs of sandals on stone drawing her eyes from the ceiling.

“Was everything to your satisfaction?” Hetramila asked, a pair of servants moving the table aside.

“Yeah, it was all great… I’m feeling, urp… pretty stuffed at the moment… bouuurrpp!!!”

“I understand your problem well, perhaps you’d like some help to make your stomach quell?” Zanubia chimed in, a small smirk on her lips as she whispered; “And to feel your belly swell…”

“Uuh, yeah, why the hay not?” Kneeling down, the zebra set to work massaging the apron of blubber. Sure, she touched the pharaoh many times before. Every time she hefted and groped the soft fluffy mounds and curves, it sent jolts of excitement rushing through every part of her being, from the tips of her fingers to her toes. Even more embarrassing, the pleasure also reached her more intimate regions, her white and black striped cheeks turning scarlet. She had to admit, the obese mare-goddess smote her.

Each time she was this close was a reminder of the sheer magnitude of offerings bestowed upon the messenger of the goddesses. Every ear of corn, every animal, every jug of wine was preserved within this fleshy mass. A living, breathing symbol of the Queendoms prosperity, made even more obvious with each deluge of rain. Such abundant rolling layers of skin reminded the Priestess of the endless dunes that lay beyond the river’s bank and beyond Akhethra’s walls. Barren, blues replacing the browns and yellows of that dead place. For a Queen, it was rather wasted space.

Deep in her thoughts, her greedy mitts roamed and slid over every bulge and fold they found, surprised to not feel even the slightest bit of hardness. Despite being packed to the gills, the quantity of belly flab was too thick to feel even a hint of tautness. “Mmm, that’s amazing. Feeling better alreaduurrpp!!!” Rainbow belched, the glorping continuing unabated, Zanubia invigorated to continue her rubs.

Standing off to the side, Hetramila could only watch in amusement as her friend tended to Rainbow’s needs, burps continuing to erupt forth. Zanubia worked her way further and further up, silently muttering something to herself as she kneaded away, every press helping to calm maelstrom of noise. In fact, she might have been doing too well a job.

Frrrbbppttt!! A low, muffled burst of flatulence punctuated the air, everycreature that heard it stopping dead in their tracks. Rainbow’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks, just as surprised by the outburst. Unsure whether or not to feel embarrassed, she glanced down to Zanubia, her hands still planted upon the swell of the pegasi’s stomach. Instead of disgust, the zebra’s eyes were half lidded as she bit her lip, all manner of depraved thoughts buzzing through her brain. “I… erm… err…” The rainbow haired monarch stuttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Hush, you need not apologise. It is only natural for someone of your size. Regardless of how large you get, your mind need not fret. For we will care for you as long as you’re our Queen.” The zebra comforted the near immobile mare, Hetramila following up with a small hug as she groped those cerulean back rolls, clearing her throat.

“With that out of the way, I have one question to ask you, my Pharaoh?” The tan unicorn grinned, leaning close to Rainbow’s ear. “Are you ready to get even?”

“Even, even what?” Rainbow cautiously spoke, Hetramila’s warm breath tickling her flushed cheeks. The smell of fresh food filled the air as lunch was brought out, causing Rainbow’s belly to let off a fresh round of needy gurgles.

“Even bigger…”