Princess Decadence

by Champion of Tartarus

First published

Life as a monarch in the Crystal Empire is filled with benefits and luxuries, and Princess Cadance is all too aware of this. However as time goes on, so too does her waistline, much to Shining Armour's satisfaction.

Fetish warning: Obesity, gluttony, and other kinks of that ilk.

Mountains of confectioneries have taken their toll on Princess Cadance's gut and within the matter of a few short months her size has more than doubled. Shining Armour takes notice of this but instead of electing to prevent her from continuing her behaviour, he instead decides to have his own way. The simple night of a married couple lies ahead of them and they both intend to make the most of it.

This is one of the first bits of fiction I've written in way more months than it should have been so I'm hoping this is breaking the trend of a creative slump. I'm definitely going to force myself to be more productive from here on out.

Princess Decadence

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“Princess Cadance, your midnight snack will soon be ready. For you, we have prepared a large triple chocolate pound cake, as well as a platter of sugar strand doughnuts on the side, just in case you were feeling a little extra peckish, as you were yesterday.”

The pink alicorn sighed to herself and waved the dutiful serving mare away. Grunting through the strain, she rolled onto her back and rubbed a thoughtful hoof across her swollen belly, tracing the mountainous mound that rolled from her chest to her groin. Her muzzle was already stained with smears of chocolate and remnants of cake, all testaments to the perverse gluttony that had overwhelmed her ever since she had taken her place on the Crystal Empire’s throne.

As it turned out, whatever craft the Crystal Ponies took themselves to, they were surely a master of it. The blacksmiths forged products of metal like none in Canterlot could dream of. The bards composed songs that would bring tears to her eyes each night or cause her to fall from her couch in fits of laughter. And the chefs, oh sweet Celestia, the chefs! The treats that the kitchens’ cooks could conjure were simply out of this world and would no doubt make even Pinkie Pie turn green with envy at their skill. Cadance had sworn that in order to retain her perfect figure, she would only sample one of their delectable desserts every week.

That didn’t last long.

It turned out there was something unbearably moreish in those treats that forced Cadance into such graceless decadence. Royalty received their meals for free. With such temptation available at all times, how could the princess resist? One dessert a week soon became three. Three turned into seven and seven swiftly became fourteen. The bakers found no issue with this sudden rise in demand and were simply flattered to be on the receiving end of such praise from high places. Thus they set themselves to their baking, unaware of the effect they were having on their monarch’s gut and still ever the more determined to outdo themselves with each course.

Her lust for sugary goods would only increase as time progressed and her faithful husband, Shining Armour was all too aware of this. On many occasions he had been asked to feed her, using his magic to levitate treats above her gaping maw and watching as she greedily tore each snack to chunks with an enthusiastic vigour.

Whereas the occasional snack had once been a reward or a rare treat, now Cadance had given into craven desire. As each dessert filled her belly, so too had her body expanded to accommodate them. Her cheeks bulged, her stomach ballooned and her thighs swelled. Whenever she stood, her hind legs quivered out of the effort involved in keeping her meaty ass aloft.

Now months had passed and as they lay together on their majestic four poster bed, Shining Armour couldn’t help but notice the way the legs groaned forebodingly every time his wife leapt into her usual position. His ivory hoof drifted across her mountainous belly and his eyes were fixed upon her face, filled with a plateful of desserts that she had insisted on as a “midnight snack”. Perhaps if he were a better husband he might convince her to put the plate down, to enforce a strict diet and convince her to undertake a rigorous training regime. As it was he couldn’t help but feel a primal fascination with watching his wife eat twice her weight in confectionaries and the idea excited him more than it ought to.

“Have you tried these?” she asked, though not with her usual crystal clear diction. For the moment her mouth was crowded with chunks of pastry and as she spoke she scattered saliva-caked crumbs all over her cherry-coloured stomach. “They’re delicious. I don’t know how the chefs keep surprising me.”

“I’m fine, thanks. I ate plenty at dinner.” He patted his belly to emphasise his point. He had few qualms with his wife putting on the pounds but he still had duties as the captain of the guard to maintain. He had to ensure his muscular flank remained taut and tight, not given into the tempting delights of the palace’s many talented cooks.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” she shrugged, helping herself to another platter of miniature éclairs. The fact that they were miniature seemed to have been compensated for but the sheer abundance of their forces piled upon the dish. It appears that whatever strength in numbers they thought they had, they were all soon to fall victim to the titan Cadance that descended on them with a slavering mouth.

“It’s fine, honestly,” he insisted, still watching her shovelling the food into her hamster-like cheeks. Without realising it, one of his forelegs was already snaking its way down to another serpent that was lying in wait to spring out from between his legs. Even if he wasn’t aware, though, Cadance’s eyes still followed its path. “I’m just happy to see you getting pleasure from our rule here.”

She gulped her mouthful down and sighed contentedly before lidding her eyes and giving him that familiar smile that promised a fortunate night for the courageous prince. “Well how about we share in a greater pleasure?” she whispered, her husky voice dripping with salacious intent. Shining Armour took his invitation with enthusiasm and leapt at the opportunity, mounting the princess’s soft, mattress-like belly. He was shocked to feel the fat sink and mould around his underside, forming a comfortable groove for him to rest in as he did his work. She was almost two to three times his size now and he stretched across her gut as though he were resting on a hill, with his four legs only just touching the soft quilt of the bed beneath them.

He bit his lip with excitement and steadied his quivering hips. His cock had already extended out to its full length and he was ready to take the plunge. Only…Everywhere he poked and prodded was met with the stubborn resistance of flab. “Hang on,” he sighed, squirming his hips and grinding his sizeable meat against her gut, soaking it in a filmy layer of pre-cum. “Just got to get a little lower…” Beneath him, Cadance was starting to lose her initial excitement, gradually shaking her head at him as he failed to reach her pussy beneath the mountainous shelter of fat.

It was only after a minute of awkward shuffling and nervous apologies that he finally lowered himself down enough to feel his cock sinking into something, finally met with the inviting mouth of a reassuring tunnel. “There we go,” he sighed, already beginning to rut back and forth.

Cadance frowned and looked up at him. “But it’s not in yet.”

What. “Then what am I fucking?” he demanded, still not ceasing in his sawing back and forth. No matter what his dick was inside, it was warm, moist and it hugged onto the shaft of his cock with a passionate grip and that was all he really needed.

“That’s just the underside of my belly,” she said. “You’re just fucking one of my folds.”

The realisation hit the unicorn and he froze mid-thrust. His hips quivered with excitement and he nervously licked his lips. It was taking all of his effort not to ask “So?” Shining Armour would have been more than happy to carry on as he had started, but the look of disapproval on Cadance’s face made him reconsider. Sex was a two way street and she wasn’t about to let him have all the fun by himself.

“Well then this is the closest I can get,” Shining Armour griped, wriggling his way further down and pushing her bloated gut up against her own chest. It was an uncomfortable position for the both of them but it was the best he was able to do with such little space to work with. He could no longer stare into her eyes as they fucked and, as he soon realised, it still wasn’t enough if he wanted to fit more than half his shaft in without almost standing on his hind legs.

“How about I go on top?” she asked.

“How about you stop trying to shatter my pelvis?”

She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, sighing as she knew what she’d have to do. “Fine, we’ll do it the natural way,” she decided. There wasn’t anything inherently wrong with fucking as nature intended, with the stallion on top of the mare’s back, but the princess of love had never considered it to be all that intimate. There was something lost by the eye contact with a blank wall in front of them, and so she had always insisted that they copulate in the incredibly kinky missionary position that was all the rage in Canterlot’s more seedy areas.

With a strain of effort she heaved her bloated mass to the side, waggling her hooves about in a desperate attempt to move onto her belly. She just about managed to tilt herself forty five degrees before gravity realised what she was doing and dragged her back down again. Shining Armour was amazed to watch her attempt this a few more times, failing miserably with each effort and falling down again with more and more laboured breath and a sheen of sweat drenched across her forehead.

“Could I have a little help?” she whimpered, at the same time levitating a consolatory doughnut into her gaping maw. Shining Armour tittered and hopped off, trotting over to the other side so that he might encourage Cadance’s flab into the centre of the bed. He stretched his limbs as he waited for his wife to finish her mid-exercise snack and to spin again before planting his hooves onto her moist back and forcing with a generous amount of strength. His teeth gritted and his eyes knotted shut and he began to groan through the strain, yet still Cadance stayed where she was. She was heavier than she had once been. Had she been swallowing cinderblocks or something? There was no way a few poxy cakes could have leant themselves to this much weight. Now the beads of sweat were beginning to form on his brow and a refusal to be beaten by his own wife’s fat ignited in his chest.

She slumped back down into her position, very nearly trapping Shining Armour’s forelegs beneath her. He hissed and shook his head, brow knotted with concentration. “One more time,” he insisted and she rolled her eyes at his demand. He too was beginning to doubt whether this was a good idea. With every motion, she was losing precious calories.

But this time for sure. He was so certain that he would get her onto her back and finally be able to ride her fat ass into orgasm that he would put his entire body into this. He had fought against the Changeling queen and fended off a tyrant’s ghost from a time long gone by. His fucking wife should not be causing this much stress.

On the count of three, she hefted her voluminous weight off to the side and Shining Armour leapt into action like a soldier with lives to save. He rammed his full weight into her side, hooves, head, everything. The two worked in unison, driven by a hormonal lust and determined to indulge their carnal desires. Why did Cadance’s flab have to work so hard against them? Did it not realise what they wanted? No, needed! And Shining Armour made his needs so very, very clear. Unfortunately the needs of gravity were greater and Cadance gave in faster than he had anticipated. He opened his eyes just in time to see a pink sky crashing around him, smothering his head and neck beneath its mass.

All of a sudden the world went pitch black and the air was filled with the musky stench of sweat. The strain on his neck was overwhelming and he felt as though the world itself were pressing down on his head. If there was one thing he was learning with this first-hand experience of his wife’s weight was that whoever the carpenter that fashioned their bed was, he was fucking talented. It seemed as though the only logical solution to keeping the entire thing from collapsing beneath them was a copious amount of magic.

Just as the pressure was about to take its toll, the world finally left his shoulders and he was relieved the burden of gluttony. He sighed and flexed his head, cricking his neck into the places it was meant to be. It was a relief to know that Cadance was having this much of a struggle rolling over even with him involved in the efforts. He might never have been able to sleep again if he’d known that she could crush him like an ant at any point during the night. His head was filled with visions of her bloated mass spinning across and him useless to do anything but watch as the shadow washed over his body and soon he was sandwiched between the mattress of the bed and the mattress that was his wife. It was some parts terrifying and some parts very arousing.

“Thanks for getting up. I thought you were going to leave me to smell your sweat forever, just then.”

“I didn’t do it for you, I did it because your horn was stabbing me in the back,” she teased.

He laughed the matter off and they returned their attentions to the problem at hand. It was only when they considered enlisting the help of a maid or a guard that they decided they’d be better off just doing what unicorns were supposed to do and using their magic. If anything, they felt a little foolish for not considering that option in the first place, but such is the intoxication of lust that they were blinded to the wiser option.

Once Cadance was securely pressed on her belly, Shining Armour took a moment to regard the deep impression that she had worn into the mattress. The crater looked as though it had been left behind by a meteor, and he felt almost a little proud to know that it was in fact left by the mare he was about to fuck.

Hopping onto the bed and mounting her flank yet again, he ground his cock between her sumptuously ballooned asscheeks until he was once more at full length. He had difficulty splaying himself across her back while still being able to reach her pussy, so he compromised by lowering down enough until his head rested against his midsection and his hips were just straddling her fat ass just enough.

His heart raced and the head of his member whispered against the lips of her pussy. They both tensed and braced themselves, preparing for what was about to come. The nervous excitement passing between them was electric in its intensity, just as it was whenever they found the time for intercourse. Finally, deciding he couldn’t take any more anticipation, he plunged forwards and spread her apart, filling her cunt with his broad log of stallion meat.

Her mouth widened in an ‘o’ shape and her eyes bulged. Barely a second had passed before her husband began to thrust in and out with an animalistic intensity. Her pudge provided a comfortable surface to bounce his hips against and he gripped onto the wide sides of her belly like a hungry infant. The two grunted and moaned as they rocked back and forth, the legs of the bed now truly under more pressure than it had ever suffered before. It began to crack and splinter and it was only by sheer luck that it didn’t crumple beneath their efforts.

Amidst the meaty slapping of balls against ass, Shining Armour suddenly became aware of another noise amongst the cacophony. A wet, smacking, slurping noise. Confused, he glanced down and was shocked to find Cadance muzzle deep in yet another platter of puddings. Done with the niceties of picking food up and carrying it to her face, the carnal indulgence of lust seemed to have encouraged her to bring the fight up close and personal. All the while Shining Armour pounded her pussy closer and closer to climax, she had decided that this was working up enough of an appetite to reward herself with yet another serving. Even in the throes of intercourse she couldn’t help but gorge herself on treats, only now reduced to the state of a pig devouring from a trough.

That was all he needed. Just that final proof of his wife’s decadence was enough for him to tip over the edge and he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in time for his hips to tense and his cock to squirt hot, ropy strands of cum deep inside her cavernous pussy. His timing seemed perfect as just at that moment, Cadance too hit her peak and cried out into her plate off snacks, the noise utterly muffled by a thick curtain of food.

Now slick with the juices of Cadance’s cunt, Shining Armour withdrew the floppy member like a sword being pulled from its sheath. He slumped down, his face resting against one large, cushiony buttock. The two simply lay where they were, with their breathing heavy and ragged from the night’s exertions. It wouldn’t have been any of a surprise to either of the two if Cadance had decided that she would be comfortable sleeping on her belly soon enough.

“Do you think that I should start a diet, tomorrow?” she asked, her voice tainted with a layer of guilt.

Shining Armour’s eyes widened and he planted an affectionate kiss on her enormous ass. “And lose all this beauty? Fuck that.”