Chapter 1
“Bored, bored, bored, BORED!” sauntering down an ornately decorated passageway, with pristine red carpet, large potted plants, gleaming marble walls and vast stretching stained windows, an odd amalgamation of creature’s body parts shuffled along. The creature was staggeringly tall, almost touching the roof of the hallway with his mismatched horn/antlers, an annoyed expression was plastered upon its mouth, which had a small, somewhat menacing, snaggletooth protruding from it. His sickly yellow sclera with blood red irises looked downcast, the eyelids lazily half closed.
His thin, lanky body hunched over slightly, the grey fur near his head creasing under his chin. Its arms were that of a lion and an eagle, and they were hanging loosely by his sides, moving only slightly in response to their owners outbursts every so often. Its slender lizard and goat's leg were dragging along the carpet, which caused the scarlet fabric to bunch at random intervals. Behind, its muscular dragon-like tail snagged and on the carpet, the scales pulling and dragging the material along slightly. On the creature’s tubular back, a mismatched pair of comically small wings folded up, every so often twitching in along with their owner's annoyance.
The owner, a Draconequus by the name of Discord, continued to skulk and grumble his way along one of the many passageways in the Canterlot castle. “How can I be bored?” he monologues to himself, considering most, if not all guards cleared off at the sight of him, fearing being turned into some odd object for Discords amusement. “I have absolutely nothing to do today!” with a flourish of his eagle’s claw, he pulled a scroll out of nowhere. Placing the lion's paw under his chin, he inspected the list, a small pair of reading glasses flashing into existence upon his muzzle. “Lets see, visit Fluttershy… did that this morning. Annoy Twilight… yep. Distract Twilight… yes, siree. Dodge spells/books being thrown by Twilight post annoyance… yes. Unclean house… done and dusted, and… that’s it.” rolling up the scroll, Discord half heartedly threw it over his shoulder. As it impacted the marbled floor, it exploded into confetti landing onto the crumpled carpet.
“I have all this chaos magic, a sizeable amount of liberty to do what I want, whenever I want, and yet, I can’t think of a single thing to do with it!” He huffed in annoyance. Earlier, a few floors down, he had poofed up a variety of objects, transfigured several others, such as turning a guard’s metal armour to coloured felt, causing the guard to run around in a blind panic. Yet, none of these shenanigans really amused him. Letting out a small huff of annoyance, he glanced up from the floor. To his immediate right, he saw a large, exquisitely decorated door, with the Cutie mark of a certain white alicorn princess in the middle. Sighing at himself, he grasped the golden handle and let himself into the room. “I suppose there may be vague interest in Celly’s room.” he grumbled to himself.
Closing the door behind himself, he glanced around the large interior of the room. Wavy purple cloud like patterns snaked around the navy blue walls, being disrupted by a large tapestry of a shooting star and a huge roaring fireplace. On the mantelpiece above the fire was a selection of various photographs of herself with various ponies and other creatures, all with bright smiles. Beside this was a sturdy shelf with various artefacts and mementos of previous times, each as valuable in terms of both wealth and memories as each other. In one corner was a small oak table with a golden stand sitting in the middle, designed to accommodate her crown and breastplate as she slept. In the centre of the marble floor was a huge pillow like mattress, partially boarded by a golden pillow, curling around the oval-shaped expanse. In the corner, next to the closed balcony area, was a large wooden desk and a filing cabinet, each with ornate patterns carved into them.
Shuffling over to the cabinet, Discord pulled open the draws one by one. The securely locked drawers stood imposing, daring anypony to open them… for only a few seconds, before the lock mechanism clicked open, aided by a little application of chaos magic as he snapped his fingers. The draws themselves seemed to stretch further than what the size of the cabinet would suggest, pulling out by around 4 time the length they should do, to which Discord didn't even bat an eye. He had enchanted much bigger and stranger objects before. Idly he leafed through the documents, pausing only for a few brief moments of a few more interesting sounding titles on display, such as ‘ponification serum’ with a large red stamp with the words ‘REJECTED’ plastered all over it, multiple times. After going through the draws for a few minutes, he moved to the back of the bottommost one and something caught his eye. “Hello… what do we have here?” He grinned to himself as his taloned hand grasped a large, fading book.
Inscribed upon the front of the book in delicate wavy writing of the monarch of the sun read ‘My Secret Diary’. Discord couldn’t believe his luck! Here, right in his mismatched hand, was just the thing to ease his boredom with. With a quick flick of his tail, the draws slammed shut. Hands trembling with excitement, he skipped to Celestia’s bed and sat down upon the pillowy mass, sinking into the fabric beneath him. Pulling open the cover, he leafed slowly through the figurative gold mine. All Celestia’s dirty little secrets were his to uncover and, with many more hours in the day, it would be awhile before the Solar monarch interrupted his findings.
An hour and a half had passed since Discord had opened the private diary. His face was one with glee. His lips were upturned into a crafty grin, his eyes full of excitement as they darted backwards and forwards at almost impossible speeds across the page, eagerly sucking up information, akin to how a sponge soaks up water. Who knew that Celestia had an entire list of ways to prank and potentially humiliate her entire staff? Or that she got bad gas from eating broccoli?
"Oh Celly, you brilliant mare." He snickered as he continued to pour over centuries of memories, personal thoughts and wild ambitions. He was almost to the end of the diary, pausing and letting out a small chuckle at her embarrassing moments and pranks she would perform on anypony who took her fancy. Discord’s eyes then suddenly stopped upon a large entry towards the back of the diary. “Wait, what?” He mused breathlessly. His eyes studied the section in front of himself carefully, slowly and meticulously ploughing over the information, almost like he was tasting a fine wine, which was ironic considering the small red stains of the alcohol over the pages. It was just so odd. It read:
‘Dear Diary,
Today I went and meet with Discord for a friendly chat. He seemed to be just fine, recovering from the events surrounding Tirek, and he was genuinely letting friendship into his heart, with not just Fluttershy giving him a chance. He genuinely looks like he enjoys the company of others, which warms my heart, knowing he is embracing friendship. I have utmost confidence that he is trustworthy now and his mischief will only be limited. On a side note, I couldn’t help but noticing that he looks rather alluring. He has his own charms and quirks which just seem rather attractive, his carefree, jolly attitude always brightens up a room, bringing forth laughter at his antics. His amusing pranks always help to cheer me up, no matter how slow or boring a day in court is, involving myself, my guards or the hoards of nobles.
However, I think he would be just perfect if he put on; I don’t know.. about several hundred pounds. A massive, sagging, plush, roll covered belly, wobbling like a vat of jelly at the slightest movement, sweat collecting in between the plush expanse as it rests on the ground, pooling like partially melted ice cream. Jutting out behind him, his titanic, juicy, cellulite dimpled rump, plush as a bag of fluffy marshmallows, with matching bubbly thighs, threatens to swallow up his puny swollen feet, with a huge bloated, sausage like tail, bulging with fat and hopelessly pinned down by its obscene girth. Huge, blobby bingo wings, encompassing the entirety of his arms and drooping downwards under their immense weight and size, almost being unable to be lifted under their power alone. His back would become so laden with blubber, his wings being sunk into his supple, squishy flesh, expansive folds drowning the appendages in so much blubber so they cannot even twitch; the sheer weight of himself would force him to waddle every time he walked, with his hips spread wide to accommodate his sheer size.
Finally, his face would no longer be angular and sharp, as blubber collecting there would swell his cheeks into sagging rugby ball sized blobs; he would own a huge collection of chins, each larger and heavier than the last, with drool pooling and running down each one like a waterfall, spilling onto pumpkin sized moobs, swollen from the excessive fat stacked and shoved onto his blob like form, dangling like swollen cow udders. When he burps, his chins, cheeks and jowls slap together because of the sheer force, sending flecks of slobber everywhere and when he farts, his entire gargantuan ass will ripple and sway like a stormy sea and… Oops, seems like I got carried away there. I’m going to have to leave it there for tonight. I just hope nopony reads this.
From Princess Celestia’
Discord sat there in shock. His eyes flicked backwards and forwards, as if not believing the words in front of himself. Celestia, Princess Celestia, the mare who locked him away for a thousand years in stone, who fought him prior to that for many a year, was attracted to him? And wished that he was a titanically obese slob, with sagging rolls and folds? In all his years, Discord was genuinely flabbergasted at such a statement. Nothing prior in the diary had so much as hinted to her attraction towards the spirit of chaos or her fetish, though in her more inebriated state, her desires were finally put to pen and paper.
Yet, such an idea intrigued him. With his powerful chaos magic, and his immortality, such an idea would definitely be possible. The entry had only been a few years old, written privately, so it was improbable she would be lying. Plus, Discord couldn't help but feel some attraction towards Celestia. She tried to be accommodating to the chaos spirit, helping him to be more publicity accepted, especially after the incident with the Changelings, playing up his heroic sacrifice for Starlight Glimmer, Thorax and Trixie as being a large part which helped save the day. Apart from some Elements of Harmony, she was the only pony who enjoyed his presence, able to have long chats about various topics which were both or neither in either party’s interest. And that mischievous streak she had was something to be desired, along with those glorious growing flanks and drooping belly, which seemed to balloon larger and larger than as of recently.
Relatable, helpful, with growing curves and with a charming personality and the simple fact she liked him too, she was perfect. Glancing outside of the window, Discord could see that the sun was getting much lower in the sky and, by pulling a pocket watch out of nowhere, he could see that Day court would finish in about half an hour. That, plus going to dinner, taking a bath, lowering the sun and travelling the long, stretching hallways, gave him at least an hour and a half extra before Celestia's arrival. Forming a pyramid with his talon/paw, a large, toothy grin was plastered upon his face, akin to that of a shark. "Well, let's get to it." He chuckled, followed by the snap of his talon, engulfed his body, and soon the entire room in bright white light.
"Sister, whatever is the matter?" Sitting at one side of a large white and purple cloth-covered table, a large white alicorn sat. Her normally flowing rainbow coloured mane drooped and odd hairs stuck out at random intervals. Under her large, tired eyes, small bags had formed. Princess Celestia picked her head upwards and tiredly looked towards another alicorn on the opposite side of the table. She was a lot smaller than Celestia, with a royal blue coat colour and a large star spangled mane. Princess Luna fixed her sister with a concerned look. She looked worn out, her posture too slumped backwards on her padded wooden chair like a rag doll.
“Oh Lulu, It's just been one of those days, again. Excessive amounts of nobles with absurd proposals for their own selfish needs, which I have to sit through every one of them, mind you, before having to explain why their awful ideas were being rejected. And not just that. I can't honestly believe the amount of public appearances I have to make all over Equestria for the opening of a new building or for a charity proposal.” Princess Luna gave the solar diarach a sympathetic look as the ivory mare cut herself a massive slice of cake from the spread on the table, the cake itself almost completely gone. The variety in foods included breakfast, dinner and many desserts, the breakfast because of Luna waking up at night to perform her duties, such as raising the moon and holding night court.
Celestia levitated the huge chunk in her golden coloured magic and glanced at the slice. The cake in question was a large triple chocolate masterpiece ordered from Sugar Cube Corner in Ponyville. To say there was too much chocolate would be an understatement; the thing was absolutely swimming in cocoa goodness, chunks of milk, white and dark chocolate buried deep inside the spongy mass. It was just the thing to help cheer a certain sweet toothed alicorn up.
It was the same sweet toothed alicorn in question which was feeling the effects of her excessive consumption of cake. True, the solar princess had already been pudgy, because of her love of sweets. However, growing stresses because of more ponies visiting court each day with long rambling nonsense, large and often pointless meetings, the effects of excessive comfort eating were taking its toll on her body. A large jiggling belly was developing, around the size of a large swollen watermelon. Thick slabs of blubber ringed around her back, slightly covering the base of her wings, though it was unlikely they would ever lift her burgeoning girth. Her gelatinous mass of her stomach rested on her huge thickened thighs and bulged outwards, causing a large bulbous roll to form, which was dotted with cake and icing her overworked jaw missed.
Celestias globular flanks and plot were pressed firmly into the confines of her seat, dimpled marshmallowy flesh poking through gaps in the chair’s arms and back and sagging downwards. It wouldn't be long before she could take up two chairs, each accommodating her bloated buttocks, both cheeks as large as a pony’s head. Her sun cutie marks stretched outwards, becoming warped and distorted by the ballooning plot flesh underneath them. Below her softening face a blobby chin had formed, with the signs of a second one forming already. Her neck filled with adipose which creased at her withers. Whenever she spoke, they would wobble like pendulums, maintaining momentum even when she stopped talking.
Taking a large bite out of the treat, Celestia let out a small moan as the mass of sugar washed over her tongue, the mass of icing staining her lips and rounding cheeks, as the sugary gloop covered the fur around her muzzle, which she quickly removed using an ebony embroidered napkin, though it was almost completely covered in dark brown streaks of her high fat and calorie meal. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of her sister, who didn't have as many activities to deal with, as very few visited her court each night and, when dream walking, she may never even encounter a nightmare. But this thought was quashed as she remembered how lonely she could get on some nights, with only the company of her guards for comfort, and unlike herself, Luna didn't really have any help in performing her duties.
“Well, Sister of mine, I believe an early night is in order for you. You will not get any more sleep staying up for an extra hour and a half reading your novels and magazines.” Luna stated firmly. Celestia agreed, reading before going to bed, despite calming herself, was doing no good for her tiredness if she stayed up well past her bedtime. Nodding her head, causing her chin and jowls to sway, she finished the slice in two quick bites and slowly pushed her chair back, the legs grinding upon the hard stone beneath. She slowly stood up, raising herself to her full height, easily dwarfing the two unicorn guards standing by the grandiose golden door at the end of the room. However, she felt an extra weight on her generous flanks and turned her head slightly, causing the flab around her neck and withers to bunch and crease. Her bum clung to the chair, her plot cheeks refusing to let go of their impromptu prison, flesh peeking out of the sides of the chair.
Letting out a tired sigh, she shook her rear end backwards and forwards, her cellulite packed buns rippling and sloshing independently of each other. Such shaking sent a huge chain reaction through her gelatinous body, resulting in her low hanging gut to join in the odd dance of plump white flesh. Finally, the chair released its grip and fell clattering to the floor behind Celestia. Looking towards Luna, the white mare offered a small, tired smile. “I’ll see you in an hour to lower the Sun.” Luna nodded quickly, trying to stifle a laugh at the ridiculous display, before returning to a large plate of pancakes, dripping in syrup and berries which sat steaming in front of herself.
Trudging over to the door, the two guards (with small rosy blushes adorning their faces) gave their ruler a salute, before they lit up their horns and the doors became engulfed in a light golden aura, causing them to swing slowly open revealing a large open hallway. The stretching corridor had huge stained windows lining either side of the passageway. Thick stone columns stretched up towards the ceiling, with large planters full of alternating dark and light coloured flowers. As the princess of the sun moved wearily down the red-carpeted hall, the sounds of clopping filled her ears as her golden slippers impacted the floor with every hoofstep, causing her body to undulate and sway like a water balloon.
Her butter ball of a belly was so large whilst standing, it forced Celestia to adopt a waddle just so her legs shift around her proverbial pumpkin sized anchor. Speaking of anchors, her elephantine body did wonders in turning a normally 5 minute gentle trot to a 12 minute slog, her excessive poundage feeling the full effects of gravity as the Celestia sweat heavily and her muscles slightly ached with exertion, making her feel even more grimy. She made her way towards the bathroom which meant taking a left turn, a right turn, another left turn, before entering a short corridor.
A smaller door with a young pegasus guard standing there in what appeared to be armour made of foals craft material and holding a spear, patterned so to look like a candy cane, was at the end. Seeing Celestia appear, a look of panic graced his features as he watched her approach, which he hastily tried to cover up with a salute. A smile appeared upon her mouth, a knowing look gracing her rounded, flabby features. ’Discord’, she thought. Why else would they be dressed in such ridiculous gear?
“Don’t worry, my little pony, we all have been on the receiving end of his pranks every once in a while” she reassured him, to which the guard brightened and gave a respectful bow. Celestia walked over to the wooden door, with a small picture of a stylised bath engraved into it and the pegasus gently pushed it open with a hoof. The smell of soaps filling her nose and the sloshing of water became audible. She let out a small sigh, ready to cleanse and relax before going to her warm, plush bed. Trotting, or at least attempting to trot to the door, she moved through the open portal, only to stop suddenly. Turning her head, she could see why. The small door had trapped her cellulite dimpled butt, which caused creases to form around where the door frame clung to the doughy mass. Shifting her gaze to the guard, she saw that his wings had extended and a ghost of a blush was on his cheeks. "I require a ahem... push, if you would be so kind."
The pegasus moved around behind Celestia, nervously planting his hooves into his ruler’s doughy behind, resulting in them sinking in as he did so, the flab engulfing up to the base of his fetlocks. He then pushed all his weight into the plush posterior, causing him to sink in further. Celestia too was starting to dig her hooves into the tiles of the bathroom and into the marble outside as she strained to free herself yet again. Progress was slow, with the massive royal only shifting a couple of inches at most as the frame was gradually shifted and dragged off her globular bottom and flanks. The guard was beginning to puff and pant, and had even resorted to pumping his wings up and down furiously to generate extra push. Both individuals were covered in sweat, thick droplets tricking down their forehead and bodies, soaking into their coats, and in Celestia’s case, collecting in her folds, causing an increasingly uncomfortable, sticky feeling.
However, the sweat lubricated each rump cheek, and with a loud ‘SCUUURP!!!’ sound, Celestia staggered through the doorway. The Guard wasn't so lucky, as having to lean upwards to reach the Solar Diarch’s rear end, plus all the force he was exerting, caused him to fall flat on his face, exhausted. Celestia looked down at him sheepishly, before encasing him in her golden magic and lifting the stallion to his hooves. “Whatever is your name?” Celestia softly spoke to him.
“I…I, I’m Short Spear, Y…Your highness.” He replied, trying to wipe some stray sweat droplets away.
“Well, I’ll see that you get, shall we say, double your wage for your troubles, and to, erm, not mention this, please. I think I may have put on quite a few pounds,”. She chuckled out slightly apprehensively.
“Of course your highness. That’s perfectly acceptable.” He said, followed by a quick bow.
“Good, I’ll see you later Short Spear, and please, change your armour. I’ll get Discord to turn it back later.” Nodding, he pivoted on the spot, and marched away, before dashing back to grab his spear. Closing the door behind herself, she let out another long-suffering sigh. “I really need to widen these doorways.” She spoke in a quiet tone. “Or just some extra butter to grease up the edges, if I can restrain myself from gobbling it all down.” Smirking to herself, she trotted up to the already run tub, as large as a spa's swimming pool, ready to relax and cleanse.
Having lowered the sun, Celestia bade her much smaller sister a pleasant evening and headed indoors from a lower balcony. It was always a pleasure, watching as the enormous ball of plasma dropped below the horizon and let the moon rise into the sky, suddenly filling with a dark purple twilight and being dotted with many hundreds of twinkling stars. It was especially enjoyable being able to do it alongside her sister, which hadn't been possible until a few years ago.
Now was the tough task of getting up to her bedroom. As much as the portly princess wanted to teleport up to the corridor housing her room, she had to travel on hoof. It was a rule Celestia had made around a hundred years ago. It stated that Celestia (and Luna) could only use large and powerful spells, like teleportation, in dire circumstances or if they were scheduled to do so in certain rooms and certain places at certain times. This was so to not panic any of the royal guard or staff if their princess suddenly disappeared with none of them knowing or seemingly without reason, and to make sure that they knew the palace was safe. She had devised these rules decades ago when her portly figure wasn’t expanded to quite the same degree as it had now. She shot herself in the hoof, her gluttonous tendencies punishing her for it.
Sighing again, she made her way towards the first staircase. Normally this would take half a minute to walk up, now it felt like climbing a small hill. Her billowing belly bunched and slapped into her hind legs because of the gradient of the steps, causing her to stumble slightly as she ascended. This made it immensely more difficult to move, and, due to gravity, which was already working up a heavy amount of sweat, the droplets trickled down her and soaking her fur as they collected in her back folds. Trying to adjust her gait wasn't very effective, as spreading her legs just made progress harder and slower, so she quickly considered her options.
If she continued walking, as she always did, she would be completely worn out by the time she reached her room, and her bath would have been almost useless as she would be filthy by the morning. Flying was out of the question, the blobby mare could not get enough strength to lift her globular body, and, even if she did, the movements of doughy flesh in her swollen flanks, neck and belly as they swayed and jiggled due to her flapping would make control extremely difficult. A thought struck her and a small grin alighted her rounded cheeks. Lighting her horn, Celestia enveloped her jelly like midsection in a golden aura and hefted it up and forwards, causing it to bunch up and spread out sideways. Immediately it felt like an enormous weight has been removed from her body, as her adipose filled belly was in comparison small to some objects her magic had lifted in the past.
With the smaller amount of weight and more legroom, the snow white diarch easily made her way upwards. Her bountiful body still shook and wobbled as she did so, but she was so much less encumbered than before. Thinking back to her bath, she found it to be relaxing, even more so than when she possessed far less blubber. One advantage to her flab was that she was now buoyant and floated when she was in water. Laying back, her belly would rise above the waterline, looking like a snow-capped island, with the two folds connecting between her belly button, causing it to become even more sunken into the bloated gut. She could just lay there for ages and slowly drift and float around, letting her body become very relaxed. Another positive was that cleaning, whilst taking longer than usual, felt more pleasurable, as her flannel moved over her immense frame and into her cavernous folds. The cloth would press deeply into her blimp like form, and would spring backwards when she had moved onward, sending waves of shifting adipose through her obese curves and deep into her nerves.
Once she had finished in the bath, she had decided to use her scale to find out how much she weighed. Internally, Celestia cringed at the memory of what number the dial had shot up to. Prior to her weight gain, she was roughly 170 pounds, including her slight pudge she had back then. The needle on the dial didn't lie, as she stared at the 3 numbers. 346. She was just over twice her previous weight! She was utterly astounded that she had put on such a tremendous amount of corpulent mass in such little time, then realised the sheer quantity of fatty, sugary, greasy and calorie laden meals and snacks she would consume daily. Massive stacks of pancakes in the morning, large numbers of pastries at lunch and immense quantities of whatever was being served for dinner, plus an extraordinary quantity of desserts. She had really done a number on her figure, and that number meant that the blubbery figure was moving into being definitely obesity and if not curbed would cause her weight ballooning into the stratosphere.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she shifted her rippling belly before proceeding to walk along yet another grandiose hall, massive golden chandeliers hanging from the roof. She let out a small giggle, imagining herself to be even larger than she was now. In her mind's eye, she saw herself looking less like a pony and more like a massive collection of odd-shaped snowballs. Her adipose filled belly pinned her down with its immense weight, rendering her immobile as she lay on its plush expanse, like a personal bed. Her hind quarters rose and sagged behind her, each cheek easily the size of a fully grown mare. The entirety of the drooping mass was covered in dimples, making it look like the surface of Luna's moon rather than a body part. Her hooves just peeking out from under her immensely thickened gelatinous legs as they threatened to swallow the keratin stumps. Her neck and face would be unrecognisable. A large cascade of chins, each one getting successively larger and blobbier than the last. Celestia imagined that it would force her to squint as her encroaching, battening cheeks pressed into her eyelids. Her wings would only just poke out between the gargantuan folds and rolls composing her meaty back. They would have to be regularly dried because so much heat would be generated by her massive collection of fat, stacked and piled upon her poor alicorn body, causing her to sweat profusely. Well, more so than she did already.
Celestia was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when, at the top of the final staircase, she noticed something odd. The long red carpet which stretched along the hall appeared to be creased and bunched in random places, something the various maids would have sorted out. "What in the world?" Mused the princess of the sun as she cautiously approached the curious crimson cloth. Quickly bracing herself, she released the magic surrounding her gut, causing her rotund middle to sway and jiggle immensely like waves on a storm ocean, each undulating and colliding with other areas of corpulent flesh. It took at least 20 seconds for the jiggling to cease, to which Celestia let out a long sigh.
Lighting her long conical horn, she rapidly performed a scanning spell of the offending carpet. There was nothing present. No evidence it was dragged by magic, no sign it had been booby trapped for a prank. It was very peculiar. Discord would likely perform something like this; a simple spell in order for the carpet to trip whoever walked over the fold, yet there was no evidence to suggest he did it. What was also weird was that nothing else had been disturbed or changed at all? The large ornate Chineighs vases hadn't so much as been touched, the plants they contained inside hadn’t even had a leaf touched, and the various expensive paintings hadn't even had a hoof laid upon any of them either.
Following the bunching, Celestia noticed that it ended abruptly at her door. Cautiously, she took a step forward, before she had to readjust to a waddling gait, somewhat removing her stealthy movements before awkwardly moving to the door. Slowly, she grasped the handle in her magic, to which she slowly turned it and went inside, her head turned to check if there was anypony behind her. Finally, she closed the door with a reassuring click.
"Hello there Celly~"
The princess of the sun spun on her hooves to face the direction of the voice. Unfortunately for Celestia, her plush expanse failed to stop, causing the obese mare to stumble as she attempted to correct herself. Finally, after her bloated body stopped oscillating, she could acknowledge the proverbial elephant in the room. Where once her bed had lay on the floor, a humongous multicoloured blob lay instead, random parts highlighted by candle light strategically placed around the room. That voice, it was unmistakable. Discord. Celestia's mouth was wide open as she stared at the creature, it's lips turned upwards into a smug grin, causing his massive bloated cheeks to press upwards towards his eyes. His face, once very angular, had rounded outwards as fat widened his gargantuanly battened neck. A veritable waterfall of massive meaty chins dropped and sagged under their immense weight, the lowest one being as large as a normal pony’s leg.
Multicoloured stains were plastered over his cheeks, jowls and neck, the ones below his mouth were moistened by slobber as it dripped and flowed down like a mini waterfall, with some of it accumulating between each sausage like chin. Discord was lying on his normally serpentine like belly, now looking more akin to a gelatinous misshapen dessert than an actual creature. Masses of brown rolls of blubber were piled up on the marble floor, the sheer weight and volume of the flesh caused it to spread out like partially melted chocolate ice cream. His entire belly was easily as wide as a carriage is long, with each corpulent roll holding more flab than Celestia's entire body did.
His bloated head was being propped up by his eagle talon. The entire appendage was blanketed with juicy lard, and the sheer weight of it caused massive bingo wings to form, the base of which squished and pooled against the ground. The joins in the claw itself were massively swollen to the point they could barely even bend, giving the appearance that they had been inflated like party balloons. His lion paw had suffered a similar fate, with it laying bloated and encumbered against the ground, idly playing and grabbing the nearest fold of his belly, the flab oozing through the gaps in between his fingers.
Behind him, two globular mismatched butt cheeks rose jutted outwards. Each one was larger than Celestia herself and both looking like partially deflated exercise balls as they were dragged downwards by their own excessive girth, both of them threatening to swallow his thigh/cannon as they engulfed the thickened legs in green and brown marshmallowy flesh. His tail looked like a massively long beanbag chair, the scales of which had stretched and distorted to accommodate the blubber filled sack. His wings were sunk into his incredible folds of back flab, leaving them almost completely obscured, looking like individuals bobbing in a vast ocean, struggling to surface from the roiling waves.
“Hahaha! You should see the look on your face, priceless!” Discord chortled at Celestia’s gaping maw, wide staring eyes, and fully extended wings. The laughter however caused a cascade of bloated and bulging Draconequus flab to ripple outwards from his head, sending his body into a frenzy of rippling and quivering fat. Huge titanic blobs of his body collided and slapped together, akin to waves breaking on the shoreline, causing the jiggling flesh to travel to every inch of Discord’s body as momentum was transferred through his entire form. Finally, after around a minute, his body finally settled as his derriere stopped its incessant shaking. Celestia was still standing there, eyes wide, scanning his immense body. “I take it you like what you see~” Celestia nodded sharply, expression non changing.
“Would you like to take a closer look? Come on, I know how much you want me. You want to caress these folds, you want to bury your muzzle into my pillowy body, softer than any cloud or bed. You want to grasp and fondle my butt, so huge and dimpled and packed with hundreds of pounds of over-nourished, gelatinous blubber. You want to play with my chins, hefting them up and letting them fall under their immense weight. So come on, what are you waiting for~,’ With an encouraging pat of his gut, the snow white alicorn slowly picked her way towards the blimpy body in front of her, waddling all the while as her comparatively minuscule body sloshed with every plodding step. Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through her mind, each filled with desire and lust. For now, logical thoughts like, ‘How in Equestria did he know that I liked him?’ and ‘How did he find out my secret?’ were buried under longing commands, filled with pent up desire to grab, fondle, kiss, hug and whatever other crazy fetish packed desires floated through her clouded brain.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally reached his belly. Slipping off her golden shoes and removing her crown and breastplate, Celestia tentatively inched closer to the plush expanse. As she made contact, she felt the gigantic fold. "Tell me Tia', what does it feel like?" She continued to move her hoof across and around the mass. Cautiously she pushed down into the blubber, only for her hoof to meet little resistance. She continued to push further, more of her leg was being submerged, first her hoof, then her fetlock and then her cannon afterwards. Her entire leg had sunk in and only now was she feeling some small resistance.
"It, feels, amazing." She slowly responded. "Like velvet covered jelly." She felt so cosy, her entire hoof enveloped in a soft plush mass and her flabby body pressed up against his massively obese one. Placing her other foreleg into the flesh, she allowed that too to sink, before flopping forwards onto the chocolate coloured blubber, her whole obese mass smooshing into Discord. She hugged and squished and groped deeply into the mass, letting out small moans as she fondled the gargantuan roll with increasing vigour. Discord too was enjoying himself too. Her hooves glided and pushed over his pliable body, causing his nerves to be constantly stimulated as his body rocked and wobbled as flab refilled areas where her hooves had glided through. It felt like such an odd massage, having so much body being touched and moved whilst ripples and movements of flesh allowed for nerves far away from the epicentre to be stimulated, causing him to murr at the contact.
Slowly, Celestia made her way around to Discords face, and what a sight it was. The huge fat deposits bunched and creased around his smiling lips, pressing his football like cheeks upwards towards his half-lidded eyes. Blubber seemed to accumulate all around his head, rounding it outwards and then being pulled down by gravity. Pulling her hooves out of his massive folds resulted in loud popping noises akin to releasing a vacuum from an object forcibly. Directly facing Discords head, she placed her hooves on his chins. Immediately her hooves were moistened, soaked and dirtied by drool and food stains as she dug through the tyre like rolls, playfully patting and squeezing them as she worked her way upwards. She paused as her hoof met a circular object buried in the roll closest to his head. Pulling it out, it turned out to be a cookie, though it was very warm because of his insulating folds, causing the milk chocolate chips to melt and smear along his chins.
Moving up to Discords mouth, with a small smile, she moved the cookie towards his mouth, which opened to accept the calorie rich treat. Closing his mouth, he let out a small moan of satisfaction as he quickly chewed and swallowed the pathetic morsel. Placing her hooves on his squishy cheeks, she leaned in close. "I love you" she whispered.
Discord smiled, not his usual smirk, but an actual one portraying utter joy at her three words. "I love you tooOUUUURRPPPP!!!" Discord belched, the force of which sent his body jiggling again, his rippling forcing Celestia to grip to him as her body was rocked and rolled with his battened jowls and chins as they slammed into her. After his body had stopped shaking, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. Then he felt a pair of lips against his own. Surprised, he quickly opened his eyes to see Celestia's cute muzzle pressing into his, their fat filled cheeks squishing against one another.
The Solar diarch stopped, pulling back slightly, before Discord locked lips with hers and returned the kiss with full enthusiasm. Both of their mouths opened, their tongues wrestling for dominance within the confines of their mouths. Celestia could taste nothing but sweet desserts in the Chaos spirit’s mouth, and she hungered for more, increasing the intensity of their Prench kiss. After a minute of exchanging saliva, they pulled back from one another. Discord opened his eyes to see the white beauty that stood before himself. She looked like she was in heaven, half-lidded eyes and an enormous smile adorning her plump complexion. "Well, you know how to please a mare." Celestia tittered, walking backwards from the blob of sexiness that lay before her.
“As do you too, my dear” Discord replied, his head turning as much as possible to keep the white beauty in his sights as she circled around his body again.
“Discord, if I may ask, where is my bed?” Celestia mused, still circling around his body staring at his titanic ass and tail.
“It has, well… vanished, so to speak.” He carefully replied. “However, something much larger, softer, warmer and sexier has replaced it. Want to take a guess at what it could be~?”. Disappearing in a flash of magic, Celestia appeared on Discords back, immediately sinking into his back rolls, until only around half of her legs emerged from the top, making Celestia look like a small cake decoration a foal had pushed into the icing slightly too hard. Slowly, she trudged towards Discord's rear end, feeling like she was pushing through molasses. As she reached her destination, she slowly knelt and lowered herself, her plush belly squashing and bunching up against her legs as she got lower until she lay flat on her side. As her weight redistributed along Discords back rolls, she sank less into the glorious blubbery expanse, body now only sinking around 30 centimetres into him. She lay her head down upon the Draconequus’s plump rump, head propped up slightly as she readjusted to lay flat on her back. Looking across at the nearby wall, she saw how high she was above the floor, giving the impression she was sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed. Letting out an enormous yawn, she snuggled deeper into her new bed, the ‘bed’ in turn jostling and wobbling beneath her like a water bed.
“I had a wonderful evening with you, Discord." Celestia spoke calmly towards the mismatched antlers at the end of the bed. Her thoughts had finally become more logical now after letting loose her lusts and desires into the tub of lard beneath herself. "Even if you had to poke around my room and diary to come up with the idea."
Discord blanched slightly at those words. "How did you know I was the one that did that? There is no evidence to suggest that I was the one who did such a dastardly deed." He proclaimed, though slightly nervously.
Celestia giggled. "Oh, so you mean that book sitting out on my desk with the words, 'Diary' written on the front in my writing, which I know that I place at the bottom of a highly secured filing cabinet has nothing to do with it?"
"No... But you're not mad at me, are you?" Discord mused back at the plush alicorn on his back. He felt a pair of lips on his left buttock, deeply kissing the smooth, squishy mass.
"Not one bit." She breathed out, only just audible as Celestia pulled back, readjusting herself causing ripples to flow through his rolls and into Celestia's, almost like being on a bouncy castle as she was jostled this way and that. Letting out another yawn, she closed her eyes, her horn glowing to extinguish the candles in the room, one by one.
"Good night, Celly, I'll see you in the morning." Discords words drifted up towards Celestia as she slowly let her mind clear.
"Good night, my lardy tub of love. Sweet dreams." She replied. 'Today was a good day' She mused internally as she slowly drifted off to sleep.