It was another glorious day in the Crystal Empire, with the crystal ponies planning out their holiday celebration in the coming week. Every pony hustled in preparation, tailoring their finest wares, ordering gifts, or gathering ingredients for a delectable banquet. Yes, it certainly was a busy week for all; all but for princess Flurry Heart. The teenage princess spent most of the week lounging on her custom made fainting couch, munching away on chocolates made by the castle chocolatier. Lazing the day away with a hoof atop of her doughy belly which hung off the edge of her couch.
Since she was a filly, Flurry Heart developed some of the finer tastes of high living. With servants tending to her every whim and having the divine magics of an alicorn, she developed a more sedentary lifestyle. Along with the extravagant parties and bountiful feasts she had each birthday, the allure of cake, pies, and sweats became an intoxicating addiction. All of this culminated into an extreme surplus of weight, which she quickly grew fond of the larger she grew. When she didn't revel in a soft ocean of wobbling fat, she patted and rubbed at how enormously bloated her stomach became after a feast; grinning and giggling at the sheer pleasure the gluttonous lifestyle brought her.
As time went on the princess found herself able to shovel more goodies down her maw the larger she grew. Whether it be pigging out by digging her muzzle into a mound of cake like her auntie Celestia or wolfing down hayburgers with her auntie Twilight, any moment she spent eating was a gleeful one. She soon grew too fat for school desks, broke a few public chairs, and even managed to crush the boards holding up her first few beds. It was even worse as a teenager, as she found herself getting stuck in doorways, tearing through her clothes each week, and having anything she placed her weight upon be custom made to hold her. It was all very amusing to her, as well as flattering. Having all this special treatment to accommodate her weight, which encouraged her to gain further.
Today was mostly routine for Flurry Heart: snack the morning away until lunch, stuff herself on whatever hefty portioned surprise her own personal chef made, take a short nap, then return to a grand dinner worthy of her stature. This week would be especially gluttonous with the celebration coming up. The thoughts of all the food she’d gorge herself with sending a pleasant tingling sensation throughout her blubbery body. The image of her enjoying another festival and becoming fantastically bloated from enough food to feed a quarter of the empire was a dream come true. Unfortunately this wouldn’t be the case in the coming week, but the fantasy behind it made her give her abundantly flabby figure a few mirthful pats.
"Flurry Heart, what are you doing?"
Popping another chocolate in her mouth, the princess looked to the corner of her eye. Her mother stood at the door, none too thrilled to see her whale of a daughter laying around during such a busy time. "Just seeing which chocolates would be better for the celebration mom; don't chip a hoof."
"I thought I asked you to go down to the flower shop and pick out the roses we’d want young lady."
"I'm going, okay, just give me a sec."
"Don't take that tone with me missy. This is a busy week and you're here laying on your flank while others move there's. Can't you be the least bit active?"
"I'm totally active. I've been using my hooves to eat these chocolates and not magic. Not to mention all this rubbing I've been doing; this belly is a lot to cover."
"If you spent half as much time moving around as you do eating you'd at least be a little thinner."
"Thinner? Come on mom," Flurry Heart wobbled her midsection, "I'm naturally a heavy eater, and take untold pleasure of the feast. You think it was easy growing this stomach? You know how difficult it gets trying to cram that last piece of cake in your mouth? Or actually reaching for your milkshake when you’re too bloated to move? It's not easy being this big mom, and I’m not going to waste all my hard work by getting thinner. I’m a proud glutton, like auntie Celestia. And one day, I hope to be more like her.”
Princess Cadance covered her face with a hoof, sighing in reluctance from her doughy daughters decree. “Well, if it’s not too strenuous for you, I’d appreciate it if you left for those flowers right now. I’ll even throw in some bits for you to get ice cream next door.”
Suddenly, Flurry Heart’s eyes shot open with intrigue. Turning her head to gaze into her mother’s eyes, she licked her lips. “You mean that?”
“Cross my heart,” Cadance sighed.
“It’s a deal.”
Immediately dumping the remaining bite sized chocolates in her mouth, she let loose a massive gulp as she swallowed them whole; smacking her lips as she savored their tastes all at once. Rolling off the couch, her stomach touched the floor long before her hooves as she stood upright. Stomach gurgling in anticipation, she shuffled across the floor, belly dragging and her luscious thighs and arms rubbing against her fat body. Head held high with barely a visible neck, she waddled past her mother, bumping her with her wide flank as she walked out the door.
* * * * *
Huffing and puffing as she walked out the flower shop, Flurry Heart set her sights to the ice cream shop across the road. Exercise was a distant relative, with the closest thing to a workout being getting out of bed in the morning or walking to the dinning hall. All her laying around and using her magic to feed herself when she was extra lazy resulted in developing very little muscle tone, which she prefered as it meant puffier limbs. She might as well of ran a marathon with how exhausted she became. Even if it were only a few blocks.
Squeezing through the front door, Flurry Heart shuffled her way into the shop. Her custom made stool, stretching as wide as three ponies, creaked under her weight as her twin flanks spilled over the edges. Catching her breath, she eyed over the glass countertop at the various flavors put on display; each one more delectable than the last. She sighed in disappointment after counting the bits her mother gave her. Not having enough to truly enjoy herself, thanks to spending the remnants of her allowance on milkshakes and hayburgers a week ago.
“Oh, well hello there princess. How’s my favorite customer today?”
“Hello Mr. Cream,” Flurry heart rested her plump cheek on her right hoof. “I’ll have the usual please. Just three though.”
“Only three? That’s seven less than usual.”
“I know, I’m a little short today. Maybe next time.”
Gathering three empty bowls, the shop owner proceeded to stack each with three massive scoops of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. Then cutting up some bananas, he spread them around. Finishing off the massive desert tower with a couple donuts, fudge, and drizzling it all with chocolate syrup. Each scoop of ice cream measured as large as a pony’s head, with the tower itself standing three feet tall. It was a monstrous concoction fit for a princess, and one Flurry heart specifically requested he create during one particularly gluttonous day.
“So what you been up to princess? Haven’t seen you in here for about a week.”
“I know, sorry about that. My mom’s been keeping me real busy with the festival coming up, and by the time I’m finished with doing stuff I’m too tired to go anywhere else.”
“Geeze, sorry to hear that. Even hardworking princesses need time to enjoy a cold treat.”
“I know, its like my mom thinks I just eat all day. I mean, hello? You think I’d be this thin sitting on my flank and stuffing my face until dawn?” She scoffed, gripping a roll of flab with a free hoof. “As if. I hardly have any time for myself lately.
“Such a shame princess.”
“Yeah, it can be rough at times. Thankfully, Mr. Shake was nice enough to help me out.”
Mr. Cream suddenly paused from cleaning a glass bowl. “Shake, huh? How so,” he asked as he quizzically furrowed his brow.
Flurry Heart leaned further against the counter, casually popping donuts and banana slices in her mouth. “Oh, just by giving me a huge discount on all the milkshakes and hayburgers I wanted for the week. I practically went there everyday, blowing all my princess’ allowance. I ended up spending so much I had to use money from the royal treasury just to pay him back.”
Without warning, the glass bowl Mr. Cream was cleaning cracked as he applied too much pressure to one side. “R-r-royal...treasury?”
“Yeah, I must have spent like, maybe a five hundred bits? Maybe more? I can’t remember exactly. It had to be a lot, what with all the discounted food I bought. My parents didn’t even mind because we have more bits than we even know what to do with anyway. So like, I guess I’d be fine to take bits out the royal fund to buy food from any pony; provided I’m getting the right discount of course.”
From the corner of her eye, Flurry Heart deviously grinned as the pony shop keep envisioned himself swimming in bits, courtesy of his faithfully gluttonous customer. It always seemed like a good day for him when she waddled through the door, spending every last piece of her allowance on ice cream until she left contentedly stuffed, hauling away a sloshing burbling belly full of sweets. It became a necessity for her whenever she waddled through those doors; mouth watering at all the delectable flavors he had on display. So, broke or not, she was determined to find some other way to get what she wanted. Using her gluttonous wit to prey on bit loving shopkeepers.
As the stallion day dreamed away, Flurry Heart rapidly finished her three massive ice creams. Making sure to lick each bowl clean with not a drop of chocolate syrup wasted. “Well, I better get going. Thanks for the treats Mr. Cream, they were great as usual.”
“W-what, leaving so soon,” the pony snapped back to reality.
“Yeah, I have to get back to the castle. Maybe the chef could whip me up something.”
“Wait, princess. I’d be happy to service you further here, if you don’t mind.”
“Aww, that’s sweet of you, but I’m out of bits.”
“Uh, that’s no problem, because...er...you have in store credit!”
“It’s like, you’re able to order what you want now, but you get to pay it back later. And for being such a good customer, you could even earn free ice cream!”
“Really,” Flurry Heart’s mouth began to water.
“Er, yes, and because you have such a good credit, anything you get today is fifty percent off.”
“Fifty percent,” the princess’ eyes grew wide with amazement, “And I don’t have to pay now?”
“Of course...er, provided there’s enough in the royal treasury of course.”
“Well in that case, give me double of my usual order, twenty banana splits, ten dozen donuts, and six of your ice cream cakes.”
“R-right away princess!”
As he dashed off to prepare her desert banquet, Flurry Heart gave her blubbery gut a congratulatory pat. In truth she had simply been too lazy to leave the castle the previous week, settling with snacking and lounging the days away. Her mother withheld her allowance due to her laziness, forcing her to spend her previous savings. With a lack of funds, Cadance expected her to move her rump and do something productive. Little did she know she did her daughter a favor. Had she not interfered with her lounging, she wouldn’t be expecting her daughter to return as more of a lardaceous blob than when she left.
In only a few minutes, Mr. Cream brought out a trolley carrying a few of the things she asked for. Immediately she dug into her sundae, scooping large spoonfuls and shoveling it all down her maw. Its cool taste lavished her taste buds, triggering the reward center of her brain to greedily ask for more. The back of her throat soon filled with a downpour of deserts, all of it slithering effortlessly into the confines of her stomach. As it digested, her belly blissfully burbled, eager as she was to convert it all into extra layers of doughy flab.
Amid satisfied grunts and moans, the princess occasionally smacked at her bulging gut. The waves sent by her hoof impacting upon its plush surface filled her with encouragement, causing her to simply dig in face first in a hoggish manner. Once filling her cheeks to the point she couldn’t even close her mouth, she would take a massive gulp, wincing as she forcefully urged the mound of junk food down her gullet. Once it was down, she blew a sigh of relief and continued her treatment. Not giving herself a moment's rest while food was in front of her.
Mr. Cream wryly smiled as he witnessed the princess gorging herself. It wasn’t the first time she pigged out at his establishment, and he was more than happy to have the young princess as a patron. Unfortunately, her gluttony was too much for some customers to deal with. If her gulping and sloping noises wasn’t enough to disturb them, her belching, sloshing, and over appreciation of her corpulence was enough to turn ponies off of ice cream for a month. Regardless, her money made up for the lack of customers, and it was a spectacle from time to time to witness such a young pony eat so much.
Releasing a content belch, Flurry Heart moved the empty glass bowls to the other end of the counter. Cleaning her face with magic, she popped the remnants of ice cream and crumbs of donuts into her mouth. She leaned the left side of her body against the counter, allowing her burbling belly to spill outward in the direction of the shop entrance. Enamored by her gluttony, she covetously rubbed her right hoof across the landscape of pink furry flab. Running it through every crevice and fold until she managed to slide it partly under her belly. Blissfully sighing, she lifted what she could, jiggling it in her arm as it plopped against her meaty thighs.
“What a belly,” she sighed, “maybe this time it’ll actually reach the floor.”
Smiling as she jiggled it about, she soon noticed a mare and her colt standing at the doorway. After an awkward amount of time looking at each other, the princess shattered the moment by belching in their direction and giving her gut a hefty smack. The tremors jiggled everything from her neck fat to her porcine plot, as if each ripple of fat was greeting the pair. The colt seemed impressed, never having seen such a massive pony before. But his mother, disturbed at the gelatinous spectacle, stormed out with her son; face smacked with a look of horror as if she had witnessed some blubbery eldritch abomination.
Flurry heart sneered, proudly groping her folds and fluffing up her plush neck. “Some ponies can’t handle being in the presence of royalty.”
“Here you go princess, the next batch.”
“Thanks Mr. Cream, oh, could you hand me that whole tub of cookies and cream, I’d really enjoy that.”
Doing as he was bid, he hauled over the large tub and laid it beside her. Like a pig at the trough, she dug in muzzle first. Filling her face with abandon while Mr. Cream continued bringing over desert after desert. All that was missing was Mr. Cream heading over to the nearest bakery and bringing her numerous assortments of cupcakes, pies, and cookies. Any amount of sweets to help her be a bountiful junk food queen.
As time passed Flurry heart showed little signs of slowing down and more signs of her girth becoming too much for the shop to handle. To a customer walking in, the first thing to greet them would be a wide wobbling alicorn with a plot so thick it enveloped the stool she sat on. It was hard to imagine there was a pair of hooves attached to the end of her chunky thighs, which were widening large enough to be a suitable table rest for her titanic belly. As it grew, it greatly pressed itself against the counter, smothering itself in all directions like a sideways pancake. Unfalteringly she fought against its attempts to push her away the more it expanded, squelching and churning as she laboriously leaned forward for the next treat.
She continued to ask Mr. Cream for the other ice cream tubs, along with whatever non ice cream foods stored in the back room. Greedily she gorged on, preferring not to use magic to effortlessly feed herself, but reveling in the struggle that came with being such a tremendous glutton. The strain of her indigested gorge being crushed against the counter as she leaned forward, the tiresome panting that came with such exercise, and the pauses in between her breathing while constantly swallowing, all brought her a pleasurable warmth throughout her being. All of it proved an effective motivation for her to eat more. Aiding in her test to see whether her mother’s assumption of her being a bottomless pit were true.
Upon finishing the last tub, the princess let out a blech that echoed throughout the establishment. Also taken aback by its immensity, she accidentally reeled back, causing her stool to bend just enough to hurl her onto the floor. With a loud slam, her more fat padded back cushioned her fall, but not before her plot rubbed the ground a second after she belched. Dazed for a moment, she was soon greeted by a sea of her sloshing belly, rolling up to her chest as it swayed forward and back. Glorping about as its contents shifted around like apples in a barrel.
“Uuugh, what a feast,” she groaned, hooves atop her sloshing belly to cease its momentum. “One of the more gluttonous ones I’ve had in awhile. I can’t remember the last time I carried such a huge belly.”
Feeling her doughy gut underneath her hooves, she blissfully sighed as she felt her indigested gorge gurgle and run through her touch. Her thighs sprawled themselves outward, giving room for her gut to rest between them, along with enveloping her bent stool. She wobbled it as she held onto it from the sides; clenching at her chunky lovehandles which nearly folded over to her flanks. It managed to jiggle the rest of her body, along with her lush bosom, which brushed against the bottom of her second chin. Her whole countenance, a quivering massive pink orb, large enough to fill out an whole supply wagon.
“Princess, are you alright?”
“Never better Mr. Cream,” she continued undulating her whale like gut in his presence. “Sorry about the stool.”
“Oh, it’s no problem,” he looked on in both shock and amazement at the mesmerizing bloated furry ice cream container. “I’ll just...order a new one. I came to tell you, this is all I have left.”
Opening her eyes and looking in his direction, she stifled a giggle as half of Mr. Cream was out of view due to her immense gut. What remained in full view however, was the cart he wheeled in sporting an amalgamation of foods all combined into a giant ice cream mound of fruits, sweets, and other junk foods. Donuts, bananas, cupcakes, sprinkles, all crammed into large scoops of strawberry, chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Her gut rumbled with anticipation, eager for this chocolate and strawberry drizzled monstrocity to occupy more space inside it. Giving it a few hearty smacks, she smiled as she shared its enthusiasm; even in her overly bloated and dazed state.
“That looks great Mr. Cream, just bring it down here. I’ll finish it off and be out of your mane in a jiffy.”
“There’s no rush princess, I’m all out of stock anyways. Nothings left to eat in this shop, unless I suppose if you decide to eat me...hehe.”
Flurry Heart ponderously rubbed her chin. Looking to her gut, then to Mr. Cream closing the shop; wondering how much of a fully grown stallion would fill her up. “I think I’ll stick to the ice cream for now, hehe...maybe.”
* * * * *
By sunset, Princess Cadance exited the dining halls of the castle, fed up with waiting so long for her daughter’s return. Shining Armor merely sat, enjoying his spaghetti while trying to avoid his wife’s glare. She knew something had gone awry, as it always had when her gluttonous daughter was late for dinner. The last time this happened, she had a stomach ache from gorging on too much nightmare night candy, and before that she was spending time with her aunt Pinkie Pie; and this was several dress sizes ago. If she cared to guess, Flurry heart had to of spent at least half the time outside eating more than what bits she gave her could afford.
Just as she trotted down the stairs and entered the foyer, the royal guards she dispatched for Flurry Heart opened the doors. At the sight of her daughter, her mane nearly stood on end. Pulling herself inside, Flurry Heart moaned in both bliss and discomfort as her immense body sloshed and quivered as she attempted to lug it around. It had bloated to such an incredible size that it lifted her back hooves off the ground, leaving her flanks to sway to and fro. She returned almost twice the size as when she left, bringing extra layers of fat and a series of smug hiccups.
“*Hic-hilp*, hey mom,” Flurry Heart grinned, her puffy cheeks barely discernible across her flabby face.
“Don’t hey mom me young lady. Your father and I waited for you to get back for almost two hours now.”
“Sorry, *hic-hilp*, I tried coming back faster, but, *hic-hilp*, I told you. It’s not easy carrying this belly.” She rolled slightly to her side, giving herself just enough space to tauntingly pat her robust gut.
“And just how exactly did you manage to get so big? I only gave you enough bits for ‘some’ ice cream.”
“Mr. Cream, *hic-hilp*, gave me a discount, and I managed to eat out his whole shop. It was so awesome. Even I was, *hic-hilp*, surprised how much I could handle. Speaking of which, *hic-hilp*, what’s for dinner?”
“Unbelievable,” Cadance shook her head as her daughter slugged her way past her and toward the kitchens. Nearly losing her footing as Flurry Heart bumped her with her massive rump. “Don’t expect me or your father to help you up the steps to reach your bedroom.”
“That’s fine mom. At my size, *hic-hilp*, I’m my own bed.”
Watching her daughter groan, slosh, and hiccup herself away, Cadance couldn’t even imagine the damage she might have done to Mr. Cream’s shop. She was loved by every food vendor in the empire, and so she was given special privileges for any damage caused by her gluttony. Still, even in her own castle, it didn’t compare to Celestia’s weekly onslaughts in Canterlot. But Flurry Heart’s appetite was growing, and she was gaining weight fast. Only time would tell if Flurry Heart’s passion for overeating would be able to match her aunt’s, or even surpass it.
“Oh mom, I almost forgot. I need to borrow money from the treasury, *hic-hilp*, if that’s okay.”