Royal Treats

      
      “And you would not believe all the stares that I got on the way over here,” Rarity huffed whilst pacing about the living room, one hand planted upon her ample hips, swaying from side to side with each step she took, while the other ran through her curling purple mane, “and all in the most utterly bewildered manner you could imagine! I swear, the nerve of some people. You’d think they had never seen a pony before in their lives.”
      
      “Some people have a low threshold for strange and unusual things, Rarity,” Celestia replied with a thin smirk, turning only her neck to glance back toward the unicorn, while she carefully kept the rest of her body completely and utterly still. Such was necessary in order to avoid any mistakes in the measurements of the tapes which floated about her; one currently stretched around her midsection, the yellow length extending far in order to accommodate the enormous girth of her stomach, a grand paunch of pale flesh sagging out far over her waist and obscuring her legs down to her knees. “Perhaps they couldn’t help but be cowed into submission, awed by the grand beauty which you exude.”
      
      “Oh pshah, Celestia darling, you flatter me!” she said, not without a faint rosy tint upon her cheeks, and upon reading the numbers on the measuring tape she wrote them down on a notepad floating before her, all surrounded by a pale blue glow which also emanated from her horn. “But I suppose it must only be true. Even when I dress modestly it is impossible not to take note of my perfected physique.” “Modest” was a rather relative term for one as extravagant as Rarity, as the blouse she was clothed in still displayed a vast canyon of cleavage between the monumental marshmallow mammaries which made up her chest, globes that stretched well beyond the span of her arms, sagging down over the slope of her gut. “Of course, I could hardly say such without making mention of your own figure, Princess; your girth is just as magnificent, if not even more so!”
      
      “Goodness, such a scandalous claim to make to an alicorn. I have no idea what you could possibly mean.” She spoke slyly, brilliant violet eyes half shadowed by the billowing folds of her rainbow mane.
      
      “Eight feet and five inches of ass say otherwise, dear,” Rarity whispered lasciviously as she came closer behind Celestia, only taking a few steps before her bust came into contact with the behemoth buttocks which jutted out in a vast shelf behind the princess, their combined width enough to eclipse her height, acres of white skin utterly bare as flabby mass compressed together.
      
      The royal mare only responded with a hearty laugh, the motion enough to send ripples running over the surface of her form.
      
      “Well, that’s everything done for your fitting now, in any event,” Rarity chuckled softly as she backed away, and all the floating measuring tapes rolled themselves up and converged upon the unicorn, depositing themselves in her cleavage – the only form of storage she needed – “you’re quite the stoic subject to work upon, as always.”
      
      “Ah, thank you dearly, Rarity, it is always so wonderful to have the opportunity to see you,” she sighed, finally allowing herself to fully relax, body jiggling profusely as she moved, wobbling like a mold of gelatin in the simplest actions of turning in place, “and for this particular occasion I feel the need to reward you specially for your efforts.” Her tall horn glowed with a bright golden light, and with a flash there was floating before her two small saucers, perched upon each of which was a small piece of cake, white fluff surrounded by chocolate frosting, alongside a fork. “I had something special prepared for the two of us,” she said warmly, though the crafty curling of her eyebrows was still faintly noticeable, “I know it may not look like much, but I trust that it is especially delicious and potent.”
      
      “Oh well thank you very much Celestia!” the unicorn replied graciously as she levitated one of the plates toward her, taking the fork in one hand and licking her lips in anticipation, “I do always enjoy the sweets your kitchen is able to whip up.” Perhaps one might have expected a pony with mannerisms as refined as Rarity to be slow and methodical about even such a small meal, but she eagerly lifted the whole thing at once and delivered it unto her waiting maw, chewing greedily upon the savory flavor, and Celestia followed suit shortly afterward.
      
      There was a soft hum of pleasure shared between the two of them as they enjoyed their treats. Then there was a loud commotion: clothes tearing asunder, furniture clattering as it was pushed aside, and floorboards groaning in protest.
      
      “Ahhh, truly divine,” Rarity said loftily as she set the empty plate down upon the most readily available surface, which in this case was nestled at the center of her chest, which now consisted of mountainous breasts that rose up high above her, parted to the sides to form a great valley which she could just barely look through. It didn’t seem to occur to her that it was suddenly much more strenuous to move, between her engorged legs, overtaken by bulbous thighs and buttocks, her arms laden with sleeves of flab, and her neck swaddled in tiered fleshy folds. “I really must thank you myself now, for inviting me over for such an opportunity!” she said as she laboriously took one trundling step forward, pushing against her gut whilst it dragged against the floor.
      
      That one step was all it took, however, to close the gap between her and Celestia, stomach and breasts sidling up against the vast bed of belly which sprawled out like an avalanche of meat from the alicorn’s torso, comparatively modest breasts the size of overgrown pumpkins resting upon its upper slopes. She hardly budged more than a faint jiggle, given that she was firmly anchored in place by her own rear end, an ocean of buttocks which ballooned out behind her all the way to the wall, resting upon the floor just as much as her hooves were, tail just barely peeking out from between the crests of the enormous mounds as an afterthought. “It’s not a problem in the slightest, my little pony,” the Princess said softly, smile creasing deep into the sides of her swollen cheeks, “I’m already eagerly awaiting your next visit.”