Title: Celestia Slob Part 3/3 (Calorie Colab) Author: ProfessorAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/ZXwQKTnk First Edit: Tuesday 31st of March 2015 11:21:40 PM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 31st of March 2015 11:21:40 PM CDT     Many months passed by with Celestia eating staggeringly larger portions of food to match her skyrocketing weight. Soon it became entirely unreasonable to lift and carry her great mass now resorting a mobile wheeled cart built to fit her ever expanding body. She had already maxed out the weight on the mine cart scale at over fifteen hundred stone. The several months since then had easily tripled her weight. Her body rested on her massive belly, now big enough to easily fill a small room wall to wall with its gelatinous mass. Her legs now were rendered mostly useless by the thick layers of fat that encased them. Any sort of movement from her legs or even just her mouth taking down another bite of food would send her rolls into motion jostling and waving. Her body is said to be hypnotic by some, even just watching her body rolling as waves spread across her flesh would drive ponies to serve her every whim. Though most agree it simply would be unwise to disobey requests from an alicorn who could flatten you beneath a small portion of her body.   The jiggling mass that was Princess Celestia alighted atop her version of a mobile throne. Even the great ironwraught cart, as massive as it was, could be seen straining and bowing under its gargantuan load. Along the sides were a set of supports that supported a vanity awning to shade the princess during their travels. Each of the poles had found themselves surrounded by pounds of Celestia's great, white, sweaty fat as her body filled the platform and had slowly made its progression to the edges. Below the platform a great number of supports held the platform to a pair of massive iron axles. There was even a slight bend to them as although they were magically reinforced to help bear the great weight of the platform and its occupant the princess had exceeded the engineers expectations and she was nearing the limits of what they had designed.   Very rarely was Celestia's personal presence as her massive form was both cumbersome to move and there was not much need for a figurehead outside of inspirational speaking, which she was quite happy to do from her personal courtyard. She had still insisted on taking at least one ride per month through the countryside around Canterlot, much to the objections of the guards, as she still enjoyed watching the kingdom change season to season. In addition to the 16 ponies pulling her cart more were brought along on her excursions both as guards and to pull an entourage of carts laden with pastries, sweets and any other foods the princess fancied currently. Despite her increasingly mammoth appetite, Celestia was insistent on not having to go hungry when she was out traveling and enjoying the sights. Even for the short trips out she would have enough food brought along to serve an entire banquet.   When she wasn't being carted around and was able to focus her full attention to eating it was truly an impressive sight to behold. The castle had built on an additional kitchen just for Celestia, and even with the extra facilities she often stressed the staff to keep up with her in her hungrier moods. She could easily put away multiple whole cakes and still be ravenous for more. Quickly levitating the frosted and glazed treats to stuff into her mouth often left a smear of excess all around her face and over her many chins as bits flaked off from her bites or bits escaped her mouth as she nearly inhaled the food. Though having a face smeared with chocolate and frosting would be unsightly for a princess the royal guard and her servants would not clean her off mid-meal for the risk of being hit with a flying piece of food or even worse, interrupting the princess while she was eating, was far to high. Those who were unlucky enough to draw the ire of the princess were often sentenced to be the cleaners of her deepest folds and crevices or to pull the food cart directly behind her while traveling.   Though she was often cleaned daily her immense body radiated such heat that in all but the coldest months in Canterlot the princess would be rapidly sweating. The stench of her sweat often hung heavy in the air near her, particularly when she was worked up eating. Trapped under her folds the smell would fester until the unlucky servant who was cleaning let it free and got a face full of the refined royal body odor. As they scrubbed away to remove the smell for another day her mounds of fat would jiggle and sway with each brush stroke across her.   Still worse than what her body could put off was behind or down wind from the princess whenever she unleashed the power of her ass. Her increasingly monumental appetite had also brought with it a similarly powerful gain in her gas. Those caught in her path were often left wheezing and gasping for air as the smell would fill the air and cling there like a sickly fog for a good 10 minutes or more. Those with weaker stomachs were often sent retching as their body tried fruitlessly to expel the odor. It was rumored among the younger guard that a direct blast to the face from the princess would strip the fur from your muzzle and sent men bleeding from their noses. Some even said it would turn a stallion blind from the smell. Anyone caught by the senior guards spreading such rumors around would be swiftly reassigned to the rear guard to "see if they could handle it first hand." Few who had been disciplined thusly were heard spreading blasphemy around again after their sentence ended.   Each blast would cause her celestial tail to flare up vibrantly with the potent fumes, often becoming a scorching inferno of stars and shifting auroras as the gas burned off quickly. The guards had learned to be careful to keep her away from anything too flammable as she had already nearly set a few buildings ablaze when she was in town giving a speech. Thankfully her guards caught it and quickly doused the flames while holding their breath. Celestia simply referred to her bouts of belching and pungent eruptions as her "excess divinity escaping". A few of her more fanatical followers were convinced of this fact and often had to be pulled away both for Celestia's safety and the safety of the followers themselves. They couldn't have someone choking to death trying to bury themselves between her ass cheeks. The optics of the cult following would tarnish Celestia's reputation even more than the time she mistook a visiting dignitary's hat for one of her many pastries and promptly ate it whole.   The courtyard she spent many of her days in had a great stone center on which her body rested while eating, sleeping, meeting with visitors and when the advisers met and bored her with the needless details of the kingdom, ate some more. Below and around her great gelatinous body the stone was stained from her sweat and precious bits of food that miss her mouth. Vibrations carried quite well through the stone slabs and when Celestia's hunger would make itself known everyone nearby could feel it through the very ground they stood on. The cool stone also helped keep her body cool despite the insulating effect of her many thick rolls of fat. Though, in the hot summer air though little could be done to mitigate the heat and both Celestia and the stone were awash in her sweat as her body tried desperately to cool off.   Though her royal kitchen tried its best to present Celestia with a dizzying variety of foods the amounts she went through in a meal often left her with the flavors available to her feeling dull and tired. Ever on the lookout to expand her pallet from the world of tastes available, she often funded expeditions that would visit settlements and tribes well outside Equestria's borders to procure new ingredients and recipes to keep a bit more variety in her meals. Often the adventuring parties would be sent out to obtain rare to find ingredients from dangerous locales and dungeons. Currently Celestia has a number of parties searching for the Glucidic Cane. A plant that grows sugar said to be so pure it was used by the gods long ago to make their own personal ambrosia. Even a small cutting of the plant could be used to grow more for Celestia's personal chefs to prepare the most heavenly sweets in all of Equestria.   Always testing her staff's endurance once per month Princess Celestia would hold a feast for herself. With what she normally ate in a meal equaling a fine banquet, her feasts were truly indulgent affairs. Starting at the crack of dawn Celestia would work herself into a gluttonous frenzy. The kitchen staff fully stocked their reserves and began preparing for the event in the wee hours of the morning as once the day started there would be a flurry of work continually making more food until they could exhausted the princess or their own supplies, recently the latter had become more common. With all of her other business for the day canceled she could indulge herself fully in the constant stream of foods brought for her. Each gulp and swallow of food was punctuated with a rasp of breath and the quick consumption of another mouthful. Her hedonistic fury of eating quickly painted a swath of splattered food and saliva across her wide front. The servants normally tasked with keeping their princess in a somewhat tidy manner were commandeered into the food runners bringing her a constant supply of freshly prepared meals from the kitchen. This left her body quickly in a progressively more unkempt state as she began to sweat profusely from her exertion. Her progressively growing body heat quickly vaporized this leaving a heady cloud of damp bodily mist around her.   Between her loud smacking of lips, smothering of food and labored breaths a continuous low-pitch gurgle could be heard throughout the courtyard as her stomach churned and boiled away the monstrous amount of food she was consuming. Despite the quite audible sounds of pressure building up Celestia appeared to be holding back her growing pressure in that her body desperately wanted to belch free. Celestia was far from doing this for the courtesy of those around her but rather more for her own greed. Any time she spent relieving her pent up pressure was time she could be eating some new grand dish the kitchen had brought her. Instead she held her body in reserve until the kitchen began lagging behind and she would punctuate her deep, wheezing gasp for 'MORE!' with a titanic release that could easily shake even the most stout stallion's legs to jelly as it echoed through the amphitheater. Adding to the bodily odor of her sweat she quickly began inundating the air around her with a stench most foul. The quaking rumble she released could be felt shaking the stone surface her body dominated. The most powerful blasts could be seen overhead flaming like a burst gas well, ignited by her flowing corona leaving a sparkle in the air and the distinctive smell of burnt caramel wafting through the air. As dawn turned to day and day approached dusk it was obvious that the kitchen was in a loosing battle with their hungry princess. She had shown no sign of slowing down her pace until later in the evening and by that point it was too late. The larders were empty and the cooks exhausted and drooping over the tables as they sent out the last of their creations. When Celestia finished off the last of the food still eager for more and being informed that she had finished off their stocks and there would be no more for the night she belted forth an impressive deep, rolling belch that sent her body shaking and swaying on the ground and signaled her victory.   Composing herself a bit more she took a series of deep rasping breaths to calm down from her day long display of her grand gluttony. With her slow labored speech she declared that the castle staff had put up an impressive effort and to reward them she would be increasing their staffing and putting funds from her own personal coffers to expand the facilities to an even grander scale. Also in the interest of training new talents in the art of fine culinary she would be sponsoring a new school for the expanded facilities to host. Next month she expected a much better competition despite her obvious advantage of her divine figure. Despite some of her servants wishes to try and clean up her body after the exhilarating day Celestia would have none of that and sent her servants out for the rest of the night off. Tomorrow they could resume their cleansing of the princess and her freshly expanded form. After the courtyard had cleared out she relaxed into her own bulging fat and felt satisfied with herself and her day. Despite not filling her to capacity the kitchens had done well enough to satisfy her hunger leaving her content and quickly drifting off to sleep. And with sleep came Celestia's deep snoring and wheezing as her body heaved and bounced with her own breaths.