A Princess' Guide to Indulgence: Path A,A

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(Story Beginning): https://www.patreon.com/posts/79906308

Choice A: Ask about the menu

“Actually,” said Celestia, “I thought I saw a menu when I walked in here. Do you serve more than just donuts?”

“Oh, yes,” said Moe, “we sell a small selection of breakfast items: daffodil and daisy sandwiches, egg sandwiches, hay and egg sandwiches, all of them with cheese; fries, buttered toast, hash browns, pancakes, eggs and a variety of soft drinks.”

Celestia licked her lips. “It all sounds so wonderful. Give me all of it, and keep the food coming. I want to eat it all!”

Moe broke into a nervous sweat by her request. Seeing the proud look on her face as she patted her glorping belly, he could see she was absolutely serious. “Er-right away, p-princess.”

The earth pony returned to his kitchen, leaving the alicorn to enjoy the glorping-swollen state of her hefty gut. Lifting and dropping it onto the table, she wondered how much more she was still capable of eating. Her current state of fullness felt like a beach ball filled with dough pressed against her stomach lining. The pressure of her hooves kneading it caused a strain, bringing both slight discomfort and a guilty pang of pleasure. Each time her gut plopped onto the table, it knocked the breath right out of her. This new territory of gluttony was invigorating, but not without its worries.

“Perhaps, I’m overdoing it for my first night?”

She pondered, looking to her rotund gut for guidance. Thinking about Twilight, she tried placing herself in her enveloped hooves. Were she sitting at this very booth, her belly would pour over the entire table, and onto the seat across from it. Her flanks would completely smother her seat, spilling onto the seats behind it and squishing against the side window. Her own stomach would likely make a light snack of everything she had gorged that night. Picturing its immense girth on her own body, the thought of living a life of decadence, clearing out every restaurant in Canterlot, caused her to salivate with covetous intrigue.

“My stomach can handle it,” she gave it a loving hug, “I’m a princess after all.”

After a few minutes had passed, Moe returned holding up a round tray loaded with large dinner plates and a few plastic bottles. Multiple stacks of sandwiches oozed melted cheese down toasted-crustless bread. Plump steamy pancakes were served alongside hash browns and sunny side up eggs, flooding her senses with the mouthwatering aroma of morning breakfast. A mound of salty fries were served on the side, with different fruity flavored and fizzy beverages to wash them all down.

“I’ll keep bringing out the rest, princess.” Moe wiped sweat from his forehead, still wearing a jovial smile. “Enjoy.”

Celestia immediately set herself on her feast, grunting due to leaning over her belly. Using her magic to squirt ketchup on her fries, she lifted the plate up to her muzzle and slightly tilted it at an angle, gradually gulping them down till the plate was empty. Washing the salty taste with two drinks at the same time, she stuffed her cheeks with three sandwiches, murmuring as the cheese and gushing egg yolk grazed her tongue before swallowing.

The rapture of the feast left the princess sinking into the cushions of her seat. As gleeful as it was glutting down heaps of dessert, her stomach burbled with bliss at having a proper set of meals to digest. The hot food warmed her gut like a cozy blanket, spilling it further onto the table with each plate she finished. Just as she’d finish them all, Moe would return with another set of plates, all stacked with taller portions than the last. Sloppily grinning, she now fully understood how Twilight’s infatuation with overeating had managed to grow her so fat.

When leaning over to lift up plates became too arduous, Celestia fully resorted to her magic. She massaged her hooves over her overburdened gut, grunting after each mouthful as the gap between her belly and thighs further pressed against the table. After becoming too unbearable, she pushed herself free from the booth, slumping onto the floor with a resounding glorp. Standing herself up, the brunt of her nightly gaining dawned on her.

To her surprise, her limbs had grown pudgy enough to get her attention. Her flanks in particular made her grimace, having widened as much as two ponies. Chubby creases formed along her back, with an indent down the middle due to her hanging gut weighing her down. It hung half a tail’s length above the floor, round like a barrel of cider. Squishing the plump cheeks of her puffy face, her grimace formed into a crooked smile. To her guilty delight, she had crossed the threshold, becoming officially fat.

With renewed vigor, she continued her binge on an empty table at the center of the shop, standing rather than sitting. She spent an hour gorging into the night, forcing food down her gullet to the point of having to tap the bulge in her throat just to get it down. After several dozen plates, she finally began winding down. Pushing food to the back of her throat with her own hooves became a challenge; knives stabbed at the inside of her gut every inch it was forced to stretch. Moaning with exhaustion, her greed finally caught up with her.

Head slumped onto the table, she saw the blurred figure of Moe trotting toward her. “No, *ooorp*, no more. I’m going to, *hic-hilp*, burst…”

“Heh, don’t worry princess. I was going to tell you we ran out of supplies anyway. It’s nice to see somepony, let alone the princess, enjoying our food. I know Joe would really appreciate it.”

Celestia attempted to stand, groaning at the weight of her heavy gut hanging an inch off the floor. “Thank you, *hnng*, Moe. I’ll send, *ooog*, the royal treasurer…to come by with payment, *oof*, in the…morning. Remember—.”

“You were never here. Have a good night princess.”

Exchanging a smile, she turned toward the front door. Each step caused her indigested gorge to roil, swaying her gut from side to side in a chorus of sloshing and gurgling. Her now meaty back legs rubbed against her stomach’s underside, jabbing into it like a needle against a balloon. The consequences of her overindulgence now outweighed the pleasures of it; even her hiccups felt like a kick to the gut from the inside.

Back on the streets of Canterlot, Celestia viewed the towers of the castle above the residential shops and homes. Getting back now felt like an impossible task with such a swollen belly weighing her down. She did her best to move, trying not to moan too loudly so as not to wake anypony up. With the pain of each hiccup drawing her closer to unconsciousness, she was unsure what would befall her after her next few steps…

Choice B (She stumbles into a problem): https://www.patreon.com/posts/princess-guide-b-83181782