There was a low grumble deep in Luna’s throat when a beam of sunlight cast itself over her face, the golden morning glow strong enough to pierce through her closed eyelids and dazzle her, and her muzzle wrinkled into a grimace – even without personally stepping in her sister still found ways to intrude on her. She tossed and turned in the throes of slumber, rolling over and burying her head in the plush pillows of her bed, anything to escape the gradually brightening light, anything to sleep for just a few minutes longer, but it was a futile effort. The veil of sleep was no longer clouding her consciousness, her mind brought down from the boundless plain of the dream world and into reality where everything felt so much realer, and it was impossible to ignore the enormous weight that was pressing down upon her body, the mass packed around her frame in swaddling mounds softer than any mattress and warmer than any blanket. She groaned again as she lifted her head up, blearily blinking away the sand in her eyes, for she knew that she was no mere pony but a princess with plenty of royal duties in need of completion, and if she waited too long to lower the moon again there might be another riot in the streets of panicked citizens fearing the return of Nightmare Moon.

The springs and wood frame of the bed creaked in protest beneath her as she began to shift about, struggling to haul the enormous bulk of her figure. Pushing up from the mattress was almost a moot point as, even with her arms fully extended, the swollen melons of her bosom still dangled down far enough to come in contact with it, and further below them she could feel her stomach still rather firmly pressed against the surface. Her legs felt like they were weighed down by iron chains as she gradually tried to swing them out to the side enough to be over empty air, and it hardly helped matters that the limbs were scarcely able to bend either, her knees significantly limited in their degree of mobility and her thighs pressing against each other no matter how much she tried to spread them apart. At last she felt gravity pulling on her lower form – and there was quite a lot of pulling to do with how her weight was distributed – until she was able to plant her hooves on the floor, and from there she had enough leverage to stand up completely.

The blue alicorn rubbed at her aching eyes in the hopes that it would help her see better whilst teetering uncertainly, struggling to maintain her balance in her groggy state. It felt like she was greatly exaggerating leaning forward just to be able to prevent herself from falling backward, although even if she had it was unlikely that it would make much difference given that her rear end would almost immediately cushion the fall for her. The colossal globes of dark blue jutted out far behind her, as well as to either side of her, forming a massive shelf that was wider than almost any piece of conventional architecture or furniture; whole sections of the Canterlot castle had needed to be renovated just to account for the growing immensity of her ass. Her buttocks were so swollen that they had practically taken over any and all definition of her legs, her knees practically nonexistent and her ankles not faring much better, each one wider than a fully grown stallion was tall, their combined width far outstripping her own height as well, stretching out the black cloud and crescent moon cutie marks emblazoned on her hips, while her tail, billowing blue and sparkling with stars, almost seemed like an afterthought as it barely peeked out above them from the base of her spine.

“Mmgh…I am never going to get used to this…” Princess Luna mumbled under her breath as she patted her hands against the sides of her gut, a sagging glob of flab that spilled forth from her abdomen in a cascade, hanging down to her knees, its surface covered in folds and rolls that weighed down upon each other, swollen lovehandles blending into the upper slopes of her thighs. She smoothed out the nightgown of shimmering blue silk so that it wasn’t so rumpled after the previous night’s sleep (although it still wasn’t nearly enough to completely cover the breadth of her midsection; she would need to commission a replacement as soon as possible), and likewise tugged on the black lace straps of her bra so that it was neatly and comfortably supporting her chest, the breasts still larger than the majority of mares in Equestria despite being miniscule in comparison to her lower extremities. She shook her head, feeling her neck squeeze and compress against itself, and ran her pudgy fingers through her mane, attempting to make herself look as presentable as possible on such short notice.

While the alicorn waddled her way over to her dresser, every step a laborious process of lard pushing against lard as she crossed the lavishly oversized room, she caught sight of a calendar that was hung up on the wall, upon which the final day of the month, only a scant few days away, was marked in big bold letters “NIGHTMARE NIGHT”. Luna’s shoulders slumped as her stomach rumbled at the thought of all the offerings of candy that awaited her, offerings which she couldn’t refuse either due to her royal obligations or her insatiable sweet tooth. “I have a feeling we will need more renovations soon…” she muttered to herself.

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Someday I'm going to dump all of the art I've been getting and the internet will be afraid.

So I commissioned this a little while ago from  fathips as a visual representation of roughly what Luna looks like in my general headcanon of fatpones. Ultra bottom heavy because you can't be the goddess of the moon if you aren't sporting suitably large moons of your own, after all. Story is written somewhat under the presumption that it's continuing off of Full Moon, although this actually wasn't what I had in mind for a continuation of those stories as I alluded to in my sequels journal. The ending is also a little tacked on, I couldn't really think of anything to do.

My Little Pony as a whole is owned by Hasbro.
Artwork done by Fathips



Luna's too used to being a cosmic blob in her dreams.



Place your bets on how big Celestia will be.