Chrysalis bit her lip, grimacing as another massive fart trumpeted from her oversized ass. This day was going to be perfect! Perfect! But those damn ponies had to ruin it, Shining Armor broke her spell, and that wave of love... She groaned, feeling a dozen more pounds settle upon her mattress-sized stomach. After years of starvation, she had almost forgotten the feeling of a few extra pounds. It was certainly pleasant to have her ribs concealed beneath a layer of soft flesh, but this was a bit too much, even for her.
 
Her ass was the size of a sofa, her belly hung down to her knees, her teats were bigger than pillows... Even her face had gained weight, forcing her plump lips into a permanent pout between her cheeks. She sighed, hearing the bench creak beneath her ass. Celestia threw her in a cell designed for imprisoning dragons, but the furniture still barely stood up to her newly multiplied weight.
 
Imprisonment wasn't so bad, all things considered. Her magic had been hobbled, but even a magus like Celestia couldn't contain it completely. Whenever a guard entered to feed or bathe the blobbish insect, he would leave with an extra pound or two. Already, guards were complaining of undersized clothing and armor. She knew she had to be careful, as a sudden obesity epidemic among the palace staff would raise concerns, but it was hard not to be a little excited. At this rate, she'd be back to her regular size in just a few centuries.
 
She just wished Celestia would turn down the heat! The cell was a sauna, with waves of sweat rolling down the changeling queen's immense body all day and night, turning the floor into a slippery morass centered around the central drain. Once in a while, her guards would slip and faceplant in the mess, leaving them reeking of insect ass for the rest of the day... Or their lives, as the few brave souls who had defied orders and made love to the changeling could attest. Those raunchy few always left with a good dozen or so pounds, transferred from the weight their very intercourse had given her. A fair trade, in Chrysalis's humble opinion.
 
Come to think of it, there wasn't that much to complain about at all. Leaning over, Chrysalis let out an earth-shattering fart, the merest sound of which caused the dozing guard outside to jolt awake. She chuckled, resting her head against the wall. It was going to be a fun few centuries. Then, Canterlot would tremble!
 
Assuming it came before dinnertime, of course.