‘She had lost count of the days by now. All she knew, was that there was food being pumped into her, non stop, forcing her body to pillow out and form more and more flab. Her cheeks had puffed up, her neck began to grow into a rest for her head and her legs were being pushed against her squishy, constantly growing middle.  
Not a single spot on her had been spared from new layers of fat.  
And still, her sister did not appear to want to stop.
 
“Finally, you are starting to look promising!” Celestia cheered. “Maybe we will make it in time now!”
 
Luna by now just wished to know.. how long would this keep up?’