Donutcide (Edited 02/2020)
Author's Note
Zecora actually rhymes in her dialogue now!
Donutcide (Edited 02/2020)
Despite the tremendous amounts of stress created by her new job as a princess of Equestria, Twilight Sparkle always seemed to be calm and collected even under immense pressure. Her close friends found it hard to believe that this laid-back, newly transcended alicorn used to be the same mare that went absolutely mental when she found out she was a week late on her friendship report.
How did the young princess achieve this newfound mental clarity and conditioning?
It was simple, she had a little medicinal help.
Outside the royal palace, the late-autumn sun had just gone down below the horizon. What little warmth it had brought to the lands was gone with it, replaced by a cold chill and a skyscape covered in countless sparkling stars and one big fat full moon. Daylight quickly fleeted, chased away by darkness, as Twilight Sparkle paced frantically back and forth in her personal chamber while she waited for her doctor to arrive. Her old self’s anxiety was back with a vengeance after a particularly trying day with no medicine to help ease her nerves.
Gifted to her by Saddle Arabian delegates, a meticulously crafted and vibrant blouse fit snuggly against the princess’s slender frame. Bright, colorful, tight-fitting clothes were in among the horses of Arabia, and it was a great honor that the delegates had taken the time to have one specifically made for the alicorn’s smaller dimensions. That garment and the burning hearth in the room brought relief from the cold, but not the relief she was looking for. The relief she desperately needed.
At the very least, she was glad Spike was not around to see her in her moment of weakness. Thankfully, he was in Ponyville packing up books to be transported to her new home in Canterlot. The last thing Twilight wanted was for him to worry and ask her friends to help her. She did not need them getting involved in her problems. Twilight could handle it as long as she had her medicine. She was a princess now and as Celestia had told her, princesses must not show weakness to their subjects.
Finally, there was a much desired knock on the door. It momentarily tore the princess away from her racing thoughts. Twilight trotted over to open it. Two royal guards, both clad in brilliant golden armor, and a pony-like being wearing a brown hooded cloak stood before her.
“Zecora!” Twilight pushed past the guards, and practically attacked the whimsical witch doctor into a hug. They embraced for a moment, before Twilight pulled away and exclaimed, “Thank you so much for coming! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
The zebra smiled knowingly as she removed her hood, allowing her mohawk to stand up straight once more. "Of course you're welcome, dear Twilight. I'm happy to help resolve your plight."
“Thank you for escorting Zecora to me. You have done your princess a great service,” Twilight said to the guards.
“As always, It was an utmost honor to serve you, my grace,” one of the guards said, the other nodding in agreement.
“You may be excused, Sirs.”
The guards bowed, then turned and walked off down the hall.
“Please, come in,” Twilight said and Zecora obliged, walking past the princess as the pony held the door open. “Let me take your cloak.” The zebra simply nodded and Twilight levitated the brown cloth off the zebra’s back, revealing a well-used saddle bag over her striped flanks. “Please, have a seat by the fire, warm yourself. Would you like some hot tea? I just made it,” the alicorn said, her anxiety showing through in her voice as she used her magic to set the cloak on a coat hanger by the door.
“A gracious host you remain, as ever. Decline your tea, I would never."
While the zebra sat down on a plush, padded carpet by the hearth, Twilight poured two cups of tea. “Do you take any sugar?”
“No sugar, no milk for mine. Tea alone will do just fine."
Twilight brought two steaming cups over and placed them on the exquisitely crafted mahogany coffee table that lay in the middle of the carpet. With the zebra, sitting on one side of the table, Twilight sat down across from her.
“This brew is truly far above average, as a respite it is a welcome beverage.” Zecora briefly eyed a golden hookah on the table as she cradled her teacup in her hooves and took a sip.
After a few anxiety wracked minutes of exchanging required pleasantries, and shaking ever so slightly while sipping on tea, Twilight got to the point and said, “So uh, do you think we could get down to business?”
Zecora gave Twilight that knowing smile again and then from her saddle pouch she removed a small paper baggy with the words, “Twilight Sparkle.” written on it. The zebra placed the bag in front of the eager princess who picked it up, opened it, and stuck her muzzle in for a whiff. Twilight thought it was the best thing she had ever smelled in her life and it sent a wave of tingles through her body from the anticipation.
“As requested, my most potent strand. Your mind it shall mellow and expand. No more worries and no more strife—only the best body high of your life. As a bonus, I mixed in Passion Poppy. Now, where are the gold bits you brought me?”
“R-right” In a flash of light, two shinny golden coins appeared before Zecora on the table. The witch doctor picked them up in her hoof and examined them closely for a moment before placing them in her bag.
“Business with you is always a pleasure, as a customer you are a treasure.” Zecora said as she stood up.
“Where are you going? You’re not going to join me?” Twilight asked, looking up from already preparing her hookah.
“Tonight I have many clients to see, and I will need my wits about me.”
Twilight’s ears drooped in disappointment. She was really hoping Zecora would stay. It was always better sharing her hookah with company, but at least she wouldn’t have any complaints when she laced the herbal mixture with a spell that was sure to make her night an even more pleasurable one. “Oh okay, that’s fine, another time then.”
As Zecora made her way to the door and put her cloak on again, she said, “I hope you have a pleasant night. Fare you well, Princess Twilight.”
“You too, Zecora.”
With that, Zecora stepped through the doorway into the hall. The sound of the zebra’s hoof steps on the polished marble floor faded away into silence, and the reality that Twilight was alone settled in.
Eager to get started and to be rid of her anxiety, Twilight levitated a book over from her desk and set it down in front of her at the table. It was an ancient spell book that she had taken from the restricted section of the royal archives. The book smelled strongly of dust as she opened the very aged tome to the page that she had placed a ribbon in.
The spell she was so interested in was called Animus Desiderium, which was named in ancient Equestrian and translated roughly to Hearts Desire, a spell that was said to bring the users innermost desires to the surface and, if possible, make them a reality. However, she doubted that would actually happen. The notes written in by other magi said it really just created a pleasant feeling of euphoria, and that was what she desired most tonight.
Casting the spell was simple enough for a mage of her level. She simply had to chant a few ancient Equestrian words while she laced the herbal mixture with magic. She wasn’t even sure if it worked. There was no visible change in the herbs. “I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she said as she combined store-bought apple-flavored shisha and Zecora’s herbs in the bowl and lighted the coals.
Overcome with anticipation she climactically picked up the hose and took a long toke. The smoke tickled her tongue with its chilled apple flavor as it passed down her throat to fill her lungs. She held her breath for a moment, before opening her mouth and letting her exhale slowly flow out.
Like a switch was turned off, her mind was instantly cleared of racing thoughts, replaced by a blissful haze. As she took a few more tokes, she could feel the anxiety leaving her body like the exhales of smoke. Everything around her became more vibrant, colorful, and meaningful. From the hearth, she became more aware of the waves of heat that washed against her coat—the feeling was enhanced tenfold, and she let the warmness fill her being. Her clothes felt immensely softer, and she could feel every separate strand of plush cloth in the padded carpet pressing against her rump.
Twilight fell on her back into the softest thing she had ever felt. She ran her forelegs over the plushness. The strands brushing against her flesh left behind little electric tingles. On her face was the smile of someone experiencing perfect unparalleled happiness. For a long time, Twilight simply lay there running her forelegs over the softness; minutes, hours, she couldn’t tell how much had passed. Time was meaningless to her. The only thing that mattered was the now.
What happened next, hit her like a ton of bricks.
Gurgle...
And just like that, Twilight Sparkle had the munchies.
There was a new need, a void to fill. The comfort of the carpet and the heat of the hearth were forgotten in an instant. She rose to her hooves as her stomach growled at her, demanding nourishment as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. She felt an emptiness that consumed her entire being.
It needed to end—she needed food. But what? She wondered as she made her way to the window and looked out.
And that’s when she saw it: past the cast iron fence, a giant donut with pink frosting and sprinkles, part of the sign for Donut Joe’s donut shop. Her mouth watered at the prospect of sinking her teeth into the sugary wonderfulness of fried dough covered in frosting.
It was decided, and nothing was going to stop her from getting her hooves on those sweet confectioneries. In a flash of light she teleported out of the palace, past the fence, and into the cobbled stone streets of the city proper. She shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, but she was too hungry to care about the cold. Her insides felt like they were attempting to digest themselves as she purposely trotted down the street towards the building with the giant donut.
The ravenous princess practically burst through the door of the shop, causing the bells on it to make a jingling racket announcing her presence. Half-lidded purple eyes focused on the shelves and shelves of sweet sweet donuts as the famished pony made her way to the counter.
“I’ll be right out!” Called the voice of a stallion from the back room.
Twilight was absolutely giddy with anticipation as her saliva glands kicked into overdrive.
“Ahh, princess! If I knew you were coming I would've cleaned up better.” Donut Joe said as he walked into the room and made his way behind the counter. “What can I get for you?”
“Everything...” Twilight uttered in almost sultry voice.
Donut Joe let out a hearty laugh, likely thinking she was joking.
He had no idea how wrong he was.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Twilight levitated half a dozen donuts over to her from the shelves.
Briefly taken aback by the princess’s total lack of courtesies, Joe quickly regained his composure, “Uh, by all means help yourself, princess. I’ll just put it on the royal tab.”
And help herself she did. Twilight took a whole donut into her mouth while five others hovered nearby, ready for consumption. “Mmmmmmph...” Her slender rump hit the ground as she was overwhelmed by the mesmerizing assault on her tastebuds. She worked fried dough, chocolate frosting, and vanilla cream over between her teeth. Her high enhanced the flavor a hundredfold. Twilight was in heaven. It got even better as the chewed confectionary brushed the back of her tongue and was pushed down her throat into the pony’s empty stomach. Her gut rumbled in response, happy it had something to begin digesting.
That amazing feeling when she swallowed was over way too soon. She needed to feel that again. She never wanted that titillating sensation to stop. So she took another donut into her mouth and chewed deliberately. This one was covered in strawberry frosting and colorful sprinkles. Closing her eyes she swallowed once again. When that half second sensation of ecstasy ended, she took a third donut into her mouth. Powdered sugar and jelly filling tickled her tongue, but this time, after she swallowed, something rose from within her busy gurgling gut.
Uuurp!
Twilight briefly tasted the contents of her happy churning stomach as the gas escaped her lips. She should have stopped after the third calorie bomb if she was to have any chance at salvaging her figure, but she just couldn’t help herself. All she could think of was that split second of utter bliss when she swallowed. She needed more, and the thought of stopping never even crossed her mind as she gleefully devoured the other three donuts in no time at all.
Meanwhile, the shop owner simply watched with a look of dumbstruck awe as even more donuts floated off the shelves and into the princess’s greedy maw. If he had any thoughts of stopping the alicorn’s gluttonous rampage, he certainly didn’t act on them as more and more of his sweet confectioneries disappeared down Twilight’s gullet.
After two dozen, her gurgling gut had really started to bloat. Purple belly began to show between the buttons on her garment as the fabric was stretched to its limit, but Twilight didn’t care as she continued to down donuts one after the other, her gut growing slightly bigger after each one. There was a soreness in her churning stomach as its walls stretched to hold the growing ball of fried dough inside.
Pop! The buttons over her belly couldn’t hold back the princess’s expanding gut any longer and ricocheted against the counter. Twilight’s taut gut gushed out of her garment and plopped against the floor. The sudden excitement stirred excess gas.
Buuuuuurp!
The ravenous alicorn halted her donutcide to admire the flavors brought up by her belch, but she soon returned to her confectionary onslaught.
At the rate Twilight was eating, what remained on the shelves would be gone in no time at all. “I-I’ll just be in the back making a fresh supply... ” the store owner said, then slipped out of the room. Twilight didn’t even notice.
After another dozen and a half, the sheer amount of food in her gut finally caught up to Twilight and she felt a pang of pain in her packed to capacity digestive organ.
“Uuuuuugh-” Buuuuuuuuurp!
Twilight was yanked out of her eating trance when her pleasure was replaced by agony. The hovering donuts that were lined up for consumption, fell to the floor.
Twilight looked down at her bulging belly. She looked like an expecting mother near her due date.
When the princess ran her hoof over her gurgling and strained gut, tight as a drum it was, something unexpected happened. It tingled pleasurably under her touch, and the knot of pain seemed to move away from her hoof to another part of her belly. Intrigued, she moved her hoof over the knot’s new location and began kneading. Waves of electric tingles rippled across the surface of her engorged gut, and the knot of pain moved away from her hoof yet again, but the agony became less intense. She continued to massage her groaning gut, chasing the knot from one part of her tender belly to another. Each time it moved, the pain lessened, until finally, the knot seemed to travel upwards into her chest, and up her esophagus.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
With the release of gas, came immense pleasure. Twilight’s heart began pumping faster in her chest and she breathed heavily and erratically as waves of electric tingles rippled out from her gut to every corner of her body, but particularly her thighs and rump.
While she rubbed her gut, tautness was replaced by pliable softness, and her royal tush visibly expanded with a soft layer of padding. Every part of her previously slender form grew fuller, and Twilight loved it. While experiencing orgasmic sensations all over her rounding body, the princess put her front hooves under her new paunch and lifted it off the floor, feeling its heft, before letting go, causing it to plop against the wooden floorboards and jiggle about for a second. She continued to play with her new pudge until finally her magic induced orgasm died out.
And that’s when the munchies returned with a vengeance.
Twilight’s growling, needy stomach was completely empty again, its previous contents rapidly digested and spread throughout her body. Her eyes were drawn to the donuts she had dropped on the floor. Without any concern for being sanitary, she began gobbling then up. It would not do to let Donut Joe's hard work go to waste because of a little dirt. Twilight transferred everything edible from the floor to her stomach, then returned her focus to the shelves behind the counter. It looked like there was still a good four dozen left. She wasted no time, levitating over a line of confectionaries to her greedy maw. The gluttonous Twilight decided to step up her game and filled her cheeks with two whole donuts at a time. She desperately needed to stimulate her taste buds; to fill her stomach to the brim again. Nothing else mattered but her pleasure. The newly plump alicorn would do anything to get back to the pure ecstasy and excitement she felt when her slender body became...fuller.
Within minutes of downing two at a time, the growing princess had gorged herself on an entire dozen and was still going strong. There was a soreness in her gurgling stomach as the walls were stretched, but it was a good soreness.
Despite her fullness, Twilight showed no signs of slowing down, as she continued to push more and more donuts down her gullet, making her fattened gut grow larger and larger as it spread across the floorboards. The engorged princess managed to devour another two and half dozen before she felt that familiar knot of pain again. Her gurgling gut had become twice as big as it was right after her last growth spurt, packed to the brim with fried dough. She let out a pained moan that was cut short by a brief unladylike belch. She knew exactly what to do this time and proceeded to knead over the knot, chase it, knead, chase, knead, until finally it ran up her esophagus and escaped her lips.
BUUUUUUUUUURP!
The intense pleasure created by growth returned as her digestive system kicked it into hyper-speed, rapidly converting calories into soft gelatinous curves. The princess’s rear expanded out across the floorboards as the hard mass of food in her gut was replaced with pliable softness. Her chest and forelegs became thicker. Purple flesh showed between the top buttons of her blouse, and the strained seams were ripped open by her expanding body, until finally the last of the buttons on her blouse popped off, flying against the counter.
Twilight discarded what was left of the way-too-small garment, exposing her completely bare and fattened body. When the orgasm inducing growth finally ended, the alicorn had become twice the size of her original self in girth, and likely twice the weight as well.
And just like before, the munchies returned, creating a gnawing emptiness inside her. Twilight’s attention returned to the shelves behind the counter. Disappointingly there were barely any donuts left on the shelf. She made quick work of what there was, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The ravenous alicorn desperately needed more food to stuff her growling gut with.
All of a sudden, Twilight’s weed-enhanced senses picked up the aroma of freshly fried dough that she hadn’t noticed until now. Then her ear twitched when she heard a squeaky noise, like a turning metal wheel in need of lubricant. What happened next might as well have been the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. The store owner entered the room, wheeling in an enormous cart of fresh donuts. Tears of joy began streaming down Twilight’s cheeks.
“Woah,” was all Donut Joe had to say at seeing a significantly fatter princess than when he first left the room to make more donuts. He didn’t seem to have any complaints, though, and why would he? It was a very good business day for him, after all.
Purple-hued energy plucked up the confectionaries right off the cart and carried them towards the princess’s greedy maw.
“Mmmmmmph,” Twilight uttered through filled cheeks. The warm donuts melted in her mouth before cascading down the back of her tongue. Nothing was better than fresh donuts. Fresh donuts equaled happiness. Tray after tray of donuts fell before the unstoppable eating machine that was Twilight Sparkle. Falling into a blissful trance, she stuffed donut after donut down her gullet, only stopping to belch or for orgasmic growth spurts, until finally she finished off the last tray of donuts on the cart.
With every last donut in the store consumed, Twilight’s gut had become enormous. The alicorn looked like she was carrying freakishly oversized quintuplets in her massive gurgling belly, and her rump had also grown substantially fatter, with her cutie marks stretched to three times their original size.
The princess took notice of the store owner for what seemed like the first time all night. He only had her attention because she needed something from him. “More.” Twilight stated to him, not asked, while her massive needy beast of a gut growled, demanding nourishment like she hadn’t just cleared the shop of all donuts.
“I’m sorry princess, but I’m completely out of ingredients to make more, and the next shipment doesn’t come in until tomorrow.”
Twilight’s ears drooped in disappointment as she realized she would have to find a new source of food. With tremendous effort, she lifted her significantly heavier body off the floor. Her fattened gut sagged inches from the floor and her legs rubbed against the gurgling mass as she waddled out the front door into the night to search for somewhere else with food to be eaten.
The Bakery Heist (Edited 02/2020)
Newly acquired curves bounced and jiggled on a near half-a-ton, and still quite high, purple princess as she meandered through the cobblestone streets of the city’s main marketplace. Due to her extra padding, the chilly night air of late autumn seemed a little less cold as Twilight struggled to move while holding up her heavy blubbery body. It was going to take some time for her plump legs to adjust to her new weight. Although, if she kept over-eating, those legs might not be able to reach the ground for much longer. Her giant wobbling purple globe of a gut was a mere few inches from dragging on the cobblestones.
Moonlight and oil-fueled street lamps illuminated the area for Twilight’s half-lidded eyes. There were no other ponies wandering about. The princess was completely alone. When the sun went down, all of the stores in the marketplace closed up for the night, and most of Canterlot’s inhabitants moved to the other side of the city where the bars, nightclubs, and restaurants were. The only reason the donut shop (made donut-less) stayed open was because its owner likely didn’t want to turn away a princess’s business.
Growling emanated from Twilight’s monstrous sagging gut. Her stomach was empty, and therefore unhappy, which made Twilight unhappy, and that just wouldn’t do. Squinty purple eyes scanned the area until she found her next victim, a lonely little bakery with a closed sign hanging on the no-doubt locked door. “Pierre’s Gourmet Cakes & Pies”, was written in big letters above the door. Thoughts of the sugary treats that would be found within filled Twilight’s hazy mind as she waddled over to the glass window of the bakery. Peering inside, she saw exquisite delectables locked up in glass cabinets: plump pies of various types, rows upon rows of frosted cupcakes, and an enormous seven layer wedding cake. Mouth salivating, Twilight’s stoned mind formulated a plan for getting all those deserts into her tummy, and oh, was it a good plan.
*POOF*
In a flash of light Twilight disappeared from the street, then reappeared inside the building.
“Genius, Twilight!”
*GURGLE*
“Ugh… Oh, don’t you worry, momma’s going to fill you up.” The princess said in a sultry voice while she briefly rubbed her big heavy belly in a loving manner. She could feel her needy stomach rumbling inside, desperately wanting to be filled to the brim again. Twilight was all too eager to oblige.
There was just one little problem. The cabinets were locked. She could break the glass, but risk getting shards into the food. That left only one viable option in her mind; break the locks with magic. But where to start? Everything looked so delicious to her. She was, however, rather parched from eating so many donuts without anything to wash it all down with. There had to milk somewhere. It was a bakery after all. Scanning the room, Twilight sighted a large ice chest behind the counter with a slidable locked glass door on the top.
The hardwood floor beneath the rather heavy princess creaked as she approached the chest. The glass was covered in frost, making it hard to make out the chest’s contents, but it had to be things that must be kept cold, such as milk or possibly even ice cream.
In a concentrated burst of energy from the princess’s horn, the lock was rendered useless. Twilight was then able to slide open the glass top. What she found inside were several great big glass jugs of some kind of yellowish-white liquid. Levitating one of the jugs out, Twilight found a label on the side that read, “Nutmeg Bros Eggnog”, and above the letters was a black and white picture of two smiling stallions with fancy mustaches, no-doubt the Nutmeg brothers.
Twilight was reminded that the holiday season was nearing; the only time of the year eggnog was made. It was a creamy drink loaded with fattening ingredients, and she had several gallons of the stuff all to herself. It was a perfect complement to all the scrumptious treats around her that would soon be sloshing and squelching about in her currently empty and growling stomach.
With zero restraint, Twilight popped out the cork, put the jug to her lips, tilted it up, and let the cold creamy eggnog cascade down the back of her tongue into her eagerly awaiting depths. As the name suggested, nutmeg was the most prevalent ingredient, but Twilight also tasted hints of cinnamon and vanilla, and at the rate the nog was disappearing down the stoned alicorn’s gullet, it was probably a good thing alcohol had yet to be added to the mix.
As Twilight drank, a weird but pleasant tingling sensation was felt within the pit of her immense gut, a warm feeling that slowly spread throughout her body. It was like the sensation she got when she went through her growth spurts earlier, but it was different, more subdued, slower, and dragged out. In the span of a minute, she emptied the gallon jug and tossed it aside. Its previous contents were now within Twilight’s bountiful belly, a belly that was touching the floorboards. While she licked up remnants of the nog around her mouth, she let her massive belly bear the bulk of her weight, alleviating pressure from her strained legs.
The pressure created by laying on her belly stirred up some gas that was forced up Twilight’s esophagus, resulting in the obese pony letting out a loud satisfying belch, tasting the eggnog once more.
Something was different though. Although she had drank an entire gallon, her stomach didn’t feel full at all. In fact, it seemed to become less full by the second, and that pleasant feeling spreading throughout her body was still consistent. Twilight watched and felt as her already gargantuan belly and rump visibly grew, albeit slowly. It was as if her digestive system had altered itself to handle more food, much more food. It was a good thing she was surrounded by so many sweets.
“Mmm…” Twilight uttered while she wrapped her forelegs around as much of her heavy belly as she could. Her hooves sunk into her gut’s squishiness as she began rubbing its bulging soft sides in loving motions. The fattening eggnog had left her with a good feeling, and it showed on her body, but that gallon of creamy deliciousness was just the beginning. She had a bakery’s worth of dessert to eat.
Unbearably hungry, Twilight broke the lock on the closest glass cabinet, part of the main counter where money was exchanged for goods. The cabinet was filled with at least a dozen plump pies of various types. Purple energy picked up one of the pies and carried it over to a very ravenous Twilight Sparkle. Hovering the pie before her maw, she began eating the pie straight from the tin while rubbing her beastly belly with her free hooves. It was a traditional apple and cinnamon pie that was actually still warm, not piping hot, but just right. Likely, some kind of enchantment was cast upon it to keep it at the perfect temperature. She let the pie warm her being from the inside out.
Twilight licked clean the pie tin of all warm gooey deliciousness before tossing it aside and lining up a brand new pie. This one had a warm and gooey cherry filling. She made quick work of it, and moved on to the next pie, a banana cream pie. One after another, she consumed each and every one of the pies, each completely different from the last, but no matter how much she ate, or how fast, a feeling of being full was fleeting as her body quickly digested what she ate, distributing pounds of soft fat throughout her body. Having no more room to sag, her monstrous gut began to spread out to the sides and out between her legs. Her rump, however, had plenty of room to grow. Her cutie marks became four times their original size. The two giant purple globes that were her rear cheeks sagged over her hocks.
With all the pies in the cabinet devoured, Twilight downed another whole gallon of eggnog in one shot before setting her sights on the next closest treats. Frosted cupcakes, at least twelve dozen, were in the next cabinet, and each dozen was a different type. They were miniature versions of the different kinds of special-occasion cakes that could be made in the shop. Legs too weak and short to lift her severely obese body off the ground, she managed to maneuver across the floor by flapping her wings, pushing with her hind legs, and pulling with her forelegs. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth in anticipation for the bombardment of flavor that would soon be assaulting it. Body wiggling and jiggling, the immensely fat alicorn inched herself closer and closer towards those no doubt tasty, but highly fattening cupcakes.
The lock was no match for Twilight’s magic, but she almost broke the sliding mechanism opening the glass door. Wasting no time, freed cupcakes began floating towards Twilight’s open maw. One… two… three whole cupcakes filled her adorable chubby cheeks all at once. Red velvet with vanilla icing, chocolate with fudge icing and cream filling, and dark chocolate with peanut butter icing all blended together as Twilight worked the gourmet cupcakes between her teeth before sending them down her gullet. Strong muscles pushed the lump of sugary foods down her esophagus and into her seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach. Falling into an enrapturing eating trance, cupcakes after cupcakes fell (into her stomach) before Twilight Sparkle’s unparalleled gluttony.
The floorboards creaked ominously under the rapidly growing alicorn as the dozens of cupcakes added pound after pound to her already impressive weight. Her bountiful belly continued to expand out around the princess in every direction, as her hooves began to lift off the ground, held up by the sheer size of the mountain of gelatinous purple flesh that was Twilight’s gut.
With a little less than six dozen cupcakes left, Twilight paused briefly to down another whole gallon of eggnog to quench her thirst, letting out a very unladylike burp before blissfully continuing her cupcake consumption. Dangling hooves rose higher and higher off the ground as her gut and posterior gained mass. Twilight was like a planet and the quickly disappearing cupcakes were her satellites, trapped in the gravity well that was her maw.
With another gallon of eggnog and every last one of the cupcakes then a part of her impressively curvaceous form, Twilight set her eyes on the prize: an immense mountain of mouth watering deliciousness, the seven layer wedding cake. Put on display for everyone to see its greatness, it was intricately decorated with white and pink frosting, and its only defense from the unbearably hungry alicorn was the rather large glass case it sat within. The baker no-doubt spent the past week on the strenuous and laborious task of preparing the masterpiece that lay before the still very high and extremely ravenous Twilight Sparkle. If the cake could feel, it would probably be experiencing crippling fear at the prospect of its imminent demise, destined to join its friends inside the purple alicorn’s enormously fat gut.
With hunger beyond belief, Twilight was presented with a slight problem. She had grown far too fat to move her body across the floor with physical strength alone, and the wedding cake was on the other side of the room. Good thing she was a magical pony, else she’d be rendered completely immobile. Through herculean effort, Twilight maneuvered across the groaning and creaking hardwood floor with a combination of bodily levitation, flapping wings, and a whole lot of wiggling her severely obese body. It took her a few minutes, but she managed to reach her delicious goal. Too impatient and ravenous to focus her magical energy into a concentrated blast to break just the lock, Twilight opted for a quicker yet more brutal approach: magically ripping the glass door off its hinges and tossing it across the room to shatter against the far wall. Caught up in her voracious appetite, the princess had no concern for property damage.
The cake was monstrous, meant to feed a couple hundred ponies, but Twilight was determined to eat the whole thing in one sitting. She certainly had the appetite for it, but even in her high state, she was aware that she was going to need room to grow fatter, lots of room, particularly for her already massive belly. Using the sheer weight of her posterior to her advantage, the princess shifted her body back to sit on her two immense orb-like cheeks, letting her planet of a gut plop down in front of her with plenty of room to spread and grow. In preparation for her glutinous gorging, she floated over the last four gallon jugs of eggnog and set them down next to the cake.
Not even bothering with utensils or a plate, Twilight resumed her gorging by simply scooping a big chunk of cake from the top layer and guiding the piece into her awaiting maw using telekinesis. The princess was not prepared for what followed. In a shocked response to the overwhelming flavor of the wedding cake, eyes went wide, pupils contracted to pinpoints, and tears of pure joy began to flow down her cheeks. Despite her vast educated vocabulary, Twilight could not think of a word that was sufficiently great enough to describe the amazing assault on her tastebuds. Although, it could've just been she was way too high to think straight. Whatever the case, whoever the baker was, he was a god among ponies in the kitchen. The cake obviously had magical properties as it seemed to constantly modify its flavor in her mouth. One second it would be rich chocolate with hints of mint, the next some kind of a sweet fruit flavored cake with vanilla frosting.
Twilight worked over that first mouthful between her teeth before swallowing the large lump of constantly changing cake and decadent frosting. Cake splashing into her stomach, the organ groaned happily as it went to work digesting its new delicious guest. Like a well oiled machine, Twilight proceeded to devour piece after piece, slowly but surely whittling away at that top layer of the cake as her digestive system rapidly turned food into soft fat. Losing herself more and more to her gluttony, Twilight picked up the pace of her eating as the mountain of purple gut expanded further and further across the floorboards. Waves of ecstasy danced across the sensitive surface of her belly while the alicorn massaged and groped it with her hooves, munching away in unparalleled bliss.
Hours went by like minutes as Twilight gradually worked her way down from layer to layer, each layer bigger than the last. She only paused her consumption of cake to occasionally gulp down eggnog before returning to her glutinous gorging. With each passing minute, Twilight grew fatter and heavier. Her immense and cumbersome gut crawled across the creaking floorboards, making its way to the far wall.
It was well past midnight when Twilight finally finished off the last piece of wedding cake. The morbidly obese alicorn had almost doubled in weight and girth from when she first started on the towering leviathan of cake. Yet, despite all she had eaten, her stomach was growling for more sustenance. Amazingly, Twilight was still high as a kite with a munchies the likes of which had never been known by pony-kind, until now that is.
While gulping down another gallon of eggnog, the over a ton worth of pony proved too much for the wooden floors. Accompanied by a series of loud snapping noises, Twilight felt the sensation of falling for a moment before her ridiculously massive body landed on the basement floor below. Fat purple flesh wobbled and jiggled about from the sudden motion.
Thanks to her abundance of extra padding the blubbery princess was not hurt, but she was faced with a problem: she was hungry beyond belief, but had some trouble moving to get to more food, even before she had put on another half-a-ton from eating the extremely fattening wedding cake. It was quite the predicament, but Twilight was determined to satisfy her voracious appetite by any means necessary.
The basement Twilight found herself in was dark. She couldn’t make out a thing, but she could smell something. Was it possible? The unmistakable scent of warm baked goods teased the inside of her nostrils. Her horn began to glow bright, illuminating the room. What she saw were shelves filled with boxes upon boxes upon boxes. She was in a storage room where the baker temporarily kept finished speciality cakes and pies for customers until they had time to pick them up. Too bad for the baker, his customers would not be receiving these cakes and pies.
Three hours and many cakes and pies later...
Empty boxes and crumbs laid scattered around what could be mistaken for a beached purple whale. Coming down from what was the most amazing high of her life, Twilight’s stomach was finally satisfied. Hunger was replaced by drowsiness, and all she wanted to do was return to her room in the palace and fall into bed. It was a good thing she could teleport. Otherwise, she would've been stuck in the bakery basement for who knows how long, and she didn’t want to be there when the baker arrived.
Focusing on her bed, the silk sheets, the plush pillows and mattress, Twilight cast a spell that she had used countless times, and soon found herself falling onto her bed, the wooden legs of which instantly collapsed under her weight. Twilight shifted onto her side, letting her belly, one that was big enough to fit all of her friends inside, flow off the side of the bed. She would have some explaining to do later, but for now she was content to let herself drift off to sleep while rubbing the giant, wobbling, warm globe of fat attached to her abdomen.
