Author's Note

This is a second, short chapter I tapped out after posting the original story. I got a mood for really, really fat pony, so this chapter contains severe immobility and near-blob size. If you don't like it, just stick with chapter one!

Princess Decadence (optional immobility ending)

Cadence struggled to remember what it was she looked like before her capture. She found it hard to remember what walking and flying was like, or what anything but chocolate cake tasted like. She couldn’t remember what the sunlight looked like, or what it felt like for her to do much of anything but eat. She lived for nothing but to gorge herself every waking moment, to do nothing but grow fatter.

How long was it? A year? It felt like a year. Maybe it had been longer. She honestly wasn’t sure any more. She hadn’t felt anything but an aching stomach stuffed to bursting for a long, long time.

Cadence squirmed slightly, but did nothing more than cause her massive body to quiver as the movement rippled through the mountain of flab she had become. She didn’t even have to lift her head in order to look at the mirror where she was shown an image of her gargantuan form anymore, the multitude of chins did it for her. Her neck rippled forward in a number of rolls all the way down to the bed, propping her face up with her own girth. And still, that feedbag was latched around her face, tight around the fat cheeks that made up her face, and still, every once in a while her mouth would open, take a bit of cake and swallow, the massive mare still gorged to bursting at all hours of the day.

She couldn’t walk, and she’d never walk again. In fact, her hooves wouldn’t even reach the floor if she tried to escape. Not anymore. Her gut had grown absolutely enormous, and, she thought, she might just be the fattest mare in the world at this point. Her entire body was propped up on the absolutely gargantuan gut beneath her, fattened legs dangling uselessly against the blob of pink where she used to have toned muscles before she gorged herself into immobility. She almost found it amusing -- she wasn’t even shaped like a pony anymore, that’s how huge of a glutton she’d let herself become. Chrysalis was right, she was a disgusting pig. She deserved this. Willingly, she opened her mouth and took a bite of cake, swallowing it. Good job, Decadence, she told herself. Get even fatter. You already can’t move, what’s a few hundred more pounds?

Now, her gut was the bed. The wooden frame supporting the mattress had split under her sheer girth weeks ago, and she’d only gotten fatter since then. Before she’d let herself go, you could have easily fit three ponies on the mattress comfortably, but no longer -- Cadance’s flabby gut bulged out far enough around her that she nearly rolled over the edges, and if she gained much more weight she’d engulf it entirely.

Her legs were just as much of a burden, if not more. Even if she could touch the ground, the muscles that used to support her hadn’t been used in so long they were worthless, even if they weren’t buried under pound after pound of excess weight. Her rear legs were easily the size of tree trunks and just as round, though significantly softer. The huge blobs that were her flanks sagged across her knees, completely obscuring the limb in soft fat other than the ankle and hoof, useless feet poking out of a massive pile of fat. Her tail was gone now other than a few stray strands, her luxurious and well-kept tail shoved between the rolls of her massive rear. Her front legs were no better, bags of fat dangling from her also useless front hooves, bulging against her massive chest.

She felt her gut ripple, letting out a massive gurgle as she swallowed another bite of cake. Then another, then another. She deserved it, every pound of it. The rolls of fat along the back of her neck bunched up as she leaned her head back, swallowing another big gulp of cake. Get even fatter, she told herself. It’s all you’re good for. She couldn’t even count the rolls along her spine anymore, the mirror at an angle that now acted as an up-shot towards her. She did know that she couldn’t even flap her wings anymore, the joints where they would flap engulfed in fat. Not that you could even fly, you useless blob.

She swallowed another bite of cake, feeling the stabbing pain of a far too tight stomach begging her to stop eating, churning as it kept trying to digest the ever-present gut full of cake. Even after all of this, she still felt it. Now, though, she welcomed it -- it was one of the only sensations she’d felt in a long time. Not even the small bit of enjoyment she got out of seeing how fat Chrysalis had gotten was something fun for her anymore. The Changeling queen had gorged herself obese, too, but she was still mobile, rather than being a useless sack that didn’t do anything but eat.

She let out a groan as she uselessly kicked one of her front legs, feeling the entire shoulder and front of her massive body quake with the movement. Nothing. She had no escape anymore. Even if she were let free she could do nothing but lay in one place and sob. She let her leg dangle again, rubbing against the massive chest she sported.

Cadance felt her eyes droop as she swallowed another bite, groaning as the pain shot through her stomach. With a heavy breath her eyes closed, head resting against the massive chin that propped her snout up now, dozing off for yet another time as she passed out.