Featherquill stepped off the Ponyville train, and had a bright smile on his face as he slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped onwards into the town. He was in good spirits- and why wouldn't he be? It wasn't every day that Princess Twilight Sparkle herself wrote about a 'job offer', and if he was reading between the lines properly she might want something more than that.
He wistfully remembered back to the past, thinking of how he would probably not be a virgin now if Celestia hadn't taken Twilight under her own wing. Their relationship had been put on hold for over a year because of that, but now he finally had a chance to reboot things, and had made it his mission to do is best.
As such, the tall and masculine unicorn had dressed in a way that seemed casual, but was clearly attentive. A button up shirt, of course, and a light fatigue jacket. Black pants, and the bag with his belongings was large enough to force him to flex his muscles, but not awkwardly large. His blue mane was perfectly maintained, somewhat short, and contrasted quite nicely with his white coat. It matched his eyes, and other unicorns might note that his horn was a tad longer than usual- a sign of virility in a unicorn.
So it is that this unicorn approached Twilight's Castle, and for a moment felt... intimidated. It was absolutely huge, and somewhat terrifying looking.
Even so, he took a breath, and knocked on the door.
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, element of magic and all around do gooder was nervously pacing around the foyer of her grandiose castle. "Ooh gosh, what if he has second thoughts, what if he leaves me standing here all day, what if he..." There was a sharp knocking at the door, causing the purple alicorn to yelp with surprise, rippling her substantial mass as she did, straining her tight blue gown. Above, her generously proportioned bosom rocked and jiggled, threatening to overflow the bra she wore. Calming herself, she cautiously strode over to the door, clasping the handle and pulling firmly, allowing the door to swing wide open. There, standing on the porch was the stallion of her dreams. Intelligent, handsome, and downright sexy, he was her idea business partner, and maybe another sort of partner... Blushing, she gave him a coy little smile. "I'm so glad you could make it, would you care to come inside?"
Featherquill stared for juuuust a moment. Not too long to creepily leer, but long enough that it was clear he had some interest in her body and it gave him some pause. Gone was the heavy girl he remembered from school- instead Twilight had grown into a proper fat young woman with an impressive bust and... quite the gut.
Now the gut, he remembered- the bust not so much, and his eyes wavered for just a moment before meeting hers.
"I'm honoured you would invite me, Princess Sparkle," Featherquill spoke, a slight bit of teasing in his overly-formal tone, and soon moved to step past her- and brushed her hip ever so slightly.
The castle was impressive enough that he was silenced by the granduer of it, and simply stared down the long hallway.
Feeling the slight brushing of his hips against her own, Twilight began to walk down the hall way with Feather in tow. Her feet clicked against the crystal flooring as she moved down the corridor. Turning her head to meet her guests, she was a little surprised that he was still standing at the entrance, and could see him somewhat zoned out by the door. She could have sworn that he had been staring at her, his eyes seeming to be drawn towards her larger than average plot, dress fabric straining around the two globes of flesh. "Are you alright there, enjoying the, erm, view? You know, I have a little dinner set up in the dining room if you'd like." Gesturing with her head towards the far door, she could hear the sound of shoe hurriedly hitting the floor.
Featherquill panicked for a moment, thinking Twilight might have caught him staring- but relaxed when he found an easy way to play it off... while still flirting.
"Well, it's a beautiful view, isn't it? You have such a huge... castle, you could house an entire army in here," he spoke, and followed along behind her. Notably, she seemed to have actually gained in height somewhat- becoming an alicorn certainly did interesting things to the body. "Dinner would be nice, but... wasn't lunch ten minutes ago?"
What a body indeed... with her gaze forward he was able to stare at her fat ass, and stare he did as it wobbled with every step.
Letting out a nervous giggle, she closed her eyes to compose herself. "Well, I kinda skipped as lunch a little, you know, been hitting the books a little too much recently, especially those blasted projects Celestia gives me to do which seem to do a whole lot of nothing!" Huffing slightly from the memory of pouring over reams of notes for little gain was become even too much of a laborious task for Twilight. This line of though was rudely interrupted by a low gurgle from below, her tummy making its protests of not being packed to the brim known. "So erm, hehe, glad you enjoy the aesthetics. How about we continue this over a good meal?"
Spotting a change to lightly tease Twilight, Featherquill stepped up to her side. "You don't seem like one to skip a meal, Twilight," he spoke, and stepped beside the heavyweight mare as they continued down the hall.
This was a chance to 'work' on her as well, and he levitated his bag out before him to open it and pull out a long and large candy bar. Twilight used to tease him by deep-throating those, and he had subconsciously been thinking back to that when he bought it. Regardless, he soon offered it to her- already sinking back into his old habits of enabling her.
The unicorn had no idea about where anything was, so it was up to Twilight to lead him for the moment. "I'm surprised in you however, you used to get excited over even the most menial thing Celestia assigned you," he commented, and glanced at her for just a moment- pulling his gaze away before he stared at her jiggling body
Walking along the corridor, she glanced back towards her potential employee, who seemed to shove something behind his back. Shrugging, they moved towards a pair of ornate crystal doors. "I know Feather, I used to be the girl who would hang on the every work she said, every small thing she did in my eyes was glorious. When I moved to Ponyville I still had that attitude, but as I become more skilled and knowledgable, she relies more heavily on me for just meaning tasks. I still like her, but these assignments have left me so drained. I really can't be bothered to cook anything myself really, though the local hay burger does give some pretty sweet discounts." Chuckling, she gave her gut a light slap, flesh undulating like blueberry jelly.
Grasping one handle, she pushed firmly, her small bingo wings wobbling with the force. Suddenly a wafting smell of greasy, fatty food filled the air. "I do skip a little, but I more than make up for it." Walking though the open portal, she gestured with a hand towards the unicorn, that sexy looking... 'No focus!' Mentally cursing herself. 'This is an employment meeting, not a date. What would he think if I was to break down and act like a pig?'
"Twilight Sparkle, you'd have slapped yourself if you spoke like that years ago- I like it. Assertive, mature... I'm liking the new you," he commented, complimenting her as he could.
Featherquill kept that bar hidden even as he stepped in after her. The dining room was just like one would expect in a castle- with a long wooden table and several chairs to it- but unlike most castles... the food atop it was clearly fast food. The mystery of how it got there was on Featherquill's mind.
His mind set to fantasizing about Twilight gorging herself on all of it, despite the seemingly impossible amount of burgers and fries, and he leered over her heavy body for a few moments before realizing himself. Interestingly, it was actually Featherquill who had the first 'wardrobe mishap'. His tight pants didn't do much to hide what he was packing.
"... where did you get that much fast food?" he openly inquired, glancing between it and her.
"Well you see." Twilight began, glancing over to the burgeoning mass on the table. "I ordered a bunch of burger and fries one day and I kinda wasn't satisfied. So I used a little duplication spell on all these, plus a little heat retention spell to keep them all warm. The vast majority of the food here are copies of copies of copies!" Flourishing her fingers at the pile, she trotted over towards the table. Looking back at her charge she did a double take. She could swear his crotch bulged outwards just a tad. Dismissing it as her imagination, she pulled out two chairs with her magic, both adjacent to one another. Plopping her heavy ass down, a small squeak emanating from the wooden frame below, as her ass overflowed the edges slightly. She absent mindedly grabbed a burger, unwrapped with one hand, and shoved the entire sandwich into her gob. "Show, leshh get down too bushneshh." She said through her mouthful of burger.
Featherquill followed on and sat himself down, keeping that bar still out of sight by hiding it when Twilight was distracted. For himself, he chose a single burger and a small pile of fries, mindful of the... effects of magic on food.
"You're aware, Twilight, that making food from magic isn't good for you right? Adds calories, and I hear it's addictive," he commented, and eyed his burger suspiciously- but he'd always had good self control, unlike Twilight, and soon allowed himself to enjoy it.
His pace of eating was, of course, measured and normal- quite unlike Twilight. It made as strong a contrast to her as the stallion did physically, and he soon stopped eating just to watch her- his appetite fading and being replaced with anxious arousal, and his fries were soon dumped on her plate without a word.
Grabbing the bundle of fries in her magic, she stuffed them into her gaping maw. An explosion of flavour erupted all over her taste buds. Assorted snacks and sandwiches were feverishly gabbed and shoved down her throat, not even conscious to the quantity of food currently resting in her stomach. Gabbing a stray burger, she focused briefly upon it before an identical copy popped into existence next to it. Any fattening effects of burger were unknowingly or uncaringly ignored, as the amount to fat and calories trebled, already at least 100 times more potent than a normal, standard Hayburger. Pushing the fat bomb down her neck whole she heard a small rip, dismissing it before rapidly consuming yet another greasy delight, a much larger tear sounding out, freeing part of her burgeoning body from her every tightening garments.
"Twilight Sparkle, at least your eating habits haven't changed," Featherquill soon commented. As always, Twilight ate like an absolute pig when allowed- and was seemingly comfortable enough around him to allow herself to slide into such animalistic gluttony.
He soon paused her, however, getting an idea in his arousal-soaked male mind. He put his hand to hers and forced down the burger she was working on before pausing her so she could speak- which would momentarily bring her back to reality.
"You're going to make yourself sick," he commented, and gently wiped some ketchup from her chin. "Pace yourself... you can fit more food in that way," he suggested, and then dumped another pile of fries and a further two burgers onto her plate.
Apparently Featherquill hadn't changed either- he liked his mares fat, and always tended to get away with himself during a gorge.
Absentmindedly agreeing with Feather, she managed to slow down a tad, her hands not quite the blur they were prior. Not that it mattered, as she grabbed another unwrapped lard soaked delight and popped it in. Following his advice, she began to reduce her rate of consumption, going from taking 20 seconds per burger to 45 second. Another small tear, and her cleavage popped out a little further, the two lard filled fun balloons gradually growing in mass. Her light enveloped the burger and the coating of fries, a small food addled idea popping into her brain. The two objects began to rapidly expand, the sandwich growing as large as a car tire and the fries had become as thick as small tree branches. The amount of fat per square inch would be horrifying to a athlete, but not the alicorn mare, as she grabbed the entire oversized fried bundle of obesity and plunged her head into the mass, taking slow meaningful bites. Grabbing a chip in one hand she shoved the entire starch and lard filled container into her mouth, deep throating it. Her belly bulged further, fat being spread throughout her heavy set body, tearing seams of her tailored dress and causing a long, low creak from the chair.
"Twilight Sparkle," Featherquill spoke, "You absolutely pig of a mare," he continued, having gotten aroused to the point he couldn't stop himself from teasing her as his hands soon slapped to her belly.
He leaned down... and kissed her, right on the lips, as if they hadn't been apart for a year and had gone right along. Soon enough he pushed an overlarge fry into her, and then placed his long-hidden candybar on the table. With that he moved back, leaving Twilight with that.
"I want to have some fun- and you're getting thirsty, right? Want to do the old one-gallon of milk challenge, or do you have anything else on your mind?"
If she were to look at him, that bulge in his pants was more than obvious- it was an actual outline of his erect masculinity, and a rather impressively large one at that as it pulled his pants outwards.
Twilight's mind had gone blank, the feeling of his lips around her greasy mouth. She considered his idea, a little burp escaping her lips. Finishing her mouthful, Twilight fixed Feather with a little smile. "How about we make things a little different?" She put a hand under her chin in mock deep thought. "You know, since I'm not the small filly I was back then, how about we make this a 5 gallon challenge and let's say, I times the fat and calorie content by, let's say, 75 times, give or take. Focusing, she teleported a gallon container of thick creamy whole milk from the pantry, before magic enveloped the whole container, causing it to expand outwards. Once the desired effects had been applied, she fixed the awestruck stallion with a sultry look. "Hope your prepared big boy, this mare is going to bloat like a blimp!" Twisting the cap off, she held the plastic container aloft almost if it didn't weigh anything. Slowly she tipped, milk spelling down her maw, gradually at first, then the carton was almost vertical, a powerful stream gushing with the power of a fire hose.
The effects were easily spotted. Her packed gut began to grow progressively more taught as her stomach was bloated bigger and bigger. Fabric grew immensely tight, then with one massive gulp, the dress fell apart, causing her loose flesh to surge forward. Her enlarged breasts slipped out of the tiny cups. Her erect nipples on show as the melon like boobs flowed free. Her belly accumulated more blubber, though the softening was interrupted by the swelling belly, still filling with creamy dairy. With one last chug, the supply drew dry, and Twilight let the container drop, letting out a huge burp, almost like a war cry at her defeated enemy, it's creamy goodness visibly swelling her body. "Was that good enough for you?"
"Never," Featherquill stated, and stepped up to her to lean against her belly- squishing his erection into that large mass. "We're going to stuff you until there's nothing left, Twilight, I want you to be a blob," he spoke, and then gave that belly a firm kiss before giving an equally firm slap that sent it undulating like it was made of liquid- which was partially true.
His first task became feeding her the remaining fast food, which Twilight's insatiable body somehow consumed along with everything else. "I never knew a mare could eat this much- but you're an Alicorn.... I don't think you even have limits," he spoke, as Twilight could only sit and feel food forced down her throat.
Once the table was clear, Featherquill moved onward to a discover- Twilight had wine in the pantry. Of course she did, this was a castle- and she was a princess- it was only proper to have some amount of wine, but it added an edge to his feeding as he quickly uncorked a bottle and then drained it into Twilight before stepping away, letting that full litre of alcoholic and grapey liquid work on her.
He then flopped himself into a seat, unzipped his pants, and slapped his hand to the heavy erection that sprang out. "Show me what you can do, Twilard, just like last time..."
With newfound, if not slightly misjudged enthusiasm from her intoxication, Twilight grabbed the nearest item of food, a large unwrapped chocolate bar. Multiplying the confections already insane calorie count, she made a scene of tearing off handfuls of the creamy, milky bar. A large, partially melted chunk landed on one of her breasts. Grabbing the chunk, she stuffed it into her maw, before placing her sticky chocolate and grease covered hands onto her tit. Wrapping her hands around it, she lifted it towards her waiting tougue, which lapped the brown spots off in a single long drag, ending at her areola. The monstrous burger still lay on the table, partially eaten. A stupid idea filled her mind. A gloriously stupid idea.
A regenerator spell plus an increase on the fattening content of the Titan of burgers, the calorie content reaching astronomical levels the Princess picked up her new victim. Taking large bites, she tore off large chunks with each, the damage not being fully repaired by the time she took another. Every bite she took visible began to take its toll. Her belly seemed to have increased rate of digestion and her belly was no longer taught. Instead it had divided into three fleshy rolls of pure blubber, each converging on her cavernous belly button. Her breasts filled with fat, swelling them larger and larger, slowly sagging off the top of her chest into her growing shelf of a belly. Behind her, her two orbs of lard and cellulite she called her butt swelled and blew up like a pair of deformed party balloons. The panties covering then never stood a chance, the garment pinging off some time ago, allowing the domes of flab to flow off the chair and onto the floor. Her face softened and arms grew heavier, the flab beginning to encircle each limb in a ring of lard.
Her obscured cutie mark lost definition and shape as it curved to the will of the blubbery boulders it was stamped on. Now she used just her magic to eat, the regenerating sandwich now only a couple of mouthfuls away from being vanquished. Her free hands squeezed and played with her new sensitive flesh, groping the large milk sacks attached to her front.
With one last bite, she finished it, followed by an ear splitting crack as the chair beneath her broke, sending her mammoth body falling to the ground, the sudden impact sending ripples through her entire form.
Featherquill just sat there, pre cum dripping along his long shaft onto the crystal floor. Slowly, he walked over the now apparently immobile mare. Her eyes were closed, the look of pure extasy on her softened face was prevalent. Placing his hands onto the glorious mass that was her stomach, he felt little resistance as his hands sunk into the adipose tissue. Adjusting himself, he positioned himself so he was facing her cavernous belly button, then plunged his shaft deep into the fold.
The flesh parted ways with ease, the only resistance being the sheer weight of all the fat on the roll above the hole. Grunting, he began to thrust deeply into the hole. Each one sent tingles of pleasure up his spine, and sent waves of motion throughout the purple blob. "Ooh yeah, keep fucking my blubber, you horny little stud. Keep making my jelly belly slap and wobble as you grind that meaty cock of yours deeply into it, each pump making you harder and harder, more seed dripping from that dick of yours." The encouraging words of his 'employer' filling him with more arousal as he thrust harder, not even able to reach the bottom of her cavernous fold. His hands grabbed onto any loose flesh he could, squeezing it between his hands, trembling slightly with testosterone. Her watermelon sized tits provided ample targets, as he pulled and pushed at the milk and fat engorged bosom, sending moans through Twilight as her erect nipples were tugged and caressed.
Grunting and sweating, he increased his power in his thrusts, until he gave one final bucking of his hips, then he came. Thick hot ropes of unicorn cum splattered the inside of the Princesses folds, though it was so buried deep inside her body he couldn't see. Slumping forwards, he leaned his head against her gloriously soft mass, hands gently rubbing her belly. From were he lay, he couldn't see Twilights face, her boobs obscuring his view of her devious grin that had spread across it. "Oh look at me! I'm filthy!" She exclaimed in mock concern. "I simply must get cleaned up, but I'm soooo massive, I think I might need an extra pair of hands to clean every little fold of my body~"
"I'll be, honoured, your majesty..." Featherquill breathed, still exhausted from his earlier activities. Giggling Twilight gave her belly a good slap. Lighting her horn for a teleport spell, he parted her breasts to gaze into his eyes.
"Good, I hope that you remove every part of your 'excitement' from my belly rolls, those where hard to clean before, imaging how much lavender flab I have now~" and with that, the two of them disappeared in a flash of light, leaving only a table full of rubbish, a broken chair, some forgotten paperwork and one blushing pink unicorn left by the door.
Author's Note
Thanks again to Gladious for letting me be apart of a fun RP. Comments and Consructive Criticism is welcomed and I hope you enjoyed this fic.
