A Sleipnir Tale - The Critical Revenge
Ahh, Embarr.
Chit Chat laughed somewhat to himself from within his folds, the rhyme of the colony name in his head somewhat amusing. These past months had been very, very good to him. Not that he wasn't often just good to himself. Chit Chat’s lifestyle of hedonism meant that the pony was good to himself more often than he should be most likely. His job however as Blubber King’s mobile (a joke in itself) mascot meant he had all the food he could ever desire as well as all the weight.
He had landed at the dockyard of Embarr in the ship the company used to ferry him around. The ship itself like Chat was rather lavish, despite being used to the finer things Chat was slightly surprised that the company had gone out of its way to spend so much on such a wonderful ship for their mascot. It had everything he needed for his trips around Equestrian space. A cargo hold that could hold enough food to feed him for months on end if he needed, a gigantic interior with an amazingly plush bed that supported his massive weight easily. He even had some servants that would bring him food whenever he wanted, of course the ship was stocked only with Blubber King’s own brand of food to save some money, but he didn’t mind that one bit. Trips between colonies could be long and Chat relished some personal eating time to really enjoy himself and stuff his face whenever he could. Many a long diversionary trip he would have a few servants stuffing him, the stallions attending to other areas as he properly enjoyed himself.
As he departed, he took note of Embarr colony itself. The colony itself was still considered somewhat fledging, they had not yet moved to giving ponies just plots of land to house their enormous bloated citizens on. Houses were still everywhere, most of the ponies in fact still waddled about. Pads were around but few in number, only the biggest used them. Chit Chat himself would tower over the Planetary Governor in terms of size many times over. The colony however itself seemed rather pleasant. It was amazing they had so many branches of the chain here considering the ponies were still rather small - but Embarr was a special case. Much of the land had been given over to farming huge amounts of food needed to feed the population of the growing Equestrian Empire, so cities were clumped together all over the globe and the citizens liked eating. The chain had decided to place as many branches as they could in as many spots as they could, which meant a huge amount of stores for ponies not yet quite touching five figures.
With every stop on a colony Chit Chat was eating, pleasuring himself and just finding new and exciting ways to indulge. Embarr offered that same promise of enjoyment. A slightly more advanced colony than the others they were celebrating the opening of the two hundred and fiftieth Blubber King branch. A momentous occasion their absolutely enormous mascot had been summoned there for.
With all the eating, Chit Chat was easily showing his size of a true Equestrian. Now utterly immobile in size at a whopping fifty thousand pounds the blob of a pony couldn’t remember the last time he had moved himself save for a few thrusts back and forth during his last session of indulgence in his size. He was so big and hefty it only took just a little bit of movement to release all that pent up enjoyment he felt every time that he so much as moved as inch. At fifty thousand pounds, off Equestria he was absolutely one of the more massive ponies amongst the colonies.
Of course with his job paying for plenty to keep him satisfied he had one of the latest Equestrian pads to move him around as needed. As he looked around Embarr colony the most massive ponies in his sight range were maybe verging on five figures but not more. Chit Chat had long surpassed that. His massive bulk was supported by a pad only just on the market, no visible thrusters to be seen it looked like a giant grey disc underneath him. The edge had a thin blue ring around it and the underneath glowed a rather light purple. That was what kept his huge weight afloat and mobile.
Chit Chat himself was far from mobile. His enjoyment of eating and lifestyle meant his body was now mostly stomach, huge fat rolls rippled underneath him as he started to pilot his pad out of Embarr’s space port to get towards the store he was opening. In fact saying he was piloting his pad was a bit of a misnomer, the pad was taking him, the gigantic Chit Chat didn’t even need to bother trying to move any part of his body to tell it what to do. Blubber King took him where he was needed, except in his off hours, then he had control.
As he moved through the colony many ponies took note of his size, a number stared, even the larger ones. Rarely did Equestrians visit their colony and even rarer had they seen one the size of Chit Chat. His gigantic stomach nearly consumed his pad, his gigantic flanks perched on top of his enormous belly. His head, still just peeking out of rolls and rolls of hefty fat that threatened to swallow it at at any moment should he gain much more size. It felt lovely, Chit Chat enjoyed being nestled in the warmth of his own blubber.
He felt the pad slow to a stop, but there was no Blubber King in sight. Confused, he made the small motion of pushing his fat face over his blubber neck to see if he could see anything stopping him. The pad itself was programmed to stop should there be any obstruction in its route.
“Anypony there?” he asked.
There was no reply. He felt uneasy. This was always the one trouble with a size as immense as his, you had very little ability to check your surroundings. The street itself was also empty, not a simple pony around from what he could tell. The uneasy feeling turned to worry. Was this a trap? It was clearly a part of town not many ponies came to as it mostly contained factories and other work houses. With it being the weekend, most of these were shut and hence the street was deserted.
He felt the pad turn ninety degrees. In front of him now on the side of the street was an enormous warehouse. One giant door dominated the front of it which rolled up. Chit Chat now slightly frantic was trying to access his pads controls but to no avail, he had been locked out. The screen just displaying an error message when he tried to do anything to get himself back on track. With no control, he had no choice but to let his pad take him inside.
The interior was gloomy, upon entering the door came down behind him and closed abruptly. There was very little natural light inside to speak off, only a few shafts of sunlight coming through some rather dirty windows. This quickly changed when he heard the sound of a switch being flicked, his eyes suddenly having to become accustomed to the focus of a few spotlights pointed at his gigantic body. In front of him, a smaller pony on a smaller pad appeared. At a guess they looked to be around five thousand pounds. One tenth his size the elephantine Chit Chat scoffed. Oh this should be easy.
“So what pony a mere fraction of my size feels the need to hijack my pad and force me into such a dank and dirty warehouse hmm? Do you seriously think you’re any match for me? I’ll crush you under my flanks.” Chit Chat stated, he had no intention of giving in to whatever demands the pony had for him, it would be absurd to do so.
“If you think you’re crushing me, more blubber has gone to your brain the you realise fatso.” came the reply from below. Chit Chat recognised the voice pretty quickly. A stallion who he had loved many times before. Well well, it seemed his lifestyle was catching up with him.
“Sentry Smiler, is that you?” he asked, the voice was that same dull tone he always remembered he had. “You’ve put on weight.” he said, it was always good to start with some kind of compliment.
“Don’t you try that with me, plus I’ve hardly put on much compared to you - look at you, you’re a mountain of lard.” he sneered. “Don’t take that as a compliment!” came the next words from his lips.
“It’s hard not to, you know how much I love it.” Chit Chat grinned back through his folds. He could see he was angering him, likely not going to his plan.
“Well let's see how much you love it when you explode…” was all Sentry finished with before vanishing deeper into the warehouse.
“When I what? Oh come on Sentry, this is silly. It was one night! I would have called, but I had a job to do!” Chat shouted after him, but the stallion was out of earshot. While he was gone he tried his pads controls again, but still locked out. He had no choice but to wait for Sentry to return and see what he had in store from him. His ears pricked up, from the ceiling a device suspended by a number of ropes and chains was brought down and placed nearby. From what Chit Chat could make out it was certainly a feeding device. A large number of hoses ran off to somewhere else in the back of the warehouse to a point in the darkness that he couldn’t make out. A number more simply exited the machine and were ominously sitting on the floor, he could make out three hoses. Suddenly the sprang to life, lifting from the floor and converging on his maw. Chat didn’t even try and fight it, remembering that Sentry was a Unicorn like himself he simply opened his maw and let the hoses nestle in his greedy lips.
Sentry himself had reappeared in his vision, Chat unable to speak had to let him do the talking.
“So, you like being a lardass huh? Well I’m going to make you the lardiest ass you could possibly be Chit Chat. You’ll be so fat that lifestyle of hedonism will never hurt another pony again!” Sentry shouted, immediately flipping the machine on. “Let's start off slow huh? A gentle flow…”
The hoses bulged gently, straight away Chat felt the mixture that Sentry had put together fill his cheeks and even on a low flow, they bulged out immediately. It wasn’t amazingly tasty, but it was especially fattening. He could feel his whole body gaining hundreds of pounds with every gulp he was taking. His pad held firm, it was rated to six figures to keep him afloat, he was wondering just how big Sentry was going to make him if he expected him to explode as his revenge.
“It’s not about the weight, your body won’t be able to handle such an influx so quickly.” he giggled, pushing the dial up from a gentle flow to a more intense pressure. The hoses fattened as the mix bloated Chat’s cheeks even wider. He felt his body enlarge even more, he was getting so big so fast he could visibly see new folds of fat forming on his immense stomach in front of him, his flanks pushing upwards behind him trying to counter some of the immense and quick gain he was getting. But Chat held firm, he was sucking down every bit of mixture he could as fast as he could. Revenge? This was more like a meal, a meal that was just making him blush and become aroused at how quickly he was getting even lardier. He could feel his huge stallionhood beneath him, hidden by layers upon layers of flab, harden and push into it as he really began to enjoy the gain. He could tell Sentry wasn’t best pleased.
“Seriously? Even now you’re enjoying this? Fine - one pony kaboom coming up…” he laughed to himself once more, pushing the dial on the machine all the way to the top level which read MAXIMUM OUTPUT. The hoses fattened hugely, like Chat, getting as wide as a hugely bloated arm.
Chat would never admit it, but this was the only setting that was making him struggle. But he was loving it. Already he had gained ten thousand extra pounds and was gaining more by the second. He wondered how much of this he could take before the machine gave out, he was sure it couldn’t stay on this sort of output for very long. Chat doubted he was in danger, his immense appetite made him the perfect gainer for this sort of thing.
His flanks bulged behind him, completely swallowing and wedging his tail in his cheeks, as they rose high like two fleshy balls of blubber behind him, he felt the press against the ceiling and spread out on it. Gigantic wobbling and quivering balls of blubber that were only supported by an ever growing stomach that was now just starting to consume his hooves and head. In front of his eyes, multiple new neck rolls formed as his body did whatever it could to store the onslaught of mass that was just adding to his frame. Chat revelled in it, the hugely immense pony daring to try and jostle his flab. All that did was arouse him as layers of squishy flab pushed against his erection below that was easily being pleasured. He felt a small release, the stallion enjoying it as he prepared for a bigger one at the end. Clearly his face was giving away his enjoyment.
“Dammit, why won’t you pop! You’re not meant to be enjoying this!” Sentry said, but he had no other way to up the input from the machine which was now looking in very poor health. It seemed like Chit Chat wouldn’t be the one that was exploding, now at seventy thousand pounds he had gotten used to the flow, putting the machine under immense pressure as he was consuming much more than it could offer up to him at the highest pace it could manage.
In mere moments he had gained another five thousand. He was verging on forty tonnes of pure blubbery bliss. He just had to make another five thousand and he’d hit it, if the machine would hold out for that…
The machine itself groaned and strained under the pressure, he could hear portions of it failing and letting out death throes of pain as the feeding device tried its best to keep up with Chat’s huge appetite but failed. He was nearly there, he could feel it…
In the next moment, four things happened at once.
Firstly, the machine finally gave out. It just couldn’t handle it, Chat had proved he had far more in his eating ability than the machine had in its filling ability. Sentry’s plan had simply pushed Chat thirty thousand pounds larger, he was more of a mascot for fast food than ever before. The machine exploded in a grand fashion when it finally gave up the ghost, unfortunately Sentry in his arrogance of believing he could simply pop Chat hadn’t moved away from it, the machine injuring him and damaging his pad which he dropped to the floor on, his hefty size shaking and wobbling as he came to an abrupt drop onto it.
Chat himself felt a release like he had never felt before, the allure of the rapid gaining and massive amounts of fat rubbing against his cock quickly sent him into a pleasured release that rubbed him in all the right ways. Luckily his pad had a device that was designed to quickly and discreetly remove any ejaculate, otherwise his pad would have been ruined in the first few days of having it.
The explosion meant outside, a few ponies who occupied the now empty street heard and came waddling and immediately started trying to open the door the warehouse. When they did open it, a few had their jaws immediately drop, staring at the largest pony they had ever set eyes on. Chat, now back in control of his pad turned it around to get out, but not before facing the battered Sentry who he had some harsh words for.
“I told you I’d crush you under my flanks, in fact…” Chat couldn’t help himself, the massive stallion reversing his pad directly on top of the immobile Sentry and dipping the rear end down enough that his lardy cheeks squished backwards on top of him. All he could hear was muffled moans for a minute as he gave him the squishing he rightly deserved for trying to kill him. When he felt he had gotten enough, he raised it back up and left him to revel in his mistake.
“I need a break. Somepony get him to a hospital. He needs help and I’m not just talking about his physical injuries.” Chat said with a chuckle, leaving the ponies who had forced open the warehouse with him. Now back on the street and the pad back in his control he mused what he should do. All the time spent fattening up in there meant he had missed the opening, no matter. He’d just be opening another of the chain tomorrow anyway. Right now after that ordeal he needed some real relaxation. On his pad, he looked up the location of the nearest brothel and how hefty their biggest stallions were. He felt like treating one of them to eighty thousand pounds of lard...
