Slob'n Stuff

After the trio’s escapades climbing the mountain, the three creatures crawled back to their individual hideaways in Grogar’s lair. Tirek went to his oddly obsessive workout gym, Cozy to her disgustingly frilly, pink, and ponyish ‘friendly family fun den’, the very name of which still disgusts Chrysalis each time that string of words rings through her mind, and, of course, Chrysalis to her own brooding spot. Whereas the other two had spruced up their living spaces, Chrysalis’s is still stark and devoid of much of anything… mind the sculpted wood hoof she’d ripped from one of the changeling statues she’d created prior to being summoned by their goat-leader. Not even a single cocoon hangs from the ceiling. Truly, pitiful. Well, other than also possessing the source of their leader’s power, some broken old bell tucked away in a crack in the wall.

And yet, the changeling queen feels elated! It was only yesterday where she consumed a meal worthy of her stature, and the strength that flows now through her is much a result of this. “And now that I’m back to my full strength…” Chrysalis muses. “Twilight Sparkle and her pathetic pony friends shall despair at my hooves!... Even if it requires me to work with the minotaur and filly. Hrmf!”

The tall, lanky creature carefully trots around the centerpiece of the room, eyeing it, scowling at it with a glance that could turn one’s heart to stone. And then she remembers old Grogar’s bell, the changeling’s head swinging to the side to glance at it from the corner of her eye. The rusty oxidized copper still manages to gleam in the light, despite the beating it took from father time. And that’s not even mentioning the ominous glow surrounding it.

Wait. Ominous glow?

Carefully and swiftly, Chrysalis retrieves the artifact from the nook and brings it within a foot of her face. Indeed, a catching radiance distorts the very air around the relic.

She feels its energy circulating throughout the room. This object is clearly powerful… and it just so happens that power is what she needs!

The wicked queen cocks her head back, only to throw it forwards, horn spinning alight in a viridian green color much like her glowing eyes. Carefully, precisely, she excises the magiks contained within the bell, a wisp of ghostly green energy flowing into her wide-open mouth.

It takes a couple of minutes, but eventually the surface of the bell begins to dim, until like a lightning bug, it vanishes. “This darned thing provided NO energy to me! Is this some kind of cruel joke? This bell is worthless!” She shrieks, throwing the dingy bell to the ground. When it stops clanging, a large dent is left in its side.

Perhaps more importantly, Chrysalis’s belly is glowing. Sounds of sloshing and churning follow only moments later. Surprise is clearly evident in the queen’s expression – eyes wide-open, ears pressed up—the whole deal. And then she belches. This isn’t a royal belch particularly, but one of someone who is utterly stuffed to the brim with food. As she lifts a hoof to her gut to feel it around, another haughty burp comes spraying out of her muzzle, with this one being FAR more wet. BRUARRRWRRRUUURP! “Perhaps I was wr—”

Chrysalis doesn’t get to finish her sentence as fat piles onto her form, seemingly out of the blue. Her torso widens to a size that could compete with a dining table, with accompanying rolls and dimples splaying out from the sides. Her legs billow up to the point of fat sausages with inward-pressing fat where there were once leg-holes. Her ass swells to the size of four whole ponies—two for each cheek—and sweat pours out from her dark and overly-heated ass-crack. Her back becomes so enveloped in fat that it forms divots around her wings. And as for her face? Of all the parts of her body, it takes the least of the hit, with only three chins forming underneath that of her original, and her cheeks widening considerably. Her mane does poorly to properly cover her head, and her crown is now comically undersized.

When all is said and done, a giant black and green mass is standing?... perhaps sitting, in the middle of the room, oozing sweat in puddles outwards as a result of the heat generated by her growth spurt. “To think, I could have had THIS much power simply by stealing it from Grogar! Perhaps Tirek is onto something…” Chrysalis breaks out into a mad burst of cackling that goes on for ages. Eventually though, she comes to an unfortunate conclusion. “I’m going to need to widen the door…”