Quietly she ran her tired eyes across her kingdom, making note of every pony and every pound it contained—the princess of gluttony, some had taken to calling her. In reality Equestrian royalty had no such title, nor was she a demi-god granted any sort of supreme, life-changing power; she wasn’t even an alicorn, and yet here she was, flanked by guards and with a healthy grouping of servants and serfs, all contained within a grand castle in a far flung corner of Equestria.
Here is where she filled her throne. A wide if hastily constructed number, the twenty-four foot wide bench was filled to capacity by her girth, her unofficial title sourced from the forty-seven tons of heaving, heavy lard that hung from every inch of her body. The throne was built for this, reinforced to hold that much and many more tons that would come in its wake. What it wasn’t built for was her hygiene. The abundance of sweat and slobber, the spillages of food and drink, had warped the seat more than any structural failure could hope. Mess spread across the carpets and tiled floors, all of it originating from the grand princesses bloated hide, and with it came the stink. The throne room smelled putrid, hot and humid. The smell hung in the air like a thick, invisible cloud, consuming all who set foot inside.
The princess could only gasp in stunted breaths, stunted by the weight upon her chest and the thickness of the surrounding air, stuck inside without respite. Her entourage had a less pained time of things. Though they themselves had swollen into larger frames in her presence, their remaining mobility afforded them time away from the room’s stuffy atmosphere.
The only possible exception would be that of her lover, the prince. He dwarfed many of the servants in size, verging on the cusp of mobility himself as he enjoyed to feast as much as she. He had refused to leave her side for the longest time now, and indeed seemed to revel in her immensity; his adoration of her body seemingly extending even to the filth that poured from it. He almost always remained at the seat by her side—prime real estate for snuggling and nuzzling—and expressly denied any servant’s requests to clean the princess.
It was he who put her into her position of power now. He had overseen the swelling of her rump, the overflowing of her gut, the birth of new chins and the debilitation of her hooves. His undying devotion—nay, obsession—with her. His love for her and her potential. He would see her as vast as the entirety of Equestria, a desire whispered into her ear the last time the pair had copulated, burning redness into the princess’s cheeks as they slowly fucked. She confessed that she could not imagine being larger, but at the same time that she couldn’t imagine being as large as she was now. She admitted: she wanted more. For them both, she would grow.
A loud bell rang throughout the throne room. The guards stood to attention, the prince reseating himself at the smaller throne as the royal buffet entered the room, suspended upon a cloud of unicorn magic. Treats entered the room in succession, first the vast trays of meats, fried in batter and covered in a thick gravy. Platters of hayburgers followed—each one containing a hectare of grass and daisies—with barrels of sodas and milkshakes as thick as ice cream in tow. And lastly, an earth pony; a convict, most likely. These occasionally came to the princess’s dinner table, though more recently the prince had commanded that they be kept in the dungeons and force-fed to excess before they were presented to her. The pony was little more than a rounded ball of fat by now.
The princess smiled down at the assembled snack before her, extending another grin at the terrified earth pony. Her maw salivated thickly, slobber pouring down her chins as she eyed up the meal. The prince voiced his approval, and the unicorns who delivered the meal started the feed. Food paraded through the air, marching towards her waiting muzzle, grease and gravy splattering along her front and mixing with her warm sweat. She gobbled eagerly at all that approached, defying her apparent immobility to swiftly chomp at the feast flying towards her. Barely a crumb could come within an inch of her mouth without being consumed with vigour.
The unicorns sped up on instruction from the prince. They were to keep her eating constant, to push her to her limits. The food became a blur, entire steaks and ham joints forcing themselves into the princess’s cheeks, gravy splattering across her face. Broken moans rumbled from deep in her throat as she was forced to consume, forced to add to her majesty, any illusion of etiquette vanishing as farts trumpeted from her vast rump. She gorged on the platters of food, urged onwards by her rapidly growing appetite and the encouragement her prince was muttering to her, his hooves kneading her bloating mass with increasing arousal.
As the stocks of meat depleted the unicorns started to lift the vats themselves, placing them to her lips in turn and upending the remaining sauces directly into her, replete with the lard and butter that they had been made of. Her moans grew louder, rumbling through the waterfall of fat that was poured down her throat. The throne was groaning as loudly as she was, her stomach gurgling loud enough to echo through the throne room, drawing the attention of a few serfs. A belch exploded from her muzzle after the last vat was cleared, only a minimal amount of the fattening mixture having missed her greedy maw. She felt fatter already, something that the prince took all too much pleasure in pointing out as he whispered the details of his carnal desires into her ear.
The meal, however, was not over. The earth pony—fattened to immobility but minuscule by comparison—was being floated up to her on a platter of magic. She met him eye to eye, and with a wicked smile decided now would be an *excellent* time to play with her food.
“So…” she huffed, her breathing even more strained than usual, “you saw it prudent to try and steal from the royal pantry?”
He squirmed, “P-please! I have a family to feed! Your court has taken everything!”
“I take it my guards fulfilled the standard punishment of force-feeding you the amount stolen twenty times over?”
The prince interjected: “Yes, my love. And I had the dungeon keepers feed him extra, in honour of the anniversary of your first ton,” he smirked, “We were surprised he did not burst. Though he yet might,”
“Thank you, dearest,” her grin widened, “Are you aware of the phrase ‘you are what you eat’, thief?”
He stuttered, trying to break his magic bonds, “It was just a few hamburgers, your majesty! It… it can’t be worth all this?!”
“You are what you eat. This is why I am so grand, so resplendent, so… gorgeous. Meanwhile, you ate food that belonged to me, and that would make you…?”
“No! NO!” he squirmed more, held fast by the fleet of feeding unicorns keeping him suspended, “Y-you can’t! The others will find out!”
“I care not what any common pony knows of me! I will crush them underhoof as if they were nothing more than an insect, for they are nothing greater compared to me!”
“But… but…!”
“Insect or no, the one thing I will not tolerate is a pony who thinks they can steal from me and go unpunished,”
The unicorns, sensing the climax to the conversation, started rocking the poor pony back and forth. He strained against his bonds further, tears building in his eyes, as the moist, hot breath of the princess washed over him. “No no NO…!”
In a moment the pony was in her maw, wiggling within her swollen cheeks for only a few seconds before she consumed him in a single, straining gulp. A round lump, barely visible through her fat-swaddled flesh, descended down her neck and vanished.
Her meal was complete.
Without prompting the feeding unicorns stepped closer, each one casting a spell to speed her digestion. The prince’s hooves laid into her, kneading the bountiful, bloated belly that sat before him, pressing his own bulk into it, taking in her mass with unadulterated delight. She felt the spells at work, her body temperature rising rapidly, a sickeningly fleshy sound filling the room as she started to bloom outwards, pounds in their thousands filling every nook and cranny of her form. The throne complained loudly, becoming even more invisible under her rump which had swollen by at least another ton. Her stomach had swollen forwards many more feet, a guard barely managing to step away before the space he was stood was engulfed. The massive, sixty-six ton mare did nothing but moan in ecstasy until her body settled down, slowly becoming accustomed to her even more bloated size.
The prince (and more than a few servants) watched with glee as this happened, many of them with a twinkle of lust in their eyes. Some even moved forward, joining in the feeder ponies in massaging the royal bulk. The prince meanwhile was lifted up to her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he laid upon her chest, her struggling heart pounding like a drum below him. It took a few attempts for him to kiss her properly, her swollen cheeks kept pushing him away in their attempts to engulf him, and even when their lips did meet properly an indulgent belch and shower of slobber drew it to a premature end.
It was a while longer before he could land a single tender, swirling kiss upon her. They smiled to one another, the prince eagerly detailing all the things he wanted to do to her—the romantic, the hedonistic, and the sexual. He nuzzled and smooched at her disgusting, swollen bulk, whispering “’Til you burst, beloved.”
Author's Note
Originally published on 28th Sep 2015.
Her throne was gone. Gone the same way her castle and much of her court had gone, and the same way her kingdom would soon be gone too.
The Princess of Gluttony was still growing.
It was a title she had long since made official and the only name she cared about anymore. Despite all logic and sensibility she had continued to eat, gorge and feast upon every morsel her isolated empire could provide, goaded onward by her loyal prince. As the kingdom’s supplies drew thin the prince began to supplement her diet with her own subjects, and as the population dwindled down to the last few loyal feeders the prince committed her to devouring the very kingdom she presided over in the pursuit of absolute gluttony. The prince’s lurid desires had come to dominate her world as much as she was starting to dominate it, and she happily obliged him without a thought.
The prince had afforded the princess the lion’s share of the remaining cuisine, but such unhealthy manners had not left him untouched. He too pushed the boundaries of decency in pony kind: an immobile, greedy slob—a mere fraction of the princess’s size but vastly wider than many ponies could ever dream to be. He wasted his days nestled into the rancid folds near her face, pleasuring her bulk in any way he could muster, his encouraging purr pushing her onwards towards her destiny.
Her court had been greatly diminished from the dozens of chefs, feeders, guards, and pampering staff that they once had; most had been devoured in service of the princess’s waistline, a few others leaving while they still had the chance. Her court now consisted of just three unicorns, each of them tasked by the prince with keeping the princess eating at all hours of the day. It was their job to source, harvest or steal whatever was necessary to maintain her growth—the prince had commanded that the princess should be fed at any cost, even if it meant their lives. They themselves had only survived this long by their sheer necessity to the immobile royals, their loyalty rewarded with their continued survival and a small percentage of the kingdom’s food.
For their efforts, the princess was now somewhere in the region of twelve thousand tons. She would have overflowed her old throne room some time ago had the prince not commanded it demolished so that nothing could hinder her. Her hooves were invisible, buried under uncountable rolls. Her head had sunken deep into her bloated body, a clear path to her maw—formed by the endless flow of food carried on a bed of magical energy—the only thing clearly indicating its location. The wide stretch marks of her conquest lay streaked across her cellulite, kneaded and teased by the prince at his pleasure.
The immense blob wheezed as her lungs tried desperately to remain functional. Her heart thumped hundreds of times a minute as it valiantly forced blood through ever more clogged and narrow veins. Her surroundings did little to help. It was moist and humid, her disgusting habits permeating the environment around her like a disease. The ground was slick and muddied by sweat, the air burning with body heat and poisoned by her gas. Nopony should be living in this environment, less one in such poor health as she was. The servants’ basic ability with healing magic had helped her get this far, but they were reaching the limits of possibility with her now.
Still, the prince persisted. “She must be fed!” he would cry at any hesitation, “The glory of our kingdom must be preserved!”
The prince rarely deviated from these commandments, and when he did call an end to the feasting it was usually to ask that he be moved to meet his bride. It took two of the unicorns to levitate him into the crevasse that enclosed the princess’s face, easing him into it so that he may meet her face to face, ostensibly so that he could mutter more intimate words of encouragement and messily make out with her until he too was left a wheezing, breathless mess.
This way the situation had remained for many moons; the whole time the princess’s girth expanding and her health degrading, the prince gleefully coaxing out every modicum of gluttony and hedonism she had left.
That is until the day a messenger arrived.
“My liege!” The stout pegasus mare called from ground level, “After much journeying, I have acquired the artefact you requested!”
The prince signalled that he be moved to meet her. The unicorns obliged; one continuing to feed their princess as the others levitated him down off of her.
He belched wetly as his mass was forced to shift, the swampy ground sinking underneath him as his imposing mass landed. He was easily as wide as a buckball stadium and even from ground level he loomed over her; it was easy to lose scale when he spent so much time perched upon his beloved, the prince would probably be the fattest pony alive if not for the billowing princess behind him.
“Give it to me,” he wheezed.
The mare obliged, unfurling a square of fabric to reveal a large magenta gemstone. A unicorn levitated it close to the prince’s eye level. Roughly hewn and dazzlingly luminescent, it seemed to shimmer even in the princess’s shadow.
“Is it to your expectations?” The mare enquired.
“It is,” the prince responded coolly, looking down at her. She was such a small pony from up here.
Reaching slowly out, he took the gem in his mouth and held it there, closing his eyes tightly. He had heard of this gem’s power many years ago. It was regarded as legend, crafted by a unicorn who barely scraped a footnote in Equestria’s history books, but it had piqued his interest nonetheless. He had sent scouts and scholars to search for it years ago, and now it was here he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.
He felt the gem tingle. Through the darkness, he could hear a commotion unfolding below. He smirked.
The messenger pony was glowing. More than that, her body was erupting outwards with fat. Within a few short seconds, her hooves had left the floor, a few seconds more and those hooves had been swallowed by rings of lard. The unicorns rushed around her trying to somehow help the distressed pegasus, but she was growing much too quickly. Already they couldn’t meet her gaze—her ballooning belly pushed them away while her features were buried by billowing cheeks and chins, sinking ever deeper into her blubber.
The growth stopped as quickly as it started. The prince’s eyes were open once more, gazing down with perverse glee upon the miniature mountain he had created. He spoke quickly, the gem—still held in his mouth—slurring his words.
“Fank you for your servwice tew our kingdwom,”
He looked commandingly to the unicorns. They hesitated amongst themselves for a moment before finally capitulating. Their willingness to perform this grisly task was the only thing that had kept them alive, there was nothing to gain by objecting now.
Now close to the size of an Ursa Minor, it took two of the unicorns to gently levitate the mare off the ground and towards the looming behemoth they called their ruler. It was only a few more seconds of muffled, strained screaming before silence fell around them once more.
“I wiss to conversh with her,”
The unicorns nodded. The flow of food stopping as all three of them lifted the prince to her facial canyon and pressed him into it.
The inside was dark and filthy. A dense layer of food debris, sweat and slobber caked every inch of flesh around these parts; the heavy, rotting malaise smelling like wonderful perfume to the prince’s nose. His face touched with hers as they finished inserting him, his body surrounded by the gargantuan cheeks and cascading chins of his lover, delightfully bathing in her heat and mess.
“Eat thwis,” he cooed to her, “and dweam of your destiny, my schweet,”
He pressed his mouth to hers. They made out, like all things, slowly. Their thick tongues swirled clumsily against one another, unable to navigate with particular dexterity. Globs of spittle dribbled out from between their lips. In the disarray he pushed the gem into her mouth, continuing their sluggish tongue dance as he heard her gulp.
A pregnant pause. A shudder. The kiss broke off as the princess let out a panting, carnal moan. Her whole body started moving as it lit up in the same magenta hue as the gem, every ounce of adipose multiplying itself again and again and again, shifting and expanding around the prince. He grinned from cheek to swollen cheek, embracing her mouth once more and making out furiously as her flab rolled over him in a twisted sort of full body massage.
Outside, the unicorns were already fleeing. The glow was warning enough, and now their princess was surging towards them at an unprecedented speed. The last loyal few of of the princess’s court fell victim to her gluttony, crushed beneath her majestic weight, never to be seen again.
There would be little warning for all the others. Her girth easily dwarfed Mount Aris by the time she reached their borders; the Crystal Empire was shattered by her momentum; and the many smaller settlements were consumed in mere seconds. Only Canterlot—seat of the “real” princesses of Equestria—proved to be any impediment and time was not on their side. No barrier could hold her back for long, no spell could stop her incursion into their space. Even once they had identified the mass as being the blubbery hide of a mere pony they weren’t sure what to do. They settled for an evacuation.
The Princess of Gluttony spread her kingdom onwards from sea to sea and across the oceans, the continents shrinking to insignificance beneath her. Her healthy glow lighting the night sky and the city of Cloudsdale above.
Deep inside the tumulus trillions of tons, the prince could do little but adore her.
“Bigger, my love, bigger. It is all you deserve. You are my world, and so you shall be the world. You are my universe, and so you shall be the universe. You are my everything, and so you shall be everything.
“All this, until the end of time, my princess.”
Author's Note
Originally published on 6th Jan 2020.