An Excessive Dream of Victory

The door to the Canterlot Castle banquet hall opened and a chubby-cheeked face peeked out, two large green eyes checking both ways if the coast is clear. Seeing nopony, Queen Chrysalis swung the door open and pulled her bulky body forwards. Her ballooning hips squished tight against the doorframe as she passed. Sighing with relief as she cleared the door, the queen turned and began shuffling towards her private quarters.

The changeling queen was almost unrecognizable from the hungry waif that conquered Canterlot three months ago. Plump calves thickened into bloated, almost spherical thighs, which rounded out into a fat ass that swayed and jiggled with each labored step. The queen's enormous black belly swelled out several feet before her, its bulk sagging past her knees. It also jostled and jiggled side to side as her meaty thighs strutted underneath it; the changeling kept her gait extra wide to keep from kicking her own gut as she walked. Two fat, meaty breasts were perched atop the curve of her chest, their bulk obscuring the queen's view of anything below eye level. Her soft, thick arms alternated between waving in the air to steady her poorly-balanced bulk, and gripping her thick love handles and belly sides to steady her swaying paunch before losing balance and toppling over. Her black body was entirely naked - none of the bewitched ponies seemed to mind, and the fat changeling found little use in constricting garments that she outgrew within days.

The swell of her gut above her deep navel was swollen taut, her stomach bulging with two hour's worth of dinnertime feasting. Chrysalis had felt fit to burst, so before the final course was wheeled out she had rolled herself out of her throne and lumbered towards the door. If she could just get to her chambers, she could lock the door, send any courtiers away with a feigned illness, and get some much needed time alone to digest.

Chrysalis huffed and panted as she waddled her way down the hall. The queen was unused to even the mildest of exercise; with an entire castle at her beck and call, everything was done for her, and a pony servant was seemingly always present to dissuade her from expending any effort herself. Dripping with sweat, she steadied herself against the wall with one arm, then reconsidered and pressed her whole back against it, digging in her hooves and leaning her whole bulk against the wall as she caught her breath.

A pang of regret crossed the queen's mind as she surveyed her heaving chest with a labored grimace. In the beginning Chrysalis had reveled in her thickening body - her plumper breasts, her fatter ass, and her new jiggly, swelling potbelly.

Yet her bewitched subjects never seemed to STOP - as the spell took greater hold they only provided more food, more sex, and more adoration. Chrysalis could never coaxe them into cutting back, and she didn't dismiss them for fear of the spell breaking. The ponies' lengthy sessions of flattery and singing soon bored her to tears, and the kinky orgies they organized became too much even for her, so the changeling turned to food as a way to keep her subjects busy cooking and out of her sight. She decreed larger, more complex, more elaborate meals in the hopes that it would slow the tide of love directed towards her. But alas, her subjects adapted to their new duties, and now the queen had to contend with a tidal wave of rich, fattening food, every dish infused with their love as the chefs and servants labored to please her.

Chrysalis had fumed and fretted as her body ballooned, every inch of her swelling with thick, heavy fat, but the arrogant villain never refused a meal, instead choosing to berate and belittle her oblivious servants for making too much as she gorged herself on their cooking. Even as her appetite (and her stomach) stretched to accommodate each meal, the portions grew larger and more calorific, leaving her stuffed close to bursting at the end of every day.

Just this morning, after her usual quickie from Shining Armor, she had been treated to a rich breakfast of pancakes, crepes, and other pastries laced with icing and candy, then a full-service buffet of pizza, hayburgers, and pasta for lunch, and finally a dinner banquet of roast game, a fully dressed turkey, baked ham and steak, all served with buttered vegetables, piles of sweet rolls, cranberry jelly, and at least five different dishes of potatoes. Not even meat dishes could slow the vegetarian-leaning pony chefs down.

The changeling wondered, suddenly worried, if it would ever stop.

"My Queen, thank goodness we found you!"

Chrysalis groaned and turned her head to see two earth stallions trotting down the hall towards her. The two were dressed in cream-colored tunics and white aprons - more members of the army of servants that slavishly attended to her. The one on the right had pale white fur and a blonde mane neatly combed back. His partner was colored sky blue with a dark silver mane, and was holding a serving dish covered with a white cloth. The two stopped once they reach her side, smiling blandly, their eyes betraying a faint shimmer of the bewitching spell.

"Your Majesty, we apologize for not having it ready sooner, but you mustn't leave your dinner without dessert!"

The blue stallion yanked the cloth away, revealing a pile of dark fudge brownies stacked three layers high, each studded with chocolate chunks and flaky crust.

"Ugh, take that away," Queen Chrysalis said in disgust. "I will not be eating anymore today."

The two servants looked absolutely devastated for several seconds, before recovering their composure and again breaking into big smiles. "A clever jest as always, my Queen. We would be happy to feed them to you!" the blue stallion replied, taking a confection from the tray and strutting towards her.

"No, I-MMPH!!" Chrysalis cried as a brownie was suddenly forced into her mouth. A burst of sugary, chocolatey flavor hit her taste buds - the taste was excellent, of course, but she was in no mood to enjoy them. The changeling queen glowered down at her server as she noisily chewed, mentally rehearsing the verbal tirade she was about to unleash on this impudent pony. She gulped down the cakey dessert, opened her mouth to berate him but instead squealed in surprise as another brownie was smushed between her lips.

"Not to worry, my Queen. Let us help you enjoy them. We live to serve!" the pale stallion sang as his partner lifted up another brownie to feed to his queen.

"Shtoff...idiosh...no mor-MFF!!" The queen managed to warble before the third brownie was forced upon her. She struggled to chew the massive mouthful of thick cake and chocolate chunks, her fists clenched in anger and her eyes screwed shut in effort. Slowly she managed to chew the mouthful down to size, then swallow it with a heavy GULP. The changeling felt the mass of rich dessert roll heavily down her throat and into her sloshing, already-full stomach. Her eyes opened and she gasped for breath, rolling her head back as she recovered form the brownie assault. She regained her composure and looked down to find the two ponies staring at her with concern in their eyes.

"My Queen, are you not enjoying them?" The serving stallion asked worriedly.

Chrysalis' mouth curled in a silent snarl, her nostrils flaring as she spoke through bared teeth. "I will not...be enjoying...any more food tonight. Leave...me...at once." The two courtiers stared at her blankly for several seconds with the same bewildered sadness.

Her server's partner suddenly grinned. "My Queen, I will help you enjoy yourself while you finish your dessert!" In a flash he was down on his knees and crawling under the swell of her belly, his mane tickling her flesh as he positioned himself between her legs.

"No...idiot...what are you-"

Chrysalis gasped, then let slip a low moan as the eager stallion squeezed his way in between her thighs, pushing aside the soft fat and nuzzling the plump lips of her marehood. The changeling's cheeks flushed as she felt a pang of warmth within her nethers. Vile, debauched pony slaves! How dare they violate her without permission! But even as rage welled inside her, the changeling queen felt a wave of pleasure as the stallion kissed and nuzzled her pussy. Her stupid, gluttonous body, so conditioned by the past few months, refused to turn down love no matter the source. Chrysalis moaned again, then squawked in surprise as a new brownie was smushed between her lips. Her green eyes refocused on the server stallion as he withdrew his hands, reaching back to the platter to grab another with a sickeningly pleased smile.

The feeding continued. One by one, stallion #1 pushed brownies into the changeling queen's unwilling maw. Meanwhile stallion #2 began slowly tonguing her marehood, tenderly stimulating her pussy while periodically lapping up her hot nectar. Chrysalis' mouth was crammed full of confections, her plump cheeks swollen with massive mouthfuls of sinfully rich chocolate. The queen laboriously chewed, swallowing when she could, if only to keep from gagging on the massive meal. Each attempt to protest was met with another slab of brownie, keeping her mouth too full to utter more than moans and gasps of protest. Her stuffed stomach groaned as it was filled to the brim, slowly bulging higher above the fat swell of her belly.

Chrysalis huffed as the last brownie was forced between her lips. The serving stallion beamed as he mercifully pulled the empty platter away and bowed. "I'm glad that you enjoyed them, my Queen!"

The changeling gave him an exhausted glower as she chewed, her mouth so full of cakey brownies that she could barely close her lips. Occasionally her body jiggled and she let out a muffled moan, spraying crumbs into her cleavage, as her overzealous courtier continued tonguing her nethers. Chrysalis wished she could crush the stallion between her thighs for his impudence, but the lethargic villain could barely keep herself upright and balanced right now. And as much as she burned in embarrassment at this indignity, her slick nethers and glowing horn betrayed the intense pleasure her greedy body was absorbing from the decadent combination of food and sex - all laced with the blind, bewitching love of her captive pony courtiers.

Moments after swallowing the last huge mouthful of chewed-up brownie, the changeling queen finally came, her fat legs shuddering as the guard between them lapped up her juices. The stallion emerged from beneath her belly, matted with sweat and marecum, his horsecock painfully erect against his breeches. "Thank you for the pleasure, my Queen!" he intoned, bowing and strolling away, his hand reaching down to jerk himself off as he wandered back to the kitchens. His partner bowed and followed, leaving Chrysalis panting and quivering alone in the hallway.

The queen suddenly felt incredibly exhausted, her stamina drained from struggling to remain upright as she was assaulted with food and sex. Her flabby legs buckled and she awkwardly slid down and collapsed onto the floor, her flabby body jostling heavily as her huge rump slapped against the palace floor. Chrysalis hiccupped and heaved forward, feeling momentarily like she might vomit. Her stomach lurched as the huge quantity of half-digested food sloshed within. Chrysalis' breath hitched, but instead she let loose a loud, dry belch that set her body jiggling again.

The nausea slowly passed, and the queen reached out with her thick, flabby arms to feel the side of her gut. She moaned feebly, then belched again as her hands gently squeezed the taut sides of her packed stomach. She had failed to resist, and once again her own triumphant gluttony left her stuffed, helpless, and alone. Worse still, she was stuck in the castle hallway, far away from the comfort of her bedchambers. Her lips and muzzle were caked in chocolate, and crumbs and flakes of brownie dusted her ample cleavage. Her throat was parched, the sickly sweet taste of chocolate inescapable. Chrysalis cringed as she realized she would awake tomorrow, another inch wider and a dozen pounds fatter, for another belly-bursting day of food, sex, and love, love, love. It was too much for one changeling to bear. Despite her massive ego, the queen finally realized she had made a mistake.

The changeling suddenly became aware of moving shadows and the patter of hooves on carpet. Chrysalis felt a twinge of relief - perhaps she could persuade some of the castle guard to carry her off to bed without alerting the whole court. Instead she gasped as the entire evening waitstaff came into view, trotting in line towards her, each carrying a bowl or platter. She spotted more brownies, assortments of cookies and sweet frosted pastries, dishes of candy, a platter of sticky-sweet baklava, plump frosted éclairs and donuts glistening with sugar, and a three layer cake drenched in vanilla icing, so massive that two servants had to carry it.

A dozen mares and stallions crowded around her, each holding their dessert up around her face. The smells of sugar and melted chocolate wafted over her. The changeling grimaced in horror, her stuffed belly groaning in protest as the servants began scooping up handfuls of treats and inching towards her mouth.

"Your Highness, dessert is served!"