An Excessive Dream of Victory

Queen Chrysalis groaned as she awoke from a feverish, restless sleep. Her mind felt hazy, her vision blurry and dreamlike as she opened her eyes. The castle throne room was littered with pillows, mattresses and other furniture that had been dragged in from other rooms in the castle. The changeling looked around at her court and grimaced.

The bewitching spell had gone out of control.

All around her, the weaker-willed courtiers had descended into orgiastic displays of debauchery and indulgence. A pale-colored stallion lay sprawled on a sofa gnawing on a giant turkey leg, his gut a packed sphere which bulged pregnantly and jiggled in his lap as an equally potbellied mare enthusiastically slurped at his cock. Nearby two obese mares sat at a table, hurriedly cramming slices of cake into their muzzles while spilling crumbs and icing across their bare, flabby breasts. Everywhere were mares and stallions, stallions and stallions, mares and mares, eating, fucking, or eating and fucking, in all manner of positions - some taut and slender, others hopelessly fat, but most sporting round, plump middles.

Somehow her brainwashed subjects had begun indulging themselves in all the excess food and sex she had demanded of them. Any love they could not provide their queen, they directed at themselves, devolving from occasional makeouts and private fondling into open fucking in the castle halls. The ponies threw themselves upon the endless stream of food prepared by the castle kitchens, expanding their meager meals into gluttonous banquets interspersed with constant snacking. Decorum had broken down as anypony not serving the queen roamed the halls, looking for excess food to devour or a partner to relieve their needy lust. The air was thick with rich, decadent love, a changeling paradise that now felt stifling and oppressive to the shapeshifting queen.

Chrysalis groaned again as she recalled her own predicament. The queen's legs had finally failed her after another belly-busting feast, the unbalanced weight of her swollen gut sending her toppling backwards onto her rear as she had tried waddling off her throne. Though she could pull herself back up with magic, her feeble limbs could barely carry her more than a step or two without buckling. Her hapless subjects were far more concerned with her 'comfort' than her mobility, rushing to bring her cushions or massage her flabby back. Within hours the dreaded chefs had returned to ply her with more food and drink, and within a day her fat body had swelled past her legs' ability to stand.

The changeling queen's elephantine form now sat immobile on a bed of pillows in the center of the throne room. Her body was an ocean of fat, her belly swelling out impossibly far, a thick lower roll bloating out across the floor and round her sides to swell into her enormously thick ass. Bloated near-spherical thighs swelled out on either side of her, tapering down to two stubby hooves which lay uselessly at her sides. Chrysalis' great dome of a gut towered over the crease of her bellybutton, tight black flesh and many inches of quivering fat stretched around her massive, churning stomach. It was always packed with food, swollen near to bursting at nearly every hour of the day. Huge, meaty breasts lay jiggling atop her gut, their greenish nipples exposed for any who cared to see. Her cleavage was dusted with crumbs and sticky with spilled food, despite her remaining servants' best efforts to bathe and freshen her massive body. The queen's neck was ringed with flab, her plump muzzle swelling into a thick, round chin. Two extra chubby cheeks rounded out her face. Her unkempt mane lay draped over those cheeks, and flowed behind her onto her fattened upper back.

A clatter of wheels caught the changeling queen's attention as two ponies entered through the throne room doors, hurriedly pushing a silver serving cart. A haggard-looking unicorn stallion pushed from the rear, navigating the cart past carelessly-strewn pillows and the sprawled-out bodies of several overindulged court ponies, bringing it to rest alongside the changeling's bloated gut. At his side was a plump purple servant mare, chef's tunic improperly buttoned around her generous potbelly. She grinned and gestured to the cart's contents: three massive éclairs, each almost two feet long and many inches wide, still jiggling with momentum from their rushed trip from the kitchens.

"Fresh pastries from your loving chefs, my queen!" the mare exclaimed.

The unicorn's horn glowed and first éclair levitated before her, the doughy pastry swollen heavily with fattening buttercream which leaked from its rounded sides. A thick layer of chocolate icing powdered with sugar coated the top. The éclair turned and presented one end to the queen's mouth, a dollop of filling spilling out onto her bosom. The scent of buttercream wafted towards her nostrils.

Chrysalis wasn't hungry. The gnawing hunger for love within her, present within every changeling, had long since been satiated. Her greedy, queenly appetite for power and affection had been overwhelmed by these bewitched ponies. Love flowed at her from every direction, every lovesick glance, every carefully cooked meal, every sultry touch or sexual favor. And all of it had nowhere to go but straight to HER. The changeling queen felt helpless, a prisoner in an out-of-control nightmare. Yet even as her conscience screamed at her to refuse, to turn away, her stupid, bloated body obeyed, more out of habit than any conscious act.

Chrysalis opened her mouth and the éclair was pushed in. Her jaws were forced wider and wider by the massive pastry as it slid past her lips. Her tongue burned with the taste of sugary chocolate and sickeningly sweet love. Chrysalis slurped icing from the pastry's gooey center, her cheeks bulging as her mouth filled to capacity. Her eyes screwed tight as she forced herself to bite down on the huge dessert, breaking off a bite and chewing laboriously. After a tortured minute of chewing, the queen arced back her head and forced herself to swallow, pushing the mass of sugary dough and creamy filling down into her groaning stomach.

Then came the next bite...and the next bite...and the next bite.

One by one the other éclairs were levitated forward and pushed into her mouth. Chrysalis moaned, pitifully wiggling her hooves and hands as her maw was stuffed full of sugary pastry. Her tired jaws struggled mightily to bite down and chew each enormous bite. Huge swallows of pastry rolled down her throat into her massive, roiling gut. Finally the queen slurped up the last bite of éclair, gulping it down and panting as she caught her breath. Her lips and cheeks were sticky with sugar and buttercream. Her stomach bulged painfully above her gut, the cold mass of dessert inside warming intensely as the changeling's body worked furiously to digest its latest meal.

Chrysalis glanced away from her gut and grimaced as the debauchery around her intensified. The haggard chef stallion turned and wheeled the empty serving cart away, while the purple mare was approached by a hefty aquamarine earth pony wearing an ill-fitting ballroom gown and holding a plate of shiny glazed doughnuts. She lifted them up and began feeding them to the serving mare, who moaned seductively while eagerly accepting each bite. The purple mare devoured the doughnuts one by one, a button popping on her chef's tunic as her belly bulged with fullness. Once the treats were devoured, the well-dressed mare moved in and kissed the other. The two mares backed away from the queen, eagerly making out as they retreated to a nearby pile of cushions where an obese stallion lay flanked by two partners who took turns feeding him candies and massaging his swollen gut. Chrysalis tore her gaze away from the scene as she became aware of another pony entering the throne room and trotting towards her. The queen grimaced as she realized it was Shining Armor.

The princely pony stood before her, a lecherous grin on his face. The once fit and trim stallion's middle rounded into a soft, round potbelly - even her would-be husband was not immune to the gluttony of her court. He was wearing nothing but the cream-colored breeches of his dress uniform, his pudgy pecs and overfed gut on display for everypony to see.

"Mmmy queen..." he drawled, suddenly loosening his breeches and pulling them down past his thicker thighs. Chrysalis blushed, in spite of her surroundings, as the black shaft of his cock sprang to attention below his soft tummy. She huffed with effort, trying to send him away - she was most certainly NOT in the mood - but all she could muster was a low groan of protest as the stallion approached her.

The horny idiot pressed his horsecock to her belly, spreading his arms as he hugged himself against her titanic gut and eased his length into her navel. Chrysalis moaned as the heat of his lust washed over her, her obese gut creaking as her flesh began absorbing his love directly. Shining began slowly thrusting into her, her belly rocking back and forth as he humped into it. The changeling huffed and panted as she felt her body slowly swelling bigger, her rump bloating larger, her tummy stretching wider, as a burst of metabolism added dozens of pounds of love-fat to her sprawling form.

Chrysalis' eyes widened as she suddenly spotted a trio of servant ponies marching in from the kitchens carrying what looked like a snake in their arms. As they tramped closer she saw that it was a canvas hose which snaked its way back through the door to the kitchens. They arrived before her and a unicorn in the group began levitating the silver-nozzled end of the hose towards her mouth.

"A new treat for you, my hungry queen!" the lead pony exclaimed.

Pain and fear finally overwhelmed her complacent body. "Nnno...nnno moree!" she warbled to her bewitched pony slaves...but to no avail. The helpless queen's mouth was pulled open and the metal nozzle clamped between her fangs. The tube quivered and a moment later thick, warm liquid chocolate filled her mouth. Chrysalis' cheeks swelled as she tried to resist swallowing, to spit it out, but the nozzle remained tightly in place. Mounting pressure overwhelmed her effort and she swallowed, a stream of decadent calories spiced with sickening pony love gushing down her throat into her overtaxed stomach.

Her body worked desperately to metabolize both the massive meal, and the waves of love she absorbed from her courtiers. Chrysalis whimpered as she felt her flesh stretching taut, her belly bloating higher, her ass swelling further, her sides growing thicker. Her massive stomach groaned in pain as it was packed to its limit with gallons of hot, sugary chocolate. Chrysalis could do nothing to stem the flow of liquid; her mind was too unfocused for magic and her limbs were too soft and swollen to do more than wiggle pitifully in protest.

Dark red stretch marks appeared on the front of her belly as it was packed to its limit. Shining Armor continued mindlessly humping away, oblivious that her bellybutton had flattened out under the pressure. All around her were the moans and groans of her bloated, bewitched pony subjects, mixed with the sounds of chewing and flesh smacking as they fucked and stuffed themselves into a stupor. All she could see beyond her swelling body was an orgy of plump breasts and erect horsecocks, round, straining bellies and tangles of fat arms and legs in all manner of positions.

Suddenly, the Queen felt absolutely sick of love.

Tears appeared in Chrysalis' eyes as she continued to be pumped full of chocolate. She desperately willed her limbs to move, to escape, but all she could manage to do was feebly shift her flab-ringed arms across her sides, her plump hands feeling nothing but thick, fattened flesh. Her skin stretched painfully taut as it struggled to contain the overwhelming mass of fat and food.

Her eyes shot open in a silent scream of panic, but all she could do was furiously gulp down the last few gallons of chocolate. Her belly creaked, then surged outwards a final time as Shining Armor suddenly came, spurting cum across her overstretched navel with a pleasureful groan. Just as she felt something inside her tear with a sickening SMACK, her vision blurred, then faded to black.