The crack of thunder rippled across the forest. Even with dense foliage forming a canopy above, the pressure created from the blast was enough to thud through the ground and air. Starblind winced as the thunder assaulted his eardrums, adjusting the hood of his jacket as the rain beat down on him relentlessly. Not that it made too much difference, considering just how sodden his garments had become. Regardless of how he adjusted the garments, an uncomfortable wet feeling still persisted as his t-shirt below clung to his skin.
“Stupid stupid stupid! Of course I forgot my coat. Why wouldn’t I take it when the forecast explicitly said it would rain?” He grumbled under his breath, trying to keep as much under the trees as possible. Focusing above himself for just a split second, he felt his left foot suddenly flood with cold water as he stepped into a deep puddle. Grimacing, he felt the mud splatter up his hoof and against his trousers, which now felt like they were painted on.
“And stupid me again for wanting to go out to try and find this place, and at night too of all times… I feel like my hand is about to drop off from this chill.” He shivered, making his torch slightly brighter to cut through the maze of foliage around him. “I could have done this tomorrow morning, or the day after, or someday when it isn’t going to rain so much.” Encountering a fork in the road, he took the path to the right, looking considerably less well travelled.
Continuing to berate himself, Starblind's mind drifted back a few days, remembering why he had decided to trek out at such an odd hour. The Friesian Valley Forest, as its name implied, was a forest situated in a wide valley. In scale, it was comparable to the far more famous Everfree. Most of the greenery was left to nature, with ponies only interacting in the outer edges of the woods. However, unlike the Everfree, megafauna and magical beasties were distinctly absent, as none had ever been seen in the Friesian's depths.
Instead, the forest was built like a maze. The magic of the forest had seemingly warped the originally straight roads that cut right through the middle of the woods. Navigation was exceedingly hard, requiring regularly updated maps of the pathway through. Because of this, many ponies had become trapped inside its dark depth. Trying to find their way out, several of these travelers came upon a mansion. Centuries-old, at least, the old building was as vast as it was decrepit. And, if someponies were to be believed, not entirely abandoned either. Many had claimed to hear strange sounds from within, yet find no occupant anywhere; but all those who entered had felt as though somepony was with them.
The sounds of slow, thumping hoofsteps, floorboards creaking under the strain of something heavy. The sound of cutlery hitting porcelain crockery, and even the sounds of ravenous eating. Those who knew of it had dubbed it ‘haunted’, that some spirit lived within the abandoned halls. Nopony wanted to go there to investigate, simply from how difficult it was to find. Starblind, however, wanted a challenge. He enjoyed long hikes and expeditions, and the thought of exploring and documenting a centuries-old manor house really spoke to him.
He shivered and chattered, thoroughly miserable in his soaked attire. A flash of lightning cracked, briefly illuminating the world around him. In the split second of the glare, Starblind could see a silhouetted shape flash onto the leaves. For the first time in hours, the stallion did something other than berate himself. “… is that it?” He gasped, smiling slightly as he moved through another copse of trees. Emerging out of the pitch-black forest into a clearing, the unmistakable shape of a building came into view.
A cracked pathway led from the road up to a large porch area. Many of the paving stones were covered by clumps of moss, but overall the covering wasn’t too bad. Around the edges of the mansion, thin patches of lichen clung. A thin line of messy bushes surrounded much of the ground floor as clumps of vines descended from sections of the roof.
Furthermore, something that struck him as odd was the general condition of the property. According to sources, ponies had abandoned the property hundreds of years ago. And yet, decay had yet to set in significantly. Aside from one or two cracked windows, the old panes still stood in their frames. A few roofing tiles lay on the ground, cracked or smashed from the impact; though there were thousands more still holding on to the peaked roof. The only major damage seemed to be on the left side of the house. A large chunk had been smashed out of the side, the large rotted hulk of an uprooted tree protruding from the edge of the viscous gouge. Splintered wood, glass and stone lay strewn about on the weed ridden grass. Even so, for being such a large tree, the damage seemed far, far beyond what the one tree could do.
It was only by another booming clap of thunder that jerked Starblind out of his trance. The sensations he’d been ignoring flooded back to him. He shivered, teeth beginning to chatter. “O…okay, how about I…I go inside, and then be a…awed, should be a bit dryer than o…out here?” Carefully, he walked quickly across the slippery stones, disappearing beneath the shadow of the house and blocking out the white glow of Luna’s moon. Clambering up a small set of steps, the wood creaked and groaned, bowing between rusted nails. The continual patter of rain dulled, the sound reverberating as the droplets created a drumbeat on the porch roof. Here and there, trickles of water leaked through gaps, but for now, he was undercover of something solid.
Taking the opportunity, he began to wring his clothing. Just simply taking a handful of his jacket and squeezing, a great deluge burst forth like a pegasus kicking a cloud. Even after repeating the process with other parts of his outfit, they were still wet. It was comforting they were no longer dripping, but they still remained cold and clung to his fur and skin. A sigh of reluctant acceptance left his lips, trying to sort out his matted tail and mane next. Brushing out a few more drops, he stopped as noticed something. The door. Or more specifically, that the door was open. “Wha… that was closed before, wasn’t it?” He was sure that it’d been firmly shut just minutes ago. But now, it creaked and groaned upon heavy hinges, leading into a hallway.
“Okay, don’t panic. The wind probably just blew it open. That latch is all rusted, so it can’t hold it in place.” Starblind mumbled, peering inside. It made sense in his head, at least. Glancing behind, he watched the rain continue to pound its discordant drumbeat. Deciding that he’d be better inside than out, he gingerly stepped over the threshold, entering the manor proper. Distracted by the sound of rain and thunder, he didn’t notice the sound of quiet laughter bubbling up.
Without the light of the moon, a thick darkness settled over the hall. Behind him, he could feel a sharp gust of wind ripple, the door suddenly slamming shut and leaving the room in darkness. A shout of panic left his lips, the torch flailing in his hands as he stumbled. Grabbing the edge of a table and stabilising himself, Starblind turned up the brightness, swinging it back and forth madly, gradually slowing down as his breathing settled. He looked around, taking in the sight of the battered architecture.
The walls had seen better days. The ancient paint had flaked heavily, piles of dust gathered on the floor around the skirting board. Paint flecks mingled amongst the moth-eaten carpet, small patches of mould darkening the frayed fabric. A distinctly musty smell was prevalent, alongside the odour of rotting wood and damp. Aside from the table, the room was utterly devoid of any furniture. A chandelier hung upon a corroded chain, swinging gently. The only object otherwise seemed to be a damaged photo frame hanging on the wall. Starblind moved closer, shining his light onto it. The glass in the frame was gone, the picture behind faded to smudges of black, grey and brown. The shape was just a formless blob, giving no indication of who or what it was.
Wandering away from it, he reached the end of the corridor. Another battered door sat there, looking worse for wear, hanging on only one hinge. Taking the doorknob in his hand, he only had to give it a small push. It led into another hall. A wide staircase sat in the centre, several holes punched into the steps. The left banister had collapsed entirely, the balustrades and handrail laying in a messy pile. A tarp lay over the broken ends, repair apparently never being attempted. To either side of the stairs was a set of doors.
At least, he thought there was a door on the left. A heavy wooden cabinet had fallen forwards against it. Shelving slats and broken plates was all that could be seen under the gap, mingling with glass shards. “What happened here?” was all Starblind could say, deciding to inspect the right door. It was in far better condition compared with the rest of the destitute house. Aside from a few cracks and dents, it looked like it’d been installed within the last few decades. Pushing it open, he’d apparently entered a lounge or study of some kind.
From end to end, large shelves crowded the walls. These were packed with rows upon rows of books. Coughing as he blew away the grey layer of dust, Starblind glanced across the titles. They seemed to cover all manner of topics. From history to science. Books about geography to ones documenting all manner of plants and animals. It was a veritable library’s worth of written media, just sitting in a dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere. But then again, the room didn’t seem all that worn. It was hard to tell with just a small window and his torch, but everything seemed to be in good condition aside from the dust and occasional cobweb in the corners.
Close to another door, Starblind spotted a couch. It was rather large, designed to accommodate a small family. But that wasn’t what had drawn his attention. Rather, the condition the piece had been left in. On the wide faux-leather seats, a pair of imprints could be seen. Creating a vague heart shape in the material that stretched end to end. Comparing himself to the imprint, he was less than a quarter of its size. Starblind pressed his hands into the divots, gasping at how firm the crushed material had become. “Was… was the owner a yak or something, if they were pony, they must have been huge. M…maybe they were really fat?” He mumbled, cheeks tinged a slight red at the thought. He’d never admit it to anypony else, but the unicorn had a thing for chub. His brain was filled with all manner of thoughts and ideas about the mare or stallion that rear end could have belonged to.
A chill filled the air, far worse than the ambient one from his wet outfit. Jolting him out of his thoughts, a sharp bang echoed out, a torrent of freezing air blowing across him. Starblind loosened a yelp of terror as he whirled around. Several loud thumps assailed his ears, the now open window banging against a shelf, violently rattling the pane in its frame. Dashing over, he pushed it shut. With the howling gale, he struggled against the resistance the wind provided, grunting as he finally pushed it home. Locking it shut, Starblind gingerly stepped back, eventually satisfied as it held. “That ought to do it. But how did it open in the first place… it locks pretty tight.” Still, though, it wasn’t anything too much to worry about, he thought to himself. After all, it’s only just a window in a rickety old house. Satisfied with his conclusion, he made his way to the door. Even with the window shut, the temperature remained cold, seeming to drop that little more as he walked over to the next door.
Leaving the sitting room, Starblind was in what could only be described as a dining room, no… he paused, more like a banquet hall, such was the rooms sheer immensity. Whereas most of the other rooms were rather modest in scale. was apparent where most of the space in the manor had been devoted to. Alone, it seemed that the room encompassed both the ground and first floor, stretching out both length and width ways. Four massive chandeliers hung like immense baroque jellyfish, gently swaying about. One of the most striking parts of the room was the table itself, and by extension, the seating.
The table wasn’t too remarkable in its design by itself, rather, its sheer size was what drew the eye. Like the room it resided within, the solid hardwood piece was more than large enough to accommodate the available space. It was quite a lot wider than would be expected, the reason as to why was made obvious. At the head of the table was a seat so immense that calling it a chair frankly seemed inadequate. Closer to a family sized sofa, it lacked any arms, just a massive rectangular block of plush that was propped up by immensely thick metal legs. Even so, Starblind could see how the metal had been bent, his jaw dropped in astonishment.
“What is going on with this place… is, is that for just one pony?” He stammered, his attention caught by a glimmer at the far end of the room. Moving in close to inspect, he found himself at the far end of the room, facing a large portrait. He stared, gazing at the pony that had been immortalised in paint. There within the canvas sat an earth pony stallion, his body beyond obese. Starblind just stood and stared at the utter mountain of equine that had been squeezed into an ill-fitting shirt, the garment flagging defeat as great swaths of purple flesh forced their way through his outfit. A pair of immense saggy moobs ballooned upon his chest, only barely contained behind the tight fabric.
A full pair of ham-like bingo wings had destroyed the shirt sleeves, flesh oozing past his elbows and onto the chunky forearms that were just out of frame. Covering much of the bottom of the canvas, an immense belly spilled forth like a sack of bread dough. Great rolls ringed it, culminating around the belly button, dividing it in half. Above this, his upper belly fat drooped down, linking to squeezable love handles that clogged his sides like a great mound of pillows pressed under his oversized arms. A veritable cascade of chins drooped from his face, the three separate chins forming a staircase towards his smiling mouth. Said smile was boxed in on each side by a great pair of cheeks that swelled forth, the base of the oversized jowls resting upon the pillow of neck fat ringing his head. Beneath a messy crop of cream coloured hair, his light brown eyes gazed out at Starblind, filled with forced happiness that underlined an intense feeling somewhere between lust and hunger.
He stood there for a good while, continuing to study the figure. After a minute, she finally breathed out. “Wow… he’s hot.”
The instant those words passed his lips, the room was flooded with light. The torch fell from his grasp and impacted upon the stone floor, shutting it off. Whirling around, Starblind stared wide-eyed. Every single light in the room was on. The chandeliers and the array of candelabras all glowed a warm orange. Several candlesticks hovered and floated in mid-air, melted wax trickling down their lengths. Gulping, he felt a pair of eyes upon his back. Turning back to the painting, Starblind looked into the face of the blobby stallion, flinching as he watched the eyes moved slightly, the lids blinking moments later.
Like ripples on a pond, he watched in mute silence as the surface of the painting began to ripple and bulge outwards. The features of the figure become progressively more 3-D as the face surges out. Starblind did nothing but stand in shock and fear, a spectral glow surrounding the deformities. Before he could do anything else, a loud pop echoed around, the pony seeming to exit the canvas, retaining the same fattened form. Taking a few clumsy steps back, Starblind bumped into the table, breathing shallowly as the obese ghost drifted up to him.
“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself…” the spirit spoke, its voice deep and rich with the air of nobility behind it. The creature's grin widened as he watched Starblind’s expression morph into confusion. “My, aren’t I lucky today? It’s so rare that I get to see somepony new, let alone talk to them. If you don’t mind me asking, what is your name, and why have you decided to grace my humble abode on such an evening?”
He just stood there for a few moments, breathing shallowly as he processed the question. Stuttering, he responded, telling him about his quest to discover the house. The ghost nodded, drifting around as he inspected Starblind from all angles. Starblind noted that the spirit lacked any legs, the projection instead having a wispy trail that led towards an enormous pair of ass cheeks that wobbled about as he drifted.
“Starblind, ay? What an interesting name. I am Fondant Eveninglade, the owner of this once so beautiful home. I admit, I’m rather surprised somepony would take the time to explore this house, if it’s been ever so long.” He stopped a short distance in front of the unicorn. Despite the extravagant clothing the painting had been depicted with, it seemed as though it hadn’t been retained on the spirit itself as a pair of hefty moobs jiggling just in front of Starblind. Continuing to ogle Fondant’s body, his blush depended as the ghost hefted its gut, causing its form to wobble further. “Enjoying the show there? You must be, otherwise, why would your trousers be looking so tight?” He laughed, referring to the obvious bulge in Starblinds crotch.
“Oh! Oh sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to. I… I”
“Hush. Please, I didn’t say I minded, did I?” Starblind shook his head. “You know, it’s been ever so long since I’ve seen somepony else, let alone somepony even remotely interested in my body. I’m guessing that you have something for ponies of a heavier disposition, yes?” Starblinds blush deepened, but he nodded regardless.
“Y...yes. I think that mares and stallions with a little extra padding look really sexy.” He paused, looking into Fondant’s eyes, the chestnut orbs giving him a kind look as he gestured for him to continue. “Sorry, It’s just that this is the first time I’ve ever admitted to somepony else about my… my kink… also the first time I’ve told anypony that I’m bi… to a complete stranger no less.”
Fondant laughed, placing a hand upon Starblind's shoulder. Despite the partial transparency of the appendage, Starblind could feel the weight as it gently rubbed his shoulder. “Then we are kin in that regard. Although judging by your slim figure, I suppose you prefer watching somepony blob up, perchance?”
“I suppose… though I wouldn’t say that I haven’t had thoughts of becoming big too.” He admitted, gingerly rubbing his arm.
“Well, I enjoy both… especially when I’m the one being turned into a mountain of blubber. As you can tell by how large my house is, I was always quite rich. I won’t deny that my parents didn’t spend their time spoiling me rotten. They’d give me anything I wanted and more, and the one thing I kept wanting more of was food.”
“Those two were never shy about making sure I ate my fill, even from a young age. I went from being a flabby foal, to a chunky colt, to a tubby teenager and finally an obese adult. I loved the feeling of getting fatter, the feeling of eating pounds upon pounds of delicious food and watching as my hard work turned into more fat.” Fondant waved a hand, Starblind watching as several photos floated by. They were old, either in shades of brown or black and white, but the level of preservation was very good. Each showed Fondant becoming progressively larger and larger. In the last few, the earth pony had been reduced to a virtual hill of adipose.
Sitting at the head of the very same table Starblind sat against, an absolute mountain of fat practically oozed forth. Filling the room from wall to wall, the Stallion was little more than just rolls stacked atop one another. A servant sat on one of Fondant's moobs, pushing massive slices of cake into the immobilised dirigible of flesh. Starblind could feel his erection stiffen, twitching as he listened to Fondant describe his life of abject gluttony and hedonism.
“You see, after I left home and bought this place, I could let my gluttony run wild. Even with my parent’s lax attitude towards my habits, they still restricted me in a few minor ways. With them out of the picture, it was near nonstop feasting. I ate myself from obesity into immobility, eventually living in this room permanently. Day in, day out, servants scaling my body to push more delectable treats into my maw. I hadn’t been able to move an inch in years, and yet I craved more, my stomach craved more.”
“So what happened then? Given that you’re dead, and everything… I think.” Starblind added, Fondant nodding.
“Yes. I grew so large even this room could hold me. You saw the massive hole outside, yes? So I wouldn’t collapse this house. I had them knock down much of the side of this property. It took several days to get me loose. Dozens of pairs of hands, pushing, shoving and kneading my body… oh, I can’t tell you how aroused I was by it all. They managed to push me into the garden, and that is where I spent the last of my days. Getting fatter and fatter.”
“How did you die, then? Was it the weight?”
“Oh no. I weighed dozens of tonnes and the only issue was that of breathing. No, it was my own voraciousness that got to me. A single stalk of broccoli went down the wrong pipe when I was guzzling down a bowl of greens. Choked to death. And because of how I died, my spirit still exists in the mortal realm. And why, do you ask? Because of food! I wanted to taste more, get fatter, and eat even more, but my body stopped me. I’ve been reluctant to leave this wonderful place… the memories I have of here are significant. So I’ve spent the time slowly repairing the manor and waiting for somepony to assist me in my struggles.”
“Oh! Well, I guess I could help you out. Though, I don’t think it’s a great time this second… if you want to leave here, that is.” Starblind motioned to the window, rain still pelting the glass and drumming away.
“You would? Oh, how generous of you. Don’t worry about me needing leave. Everything I need to satisfy myself is already inside… but enough about me. After all that travel, you must be starving.”
“No, it’s fine, I’ll cope.” Starblind said, wincing as his stomach vehemently disagreed. A low gurgle filled the air, sending another blush to his cheeks.
“It looks like your belly says otherwise, come, take a seat.” Fondant chuckled, gesturing towards his old chair. Somewhat reluctantly, the blue unicorn made his way over. With a wave of his hand, Fondant pushed the chair in closer. Easing himself down, Starblind sighed as he finally took the weight off his feet. So preoccupied, he didn’t notice the table suddenly filled with all manner of foodstuff. A wonderful smell filled the air, Starblind humming in delight as he took it all in.
A pair of disembodied, ethereal hands began to fill his plate with a mountain of food. Roast vegetables and potatoes, piles of stuffing and mushrooms, all drizzled in a rich gravy. Looking up, Fondant gave Starblind a small nod. Taking up a knife and fork, Starblind dug in. He hadn’t realised quite how hungry he’d become and he was going to take advantage of his host’s generosity. Rich, wonderful flavours spilled across his taste buds as he worked through the portion. How his host had managed to procure a meal from nowhere wasn’t a question that passed through his mind at the moment. Instead, he just ate and ate, the plate looking progressively barer as time crept forwards. Before he could ask, a goblet brimming with a sweet alcoholic beverage was pressed into his hand, taking long gulps of the liquid.
Minute by minute, the food made its way into the depths of his belly. His gut began to swell, progressively becoming firmer and larger as a small family dinners worth of food packed into him. Slowly, his t-shirt and hoodie rolled up, exposing a sliver of blue flesh. But his stamina couldn’t last forever. Belly brimming with food, the unicorn slowed down to a crawl, just managing to shovel one final mouthful of gravy-soaked greens down. A loud burp rumbled out, Starblind clapping a hand to his mouth. Deciding he was full, he put his cutlery down, placing a hand to his gut and rubbing it gently.
Looking up, he could see his host looking down at him as he floated above. A look of disappointment crossed his features as he glided down to the stuffed stallion. “Uuuurrpp… ooh, I think I’m finished, Fondant…boouurrppp!!!” The ghost continued to approach, placing a hand upon Starblind’s taut belly.
“Well, it’s certainly a start. But in my house, I have a few rules. You need to finish your plate and the food at the table. Oh… and I decide when you’ve had enough…”
“I… huff… can’t eat another bite. I’m so full.” Starblind replied, belching again. Fondant’s hand gently glided across the swell, fingers tracing around the curve.
“Perhaps. Though, I think you need a little more encouragement. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a hand.” Before he could react, Fondant dived forwards. Starblind watched as the spectre phased into his gut, disappearing as a purple wave of energy spread across his body. Then, everything became weird. Like he’d been pushed into the passenger seat in a car, Starblind could no longer move anything. He could still perceive all his senses, but his muscles refused to obey.
‘Ooh, rather room in here. Some rather strange thoughts you have here too…” Fondant’s voice echoed through his mind.
‘What did you do to me?’ Starblind responded in his mind, his lips and vocal cords unable to move as well.
‘Just a little bit of possession. If you want to have a real feast, then allow a seasoned veteran to take the reins for a while, and make a few changes here and there.’ Starblind didn’t respond, feeling the strange sensation of his body moving and jittering about without his input. A gurgle issued from his midsection, belly jostling and blorping as Starblind watched his gut shrink back down, losing the firmness it once had. However, it didn’t shrink back entirely. A small swell of fat replaced it, pressing outwards into a small pot belly..
‘What did you do?’ Starblind watched in mute amazement, his fullness dissipating in an instant.
‘Just… modified your stomach. All that food you eat will instead turn into ectoplasm. Light, quick to digest, and absolutely brimming with calories. I hope you’re ready for a feast…” Before Starblind could respond, his limbs began moving on their own accord. Snatching up the cutlery, Fondant began to eat the remnants of Starblind’s plate. Using a mixture of utensils and his host’s magic, he made quick work of the remains, sending them to his now empty belly. More of the spectral hands floated forth, depositing a far larger portion onto the plate. Entire bowls and plates of piping hot food were piled up, practically covering every inch of his plate.
A line of drool trickled from his lips, a mouthful of potato and gravy eaten with frightening speed. Rather than the slow, measured, and polite mouthfuls Starblind took, Fondant ate like a stallion possessed… or, rather, a stallion possessing another stallion. His arm seemed to move like the pistons on a steam engine, pumping back and forth as huge portions of food were shoveled into his awaiting maw, followed by the barest minimum of chewing. Oftentimes, he would swallow mouthfuls whole, deciding the portions were small enough already. The pace he ate at was phenomenal, and Starblind could experience all the whole variety of flavours and textures pushed in.
As alien as the possession felt, he was rather enjoying the feasting now there was no uncomfortable tightness across his belly. Well, there was, it was instead coming from his clothes now. The still wet clothing was growing progressively more tight as his body swelled out with layers of fat. First, his stomach began to swell further and further outwards, his formerly trim middle puffing up like a water balloon. Under its progressively building weight, it was pressing into his lap, sagging across his thickening thighs. As more lard continued to build up, his body found more places to store the excess poundage. Behind him, his formerly trim buttocks began to balloon up, his thighs mimicking this in turn as his legs bulked out.
The sodden jeans he wore clung to the expanding curves, an uncomfortable tightness settling around his lower quarters as the fabric pulled tighter and tighter. With a quick burst of magic, the straining button was freed, his zipper pushing open by itself. Even so, his booty continued to blubber up, the trousers pulling down and exposing part of his tail, his growing valley of ass cleavage drifting into view. “Ahh, now that's a more, mmmph…reasonable pace! Even after all these years, I can still nom….put it away!” Fondant exclaimed between bites, his voice muffled by the sheer quantity of food.
Raising a massive gravy boat to his lips, Fondant tipped Starblind’s head back, letting the viscous juice pour down his throat. His neck rippled with each hearty gulp, litres of the rich, savoury liquid flowing into his stomach like a waterfall. In no time at all, the pot was completely drained, the last remnants spattered around his lips. ‘Boouuurrrpppp!!!!’ A deep, sonorous burp exploded from his mouth, followed shortly by the sounds of fabric ripping. Grinning, Fondant paused for a moment, looking down at the weighty belly splayed out before him. Placing a hand on its surface, he gave it a few pats and rubs, feeling the building layer of softness over the packed core stuffed solid with food. Starblind watched in silence, completely dumbstruck by the sight of his own body inflating before his very eyes.
Taking only the briefest of pauses, Fondant replaced the plate for a new one, though it was virtually impossible to tell there was a plate under a vast pot of melted cheese and an enormous pile of bread and vegetables. Raising half a Baguette, the bread was unceremoniously dunked into the cauldron of dairy, then crammed straight into his mouth. No utensils were needed as he messily devoured the cheese coated bread in record time, a few stray crumbs and melted cheese spotting around his maw. An assembly line of hands fed more of the vegetables into the bubbling cheese, shoving it into the eagerly awaiting jaws. As the pile of bread dwindled, Starblind's body bulged further outwards. With a strained rip, the seat of his jeans practically exploded, the culprit being the two enormous ass cheeks that were eagerly gobbled up space on the padded seat.
His underwear was on full display through the massive hole, showing off a heart pattern upon the increasingly stretched boxers. More denim burst asunder, the seams pulling apart as juicy thigh meat pushed through the gap. Above, Starblind’s top had rolled all the way up towards his burgeoning moobs, acting as a makeshift bra for them as they rested atop his upper belly roll. The sleeves had long since torn, making way for a pair of flabby bingo wings to balloon forth, resting on the growing sets of love handles and side rolls increasingly ringing his sides. Before him, his massive belly continued to expand, having divided into several heavy, doughy rolls that had begun to sag off the end of his lap, the great blubber mound sloshing and undulating with every mouthful he ate.
Hundreds of pounds of pure fat seemed to materialise on his frame, his previously slim frame swollen to morbid obesity in no time at all. Despite having eaten enough greens, cheese and bread to feed a family for a month, the possessed stallion was still as voracious as when he’d started, using an entire loaf to scrape the bottom of the fondue pot clean, the vat vanishing as soon as its’ contents had been polished off. Smacking his lips in satisfaction, the possessed stallion let loose another room rumbling burp, giving his belly a satisfied pat, grinning as he felt how soft and squishy he was becoming. Taking a handful of fat, he squeezed and wobbled it around, letting out a moan, feeling the demolished pair of jeans burst another few stitches.
Whilst Starblind couldn’t move a muscle, he still could feel Fondant playing with his body. Moaning almost in time with the ghost, he reveled in how massive he was growing. His member twitched within the puffy fupa he’d grown, rubbing against the soft, warm flesh of his pubic fat, thighs and underbelly. Their collective moans were curtailed as an enormous burrito pushed its way into his mouth. The taste of spiced beans, rice, salsa, and more washed across his palette, chewing through the dense mass of the wrap. Gradually forcing it down, the stallion was assaulted by a wave of Marexican cuisine. Chili by the bucket load thundered into his tummy, preceded by fajitas and tacos in alternating mouthfuls, the ghostly hands trying to keep his mouth full at all times, never relenting for even a moment.
Mouthful by mouthful, Starblind’s body oozed outwards. Pounds upon pounds of fresh lard caked his frame from head to toe, his fat cells swelling as thousands of calories rushed into his system. Pushing outwards and downwards, his stomach sagged every closer to the ground. The engorged lobes of fat lay heavy before him in a great apron of adipose. Cellulite dimples spotted the undersides of his folds, his body struggling to place yet more weight onto his near immobile frame. Every breath he took caused his body to shift and undulate, wobbling like jelly, further perpetuated by the gurgles and burbles of rapid digestion.
Behind him, his ass had blimped into two exercise ball size globes of blubber, his tortured underwear stretched to the max across the massive span of ass flab. A vast, deep canyon had formed between the cheeks, gradually revealed more and more as his boxers rode further down his behind. With a final rip, his jeans tore completely, scraps of ruined fabric trapped between his rolls and under his massive ass. Similarly, his shirt came apart, losing the battle against Starblinds moobs and back fat. Almost completely in the nude, he was finally free of the wet, cloying cold that’d surrounded him for the past couple of hours, replaced instead with a great warmth that felt comforting after so long.
That warmth was suddenly curtailed, as a cool sensation radiated across the tip of his belly, the feeling growing with every heavy swallow he was forced to take. The pervading taste of savoury was washed away as the table filled with a whole cavalcade of sweets and desserts. Complimenting the Marexican, churros absolutely drenched in caramel sauce were fed in one by one like an assembly line. As the ghost funneled the cinnamon sprinkled dough into his belly, a wave of realisation flooded his mind. His belly had grown so immense it could touch the floor. The heavy blue slabs of his frame inflated with fat into misshaped lumps and swells. He could feel gravity tugging ever stronger on portions of his frame, not least across parts of his thighs and butt, his lower half beginning to outgrow the immense seating.
His face, much like the rest of his body, was virtually unrecognisable now. His once sharp, angular features had puffed out and softened. A ring of neck flab helped to support his rounded face, the flesh melding with his stack of triple chins, each one thicker and puffier than the last. Merging with his jowls, his chins matched the bloated tennis ball sized cheeks that’d expanded on his face. Furthermore, almost his entire face and upper chest were covered in a sticky morass of food that Fondant had missed, almost like he’d fallen face first into an artist's palette. Thin runnels of chocolate sauce trickled from the corners of his lips as a bakeries worth of gooey chocolate brownies were demolished in short order.
The ghost hands paused in their culinary assault, giving the stallion a moment to breathe. Burping and panting, he attempted to lick off some of the mess plastered to his mouth. Speedily, the ghosts jammed a thick piece of rubber onto a big funnel, suspending it above the blob of blue flab. Shoving the end into the stallion's mouth, a mountainous flan was picked up, the pudding jiggling just like the blob-like stallion. Cramming it into the top, Starblind watched as thick, cartoonish bulges travelled the length, his mouth suddenly filled with creamy caramel. Rhythmically, Fondant swallowed and swallowed, an assembly line of calories descending into his sagging gut to manufacture yet more blubber.
Flan was soon replaced by Mint Cookies, mixed with heavy cream, which was replaced by all manner of cakes softened with melted ice cream. Hundreds of thousands of calories were consumed and absorbed in short manner, his body ballooning by the second. The seat had been entirely covered by his now titanic ass, his heart print boxers somehow managing to stay on, stretched to utterly ludicrous proportions across his sofa crushing ass. The metal legs underneath him bent, bowing outwards under the extreme weight, sagging lower and lower before burying the seat in pure butt blubber. His belly oozed out ahead of him, a massive mound of stallion meat, the bottom roll growing as thick as a mattress as it pushed out under the table.
Fondant hadn’t so much as moved Starblind’s arms in a while, a fact not too surprising as each arm was drowned in fat. His upper arms bloated into sandbag sized swells, sagging down to rest at his sides alongside his swollen moobs. The forearms hadn’t fared much better either, rolls forming which had begun to swallow up his hands. Similarly, his legs had grown to mammoth proportions, calves and thighs each submerged in an ocean of flab that were each easily wider than barrels. A veritable staircase of back fat crowded out from his back, stacked like an accordion, the bottom of which covered the base of his tail. Chugging gallons of blueberry pie flavoured milkshake, Starblind groaned internally, his throbbing cock twitching and leaking into his pumpkin thick fat pad. Every wobble and blorp of his overworked belly massaged and rubbed the shaft, so very close to release.
Fondant too seemed to be nearly finished as well, the rate of consumption having slowed considerably, lazily letting the last dregs of the shake slip down his throat. With a loud ‘POP’, the hose was removed, his eyes drawn to the utterly barren table, every plate cleared away, except for one. No bigger than a saucer for a teacup, a single chocolate mint sat in the middle. Floating up towards him, Fondant eyed the lone chocolate for several moments, as if the ghost's extreme gluttony was somehow thwarted by one piece of candy.
“Ouuurppp… Mmmmmpphhfff… perhaps I shouldn’t…” He groaned, voice a muffled rumble from the layers upon layers of flab around his face. Daintily, a ghost hand picked it up, slowly bringing it to his mouth. Pondering it for a few seconds, he let out a small sigh. “Oh I can’t say no… after all, it is wafer-thin!” Popping it in his mouth, he chewed and swallowed. The room was silent for a moment, before the possessed Stallions belly growled, letting loose a loud series of blorps and gurgles, a sudden pressure flooding though his body as he rapidly ballooned like a pony shaped dirigible. His whole body tingled, pleasure surging through his every pore and every cellulite dimpled slab of fat. With a howl of protest, the chair crumpled as the legs gave way, the immense blob dropping a foot in height. The impact was immense, the entire house shaking from the impact. That same shock sent a tremor rushing through the hundreds of pounds of Starblind's frame, every inch of his body jiggling and sloshing uncontrollably.
The sensation was too much. A bellow of a moan poured forth as Starblind blew his load, cum flooding his fupa as pure, tingling pleasure jolted through every nerve ending. Panting, his breath was unsteady, trying to come back to his senses. He was back in control, watching as the wispy form of the spectre emerged from his stomach, stretching its arms as it hovered above Starblind. Compared to the immobile blob sat on the floor, the obese ghost was positively tiny. “Oh my, I’ve not been able to let loose in eons! That was indeed a feast worth waiting for!”
“Boouurrpphh… Huuffff… I…I’m Huuuuuooouugpppphh!!!” Starblind attempted to say, barely able to get a word in edgeways. He could still feel his skin tingling and stretching, the immense lump of ectoplasm continuing to digest, Starblinds fat cells expanding bigger and bigger. He could hardly hear the spectre over the noise his body was producing.
“Hmmmm, for a laypony, I think I’d agree with you.” Fondant replied. “But compared to what I once was… well, you’re still rather thin, don’t you think?”
“T…Thin! I’m… I’m as bigOOOuuuurrrppp… big as a house!” He sputtered, cheeks tinging red as he felt the ghost pressing itself against his belly, hugging deep into his fat rolls. Starblind’s blush darkened as Fondant groped and played with every inch of soft, wobbly flab, the spirit effortlessly hefting up a roll as thick as a mattress, its eyes roaming over the dimpled curvature like he was appraising a priceless artifact. Seemingly pleased with what he’d found, he dropped it with a juicy slap.
“A house? Are houses smaller than I remember? You could easily fill most rooms, I’ll give you that…” He paused, drifting up into Starblind's vision and locking eyes. “But you are far from a house… I was big as a house, but I didn’t feel satisfied. That feast was a good starter, don’t get me wrong, but I used to eat for most of, if not the whole day… and only then would I feel sated.” They were practically muzzle to muzzle, Starblind unable to see anything other than the ghost and his own fat.
“I may be unable to get any bigger in my… ahem… post-mortem state of being. But you… my blue blubbery boy… YOU certainly can. In just about an hour, you’ve managed to pack on more pounds than I did in over 30 years. True, you did have some supernatural assistance, but you have the potential to get as big as… if not bigger than I ever could. Maybe after a few more banquets, my desire for food will finally be satiated for good.”
“I know you’re enamored with your new body just as much as I am. I could feel your raw lust washing through your mind as I turned your fit, healthy body into a gelatinous mass of lard. You desire to be bigger too? Don’t you~?”.
His once blue face had turned an interesting shade of red , similar to that of wine, his words coming out as a series of mumbled affirmations. His body, however, gave the clearest answer of all. A room shaking gurgle cut through the unicorns mumbling, a raw cry of distress from his tummy; it was hungry again. With a wide grin, Fondant flourished his hands, the table once again full with savoury, delectable dishes. All for one pony. “I hope you made room for seconds… because I’m not going to stop until you fill this room with your fat.” Opening his mouth, Starblind’s senses were again electrified by the incredible flavours as he ate himself fatter and fatter.