Trixie's New Glutton

Twilight struggled to open her eyes at all, but in doing so, she only found... nothing. She couldn't see. Darkness had been there instead, and she wondered if she'd fallen unconscious. That would have made sense. But why was it so hard to wake up, then?

She tried blinking, but only felt her eyelashes feel what was probably... something? A blindfold. Her fore legs were... restrained? Her hind legs, too, and she realized that she couldn't move anything at all. She could feel something constricting her body, pinning her what was probably a chair, with the sound of creaking wood echoing in her ears.

The first thing she tried to do was cast a light spell. However, instead of the comfort of her own power, she felt a subconscious blockage, one that refused her, like the magic wouldn't even reach her horn.

"Don't bother with the spells," said a familiar voice, and Twilight wanted to shudder in both fear and confusion.

"T- Trixie?"

She remembered now. The last thing being that, somehow, in some way, she had lost the battle against the blue mare, and the next thing was feeling her consciousness slipping away. How much time had passed since then, Twilight couldn't be sure. It was possible it had only been a few minutes, or maybe even a few hours.

Or... a day.

"What's.... that smell!?" asked Twilight, and in doing so, had to breathe. However, her nostrils didn't bring her the scent of a meadow, or her beloved books, or even the scent of a busy pony. Instead, the scent was strange. Like, it smelled kind of salty, but also buttery, with a mix of oils and grease, the scent alone making her stomach growl.

"It seems the so-called magical prodigy has finally awoken!" she said, sounding so proud of herself, and yet so egotistical as well.

Trixie briefly removed her blindfold, and allowed Twilight to finally take in the scene. The moment the words fell from Trixie's lips, Twilight found her mouth opening on its own. It wasn't like her jaw had moved, though, more like her mouth had been forced open, the sound of something sliding and sliding until it suddenly stopped.

Twilight could finally see just how much food there was, stacked on tables and carts. There were dozens and dozens of plates, piled with a myriad of different foods. Burgers upon burgers, pizza upon pizza, fries upon fries, chicken and bacon and cheese and cakes and just about everything she could imagine, or rather, things she could imagine becoming real.

The scents were overpowering, but her senses were immediately drowned out the moment she felt the slick wetness of a slice of cake pressed against her tongue. With how thick it was, the frosting had to have been made with heavy cream and plenty of powdered sugar, and she felt it sliding across her tongue before her lips wrapped around the sweet dessert.

"Mmmph!" she groaned, not being able to stop herself as she ate.

Before the slice had even finished, another was brought to her lips. It forced itself between her lips, and she felt it sliding down her throat with the same smooth, moist texture as the first. She was still trying to make sense of all this.

Why was Trixie doing this? What was the point of her capturing Twilight in such a manner? Was it really about beating her? That sounded so juvenile, so childish. This was hardly the work of someone who just wanted to get even, or prove themselves better. This was the work of a twisted pony.

Twilight tried to question her, but couldn't. She was still strapped down, and her spells didn't work. If she really wanted to question her, she would need to finish chewing. But when she opened her mouth, another slice of cake was already waiting.

Her lips had closed around the fork, and with the next movement, she was forced to take another bite, and then another. It wasn't until she had swallowed the third bite that Twilight even tried to speak.

"Tr... Mmmph!"

Again, she was cut off, and another bite slid into her mouth. The fourth piece of cake, and the fifth, and the sixth. It was a process that was repeated several times. Open her mouth, and more cake was placed inside. Close her mouth, and chew, and swallow, and open her mouth again for even more cake.

But deep down, every attempt to speak was drowned out by the amazing taste. The frosting had been the thickest that she'd ever had, and the cake was moist, soft, fluffy and smooth, the batter moist enough to coat her entire mouth. It was hard for her to swallow at all, and her stomach, having just awoken, began to gurgle, the sensations spreading across her body as she felt herself shifting.

"Isn't it great? The best thing for an appetizer, wouldn't you say, Twilight?"

There was no answer, because she didn't let her answer. Instead, more and more cake was stuffed into her mouth. The first four slices had been different, with flavors that Twilight hadn't tried. She figured it was probably three different cakes, a testament to Trixie's control over her. But the smell of the room, the grease, still mixed in with the sweet and moist icing. It made her feel like her mind was going hazy.

"Why are you -mmmph- feeding me-mmmph- mh- mph- mmm?"

She tried to ask questions, but it was impossible. Her words were muffled by the cake, and Trixie always pressed more and more into her mouth, refusing her the ability to even think. And it kept going. Piece after piece, until Twilight had already reached the twentieth piece, her cheeks bulging and the corners of her mouth smeared with frosting and crumbs.

"Because! You being the loser of the duel, there's only room for one magician around here."

Another piece had been forced into her mouth, the sugary sweetness covering her tongue, coating her palette. It was almost like it had been injected with sugar, because the sweetness was so extreme. It made her tongue and her teeth ache, but more than that, it made her feel the way her muscles spasmed as they were forced to obey, forcing her jaws to close and chew, chew, and swallow.

It wasn't like Twilight had much else to do, with her horn unable to channel magic, and her body completely restrained. But with the utter sweetness of the cake, it was impossible for her to focus. The cake was far from what was truly distracting her though, as long as the greasy smells entered her nostrils.

"B-But, we're both magicians," she finally managed, in between mouthfuls, even if she had trouble making the words coherent, and even if the sentence itself was clumsy.

"Oh, are we? I thought it was made quite clear. You're not a rival anymore."

"What do you- mmph!"

Another slice of cake, and a fourth. Then a fifth and a sixth, and then it seemed as though she was entering a new pattern, where she was given only a single, large slice. Her stomach gurgled more, and the amount she was forced to eat quickly started to build up. The frosting was growing thicker, the cake itself heavier. The moisture was unparalleled, and it coated her tongue and her teeth, and the texture only made it stick to the roof of her mouth.

"You have been defeated, so you are no longer a worthy rival. You serve me now! You will be fat and bloated, a mindless glutton, like a real princess."

"F-fat!? That's -mmmm- ridiculous! What does being -mhmm- fat have to do -mph- with-mmm-"

Once more, Twilight tried to protest, to question what she was trying to do, but with each word, Trixie had a new piece of cake ready. It was as if there was a plate full of slices, all stacked, all covered in that thick icing and moist, moist cake, and the more she was stuffed with the cake, the more she wanted it.

Or rather, the more she needed it.

It wasn't that the cake was good. In fact, the more pieces she was fed, the more Twilight could feel herself growing nauseous. But it was like she needed more, that the taste and the texture wouldn't satisfy her. She wanted more and more, and it was growing harder and harder to think, with the way her stomach filled with this much cake already.

She could hear a squishing sensation. It wasn't until the twentieth slice, when she could finally start feeling the pressure. And with each following slice, it was only growing worse. Her stomach had begun to press against the ropes that had restrained her body, pushing them tighter and tighter. It was difficult for her to keep breathing.

"Mmmp-mh-mph-mph-mph" she mumbled, chewing on the last piece of cake. She wanted to know why it mattered, ruminating on Trixie's words, but her mind could not keep up. It was a question that, if she had the mental capacity, would have been easy to answer.

"Oh, is that the last slice already? Hah, you're more gluttonous than I'd expected you would be. And we haven't even started."

Trixie's words made Twilight's eyes widen. Had she finished an entire cake already? No, she couldn't have. It wasn't possible. It was almost impossible for Twilight to open her mouth again, the muscles in her jaw sore from chewing on cake after cake, and the force of her belly, protruding and bulging out, pressing against the wooden seat she was trapped in.

"W... what's going on? Why are you feeding -urp- me!?"

"Because you are mine," answered Trixie, speaking like it was the most simple, the most obvious answer, one that shouldn't need explaining. But Twilight couldn't make heads or tails of it. Her mind was simply too sluggish, and it was like all the magic she'd poured into her studies, the speed with which she'd read, and all the lessons she'd learned were all being drained.

"You're going to be my fat pet, my mindless glutton, who exists just to eat. The perfect end to the perfect prodigy, and the ultimate display of my own power."

"What... what are you talking about!?" she asked, struggling. It was then that her stomach started growling. Loudly. Like it was telling her that it was empty. But, no. She could clearly feel the weight inside it, and the pressure against her own body, her coat tightening around it, her hips, her thighs, as if already adjusting to the raw amount of sheer cake she had just eaten.

"But..." Trixie trotted off to the side nonchalantly, as if ignoring Twilight. "That cake was just a test. Don't think I haven noticed you ogling some foods in particular, Twilight..."

She picked up a burger box, opened it, and presented it to Twilight. It was a gigantic monstrosity, with three burger patties, between buns covered in sauce and cheese. Just from the sight of it, she could almost smell the meat. So many other sauces, like ketchup and mayonnaise, onions and lettuce. And her stomach continued to growl.

Twilight had been doing her best to stay silent, but it was no use. Not with her stomach grumbling the way it was.

For the first time, she managed to meet Trixie's gaze. She saw her smile. The malice, the sheer pleasure and enjoyment.

She wasn't. She couldn't. Twilight had already eaten an entire cake. She could feel the sheer amount of it that had just been stuffed into her stomach, all weighing her down, filling her with a satisfaction that she shouldn't have been receiving. It wasn't fair, and her stomach should be nauseous and aching.

But this burger was different. She could smell the grease, the salt. It made her salivate, and she had no control of the way her mouth watered, the way her hunger was unleashed, the way her eyes would have followed the burger with a focused intent, if only she hadn't been looking at Trixie.

"Wh-why is this happening?" she asked, shaking her head. "Why... can't I... fight it...?"

"Fight it? You love burgers!" said Trixie, before taking a step forward, holding the burger and bringing it towards Twilight, the tip of the massive hamburger touching her lips. "Come on, gluttony prodigy, eat."

And it was impossible. With her magic repressed, and her mind going hazy, Twilight could not refuse. Her lips parted, and her teeth sunk into the burger, feeling the moist bun, the way the breaded ingredients squeezed juices, which only made them even more salty and savory. The way the cheese oozed, and the bacon and chicken. It was all so... so...

She started chewing, and it was the best burger she'd ever tasted, the perfect combination. But how was that possible? She wasn't a glutton. She had burgers before, but only hayburgers. Or, she thought she did. Her memories were starting to fade, to become foggy, and the longer she chewed, the more she swallowed, the less she cared about the previous her.

"Nngh.... y- you're... mmmph... insane, mmmph... Trixie," mumbled Twilight, her words barely audible, because with each word, and each bite, she was forced to chew. Chew and swallow, and with the greasy, salty and savory smell wafting directly into her nose, it was growing more and more difficult for her to focus.

"Hah. Weren't you saying something?" she taunted, as if enjoying Twilight's descent. "Don't worry. By the time the sun comes up, your true nature will have been fully awakened, and you will exist as a happy, fat and gluttonous pig."

There was no escape.

Every bite she took of the hamburger, the juices and the cheese and the toppings would enter her mouth, some trickling down her chin. It was a glorious burger, the taste so wonderful, and she couldn't understand why. Every part of it, the meat, the sauce, the bacon. Even the breaded bun. She had no idea how Trixie was able to know every single one of her preferences, but the way that it blended together, made her want more.

Her lips smacked again and again. The saliva dripped, the cheeses and the sauces had started mixing together, leaving a mess. Before she knew it, the second half was gone, and she had no idea what had happened.

"That's it..." cooed Trixie. "Give in."

Twilight could do nothing to disobey. It was clear that Trixie's power, whatever it was, was beyond anypony she'd ever seen before. It was like she'd put her under some sort of spell. The only thing she could do was eat. And this burger was, by far, the best one that she'd ever had. The flavor, the texture, everything was perfect.

"M-muh... mmph," she mumbled out, and her voice had been more guttural. She had never sounded like that before.

"What was that, Twilight? Tell me that you're a glutton, and I'll feed you another burger," said Trixie, grinning. Her smile was wider than she'd ever seen before, and Twilight tried to think about why the expression looked so familiar, and she was almost about to. Almost.

Twilight could barely pay attention, only finishing the last few bites of what used to be a gargantuan burger, and she'd already finished the whole thing, before her stomach could even handle such a monstrous size. But she'd swallowed every bite. She hadn't even noticed until her lips were still smacking and the flavor was still lingering in her mouth, her tongue coated and her teeth covered in the residue.

"I... I'm a... a... -URRRRP- mmm..."

"Ah ah," said Trixie, chuckling. "You're a glutton, aren't you?"

The word had almost escaped her lips, but her mind had grown hazy, and she couldn't remember. She could feel it, but it was like it was something in the distant past, a memory she couldn't quite reach.

"More... -hurrp- I... want... more..."

"No! You are a glutton. Say it."

In the corners of Twilight's mind, beneath the swarming thoughts of hunger and gluttony, she could feel a sliver of herself, a tiny fragment, protesting. And for a moment, she had access. And the words flowed through her lips.

"I... am -hic- not!"

"Oh?"

Trixie readied another box, presenting a burger just as greasy and huge as the last one. Her lips trembled, and her heart raced. She'd already finished the last burger, and yet, her stomach was still aching, and her mind was screaming, yet her instincts were begging her to accept it, to eat it. To open up her lips and embrace more of that amazing grease.

How was she craving another? Not only did she just have a burger, but that entire cake she nearly forgot about... but it was impossible for her to forget, not with her stomach so obviously full, so swollen and protruding, and it was almost impossible for her to even look down, with the way her stomach stretched out.

Hher stomach wasn't the only thing expanding. She could already feel her thighs growing thicker as she tried to lift one of her hindlegs up. They were soft, and warm, and were already starting to press against the sides of her wooden seat. That, and her rump. And her waist. All of her.

She was getting fatter.

"I... I..."

"Ah, that's right. Gluttons only eat when food is placed in their mouth, don't they? But, you're not a glutton right? So there's no reason why you'd want to eat it..." said Trixie, her words dripping with disdain and cruelty.

"N-No. I -hic- won't..."

"Are you so sure? You want to eat that burger, don't you? And another after that. Maybe two more. Three, even. You want to stuff yourself as much as I have prepared the food for you, don't you, fatty."

"I- I-"

"Actually, I don't need an answer."

"Mmmph!"

Twilight had been cut off once more, and this time, the food had not been cake, but a giant burger, just as big as the first. Her stomach couldn't handle that much. It was impossible. It had already been groaning and complaining and straining. Her body was aching and her breaths were coming faster.

"Mmmmpphhh," she groaned, but it was still impossible. Twilight couldn't stop herself, couldn't resist. Her lips had already parted, and her teeth sank into the bun, feeling the warm juices pouring from the burger, tasting the melted cheese.

She wanted to stop herself. She wanted to spit it out, but it was no use. With every passing bite, her mind was becoming even more and more scrambled. She could feel her own thoughts melting, just like the cheese, and her mind was foggier and foggier.

"Mmph - I'm... not -mmph- I'm-"

"Hmm?" cooed Trixie.

"Mmph - a glutton."

"No, that's not right. Finish your burger first. Stuff that fat face, you disgusting pony."

Twilight didn't have much of a choice. Not with the way the burger was pushed towards her mouth, her jaws aching from chewing and her tongue lapping at the grease that had escaped. Every time her teeth met the bun, or the meat, or the bacon, or the cheese. It was a whirlwind of flavors, and with the sauce mixing in, it was like an explosion, coating her senses, the salt and the meat and the tanginess and the sweet, almost bitter, hint of a garlic sauce.

She swallowed. And the rest of the burger, which was the size of her face, entered her mouth.

"Your eyes are drooping, you're getting drunk on the taste, aren't you?"

Twilight was barely paying attention. She was lost, floating on the tastes and the sensation and the flavor. It was almost like the taste was an explosion on its own, filling her body with pleasure and joy and the sort of happiness that shouldn't have been possible, and yet it was, and the more her body started to expand, the more her cheeks, her jaw, her muzzle, and her tummy grew thicker, and the more her hips spread out, and the more her thighs swelled, her butt stretching, the happier she became.

"Mm.. mmgh..."

The way her lips smacked, and the saliva dripped, and her jaw struggled and the muscles strained to continue chewing, was a testament to Twilight's determination. She could have finished the burger faster. Probably. But that would mean defeat. That would have meant she liked this greasy, disgusting food.

And maybe she did?

Maybe this was the sort of food she deserved. Maybe the Twilight from before hadn't appreciated it as much. This Twilight, however, the one whose mouth was covered in burger sauce, whose jaw and throat strained to keep up, was in complete bliss.

"Phehe," laughed Trixie, noticing the change. She turned, and picked up another burger. "You really don't need to speak," she said, bringing the burger to Twilight's mouth and gently teasing it, waiting for her lips to wrap around the bread as she finished the previous one.

Twilight had barely finished the previous one before her jaws, no longer struggling, merely obeyed, and she swallowed the final piece. When the next was brought to her, her lips and teeth had already parted, and her tongue, slick and coated with sauce, had extended from her mouth, the tip rubbing against the meat and the toppings.

"Ah, so this is what a glutton is really like. A mindless animal," cooed Trixie. She smirked, as if congratulating herself, and placed the burger into Twilight's mouth.

Just as it was the last time, Twilight had to chew, and the flavors would explode. The meat, the cheese, the sauce. The bread. Each of the ingredients would mingle together and mix, and the flavors would build up and up, and it was hard for her to keep up, and her saliva dripped.

"Mmmph," she murmured, the noise coming out muffled and incoherent.

"Are you sure you're not a glutton? I think it's fairly clear."

She didn't stop her. She didn't force her to swallow, or anything like that. She merely took a step back and watched, and waited, until Twilight was done. She waited until the food had gone down Twilight's throat, until her lips had stopped smacking, and her tongue had lapped up the sauce.

Then, she waited. She could see how the realization set in, and the satisfaction in Twilight's eyes. The happiness and the lust and the pure gluttony.

"Tell me, Twilight. Are you a glutton?"

She'd come closer, placing the new burger deeper onto Twilight's lips. But this time, instead of waiting for her to take a bite, she teased, almost forcing Twilight to take a bite. But not quite. She waited. Waited for Twilight to finish the last bite. And then waited some more, watching Twilight's eyes flutter, watching how her eyes would shift between Trixie and the burger.

"I... I'm... I"m a - MMPH!"

Twilight had taken the first bite. Then the second. And the third. She took the burger with her own will, her eyes focusing, her jaw moving and her teeth chomping down. It was almost like a physical struggle, as she did what she could to deny, but in the end, it was impossible to ignore. Her cheeks would round, and her throat would swallow and her stomach would gurgle and she'd make the most grotesque sounds as she ate, the squishiness of her thighs and the thickness of her waist expanding and swelling.

"P-please..."

"No, I think it's a yes, Twilight. You've become a true glutton. There's no stopping now. If you want it so badly, why not eat as much as you can?"

As if responding to the cue, three more boxes were levitated across the room. And one by one, they floated over, until they were behind Trixie.

"I suppose we'll be using the burgers first, huh," she said, giggling. "I did tell you that I'd do this."

"N-no... please! I... I'm not-mmm!"

Once again, Twilight was unable to protest, unable to deny, because there was no stopping this. Another burger had already been placed between her lips, and she was already chewing, and swallowing, and chewing, and swallowing, and the more she did, the more she understood her fate.

Another came, and then another. The rate at which she was eating was fast enough that it was as if the burgers were magically disappearing, without her having to chew them all. The more she ate, the more she started to understand. This wasn't just normal food. This was a concoction, the perfect food. One that was specifically designed to make her a glutton, to force her to eat.

The flavor had been enhanced, and the smell was stronger. Every part of it was there, but it was a degree better, a grade higher, and Twilight could not find the willpower to resist, especially with the way her mind was being drained. The more she chewed, the harder it was to focus.

"Nnn- stop... mmm, please..."

"Keep eating," commanded Trixie, forcing the burger into her mouth with her own hoof this time instead of magic.

"Mmmph..."

And she ate. Her heart was beating, her chest rising and falling. Her stomach was aching, and the ropes that had been tying her down were feeling tighter, but the ropes were not what was truly restricting her.

It was her growing figure. It was her hips, her flanks. The thickness of her body, the way her waist spread out, and the way her stomach was pressing against the bindings. Her rump and her thighs had begun swelling as well. They would no doubt escape soon.

Minutes passed of non stop eating, her body slowly but surely absorbing the countless calories that had been pumped into it, and her mind growing hazier and more incoherent with each new bite, but the moment she came upon a box containing the food within, her cheeks rounded even further, like a hamster's, and a tear formed.

"Ah," exclaimed Trixie, noticing the new tear rolling down Twilight's cheek. "Is our gluttonous little pig overwhelmed?"

"Mmm.... mm... mhmmhmmph."

Even if Twilight tried to protest, the tears, along with the slurping of the mayonnaise, couldn't be argued away. Trixie giggled.

"So you're finally seeing your future, aren't you? Have I successfully awakened the hidden you? Tell me Twilight, aren't you glad you are here now?" she asked, the gloating, almost spiteful voice of hers flowing through every syllable, leaving a sickening sweetness lingering in Twilight's ears, far surpassing any flavor that had gone into Twilight's mouth prior to this.

"Please... don't. Don't make me into that... I...."

"Into what, glutton? Whatever could that mean?"

"A h-hog," she squealed out in reply. "N-no!"

Trixie giggled even more and approached, giving Twilight the evilest, happiest grin. "Does Twilight, the Princess of Gluttonony, think she is an intelligent Princess when she eats those huge burgers and cries about it?" she mused mockingly.

"Pl- Please, don't... Nnggh..."

"Unless you want to be taught not just the fine qualities of becoming a hog, but of a brainless sow..."

With that, another box had flown right from the pile behind Trixie to right between her legs. Inside was a simple bucket of nothing but fries.

Twilight immediately took notice of its simple presence and whimpered. It would have been like if Spike offered her a bag of gems in exchange for a treat and she would have greedily agreed. Now it was no different. It did not take long for the shame, the desire, and the urge to eat them take hold of her body.

"Ha... Noooo.... Mmfh! Mmh!" she muttered, as the first of many, many fries would hit the inside of her throat, and as the desire for it to never stop would finally set in. The fries were somehow salty and creamy at the same time, like cream cheese mixed with butter.

"Don't start complaining, Twilight," said Trixie, who had stepped back a bit to take in the spectacle. She stared intensely into the gluttonous mare's eyes while she chewed, wanting to watch her give in to the pure instinct for a greasy food. She wanted to experience the transformation, to watch as the mental process of surrendering fully began.

She ate more and more, devouring the entire bowl as Trixie readied the first gigantic drinks, huge shakes that were big enough to contain not only a regular pony's daily milk intake, but twice as much. They were then brought closer, and Twilight had no choice but to look downwards into the darkness and take the very first sip.

As the contents left the glass and touched the edge of her lip, her body stiffened. It had a pinkish color, with white streaks swirling around in circles. When her lips sealed around the very tip, and she drank the shake, the flavors, like the burgers, mixed with the fries to create something that seemed impossible, the sweetness overpowered by a tanginess, the milkiness overpowered by a sudden dose of salty flavor.

Then, her mouth began to involuntarily drink. It was the kind of sucking where the slurping was not as simple, a sound that could be compared to a baby trying to gain a drink from its bottle. This slurp, however, was not the same. It was a slurp of desperation.

It was a desperate slurp because Twilight had not a second's thought before she began to devour. Down her throat, it went, as fast as she could take it in. This was so much more than any shake she'd ever had, even the milkshakes that Pinkie Pie made, or the ice cream Sweetie Belle would.

It was pure and absolute. When she was finally able to open her lips for a split moment and breathe, and as she gulped the remainder in the bottom, she could feel her stomach scream, both in protest at the size, and joy at the taste. Her belly audibly groaned, struggling to take in the pure mass she'd already fed it, the bulk of cake, the gigantic hamburgers, the fries.

Her tongue lashed out, and she licked the edges, the sides, the corners, hoping to collect all the remaining flavor she could. As the taste would begin to fade, the urge became desperate, and the need for more returned.

"St -URRRRP- op...."

"Not a chance."

Another shake was poured out over her lips and she swallowed it, drinking it until the final, smooth, viscous remnants. It only took seconds for her to finish the drink, her own will making it hard for her, while also making it impossible to resist. And then another had replaced it.

Then another. The cycle continued. Burgers eventually were added as well, and more buckets of fries.

The constant gulping, and the slurping, and the noises, would have left most embarrassed, or mortified, but it was nothing more than her simple gluttonous noises and the pathetic gasps. And still, the restraints held firm, and it was the only thing that was truly holding her in place.

Twilight could tell what was coming. She knew. But it wasn't enough to prepare her for the inevitable. She wouldn't just be turning into a glutton, or even just a fatty.

Her brain, her entire existence. The mind that had once been filled with a world of knowledge, of experiences, was being quickly drowned. Her thoughts became slow. Her responses were delayed. And the more the food would pour from her mouth, the less the words would come, until the very end.

She looked down at her body, fattened beyond her belief. She could barely see the chair anymore, but she could definitely feel her growing, soft flanks, and her immense thighs. She was sure the ropes that tied her down had long since snapped, and she could have moved, had her strength allowed it. She couldn't imagine standing up anymore. And her tummy was bloated like she hadn't ever imagined, looking round and enormous, and beyond her control.

The chair she was enveloping was finally beginning to audibly creak, its wooden body wedged between the crooks of her thighs. The material itself was about as sturdy as any, and it had not broken. And yet, its strength was being tested. The very foundation upon which it had been built was the point of strain.

"N-no, mmmph... that can't happen... th- the... mmpph... chair c-can't break, I- -urrrrrrp!- "

Her protests, such as they were, were interrupted, as if on cue.

It didn't take her long to realize what had just happened. Her flanks had pressed so tightly against it and her thighs were enveloping its legs, to the point where the point of strain was no longer her stomach's pressure, or even the sheer weight, but the softness itself. The chair would be a strong piece of wood and a perfect foundation, except it wasn't, not for a heavy blob that was a former princess.

SNAP!

BOMF!

She watched the wood shatter, crumbling into pieces as her body gave in, and the wood couldn't handle her. Her fattened blob of a body jiggled as it landed on the hard surface, her lard filling any space that had not already been filled already.

"Ah," cooed Trixie, smiling. It was the smile of success, of victory. And it was a smile that Twilight could hardly stand. It was a smile of pure cruelty, and it only grew with each passing moment.

"That didn't take very long, did it?"

"Ghn..."

Trixie hadn’t noticed just how drastically Twilight had transformed. Once a slightly chubby alicorn, Twilight was now a monument of gluttony, her body swollen far beyond what any ordinary fattened pony could ever imagine. The amount of weight she had packed on was unimaginable. Her enormous belly dominated her frame, stretching outward like a massive, bloated sphere. It was heavy, round, and stuffed beyond comprehension, taut with food and shaking with every labored breath she took. Twilight’s gaze was fixated on her stomach, a faint reflection visible on its stretched surface, her eyes half-lidded as the pressure of her immense feast took its toll. The sounds of gurgling and churning echoed constantly from within, an endless reminder of her insatiable hunger.

Her flanks, once bound by her chair, had been freed to expand unchecked. Now, they sprawled out like overgrown, flabby pancakes, the fatty layers softening and spreading impossibly wide. Her butt had become a sprawling mass of flesh, each cheek sagging under its own weight, while her hips stretched to the point of absurdity, their girth defying belief. The fat didn’t just stop there—her legs had ballooned, thick and wobbly, their ability to move long since diminished. Her upper legs had swelled so much they now brushed against her sides, the fat rolling over itself as they sat in place. Her neck, once graceful, had been swallowed by layers of fat, her upper shoulders buried under a mound of softness that rippled with even the smallest movement.

Twilight’s cheeks were no longer recognizable, having swollen into rounded, squishy masses that made simple expressions difficult. Her chins—yes, plural—folded over each other, creating rolls of fat that made closing her mouth nearly impossible. Her jowls drooped heavily, framing her face as if they were a permanent, plush pillow, leaving her in a perpetual state of bloat and fullness. She was the very image of excess, a living embodiment of gluttony.

Eventually, hours passed. Hours of constant gorging and eating, stuffing and devouring. Piles and piles of food, buckets and buckets, had been consumed. Her mind was filled with nothing but the taste of food, and her own body was, too. Her own body was nothing more than her own feelings of sheer gluttony.

She was past a trance. She was inhaling it. Absorbing the taste and the smell and the texture. She wanted to stay there, forever. Eating.

But then, suddenly, nothing appeared.

It had stopped. Why had it stopped? She wanted more.

"T... trix... t-tri-ckse.... More. Need more..." she moaned.

The desire, the primal urge had taken her. Had possessed her. And, as her stomach made another loud gurgling noise, she could feel it churn. Not an ache, but a need. Her eyes couldn't see far ahead. But the shadows she saw, and the food she saw, were all the ones that mattered.

"Now, don't think that we're stopping, Twilight. But I do want to still hear it.. No, I want to see you fully accept it," said Trixie. "This is my final test."

Twilight didn't argue. She couldn't have done so in her current state. But it wasn't needed. Whatever that was, it didn't matter. As the hunger deep within her had not gone away, but intensified, her mouth remained slightly parted, and her breath grew heavier.

"What do we say, piglet? Say the words, and I'll reward you." said Trixie, reaching back once more, as her smile, which had grown quite wide, only intensified, her cheeks almost quivering as her nose flared. She was attempting to hold back a laugh, an attempt which would eventually fail.

"I... want... "

"No. What are you?"

"I... I'm... a -grrlupph- -gllgrlg- -slrurrrrp- mmmph..."

"Speak."

"Mhmm.. T-Trixie's... G-gl...," moaned Twilight, drool escaping from the corner of her mouth, her lips and her tongue moving almost lethargically, the speed and fluidity and coherence leaving her. And it was during that moan, during that admission, that her eyelids began to flutter.

"Good. Say it."

"A -slorrrgghhh- pig..."

"You are a disgusting, gluttonous pig, Twilight Sparkle. Go on. Ask the question."

"Mph, May I..." she hesitated, unable to repeat it. "May I h-have..."

"Have...?"

"Please, let Twi... light have more..."

Her breaths had become so labored and her drool was so continuous, and her lips continued to part.

"And what does my glutton deserve, since she's asked so nicely."

"More f-food...."

"Really," said Trixie, grinning ear to ear and cracking a giggle. Her words had come out softly, gently, as if mocking and playing, the sort of tease that would drive anyone mad.

"Please, pleeeeaaasssse, please," said Twilight, finally saying her own.

"FIne."

Trixie wasn't kind enough to immediately hoof it over. Instead, she left the room, leaving Twilight to her groaning, gurgling belly, her swollen, flabby mass, and her overwhelming need.

The thought of getting more, of the potential rewards, made it infinitely worse, a teasing, cruel punishment, the torture of anticipating, of wondering, and Twilight could hear herself whimpering, the noise resembling that of a pig's.

By the time she'd returned, her eyes were filled with pure desperation, and her body was far too heavy, far too over-weight, for her to move, much less turn around. But she saw Trixie move in a gigantic wagon, one that was as wide as it was heavy to lift in. Slowly, but surely, Trixie used her magical efforts to wheel it in, all eight wheels carrying the biggest vat Twilight had ever seen.

And on it, on the side, was one word, one that made Twilight drool at the thought.

LARD.

"Applejack, Applejack!"

Applejack turned around to find Pinkie, flailing her arms wildly with a worried and frazzled expression on her face. Besides her was a worried Fluttershy, who seemed to carry an equal amount of worry.

"Calm down, calm down! What are ya in a rush about this time?" Applejack shouted, her words not exactly coming out the way she expected, as her current mission seemed to have left her flustered.

"Twilight's gone missing for like a week! Have you seen her?"

"Missing? You mean you haven't seen her either?"

"No, haven't seen her since that magical duel." Fluttershy raised her hoof gently, her eyes lowering.

"That doesn't sound right," said Applejack, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. "Can't say I've seen her, nor heard anything. What the heck has her-"

"Out of the way!"

Pinkie, Applejack and Fluttershy all turned around quickly, each of them turning heads to find what they would expect from that pompous tone, none other than Trixie.

But besides her... wasn't a pony at all.

The colossal monstrosity, shaped like a lard whale, was struggling to stay upright and follow, like an overbearing pig wobbling after her. In Trixie's possession was a rather enormously wide leash, and as it was pulled, Twilight would, albeit reluctantly and unwillingly, come waddling. That said leash was dug into her neck rolls and chins.

She was as wide as four ponies. No, five. Her body had become so impossibly fat, a sea of squishiness, so enormously plump, so immeasurably voluminous, that it had become more blubber and fat, more adipose, than muscle, than anything. Her belly, her chins, even her gigantic flank, which was towering from behind. Her cutiemark had even expanded with her backside, becoming larger than the biggest ponies.

This fat pony... was the same coat color as Twilight, but far sweatier. Her breathing, as labored as it was, could be easily heard by every pony, and each time she'd take a step, her whole body would shake and quiver and the moans would almost be uncontrollably loud.

"T-Twilight...?"

"My pet pig doesn't talk back! She only talks when she wants food, isn't that right?"

Trixie planted a hoof under one of Twilight's chins. In response, the former princess grunted out.

"Y'all... didn't." Applejack seemed utterly stunned, unable to believe what was going on in front of her. Pinkie's jaw was still wide open, her eyes wider than dinner plates.

"W-wannngnrph... Food. M-more..." she muttered, panting out loudly, as her lips smacked. Her eyes were dark and empty, her cheeks pink as a balloon, her mane matted against her forehead. Even the pitch of her voice had deepened to the point of near grunts and groans and whimpers, while Trixie couldn't help but smile.

"Oh no... Twilight?" Fluttershy stood a step or two backwards and covered her mouth. Pinkie and Applejack only did the same.

"Now, out of the way! We're on our way to the buffet. Aren't we, piggy~?"

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