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Blobmare Moon
🕑 Added 2023-10-30 05:00:38 +0000 UTCA thousand years of banishment had given Nightmare Moon ample time to plot her dark return to Equestria and the defeat of her sister Celestia. However, she was dumbfounded by what she’d find upon her return. It wasn’t finding the castle of the two sister’s derelict and abandoned, nor the sprawling population of ponies having spread across the realm. What truly surprised her, was how much of an immense blob Celestia had become at her new castle in Canterlot.
She found her sister in her throne room scarfing down the last of a bucket of chocolates, her face swollen and sinking into her own lard filled mass of a body. Her limbs were hardly discernible underneath her avalanche of jiggling rolls so thick they piled on one another like layers of cake. The cutiemark on her flanks became a distorted mess due to her enormous plot pouring over her sides like melted ice cream. Propped up by her monolithic belly, the lard laden princess of the sun encompassed a third of the throne room, blocking any view of the royal seat behind her and growing dangerously close to brushing against the surrounding walls.
Nightmare Moon laughed at her sister’s helpless state, who could barely speak a complete sentence without her belches and hiccups constantly interrupting her. Sometime during her thousand year absence, the once radiant princess of the sun had finally decided to fully indulge her hedonistic craving for overeating, something which only manifested in her nightly cravings when they both ruled in the past. Weakened by her overgorged and blobby state, she posed zero challenge for the dark alicorn, who used a great deal of her power to likewise banish her to the moon, solidifying her reign over all of Equestria.
Grinning at the moon above her from within her new throne room, Nightmare Moon felt invigorated with wicked satisfaction. She had accomplished what she had set out to do long ago, and would celebrate it with her sister’s own guilty pleasure. She waited for the guards to bring her the royal chef, trotting down the throne room and viewing the stained glass windows of her and Celestia’s history. It had been too long since she tasted an actual meal, while her sister got to enjoy countless. The sheer volume of gorging it must have taken to turn her into such a corpulent beast made the dark alicorn somewhat envious. Now that she held the seat of power, nothing would stop her from partaking in those exact same pleasures.
The throne room door creaked open, revealing a gray trembling stallion in a white chef’s coat and chef’s hat. He bowed forward while holding his hat to his chest; his spindly legs appearing as if they’d topple any second, like a rickety stack of dominos. “Y-y-you summoned me, p-p-princess?”
The alicorn bared her fangs in a devilish grin, pleased by the chef’s fearful respect. “So, you are the pony responsible for helping my sister become so…immense.”
“Only b-b-because she asked me to, p-p-princess. Sh-sh-she was highly fond of s-sweets, and often asked us to s-serve her more and more the bigger she got. P-please, spare me the dungeons, princess. I only did what was asked.”
Nightmare Moon bellowed with laughter. “You may calm yourself, little pony. You’re spared the dungeons for now. I actually have you to thank for my seizure of power. If Celestia wasn’t in such a useless well fed state, defeating her wouldn’t have been so easy. She had enjoyed one too many meals while I’ve been gone. And now, to celebrate my new rule, I shall dine as well.”
The chef stood himself upright, visibly less shaken, but still averting his gaze from her piercing blue eyes. “Uh, very well…princess. I shall make you a dish worthy of your…uh…victory.”
“No!” Her thunderous voice once more struck fear into the stallion. “I know my sister wasn’t yet done stuffing her face by the time I came here. In order to truly bask in my victory, serve me whatever else she intended to dine on today. Devouring the remainder of her meal would be oh so exquisite.”
“B-but, princess, she ate rather…heavily. It was normal for someone her size, while I’m afraid you’re more…”
“Thin? Don’t let my stature fool you. While I might not be as large as my sister, my appetite has lingered for over a thousand years. Anything Celestia could manage to gobble up, I can manage twice as much. Now, bring me her food at once!”
“Y-y-yes, p-princess.”
The chef pony nearly stumbled over himself as he rushed out the room, slamming the door behind him. Nightmare Moon smirked, looking back up to the moon with smug satisfaction. “She might have been enormous, but we’re both alicorns. Just how heavily could she have possibly gorged herself?”
After some waiting, the chef pony pushed open the throne room doors for his assistants behind him. Nightmare Moon raised an eyebrow, perplexed by her servants wheeling in four separate bathtubs. Upon moving closer, her head reeled back, noticing them all filled with different flavors of pudding: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and banana cream. Now presented to her, she tapped her chin, pondering how she would even begin to devour them. Knowing Celestia in her obese state, her sister likely would have sifted through each tub muzzle first like a hog at a trough. She however possessed far more dignity.
“Fetch me a straw…a rather long straw. Now.”
One of the servants quickly left the room, returning with an abnormally long straw capable of reaching the bottom of each tub without the princess having to hunch over. Once her needs were met, everyone left the room, leaving her alone with her dessert. A trickle of sweat formed on her brow as she looked down at a tub of vanilla pudding. The tub itself was more than large enough to completely submerge herself, and wide enough for two of her to fit inside. The thought of just one of its contents packed inside her trim frame caused her to gulp. With four tubs all for one alicorn, she could see how Celestia managed to become such a blob.
Not one to let her sister best her, Nightmare Moon summoned her might and dipped the straw into the tub without hesitation. It took multiple sips before she finally tasted the cool thick dessert. The flash of delight of once more enjoying something sweet after her thousand year imprisonment caused her to murmur with glee. She firmly resisted the urge to slump herself down, her limbs turning to jello at the ecstasy of vanilla gracing her tongue after so long. Enchanted by its texture and scrumptious taste, she sipped at her straw like a foal on the bottle, losing track of all time around her.
The princess snapped out of her trance once her straw bubbled with air, having practically drunk the entire tub of vanilla pudding clean. Licking her lips, she triumphantly giggled at the weight of her now swollen stomach sagging down to her knees. “My-my, what a delectable start. I see why my sister always enjoyed indulging herself. That chef is a concerned fool, one tub full of pudding wasn’t so difficult to devour. In fact, I believe we can face the next one with a little more confidence.”
Nightmare Moon’s horn suddenly glowed with magic, covering her straw in its dark aura. It widened in size, capable of fitting further in her mouth like eating a hero sandwich. Dipping it in the tub of chocolate pudding, she wasted no time resuming her voracious treatment. Her sharp teeth grinned at the rush of pudding that now flowed through the straw, pouring down her gullet like water through a drain pipe. With the increase in consumption, her figure rapidly reflected the results of her ensuing gluttony.
Her belly dropped further down toward the floor, while her waistline widened larger than a barrel full of apples. Soft layers of pudge formed around her once slender limbs, squishing against her growing gut. Her back legs began spreading farther apart as her thighs bulged with fat, helping to prop up her thickening plot becoming more shapely with each gulp. Snorting a huff of flustered breath through her nostrils, the alicorn grew immensely pleased at her changing body.
Finishing the second tub, she sighed with bliss, licking her teeth at the fattening effects it had on her. Looking herself over, she smiled at how her once slender figure now plumped up with appetizing curves. She squeezed at her lucious flanks, groping a hefty portion of fat and sinking her hoof down into her soft fur. Swaying her pendulum of a belly to and fro, she murmured with pleasure as it blorped and glorped with two tubs full of pudding; her outspread hooves helped her not to tip over to one side. Whether it was something in the pudding, or her lack of eating for a thousand years, this tantalizing sensation of glutting and growing was a most enjoyable experience.
Resuming her feast, she slurped at the third tub with more fervor than the second, eager to witness more mouthwatering pudge pile on her body. Enraptured by her relentless gulping and feeling her belly surge ever larger, she leaned herself onto the tub, clutching the rim with both hooves. Her gut sprawled onto the floor, squishing between her hind legs with her enveloped knees digging into it. Holding the straw, she drank every inch of the tub, bending it until there was little trace of pudding left.
For the last tub of banana cream pudding, she went full hog, following her sister’s example and dipping her muzzle into the cool dessert. With her mouth wide open, she guzzled its contents down; her eyes rolled at the untold pleasure of gulping down massive globs with each passing second. She winced as her throat bulged, squishing against her chest plate which grew increasingly tighter. The surge of pudding swelled her limbs, waist, and plot fatter than she had ever thought herself capable of. Practically inside the tub, she licked at each surface inch until only streaks of pudding remained. Pulling herself out, she let out a content moan, enormously pleased with having finished her sister’s meal.
“*Ooogh*, how sublime. That wasn’t, *orp*, so difficult, quite the enjoyment, *urp*, actually. My sister certainly knew a thing or two about high living, *mmmff*, and the pleasures that came with it.”
Standing herself upright, Nightmare Moon cooed at her abundance of blubber. Removing her chest plate, her belly glorped as her confined chest stretched to its full size. Her forelegs had grown into soft pillows of fat along with her now puffy face sporting a ring of blubber around her neck. Her folded wings laid across a bed of back rolls squishing up to her stocky shoulders. Her meaty plot stretched wider than her own waistline, weighing heavily on her bulky thighs and spindly hind hooves. Spilling to either side of her, her burbling belly dragged across the floor, squelching with the slightest touch of her limbs.
She gave her rump a hearty smack, biting her lips at all of its doughy lard wobbling and plopping against her thighs. “*Hnnnff*, oh yes, a stupendous start. In just a few months, I’ll be rivaling Celestia’s size in no time at all.”
Letting loose one last gaseous belch, Nightmare Moon turned to leave the throne room from the back exit; the weight of her glorping gut making the once common act of walking into a laborious task. Suddenly, the throne room doors opened up behind her accompanied by the squeaking of wheels. She turned to find the chef pony and his assistants wheeling in what looked to be a giant cinnamon roll, which stood a head taller than her and was twice as wide.
“The next course of your sister’s meal, princess,” said the chef pony.
The alicorn was taken aback, having expected the four massive tubs of pudding to be the climax of Celestia’s dinner. “Umm…yes…very good. This pastry shall pose no challenge…hmm.”
“Very good, princess. Enjoy.”
The servants once more left the room, leaving Nightmare Moon to contemplate how to tackle her next feast. She squished at her belly, feeling more than sated with enough pudding to feed a galla’s worth of ponies. Still, the handsome pastry weaved a spell on her gluttonous appetite, beckoning for her to fill herself with its soft cinnamon laced bread and vanilla glaze. Envisioning how much fatter she’d become and packing the entire thing in her gut, the fires of her greedy hunger were lit once more.
Using her magic, she unraveled the end of the cinnamon roll, holding the snake-like strand of glazed bread up to her mouth. Throwing caution to the wind, she stuffed the strand straight into her gullet. Her eyes fluttered from feeling her entire mouth and throat become jam packed with the pastry, its soft texture similar to swallowing a pillow. Pulling it down with her own hooves, it unraveled an inch at a time, steadily swelling her midsection with its impressive girth.
The introduction of actual solid food in her stomach caused it to churn with activity. As it ballooned larger, it began raising her hind hooves off the floor, forcing her to lean onto one side just to keep a hoof on the ground. Her plot helped to keep her grounded, all while her fattening thighs worked toward enveloping her back hooves. Her growing forelegs squished against her enlarged neck fat, which now started forming multiple rolls. The rolls on her back squeezed further against each other, jiggling against the top portion of her rear and even slowly swallowing up her own wings.
With the weight of her rear being so significant, Nightmare Moon leaned herself back, allowing herself to take a sitting position. She peacefully shut her eyes, relieved at giving her belly enough room to completely spill out in front of her, and her plot room to grow behind her. Placing both forelegs atop of her gut, she lovingly caressed its supple fur, sloppily grinning at how her gorge sloshed within her at the slightest touch. Gulping her dessert down and giving her fat a sensual massage, she let out a muffled moan at the thought of her lounging on a bed-like throne, glutting herself while her new servants kneaded each inch of her flabby physique.
Entranced by her gorging, the princess lost track of the time she spent swallowing the cinnamon roll. Finally able to close her mouth and gulp the last of the pastry down, she let rip a content belch from the pit of her stomach, groaning at how incredibly stuffed she felt. Her monolithic thighs rubbed against her mountainous belly, which pushed her plush chest against her neck rolls and arched her back. Placing a hoof to her mouth to cover a hiccup, her shift in posture leaned her too far back. Her humongous plot, now malleable to the touch like a pair of carriage sized marshmallows, did little to keep her falling onto her back. Her sloshing belly then rolled on top of her, flattening her against the red throne room carpet before wobbling back into position, leaving the alicorn sprawled on the floor, moaning with the utmost bliss.
“*Hic-hilp*, *oooh*, such a grand, *bworp*, gorging. All this, *hic*, decadent blubber, *huff*, suits me well. Truly, *hic-hilp*, a physique befitting a princess. *Mmmff*, I’ll bask, *hilp*, in all this fat, *orp*, once I crawl my way back, *hic-hilp*, to my room.”
*Creak* “Your next course has arrived, princess.”
“Oh, *hic*, no.”
Again, the sound of squeaking wheels followed from the throne room door, its vision completely blocked off by the alicorn’s own belly. On either side of her, the chef pony and his servants wheeled in four vats of neapolitan ice cream, butter, cookie dough, and buttercream, with each one as tall as her monstrous gut and half the radius. The chef pony stayed behind while the servants left the room, helping to stuff four hoses into a reluctant Nightmare Moon’s mouth and fastening her muzzle with a thick rubber band. “This was how the previous princess enjoyed this portion of her treatment.”
She snorted through her nostrils, unsure of her ability to finish the vats while feeling so full, but too prideful to refuse. The chef pony magically flipped switches on each vat, and with a whirring sound, the hoses were immediately filled. Nightmare Moon’s eyes bulged at the sudden rush of each of the vat’s contents pouring down her gullet, their different textures all combining into a gooey-muddy amalgamation of sugar and fat. Her belly audibly blorped and pulsated with each gulp, swelling at an alarming rate and feeling unbearably full.
Through her wincing eyes, Nightmare Moon witnessed the rapid growth of her waistline and flanks blocking all view of the room in front of her. Her fattening chest and neck rolls squished further against her rounded face as if swallowing it whole; likewise, her hooves gradually became enveloped by her own bulging limbs. Feeling crushed by the weight of her own growing gut, she swayed from left to right, swinging just enough to roll herself onto her side, and then onto her own stomach. Hooves completely lifted off the ground and resting atop of her gut like a mattress the size of a swimming pool, she languidly surrendered herself to her treatment, fighting through the discomfort and doing her best not to pass out.
After several minutes, the vat’s switches were finally shut off; the hoses and rubber band finally removed. Nightmare Moon let out a defeated moan, ice cream trickling down the corners of her opened mouth and her multiple chins. Hardly able to move her forelegs or head, she could feel a multitude of thick fat folds rubbing against one another. Her hiccups caused a symphony of sloshing from her massive blob of a belly, like a torrent of ocean waves crashing into each other. Everything from her cheeks to her colossal plot wobbled like gelatin, rubbing her back folds against her horn and squishing her cheeks up to her eyes.
“The next course will be here soon, princess.”
“*Ooogh*, *hic-hilp*, no more, *buuurap*, I’ll burst. Too much, *hnnng*, eating.”
“As you command, princess.”
“*Uuugh*, how does, *hic-hilp*, my sister…eat this much?”
“To be fair, princess, she is vastly larger than you, even now. Still, you being able to finish as much as you did was quite the impressive feat.”
“*Ooooorp*, *huff*, how many more courses, *hic-hilp*, did she have left?”
“Four more, princess.”
Nightmare Moon moaned, a pang of discomfort shot through her gut at the thought of eating more food. “*Urf*, my hog, *hic-hilp*, of a sister…would have probably treated this, *uff*, as an…appetizer. I was hoping, *hic-hilp*, that there’d be cake…at least.”
“That was the final course actually. Five towering eight layer cakes. She always saved the best for last.”
“*Oooogh*, enough. No more mention of food. Leave me be. Your princess needs some rest.”
The chef pony bowed before leaving the room. Alone with her sloshing gut, hiccups, and labored moans, Nightmare Moon blinked her heavy eyes, laid low by her sister’s relentless appetites. Still, she couldn’t help but sloppily smile, deriving a guilty pleasure from the strain put on her overglutted body, and the plethora of fatty-jiggling rolls all around her. Hiccuping, her body’s undulations rippled her lard like a stone dropped into a still pond. With what little strength she could manage, she swayed at her behemoth of a plot, murmuring at her monstrous hips swaying her body to and fro; their folds making a clapping sound as they clashed together. She might not have been as big of a blob as Celestia, but during her new rule of Equestria, the castle itself will be filled to the brim with her bountiful blubber and lard in due time.
Comments
CollinthePoodle
I mean, there could be x3. Places around Equestria for her to explore, subjects to exploit for her blobby gains x3. It could happen. TY, glad you liked it 💖
Thiscantbereal
Great story! Fun reading about Nightmare Moon; I thought using Celestia's immensity and her gluttony as something Nightmare Moon could compare herself to was a good choice. Sounds like there's room for a sequel!
CollinthePoodle
Bit of a short write. Wanted to try experimenting on seeing what people think about this length. Some of my most successful writes have been about this length (3k words), so, wanted to see if people enjoyed it more than the usual 5k - 7k I end up usually doing. Less build up, more fats.
