Part 1 >>2760774

There was a low creak, slowly building up as the door swung inwards. Light spilled from the opening, casting the room inside in a dull yellow glow. Around the edge, a Stallion emerged, his black mane blowing behind him like smoke. A grin curled upon his muzzle, the sharpness of his teeth matching the sharp plates of his armour, the metal gleaming and accenting the scarlet red cape billowing out behind. Unfortunately for him, the effect was rather ruined by the rest of his figure. From around his middle, the beginnings of a gut flopping out, forcing the segmented plates to twist and shift to his bulk.

King Sombra, fat or no, stepped through the threshold, pausing for a second more to look back down the corridor, checking the coast was clean. Nothing, except a slow, rumbling snore from inside. Slipping back inside, he closed the door with a light click, his hand working its way around a light switch. Dim lamps sputtered to life along the wall, the I’ll defined shape towards the back of the room coming into view. Infiltrating the Castle, Sombra had heard rumours flitting from the loose lips of guards and servants alike.

Though none told the exact tale each time, together the covert King could piece together the puzzle. Apparently, for a month or so, a pony had been held in one of the more private rooms of the palace. Once he’d entered, he’d never left, the only pony that had been seen entering had been Prince Blueblood, accompanied by trays and trollies full of food. Many ideas were tossed around the purpose, why the pony was being held there? Torture? Pleasure? They weren’t sure, only able hear low, muffled moans and belches through the walls.

Standing there, the King of the Umbrum gazed upon the result of this attention. He wasn’t sure what he was looking at at first, as an immense mound of blue sat there, filling much of the room. Thick swells and rolls coated it’s frame, the body struggling to accommodate such an ubsurd quantity of adipose. Quickly, he determined this was the aforementioned pony, so utterly obese he barely even resembled a creature. Placing a hand upon the belly, he pressed down, a smile playing upon his lips as a soft, doughy mass greeted him. Testing more of it, he smiled at how plush and wonderful such a mass of fat was to play with, wobbling under even the lightest touch.

He needed it… craved it. Such an object he’d never considered before, but the more he played with its mass, the more he desired it for himself. Lighting his horn, he wreathed himself and the enormous stallion in dark magics, with a sudden pop, disappearing from Canterlot.

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Time didn’t matter much to Starblind. Hours blender into days, which blended further into weeks. Admittedly, he wasn’t much aware as Blueblood fed him, and even less so after his apparent capture by King Sombra of all ponies. He couldn’t see much at all, his gaze forced upwards by the colossal quantity of fat collecting on his frame. The only way to gauge the passage was the sensation of growing even fatter.

Upon his abduction, the King had set to work with dumping all manner of fattening goodies into him, both of a savoury and sweet variety. Barraged by a constant deluge of calories, his body was forced to balloon further, his already mattress thick rolls swelling to new sizes. One thing that was abundantly clear was that the King cared far less about keeping his new trophy clean, as a large multicoloured patchwork of stains spotted the area around his face. Slices of pizza, extra fries and other detritus lay strewn about, rather like the remains left on a battlefield. These would not remain, however, as they were inevitably fed back into Starblind, or occasionally, Sombra himself.

As his rolls and folds battened and grew in size and number, so too had the King been indulging himself, enjoying devouring his share of the food. Inevitably, the once trim monarch had been steadily covered in layers upon layers of adipose, hanging from him in great grey folds. Larger and larger he grew, his enthusiasm for consumption matching his fervent desire to stuff Starblind, as he sat upon his enormous captees form, sinking in like a vast bean bag chair. Soon, his desires were apparent, wishing to turn the blue blob into his new throne… a purpose which would require him to be far, far larger than before.

Tons upon tons of calorific delights were funnelled into him, a never ending cycle of consumption and growth that added fresh pounds by the hour to his frame. Both parties grew, fat blossoming and clinging to their bodies as the boundaries of immobility and blob-good were pushed beyond absurdity. In the end, a great number of Ruby red blankets has been laid upon his thickest belly roll, the now immobile King sitting heavily upon his pony-turned mountain. So heavy was Sombra, he’d forced the roll outwards under his near ton in weight, sinking into the comforting embrace of fatty flesh on fatty flesh.

It was almost impossible to discern any body part on Starblind, such was the scale of his obesity. Not one limb could be seen, his hands sucked into giant bingo wings and forearm rolls. His neck a great collection of doughy rings, leading to immense jowls and chins that wobbled with every hearty swallow. Moobs the size of ponies lay heavy upon his belly rolls, as a vast pair of ass cheeks puffed up behind him like blimps, immense leg rolls having long swallowed his hooves. He was just a quivering mountain of fat, good for nothing except eating and growing. His master sat upon his trophy, demanding him to grow bigger and fatter. And so he did, pleasure having long replaced anything else, as he consumed more and more, determined to obey his immobile masters wishes; to become to largest, most comfortable throne in existence.