Twilight Sparkle and the others had been unsuccessful. At last, everything was now under King Sombra's rule, even Equestria! The Royal Sisters, the element wielders, even the entire Royal Guard couldn't stop him now! Even Shining Armor and Princess Cadance surrendered to his control! With everypony under his magical influence, he felt like a god.
He was, of course, a pony in physical form, and the more godly he felt, the more he realized he was rather small for a god. The king had to get bigger somehow. But how? At that moment, his stomach let out a long, loud, deep growl. And right then and there, the dark overlord had the best idea he ever came up for himself. One that a common pony would find horrendous.
After a flash of his dark magic, the king of shadows made his way to the dining hall. When he got there, he was met with a sight that made him devilishly grin. The entire table was filled with all kinds of food, from oatburgers, hayfries and chicken, to pies, cake and ice cream. His servant slaves had worked rather quickly to whip up the great feast that was before him. Excellent! He would overshadow everything and everypony in no time.
As he seated himself at the head of the table, a familiar face entered the room. His lovely and very talented wife, Queen Twilight Sparkle, was magically notified of her husband's latest desires and was willing to make sure he achieved them. After her surrender to his control, and because he'd been impressed by her skills in dark magic, they got married, with the corrupted Celestia as their archbishop. Who said a kingdom couldn't be complete without a Queen by his side? "Would my handsome king like some help with his din-din?" she asked smoothly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, my queen." he rattled with glee.
The two monarchs took it in turns to stuff the king's face with food. They started with the fast food and royal poultry in order to keep with tradition. The pizza, burgers and fries were gobbled up with ease, sliding down the dark ruler's gullet towards his hungry belly. The king was more predatory to the other courses, like a manticore would pounce and gnaw its prey. He did leave some time for his wife to stuff him, her methods often acting like a mother feeding her youngest son.
The deserts came next, starting with long lines of cookies of differing kinds flying off the platters and into the hungry lord's maw. Sombra sending sugar and peanut butter down his throat, followed by his wife sending chocolate chip and raisin. Those were followed by various flavors of cupcakes floating over to his mouth. Slices of pie and cake were magically cut and sent into his stomach, breaking at points to graze the ice cream straight from the bowls. Soda was also occasionally guzzled down, his wife floating over the bowls and bottles.
All the while, changes occurred to his royal body. His slender belly protruded outwards, outsizing his royal robe. His cheeks began to puff out and his bare neck started turning into many smaller ones, it was a good thing he'd taken his armor off before sitting down at the table. His legs began to round out and he began to develop rolls on his back. But it was his plot that would become the second largest part of his soon-to-be-obese body as it took up more and more of his seat.
By the time the entire table was cleared of the feast, the dark lord's figure had changed quite a lot. The king's belly hung a few inches from the floor when he'd gotten back on all fours. He now sported three necks and puffy cheeks that didn't seem to ruin his helmet-shaped crown. Pudge had definitely piled on his shoulders and legs, his thighs were wider by comparison and he had certainly built up some back rolls. His royal plot had also thickened and, like almost everything else chubby, started to sag with dark crystal cutie marks now five times their original size. The once slender overlord had become a fat hunk of stallion in one night.
King Sombra waddled with his wife towards the royal bedchamber. His near tree trunk legs sagging over his shoes a little and his swaying belly brushing against his legs and thighs. They reached the room and crawled into bed, the king's obese body sounded off creaks and groans as he dragged himself to the upper center. Queen Twilight found her husband to be quite a pillow and cuddled herself close to the monarch's stomach. Both rulers snuggled up close to each other and were soon fast asleep.
The king awoke the next morning to find his wife had literally vanished from his side. Knowing that his control ensured eternal loyalty, he safely assumed that she'd gone to get breakfast going and on the table. He hoped it was a big one, a growling stomach fueled that hope. He slithered off the groaning full size bed and back onto all four on the floor. Swaying belly brushing against his legs and thighs again, he made his way to the dining hall.
What the obese monarch found as soon as he got there was about what he hoped. Though half as much as last nights dinner, it was still a big breakfast. Hay bacon, eggs, pancakes with maple syrup, sausages, hash browns and waffles were scattered across his half of the table. His wife awaited him next to his chair, eager to assist him in the morning binge. The overlord waddled his way to the table and sat down, his larger rear oozed over the sides of the crystal chair like beanbags.
The first thing Sombra treated himself to was a long string of sausages, the little logs of greasy meat magically flew through the air like a flying serpent into his hungry maw. His wife followed shortly after with a stack of flapjacks drenched in syrup, each pancake was shoved in whole. This was followed by a stream of hash browns and hay bacon, done as though he was a target at a water park. Twilight then treated him to the eggs, some of the scrambled ones had hay mixed in. Then the both of them sent waffles down his gullet, all of which were drenched in butter and syrup.
The bloated ruler later looked upon his slaves in a much more portly state. His belly was now dragging against the ground and sticking out a little between his legs. He gained another neck and a few back rolls. His thighs and legs were a little thicker too, squishing a bit more to his shin-long shoes. But his plot was the more attractive sight, slightly bigger than last night. It distracted a few mares for a short time until the corrupted guards whipped them back to work. Satisfied, the overweight sovereign waddled away from his slaves.
The day went by with minor hitches, such as a light lunch and a few petitioners in need of a little "convincing". Starving beyond belief, Sombra wobbled his way into the dining hall in need of food. His purple smoking green and red eyes sparkled wide upon viewing the sight before him. The table was once again covered in a massive feast, full of fast food, pizza, deserts of all kinds, bread, butter and greasy poultry. It was a sight to behold for the hungry emperor, and his wife was there to help him all the way.
Sombra's plot cheeks sagged a little more than that morning over the sides of the crystal chair as he sat down. Twilight ensured his comfort before taunting him to a slice of pizza. From there, it was like last night, a mixture of fast food, buttered bread and poultry, followed by all those deserts. Each monarch took it in turns to feed the hungry sovereign, though Twilight was obviously the more playful of the two. The both of them had quite a lot of fun, the queen watching her hubby growing in size and weight and the king chomping at every bite and gulping every drop.
By the time the table was cleared, the overlord appeared bigger and heavier. On all fours, his belly was sticking out his sides and dragging even more against the floor. His cheeks were slightly puffier and he had a few more necks for his head to rest upon. His shoulders were bigger and sagging over his tree trunk forelegs, he gained more back rolls and his thighs had the same state as his shoulders. But his plot was the big attention grabber, literally. It sagged some more over his thunder thighs and tree trunk hindlegs and had cutie marks that had increased three more times in size. His robe now had a hard time trying to cover his obese body.
As he and Twilight headed to the royal bedchambers to retire for the day, the king could feel his fat swaying and wobbling to every movement, making him feel like a gluttonous jello pony. A few servant slaves turned their heads to watch their overweight emperor waddle by. The queen let her husband clamber up onto the bigger and reinforced bed, which gave off several creaks and groans as the bloated and seductive ruler got upon it. Twilight then settled herself on her king's back, finding it to work as a secondary mattress. In a matter of minutes, the high royal couple felt comfy and fell asleep.
The next morning and the monarch found himself putting a lot more effort into getting up and out of bed. The king sized mattress groaned as the massive emperor slithered off of it and wobbled over to the dressing mirror. There, the two tyrants found the effects of the feast last night had finally kicked in. The dark ruler was a blob. All that food had finally added up. Overnight, his body had turned from boiler shaped into a giant grey boulder of fat, with a belly that is not only hugged the floor and ate into his almost tree trunk sized legs, but oozed out of the gaps between his legs in all directions, even smushing into the underside of his plot cheeks, which were now so big they gently raised over him like two storm clouds attached to his back, covered in cellulite dimples. Each cutie mark was now ten times their original size on flanks that were sagging over his near tree trunk thighs and hind legs. Even his silver boots had cracked and were on the verge of shattering from the pressure asserted onto them by his possibly near-ton weight. His cheeks sagged down and rested atop bulky shoulders, like medicine balls, and they couldn't even count how many chins he had now, they'd merged with his chest and general neck fat.
"My hubby king's sure to become a god real soon." Twilight mused to herself. King Sombra going to need more space to ensure that, lots more space. "How about we have breakfast outside for a change, honey?" The queen suggested. "Not a bad idea, my talented little crystal." Sombra hissed with delight. Never mind the change in location, he just wanted the food.
A loud growl that caused the overlord to wobble was all the queen needed to dash off to send the kitchens to work preparing a breakfast bigger than yesterday. Sombra slowly dragged his immense body along with the speed of a slug, crystal floor almost cracking under the strain as he had to pause every few seconds to breathe, and then wriggle himself through the door. His plot required the most squirming effort but, in half an hour, he made his way outside to a special dining area his wife had set up, noticing the feast of breakfast foods being laid out. There was triple the amount of yesterday's breakfast, causing his tongue to dangle out. The queen was awaiting him, with a reinforced seat for him to rest upon.
The monarch gave up all pretenses of modesty or restraint and allowed himself to descend to the prime level of gluttony he'd been waiting for, swallowing entire pancakes, waffles eggs, sausages, anything and everything that he saw in front of him was devoured. It was almost impossible to see his stomach expand from packing away food until after the first few piles had been consumed, Sombra wordlessly moved on from one course to the other, silently eating even as he felt his body expanding and squishing against the table, the only noises being his burps and hiccups and the sound of chewing and crunching. He didn't stop, even when he couldn't reach anything else. His wife took care of that, sending the rest of the feast cramming into his mouth.
The rest of the day was spent outside. Many ponies cooked the king's lunch and dinner. The queen made sure each feast filled the whole table, which they set back up every time it was knocked over. By the end of the day, the overlord was completely immobile, so large that he could be considered a landmark for all ponykind. A giant gray lump resting atop his own belly, having to use dark magic, at his turn, to snatch any more morsels in range when unable to move. There was no way he'd fit back into the castle, let alone move from his current position. Sombra purred from the sensation of how full he was before passing out, his dreams weird and wonderful due to his consumption. His wife levitated herself onto her hubby's back, purred at how soft it was, and fell asleep soon afterward.
A loud, long belch awoke the empire the next morning. The emperor moaned in pleasure, sounding deeper and more bass, and watched his slaves assemble before him. Blob no longer did him justice. The dark lord had transcended blobbiness and achieved a corpulent nirvana not heard outside of fairy tales. He wasn't a blob, as blobs still had a sense of form to them. Sombra was more a mass. A gigantic, jiggling mass. The only parts of her that still betrayed his nature as a pony and not an oversized gelatin dessert were his head, almost engulfed into his neck fat and with cheeks larger than carts, mouth almost disappearing between them and the billowing river of chins below it, and his tail, above a plot which was the size of a small building, and pockmarked with rolls, dimples and more, the cutie marks almost the size of the throne room due to stretching. His limbs still retained some level of function and were able to move in their 'sleeves' of fat. All the godly body that was King Sombra could do, was rumble, both vocally and from his now bottomless stomach.
GRROOORRRRLLLLL…
Sombra's stomach roared so fiercely that his whole body jiggled, sending an earthquake across the empire. When the shaking stopped, his queen ordered the slaves to work, feeding the god the day's meals to make him bigger and bigger. This went on for days on end, the dark overlord's body soon reaching out further than the empire, covering Equestria and then the world. It had taken a month, but at last, he'd done it! Sombra was not only the king of Equestria, but the god of the world. His queen was beside him all the way, having leaped onto his ever expanding neck as he began to cover everything. Their dark magic would leave them immortal and breathing for generations, with everypony cowering underneath them.
And nopony would dare to try and change things.