[REQ] One Million

 

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Princess Twilight Sparkle let out a sigh of contentment as her fork fell with a clatter onto yet another empty plate, the dishware soon encompassed in a glowing purple aura as it floated upwards before stacking itself neatly atop its fallen brethren, an even dozen in all sitting atop one another on the expansive table. Twilight leaned back with a pleased groan, her hands eagerly caressing her swollen and stuffed tummy as her deep violet eyes roamed the table proudly. Along with the dozen empty plates, there was also an immense salad bowl, completely empty, a handful of empty bread baskets, and several empty bottles of *very* nice wine. Another successful feast for one, she mused, licking what flavors still lingered off of her plump lips as she closed her eyes in bloated contentment.

 

But alas, all good things must come to an end, and eventually Twilight needed to heft her heavy frame out of her reinforced seat and onto her hooves so she could prepare for her meeting later tonight. Prince Artemis was coming by for a visit, and as always, she wanted to look her very best for him, seeing how much he appreciated an alluring appearance. Twilight and Artemis had been 'seeing' each other for several months now, all stemming from that fateful night that had supposed to be a simple joint dinner of the royalty that, due to Celestia's unforeseen absence, had turned into an epic stuffing session for Twilight followed by the most amazing sex of her life. Artemis, as she had come to find out, was one *hell* of a lover, his powerful frame and limitless depths of depravity a perfect formula for a fun time—often unexpectedly so.

 

It was no secret that Artemis preferred heavier mares with healthier appetites, however, and while Twilight proved only too willing to provide, the resulting months of unprecedented hedonistic indulgence eventually took their inevitable toll on her body. Grunting loudly with exertion, her horn flaring to assist, Twilight's hefty form slowly crept into an upright position before settling onto the floor, her stomach wobbling and groaning hard at the impact, her cheeks puffing out as her eyes widened before her lips parted to release a deep, echoing belch: "bbbbBBBBUUUUURRRROOOOORRRRPPPP!! Mmmmm...delicious," she said with a happy sigh, not at all apologetic of her decidedly crass and un-princess-like behavior. After all, Artemis liked it, and so did she, if she was being honest, and with nopony else in the room what did she have to care?

 

Now upright, it was plain to see that the skinny, lithe Twilight Sparkle of months past was long gone. In its place stood a body well-acclimated to the simple pleasures of life, including but not limited to gorging oneself stupid several times a week, all simply for fun and because she could. Her face was round and cherubic, her cheeks squishing outwards like a pair of deformed tennis balls while a host of chins trailed their way down from her gaping mouth, her breath coming in short, labored wheezes as she struggled to cope with her woefully obese body. Her neck was practically non-existant, her chins rolling straight into her flabby chest, a few rolls scrunched up between the heaving orbs of her bosom, each breast round and weighty as they sloped to either side of her belly.

 

And oh, what a belly it was! Bisected into dual folds neatly at the navel, Twilight's massive purple gut jutted out impressively before her, sticking out well over a foot more than her pendulous chest that already needed custom bras from Rarity. Rare was the time where her stomach didn't hang heavily, stuffed and bloated with far too much indulgence, gurgling morosely at its overwhelmingly heavy load. On the rare occassion that it wasn't stuffed to the brim, it was whining with hunger, not nearly filled enough to be replete and constantly sounding out with sorrowful moans of hunger, driving its owner to constantly be looking for some form of sustenance with which to cram her face full of. It was a vicious cycle she had found herself locked into; no longer did she eat to live, no...now she *lived* to *eat.* And she and Artemis both loved it.

 

The simple dress that she wore once fell all the way to her feet, but with the massive dome of a stomach interfering, the hem hung to just above her knees, leaving most of her chubby legs exposed, the very same legs that rubbed and caressed each other whenever she deigned to take a heaving, waddling step, her huge stomach and gargantuan ass forcing her gait to be wide and awkward, her legs brushing together all the way down to the knee they were so thoroughly swaddled in fat. And her rump was no better off: two ginormous globes of jiggling flab that bulged outrageously from her rear, the amount of padding she sported serving to provide her with a comfortable seat no matter where she decided to plop her chair-crushing rump down. There was no doubt about it...Twilight Sparkle was a *big girl* now, and she couldn't have been happier.

 

Her friends had objected at first to her rampant weight gain, but when it became clear that her new alicorn physiology could handle it just fine, along with attitude of nonchalance towards it, eventually they all gave up and just went with it, a couple of them even eager to subtly encourage her eating habits for the worse, Pinkie and Rainbow being particularly bad enablers as they couldn't help but watch with barely-concealed arousal as the piggy princess continued to grow and grow and *grow.*

 

But enough about all that. Artemis would be here soon, and Twilight wanted to make sure she looked the part. Idly, she wondered if she should bother ordering more from her kitchen staff, but knowing him decided against it. He took just as much joy from feeding her as she did from being fed. Turning ponderously about, Twilight began heaving her overblown frame forward step by labored step, her easily 350 pound body wobbling and jiggling enticingly as she staggered forward with heavy, plodding hooffalls. Her face started to flush and her breath began to grow haggard as she struggled to continue, knowing that she could easily just teleport herself to her room but wanting the experience, the *struggle* of getting there on her own. Besides, looking all sweaty and out-of-shape when Artemis arrived would only serve to turn him on that much more.

 

So it was that Twilight lumbered on through the halls of her crystal castle and up the glimmering central staircase towards her room, belching and groaning and sweating like the pig she was all the while. As she started to approach her quarters, however, a seriously enticing scent started to make itself known to her, tantalizing her nostrils with its sweet, heady aroma as she took deep breaths, entranced by the deliciousness it promised. "Now where could that be coming from?" she wondered idly, taking a sip from a bottle in her hand as she continued. If one were to look closely, the words 'Pepto-Bismol' could be made out on the side of the brightly-colored plastic, the purple princess having taken quite a liking to drinking the sweet antacid on a whim, her gurgling and groaning guts constantly overloaded with far too much grease and sugar, thus warranting the sweet relief it promised at just about all times of the day.

 

Smacking her lips in satisfaction, her brow furrowed in thought as her nostrils continued to sniff at the tantalizing air, the scent seeming to be emanating from her own room! Now how could that be? It was time to get to the bottom of things! With a bit of 'pep' in her step—and her constantly groaning gullet—Twilight waddled forwards at an even greater speed, her stuffed stomach glunking and groaning as it heaved to and fro with her wide hips, its contents slooshing about heavily as she walked. Turning the corner, her jaw dropped open as she gasped in shock, her eyes widening as they beheld the source of the tantalizing scent. There, in her quarters, resting heavily on her bedside table, wafts of steam rising off of it as cheese dripped down its sides, sat the meatiest, greasiest, heftiest, chunkiest, fattiest, most *amazingly-sinfully-succulent* mountainous slab of lasagna Princess Twilight Sparkle had ever witnessed.

 

Her jaw fell open as she stared, unblinking, at the monstrosity awaiting her in her bedchambers. The thing looked like an absolute death sentence for anyone not of the immortal variety such as herself, and even then she was doubtful of how well her physiology could handle it. The thing was absolutely *dripping* with grease and fat, an enormous pile of melted greasy cheese and fat-slathered meat. Just the mere sight of it alone was enough to make her heart palpitate, let alone the thought of actually *consuming* such a beast! Her eyes panned about her room, looking to spy a familiar figure that she was sure had to be behind such an incredible monument to gluttony and hedonism. "Arty?" she called out softly, taking a hesitant step forwards. "Are you in here?" Silence was her only reply, her eyes scanning her surroundings furtively, searching for her lover whom she was certain had to be here!

 

Lighting up her horn, she cast out with her mind, searching for his magical signature. Though there were technically ways to conceal oneself from such a search, a being of such immense power like Artemis would find it literally impossible to conceal himself from such a finely-attuned user of magic like Twilight. It would be like trying to hide a sun from someone with a magnifying glass; it just wasn't happening. Her frown deepend as her search expanded to encompass her entire castle, proving that yes, without a doubt, Artemis was in fact not here. Well then who in Equestria was responsible for this...thing?! Seeking answers, Twilight reached out telepathically to the only pony in the building that might have been able to tell her: her head chef, Succulent Surprise. *Succulent?* Twilight called with her mind, the stallion in question jolting in surprise as the voice of his princess suddenly filled his mind.

 

*Err, yes, Princess? What can I do for you?* the stallion replied mentally, having taken some time to get used to communicating in such a manner, having initially answered her out loud, much to the confusion of anypony else in the vicinity.

 

*You wouldn't happen to have an explanation for THIS, would you?* she thought, producing a picture of the unholy creation to go along with her question, unable to keep the hint of annoyance out of her voice at being unable to figure out the thing's origin.

 

**Author's Note 2: Here is the picture for those of you that didn't watch the video, or just want another idea of what exactly she's dealing with. Highly recommend looking. https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/429060913690050562/664001594823671809/food7.png

 

*Ohh, err...that was something we whipped up for you, Princess. We thought you would like it! We can of course take it away should you desire,* he continued hastily, undoubtedly picking up on her edge of irritation and eager to correct any perceived slight on his part.

 

Twilight frowned in confusion. *But...why?* was all she could ask, too dumbfounded to come up with anything more sophisticated.

 

*Well, err...we had a bunch of stock that was coming up on expiring soon and we needed to use it up posthaste, and I couldn't help but recall a certain conversation you and I had a week or so ago...*

 

Twilight's eyes widened as her thoughts cast back to that fateful encounter, the world shimmering as the author inserted a conveniently-timed flashback into the story...

 

"A million calories, Succulent," Twilight announced, patting her stuffed belly proudly as the remnants of yet another epic meal lay strewn about the table before her, her trusty head chef standing off to her side as he surveyed the wasteland with a prideful expression. "I bet I could do it, too, and I bet even *more* that Artemis would go crazy," Twilight continued with a chuckle, the rather devious princess becoming quite fond of coming up with new ways to torment her lover to new heights of arousal. "What do you think?"

 

Succulent Surprise hummed thoughtfully, pretending to give the strange question some genuine thought when really all he could think was 'what the hay?!' "Er, well, it's certainly never been done before, Princess..." he started nervously, rubbing his chin with a forehoof. "But if anypony could do it, I bet it would be you for sure," he added hastily, eager to stay in her good graces even though she was a very forgiving princess.

 

"Hmmmmm," she hummed deviously, a smirk crossing her muzzle as she daydreamed about the scenario. "It would be me, wouldn't it?" she boasted pridefully. "There isn't a meal in Equestria that this belly can't handle." A chuckle, and then she continued. "I think now I shall take my leave. Thank you as always for the excellent meal, Succulent. You really outdid yourself this time."

 

The stallion merely bowed his head, a small smile adorning his face as he accepted her compliments. "Of course, Your Highness. The pleasure is all mine, as always..." And with that, his face started to blur as the world shimmered once again, the flashback coming to an abrupt end now that it had sufficiently advanced the plot...

 

Twilight frowned as the flashback ended, momentarily berating the author for his terrible, sorry excuse for legitimate storytelling before carefully putting the fourth wall back in its place where she'd found it, just like how Pinkie had shown her to do. Her frown melted into a more thoughtful expression as she regarded the massive lasagna curiously. *A million calories, huh? And you're sure of it?*

 

*A few more than, actually,* Succulent replied. *We kept careful count as we worked, although we did end up using quite a bit more ingredients than we were originally anticipating. One million is a big, big number, Your Highness.*

 

*Indeed it is,* she murmured softly, temporarily lost in thought before shaking herself free of it and sending her chef one last psychic message. *Very well, Succulent. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. That will be all.*

 

*Your Highness,* he replied respectfully before she terminated the connection. A small smirk of confidence wormed its way onto her face as she stepped closer to the pile of heart-clogging cheese, grease, and meat. One million, eh? Somehow, she was surprised that the pile of food sitting before her wasn't, well...*more.* Granted, it was still a solid thirty to forty pounds of food, an epic meal fit only for a princess of her stature, but that was hardly more than the most she'd ever eaten. No, it wasn't the amount that made up the one million...it had to be what was in it.

 

Twilight's eyes widened as she bent down as far as her swollen stomach would allow to examine the specimen closely, seeing clearly how pure fat dripped and oozed out of practically every last corner of it, the thing obviously having been made with an absurdly unhealthy amount of *pure fat.* Her stomach groaned needily as her heart started to beat faster, a sweat starting to break out on her brow as she battled with herself internally. While she had just eaten quite the meal, yes, she definitely wasn't full yet. She was sure she could handle this much more, at least as far as sheer amount went. But as for what was in it...? Could she even? Or would it prove to be too much for even her? Her eyes cast down to the bottle clenched in her hand, panning back and forth between it and the lasagna, if you could even call it that, her mind racing a mile a minute as she struggled with what to do.

 

Her gaze hardened as she settled on her decision. 'Fuck it,' she thought, bringing the bottle of Pepto-Bismol up to her lips and starting to chug greedily, her stomach's pangs of discomfort lessening as the smooth liquid settled her innards in preparation for the greasiest, cheesiest, most lard-filled feast of her entire life. Artemis would be here any moment, and Princess Twilight was going to make damn sure he'd arrive just in time to be treated to the show of his life. Stomach roaring with hunger as she cast the bottle away, a gluttonous fury dominating her eyes as she leered down at the massive pile of lardy foodstuffs, she took a deep breath...and then took the plunge.

 

Not even bothering with silverware, Twilight simply plowed her face directly into the mountain of lasagna, a pleasured groan escaping her throat as her lips and tongue tasted the delectable treat before her. Goddesses, but it was just so *good!* Twilight was in absolute heaven, her tastebuds lighting off like fireworks as the richest, tastiest, most fulfillingly decadent meal passed through her lips, practically sliding down her throat with no effort thanks to how greased up it all was. And oh, was it ever so greasy! Twilight had never even *imagined* food could be this greased-up, and yet here she was pounding it down her throat like her life depended on it. She moaned and groaned and snorted and gulped and munched and gorged and sloshed and chewed, filling her mouth with more, more, MORE...

 

Twilight's stomach gurgled and groaned in agony as it lurched outwards, its already packed depths filling with an unholy amount of greased-up meat, cheese, and pasta. Twilight had hardly made a dent in the monstrous pile of food and already she was starting to feel short of breath, her stomach starting to encroach on the space her lungs used to breathe and her heart starting to beat fitfully, her insides feeling like a giant slip-n-slide of grease as she continued to gorge with reckless abandon. Eat, eat, eat, chew, chew, chew, swallow, swallow, swallow...Twilight's stomach pushed further and further out as she added more and more to its gurgling, groaning, churning depths, her chin, cheeks, chest, cleavage, and upper stomach slick with grease and cheese that slopped down her front, slicking up her fur and irreparably staining her dress, utterly ruining it forever. Twilight didn't care however. Twilight needed to eat.

 

And eat she did. Oh, did she ever. In all her months of gluttonous gorges and hedonistic binges, nothing had ever come even close to the level of nausea-inducing disgusting deliciousness she was currently subjecting herself to, her innards groaning and squelching ceaselessly as they continued to stretch, her bloodstream starting to thicken with grease as her body struggled to find places to put it all. By now, Twilight had doubtless consumed more than 200 thousand calories, and she was nowhere near finished. On and on she ate and ate, her horn lighting up as her magic assisted in cramming the barely-edible foodstuffs into her gaping maw as fast as she could, relentlessly pounding away at the mass of food in her mouth, hardly even chewing as more and more continued to slip down her gullet with throat-stretching swallows of greed and lust.

 

One of her grease-soaked hands moved down to her soaking wet crotch before starting to stroke herself through her thoroughly soiled panties, the sheer hedonistic *greed* of what she was doing driving her body mad with desire and lust, her marehood absolutely drooling with need as she began to finger herself with increased urgency. Food and sex had become so very linked for Twilight over the past few months, even the simple act of glutting herself enough to send her arousal climbing higher and higher until she was a burping, groaning, lustfully quivering pile of princess, needing something hard deep inside her just as badly as she needed more, more, and ever more to fill her growing tummy, stuff her relentlessly until she couldn't even move, her body pinned beneath her monstrously bloated sphere of a stomach as she swelled higher and higher, bigger and bigger and fuller and fuller...

 

Twilight gurgled sickly at the same time she let out a deep, lustful moan, her horn flaring as her clothes disappeared in a flash of light as she ate her way past 500 thousand calories, the megalithic meal more than halfway consumed, even as her body was starting to shut down. Slowly, the unbelievably engorged princess sank to her knees, her monstrously bloated stomach sitting heavily in front of her, completely covering her lap as it groaned and squelched and stretched ever farther, a sharp tint of red starting to be made visible on the far side of her stomach as it began to stretch to insane capacity. But Twilight wasn't done. She *couldn't* be done. She wanted it all, she *needed* it all, even if it killed her! Which, at this point, given how painfully her heart beat in her chest and how agonizingly her stomach throbbed wasn't entirely beyond the realm of possibility.

 

Twilight didn't care. She simply ate faster. Passing the 800 thousand calorie mark, Twilight paused to come up for air with a sickly groan, her stomach jutting a solid four feet in front of her and solid as a rock as it gurlged and churned angrily, beyond distressed at how it had been treated, the bottom of her guts an absolute swimming pool of grease that blocked anything from entering her bloated intestines, her entire system completely backed up with the completely unreasonable 'meal' she had forced so much of inside her. Twilight gurgled sickly, her cheeks a putrid green color as her eyes lolled lifelessly in their sockets, her brain shorting out as it began to lose itself to the overwhelming sensations of her body starting to fail. Her horn glowed fiercely, her innate magic hard at work counteracting the destructive ways of her calorie-logged meal, but even it was struggling to keep up.

 

A stream of greasy bile leaked from the corners of her mouth as she leaned back on her ass, her knees clenching against her immense sack of a stomach as her hips humped its mass weakly, her marehood gushing for the half-dozenth time as she reveled in how unbelievably bloated she was, her mind in euphoric nirvana even as her body began to shut down. Gurgling sickly once more, her eyes settled on the remaining pile of death-bringing 'food', wanting nothing more than to cram the rest of it into her bursting belly, undoubtedly sealing her fate as the grease and fat overwhelmed her. "Muh...moooorrreee..." Twilight groaned in a low, gurgling tone, her cheeks puffing out before releasing a tidal wave of grease all over the front of her body, the air vibrating with the force of her eructation even as she gushed like a waterfall: "UUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPP!!!"

 

Horn flaring ever brighter, the remnants of her meal lifted off of the massive grease-soaked tray, the piggy princess utterly unable to lean forward even the slightest bit into her incredibly stuffed stomach. The air before her muzzle shimmered before a very obvious funnel made of purple magic formed before her face, her lips greedily latching onto the narrow end as the rest of the lasagna was shoved unceremoniously into it, Twilight's magic hammering and mashing away at the pile of greasy foodstuffs as she forced as much of it as she could into her throat as fast as she could possibly manage. Slowly but surely the remnants of her feast slid down her grease-slicked esophagus, her stomach gurgling and keening in agony as it was forced to stretch ever further, its contents rumbling and groaning fiercely as Twilight grew closer and closer to just rupturing outright.

 

Feeling a sharp twinge of pain deep within her overloaded guts, Twilight's brow furrowed as her horn glew brighter still, another bottle of Pepto-Bismol popping into existence and promptly dumping its contents into the funnel along with the remaining grease-soaked lasagna. This was followed by another and another and yet another until a full half-dozen bottles were emptied into her ceaselessly quivering, squelching guts in a desperate bid to give her something, *anything* to relieve some of the sheer overwhelming pain. Tears sprung unbidden to the corners of her eyes as she stretched to what she felt was surely her utter maximum, the end in sight as the last few mouthfuls slid ever closer to her frantically gulping maw. By now her jaw was too sore to even chew, the lasagna having fallen apart so thoroughly that it hardly even needed it, slipping down her throat again and again in huge, throat-stretching chunks.

 

Twilight squeezed her eyes shut as the loudest rumble yet tore through her innards, followed by what she swore was the sound of something snapping deep inside her. This was it...her stomach lining was finally starting to fail. Her alicorn magic was managing to sustain her just barely, but any more abuse and it would undoubtedly spell the end for her. Tears streaming down her grease-soaked cheeks, the entire front half of her body an unprecedentedly hoggish mess, Twilight swallowed again, and again, and again...surely she was almost there, almost done...a million calories...she was soooo close...she had to have it...she *needed* it...gulp, gulp, gulp, *GULP*...

 

Twilight screamed through her mouthful of food as her stomach convulsed mightily, pushing out a fraction of a millimeter to its utter maximum, its surface trembling and quaking as it fought a losing battle to hold together, Twilight's heart starting to beat irregularly as it was seized in a greased-up grip, her entire body shuddering and quaking and heaving as she started to fail catastrophically, her final mouthful proving to be the end of her as she prepared to swallow one last time, wondering what Artemis would think when he reached her chambers only to find a crater of greasey meat and cheese, left to wonder what exactly she had done to herself to end in such an explosively disgusting manner...

 

And then her lips met air. Gasping shallowly, Twilight moaned, long and low and in absolutely agonizingly strong pain as her body still threatened to split apart at any moment, if it didn't succumb to utter heart failure first. Twilight lolled her head back as far as it would go, counterbalanced by her utterly enormous gut that stretched out more than five feet in front of her, rising above her head as it completely blocked her forward vision, the princess gasping as she beheld the angry-looking stretchmarks and veins that criss-crossed her thoroughly swollen form, the surface trembling and shuddering with a life of its own as she gagged and hurked on the wave of grease seeking its way out of her body, her mind awash in a gluttonous haze as she struggled just to stay alive, her senses completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sheer pain of her form struggling to hold it together, another garbled scream working its way up her throat as she could hold it no more, completely and fantastically exploding...

 

...In orgasm. Twilight shrieked and moaned and gargled as her marehood gushed harder than ever before, her stomach wobbling and shaking as she pumped her hips feebly beneath it, her mouth spewing all over herself as pure liquid fat expelled from her gaping maw, soaking her fur as she retched and heaved and came and screamed and shuddered...

 

"T-Twilight?" came an absolutely aghast voice from the doorway to her room, a loud *THUNK!* audible as the owner of said voice dropped something heavy onto the floor in sheer shock at what he was beholding. Soon after, a pair of rapid footsteps made their way over to her limp form, the naked and soiled princess completely pinned in place by her incredible anchor of a gut, strong blue hands cupping her cheeks as her body glowed dark blue, a new presence pouring his magical energy into her, willing her to survive her nearly fatal encounter. Slowly her breathing returned somewhat to normal and her stomach settled somewhat as more and more energy flowed into her exhausted body, her heart starting to beat with some manner of regularity as she started to recover slightly.

 

"By the moon..." a deep voice uttered in complete awe, the Prince having nearly cum his pants just based on the sight alone that had been awaiting him in Twilight's personal chambers. Oh sure, he'd seen her bloated something fierce before, often by his own hand...but never before in his wildest dreams did he envision something like *this!* "What in Tartarus have you done to yourself...?" he whispered, almost fearful to know the answer given how close she had just been to expiring.

 

Twilight's eyes fluttered open and she grinned weakly up at him. "Wuh...waaah...one...muh...million..." she muttered slowly, her speech slurred with how practically drunk she was off of sheer overconsumption.

 

Artemis frowned in confusion. "One million...one million what?" he asked, his bloated princess not making any sense to him.

 

"One...million...calories..." she whispered, staring sultrily but tiredly up at him, one hand patting her monumentally bloated mass softly, as if fearful that touching it too firmly could cause it to rupture, which at this point it very well might. "Allll in heeere..." she gurgled, a soft giggle following as she hiccuped once before her eyes widened, her cheeks puffing out as Artemis could only watch in alarm before...

 

"BBBBWWWWWUUUUUOOOOOORRRRRUUUUUURRROOOOORRRUUUUURRRRROOORRRRUUUUUOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!!!" Artemis' face, mane, and chest were completely soaked with greased-up droplets of saliva as she let loose with the loudest, raunchiest belch of his life right in his face.

 

After that, no more words were said, the beyond-aroused prince heaving his unbelievably bloated princess into her bed, rutting her senseless as their shrieks and screams of carnal glee filled the night...