Big White Pone

>Be new unicorn hire at the Royal Palace in Canterlot
>Supposed to be the butler of one of the Royal Family
>Haven’t been told which one
>Luna’s a sperglord
>Celestia’s a tyrant
>Cadance and Shining Armor are at the Crystal Empire
>Twilight is still living in Ponyville like a pleb
>Are you missing anybody? It feels like you are
>You wonder who it will be
>Guard Pony leads you to a room with a blush on his face
“You new? This one’s a toughie, but the experience is worth it.”
>Opens door and gulp, sweating a bit
>See a slightly chubby silhouette of a unicorn pony with nice hair
“You’re the new butler? Good. Close the door behind you and lock it.”
>You comply, hearing a lofty click
“Good. Now, you will do what I say, when I say it. Never question the amount of things I eat, nor my stature unless I give you specific permission to do so. I am royalty, so my words carry weight in society, so don’t fuck with me. I will slander your thin ass to the Lunar Rift Age if you do. Are we clear?”
>You answer in the affirmative, eager to know the identity of your new master

>He turns around, revealing him to be Prince Blueblood
>It would only be your luck to be servant to one of the biggest assholes in Equestria
>He looks different from his public appearances of last year
>His face, while still snobby, is much pudgier now
>His stomach has a thick slab of fat on it, squishing his trunkish limbs
>His ass, however, was the best part
>Thick, juicy flanks of meat that jiggled for a few seconds after he had stopped moving
>The cutie mark had been stretched to massive proportions
>You could literally see it from any angle you looked at Blueblood
“For your first task: I’m hungry. Get me my normal feast. The cooks will know what I mean.”
>You exit, rushing to the kitchen, ignoring your bobbing cock
>Blueblood had a reputation for being both impatient and mean
>You reach the kitchen, only to see a massive feast that seemed fit for 10 laid out
>You tell the chef about what Blueblood wants, only for him to call it his “lunch”
>If this was lunch, how big is dinner?

>You carry the table with your magic, expending a ton of energy in the process
>You must have lost 5 pounds by doing that
>You open his door, only to find Blueblood levitating a stopwatch
“12 minutes. Not too shabby for a first time. You’ll get better.”
>Panting, you set the tables in front of him
>You see his eyes change into an animal’s as he starts to dig in
>Whole apple pies were decimated, Fried oatmeal cakes in covered in lard gone in an instant
>He was eating so fast that you could visibly see his belly getting bigger
>Your cock was twitching, in utter awe of the spectacle you were witnessing
>Prince Blueblood stifled a burp, stopping his binge
>Without the constant food that he shoveled into his face, he became self-aware of his position
>He started to break down and cry
“Why did I let myself go? I was once a charming prince…”
>You manage to stifle a laugh
“But now I’m just bucket of lard eating myself to an early grave! All because of that stupid bitch!”
>He must have been referring to his date for the Grand Galloping Gala, Rarity
>Those two had a rocky history after she pelted him with cake
>Come to think of it, that cake was on the table
>You cut a hefty slice of the cake and levitate it over to him
>You grab Blueblood’s side, squishing it a little bit
>”I can help you through it. Eating can be very therapeutic.” You say
>The Prince looked up at me in disbelief, sniffling a bit, and smiled
“You would? Oh thank you. It will be your new duty, Feeder Pony. I’ll adjust your pay accordingly.”
>Hey, karma!
>You levitate the piece of cake into Blueblood’s mouth, careful not to choke him
>He chews and swallows, immediately opening his mouth for more
>You oblige

>It has been a few hours since you started feeding Blueblood
>He has visibly grown over the time that you had stuffed his face
>His chubby face was now downright fat, with a triple chin
>His flank was as jiggly as ever, running into legs that you were sure couldn’t more with all of their fat
>The biggest change had to be the stomach
>The barrel that Blueblood had originally sported had now rounded out significantly, almost emulating a boulder
>His entire body had risen off of the ground to the point where his hooves couldn’t touch the floor
>Prince Blueblood became aware of this after being in a food coma-like stupor
“Feeder! I can’t touch the ground! Help!”
>His limbs were flailing pathetically
>You rush to him, attempting to turn him over with your magic
>Nope.jpg
>You had to use your own natural strength to flip him over
>You push on the Prince’s side, feeling how simultaneously soft and solid it was
>You also notice your cock is still at full mast, only really bothering you just now
>You get him a good bit off the ground, only to have your hoof slip and have him crashing down on you
>You two are now face to face, the Prince now blushing in humiliation
>You were literally covered by his entire mass, feeling it still jiggle from the fall
>Feel another, harder mass touching your cock
>He was getting off to this!

>He smiles superiorly as you wriggle under his being
>He starts rubbing his massive horsecock against your own, causing a sensation that you enjoyed
>You only got harder when you fit your hooves to rub his massive stomach
>You could feel him getting close, just as you were
>You joined in on the rubbing, the friction causing you both to sweat
>You go in for a kiss as you both climax, leaving both of your undersides drenched in cum
>Prince Blueblood manages to roll off of you
>He is tired, most likely from the weight he had gained in this few hours
“I want you here 24/7. You will be my permanent feeder, and my fuckbuddy. Do we have a deal?”
>You shout in the affirmative
“Good. Because I’m hungry.”