Luna/Sombra stuffing/inflation RP

Princess Luna scowled as she surveyed the ballroom.

The most tedious part of the Grand Galloping Gala—the greeting of the guests—was finally over. With matters of state seen to, Luna could finally see to her own desires for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, it seemed Luna had become _persona non grata_ at this year’s Gala. As she tried to mingle, tried to join in conversations, ponies were polite enough—but every time grew silent, until the awkwardness prompted her to leave. And before that, as she’d been greeting the guests, it was obvious that the handsome stallions only had eyes for her sister.

Well, King Sombra, visiting from the Crystal Empire, had given Luna a warm smile—but he was an odd enough stallion, Luna wasn’t quite sure what to make of him.

_It’s this accursed weight_, Luna thought. _Even with this new dress, everypony can tell I’m bigger than before._

Snorting to herself, Luna made for the snack table. The bountiful spread even included some grilled cheese sandwiches—Luna’s favorite food—so she could at least enjoy that much tonight.

Just as she arrived at the table, she recognized a familiar face nearby. It was King Sombra again, who also appeared to be alone.

“Good evening, Sombra,” she said. “Are you enjoying the Gala so far?”


King Sombra had always been an egostical stallion, but he managed to keep it in check well enough to get by. His dress alone made it obvious, as he wore a flowing red cape on his back and a crown on his head along with golden horse-shoes over his hooves. Thankfully he had been convinced by Celestia that battle-armour was inappropriate for a social function.

He had always been friendly with the royal sisters, having come to view Equestria as a friendly rival. Their relationship cooled and warmed as the moon waxed and waned, and these days was far warmer than usual. So it is that he turned to Luna, and his eyes panned up and down her body.

She, apparently, had put on weight. It wasn't well hidden, even if she seemed to be trying.
"Good evening to you, Princess Luna. I am, although I pine for the days when it was appropriate for a harem to accompany me,"

He sighed wistfully, thinking back to the indulgences of the past.

"On that note, you certainly seem like you've grown to indulge yourself- quite literally," he soon added, noting Luna's relatively thickened girth.


“Ha!” Luna snorted again. “Methinks everypony here noticed this...” Luna patted her thick belly through her evening gown, making it jiggle slightly beneath her. “...but you’re the first to speak of it to my face. Your honesty is commendable.”

Luna’s gut hung several inches lower than normal, and bulged out a few inches to the sides. Her haunches and rump were also wider and rounder than anypony else’s in the entire ballroom, but they still hadn’t gained as much as that belly. Her dress tried mightily to obscure Luna’s weight, with its cut and color patterns, but there was only so much a pony could do with just fabric.

“In my defense,” Luna continued, “this is all Celestia’s fault. Do you have siblings, Sombra? I love my sister dearly, but sometimes I swear I want to kill her.” She grabbed a sandwich from the serving tray and took a bite.


"Unfortunately, I am an only child- some say it explains my personality, but frankly I have no idea what they mean," Sombra replied, and noticing what sandwich Luna was eating- a grilled cheese one, he tilted his head- but ignored it for now. Odd choice of food for a Princess.

"I'm glad my conclusion that you were simply overweight- and not with foal- was correct. I'm sure you understand the problem of being wrong," Sombra spoke again, and then reached out with his reddened magic to lift the tray of sandwiches from the table. Several ponies noticed, but none spoke up- Sombra was notorious for a "Take what you want," approach to everything.

"Walk with me, if you please. I would be delighted to see if your castle has changed since my last visit- and I can make sure the buffet travels with us. You can... tell me how exactly your weight is Celestia's fault on the way."


Luna felt her hackles raising. “‘Understand the problem of being wrong,’ Sombra? I’m not yet _that_ desperate for companionship, to endure such insults. I can accompany you if you can remember civility. Otherwise, you can eat all those sandwiches _yourself_.”

Sombra blinked, but then smiled in return. “My apologies, then. Sometimes I do speak without fully considering my words, and few of my own subjects ever dare to correct me. Perhaps what I need is a strong-willed mare to call me out on such mistakes?”

“Perhaps.” Luna took another bite of her sandwich, then began walking away with Sombra.

“Now,” Luna continued, “as to your other question, my recent weight gain results from a whole series of events. Firstly, there was a state dinner a month ago where Celestia kept refilling my plate every time I looked away from it. I ate enough for four alicorns before I realized what was going on. Granted, that was partially my fault, for not noticing.”

Luna gulped down more of her sandwich before continuing. “Next, a week later, my sister and I were challenging each other to feats of skill and bravery. As the final challenge, we sought to prove who could devour a massive cake the fastest. Celestia forfeited after just two bites... but she said nothing until _after_ I had finished my entire cake.”

Luna ate the rest of the sandwich, her cheeks bulging out with the buttery bread and melted cheese. Sombra passed her another sandwich, and she accepted.

“Finally,” she said, “two weeks ago, Celestia and I were discussing our respective roles in the government of Equestria. Since so much of my work is out of the public eye, I asked if I could possibly get a larger, more prominent role. The next day, Celestia snuck into my bedchambers and pumped several gallons of banana pudding down my throat while I slept. And when I confronted her, she just said, ’This way, you’ll be much larger and more prominent!’”


Sombra blinked, he had expected her to mention being cursed- perhaps a spell to make her grow weight, but for the life of him he didn't see how any of that was Celestia's fault. Luna simply seemed to have a capacity that outmatched any other mare, and Celestia had enabled it.

As he seemed to be, as she was starting to clear away that silver platter.

"Well, you are certainly large and prominent, I dare say you had plenty of eyes on you- although I highly suspect they were all hiding insults," Sombra stated, as they entered into one of the halls of the castle. Alone together, as they should be- and he seemed to visibly relax.

"It's a shameful time we live in when mares with weight are frowned upon. You are a Princess, your subjects should kneel before you regardless of the thickness of your haunches- which, I should note, you carry quite well."

It seemed unclear as to whether he was actually coming onto her or was just going on his usual 'honest' rambling. As he spoke, Luna was faced with a sandwich that floated before her- and then quickly the melted cheese and butter mass was stuck into her mouth.

"I'm impressed by your capacity, if what you say is true. Not even the first Empress could eat that much- and she filled an entire dining hall at her peak. Not with food... with /herself/," Sombra spoke, his words slightly wistful as he remembered the imperial histories. Such high flying tails of hedonism and indulence- his own father had a harem of a hundred.


“Oh, I don’t know about that ‘hedonism’ of yours,” Luna said, scarfing down another sandwiches without heed of the irony. “But it is shameful that so many ponies have such rigid ideas of beauty. I remember your Empress, Sombra, and how much her beauty inspired your artists and poets. I remember Princess Demeter, the huntress. You’re a strong stallion, Sombra—but Demeter was stronger, more muscular than any pony I’ve ever seen, and she had no shortage of lovers.”

As she chewed and swallowed, thick lumps of sandwich traveled down her neck, and her belly bulged larger. It  almost filled the inside of her dress.

Sombra scoffed as he passed more sandwiches to Luna. “But these days,” he said, “stallions are only interested in long, skinny legs and dewy eyes, are they not? How tragic.”

“Indeed.” Luna gulped down another mouthful of bread and cheese. “I’m a Princess of Equestria. Why can’t I still be beautiful if my belly is a little larger and my rump is a little thicker than usual?”

But by this point, neither of them were “a little larger” anymore. Luna’s gut pressed against her gown, stretching the fabric slightly, as it jiggled and shook with her every step.


Sombra listened to her every word, Luna was one of few mares that could command his attention for such a length- although some of it went out the other eye. "I am fairly strong, yes..." he noted, stroking his own ego upon her words, and stuck his chest out proudly.

"Demeter was strong enough she could probably lift both of us, and compare our weights within a half pound. I think of her as a true inspiration, although I've long since given up trying to match her for strength..."

Sombra realized his rambling- a rare thing- and stepped up to Luna's side as he stuffed the final sandwich into her lips. "Besides, who says you aren't beautiful? I'll fight them for your honour, Princess, it's been too long since I had a proper duel..."

He sighed wistfully, once again, and then poked Luna's side. "Are you yet full, Princess, or should I summon a servant?"

Luna's body spoke for her- as her stomach growled. Whether or not that was a gurgle of overfullness or hunger was lost on Sombra, as he simple assumed the first and soon made a sharp whistling noise. Once a maid appeared- a younger mare by the looks of it- Sombra spoke to them quickly.

"Princess Luna requires more food, servant. Go along and fetch us something- perhaps more of this peasant food the Princess has taken such a liking to," he commanded, and then turned to Luna again.

"Melted cheese and butter... I dare say you must be /trying/ to put on weight with that," he teased, "Not that I mind- the only reason I don't have a harem is I can't find any mares of my type...." he continued, a leading statement in his words.


Luna rolled her eyes. “Oh, silly me. For a moment I thought you were interested in this topic for _altruistic_ reasons. But if you have an ulterior motive, a taste for larger mares...” She leaned closer, until her snout was just inches away from Sombra’s, and she smirked. “...that will suffice for now.”

She backed away and took another bite of her last remaining sandwich before continuing. “And grilled cheese sandwiches are _not_ peasant food. I am Princess, and I eat them, ergo they are fit for a Princess!”

Sombra chuckled. “Flawless logic.” Then Luna waved her sandwich menacingly in his face; a dollop of melted cheese dripped out and landed on his snout.

“Good things can come from anypony—remember that,” Luna continued. “Celestia and I weren’t _born_ into royalty, but we proved our worthiness through our actions. So I suppose this sandwich could be a symbol of me, in a strange—Oh dear. I got some cheese on you.”

“Yes. Yes, you did.” Sombra’s eyes were crossed, staring directly at the cheese, as he tried his hardest to keep a straight face.

“Let me clean that off for you.” Luna leaned forward again, and placed her lips on Sombra’s snout. With a quick lick and a slurp, she ate the morsel of cheese right off him. Then she gave that spot a quick peck before pulling away again. “There. It’s all gone!”

The servant returned, bearing another tray stacked with grilled cheese sandwiches—even larger than the first. “Thank you very much, Starling,” Luna said. “Now, could you fetch us a couch?” She spared a glance for Sombra, then added, “The sturdiest you can find.”

As Starling rushed away again, Luna turned her back to Sombra, but glanced back at him mischievously. “Now, how about you help me out of this gown? It’s beginning to feel a little restrictive. And it really would be a shame to hide my beautiful body so nopony can see it.”


Sombra grinned at her lecherously, "Does that mean I've caught the eye of the Princess of the Night? You caught my eye as soon as you arrived, Luna- you are, after all, a larger mare- and blessed with the feminine grace to make it look good... as well as the noble station to deserve my attention." he spoke, and slowly trotted around Luna.

Now that his interest was out in the open, he took the time to properly admire her curves- and did no small amount of posing himself as he did. "Look good indeed... you have curves that would put the finest ladies of the imperial court to shame. Celestia's actions were no curse- they were a gift to your figure...'

"Not to mention how your beautiful mane flows over it all, you are truly starting to round out like a full moon..." he added, complimenting Luna as best he could before rounding to her rear.

"Have you noticed your you tend to gain weight in your middle? I find it quite appealing, perhaps your stomach is simply oversized- something I look for in a mare, in all honesty."

The prince levitated a sandwich into the air and then another- and squished the two together into an odd sort of 'double patty' mass of melted cheese and butter. This was soon stuffed into Luna's face, and while she ate Sombra turned to their food-providing maid.

"Tell me, servant, do you think Princess Luna is fat? Speak honestly," he demanded, his voice low and somewhat threatening.

The poor maid indeed looked rather fearful, as she knew the truth- but was also well aware of social implications of speaking that. Still, being faced with Sombra and Luna... she slowly made her choice before speaking.

"Princess Luna is overweight... but she isn't fat yet, I-I uh, I don't think. She... /Princess Luna/... is just... heavy..." Starling spoke. She knew Luna wasn't one to get too mad, but did her best to tiptoe the line.


“Not fat, just heavy?” Luna snorted. “Pity, that. You’ll have to do something about it, won’t you, Sombra? Thank you, Starling—you’re dismissed.”

The King nodded eagerly, but when he tried to feed Luna another sandwich, she batted it away with one hoof. “No more food until I get this dress _off_, Sombra. I’m not that far gone, that I’d tear a gown this expensive to shreds, just for the sake of a meal.”

Sombra gave an exaggerated pout, but set the sandwich down and grabbed the zipper on Luna’s back with his magic.

“If it isn’t too much trouble for a stallion as strong as you,” Luna said, “use your mouth, not your magic.” She leaned closer and spoke softly, right into Sombra’s ear. “I want to feel your hot breath on my fur. I want to feel your weight on my back. And I’m sure you’d love to grab and squeeze my belly for support, wouldn’t you?”

“You drive a hard bargain, Princess...”

Sombra reared back and planted his chest on Luna’s back, and gripped the zipper with his teeth. His forelegs wrapped around Luna’s barrel, his hooves squishing into her gut, as he began unzipping the gown.

He levitated another grilled cheese sandwich up to Luna’s mouth, and this time she accepted. She moaned with pleasure as she ate; with every mouthful she swallowed, her belly swelled larger, pushing back against Sombra’s hooves with its growth.

And that was the position they were in when Starling returned, hauling a large couch on a dolly. “Eep! Sorry...” the servant said, her face bright red. “I’ll come back when you’re not... busy...”

“Nay,” Luna said. “’Tis not what it looks like.” Then she gave Starling a mischievous smirk. “Though it it _were_, I wouldn’t object to letting you watch. And who knows, Sombra and I may yet reach that point.”

Sombra, with his mouth still occupied by the zipper, mumbled something affirmative and stuffed another sandwich in Luna’s face.


Sombra yanked at that zipper with his hooves around her, but it took a good deal more effort than one might imagine. Luna's puffed-up body was putting strain on the dress, and unzipping her without pushing on her bloated flesh painfully was difficult.

"Princess Luna, such lewd and teasing words- in the presense of a servant no less. I had thought you and your sister had become more demure with time- I'm happy to see that I'm wrong," he spoke, taking a pause- Luna's zipper was rather tight and his jaw muscles need a break- before he looked to Starling himself. "I'd let her do more than watch... she may not be a heavy mare, but I have heard your maids are excellent with their hooves."

With the maid having been teased by both then, he set back to work and groped her stomach with his hooves as he worked. At this point Luna had quite clearly consented to some heavy touching, and the training wheels quickly came off as Sombra squished and wobbled her sloshing and overfattened overhang of a belly with his hooves. Quite clearly he wanted more than support with it

The zipper, however, got stuck near the bottom.

"Stick it out," Sombra spoke, "I need leverage."

As soon as Luna did, taking a large breath to puff her middle as much as possible, he yanked down the zipper and Luna's dress more or less burst off of her- most of her. Her fattened flanks and swollen stomach were causing it to stick to those spots, but soon enough Sombra had slapped his hooves to Luna's cheeks to pull it down.

"It truly is a beautiful dress, although such beauty is wasted on a mare as divine as yourself- what dress could possibly match your natural femininity?"

All throughout this, Luna was left with no alternative but to eat. Sombra had been feeding her rapidly, to the point she barely had to chew and more often than not sandwiches were pushed into her with /more sandwiches/. Her throat became an almost permanent bulge before, alas, the second tray of sandwiches was all inside her.

Not a moment too soon, as she had clearly outgrown her gown and would have ripped it open had she not been undressed by Sombra, who quickly threw it to the maid.

The dress simply fell over Starling’s head, so she resembled some kind of brightly-colored ghost.

“Servant,” Sombra said brusquely, “your Princess wishes for more of those sandwiches!”

Starling rushed away, too stunned to uncover herself beforehand.

Sombra smiled—and then a pair of thick, dark-blue cushions smacked into the side of his face.

“Oops,” Luna said. “With how recent my weight gain is, it seems I have trouble remembering how big I really am.” She flexed once, jiggling her rump cheeks again Sombra’s head, before she stepped away.

Luna climbed onto the couch with all the grace befitting royalty, her whole body jiggling at the motion. As she lay on her back, her cheese-stuffed belly continued moving for some time longer, wobbling back and forth atop her. A deep rumble came from that gut; she brushed it with one forehoof and shot a salacious grin at Sombra. “I seem to be getting a bit of a stomach ache. Why don’t you give me a rub to help relieve it, while we wait for the next batch of sandwiches?”


Sombra was left, in an odd display, on the back hoof. It was rare for a mare to leave him so flummoxed- but Luna had managed it as he was left just gaping at her. Soon enough, however, he recovered his composure.

"Princess Luna, look at you," Sombra opened, his voice almost a masculine purr. "You've eaten enough that a lesser mare would have burst right open- and you are directing your servant for more. You're /greedy/, and I like it... but I suppose your greed might outpace your stomach. Allow me then, I've been told that I have a way with my hooves," he spoke, his voice deep and lusty, and he stepped out of his horseshoes on the way.

Sombra approached her, and Luna became perhaps the first mare in Sombra's life that he felt it proper to kneel to, as he worshipped that swollen orb of a belly and slapped his hooves against it. Soon enough he proved his point, and massaged with his strong hooves. His put his whole arms into it, a requirement thanks to the sheer mass of Luna's fattened and bloated middle.

Expertly he soothed her muscles and massaged bubbles of gas. This left Luna, for at least the first few middles, lost in a haze of bliss as she belched repeatedly and uncontrollably. Something Sombra had long since perfected as a way to pack more into mares- gas was empty space, after all... space to fill with food.

"I dare say if it weren't for Celestia, you and I would end up conquering the world just to feed you. Your greed for food, and my greed for power, would make quite the combination."


Luna grabbed Sombra’s cape with her magic, and flipped it over his head. “Bah! I’m the only one allowed to speak ill of my sister. Besides, food is much sweeter when it is given by your subjects with love, not taken from them through fear. Isn’t that right, Starling?”

“Um...” Starling had returned, carrying another, even larger, tray of sandwiches. And the dress was still draped over her head. “I think that question is above my pay grade, Your Highness?”

Sombra flipped his cape back into the proper position and grabbed the tray from the servant. “A most interesting perspective, Princess,” he said. “Perhaps we can debate the topic sometime later... when your mouth isn’t otherwise occupied.” He grabbed several sandwiches and stuffed them into Luna’s maw.

Luna gratefully chewed and swallowed, but held up one hoof to stop him from feeding her any more. “Starling,” she said. “Bring us more sandwiches. And have the chefs make as many pots of queso sauce as they can. And... bring a large barrel of wine. Whichever variety is your favorite.”

As the servant rushed away again, Luna resumed eating her grilled cheese sandwiches. Her cheeks bulged out once more with the mass of dairy and carbohydrates filling her mouth. Her belly expanded farther and farther, that dark blue barrel stretching to contain an ever-growing volume of food. It was large enough, her navel would have brushed against the floor if she were standing up. Instead, lying on her back, the sides of her gut bulged around her haunches and threatened to spill over the edges of the couch if that belly kept growing.

As Sombra stuffed Luna’s gut larger and larger, he continued massaging its growing curves. He rested more and more of his weight on that enormous blue cushion, his hooves and cannons squishing several inches into its softness. He could feel that overstuffed belly pressing back with every mouthful Luna swallowed. “This is what you want, isn’t it, Princess?”

“Hmm...” Luna said, through another mouthful of sandwich. “More...”

“But of course...” Sombra took five sandwiches, and used his magic to compress them to the size of a grape. Then as soon as Luna chewed that mass, they expanded back to their original size inside her mouth. Sombra rested his head against Luna’s belly, and he felt it jiggle as she swallowed. That huge gut was almost as tall as Sombra, and was already too wide to fit on the couch—and still it grew larger as more sandwiches were shoveled into Luna.

And still Luna said, “More...”

The wine was the first thing to arrive- it didn't need cooking, after all, and Starling was simply able to wheel it over to them with a cart. Sombra levitated it up from said cart, and while it hung in the air behind him he pushed off of Luna and admired his handiwork.

"You look like you've eaten yourself, twice over, Luna, I approve- but you want to be bigger, don't you?"

Rapidly, with movements fast enough to be evidence of significant magical power, he stepped back and stuck the tap of the wine barrel into Luna's mouth, and then spun it open. The heavy and cool liquid drained into her, each heavy swallow being enough for a regular mare for the night- but obviously Luna was no regular mare.

"Starling, be a dear- and double everything Luna just ordered. The wine too- I think it's about time Luna allowed herself to really.... test her limits," he spoke.

Starling,  being a servant by nature, was in no position to argue even as Luna swelled to nearly monstrous proportions. She was far more food and liquid than mare already, and when that barrel had drained into her was quite obviously immobilized by her vast bloat.

The fat princess was given no pause before the second barrel was jammed into her mouth, and swelled with ever more gallons of drink as he sloshing belly was groped by Sombra. With larger size came larger opportunities, and he swished around the ocean of food and drink inside her. It was like a massive living waterbed- that just kept swelling with time.

Once both barrels were inside her the food proper was being delivered, and Sombra eagerly stuffed her with sandwiches. At this point the chefs had perhaps seen what she was insinuating her desires to be- and each was little more than an oversized sloppy mass of cheese and butter on toast. Sombra more or less rammed them down her throat feverishly as he gleefully gave into his own lust and stuffed the mare with food, his strong arms working rapidly to force food into her.

However, her own capacity outpaced his strength, and after perhaps fifty more sandwiches his pace began to slow, and after sixty it stopped as Sombra flopped against her belly, gasping for breath and quite lost for energy.

"You'll have to feed yourself..." he gasped, "As much as I want you bigger... you've eaten more than I can feed you."

More food, however, teased her. Behind Sombra was all that sauce, barrels of it (the wine barrels refilled, quite a good idea on Starling’s end), as well as a third barrel of wine proper.


Luna just rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear. Is the mighty King Sombra tired already? Here, why don’t you rest for a while?” She picked him up in her telekinesis, and deposited him atop her own belly. He sprawled as Luna squished beneath him—still, that gut was so large, his hooves couldn’t reach the couch, let alone the floor. Another great grumble came from that belly, and Luna belched loudly again.

“Starling, dear,” Luna said. “You’ve been most helpful tonight. For your trouble, I’m giving you two weeks of paid vacation, effective immediately... and a whole barrel of wine.” Luna picked the poor servant up in her magic and placed her right under the largest barrel’s tap, lying on her back. “Have a drink.”

The tap opened, and wine poured straight down Starling’s throat. The servant’s eyes widened, gazing up at the barrel—easily three times larger than her—but made no effort to close the tap or otherwise escape. She just gulped down mouthful after mouthful of wine, her inflating belly already straining against her maid uniform.

Sombra gawked at the sight, then at Luna. She smirked back at him. “She’ll be fine. ’Tis better to be loved than to be feared, but that’s no reason to let the staff get too complacent.”

“Oh my...” Sombra shook his head. “Princess Luna, you’re showing a side of yourself I honestly never expected from you.” He gave the belly beneath him a mighty squeeze. “I _love_ it.”

Suddenly feeling a second wind, Sombra grabbed the nearest pot of queso sauce and levitated it above Luna’s face. Luna opened wide, and he began pouring that delicious melted cheese into her waiting maw.

Luna’s belly resumed inflating again, as gallons of cheese filled her larger and larger. Sombra rose higher into the air, lifted inch after inch by Luna’s growth. He massaged with all four legs now, his hooves and elbows and stifles squeezing deep into that squishy mass. His own muscular belly pressed against the exponentially larger one below; he could feel every jiggle as Luna swallowed, and every vibration as her stomach protested this ridiculous meal.

Once the pot was emptied into Luna, the Princess released a tremendous belch. When her stomach grumbled again, Luna just slapped it and said, “Quiet you. You’re not the boss of me. I’ll stop when I’m ready, and no sooner!”

“Princess,” Sombra said, “that is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard any mare say.”

Then he popped another wine barrel’s tap into her mouth. Luna gulped down more of the delicious beverage, and her huge belly sloshed and jiggled as it inflated even further. That gut was already stuffed with more than four times Sombra’s mass; it bulged so far over the edges of the couch that it reached the floor in front. And still Luna filled ever larger.

A loud _riiiip_ briefly drew both ponies’ attention away: Starling had inflated large enough to tear her maid uniform to pieces. The shreds of fabric clung to her balloon of a body as it swelled even further, and her legs were already halfway sunken into the bulging sides of her torso.

But before they could consider the servant’s plight for too long, Luna’s wine barrel went dry. Sombra tossed it away, and gave Luna enough time for another proud burp before he grabbed the next queso pot and resumed pouring it down her throat. As Luna inflated larger and larger beneath him, Sombra’s whole body sank into that stupefyingly huge belly, her soft curves a squishy embrace against his hard body.

“By the stars, Princess...” Sombra said, as he swapped an empty pot for a full wine barrel and continued filling Luna larger. “Are you trying to surpass the first Crystal Empress? I daresay you will, if you keep this up.”

Luna just giggled against the flood of wine down her throat, and mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “More.” Larger and larger she grew, her belly completely trapping her hind legs beneath its spreading girth. That mind-boggling mass sloshed with the force of wine pouring into her; it jiggled and shook as Sombra squeezed and massaged as much of that mass as he could reach.

Sombra continued alternating between the barrels and the pots, until at last only one pot of queso remained. Once again nearing exhaustion, Sombra allowed the pot to waver in his magic, so Luna added her own magic to help stabilize it, and even formed a telekinetic funnel to ensure every drop made its way down her throat. That delicious cheese filled her mouth until her cheeks bulged out nearly as large as her head, and every time she swallowed, lumps the size of melons traveled down her fat neck. The coach groaned ominously under her titanic weight—making itself heard to compensate for barely being visible anymore, since Luna’s gut had spread wide enough to almost completely hide it. Luna utterly dwarfed Sombra, a dark blue hill lifting him higher and higher, as she inflated even further.

Finally, the last dollop of queso disappeared into Luna’s mouth. Sombra collapsed onto Luna, his head sinking wonderfully into the pillow of her gut. “Ahhh...” he said.

Luna belched one last time. “Well, that was quite enjoyable, Sombra. Are you enjoying your wine, Starling?”

Starling just hiccuped and mumbled something incoherent. She had completely drained her wine barrel and was now just an oversized balloon, with her hooftips and flushed face barely poking out of her round sides.

“Wonderful,” Luna said. She reached up with one forehoof—as much as she could, with her massive belly weighing down her forelegs—and patted her own bloated side. “We must do this again sometime.”