Starlight’s Royal Feast (Fats, Vore, WG)

The servant practically cowered as she slammed down a flabby arm, her entire obese body sent jiggling with the impact. Sitting high and mighty in her comfortable dining chair as it creaks with effort to hold up the one who’s abusing it so with her weight sits Starlight Glimmer, undisputed ruler of Equestria. Presently she would be enjoying a royal feast, if it weren’t for this servant’s insistence that there’s no food to give her. “What do you mean, no food? I thought the griffons had sent tribute in only a few days ago!” The servant makes himself as small as possible as his superior complains. “Y-you’ve already eaten it, your majesty. You’ve a-already eaten everything in the royal pantry.”

Starlight takes a moment to consider this, looking down at her wide pink gut as it presses into the table, restricting her movement to at best an extremely slow waddle, though she never walks herself anymore. Her muscles at this point had been replaced by more flab, though even so she still seems to be able to intimidate even the strongest of her subjects, something that pleases her ego to no end.

After a few moments of savoring her own massive body, she speaks. “Tell me. How long have you served me?”
“Four months, your majesty,” he says, shakily.
“And in those four months, have I ever been denied my rightful access to the food that I deserve? Have I ever been told no?”
“No, your majesty,” he says, quietly.
“Then tell me. What makes you think it’s suddenly acceptable to not give your ruler the food she so justly deserves? I’m one pony. I think you can find enough for me in the whole of Equestria. So don’t tell me no. GET IT FOR ME, or you will be the next thing on my dinner platter. Is that understood?” Her belly grumbles at the mention of the little servant being made food. He nods quickly, and darts out of the room. With only a few minutes of waiting impatiently, the royal mare sees platter after platter roll into the room on carts, and her menacing frown turns to a pleased smile.

She fondles one of her massive breasts idly as her food is brought in. Steaks, baked potatoes, fish, sandwiches. Some of it is food worthy of royalty, some is food a commoner would have as a staple part of their meal, and she doesn’t care. She just wants it inside her. Now.

And she obliges herself immediately by stuffing bites of macaroni into her maw, forcing it down with chunks of steak and bits of chicken. Nothing is left behind on a platter as she systematically destroys everything on the dinner table. Her wide gut presses harder against the table, forcing her to push her chair further back. She had lost the ability to reach past her own belly a while ago, so she hasn’t much concern for being very close to the source of the food.

Her entire body seems to ripple with excess pudge as she gluts, her belly in particular, at this point long left exposed after she had given up trying to clothe it, seeming to wobble and slosh even as it gets stuffed with more food than a family can eat in a week. She ravenously devours hundreds, thousands of bits worth of food in the span of a few minutes. Food worth the life savings of towns has probably disappeared into her stomach, never to be seen again except as more fat on her body.

And yet, even as her stomach seems to groan with effort to contain it all, it seems to expand outwards more infinitely, as though it’s able to keep up with her gluttony in a way that nothing outside her body seems to be able to. At least my body is on the same page… she thinks briefly, before cleaning a turkey leg of its meat. As food supplies around her begin to dwindle, she huffs angrily. The same servant from before knows what’s coming. “Where’s the next course?” she asks simply, her words dripping with selfishness and greed. “T-this is the last we could find, your majesty.” At this, she stops her gluttony for a moment. The servant is surprised and frightened by this turn of events. Normally, she would never stop eating to speak.

“Remember what I said earlier about denying me my rightful food? You know what the consequences are.” He doesn’t even have time to beg. Her powerful magic pulls him straight into her maw, clothes being torn to shreds as he’s pulled down her greedy maw into her gut, her massively thickened form almost hiding the poor stallion’s body as she gluts. She lets loose a massive belch that shakes the table, not seeming to care at all that she just ate an entire pony. The two guards at the end of the dining hall are quaking in their boots. “Guards! You heard me. Get me more! Unless you want to be next.”

They’re quick to follow their superior’s orders. If it’s more she wants… it’s more she’ll have.