The Spectrum Ch 2

The Spectrum

-r-O-y-g-b-i-v-

Chapter 2

Contents: Massive Weight Gain, Stuffing, Immobility, Softcore Vore

 

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The morning sun filtered in through Twilight's curtains, bathing her bed with warm light. Twilight rested peacefully for a few seconds before stretching herself awake. She couldn't lay in bed all day; she had her new project to tend to. The strange flowers would be dead or dying by now, but there would always be more notes to take.

 

 

Twilight floated the covers off to the side, folding them for later, and passed by Spike's bed. "I'll be back in a minute, sweepy-head," she said, rubbing the snoozing dragon's spines. She picked up her research scrolls and walked downstairs and outside. The morning air did wonders for her mind, sharpening her focus and her senses. However, her enhanced senses told her that something was different. Twilight whipped her head back to stare at her gut, which hung at least several inches lower than usual. "Wha- but, I- no," she hoofwaved, "I can deal with it later. The flowers have top priority."

 

 

The flowers hadn't aged well. When Twilight had seen them last, they were bursting with life and vibrancy. Now they drooped subtly and the petals had lost much of their color. Strangely, the bulbs seemed to be inflated from last observation. Whether it was with seeds or something else, Twilight couldn't be sure. "I was right," she cheered. She took down precise but excited notes on the scrolls. Only about a day of life, colors fade, and other interesting information. "Hmmmm," she deliberated, "let's see how long you little things last."

 

 

She floated over her gardening supplies and tenderly cared for the flowers. Roses, Twilight thought, they look just a little like roses. Taking a final observation, she wheeled around to the library. Suddenly her stomach growled - almost roared - and she felt the warmth of her deep blush. "Oops. Forgot breakfast. Hahaa, silly me." She hurried to the door inside and shut it tightly. The slam was almost drowned out by another deep yawning from her insides. "But it feels like I forgot lunch too..."

 

 

Twilight's magic snaked in and out of cabinets and drawers, pulling out a loaf of bread here or a blueberry tart there. Soon, a small pile of food had gathered in front of Twilight's spot. "Oh my," she said, realizing what she was doing. "I suppose that... a little extra wouldn't hurt. And nothing will go to waste since I can always share with my friends."

 

 

A recipe book zipped over from the library and opened to show a wide variety of succulent sweets. "Ooo, apple pancakes. I think I have something here..." A large basket of apples flew out of a cupboard, still as ripe and red as the day Applejack gave them away. Twilight never noticed an apple going missing while rooting around for pancake mix. She almost didn't notice when she ate another; the sights and smells of the kitchen were becoming overwhelming to her starving senses. But the taste of the apples was intoxicating, growing with every gurgle and rumble from within. She tried to distract her mind by focusing on the recipe, stopping herself every other minute from picking up another of the succulent fruit. Finally, FINALLY, the batter was almost done and her hunger wasn't bothering her as much.

 

 

-but the basket was half empty. Twilight jumped, hair on end, and took a look around. Apple cores and dropped chunks littered the ground around her hooves, almost covering the rug she was working on. A thump from upstairs indicated that Spike would be down soon. In a moment of panic, Twilight shoved the whole mess behind a trash bin and tried her hardest to look innocent. Sure enough, Spike lumbered down the staircase a few seconds later.

 

 

Twilight grinned wide. "Oh, Spike! Just the dragon I wanted to see. You, ahm, wouldn't mind making a grocery run, would you?"

 

 

Spike yawned wide before plopping himself next to Twilight's seat. His head still nodded drowsily. "Yeah. Sure, Twi," he said, "but what should I get?

 

 

"Everything." Twilight slapped a foreleg over her mouth and bit her tongue. Had she seriously just said that?

 

 

"Oh yeah... Good thinking. We do need to restock after last night." Spike rubbed his eyes and stood up, narrowly missing Twilight's new body.

 

 

As he walked down the front steps, Twilight almost felt like stopping him, telling him that she didn't need it all. But she couldn't. The hunger was strong and it knew what it wanted, what it needed: more. A rolling growl came from inside her. She eyed to stovetop. The pancakes weren't done, not yet, but for now she had apples. Those sweet, crisp, delicious apples kept floating up from the basket to her mouth. She wasn't even chewing anymore, preferring to just shove the fruit down her open mouth. The small satisfaction was bliss compared to the gnawing hunger. The joy had to end, though, and soon the basket was emptied and thrown across the kitchen as the speed of magic. That event had a profound impact on Twilight's state of mind.

 

I- I need more food. I need more food!” Looking around she saw the remaining eggs in the carton she used for the pancake mix. There’s was half a dozen left from the freshly opened pack and licking her lips Twilight opened wide and made the whole thing eggs AND carton fly into her mouth through magic. Swallowing it whole she started to cook the batter on the pancakes and shook her head. “Come on girl get yourself together, you’re not some goat who eats anything! You’re...you’re...”

 

Twilight eyes popped open, signaling the return of that incessant burning desire again. She shuddered and whipped her gaze around the kitchen, hoping for something else to fill her sagging belly. There! The ingredients for the pancakes sat on the counter: a quart of buttermilk and half-dozen eggs. The two containers flew towards Twilight and the buttermilk jug landed perfectly at her lips. She drank like a dying pony, the creamy pleasure pouring down into her insatiable appetite. Drops of the thick liquid would occasionally escape her and run down her neck. The jug was quickly emptied and cast aside. The eggs, still in their carton, rammed themselves into her throat. Something in Twilight's magic instinctively stretched her body to accommodate the newcomer. She sighed in relief and turned towards the pancakes. They were golden brown and fluffy: perfect.

 

Wait. Wait what had she just done. Did she just stuff an entire egg carton in her mouth? "No no NO," she cried. "You are not a goat! You do not eat anything! You just- you..." She looked down, ashamed of herself. "Well you're hungry. That's all. So, try to remain cool. Collected." She struck a pose, body jiggling slightly. "In control!"

 

 

Her eyes wandered to the breakfast she had made, large enough to feed 4 ponies on it's own. She licked her lips. "I suppose there's still that left." She took a meek step forward. "And it's still breakfast time... no- no harm."

 

 

A dark gleam entered her eye, and Twilight lunged at the golden brown buffet. The food flew at her, and she only had to open her mouth to feel them fill her growing chasm. Soon the oven was clear, if a bit messy, and she cast her gaze around for more. She tore into the box of instant mix, spilling a generous amount of it all over the floor. Twilight funneled what she could into her mouth and finished by eating the box itself. She moved on, inhaling a few sticks of butter and entire loafs of bread. The countertops and cupboards were swept for anything remotely edible.

 

 

Biting into a sweetroll, it dawned on Twilight that the kitchen had run out of food. There wasn't anything left. She licked a crumb off of her lips. Nothing to eat. No. No no no oh NO MATTER. Her hunger was overwhelming, and it wasn't about to be denied. She floated over a wicker jar that held cookies once. It was delicious. And so was the cutting board that had absorbed the juices of countless vegetables. Everything in the kitchen was wonderful and delicious and scrumptious and oh sweet CELESTIA...

 

 

As she gorged on her spoils, Twilight's body grew. Her jiggling gut had stretched and now hung halfway down her legs. Her face was a puffier, plump cheeks and chin apparent. A layer of fat had been deposited all over her body, making it soft and cushy everyone one could touch. Her flank had grown quite a bit larger, and had a noticeable sheet of flab.

 

 

Twilight Sparkle slumped against a counter, gasping for breath. "It's over." She panted heavily and propped herself back onto four hooves. "I'm finally full. J- just need to get o-"

 

 

A rolling thunderclap came from her gut. Twilight's pupils reduced to pinpricks immediately. She felt woozy, and her head was oddly light. Muscles twitched uncontrollably and the slightest sensation sent waves of want through her mind. The hunger was still there, and it demanded MORE.

 

 

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Spike balanced the pair of bags he held as he walked up the library's path. "Thanks for the help, Plains! I can handle it from here." The earth pony next to Spike gave a quick thanks and hefted another dozen bags onto the small dragon. Spike wheeled around, barely standing straight, and shouldered open the door.

 

 

He stumbled inside and said, "Hey, Twi. Ready or not, I got one of everything!" A few more steps in and the bags started to tilt, right over the young dragon. "Twilight?" Spike said in a pleading tone, "Help."

 

 

His let his legs give way before gravity could do it for him and he fell. The bags started their painful decent, but a purple glow enveloped and stopped them. They zipped over towards the kitchen. Twilight's voice carried from there, a sultry tone in her words. "It will do." Spike looked at her from where he lay.

 

 

Already on the ground, Spike was still floored by what he saw. Twilight was absolutely massive, with blubber spread across her whole body. Her legs were rounded with soft fat, which lead up to her plot. The immense gut was mere inches from scraping the ground, and protruded a good deal to either side. Her butt was giant and dimpled in places, it's cleavage running down to her hocks. Twilight had grown a second chin sometime and her face was sticky with syrup and juice. Her height, however, was the same; the magic had expanded her lard and left the rest of her untouched.

 

 

Twilight eyed Spike's produce with a half-lidded stare. Choosing one, she moved a bag towards her mouth and ate it nearly whole. "What do you *gulp* mean?”

 

 

Spike walked up to Twilight and poked her accusingly. "I mean that you're as big as two-and-a-half ponies!" Her gut churned and groaned, working magic on the bag she'd eaten. The feeling drove Twilight into a fit of gasps. She diverted her attention from Spike and focused on the food floating in front of her. The bags went down, one-by-one, some whole, others ripped open. Her belly burbled, the fat pouring into it expanding before Spike's eyes. Waves of jiggling lard synchronized with a breathy moan from the plush pony. Her hind legs spread her huge plot slightly, instincts getting the better of her. Just then, a loud belch came from Twilight. A quick look around reminded her of where she was. She blushed and muttered an "Excuse me."

 

 

Spike's jaw dropped. "This isn't right. There has to be some kind of doctor for this thing! Not Dr Crates... Would- maybe Zecora knows something? C'mon, Twilight, help me out here!"

 

 

"No, Spike! I'm fine. I just need more food! I'm simply starving..."

 

 

“You just cleaned out the whole library and had an entire shopping trip for dessert. You're almost as wide as you are tall! HOW ARE YOU STARVING!?” Spike asked.

 

 

"Spike..." Twilight's pupils shrank. "I'll be fine. I just need some more," she said, voice filling with urgency. She shifted herself from her spot with a gasp. "The -ah- Sugar Cube Corner has it." The floor groaned with every one of her heaving hoofsteps. "I'll be -unf- right back."

 

 

Out of options, Spike jumped in front of Twilight and brandished his tiny claws. "Ohhh no, Twilight! Something's wrong with you! Just stay here and I'll get help."

 

 

“Out of the way Spike!” Twilight tried to stamp a hoof, but only managed to send waves through her abundant flab.

 

 

“NO! Twilight, this is-”

 

 

"I said GET OUT OF MY WAY," roared Twilight. Her horn glowed blindingly bright for a second. When Spike uncovered his eyes, the whole world had been tinted shades of purple. Twilight had put him in a magical bubble! Rolling it to the side, she said, "Now Spike, I'm going out for lunch. Watch the library for me while I'm gone." The purple pony waddled out the door and slammed it shut, sending up a cloud of dust.

 

 

“Twilight...” Spike rose to his feet as best he could in the sphere. Horror stories filled his head about Ponyville being destroyed by a giant all-consuming blob of a pony. But all he could think of was Twilight. About how much he cared for her and what would happen in the end. He laid down and tried to purge the unpleasant thoughts, but Spike wept.

 

 

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Twilight slowly waddled by her garden, simply looking at her roses and smiling.

 

 

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At Sugar Cube Corner, the Cakes were having an average, if quite boring, day. Sales had been slow enough that Pinkie wasn't needed; she dismissed herself at the beginning of the workday. The shop was quiet except for the sound of Mrs Cake moving about to check her most recent confectionery. The displays up front showed a wide variety of snacks, but behind the central case was their latest pride and joy. It was a soft orange wedding cake four layers tall, topped with a pastel candy couple.

 

 

Sounds from outside were the first warning. A rhythmic thumping accompanied by the occasional cry of horror. Mr Cake rose from where he was resting and walked towards the front. "Now," he said, "what in the name of Luna's b-" The front door flew open, propelled by the shoulder of a massive purple pony. Twilight body was the biggest they had ever seen. Her belly looked like a barrel of flowing fat beneath her small frame, and it pushed into her legs. The bottom of it dragged along the floorboards. Her mane was wild and unrestrained, so different from her regular groomed look.  That hair framed a flabby face that had far too much predator in it for the Cakes' comfort.

 

 

Twilight moved into their lobby with surprising speed, sending the building into a fit of squeaking protest. She moved her eyes from one case to another, switching with unnerving frequency. "Hello Mr Cake, Mrs Cake, cake. How are your swe- I mean, how are you today?

 

 

Mr Cake hooked a leg around Mrs Cake and pulled her close. "W-w-we're fine, Ms Sparkle. Why are-"

 

 

"Oh I'm STARVING. I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing some of these absolutely AMAZING treats." Twilight leaned over a nearby counter and dribbled drool on the glass display.

 

 

Mrs Cake took a careful look at the plump, plush pony lusting over their products, almost comically round. "Well dearie, I'm sure that yo-"

 

 

Twilight's stance swiftly shifted to an aggressive, almost violent one. Her magic launched an entire tray of cupcakes and guided them into her waiting maw. Her mouth hadn't even closed fully before she'd consumed over half the batch. She followed up by swallowing the cake-encrusted tray itself, relishing the relief it gave her. She turned around, tongue out, looking for her next conquest.

 

 

Mr Cake insistently nudged his wife towards the back room. She complied and backed away slowly. He said, "So, Sparkle, y- you've put on weight."

 

 

“"I just need - *gulp* - need a snack. Please. I can walk it off later." The Cakes shared a glance. Twilight was helping herself more than a snack: the immense girl was in the middle of clearing out their largest sales rack. She barely took the time to chew all the candy and pies before they disappeared into her ever-expansive gullet. Something about the way she moaned, that wanton and carefree release of inhibition, hinted that she could still taste everything. Every inch of candy cane and spot of frosting was there to her, dominating her thoughts and driving her into a state of bliss. The licorice streamed in aside a couple jawbreakers and a crumbling blueberry pie.

 

 

"Honey, we need to stop her! At this rate, we'll be out of a business AND a home," said Mrs Cake. But the two could only watch as Twilight moved on to the rest of their work, shoving whole cakes at a time into her impossible maw. Throughout the feeding, her belly billowed out beneath her like dough. The rate scared the ponies, but they stood still, staring in awe and horror. Over half the shop had been devoured when Twilight noticed the towering wedding cake, it's decorations gleaming in the noonday light. Her smouldering gaze made it clear what was going to happen.

 

 

"THAT'S IT." Mr Cake dived in front of the cake and locked eyes with the monster destroying his livelihood. "This is as far as you go! Nopony busts onto OUR property and eats all of OUR food without paying. You've driven me to this, Twilight. I'm going to have to ask you to lea-" A great splat sounded throughout the room as the wedding cake plowed through him. Frosting and cake covered the whole of his head and neck, dripping onto his back in great chunks. He stumbled against a counter, spilling a jar or two onto him, and supported himself while he wiped desperately at his eyes. It took only a few seconds, but when he looked up, the cake was half gone.

 

 

But Twilight was eating the last half slowly, deliberately. Instead, she stared at Mr Cake, who stood covered in frosting, candy, and spices. Her smouldering gaze made it clear what was going to happen.

 

 

"Ohhh no." He unthinkingly backed against a column. "Ms Sparkle, try to think. Remember me? I baked for y-" In a burst of magic, Mr Cake found himself floating in the air. Twilight's eating sounds grew closer. He flailed about in an attempt to free himself, begging all the while. In a last ditch attempt, he bucked wildly. This motion shoved him into Twilight's fattening mouth, where he quickly disappeared into the monstrously obese pony.

 

 

"Delicious..."

 

 

Twilight's body had grown an unbelievable amount since she'd burst into Sugar Cube Corner. By now, she couldn't move under her own power, being bigger than a pony should ever have been. The impromptu meal she made of Mr Cake added fuel to her fire, and her growth was even more obvious now. Her front legs were slowly being buried by the expanding mound of fat her belly was becoming. Drool and frosting wet her lips and dribbled down her chins. Twilight's six-pointed cutie mark was distended across her extra-plump cheeks which almost reached her hooves. Her body was lifted off the ground slightly by her own mass, and her hind legs were pinned between her bloated body and her truly massive ass.

 

 

Mrs Cake stood stock still. The shock from seeing one of her favorite customers EAT her husband whole was too much. Twilight looked over at the mare, staring at the syrup splatters covering her from her earlier meals. Licking her sticky-sweet lips, she said, "I guess there's still some Cake left..." A swift warp spell moved the shocked Mrs Cake within distance and soon her screams were muffled by layers upon layers of fat.

 

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Over an entire hour Spike was trapped in that bubble. He was lucky the spell had a limit or he might have been stuck in the bubble forever, forced to think about the horrible things that might have been happening outside. Though what he found at Sugar Cube Corner was almost as bad as he'd feared.

 

 

The whole building was gone, torn to pieces and eaten. In it's place stood a purple blob, two stories tall and spreading over the shop's previous borders. Crowds of ponies hid behind buildings and gawked at it from afar. On it's side was a clear indication of what, or rather WHO, it was: Twilight's star cutie-mark.

 

 

"Oh no, TWILIGHT!" Spike screamed as he ran up to her inflated form. Her expansion seemed to have stopped, and Spike was easily able to find handholds in the soft flesh of her gut. She must have been at least a couple tons by now. When he reached the top, Spike ran across the soft lard. He desperately searched for where Twilight actually was on her vast bodyscape. Finally, he found  head almost in the middle of it all. Nearly four chins lead up to her and every one of them had drool splatters or stains. Her face was blank and her eyes were focused on some spot far in the sky.

 

 

Spike climbed to her face. "Twi? It's me! Spike!" She didn't react. "Twilight. Hey, it's your number one assistant here! Twilight, are you okay? Well, in the head?" A low groan came from the pony, but he could tell she didn't notice him. A surge of anger rose in Spike. "C'mon! You can't do this! Snap out of it!" He swung at the her exposed face and screamed, "I NEED YOU!"

 

 

A sharp slap resounded through the air and shook her body. Twilight gasped at the clarity of the pain. It was the first thing she'd felt in a while that her appetite hadn't been responsible. Suddenly, the memories of what she had done came rushing back to her. She tried to look around and knew what she had become. Her stare landed on Spike, who lay on her chins. "S- Spike," she squeaked, voice tight. "Oh Spike! I couldn't help it! I was just so hungry... I, I, something is wrong with me, Spike."

 

 

Spike couldn't stand seeing Twilight in this state, but he didn't have any answers for either of them. He crawled up to her head and hugged it gently. "It'll be all right. It's gonna be okay..."

 

 

"Spike." Twilight looked him at directly, tears in her eyes. "I'm hungry. I'm so hungry," she sobbed...