Princess Luna strode up to the royal taste tester’s quarters, just down the hall from the private dining room. A group of unicorns flanked her. The guard posted at the door stood aside without a word. Putting on a smirk, she gently knocked before stepping inside. She was met with quite a sight indeed.
In front of her was an enormous, gelatinous, grey-furred mass that was the royal taste tester herself.
To say Midnight Blossom had become a blob would be putting it mildly. She had lost all semblance of being a pony aside from a few features. Her legs had almost completely been sucked into deep rolls of blubber, her hooves nothing but useless stumps barely wiggling out of them. Her belly made up most of her form, being an enormous sack of lard spread along the large cushions spread on the floor.
There was no sign of a neck anymore, just a collection of rolls and chins surrounding a pair of deflated yoga balls serving as her cheeks, which commanded the most of her face. Her eyes were badly squinting and the edges of her mouth were very close together. Her freckles were less like little white flecks of sugar and more like huge puffy clouds with how stretched out they had become. Her mane and ears were some of the few things that would remind you that she used to resemble a pony once.
If one were to travel along the mountain pass of back rolls and endearingly tiny bat wings, they’d find themselves at a pair of globes with cutie marks stretched out to cover the expanse of the wagon-sized flanks. Her tail was tiny by comparison, occasionally and lazily flicking near the top.
Luna giggled and spread her wings, hovering up to get eye-level with the mass. “So, how is my favourite taste tester this morn?”
Midnight opened her mouth to reply, but her belly did the honours with a growl so thunderous some of the furniture shook.
“As I thought,” Luna said, a sly smirk on her muzzle. “But if you’d allow me a few moments before your breakfast, I have some good news. My sister and I have been talking, and we have decided that you shall be promoted.”
Midnight’s eyes lit up, which did not happen often unless she sensed food. “Puh...promoted…?” she rumbled, the sheer amount of fat pressing against her neck making her voice deep and husky.
“That’s right, and your new role comes with a new uniform.” Luna nodded to the fleet of unicorns, and two stepped forward, opening the bags they carried in their magic. Out of one floated what looked like a huge, frilly, black and white drape, which opened up and covered her. She groaned softly, wondering what was going on. She felt the fabric being tugged along her massive frame, sticking into her in some places. Out of the other bag was some more fabric that went on her head.
Another unicorn presented a huge, wall-sized mirror, and Midnight gasped at what she saw. Not how morbidly obese she had grown in her own gluttony, but what she was wearing. She was dressed up in a maid’s dress and bonnet!
“Wh-what’sh all thish…?” she mumbled, having developed a lisp thanks to her cheeks squishing against her mouth so much.
“I felt that this would be a uniform fitting the royal food disposal,” Luna answered, her smirk growing. “Do you not agree?”
“F-food dish...poshal…?”
“Of course. A bottomless appetite and enthusiasm for ‘taste testing’ like yours does not come to the palace often, now that Celestia practices self-control. And your loyalty to your duties has not wavered once in the months you have spent under me, to the point where having your own quarters here was not suitable enough reward. Hence your promotion.”
Midnight’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, embarrassment growing from how silly she looked in her new ‘uniform’ and Luna praising her awful eating habits.
“Speaking of which, I should explain your new duties,” Luna went on. “It is quite simple. In fact, I think you’ll enjoy it very much. All you must do is eat every piece of food my sister and I give you. Every last crumb and drop. We will make sure the food is safe, and something you will like, since I have heard you have taken a liking to our head chef’s desserts.”
Midnight was a little confused. First she had to make sure Luna’s food was safe for her, and now she was getting it done to her? Was she being rewarded? Was she still fit for her taste tester duties? What kind of food would she get? Would there be even more cake? Would she get her own birthday cakes? Would they be like the ones Celestia got?
“You seem quite eager,” Luna commented, grinning wickedly as she caught Midnight licking her lips. “We shall have some food brought up to you post-haste. But first, breakfast is in order, yes?”
The head chef entered behind the group of unicorns, a large trolley of toast, waffles, pancakes and many other delicious breakfast foods wheeled in behind her. The rest of the personal kitchen staff followed with trolleys of their own. Midnight’s eyes lit up.
“These ponies will help you with your duties,” Luna explained, landing on the floor as she exited out to the hallway. “Oh, and to wash you, of course. As much of a glutton she may be, the royal food disposal must still be presentable!”
The Princess of the Night sauntered away, smirking at the sound of chomping and slurping behind her.