A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream (3/19/16). This story was won by  worldtraveler, who demandeth some AU Prince Asriel eating until he gets nice and fat. There's no pun here, Asriel just gets fat pie eating pie. What the hell are you doing reading this? Go read the story, GO GO GO!


.:Rated general for:.
>Overeating
>Gradual Weight Gain
>Immobility


Undertale and all related materials are © Toby Fox.


Word Count: 2377

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The Prince of Pie

The wonderful thing about time is that though a tragedy may occur in one time, in another it was avoided completely. In one timeline, the child Chara had gotten inside Mt. Ebott, and caused a chain of event that ended in tragedy. In another, they had died on the slopes of Mt. Ebott, never having made it inside so that they may poison the soul of one young prince. As such, the young goat prince grew up with his loving parents, and soon, many other siblings. As the young prince Asriel Dreemurr grew up, more humans had fallen into the Underground, and were adopted into the royal family. It brought the young prince great joy to play with them, and grow up with them, all the while oblivious of what could have been. Now the monster equivalent of a young adult, Asriel was studying fastidiously to become the next king. Due to the biology of Boss Monsters, Asgore would soon age and become too old to rule, so the young prince would need to be ready for that eventuality. However, something was niggling him, something very… loud. “What is it Sarah?” Asriel uttered in defeat to the younger sibling yanking at his sleeve.

“We all want to talk to you in the living room” the young girl dressed as a ballerina explained.

“What is it? Look, I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m trying to read up on some monster history” the young prince explained.

“We REALLY need to see you” Sarah insisted.

Poor Asriel rubbed at his tired eyes, and he gave in. “Alright, but, just five minutes, okay?” he smiled.

“Okay!” Sarah said brightly, taking Asriel by the hand and dragging him to the living room, where the other five human children were waiting.

There was Brian the Cowboy, June the Chef, Martin the Fist-Fighter, Matilda the Homicidal Maniac, and Kevin the Nerd. Asriel was always a bit wary of Matilda. Sure, she had a toy knife, but, she was a bit unnerving at times. Oh, and of course, now that he remembered, there was Sarah the Ballerina. They were all his precious family, although at times they could also be pains in the behind. A bit redundant to say that, in hindsight, considering they ARE family. “So everyone, what did you want me for?” Asriel inquired to the child collective.

The human children all grinned amongst themselves, before Kevin extracted a flier from his notebook, which he then handed it to his older brother. Asriel’s brow raised at what he was reading: “A pie eating contest for this afternoon?” he remarked incredulously.

“Yeah!” Matilda said loudly.

“We think you should do it” Martin declared just as loudly.

“Give you something to do besides all your smelly studying” June insisted with her nose upturned.

Asriel was perplexed; sure, they all had the best of intentions, but could he really spare the time to take part in a pie-eating contest that was being supplied by, who? Checking the flier again, the prince frowned intensely. Of course it was being supplied by his mother; it was a pie eating contest, who else would supply pies besides her? “Look guys, I know you’re worried about me, but I don’t think I can spare the time for this” he explained gently.

Oh god, the crestfallen looks were causing him to take critical damage. Oh no, Matilda was preparing to cry. Actually, they all were. They… they wouldn’t right? They wouldn’t use tears to sway him, would they? They would, with Matilda beginning the waterworks. Pretty soon they all were crying, and Asriel admitted defeat. “Okay, if it means that much to you guys, I’ll do it” he nodded in agreement.

“YAY!” all six of the cheered loudly, swapping from crying to happy in the time only a child could manage.

The young prince sighed, his siblings really knew how to abuse the Act mechanic when it suited them. Thinking things over, if he was going to do this, he probably shouldn’t participate in his robes. No, he’d need something much more suitable and… loose.

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Now suited up in a comfy pink button-up shirt that he had borrowed from his father, as well as some shorts, Asriel and the kids stood amongst a large crowd of monsters who were there for the contest. Many had come to watch, while some were lining up to compete. Sizing up the competition, Asriel saw a Vulkin, Undyne, and both Royal Guards amongst the applicants. Both RGs always gave Asriel a funny feeling, especially with how RG1 always looked at RG2. If he didn’t know any better, he could sworn they were a cou- “WOULD ALL THOSE WHO WISH TO APPLY DO SO NOW! THE COMPETITION WILL BEGIN SHORTLY!” a voice called over the PA system.

Swallowing hard, Asriel registered for the contest, and thus he stood upon the stage. Looking down the table, Undyne and the Royal Guards waved eagerly at him. “Nice ta see you here prince!” Undyne called from down the table, “I thought you were too busy sticking your nose in books like Alphys” she grinned.

“Well, I gotta have fun sometimes” Asriel replied weakly.

As he waited patiently, staff bustled around the table, setting up piles of pies by each participant. Every single last pie was cinnamon butterscotch flavour. “Mom certainly does tend to be a bit one-note sometimes” Asriel frowned.

He didn’t hate the pies, not at all; it was just that he tended to see that flavour all time at home. Still, he was going to see how far he could go with this, for the kids. While he had no doubt that Undyne and the Royal Guards would be tough competition, he was more concerned about the Vulkin. The hot lava contained within it will give the Vulkin quite the advantage, as it will be able to eat an awful lot by burning it. Swallowing hard, the prince turned his eyes on the prize as the start timer ticked down. Once the siren called, the competitors dug in, filling the air with the sounds of smacking and snarfing and chewing as they stuck their noses in, literally. Both Royal Knights had shoved their entire faces into their pies, chewing them greedily. Undyne herself was just eating hers like a sandwich. Following her lead, Asriel stuffed his face in the name of victory.

The audience cheered loudly for everyone, although the kids cheered loudest for Asriel as he ate. Pie by pie whizzed by, with a scoreboard keeping tally of everyone’s pie count. After fifteen minutes, all competitors had gone through ten pies, with only Undyne showing signs of stopping. It was quite bizarre to see the loud and boisterous captain of the royal guards as a slow and sluggish creature, barely able to stuff a slice of pie into her crumb coated mouth. The poor fish lady’s belly was bloated and taut from the pies, and she just couldn’t takes no more. Undyne collapsed onto the stage, and waved the white flag of surrender. “AND CAPTAIN UNDYNE IS THE FIRST KNOCKOUT!”

Nobody really expected Undyne to fail first, but then, given her lithe physique she wasn’t really used to eating so much. With one down, the competition became tighter, and Asriel wasn’t about to lose. Truthfully he hadn’t really cared about the competition that much, but with Undyne’s defeat, he actually felt like he had more a chance really. Especially since, as he had noted, the Royal Guards were wearing their armour, and it was against the rules to remove clothing during the competition. All he had to do was bide his time the young prince thought as his own bloated belly sat in his lap. All he had to do was outlast those Royal Guards, that was all he needed to do as two more monsters gave up.

Time whizzed by, as did pies as the competition became not stiff, but rather, bloated. The Royal Guards had begun struggling past the twenty mark, compliments of their tight armour. There was no way they’d fit anymore pies in with their stomachs so cramped and crushed within their armour, and they both knew it. “Bro… if I don’t make it,” RG1 gurgled as he attempted to stomach another piece of pie, “I just want ya to know, that… that I love you bro” the rabbit admitted, and passed out.

RG2 was silent, a piece of pie near his mouth. He then passed out alongside his bro, leaving Asriel alone against the Vulkin. The crowds cheered louder than ever as the competition tightened, as did the prince’s attire. Asriel’s bloated belly had long since peaked beyond his shirt, to the point that it was more like a rather nice pink bra. It embarrassed him to be showing off so much fur, but, he was feeling the competitive burn more than ever. He wanted to win, and he wasn’t going to accept any other alternative. So he continued shoving pies into his mouth, in spite of how tight his belly was. He wasn’t about to lose this fight. He was a prince, and he had learned under the tutelage of his father, who could put away an entire tray of finger sandwiches for a snack.

For so many agonizing minutes, he ate and ate and ate. And the crowd cheered with every pie he devoured. He had already exceeded the Vulkin in count, and wasn’t about to let it catch up as he disregarded chewing altogether, in favour of swallowing slices whole. The boy was a monstrous eating machine, the key word being monstrous. The overconsumption alone was having a terrible effect on his body as pounds of fat built up on his princely frame. His stomach, once densely packed, was now soft and luxurious as his body digested and metabolized at an excessively swift rate. The very second he had devoured a slice it quickly digested, and was packed on as more delectable royal lard. The seat of his pants, well, his pants in general were extra snug as they did their best to contain Asriel’s expansive physique. Either he was oblivious to this, or he just didn’t care, nor did the audience. Hell, they cheered on the bloated prince even harder just to goad him further into hedonistically shovelling in pies. Yes, yes, this really was the ticket after all, this was what he needed to relax. “AND PRINCE ASRIEL HAS EATEN FIFTY PIES! IS THERE NO STOPPING THIS KID!?”

“NOPF!” Asriel sputtered, crumbs spraying from his puffed cheeks and lips.

By now the Vulkin had all but given up, as the little lava lamp was just in awe of the prince. Asriel was a machine, devouring pies whole with one chew, only to replace it with another. Fifty had become sixty, then seventy, then eighty. Asriel’s hands had become so big and fat he was able to cradle the pies in his palm before tossing them into his ravenous gullet, and each loud chomp rattled the table. His generous girth had seeped out of his lap by now, and was sitting pretty under the table. And still he kept eating. “ONE HUNDRED! HUNDRED TEN! HUNDRED TWENTY! THIS KID IS GOING FOR THE RECORD!”

Asriel was so massive now that his enormous gut had pushed the table away from him. In response the pies were instead piled onto the enormous shelf of blubber below his tremendous moobs. By now his clothes had all but been annihilated, with ruined tatters stuck in-between his blubbery folds. His pants had all but disappeared, and his modesty was preserved only by his loincloth, but that easily failed in covering his massive rump. “HUNDRED FIFTY!”

He was massive, and he was finding it hard to bend his arms, but he wasn’t to be deterred, he was going to win by the most magnificent landslide possible. He was now eating pies in pairs, eating them like a sandwich. The cheers were deafening, and Asriel wasn’t going to stop until he couldn’t eat a single bite. Sadly, another condition reared its ugly head. His belly gurgled loudly, so loudly that it deafened the crowd. The prince’s stomach rumbled with such ferocity, and then… it happened. His body exploded outwards, blubber appearing by the pound. His massive gut expanded outwards, hanging off of his tremendous body like a round doppelganger. His bloated rump and hips devoured his thighs, and they were eying his calves hungrily as the chair he sat upon collapsed under his weight. His fallen carriage cracked the stage, and fell right through it. The feeble wood shook and trembled, everyone hitting the deck as Asriel’s body surged outwards, ripping the stage apart from the inside out. He was a titan of blubber, a massive rounded ball of flab. His feet had sunken deeply into his bloated calves, and his fingers were beyond useless as they looked more like plump sausages than the digits that traced the history of the second human/monster war. The prince burbled and groaned loudly, his puny lips squished by his enormous cheeks. His body, it would not bend, it would not move. His arms were far too heavy to lift, and so they sat useless by his bloated sides.

He groaned loudly, and his surprised eyes shared looks with the crowd. “TWO HUNDRED!” the MC roared loudly, “A NEW RECORD!”

The crowd exploded with cheer, and Asriel’s siblings pushed through the crowd to approach their super-sized brother. “YOU DID IT ASRIEL!” Matilda cheered excitedly.

“THAT WAS AMAZING BRO!” Martin grinned with pride.

“You’re so soft Asriel” June smiled, poking at the prince’s tummy.

“Thank you” Asriel smiled weakly.

Well, at least now he could study anywhere, curtesy of his chest. Although, his parents probably wouldn’t be too pleased. He was intended to sit on the thrown, not to BE the throne. Ah well, he could probably burn this off, with Papyrus’ help. But at least now the kids wouldn’t be able to insist that he spent all his time in the books. He chuckled as a trophy was pressed into one of his many folds, and he smiled for the camera. Boy, there was going to be an interesting headline in tomorrow’s paper.