The One and Only Chapter: Editing in Progress
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Appleblimp's Swelling Time
The One and Only Chapter: Editing in Progress
*gurgle* The sound woke me up faster than one of Pinkie’s one-pony band party invites. I’m now wide awake, turning my head to the left of my bed to where my bedroom door is. “Who’s there?!” I called softly. I scanned the room for any signs of an intruder. Steeling my nerves, I yanked the covers off me, twirled my legs off to my left, and lept from the edge of my bed in a fighting stance, trying to intimidate whoever snuck into my room. “Come out, I ain’t afraid of you!” I waited, and waited… until I finally allowed my shoulders to slump when I realized it was a false alarm.
No answer. But I could’ve sworn I heard a noise… in my room, nonetheless. And my window is still shut tight. Nothing seemed to be disturbed or compromised. I finally let out a sigh. “Who would want to sneak into mah room anyway?” I chuckled in amusement.
Flim and Flam suddenly came to mind… no, they maybe dishonest and clever about their sales, but I doubt they’d stoop low enough. Even if they did, I would be the one that will banish them to the moon! I giggled to myself at the thought of bucking them to Princess Luna’s moon. The looks of their surprised faces…sweet Celestia, Rainbow would have a field day.
My thoughts returned to the noise that woke me up. It was a strange sound. Almost as if it were a Timberwolf growling. I took a peak out the window, and it calmed my anxieties when I saw nothing but acres, and acres apple trees, all the branches filled with green dots on them. It was summertime, so they’re not close enough to be ready for apple bucking. A barn sitting quite a distance away.
It must have been Big Mac snoring up a storm, again. Sounds a bit weird for him to sound like a hungry pig. Then again, he wasn’t called “Big Mac” for nothing.
I felt my cheeks warm up as a memory of seeing Big Macintosh naked… by accident! That big ol’ package on him nearly reaches his muzzle when he was jerking off his dong…
Before my brain decided to get creative, that gurgle sound happened again. Only this time, a little bit louder, and it’s coming from… my tummy? It wasn’t unpleasant, it felt more of a tingling sensation… and it was making me kind of wet.
My belly gurgled again. More audible than before. I was worried as to why my belly is growling. I am sure I don’t feel hungry. I didn’t eat anything funny either. My belly gurgles again, even louder than before. I’m getting kinda worried that my growling stomach is going to wake up the rest of my family.
I might as well go take a walk for a bit and wait for my belly to stop growling like a bear. I went over to the stand where my green robe hangs on it’s stand. Before I reached the coat hanger, I was stopped by a mirror that was as tall as Big Macintosh, hanging on my wall. I took a moment to gaze at my reflection.
My golden blonde mane flows down to my thighs, free from the hairtie that usually keeps it tied in a bundle… heh, funny we call it a ponytail when we have ponytails. The red bra I’m wearing hugs my almost as big as basketballs breasts. Leaving little to the minds of stallions… and a few mares of the curves that overflows my bra. Regardless of it suppose to fit. I traced my hands over the supple curves of my breasts and down to my tightly packed abs from years of working on the apple farm. Following my hands as they kept going down to where my hips were… I don’t mean to brag, but damn… what a fine flank I have… it’s huge… even bigger than the bosom that flows in front of my torso.
While I ain’t too concerned about how other stallions… and a few mares…(Seriously, why do they oggle me?! I’m straight, damn it!)think of me, I can’t help but feel a little aroused by my own body in the mirror. “AJ, you are a mighty fine lookin mare…” I told my reflection. I took my hands and groped the underside of the big balls of flesh contained in my bra, moaning in pleasure a little as I squeezed and knead my mammaries. I could see two little dents in my bra where my nipples are hidden, growing erect from the massage.
My stomach growled once more. I was startled out of my sexual trance, and was pretty pissed at my belly for interrupting my pleasure trip. Letting out a sigh, I grabbed my robe, putting my arms in the sleeves and covering myself up. Then, I tied up the straps on my robe to keep it from slipping easily. Satisfied that it won’t get easily ripped off, I stepped out into the hallway, very quietly as to not wake up the rest of the family.
With each careful step of my hooves, I carefully and silently snuck past my brother’s bedroom. Then Granny’s room, then Applebloom’s room. I kept going further down the hallway, then proceeded downstairs. I stood still for a moment and listened carefully for any signs of disturbance… once I felt like I was in the clear, I made my way to the front door.
I made my way to the front door. My right hand grabbing the door handle then twist the knob to the right. I carefully creak the door open, every second of creaking and groaning from the door’s hinges was making me nervous, and annoyed.
EDITED: -> When it opened wide enough for me to fit, I slip through the opening. My hands switching out places to prevent the door from slamming shut. The oh-so-quiet front door creaking so loudly, it could wake the dead. The racket finally ends when the door shuts with a *click*. Turning myself around, I step off the porch and out into the cool, crisp night.
As I walked through the dark apple orchards, I took a moment to take in the nighttime atmosphere. The sounds of crickets chirping their night songs and a gentle breeze blew through the air, rustling the leaves a little. A distant *hoot* could be heard despite the sounds of insects playing their orchestra. The noise didn't disturb the peaceful air, however. Making me feel safe and at home. I love it here, it always beats the night in the big cities. I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life…
Until an impatient growl interrupts it. I glared down at my stomach, annoyed by it's persistent noises. “Can’t a mare take a moment to admire her own home,” I rhetorically asked. As if responding to me, it gurgles. I scowl before letting out a sigh, “No point in trying to argue with something that can’t talk,” I say to myself. Continuing the trek through the apple farm.
After an hour or so of walking, I stroll over to the pond. It’s hidden from public eye, making it the Apple family’s own private pond… and a few other things I’d rather not mention. The moonlight’s reflection glistens on the water surface. Giving it a sense of beauty I hadn’t really given much thought. Princess Luna sure knows how to make a calm night. It was actually making me very sleepy. My eyelids becoming heavy as I let out a yawn. Leaning my back against an apple tree near the pond’s shore. Golly, I’m so tired… my eyelids were growing heavier as I felt myself being sent me into a peaceful slumber.
All of a sudden, my belly let out a roar. It startled me so much, I nearly had a heart attack! My belly stops groaning after a second before a loud and long drone-out groan took it's place. It was making my belly gurgle and shake a little. My body shivering in a mixture of fear and bliss, worried out of my wits about this strange, and arousing, experience! Every second was an hour of… I don’t know… it kind of feels like a force inside me, trying to push out the walls of my stomach. Trying to fill in space it couldn’t fit in.
After a few minutes of seemingly unending gurgles, it came to a standstill. The loud groan and vibrations was replaced with a feeling of building pressure, and a building arousal. I couldn’t help but moan a little… The pressure was building more and more, except it wasn’t uncomfortable. The sensation of filling up and stretching out… the feeling growing inside while trying to coax something to build more room. I sighed in bliss, letting my hand rub my midsection underneath my robe...
I felt my hand make contact sooner than I expected. Snapping my eyes open, I gasped! “What in Celestia’s mane?!?!” The robe I was wearing was stretching around a growing ball where my stomach should've been. The green straps straining a little to try and contain the growing ball of whatever is inside my robe. It stuck out in front of my frame by a good foot, and it was still getting farther from my body. The pressure kept building and stretching out my robe even further as my belly reached to a full-term nine-month pregnant mare, and still swelling. The green fluffy robe now looking like a fuzzball as it kept stretching and swelling out. The straps is starting to dig into my belly, making it a little painful as it continued to grow. <-
Nervously, I reached out to the straps holding my robe together. The big round bowling ball that was contained keeps swelling bigger, and bigger, now bigger than a beach ball. Shakily, I placed my hand on the strap before slowly untying the straps. I nearly fainted at the sight that was revealed to me.
An orange ball of furry flesh oozes through the folds of my robe, stretching and bloating up and up. I just can’t believe what I’m seeing… and yet, here I am, the workmare that once had abs now has a growing belly in place.
I nervously reached out to touch the growing belly. I gasped when it made contact, a huge jolt of pleasure spreading from my belly to my cunt and tits. Speaking of my milkers, my milkbags were also beginning to swell out of the lose robe, pulling the red bra tight. Growing ever tighter as they swell over the straps of my bra. I didn’t realise it until now, but I’m slowly becoming less afraid. Infact, I’m starting to enjoy it a little… moaning as I felt pleasure and bliss spread into my belly and boobs.
My belly is now growing to the size of a beanbag chair, and still inflating out of my once slim body. Swelling and growing… bigger… and bigger… I’m beginning to feel my body being pulled from the ground. I cry in pleasure, my arousal spiking higher as my huge weather sized belly kept swelling and growing.
My maretits were not being left out on the fun. My bra snapping by the time they had reached the size of beachballs, spilling over the large curve of my swelling belly as they neared the size of my applewagon. Exposing my nipples to the cool air, the sudden change of temperture sending more tingles of arousal down my swelling boobs and into my now tiny body. My boobs were so sensitive… every touch on my titflesh was another jolt of bliss. My cunt was leaking marejuices over the rounding edge of my inflating sphere of a belly. My stars, I’m loving every second of this!
“P-Please… m-more!” I plead, I did not want this sensation to end! “B-bigger… make me b-bigger!” A breeze just wafted over my now big as a carriages mammaries. My belly is pushing my boobs over the treetop! “M-More! Bigger! I WANNA BE BIGGER!!”
A deep groan resonates in my belly… pleasure coursing through every fiber of my body. And my belly just grew… and grew… 1 story coming and going, 2 coming up… I just lay there in bliss as my belly kept pushing me up and up, higher and higher, the leaves on the appletrees were tickling every swelling inch of my growing flesh! My boobs… my belly… they won’t stop growing… and growing… bigger… larger… I don’t want this to stop…
By the time my orgasm hits, spraying mare cum down my belly, my belly covered at least an acre of Sweet Apple Acres… and little did I know, my growth is just beginning…
Author's Note
The end... sorry for making it short. If I do write another one, I'll post it here.