Drinks Are On Us

Bucked it right clean into last Tuesday.

At length she sat back up, bosom completely empty, the pails each half-full of cider. A swollen bust was a common thing to wake up to these days, and so she had adjusted by keeping buckets in the bathroom. Leaking in the bed was uncommon, but she had plenty of changes of fresh sheets, and so wasn't too fussed about that.

It was a Saturday Morning, which led to AJ returning to her bed and falling back into it. She felt she deserved a little extra rest, after all she'd been through the last couple months. On her back, arms crossed behind her head, she closed her eyes for a bit, before peering back down at herself.

She'd left her top unbuttoned, and so her freckled breasts each hung off to either side of her ribcage. They had indeed grown. Even empty, each one was about the size of a cantaloupe, much bigger than she had been before making her wish. What'd that make me, an E-cup? G? Rarity would know, probably. Give me fits about it too.

She stared at them, these mounds upon her chest, for a long silent minute. When she at last did something, it was a whisper, barely heard by her own self. "... cider."

She felt it. Saw it. A gentle warmth in each one, and a slight, subtle swelling in both of them, about half an inch.

"... Cider."

They swelled again. Their shapes became more rounded, more pert. Though her nipples were still moist, they had not begun leaking again yet.

"... Cider."

She watched, mesmerized, as her breasts swelled once more, graduating into full honeydews. Their firmness was starting to increase, the masses lifting themselves up from either side of her body, meeting together right below her nose to re-form her cleavage.

She raised her hands to touch them. Really touch them. Her fingers roamed across their surfaces, explored their weight, their tautness, feeling the sensations coming from inside them, from handling herself like she was. Mmmm... that's not too bad. As long as ah can control it...

AJ rolled onto her side, watching and feeling her full bosom jostle as she did so. Positioning herself so her breasts laid out on the bed before her, she gave them another good stare... before once again, saying to them "Cider."

Like before, they expanded again. Easily bigger than they were when she had first woke up. Much more awake now, she found that being just as full now was not as... annoying as before. Curiosity got the better of her, as she now added a second repetition to her trigger. "... Cider, cider."

The effect was marked. Whereas before they had simply swelled, they now surged, spreading out onto the bed before her. The warmth, the sensation of her skin stretching to accommodate all of what she was making, of the undersides of her increasing bust spreading out onto the bed's surface...

"... Cider, cider!"

She had to bite her lip as they swelled even further, each breast now becoming bigger than those prize-winning watermelons she'd seen at the fairs. Her freckles were stretched out across their tops, and a telltale sensation from her nipples told her that she was now starting to leak. When they stopped, she had to give pause to stare at them. In front of her, they stretched and rose, a freckled, orange landscape of hills, attached to her ribcage. Tenderly, disbelievingly, she placed a hand on one, and stroked it, tracing the flesh from her nipple, all the way across the tight, firm skin of her breast, up to her collarbone, along her neck, before finally stopping to rest upon her cheek. They were real. They were all her.

A new warmth blossomed in her body, one quite unexpected, for it was nowhere near her breasts, and had nothing to do with cider.

She wrapped an arm underneath each one, and turned to lay on her back again. They had become quite heavy, and her breathing labored under them. Still, that didn't stop her from speaking 'Cider!' at them again, and then closing her eyes as the sensation of her breasts pressing against each other, against her arms and hands, overflowed her mind. Again, the leaking sensation raised its head, and she could feel the warm drops of fluid making their way down the skin of her globes.

She opened her eyes and gazed upon them again. She let them go, for they had become taut enough now that they supported their own weight. They towered over her head, her cleavage measurable in feet, great and mighty producers and holders of cider. And they were hers. They were immense. Incredible. Astounding...

Arousing.

Celestia damnit. she thought to herself, almost hypnotized by her own engorged bosom, that warmth becoming more and more palpable. This is turning me on. This is actually turning me on!

Driven by more than just whimsy now, Applejack grasped her breasts again. This time, she stroked their sides, let her fingers press into them, massaged and kneaded them as best as she could, hands grasping and tweaking her sensitive nipples. The sensation of fullness, now no longer a stranger, did not register as pain that moment either. In the back of her head, she wondered if Twilight's painkiller spell had remained in some form. Or maybe, now that she wasn't scared of what was happening, she could fully appreciate what her body was doing. In either case, it was not a sensation she was avoiding. In fact...

She squeezed them together, staring down into the canyon of flesh that began just inches from her chin. Her head dipped forward, as she nuzzled the freckles upon each globe, her muzzle giving her new sensations from within. At last, she plunged her face into her own cleavage, pressing her cheeks into her own softness, squeezing her own immense fullness around herself...

She didn't know how she knew. But she knew she could hold more. The chanting incident in the orchard had been almost a month ago. And she had grown more in the interim. She just knew that she could become even bigger still. That she could become fuller...

The building heat was becoming too much. A hand left her right breast, and dove downstairs into her pajama bottoms, feeling herself having become rather soaking and flushed down there as well. Her fingers dove in and began stroking her heated petals, while upstairs the other hand continued to massage and squeeze her full mammaries, their masses swaying slightly from both motions.

It was coming. A haze of pleasure was building inside her head, one that she now admitted was being created by her own overproductive breasts. Judgment was clouding, senses were fleeting. Her mind lousy with lust, that was probably the reason why, her muzzle buried between those masses, she then chanted to them "Cider cider cider!"

Her breasts, her already-mighty breasts, began to swell once again. And this time, they did not seem to want to stop. Pressing against her face, she had to pull herself up for air, and found herself bearing witness to her own expanding bust, the peaks of her tits thrusting up higher and higher into the air. Grasping, scrabbling, her hand worked to grip her nipple, even as bit by bit the breast it was attached to pushed and pressed against her arm, before at last, it slipped away. Her nipples were now officially out of arm's reach.

She couldn't even guess at their size now. They were now much, much bigger than they had been out in the orchard a month ago. And still they jutted, swelled, expanded larger, a pair of zeppelin-like shapes rising off her ribcage, towering higher and higher into the air.

The tightness was building. Fuller, and fuller. Her busy hand picking up the pace. Any moment now, she could feel, a familiar ache in her teats...

She came, and she came hard, right as her dark nipples exploded into sprays of gold, streams hitting the ceiling and rapidly soaking the bed. Her eyes were screwed shut against the overwhelming pleasure, her release rocking her mind, her body, her overflowing tits themselves, a long moan of ecstasy escaping her lips. It had felt like three orgasms, all at once. One from between the thighs. And one each, from her erupting mountains of cider.

It lasted forever, or so it felt to AJ. It only really began to taper off as soon as she felt the spray from her nipples beginning to die down, signaling that she had, at last, stopped swelling. Panting, trying to catch her breath, she opened her eyes once more to see the immense masses attached to her. The biggest she had ever been.

And... was she enjoying it? Mental faculties were being slow to return. She wasn't purely certain, but all signs were pointing to yes. She had steadily become more and more aroused, the bigger, the fuller that she had gotten. Had become more and more enamored with her breasts, the larger they had swelled. Even now, as she stared up at them, she found herself leaning her head forward to kiss their tops, the one free hand still stroking the side of her left breast in slow, adoring circles.

... ah am. Ah love this. These huge cider factories... they're mine. They're halfway to th' ceilin', big enough ah cain't reach mah nips... They're me. It's all me. Ah, am sooooo biiiiig...

She laid there a while longer, reveling in her sheer size, finally fully welcoming the sensations of fullness and tightness. It wasn't going to be a thing she embraced openly, she decided. But in private moments, like here, and while pumping... she might let herself indulge, just a little bit...

It wasn't until nearly twelve when she realized, looking at her engorged self "... ahh horsefeathers. How'm ah gonna take care of this?"