Giant in Equestria

     Since I was going to be waiting for a bit, I thought I should at least attempt to bathe. I went into the bathroom and looked around. It was nice, but rather…...crystalline. Even the showerhead was made of crystals. That’s dedication. Luckily, the towels weren’t made of crystal.

       “Well, at least the have showers. What time period is this? They write with quills but they have showers and plumbing? You know what? I’ve met a pony princess today, so I should just stop questioning things.” I say to myself, turning on the shower.

    I strip off my shirt and pants, and I look at myself in the mirror.

“Not bad. I’m surprised I haven’t flipped my shit yet.” I say, stripping off the remainder of my clothing.

I walk into the shower and start cleaning myself.

I suddenly feel like I’m being watched, so I look over the shower. There’s a yellow pony, definitely a mare, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. She’s probably six foot-ish, wearing a yellow sweater that should be big on her, since it covers her hands, but her chest is practically bulging from it like it was three sizes too small. She must be a Z, if that’s even possible. Her breasts cover her midriff and part of her waist. She is also wearing a short, green skirt that hides nothing, since her backside protrudes from it several inches. Her pink mane looks adorable, covering one of her eyes. And her tail matches it. I look back up at her face and she has a deep blush plastered onto it. I look down and realize why. My manhood is clearly visible through the shower door.

   “What are you doing in here?!” I exclaim, not taking kindly to having my privacy violated.

   “I...um...was told to….give you a physical…..” She replies just above a whisper.

    “You could have knocked.” I retort.

She makes a soft squeaking noise.

“Sorry….”

I sigh.

“It’s fine. Just wait outside. I’ll be done in a few minutes” I reply. She half smiles and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

I finish my shower and dry myself off, tossing on my clothes. I walk back out and she’s sitting on the bed with a stethoscope around her neck.

“You must be Fluttershy. My name’s Adam.” I state as kindly as possible. She squeaks.

“Nice….to meet you….have a seat, please.” She says quietly.

I do as she says and I sit down on the bed.

“I n-need to ask you a few questions….that Twilight wants me to ask…..while I’m….” She stops.

“Examining me?” I finish. She nods.

She reaches under my shirt with the stethoscope in hand and she presses it to my chest. I breathe in deeply, and sigh.

“You have a very...strong heart….” She comments.

“Thanks.” I reply with a smile. Her blush deepens.

“Can you, um….take off your…..shirt?” She asks very timidly. I do as she asks.

Her expression changes instantly from nervousness to utter awe.

“You’re so...big.” She comments. I can feel my face burning a little.

“Thanks…” I rub the back of my neck, and she watches my arm flex, a little drool falling from the side of her mouth. I wave a hand in front of her face.

“Um, Fluttershy?” I ask.

She blinks a few times. “Hmm? Oh, sorry….just a little...distracted…” She replies, her blush darkening.

“Yeah. I saw that. What’s next?” I ask, starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

“I need...to check your lower body……” She whispers shyly. Oh, boy.

“I don’t know…” I reply.

I was never that shy growing up, and far from it now, but I never liked being in my underwear around women. They’d always just stand there and stare, considering that Little A down there isn’t exactly “little”.

“Just for a minute…..it’s for the physical….” Awe! Why is she so damn cute!

“Fine.” I reply with a sigh.

I drop my pants and look away. She squeaked loudly.

“Oh, my…..”

Little A was roughly 14 inches, I’d guess, and probably three or four inches around. Back in Cali., I was rather impressive, but I have no idea of the size range here, considering her chest is three times bigger than any girl I’ve ever seen.

I gasp softly when I feel something touching my manhood. I look down and she’s prodding at it with a look of amazement plastered on her face.

“Could you...mpf...stop that?” I ask.

“Sorry...it’s just that…..stallions are very rare here…..and even the biggest one is only 8 inches….” She covers her mouth, seemingly shocked by what came out of her mouth.

My face probably has a similar expression.

“Stallions…..are rare here? Then, how do you...you know….breed?” I ask shyly.

She blushes heavily.

“We...have a place….where their...stuff...is collected and distributed…...so mares can bear foals.” She explains, looking over my legs and feet.

“Then, how many stallions are there?” I ask.

“Probably 20….” She replies. My entire body becomes rigid.

“And how many mares are there?” I quiz, not sure that I want to know.

“100…” I sigh.

“Billion...” I cough loudly.

“What!?”

She reels back a little.

“A hundred billion…..roughly….” She repeats.

I feel something running out of my nose. She yelps and stands, pulling out a tissue and dabbing my nose.

“You’re nose is bleeding…..Adam?”

I don’t respond. I just slump to the floor.

“Adam!”