“Growerland?”

“Found it in a thrift store.”

Cadance raised an eyebrow. “Really. The Crystal Prince went to a thrift store and bought himself a board game.”

“And what's wrong with that?" Shining Armour harumphed, crossing his arms indignantly. "I happen to find that thrift stores can have a lot of really interesting things in them if you're willing to look.”

“You are such a dad.” Cadance chuckled teasingly. “And not even a cool dad. You're the nerdy dad that forces the whole family to play a hipster board game he found in a thrift store that he doesn't actually understand the rules for.”

“Well, you don't need to worry about that. Flurry Heart's way too young to be playing board games.”

“Oh, all my concerns have suddenly flown out of the window.”

“And what's wrong with that, anyway? My dad did the exact same thing all the time!”

“Yes, I was there for one. He forced the whole family to play a hipster board game he found in a thrift store that he didn't actually understand the rules for. It was a nightmare.” Cadance lightly punched her husband in the arm. “C'mon, let's set up the game.”

The box was coated in a layer of dust that had reached the level of thickness where no amount of dusting could completely remove it. The cover was muddy and faded, even ignoring the dust, though Cadance could mostly make it out. There was a cutesy stylized logo written in rainbow coloured bubble letters across the top, below which was a faded image of a real family playing the game. They didn't look like they were having a particularly good time, but it was hard to tell because the image was so badly faded. All Cadance knew for sure was that their fashion sense was at least 40 years out of date. The game board itself was much more simple, and in much better condition. There was the name of the game in flowery cursive, some random shapes, and a lot of blue bordered by off-white squares. No actual markings on the squares, either, besides a vague symbol indicating which one was the “first” square – and even that was off to the side, a yellow quarter circle bordered by pink.

“So, wait, what are the rules, then?”

“It's pretty basic,” Shining said, pointedly not answering the question. He pulled out some vague lumps of plastic and placed them in the starting square. “These are the pieces. I can be blue, you can be pink?”

Cadance raised an eyebrow. The pieces were both the same shape – cylindrical pillars of cheap plastic, tapering near the top and finishing off with another, smaller cylinder and a dome. Like larger versions of the little pegs from The Game of Life. Shining's was blue, while Cadance's was multicoloured – purple at the bottom and pink on top, separated by a band of gold. “What if I want to be blue?”

“I get to be blue.”

“Fine, fine. So, the pieces start there?”

“Yep.” Shining placed a thick deck of nondescript white cards in the centre of the board. “Roll a d6, move that number of spaces, draw a card and do what it says on it. First person to make it all the way around the board a certain number of times wins.”

“Just call it a dice, dear, no one cares how many sides it has.”

Shining glowered. “It's important, darnit.”

“Yes, dear.” Cadance pulled out a chair and sat down. She stretched, the sleeves of her loose-fitting pink tee shirt sliding down to rest against her shoulders as she hefted her arms above her head. “So, do you want to start or should I?”

“We roll the die and whoever gets the bigger number goes first.”

“Honey. Do you want to start, or should I?”

“... You can start,” Shining muttered sullenly.

“There. Was that so hard?”

“'s important, darnit.” He placed the die on the table – with more force than was really necessary – and Cadance took it, a playful smirk on her face.

She gave the dice a shake before tossing it gently onto the table. “Three! That's a good start I guess. How many goes around the board do we do?”

“Depends on how long we want the game to go for, according to the rules. I figure we can wing it, keep going until we get bored.”

“So you get all sullen about dice terminology but when it comes to the win condition we can just wing it?” Shining rolled his eyes, and Cadance chuckled as she moved her piece. “And then I draw a card~”

She reached down to the deck, gingerly slipping the top card from the pile and holding it up. “'Try a new perspective – gain six inches in height'?” She had been expecting something along the lines of 'go forward six spaces' or 'go back three spaces' or 'skip a turn', but clearly there was more to the game than Shining had told her. She couldn't help but smile – she'd clearly underestimated her husband. Perhaps this would be interesting after all. “So how does that work? Do I put something on my game piece or-”

There was a tight warmth in her chest, that slowly spread out into her arms and legs. Her skin tingled, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. “That's- Oh?”

Cadance was a part of Princess Celestia's bloodline, and had inherited numerous things from her aunt. But she'd never come anywhere near to her – compared to most women, her breasts were large, her hips wide, her ass full and her height well above average. But she was only above average, leaving her exactly two inches shorter than Shining. Just tall enough to be able to look her husband in the eye.

That changed as, with a quiet, rubbery noise, Cadance grew. The sleeves of her shirt were ever so slightly tighter, and her casual shorts dug ever so slightly into her thighs several inches higher than they had reached not a minute ago. “Oh. Oh, this is that kind of game. Okay then.”

“What kind of game?” Shining replied, smiling innocently.

“Don't get cute with me, sugar.” Cadance's earlier smile had morphed into a mildly disapproving frown. “If you wanted to do size play stuff, you could have just asked.” She glared – the fact that she had to look down slightly to do so was mildly disorienting.

“What are you talking about? Growerland is one hundred percent family friendly.”

“Yeah, sure, I see that tent in your shorts, babe.” She crossed her arms under her chest. “Look, I know, things have gotten kinda boring since Flurry was born, but you coulda just talked to me about it. I can be the big scary dragon and you can be the brave, heroic knight come to reclaim the king's treasure by impaling me with your spear. Or however that went. The point is that I'd kinda prefer you ask first.”

Shining raised his hands defensively. “Hey, I thought you knew what you were getting into. I mean, the game's literally called Growerland, honey.”

Cadance shrank into her seat sheepishly, eliciting a pained groan from the overburdened furniture. “Probably should have raised some red flags, yeah.”

“You wanna stop?”

“No, no, it's fine.” She smiled. “I like this. It's a bit more fair than the usual Cadance Grows Enormous And Dominates Her Husband roleplays we do.”

“I figured you'd think that.” Shining rolled the dice. "Two. Darn."

"I'm wiiiiininggggg~" Cadance sang.

"Hmph. Plenty of time for that to change." He moved his piece and drew his card. "'Bad luck! Skip next turn.' Huh. Well, I guess they can't all be fun."

"Plenty of time for that to change, eh?"

"Har. Your turn, honey."

Cadance rolled, grinning at the result; "Six! You're gonna have to get really lucky to catch up, babe." She smugly slid her piece further along the board, drawing a card. “'Donate to the community chest – gain a cup size every turn for five turns.' Ugh, that is such a tortured pun.” Shining didn't respond, content to grin like an idiot and stare exactly where Cadance would expect him to stare in anticipation. “I wish you'd at least warned me not to wear a bra.”

“That'd have spoiled the surprise though!”

“Gnnn, fine,” Cadance grunted as she felt a pleasant tingling blossoming in her chest. “But you're replacing any ruined clothing.”

Cadance made a point of keeping her hands off her chest as it grew. It was, after all, only the second turn. As good as it felt, she didn't want to escalate things too quickly. Still, it felt really good. Like a thousand little fingers gingerly dancing over the surface of her breasts, accompanied by a fullness that became a tightness as the soft, rubbery sounds of growth returned. All told, it probably lasted less than a minute, but it felt like it was much longer. It didn't help that the growth stopped very abruptly, all of the good tingling feelings vanishing and the uncomfortable tightness of a bra a size too small flooding in to fill the sensational void. “I guess that makes me an F cup now?”

“To be honest, I don't really see much difference,” Shining said, doing an admirable job of hiding his disappointment.

“Yeah, well, give it a few more turns.” Cadance fiddled with the straps of her bra as they dug uncomfortably into her shoulders. “Do you think that this counts as one of the five turns or not?”

Shining shrugged. “I know about as much as you do, honey. But, knowing the kinda game this is, I'm gonna guess probably not?”

“Ugh.”

“Your turn again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cadance muttered as she picked up the dice and sullenly rolled it. “Three. Well, there goes my commanding lead.”

“You've still got, like, ten spaces on me. Plus you're already a third of the way to your first lap.”

“Bah, where's the fun in winning if you're not winning super hard,” Cadance muttered as she drew her card. “'Remember to keep things family friendly! Until you draw a card that says otherwise or the game ends, your clothing will fit you perfectly.' Huh, not the kinda thing I was expecting to draw.”

“Toldja Growerland is one hundred percent family friendly.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cadance said with a relieved sigh. She could feel her bra slowly relinquishing its slightly-too-tight grip on her shoulders and chest. “At least I don't have to worry about wrecking any clothing anymore I guess.” She moved to discard the card, but paused. “Wait, hold on, there's more text.”

“Really? Lemme see.”

Cadance handed the card to Shining. “I'm pretty sure that it wasn't there before.”

“Mmm. Historically, enchanted board games do tend to have a sense of humour about that kinda thing.” Shining held the card up, looking it over closely. “Yeah, there's some text you didn't read out here. 'Why not give your clothing's new found stretchiness a bit of a test? Gain two feet of height.'”

“Ugh, I knew this card was too good to be true,” Cadance muttered as she started to grow again. First came the tingling, then the fullness that became a tightness, then the noise. Deep, rubbery and loud, louder than the last two times she grew. “Oh fuck,” she muttered, squirming in her chair as her body expanded agonizingly slowly.

“This is only, what, the third turn? 's a bit early for that, don't you think?”

Cadance tried to stifle a moan, failing miserably as last turn's card kicked in and her breasts lurched up a cup size. “Mnnn, not the tiiiime, honey,” she managed to force out. He did have a point, she wouldn't deny that. But growing just felt so good. It always did, of course. She'd always loved that feeling of fullness that came with it, of stretching more and more as her body expanded. Waves of pleasure cascaded through her body, building and building in intensity with every agonizing inch. It certainly helped that she'd always been something of the runt of the litter. A good two inches shorter than her husband and almost a full foot shorter than her aunt. And, though she tried not to let it show, she was a little jealous.Growing appealed to that deep, primal side of her that wished she could be the biggest. She'd spent a long time getting very good at growth magic, but this was different. She wasn't in control of this. It was just happening, with no input on her part. And, frankly, that made it feel even better. Perhaps because she couldn't see it coming – like the difference between masturbation and someone else playing with her bits. Or maybe she just had a thing for not being the one in control, either or.

Cadence's musing and mounting arousal alike were interrupted by her chair giving out underneath her. It wasn't a particularly nice chair, just whatever had been available in what Shining had dubbed the game room. It had barely been enough to handle her weight at six foot four, and these two extra feet had proven to be more than it could handle. She dropped to the ground with a thud that was much louder than it would have been a few minutes ago. “Ow.”

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I'm fine, just... probably shoulda seen that one coming, really.” She pulled herself up, being careful not to disturb the table. “We're gonna hafta replace this chair...”

“It's just a chair, we've prolly got room in the budget for some new chairs anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cadance muttered as she stared forlornly down at the remains of her chair. As much as she liked growing, and even as much as she liked outgrowing furniture, there was something about this specific situation that just got to her. She was, she supposed, a girly-girl at heart. And there was something primally upsetting to her girly-girl nature about being so fat her chair broke. Which of course was a gross oversimplification of exactly what had happened, but there was still an instinctual revulsion from breaking furniture in this specific manner. She sighed, and set aside her discomfort for the moment. This was, for the most part, entirely her bag. She was staunchly determined to enjoy herself.

Her hands were enveloped in a pale blue glow and, with a wave, the remains of her chair vanished. “There, that's that dealt with.” She sat down on the ground cross-legged. “Now, I believe it's your turn?”

“That it is!” Shining replied with a smile on his face. “And hey, this time I actually get to go!” He picked up the dice and rolled, and his smile immediately vanished. “Oh, come on, a one? Really?”

“I'm stiiiiill wiiiiininggggg~” Cadance sang, revelling in the opportunity to be a sore winner.

“Yeah, yeah, just you wait. I'm definitely gonna turn this around.”

“I'd like to see you try and do that without cheating, hon. Cursed board games are notoriously pissy about that.”

Shining rolled his eyes and moved his piece one space forward, and then drew his card. “'The game's no fun if it's one-sided. Get an extra turn to catch up!' Ha! You were saying?”

“Hmph. I guess it doesn't like being called pissy, then.”

“Well, I rolled a three anyway so it doesn't really make much of a difference. '“When it rains, it pours” - repeat another player's effect from their last turn.' Ooh!”

“Oh.” Cadence could feel the sensation of growth swelling up inside of her once more, and her body lurched outward in one fell swoop. Not to be left behind, her breasts decided to repeat their growth as well at the same time – colliding with the table and knocking both pieces and all of the cards over in the process. She sighed, too distracted by the mess to really enjoy the sensations this time around. “That card is waaaaay too strong. We ought to junk it.”

“I dunno, I think you're just in a bad position.”

“And what's that supposed to mean.”

“Well, uh, I mean – maybe try lying down?”

“... Yeah. Fine.”

“If you get too much bigger we can move the board onto the floor.” Shining conjured a magenta aura of magic around his hands, and the board reset itself to what it was before Cadence's inconvenient growth spurt.

“Do you think that counted to the cup size counter?” Cadance asked as she carefully stood up again.

“Probably not. Why, don't you like bein' an H cup?”

“Honestly at this point there's not much point in bothering with cup sizes.”

“I'll be the one to make that call, dear.”

Cadence rolled her eyes and laid down on her belly, being cautious to not jostle the table again. “Anyway, it's my turn. Maybe this time something'll happen to you for once. Ah, two, crap.”

“Man, we're really rolling kinda low. Maybe next time we can use two dice instead of one, see if that makes things go quicker.”

Cadence nodded and drew a card. “'Nice try. Grow an extra foot.' Well, fine, but it's gonna get boring eventually if I keep growing and nothing happens to Shiny.” Even as she spoke, her body slowly inched bigger. Her past few growth spurts had been somewhat distracting, so she hadn't been able to properly enjoy them. This time, she was a bit annoyed with the game and had resolved not to enjoy herself out of spite. But once she hit eleven feet and her breasts began to go from H to I, she couldn't help but bite her lower lip ever so slightly.

“I dunno, it sure doesn't look like you've gotten bored yet from my point of view.”

“Oh, don't you start with me. Just wipe that smug grin off'a your face and roll.”

“Three,” Shining replied. “Well, hey, bright side; I just doubled my distance from the start.”

“Good for you. Maybe you'll actually get where I am before I have the chance to lap you.”

“You know, for someone who seems pretty intent on not enjoying herself you sure are being a sore winner.”

It was Cadence's turn to grin. “What can I say? It's in my nature.”

Shining Armour rolled his eyes and said no more, drawing his card. “... Huh.”

“What's it say?”

“'Things won't be getting boring any time soon. Next effect doubled.'”

Author's Note

it's about family members associating therefore it's christmasy, shut up. considering i tend to not write male characters for obvious reasons, but man is writing nerdy dad shining armour fun.

i'm still not entirely sure how lewd i wanna go with this, or even the specific kinds of lewdness i want. no sex tag for now but that's subject to change. likewise haven't decided if i want them to stay human or not. we'll see, i'm just making this shit up as i gooooooo.