Home Sweet Shy

"'Ey! Yuu jest aboot done yet?"

It was to these words that Fluttershy finally stirred. She ached in places she had no idea could ache. And what had she been doing previously? It was all... something of a blur. She had... she was going somewhere, right? To the Breezie's home. That was it, she was taking the Breezies home. So why was she laying on her bed, clothing discarded and her panties down about her ankles?

It was... it was something to do with the Breezies again. She had agreed to something she hadn't been expecting to be... their Gastheer. To be their... Host.

...Host?

Faint memories stirred. She rubbed her eyes, and looked down at herself... and then proceeded to choke upon the heart leaping up in her throat.

Her breasts, which had been enormous to begin with, now almost towered over her. They had become much bigger, much fuller than they were previously. But it was less the size, and more the movement that had caused her the shock. For she could see minute shapes and lumps rising and falling beneath the skin of her mounds, coupled with the movement she could feel from the inside, of many, many tiny bodies shifting about within them.

She shot upright... or at least she tried to, suddenly finding her midsection curiously bloated. A mass of wriggling broke out from her belly at the sudden movement, and she didn't even need to see that her stomach had now taken on a slightly rounded look, more minute bulges traveling underneath the surface.

Now in a state of numb shock, she very gently guided herself to the edge of the bed, and attempted to stand... even doing that made her give another gasp, as her balls pulled at her crotch, having suddenly become heavier, not to mention bigger. A very gentle sensation of movement from within those jewels caused her face to light aglow, realizing what was occupying them.

She could barely bring herself to take a step forward. But step she did, one hoof at a time, unsteady, uncoordinated. She felt so heavy. It wasn't until she passed a full-length mirror at the foot of her bed, that she finally got a good look at herself. At her body, her tall, curvaceous yellow-hued self. At her immense, squirming tits, each one now twice the size of her head. At her rounded, bouncing belly, giving her the appearance of being five months pregnant. Even the balls hanging slung from her crotch had become bigger, nearing that of coconuts. They would sway back and forth of their own volition, every now and then bumping gently against her thighs.

It finally all caught up to her. Wrapping her arms around her bust, very timidly cradling and lifting it in both limbs, she stared down at the activity right below her nose... the activity of dozens of tiny bodies within her breasts, within her belly, within her immense gonads...

Her pupils became pinpricks, her cheeks flushed dark with shock, as she let out a long squeak of horror. "They're inhabiting meeeee!!"

"That's right!" came Seabreeze's voice. He was perched again on the bedpost, watching her critically. Shy snapped her head around to look at him, but even that motion was enough to upset her balance, and she waved her arms about to regain it. The small stallion continued on blithely. "The Host will always look out for what's best and safe for their oown selves... an' soo long as th' Breezies stay inside theem, they'll bee safe from th' winds an' oother dangers o' the outside world, as th' Host will be protectin' them, just like she protects her own self!"

"You... Y-You could have told me!" she cried out, stepping towards him, still adjusting to her new weight and proportions. "You could have explained what being a Host really meant! There was absolutely no need to... t-to force yourselves upon me!"

The expression upon his face shifted a little, though the emotion displayed was not one of guilt as she expected, but confusion. "T'were noo forcin' involved. Yuu had agreed t' offer yer body up. An' aye asked yuu multiple times, after all. An' aye feegured eet was safe tuu take yuu up on thee offer. It made for a loot better ooption than that tried an' truu methods o' pure knockin' a beegjob oot an' them climbin' aboard."

She opened her mouth to argue further, but stopped mid-breath, as the implications of those words registered upon her mind. "... so I-I'm really not the first 'Host' then?"

"Oh nuu, noot by a long shot. An' they doon't always take to it soo weell either. Soore they say they be wantin' t' heelp, but when it comes to geeving their all, hah, soo long.

"Theere's been lots o' em oveer the yeers. Theere are stoories all aboot them. Every Breezie knoows 'em. They say that th' veery first one was th' one who suggesteed it, and carried Breezies willingly within herself. Eet was thee best way t' keep our kind safe, going from one point to another whenever th' winds decided to go rogue. Th' Beeg Wind, our leeder, told mee we were allowed to' seek out a Gaastheer, if worst came t' worst. An' wheen yuu made that offer... well..." he gave a shrug. "Noot every breezie band thinks tuu get an agreement in writing. Aye deed, an aye have it heer." He held out the paper, now folded several times into a bundle that could be tucked away in his tunic. "Yee can't back out noo Fluttershy. If yee duu, then rest assured the rest o' Breeziekind will heer aboot it."

Fluttershy rested her hands upon her swollen belly, feeling the writhing of forms within it. "You could have still asked, though... no, I didn't know that this was what you had in mind. I was wanting to help you out, so that you could see your daughter again, Seabreeze. That's what I was wanting to devote my body towards..."

"B-but yuu said..." The miniature stallion started, before pausing and then giving a sigh, his expression now a picture of contriteness as he got to his feet. "Okay... okay. Wee've a mieesunderstanding heer, aye get that. But t'put yoor mind at ease Fluttershy, knoo that you'll still be dooin' that. An' aye wouldn't 'ave asked t' make sure, if aye didn't think yuu could take oon th' job."

Slightly mollified, the mare gave a sigh, before looking back at him. "Well... I appreciate the vote of confidence. You..." she looked down at her inhabited body once more. "You're sure that this is the only way?"

"Ees th' way we Breezies resort to in our most deesperate times. Th' Tradition of the Host ees an honorable one in oour kind, an' if yuu carry through, aye promise yuu'll be hailed a heero."

She blushed again at the thought, a shy smile surfacing upon her face for a brief moment. It disappeared as the Breezie took to his wings and flew towards her to perch on her shoulder. "A hero through a great deal of mixup. Are you sure you wouldn't be better off in a carrying case? Would be a lot dryer, than... w-well."

"We're positeeve. We woon't get as shaken' up heer, as wee would inna box." he replied, before looking down at the expansive, writhing landscape that was the pegasus's bosom. "They're good an' settled now anyhoo, an' won't bee ready tuu come out teel we reach home. Theere were thirty-eight oof us, teen of which are in each of yoour mammaries. Th' plan was foor th' last eighteen tuu inhabit yoour womb, but wheen yuu turned out tuu be dual-sexed, that changed. Eight deecided they wanted t' bee in yer gonads, four in each, which leeft th' last teen t' take tuu yoour belly."

"I'm a living mobile house." Shy repeated to herself, blushing furiously as her balls rocked back and forth again of their own accord. "And I'm stuck with them, until I can get your back home... w-what's going to happen next?"

"Whaat happeens next, ees what we allready planned. Geet yoourseelf dressed an' reeady. Goo take th' train, overnight treep tuu Highweend Lake. Wheen we geet there, follow our direections, and wee'll see you past th' Wall een nuu time."

"With everybreezie riding inside me the whole time?"

"Thaat's eet. Nuu need t' tell anypony else what's guuin' on. If they ask, tell 'em yuu're expectin'. Less they guess right, which's preetty likey. Wee'll try t' keep things doon either way." He took to his wings again, fluttering over to hover above her left breast. "Shoulda said too, right noo, thees breast has oonly nine Breezies in eet."

She blinked. "O-Only nine? W-why's that?"

"Why do yuu theenk?" He lowered himself to the nipple, and then pressed a hand into it, eliciting a gasp from the pegasus as that abused pore was shoved open again. "Eef yuu need me, jus' say my name. Wee can heer yuu just fine from een here. Aye'll be oout een a flash. Een thee meantime, good luck! Wee're all countin' on yuu, Gastheer!"

And with that, his wings retracted, and he proceeded to dive fully into the flesh of her nipple, whose owner had to bite her lip as it was stretched around his body. After only a few seconds of squirming, his blue hooves disappeared into the teat, and she had to blush furiously, as his movements were then added to the countless motions of those already inhabiting the massive mammary.

She took another look at herself in the mirror, at her occupied breasts, belly, and balls. Was 'inhabiting' the right word to use? Would 'infestation' have fit better? In either case, there was no way around the fact that she now was holding a population's worth of Breezies inside of her body. And the only way to fix that... was to carry through on her word.

Did he really think that I already knew? I don't remember reading anything about 'gastheers' in the few books on Breezies that I have... but apparently, both he, and the rest of the Breezies, fully expected me to already know what was about to happen. And what did he mean, that it was likely that others would guess right?...

She shook her head, clearing the question away for later. Haltingly, she began to move about her bedroom, gathering up her discarded items. With a bit of difficulty, she managed to pull her panties back on, though her testes now threatened to spill completely out of it. Just a simple press of her bra against her encumbered bust was enough to tell her that there was no getting back into that. She gulped, as she realized that meant she'd have to go braless.

She went for heavy clothing. The sweater from before had trouble going over her bosom, but she managed it, only getting a brief flurry of activity from the occupants within them for her trouble. As a further reminder of her now-increased mass, the sweater refused to go down all the way. No matter how much she tugged on it, the hem remained a few inches short of her navel, revealing her pregnant-like belly to the world.

She retrieved her skirt, finding to her relief that it wasn't damaged that much, and proceeded to snap it on, opting to close the gap with her belly by connecting it at the sweater's hem. It draped over her distended stomach, giving her a true impression of pregnancy, and as she turned to study herself, she saw only one complication. The skirt no longer went to her knees, instead halting exactly in-between said knees and hips. Any higher, and she was certain, the undersides of her enormous nuts would have been visible.

Sweet Celestia what am I doing.

Am I actually going to follow through with this?

... Do I want Seabreeze to see his filly or not?

... Well...

The day outside was rather nice, all things considered. Random wind gusts notwithstanding. Ponies were out and about shopping, carrying on with their daily lives. Seated at an outside cafe table, Twilight Sparkle and Applejack sipped at their drinks, the former missing out on the beautiful day around her by having her nose buried in a book.

"I wonder." The princess started. "If we had more breezies with us, would the sheer number be enough to calm the winds by themselves?"

"Ah reckon so." AJ replied, resting her elbows on the table. "Could really use it, since Flit's outta commission. Celestia knows ah'd pitch in if ah had wings."

"Rainbow Dash told me she plans on giving it a try, even if it's way outside her range of expertise." She lifted her head and pointed at a passage in the book. "We might not need that though, if we're lucky. This book has got a spell that might could help us out of this predicament."

"Well let's hear it sugarcube."

"It's a copy-morph spell, that copies a creature's phenotype, and then temporarily 'overwrites' another creature's with it. Like, I could use this to turn an Earth pony into a unicorn, or even a dragon into a pegasus... or a whole herd of ponies, into a flock of Breezies. What I'm thinking is, if I turned us girls into Breezies, maybe then we could join our wingpower in with that of Seabreeze's flock. Together, we might could tone the wind down enough to offer them safe passage!"

"That's... that's pretty big thinkin'." The farmpony stroked her chin. "Ah'd be up fer it though, and ah can't imagine th' other girls wouldn't either. Would just need t' ask Fluttershy an' Seabreeze."

"Exactly. Oh!" the bookworm finally looked away from the book, her eye caught by an approaching pony. "There's Fluttershy right now! She's-... woah."

Fluttershy was indeed approaching. She was also dressed in a traveling coat, and was wearing a longer skirt than normal, in addition to a wide-brimmed hat covering her head. She was clutching her purse in front of her belly, and seemed to be making oddly wide steps. But she was making her way towards their table, a resolute expression upon her face.

They waved, and watched as she drew closer. Once within earshot, it was Applejack who spoke first. "Howdy, Shy. What's with th' getup? You look like yer 'bout t' make a trip."

The pegasus breathed a sigh, before nodding. "I am. Seabreeze and the others have made a decision. We're going to be taking the train to Highwind Lake, and then hiking to the Breezie's home from there."

This made the both of them stand to attention. "Th-they're not going to stick to the breeze?" Twilight stammered. "B-but what about the migration?"

"And th' pollen?" the orange mare added. "Ah thought they needed th' breeze t' use magic, an' used their magic t' keep it contained?"

She shook her head. "Time is of the essence. It's important that they get back there soon. Whether it's by breeze, or train. We were there when Flitter sprained her wing, so I can tell you the choice wasn't made lightly." She fidgeted a little, before patting her purse. "The pollen is safe in here. I'm going with them, to make sure and see them through to their homelands. Plus..." she leaned in towards the two, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Seabreeze is a father. His filly's waiting for him."

"Oooooohhhhh..." both mares replied, sharing knowing looks between them. Sitting back in their seats, the alicorn heaved a sigh of her own, before asking. "How long?"

"It'll be an overnight trip there, then maybe another couple days to hike. I should be back in a week or so."

"Do y' have t' go by yerself?" AJ tilted her head. "Ah reckon ah could take off from th' farm fer a bit. Or you could ring up Rarity, ah know she'd jump fer a chance at travelin'."

Shy bowed her head. "That's very kind of you. But this is something I have to see through myself. Seabreeze asked me specifically, to... to be their protector, on their journey."

Twi now perked her ears, as she started looking around. "Where are the Breezies, anyway?"

Widened eyes, and then a flat poker face. "They're safe."

AJ raised an eyebrow. "Safe where, sugarcube?"

The yellow pony closed her eyes. The farmer wasn't certain if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not, but for some reason, it looked as if the pegasus's enormous bust was shifting inside the confines of that straining jacket. "They're... at the train station waiting for me. I thought I should come find you girls and tell you what was going on, before we left."

The orange mare remained silent, as the purple one nodded. "Well, if you're sure you don't need somepony to accompany you..."

"I'm sure."

"In that case, we wish both you, Seabreeze, and the rest of the Breezies good luck. I hope you can make it in time. But remember, if you need us..."

She nodded again, before shifting herself to step away from the table. "I've got it with me, Twilght. I'll be sure to call if it's serious."

"Very well then. See you, Fluttershy! Have a safe trip!"

More waves were exchanged, as Fluttershy left the table, making a beeline for the train station, in that same odd gait. As soon as she was out of earshot, Applejack finally spoke up again.

"There's somethin' up, Twi. She didn't tell us everythin'."

Her friend blinked in surprise. "What? A-are you sure?"

"Positive. Ah ain't Honesty fer nothin'. Oh she's takin' th' Breezies on a trip alright, but she didn't say how she was carryin' them."

They both looked in the distance, watching the silhouette of their friend disappear around a corner. "Do you think it's serious?" Twilight asked, her expression worried.

"... she probably don't think it is. Or probably just doesn't want t' bother us with it. If she's got your doohickey though, then ah'm sure she'll ring us up if it turns out t'be more than she can handle."

They sat in silence a bit more, before the princess sighed again and nodded. "I hope you're right. What is it with ponies and secrets anyways? That thing with her and Rarity couple years back. This going on now. And you." She made a pointed look at the farmpony, first looking at her face, and then looking down at her hefty bust. "You still haven't told the girls?"

"Not all of 'em. Rares an' Pinkie figured it out themselves. Dash still ain't any th' wiser."

"Well you need to figure out how to tell her someday. No telling what she'll do come next Cider season."

Applejack simply grunted, even as from the utterance of the word, her bosom swelled up a few extra inches.