Luna had always been the more reasonably built Princess. Especially after she returned from exile, when she appeared in public as a young woman with near human proportions.
Pipsqueak, however, had a rather distorted view of her. Since she had avoided publicity as much as possible, his only encounter with her was when she was the shadowy monster, Nightmare Moon. Thus, it was of little surprise to her that the first time she arrived to save Pipsqueak from a frightening dream, she appeared as a towering, armored juggernaut.
Luna was used to her dream form being rather malleable, and she wasn't about to let this run a perfectly fine dreamscape. Seizing a moment of respite, she took the opportunity to inspect herself. It only took a moment for her to recognize what happened. While her suit of armor was clearly inspired by her Nightmare gear, she was definitely still herself. Herself, crossed what Pip's idea of a Princess should look like - Celestia - amplified by the small boy's lowered perspective. Having taken her bearings, she pressed on and provided Pipsqueak the support he needed to vanquish his shadowy foe.
While she often had other dream business to attend to, she would check in on her favorite subject whenever she could. He was quite an imaginative dreamer, conjuring vast adventures in rich and exciting worlds. Luna was happy to play along in a variety of roles: The distraught queen to his brave knight. The trusted side-kick to his Daring Do. The sinister countess who needed to be shown the error of her ways. Even the poor, captured damsel in distress for him to rescue.
Oddly enough, as he grew up she grew right along with him - maintaining the same difference in height between the two. Puberty was quite noticeable as well, not were her outfits getting less and less practical, his image of her body was swelling and thickening by the night.
The kiss she gave him when he rescued her from the Dragon's Keep was decidedly less than chaste, but she felt he deserved it for his acts of heroism. It was a shame the shock immediately woke him up. She hoped he would be ready next time.
Luna awakened in a fit of sweat and lust. Clearly, the young man's libido had rubbed off on her. Steeling her resolve and suppressing her thirst, she decided to act. To that end, she threw on something presentable and found Celestia presiding over her court.
"Dearest sister, might I have a word in private?"
"Of course! I was about to retire to my chambers. Would you care to join me for afternoon tea?"
Places set and privacy assured, the two exchanged pleasantries before getting to the heart of the matter. Unsure of how Celestia would react to her inquiry, she decided to simply blurt it out.
"I want to grow. How did you get so big? What's your secret?"
Celestia tittered. "Oh! My little Lulu finally wants to grow up? I'm so proud!"
"It's very funny, I know. But seriously."
"But I am being serious! This is wonderful news!" Celestia exclaimed. "What spurred you to make this decision? Is it for a man? Are you finally taking a consort?"
Luna buried her face in her hands as Celestia bubbled on. Finally deciding to interrupt, she vehemently denied the allegations that she's been dating "that muscle man turned actor all the tabloids have been going on about."
"Can you help me or not? What's the trick to a figure like yours?"
Celestia paused to sip her tea. "It couldn't be simpler: just eat! That's really all there is to it."
"So that's what all the cake is for?" Luna gestured at her sister's more-than-ample bosom. "To keep those fed?"
"Well no, the cake is because it's delicious. And for my perfectly rounded hips and soft tummy. Milk is the go-to for your chest. Bones too, of course."
Luna wasn't fully sure how to process this information. She elected to stare, mouth partially agape.
Celestia continued. "If you're just looking for height, I believe you'll want a high-protein diet. After your little Tantabus incident, Pinkie Pie told me all about your 'totally smoking-hot warrior princess' look. Is that what you're going for? I didn't care for that when I tried it myself, but I could see it working for you. But really, start with some milk and get yourself a nice princessly bosom. You may think you're big now, but just imagine how you could be!"
Luna did her best to conceal her bewilderment. "Milk. Really?"
"You don't believe me? Come now, I know we have our little games, but I couldn't be more truthful when I say I'm excited that you will be joining me in being Equestria's tallest. How big would you like to get, anyway? As large as me, or maybe taller?" Celestia lit up with the possibilities. "Oooh, you growing taller would cause quite the stir in the court. You absolutely should do it!"
Luna shrank back in her chair. She hadn't really thought that far ahead, was she actually ready to be the giantess for the dreamscape?
"What's wrong, dear? Are you still hung up on the milk thing? Here…"
Luna perked up as her sister reached into the cooler compartment under the tea cart.
"One gallon, whole milk. Observe."
Luna stared as Celestia popped the lid, raised the jug and proceeded to drink.
And drink.
And drink.
True to her word, after only a moment's delay Celestia's chest began to swell.
And swell.
And swell.
Having caught her breath and wiped the excess from her chin, Celestia spoke. "See? A Princess's metabolism won't let her get fat. At least, not without some significant effort on her part. Go and tell the kitchen to prepare a growth feats. I had one for Princess Twilight recently, I'm sure they'll whip up everything you need. Oh, and alert the tailor too. Outgrowing your clothes is fun and all, but having something to grow in to is invaluable."
Luna was still staring at her sister's cleavage as the growth tapered off. Previously 'huge', Celestia's chest was now straining belief as hard as it was straining her dress.
"Yes yes, I'm sure I look ridiculous with an extra gallon of boob. But go on, you've got work to do!"
Luna paced the halls outside of Celestia's chambers, under the watchful eye of several guards. She has long been envious of her sister's stature. Not so much the attention that came with it, but then, if some of that could be the right kind of attention it might not be so bad. And not only did she have her sister's blessing, but her encouragement too? Luna couldn't turn back now, right? Why would she? No, cold feet are not befitting a princess. Luna decided she would proceed.
The guards snapped to attention as she addressed them. "You, send for the kitchen. I would like a very large breakfast. No less than two dozen eggs, and pancakes too. Once you've placed the order, fetch a gallon of milk and return to my chambers. I'll be dining in my room."
With a quick salute, he was off. She called out after him. "Two gallons! Fetch me two gallons of milk!"
Luna entirely disregarded the faint laughter she definitely DID NOT hear from her sister's room, and instead addressed another soldier. "You, send for the tailor. I'll need a set of sleepwear sized for my sister, and something decent to wear around the castle. Tell him I'll be needing a suit as well, but I'll wait on fitting that until morning." She turned to the remaining guard. "How tall are you?"
"Six foot even, ma'am."
By her guess, that put Luna at about 6'6". "How tall is my sister?"
"I'm not sure. At least eight feet."
Luna calculated silently. Pipsqueak looked around 5' and his dreamscape version of her was nearly twice his size. Ten feet seemed a long ways away, but she figured there was no need to rush. "I suppose my intentions are obvious enough. What's your take on this?"
"Permission to speak freely?"
"Granted."
With no hesitation, the guard answered. "I think it's wonderful news. There have been those, myself not included, who have spoken with concern about you since your return. Wondering if you're being punished, if you're punishing yourself, or if you're simply unfit to rule."
"Go on."
"A larger you will put all that to rest. There will be no question that you're every bit as capable and deserving as Princess Celestia."
"I see. Thank you." Luna turned to walk away, but stopped after a step. "And how do you feel about the elite of Equestria's military being used as valets and waitstaff?"
He shrugged. "It's a living, you know? Just because I can put a spear into a melon at a hundred yards doesn't mean I'd like to do that every day."
"Indeed. Thank you for your honesty."
Having arrived back at her bedroom, Luna realized she hadn't clarified exactly which sort of milk she wanted two gallons of. More specifically, she realized this when she opened the rolling fridge that had been delivered and found it was stocked with two of everything. Two gallons whole, two skim, two chocolate. Even half-and-half and full cream.
"Bless his heart," Luna thought. There was no way she was going through all this tonight, but she felt it was nice to have options. She elected to start with her favorite, chocolate, while she waited for her meal. Holding the jug, she took one last opportunity to size herself up in the floor-length mirror.
"Goodbye inadequacy," she told herself as she popped the top and drank.
And choked.
And spewed a little.
"How the devil does she do that?"
"May I suggest the use of a glass, your highness?"
Of course the butler and his team of attendants would choose that exact moment to arrive and start setting the table. After some minor grumbling, Luna dismissed the staff and thanked them for the delivery. Having decided to start small, she took one of the several omelettes and poured herself a glass of chocolate milk. Seeking retribution for the previous embarrassment, she resolved to take the whole glass in one go.
Pacing herself, Luna was indeed able to finish the glass without incident. She caught herself looking expectantly at her chest before realizing how foolish she was. "Obviously a single glass of milk has never made me exploded out of my shirt," she reminded herself, "I suppose it will take more than that to make a difference. I best get to work, then."
And so she did.
Several omelettes, innumerable pancakes, and a significant amount of milk later, Luna decided to take a break. It was getting late after all, so she figured she might as well raise the moon while she was digesting.
Luna had never noticed it before, but she didn't exactly get full. Really, just sated or satisfied. Of course, with her new hunger motivating her, she wasn't feeling much of either right now. Grabbing a banana to snack on on the balcony, she rose.
Rose, and upon realizing just how tight her clothes had become, hopped and let out a cheerful "squee~". Apparently, that was just too much for her shirt: buttons shot off and her engorged knockers flopped free. Indeed, they truly were worthy of being called knockers, as they were simply massive when compared to only a short time ago.
Grinning madly, she patted her stomach, only to find she hardly had a belly at all. "Magic at its finest" she mused as she disrobed. The shirt was easy enough to remove, but now that her pants were seemingly painted-on, they were a different story. Unable to wiggle her way out, technique gave way for strength as she tore them at the seam. Not nearly as dramatic as letting them ride out her ongoing expansion, but undeniably more comfortable to let her ass fly free.
Alas, with the draft from the open balcony and the coming visit from the tailor - where the hell was he, anyway? - Luna decided she should be at least partially dressed. She would be on Dream Watch soon as well, and she had long since learned that entering the dreams of others while nude could have rather predictable side effects. All-in-all, she had only - only! - gained about six inches of height, so a previously baggy flannel and pajama pants would do for now. Overly revealing, perhaps, but she could live with that.
Moon raised and dream disruptions dealt with, Luna returned to the buffet laid before her. Tired of pancakes, she checked a covered dish to see what what else the kitchen had brought her. What she found was good as gold. Better, really, considering she had a whole vault of golden trinkets that wouldn't do a thing for her height. But a bountiful plate stacked with bacon sure would.
With the ravenous fury of a starving animal, she tore into the pile of meat. It's only after repeated rapping on the chamber door that she breaks free from her trance. Thinking quickly, she washed down a mouthful with a decent swig from a milk jug and called out that she would be "just a moment!" It was by no means the whole thing, but she had certainly improved from her first attempt.
Silently thankful that someone in the castle knew how to knock, she quickly toweled herself off with a napkin (somewhat successful) and stuffed her tits into her shirt (not even remotely successful). Her dream of looking presentable for her guest discarded, she opened the door and invited him in.
Holy gods, I'm huge. Rather than blurt out the first thing that came to mind, Luna instead cordially greeted him and helped him with his things.
It's a wise man who things to bring his own step-stool when measuring a princess. It's a wiser man still who recognizes when said princess is still growing and said measurements are futile.
"As requested" - the tailor began with a stuffy, detached air - "a few outfits cut to Princess Celestia's measurements. I can see you're otherwise occupied here, so I'll leave you to it. You'll still be needing a suit for tomorrow morning, I presume?"
Luna grabbed the oversized pajamas and ducked behind the privacy screen. While it still hid 'the goods', her head obviously poked out over the top of the seven-foot-high divider. "Yes, I hope to be meeting a very special individual."
He nodded. "I've prepared a few options, but I won't be able to complete anything without knowing your final sizes. Have you made any decisions in that regard?"
"No, I'm afraid not. It really depends on how far this meal will take me."
"Of course. One must make do with what they're given, after all. Humor me though. You're on pace to outgrow your sister's cup size well before you reach her height. Do you foresee yourself remaining so top-heavy?"
Luna considered the two gallons of full cream - as well as the other remaining jugs in the cooler - before replying in the affirmative.
He made a note on his pad. "All things considered, you're still rather slender. Will you be attempting to become, as Princess Celestia might say, 'pleasantly plump'? Or do you intend to tone and refine your muscle as you grow?"
She stopped dressing to peek over the screen. "I can do that? How does that work?"
"Indeed you can. I'm sure you'll find most typical exercise equipment woefully inadequate, but a simple bodyweight routine while you're still metabolizing will be quite effective. Your niece Princess Cadence was such a twiggy little thing before her first feast, but a few sessions of squats later and… well, you know."
"Yes yes, the Jewel of the Crystal Empire. Good to know." As she tied off the incredibly baggy bottom and adjusted her awkwardly fitting but still rather full top, memories of her dream self danced through her mind. Pip's version of her dream self, anyway.
She had been impossibly tall. But then again from her increasingly higher perspective, striking the 'impossibly' and replacing it with with 'very' seemed much more appropriate. Strong enough to wrestle all manner of monsters, yes, but still gentle enough to cuddle and caress her charge.
Finally, she answered. "Yes, I dare-say I'll put on some bulk before the night is over. Perhaps just a touch of thickening all over?"
He made a few notes as she stepped out from behind the screen. Ever the professional, he did not comment on how absurd she looked. Transitions are never perfect, after all. "Shoes will be an issue for you. I took the liberty of having a cobbler prepare some generously sized footwear, but with such short notice I'm afraid you may be left with nothing more than sandals."
Luna recalled her sister's most common choice: a basic leather pair with a few straps and little else. They work well with light, flowing dresses, but would clash with Luna's more formal choice of attire. "Hm, they'll have to do."
"Final question: Goal height?"
"Oh I don't know" - she shrugged - "just write down ten feet?"
"A very tentative ten feet, slightly thicker build, very generous chest. Missing anything?"
"Flawless ass. No, tremendous ass!" She hesitated for a moment "A flawless, tremendous ass? Can an enormous butt truly be without flaw?"
"I'm afraid anatomical philosophy is not my forte, but your desires are noted." He returned his pad to his satchel. "I'll be on my way then, seems I have an early morning ahead of me. You enjoy yourself."
"I shall. Thank you for your time, your work is truly appreciated."
As the heavy wooden door clicked shut, Luna once again returned to the mirror. She was greeted with something of a paradox. Wearing Celestia's hand-me-downs brought to mind the image of a little schoolgirl. An image that clashed with her wildly overdeveloped figure. It was a paradox with a simple resolution: She just had to outgrow her sister. It shouldn't be too difficult. After all, she could still feel the bacon within coaxing her larger and larger.
Having helped herself to a few more strips and a generous swig of milk, she decided to check up on the dreamscape again. Mostly to see if Pipsqueak was around, but also to confirm there were no pressing matters that needed her attention.
Seated upon her meditation cushion, she realized things didn't quite feel right. After a sequence of squats, and another round of bacon and milk, Luna's amplified ass felt right at home on the soft shaggy rug.
"No other padding needed? How convenient."
Fortunately, Equestria had been blessed with a quiet night. With nothing worthy of her attention to bother the peaceful sleepers, Luna could drift freely to find her target. Shining brightly as always, Pipsqueak's dream was easy to locate. With practiced ease, she drifted into his realm.
Snapping into the new reality, Luna found herself in a ship's cabin. Inspecting herself, she realized that last night's kiss must have sent the poor guy's hormones into overdrive. While her body said "goddess", her garb said "pirate stripper". Concerned her outfit will fall to shreds the first time she moves, she takes a few gentle steps.
Satisfied it will hold (at least until a stiff breeze), she ducked out the door onto the deck. Having surveyed the ship's crew, she quickly realized just how big he's made her. Even the tallest among them stood below her skirt. Thankfully, Pip had been so kind as to imagine her in underwear. For her bottom, anyway. She'd just have to live with constantly visible nipples.
While everyone on deck turned as she approached, only the captain himself showed much of a reaction. With a bright grin and practiced ease, the diminutive leader grabbed a hanging rope and swung across the ship.
"If it isn't my most beautiful companion!" Having landed squarely in her arms, he climbed onto the enormous shelf of her bosom and he beamed up at her. "I trust your final inspection went well? Are we ready to cast off and give chase to One-legged Lenny, the most dastardly pirate in the sky?"
An airship? That's new! Luna reflected before put on an admittedly silly accent. "Nearly all clear. There's just one matter that needs your attention. If you would, please come with me."
"Of course!" Not that he had much of a choice, now being firmly wedged in her cleavage.
As much as she hated to interrupt a dream in progress, this was too important. Upon walking through the doorway, the pair found themselves in a featureless white void.
A confused Pip squeaked, "Uh, what?"
"Fear not, I have merely paused things. We will return shortly, but first there is something we must discuss."
Taking a seat on the 'floor', the giantess extracted her companion and placed him in the air in front of her. Now that he was apparently seated in an invisible chair, they sat eye-to-eye.
"Pipsqueak, in our dream time together you have shown great courage, honor, and the key traits of heroism. I would like to invite you to live with me in Canterlot, so that we may grow to know each other more deeply, and develop your noble heart."
"What!? No way! Really?"
"Indeed. While we speak in dreamspace, my offer is genuine."
"That's amazing! Of course! But…" he trailed off and broke her gaze.
"Please, if you have any concerns then share them with me that they may be addressed."
"I just, well -" Pipsqueak stammered for a moment before finding his voice "- I'm happy with my home and my job. I'm not sure I want to be cooped up in some stuffy 'ol castle being bored all the time."
Luna couldn't help but laugh at that one. "I believe you'll find your new life anything but boring. You've proven yourself worthy to enlist in the Night Watch, the Royal Expedition League, or any number of conspiracies or secret societies."
"Cooool"
"Quite."
"But what about… us? Could we, you know…."
She restrains a chuckle as he makes a particularly lewd gesture. "Perhaps, but aren't you a bit young for such things?"
"Am not! My birthday was a while six months ago, I'm legal and everything!"
"Please accept my apologies. You must understand from my elevated perspective you seem so young. I had no idea you were of age."
"Now wait a minute, you were find to come visit the dream of some little kid built and dressed like that?"
She suppressed a blush before turning on him. "Don't put this on me, everything you see before you is the result of your imagination."
"Huh, you don't say." He looked down, getting an eyeful of her alphabet defying cleavage. As the gears turned in his head, she ballooned up another size. "Neat!"
"Cut that out."
"Aww."
Luna adjusted her top. "So you accept? You'll join me?"
"Sure!" Without hesitation, he cheered. "But if this is all my imagination, you're not really this big?"
"Not quite, but I believe you'll be pleasantly surprised tomorrow morning." She stood, and placed him on her shoulder. "But if that's all settled, I believe we have a villain to defeat?"
"Right-ho! He'll rue the day his bounty caught the attention of Pipsqueak the Privateer!"
One raucous, clothing destroying adventure later, Pipsqueak and Luna stood ready to board the vial bastard's zeppelin. Before they could act, Luna yelled out at her ally, "Dammit Pip! Now is not the time! Quit making me grow!"
He furrowed his brow. "What? I'm not! I stopped when we left port!"
"Then why are my clothes so tight?"
"What clothes?"
That gave Luna pause. Indeed, her shirt had fallen to shreds the first time the wind had caught it, and her skirt and panties had suffered a similar fate during a particularly deep lunge. Even her jewelry had been discarded. If she was so gloriously naked, then why the hell-
A momentary lapse of concentration was all it took for her to vanish from the deck and awaken back in the castle, clad in a rapidly shrinking set of pajamas. The lit candle told her she had only been "gone" a moment, but that had been enough for her to shoot up to - and even surpass - Celestia-size. With equal parts joy of surpassing her initial goal and annoyance of missing the end of Pipsqueak's adventure, she decided to give her blasted outfit the treatment it deserved.
After polishing off the gallon she had left out - whole milk, judging by the bulge in her shirt - she opened another tray. Apparently, Celestia had thought to include a little gift. Luna smiled as she read the card. Enjoy yourself, and be sure to say hi tomorrow. I want to see your progress!
A dozen-egg omelet, stuffed with steak and sausage, served on a bed of weaved bacon with a particularly tall, ice-cold mug of milk on the side. After making a quick toast to her sister's kindness, she took a drink. With a flavor so rich and thick, this was clearly not milk at all. Despite the delicious surprise, Luna continued to gulp down the heavy cream.
The effect was immediate. Even as she set the empty glass down, her entire body began to swell and plumpen. Her already massive chest was the most obvious target, but she could feel her bottom half undergoing a similar transformation. Indeed, in a matter of moments her clothing had gone from "uncomfortably full" to "stretched beyond reason".
The pants were the first go give, as they practically disintegrated beneath the force of her ass as she leaned forward to grab the plate. Her shirt soon followed: not just bursting open, but tearing at the sleeves as well. Tattered clothing fallen to the floor, she gave a brief shrug and tore into her sister's gift.
Feast fully consumed and circuits of exercise completed, Luna found herself bored. She had a few hours to kill before her fitting (hopefully she would be done growing by then) and had cleared her schedule for the night. With little else to do, she fell back on her classic pastime and elected to masturbate.
Of course, why should she do the work herself when she could just as easily conjure a dreamscape and have herself taken care of? After another trip to her mirror to get her dream-self's proportions right, she laid out a towel and took a seat on the floor.
She was on a vast, rolling hill beneath a vibrant, starlight sky. Apparently, she had been a bit more excited than she thought; she had decidedly not gotten her proportions correct. Thankfully, the dreamscape's relaxed rules allowed her to recline comfortably, despite her tremendously overgrown ass. And while her bust obscured the rest of her body and made her real self's beach-balls seem flat and underdeveloped, she had no problem reaching - and squeezing - her hypersensitive nipples. While she couldn't see it beyond her impossible chest, she could feel her mound was swollen and aching with need.
Getting to work, she summoned a dream-form of her favorite companion. Probably not as good as the real thing, but it would in a pinch and just might pull him into her realm.
Okay, wow. Why is he so tiny? The small figure sat comfortably in the palm of her hand. Had she really overgrown herself that much?
"Whatever, he'll do all the same," she mused as she reached around and placed him before her dripping cave.
With an almost robotic rhythm, the dream clone tweaked and massaged her bulging clit. Suddenly, Luna was wracked with waves of pleasure as the pace increased. Once gentle and almost relaxing, Luna cried out as Pipsqueak's aggression escalated. Now suckling and squeezing, he was virtually entombed by her monumental thighs. As quickly as it arrived, Luna's climax faded, and she was left panting and exhausted on the hillside.
"Hiya Princess!" It had taken a few minutes, but Pip had crawled up her belly and through the cavern of cleavage. "Boy, you sure know how to show a guy a good time. Was this all me?"
"No, this is of my own doing. It seems I had let myself get more pent up than I had expected." She shifted her weight, but not enough to throw him aside. "I must thank you for the relief, I am feeling much better now."
"No problem!" He rolled over and gazed up at the stars. "Sure is peaceful here."
"Quite." Luna nodded in agreement. "I hope to teach you to conjure this sort of thing for yourself. Having a private space to collect one's thoughts and attend personal matters is quite valuable. Unfortunately, the rising sun means our time has come to an end." He was in awe as she lifted him up. Her massive form loomed over him as she spoke. "Fret not! I will soon arrive and collect you myself."
After kissing her small, juice-drenched partner, she returned to reality. It was a reality in which she was slightly less absurdly proportioned, but only just so. She was still clearly growing, but she threw on the sheet-turned-mumu the tailor had left and set out. She stopped only once to flag down a guard - one about half her size - and sent for cleaning service to her room. It just wouldn't do to have a mess of leftovers, ruined clothes and a particularly love-soaked towel when her companion arrived.
"Twelve feet, three inches and counting. I must say you've exceeded all expectations."
Luna smiled proudly. "But not exceeded your ability to clothe me, I hope?"
"Not yet, anyway. The suit is enhanced to stretch to fit even your build. However, due to the added size I can only guarantee the magic will hold for five hours. Less, if you grow significantly in that time."
It was just past six, she ran the numbers in her head and figured there would be plenty of time to pick up Pipsqueak, give him a brief introduction and still be back before eleven. It had been a rather long night, so she'd be happy to be in bed before noon.
"That will have to do. Thank you kindly."
"Do try to be out of it before it's too small to wear, it will be much easier to make it into a permanent solution than to start from scratch."
"Of course."
The train ride was rather uneventful. Having a private car allowed her to to avoid most unwanted attention, but she certainly attracted some looks boarding and disembarking. I suppose one can't blossom into a giantess overnight without turning a few heads.
The visit to Pipsqeak's apartment was rather straightforward as well. As he had already packed the necessities, we was ready to go as soon as she knocked on his door. It was probably for the best he didn't invite her in; Luna was sure she wouldn't be able to stand in the cramped studio. She had her doubts that she would be able to fully recline without putting a foot through the wall. She declined to ask about how he could live in such a place, but was amused when she recalled his concerns about being 'cooped up' in the castle.
Pipsqueak was awed when they boarded the train. "Cool! We get a whole car to ourselves?"
Luna nodded. "The door locks on our side, as well."
Something clicked in Pip's mind. "So, say I wanted to do something like what we did on the hill last night..."
"Our privacy would be assured."
Apparently, he was just as skilled in reality as he had been in the dream. Luna was speechless. As the words eluded her, she decided instead to lie back and recollect herself.
Pip looked up from between her legs. "Wow, you're even more delicious for real!"
With a decent portion of the trip still ahead of them, Luna recalled another way to pass the time. "Would you like to see a trick?" She asked with a seductive grin.
"Sure do!"
"The kitchen should be one car over. Be a dear and fetch me a gallon of milk. While, if they have it."
He looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull when he saw the effect it had on her.
Having arrived at the castle's court, Luna noted that her suit was a touch strained, but otherwise holding fast.
Celestia warmly greeted the young man. "So you're the one who has charmed my sister so? It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's an honor, Princess Celestia." He bowed deeply as he spoke.
"Oh my, and so polite too!" Celestia turned - and looked up - to address her sister. "And Luna, look at you: You've grown so magnificent in such a short time! I can't wait to see how large you end up."
Luna briefly pondered the possibilities. "The process was quite enjoyable, but I daresay twelve and a half feet is enough."
"You don't know? I could have sworn I mentioned it. Only about half of a Princess's growth is immediate. The rest will occur throughout the week." Celestia stepped back before she spoke again. "Longer, perhaps, considering how much you've done already."
"What!?" Luna was floored. "That's insane? How could I grow so much from a single meal?"
Celestia paused to reflect. "Well, my most significant gains were made when I was channeling power from the sun. Perhaps you were drawing from your connection to the moon? Have you had any… 'large' dreams as of late?"
"I have indeed. I've grown six feet so far, I can expect to grow again that much more? That's far too large! We have to put a stop to this at once!"
"Even more if you continue to 'dream big' as it were. But it can't be helped," Celestia brushed aside Luna's concerns, "we'll just have to let the magic run its course and deal with the aftermath. I'm sure we've got some sort of shrinking spell in the library, but do you really want to throw all of this away?"
"Certainly not all of it, but I can't be eighteen feet tall! That's absurd!"
"Any particular reason?" Celestia inquired. "The castle's high ceilings are more than accommodating. Judging by the look on your consort's face, he'll accept you just the same."
Pipsqueak silently blushed and nodded as Celestia spoke. "See? He loves the idea. A two story tall Princess? How incredible! You know, I might like to join you up there." Luna was aghast, but Celestia continued. "With your blessing, of course. Don't let me steal your thunder!"
Luna was increasingly exasperated. "Sister, please."
"Oh fine. Look, if it will ease your concerns, I'll send a letter to Princess Twilight. She was fascinated by the subject and if anyone knows how to reverse your growth it will be her. I'll copy our librarian as well, if we don't have any literature on the topic we should see about getting some written."
Luna finally let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Thank you. I must take my leave, it's been a long night for me and it's getting late."
"Sleep well, dear sister."
Luna threw herself on to the bed. What had once been extravagantly huge was now merely appropriate. "Pip, be a dear and undress me before this suit shrinks off."
He didn't want to say anything, but during the piggyback ride to her room, he had noticed the jacket was growing tighter and tighter around her bust. "With pleasure, ma'am!"
Suit hung on the outer doorknob for collection and blackout shades drawn, the room was shrouded in darkness. Lit only by the faux moonlight of the enchanted ceiling, Luna contemplated the enormity of her form.
Pip spoke out to reassure her. "Aw, don't be down! So what if you have to spend a few days being extra huge? Twilight Sparkle is the smartest around! If there's a way to turn this back, she'll find it!"
"And if there isn't?"
"Then you get to keep being the biggest, prettiest, best princess around!"
"You little flatterer."
"Too little for you?"
"Never. Get over here."
"Yes ma'am!"
Snuggled deeply together, they slept, and dreamed.
