A Big, Bad Decision

Apple Bloom felt the single weirdest, strangest sensation of being warm. Not that being warm was strange, but she was just standing there. It was like a blanket, enveloping her and making her feel...better. It felt amazing, it was heaven in food. Then her stomach began to hurt. Badly. Apple Bloom screamed, before the pain subsided. She felt...full. Like she had just eaten. Eaten too much. She looked down, and she looked like she had eaten too much. Then, she felt pins and needles...farther than her hoof. Her legs were longer. She was standing, and suddenly shot upwards. Her hooves stretched, like years of growth all packed into seconds, as cells divided rapidly to accommodate to the pony they were supposed to be. Around half a foot, she was around a fourth of a foot taller. Her legs and stomach had become longer and bigger. She had aged, but without the education or the other things that came with it. Taller, bigger...stronger. She jumped, and found herself a foot higher than usual. She let go of the bottle, and hadn't had more than a mere. measly sip of it. She looked at her friends, pondering the possibilties of the entire bottle. Then, a small sound, like a powder keg about to explode sounded,ringing in the fillies ears, and Apple bloom felt the strangest sensation of being stretched. The Crusader shot up another whole foot, instantly feeling nauseous and dizzy, like she needed to throw up. Fortunately, she didn't.

Scootaloo was the tallest. They were tall adults, compared to the usual height. and had barely had a sip. Scootaloo wandered around, finding she was faster, stronger...and her wings had grown in fully. She flapped them experimentally, the wings tingling, due to low use. Her wings were enormous, they were longer then her friends nose-to-tail. She flapped faster, no longer feeling the suppressing gravity. Her inner magic kicked in and allowed her to soar. She flapped, and went several feet up, before Sweetie Belle ran around, amazed at the fact her magic was functioning perfectly. The three looked at each other, finding a crest decorated their flank. An apple, lightning bolt and music note respectively inside the pink and purple crest. The crusaders had ended their search.  "Something about working together but having our own lives." Apple bloom concluded. The other crusaders agreed, because it had a portion of their own personality, but they had the same crest. Apple Bloom looked around, finding a tree by the side of the castle. She bucked it, and the thick trunk cracked, before falling over. Apple Bloom started screaming. The three ran back inside, all silently thankful the elements of Harmony had gone to Canterlot for two weeks. Most of the town was also in Canterlot, something about a ceremony, and changelings, and friends, or something. The crusaders had absolutely, positively no idea how those ideas were linked, but whatever.

Rushing back to the potions room, Apple Bloom felt an actual sense of directionism. She had a compass in her apple loving farm brain. She jumped down a flight of stairs, little cracks in the crystalline floor growing, due to Spike, for various incidents which could merit an entire book on them alone. Scootaloo hadn't touched the ground since she realized her wings had grown, and ducked to not hit the ceiling. Sweetie lifted the door, because Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had kicked it down earlier. Sweetie fixed it the best she could, and Bloom just hit it until it worked. "Alright girls. Since the 'grow' potion was pinkie-pie pink, i think a dark green potion would put us back to normal." Scootaloo walked past a shelf, and found a bubbling blue container. "This one says 'normaility.' I think the dark green would make us even small then our normal height, remember the Poison Joke outbreak?" The other two nodded. Apple Bloom recalled her 'little' sister. Poison joke on Applejack was very funny, Apple Bloom recalled.

"Alright. There are a lot of bottles of pinkie-pie pink, normality, and I found the dark green one. I'mma call it...we should name these, the colors will get confusing." Apple Bloom rambled on. Scootaloo looked at the dark green bottle. it was labeled "pacification", it had a murky green color, like a corrupted swamp.Sweetie Belle took an instant dislike to the rotten health food looking liquid chemical. There was a substantial amount of "pacification", along with the other bottles, named "normality", and Pinkie-pie pink. The girls tasted Normality, finding they felt cold and weak. It didn't taste good, but not necessarily bad. It was water, essentially. They felt cold, because being big was so warm.

Sweetie Belle's magic was weak and sputtered a lot, dropping the bottle, before picking it up again. She took a sip of "pacification", and suddenly felt warm, and the same healthy as Pinkie Pie Pink. Something had happened, and it felt good. She took a deep breath, feeling as though she had the capacity to intake more air. Everything was big. The crusaders looked around, amazed by their small, unimportant sizes.

"Yeah, that sucked." Scootaloo said. They had normality again, and were normal sized. "Ya'll, I'm a mighty hungry." The crusaders raided the kitchen, finding a cake in the fridge. Scootaloo shoved most of it in her mouth, before Applebloom stole the rest and ate it. Sweetie found a container of cookies and stuffed three into her mouth befire she strated choking. Apple bloom noticed, and slapped her back until the cookie came out. "Cookies?" She asked. The crusaders began fighting, before a bottle fell. Bloom caught it.

Apple Bloom sniffed Pinkie Pie pink again, before finding the cork and holding the particularity large bottle in her mouth and running to the biggest room in the castle, which additionally was empty. Her friends followed her, until they entered the room. It was massive, around three hundred meters long and wide, and maybe two-thirds as tall. Apple Bloom put the bottle down, before clenching her teeth on the brown cork. She ripped out the cork, and spat it out. Sweetie popped open hers and Scootaloo's, before putting them down again. "I want to do more than a sip this time. We can do the whole bottle, there are countless bottles of this stuff in the Room." Scootaloo explained. The girls excitedly ran around, appreciating their small sizes. They walked back over to the bottles, and picked them up. "All." They agreed.

The pink liquid cascaded down their throats, a tingly warm feeling pervading them. Incredible amounts of adrenaline passed through them, making the three absolutely giddy. Dopamine, oxytocin, serotonin and endorphins flooded their systems, and they suddenly felt full. Sweetie Belle looked down to find her stomach if she ate like Twist, but without Twist's off-the-charts metabolism. Suddenly, even more happy chemicals and adrenaline passed through them, as the liquid slowly left the bottle. Sweetie started feeling hungry, and her stomach was much lighter. Her legs were were stretching, and their usual three foot heights were history. Three feet was approximately the size of her leg, the rest of her body widening and growing.

Apple Bloom felt extremely full, then hungry. She was a bit shorter than the average filly, but that was behind her. She had downed the bottle quickly, and felt little explosions on her hooves. Her legs stretched, the mass of her stomach, the calories both the potion and the food the crusaders had, quickly depleting to satisfy the growth. Apple Bloom found herself taller then big Mac, and somewhere around six feet. The average mare was four foot, fillies three, and stallions 4'5. Big Mac was 4'11, at the tip of his ear. Apple Bloom walked around. "Sweet Apple Acres." she said. The three were starving.

Sweetie had teleported them right in front of the castle, then in the middle of Ponyville in Town Hall, then to the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres. They started to buck the trees, biting into the moist apples. As they took in more food, they started to "inch", and a tingly feeling surrounded them. The potion was activated by carbohydrates, when the food mixed with the extremely potent potion, it exploded, and was converted into energy. That was used to expand their bodies, and the more they ate, the more they were hungry. Sweetie Belle bit into the trunk of a tree, still hungry. Her teeth crunched through the thick trunk, and ate it. Her friends grew with her, their large stomachs growling their pleasure. They weren't starving, but wanted more. If they didn't have more soon, then the hungry would kick in. Abandoning their morals, their stomachs begged for more. Any second where they weren't swallowing or chewing or digesting, or searching for more food, they were hit with small waves of pain. If they did conform, their bodies rewarded them with doses of adrenaline and more growth. It was a vicious cycle.

The crusaders were satisfied. They had eaten an average of thirteen thousand apples, two hundred forty trees, 19 bushes, and an insurmountable amount of grass blades. The crusaders were several inches above six feet, and their stomachs bulged and flopped out unflatteringly from under them. When they walked, their stomachs swerved and jiggled. When Scootaloo stepped hoof on the cement, it cracked under her. She flapped her enormous wings, her wingspan nearly as long as ten ponies! She took off, flying into the sky. She quietly thanked the Princess for making the sky so big. Ponies screamed and ran, although panicking was not an uncommon occurrence in town.

The constant growth spurt had stopped, but when the girls breathed, their chest kept some of it's shape, becoming bigger and bigger. Scootaloo checked her stomach, finding it was shrinking. The warm, pleasant feeling raced through her, and found she was subtly growing. She put two and two together, and realized eating fueled the growth. Scootaloo dismissed this, as the growth felt so good. Sweetie Belle wandered into the relatively empty Ponyville market, with most vendors on break. Sweetie scoured the stand, gulping down any stray piece of food she could find. Her body rewarded he with another growth spurt, finally as tall as fifteen ponies, the height of Carousel Boutique!

Sweetie experimentally used her horn. A powerful, light green aura surrounded it, and her eyes flashed their pale green. Her magic was so powerful, and another wave of adrenaline rushed through her, triggering her to shoot up two more feet. The sheer excitement of it kept her steadily inching upwards.

Could she teleport? Only powerful unicorns could, but she couldn't forget she ripped eight trees out of the ground at once and ate them, without her magic wavering. Sweetie concentrated, and tentatively opened an eye. She and her friends were in a mythical plain. It was millions of miles of overgrown grass, a big forest to the sides, and rivers. "i thought this place was a myth!" Sweetie was now around ten foot, the teleportation had shot her up another foot and a half. Sweetie looked around, finding she had teleported her friends as well. The girls started shrieking, and finding a tall tree to measure themselves to.

Sweetie felt hungry. The food she had stuffed into her mouth had done it's job, and six feet of it. She bent down, and took a sip from the wide river. The water cascaded down her throat, and her friends followed her example. They kept slowly stretching, little cracks as their joints grew and moved down. Their frame grew and the ground pushed in under their weight. The crusaders wandered around the landscape, amazed by both their size and their surroundings.