Author's Note

This is intended as an idea dump of sorts for my own story concepts. Please do not solicit your own ideas.

Prompt: Fluttershy and Rarity, both 19 weeks pregnant with a LOT of foals, are in Carousel Boutique doing measurements for new clothes. It was only the week prior Fluttershy was in here getting fitted for maternity wear, but she’s growing so fast that it doesn’t fit her anymore! They’re quickly realizing they’re fighting a losing battle, but Fluttershy wants to at least try to wear clothes for a bit longer. Rarity doesn’t mind—she’s always up for designing a new outfit, and she needs to fit herself as well. She also doesn’t mind that measuring Fluttershy like this means she gets a firsthand look at Fluttershy’s progression…

Fluttershy is standing on a raised platform Rarity has all her clients on while she measures them. Fluttershy’s belly is bigger than Rarity’s, but Rarity has larger breasts.

Contains: Anthro, Hyper Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Maiesiophilia

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Animal Handler and a Hyper-Pregnant Fashionista - Week 19

Art by ForFun41.

“Rarity?” said Fluttershy.

“...pity cashmere doesn’t stretch more—hmm?” Rarity glanced back at her. “Yes, darling?”

Fluttershy put a hand on her rounded middle. Soft and firm, her medicine ball-sized womb stuck out in front of her for all to see. “I’m not… TOO big, am I?”

Rarity smiled. “Not at all! You heard Twilight at our last check-up, didn’t you? We’re all exactly the size we should be!”

Fluttershy pulled her arms behind her back. “I know, but… even so.”

Rarity turned to properly examine her—slowly, mind you. Being immensely pregnant herself, she wasn’t in a habit of making sudden movements. “Why? Did somepony say something to you?”

Fluttershy chewed on her lip. “I was getting some triage supplies the other day from Doctor Fauna. There was a mother with a little girl and a boy in the waiting room, and when I went by, the little girl said, ‘Wow, Mommy! That lady’s HUGE!’”

Rarity could only sigh. From the mouths of babes, as they said.

“And when I turned to look, I saw the mother staring at me.” Fluttershy’s face heated up. “She was… really, really surprised. She just gawked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’d think word would’ve gotten around by now about what’s happened to all of us. Guess a few ponies were living under a rock, it seems… I wouldn’t trouble yourself over it. What matters is that you’re happy with yourself.”

Fluttershy fidgeted as Rarity wrapped the tape around her, holding it just below her navel. “Have you gotten any ponies staring at you when you go out?”

Rarity chuckled. “Oh, I have my admirers.” With magic, she floated over a bolt of fine silk, wrapping the thin ribbon around her burgeoning womb like a harness. “You know me, I always make sure I’m looking fabulous wherever I go, and I must say, it’s been quite easy to identify the ponies in town that are attracted to… ‘the pregnant form’, shall we say?”

Fluttershy hesitated. “Wait… really?”

“Oh, most definitely!” Rarity slipped on her glasses to write down Fluttershy’s measurements, measuring out lengths of silk as she went. “Like Time Turner! Ho-ho, is he EVER interested! His eyes are glued to me wherever I go, and—oh, get this—he’s such a dear, he always tries to help me with whatever I ask. Doesn’t even try to hide that he’s hard as a rock—he just likes to look at me.”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Ponies are… attracted to pregnancy?”

“...Well, not ALL ponies,” Rarity admitted. “But there are a good number that are. Not all of them stallions, either—Lyra Heartstrings? Incredibly attracted. I was on a walk last week in the park, and I was wearing this adorable teal ensemble with black leggings. The top was form-fitting, of course, but other than that, completely and totally conservative! But as soon as Lyra saw me coming her way, she stared at me slack-jawed, not even strumming her little lyre. Oh, the green-eyed monster got her hard, I could tell. I wouldn’t be surprised if her or Bon-Bon is expecting next heat season…”

It was hard for Fluttershy to get her head around. She’d never even considered some ponies might be attracted to the concept of… this. A huge baby bump growing bigger and bigger with each passing day? Sore, heavy breasts that leaked randomly? The mood swings, cravings, and hormones? What?

“What do you think it is?” Fluttershy asked. “About pregnancy, I mean. What makes it so… a-arousing?”

“Oh, I doubt it’s any one thing.” Rarity sketched out some patterns on some parchment, mostly of pants, but also some tops, as well. “It’s most likely something different for each pony. Some might like the big, round, foal-filled belly, teeming with life and growing with each passing week. Others might like how mare’s body changes, the hips getting wider, the butt and boobs getting bigger, and all that. Some might like the concept of breastfeeding, or even just the idea of a mare lactating! The urge to reproduce is a rather basic one, isn’t it? When you really think about it, it’s not all that surprising a lot of ponies find the process attractive.”

Fluttershy frowned. That… was a lot of info, a lot of it suspiciously detailed. Rarity currently had her back turned, so without a word, Fluttershy snuck a look at Rarity’s plump rear. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of silk panties because none of her clothes fit, either...

Even from the back, Fluttershy could tell they were rather damp.

“Rarity,” Fluttershy said slowly. “You…?”

Rarity burst out laughing.

“I used to think it was a bad thing, you know.” She looked over her shoulder with a coy wink. “Thought I was being naughty. Thought I was a deviant. Time straightened out that little mistake, but I spent years skulking around, harboring what I thought was a dark secret.”

Fluttershy didn’t know what to say. Just when you think you know a pony, it turns out they have a hidden pregnancy fetish. What other kinds of kinks did Rarity have? What, was she next going to say that she had a macro fetish, too?

“I’ve always looked forward to the day I could get pregnant.” Rarity smiled as she stroked her full belly, a great, gravid mass that drew attention wherever she went. “Of course, there’s a difference between appreciating pregnancy, and being pregnant yourself. I was worried I wouldn’t like it when I was going through the experience, but my, was THAT a needless fear! I’ve enjoyed every minute of this, and let me tell you, I certainly can’t complain about what this has done for my girls!”

Rarity gestured to her colossal breasts. Heavy, grand, and firm, they were the largest pair Fluttershy had ever seen. They were like pillow-sized marshmallows that rested comfortably atop her massive swell, swaying gently with her every step.

“And even better, I’ve gotten insight on how to design maternity wear!” Rarity beamed and clapped her hands. “I’m going to be putting together an expansive line for the fall season, and I’ve already gotten orders on reserve just through word of mouth alone! It’s going to be fabulous!”

A smile of her own crept up on Fluttershy’s lips. Personal confusion aside, to hear Rarity sound so excited had to be a good thing.

“I just never really even considered it,” Fluttershy said. “I always thought that being pregnant was a thing stallions didn’t like, you know? That’s what all the magazines and books and plays always say...”

“Fluttershy, take it a girl that does her own marketing and advertising.” Rarity turned to face her. “The media is filled with flaky, backstabbing blowhards that always have a spin. An angle. An intended way to portray something, whether it’s actually the truth or not. They can’t outright lie to you—that’s quite illegal—but they CAN show something in a certain light that’ll make you connect the dots. If they think it’ll get them the most bits, a lot of influential ponies out there will push to make everypony think that things are a certain way. That doesn’t mean it reflects reality.”

Fluttershy winced. She hadn’t really thought of that. “I… suppose you have a point…”

Rarity stepped closer, gently patting Fluttershy’s womb. “What’s happening to us is beautiful. This is a sign of life—of health, love, and fertility! This is how you let the world know that you’re a mare! Every girl only gets pregnant a certain number of times in their life, so don’t get caught up in the woes and aches and pains and worries. Enjoy the experience, darling. Don’t be ashamed or afraid.”

Fluttershy looked over to the side. She hated to admit it, but a large part of her had been fretting. What it would mean, the changes it would bring, the impressions of everyone around her. The concerns were even starting to keep her up at night.

Straightening up, Fluttershy clenched her jaw and nodded, a steely glint now in her eyes.

“O-Okay.”