Expanding Consciousness, Expanding Waistline

Two sensations pulled Fluttershy back into consciousness, out from the haze of her chocolate coma. First was the spicy scent of new incense sticks that Tree Hugger had just lit. The second was a strange tingling from somewhere between her haunches.

Fluttershy opened her eyes. She was still perched atop her own belly, several times larger than herself. The light from the window and skylights hadn’t shifted very much—so she’d been asleep for less than an hour. Tree Hugger was nearby; she hummed some near-eastern drone to herself as she watered her hundreds of potted plants. Her belly, stuffed with a comparatively small number of brownies, hung to six inches above the floor and wobbled with every step she took.

She noticed Fluttershy. “Ah, you’ve returned from higher states of consciousness to grace this mortal plane, once again. Were the vibes good?”

“I… don’t know.” Fluttershy furrowed her brows as she looked down at her friend. “Tree Hugger… you… you really…” She sighed. “I’m not disturbing the feng shui in here, am I? I’d hate to do that…”

“Nah, it’s all groovy. A symbol of Mother Sun is a great wellspring of chi.”

“Um, what?”

Tree Hugger set down her watering can and trotted to Fluttershy’s side. “Mother Sun is big, round, and yellow.” She prodded Fluttershy’s belly, causing it to jiggle. “You know what else is big, round, and yellow?”

“Oh my… Oh!” Fluttershy started—sloshing her gut with the sudden movement—as the tingling between her hind legs suddenly doubled.

“You sound out of balance. What’s troubling you?”

Fluttershy sighed. “I don’t want to be the Sun.”

“Bummer. But I know just the thing to realign your chakras.”

“Tree Hugger, if you say ‘Brownies,’ I swear I’m going to scream.”

“A hug.” Tree Hugger reared back and embraced Fluttershy’s gargantuan gut—which, in practice, meant that she spread her forelegs and squished her upper body into that belly’s wobbly, yellow side.

Fluttershy couldn’t help but smile. That hug actually did feel kind of nice. But that strange tingling near her backside persisted—in fact, it was still growing stronger. She reached back, trying to feel the cause, but she couldn’t get far enough: weighed down by her oversized stomach, she couldn’t arch her back enough to reach between her haunches with a foreleg. Nevertheless, Fluttershy tried a few times—squishing her face into her own belly as she strained—before she remembered her wings. With her right wing, she reached back easily enough, but what she felt was… confusing. Her feathers brushed across a rather private part of herself; she felt squishy roundness where, even accounting for the sudden growth of her belly, she should have felt air.

Until quite recently, Fluttershy had possessed a thin, graceful profile—including a nearly flat pair of teats. Now, as she reached back, she felt instead mammaries as large as a pair of grapefruits. As her feathers traced those curves, as they flitted over her soft nipples, a slight but unmistakable jolt of pleasure raced from Fluttershy’s teats and up her spine. And then, she felt them grow—their soft flesh pressing her wing away, swelling as large as cantaloupes in just a few seconds. And at the precise moment they grew, their tingling intensified.

“Oh, my…” Fluttershy said under her breath. She felt back there with her other wing, as if to confirm this was really happening. And she was just in time to feel with both wings as her teats expanded again, each gaining another six inches in diameter. At their widest point, they brushed against the back of her haunches. Unconsciously, Fluttershy flexed her back legs, which squeezed her mammaries together and set them jiggling against each other—then they grew yet again, bulging around her haunches and between her groping feathers. She blushed and folded her wings back against her sides, then relaxed her legs to stop squeezing her teats. Said teats responded to this newfound freedom by expanding some more, until they squeezed back against Fluttershy’s haunches.

“Oh, um, Tree Hugger?”

“Yes?” Tree Hugger ceased nuzzling her friend’s humongous belly to look up at her face.

“Didn’t you say something about…” Another mammary growth spurt made Fluttershy pause and bite back a potentially embarrassing yelp of pleasure. “...about side effects from those brownies? Something about mares with… teats bigger than their heads?”

Fluttershy’s had passed that point several growth surges ago. At their lowest point they hung a few inches past her hooves, and their sides slowly pushed her hind legs forward. They jiggled and wobbled, as much from their own growth as from Fluttershy’s movement.

“Sis,” Tree Hugger said, “I say so many things, even I can’t keep track of them all.”

“Oh, okay. But how many… Oooohhh… how many brownies did those mares eat?”

“I dunno. One, maybe two.”

“Oh, my. Oh my. Oooooohhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmnnng. Tree Hugger, how many brownies did I just eat?”

“I lost count. Math isn’t really my thing.”

“Of course not. Um, Tree Hugger? I think my chakras really are out of alignment now.”

“Oh? What’s the source of your bad vibrations?”

Fluttershy pointed towards her backside. “Please, just… hhhhhhhhhhnnngggg… just look. After all, ‘To perceive the truth, you need to see it,’ right?”

“Whoa.” Tree Hugger’s eyes widened—a rare expression on her face. “That is really deep, sis. I’ll need to remember that one.”

Fluttershy slammed her face into her own belly and whimpered incoherently. By this point, her crotchboobs each had the mass of an adult pony—they were large enough to brush against the crystals and streamers hanging from the nearest potted trees—and their growth showed no signs of stopping.

Tree Hugger trotted behind Fluttershy and looked up, gazing for several seconds at the immensity of those teats. As they grew even further—jiggling all the while—her eyes followed the nipples, so tiny against those huge curves. And Tree Hugger pronounced her judgement: “Nice.”

“What?” Fluttershy lifted her face from her belly.

Tree Hugger didn’t answer with words, but with her hooves. She reared back, reached up, and prodded the underside of those huge crotchboobs. Her hooves sank up to her pasterns into those soft curves—she felt the liquid pressure pushing back, especially as the teats swelled even larger.

“Eeep!” Blushing furiously, Fluttershy lowered her head and hid her face behind her hooves and mane.

Tree Hugger prodded a few more times—staring with a spaced-out grin on her face—while those huge, yellow orbs wobbled at every touch. They inflated with milk right in Tree Hugger’s hooves, larger and larger—Fluttershy’s tiny nipples bobbing up and down as they drew closer to the floor. The teats loomed overhead, swelling with the mass of two ponies each, and then even more. Even the cleavage between them was deep enough to swallow Tree Hugger whole.

“Beautiful,” Tree Hugger said, as she continued to caress them. “Like the cosmic titties of the Galactic Dam…”

The massive mammaries grew large enough that, at their lowest point, a pony could touch them without rearing back. And Tree Hugger, who already was rearing back, could now touch an even sweeter prize. Acting on ancient instincts, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth gently to one of Fluttershy’s nipples. As Tree Hugger brushed her tongue over, and pursed her lips around it, the soft nub stiffened at her touch.

“Hnnnnnnnnnn…” Fluttershy peeked out from behind her hair. “Tree Hugger, what are you doing?”

Tree Hugger tightened her lips and sucked. There was no response at first, aside from a quiet gurgle somewhere deep inside that mammary, but she persisted. Then, a few seconds later, a few drops of milk dribbled out of the nipple. The liquid was sweet and creamy on Tree Hugger’s tongue, and she sucked again, coaxing the dribble to grow into a trickle.

“Eeee!” Fluttershy blushed, harder than before. Tree Hugger’s suckling was like an angel’s kiss—an intense, confusing beacon of pleasure, through the haze of continued tingles. “Why would you do that? Why would you do that?”

Tree Hugger swallowed her mouthful of milk, that slight motion jiggling the crotchboob again—and setting its twin a-jiggling with it—as is pressed against her muzzle. Then, stimulated by her touch, the milk glands sped up production. Milk suddenly poured from that nipple, filling Tree Hugger’s cheeks within seconds. Her eyes widened only slightly as she gulped a mouthful down, and then another, and another. It was like drinking straight from a garden hose, but much tastier. And with each swallow, Tree Hugger’s already-swollen belly inflated a little further. Her waistline grew, inch after inch, pressing into her own hind legs as she drank and drank.

Eventually, Tree Hugger stopped suckling, and the flow of milk slowed to a trickle once more. She pulled away and returned all four hooves to the ground, her milk-and-brownie-stuffed gut sloshing from the motion. She had to spread her legs just to stand upright, and even so, her limbs squished into the sides of her bloated stomach. Then, with her belly nearly brushing the floor as it swayed beneath her, she trotted over to Fluttershy’s other teat.

“Don’t want the other one feeling lonely…” Tree Hugger said. Rearing back, she spread her forelegs and tried to embrace that crotchboob, and found she couldn’t begin to wrap her legs around it. And when she began suckling this nipple, it only took a few seconds to trigger the full flow of delicious Fluttershy milk.

“Mmmmhhh?” Fluttershy moaned into her hooves. She kicked her hind legs, causing her crotchboobs to shake even harder. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm…”

Tree Hugger continued to gulp down the nourishing liquid, inflating her gut larger with every mouthful. When she hugged the teat a little harder, her forelegs squeezed a few inches into its soft sides—which caused milk to pour out even faster. A thin stream of white dribbled out the side of Tree Hugger’s mouth and down her muzzle, but most of that milk rushed down her gullet and filled her stomach larger and larger. Her belly pressed against Fluttershy’s boob as it swelled further—and the boob pressed right back, squishing against Tree Hugger’s belly, forelegs, and even her face as it inflated larger and larger. The amount Tree Hugger drank from those ballooning teats was miniscule compared to how much milk Fluttershy was still producing; she might as well have tried draining a lake with just a teaspoon.

At long last, Tree Hugger decided she’d had enough. This time, the floor shook when her hooves hit the hardwood planks. Her belly—now swollen with even more milk than brownies—rested on the floor, squeezed between it and her back. It squished out horizontally, bloated to nearly three times her normal width—swallowing her legs nearly halfway as it bulged around them.

“Woah…” Tree Hugger said, rubbing her gut with one foreleg, her hoof squishing into its sloshy sides. “That really hit the spot.”

Then she blinked at a sudden weight atop her mane. Fluttershy’s teats had inflated with five ponies’ mass in milk apiece, swelling large enough for one of them to rest on Tree Hugger’s head. “Heh. I dig this hat.”

Tree Hugger slid out from under the massive crotchboob and waddled a few feet away. “Fluttershy, you’re delicious, you know? You’ve got a gift.”

Fluttershy just moaned.

“You need to share this gift.” Tree Hugger turned to the front door. “I’m gonna ask the cowmmune down the street if I can borrow a milking machine. Don’t go anywhere.” She slowly made her way to the front of the room. Her stuffed gut dragged along the floor, and stuck out so far to the sides that her legs had to squish it out of the way with every step. She bumped against nearly every potted plant as she went, until she reached the door.

“Peace,” Tree Hugger said, before squeezing her bulk through the doorway.

Fluttershy removed her hooves from her face, then sighed and went limp, sprawling atop the huge cushion of her belly.

Her crotchboobs continued inflating—if anything, they grew slightly faster than before, spurred into more milk production by Tree Hugger’s suckling. They touched the floor now, and they grew up against the potted trees behind her, the rough bark poking into Fluttershy’s sensitive skin. Her haunches and hind legs turned farther forward to accommodate her huge teats—swollen with seven ponies’ weight in milk and counting—but even so, her limbs squished into those inflating sides.

Her teats pressed harder against the trees, bulging around the trunks as they grew larger and larger, until—with a Scrrrrrrrrrrrratch—they began slowly pushing the entire pots away.

“How did I get into this?” Fluttershy muttered under her breath. She brushed her mane off her face; the movement jiggled her huge gut, which jostled her huge mammaries, which rustled the canopies of the trees they were pushing away. And not just trees—her teats also slid a wicker chair and an end table across the room, slowly, with their continued expansion. Larger and larger, Fluttershy inflated, wondering all the while if this would ever end.