Expanding Consciousness, Expanding Waistline

A giant zipper appeared in the sky over the wreckage of Tree Hugger’s house. A lion’s paw zipped it open, and a familiar voice called out, “Hello, Fluttershyyyyyyy!”

Discord slid through, wearing a dark blue track suit, sunglasses, and a bucket hat. As he hovered in the air, he waved a metal detector every which way. “I hope I’m not imposing, Fluttershy, but there was a delicious spike of chaos out here. And even from my house, I could feel that you were somehow at the center of it! So I just had to drop by and see… for myself…”

The sunglasses fell from his muzzle, the metal detector fell from his claw, and the rest of his costume dissolved to nothing, as Discord gazed upon that giant yellow balloon—wobbling and still inflating larger, right before his eyes. Her blimp of a belly would have towered over him if he stood on the ground; her rump cheeks, her teats, and even her individual feathers were bloated large enough to crush him.

“Fluttershy? How odd.” Discord hovered over and settled on her back, reclining as if she were an oversized cushion. He sank a few inches into her squishy, jiggling body. “I mean, circular is a good look for you. Fits with that soft, cuddly image you like to project.” He rolled over and sprawled against her, his arms barely embracing a fraction of her circumference. He affected a cloying, twee voice as he said, “Oooh, my precious little Fluttershy is all grown up! Too big for me to hug now!”

Fluttershy, of course, said nothing and just continued inflating larger.

“Still…” Discord disappeared with a pop! and reappeared, hovering a few feet to Fluttershy’s side. “While I believe anything worth doing is worth overdoing, you’ve never seen eye-to-eye with me on that one. So this—” He poked Fluttershy’s side, making her jiggle again. “—really isn’t like you at all, my dear Fluttershy. So, then, who did this to you?”

To the surprise of no one but Discord, the only answer was a gurgle from somewhere deep in Fluttershy’s unfathomably bloated belly, as she expanded even further.

Discord teleported in front of Fluttershy, hovering in front of the infolded divot where her head had been engulfed. “Oh. Giving me the silent treatment, I see.” He perched on the hose which was still pumping gallon after gallon of milk into her. “You do realize how important communication is to a successful relationship, right? I can’t help if you won’t tell me anything!”

Fluttershy, silent as ever, just inflated larger and larger. Her ballooning torso reached three stories tall now. Down below, another wall of Tree Hugger’s house collapsed under Fluttershy’s relentless expansion—the movement made her whole body slosh, shaking the milk hose and knocking Discord off.

“Hey!” Discord hovered, glaring indignantly at where Fluttershy’s face would have been. “Fine! If that’s how you feel, then maybe I won’t… Oh, what have we here?”

Discord stretched his neck impossibly far, curving around Fluttershy’s enormous mass, to inspect a pony-sized patch of green and red clinging to her side. He grabbed a corner and peeled it away with one paw—and found himself holding Tree Hugger, who was flat as a sheet of paper.

Tree Hugger blinked, then looked at Discord with a mellow grin.

Discord’s eyes burned with green fire. “You…”

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“...and I couldn’t help but keep inflating until I broke the house. Then you showed up, and, well, here we are.” Fluttershy, from her seated position, gave Discord a small, hopeful smile.

Discord, sitting across from her, just yawned. “If that little story was supposed to make me sympathize with your ‘friend’, it did quite the opposite.” With one raised eyebrow, he produced a double-sized portion of milk-soaked brownies and telekinetically shoved it down the funnel, all behind Fluttershy’s back. He could almost feel the surface swelling beneath him. “From the way you described things, she seemed very inconsiderate—and believe me, I’m an expert on inconsiderate.”

Fluttershy lowered her head slightly. “Yeah, Tree Hugger was acting a little… pushier than usual today.” Then she gave Discord a hard glare. “But she’s been punished enough already. This is just too much.” She punctuated that by slapping the surface next to her, sending a few ripples across the green globe that had been Tree Hugger.

Tree Hugger was larger now than Fluttershy had been: first she’d been stuffed with all the brownies and milk that had been inside Fluttershy a short while ago, so her ballooning body had completely swallowed her legs and head—and then Discord had rammed a half-ton more down her throat, before Fluttershy insisted he should stop. And then, the entire time Fluttershy had recounted her story, Discord added a steady stream of more milk and brownies, inflating Tree Hugger to her current gargantuan size. Below, she had completely demolished her own house underneath her expanding bulk and spread across her front and back yards. Above, she lifted Fluttershy and Discord into the air with every inch she inflated, and now they were five stories high.

Discord summoned another serving to scoop into Tree Hugger’s mouth funnel, then said, “And you ponies accuse me of not making sense! When somepony like Tree Hugger transforms you against your will, you say ‘Oh, I’m sure she didn’t mean it!’ But as soon as I do it—”

“It’s not the same, and you know that.”

Discord snorted, and telekinetically rammed an extra-large serving of brownies and milk into Tree Hugger.

“Besides,” Fluttershy continued, “I’m back to normal now, so there’s no harm done.”

“Normal?” Discord pointed to Fluttershy’s groin. “Since when are those normal?”

Between Fluttershy’s hind legs, resting on Tree Hugger’s hide as she sat, were a pair of yellow globes, larger than basketballs. When Discord had magicked all the milk and brownies out of Fluttershy, her teats were the one part that hadn’t returned to their usual size. Those brownies hadn’t just induced extreme lactation: they made Fluttershy’s boobs themselves grow, perhaps permanently.

Discord continued, “Or are they just an illusion?” He reached down, placed his lion paw directly on her left teat, and gave it a firm squeeze. His fingers sank deep into its soft surface. The mammary jiggled at his touch, and caused its neighbor to shake as well. “Feels real enough, I suppose…” He squeezed again.

Fluttershy blushed at his touch. “It’s really not a big deal…”

Behind her, more servings of milk and brownies shoveled into the funnel, stuffing Tree Hugger even larger.

“Not a big deal?” Discord raised one eyebrow. “Ironic word choice aside—Fluttershy, you continue to surprise me.”

“I actually kind of like them.” Fluttershy half-lowered her eyelids as she said, “And you seem to like them, too.”

“What? That’s preposterous! What could possibly make you think that?”

Fluttershy’s smile was very smug. “You can’t seem to keep your hands off of them.”

Indeed, both of Discord’s mismatched hands were clutching Fluttershy’s enlarged teats, caressing and groping them, cupping her nipples in his palms. Realizing what he was doing, Discord froze—and her crotchboobs kept moving for several seconds longer, jiggling hypnotically against each other.

“Touché,” Discord said, pulling his hands back.

He tried to look away—and failed—as Fluttershy’s teats wobbled again at that sudden movement. And they wouldn’t stop. Every few seconds, Fluttershy would shift in her spot, or move one hind leg enough to press the side of her crotchboob—some innocent, almost graceful, motion that nonetheless set her mammaries bouncing and her cleavage shaking most lewdly. Discord had no idea if Fluttershy was doing this on purpose or not. Looking up at her face to discern her intention was easier said than done, for Discord just couldn’t take his eyes off those beautiful bouncing boobies.

Discord screwed his eyes shut and summoned a triple-sized serving of brownies and milk to shove down Tree Hugger’s throat. The sensation of her inflating even larger beneath him was wonderful for clearing his mind. As Discord and Fluttershy rode to six stories high atop the expanding pony, he opened his eyes again.

“So…” Fluttershy said, still smiling.

“So, what?”

The smile fell from her face. “So, are you going to let Tree Hugger go? Or are you going to be a bad friend?”

Discord gave a drawn-out groan, then answered, “Fine. If you can find it in your heart to forgive her, I suppose I can be magnanimous as well.”

He snapped a finger. Suddenly, he was back on the ground, as were Fluttershy and Tree Hugger—restored to her normal size and shape. “Whoa…” she said.

Discord, meanwhile, glanced around at the wreckage of Tree Hugger’s utterly demolished house. “You know what? Since I’m feeling like such a good friend today…” He snapped his fingers again, instantly restoring the house. The walls and roof were standing again, the furniture was whole, and every potted plant was restored, down to each individual leaf and flower petal.

“You know, Mr. Discord,” Tree Hugger said, a mellow smile on her face, “you’re alright.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, darling.”

“I’m just wondering one thing. What’d you do with all the brownies and milk?”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Discord smiled and polished his eagle talons on his chest hair. “I sent them to somepony who I know will appreciate them.”

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Twilight Sparkle stepped into the forest clearing, her face brightening as she set sight on a familiar tree hut. Her smile grew even wider as, at that precise moment, the front door opened and the owner stepped out. “Hi, Zecora!”

Zecora’s smile matched Twilight’s own. “Twilight Sparkle, a pleasant surprise. You truly are a sight for sore eyes.”

Still trotting forward, Twilight opened her mouth to say something really corny—but unexpectedly, inexplicably, she felt something in her mouth. It tasted... like brownies and milk.

Twilight inflated so fast she seemed to explode, her torso expanding outward almost too fast for the eye to follow. Her legs sank into her body, and her face bore a strange expression—surprised, but not unpleasantly—in the brief moment before her head, too, was engulfed. Her wings whipped up and bloated out in the blink of an eye. Her rapid expansion snapped every branch and tree trunk in her way—and she towered over the trees she hadn’t felled.

The entire process took just two seconds, transforming her from an alicorn to a five-story tall balloon with fat wings.

And thanks to her momentum, she ponderously rolled forward. Zecora, directly in the path of destruction, was too shocked to react; she simply boggled at the purple behemoth bearing down on her. She flinched as the monstrous balloon drew closer and closer—then came to a rest against her house.

Zecora sighed and, with a weary smile, approached the purple blimp. Fortunately, Twilight had rolled just far enough forward that the infolded divot—the spot where her head had sunk into her body—was at eye level. Zecora gently stroked next to that spot, and said, “How odd to see you this heavyset. But I’ll fix your size, so don’t you fret.”

Zecora held her ear against the balloon, and heard a reply from deep inside. It was faint, but sounded like, “No hurry… Take as long as you need…”