Expanding Consciousness, Expanding Waistline

by RadPanic

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Treehugger, Porn, Fetish, Fluttershy, Discord
Length: 11618

Tree Hugger needs Fluttershy's help getting rid of a batch of brownies. Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans, I mean inflation.

Tree Hugger needs Fluttershy's help getting rid of a batch of brownies.

Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans, I mean inflation.

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This story was a commission from Anon #4.

No sex here, just fetish fuel involving stuffing, inflation, and huge crotchboobs. For a chapter-by-chapter breakdown of specific fetishes:
1. stuffing, force-feeding, belly inflation to immobility
2. lactation, hyper crotchboob inflation, nursing, a little bit of belly inflation
3. whole-body inflation via liquid, a little bit of flattening
4. a few more scenes of whole-body inflation before I wrap everything up, some tasteful crotchboob groping, implied shipping

Thanks also to the anons on Pony Inflation Thread in /trash/ for their support.

Published 2017-04-05 01:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-04-05 01:00:01 UTC

1. Groovy

Discord snapped his fingers, and brownies appeared in the air—hundreds of them, enough to feed a few dozen ponies. He twirled his hand, and a nearby pink cloud unleashed a torrent of whole milk upon the brownies, completely soaking them. Then, at the flick of his wrist, the entire soggy mass fell into an oversized funnel, slowly disappearing down its length.

“Discord!” Fluttershy shouted at a volume that, coming from any other pony, would have just been normal speech. “You stop that, right now!” She hovered at his eye level, her furrowed brows and scrunched muzzle betraying how much she was piqued—possibly even peeved.

She was just impossible to understand, sometimes.

“But, my dearest Fluttershy!” Discord placed his hands, tenderly, on Fluttershy’s shoulders. Then he slowly rotated, turning Fluttershy with him until she faced away from the funnel. “Why would you ask me to stop when I’m doing all this for you?”

She answered, “That’s what I’m trying to explain! You’re punishing her over something that was just a big misunderstanding. But you’re not listening.”

“Well, I’m all ears now.” Discord’s entire body transformed into a giant, disembodied ear—and at the same time, unseen by Fluttershy, another massive lump of milk-soaked brownies materialized and slopped into the funnel. “Explain it to me.”

Fluttershy nodded, her expression softening a bit. Discord took that as the cue to transform back into his usual mishmash of a body. He looked into Fluttershy’s eyes and gave her a sincere smile, while his self-perpetuating spell loop continued dumping brownies and milk down the funnel, right behind her back.

“Okay,” Fluttershy said. “What you have to understand is…”

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“Fluttershy. It’s a blessing to see you again, my beautiful soul sister.”

Fluttershy found herself wrapped in a strong embrace, her muzzle buried in the dreadlocks of her friend’s mane. A mix of fragrances graced her nostrils, the ghosts of a half-dozen different incenses. “It’s nice to see you too, Tree Hugger,” Fluttershy replied, reciprocating the hug.

The two ponies remained in that position for a few seconds. They were on the front porch of Tree Hugger’s house: a one-story, ramshackle dwelling that appeared to have been kludged together from scrap metal and the leftover pieces of other houses. Every home in this rural neighborhood—or commune, as Tree Hugger insisted—was similarly eclectic.

Tree Hugger pulled back, looking at her friend with a gaze that was somehow both mellow and piercing. Her eyes saw into the depths of Fluttershy’s innermost being—and they said, Righteous.

“The stars and your chakras have aligned,” she intoned. “You’ve come just in time.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Fluttershy said, ducking her head gratefully. “I wouldn’t want to delay anypony.” She paused. “Wait… just in time for what?”

“Bad vibrations are harshing my flow. But now you can help restore cosmic bliss.”

“Oh. But what kind of bad vibrations?”

“You’re brilliant like a star in the sky. What kind of vibrations, indeed? Words don’t create meaning—they only constrict it.” Tree Hugger opened her front door, beckoning Fluttershy inside. “To perceive the truth, you need to see it.”

Fluttershy stepped inside and entered a mad dream of tropical forests. Potted plants dominated—they covered most of the floor; they were mounted on the walls; they even hung from the ceiling. The sun’s rays streamed in through a dozen skylights, but thanks to the thick canopy of leaves, less than half of that light reached the floor. Strung from the tree branches were colorful streamers, intricate dreamcatchers, and crystals scattering the light from above. Mirrors and paintings of jungle scenes hid the walls, heightening the illusion that this really was a hidden forest. And the smells were even stronger than Tree Hugger herself—a potent potpourri of burning incense, tropical flowers, damp soil, and a certain distinct something else.

Tree Hugger led Fluttershy deeper into the green sanctuary. At the center was a clearing with a couch and a coffee table—utterly covered with brownies. There were easily thousands of them, stacked to three times a pony’s height. The air even smelled of brownies here, because many of them had just come out of the oven.

“Mmmm, those smell delicious,” Fluttershy said. “Are these your ‘special’ brownies?”

Tree Hugger placed one hoof to her own chest and smiled serenely. “All of my brownies are made with the love of Mother Earth and the wisdom of the cosmos.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“And that’s what’s throwing my chakras out of alignment.” Tree Hugger sighed. “You know how I’ve been trading these brownies—a bit of a side business? Well, my last batch of the wisdom of the cosmos went a little funny. Some of the ponies who partook of my brownies had… side effects.”

“Oh dear. What kind of side effects?”

“Have you ever seen a mare with tits bigger than her head?”

“No… I’m sorry, should I have?”

“So these—” Tree Hugger waved a forehoof at the mass of baked goods on the table, “—are all the brownies I made with that batch. I can’t trade them… but if I just throw them away, that’s like slapping Mother Earth in the face.”

“Maybe they’d make good compost?”

Tree Hugger grabbed Fluttershy’s shoulders and stared directly into her eyes. “Slapping. Mother Earth. In the face.”

Fluttershy shuddered. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“That’s why you must help me restore balance, Fluttershy.” Tree Hugger wrapped one foreleg around Fluttershy’s shoulder—then turned and stepped forward, pulling Fluttershy with her until both their muzzles were just a foot away from the imposing wall of brownies. “Only you can help me eat all these brownies before they go bad.”

“Oh, dear,” Fluttershy said. “I’m not so sure…”

“But you can, Fluttershy! You have the heart of a star and the aura of a lioness! You would do anything to help out your friends!”

Tree Hugger leaned closer to the brownies—once again pulling Fluttershy closer as well—then leaned back again. Both ponies swayed, closer, then away, closer, then away. From this close, they smelled even more enticing. Fluttershy’s mouth was watering...

“But what about the side effects?” Fluttershy said.

“What side effects?”

“Um, you just said that some of the ponies who ate these brownies had side effects. But you didn’t exactly explain what they were.”

“Everything will be groovy. You already ate one of these, remember?”

“Actually, no?”

“You definitely did. And nothing bad happened.”

“I don’t think any of that actually happened.”

Tree Hugger released Fluttershy, then said, “Fluttershy. Time is an illusion. Yesterday is tomorrow, and tomorrow is today. Set your soul free to fly through space.” She held out a brownie, directly beneath Fluttershy’s nose. “Set the brownie free. Be the brownie.”

Fluttershy closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the warm brownie’s fragrance—the smell of chocolate, love, and wisdom. “Okay,” she said. Then she took the brownie from Tree Hugger’s outstretched hoof and popped it into her mouth. Flavor exploded across her tongue; what followed was a blur of chewing and swallowing and moaning. All too quickly, the brownie was gone, leaving behind just a few crumbs on her face.

“More.” Fluttershy flew to the top of the stack, grabbed more brownies and began devouring them.

“Righteous,” Tree Hugger said, through her own mouthful. She was already working on her third piece.

“Mmmmmmm…” Fluttershy moaned as brownie after brownie disappeared down her maw. Each one was a pleasant, comforting warmth in her stomach, which was already spreading to the rest of her body. Fluttershy wasn’t sure if this was the chocolate and sugar, or the wisdom of the cosmos (in her experience, wisdom didn’t kick in this quickly), or just the placebo effect—but either way, she didn’t mind. After eating two dozen brownies, Fluttershy had completely filled her stomach; her belly began to swell as she continued.

Tree Hugger, mellow once again, consumed her brownies at a more sedate pace. But she was only a little bit behind: already her belly bulged as if she had swallowed a basketball. It jiggled slightly as she reached for another piece; it visibly swelled with each mouthful of dessert Tree Hugger gulped down.

Meanwhile, Fluttershy was finally slowing. She chewed each brownie for a little longer before swallowing; her pleased moans were a little quieter than before. She wavered in mid-air, clearly unused to hovering with a beach ball-sized belly weighing her down. Already, that belly was thick enough to brush against the inside of her legs. It wobbled with every flap of her wings and shook harder with every pleased kick of her hooves, as her legs squished into its soft sides.

Fluttershy took a full minute to chew her latest mouthful. When she finished, she didn’t grab another brownie; instead, she looked in awe at her own distended belly. “Oh my,” she said quietly. She landed, with much more force than usual, next to Tree Hugger. Her belly, hanging halfway to the floor, continued to wobble for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said, “but I’m feeling pretty full. I don’t think I can eat any more.”

Tree Hugger faced Fluttershy, her own gut shaking as she turned. “Sis, it’s all groovy. Every little bit helps.”

And little bit was accurate: the two ponies had barely made a dent in the stacks of brownies. To Fluttershy’s eye, the mass of dessert didn’t look any smaller than before.

Tree Hugger continued, “As long as you ate every bite you could—that’s all I can ask of you.”

“Oh… um…” Fluttershy cringed.

Tree Hugger looked at Fluttershy with half-lidded eyes and a serene smile.

“Maybe... I could fit a few more in,” Fluttershy said.

“Far out.”

Fluttershy took to the air again, though slower than before. With a sigh, she gulped down one more brownie, and then another, and then another. Her pace picked up as she found her second wind. Sometimes she would shove two or even three pieces into her mouth at once; when she swallowed, they slid down her throat as a thick lump, joining the even thicker mass of dough bloating her stomach.

As she swelled larger with brownies, her gut wobbled more and more beneath her; both the growing weight and the motion made her hovering increasingly erratic. She looked like she’d eaten two prize-winning watermelons. Even as she spread her hind legs to make room for her belly’s expansion, her haunches still squeezed into its sides.

After a few hundred brownies, Fluttershy felt a familiar burning in her flight muscles. She was getting too heavy to remain airborne. So Fluttershy slowed her flapping to descend—and found the floor rushing up, much quicker than she intended.

“Eeep!” She tried to brace for impact, but upon landing, her legs buckled under her own weight all the same. Fortunately, she only fell a foot before her bloated gut cushioned the impact, squishing a few feet to each side as she sank in. Less fortunately, she bounced off that squishy mass—not enough to launch her back into the air, but enough to tip her to the side.

“Oof!” Her shoulder bumped the coffee table before she regained her footing, jostling the huge pile of brownies. One stack in particular—the one nearest to Fluttershy— swayed back and forth precariously. She gazed, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as the leaning tower of brownies lost its balance and fell towards her.

And that’s when Tree Hugger acted. Moving at speeds normally expected from Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie, Tree Hugger zipped over to Fluttershy’s side and grabbed her head. With gentle-but-firm pressure, she held Fluttershy’s mouth open and leaned her head back, in just the right position. She caught the entire stack of brownies—over two dozen—in Fluttershy’s mouth before they could fall.

“Can’t let them touch the floor. That will soil their auras,” Tree Hugger said.

“Mmrrrrmm?” Fluttershy said, through her oversized mouthful of chocolatey goodness. It was definitely oversized: nearly half of this mass stuck out her open mouth, carefully balanced atop the brownies that did fit between her lips.

Tree Hugger placed one hoof on top of the stack.

Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Nmmmmmmm! Nmmmm!”

Tree Hugger shoved down, forcing all the brownie into Fluttershy’s mouth. Some of that chocolatey dough thrusted its way down her throat, adding a few more inches to her expansive belly; the rest bulged her cheeks out, until Fluttershy resembled one of her squirrel friends. Tree Hugger released Fluttershy but held one hoof over her mouth, as if preventing the brownies from escaping. Slowly, Fluttershy chewed the mass as much as she could. It took her three gulps to swallow those many brownies, each expanding her belly a few inches more—so that it squeezed against her legs even as she tried to widen her stance. Only a few inches remained between the floor and Fluttershy’s huge gut.

After swallowing, Fluttershy panted and rubbed her distended belly with one foreleg, her hoof sinking a few inches into its soft side. “I think…” she said into Tree Hugger’s hoof, “that’s enough… for me.”

Tree Hugger pulled her hoof away and blinked.

“I think that’s absolutely every bite I could possibly eat.” Fluttershy glanced over at the table—even now, she and Tree Hugger had eaten less than a fifth of the brownies. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help more but—”

“Peace,” Tree Hugger said. “It’s all good.”

Fluttershy sighed.

“I can help you, sis.” Tree Hugger held up another stack of two dozen brownies. “That’s what friends are for, right? Helping each other.”

“Wait, wha—Mmmmph!”

Tree Hugger shoved her extra-large hoofful of brownies into Fluttershy’s mouth, once again making her belly swell and her cheeks bulge to the size of softballs. “Hrrmm! Hrrmmm!” Fluttershy said, frantically, through her mouthful. Then her eyes widened again, as Tree Hugger grabbed another stack and stepped towards her. “Mrrrmmm!”

Tree Hugger pulled Fluttershy’s mouth open, shoved three dozen more brownies in, then forced it shut. Even as her cheeks swelled, Fluttershy swallowed reflexively, twice. As her gut expanded even further, she felt it brush against the floor. A quick glance down confirmed that her belly had grown to twice her usual width. She glanced back up just in time for Tree Hugger to thrust another load of brownies down her gullet.

“You are strong and beautiful,” Tree Hugger said. That mellow smile never left her face as she grabbed still more brownies and stuffed them into Fluttershy. “You can eat all the brownies you want, and don’t let anypony tell you otherwise.”

“Hmm nmm wwnnmm hhnnmm mmnnnmm…” Fluttershy whimpered, but her pleas went unheeded. As Tree Hugger approached with yet another serving of the desserts, Fluttershy tried to scramble away, backwards. But it was a very slow scramble. Her dough-stuffed stomach bulged to the sides, forcing her legs out at a wide angle: Fluttershy could only waddle awkwardly, and even then she had to squish her legs into the sides of her bloated gut with every step. And that gut dragged along the floor as she went, slowing her progress to a crawl. So Tree Hugger, walking at a normal pace with her merely beach-ball-sized stomach, had no problem catching up with Fluttershy and feeding her even further.

And that force on her face, added to Fluttershy’s own awkward footing, was enough to knock her off-balance. She tumbled backwards—or rather, thanks to her enormous belly, she rolled backwards, until she hit a particularly large ceramic pot housing a breadfruit tree. There she rested, sitting upright on her rump.

“Great idea,” Tree Hugger said. She circled around the coffee table and pushed, scooting it into place at Fluttershy’s right side. Then she trotted back to Fluttershy and leaped atop her belly, squishing that swollen stomach beneath her own weight. As Tree Hugger sat up and faced Fluttershy—straddling her yellow gut with her hind legs—her rump and haunches, and the bottom of her own gut, sank a few inches into the brownie-stuffed softness.

Fluttershy, who had been frantically chewing and swallowing all this time, finally gulped down her last mouthful. “Tree Hugger! I really, really, really think I’ve had enough now!”

Tree Hugger said nothing, and simply smiled serenely as she bounced up and down atop Fluttershy’s stomach.

“Um, Tree Hugger?”

“Whoa,” Tree Hugger finally said. “Did you ever notice that your belly is like a water bed? But without the water. Or the bed.”

“What?”

Up, down, up, down—Tree Hugger bobbed atop that pegasus belly. “It’s just like, ‘Look at me. I’m a boat. Floating peacefully on the ocean.’”

“But… I don’t want to be the ocean…”

Tree Hugger grabbed another heaping hoofful of brownies—from this perch, the thousands of still-uneaten brownies were within easy reach. “And, of course, we need to keep the ocean healthy…”

“No! No, pl—Uumph!” In spite of Fluttershy’s protests, the mass of brownies forced its way into her mouth. “Mrrrmmmhrrrrm!” Mere seconds later, it was followed by another hoofful, and then another, and another. Now that Tree Hugger, without moving from her perch atop that belly, could so easily reach both the brownies and Fluttershy’s thick-cheeked, wide-eyed face, she used that position to stuff Fluttershy even faster than before. Tree Hugger also ate some brownies herself—as if trying to pretend that this was still a joint effort to eat them all—but for every piece that passed her own lips, ten or twenty forced their way down Fluttershy’s gullet.

Fluttershy tried to fight back, flailing all four legs—but none of them could reach far enough, so all they did was squish into her belly and jiggle it even harder. She couldn’t even move from this position, pinned as she was between her bloated gut and the potted tree behind her. Already, her stomach was too thick for Fluttershy to wrap her hooves around, and it grew larger with every passing second, with each of the dozens upon dozens of brownies force-fed to her. She had already gulped down more than her weight in the desserts, and she was quickly approaching twice that much. Her hind legs spread unconsciously, pushed apart by her stomach’s continued expansion—even so, her haunches dug several inches into that stomach’s bloating sides. To her right side, her gut rested against the edge of the coffee table that bore her unwanted feast. Meanwhile, the farthest point of Fluttershy’s belly reached all the way to the tips of her hooves—then, with the next mouthful swallowed, grew an inch past her hooves, then another, and another.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Tree Hugger hummed a mantra to herself, bobbing rhythmically atop Fluttershy’s wobbling gut. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…” Her eyes were nearly shut, yet her movements were smooth, methodical, and efficient: grab a hoofful of brownies, eat one herself, shove the rest into Fluttershy’s mouth, repeat. “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm…” All the while, Tree Hugger slowly rose into the air, lifted by Fluttershy’s belly expanding beneath her.

On the other hoof, Fluttershy’s mumblings were far less serene. “Mmnnmm, mmhhrrmm…” she whimpered behind swollen cheeks, through the seemingly endless stream of chocolatey desserts that filled her to three times her normal weight and beyond. She frantically chewed her oversized mouthfuls—but with each new mass of brownies arriving seconds after the last, there just wasn’t enough time to eat any of them properly. “Mmmhhmmhhmmm…” Fluttershy couldn’t tell anymore if she was swallowing the rich dough, or if it was forcing its own way down her throat—filling her stomach ever larger—at its own rhythm. Her belly extended a few feet past the tips of her hooves, swelling farther with every passing second. Her legs spread wider and wider, forced even farther apart by the bloating mass of her stuffed gut. That gut also bulged around the coffee table’s edges—with a slight creak, that piece of furniture slid away, slowly pushed by Fluttershy’s continued expansion.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm… Mmh?” Tree Hugger reached for more brownies but found only empty air. Her trance broken, she leaned a bit farther—then lost her balance and tumbled off the hill of Fluttershy’s belly, onto the table. She brushed her dreadlocks off her muzzle and quietly appraised this new development, with that serene expression not leaving her face for a second. There were more brownies still: just over a third of their original number remained uneaten. But they were on the far side of the table, which itself had been pushed away by Fluttershy’s expansion. In fact, the table was still sliding slowly, as Fluttershy swallowed the few dozen brownies still in her mouth, adding those last few inches to her enormous girth.

Tree Hugger glanced between Fluttershy, the remaining brownies, and the table beneath. Her smile widened, ever-so-slightly.

Fluttershy gulped down the last mouthful of brownies and panted. “Oh… oh dear.” She couldn’t see any more brownies—granted, she could barely see anything past her swollen gut—and she permitted herself to hope that she’d eaten the last of them. Because she didn’t think she could take any more. Actually, she didn’t exactly think that—she was finding it harder and harder to think straight, the ironic side-effect of the wisdom in the brownies finally kicking in—but she certainly felt like she couldn’t take any more brownies. Her belly tingled where her skin had stretched (everywhere) to contain that impossible volume of dough. That really seemed like a not-good thing. And all that dough felt as dense and heavy as a rock—which made Fluttershy remember Maud Pie and almost laugh.

Perhaps this was all just an illusion? Perhaps it was not Fluttershy’s body that was pinned down by a massively swollen belly, but her mind. She reached one foreleg out, half-expecting it to pass right through the yellow, furry globe before her. It did nothing of the sort. Her hoof sank a few inches into her own skin, then would go no further—and Fluttershy unmistakably felt the tingling increase in that spot, and the ripples that spread all across her gut from that point.

“Oh deeeaaar…” she murmured.

Fluttershy looked up—just in time to see the coffee table and its remaining brownies rise into the air. Tree Hugger lifted the whole table with her earth pony strength, effortlessly setting it atop Fluttershy’s massive belly. Fluttershy stared, open-mouthed, as the table wobbled slightly, yet none of the brownies fell.

“Whaaaaat—Mmmph.”

Fluttershy’s inquisition was cut short when Tree Hugger shoved a massive funnel into her open mouth. Tree Hugger then trotted around that huge, yellow stomach, to the chair she had placed opposite Fluttershy. As she stepped onto the chair, reared back, and placed her forelegs on the coffee table’s edge, Tree Hugger closed her eyes and resumed humming her mantra.

“Mhhhmm?” Fluttershy found it hard to think, but she could worry just fine without thinking. And she was getting a bit worried.

Tree Hugger pushed, tipping the table forward until its opposite edge touched the funnel in Fluttershy’s mouth.

“Mmmnnnmmm!”

Some of the remaining brownie stacks began to slide down the table; others lost their balance and fell. It was a chocolate landslide rushing straight towards the funnel and Fluttershy.

“Mmmmhmmmmhmmmm…” she managed to whimper before the first mass of brownies invaded her mouth.

What followed was, for Fluttershy, just a blur of chewing and swallowing, growing pressure in her mouth and her stomach, and delicious chocolate flavor.

She chewed reflexively, barely softening the pieces before they were forced down her throat, rammed deeper by the remaining mass of dessert. As the brownies poured in too fast for her to swallow, her cheeks began to bulge again—while her stomach resumed expanding with all the slices that she did manage to swallow. Her gut extended several feet past her hooves by then, and was brushing against Tree Hugger’s chair already. For her part, Tree Hugger leaned in, to keep the table tilted at the proper angle, her own swollen belly squishing against Fluttershy’s exponentially larger one. Every time Tree Hugger shifted her hind legs, both guts jiggled in unison.

Fluttershy’s forelegs subconsciously rubbed her belly—occasionally prodding it, sending more ripples across its wobbling surface—as it filled with four times her weight in dessert, rapidly approaching five. Her hind legs, meanwhile, had spread as far apart as they physically could; as her stomach widened even farther, her legs dug deeper into its sides, almost disappearing as that squishy stomach bulged around them.

At long last, the final brownie slid into the funnel. It was just in time—Fluttershy’s growing belly knocked over the chair, once more sending Tree Hugger tumbling. Likewise, the coffee table wobbled and slipped off that gut, landing upside down with a loud Crash! Tree Hugger wasn’t startled by the noise; she calmly rose to her hooves and trotted off to the kitchen.

Fluttershy, meanwhile, continued gulping down those last brownies. Her cheeks, swollen as big as her head, slowly shrank once again—their volume draining to her enormous belly, filling it even larger. By the time Fluttershy swallowed the last mouthful, she was bloated with just over six times her weight in desserts.

And that was when Tree Hugger returned from the kitchen, balancing on her back a stainless steel mixing bowl, larger than herself. Deftly, she hoisted the bowl up and set it on Fluttershy’s belly.

“Hrrrmm?” Fluttershy mumbled.

Tree Hugger climbed atop that huge gut herself. Tapping the side of the bowl, she said, “Almost forgot about the brownies I mixed but didn’t cook yet. Don’t want to let them go to waste, do we?”

“Nrrrmm! Nmmmm!”

Tree Hugger picked up the bowl and tipped it forward. After just a few degrees, the first drops of thick, brown liquid slipped over the edge, landing in the funnel. More drips followed, then a dribble, then a thin stream.

“Hmmhmmmhmmm…” Fluttershy moaned as the raw brownie batter poured down her throat. It settled deep in her stomach, the liquid quickly filling every crevice between the brownies. And then it kept pouring in, stretching her stomach even farther.

A thick stream of batter poured from the mixing bowl, now—the funnel almost overfilled a few times, but Tree Hugger tilted the bowl back to ensure that no batter was lost, that every drop poured into Fluttershy. Her aim was perfect, even as Fluttershy’s inflation pushed her higher and higher.

“Mmmmmmm…” Fluttershy pleaded, scrunching her eyes shut as gallons upon gallons of batter rushed into her with the force of a hose. She had swallowed over nine times her weight by that point. Her hind legs were still immobilized, with even her haunches digging a full foot into her gut’s bloating sides. At those spots, her skin’s tingling gave way to outright stinging. Fluttershy tried to reach down to massage those spots and relieve some tension—but her forelegs would barely move. Her inflating stomach bulged further around those limbs as well, trapping them more tightly with every passing second.

“Hhhmmmmm!” When she tried again to move her legs, all that did was slosh her gut as it swelled larger and larger. Fluttershy was completely pinned in place by her own expanding belly—filled with ten times her weight, and still counting. She was helpless to do anything but drink gallon after gallon of batter and inflate, inch after inch, foot after foot, larger than she ever thought possible. “Nnrrmmmmmm!” She was more brownie dough than pegasus—a receptacle to dump vast quantities of nearly expired desserts—a vessel to be filled, and filled further, swollen larger and larger until…

The flow of batter slowed to a trickle. Tree Hugger scraped the last coating off the bowl’s inside with a spatula—one last mouthful of batter down the funnel, to add a final few inches to Fluttershy’s mind-boggling girth.

“Hmmmmm…” Fluttershy was in a daze, barely noticing as Tree Hugger climbed back down with the bowl, then pulled the funnel out of her mouth. The world spun around Fluttershy—as Tree Hugger rolled her forward until she sprawled atop her own belly—and her only reaction was a bleary, “Whaaaaaaaaa?”

Tree Hugger gazed up at what her friend had become. Fluttershy was a tiny pegasus attached to a smooth, yellow blob of a stomach, stuffed with fifteen times her normal weight in brownies and batter. That belly was twice a normal pony’s height, and twice again as wide. From this position atop her stomach, Fluttershy’s legs were no longer pinned by its enormous girth—though they still sank into the sides a few inches.

“Groovy,” Tree Hugger said.

Fluttershy, overwhelmed by drowsiness from her excessive meal, lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her stuffed belly made an excellent pillow, and she fell asleep in seconds.

2. Righteous

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.

3. Far Out

When Fluttershy’s teats were each nearly as large as her belly—and they had pushed a dozen potted plants, one end table, and three chairs almost up to the wall—the front door finally opened, heralding Tree Hugger’s return. “Blessings,” she said as she squeezed back into her house.

Fluttershy murmured something inaudible.

Tree Hugger wheeled in a portable milker: a fifty-gallon stainless steel bucket, topped with a pump and an assortment of clear hoses and suction cups. It took a few minutes just to waddle over to Fluttershy’s gigantic teats. Then, it took a few minutes more to affix a suction cup and hose to both of her nipples. Tree Hugger found that the cups stayed on much more securely if she licked the nipple first—much to her delight, and prompting some ambiguous moans from Fluttershy.

Once everything was in place, Tree Hugger lifted her hoof to the On switch atop the pump, then paused at the last second. She looked at the bucket below the pump; it was smaller than Tree Hugger’s own belly. “Hmmmm…” she said. She looked back up at Fluttershy’s teats, towering over her—each filled with seventeen times a mare’s weight in milk, and gaining more by the second. “Hmmmmmmmm…”

Tree Hugger attached the remaining hose to the pump’s output valve, then waddled back around Fluttershy with the hose’s other end. “Hey, sis,” Tree Hugger called up to her friend, “Can you hold this for me? I need to procure a larger bucket.” Without waiting for a reply, she tossed the hose up to Fluttershy.

“Hold wha—Umph!” The hose end popped into Fluttershy’s mouth, cutting off her answer.

“Groovy.” Tree Hugger waddled out the back door.

Fluttershy looked down, wide-eyed, at the clear plastic stuck between her lips, then sighed again. She really didn’t know how much more of this she could take. The escalating pressure as endless quantities of milk filled her teats; the tingling of her skin as they expanded larger and larger, the stinging where plants and furniture dug into them—the sensations were nearly enough to overwhelm Fluttershy’s brain.

So she didn’t notice as her left crotchboob, in its continued growth, pressed against the milking machine. She also didn’t notice as her teat bulged around its stainless steel sides, spreading inch-by-inch over the cylinder. She barely even felt when that milk-swollen mass pressed the On switch.

But when the pump activated, Fluttershy definitely noticed the sudden suction on her nipples—the slight decrease of liquid pressure inside her teats, the sudden jolt of perverse pleasure, easily twice as strong as what Tree Hugger had done with just her lips. After a few seconds, the suction relented—then after a few seconds more, it returned. On, off, on, off—the pump’s cycle was precise and mechanical, and milk surged down the hose in time with that rhythm.

“Hmmmm! Hmmmm!” Fluttershy proclaimed through the hose in her mouth, also in time with that rhythm. “Hmmmnn! Hmmnng!” But in between her confused cries, she could also hear a funny gurgling from the hose, and it grew louder by the second. Fluttershy realized what it meant just in time to whimper and fold her ears back.

The first surge of her own milk—nearly a gallon’s worth—rushed up the hose, between Fluttershy’s lips. Half of it filled her mouth, inflating her cheeks once again, while the rest poured down her throat. And before she could process what had happened, the second gallon of milk exploded out the hose, then the third, and the fourth. Too much, too fast for Fluttershy to swallow, the liquid just forced its way down her throat at the pump’s own rhythm. And she began rising into the air, with her belly once again inflating beneath her.

But this time, her belly wasn’t the only thing inflating. Fluttershy could feel pressure—the same pressure already inside her stomach and her crotchboobs—building up in the rest of her body as well. Her back and shoulders grew thicker, rounder, and softer. “Hhrrrrmmm?” she said in response. A glance down confirmed her forelegs were likewise swelling. “Mmmrrrrmmmmmm!” Fluttershy flailed all four of her legs—but they grew stiffer, harder to move, as they filled with more and more milk. After futilely beating a few times against her sloshing, swelling belly, Fluttershy’s legs stiffened beyond her control and stuck straight out. With a Gloosh! they inflated with milk—her hooves swelling to twice their width, her cannons swelling larger, and her shoulders and haunches growing larger still.

And her haunches merged with her rump as those cheeks also expanded. Fluttershy’s derrière had been thin and graceful; now it was bulbous, each cheek the size of a medicine ball and growing larger by the second. Inflating further, they wobbled against each other and sloshed against her enormous boobs. And those huge, swollen teats were still growing—producing milk faster than the milker could extract it. Each was about the same size as Fluttershy’s belly: twenty times an adult mare’s volume, and counting. As they grew even more, inflating with endless gallons of milk, they pushed potted plants and wicker chairs into the wall, spreading over them and pinning each in place.

“Nnnnmmmmm…” Fluttershy moaned into the hose as she feebly wiggled her legs the few inches they could still move. Meanwhile, at her sides, her wings vibrated of their own accord. Without warning, they shot straight up, feathers flaring. Before Fluttershy could react—Gloosh! Gloosh!—one by one, her feathers inflated from the milk rushing into her wings. Gloosh! Gloosh! Her formerly thin, elegant feathers became thick sausage shapes, and her longest primaries swelled enough to brush against the ceiling rafters.

Fluttershy glanced back at her inflated wings, which wasn’t easy, as her neck began to inflate and stiffen as well. She sighed against the flood of milk, filling her larger and larger. Her body’s growth—over thirty times her weight in milk, now—was outpacing her teats. She covered almost a third of the living room’s floor, and as she continued expanding, inch after inch, her sides pushed the coffee table, a couch, and dozens of potted plants towards the walls. A strange chorus accompanied the expanding pegasus’s attempt to fill the room: the scraping of wooden furniture legs against the floor, the rustling of leaves, the whirrrr of the milking pump, the sloshing and gurgling of ludicrous volumes of liquid inside the pony, and the occasional moans and whimpers from Fluttershy herself.

An odd sensation of skin brushing against skin began at the base of Fluttershy’s legs, then slowly crept down: her legs were sinking into her torso at it inflated further. “Hrrmmmm?” she whimpered, waggling her limbs for the few inches they could still move. Her shoulders merged with her bloated sides as they crept over her forelegs, inch by inch. On the other hoof, her rump and haunches stuck out further from the balloon of her body—inflating large enough that a stallion could comfortably stand inside each cheek, and then even larger. As her torso bloated with thirty-five times her weight in milk, more of her feathers bumped against the ceiling. Her wings had to tilt to the side—her feathers swelling larger and blunter—as the great curve of her back rose higher above the floor.

Fluttershy was barely recognizable as a pony anymore. She was one huge, yellow balloon, with slightly smaller balloons attached: her teats, her rump, and her feathers. Her legs had sunk halfway into her torso’s bloating sides—and it wouldn’t be long before her head was likewise engulfed by her own body’s expansion. Already, her inflating neck had merged with her shoulders and now brushed against Fluttershy’s swollen cheeks.

As Fluttershy gulped down more than forty-five times her weight in her own milk, she expanded larger and larger, spreading over half of the room’s floor, and then even farther. She dominated the room, sweeping to the sides more and more of Tree Hugger’s plants and furniture with her endlessly inflating bulk. Behind her, the potted trees bent and the wall creaked under the ever-increasing pressure of her teats, still filling larger with countless gallons of milk. And to her left side, her belly now brushed against that wall, as well.

“Mmmhhhhnnnnnnnn…” Fluttershy moaned against the liquid surging into her, pumping her up to unthinkable sizes. The back of her head and base of her jaw were sinking into her inflated neck now, and the curves of her inflated body sloshed against her bulging cheeks. Her ballooning torso swallowed her legs even further; now only her puffy hooves still extended from her bloated sides. When Fluttershy desperately tried to flex her legs, her hooves barely moved an inch.

Her wings—each swollen larger than a twenty-pony raft—spread across the ceiling. Every individual feather inflated rounder and softer by the second; her largest primaries could have comfortably fit an adult mare inside. And it wasn’t just her wings pushing against the ceiling now. Her enormous ass, ballooning ever larger atop the globe of her body, and her even more enormous crotchboobs, squished between her and the wall, both bulged upwards. Spreading over the ceiling as gallon after gallon pumped into them, those yellow balloons trapped over a dozen hanging flowerpots with their inflating bulk.

Meanwhile, as Fluttershy gulped down over sixty times her volume, her left side covered more and more of that wall. She’d halfway covered the front door and completely squished over the window—anypony looking in from the street would have just seen a yellow-coated wall. Larger and larger she inflated, filling with unthinkable quantities of her own milk, hundreds upon hundreds of gallons. She spread across two-thirds of the floor, then farther, inexorably approaching the two free walls. Her hind hooves sank completely into her bloated haunches, while just the tips of her forehooves poked out of her swollen torso. And Fluttershy’s neck and shoulders squeezed further around her head—bulging around her huge cheeks and brushing the backs of her ears.

Fluttershy moaned again, through the flood inflating her larger and larger. She didn’t know what to think anymore; in fact, she found it increasingly difficult to think at all. The sensations of ballooning larger—seventy-five times her volume and still counting—filled her mind, as much as she filled this room. Her skin was fire where it stretched to contain these endless quantities of milk. The liquid inside her felt as heavy and dense as lead—yet the eddies and currents within were like a massage for her insides. Her immobility—legs engulfed by her body, wings too inflated to move—was more thorough than any shackles, yet softer than any blanket. On the far side of her mind-boggling circumference, her nipples were bright lights in her mind, shining with nearly obscene pleasure as gallon after gallon of milk poured out. And Fluttershy’s milk still tasted pretty good, even when it was pumped into her at this speed.

So in the midst of this figurative flood of sensations, and this literal flood of her own milk, all Fluttershy’s conscious mind could do was wonder: How much more could she take? When would this end? Would this ever end? Or was it just her fate now to inflate, to grow larger and larger for all eternity?

And that was when Tree Hugger returned. She waddled in from the back door, squeezing her thick belly through the doorway, with a wooden bucket on her back. “Okay,” she said, “I found a bucket that’s twice as big! So now we’re…”

The bucket fell from Tree Hugger’s back as she stared at the wall of yellow creeping towards her. Her gaze traveled up—and up, and up, and up—to take in the bloated behemoth that her friend had become. There was just too much of Fluttershy to see all of her at once. And it was looming closer and closer by the second.

“Whoa.”

Fluttershy, for her part, could only see Tree Hugger from the corner of her eye. Her inflating torso had swallowed her head halfway—pressing her ears flat against her skull, squeezing her puffed-out cheeks against her face—so she couldn’t turn her head to any side. And she couldn’t wave to get her friend’s attention, either: at that moment, her fore hooftips sank completely into her expanding torso, disappearing with a quiet slosh. All Fluttershy could do was call out to her: “Mhmmhmmmrrr! Hhmmm mmhhhh!”

“Wow, you’re right.” Tree Hugger smiled, reaching out to pat that massive yellow stomach.

“Mmnn hhh hhmmmm mmhhhh? Hhhrrmmm?” Fluttershy’s head sank deeper, her swollen body bulging over her cheeks and muzzle, inch by inch.

“That is so deep, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy whimpered.

Tree Hugger skidded back towards the door. She grabbed the handle and pulled, as she said, “If you can just vegetate here for a skosh, I can—”

The door only opened partway; Fluttershy’s massive belly blocked it. The gap, though narrowing by the second, still had enough space for a normal-sized mare to fit through. Tree Hugger, her gut swollen with brownies and milk to three times its normal width, had no chance.

“That’s a bummer.”

“Hhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm—” Fluttershy’s last cry was cut short as her bloated torso squished over her snout, engulfing her head completely. Where it sank into her torso, a dip remained. And the hose stayed firmly lodged in there, continuing to pump even more liquid into the jumbo-sized balloon that had once been a pegasus—one hundred times her volume and then even more. Her thick, inflated wings spread across the whole ceiling and pushed against the walls now; even her smallest feathers could have fit two stallions inside. Meanwhile, her body inflated tall enough to reach the ceiling as well. Her teats covered the wall behind; her left and front sides covered those two walls—leaving just a scant few feet along the back wall as the only space uninvaded by Fluttershy’s still-growing bulk.

And that’s where Tree Hugger was—standing on her hind hooves with her back to the wall. But even so, there was barely enough room: already, Fluttershy’s inflating mass pressed against Tree Hugger’s own stuffed gut. The two bellies squished against each other, then the exponentially larger one began spreading around Tree Hugger, inch by inch.

However, Tree Hugger just stared at the advancing wall of yellow fur, entranced. She wore a serene smile on her face, as if she could see all the mysteries of the universe in the wobbles and jiggles of that ballooning mass. As Fluttershy spread over her hind legs, pinning her to the wall, she just reached out and poked the unfathomably large belly, giggling as ripples spread across the yellow surface.

“Righteous,” was the last thing Tree Hugger said before she was completely engulfed by Fluttershy’s inflation.

But that still wasn’t the end. Fluttershy’s gargantuan crotchboobs continued producing endless volumes of milk; the milking machine continued sucking gallon after gallon out, then pumping it all down her throat. Her blimp of a body expanded to occupy every corner and every crevice remaining in the room. And even then, she filled with yet more milk, and the pressure built up inside. Tree Hugger found she could breathe out, but couldn’t breathe back in. With a very undignified squeeeeeeak, the air was forced out of her by Fluttershy’s expansion—first from her lungs, and then from the rest of her—squashing her flatter and flatter against the wall.

The wall creaked behind her—as did the other three walls and the ceiling. On every side, chairs and tables broke under the unrelenting pressure of Fluttershy’s continued inflation—the snaps and cracks of breaking furniture barely audible over the sloshing and gurgling from the vast body of liquid. A crack appeared in the front window. Seconds later, the entire pane shattered outwards, and Fluttershy’s side bulged through the now-empty frame. The front door bent before breaking off its hinges; the back door followed soon after, and a yellow bloating belly squished through both frames. More shattering glass could be heard overhead as her bloating feathers smashed through every skylight.

At last everything was still. Tree Hugger was completely flattened. There was no more furniture to break; there were no more doors or windows Fluttershy could squish through. The walls and ceiling bulged outward, but they could bend no further. Fluttershy had filled the room—and then some—but there was just no space for her to inflate any further.

But the milk would not stop, and neither would the pressure.

A loud gurgle came from somewhere deep in Fluttershy’s massive bulk. The house answered it with a long groan.

The room exploded. Shattered pieces of the walls blasted into the front and back yards; roof beams and shingles flew hundreds of feet into the air. From the rubble emerged a yellow balloon. Fluttershy, now unconstrained, swelled to her full size, higher than the still-standing corners of Tree Hugger’s house. She was nearly two stories tall—or three if you counted the thick, round wings sticking straight up from her back—a wide yellow globe with indents where her head and legs had sunk into her body, and rump cheeks and teats nearly as large as the room she had just demolished.

And somehow, that milk machine kept working, pumping Fluttershy’s whale-sized body even larger.

4. Magnanimous

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…”