The Queen Bee's Appetite

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"I'm big."
"I'm huge!"
"I'm humongous..."

"I'm big."

It had taken forty bags of wool, but finally, through the efforts of one pegasus and a swarm of honeybees, the Queen Bee of the Giant Honeybees of the Everfree Forest finally had pillows to lie down on when she needed them. Staring at the giant queen lying down contentedly, Fluttershy remarked in her head how odd of a request it had been for her. She had been tending to her animals at her cottage, when a worker bee four times the size of her buzzed out of the forest’s darkness and right to her; after waiting for her to get over her initial screaming fit, he genuflected and beseeched her for her help. Her mind had initially told her to run, but this was a honeybee, no matter how large or scary, and he needed her help.

The Queen Bee of the Everfree Forest had initially had doubts about how helpful a mere pony, one ten times smaller than her, could be; it was only Fluttershy's reputation as a friend to all creatures great and small (a reputation vouched for by a manticore) that convinced the queen to accept her aid. A few hours later, after a trip to the fabrics store and a favor from Rarity, the queen had a collection of pillows to ease her aching back while she laid eggs and commanded her swarm of honeybees around. Now, looking up at her majesty, Fluttershy could only make out gratitude.

“The designs on these pillows are beeeeeeautiful! You must compliment your friend on such a fine jobzzzzzz!”

Fluttershy looked at the pillows under the queen’s head, and the fireflies she had brought with her emitted enough light that she saw the honeycomb embroidery on it. Despite their being in a beehive, there was no honey on any of the pillows, even the ones underneath her body; the honeycomb structure somehow kept the pillows free of the sticky sugar around them. It really was beautiful, Fluttershy thought. “I will, Queen Bee. She’ll be happy to find out you love them so much.”

The queen’s eyes looked down upon her, and although Fluttershy wasn’t too familiar with apian anatomy, she could tell that her majesty was smiling. “And you, my dear, what they say about you is true! You really have the gentlest touch and deepest patience, my friend Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy couldn’t help but blush. “Aww, you’re too kind.”

“Yes, I know,” her majesty replied. “Is there anything that we can do for you in return?”

“Oh, no, your majesty. I’m just happy to help.”

“Humbzzzzle as well,” Her majesty said. “As you wish, bzzzut you are always welcome here, my little pony. And now I shall have one of my drones see you out, so you may continue tending to the rest of the world’s animals.”

Much as she would’ve loved to do that, she chuckled lightly at the thought. “Thank you. I would really appreciate the escort.”

As she finished saying this, one of the drones that were at her majesty’s beck and call flew up and buzzed next to the mare. “It would beeeeee my honor, your majesty. My lady Fluttershy, if you would follow me, I will show you the way out.”

With alacrity in her heart, Fluttershy bowed a farewell to everybee there, and turned to follow the drone down the large, labyrinthine hive.

It was a curious thing, to see so many bees wandering around without any light. Fluttershy knew a bit about their navigation methods, but herself needed the fireflies to walk around, and they were gracious enough to volunteer to help (which had aided to prove her gentleness and command of other beasts, to the bees); the bees themselves weren’t bothered by their presence in the slightest. The bees that did pass either paid no mind to her, or bowed their heads in respect for her service.

“I tell you, lady Fluttershy, your service today has helped us greatly.” The drone probably couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks, the compliments still getting to her. “She had the nastiest temper while her bzzzzzack ached. Snappy as a pincer bzzzzzug, and with the appetite of an Ursa Major! I suppose that may have had a part of the bzzzzzzack problem, though—don’t tell her I said that.”

She chuckled. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“You are as merciful as you are gentle, lady Fluttershy.” The drone bowed low enough to rub his head against her body—it alone being large enough to cover her entire side. “You ponies are small creatures,” he added with a buzzing laugh.

Fluttershy laughed, and a group of passing bees laughed with her. She didn’t know if they knew why; giant bee culture was still odd to her.

At length, Fluttershy’s ears picked up a dripping sound. As they flew onwards, the dripping got louder and louder, until it sounded like something was running. “Are we getting close to where the honey is stored?”

The drone laughed. “Lady Fluttershy, do you not know? We store it everywhere in the hive!” He pointed to a few cells, which were filled with a hard substance. “There it is, fresh beeswax ready for us during the winter.”

Fluttershy’s ears twitched at the rhythmic dripping. “Then what is that?”

“What’s what?”

She turned to an empty cell, and the light illuminated a stream of honey. She saw it running down the wall in globs at a time. “That. That’s liquid honey.”

The drone buzzed into the giant room. It was empty-looking, even as a creature as big as him flew inside it. Fluttershy followed, and the light revealed a little bit more. There was a hole in the wall of the cell, and a puddle of honey had formed on the floor. It wasn’t much for an insect as large as him, but for Fluttershy, it was a considerable amount.

“Huh,” the drone said to himself. “I’m guessing some of the younger, rowdier drones knocked themselves against here, and the beeswax began seeping through.”

As he explained what may’ve happened, Fluttershy watched the honey flowing down. It was golden yellow, as golden as the honey that she may’ve put on her toast. The air bubbles lazily moved inside of it as if dancing. She estimated that each glob would be a mouthful for her, a miniscule amount for the drone.

“Oh well,” he said without much care. “I’ll just cool it down and seal it for later—“

“Wait,” she found herself saying. Her stomach growled, prompting her further. “Could I-I mean, would it be possible if I-I don’t want to impose or intrude or anything, but—“

A passing drone peeked his head and said in a particularly low buzz, “She wants some honey, bro.”

The drone started in surprise. “Oh! That would make sense. I mean, our honey is superior to all other honeys on the planet, you just can’t find anything better.”

Fluttershy’s mouth watered. “I bet.”

He laughed. “But wouldn’t the honey drown your fireflies?”

Within the jar, the ten fireflies began crying out. “Oh sweet Celestia, what?” “You intend to fill this up?” “What about us?” “Sanctuary!”

“Oh, don’t worry my friends,” Fluttershy said soothingly. “I’m not planning to do anything dangerous to you guys.” She looked back to the drone. “Actually, I was thinking of drinking it… straight from the source. Um, if that’s okay with you.”

The drone’s eyes bugged, and he bowed low. “My apologies, lady Fluttershy. I didn’t realize. I’m sure the Queen wouldn’t mind you drinking some for your trip back.” He buzzed out of the way. “Please, help yourself.”

“Thank you.” She set the jar of fireflies down to the side (thus relieving them of being in danger) and made her way to the leaking wall. The heat emanating from it was more than usual honey was; she assumed it was because it had recently been harvested and was inside a compact beehive. Tentatively, she poked a hoof into the puddle below, finding it warm, yet cool enough for her to safely enter. With this assurance, she lowered herself into the sticky puddle.

She sank up to her hooves, halfway up to her knees and thighs. It was warm and relaxing, and for a moment Fluttershy relished the feeling. She wasn’t worried about the stickiness from it; her imagination conjured up the thought of her sitting down outside the hive, muzzle golden as she licked her hooves clean of the stickiness. Perhaps with a pot belly as well, her mind oddly conjured up.

Another glob hit the ground, pulling her from her imagination. Slowly, she made her way forwards toward the hole; the honey wouldn’t allow her to move quickly. The drone merely watched in silence, apart from his natural buzzing. Each glob hit the ground not with a plop, but rather silently. It smelled heavenly, she thought, nearly fainting from the aroma.

Finally, she eased herself forwards enough to be directly in front of the wall. Waiting for one more glob to fall, she took the time to look at the entranceway. No bee was watching or objecting. The drone watched patiently. With nothing else holding her back, she leaned forward and opened her mouth, waiting for the first drop.

It came faster than she thought it would. The first glob landed gracefully on her lips and teeth, and then slid past her teeth like she was swallowing a ball. Its formation didn’t break as the largest part of it pressed against the edges of her mouth, or as the bottom of it settled on her tongue. She moaned as the sweet flavor danced on her pallet; it wasn’t super sweet like sugar, but rather a mellow, for lack of a better word golden sweetness.

It didn’t let up as more of the bottom settled on her tongue, or as the widest part of the glob pushed itself past the corners of her mouth and it filled her cheeks. For that brief instant, she allowed the honey to fill every bit of space in her mouth and muzzle. The stream of honey above helped fill her mouth even more, until it began pooling above her upturned lips. Once it tickled and pressed against her lips, she swallowed as much as she could, taking note of the large bulge that travelled down her throat. It took two swallows to finish it off. The small stream of honey fell on her muzzle, as it was closed as she swallowed.

She couldn’t help herself: a moan escaped her. Next to her, the drone buzzed with excitement. “See?” he asked. “What did I tell you? It is the best honey in the world, none can compare.”

She merely nodded in response, the stream of honey spreading on her muzzle. She probably could’ve said something, but she was in too much bliss to do so. Eagerly, she opened her mouth for the next glob.

It came down just like the first, just as large and sweet. She let it fill her cheeks again before swallowing twice. The third glob went down the same as the second, and then the fourth, and the fifth, and so on. She was in bliss at that moment, being in warm honey and having warm honey inside of her. It made her warm and tingly.

The fireflies still glowed, so Fluttershy could see each bit of honey travelling down to her. Each swallow came with a loud gulp from her, and aside from the constant buzzing, that was the only noise in the cell. Her tummy felt heavy and full, and with each gulp it became even more so. Her belly began to poke out of her slender form from the amount of honey she had consumed, but she didn’t stop. Just a little bit more, she told herself.

Guuuuuuulp-gulp.

Guuuuuulp-gulp.

She began to feel bloated, and finally decided that it was time to stop. She lifted her hooves up to walk away… or at least she tried. Her right foreleg lifted up a few inches, but the honey wouldn’t come off of it. She tried yanking it away, only for it to bounce back down. She tried with the other leg, and met with the same result. Each leg sank slowly back into the puddle below her, perhaps even sinking an inch or two further in.

The bloated feeling increased, and she could actually feel her belly creeping slowly, slowly outwards. She went from bloated to cramped, and yet it wasn’t painful. She couldn’t explain why, even if she could speak, but the fullness felt… nice.

Not wanting to overstay her welcome, however, so she tried raising her hindlegs. The same effect happened, even weaker this time since her growing belly weighed her backside down. Another swallow, and from the side she would’ve looked six months pregnant. And all the while, the drone watched.

Guuuuulp-gulp.

Guuuulp-gulp.

Her gulps were becoming shorter, as if she were adapting to the pace. Centimeter by centimeter, her belly continued to grow under her. Her sides also began pushing outwards, causing her wings to bend. She moaned again, this time out of how comfortably tight and heavy she was becoming.

There must be something I can do about this, she thought, sneaking a glance over at the drone. I don’t want to take advantage of their hospitality. Her hooves slipped a little around the puddle below, which gave her an idea. If I can’t pull myself out, then I can at least get away from this.

Taking one last greedy mouthful of honey, making her stomach silently lower another centimeter—she now looked seven months pregnant—she began skidding her hooves backwards. She closed her muzzle, and the next glob of honey landed straight on her snout, some getting in her nostrils. Slowly but surely, she moved herself back until she was out of the dripping mess.

“Whew, finally,” she muttered with a sticky mouth. “Now I can—”

Before she could continue, she felt something pushing her forward. She took a look back to see the drone’s head against her rear, his wings pushing her forward effortlessly. In a single second, she was back under the stream of honey, her front completely pressed against the wall, and when she tried to pull away, she found herself stuck to it.

“Now, you can’t call that a proper amount of honey, can you?” the drone asked with a laugh. “That was barely even a morsel! Now, don’t worry about leaving us with nothing; I doubt a pony as small as you would deplete our resources drastically anyway.”

She moaned as the next glob landed completely on her snout; thankfully, it rolled down her chin instead of over her nostrils. Still, she couldn’t move from the spot. The force of the drone’s push had loosened up her legs, but she didn’t want to get those stuck as well.

So she did the only thing the situation would allow her to do: she drank.

The next glob of honey landed perfectly in her mouth, and she swallowed it, feeling her belly ache with a dull pain as it distended further. Another swallow, and it pushed outwards another centimeter. There was nothing better to do but stand there and swallow more and more, and grow rounder and fatter in this lonely cell.

How’d I get myself into this mess? She raised a hoof from the honey and pressed it into her gut, feeling it sink ever-so-slowly into her growing mass. The honey’s displacement wasn’t like poking a fat pony’s belly at all; it was more drawn out, and harder to push inwards. Still she continued, sinking it further until the honey would move no more. Another gulp, and her hoof felt the mass pushing it away.

And why am I enjoying it so much? Is it because the honey’s so sweet and delicious? Maybe. Is it… no, it can’t be… I actually like the feeling of growing?

It was one of the wildest notions that had ever crossed her mind. Her belly continued filling and growing slowly, and she continued swallowing almost dutifully. She realized that she could’ve just turned her head, gotten honey on half her face, and request that the drone pull her off. She could’ve kindly insisted that she had had enough; her stomach was incredibly tight and dense, looking like she was due to deliver a foal at any second, and all of that sugar would surely ruin her figure. If she tried hard enough, she could’ve shimmied back again, and make a run for it, right?

So why am I not doing any of that?

Another gulp, another centimeter added to her frame. She was now past pregnant, and began looking like she was going to give birth to twins. She decided to stand as still as possible, close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and isolate everything that was happening to her. She wanted to feel exactly what was happening in this moment.

Each glob of honey landed in her mouth just as before: gently plopping down on her teeth, and then sinking into her mouth, stretching just far enough to touch the corners of her lips before being sucked into her waiting gullet. Fluttershy would let it settle in her mouth and stretch her cheeks, and then let the stream that followed push her cheeks out further, and then swallow as much of it as she could in one giant gulp. It would travel down her throat, a bulge that completely blocked her airway and made her feel slightly lightheaded and tingly. Down, down it went, so large that it made her chest and withers bulge. She swore that her heartbeat became louder and moved against her chest with each gulp.

And then it would push into her stomach, and that large orb would push outwards to accommodate the volume. It wasn’t a sudden jolt of growth, either; she stood and paid close attention as her belly inched itself downwards, as her hips grew to the sides. Her bellybutton inched the furthest down, and as more honey pushed it downwards, it tingled in a way that Fluttershy couldn’t describe, whether it was just the stretching and weight or something more desirable. Her knees began to ache from holding up so much newfound weight, but some bending helped ease the pain. Her chest also began to feel the mounting pressure against it.

And then she’d take a few deep breaths, and it would repeat. Over, and over, and over again. She slowly grew larger and larger…

Her belly grew large enough to brush against the inside of her hindlegs. The surprising new sensation caused her to gasp. Another swallow, and she felt her belly creep more along her thigh. She squeezed her hindlegs against it, feeling it give way only a smidge; the denseness of the honey inside made it near-impossible to squish against. Another swallow, and she could actually feel her belly pushing her legs outward. It was only a few centimeters, but with how slow everything seemed to be going, it was almost as if she had become hypersensitive to everything that was happening.

A few more swallows showed Fluttershy something more about her current predicament: her hindlegs were too deeply stuck in the puddle of honey below her. They didn’t spread out to accommodate her growing bulk. Her belly pressed against her thighs and very tops of her fetlocks. Her hindlegs bowed out only a little bit; soon, finding no more room to grow, her belly began to shape itself around them. The front and back of her leg began to feel Fluttershy’s belly crawling along it, the further it spread outwards. A few gulps later and a divot began to form.

And all the while, she couldn’t do anything but drink further. Her legs were stuck in place, beginning to ache from the constant pressure.

And then, suddenly, her belly stopped growing. Her legs were spared further discomfort. It wasn’t painful, she admitted in her head, not yet. She took a few more swallows, hoping the force would help loosen her legs.

The next experience made her gasp and jump—as far as she could anyway—causing her dense belly to bounce.

The honey began moving elsewhere. She felt it push past her belly, slide past her teats, and begin filling up her haunches. It started at the bottom and filled up like a water balloon, except more slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Each second passed with her flanks and haunches creeping outwards, jutting outwards. In just a half-minute, her flanks were no longer svelte; rather, she could’ve been said to have a bubble butt and bulbous cutie marks. One that continued to grow with each passing second.

Soon, the honey seeped into her rump cheeks as well. She moaned lowly as they began growing outwards, growing heavier. She attempted to shake it about, and only caused it to slosh about, moving like a ball in the world’s slowest Neighton Cradle. Larger and larger it grew, until she had a proper badonkadonk.

And it just kept growing.

The next occurrence caused her to moan loudly, which piqued the drone’s interest. Her nethers filled with honey, a thick stream moving past her walls and stopping next to her lips. It filled her up and stopped right at her labia, even sealing itself around her clit. In excitement, she flagged her tail.

Or at least she tried to. At that instant, her dock thickened as well. She tried hiking it as fast as she could, but the climb up was arduous. Her back and rump felt electrified with pleasure as her tail made the slow climb up, up, up. Another swallow, and her dock thickened again, twice as wide as normal, and began sinking. She doubled her efforts, and finally got her dock standing straight up.

“Wow,” the drone said. “It looks like you’re growing a new stinger!”

The comparison went over her head as the weight of her dock caused it to sink back down. The weight of the honey in her backside caused her hooves to sink and slide in the puddle below. Her legs widened, though not from her own efforts this time.

With the new space, the honey she drank went to her belly again. It descended further downwards, her bellybutton now past her hocks and knees. The sudden sensation of it touching the puddle below caused her to moan again, as it was warm and sticky, much like her insides were. Her hips and sides were keeping up the growth as well, pushing her wings further away from her body; her midsection was like a dome with how round it was. Her flanks and rump continued filling, each dimension thrice what it normally was and still growing. The pendulous movement slowed the wider and heavier it became. Her dock slid along the top of her rump, honey invading it like was was being squeezed out of a tube

The rest of her body began filling as well. Her back began arcing upwards, the top of her belly pushing against her spine. Rather than feel pain, the tightness of the honey pushing its way upwards caused her to feel spikes of pleasure. Her forelegs began filling up as well, her shoulders blowing up like water balloons, from the bottom up. Her chest puffed out more than before, her heartbeat becoming slower and heavier as her heart was pushed outwards. Her neck thickened up as well, with fat rather than honey, so it was far less taut. Her cheeks were the size of softballs, and slowly growing larger, millimeter by millimeter. She even grew a double chin, the tiny bulge flaring out whenever she swallowed, squishing against her neck whenever she looked down.

She lifted her free foreleg, noting how much more effort was needed to lift it up, and pressed it against her chest. Her heartbeat was three-quarters of what it was originally, but didn’t seem like it would slow down further; each beat felt like it was pushing the honey through her veins, and it didn’t feel unwelcome to her. Her hoof moved slightly past that, and felt her dome of a belly growing against it, just barely creating a divot for it to sink into. Her other foreleg shook from holding the weight up by herself, so she put her leg back into the puddle. Okay, she thought to herself as her belly squished against her legs again. Now I really should stop.

Her bellybutton was completely submerged into the puddle, and the rest of her belly sinking into it and displacing it, when she pulled her face away. The honey dribbled onto her puffier coat, but she felt that it was better than taking any more honey. She looked back at herself: her body was bee-like, ovoid with a large rump, a dock that could’ve passed for a tiny stinger, and legs larger than her head was. Then she looked at the drone. “E-excuse me, sir.” Her voice was clearer, sweeter, and softer than she normally spoke. “I-I’m done. Please help me out of this.” Another glob fell, this one on her muzzle.

“Eh, if that’s all that you want,” the drone said, feigning disinterest. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh, yeeeees.” Her words were slow and simultaneously soft and sonorous. “This is the best honey I’ve ever tasted.”

“And a pony of your size has glutted herself greatly! You could almost pass for a bee yourself, if you had the stripe. Granted, one of the tiniest whelps, but a bee nonetheless.”

She groaned—or rather sang lowly.

“But anyway, you wish to leave, so I will help you out.”

She watched with wide eyes as he placed four of his six legs on her distended middle, noting that even though she was large, she nowhere near approached his size. He was delicate as he pushed her with ease through the puddle of honey. Her legs glided along, and her belly pushed the honey to the sides as she slid. In a second, her hooves were free. They were still sticky, but they were no longer stuck. She could just lick the honey off, she thought to herself, and then she thought herself crazy for thinking like that.

“Alright,” the drone buzzed. “After me, lady Fluttershy.”

After grabbing her fireflies, the two of them set off to leave the cell. A few worker bees made a comment of approval about Fluttershy’s new figure as they passed, causing her to blush. They also asked why she wasn’t flying, and she had to show that her wings wouldn’t be able to lift her bulk. Feeling the ball of her torso pulling her down with more force was an odd feeling for her.

Moving in general was an odd feeling for her. Her hindlegs quivered with every movement they made, and she couldn’t slide them past her belly, so she had to waddle. Her whole body rocked from side to side as she moved, her boulder of a belly at least keeping her steady, but her chest and neck swaying wildly. It didn’t help that her hooves were sticky, further impeding her movement.

As they continued, one recently-gathered comb of honey was still reflective, and it allowed her to get a good look of herself. The drone waited patiently as she stared at her belly past her knees and hocks, her flanks about as wide as she was long, her cutie marks thrice as large as before, her rump jutting a foot back, her cheeks the size of cantaloupes, her chest that jutted out like a pigeon, her forelegs that were like sandbags filled with honey, her dopey smile that she couldn’t explain.

“I’m big,” she muttered incredulously.

“Not really,” the drone corrected. “You’re more… just starting. We can make you big.”

“Oh, no!” Fluttershy said playfully. “I would rather not impose.”

“Actually,” a worker bee passing along interjected, “you’d be doing us a service if you were to, say, increase your size.”

Her brow raised. ”What?”

The worker smiled. “You liked the honey, right?”

Somehow, she found herself salivating. “I loved it.”

“And you wouldn’t mind helping us out a bit more, right?”

“Of course, anything!”

“Then,” the worker continued, grinning at his drone friend. “How would you like to become as big as us?”

Author's Note

Why is this not a complete story? Honestly, I had too much fun with the little bit that is there! Sorry about that. This will be no more than three chapters, that is already planned. The next chapter will be out Wednesday, the 9th. I hope you enjoyed what was there. Tried something new with this, and hopefully it's going alright so far.

"I'm huge!"

Her eyes bugged. “What?”

The worker bee and drone chuckled together, their laughter attracting other passing worker bees. “Would you, my tiny pony, like to have some more honey?”

She began breathing more heavily, causing her body to bob up and down. “B-but don’t you think that I’ve had enough?”

The worker looked at the drone. “Well?”

“Hardly,” the drone replied. “It would barely suffice one of the larvae.”

“But you must consider,” the worker replied in the closest bee equivalent of a nasally tone, “that she is a tiny pony.”

“And you should’ve seen how passionately she gulped it down!”

That caused every bee around to buzz in raucous laughter, and for Fluttershy to blush. Her belly tingled with the slow process of converting all of that honey to fat, freeing up just a smidge of space in her voluminous gut. That was, perhaps, enough to prod her onwards.

“But why do you want me to have more?” She asked.

The worker bee grew serious again. “Well, truth be told, even though we try our best, we can’t cool all of the nectar we collect quickly enough to harden in the combs, and some of it runs downwards through our hive. We have a puddle of honey near the very bottom of our hive; it’s not much by our standards, but we would like to have it out of here all the same. It’s just a warm puddle that’s sitting down there, it’s rather odd if you ask me.”

The image of a puddle—or in her mind a lake—of warm golden honey made her mouth water. She imagined herself shuffling out of the hive and back home with a belly twice as large—thrice as large—five times as large as what she had now—and then she paused. “Um, but how would I get home?”

Everypony looked at her with a confused expression. “Why don’t you just fly home?”

“Um…” She tried flapping her wings, and they all saw that they were weighed down too much.

“Huh.”

“Is that a pony thing?”

“Maybe she drank too much honey for her own size.” A few of them chuckled. When they saw Fluttershy recoil at the statement, they slowly approached her. “No, Lady Fluttershy, it’s fine, we are happy that a guest of honor had so much love for our honey.”

“And is willing to help us out by drinking more!”

An excited buzzing followed from every bee there, and before she knew it she was being carried off in the legs of one of the workers. The drone flew by, giving her encouraging buzzes as she moved along. She, meanwhile, let her legs dangle against her belly as she thought of the upcoming few moments.

“Excuse me,” she said quietly to the drone. “But nopony had answered my question.”

“Of course,” the drone said matter-of-factly. “There are no ponies here other than yourself.”

She blinked, and then corrected herself. “I mean, how am I going to get home? I can’t fly, and even now I can barely walk. If I drink any more, I don’t think I’ll be able to move!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We will be able to get you home. Even if we have to roll you.”

“Yes,” the worker bee carrying her added. “You are in good company, lady Fluttershy. Just enjoy yourself.”

Another worker flew up and prodded her side. “We appreciate your offering to help us out.”

She wanted to point out that she hadn’t actually agreed to anything at that point, but decided to keep quiet for the time being. She felt small in the bee’s legs, but knew that her friends would think her huge when she came back home. Oh, but Twilight and the rest of them would surely help me out, right? She felt better affirming this, and let the bees carry her without a dissenting thought.

They travelled through many tunnels, none of which Fluttershy could keep track of but which she knew the bees knew by hoof—or leg, she supposed. They travelled downwards for some time. The fireflies continued buzzing on, a touch skittish at being around much larger insects. More bees joined them along the way, eager to help the lady of honor in their hive.

“See there?” the drone pointed to the walls. She looked, and could see a golden trail running down from the walls into the floor. Then there was another. Soon there was practically a stream flowing below her. It made her feel nervous going above it. “That’s our problem, and we would certainly like your help in getting rid of all of this.”

All of this? Her stomach growled, both in anxiousness and anticipation. Maybe it’s too late to say no?

That thought was near-instantly quelled. She couldn’t turn down an offer to help these bees out, no matter how preposterous the mission.

Finally, they reached a single honeycomb where all of the honey was seeping in through. The concentration of honey was going through a single hole now, one that could reduce the flow for Fluttershy to drink easily from. She had a feeling that she knew where her muzzle was going to be placed.

They pushed open one of the combs and showed her what lay beyond the stream. The sight made her stomach growl in desire: a lake full of honey. The problem mustn’t have been as long as she had thought, for it looked to be just as deep as a regular swimming pool. The bees dangled her right above it, and she could feel the heat emanating from it.

The stream continued through the hole onto a hard piece of honeycomb, acting as a platform before moving down into the lake below. It was large enough that a majority of the bees following Fluttershy were able to land on it, getting their feet sticky in the process. Fluttershy was put down on the platform, and she could feel her hooves sinking into the stream. It didn’t come up to her belly yet, though she imagined that would change soon. The honey glacially moved past her hooves, sliding slowly on by.

“Okay,” the worker bee said to her as he eased her near the small hole. “All we need for you to do is drink enough honey in order to give us enough time to stop the leakages, and to stop the puddle of honey from getting any larger.”

How can you think that’s a puddle?

“Can you please do that for us?”

Fluttershy’s heart pounded heavily in her chest. This is just like that one story, where the colt stopped the dam from leaking with his hoof until help arrived. Only this time, it’s with a muzzle… wait, why can’t I just use my hoof to stop it? Surely that is a better option than drinking more… honey…

She approached the dribbling hole, watching as honey poured out quicker than the previous hole, but still slowly. But they’re being so generous. Offering me more of their delicious honey, offering to take me home, offering to protect me through the Everfree Forest… how could I turn that down?

She pressed her lips against the hole, feeling the sweet honey rolling onto her tongue. Her stomach gurgled with anticipation. Besides, they neeeeeeed my help, right? It will just come with a lot of ssweeeeeeet hoooooneeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy.

The first gulp went down quickly. It was a slick bulge that dropped like a whole apple down her throat and settled into her body, which had already begun to widen to fit everything inside. The next one came faster than Fluttershy could’ve realized, and it was like swallowing a cantaloupe, and her body filled out the same speed, leaving a lump in her chest waiting to become a part of her. She attacked the third, swallowing the apple-sized glob of honey before it could develop into another stone waiting to seep into her stomach.

Her body began filling out immediately, faster than before. Her belly descended downwards with the weight of the honey, her bellybutton tingling from the faster stretching it endured. Her hips pushed themselves outwards, her wings bending against her widening hips. Her flanks and haunches pushed outwards further than her hips, her cutie marks stretching larger than apples themselves. Her rump filled out taller and further back, each sulcus beginning to press into her fetlocks. Her chest bulged further outwards, pushing her thickening forelegs apart. Her cheeks also grew, each one the size of two apples, and slowly growing with fat.

The bees around her buzzed with approval, and she moaned at the attention. She placed a hoof into her belly, feeling a layer of fat give before meeting her round taut gut. She looked down, and felt her slowly-growing double chin squish into her neck. Each second saw it grow a few millimeter outwards, making each gulp that much larger against her chin and neck. She moaned again, rubbing the bulge wtih her hoof. Now her chin was sticky, and a small trail ran down her neck.

She returned to her original position and focused on the task at hand. She widened her legs to allow her belly more room to grow—and then groaned as her belly pushed its way back into her thighs. It pressed against her fetlocks, and seemed to push into her backside as well. As her rump continued to push itself back, the skin around her marehood and anus also pushed backwards. It was distracting, enough that the drone felt the need to shove her face back into the hole. A team of bees had been sent out to cool down the cells of honey that were leaking so this would stop, so she was relieved that it would stop eventually.

And yet she had a staggering picture of how much honey had built behind the wall, and she had a feeling that it would all be going into her. She didn’t know how; the equine body had limits, right? But this size was already preposterous, so the sky was the limit.

Or, as her eyes darted up, to ceiling was the limit. The very very high ceiling.

She gulped, both in obedience and in nervousness.

Her belly continued pushing into her legs, forcing all four of them outwards. Her chest also pushed her forelegs further apart, while her hindlegs dangled off to the sides, her belly creeping between them. Her sulcuses and haunches were sagging over a quarter of her fetlocks, her lowest cutie marks pointing downwards while her highest ones bulged upwards. Her shoulders rubbed against the bottom of her neck as they too thickened up.

The bees all buzzed in admiration.

She was so heavy, her legs ached for relief. Her hooves actually shook from the effort of holding her up, yet she couldn’t move her knees or move to the side to lie down; she was stuck by force in that rigidly standing position, becoming rounder and rounder. She could barely even move her dock, the once-tiny appendage now as thick as her fetlock and a lot blunter. Her crack had squished it between her cheeks, so her tail stood motionless against the growing backside she now carried. And since her head was already level with the hole, her neck stayed upright and unmoving.

She was like a balloon, completely still as she was relentlessly filled up to the brim.

She was completely still as her belly squished against her hock, mere inches from the ground, as the stream of honey slid along its round surface.

She was completely still as her wings bent at an even further angle from her burgeoning hips and sides.

She was completely still as her back curved upwards, her withers merging with her shoulders.

She was completely still as her hindlegs bowed upwards, trying in vain to keep the rest of her body up.

She was completely still as her forelegs began to merge with her bulbous breast, her cannons bowing outwards as they tried to keep herself standing.

She was completely still as her cheeks and chin filled up, pressing into her eyelids and her neck without even having to look down.

She was completely still as her neck thickened with fat, although it was hard to tell as each bulge of honey pushed it outwards too quickly for her to notice.

She was completely still as she grew bigger

And bigger

And bigger…

Her bellybutton finally pressed against the ground, feeling the hard glossy surface of the honeycomb below her and trapping honey inside of the hole. She moaned, incredulously taking in her size. Oh, my stars! I didn’t think that I would actually get this big! The honey is still great, but I really hope that they hurry.

As if on cue, one of the bees came back. “One of the ten honeycomb cells has been completely dried. The rest of the honey is making its way down here now.”

Wait, ten cells? And nine of them are still running? Oh, sweet Celestia, I don’t know how much more I can take!

“Her stinger is dull,” this worker bee commented. “Should I sharpen it?”

“Nah,” the drone replied. “That’s normal for ponies.”

“Yeah, but that is one… thick stinger. Damn.”

She blushed. I hope he’s not talking about what I think he’s talking about.

The thoughts of this worer bee and her together were interrupted by a sticky popping sound. She looked back, and saw that her hindhooves had risen from the ground, the force of her belly pushing downward lifting them upward. Her body tilted forward, as her forehooves continued to stick to the ground. The resulting angle made swallowing harder, but it still went in at the same pace. Now free from their confines, her hindlegs spread apart, almost as if she were trying to do the splits.

Her fetlocks continued to be slowly covered by her flanks and sulcuses, but something else had begun to happen: the top of her haunches began to merge with her belly. It was like honey was creeping from her gut into her haunches and flanks, enough that they reached equilibrium. Slowly, honey continued to seep into her legs, thickening them up to appear indistinguishable from her middle, which itself continued to grow and spread outward. And behind her, her rump continued to grew, taller and wider than a door, deeper than a mailbox, heavier than a pony.

She groaned as she felt the new sensation, and then emitted a babbling moan as she continued to tilt forward. Now it was an effort to swallow, but she had to; her cheeks continued to fill up even when she took a few seconds’ break. Her chest pressed into the wall in front of her, beginning to push her away, while her forelegs, each one larger than a sack of rice, dangled at a 90 angle apart from each other. Like her hindlegs, her forelegs began to fill to match her front, slowly merging with her torso.

Another few degrees of tilting, and with the honey running into her nostrils, her muzzle could take no more. With a plop!, she popped herself out and coughed, violently blowing her nostrils to get the honey out. No matter how hard she tried, it stayed in there, stubbornly sticking and restricting her breathing.

“Is there something wrong, lady Fluttershy?” the drone asked, approaching her. “Is this something that ponies do?”

“No offense,” a worker bee added, “bzzzzut the honey’s running out onto your coat and into the puddle.”

She couldn’t answer. As bad as it felt to have her front covered in honey, it was aggravating to have the honey in her nostrils. Blow after blow, but nothing. She was becoming lightheaded quickly.

That was when she was approached by one of the worker bees, a female. “Here,” she buzzed softly. “Let me help you out with that.”

Fluttershy’s heart beat heavily—there was too much honey inside of her for it to beat quickly—as the giant creature approached her. She was helpless to do anything but watch with wide eyes as the bee reached into her nostrils with her legs and delicately pulled the offending honey out of one of them. Just as calmly, the other nostril was cleared, and Fluttershy’s breathing returned to normal.

It took her a minute to regain her senses, during which time the female worker conversed with the others. She was vaguely aware that her front was covered in honey, but that was alright. She was also aware that, as she had pulled away from the honey, her forelegs had lifted off of the ground. Her belly was now the only thing supporting her, and it slowly became ovoid, but not by too much.

When she finally came to, she found the female bee holding something around her muzzle. Her eyes went wide as she figured out what it was: a vine. Why are they doing this? Are they planning on tying me up? Are they kidnapping me? They wouldn’t do that, would they?

The very end of the vine was shoved into her mouth, and Fluttershy’s tongue probed it. It was slightly wet and cold, but that wasn’t what worried Fluttershy. The vine was hollow. Wait, are they really planning on—

Her suspicions were confirmed as the drone carefully placed the other end of the vine into the hole, and everyone watched as the honey travelled down the vine in bulges. They are.

“There,” the female worker said with pride. “Now you can’t get any honey in your nose whatsoever. It will all go into your mouth, and no more of it will drip down on the floor!”

“Thnks,” Fluttershy grunted as the first bulge travelled into her throat.

“And again, we appreciate how much you’re willing to help us with this. We already have two cells completely dry now, only eight more to go!”

Fluttershy nodded—and gave a loud moan. Her double chin had grown, and rubbing it between her muzzle and neck produced an obscene amount of pleasure. She couldn’t describe why it was happening, but nonetheless she rubbed the bulge, now wider than her muzzle, back and forth, left and right. Her neck squished up under her.

Now that her hooves were free, she lifted them up—which took a lot of effort, since they were so heavy—and pressed them into as much of her belly as she could reach. She had about a foot-thick layer of adipose on her, the honey converting itself into energy for later, and it squished as she reached the hard container her body had become No dimple or divot formed as she pressed past her fat and into her belly. Her shoulders restricted a lot of movement, coming a third of the way up her neck, and steadily getting higher. Her chest had a similar result, a layer of fat and then a hard center. Her heartbeat was slow and placid, in sync with her swallows.

Her hindlegs were a different matter. They were nearly as thick as tree trunks, and from how heavy they were, and how widely they were spread, there was no moving them. Her dock was merging with the rest of her backside, her tail dangling on the outside of her right cheek. Her flanks and haunches continued to merge with her middle, slowly becoming one single part of her. Her fetlocks dangled uselessly, threatening to get sucked into her body if she continued like she was doing.

Of course, that was what she was going to continue doing. More and more honey went into her, lifting her up to twice her normal height. Her wings stuck to her sides, only being able to move a few inches up or down with how hard her hips pressed against them. Her chest and back rounded out completely, completing her ball-like appearance. Her forelegs continued to fill with honey, appearing as hills on her massive frame, instead of appendages on a pony. She couldn't move them anymore. Her shoulders crept up with force along her neck, and that too began to thicken up with honey. Her double chin hung ponderously as she looked down at her neck disappearing from her body.

The only movements she could make were with her hooves, which were slowly being sucked into her legs and torso; her neck, which was being sucked into her shoulders and withers combined; and her face, which was as large as a foal, only a lot tubbier. Her muzzle's movement was restricted, as the vine had to be kept in place.

Another bee returned. "Another cell dried."

"That makes three!"

She groaned in disbelief. Why can't they just hurry?

Her body continued to grow. She was now halfway as large as any of the bees there, which made them applaud, and her cutie marks were larger than a regular pony. Her hindlegs finally merged completely with her belly, and her forelegs merged with her chest-torso, essentially making her a globe from the neck down—and even that was disappearing. Her dock also merged with her rear, leaving only the hairs of her tail to dangle behind her; her rump could've held a carriage each.

She continued to grow. The jar of fireflies had to be moved to avoid being crushed, much to her relief. She was now three times as tall as she originally was, and just as wide. Her teats were so far back, they ran off of the platform and dangled above the lake of honey. That caused her some worry, but there was nothing she could do; her wings were too tightly pressed against her fat, bloated and widening sides to move. Would the bees be able to rescue her, if she fell?

"Another cell dried."

"Mine's dried as well."

"That makes five!"

Halfway there. You can do this, Fluttershy!

Her growing slowed; it too more honey to push her body out another inch, which gave her some relief. True, her body's weight was still increasing at a consistent rate, but at least she wouldn't be growing as quickly.

That was until another female worker bee came in, with another vine. Fluttershy's eyes didn't blink once as the first female bee guided her to the hole. A puncture was made into it, and honey dribbled out of that. The vine was placed in, and then carried to Fluttershy's mouth. She tried shaking her head, which set her cheeks wobbling out of her control, but the vine was shoved in regardless. The bees around buzzed in approval.

"See, Fluttershy?" the drone said, buzzing up to her. "Now you can help clear this mess twice as quickly! And enjoy double the honey!"

She groaned as the bulges of honey came quicker, alternating between each vine. Her body grew faster, her cannons and fetlocks sticking straight out as her torso simultaneously pushed them outwards and sucked them into themselves. Her shoulders crept up more quickly as well, and she could feel her double chin pressing against them if she turned her head.

The growth continued unabated. She couldn't do anything but swallow and listen to what small noises the bees made while entranced with her getting bigger and bigger. Her neck's movement was nearly gone, and her knees were swallowed up by her chest.

Despite all of that, she couldn't complain—or, rather, she wouldn't complain. The honey was still as warm and decadent as before, smoothly going down and settling placidly into her now-titanic gut. The feeling of her skin continuously stretching to contain it all caused her to develop a greater sense of touch, and the warmth of the honey, the stretching she endured and the breeze caused by the buzzing of the bee's wings electrified her. And despite being as heavy as an elephant (she wagered), the heaviness and motionlessness made her feel at peace, almost giddy. For a brief moment, she wondered if she was going to fill up the whole place.

"No, she's not going to fill up the whole place," the male worker bee buzzed. "There's not enough honey for that."

She sighed in relief and... disappointment? As she did this, another bee came buzzing by.

"Another cell has been dried."

"That leaves just three! Keep going, Fluttershy, you're doing great!"

"Wow! How long has she been at this? She's as big as us!"

"Mmph?" She looked over and saw some of the bees on the ground. She was actually eye-level with them; she began to sweat trying to conceive just how big she was. In reality, she was five time taller than she had been, and just as wide. Her cannons and fetlocks were halfway absorbed into her body, sticking out with no chance of movement. Her hooves could still flex, thought that was little consolation. Her withers rubbed the back of her head, which prompted a moan out of her, and as they continued to rise it felt like she was getting a gentle massage. Her large cheeks rested against her shoulders as they also rose up.

A few minutes passed, and she surpassed the bees in height. Another few minutes, and she was seven times as tall as she was before. To pass the time, she paid attention to her body sucking up her legs. It was like putting her hoof in cookie dough; her body rolled itself over centimeter after centimeter of her legs, embracing them within herself. The tighter it became, the more comfortable she felt within herself. Her belly continued to fill, her sides continued to spread, her backside continued to grow, and they were all consuming her cannons and fetlocks. After supporting so much weight, it felt nice to get some relief.

Another bee came by to announce another dried cell. She didn't hear it exactly, as she was now too high up to hear. Eight times her old height, and she continue to grow. Her mind had gone into a state of bliss, having nothing to do but suck and suck, grow and grow. She could've done this forever; maybe with how nature would continue providing nectar for the hive, she could.

But then the platform broke.

In an instant, she felt herself falling. The bees all flew up in a panic, each one clinging to an outer part of the wall, while she descended into the pool of honey. Her eyes bugged as she realized what was happening, and that she couldn't do anything.
"Mmmph!" she cried out for them. "Plzzzzz hup!"

She hit the honey with a splash, and a tidal wave emanated from her massive bulk. She didn't drop like a stone, though; rather, the honey slowly displaced itself, allowing her to sink slowly into it. In her sugar-altered mind, it was like sinking into a mud bath, only a lot stickier and sweeter and warmer and better. Her body had wrapped around her legs tightly enough to prevent any honey from getting trapped within them.

After thirty second's descent, she landed softly on the ground below. It was just as hard and glossy as any of the other cells. Her head stayed above the honey—and then rose above it. And the vines were long enough to stay in her mouth, still bringing honey her way, still allowing her to grow.

"Are you alright, lady Fluttershy?"

She didn't answer with words; she merely moaned. The warm bath of honey, the warm taste of honey, the warm fullness of honey, nearly made her lose her sense. She drank heartily, her body passing ten times her old height, larger than the Queen Bee herself.

"I just got word," the drone shouted from above, "that the remaining cells have been dried. Now all you have to do is drink up the rest of the stuff. And then we'll figure out how to get you out!"

That's fine, she thought dreamily. I can wait.

She continued to grow, displacing more honey, becoming taller, losing more of her legs into herself. It felt like an hour had passed when she was done, and she had drank enough to bring herself level with the hole again. She continued to suck, but no more honey came through. She moaned in disappointment, and then out of sheer fullness.

She was fifteen times as large as she was before coming in here. She was as tall as her cottage, larger than that, she thought, and near-completely spherical. Her cheeks were larger than she was when she came in! Her nape pressed against the top of her head, and her withers rubbed the backs of her ears; her main was crushed between her flesh, but she couldn't move much anyway, so she didn't mind. Her double-chin was sandwiched between her shoulders and her muzzle, her neck almost-completely swallowed up. Her legs had been swallowed up to her ankles, her hooves just barely movable. Her wings were stuck to her sides, both by the honey and by her girth. Her cutie marks were each larger than three ponies. Her tail dangled against what had once been her rump cheeks.

In short, she was a globe of a pony.

The vines fell from her mouth as she gasped at her enormity. "I'm huge!"

"Yes, you are," the drone said incredulously.

"We may've gone overboard with this," the male worker bee added.

"I wonder what the queen would say," the female worker bee added.

"Say about what?"

Every bee buzzed to the far wall, buzzing in terror; Fluttershy looked up, her heartbeat becoming a heavy thump in her chest. From the entrance to this pool, the Queen Bee flew in, flanked by several drones. From this angle, Fluttershy thought her majesty looked far more menacing than lying one pillows.

"I heard a loud noise in here!" she buzzed impatiently. "What in the name of Mellona is going on in here—"

The Queen caught sight of Fluttershy. Then, in an angry buzz, looked at the rest of the hive. "What happened here!?"

"Well, we—"

"You see—"

"We were only trying to—"

"Oh, please don't be mad at them!" Fluttershy pleaded from below. Her voice was mellifluous yet faint. Still, the Queen Bee heard her, and descended down to her level.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little..." She shrugged as best as she could. "I'm so sorry that this got out of hoof. I didn't mean for it to—"

"Calm down," her majesty said authoritatively. "What happened?"

Fluttershy told her everything. How she had wanted to sample some honey, how she had had too much, how she was requested to help stop a stream of honey from collecting down below, and how she had drank until she was her current size. All the while, the drones that had surrounded the queen had rustled up the other bees there, who were buzzing with nervousness.

When Fluttershy was done, her majesty looked at the other bees. "Is this true?"

"Yes," the drone piped up. "All of it."

When her majesty looked back at Fluttershy, she was smiling. "Then you've done us a greater service than we could've asked for."

Fluttershy blinked. "You mean you're not mad?"

"Not in the slightest! That running honey was such an inconvenience, and you helped us clean it up. That still leaves this puddle down here, but we can get to that in time. For now, you've done more than help us, and you are free to go home."

Fluttershy's pupils shrank. "Oh, about that..."

The Queen Bee stared for a moment, and then started. "My word, you're huge! Are you able to move?"

"No, not really."

"But how are you planning on getting home?"

"Well, the bees said that they would lift me home, but—"

"There's no way they'd be able to lift you!" Her majesty sighed.

"We're sorry, Your Majesty!"

"We didn't mean for her to get this big!"

"It's alright, everybee, calm down." Her majesty laid a sympathetic leg on Fluttershy's shoulders. "Do you have any plans?"

"Well... my friends can come find me! Rarity knows that I'm off in the Everfree with bees, so tracking me down shouldn't be a problem. Especially with Zecora and Discord around; they're great scouts, you see." She would've normally said that Zecora knew the Everfree like the back of her hoof, and Discord would just teleport to her whenever he felt like it, but she said the other thing for brevity's sake.

"Isn't there any other pony that can understand us?"

"No, it's just me. I'm sorry."

Her majesty nodded. "As long as you have somepony to help you, that's all that matters. For now, you are our guest."

She rose up and addressed every bee there. "Hear ye! You are to watch over Fluttershy until her friends come to get her!"

"Yes, your majesty!" they all buzzed in unison.

"And, since she has helped us a great deal today, she may have as much honey as she desires!"

Fluttershy gasped. "Ohmygosh, more?" She didn't know what surprised her more: the outcome of events, the possibility of her getting even more honey, or her stomach's growling in desire for more.

Author's Note

Final chapter coming Saturday, the 12th.

For those of you who follow my stories: the next chapter of A Little Cream will also be coming out on the 12th. It was supposed to be the 5th, but the draft I had was really badly paced and had POV issues, so I staved it off for a week to work on it more.

"I'm humongous..."

“Heave ho!”

Over a dozen bees shoved themselves against Fluttershy’s backside, pushing her inch-by-inch down the corridor. It had taken their combined effort to lift her out of the lake of honey, and some more time to clean the honey from the ball of her body. She had, of course, nothing else to do but sit there and let it happen; even if she didn’t enjoy it, she couldn’t reach down to swat them away or, in good conscience, ask them to stop. Their feet skittering on her massive body felt amazing.

And now her body turned around and around, her world spinning upside-down and rightside-up over and over. Thankfully, the honey was so tightly packed in that all of the motion didn’t affect it that much, preventing any nausea; she could feel her eyes spinning, though, even with how slow she was turning. The single light source from the fireflies made it a lot more disorienting.

She didn’t know how long she was turning for, or how long they had pushed her, but eventually they came to a stop at a hollow in the hive. She couldn’t see how far the walls extended, as the light didn’t even illuminate the walls. There was an echo as her layer of fat sloshed around and as the bees’ wings buzzed. They had rolled her in for at least ten minutes after entering, and then they stopped her.

“Do you think this is far enough?” The worker grunted.

“I don’t think she’ll get much bigger than that,” the drone replied. “But just to be safe, this is about as close to the center as we can get.”

Fluttershy’s eyes stopped rolling as she got a look around. “Where are we?”

“We’re at the very bottom of the hive,” the female worker told her. “This was one of the first parts of it constructed years ago, but as the hive grew, this part was soon abandoned. Every bee wanted to live as far up as possible.

“Due to decay, a lot of the surrounding walls have fallen, so this cell is a lot bigger than the others. About a mile or two in any direction. But we cleaned up the residue before bringing you here, so you won’t have to worry about landing on anything sharp.”

“Speaking of worrying,” the drone added, disappearing into the distance. In a few seconds, he returned with a few glowing crystals. “Here. I think ponies are more dependent on light for navigation than us bees, so we’ll keep this near you for your own good.” He placed it on her chin, and it stuck there, having been glued on with honey. “This should give the fireflies you have some relief.”

She couldn’t hear the fireflies down below, but assumed that they would be relieved to go back home and be with their families.

“Don’t you worry,” the female worked said, patting her cheek. “We’ll make sure they get back home safe and sound.”

“Yep,” the male worker bee said. “Nobody likes messing with us Everfree Honeybees, so everything will be safe and sound. And now for the final addition. Bring them down!”

She could hear something snaking its way down, and soon felt something hit her body. They slithered forwards and backwards, and for a moment she wondered if they were anacondas there to keep her company. Soon two of them came into view: two vines, like she had drank from before.

“These are for you. We’ve gathered up as many vines as we could, bonded them together with honey, and brought them down here. These two will give you a supply of honey from the lake, and we’ll be sure to bring you more if it takes longer for you to drain it. The other two you feel are to hold waste; we don’t want you to get uncomfortable, after all.”

As he finished explaining this, she felt something prodding her backside. She tried flicking her tail out of the way, but without her dock all that it could do was sit limply there. She groaned as a vine was shoved into her rear, and another one was placed within her nethers, pushing the honey in there back into her.

“There!” The drone exclaimed in delight. “Now you have all of your needs taken care of. And we will come by often so you don’t get lonely. Now, you’re sure your friends will be able to find you?”

“Oh, yes,” Fluttershy whispered. “D-Discord will be able to find me instantly when he wants to talk to me.” Oh, but we just had tea this morning! It will be at most a week before he comes looking for me. I mean, I can wait, right? I’ll have company, and plenty of honey.

“Good.” The bees gave her the other two vines, which she placed in her mouth. “Now just it back—or keep standing, or lying down, or… you know what? Enjoy yourself.”

“Thnk yu,” she mumbled with a face full of vines. She relaxed completely, her face sinking into her double chin, and waited for the first mouthful of the sweet nectar.

“I can’t believe these fools wouldn’t even have the decency to tell me which of these vines was for food and which was for waste!” A very disgruntled honeybee muttered to himself as he fiddled with the four vines in front of him. “That’s just ridiculous!”

This particular bee had four vines dangling at the edge of the lake of honey, waiting for instructions. But, of course, none came. Every bee that had been a part of this operation was down below, waiting for him to bring the honey down.

“Oh well,” he said, finally exasperated. “They’ll figure it out sooner or later.” With that, he threw all four of them into the lake. The honey ran through them in bulges, quickly travelling down, down, down into the hive.

The first two bulges of honey came through, and Fluttershy swallowed them with ease; the day’s drinking had acclimated her to the pace. The bees cheered as she continued to consume copious amounts of honey, and she smiled in joy, almost giddiness, at seeing every bee so happy.

And then her eyes went wide. She felt something slap against her anus, and then stretch it out. She groaned as she felt something warm push its way inside her rear, and quickly realized that it was honey as well. It pushed inside of her, running through her digestive system into her belly—which had already resumed its growth.

And then she moaned at the next sensation. Another bulge landed straight against her nether lips, squishing them as the honey worked its way into her vagina. She cooed and her hooves curled against her mass as glob after glob of hot, sticky honey forced its way into her, gliding across her clit, and adding on to the gallons of honey already inside.

Then more and more honey came in through there, and she realized that she needed to tell the bees what was going on. But try as she might, she couldn’t get her tongue past the honey coming in to push the vines out. The bees still cheered as they saw the already-colossal Fluttershy growing larger.

“We’ll be back for you, lady Fluttershy!” the drone buzzed. “We have chores to do for the hive, so we’ll be gone for a while. Enjoy yourself!”

“Mmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!” She tried alerting them of what was going on, but the bees had already buzzed away, heading for the entrance. She sighed, and decided to try an enjoy it while it lasted.

That was surprisingly easy for her. The warmth of the honey shooting into her most private parts kindled some of her fantasies she had at home, and the fact that she got to indulge in them as much as she wanted, while also drinking the bees’ ambrosia, made her feel giddy. She wasn’t lightheaded anymore, as her breathing had also acclimated to the onslaught of honey.

Minutes passed, and the flow was unrelenting. Two gulps in her mouth, two bulges in her back. She elevated up to twenty times taller than she had originally been, and rubbed her hooves against her body.

That sensation made her realize just how little of her legs remained. Her hooves just barely poked out of her belly, sinking further and further in. A few more minutes passed, and she felt like a sock fresh out of the dryer was wrapped around her hooves. Then it felt like a vice was being wrapped around them, slowly getting tighter and tighter. She tried to twitch them, but there was no movement possible. Each hoof was entirely restricted by her body and what had once been her legs. The grip grew tighter only slightly, not being tight enough to become painful. The divots that formed grew deeper and deeper, her body continuously pushing herself outwards and her hooves inwards.

She tried imagining what she looked, and could only imagine herself as a sphere. Her belly and back dominated her, a single ovoid mass. Her tail dangled uselessly against what had once been her rump, and her wings were firmly pressed against her sides, sinking into the layer of fat on her.

There was only one body part that stuck out: her head. And that, she imagined, would change soon.

Her body had already been hard at work assimilating that into her, and with the four vines pumping her endlessly with honey, the process accelerated. What had once been her withers crept over the top of her head, like a kitty cat was trying to climb on and get a good spot to sleep. Her shoulders pressed against her cheeks, squishing them against her face. Her chest pressed against her chin, making her moan again and burying it against the rest of her face.

She was powerless to do anything as her body crept over her ears. She folded them back just as her shoulders rolled over them, inch by inch pressing them flat against her skull. That afforded her a new realm of sounds: large amounts of gulping and honey running down her throat, her skin stretching to contain the gargantuan amount, her stomach somewhere deep down processing the excess energy into fat, her moans echoing throughout her body.

It reached the corners of her eyes, and for a moment she wondered if she was going to be buried in darkness. As her shoulders pushed past her cheeks, she saw that her watermelon-sized cheeks were pressing against the top of the divot she was forming, keeping her encroaching back from pressing down any further. Similarly, her fatty cheeks and chin kept the bottom and sides of her constricting flesh from squeezing her any further. Turning her head was now impossible, so all she could do was watch as her world slowly disappeared.

Her muzzle gently glided over her chest as it made the final adjustment to her body. Now only a trail of mane stuck out, and in a matter of gulps, that too disappeared.

The lights that the bees had glued on stayed put, but they were becoming more distant. Fluttershy watched as, minute by minute, hour by hour, they grew more distant. She figured that soon her body would grew too big for her to see them, and decided to enjoy them while they lasted.

After all, the bees will come back and make everything right.

She lost track of time as she drank and grew, drank and grew. She didn’t know how large she was growing, only seeming to register shock at how much larger she had become. She couldn’t move a single part of her body, and she felt so heavy. The honey was the only thing keeping her sane.

My friends will find me soon, she told herself in her mind. I wonder what they’ll say when they see me like this! I’m enormous… I wonder how big I’ll get. They did say that this room was miles big. Surely I can’t get that big, right? I’m not going to get that big.

But as she found out eventually, as her sides pressed against the old hive walls and struggled to break free, she was massively wrong.

Author's Note

And there it is, my first foray into inflation literature. The main reason I wrote this is because I wanted to feel the inflation of a pony as slowly as possible, and I tried to draw out each moment—when she started, when her backside grew, when her belly lifted her off the ground, when her hooves and head disappeared into her body—as much as I could. This wasn't meant to be a normally paced story; hopefully some people found it interesting.

There are certain parts that I personally didn't like. I don't like how I chose arbitrary numbers to represent how big she got (fifteen times as tall, twenty times as tall); that has worked in other inflation stories, but I wasn't confident that I was representing proper proportions with the events that were happening. I also nitpick that I made Fluttershy talk normally throughout, and I couldn't replicate "tubby speak," or when a person's dialogue is hindered by their cheeks. "Thunk yu vury munch" instead of "Thank you very much" and the like. That it my image of the story, and I didn't deliver. If you guys have any criticisms, I'm open to them.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. And for the two people on 4chan's trash chat that have been watching this, I hope you both enjoyed it, and this chapter satisfied your curiosity.