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.

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.

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.