“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.