Cup Cake and the Pregnancy Suit

Nightmare Night was Cup’s favorite holiday of the year. The spookiness, the treats, the ambience, the coming of Fall, the dressing up, the traditions, she loved all of it and more! She’d been enamored with the festival ever since she got her first taste of spooky sweets as a filly, and ever since then, she’d made it a priority to celebrate the holiday in style… except for last year, due to the twins being born.

This year, Cup and Carrot were pulling out all the stops. Sugarcube Corner was decorated in all things ghoulish and grim, cobwebs and pumpkins and creepy ornaments everywhere with dimmed lighting and long shadows playing about. Tables were set with lit skull-themed candelabras, and three long tables end-to-end by the windows laden with all sorts of yummy pastries and treats. Chilling tunes played from the speakers as costumed ponies arrived to the party in twos, and each of them looked about the transformed store with gasps and smiles.

Carrot and Cup sauntered through Sugarcube Corner arm in arm, their gothic costumes drawing the eye of everyone they passed. The other costumes were certainly both impressive and diverse, but none of them had the detail Cup’s and Carrot’s did.

“No, no,” said Cup to a pair of new arrivals. “It’s not like I magically became ten months pregnant with another set of twins overnight! This is just a suit I ordered.”

Bon-Bon scrunched up her face. “B-But... it looks so real! I seriously thought… erm, well. I just wasn’t sure because we don’t run into each other as much as we used to...”

Lyra snickered. “You’re not THAT clueless, Bonnie.”

It was a talking point with everyone they met. The other details of Carrot’s and Cup’s costumes were stunning, but upon setting eyes on Cup’s enhanced maternal curves and belly, everyone couldn’t help but question their memory. The gravid, expecting look complimented Cup far beyond the norm in such a curve-hugging dress, her kind eyes and soft smile calming your nerves, her big baby bump giving off a gentle heat.

“The twins came last year before I could wear it,” Cup explained to the latest inquirer. “I wanted to use it this year instead, but it’s a custom maternity dress, so the only way it’ll fit properly…”

Cranky Doodle nodded. “And it’d be hard to get pregnant at the right time so you’d be able to wear it, even if you tried. Don’t worry, it’s not the most unusual getup I’ve seen; you should’ve seen Steven Magnet one year—”

“What fabulous costumes you both have!” said Matilda, who’d just come back from getting punch. “I’ve never seen such a good Horseticia and Coltez Addams! And congratulations to both of you on the new baby! I didn’t even know you were expecting!”

Cranky Doodle facepalmed.

It was getting harder and harder for Cup to keep a straight face. Everypony really did think the suit was the real thing—there wasn’t a single pony they talked to who suspected otherwise. Not even close friends who came up and touched it could tell!

“So... you’re not pregnant?” said Cookie Crumble. “Wow, what a humdinger of a trick! I think Pinkie Pie might be rubbing off on you, Cup.”

Cup just laughed. “Even I can’t believe how real it seems.”

It was a strange thing. The suit was certainly heavy—probably a good forty pounds or so—but whether it was her earth pony stamina or some enchantment, Cup hadn’t really noticed. She felt bigger and wider, certainly, but the slower movements were familiar, her muscles still remembering how to move with the baby weight.

“But that does beg the question,” Cookie continued on. “Are you and Carrot thinking of having more kids? You don’t want to be like me and Hondo with a huge gap between them.”

Hondo grunted.

Carrot and Cup exchanged a look, a silent exchange passing between them.

“...We want more, yes,” Cup said at last. She then beckoned Cookie closer, leaning in and spoking in a low voice. “Preferably sooner than later.”

Cookie smiled huge. “Oh, my goodness… You’re already trying?”

Cup winked. The special plug felt heavenly inside her, massaging her inner walls every time she moved her hips. She felt so warm, so full, a low, constant buzz that was like a warmth spreading out to the rest of her...

“Two was never going to be the stopping point for us,” Carrot said. “It was pretty crazy there for a while learning how to manage the twins, but things have more or less settled down now, so...”

Although, maybe the warmth spreading wasn’t totally a good thing. Cup had been doing pretty well at concealing her pleasure, but the buzzing was now building inside her deepest reaches like a glowing coal, radiating with enough strength to make her shudder. She became reminded of how nice the inner padding of the pregnancy suit was, so soft and smooth, tightly pressed against her skin...

Cookie clapped her hands. “I’d always hoped you’d go for more! I know you’ll be shopping for another crib before you know it! Let’s hope you don’t get twins again, eh? Wouldn’t want to wind up with more than you can handle.”

Cup hesitated. Twins… again?

Carrot spoke up. “We’ll make it work. We learned pretty quick that we can’t do everything ourselves, but there’s a trick to managing everything. We could handle another set of twins.”

Cup remembered herself. “R-Right! We, uh… talked about maybe needing a nanny for a while before Pinkie stepped in, so maybe we’d do that! Heh, can you just imagine? Two sets of twins in a row! What fun!”

Hondo chuckled. “Personally, I’m not sure if that’d be a blessing or—”

Cookie smacked his shoulder. “In any case, I doubt you’ll need to worry. The odds of that have to be crazy, right? Beyond crazy!”

Cup’s eyes trailed down to her fake belly. Memories of what it’d been like while pregnant with Pumpkin and Pound flooded back, feeling them shift and wiggle and kick inside her. She could still remember the day they’d learned they were having twins, her heart soaring upon seeing those two little blurry shapes on the ultrasound.

“I know this sounds strange, but… I honestly wouldn’t mind,” Cup said. “Pound and Pumpkin are a handful at times, but having twins is also twice the reward. Not even the labor was that bad, so... I’d honestly love to have another set.”

gurrrrrgle

No one heard the noise Cup’s gut made over the party. The inner padding had been feeling like it was massaging her flat belly for a few minutes now, but now she was aware of how her stomach moved in time with her breaths. She withheld a moan as a sudden rise of heat bloomed within her, and for an instant the padding pressed tighter... before fading away again.

“Then I guess you’ll have to see, won’t you?” Cookie said with a smile. “Who knows? Maybe you can talk to a doctor about helping to increase your odds. Magic can do more and more these days.”

Carrot put a hand to his chin. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

Just then, Hondo leaned in and whispered something to his wife.

“Oh!” Cookie craned her head to see over the crowd. “Good, they’re here. We need to go talk to someone, but you two let us know how things are going, alright? We wanna be the first ones to hear the news!”

Cup only just barely heard amidst the fluttering of sensations. “O-Of course, Cookie. Mmhhh… you always are.”

Cookie and Hondo walked off to leave Cup and Carrot by the display cases. They had a moment as the guests mingled and conversed among themselves, everyone smiling and laughing and eating and admiring the decor.

“We didn’t keep it to ourselves very long.” Carrot put an arm around Cup. “Maybe we should ask them to be the godparents.”

Cup was getting more and more flustered by the second. The massaging was still happening, her core an epicenter of pleasure. Another rise of heat swelled up inside her, and again the padding felt tight against her middle... before fading. “W-We should! I bet they’d… s-say—ohhhh yes...”

Carrot snickered. “I doubt they’ll say it like that.” He kissed her cheek, then snuck his hand down to cop a generous feel of her ass. “Mmm, my poor Cuppy, all worked up but still trying to keep it together? Don’t worry, I’ll make you pregnant again soon...”

It took everything Cup had not to tackle him right then and there. She wanted to have him in front of this whole crowd, revelling in everyone’s shocked and jealous looks as they conceived their next child. She wanted to hear his joyous yells as he came again and again inside her, their lusty eyes locked and burning—

“There’s Filthy Rich.” Carrot adjusted his tie and smoothed back his mane. “I’m gonna go talk to him about store eight, okay? He had some questions about the new ovens we ordered.”

Now that snapped her out of it. Reluctantly Cup let him leave her, their hands slipping away as he walked off.

“Be sure to point out our profit margins!” she called after him.

She wasn’t sure if he heard, but either way, that didn’t stop her from staring at Carrot’s ass and fantasizing about the treasure on the other side. They were both plenty fertile already, but perhaps seeing a doctor about increasing their chances wouldn’t be a bad idea if they really wanted twins again.

Invariably, Cup’s thoughts turned inward. Being randy was making her feel and experience strange things—she knew she should probably take out the plug, but there was something enticing about trying to maintain composure. Maybe she’d try other things in the future to see what she and Carrot could get away with without ponies knowing, sneaking little moments of alone time amidst their busy day, going at it in the storage closet like they used to when they were dating...

Although it might be hard to fit in a closet with another baby or two on the way…

Another fresh wave of heat flared. This time it billowed outward farther, affecting not just Cup’s gut, but her hips and bust. She leaned back against the display case as the toasty feeling made her feel short of breath, the inner padding in the affected areas feeling tight… then normal again. She imagined herself nestled in Carrot’s arms, his hot breath on her neck as he knocked her up again and again—

“Cup Cake!” said a bubbly voice. “Wow, nice costume! You look great!”

Cup snapped to. Standing in front of her were two familiar ponies, a gray pegasus mare, and a brown earth pony stallion. They both were smiling, but their eyes occasionally flicked to her bulbous middle.

Cup cleared her throat. “Derpy! And Time Turner, hello! My, I haven’t run into you two in a while. Glad you could—unf—come to the party!”

Derpy gave Cup a hug. As she did, though, Cup noted the way her friend felt the suit. It wasn’t very surprising then when after they broke, Derpy whirled on Time Turner with her hands on her hips.

“‘Not too far off’, my plot! How much did you miss it by this time?!”

Time Turner held up his hands. “I’m telling you, we’re only a few minutes late! Honest!”

But Derpy kept glaring, her lazy eye wandering.

Time Turner glanced back at Cup. “A-At least, I’m pretty sure…”

Cup wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about, but she had an idea as to the confusion. “It’s just a suit, Derpy. It’s part of my costume.”

Derpy stopped dead. Slowly, she turned back to Cup. “Seriously?”

Cup smiled. “Sneaky way to try and tell with that hug. Feels pretty real, doesn’t it?”

Derpy looked like a foal who’d got caught raiding the cookie jar. “Ah, heh-heh… Sorry...”

“Ha! I knew it!” Time Turner blew a raspberry at Derpy. “Score one for me.”

Derpy didn’t hear, as she was still having a hard time processing that what she was seeing wasn’t actually the real McCoy. “How can that be a suit?! I don’t see any straps or lumps or anything under that dress! Plus I can see your muffins!”

Cup laughed. She took a few moments to explain the details of the suit, how she got it and why, and at last ending with that she and Carrot were going to try for another foal. She managed to keep her voice mostly straight the whole time she talked, but two separate times, a wave of warmth washed over her, the soft padding feeling tight in various places before returning to normal.

“And that’s the whole story,” said Cup. “Does that all make sense?”

Derpy shrugged. “I guess.” She relented and ruffled Time Turner’s hair. “Guess you’re off the hook, Timey. For now, at least.”

But Time Turner wasn’t listening. He was too busy looking Cup over, studying her like a doctor studies a patient.

“So, another foal!” Derpy said. “You’ll have to tell me when you’re planning the foal shower, eh? Just say if it’s twins or whatever in the invitation this time, so I don’t get you one of something and then find out you needed two. Again.”

Cup nodded. “I promise, I’ll make sure it’s twins, triplets, or whatever else before sending out invites. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Derpy squee’d. “Oh my gosh, triplets?! Can you even imagine what it’d be like with three all at once? You’d have so many cute little ones running around!”

Cup giggled. “We’d have to get some help if that happened, but it’d be worth it to have that lively of a house. Carrot and I have always wanted a big family, so I’d love it if we had triplets.”

gurrrrgle

A fresh spark jolted the warmth in Cup’s core. She gripped the display case as a greater pressure assailed her, followed by a shaking in her stomach that only added to it. Her scalp and mane suddenly felt hot beneath the wig, as did her tail, the black dye concealing just how thick and shiny her hair was getting.

Derpy raised an eyebrow. “You alright?”

Cup was sweating. The warmth had morphed from a slow-burning arousal into a desperate need. Relief was right on the edge, but then the climax slipped agonizingly out of reach—

“I-I need to use the restroom!” Cup blurted. “Excuse me!”

She left the party and went upstairs as fast as her costume would allow. Time Turner and Derpy watched her waddle off with impressive speed, disappearing up the second floor faster than you could say ‘hostess’.

Time Turner squinted at the spot Cup had just been. “Hmm…”

Derpy hesitated. “I know that ‘hmm’. What’s wrong?”

Time Turner didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metallic device that resembled a screwdriver. He pressed some buttons on it, then pointed it at the display case Cup had been leaning against…

...or rather, the light sheen of sweat her palms had left behind.

Derpy winced. “Timey?”

Time Turner’s face was grim as his device glowed bright red. “We need to go. Now.”

()()()()()()

Cup wasn’t sure if climbing up the stairs was blissful or agonizing. Every step fed the building furnace, her inner walls twitching and rippling around the hidden plug, but it didn’t make her peak. The heat was racing through her now, invigorating her muscles and burning in her chest, making each breath come easier than the last. She didn’t feel the suit’s weight at all anymore, she could move about as fast as an athlete, and she could swear her heart was beating louder… no, stronger.

She was halfway to the master bedroom when a massive bloom of warmth hit her. Her breasts, belly, hips, and rear all squeezed tight against the padding, her skin tingling like she’d been slathered in hot aloe. It felt like something was building behind her breasts, her nipples growing itchy and tender.

“AH!” Cup had a split second to become aware of how loose her joints felt, how her balance had shifted, and how something like a tentpole felt propped between her ribs and hips before an ever stronger pulse of warmth raced through her—her inner walls bearing down on the plug like a vice, and she came right there in the hall, knees quaking and moaning into the crook of her arm...

And yet outwardly, it looked like nothing had happened at all.

On shaky, almost-numb legs, Cup made it to the bathroom. She sagged down onto the toilet and caught her breath, the fake bump heavy in her lap. Her head felt floaty, still reeling from whatever that’d just been, and she was content to just sit there for a while and stare at the wall for a few minutes…

Until at last, a slow smile formed.

“You naughty mare.” Cup’s laughter echoed in the brightly-lit space. “You naughty, naughty mare! Goodness, what in the world is with me tonight? I can’t even remember the last time I had one thatstrong... and from a toy, no less!”

Strong was putting it mildly. The aftershocks still lingered in Cup’s belly like a lazy, swirling warmth, the dull, glowing coals of arousal flickered, ready to flare up if stirred. She knew she wasn’t in heat, but maybe it was because she and Carrot hadn’t had much time for each other due to opening the new stores?

“The toy…” Cup slid up her maternity dress. After some fumbling, she found the hidden latch, and she eased it out of her with an audible SHLICK. She expected a torrent to immediately ooze out into the toilet…

But not a single drop fell out.

Cup blinked several times. “But Carrot—I know he did! There was so much and... well, no matter. If he really didn’t, then we’ll just have to try harder next time. I suppose that gives us more time to speak with the doctor, find out if there’s any way to increase our chance of mullllll—ohhhh, myyyyy…”

A new wave of warmth swept in at her words. Cup’s middle and breasts felt tight against the padding again, but where the feeling had always faded, this time the tightness remained… almostlike the suit was shrinking!

“Wh-What?!” Cup sprang to her hooves. She felt herself all over, and that’s when she realized the suit wasn’t shrinking at all, it was actually getting bigger! The padding around the breasts and bump was filling out, growing larger, heavier, stretching her dress before her eyes! Her tits were approaching the size of cantaloupes, only to surpass that size and keep growing right on through the alphabet. More and more of the suit’s cleavage was revealing itself to the world, the fake bump growing ever-rounder and thicker, as well. Before it looked like she’d swallowed a particularly large watermelon, but now her belly resembled a fluid-filled, over-inflated beach ball, firm with a bit of a give and delightfully gravid.

Cup fumbled with her halloween dress. She managed to get it off in short order, now standing in the bathroom wearing only the pregnancy suit. It still matched her skin color to a T. She found the zipper in the back hidden by a cloth flap and pulled it down with a quick jerk and peeled the heavy thing off...

“What the...”

Only to find what came off wasn’t what she’d put on. The pregnancy suit had been a bulky, heavily padded full-body garment, but now it was a thin, skin-tight leotard. Just beneath the stretchy fabric was her skin, her living, breathing body, grown to the motherly curves the suit had formerly sported. Cup’s butt, hips, and thighs were all thick and firm, a combination of healthy fat and muscle that wasn’t flabby in the slightest. Her perky breasts had grown larger than bowling balls to create a deliciously weighty shelf, and most importantly of all, her belly—

—no, her womb.

“I-I’m...” Cup touched her middle with shaky hands. Her paunch was full and taut, a warm mass of life and swirling fluid. “I’m pregnant…”

It’d been overshadowed by the other sensations, but now, she could feel the flutters and tickles within. Gentle proddings of foals—yes, foals—were tickling her like butterflies, their curious prods and thumps making her blush. Her skin felt so supple and smooth beneath her fingers, unblemished and ready to stretch even more, her shallow navel tinted the slightest bit of pink.

There were so many questions, Cup didn’t know where to start. She took a few minutes to admire herself in the mirror, eyes sparkling and humming a soft lullaby. Her breasts and belly were so large that the latter could support the former, pushing them up even more and making them seem even bigger. There was a familiar fullness in each tit, a sensation that’d only just started winding down recently, but apparently it was back in full force.

Cup rubbed one of her milky tits. Her reserves were building so fast they were swelling her boobs bigger by the minute, the glands eagerly working to feed her new little ones. “Gracious, how much is IN there?” She took a fat nipple and gave it a firm tug, and sure enough, a great stream of milk spurted out, sweet-smelling and creamy. “So much… and I can feel them filling up even more!”

Her eyes strayed to the discarded pregnancy suit at her hooves. Now that she wasn’t wearing it, it’d eturned to its original color of white. She bent down with some difficulty and held it out in front of her to examine, confirming that it indeed look and feel like spandex. She didn’t see any indicator of its magical properties, nor did she feel anything strange while holding it.

“Maybe I should’ve listened to the store owner’s explanation, after all,” she muttered.

Well, one thing was for certain, it probably wasn’t wise to keep using the it, or the toy! Cup was just a simple earth pony, she didn’t want to go screwing around with magical relics that could have Luna-knows what effect on her! Aside from the obvious, of course.

“And it’s not like I need this thing now anyways.” Cup laughed at the pregnancy suit. “My maternity dress fits like a glove now! This is perfect!”

Yes, perfect. That’s why she should leave these obviously-powerful magical items up here, put her clothes back on, and go back down to the party with all her guests. She’d have a fun-filled night enjoying everyone else’s company, and she’d reveal the surprise to Carrot once everyone had gone.

…

…

...

Soooooo why wasn’t she doing that?

Cup came to with a start. “Ack! What the—why am I zoning out?! C’mon, you silly filly, you’ve got guests waiting!”

Without wasting any more time, she slipped one arm back in the pregnancy suit, then the other. The soft inner layer felt wonderful on her skin, as did the tightness of the fabric wrapping back around her pregnant form. She pulled the zipper back up and smiled at her reflection, watching as the white changed back to the light blue of her skin tone.

“Maybe I should hide the suit and toy so nopony finds them,” Cup murmured. “Mmmm, nah. Nopony’s going to come up here, and it’s not like Carrot’s going to try on a leotard or use a dildo! They should be perfectly safe up here.”

Yes, the pregnancy suit and toy would be safe. Nopony else was going to come into their personal bathroom, and it’s not like she was going to put either of them back on herself! No Siree, Cup wasn’t going to go messing around with strange enchanted items if she could help it! Messed with your head, her mother always used to say.

A few minutes later, Cup was back in her dress. It was even tighter and more revealing now, even more so than it’d been when she was pregnant with Pound and Pumpkin! Perhaps going into labor a bit early hadn’t been so bad, after all!

Cup laughed as a kick rocked the side of her huge belly. “Yes, it’s time to go meet everypony!” She turned off the light and headed out back downstairs with a slow, heavy grace. She hadn’t felt this sexy in over a year, and the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing the suit made it all the better. “Oh, this is going to be fun...”