Cup Cake and the Pregnancy Suit

Not much had happened in Cup’s absence. Couples were sitting at the tables or standing around in small groups, playing simple games and making small talk while munching on treats. Her re-entry didn’t cause much of a stir, although a few sharp-eyed guests did note her, ah... assets appeared more pronounced. She hung back at the edge of the party watching the scene unfold as she looked around for Carrot, but she didn’t see him.

“Might’ve gone outside with Filthy,” she muttered. “Probably saw Carrot’s chocolate cigars and thought they were real… Blech.“

Of course, even being at the party’s edge didn’t stop her from getting more curious looks and double-takes than before. Every instance was the same: First a passing glance, then hesitation, then a look back to take in Cup’s pregnant form. She smiled and waved at the gawkers, patting and rubbing her womb while supporting her back with one hand—

GROOWWWLLLL

The chatter and music covered up the stomach grumble to most, but it may as well have been a lion’s roar to Cup. Fortunately, there was lots of food to be had, so she made her way over to the buffet, occasionally brushing against someone to see their reaction.

The buffet never stood a chance. Cup started grabbing things and stuffing them into her mouth as soon as she was in arm’s reach, not even paying attention to what it was, or even how it tasted. Entrees, pastries, hot dishes, candies, salads, sweets, fruits, vegetables, hay, flowers, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it was food. The world faded out as Cup ate as much as she could, as fast as she could, eating more, and more, and more still, the threads of her dress creaking around her hungry belly—

“Cuppers!” said a voice. “Somepony said you were over here. How’s it going?”

Cup came to. Wait, what just happened? She’d been wanting to get something to eat, hadn’t she? Well, she was over by the buffet now, so she could just—when did most of the food get eaten?!

“Erm… hi, Redheart!” Cup said, turning to her. “My, don’t you look spooky.”

Redheart was dressed up as a zombie. She had fake blood and gore smeared across her muzzle and neck, she was wearing ripped and tattered clothes that looked salvaged out of a gutter, and she had on some makeup that made her look gaunt. “I’d heard ponies talking about your costume, so I had to see for myself.” Redheart looked Cup and down, her lips parting slightly. “Gotta say, I’d be one confused mare if I hadn’t talked with Lyra and Bon-Bon! You and Carrot always do have the best getups.”

Just then, another familiar face emerged from the crowd. Thunderlane, dressed up as an evil sorcerer of some kind, sidled up beside Redheart and put his arm around her. “Happy Nightmare Night, Cup.”

Cup waved. “You too, Thunderlane!” She took a new plate and began piling it high with another round of food, a fresh onset of cravings grabbing her something fierce. “I’d say feel free to grab something, but it looks like most of the food’s been claimed already.”

Redheart watched Cup with her tilted her head to the side. “Uh… Cuppers?”

Cup turned back with a cookie in her mouth. “Hmm?”

Redheart gestured to the overfilled plate. “You skip dinner?”

Cup devoured the cookie in a few messy bites. “Nope! Had a nice big meal before the party, but now I want a nice big dessert! Hosting a party is hungry work.”

Redheart blinked several times. Looking closer at Cup’s plate, she realized it was an amalgamation of candy bars and daffodil salad drizzled with mayonnaise. “I know you’re pretending to be pregnant, but that doesn’t mean you have to eat like it.”

Cup snickered. “Who says I’m pretending? Maybe I AM pregnant, hmm?”

Redheart rolled her eyes. “Please. I saw you last week, remember? There’s no way you’d look like this already, even if you were. You’re ginormous, girl!”

Cup jutted out her belly. “Oh, I know. My Carrot certainly knocked me up good, didn’t he? You two have your work cut out if you wanna catch up with us.”

Thunderlane said nothing throughout this, as having a hard time keeping his eyes on Cup’s face. Her tits had continued to swell with more milk, more and more of her cleavage spilling out of her dress. But even they didn’t command as much attention as her abundant womb, which stuck out so far it was like a prize-winning pumpkin. He was suddenly very glad he was wearing a baggy robe, especially upon hearing the suggestion of him and Redheart try to ‘catch up’.

“Go on and feel, Reddy.” Cup gestured to her bump. “You do ultrasounds all the time, don’t you?”

Redheart sighed. She obliged and felt Cup’s rounded stomach… only to go stiff as a board when she felt its warmth and squishy firmness. She gingerly pressed and felt Cup’s middle...

“Wh-What…”

Cup laughed. “Not so sure now, are we?”

Redheart looked at Cup’s face, then back to her friend’s womb. She did it a few more times while sputtering and stammering.

“I’m not entirely sure how many I’m having,” Cup said as she ate her incredibly strange concoction. “I assume it’s at least twins, but I’m just so BIG, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s more. I really hope it is—triplets would be so much fun! They’d be the only set in town!”

Redheart swallowed hard. She’d just felt one the foals shift beneath her palm, Cup’s belly swaying from the inner movement.

Cup turned to Thunderlane. “What do you think, T? What number are you betting on?”

Thunderlane put a hoof behind his head. “I-I’m not exactly the greatest judge…“

Cup tittered. “There’s nothing wrong with a shot in the dark. It’s all in good fun!”

Thunderlane didn’t seem too reassured, but regardless. “Y-You already said three, right? And you said you really hope it’s more than twins, so… I guess I’ll say f-four?”

Cup’s eyes lit up. “Quadruplets! I’d LOVE having quadruplets! What an adventure and a half you’d always be having! Oh, I know I’d just love having four foals all the same age, there’d never be a dull mo—ohhhh…”

gurrrrrgle

A new spark deep inside jolted her just like before. Cup gripped her plate tightly as her inner walls clamped down on nothing, the telltale heat picking up again...

“Ohlookthere’snewguests!” She stepped past Redheart and Thunderlane in a flash. “SonicetoseeyoubothI’mgoingtogonowbyeeeeee!”

Every second the tantalizing heat built up greater and greater, flooding Cup with divine feelings that only made her want more. She managed to keep cool and collected even when her dress began to stretch even more, the dim light and dark color of her dress concealing what was happening beneath. She walked with measured steps between each pulse of warmth, waves of alluring heat rolling off of her like a furnace, each one of her exhales ending just a little farther out.

It happened just gradually enough. Nopony noticed amidst the activity how Cup’s boobs expanded, how the valley between her breasts deepened as each one swelled with even more milk. Nopony noticed how her womb grew bit by bit, still round and firm and taut, even as her navel poked out in full. Nopony noticed any of the other changes, either—how her rump filled out more, how her hips got a touch wider, how her thighs got thicker, how her skin became smoother and softer, how her hair got fuller and shinier, how she carried the baby weight easier, how she stood that much straighter, how her eyes got a great deal brighter...

“Big Mac!” Cup waved to the towering stallion who’d just come inside. His muscular body looked chiseled out of a mountain, his gigantic size putting him at twice the height over everypony else. “Welcome to—OH! This must be your marefriend Pinkie Pie told me about! Sugar Belle, I think?”

Mac, wearing a tux of all things, was arm in arm with a curvy unicorn mare with a pretty face and a frame that spoke of hard work. She was wearing on a fancy fuchsia dress that matched her colors, and while she, too was a good deal taller than the average pony, she only came up to Mac’s pecs.

“This place is AMAZING!” Sugar Belle looked around the store with starry eyes. “I can’t believe how much space is here! Don’t much care for the gingerbread theme, but this floor plan!”

Cup had to fight the urge to laugh. “Carrot and I never cared for the theme, either. We’ve made sure our new stores aren’t so gaudy.”

Mac, who was staring at Cup’s maternal form like he was trying to solve a riddle, managed to not miss a beat. “Sugar Belle, this here’s Cup Cake. She and her husband own the Sugarcube Corner bakeries.”

“Wait, Cup Cake? Your godmother?!” Sugar Belle looked all around. “Where-where-where?! I wanna meet her!”

Cup bit back a laugh. “Down here, dearie.”

Sugar Belle looked down. “Oh, heh-heh… sorry.”

Cup held out her hand. “I’ve been looking out for Mac and his sisters since they were all foals. Nice to meet you!”

Sugar Belle didn’t answer right away, as she needed a moment to get over how pregnant Cup was. “I-Is that so?” She shook Cup’s hand, twitching slightly upon feeling how soft and smooth the older mare’s hand was. “Wow, and speaking of foals, you look absolutely amazing! I’ve seen some pregnant mares that look like they ran into a porcupine having a bad day, but I’m actually jealous of you!”

Something about this mare seemed familiar to Cup. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but then again, it was a small grace the sensations had died down enough to let her function. She could definitely feel more kicks now, but there wasn’t anything strange about that. No, not at all...

“Aren’t you sweet.” Cup patted the top of Sugar Belle’s hand. “Pinkie told me you’re a fellow baker—would you like to take a look at our kitchen? We just put in some new ovens.”

Sugar Belle’s eyes lit up like a foal on Hearth’s Warming morning. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!” said Cup. “Just don’t actually—”

ZOOM!

—cook anything.”

It was a miracle nopony was sent flying. The crowd was left murmuring as they tried to figure out who or what that big fuschia-colored blur was, many of them staring after at the still-swinging kitchen door.

And Mac was one of those staring. Although Cup noticed there were hearts in his eyes, his posture slack and leaning forward, a silly smile plastered on his face.

“Eeyup…” she heard him say.

Cup’s world slowed. A bittersweet memory struck her like a buck to the face: A mare, tall and strong, with a long, bushy mane and shrewd, yet kind eyes. She walked into the bakery arm in arm with a lovestruck Apple boy, who was hanging on her every honest word…

“Please tell me your family isn’t feuding with hers,” Cup said to Mac.

Mac sobered. He turned to meet Cup’s distant eyes, knowing full well what she was looking at. “No, ma’am.”

Cup watched the memory of her two best friends walk out the door and fade back into the past. “Keep it that way, won’t you?”

Mac nodded. He offered his arm to her, and together they walked through the crowd toward the kitchen in Sugar Belle’s wake.

“You look very nice,” Cup said to him. “A sharp-dressed stallion if I ever saw one.”

Mac chuckled. “I figured a tux is as much a costume as anythin’ else for a farmer. And speaking of costumes, you, ah... got a humdinger of one yourself, there. Looks real as real can be.”

The best thing for Cup was hearing the justifications ponies made to explain why what they were seeing was impossible. “It IS real, sweetie. I’ve secretly been pregnant all this time, and tonight’s the night Carrot and I are breaking the news to everypony! Surprise!”

Mac snorted. “Mm-hmm, and I’m secretly an alicorn prince. Surprise to you, too!”

Cup gasped. “And you didn’t invite me to your coronation?! Macintosh Apple, why I never!”

Mac snickered and opened the kitchen door. “I think Pinkie Pie might be rubbin’ off on ya.”

“Possibly.”

They found Sugar Belle zipping back and forth the roomy kitchen, inspecting appliances, ingredients, and utensils with cartoonish speed. She was muttering to herself all the while, which was how Cup heard the word ‘pantry ‘ right before Sugar Belle vanished into the store room.

“How serious are you two?” Cup asked him.

Mac smiled. “I’m tryin’ to get her to move here. She ain’t there yet, but she’s comin’ around.”

Cup had had a feeling, but she hadn’t wanted to assume. “In that case, how’s she feel about foals? “Cup gestured to her pregnant belly.” You talked about that at all?”

Mac grinned. “Oh, foals are happenin’. She wants to space ‘em out a bit, but it’s prolly gonna be a fair number.”

Cup couldn’t say she was surprised about that, either. Family and the Apples went together like peanut butter and jelly. “At least you’ll have no shortage of room for a family out at Sweet Apple Acres, that’s for sure.”

Mac grunted. “The farm, yes. The house, no. We’ll need to make an addition to the house once we get past six, but my cousins and I can whip that up easy enough.”

Cup allowed herself to picture that. Mac and Sugar Belle, the strong farmer and the upbeat baker, overseeing a herd of children while Sweet Apple Acres flourishing under their care. Perhaps Cup’s own children would become friends with theirs, and they could have playdates together!

“You’ll be a great father,” she said Mac. “And six foals will definitely give you lots of help with chores around the farm! You’ll have all your ducks in a row!”

Mac smiled. “I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

“You should be!” Cup went on. “I’d be positively tickled pink if I was having six foals! Nothing would make me happier—”

gurrrrgle

And there was that wonderful spark again. It was like someone had lit a match inside her, warming her insides before igniting her need like dry kindling—

gurrrrrrrrgle

“Mac!” Sugar Belle called from the pantry. C’mere-c’mere-c’mere! You’ve gotta see these shelves! D’you think you could make something like this in my store?”

Mac left Cup by her lonesome to experience the delightful tide of sensations. She only just manage to sag into a chair and watch with a heavy blush as her dress wiggled and shook, waves of heat pouring from her core to spread out all the way to her fingertips. Each was followed by an ‘echo’ just as powerful as the first, and soon her legs were shaking from the tight spring coiling inside her.

“Haaaaaaa…” The warmth came so fast and intense that the first peak came in seconds. She was so very full, so very pregnant, and that pregnancy was on full display as more healthy foals and cushioning fluid further ballooned her belly. Her breasts grew several sizes as well, pillowy soft and brimming with milk, yet still filling with more. Each tit was over twice the size of her head now, growing more and more exposed by the second. Her dress was so very tight on now, stretched and strained to the absolute limit like a second skin. It looked like it could explode off of her at any moment, only barely able to contain her, yet she still grew bigger.

“M-More...” Cup’s womb was like a warm, increasingly-grand orb of life that kept getting rounder and larger. She rubbed her paunch in time with her strengthening heartbeat, no longer able to reach her growing navel. Her skin kept getting itchy in brief stints, but the itchiness kept vanishing in bursts of incredible heat that left it even more supple. Her womb encompassed all of her lap and then some, the increased mass and displaced center of gravity making her lean farther and farther back.

And on and on it went. Her rear got thicker, her hips got wider, her thighs got stronger, and her hair got shinier. Her lungs felt strangely powerful, each new breath feeling like she was taking in more air. The color of her skin became fuller and richer, fresh oxygen-rich blood flowing through her. Her muscles bulged as they grew more defined by the second, strong enough to carry and bear a herd of healthy young.

Cup could feel so many little legs kicking now. Curious and lively, each foal pushed against each other, as well as the walls of her womb. She felt every twitch, every push and prod, each one a result of hers and Carrot’s love. She’d thought it’d been an experience with Pound and Pumpkin, but this was on a whole new level in every way.

She came out of her daze blinking like an owl. She looked around the empty kitchen, then looked down at herself. A trio of magnificent mounds took up the bulk of her vision that… had always been there? Yes… yes, of course they had! Silly mare, what did she expect? She’d known for months she was going to get this big! Nothing was wrong, everything was fine! They were all fine.

Cup got up from the chair in a fluid motion. The weight jutting out in front made her movements slow, but she’d long mastered the heavy grace pregnant mares were known for, hadn’t she? Yes, yes she had. The threads of her Nightmare Night dress were hanging on for dear life, but that’d been the case all night. Yes… yes, it definitely had. Come on, didn’t she remember the trouble she’d had getting the dress on in the first place?! It was a wonder she’d gotten it on at all!

“Last year I have the twins early and wind up being too small, this year I’m almost too big.” Cup shook her head. “This is what I get for ordering something custom made.”

Mac and Sugar Belle were still in the pantry talking about the shelves. But Cup trusted they’d be fine, so she left them to find where Carrot had gone off to.

The dimmed lights and spooky music greeted her re-entry. Predictably, her reappearance caused a fair bit of waves, but that tended to be the reaction she got wherever she went. She never got tired of all these open-mouthed stares, some of them even coming from ponies that saw her weekly, even daily! She didn’t know how could they forget how many full-sized, healthy foals she was carrying, but nevertheless, they gaped at her like they were just finding out she was pregnant.

Although, to be fair, Cup was a pretty impressive sight. Hips wider than any Apple’s, a pair of tits that rivaled Celestia’s, an ass finer than Cadance’s, and a womb so big and round, a full-grown stallion could’ve fit inside. Put all that together while wearing something so revealing, and she could understand why she was drawing attention. Already she was spotting lusty looks from more than a few admirers… not to mention a few bulges and pairs of spread wings.

“Pardon me, coming through!” Cup tried not to hit ponies with her gigantic baby bump, but the sheer size and girth of it made that nigh impossible. “Clear a path for the pregnant pony! Does anypony know where Carrot is? I haven’t seen him in a while.”

A long silence was the only answer.

“Helloooooo?” Cup waved her hands. “Equestria to everypony! Need a little assistance in trying to find my hubby! Anyone seen my husband?”

After a few more awkward seconds, someone muttered to Cup’s left, “Isn’t he outside with Filthy Rich? I thought I saw them...”

Cup didn’t even look to see who’d spoken. “S’cuuuuuuuse me~” She cleared through the gaggle of gawkers for the door. She had some difficulty reaching the doorknob, but she got it after some maneuvering and pivoting—

CRASH!

Cup laughed. “I knew I shouldn’t have had that coatrack there! I swear, I’m like a small wrecking ball these days! Bon-Bon, be a pal and pick that up for me, please? I’m afraid bending over is a tad difficult...”

Fortunately, it was a warm enough out that Cup didn’t need a coat. A few foals ran past her as she stepped outside, the air filled with the sounds of those searching for sweets. She figured the most likely place to find Carrot would be the side of the store where they kept a few picnic tables, so that was where she started for, her thick, fertile mass leading the way.

Sure enough, she heard a pair of familiar voices around the corner. “—expect new stores in other cities will likely turn as much of a profit the existing ones, so as long as you stay in the black and keep the word of mouth running, you’ll be as rich as my namesake before you can say ‘sugarcube’.”

“Let’s hope so, Rich,” said Carrot.

Cup gasped. She wanted nothing more than to dash around the corner and give Filthy Rich a huge hug, but eavesdropping probably wouldn’t help close the deal. Perhaps she should put up a small act...

Cup put her hands around her mouth and turned away from them. “Carrot? Carrrrrrrrrot! Are you out here?”

A pause.

“Over here, Cuppy!” Carrot yelled back. “By the picnic tables!”

Cup smirked. She waited long enough for it seem like she’d just come from the house, but as she waited, she caught hurried and hushed whispers between the two stallions.

“...under her costume… suit, not actually real… yeah, we’ve always wanted… just started trying, actually...”

That was probably long enough. Cup walked around the corner with a strut in her step, seeing Carrot sitting on a picnic bench across from Filthy Rich. Carrot was facing away from her, so she had plenty of time to come with a game plan as she approached.

But Cup found there was only one plan wroth having. Seeing Carrot made her think of all the naughty things they were going to do later. She could just imagine them back in bed together, their bodies entwined in the throes of hot, sweaty sex, screaming each other’s names until their throats were raw. Perhaps he’d start by going down on her, his slippery tongue massaging her walls and lapping up her juices, his muzzle tickling her clit as he explored her depths. She’d return the favor, of course, sucking and deepthroating his twitching cock, feeling the veins beat around her lips until he came in her mouth. They’d play with each other a bit more before getting to the main event, and that’s when he’d pick up where he left off, pumping her full of more foals—

“THERE you are.” Cup approached from the side so she could kiss Carrot’s neck. She also made a point to show Filthy Rich her profile, even tossing him a wink in the process. “Was wondering where you’d gone off to.”

Filthy Rich stared. His chocolate cigar fell from his mouth to roll away, all manners forgotten as he took in Cup’s burgeoning size. “B-Buhh…”

Carrot went rigid from Cup’s soft lips on his skin. “Erm… Cuppy?” He shivered from another kiss then a third, although the third was more of a hickey. “What’re you…”

“Mmmm…” Cup had meant to give a simple peck, but Carrot’s skin on her lips, his salty taste on her tongue, his scent filling her lungs... She kissed her way up to his ear, thoughts filled with his virile seed...

Filthy Rich worked his mouth a few times before remembering how to speak. “Th-That’s uh, a v-very nice costume, Cup! My, it really breasts—BRINGS out your beauty! Yes! That’s what I meant to say! What a change from your usual pregggggg—matic attire! Pragmatic attire!”

Cup couldn’t hear him over the throbbingof her nethers. Her world had focused in on one pony, who she was currently coaxing him to stand so she could kiss proper. Carrot did as his wife bade, turning to face her and—

“CUPPY!” Carrot’s eyes bugged out of his head. “You’re… Y-Y-Y-You’re HUGE! What happened to the suit?!”

She guided his hands to her womb. “What suit?”

“The pregnancy suit you’re wearing!” Carrot said. “It’s—”

thump

Carrot froze. “Was… that a K-KICK?”

thump-thump… thump

Carrot was speechless. His thoughts raced like lightning, but just then, a strange shock leapt out from Cup’s suit and jolted his hands. The sensation surged through his system and blared a simple message in his head like a trumpet.

“They’re mine?” Carrot ran his hands along Cup’s belly. “B-But, how?”

Cup took the opening to nibble his ear. “Didn’t you say something about a baker’s dozen?”

Carrot’s head was starting to feel fuzzy. A distant part of him knew this was magic, but that part was hard to hear over the growing tightness in his pants. He inched closer to Cup and smiled, wrapping his arms around her as best he could while nuzzling the crook of her neck.

“A baker’s dozen?” he whispered. “C’mon, Cuppy. We can do better than that...”

She locked lips with him before he could say more. They groped each other much like they had before, only this time Carrot was discovering Cup’s actual body. A strange light twinkled in his eyes as he pushed into her, growling and fondling every new square inch of healthy flesh she’d grown.

Filthy Rich was at a loss. He wasn’t sure whether to stay or to leave, but either way, this was highly irregular—

Cup let out a girly moan. She ripped Carrot’s pants off with a casual flick, leaving him only standing in his boxers. Then she ripped those right off too, giving Filthy Rich an uncensored view of Carrot’s yellow ass.

“ALRIGHT, THEN!” Filthy Rich averted his eyes so fast he almost got whiplash. “I can see you two are busy, so I’mma go ahead and be literally anywhere else but here. Happy Nightmare Night!”

And he sprinted off at a speed that would’ve made Rainbow Dash jealous.

Carrot rubbed and fondled giant Cup’s tits. They were so soft, so perky, so full… creating a bra to contain them would be the magnum opus of any seamstress. Her dress was so tight that her nipples were smooshed tight against the fabric, the outlines so large a single one could fill Carrot’s mouth. He kissed along her collarbone while revelling in her other enhanced features—her godly hips, her gorgeous butt, her flawless skin, her amazing hair, her powerful muscles, her foal-filled womb, all of which were about to become even greater...

Cup’s hands strayed down to Carrot’s crotch. She gripped his shaft in one hand while squeezing his ass with the other, moaning as she felt the familiar warmth return. But instead of it immediately flowing through her, it waited on the fringe, almost like it was waiting for something…

“M-More,” Cup breathed.

Carrot punctuated his kisses with wet licks. “Yesssssssssss...”

GURRRRGLE

A fresh spark came to be in Cup’s core. The addictive warmth charged forth to roll over her like a tsunami, and she cried out as her womb swelled with a seventh foal. Her other maternal features were affected, as well, her dress tightening to the point of pain.

“Yes...”Cup thrust her paunch out farther. “YES!”

Tiny tears appeared in her maternity dress. Seams snapped and popped apart from the increasing strain, revealing the powder blue pregnancy suit beneath. Cup’s breasts rested heavy atop her belly to create a shelf greater than the world had ever seen, but her womb was always bigger… MUCH bigger.

And Carrot was right there to watch it happen. The flow of warmth spread out to him as well, his loins tingling with manic need. “More...”

GURRRRRGLE

An eighth spark jolted deep within Cup. Again she was filled with strange power, her body billowing with nascent life and power. Every time it happened it was better—every time she felt stronger, more alive!

RII—IIIIIIIII—P!

The dress finally gave up the ghost. First it tore at the bust line, then little by little at the seams, no match for combined force of Carrot and Cup’s fertility. An abrupt ninth spark made Cup’s curves expand so fast that the poor garment was shredded to bits, leaving her in nothing but the pregnancy suit.

Cup turned and thrust her luscious rear into Carrot’s hips. Carrot wasted little time in claiming her drenched pussy with his pre-slicked cock, both of them crying out as they went at it right there in full view of the entire street. A dense green aura enshrouded them upon their joining, the grass and flowers around them growing taller.

GURRRRGLE

And that’s when the sparksstarted appearing faster. A new one would take root every few seconds, distending Cup’s womb further and empowering her all the more. Ten foals… eleven… twelve… thirteen… her bump was like a squishy beanbag chair that reached down past her knees, yet it just kept right on growing. Her paunch protruded farther and farther out from her body with each baby, Cup’s breasts were expanding almost as fast to eclipse her field of vision, and the rest of her was changing just as quickly.

Carrot was relentless. He fucked Cup harder and faster, yet the tension, the urge, it built and built without limit! Nothing else mattered but the desire, that overpowering, mind-blanking want for the family they both wanted. They family they were going to have!

Cup squeezed Carrot in time with his powerful thrusts. Already she could feel the warmth spreading deeper, her body going into overdrive to make more eggs, and it was only the beginning! She’d make enough eggs for all the seed he’d given her, and after she bore all those children, she’d empty Carrot’s balls over and over, taking all that he had to give! Her burgeoning womb would be the greatest thing in all of existence!

“Yes,” Cup’s voice was growing distorted. Her power grew with every new spark, and in mere moments, millions of eggs would flood her womb to claim the seed Carrot had given her! Then tens of millions! HUNDREDS of millions! “YES!”

VWORP-VWORP-VWORP!

“Great wickering stallions!” said Time Turner behind them. “Hurry, Derpy! The suit’s about to go critical!”

There was the slamming of a metal door, followed by the pounding of running hooves. “I swear, you leave things to the last minute on purpose!” Derpy yelled. She dashed up to Carrot and Cup with a bucket of sparkling liquid, but neither paid her any mind, too focused were they on ascension.

“Now!” Time Turner yelled.

“Hang on, guys!” Derpy dumped the bucket over Cup and Carrot.

HISSSSSSSSS!

An acrid smell filled the air. Cup and Carrot were enveloped in steam as a harsh, vile clawing dug into their minds, almost like something was clinging onto them.

“It’s working!” said Time Turner. “Hurry! Separate them!”

Derpy tackled Carrot like a linebacker. They went tumbling back together quite a ways before falling next to the picnic table in a mess of limbs and feathers.

Time Turner winced. “Erm… not quite what I was thinking, but sure!” He then reached into his jacket, produced a disc etched with the sun and the moon, then ran up to Cup and pressed it up against her navel. “Through the might of the day, by the sanctity of the night, may the Sisters grant you purity and peace. Let the wish be undone! The spell be broken!”

The burning smell grew stronger. Cup’s body turned white as the pregnancy suit lost its color, the edges of it starting to peel. Cup herself was paralyzed, constricted by a terrifyingly strong force that was digging into her, but she couldn’t even move her eyes!

Time Turner pressed the disc harder into her skin. “Let harmony be restored! May the magic be made right! In the name of the Sun, and of the Moon, and of the Stars above, I release you from your compulsion! BE FREE!”

A pulse emanated from the disc like the explosion of a sonic rainboom. Prismatic flames spread from the disc to engulf the garment in a storm of divine wrath, the cleansing fire consuming the suit entirely. There was a deafening sizzle, the sound of chains breaking, and after one final burst of light, the suit crumbled to ashes and fell off of Cup in a flaky shower of dust.

Cup staggered. The paralysis lifted in time for her to catch herself, her mind clearing like a veil was being lifted. The pain and constriction was gone to leave her feeling normal again, save for a grogginess like she’d just had a nap.

“What…” Cup put a hand to her head. “How… why am I outside?”

Time Turner produced his screwdriver-like device and swept it over Cup. There was a humming noise before the tip of the device turned bright green. “Not to worry, Mrs. Cake! Just a minor issue with a magical artifact. All cleared up, now.”

Cup must’ve been hearing things. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘magical artifact’?”

But Time Turner was already heading over to Carrot. The poor stallion was sprawled on the ground spread-eagle with his eyes spinning, his cock standing straight up in the air like a flagpole. Time Turner held the screwdriver over him and waited for the reading...

The device flashed green again.

“Splendid!” Time Turner dusted off his hands. “Derpy, could you fetch something for our friends to cover up? I imagine they’d rather not draw a crowd.”

Derpy, who’d gotten to her hooves, looked back and forth between Carrot and Cup. “Uh, I can get something for Carrot, probably…”

And that was when Cup realized two things. First, her body had changed in multiple different ways that’d definitely make future clothing options difficult, but second, said changes were on full display to the entire street!

“AHHH!” Cup tried to cover her naughty bits, but her boobs were so big she couldn’t anywhere close to covering them! Not to mention her jumbo-sized belly was like a colossal medicine ball teeming with life, the internal weight swirling and swaying from her movement. “What is this?!”

Time Turner regarded her. “Perhaps a large blanket? Or a few blankets, rather. A half-dozen, I’d say...”

There was a wolf whistle from somepony nearby.

“VINYL!” Derpy yelled. “DON’T MAKE ME GET OCTY!”

Cup was at a loss. Her womb concealed her marehood from the front, but her breasts were quite another story. Her nipples alone were the size of her head, and worse yet, they were leaking milk! And that wasn’t even mentioning how huge her ass was!

“I-I don’t remember anything!” Cup stammered. “How? When? Who?”

Time Turner tapped his chin. “I wonder if a tarp might do the trick...”