Scootaloo Springs Up

Scootaloo emerged from the store some time later with packages of fresh new outfits swinging by her sides. After trying on many different small and revealing bikinis Scootaloo had elected to just get them all (save for a boring checkered set she didn’t like) plus a baseball cap that had caught her eye. The clerk was nice enough to give her a discount on the whole purchase. Were time not running out to meet her friends for lunch, Scootaloo might have tried to suggest even further price drops. Before she walked out, the clerk had shyly asked to feel one of Scoot’s arms. Of course she obliged. Having others openly express their admiration with her body was just as rewarding as when they were pretending not to.

The new sneakers remained encased in their boxes. As nice as they were, it didn’t seem smart to wear them about town at the moment. Dash had texted her about meeting up at lakeside later. It was lunchtime and Scootaloo’s stomach was roaring like a starved bear. Usually she’d be snacking but had neglected to eat with all the shopping. Plus, she had to be growing again. The flip flops she was wearing were beginning to feel small! Luckily she’d be getting some grub at Hayburger. Scootaloo spotted Applebloom sitting at one of the outside tables immediately. There was no missing that big red bow. Sweetie Belle was next to her sipping a drink and talking excitedly about something. Even from a distance Scootaloo could see that the lithe, curvy girl was wearing something short, loose and sexy. Having a fashionista as a sister certainly had its perks.

Scootaloo thought of a fun way to make an entrance. She pulled her new cap down low on her head, grabbed a copy of the Foal Free Press from the nearby free stand and briskly walked over.

“-so ah say, Applejack, if y’all gonna go to a city for some friendship problem, that’s fine, but yer gunna bring back some souvenirs this time! Then she asks me if I want a pink lady or some Fuji!”

Sweetie Belle laughed lightly. “She wasn’t serious, right?”

“Well, ya know what? We don’t grow those kindsa apples here in the orchard,” Applebloom rolled her eyes and laughed. “So I betcha that she was serious.”

“I’ll bet you a banana that she wasn’t,” giggled Sweetie Belle.

“I betcha the apple she gives me that she was,” Applebloom countered quickly. “Why a banana?”

“So when I lose the bet I can just hand you a banana when Applejack gets home,” Sweetie Belle sipped her iced tea and laughed, coughing a little, “so, you can hand me the apple she gave you.”

“I think that’d make her head spin around,” said Applebloom, leaning back in her chair and sighing. “Where the heck is Scoot? Ah figured she’d be here by now chewin’ our ears off about Rainbow Dash.”

“She said she got taller,” noted Sweetie Belle, looking through her text messages from the past couple weeks. “She looks taller in the pictures but it's hard to tell. You’d think we’d like, spot her by now or something?”

“Depends on how tall she got. Scootaloo’s always been on the short side. Maybe she’s as tall as you now, Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. At 5’10” she was quite a fetching sight. Great skin, pretty face, airy voice, soft curly hair, legs to kill for and a perfect DD bust made her possibly the most sought after female in town. Especially so once word got out that she was bisexual. Since she was taller than nearly every woman in town barring Twilight (by three inches), it was weird to think Scootaloo was now somebody to look up to. The strapped sandals that climbed down her slender calves to her dainty feet were on heels and gave her another three inches of height, placing her at a statuesque 6’1”. She looked down on nearly everyone.

“If she is, then I wouldn’t know what to say to that,” smiled Sweetie, thumbing through the hayburger menu on the table. “Think this place has okay salads? There’s a country burger salad here but it seems kind of iffy to me.”

The chair to her left squeaked loudly against the wooden deck as somebody abruptly took a seat.

“HEY! Excuse us, but this seat’s kinda reserved,” said Applebloom. A load of shopping bags loudly hit the floor and startled Sweetie Belle, looking up from the menu at the stranger buried in their newspaper.

“Reserved? Not anymore, girls,” the newspaper dropped to the table. Both their jaws dropped with it.

“SCOOTALOO!?”

“In the flesh,” she replied with pride. “I’ll give you a couple seconds.”

They needed it. Scootaloo had transformed from a scrawny underweight teen to a tall, muscular-looking powerhouse. Her hair was longer and past her shoulders, her arms rippled with muscle, there was a clearly defined eight pack on display and her adonis belt swept down to her tight fitting shorts. Light blue veins running along her muscles were clearly visible beneath her tanned skin. The biggest and most obvious change to her body were those massive melon-sized breasts protruding from her chest. They were the biggest things next to the Princesses! Even bigger than Twilight’s assets.

“Holy smokes!” Applebloom got to her senses. “How big are you?”

“Which part of me are you talking about?” Scootaloo asked, flexing her powerful arms, football sized biceps bulging up.

“Uh, height? How tall’re you?!”

“I think I’m 6’5 or 6’6,” Scootaloo said thoughtfully.

“You don’t know!?"

“I keep growing a little bit every day, it’s hard to keep track of how big I am like that.” Scootaloo folded her newspaper and opened the menu. “When I got up this morning I was only like 6’2” tall and now... I’m bigger.”

Applebloom gawked,” Wha-? How is that even possible! Y’all are gonna tell us everythin’ about your summer workout session with Rainbow Dash right now!”

Scootaloo did. Not before ordering a heaping meal of food from the waitress first. Without mincing words, she explained how her diet worked and all the vigorous exercise routines she went through with Dash, the first day she started noticing her growth and how quickly it seemed to be ramping up. Applebloom occasionally interrupted to ask questions about her clothes and what kinds of supplements or potions she’d been taking. Finding out it was exactly none floored the farmgirl.

When their food arrived on five big plates the girls tore in. Scootaloo downed nearly two and a half plates herself –and they were piled high with burgers and fries. Applebloom looked on at her friends beastly hunger in awe.

“Sure looks like none o’ this has dampened your appetite, Scoot,” remarked Applebloom as Scootaloo polished off a triple patty supreme in four big bites.

“Nah, actually I need to eat a lot of food to keep me going. Muscles like these need fuel,” said Scootaloo matter of factly, grabbing a large handful of steak fries and dumping them on her plate.

“That makes sense,” mumbled Applebloom, glancing down at her plate, then to Sweetie Belle’s. The burger salad her friend ordered was largely untouched.

“Hey Sweetie, you’ve been awful quiet,” Applebloom nudged Sweetie’s leg under the table with her boot. “What’s up?”

“Wha-?” Sweetie Belle blinked and resumed poking at her food. “Sorry. You and Scootaloo were talking and I uh, didn’t want to interrupt or anything.”

“Ahm sorry ‘bout that Sweetie. Wasn’t thinkin’ I’d run my mouth that much,” apologized Applebloom, wiping her mouth. “In fact, Ahm gonna head to the little girls room. Give you two some time to catch up.”

Applebloom departed from the table and walked into the restaurant.

“What’s up, Sweetie?” asked Scootaloo, cleaning her hands with a napkin.

“Nothing.”

“How’s the modelling thing going?”

“Good. It’s making my sister crazy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s torn between being proud and envious of me,” smiled Sweetie, taking a sip of water.

“Don’t worry about that, she’ll get over it.”

Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement. Silence settled between them for a few seconds.

“Your voice sounds different,” said Sweetie Belle suddenly.

“It… does?” Scootaloo scratched her head. “I didn’t really notice.”

“It’s not as raspy as it used to be,” clarified Sweetie Belle. “It sounds sort of like, Sapphire Shores speaking voice. Smooth and sexy like she-“

Sweetie Belle flinched, suddenly digging into her burger salad and stuffing a big forkful in her mouth.

Scootaloo smirked. During the entire time she was speaking to Applebloom she had noticed that Sweetie Belle’s eyes were ravenously roaming over her body. It wasn't hard to notice a blush on her pale skin.

“D’you wanna feel my arm?” asked Scootaloo, plopping her elbow on the table and flexing.

“Sure!” Sweetie Belle said a bit quicker than she probably intended, sidling over to sit next to Scootaloo. Gingerly, she placed her palm on the crest of Scootaloo’s bulging bicep. Her slim, delicate fingers danced and rubbed the powerful muscle –it was so big that Sweetie couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around it.

“Squeeze it,” said Scootaloo, tensing her arm and making it bulge even bigger. Wordlessly, Sweetie tried to compress the muscle and found that even with her best effort she couldn’t. It was like trying to bend a warm ball of iron.

Sweetie bit her lip.

“If you think that’s something, check out my abs,” Scootaloo withdrew her arm and leaned back slightly, exposing her rippling eight pack abs. Each one was incredibly defined and perfectly shaped. With less trepidation than before, Sweetie Belle dragged her dainty fingers up and down Scootaloo’s washboard abs, lingering a bit when she reached her powerful pelvic muscles. Only the ripped denim shorts hid the rest of her waist.

“You can keep going if you want,” whispered Scootaloo, inhaling deeply and wiggling her lower body, sliding her shorts down even lower. She suddenly felt very hot, and Sweetie Belle was completely enraptured with her exploration. Scootaloo wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and caress the demure little bombshell across every inch of her delicious full bo-

“Back!”

Sweetie Belle flinched, withdrawing her hand right before she was about to slide it between Scootaloo’s legs.

“Ah paid for the bill while Ah was inside. Hoo boy, do y’all put away food, Scoot.” Applebloom exclaimed, sitting across from her in Sweetie’s seat. “Guess you weren’t too thrilled by the burger salad, huh Sweetie?”

“Nope,” replied Sweetie, hands in her lap.

“Was it spicy? Y’all sweating something fierce,” Applebloom noted.

“It’s… just the hot weather. Almost noon out now.”

“Yea, good point. Ah suppose we might want to find somewhere indoors to cool off.”

“Actually girls, I’ve got to go run and pick up some more stuff. Maybe check around the vitamin store or something,” said Scootaloo, grabbing her bags and slipping her feet back into the big pink flip flops. They definitely felt smaller now.

“Okay! We’ll hang out later tonight or something!” Applebloom grabbed her purse and slung it around her shoulder. “I’ll call ya!”

“Sure thing!”

They all stood up at the same time. Applebloom gasped, looking up at Scootaloo.

“Applebloom?” asked Scootaloo.

“Wow… ah mean, ah knew you were big but gosh Scootaloo,” she took a small step forwards. “You’re bigger than my brother!”

“Mac? No way!” Scootaloo looked down at Applebloom’s red hair. “How tall is he?”

“He’s 6’6” but like, standing next to him ahm like...wow... you're so big!”

Sweetie Belle, who was standing up in her heels and noticeably taller in them, was dwarfed by her massive friend. “You’re so big and strong. I’d say you’re just as strong as Big Mac too.”

“We’d have to arm wrestle to find out,” Scootaloo stretched her arms and picked up her packages. “Sometime later. See ya girls!”

“See ya!”

Scootaloo reached forwards and gave them both a strong hug, turned around and left. Five minutes later she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text message from Dash letting her know she’d be at the lake soon. Two minutes after that she got a message from Sweetie Belle.

-Can I see you later?

----Meet me @ lake in 1 hour

“How did you enjoy your free trial at the gym today, miss?”

Scootaloo smirked down at the employee handing her a survey to fill out. On her way to the lake she had noticed the new gym that had opened over the summer was having a free trial day to attract potential new customers. There were a gaggle of people inside working out, wandering around and taking tours with the employees. It wasn’t a powerhouse gym and it wasn’t exactly stocked with treadmills -there was a decent mix of everything from barbells, ellipticals, treadmills and a row of dumbbells going up to 80lbs. A smattering of sit-down specific group muscle machines dotted the middle of the gym.

Unsurprisingly, Scootaloo could now barely fit in any of those machines. Even adjusting the seats and raising the distance to XL still didn’t seat her comfortably. The one machine she could sort of get herself inside, the lateral pull, was a complete joke. At the highest weight setting of 135lbs it felt like nothing to her. Those 80lb dumbbells provided her with some light resistance as she pumped them up and down, but were otherwise equally pointless. Using the barbell finally got her a good workout –it only took five 100 pound plates racked on either side of the bar. More than half a ton of weight at once. Scootaloo felt like a gym goddess with all the attention she was getting from her herculean workout. After doing 5 sets she set the bar down on the ground to leave. A beefy looking guy (who apparently skipped leg day every day of his life) couldn’t even budge the weight. She relished the fact that she was the most powerful person in this gym.

“Here you go,” Scootaloo handed the filled out survey back to the employee.

“Thank you very much.”

“No problem. This gym could use some heavier weights but otherwise it’s pretty nice. What’s in that box by the front door?” asked Scootaloo.

“Scale. It needs to be put together and go in the bathroom. Box was a bit bigger than we expected and we needed to measure the corner where it was going.

Scootaloo eyed the tape measure on top of the box. “Mind doing me a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Measure me,” she ordered more than asked, grabbing the tape measure and placing it in his hands.

He stepped behind the desk and placed the long flat end against her back. It took him a few seconds to adjust the tape measure since she was so much bigger than him.

“Wow. You’re 6’9” tall. I think you’re bigger than Princess Twilight.”

“I am bigger,” affirmed Scootaloo, a pleased smile on her face. “Measure this too,” she added, pumping up her bicep.

“24 inches. Celestia you are strong,” he gulped, letting the tape measure slide back to zero. “Whatever you’ve been doing, I don’t think you need to sign up for this gym."

“Maybe, but I like the atmosphere,” Scootaloo glanced upstairs where all the treadmills were. There were a few people staring at her in awe. She posed for them and grinned at their flushed reactions. One of them nearly fell off their treadmill.

“Well, hope to see you then!” said the clerk with a nervous grin.

“You too!” Scootaloo picked up her packages and walked out the door into the hot summer heat.

The air conditioning in that gym had been strong. Having the doors open and blasting the chill air was smart. Scootaloo was glad she stopped to use the new gym showers to rinse off before coming outside. It also let her dig out the tiny, tiny bikini she had bought. The sheer black fabric left nothing to the imagination; the triangles of the cups couldn’t hope to encompass her massive, bulging breasts. Titflesh spilled out of all 3 sides of the bikini and if she kept growing the only thing it would hope to cover were her increasingly prominent nipples. As of right now the bikini managed to just cover her areolas. When she had tried it on over an hours ago it wasn’t nearly this small. It felt amazing in any case. The tiny, cropped at the midriff T-shirt she was wearing was stretched incredibly tight over her expanding assets. Scootaloo was sure that if she so much as flexed it would explode off her body.

Rainbow Dash was going to flip when she saw her now.