Saturn Sized Stripes and Stretchmarks

Saturn Sized Stripes and Stretchmarks

Chapter 2

Eddie about bolted out of the bedroom. His thoughts racing. “W-we gotta get you to a hospital, now!”

Behind him another figure slowly waddled her way out. The swell of her barrel taking up most of the space in the doorway as she squeezed her way through. She hitched her breath slightly as her belly twitched once more and set off the fluttering occupant into a panicked race of prodding once more. The striped surface racing with lumps that showed as little bumps or long sweeping arcs of moving flesh that stretched her belly further in one direction or the other. All this motion making her over inflated beach ball look to be in the middle of a very intense match of volleyball.

“Eddie,” Zecora began, “we can not go through the forest at night, a place i should not be while such a sight.”

“Then what do we do? Wait!?” Eddie scoffed before he continued. “This is nothing like a botched potion Zecora this is something in your body. We can’t just wait and hope nothing happens!”

“Why must it always be a problem with you? You do not know what this is, what this means! Neither of us do, so let us calm down and-” Zecora’s gut clenched and brought a sudden shudder all over her body. “And-” Her gut clenched again, harder, the skin prickling with heat that moved down into her nethers. Her breathing started to hasten and heave just a little harder as she looked toward Eddie with a spark of panic in her eyes, “The foal… is coming!”

“W-What?” If color could pale from a zebra’s face, Eddie’s was whiter than a ghost at his grave at that moment.

Zecora grunts again as her belly clenched tight. A warmth billowing up in her gut as she has to let her rump fall to the floor in order to sit. Her front hooves going to her waist in an attempt to ease the growing tension with some tender rubs. Zecora’s striped belly shuddering again as it seemed to lift upwards a full inch and compress ever so slightly in a shaky pull inwards. Then it relaxed alongside a warm wave of relief that made her release the tense breath she had held in her chest. A part of her wondering if her beach ball of a belly had gotten a little wider, a little… heavier.

It had to be a trick of her mind, she mentally told herself, a sign of her labor making her muscles tired… and it had surely only just begun. Thankfully in the time it had taken for her to have her little episode of contractions it seemed Eddie had sobered up a smidge.

“What do you need me to do?” Some bit of color seemed to be back on his face as well.

“I’m not sure but-” Zecora grunted as her belly convulsed again, the warmth reaching a degree where she could positively feel it on her hooves. “Go get some towels, and warm water!”

“Okay.” Off he ran to collect the items. Leaving Zecora alone in her den to try and collect herself a little more.

Another pulse of force rippled through her gut. This time the sensations making her lean back until she was splayed out on her back. Her head left to look up at the mound of life quivering in her belly, her hind legs just barely seen poking up over the swell of her rounded girth. The only thing that the sight brought to her mind was the sensations coursing through her body, and that only made her say.

“Why does it feel so good?” With a slight pink blush to her face. For she was no expert in the matters of pregnancy, but she was fairly certain that the act of birth was filled with a fearful tension, not a longing want for more.

Her belly began to quiver once more. Not from the life within, but from the muscles getting nervous and starting to tighten up. Surely enough, Zecora was left to feel the tickle of pleasure racing all over her swollen beach ball. Every moment it grew closer to tightening making her body quake and shiver with need. Her fur alive with tension as she could feel the strengthening pulses rock her belly about more and more.

When the contraction finally hit Zecora outwardly moaned. Stronger than the others this pulse made her gut visibly clench and shake, sending the occupant into a flurry of kicking and squirming that only made Zecora’s drum tight sensitive skin alight with more sensations. Then the warmth struck and it burned with a pressure that pushed outwards. Her girth biting down in tandem with the growing force that rumbled in her core and made her squirm and flail her limbs about in a helpless tantrum of rising pleasure.

A gentle glow began to take hold of her rumbling belly. A gentle sound of growling guts emanated from her core. Zecora’s muscles across her body tightening as something massive was taking place in her womb.

“E-Eddie!” All she managed to moan out before the heat in her belly exploded outwards and her clamping muscles released. Her belly suddenly a sight of grand motions as the force pushed outwards. Warping her belly into odd shapes and motions as every wave was followed with a grumble or a growl from her billowing gut.

Every second of this made Zecora moan and almost scream. Her eyes unbelieving as her belly jumped up higher and bloated out wider. The sight of her stripes getting thicker enough to make her eyes open in stark disbelief. Slowly though her view was devoured with the sight of her grumbling gut as her back legs began to disappear from sight.

Then her belly began to grumble loudly. The skin shaking slightly from the force of it. Then it complained louder, and louder. Every jostle making Zecora’s nethers twitch with pleasure. The zebra mare throwing her head back and moan as a lance of wonderful sensations punched through her gut. Out of her mouth she screamed in ecstasy, “Eddie!” as in the next moment that lance seemed to pop the gathering pressure free. Her body thrusting her belly upward as that gut began blossoming outward, inches of thick girth appearing in mere moments, and more than a little juice flowed from between her tightly pressed together legs.

Eddie appeared a moment later with a towel over his neck and a bucket of warm water held in his teeth. Only to be witness to the aftermath of the tumultuous event. To say the least his reaction of going slack jawed and dropping the bucket all over the floor was more than understandable at the sight of a large striped cider barrel attached to his marefriend’s stomach.

“Zecora!” All he was able to say as he trotted past the wet spot on the floor and went to her side.

Zecora’s eyes could only flutter slightly at what she saw as she whispered out, “Eddie.”

Eddie followed her eyes to the rather intimidating sight of her taut paunch and shook. Watching as it twitched and squirmed with more life than before. “Did we just-?”

“Become parents to twins? I think so.”

The coltfriend in the rapidly growing relationship bit his lip and finally asked, “So what now? Do we just wait for sunup or...”

Zecora took her eyes off the rather thought provoking sight attached to her body and looked around the room trying to think until her eyes fell across an opened package by her note taking desk. A hoof went to her forehead as she exclaimed, “Ugh, I am such a fool, the parchment on the stool!”

He followed her pointing hoof right away and found the parchment she spoke of. At least he thought he had found it, the paper seemed burnt slightly and in rather poor condition. “I don’t think express mail will help us all the way out-”

“Eddie!” She shouted, “For once just focus and listen to me.”

“Alright, sorry, you’re right.” He gripped a finely sharpened quill and dipped it in ink, then spoke in a practiced manner of one with something in their mouth, “What do you want me to write?”

“Just write ‘help’ or ‘emergency’. That will get her to come right away. Then burn it!”

Eddie didn’t question, he followed her order and wrote down both words. He trotted over to the smoldering pit of coals in the center of the room and cast the note in. The paper sat for a moment on the coals, seemingly inert. Then it gained a greenish hue and was consumed in a sudden vortex of green fire that engulfed the entire firepit in a similarly glowing flame. Then just as soon as it happened the fire and its heat vanished.

He waited for a moment to speak. Looking over at his marefriend who seemed far too alone at the moment given what had happened. His desire to see her happy again drove him to lay down next to her head, and give her cheek a little nuzzle. “Do you want a pillow? Maybe get you back up on the bed?”

She shook her head slowly. “No I...” One of her hooves slowly went to her belly and carefully touched it as though it would vanish from the disturbance. All it did from her attentions was continue to shift and toil under her hoof. “I’m afraid if i try to get up i might hurt them.” She let out a few low chuckles as she continued to rub her tummy.

“Zecora?”

“Oh Eddie look at me,” She grasped at her womb with both her front legs and found it difficult to barely get it within her grasp, “Prodigiously pregnant in such a monstrous fashion and already i worry for them.” She slowly shook her head, “I do not know if this is a miracle or a curse.”

“Maybe… a little bit of both?”

Zecora looked to her coltfriend and his perplexed face. One that spawned a short smile on her own, “Maybe my young lover, maybe.”

Eddie simply sat nearby with hope that his presence was enough for his marefriend. Just as the two of them seemed ready to calm down from the events of the recent few minutes the air near the front door began to swirl with nebulous purple energy.

“Right on que.” Zecora flatly said

In the next instant there was a loud zap that sparked in the air. Eddie’s ears twitched from the deluge of magical energy filling the air. Now all that purple energy filled into a single blinding white point. Moments later that point exploded and let air rush through the room.

*POOF*

Eddie’s eyes simply went wide as he watched a mare of living legend appear in his marefriend’s living room.

“Zecora, i got your message. What’s the emer-” Twilight let out a loud gasp, “oh my goodness what happened?”

Eddie opened his mouth to answer but was cut off before he could answer.

“Potion or magic!” She shouted down his throat.

“What?”

“Po-tion or ma-gic.” She stressed.

“I don’t know this all just sort of happened.”

Twilight groaned, “Okay then we’ll get her diagnosed, luckily i know a reliable prenatal doctor who is in town that specializes in magically augmented pregnancies. Now stay still both of you.”

The aura around her horn glew brighter. A supernova of energy erupting around the space and making itself cling to the gathered zebras with a prickly purple glow. When the aura touched Zecora’s belly it made the entire mass grumble and shift as the foals were enveloped in extra energy that made the womb dimly glow from within.

“Five to teleport? You got twins in there?”

Zecora grunted a little as her womb began to shift and squirm, “How big do you think foals are Twilight?”

The all knowing book pony blushed slightly and closed her eyes. Pushing all thought from her mind she lifted her head up and cast the spell. WIth a prompt zap that made wind rush through the space which knocked knick knacks from their places the entire group vanished.

()()(1)()()

The air of ponyville general was one of pleasant boredom. For there was nothing that the receptionist loved more than an excuse to relax and do some paperwork between the bouts of insanity that was a medical emergency. To her experienced mind she felt that perhaps they were overdue for one, or perhaps two, at the current time, but she didn’t want to jinx it by thinking about it too much. Just as she was beginning to think about pulling out a book and catching up on her reading when the papers on her desk began to sparkle and swirl about in the air before her.

“What the ha-” Her words stolen from her as there was a blinding flash in the center of the waiting room, chairs pushed back to make room by the expanding purple nova of energy. Before she could brush the blinding light from her eyes there was a purple pony in her face from across the desk.

She blinked a few more times, “W-what?”

“Is doctor Megal still in?”

The receptionist finally managed to get her vision back and addressed the unicorn head promptly, “Dr. Megal is currently unavailable, his office hours stopped about three minutes ago so-”

“Well call him up and tell him he’s working overtime, Princess’ orders!”

“Princess?” She leaned forward and over her desk to get a better look at the purple pony and who she was rushing to help up. She gasped when she saw the wings, but what made her gasp twice was the sight of two zebras, one struggling to get up with a massive womb under her, stark naked with their junk showing clear as day. Before she could do more than work up a holler for them to get an underveil out of the supply closet they were already moving down the halls toward the doctor. She grumbled and grabbed the phone and called up the doctor to give him at least some form of early warning.

()()(2)()()

A well aged yellowish unicorn with a flowing white mane and tail sighed deeply, “Yes I understand I’ll see to them promptly.”

The white aura that grasped the phone quickly hung it back up on the hook.

“Princess’ orders, hmph,” He straightened his coat a bit and tidied up his hair in a mirror to look good for the arrival of royalty, “Probably that student of hers again, just had another scare from her experiments with her traveling magician friend.”

He heard the gallop of hooves down the hall and turned to meet the approaching pony. That which entered through the door made his eyes open in mild shock. “Princess Twilight Sparkle? In the flesh?”

She seemed to barely hear him, “Doctor Megel, I’m here about a friend. I think she has a serious case of S.F.G.S.”

Megel smiled, “Sudden Fetal Growth Syndrome? Miss Sparkle,” he almost couldn’t believe he was talking down to a princess but she sounded like every other worried self-diagnosed case he heard every day, “that typically only happens during the first trimester when the womb has plenty of room for growth. Even then it’s uncommon. Chances are your friend is only feeling some mild discomf-”

His smile was wiped from his face as he watched Zecora waddle into the room. Her massive width brushing the edges of the doorway slightly in a way that made her eyes bulge for a moment as she realized her own girth. The stallion trailing close behind was another unimportant matter entirely as his eyes never left the sight in front of him.

“Perhaps… I should hear this from the start.”

Thirty minutes later…

Megal placed the stethoscope on another part of the exposed grey womb in front of him. Zecora having gotten up on the bed and lay on her back as asked earlier. He stowed the medical instrument and let his horn glow. The white aura suffused the rather massive womb in front of him and a moment later two small lights floated above, gently pulsing in time with their tiny heartbeats.

“Well the facts seem to back up the story,” Megal began, “and you’re sure there was no magic involved. No hubby felt inadequate so he had a unicorn friend try a virility spell?” He looked at Eddie with a discerning eye, whom vigorously shook his head to the question, “and no potions either? No attempt to jump start the family unit with a tempting tonic?” Zecora swore on her honour that this was not the case either. Megal simply sighed, “Then this will take a few more tests, and alot more time.”

“Is there any way i can help.” Twilight finally butted in, “I am the element of magic after all. I just wanted the eye of an expert before I started doing my own tests. I’m sure if we worked together we can narrow down what is causing this.”

Megal smiled slightly, “Yes, i’m flattered by the esteem you seem to hold in me my princess. We can set about a few more delicate tests but first...” He turned to the only other stallion in the room, “Eddie was it? I have seen my quota of dicks for the day and would like to stop seeing yours out of the corner of my eye every other second, would you kindly go down the hall to the supply closet and get yourself an underveil. One for your marefriend too for when you two are ready to leave.”

“Oh um, yes of course.” Eddie shyly backed away and trotted out the door then down the hall.

“That was a little, harsh.” Twilight stated.

“Yes, but the young stallion has been on the verge of a freak out since he got in here. I figure a good scream in the supply closet is just what he needs to set his nerves straight.”

“You could tell that just by looking at him.”

Megel laughed, “My dear princess I’m the first and last line of defence a stallion has to finding out if he is the father. That supply closet has seen more freakouts than the sisters have seen souters.”

()()(3)()()

The door closed neatly behind Eddie. Then, calmly, he took in a nice deep breath…

And began to scream.

His utter panic took the shape of a rather emasculate sound that thankfully didn’t ring all the way down the hall to the room that held Zecora and the curious magical testing that preoccupied the two talented experts of the room. However it did catch the attention of one nurse who trotted down the hall, whom it garnered a small smirk that said ‘shoulda worn a condom bro’.

The sounds of his long labored declaration of panic soon passed into near hyperventilation as he sat down with his back against the door. His hooves going over his eyes as he tried to collect himself.

“What is even happening right now?”

Collecting his thoughts, specifically of that last few minutes, was about all he could do. For a moment, back at the hut, he remembered being almost at peace. Something about Zecora being so calm about it all, lent some air that it was going to be okay, but now that there were other ponies involved. Important ponies that held some air of expertise in magic and those same ponies being concerned. It just felt like it was falling apart again.

Then the worst part. He felt it twitch again. Between his legs, ever since they got to the clinic and he had to walk behind her. It wasn’t the fact that she was naked, it was the fact that she was just so…

“Pregnant...”

It was all in the way she carried herself. Of course she wobbled a bit, unsure of all that weight between her four legs, but the look of her womb gently swaying from left to right with her gait. It was enough to drive him mad, and her stripes. Stretched so far, easily twice their natural width, and not just on her gut. Her plot in his face, thicker, he knew it had to be thicker. There was no way it had such mass when last he had gazed upon it.

The thoughts sending butterflies into his stomach. Swirling in a mass that tickled his loins until-

“N-no, no!” His hooves went over his groin, “Not here, not after you almost got stiff in the hallway watching her back end move back and forth with every-”

The image was stuck in his mind. The curves of her rump, the sway of her hips. The mare he loved somehow even more beautiful than she had been before. He just wanted to mount her and-

All the butterflies in his stomach abruptly changed direction. Surging downwards into his lower reaches as suddenly the warmth in his groin doubled in intensity. He began to unsheath, and no amount of childish rejection was going to stop it. He shuddered as he leaned back against the door and watched it climb, but something was off.

It wasn’t until it had almost reached full mast that he noticed it. His medial ring, it was nowhere in sight. The second he was aware of that oddity he felt a hot pulse all over his cock. A tickly tingle that shuddered into his body and he felt oddly… bigger. His eyes resting higher than they were a moment before. That sensation bouncing off his body and surging back into his dick.

Eddie’s eyes going wide as his foot and a half mast erection stiffened, throbbed, and then pushed even higher out of his sheath. His unbelieving mind frozen in place as it shuddered and throbbed, spitting upwards a few precious inches and getting noticeably thicker too. Even his balls were feeling heavier, growing bulbous and tight in his sack until it seemed even they ignored what was possible to be held within, almost tripled in size. This all happening time and again, each time the sensation bouncing around his body. The pounding in his cock getting harder and harder, Longer and longer until it crested three and a half feet in height. So close he could tickle it with his snout. A single strong vein running from base to nearly the tip. Everything tensing, growing tighter, he needed release. He needed-

“Zecora…” His voice so deep, it didn’t sound like his voice. He didn’t even fully realize it, nor did he fully notice that his head was scraping against the top of the door frame, neither did he register the width of his ass filling up more space on the floor. All he wanted was to-

“Seed.” He grunted and twisted as his balls curled close and began to pump, the base of his cock starting to swell.

“SEED.” He hugged his own cock and started to pump his forelegs across the length, the touch like lightning across the entire girth, muscles flickering with even more tension as the swelling cum started to climb. Pre racing up the length to bubble and spit. His cock a warming volcano firing off at the tip. The deep rasp of massive lungs heaving and sighing with passion as he sped up, nearing a finish.

“SEED!” His voice pinching at the finish. Crying out in a primal fashion for the gathering storm to finally crash into him. His entire length starting to throb, twitching and smashing into his chest time and again as the gobs of cum raced up the length from the sheer force of his muscles clenching down on the bomb in his body. The bubbling and spitting of his cock’s tip replaced with racing rivulets, and then tiny ropes, until finally his flare started to bulge. His entire length filled to bursting, one last twitch, one last groan, one last involuntary squeeze of his groins cum firing muscles.

“AAAAAAAH!”

The bulged flare opened up and a rope easily the size of his foreleg shot straight up. Plastering the ceiling with a layer of white, but that wasn’t the only one. Rope after rope, his orgasm rolling onwards again and again. His chest heaving as sweat rolled down his body. His mind filled with an image, an image of his love being plastered in his seed. Her womb twitching and shaking as he frosted her tummy from grey to white. Every blast filled with that passion to make love to her, grunting and gnashing his teeth as his cock wobbled and sprayed every corner of the room with some amount of his copious amounts of cum. Then as impressive as his orgasm began it inevitably started to end.

His rock hard pole started to limp, and impressive ropes turned into gobby spurts splotching the floor before him. Eddie himself feeling oddly weak, and weaker by the second. Everything starting to feel a tad more familiar to himself as he watched his meat recede into himself. Stuffing itself neatly back in place, not seemingly any worse for wear.

“Ugh.” He started when his senses started to come back to him. “What?”

Before he could think to say another word a glob of something hot and white splotched off the ceiling and landed upon his head. Clearly covering nearly half his face as realization suddenly hit him. Looking around the utterly annihilated and tightly packed supply room what had happened came flooding back to him.

“Oh sweet sisters,” He looked down at his package, clearly larger than it had been before, easily requiring a slip three sizes larger than he had worn just a few hours prior, “What is happening!?” At the very least the rest of him seemed unchanged from what he was before the odd episode of… whatever that was.

Then he heard a humming. A strange almost silent noise, but it seemed to reverberate with power. The air of the supply closet grew dim and began to glow with a blueish light. Eddie could feel the hum in his chest and he looked down, astonished as he saw the collar he had been given was the source. Specifically the blue crystal in the center of the device.

“No, nononono, no more magic, no more weirdness, no more-” Before he could finish the light of the collar sparked brighter. Little motes of light shooting out from it and into the scattered cum around the room. Eddie didn’t know what to think about the light show, but then suddenly all the cum started to float off the floor, ceiling, and walls. Moving with a purpose directly towards him. He braced, sure his future was a musky sticky nasty mess. Instead he felt the hum of the collar grow stronger, the globs of cum soaring towards him making a bee line for the crystal embedded in the collar and then…

It just started sucking it all up. The gallons of cum sprayed across the room just disappearing into the blue gemstone, even the stuff glued to his face coming free with little effort. By the time it was all done and ‘cleaned up’ he was left with even more questions.

“No!” He reached for the clasp for the collar behind his head, fiddling with trying to find it, “It’s you its gotta be you. Some curse, some magical THING!” He kept trying to find the clasp to no avail, “Where did it go? It was right there!” The panic in his voice starting to grow, “Please all this weirdness it has to stop, IT HAS TO STOP!”

His voice trailing off, unheard outside the supply closet as a dimly glowing blue barrier sound proofed the room.

()()(4)()()

Zecora simply stared at the ceiling. Lost inside her own thoughts as she tried to meditate on what was happening. She didn’t truly understand what was going on with these tests and magical measurement that were going on, more than a half dozen runes scrolled across her womb with a magically sensitive paint. Something about a depth of magical power here, a complexity of spun life magic there. All she really knew was that she was relieved, truly relieved, to hear them speak of how healthy the foals were and how healthy she was. Apparently her skin was thick, or specifically had thickened to support the sheer amount of pressure her womb exerted outwardly. She was in no danger of ‘rapid expansion strain’ which she was very grateful to hear. Now, as the two mages bickered about possible magical sources, Zecora was neatly touching her womb. Feeling her foals toss and turn about inside. The sensations still so wonderful and new to her, still feeling that desire somewhere deep inside her as she had when the second one had become real. A wish for…

“More...” She whispered under her breath. Not sure why she wanted such a thing. This surprise motherhood would be monstrous to so many, but to her it was simply… wonderful. The time spent being prodded and touched by Twilight and the doctor merely gave her more time to process what had happened to her. The presence of the twins merely being in her womb making it feel so warm and full. The way they would gently prod and poke. Sometimes even fighting with one another for more room, if she had the room she would gladly give it but alas they would need to struggle against her ready walls.

“Maybe it’s some kind of magic of the everfree forest? A ley line shift?” The doctor questioned, grabbing Zecora’s attention.

“No, can’t be. All the Ley lines run around Zecora’s hut. Most of them ending at the Sister’s Castle or where the tree of harmony was planted. An alignment shift of the ley lines of the scale to move through Zecora’s hut and cause this sort of reaction would give every unicorn for miles around a really nasty headache alongside the more easily applicable arcana tests showing results almost instantly.”

“What about plantlife. Spores or something less pure magic and possibly bio-arcanicle, like poison joke.”

“Zecora knows the ins and outs of every plant around her hut. If anything she probably knows the most out of anypony in Equestria about what's in the Everfree, with a few surprises notwithstanding. There was nothing like that in play, not potions either if your tests tell it true, although I might pop over to the hut later to run more intrusive tests on the property. Thankfully your tests ruled out something parasitic. No i think this was magical. We just gotta figure out the source, and what triggered it.”

“I do understand the need to find out the source but we must also focus on what it has done to Zecora’s body, like if this growth has caused-” Mengel’s counterpoint inturrupted a long drawn out note, rumbling and needy, loud enough to gently shudder the grey mass is came from, “-a deficit of caloric need.”

Twilight was first to her old friend’s side. “You hungry Zecora?”

Zecora looked about as if it was obvious, but added, “More than hungry i do feel beat, but i could stand a bite to eat.”

“Please tell me the the clinic has something more than vending machines at this hour.”

Doc Mengel laughed heartily, “We’re not a hospital, but there is a staff kitchen. Come with me I’ll let you in. Though i believe it best for your Zebra friend to stay here, rest is probably her best treatment at the moment.”

Twilight nodded then spoke one more time to Zecora before leaving, “Be right back, nothing will happen I promise.”

The pregnant mare watched them go. Left alone in the room on the bed by herself. The monument to her apparent fertility rising over her the only company she had besides the lights overhead. She watched her foals twitter about, a gentle motion, but something else weighed on her mind.

She had lied.

Not a big lie, not by a mile. It was just that, when her belly rang aloud, it was not food she wanted found. It had merely growled, and stirred the two passengers into more kicks that she now gently massaged at in hope it would calm them down. In truth the growl had… tickled, but not in the way that made one laugh. It was a fluttery feeling, down deep in her core. A warm kick in the fullness of her belly that made everything feel… heavier, fuller…

“Bigger...” The word danced on her lips. The thoughts and images it conveyed for even the briefest of moments made her blush crimson. Did she really want that? Did she really wish for this entire situation to grow even stranger?

No sooner had the word left her lips than something happened. With her hooves outstretched on the far reaches of her womb she felt it in her core and on her hooves. A long drawn out yowl from her gut made her wince and then start panting slowly.

“You’re not hungry are you?” She said to it, leaning back in the bed, taking the entirety of it in the scope of her vision.

This time the growl was so loud every inch of that grey behemoth shuddered. The feeling so strong she swore she could feel her womb stretching outwards by centimeters, pushing and swelling so intimately with her senses. Already the feeling of heft and tightness making her squirm.

“You want to *huff* grow don’t you?”

Her womb stretched, distorting its shape from left to right. Starting to roar as the need to be fuller started to consume her thoughts.

“Then grow, GROW!”

Her grey mass quivered. Quaking with might as the heat from before shot through her womb and made her foals kick all the harder. Everything working together to stretch their mommy, to try and make her grow. She panted and groaned as her hind legs seized up and craned outwards her spine bowing as she shoved her womb toward the sky. The grumbling, kicking, and stretching making her body feel on fire. Then there was a punch, a burst from within, a force that made her womb widen to the left, then to the right, swelling the cider barrel to a point where it would burst until it finally kicked straight up. Zecora shouted in pleasure as the heft of her womb grew to the point where she was beyond just a single barrel.

“T-three?” She said when her body landed once again on the bed, the additional set of legs kicking up a storm with its brother and sister. After a few heavy breaths Zecora uttered a word, “More…” her belly grumbled, a heavy chirp of noises, excited noises, “More!”

Her shout making her belly lurch. The weight tossing itself around on the bed as Zecora latched her legs onto what she could find to try and keep herself steady. Heaving and panting as every jostle and motion tickled her insides. A rising heat building deep in her core, getting ready to fire, getting ready to- “Grow!” she commanded, and with that word her womb burbled the loudest it ever had and it ballooned outward. Her womb seemed to commit mitosis, her single rounded barrel splitting down the middle and growing. Pushing one half larger than the other, then in a motion like breathing the other caught up. Getting almost impossibly wide and frightfully tall. Two twitching kicking bloated cider barrels rumbled to fill her vision with a monument to her own fertility. The heat and the noise slowly, SLOWLY, winding down as Zecora just twitched and shook from the passion that made her hips quite wet.

“F-four. A nice start… *huff*”

While she lay there, recovering, the sound of conversation outside the room caught her attention.

“-and that was when i realized she wasn’t an evil enchantress and-” Twilight turned her head and gasped. The plate of greens she held with her magic clattered to the floor.

“Great cantering colts!” The doctor next to her said in similar surprise.

Zecora wasn’t entirely lucid when they came up to her. Barking questions at her addled brain, but she was aware of an object being pressed against her womb, a crystal of some kind.

It went from colorless to a blinding silver radiance in a matter of moments.

“Sweet Celestia,” Doctor Megal’s jaw almost dropped, “That should have taken fifteen minutes not fifteen seconds.”

“What does it mean doctor?”

“It means your friend is rife with life magic, the potency must be almost pure its suffusing every part of her… I want your friend to be as close to this clinic as possible.”

“Is she in danger?”

“I don’t know, I need to run some tests that will take a few days. Meanwhile you have to keep her close in case… in case this happens again. An additive sudden fetal growth syndrome is one thing, but multiplicative? It’s completely impossible, infeasible, yet… I’m staring right at it.”

Twilight tapped a thinking hoof to her chin a few times, “Well i could keep her at the castle. I just need some time to move a few things and give her a proper space, but where can she stay while I-”

The door opened one more time. A zebra stallion huffing and puffing as he looked to have all the energy drained from his body, a feminine underveil in his teeth. When he looked up however his eyes turned to pinpricks and some of that energy seemed to flow back into him. He dropped the underveil and trotted over to Zecora.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine just a little… stuffed.”

He smiled, “you look fit to burst.” His eyes going over the womb that looked like two cider barrels tied together, she would be lucky if it didn’t touch the floor when she got out of that bed.

She smiled back, and her belly gave a little auditory grumble while a few streaks of fetal movement coursed along the tight surface.

“Eddie,” he looked toward Twilight, “would you be comfortable with keeping Zecora at your place in town for a few days. I’ll have better accommodations in a few days but i have this diplomatic meeting at my castle for a good portion of the foreign rulers and i’m afraid space is beyond premium right now.”

“Yes, of course, anything, just… is she going to be alright?”

Doctor Mengel butted in quickly, “While this situation is unprecedented i will go on record to mention there has never been a single fatality related to Sudden Fetal Growth Syndrome, and while your friend here is certainly trying to break her own anatomical limitations,” He placed an instrument on Zecora’s womb, it blinked a few times then turned green, “hmmm, a little thicker than I expected. Anyway while she is in no danger of bursting. It seems whatever is making her fetuses grow and multiply is also keeping everything else in check to see to it that she is able to carry them. In fact I’m not quite sure if i’ve seen a healthier mother.”

There was an entire room of relieved sighs. Followed by a few more quick tests, then the portion of trying to help Zecora out of the bed. The doctor had to call on two nurses and recruit Eddie and Twilight’s help as well. Gently, carefully turning her over, the bed lowered to touch the floor. Zecora then trying to find the width she needed to plant her hooves on the floor before she heaved and lifted herself up. It felt a tad easier than she imagined it would, were her legs getting stronger, was it all in the hips like the doctor said… were her hips getting bigger? She looked over her shoulder twice and tried to gauge it, but the sight of her womb jutting so far out to the sides was too much. She would need to turn the hallways into a one way road just to leave the building.

Twilight went out of the room first and watched as Zecora approached. She moved with some confidence, even if her gait had a bit of a waddle to it, but when she grunted due to the sides of her womb becoming planted in the doorway she looked to her friend with a pleading pout.

“It’s okay, i got this.” Her horn alighted. Moments later the door frame glowed purple as well. Then in one simple motion, the wood seemed to breath and it stretched. Zecora sighed some form of relief and waltzed through.

Eddie chimed in, “I think we’ll be good at my apartment. Saunter is a big pony and we got an apartment with big doorways as well.”

“Good,” Twilight however looked toward Zecora and said, “don’t worry I'll take some time and make an amulet… or maybe a neck ring that will have the spell in it. You’ll be able to walk through tight doorways all you want… but not hallways, i don’t think i could pump that much magic into a device and have it be safe.”

“It’s alright Twilight, we all do what we can.” Twilight continued to lead the way as Zecora made her way down the tight hallway on her own.

While they went out Eddie took a moment of privacy with the doctor.

“Say doc, can that sudden fetal whatever syndrome affect stallions?”

The Doctor shook his head, “No the magic is strictly femanine in nature. The only way it would affect you would be if you were pregnant as well… are you?” he said with a curious eye that bordered on a fanatical desire to hear him say yes.

“No-no, no.” The doctor turned around and explained he must be going, packing up his instrument and taking extra care with the glowing silver crystal he had, leaving Eddie by himself, “Then what’s up with me?” He suddenly remembered his absurdly pregnant marefriend and almost galloped out of the room, his much larger than normal slip riding a little tight to remind him that all that happened in the supply closet was indeed not a dream.

End of Chapter 2