Saturn Sized Stripes and Stretchmarks

Saturn Sized Stripes and Stretchmarks

Chapter 3

Saunter yawned, the brightness of Celestia’s morning sun having woken him from his slumber. He groaned and scratched at an ear as he mentally prepared for a Monday filled with moving sofas. Then he remembered something that made him smile.

“I love holidays.” He debated on going back to bed, but there was an important meeting of the minds to have this morning. “The sun and moon celestial celebration.” To most a sacred day, to him and every other worker in retail it meant a day without dealing with picky ponies.

Out of his room he went, doing his best to not let the door creak too loudly knowing how late Eddie usually kept in bed. He cleared the doorway and made his way to the kitchen - a cup of coffee sounded excellent. The bedrooms were located on one end of the apartment that shared a hallway. Said hallway opened to the dining room and kitchen, across from that was the bathroom. Yep, all a pair of fresh out-of-the-nest stallions needed to survive. However when he made it out of the bedroom hallway he stopped. Something was off, in fact a lot of something was off. Every moveable item between the bedroom hallway and the bathroom was not where it should be.

“What the...” He looked back toward the bedrooms, specifically at Eddie’s door. It was shut. That zebra never kept his door shut. Saunter trotted over and gave a few knocks. “Hey Eddie, can I talk with you for a minute?”

Saunter heard the sound of somepony stirring. In fact it sounded like more than one was stirring. Then he heard a voice muffled by the door, “No, no I got it just stay as you are, I’ll be right back.”

On the other side hooves hit the floor and lightly clopped their way over to the door. It opened, partially, and a slick mohawked head squeezed through.

“Hey Saunter, what’s up?” Eddie managed with a yawn.

For the moment his friend forgot about the furniture as a more pressing concern hounded him. “Do you have somepony over?”

His eyes darted about. “Um, yeah. It’s just, uh, Zecora. We were out kinda late in Ponyville and she wasn’t in any shape to go back to her hut in the dark and--”

“Wait...” Saunter’s thoughts ran deep, to all the times this hadn’t happened before because his marefriend was a perfectly capable mare able to navigate the Everfree blindfolded on her own. Then it hit him, the moved furniture, the overnight stay... “Oh my sweet Celestia you two fucked on the carpet didn’t you?” His voice began to rise, “I swear if I find stains and you expect ME to clean them up when you two had a perfectly good bed to ruin I’ll, I’ll--”

A tired voice from within the bedroom spoke up, “Eddie, is everything alright?”

“Y-yes, Zecora, it’s fine,” he leaned toward Saunter, taking a step or two as well to get close enough to whisper - unbeknownst to him the door was slowly swinging ajar. “I swear we didn’t do the dirty here. It all started over at Zecora’s and… and… oh sweet Celestia, Saunter, the last twelve hours have been so messed up.”

Saunter was a tad concerned, doing his best to cool off after he almost flew off the handle. He had never heard his friend sound so fearful. “Eddie dude, simmer down, whatever is up, we can--” His eyes wandered to the figure that was visible in the opening doorway, what he saw almost made his jaw fall slack. “--talk… about it.”

Her breaths were making it rise and fall in a steady rhythm. While laying on her side the width of the belly he saw was only made all the more monumental as it was nearly taller than your average stallion, not to mention girthy enough to probably fit one inside her. The struggling and kicking within however was not nearly rampant enough to be one. The sight of it all combined however made him see what was truly there. A womb.

“Eddie what-- how--” His words failed to find themselves until he settled on a single thought. “But she was empty when we met that one time at the market three months ago. How is she--”

“That’s what we’ve been trying to figure out. It’s some magic something-or-other - I don’t know half the stuff the doc and her were talking about. I have no idea what's going on. I just want it to stop.”

Zecora was up now, or as ‘up’ as she could be with the load she was carrying. Laying on her side, craning her neck around the bend of her belly, concern apparent on her frowning face, “Eddie, calm yourself, all we know points to me being fine. There is no need for such alarm.”

He knew she was right, but what had happened to him still poked at his mind. Something was happening, to both of them. He loved her, he wanted her more as well ever since then, but why did he have to be the only one freaking out about it. Surely it was worthy of some alarm, of some level of worry.

“Eddie!” The voice of Saunter pulled him out of his mind, “Those foals in there, they’re real right? No tomfoolery magic stuff yeah?”

Eddie nodded, but his ears were still pulled down out of stress.

“Then come here.” Saunter pushed his way deeper into the room, over to the bed where she lay. “Zecora, do you mind if I--” He gestured a hoof over her womb.

“Go ahead,” she said while getting a tad more comfortable on the bed, letting her mountainous belly stand tall enough on the bed to just barely lay higher than the stallion standing before it.

Saunter put a hoof to her womb and felt it a little bit. He motioned for Eddie to come near. “Alright, now just gently put your head on it.”

Eddie looked at him with some concern. However Saunter’s look gave him little leeway to argue, so he obliged.

“Now I want you to listen to her, listen to her breath and just feel that warmth for a moment.”

The sound was strange to say the least, but the pressing of his cheek and ear against his lover’s belly was somewhat nice. The sound of her breathing slowly becoming entrancing, pulling him in, the warmth of her tummy almost making him feel sleepy. Then he felt something, the tiniest, weakest, bump against his cheek. It was almost enough to knock him out of his trance, almost.

“You felt that, didn’t ya. I saw it in your eyes. They lit up for a second, I swear. Now now, don’t come out of it just yet. I want you to think about it, realize it, make this thought real in your head. I’m going to be a father, and she’s going to be a mother. The two of you, working together, have made something, and that something is growing inside her, right now, with every breath and every heartbeat she has.”

Eddie was in a different place. The voice of Saunter like a distant dream. All he could hear was Zecora’s heart, her breathing, and the touch of the foal against his face. Then there were more kicks, more heartbeats, all gently tickling his ears as he floated inside his mind. The sounds pulling him deeper until suddenly he was standing in a field, beneath a tree, Zecora at his side with not a thing wrong with her, but there were others. Other little things prancing amidst the grass. Four of them, happy and free. Then one of them ran up to the two of them, wobbling on three legs, holding up her fourth leg that had a little red bruise on it.

Zecora leaned down, kissed it, and the wound went away.

“Mommy’s kisses are the best!” the little filly of schooling age said before running back off into the field after the others.

“Now be careful Zenna we don’t want to make this a habit!” Zecora shouted after her.

Eddie just smiled as Zecora then buried her head under his. “They’re so cute, just like their mother.”

Zecora chuckled and looked out over the fields, at the four foals playing and rough housing with one another, then looked Eddie in the eye, “I want more Eddie.”

He smiled, “Then you’ll have more.”

The world was perfect in that moment. No worry, no fear, just him, her, and the foals in the field. That was until a tremendous tremor shook the earth with a noise that blasted straight into his ear. His eyes blinking back into reality as the guttural burbling and groaning of Zecora’s tremendous gut filled his head. He actually had to pull his head off her furry belly and witness the beast quiver slightly from the force of its own yowling.

“I think someone might be a tad hungry,” Saunter stated.

Eddie picked up on that clearly enough. “I think we have a nice bowl of oats with your name on it Zecora.”

She smiled. “That sounds nice.” However a part of her doubted that a single bowl would be enough to fill her. She felt absolutely ravenous. The near-constant tummy rumblings not helping her patience.

Eddie left the room. Leaving Saunter alone with Zecora and her vocal gut. Between fits of hunger pangs she spoke up.

“You have a way with words, Saunter.”

“Huh? Oh, that stuff I said to Eddie. Yeah, those weren't my words, they were my mother's.” He smiled. “Yep, good old worried father speech number six. She had something like forty different speeches she thought up while she worked at the foaling ward. Most of them were nonsense but she had a keeper or two.”

“She must have been excellent at her job.”

“She is. Managed to do it and raise me until I was old enough for school. I grew up around pregnant mares. Still kinda like the look of a good healthy momma-to-be, and boy howdy Zecora do you ever look healthy.”

A smile grew on her face. “Thank you.”

At about that time Eddie's head peeked in, “Hey Saunter, did you go shopping yesterday? I ask ‘cause all we got is ramen in the pantry.”

The roommate then clacked a hoof over his face. “Ah, buck my head clean off I forgot. Don't worry I still got your half of the grocery tab I just gotta figure out what I did with that shopping list.”

“It’s alright, or it will be alright we just gotta hit up the market, maybe throw in some more bits on my end to account for Zecora then... ah crap, we gotta cancel the brunch at Rosa’s meet and eat.”

Saunter's eyes suddenly lit up. “Wait a minute, no we don’t!”

“Huh?”

“Eddie, haha, Rosa’s is a buffet, an all you can eat buffet. For ten bits she can stuff herself into a food coma!”

There was a sudden ornery, borderline cantankerous, growl from the tumbling womb that made it visibly shake.

Saunter laughed. “Come on, let’s head out before she brings down the house.”

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Flaunter tapped his hoof against the ground. He wasn't particularly mad, just a tad impatient, the three of them hardly ever showed up on time for anything. There was a simple question in his mind of what could have gone wrong this time.

About the time his wondering started he saw Saunter around the bend and sighed some relief. “Finally, time to eat.” Then he saw what was following Saunter and his eyes squinted in disbelief. Followed by his jaw dropping in utter amazement. For swaying down the road with an awkward gait came an impossible sight and the closer it got, the less believing Flaunter became.

When they finally stopped in front of him all he could say, to Eddie in particular, was, “by my great granny's ghost, Eddie, are you firing cannonballs or something?”

Eddie blushed and Zecora simply laughed.

“I’ll tell you over a hot plate of food.”

Zecora’s belly grumbled in approval of the idea. So the four of them went inside the oft spoken of Rosa’s, thankfully the establishment recently added double doors so Zecora could get through without much incident. Even if everyone had to let her go through by herself so that no one was pinned between a wall and her womb.

Inside they were almost immediately greeted as the first patrons of the day. Partially anyway, the hostess pony gaped halfway through her greeting at the striped whale in the room. Her professionalism won through however, and after a mere ten seconds of silent gawking she returned to reality. She asked, “Booth or table?”

Everyone agreed to a booth, at first, but when it became apparent that not everyone was going to fit they opted for a nice table with some pillows for easy sitting arranged around it. A few extras brought over for Zecora to make sure her womb rested on a nice fluffy throne in front of her.

Menus were brought around, but the smells already made up everyone’s mind. “Bruncheon Munching Eat ‘n’ Luncheon buffet” rolled off one pair of lips after the other. The final call ending with an impatient grunt from Zecora’s belly. She tried to rise with the rest of them to go to the buffet but Eddie stopped her.

“I can get you a plate, what do you want?”

She sniffed the air and looked at the buffet, fighting to keep her cantankerous gut under control. “Some carrots, a salad, and one of those scrumptious-looking… oh, what were they called again. Oh yes, baked potatoes.”

He gave a stern salute. “By your order, my queen.”

She giggled and gave a playful swat at him, a look of ‘oh stop it’ on her face. He left with a guilty smirk plastered on his mouth.

To the buffet he went without further word. Going over straight to where the plates were kept. He saw Saunter grab the handle of a bigger plate in his mouth, while Flaunter levitated a more meager sized one in his magic. Eddie would come back a second time to fill his own plate, for now he made a move to grab a regular sized plate, then stopped.

You know… if she had some leftovers that would help everyone out, his mouth going for the built in handle on the larger plate that was almost the size of a carriage wheel.

He took Zecora’s massive plate over to one of four islands of heat lamp equipped buffet tables. A handful of places available to set down one’s plate so one could more easily fill it, unless they were a multi-tasking pegasus or unicorn of course. Anypony of a ‘lesser caliber’ had to make due with a mouth guard and a ladle to scoop their food. A mouth guard being a clear plastic washable ‘glove’ for one’s mouth. It covered the teeth and tongue and nothing more so one might still breath, an irksome but altogether hygienic measure to keep the health inspectors at bay.

Eddie started by grasped a few, rather large, steamed carrots. Followed by a very sensible, if rather overloaded with bread cubes, salad. Before he could make a move toward the far island to get the baked potato he heard a voice say. “Maybe some chicken for my salad.”

He looked back and saw Zecora watching him fill her plate. He just guessed she was shouting a few words his way so he didn’t have to make too many trips. So with a shrug he went over and scooped some chicken bits into her salad. He made a move to once again leave for the next island when he heard Zecora again.

“Some dressing, perhaps?”

Oddly enough it didn’t sound like she was shouting, it was like she was just speaking into his ear. He thought it strange for a few more seconds and shrugged it off. He grabbed some thousand island, her favorite, and drizzled it on. Before he could put it back he heard her ask, “More?” So he obliged, giving her a rather heavy salad to deal with when he finished with the bottle.

Off to the far island he went for her baked potato, but he kept getting stopped by her voice. “Is that daisy lasagna I smell?” He quickly set the platter down and scooped her a slice. Before he even had time to put the scoop back he heard her again. “Maybe a pickle or two?” On and on this went, a slow and constantly interrupted march to the baked potato. Radishes, ravioli, meatball spaghetti, pizza, and more.

When Eddie finally got to the island with the baked potato his neck was aching from hefting the overloaded plate. Still he pressed on, grabbing the tongs with his lips and plopping the biggest heaviest baked potato he could find onto her plate. He would dare say it was as big as his own head. The more he looked at it however the more he could hear Zecora saying, “It needs some filling."

Eddie looked about the island and saw the perfect ingredient. He wasn't sure why he knew it was perfect, but nonetheless he grabbed a knife, split the potato open, and began to scoop grand helpings of mac and cheese into its opening. At the final spoonful that left the potato utterly gorged on noodles and cheese Eddie heard a rather loud guttural growl from the table Zecora still lounged at.

For whatever reason, he felt it a summons, so he replaced the spoon and made a move to heft the plate full of food. However for all the trying he did he couldn't get it to budge an inch into the air.

He heard her call to him, asking if he needed help.

“No, I got it,” he said back between bared teeth, “just need to be a little stronger, a little…”

His amulet sparked and suddenly Eddie started to feel a little, heftier. His skin tightened, his chest barreled ever so slightly, the craned shaking neck that desperately heaved against the plate's weight bulged thick with knots of muscle and suddenly everything felt a little lighter.

Eddie barely noticed a thing. Effortlessly lifting the plate and without an ounce of struggle he trotted his way over to the table. By the time he set the plate down both Saunter and Flaunter had returned from their own trips.

Saunter eyed Zecora's plate and his own. “Oh ho ho, someone about to challenge my title as the group gut?”

Zecora paid his challenge no mind. She was merely trying to lean forward enough over her womb to get her mouth at that pile of tummy-quieting sustenance. Eddie noticed this plight of hers and rectified it. He picked up the platter and placed it atop her tummy, where it rested quite nicely for a matter of moments before Zecora started to dig in. The first thing to go? The baked potato, all shoved into her mouth that seemed to stretch around its mac-filled goodness. She closed her lips around it and swallowed. A solid lump of delectable food chugging down her throat, nearly popping the clasps of her three neck rings, and landing with a satisfying heft in her gut. While she licked her lips of cheese and potato, her gut let out a happy purr.

Flaunter meanwhile was eyeing up Eddie. Something about his striped friend seemed off, he just couldn’t tell what. He paid more attention to his own plate before Eddie went off to fill his own. That was when he saw it. To be more clear, that was when he noticed Zecora eyeing up Eddie’s toned flank for a moment.

“Wait a tick, Saunter does Eddie look a little--”

Saunter cut him off between mouthfuls. “In a minute, gotta uphold my title.”

Flaunter just groaned. He started picking at his own food while Saunter gorged himself and Zecora didn’t take a moment to pay attention to anything other than the food on her massive plate. He did his best to not stare at the two gluttons destroying their platters, but it was hard to ignore between the slapping of lips and grumbling of Zecora's much happier-sounding tummy.

By the time Eddie came back Zecora was done with her first plate. He set off immediately to refill it despite her objections that he should eat first. He insisted that she needed to fill herself on the foals’ behalf. Saunter played catchup and went galloping off to fill his own large platter with more food. Leaving Flaunter and Zecora to themselves as the zebra mare idly rubbed her still unsatisfied belly.

Flaunter took the opportunity to make conversation between petite bites of eggs and waffles. "So Zecora, how many are you expecting?"

Zecora licked the last of the crumbs from her lips and answered, “As of right now? Four, but I have a feeling that is not going to be the final count.”

His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Let me put it like this.” She closed her eyes for a moment and stroked the jittering womb that was still grumbling for more. “Sunday night I was expecting one, halfway through I grew another, and by morning I had filled to twice that number. To put it bluntly, Flaunter…” She leaned over her womb as much as she could, eyes half-lidded, her voice filling with want. “...I’m due.”

A chill ran up his spine as he looked to her swollen belly. Amazement or terror, he wasn’t sure which was filling him as Eddie came back. The platter filled to the brim with waffles, eggs, hay bacon, crustless daisy sandwiches, and a plethora of heavier foods. Flaunter, still so floored by Zecora's declaration, didn't even notice the bulging muscles under Eddie's skin, the fact he was now tall enough to give Zecora a little peck on the lips without straining his neck to reach, or the slight goatee he was now sporting.

Eddie was actually able to eat something this time around. A smirk on his face as he watched his stallion friend trying to keep up with his lover's voracious appetite. He looked over to Flaunter, who had paled.

“Everything okay, Flaunter?” He said without even noticing the deep tone that came from his throat.

“I’ll get back to you on that one.”

Eddie didn’t have time to ponder what that meant. For no sooner had he asked the question than had Zecora finished her second plate. He didn't even hesitate in grabbing her plate to get her a third helping. Saunter meanwhile was huffing and groaning as he got up a few moments later.

Flaunter tried to stop him with a few concerned words, but all he got was, “She’s running outta steam, can’t quit now,” in reply.

Flaunter severely doubted that statement as Zecora’s belly seemed to protest for every moment that she wasn’t shoveling food into her maw. He just watched her in silence while she stroked her belly, what little of it she could reach anyway. The taut-looking mass that stretched her gut wider than a pair of cider barrels being prodded and pushed at from within.

The food returned. Another wave placed atop the fertile altar to be offered to the grumbling goddess. She accepted the seemingly meager tribute graciously and with a bit of burping.

Meanwhile Eddie enjoyed his own food. By the time he finished he felt the urge for a second plate. When he left to fill it Zecora urged him to hurry, she was almost done once again. Saunter through, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't finish the second half of his third plate. He just grumbled as sick protests came from his gut, his face turning green.

“You, urp, you win, Zecora.”

She looked up from her plate that rested on her belly and swallowed the wad of mixed dishes. “Won what?”

“T-the challenge.”

She seemed confused. “What challenge?”

Saunter groaned as he cradled his complaining stomach. “Ugh, she wasn’t even trying!”

She just shrugged and went back to her plate with renewed zeal. By the time Eddie returned she had finished. He held a small smile toward his tummy ached friend and took Zecora’s plate once again.

This time when he left Zecora did not take a passing glance at his plot. Instead she eyed the half-done plate that Saunter had before him.

“Are you going to finish that?” She said with hope in her voice and a gurgle in her belly.

Saunter shook his head. Then Flaunter, ever the noble one, levitated the plate over to her. She went to task quickly, so much so that she hardly noticed Eddie swap out the empty plate when he returned. This new one so stacked with grub that it was nearly spilling over the sides.

By now he was nearly the size of Saunter. Muscles bulging under his striped hide that looked capable of solo lifting the largest sofa’s his job had to offer and never tire. His friends had ceased to notice anymore as all they did was watch Zecora gorge and gorge and GORGE some more.

One platter of food after another went down her throat in mighty bulges that made her neck rings nearly snap. Eddie having to move almost constantly, opting to fill one platter while another rested on his lover’s hungering womb.

After about the fifth go, the help started to take note. Waiters and waitresses gawking at her size and when hearing how many she had put away jaws would hit the floor.

At the seventh plate the owner of the store was involved. “What? Do we have a party of twelve on the floor?” Her words soon turned to wide eyes as she saw Zecora up end a plate to slurp the gravy off the latest meal. Her girth starting to press against the table it was getting so full. That appetite still going strong as a severe dent in the buffet was noted. The owner scrunched her nose and tried to think how she could stop this behemoth’s eating frenzy.

Zecora however did not slow down, no matter how many ponies looked on and gawked. If anything it was just making her more voracious. Eighth plate down with a grumble from her gut. Ninth licked clean and sent down to her kicking foals. Then finally she began to slow, eating more like a regular pony now with some chewing and talking in between. When she put the last of the deluxe omelet hash special in her mouth she swallowed it with a sigh.

“Want me to get another?” Eddie asked as if he had to hear her say something aside from licking her lips and patting her tummy.

“Hmmm,” she thought, “No, I think I’m full.”

There was a sigh of relief from the owner and a few muffled hurrahs from waiters who had been placing bets. Then in that moment of relief for the food staff involved there came a burbling from Zecora’s gut. At first it was nothing, a tiny noise one might hear all the time, but them it began to grow. Gaining a bass thrum to it as it began to roar. Her gut starting to tumble and shake as Zecora groaned.

“O-oh my gosh, Zecora is it happening, a-are you growing?”

“Growing!?” both Saunter and Flaunter shouted at once.

Zecora grunted as her belly lurched a few inches forward, pushing the table away from her in one forceful motion. The tumbling of her pony sized gut joined by frantic kicks and strokes by the foals within.

“Eddie, I feel so full. Like I am going to…” she grunted from another hard push of her belly expanding in every direction at once. “...going to explode!” she managed to finish.

There was an immediate yelp of WHAT from several ponies around the restaurant. Some ran for cover while others could only stare in terror or disbelief. Even Eddie was left stunned.

Her belly continued to growl and moan, limping up twice more until it looked capable of swallowing even the mass of Saunter or the chiseled flesh of Eddie. Then it contracted, fighting to force the swelling down. Once in an audible shudder, twice the muscles flexed under her wombs skin, tightening a noose around the force inside her thrice and then…

Zecora felt something rising inside her, something looking for a way out. Her eyes went wide moments before her mouth opened wide and out from her lips burst a massive, “BWAAAARP!!!” The windows rattled, but were too quiet to be heard over the cantankerous release. Nothing like it heard by anyone since that Ursa Minor roared into town all those years ago. The intense belch lasted at least a good ten seconds before it tapered off and the blushing cheeks of Zecora were finally allowed to close. Leaving the restaurant in shocked silence, and filled with a smelly cocktail of various brands of brunchy foods.

At least half of Eddie’s hairs were standing on end before he spoke. “Is that… are you okay, Zecora?”

Zecora gave her thankfully back to ‘normal’-sized tummy a little pat that elicited a minor glurp from its depths. “I think so…” Her gut then grumbled rather loudly as she looked over her shoulder at the nearly decimated buffet. “...maybe one more plate before we leave?”

Eddie smiled and trotted off to fill her plate once more while other ponies came from their hiding spots or angrily tossed won bits back at their bookees.

The last of their stay at Rosa's was thankfully uneventful. They all chatted peacefully before the now slumbering womb. When all was said and done Zecora made a move to stand, and found herself floundering to do so. It took Eddie with the help of Saunter to heave ho her back to her hooves. An air of dignity returned to Zecora as was no longer stuffing her gullet. She thanked them both and made her way toward the exit, her tremendous girth of twin overstuffed cider barrels bobbing and swaying with every step. If one looked closely, the tautness of her gut was apparent thanks to the reddish tinge to its crest, and small collection of veins here and there.

The three stallions who joined her followed in kind. However Eddie was stopped by none other than the owner of the restaurant herself, Rosa. An earth pony with a culinary hot plate filled with mac and cheese on her flank.

“Now i’m a fair pony, i like to think, but some things need to be said.” She looked over her shoulder at the utterly decrepit state of her buffets, “if you bring her back here I must insist her bill to be a little… steeper next time. I’m sorry but I can't afford to get my restaurant utterly destroyed on a regular basis. Luckily her hunger stopped before I had to get the second wave of food out before lunch but well… some ponies are going to have to wait now because of what she did.”

Eddie followed her eyes to the Door. A group of perspective buffet goers having to stand aside to let Zecora squeeze her way out the double doors, her belly that once cleared it by inches now tightly hugged on both sides. The fact that she had widened merely… excited Eddie, somewhere deep deep down… in his loins. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“I understand, sorry we didn’t mean to-”

She put a hoof up, “Don’t mention it, always made the business to get ponies happy and fed, and looks to me like she needed a mighty big feeding for her and your foals. Assuming those are your foals in there.”

Eddie blushed and rubbed the back of his head, “Yep, hehe, all uh mine.” Why did saying that fill him with a sense of pride, while also giving him a longing for Zecora’s-

“Yo Eddie, gonna pay your half the tab?” Flaunter called from the cash register up front.

He quickly said a polite farewell to Rosa and went to Flaunter’s side. While he fished his bit purse out of his saddlebags he could feel Flaunter’s eyes on him. It was making him feel a tad uneasy, then Flaunter spoke.

“Hey Eddie, you told us Zecora got pregnant because of some kinda life magic stuff… are we sure it didn’t affect you as well?”

Eddie felt a rush of fearful heat wash over him, “what makes you say that?” he said as he finally realized there was too much muscle under his skin.

Flaunter sighed, “nothing, but promise me, if something happens just… tell somepony before you get in trouble okay?”

Eddie didn’t look him in the eye, but he did his best to say something heartfelt, “I promise Flaunter, but please don’t tell anyone just yet. Okay?”

The mauve unicorn gave his zebra friend a little bump shoulder to shoulder, “Okay.”

After the bills were paid and the group met up again outside of Rosa’s a plan was formed. Saunter wanted to walk off his meal, and Flaunter wanted to see about some shopping. So they offered to do the forgotten grocery run for Eddie and Zecora, which was happily agreed to as Zecora wished to rest. She claimed to not yet be used to all the foal weight, yet she didn’t show any sign of fatigue. At any rate the group split up, with Eddie having given the rest of his bits to Flaunter to help pay for anything extra deemed necessary to keep his lover fed.

The lazy trot home was thankfully uneventful. Which gave plenty of time for thought. Thoughts that Eddie did his best to tamp down by not trotting behind the luscious rump of his lover. However the distance he had to stay away from her after a few lessons in her wider personal space thumped against his body he found himself still thinking of her in ludicrous ways. Most of them involving himself toppling her over and using her massive womb to steady himself while he plowed her-

"Eddie?"

Her word snapped him out of it, "y-yeah?"

"Have you been experiencing anything strange since last night?" Her eyes flicked over him, mainly to look up at the stallion she used to look in the eye.

His snout scrunched slightly as he about tripped over one of his hooves, "no, t-thank heavens no. I'm a-okay, no weird growth problem, none at all."

Suddenly there was weight being shoved against him and before he knew it his body was pinned against a wall by Zecora's considerable heft.

She spoke, slowly, her eyes trailing over him, "I'm not blind my love. I knew you were acting strange last night at the hospital, but at Rosa's I was sure of it. When I noticed my favorite little plot was becoming, chiseled. Now I am curious as to what else has gotten… larger."

Eddie felt his under veil grow tighter. He had to look away from her deep blue hungry eyes lest he fall further into the thoughts they conveyed. "You're not worried?"

"Do I sound worried?" In all honesty he thought she sounded hungry, she continued, "please tell me Eddie, can you get any… bigger?"

That word seemed to crawl into his skin, play with his mind. Thought of the supply closet entered his head and before he knew it the hide pulled taut over knots of muscle started to stretch, his limbs popping, chest barreling wider, bulged seams of his under veil snapping. He couldn't help but start to pant and hope this private little side street remained that way.

When his growth beleaguered mind returned to the world he had to fight not to feel dizzy. He was taller now, taller than Saunter, and probably twice as 'equipped'. Not only that but everything felt bulkier yet lighter than before.

"Oh yes," he looked at her, down at her, "momma likes." She placed her head against his chest, which hammered like a massive piston, and rubbed her face against the tight shifting muscles.

The contact was, nice. To feel his immense body be touched by her was filling him with a certain need. The fact that he was probably the biggest equine in town now wasn't helping matters. He always had a few slaps here and there about being bulkier than Saunter, even bulkier than that one red farmhand at the apple orchard on the edge of town. Not to mention the heft between his legs that felt like he could 'outrank them' at half mast. Speaking of that he had to say something before the creaking of his under veil got any louder.

"Zecora we-" he stopped for a second, his voice that rumbled deep in his throat so full of power compared to his lesser self stunning him for a moment, "we can't do this here. Some pony might see us," and hear us. A primal part of his brain said with a hot snort of his nostrils. "The apartment is only a few blocks away if we hurry-"

"-we might make it before your cock decimates your poor under veil?" She finished with slow movement of her head under his body, moments later Eddie let out a whine as her snout nuzzled his aching loins and another seam popped loose.

"Please." All he managed to say in return.

Zecora smiled, "alright, but you're taking the front, I want to enjoy my view."

Eddie barely registered what was said, he merely bolted into a fast trot while Zecora did her best to follow behind. Her eyes watching the muscles and plumpness of his plot flexing and pumping with every stride.

"I wonder how big he can get." She muttered under her breath.

()()()()()

The door was thrown open, the hinges screaming as the handle careened into the wall. Then the doorframe meant for a draft stallion shuddered as a forehead smashed into the tip top of the frame.

"Ah!" Eddie said, more out of surprise than pain which there seemed to be none at all as he gazed upon the crack formed in the thick wooden doorframe. Then he shuddered and gasped, "I'm going, I'm going." The word leaving him as the tingle still tickled his balls. Three times between where they were and home she had nuzzled him. Each time because he stopped at seeing how big he had become.

When he entered his home fully he immediately started to almost tumble and fall. Everything felt so much smaller, the ceiling lower, walking spaces tighter as he knocked over an end table.

"It feels so odd doesn't it?" Zecora said to him as she grunted and managed to barely squeeze herself through the entrance, "how the world around you doesn't 'fit' like is used to. How it must change to accommodate you now."

He had turned to face her, slowly backing away knocking over knick knacks until his plot went thud against the far wall.

"There's only one problem though," she continued as she closed the gap between them, "nopony is allowed to be bigger than me."

She launched her front half up with all her might. In one smooth motion she wrapped her front legs around Eddie's trunk of a neck, letting her womb dangle in the air, and planted a long kiss on his lips.

Eddie… started to kiss her back. Mashing lips, tasting tounges, feeling the electricity and heat rise between the two of them. Their kiss ended for one hot moment as he whispered to her, "then I will make you bigger."

"You better," she interrupted herself to give him another peck, then a nip on his neck, "now get on the bed, I want to see how big you really are."

It took little in the way of encouragement to get Eddie going. The doorway to his room was almost bucked off the hinges from the force of his shoulder ramming into it. He crammed himself through, and when his toned plot got stuck he felt her teeth pulling his under veil down low. Just enough to let his seed makers show themselves. A long low grunt escaping him as her nose pressed against them and her hot breath washed over the tight skin.

He let loose his strength without realizing it and cracked the doorframe clear out of the wall. The poor wooden effigy hanging onto his plot like a yoke.

"Oops, didn't mean to-" he stopped as he looked behind himself and saw Zecora fanning herself with a free hoof, then he got a stupid idea, but the testosterone in his head bade him onward. With a smarmy sneer he grunted and flexed his hindquarters. His muscles bulged and with a long creak of resistance that led into a loud snap of the doorframe popping off into two neat halves. His apparent strength giving a prideful swell to his ego as he flexed his barreled chest.

Zecora's body was hot with a need. She headbutted his rump and bade him onward, "enough of this bravado, momma wants her meat!"

Eddie was quickly pushed toward the bed until he was told to sit against the headboard and splay his back legs open wide. His underveil was already completely undone, tossed to shreds somewhere on the floor it no longer mattered in the slightest. What was on display would have ripped it apart three times over. A shaft that sprouted all the way up to Eddie’s snout with the tip giving his nose a little boop in time with his racing heart, with a pair of balls at the base that could double as an industrial canister of milk each.

All this show did was spur Zecora onward. She waddled her way onto the bed and planted herself before his pillar. Her snout burying itself between his balls and giving them a sniff and gentle kiss. Then another kiss, and another. Each one sending a pleasured jolt through him as her snout climbed as high as it could. Her need made her whine as she could only reach the medial ring halfway up.

“I want it Eddie, I want it in me.”

He frowned slightly, “Z-Zecora I don’t think it would fit.”

“Then you will make it fit!” She said in a stern tone.

He watched in disbelief as she started to try and turn around, “But… it can’t possibly be safe!”

“Eddie, today i ate and ate and ate until I cleaned out a whole buffet. A regular pony would at best be in coma yet here I am having eaten all of that and still i feel so breathtakingly empty.” She huffed a few times, the heat apparent on her face as Eddie got a good look now at her aching sex, “Please Eddie, I am so empty right now it almost hurts. I want you inside me, I need you inside me.”

Eddie couldn’t exactly argue with her logic. In fact he wasn’t sure why he brought it up in the first place, perhaps his desire to not escalate things. Who was he to think so anyway, he had so many knots of muscle bundled up inside of him at the moment he felt about ready to explode, and here was a willing mare ready to take that explosion straight to her foal factory.

He got off his plot and leveled out his spear. He didn’t mount her so much as just enveloped her under him slowly as he neared her entrance. With a careful prod he grinded his tip against her marehood. Apparently that was all it took to elicit a long moan out of her as he felt marecum ooze out of her and smear all over his flare.

“I hope you can last longer than that if you really wanna fill that emptiness dear.”

She huffed twice and bluntly replied, “Just shut up and stick it in you Gwar’la Temptata.”

Eddie chuckled, he didn’t know what that was but he heard her use it to describe a certain bullheaded pony she met one day that had set her off for the rest of the evening. “Dial it back or you might not get your treat tonight.”

He gently shifted and ground his hips into her. The sound of his tip shlicking against her entrance filled the room as Zecora tried to hold in a rolling moan that turned into an animal shout. More and more marecum gushing out of her until it started to ooze down his shaft and dribble onto the bed. Now was the time. With one of his forelegs wrapped around her frontside he grunted as he thrust against her with a ginger amount of force.

“Harder!” She demanded.

It took little to provoke him. The urge to seed his foal carrying wife was oddly strong within him. He pushed his rod forward while gripping down intensely on his marefriend to keep her steady. Nothing, but it didn’t stop him. Again and again he kept up the rhythm while Zecora was a mess of noises. Then all at once he angled his whole body forward while practically trying to push Zecora onto his dick.

SCHL-POP!

The sensation of his tip being enveloped in tight mareflesh was enough to now make Eddie moan like a whore, but he didn’t receive a moments reprieve. Her marehood winking and pulling on him the moment it was inside as Zecora shouted “Yes! Yes! More!” over and over again. He provided little resistance to her wishes. Doing his best to pump and thrust without getting too energetic, not wanting to harm her or the foals, but it seemed the more he held back the louder she would scream, “Harder, harder!”

So indeed he did as she commanded. Eventually going at such a hard rhythm that the entire bed was creaking and swaying, the headboard even smacking against the wall in time with the creaks. All this and he was barely a third of the way inside her. How much was she going to take, how much of this until her body was fulfilled. He had an inkling, a feeling swelling deep in his groin, that he knew what she wanted him to do. That feeling slowly crawling through his skin until it hit his brain.

When it finally collided with his conscious mind something in him snapped. He stopped trying to be careful with her, let go on her, planted his hooves on that bed that he didn’t care one single cent about and he started to FUCK his love. The bed went from creaking to screaming as the headboard was starting to put a dent into the wall. His hips slammed forward with such gusto he could feel her quiver from the force, but instead of shouts of fear or whimpers of pain Zecora was screaming. Animal noises that made no sense to anyone save Eddie in that heated moment. Her cries a primal pleasure to his very flesh as he rutted her raw, harder and harder as that need building in his groin was starting to gain in pressure very very quickly.

Even in that heated moment, thrusting into her like he was trying to break her in half, some semblance of a civilized Eddie peeked through, “Zecora, I’m gonna- oh great gods I’m gonna-a-A-AGH!”

“Fill me Eddie! Fill me up until I can’t move!”

Her words were the final crack in the dam. He thrust forward and didn’t pull back. His dick burying itself into her almost to the medial ring before it slammed against a muscular barricade deep in her cunt. His tip poised right at the edge, ready to blast the doors off and straight into her womb.

First he felt his balls clench, slam up into his groin. Then the building explosion started to barrel down his dick, the further along it went the less control he had over his muscles as they spasmed and pushed it along harder and faster. The wad visible within his dick charging forward, unyielding, unheeding to the lesser size of his partner. With one final yell he stopped trying to protect her from his love, he flexed every muscle in his body and launched his wad into her. Feeling his entire dick convulse and twitch as her body engorged itself on his cum. Again and again, every wad he splurted into her was seemingly absorbed into her doorway cramming girth, not a drop spilling out of her.

It was like his very strength, his essence, was flowing into her. Again and again making his toned legs quiver and quake more and more. After a point, when the last wad was pumped into her, his legs failed him and he slowly collapsed on top of her. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact she seemed to not be minding anything at all. Eddie looked at her, still tense and trembling despite everything that had just happened.

“Zecora?” He said with a heavy breath.

“So many.” She said between a visible tension in her girth, a guttural sound emanating from it as it lurched inward and outward, breathing, “So many butterflies!”

Her eyes opened and they were gleaming silver orbs of light, “I need to grow for them, grow for my babies!”

Still buried in her Eddie felt her body grow warm, then warmer still. Her belly became a tumultuous engine of noise and flexing as Zecora squeezed her eyes shut like she was somewhere between meditation and masturbation. Her womb acting up between every clench, the kicks getting stronger and more fervent with every pull. Then suddenly, she swelled.

Her girth that could almost jammed itself in the double doors of Rosa’s doorway pushed outwards to almost span the width of the bed. In that moment of utter disbelief Eddie felt her cunt pull in more of his cock. Taking him a few moments to realize that Zecora herself was getting bigger as well. Slowly he was rising on top of a bed made of his love’s own body and womb. The belly filled with life stretching all the way to the edges of the bed and not stopping. All while her hips connected with his groin, thick heavenly soft plot to match her engorging form brushing the inside of his thighs. Now locked atop her she still continued to rise, her womb growing and swelling until it almost absorbed the entire mattress beneath its glorious rise. Just when Eddie felt his back hit the low ceiling of his apartment was he grateful that it had stopped before he was squashed before her unceasing advance.

There was a great creaking after the massive growth spurt. One that made Eddie utter a small ‘oh crap’, right before the legs of the bed finally gave out and dropped the two zebras a handful of inches into the ground. The landing doing little more than make the womb jiggle and shake enough to upset its occupants into a visually striking display of many limbs tossing and turning within their mother.

It was enough to make Zecora’s eyes flutter open, when she gazed down upon herself all that came out of her was a little, “Oh.”

Eddie, still weary but not without his own voice to the matter, spoke up, “Oh? Zecora you just doubled in size, you can now lay on your gut to rest whenever you want, and all you got is oh?”

She barely seemed to register him as she looked over herself, “A little more than I expected, but it is as I thought it might be.”

“Expected? Wait, are you telling me you knew this was going to happen?”

Now she finally seemed to register his presence, “Eddie? Sorry my mind was wandering. Yes, I knew, or it would be more accurate to say I guessed this might happen.”

Had he the energy he might have stormed off for the moment, but as he was he just lay there on top of her as he huffed out a, “How in the world do you guess this is going to happen?”

She looked at him, her jewelry barely fitting her neck and ear, “How do you guess that you are to grow? Look at you Eddie, and look at me, we have… evened one another out.”

He did take a moment to gather himself and look at themselves. Two zebras, probably bulky enough to push Celestia herself aside and rule in her stead. Silly thoughts to be sure but that was what he felt like saying to himself at the moment.

“Okay fine, but does this mean you know what causes-” Then it hit him, “Oh sweet Celestia its whenever we have sex isn’t it?”

“What gave you that idea?” She said with a snarky smile.

He visibly shuddered under his muscled skin, “Alright, so we tell Twilight and the Doc and they can figure out why-”

“No.”

Eddie blinked a few times, “What?”

Zecora pulled into herself, closing her eyes before speaking, “Eddie, what is the first thing they will do when they find out we are causing each other to grow.”

His ears flattened against his head, “They’ll separate us.”

“And if our condition is permanent, if there is no way to reverse it.”

“Zecora you can’t be sure of that, Twilight is the princess of Friendship she wouldn’t-”

“She is also the crown princess of Equestria when Celestia and Luna retire the throne. The safety of her own country demands she take every measure necessary.”

“And we should just, what, endanger everypony because we’re in love?”

“No!”

“Then what Zecora!”

“Time!” SHe huffed once or twice, “Time… all i want is time. Time to figure this out, time to explore some ideas, and time...” She looked at him, her eyes watery, “with you.”

Eddie softened immediately, “Zecora” he leaned forward and wrapped his front hooves around what of her neck and head he could reach.

“I have these dreams Eddie, where i see them. The foals growing in my womb I see them frolicing in a field and we’re watching over them on a hill. I want us to be that i just don’t know how we get from here to there.”

“What do you want Zecora, just tell me and I'll make it happen.”

“Like i said, Time. I-if i get too big or things get to dangerous then please, tell them, but before then please.” She rubbed her face up against his, “don’t leave my side.”

“I promise.” He tightened his grip around her, and neither of them noticed the gem on his necklace flash twice.

“Now, is there any way for you to… shrink? We can simply tell them that I grew after I ate all that food but if you are like this...”

Eddie shrugged to her initial question, “It just sorta… happens after I, well with what we just did. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be like this. But what about you. Do you… shrink?”

She thought for a moment, “I think if I did it would have happened a while ago.”

He waited for her to say something else, but instead found a pregnant pause in the air punctuated by her looking at her womb and rubbing at it idly.

“So do you know how many we have now?”

“Eight. Before you ask, no, I don’t know how I know, but its eight.”

There was another pause, but Eddie felt the emotional rush of their conversation waning as the weariness reared its ugly head, “You uh… up for a nap?”

She nodded and shuffled herself slightly under him.

Eddie just looked down at her, even in his bigger form his legs would still be a few inches off the ground if he stretched out, “Never thought I'd get to use my marefriend as a bed before. Heh.”

The thought made her smile, “I would dare to guess that our futures will hold many ‘never thoughts’.”

He smiled in return and gave his zeeb a kiss on the cheek, “sweet dreams Zecora.”

She gave him an eskimo kiss in return, “Goodnight Eddie.”

Then just like that, the two giants drifted off to sleep atop one another, as their burgeoning progeny kicked and prodded the afternoon away.

End of Chapter 3