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2) Apple Bloom Sprouts Up

The Apple clan could be described in many ways: hardy, proud, determined. But perhaps the most salient of all was, bountiful. The newest generation of Apples certainly fell into such a mold. Big Mac, standing 6 and a half feet tall, was a wall of muscle broader than most doors, even in the roomy Apple house. Yet Applejack towered even higher, just a foot short of their home’s 8 foot ceilings. The eldest Apple sister was brimming with toned muscles, sporting breasts and buttocks as firm as they were shapely. But the long shadow of Applejack’s extensive frame fell darkly on Apple Bloom. The smallest Apple in living memory, Apple Bloom stood a measly 5’, flat as a board, and with only thin, wiry muscles with which to manage her chores. She felt like a scraggly weed in an orchard of mighty apple wood.

But above jealousy, disappointment, or even feeling like a freak, Apple Bloom resented her size most for what it did to her love life. She was in love, and truly convinced of that, but she could never accept that her coltfriend, Rumble, didn’t mind her body. She’d caught him resisting glances at her more eye-catching sister, but hardly blamed him in the end. What really bothered her was her failure to fit Rumble’s monster of a horse-cock, leading to the supposedly ‘adult’ relationship they now shared, based entirely on hand and oral sex. Apple Bloom felt her stature hadn’t just deprived her of her heritage, it had taken her marehood, too.

Though her shortcomings pained her, Apple Bloom could always commiserate with her equally runty comrades in the CMC. That was, until Sweetie Belle had jeopardized even this comfort. Recently, Sweetie had emerged from her sister’s boutique with such unbelievably engorged breasts and ass that it set the town ablaze with gossip. No one could believe the formerly petite mare had grown so much so quickly, and Apple Bloom herself was a chief skeptic. This gulf of suspicion hadn’t been easy on her friendship with Sweetie Belle, and the incident last week had nearly sapped Apple Bloom’s will to keep trying.

Apple Bloom had been on a stroll through Ponyville that quiet summer evening, when she thought she heard Sweetie Belle’s distinctive, high-pitched tones down a side alley. Apple Bloom had followed the noise to the very end of the narrow corridor, where she had finally found her friend. Pressed against the back wall of a shop, Sweetie stood with shirt unbuttoned and what appeared to be Diamond Tiara’s head fully enveloped in Sweetie’s gargantuan mammaries. Apple Bloom was lucky that the soft cooing of the amorous mares covered her shocked gasp and hasty retreat. The whole incident had shaken her to her core. Apple Bloom had never found much interest in mares, unlike Sweetie or Scootaloo, but after stumbling on that erotic scene, hearing the ardent gasps, seeing the soft, flushed breasts of her barely recognizable childhood friend, even Apple Bloom had felt…tantalized.

Although the awkward encounter had been disturbing, it had also granted Apple Bloom a peculiar sense of clarity. If Sweetie Belle could unlock her Belle family figure with such overwhelming gusto, then surely Apple Bloom could find her Apple family roots buried somewhere within her. This thought had lead Apple Bloom to Zecora’s hut and the zebra’s extensive collection of old potion recipes. It had been awkward dodging Zecora’s friendly curiosity, but Apple Bloom managed to find a promising formula without arousing too much suspicion…she hoped. Apple Bloom had spent the past week collecting ingredients for the brew, and at last, everything was ready. She had set down careful preparations for this, the big day.

It was a warm, lazy, Sunday afternoon, and Apple Bloom had already completed her relatively few chores. She now sat alone in her bedroom, rolling a vile of the completed concoction back and forth in a clammy palm. She still wore her lose fitting work jeans, baggy on her skinny legs. Her button up shirt was a dull orange, with plaid striping of yellow and red. The short sleeves ended in holes twice the size of her wiry arms. Like most days, she didn’t even bother with a bra, wearing only a thin white undershirt that came down to the top of her faintly defined abdominals. The clothes were all new, a break from the normal Apple custom of excessive hand-me-downs. The size gap between the two sisters of the current Apple clan had made this breach necessary. Hopefully, the potion in Apple Bloom’s hand would soon set everything right.

This thought thrilled her, and seizing the momentary swell of resolve, she chugged the draught in two hasty gulps. The thick liquid burned on the way down, seeming to radiate heat from where it came to rest at her core. Waves of narcotic pleasure cascaded across her skin. She stood, restless with the energy of her now racing heart, and she began to break a fresh sweat. As she paced slowly toward the center of her room, the fire in her stomach intensified nearly to the point of pain, bringing her arms lurching to her abdomen as she leaned over, eyes crushed tight against the overpowering sensation. The heat and tightness roiling in her stomach slowly crept outward to every inch of her body. Her breathing accelerated to a raged pant as her body began to pop and groan with the clenching of her every muscle.

Then Apple Bloom felt something she had never experienced before, but a sensation she had often fantasized. Every limb seemed to be lengthening, bones and sinew pulling and stretching just at the threshold of notice. Her skin was pulling tighter against her taught musculature. Peeling open her clenched eyes, she saw her straining biceps and forearms thickening with an almost imperceptible slowness. She could feel her hips pressing outward, her legs and ass thickening with layers of muscle and traces of fat. Her nipples became twin points of unrelenting fire as she felt the skin on her chest stretch and engorge. The sound of cracking from her spine terrified her as she began to have second thoughts about this potion. She could feel her torso pressing upward with a persistent and uncomfortable pressure, the creases of her tucked shirt straightening with her growing height.

Apple Bloom’s once baggy jeans now offered a snug and proper fit, although they pressed with some discomfort into her gently curving hips. The ends of her jeans had migrated up her ankles to reveal several inches of newly extended legs. Her formerly baggy shirt now sat taught between her shoulders and its tucked hem as she pulled back to her full height, growing used to the heat and tension of the potion’s influence. Her stretching frame now reached an extra four inches above the floor, and Apple Bloom could sense a difference in how her perspective on a familiar room had shifted.

Apple Bloom bit her lip with titillation, feeling the unexpected but familiar warmth of arousal ignite in her crotch, in addition to the flaming sensation of the elixir. She shifted her arms away from her enkindled stomach to clasp both hands firmly onto her hips, feeling their steady outward progress. Her biceps flexed and relaxed, deflating less and less with each tight surge. Her shirt was pulling out from her jeans in jerking fits as it slid from her over-taxed waistband, itself groaning from the strain. She could feel the seat of her jeans cradling and compressing her buttocks, each ass cheek pressing the apple-shaped back pockets into round, pert facsimiles of the fruit. Erect nipples pushed with a tantalizing subtlety into the fabric of her shirt as her once flat chest swelled past B-cup and pressed ever more firmly against her now crowded shirt.

Rippling muscles seemed to pour over Apple Bloom’s back and shoulders like a sinuous wave, causing her to grunt through labored breaths. Her shirt hem finally popped free from her jeans to reveal a thin strip of taught, yellow flesh. Her breasts, continuing to thrust forward atop thickening pectorals, began to strain her shirt, opening tiny ellipses of space between each pair of buttons. Simultaneously, the single button on her jeans gave a loud crack as it violently snapped apart. Apple Bloom unconsciously thrust her hips forward, chasing the receding tightness of the jeans with her eager crotch. The zipper of the pants began to slide open with the dual pressures of her thrusting hips and expanding flesh. The burst crotch of the garment exposed a toned triangle of damp, yellow skin which pointed down to her burning sex, hidden within a pair of off-white panties crisscrossed with red and green stripes.

Apple Bloom looked down on her growing, muscular body from her new perch of five feet and nine inches, finding herself increasingly filled with the contrasting emotions of satisfaction and a desire for more. But most pressingly, she was filled with a restless energy as her heart hammered boiling blood throughout her developing body. She moved her hands up from her hips to slide along the perspiration slicked midriff exposed by her receding shirt, feeling there the two engorging hunks that were her lower abdominals. The delicate pressure of her hands on her tightening skin sent bolts of vivacious tingling careening across her awareness, almost addictive in their pleasurable response.

Emboldened by this effect, Apple Bloom moved a hand up her cobbled obliques to grab an exploratory fistful of enlarging tit. She felt the perky globe of flesh press firmly back into her palm as her breasts exceeded even a C-cup. Her nipple became a torrid lance of sensation shooting straight into her core as her hand closed over the turgid nub. With a terse snap, a button burst away from its perch over her crowded bosom. Meanwhile, her other hand slid with slow trepidation down the triangle of her increasingly exposed crotch. She allowed only a thumb to drag lightly across the exposed surface of her panties, but even this faint sensation sent near orgasmic palpitations up her vaginal muscles. As her palm slid over the thigh of her overtaxed jeans, she found the fabric beginning to rupture in growing horizontal tears, exposing bulges of supple, saffron flesh. Apple Bloom grunted against the strain as multiple gaps began to burst into the side seams of her jeans, more yellow skin emerging from beneath the tight blue denim.

With another snap, the overloaded strap securing pants to tail burst behind her back. Instinctively, both hands shot to her rear to catch the unshackled fabric, but her palms collided with stationary denim. The great, firm orbs of her growing buttocks overflowed the seat of her jeans, mounding out of the waistband in two quivering humps, but even just the bottom halves of the gargantuan cheeks left the jeans plastered to her skin with tension. Feeling eddies of mounting pleasure where her fingers passed delicately over the taught skin of her bountiful booty, Apple Bloom succumbed to a torrent of intoxicating sensation. One arm stretching straight down her back, the other clutching at the elbow of the first with tightening fingers, her shoulders pulled backward with a fresh spasm of growth. Her spine elongated with sounds of strain and creaking, while more and more beefy midriff was pulled from beneath her struggling shirt. In a sudden cascade of popping buttons, the front of her shirt ruptured to reveal her chiseled abs and her thin undershirt, now struggling to contain D-cup breasts. Biceps and triceps bulged outward simultaneously, the massive tubes of muscle eliciting tearing sounds from her previously roomy sleeves. As the crown of her head glided up to 6 foot 3, Apple Bloom sensed a slowing of her rocketing growth, but could still discern the warm sensation of the magic draught roiling beneath the surface.

Bringing her hands back to her ample glutes, she flexed the tremendously developed muscles, caressing the thick, bulging lobes as she heard her jeans creak pathetically under the additional stress. The tightness also pulled on a nub of denim along the seam beneath Apple Bloom’s ruined zipper, forcing the dense fabric against the hood of her throbbing clit. Holding her ass tight to retain the pressure, she began to pulsate her abs, bringing small waves of erogenous motion to her burning groin. Looking down, she marveled at the sensuous movements of her toned stomach. Sharply defined slabs of abdominal meat undulated in slow, glistening waves as beads of sweat slid down the golden skin. In addition to her sweat, Apple Bloom could feel a growing wetness in her panties, the stimulation of her clit sending out ripples of escalating arousal. Remembering the erotic fire her nipples had released before, Apple Bloom eyed the fattened curve of her chest, reaching up toward white fabric rendered sheer against her perspiration slicked breasts. Lightly grazing the protruding tip of a bloated nipple, her hips pressed forward unconsciously. Without warning, she was overcome with a crashing sensation of unparalleled intensity.

Apple Bloom’s elbows came crashing to her side, forearms spread out parallel to the floor, bulging and straining as the limbs pushed visibly outward, lengthening by the second. Her hips remained locked forward, head bent over as she lost herself in the euphoria. She let out low, throaty grunts as she shot upward, back surging and quivering as it stretched inch after inch. Her jeans exploded into tatters that collapsed in a heap at her feet, while her sleeves popped violently, allowing her shirt to fall uselessly behind her. Quivering muscles stood out on every limb as her hips and head rolled backward with a nearly orgasmic spasm. Her arms pressed tightly against her firm breasts and body as she slid them upward, under the compulsion of her tightening shoulder muscles. At the apex, she let out a small coo of surprise. Her palms collided with wooden boards as she reached the ceiling.

Apple Bloom straightened to her full height, palms pressing firmly into the 8 foot ceiling, and her elbows slowly bending as her body continued to stretch higher and higher. Her panties let out a sharp snap as their band split apart over her right hip, leaving the remaining tatters clinging to her bulging left thigh. At the same time, one side of her overloaded undershirt burst open, flinging aside to leave one firm, glistening, E-cup breast completely exposed. Apple Bloom’s every fiber was in a frenzy as heat, pressure, and a mounting sense of mind-numbing pleasure tore through her like a storm. With a final surge, she soared the remaining inches to 7’ even, and the tension all over her body released with a torrent of bliss. Apple Bloom dropped one hand behind her head and squeezed a fistful of red hair with trembling fingers as she let out a booming, lascivious moan. Her other hand began to migrate down her body, palm sliding along hard, protruding muscles with additional sensations of tingling satisfaction emanating from each contact. Her questing hand finally curled around the remains of her panties as she renewed her vocalized ecstasy, belting a crescendo of salacious oh’s as her unrelenting orgasm pulsed on and on.

After seconds which felt like hours, Apple Bloom finally came down from the heights of her euphoria, and she felt dazed by the onrush of satisfied fatigue. She managed to stumble to her bed, crashing down on it with a noise that likely reverberated through much of the house, but she was too distracted to care about discretion. Apple Bloom brimmed with delight as she stared down at her transformed body, focusing first on her engorged tits. Reaching up, she tore away the remains of her undershirt like tissue paper, shocked at the ease of it. Now disrobed, twin globes of yellow softness jutted out from her toned chest, each topped with a tawny areola and still turgid nipple. The firm, perky orbs were easily a match for AJ’s pair of double D’s. Apple Bloom smirked at the thought of finally borrowing a bra from her (formerly) bigger sister.

She grabbed her breasts with splayed fingers, luxuriating in the doughy tissue pressing between her digits. She tried to compress the expansive mounds to sneak a peek at her abs. A double trail of sharply distinguished slabs ran down her stomach toward a toned pubic mound, and the slightest flexing caused each slab to swell and protrude with mesmerizing volume. Apple Bloom wondered if her body was finally a match for her sister’s. And as she brought an arm up to shoulder level and gave her bicep a flex, the massive, vascular hunk of meat that erupted from atop her arm settled all of her doubts. Reaching down to her knees and sliding both hands up her strong, plump, and tremendously thick thighs, she knew this was a real Apple body. Discarding her panties with the same ease as her shirt, she moved on to fondling her stupendously developed rear, her splayed hands barely encompassing a quarter of each colossal cheek. Giving an exploratory slap, she reveled in the smooth ripples which she quickly dampened by flexing the gargantuan glutes. Surely this glorious ass would hold Rumble’s attention well away from AJ’s own famous posterior.

Thinking of her coltfriend made her blink in sudden recollection. The rest of her afternoon plans had nearly slipped her mind, and she shot a curious glance towards her bedroom window. As if on cue, Apple Bloom detected a faint tapping through the drawn curtains, the signal that Rumble had alighted outside for one of their secret rendezvous. She smiled wickedly as she anticipated sharing this new body with the unsuspecting pegasus. She quickly rose and strode to the window in two considerably elongated strides, opening the portal through the still drawn curtain, before reaching out suddenly to yank Rumble in by his shirt. Taking the stallion into a bear hug across her chest, Apple Bloom beamed down at her paramour, awaiting his reaction.

Surprise burst across Rumble’s face as he was still looking downward after his sudden capture. Noting his high perch, he began stammering in mild panic.

“Applejack! S-sorry for coming around like this. I was just looking for AB. And I-I know I shouldn’t be sneaking around an all b-but…” Glancing upward, Rumble recognized his mistake with only more confusion.

“Bloom…?” he whispered.

“Yah, it’s me, Rumble,” Apple Bloom offered in reassurance. “Can’t ya tell us Apples apart?” she added teasingly.

“But how?! You’re so…And I…What happened?” Rumble stammered, clearly flabbergasted. She cut him off with a sudden, giddy twirl, whipping his head backward with the speed.

“One of Zecora’s potions made a real Apple outta me,” she gushed with delight. Setting down the smaller stallion, she placed her hands on her hips and added seductively, “How do ya like it?” Unable to resist, she added a flex to her core and legs to enhance the display.

“You-you look amazing. Beautiful! Uh,” Rumble managed unsteadily. She interrupted by leaning down to meet him eye to eye and very nearly nose to nose.

“Doubt Ah’ll catch ya peeking at AJ now that you got all’o me, huh?” she teased, with one uplifted brow. Rumble looked down in embarrassment at the remark, but Apple Bloom reached out to drape her arms over his shoulders and added lovingly, “hey there, ah’m only teasin’. I know how ya feel about me. There’s just always been so much of my sister to catch everypony’s eye. Ah’m just glad to finally have the same. And Ah’m really glad to share it with you,” she finished with a sultry whisper.

With that final word, she reached down and ripped Rumble’s plain t-shirt up and over his head before returning her arms to his shoulders and planting a sensual kiss on his lips, humming with amorous intensity. Rumble’s misgivings seemed to melt away as his hands reach up to cradle her head and beefy shoulder. As the sensation of Rumble’s tongue danced across her own, Apple Bloom reached down to undo the stallion’s pants, ripping jeans and boxers over an obstructing bulge and straight to the floor. Pulling away, she looked down to see Rumble’s throbbing, ten inch stallionhood curving gently upward at its maximum inflation. The fat, black rod pulsed with thick veins that encircled its more than 2 inch diameter. Breaking out in a wry smile at the site of the familiar monster, Apple Bloomed purred,

“Guess our little friend likes the new me.” Dropping to her knees, she brought her face closer to the musty member, breathing in sharply at the sexual fragrance. “I should return the compliment,” she breathed through barely parted lips as she gently kissed the dark, vascular skin of Rumble’s length. But Rumble’s hands suddenly slipped beneath her chin, pointing her face gently toward his. His eyes locked on Apple Bloom’s, two lavender disks burning with ardent passion, as he began to speak,

“Bloom, wait. This new body of yours…It’s just such a fantasy of mine, and it’s come true so suddenly. I don’t think I can wait, Bloom. Please, let’s start with your turn.”

The simple and direct words struck Apple Bloom. “S-sure,” she whispered with mild surprise, an emotion which quickly turned to building excitement. Straightening her back, Apple Bloom remained on her knees as Rumble approached hastily and planted a voracious, open-mouthed kiss on her corded neck, sucking gently on the skin and sending a small tremor through the mountainous mare. Rumble slid down her neck and chest, tasting the dried sweat on her smooth skin and leaving a trail of fresh moistness down her body. At 5’ 10”, Rumble was starting to stoop to continue his downward journey, so Apple Bloom rose to her feet, presenting her breasts at a perfect level with Rumble’s zealous mouth. He began suckling a nipple with renewed gusto, bringing a hand up to tease the other breast. She seethed with an unusual amount of pleasure as he stimulated her hardening nipples. She returned her arms to his shoulders, reaching back to tousle the feathers of his wings just how he liked.

Unlatching from her teet with a wet pop, Rumble began squatting while migrating his hands sensuously down the small of her back and along her marbled side, planting more kisses on each tumid abdominal as he dropped, eliciting giggling coos and quivering spasms from Apple Bloom upon each tickling kiss. Finally, he stopped on his knees, both hands reaching back and overflowing with pliant ass-flesh. Apple Bloom was dripping with anticipation and, biting gently on one index finger, she thrust her other hand into Rumble’s dark mane to guide his eager mouth to her sopping sex. Rumble accepted her genitals tongue-first, in a gaping mouthful. Broad, wet strokes of her labia sent fresh ripples of pleasure through Apple Bloom. She was surprised at her own stamina, given her recent, world-shaking orgasm, but she was too distracted to dwell on this for long.

Rumble brought one hand around to her vulva to spread the moist lips with two fingers, allowing his tongue to stimulate deeper within her. As his questing licks finally reached her clitoris, Apple Bloom felt an enormous burst of heat and energy emanating out from that single point of sensual contact. But this was no ordinary sexual response. As if she had just been hurled from a cliff, Apple Bloom plummeted into ever mounting levels of excitement and heat. She realized with a hint of alarm that she had been thrown head-long into fresh throes of transformation!

“Ah! Rumble!” she called out, both in sexual peak and sudden concern. But despite her better judgement, she could not bring herself to stop what was coming, as both of her hands clasped firmly to Rumble’s head, pulling him solidly into her outthrust hips. This only encouraged Rumble to continue his work, and to accelerate. He pulsed his tongue to the erratic tempo that always excited her most, but which now filled her with an ever increasing measure of the potion’s fire.

Limbs lengthened with shocking speed, muscles tightened to maximum size and then started pushing outward, audibly stretching skin and sinew. As her sex began to inch away from Rumble, he threw both hands atop her massive, firm ass to keep pace with her ascending crotch. Barely able to process his unbelievable arousal at Apple Bloom’s explosive development, Rumble began to hum loudly, adding an irresistible layer of powerful vibrations to the flicking of his tongue. She screamed with the pleasure of it.

“Aaahnnng!” Rocketing upward a full inch every second, her head raced for the ceiling. Meaty biceps framed her ballooning breasts as her hands remained locked in Rumble’s mane. Arms nearly 8 inches from top to bottom pressed hard into the distorted globes of G-cup breasts as she continued to bellow hoarse and throaty moans of wild ecstasy. Her head collided with the ceiling just as Rumble encased her raw and screaming clit in his thrumming tongue, driving her hard over the edge.

“Cuuummmnninng!” she managed to slur, as her body continued to explode upward. She stooped her head forward just to stay standing upright. She could feel Rumble’s hands seeming to shrink as more flesh poured out beneath them. An orgasmic tsunami continued to rock Apple Bloom as her shoulders collided with the ceiling. Slamming both arms flat against the obstruction, she pressed against it in desperation to slow her uncontrollable and terrifying growth. Every inch of her expansive, shredded, curvaceous body quivered violently in the final pangs of her climax.

As the sensation finally passes into incomparable satisfaction, every fiber in her now 9 foot frame relaxed. Sensing the release, Rumble pulled back with a moistened muzzle and looked up, mouth agape, at the goddess towering before him. “Rumble…” she breathed, as she dropped forward to her knees, knocking him backward to the floor, leaving Apple Bloom straddling his now miniature lap. Leaning her whole body forward to rest on all fours, she loomed above Rumble and forced him to lie completely supine, her massive, H-cup tits delicately brushing his face.

Apple Bloom had completely lost herself in the afterglow of her mind-bending and body-changing afternoon. She rambled without any restraint.

“Oh Rumble, you’ve made me so big. Sooo big. Ooh! I can feel myself pressing into my own skin. It feel so good, sugar,” using her rare pet name for him. “I think I’m big enough for you now,” she rasped while locking eyes with him. She continued in the most positively pornographic tone Rumble had ever heard her take, “We don’t need turns. Cum with me, sugar. Cum…” Suddenly, she dropped her hips onto his pre-cum dripping cock, powerful vaginal contractions seizing him in immediate ecstasy. As they made love for the first time, Apple Bloom finally felt complete.