Limestone was roused from her slumber by a unpleasant sensation within her core. And something small - well, smaller than a person - was poking at her legs. Humming in confusion, she sent her hand up to brush away the latter, only for it to wind up... sticky.

Suddenly fully alert, Limestone's eyes shot open, and she snapped from her back to a seated position. As she did, black shapes, cawing mournfully, broke into the air from where they'd been perching near her privates. Crows had been pecking around her privates, likely attracted to the smell of—

An angry growl escaped Limestone before she could even finish the thought, her fist smashing wildflowers to bits with the force of a meteor. "Fuck!" That's what she'd forgotten: her god damn period. Gross vaginal blood trailed between her legs, clinging to her skin for a bit before slowly oozing off. Her grumpy outburst had scared the remaining avian scavengers off of her person, as well as sent the honest-to-god pack of wolves that had been drawn to the clearing by the heavy odor of blood in the air back into the forest.

"Yeah, you better run, you little bastards!" Limestone exclaimed. She didn't appreciate this time of the month any more than the average woman; that is, not at all. Now especially, it was going to suck even more, as she would be totally unable to do her job, lest she drip congealed mensural blood all over the rocks. They didn't sell tampons the size of canoes in the corner store, after all.

As Limestone's mood and expression soured to a degree that gave her an aura of palpable menace, enhanced by her imposing stature, the noise she'd made caused the other giantess sleeping in the meadow to stir before her usual awakening time.

Wallflower rolled onto her side, blearily rubbing her eyes. "Limestone? What's wrong?"

Limestone turned to the side, scowling as she gestured to her hips. "What do you think?"

Wallflower's eyes lowered, and she blanched. "Oh. Oh. That's... that sucks." Her own brow furrowed as she stood up, now also fully alert, and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Yeah, dealing with that later... won't be pretty."

"Understatement of the fucking century, sister," Limestone declared. Seriously, what the hell was she doing to do for the next week? Sit and talk to people? That'd work out great, what with her sour personality traits amped up.

"So, umm..." Wallflower began, shifting in place as she met Limestone's baleful gaze. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes. Breakfast. Hooray," Limestone uttered, stomping off towards camp.

Wallflower trailed after her. "Hey, wait! Careful!"

Limestone, however, barely heard her, too busy fuming. She yanked a tree from the dirt without missing a step, its roots breaking in a series of loud snaps. It was bad enough dealing with that time of the month under normal circumstances, now it was straight-up bullshit. Someone was going to make her some oversized tampons, cost be damned! And she'd threaten to flatten everything they owned if they didn't.

Her seething mood did not abate in the time it took to reach the camp. As usual, everybody else stopped what they were doing to greet her. Not so usual was Limestone's lack of reply as she surveyed them all, gnashing a bite of her tree. Wallflower caught up at about the same time they started to notice the blood, gasping in surprise or cringing in sympathy.

"She's, uh, on her period," Wallflower explained. "Sorry." That last bit was as much for Limestone as the others.

"They can see that. They're not stupid, unlike biology," Limestone said. Sighing, Limestone's gaze eventually settled on a truck sitting by the front gate. Micro Chips had apparently been speaking with the driver before she blitzed onto the scene like an enraged kaiju, cutting off their conversation. They stood by the rear door, which was already raised. "What's that?" she asked, forcefully.

"H-Hey, Limestone," Micro waved, meek in her looming presence. "It's your shipment of donuts, fresh from the factory! Remember?"

Limestone processed this, and realized this was, in fact, a good thing. Comfort food would help her get through this. Slightly. "Gimmie," she said, before unceremoniously tossing the tree she held away. It flew nearly half a mile before landing into the middle of the lake. Then, she swiped the entire sixteen-wheeler off the ground like it was nothing more than a tin can. The driver screamed for his vehicle as Limestone upturned the back end over her mouth, dumping the tasty payload directly into her mouth.

Micro stared up at Limestone as she gluttonously chewed the sweet and savory pastries. "You didn't even let us unbox them for you..."

Limestone paused in her eating, leveling a stone-cold glare his way, one which could have boiled lead. Micro gulped in terror before stuttering out a reply. "N-Never mind."

As Limestone continued devouring hundreds of donuts every second, Wallflower spoke up. "So, I'm thinking it would probably be best if you all pretend Limestone is me and give her some space. At least for a while."

Definitive sounds of agreement could be heard from all present, save the trucker, who cried out in dismay as the top of the trailer squished and dented in Limestone's grip. He wouldn't dare sue for damages, if he knew what was good for him. Still, Limestone did genuinely appreciate the donuts, so once she'd finished, not bothering to stifle a mighty belch, she set the mostly intact truck back down and apologized. "My bad."

Rendered speechless, he just stood there for a full minute before leaping into the driver's seat and flooring it.

Limestone sighed, settling to the ground with great annoyance and reluctance. Karma just had to make up for last week, didn't it?

Though she really, really wished she didn't have to, Limestone powered through the idle days. Such was life as a woman, and if there was one thing, or set of things, she didn't bother bitching about, it was circumstances totally beyond her control. However, she could correct for her own forgetfulness, which is what she immediately set about doing. Rather than tampons, which would have been harder to construct, Limestone and Wallflower commissioned some independent contractors to make them oversized protective pads. Well, okay, half coerced. Limestone hadn't been kidding herself earlier. But of course, by the time they'd finished the first batch, Limestone's period was already over. And she wouldn't have been able to use them, anyway, given she had no clothes to put them under.

Speaking of, at one point after school, Rarity and Applejack had arrived in the latter's pickup truck bearing gifts for Wallflower. Rarity had completed Wallflower's oversized garments, as requested. She'd made a basic, no frills bikini from an exceptionally thick, durable synthetic. Both the top and bottom were nearly larger than Camp Everfree's tents, and colored a nice shade of hazel that matched Wallflower's eyes. Needless to say, she was quite appreciative to finally have some modicum of modesty back. While Rarity was there, Limestone broached the necessity of her requiring her own eventual set, and the young fashionista agreed without a second thought, though Limestone did insist on at least covering the cost of the materials with her 'ill-gotten' gains.

Applejack, meanwhile, had decided to donate Sweet Apple Acres' old set of bottling equipment, which they used for cider. As she'd explained, they were overdue for an upgrade anyway, and only held out as long as they did for sentimental reasons. She'd heard the group's idea of selling Wallflower's breastmilk through the grapevine, and figured it was as good an excuse as any.

So, basically, fate had decided to bless Wallflower to an equal degree as it had cursed Limestone, temporarily. The others had tried their best to keep Limestone entertained (and clean, despite the protests of some), but she only had so much to talk about with everyone, and the well of conversation topics rapidly ran dry. With her sex drive on mute, too, there was little to do in the way of physical activity, either. Apart from continuing to help milk Wallflower's productive boobs, and frequently get her off in the process, she'd been horribly bored. Not even a visit from the rest of her family, including Pinkie, could fully counteract Limestone's period blues. Although, she admitted it was amusing watching her parents react to the words of her incredibly forward companions.

When the sanguine discharge from her insides finally subsided, returning Limestone's body and mind to normalcy, she quickly made up for lost time, throwing herself into her mining efforts with uncommon energy, born of inaction and a need to meet her responsibilities. Thus, Limestone spent an extra three hours working. By all rights, she should have been bone-tired afterwards. But instead, with her heart presently pounding from exertion, she felt great, and found herself itching for exercise of another kind. So, Limestone walked right up to Wallflower once she returned to camp, skipping the pleasantries with her other friends. Which was easy, given how she needed to squint just to make eye contact with literally anybody else.

Twilight had already left, and she found Wallflower wearing her new bikini along with a strange smile she'd never seen on the other giantess before. Not quite contentment, something similar but more. Lounging by the lake, she swayed this way and that, the breeze gently lapping at her hair.

"Hey, Wallflower," Limestone began, also all smiles. "You're looking good this evening. Dare I say, relaxed, even?"

Wallflower moved with careful deliberateness, clasping her hands. "Thanks for noticing. I am relaxed. And I don't even need the tea anymore!"

"Congratulations, then," Limestone said, meaning it completely despite her unpracticed-at-sincerity tone. "Any particular reason, or just more steady progress?"

Wallflower's grin widened a bit, and she hummed. "Well, that's part of it. I have been getting used to all this attention, slowly. Being big helps."

Limestone nodded. "Helps you feel in control, right?"

"And safe," she concurred. Suddenly, Wallflower's eyes gained a mischevious glint. "But that's not all. I've been... experimenting, today."

Limestone's brow rose. Both Wallflower's expression and that statement weren't her usual by any stretch. "How so?"

A muffled cry of "Down here!" was her reply, though it didn't come from Wallflower's lips. Rather, somewhere lower on her person. Confused, Limestone was rendered speechless when she finally noticed: between the fabric of her bikini and Wallflower's body, there were familiar four-limbed shapes. People, squished between the well-fitted garment and Wallflower's weighty assets. Limestone's thoughts bounced between a mix of 'wow, that's hot as hell' and 'when did Wallflower get so daring?', among others.

Wallflower just chuckled softly, tugging at one of her bikini straps playfully, pressing her captives deeper against her flesh. "I know, right? It was Terramar's idea, and I kinda just... went along with it. He's in there, along with First Folio, and Norman is by my vagina. All they've been able to do is squirm around a bit, and it feels nice. Knowing the power I have over them, over everyone…" Here, Wallflower shivered at her own thought. "I have nothing to fear. If anything, they should be worried."

Limestone let out a long whistle, glancing between Wallflower's contended smirk and the outlined shapes of the others. "Damn, girl. I didn't know you had it in you. How long have they been in there?"

"Oh, a few hours," Wallflower said, like it was no big deal. "Twilight had to try really hard to stay focused the whole time she was teaching, heh. So did I, really. The three of them have been working their little tongues for me."

Limestone didn't have to imagine what that felt like, the ever-so-slight pressure and wetness of miniature licks on her skin a fresh memory. The thought got her blood pumping, and she knelt down, cupping Wallflower's chin in her hand. "Bet you've had a hard time resisting the temptation to just give in, yeah?" she asked, in a stage whisper. "To just abandon all decency and start masturbating, press them deeper into you, use them as your playthings?"

Wallflower's own breathing quickened under Limestone's sultry gaze, cries of encouragement travelling up her skin from below where her captives rested. "I don't know how you do it," Wallflower eventually replied. "I really want to, but I'm afraid that once I started, passion taking over, I'd lose control of myself and hurt them."

"They know what they signed up for; they can take all you can give them," Limestone said, bringing her face closer to Wallflower's. She looked so different just with a change in how she carried herself, one all the more enticing to Limestone, her newfound boldness more beautifying than any amount of makeup. "Why not envelop them in your vast softness even more?"

At this, Wallflower's eyelids narrowed seductively. Seemed she was in fact running on the same wavelength; just what Limestone had been hoping to see. "I don't know, that's a tall order. Three people, two hands... I might need some help," Wallflower said.

"Well, I'd be more that happy to oblige." Limestone reached up with her other hand to massage Wallflower's shoulder. "But why stop at just three?"

Limestone looked down and to the side, Wallflower following. Below, the usual crowd had gathered, keeping quiet as to not interrupt the dialogue between their goddesses. They were already in the process of stripping down, some even bouncing in place with excitement, eager to be used for their pleasure.

"I suppose I'm ready for more," Wallflower declared. "Best get started before I have second thoughts, eh?"

Limestone concurred, replying in the form of a hand on Wallflower's waist, spinning her weaker counterpart around. Wallflower gasped as Limestone didn't hesitate, running her fingers up Wallflower's lengthy torso to her breasts, which she began to caress. Though covered by the smooth fabric of her bikini top, Limestone could feel the weighty, sensitive mounds she'd become quite familiar with of late, just begging to be kneaded. And yet, that wasn't all. Underneath her roving digits, she could also feel the heated forms of Terramar and First Folio, eager to be pressed and molded against Wallflower, jusdging by how they bucked and squirmed against her touch. Wallflower herself was feeling it too, moaning with each frim press of Limestone's hands against her boobs. "Mmm, t-that's good."

"Glad you like it," Limestone grinned. As she continued to service Wallflower, her own burning desires built even further, juices now drizzling from her cunt. "But I was really hoping to get some action myself, at some point."

Wallflower hummed in acknowledgement, reluctantly pulling away and facing Limestone again. Terramar actually booed. Then, she bent down, plucking a pleasantly surprised Lickety Split between her fingers.

"Wait, what are you—?" Limestone began, before being cut off as Wallflower reached for her lips, pressing the miniscule pink woman into their grey confines. Then, she closed the gap between their faces, eyes shut as she kissed Limestone passionately.

Limestone's own eyes widened at the contact, feeling Wallflower's breath rush past her face as she pressed her tongue against Lickety's legs, forcing her deeper into Limestone's mouth. Soon, Limestone was totally lost in the moment, her body moving by itself as she made out with Wallflower. They held eachother as their tender lips and slick tongues roved hectically. Limestone moaned into it, having forgotten how intimate a real lovers' kiss was. Also enhancing Limestone's rush was the presence of Lickety, who was thoroughly licked, gripped, and sucked between her and Wallflower as their makeout grew more and more intense. Soon, all Limestone could think about was exploring Wallflower's mouth and assisting her in dominating the girl in their clutches, a constant reminder of what set them apart and into eachother's embrace. Well, almost.

As electric as this experience was for Limestone, the power trip alone immensely satisfying, her pussy was beginning to feel extremely neglected at this point. Limestone broke their kiss, pushing Lickety Split into Wallflower's mouth so she could speak. "Not that I'm disliking this or anything, but dammit Wallflower, I need to you finger my pussy hard this instant."

Wallflower's face morphed into a fluctuating mix of glee and concern, and her cheeks reddened. She spat a saliva-coated Lickety into her hand, the doll-like woman's hair a matted mess, before setting her back down. "A-Alright. But what about everybody else?" she asked, Wallflower's gaze lingering on the earth dozens of feet away, where dozens of people waited with anticipation equal to Limestone's. She wasn't so selfish as to just ignore them for her own gratification, right?

And then, hit with a flash of sexy inspiration, Limestone paused. They could get involved. Trusting she was present, Limestone voiced a question to those beneath her. "Hey, Daisy? Can you do me a solid and go grab the ropes?"

Gloriosa, who had been standing behind the crowd and observing with all the reluctance of a mother keeping an eye on rambunctious children, rolled her eyes and went to fetch the requested supplies.

As she did, Limestone moved to assist Wallflower. "Now then, let's get you back out of those clothes..."

Wallflower made no move to impede her as Limestone undid the straps of her top, the tremendous garment and the people within it coming away in Wallflower's waiting hands as her tits flopped apart into their seductive resting state. As she leaned down to set Terramar and Ms. Folio aside, where they stumbled away in a daze, Limestone seized the opportunity to grope Wallflower's slim - but not petite by any stretch - ass. After eliciting a sharp gasp from Wallflower, she pulled down, lowering her bottoms. Along with it came Norman, riding the world's most feminine elevator, coated head to toe in pussy juice and panting for air, and Limestone snorted in amusement. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's been waiting."

"Yeah," Wallflower confirmed, locking eyes that gleamed with bubbling desire onto Limestone's.

A polite cough from Gloriosa got their attention, the counselor holding bundles of rope. Before Wallflower could ask, Limestone explained what she had in mind, and their little audience cheered as Wallflower voiced her enthusiastic agreement with a "Hell yes."

Sitting down, Limestone rested her hands palm-up on the ground. Without hesitation, Ryn and Yakovski stepped forwards, already naked, and lied down atop her index fingers, their bodies about the same length as Limestone's digits. Wallflower did the same, Rolling Thunder and Micro Chips allowing themselves to be bound to Wallflower's own fingers. Once the others had securely tied them in place, Limestone pulled Wallflower back to her feet, mindful of their fragile passengers and the aching hunger in her loins.

Limestone didn't hold back, more than ready to move on to the main event. Once Wallflower's nethers were within reach, Limestone struck, plunging her finger, and Ryn with it, into her slick folds. Letting out a pleased groan, Wallflower leaned into it, muscles twitching around the duo invading her most precious place even as she returned the favor, sticking Rolling into Limestone's own pussy. Finally! she thought. Time for some real fun.

It didn't take long for Limestone to get into a groove, rubbing Ryn delicately against Wallflower's insides, carefully observing her every involuntary twitch and alluring utterance to gauge what was working. Wallflower mirrored Limestone, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief and desire as Wallflower pressed Rolling Thunder against her g-spot. From there, Limestone lost track of time as both their efforts escalated. Wallflower sent a second finger to probe Limestone's depths, increasing the pressure. Meanwhile, Limestone put her thumb to use, circling Wallflower's clit. She couldn't get enough of blissful expressions Wallflower was making under her tremendous touch, each one more erotic than the last.

As they both switched hands, changing things up and allowing those tied to their fingers to breathe, Wallflower let out an especially squealy moan. "Oh, Limestone. This is so good. I-I think I'm getting close."

"You - shit - are? Don't hold back on my account," Limestone said, her hips jerking forwards on reflex as Wallflower hit a really nice place with Micro's head. "We're practically divine beings, Wallflower. If you need to just drop everything and cum, nothing can stop you." At the end of her sentence, smirking, Limestone stuck her fingers, boy-toy included, into Wallflower's snatch right up to the knuckles.

That did it. Wallflower's pupils dilated, her own fingers freezing in place, forgotten. "Ah, c-cumming!"

Screaming in joy, the strength in Wallflower's legs gave out as she came, her body shaking in throes of elation. Slipping out of Limestone with a lewd slurping noise, she collapsed to the ground with a cacophonous crash, compressing the land beneath her into a pond-sized assprint. As Wallflower rode out her orgasm, chest heaving as she fell to her arched back and stars in her eyes, Limestone looked on in envy. She wanted to cum, too, achieve a thunderous release that shattered her thoughts and all the windows for miles! Before they were through, Wallflower was going to give her one, dammit!

"Okay, my turn," she declared, lunging forwards and dropping to her knees. As Wallflower recovered, Limestone positioned her pussy directly over her face, the hot rush of her exhalations teasing her to an absurd degree. "Fuck. Wallflower, you better eat me out the second your wits come back."

The half minute it took Wallflower to recover felt like an hour of torture for Limestone, but recover she did. "I-I want more, too," Wallflower uttered, shooting her a pleading look.

Limestone sighed. Let it never be said that she was all take and no give. "Bah, fine."

With that, she repositioned once more, her hundred-foot frame sprawled atop Wallflower's in the classic '69' position. As she spread Wallflower's thighs apart, giving her finger riders some nice sights, smells, and sensations in the process, Wallflower did the same to Limestone before they both dove in. She failed utterly in containing her moans as Wallflower's inexperienced but eager tongue lapped at her clit and labia, the vibrations passing through her own tongue and into Wallflower. This led to Wallflower moaning into her, and so on, in an ouroboros of wild lust. Wallflower was the only person who even could fuck her like this anymore, and by god did Limestone enjoy the nostalgia trip. Her own mouth was practically servicing Wallflower on autopilot at this point, so lost did she become in the staccato rhythm of the pleasure shooting through her.

And yet, it just wasn't enough. Wallflower's technique was too unrefined to push Limestone to climax, and in all likelihood she was also too distracted. Limestone groaned in frustration, savoring one last bit of Wallflower's taste before reaching her own hands down to push the green girl's face away and stimulate her cunt herself. "Sorry, Wallflower, you just - unf - aren't doing it for me. Lemme just take care of this with the little guys."

Limestone stopped paying attention to Wallflower, only feeling a smidge bad about it as she pinned Wallflower down with her shoulders and basked in her heat. She'd refocus and go back to eating Wallflower out once her probing fingertips, plus the equally sex-starved people tied to them, got her off once. But before she could get very far, not even past the clit-stroking stage, Wallflower shifted.

"No need," Wallflower said, and Limestone could hear the smile in her tone. "You like it rough, right? How 'bout this?"

Suddenly, a familiar, steel-hard rod was rammed into her at speed. Limestone's breath caught as she recognized the feel of the missile spreading her open. Except this time, it was the finned end, the sharp edges adding another level of fierce stimulation like the ribs on a dildo. She couldn't even manage a thank you, only a fit of gasps and a cry for more, her brain still reeling from the abrupt, sublime fullness.

As Wallflower pushed Limestone off of her with some difficulty and rolled upright, Limestone followed suit. The shrunken campsite below was insignificant compared to Wallflower and the popping flares within Limestone's pussy. Limestone didn't care what manner Wallflower had in mind to do it, so long as she pounded the ballistic weapon into her mighty cunt with force.

Turns out, Wallflower wanted to scissor. Sitting opposite Limestone, Wallflower angled the other end of the missile towards her own pussy before thrusting her hips forwards, their slick, overlapping legs widened to accommodate, and their hips met with a great slap. To get better leverage, Limestone braced herself behind her back, leaning on her palms and making extra clear to Yakovski and Ryn just where their place was. Then, she began to thrust, lifting her hips up and out, over and over. Depending on who was clenching harder, the missile alternatingly slipped deeper into Limestone or Wallflower.

Wallflower, gasping from the sudden and total fullness within her after one such thrust, collapsed again, her thighs clenching. "God, this is so good. Keep going!"

"Like you need to tell me that!" Limestone couldn't stop even if she wanted to, her body absolutely pining to satisfy and be satisfied. She just kept humping against the other giantess, producing a booming 'plap' with every rocky motion. Limestone was spellbound by the impossibly solid mass churning her up, as well as the hypnotic shaking of Wallflower's huge tits her every flex induced.

In and out the missile went, rubbing Limestone's tough yet tender canal with each pass. And her crotch ramming against Wallflower's simultaneously wasn't bad either. Actually, Limestone found herself reaching a crescendo, the pace of her thrusting growing faster and more erratic as that coveted blast of endorphins spiraled ever closer. Her pants and grunts grew louder, too, as Limestone pursued her gratification with single-minded determination. All that mattered was the titanic double dildo and her points of contact with Wallflower. The whole heap of their juices mingling into mud, the bonfire's worth of fetish fuel she was showing off, her spectators themselves, all else was irrelevant in the face of her coming orgasm. And Limestone made sure to let the world know. "Guh, I'm almost there! Gonna, gonna..."

"Me too! Again!" Wallflower exclaimed, her eyes rolling back. "Cumming again!"

Limestone and Wallflower hit their cunts together with the force of a train crash, moaning in unison as their bodies were overtaken by the throes of their shared climax. They squirted gallons of sticky fluid, colliding between them in a spray of musky release. Limestone's muscles spasmed around the missile, her blood running so hot it altered local weather patterns as she rode the sensations, desperate to take it all in and never let go. But alas, it eventually ended, though she wasn't fully conscious at the time: she'd nearly fainted from the sheer magnitude of pleasure coursing through her quaking body.

When she came to, Limestone was lying on her back, still tangled up with Wallflower, waves of lingering goodness lighting a fire inside her. The others were still vigorously fucking or masturbating to them at a 'close as they dared' distance. "A-ma-zing," she declared.

Wallflower giggled airily. "No kidding." Then, after a moment's pause: "You mind milking me now? I'm about ready to pop after all that."

"Sure." Like she was about to refuse that offer.

Taking a somewhat unsteady two steps over to where they'd set up Applejack's equipment, Wallflower got to her hands and knees, her breasts eclipsing the sun above the large coated-wood basin. The sex had put her on a hair trigger, as when Limestone pinched her nipple, Wallflower immediately bit back a cry as her breast disgorged a deluge of milk, filling the basin far more rapidly than it could empty into the large barrels. By the time both of them were emptied, she'd filled twenty-seven with her milk, a personal record. Limestone was rightfully impressed.

The rest of the day flew by in a haze of bliss as Limestone enjoyed the simpler pleasures of a nice meal and mega-cuddles with Wallflower.

Life goes on. In Limestone's case, life was good. After that day, she settled into a comfortable routine, one which thankfully suffered no more major hiccups. Years passed.

At one point, Limestone realized that, hey, she and Wallflower were already living together, sharing finances, and fucking on the regular, so why not get married? Wallflower, with great excitement, accepted Limestone's proposal. Their wedding possessed the least formal dress code any of the invitees had ever been to, with the brides in nothing but their swimsuits as they kissed over the altar. In leu of rings, they traded belts, the gold plated chain around her finger an ever-present reminder of Limestone's partner. However, living together with Wallflower at Camp Everfree, while great, wasn't sustainable indefinitely, as Timber and Gloriosa wanted to go back to running a normal summer camp at some point. So, using their collected earnings, they bought their own large plot of land along the same lake, relocating there.

Their shared friends came with them, but they didn't stay forever. For one reason or another, they each moved on. For the students, Micro, Norman, and Terramar among them, that meant going off to college and starting careers of their own. Yakovski, Ryn, and Rolling Thunder grew homesick, returning to their home countries. Lickety Split's story was the most tragic, however. After experiencing some major symptoms, she was diagnosed with late stage pancreatic cancer, quite difficult to treat. Rather than let one of her closest pals waste away in the hospital for a slim chance of recovery, Limestone granted her longstanding wish, swallowing the woman whole and allowing Lickety to live on as a part of her body.

But they weren't the only ones to leave. Sunset and Twilight became researchers in the budding field of magic, pioneering new industries and stabilizing the flow of wild magic from Equestria. This prevented any more people from growing to titanic size, unfortunately for Limestone and Wallflower, but probably best for the infrastructure of Canterlot City. The rest of Pinkie's circle, too, went on to achieve great things.

Marble, meanwhile, was relieved of her remaining duties at the quarry, replaced by Pumice and a half dozen other able-bodied employees. Still, Limestone's kin stayed in the area, and she was more than happy to support her parents in their old age as they had for her in her youth. Working together with the new blood, the Pie quarry thrived under Limestone's management, along with her pornographic side business. It took much convincing, but she even managed to convince her wife to get in on the fun.

That, combined with an open offer of sex in exchange for miscellaneous live-in assistance on BiggestPie.com, attracted new faces. Teens discovering their kink for the first time, other married couples looking for that extra spice, Limestone welcomed all who dared to go big with open arms and open legs, assuming they treated her and Wallflower right.

Last but not least, Wallflower's own endeavors bore fruit. As predicted, her breastmilk, sold in cute little glass bottles with her shyly smiling face on them, flew off the shelves faster than she could make it, even with an improved diet. Ever the gardener, she also took up planting and relocating trees. They were like flowers to her, after all, and she could do the job far more quickly than ordinary folk. In time, Limestone grew to truly love her, and surely would have regardless of her achievements and her personal growth. The mental kind; Limestone would likely never have even met her if it weren't for the magic suffusing their massive bodies. For that, and for every bit of kindness shown to her, Limestone was forever grateful. Truly, she was content, and couldn't dream of asking for more.

~ Fin ~

Author's Note

And so it ends, as all things must. In this case, with a bang. For those who stuck around, thanks for reading, and I hope you had as much fun reading this as I did writing it. If you're in the mood for more sexy slice of life content, why not check out my newest work, Cold Comforts? It's not macro, but is still kinky as all get out, and I put like way to much thought into the setting and cast of OCs.

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