Envy is Magic

It was school picture day and the hall was abuzz with laughter and chatter. A long line of students stood waiting for their turn to sit down and have their photograph taken. Every student was dressed to impress: nice suits, beautiful dresses, makeup and wonderfully prepared hair. Applebloom and Scootaloo, both wearing frilled, colorful clothes and looking drop-dead gorgeous. They waved to Sweetie Belle from their spot in the line.

Sweetie waved back with a weak smile and faced forwards in line. It had been three weeks since she’d cast the spell with no results. Day after day Sweetie jumped out of bed to check herself against her bedroom wall for any sign of increased height. Nothing showed for it. She was still the same five-foot two scrawny girl she’d always been. She didn’t understand why. Jealousy over her classmates, sister and friends had been a daily feeling for years and now the spell she cast didn’t recognize how she felt? What a scam.

She should have thrown the book into the fire.

“Next!” cried out the sharp haughty voice of Photo Finish. Silver Spoon finished her photo and joined Diamond Tiara by the side. Sweetie Belle stepped up to the penultimate spot.

“Ready for the final Yearbook photo of your life?” teased Silver, smirking at Sweetie Belle. “I don’t know why you bother. There’s three perfectly good photos to re-use before this one.”

“Buzz offff,” Sweetie gritted her teeth. “I look great in this dress.”

“The dress looks great because your sister made it,” corrected Diamond Tiara, playing with the extravagant necklace that settled deep into her cleavage. “You wearing it doesn’t do it any favors. Maybe if it was hugging the body of a mare who wasn’t built like a nine-year old it would do you any favors.”

“Next!” cried Photo Finish, the seat ready.

The two taller mares laughed and walked away, their hooves clicking on the tiled floor as they confidently strayed to the refreshments table. Sweetie Belle silently fumed at the two perfect jerks. They didn’t deserve to be that tall, that busty, to have such nice rumps filling out-

“NEXT!” said Photo Finish insistently. Sweetie Belle marched over and sat down in front of the camera, grabbing a bouquet prop of red roses to hold in her hand.

“Hey Sweetie! How’d it go?”

Twist took a seat next to Sweetie Belle. The petite unicorn had stormed to the back of the cafeteria to be alone for a few minutes. She had such a foul look on her face that Photo Finish rejected all 3 takes for her yearbook photo. In a month she would be able to reshoot it and get into the yearbook. It didn’t help at all that Photo Finish was incredibly loud and direct about it either. Everyone heard the fashion mogul screech out her disappointment.

“It went like garbage,” Sweetie Belle muttered, playing with the straw in her drink. “I couldn’t even get a nice photo.”

“Aww, I’m sorry to hear that,” Twist patted her on the back. “Y’know, for the past couple years I never had a good photo either because of my braces. This is the first year I had a good one!”

Sweetie Belle sighed, looking over the redhead. She was always an ugly duckling but the past year had really done work to improve herself. No more braces, contacts instead of glasses, wearing nicer clothes; it was a wonder how a bunch of little things coming together could make such a market improvement.

“It was really nice to finally have that good one. Every year I’d take one and be so unhappy,” Twist prattled on, playing with her frizzy hair.

“Uh-huh,” Sweetie propped up her head with her shoulder, staring glumly as Scootaloo sat down in the picture chair to take her photo.

“And every year I’d be sitting down thinking how jealous I am of everyone else. Especially you in your dresses.”

A tingle of magic buzzed across Sweetie’s horn and she perked up.

“Say what now?” Sweetie Belle said with interest.

“Oh you know… I’m a little jealous of you is all,” Twist continued. “You’ve got the most perfect fluffy curled hair and I’ve got this frizzy mess… and when your sister makes you a dress she goes all out! You look so beautiful in this! I look just okay… and this is just me but I wish I had your face too. I’ve got such chubby cheeks.”

Sweetie Belle’s breath hitched, feeling the magic at the base of her horn sizzle and flow through her body.

“Anyway. It was nice chatting with you! Shady just finished his picture so I’ll talk to you later!” Twist said cheerfully, standing up and heading towards the well-dressed stallion. Sweetie abruptly got up to and raced to the ladies room. Scootaloo and Applebloom slowed their walk towards her and looked at each other in confusion.

The door behind her clanged as Sweetie magically latched it shut. The sensations running through her body right now was nothing short of ecstasy. It was like her clothes were shrinking, but Sweetie knew it must be otherwise. She was growing. Expanding her perfectly fitting outfit.

The training bra she had on was already tight, and getting tighter. Sweetie ran to the mirror with glee. Her reflection revealed it all: her once flat chest was filling the dress. At the front where there was only but a subtle divide was now the outlines of actual breasts and the beginnings of a womanly bosom. Her arms felt equally parts sore and electric as the lengthened imperceptibly. Her legs stretched in size. Soon her matchstick thin legs had filled out and padded with fat and muscle alike, and her hips creaked and widened. For the first time in Sweetie Belle’s young life she had a FIGURE to speak of.

As her body buzzed in the sensation of growth Sweetie did a little dance in glee. The spell wasn’t a dud!

The day after Sweetie Belle was on airs. Beneath her slightly stretched T-shirt she proudly wore a 32 B-Cup bra. It was a day she never thought would come when she could graduate to a regular bra like all the other mares her age. The shorts she had on hugged her rump nicer than ever before. Prior to picture day she barely had a rump to speak of! Measuring her height once she ran home revealed a growth of four whole inches. She was only an inch shorter than Applebloom!

While still not much to speak of it was a marked improvement over how she looked before. Now that Sweetie figured out the proper way to trigger the spell she could correctly utilize it to achieve the figure she wanted. The image of herself, tall, busty, and heads taller than Princess Celestia popped into her head and Sweetie began skipping down the road. Her ultimate fantasy could be realized and all she need to do was seek out the catalysts.

Sweetie turned the corner to and entered Sugary Sweets Snack Shop. The bell dinged cheerfully.

“Just a minute!” a voice rang out from the back.

As Sweetie Belle placed a few chocolate dipped candy canes on the counter to purchase the mare whose voice belonged emerged from behind a curtain of beads.

“Oh! Hello Sweetie Belle! You’re looking great!” said Twist, immediately noticing the changes. “I think we’re the same height!”

Sweetie Belle practically beamed. “I think so too! It took forever but I think I’m finally in the middle of my growth spurt!”

“That’s a really late one!” mused Twist, ringing up the candy. “You’re so lucky! I wish I could get a boost in height at my age like you. It’s so lame still being shorter than your parents. I feel like a little kid still!”

The tingling in her horn began again. Sweetie Belle shakily dug four bits out of her tightening pocket. “Oh yes! I’m fitting in all my clothes so much better now! And some of them not so well!”

Sweetie Belle inhaled as the growth continued. The hem of her T-shirt popped out of her shorts where they’d been tucked in, revealing her flat, smooth belly. The sleeves tightened around her arms as previously small muscles began to swell under her coat. The arousal she felt when it happened last time also increased and Sweetie felt a sticky heat budding in her loins.

By the time the cash register dinged open Sweetie Belle had sprouted another two inches taller. She thanked the wide-eyed Twist and merrily skipped outside. Next stop was Sweet Apple Acres.

The warm sun filtered through the orchard trees as the Apple family picked their way through the northern fields. It was a decent harvest for these particular apples as they were typically difficult to cultivate and more often than not produced little to sell. The ones that did sold at a higher price and were considered a luxury flavor both raw and in baked foods. Applebloom was at the very tip of the orchard sitting on a tree branch, tossing apples into a wooden bucket far below her. She wasn’t very good aiming those fruits however. About a dozen loose apples were scattered around the area.

“Applebloom! I made it!” cried Sweetie Belle, arriving below with a grin on her face. “Sorry for being late! Had to stop for a snack.”

“That’s fine!” Applebloom yelled down. “We got plenty of apples to work with. Can y’all grab the ones I missed and toss them into the barrel?”

“Sure!” Sweetie Belle flared her horn and grabbed every apple she could see with her magic, dumping them into the wooden holder. “Where’s Scoots?”

“West of here. She wanted to do see if she could get more apples than me under an hour so ah said okay and now we’re jus’ picking apples I guess,” Applebloom dropped three apples down for Sweetie to catch. “You’re gonna have to go check to see her bucket once the hours up so let’s get pickin!”

For the next fifty minutes the two mares engaged in normal conversation: talking about school, work, boys, clothes and what they were doing later. Despite the spell being on her mind for the beginning of the conversation Sweetie realized she wasn’t going to get any kind of envious fuel into her and just had a nice talk. It was refreshing and kind of fun doing this menial task. Halfway through she stopped using magic and carted the barrel around physically, surprising both herself and Applebloom at her strength.

“Y’all should be exhausted doing that,” Applebloom said, jumping over to the last tree. She hadn’t touched the ground during her apple picking. “Gotta say ah would have been plum-tuckered out by now.”

Sweetie Belle wheezed, wiping her forehead with her arm. “Yeah… but like… it’s not so bad?”

“Should be,” Applebloom mused, tossing down a few apples. “This tree’s mostly got rotten fruit. We’re almost done.”

“Great,” said Sweetie Belle, leaning against the tree. She took a moment to pull out the handkerchief in her back pocket and then paused to admire her arm. Small muscles shifted underneath her creamy coat. It was quite a different sight than her usual noodly arm. She realized the spell wasn’t only making her taller and sexier, but stronger too!

“And done!” Applebloom jumped down and cleaned her overalls of leaves and sticks. “I got a bushel and a half done in an hour (184?). I bet Scootaloo hasn’t even-”

Applebloom cut herself off, staring at Sweetie Belle in surprise. “Are y’all standing on a rock or something?”

“What are you talking about?” said Sweetie Belle, lifting her leg to inspect her hoof.

Applebloom marched over until they were face to face. Her eyes were just shorter than Sweetie Belle’s. “Why you’re a whole inch taller’n me!” said Applebloom, looking Sweetie up and down. “Are y’all wearing a push up bra?”

“No.” Sweetie Belle said, her hands cupping the bottoms of her breasts. “Just a regular bra. I finally had my growth spurt! Sorry I didn’t mention it before.”

Applebloom scoffed. “Well congratulations! I’m so darn happy for you!” She gave Sweetie a big hug, her larger chest crushing Sweetie’s smaller one. “Me an Scoot know y’all have been sore about yourself for a while. Glad to see ya smiling again.”

“Thanks,” said Sweetie sheepishly. As much as she liked the compliments and praised she wished Applebloom had reacting differently. “Where’s Scootaloo again? I’m going to find out how much she counted.”

“That away.” pointed Applebloom into the distance, towards a thicker grove. “Tell Scoots I’ll be heading to the barn to put these apples away.”

“I will!” Sweetie Belle bent over to pick up a stray apple, revealing her much fuller butt to Applebloom. “See ya later!”

As Sweetie Belle sashayed away, Applebloom admired the gently sway of her hips rocking back and forth. The unicorn looked so good now! And to have a growth spurt so late in her teens was unreal. Now she was the short one between the three of them. Applejack would surely joke about it next time the three of them

“Wish ah could have one last growth spurt and be taller too,” Applebloom said under her breath. “It’d be great to be the bigger sister.”

Sweetie Belle went bow-legged and braced herself against an apple tree from the spike in arousal she felt. A surge of magic had rippled through her body to her very core and she could feel every fiber of her body stretch and swell. Her outfit went from snug to tight, the sleeves stretching around her arms, and her T-shirt rode up further from the eager swell of her expanding breasts, revealing a lightly toned midriff and the beginning of a six-pack. The once slim unicorn now boasted the body of a seasoned athlete.

By the time she reached Scootaloo in the west orchard border, Sweetie Belle had inched up to a lithe five-foot ten with a body far superior to the average mare.

“Hey Sweetie Belle!” waved Scootaloo, relaxing on a log and munching an apple. “You helpin’ Applebloom count?”

“Sure was!” Sweetie Belle beamed, eying Scootaloo’s body like a predator spotting its next meal. The runner looked far less intimidating than she used to.

“What’s the number?” asked Scootaloo, sitting up.”

“One hundred, eighty two,” Sweetie Belle replied, waltzing over to the pegasus.

“Aw nuts! She beat me by twenty apples,” Scootaloo threw the core over her shoulder and snapped her fingers. “Still, I did pretty good if I do say so myself.”

Sweetie Belle sat on the log next to Scootaloo, tail swishing behind her excitedly. “I helped her out a little bit. Not with the picking but holding the catch basket in my arms.”

Scootaloo snorted. “Sorry, you carted that thing around without magic? C’mon Sweetie you ar-”

At that point Sweetie Belle couldn’t resist lifting her arm and flexing for Scootaloo. The orange pegasus gasped and dropped her apple.

“You! Wow! You are BUFF!” Scootaloo clamped her fingers around Sweetie’s arm to check if it was real. She squeezed it a few times, confirmed its authenticity. “That’s amazing! When did you start working out?”

“Weeks ago,” lied Sweetie Belle, enjoying Scootaloo's touch. “I guess it only really started kicking in during my growth spurt the past few days.”

That encouraged Scootaloo to bolt straight up. “No way! You’re taller too!?”

Sweetie Belle proudly stood up and Scootaloo put her hand on Sweeties head and hovered it to her face. Sweetie was only an inch shorter than her at the moment.

“Hot damn! That’s so awesome!” Scootaloo flexed her bicep and brought it up to Sweetie, who mimicked the motion. Scootaloo’s muscle was only a little bit larger than hers.

“Wow!” Scootaloo said in disbelief. “I don’t know what else to say but wow! It’s like this happened to you so fast!”

Sweetie Belle could feel a familiar tingle. “Oh yes! And I’m not even doing any special exercises! Just regular old stuff everypony knows how to do.”

“I wish I could grow muscle that fast,” said Scootaloo, eying the muscles in her arms and legs. “Working out and stuff. That’s totally unfair!”

A flash of pleasure rocketed down from the base of Sweetie’s horn and pinballed through her body. This feeling was quickly becoming addictive. This feeling of pleasurable growth. Any second now she’d ascend bigger, larger…

“Earth to Sweetie,” Scootaloo poked her in the shoulder.

“Huhn? What?” Sweetie blinked, the feeling of impending growth coiling in her chest like a spring.

“I said I’m heading back to the barn,” Scootaloo raised her eyebrow. “You totally zoned out on me just now.”

Sweetie Belle felt her body tingling. “You go ahead, I’ve got a stomach cramp.”

“...alright,” Scootaloo said, grabbing half the apples. “I’ll see you there? Maybe?”

Scootaloo walked away just as the spell unleashed itself, the unicorn climbing inch after inch, her hips widening, legs and arms swelling with even harder, more defined muscle. Her abs flexed and hardened one by one into firm abdominals befitting any seasoned Wonderbolt. Her back rippled and grew, as did her breasts, each over-stuffed mammary pushing her bra way past its limits. Inches of soft, white titflesh spilled out of every possible direction and the once-snugly fit garment was on the verge of collapse.

Finally a sweaty, built and very aroused six-foot one Sweetie Belle gasped, lustfully clutching her bigger chest. A little more and she would have cum right there where she stood. Sweetie Belle took a moment to admire her larger, even more improved body. She could bring the apples over right now and bask in the admiration and potentially, even more envy from her friends… but Sweetie didn’t feel like explaining the details of her growth as she burst out of her clothes in front of the Apple family and Scootaloo. Careful to tread lightly she turned tail and walked to Carousel Boutique.