Withania slapped the top-most layer of a fresh pancake stack onto a plate and drizzled lemon juice across the dish. There was no syrup in sight, as her own plant-pony nectar made everything that wasn’t tart or savoury taste sweet anyway. Next, she took a jar of fresh blueberries and scattered them on and around the steaming pancakes. These blueberries were the main reason Withania had taken the time to cook for breakfast in the first place - they had been given to her by her friend Cinderheart the previous afternoon, who had told her they were perfect for breakfast pancakes.
Sitting at her kitchen table - a repurposed picnic bench - she dug in with gusto, cutting through the stack with her favourite spork and devouring mouthfuls at a time. The light and slightly crispy cake and the zing of the lemon juice were perfect, and the blueberries added a wonderful fresh addition that Withania didn’t normally think of. It was a great start to the day ahead - she’d have to pick something out of her garden later to give to Cinderheart in return as thanks.
One satisfying meal later Withania licked her lips, internally complimenting herself on a job well done. There was one last blueberry left on the plate - which she leaned in and licked up with her green tongue and swallowed without so much as a single chew. The moment the final blueberry landed in her gurgling belly, Withania felt an odd sensation, A sudden dense and warm feeling deep inside her. Had she eaten too quickly? Or too much? No, it didn’t feel like indigestion. Were the berries bad? That wouldn’t affect her so quickly - or perhaps at all, given the way her body worked.
She stood up and carried her plate over to the sink. Her belly felt heavy. She tended to carry a lot of water weight anyway since her plant body stored its nectar in her stomach, but she could immediately feel that her balance was off and the feeling was spreading alarmingly fast. She left out a slight burp and then gasped as she felt her belly brush the kitchen floor.
“I haven’t eaten that much!” she said aloud, backing up and sitting on her tush to examine her expanding middle. Her fur was darkening around her belly, changing from fern-green to a rich and royal purple that began to seep outwards like paint on a watercolour. “The blueberries…” she muttered, looking up in realisation, “Cinder!”
Alas, despite knowing that she’d triggered her friend’s trap, Withania was now a passenger in whatever was happening. She gave a mighty push of her earth-pony hips and got back onto her hooves despite her belly feeling heavier by the minute, however, her tum was now too big to reach over, her forelegs peddling the air uselessly. She quickly tried to lean back to find her hind hooves again but it was too late - she’d beached herself on a huge, round and very purple belly!
It felt like her stomach was full of blueberry jam being stirred by unseen hooves. With every moment more and more of her insides seemed to melt into the feeling, while her body slowly rose up on top of the epicentre. Her legs starfished out, comfortable against her soft and squidgy body, but quite unable to reach anything or even each other. She tried inhaling a deep breath, maybe if she could puff up her chest she might be able to dislodge herself and lean back again, but this only resulted in an even stranger sensation, her chest and even her back swelled slightly, only to be immediately filled by the filling inside of her.
Every movement she made, each struggle, each opening and gap was filled in with her body expanding. She glanced down as best as she could, and saw the purple hue reach the tip of her hooves before they were pulled out of sight, forced to stick out perpendicular to her body as if inflated around her limbs. Her back seemed to dissolve into the sloshing jelly inside her, erasing the shape of her body entirely in favour of a perfect sphere that was slowly expanding in all directions
In that perfect moment, there was a knock at the front door.
“Withania? Are you in?” came a familiar voice.
“Cinder? Is that you?” called back Withania. Her voice felt strange as if it were coming from deep inside her, piping out of her mouth through the huge and dense padding of her blueberry body. There was a click of the door opening and hoofsteps along the hallway behind her.
“Oh my gosh Withania!” exclaimed Cinderheart, trying valiantly to keep from bursting out laughing.
“Cinder! Did you do this on purpose? Help me!”
Withania squeaked as she felt someone else’s hooves on her enormous flanks. With a heave, Cinderheart pushed her bulbous friend around on the spot, so she was facing back into the room. Cinder herself seemed small and low down from Withania’s point of view, though she had no comprehension of how big she was at this point.
“You look incredible!” said Cinder, walking around the stricken plant pony and poking her all over. She was firm but soft - and very heavy. Cinderheart’s horn lit up and she conjured a large mirror into the middle of the kitchen so Withania could see herself.
Big wasn’t the word. She looked like a beachball that had been magically expanded to be more than two meters in diameter. Her head poked out in the middle, her neck and legs completely enveloped by her body, while her hooves wiggled uselessly at each corner. The weird liquid feeling inside her had slowed now, making her feel dense and juicy on the inside. She could taste herself on her own tongue as if the insides of her mouth were berry-flesh. If the top of her head wasn’t enveloped the rest of her body, she half-expected to see a stalk atop her mane.
Cinder gave up and burst out laughing, reaching up to hug Withania as best she could. The weight of Cinder overbalanced the berry-Withania and she rolled forward on top of her friend, smushing their faces together.
“Cinder! Change me back, this is crazy!”
“No! You look adorable!” replied Cinderheart, kissing Withania delicately on her pouting face. “Oooh, you taste wonderful as well…” It was useless to resist, Withania couldn’t move an inch, and had to bear an onslaught of snuffly kisses from her friend. “You’re so heavy! What are you full of?”
“Blueberry, you burnt stick! I feel like I’m made of jelly inside! It was all sloshy but now it’s stabilising…”
Cinder responded to this by kissing her all the more. She wouldn’t normally have been this forward, but while Withania was both helpless and unlikely to tell anyone about this strange morning, Cinder had her friend all to herself. At least, in theory. She was sorry to have arrived late, however, that just meant she’d have to do this again sometime. Using a combination of her own strength and magic, she rolled Withania backwards again, releasing herself in the process. “How does it feel though? It looks comfy!”
“It feels ridiculous!” complained Withania, “Although yes, it’s… not uncomfortable. I feel heavy, like I’m being squashed on all sides, but I’m the weight as well. It’s sort of relaxing, like I’m weightless inside myself.”
“I wanna feel,” said Cinderheart, wiping blue stains off her lips from where she’d be tasting her friend. She unceremoniously climbed onto the kitchen countertop. Withania couldn’t see what her friend was up to now, but after some clattering and grunting sounds, she suddenly felt a weight on top of her back, as Cinderheart climbed on top of her friend.
“Ooooh, now this is a bed I could get a good night’s sleep on. Firm, but not hard. We could rent you out, Withania!”
“We could rent you out - since it was your idea!”
Cinderheart didn’t respond, but starfished over Withania’s back, slowly rubbing all four hooves on Withania’s purple-stained fur. It was amazingly therapeutic. Despite feeling like she was enclosed in three feet of blueberry, Withania could feel every inch of Cinder’s touch, and she cooed out a sigh of pleasure.
“This was a fantastic idea, Withania,” said Cinder, “I’d say ‘Happy April Fool’s Day,’ but this joke actually turned out to be the best thing ever.”
Withania didn’t reply. She was loath to admit it, but the feeling of just resting in place, huge and immobile, heavy but not laden, it was actually delightful.
“I had to get up early to come and see this… so if you don’t mind, I think I’ll catch my sleep-in right here…” said Cinderheart, resting her chin somewhere near where the nape of Withania’s neck would be.
“What about me? I’ve got things to do!”
“Oh I’ll go home and get the reversal spell later,” muttered Cinder, “And I’ll… I’ll water your garden or something.”
A slight snore followed almost immediately, and Withania felt the weight on top of her fall into the slow and steady rhythm of sleep.
Well… this isn’t so bad I suppose. At least I’ve got time to think up a suitable revenge.
