As the train chugged along, Sweetie Belle readjusted herself on the train seat for what seemed like the hundredth time. Last year’s trip with her friends to begin classes at Canterlot University had been relatively uneventful. This time, she had to deal with her own “girls,” now overflowing onto her lap and contained in the hastily-made top Rarity had made for her.

“Doin’ alright?” asked Applebloom, as she watched her friend shift around.

“It’s been a week and I’m still not used to them,” sighed Sweetie.

“Guess it takes awhile,” said Scootaloo, chewing on some gum. “If only you had found Rarity’s pills earlier in the summer. Then you’d have had plenty of time.”

“And here ah’d always thought Rarity was jist naturally busty,” said Applebloom. “Too bad you didn’t read the directions more carefully.”

“Hey, I just wanted a little more than a handful is all,” pouted Sweetie, raising her arms and arching her back (causing some stallions nearby to stare at her taxed top). “I didn’t expect all those pills to make me…as big as I got.”

“Good thing the medical staff was able to milk you down,” said Scootaloo. “Don’t tell Rarity, but I think she’s a little envious over how big you got.”

“A ‘little’ envious?” chuckled Sweetie. “This is Rarity we’re talking about, Scootaloo. How long have you known her for?”

“At least she was nice enough to make you a few tops before we left,” said Applebloom. “I don’t think there are any shops in Canterlot that have clothes in your size.”

“At least not any that would make me look, ‘frumpy,” said Sweetie, looking down at her well-filled top. “Say what you want about Rarity, but at least she knows how to make anypony look fabulous.”

“Hey girls,” said Scootaloo, gesturing to the window, “we’re almost there!”

As if they had regressed to being little fillies again, the three friends squished against the nearby window (with Sweetie Belle being the most-squashed!), as the familiar, towering spires of Canterlot Castle rose up in the distance.

Once the train had pulled into the station, the girls joined the other passengers in removing their belongings from the overhead storage racks.

“Time to go, girls,” said Scootaloo, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder. “Our second year at CU has officially started.”

It wasn’t hard for her and Applebloom to exit the train car, but Sweetie Belle (with her hands clutching twin pink suitcases) had to slide out sideways, given how her chest was now wider than her shoulders. Once she had squeezed her way out onto the platform, Sweetie couldn’t help but feel a number of eyes staring at her prominent protrusions, causing her face to take on a slightly pink sheen.

“Better get used to it,” said Applebloom, patting her friend on the shoulder. “Ah think yer gonna get a lot of looks this year.”

A few moments later, the three were making their way onto the busy thoroughfare, filled as usual with mostly high-society types.

Sweetie Belle tried not to let it bother her, but it seemed the further they ventured into the city, she could feel more and more eyes upon her. As the girls approached a corner, Sweetie saw a young colt stop in his tracks and stare wide-eyed at her chest, before his mother quickly yanked him away, with a snort of disgust.

“Well, he’s scarred for life,” Scootaloo chuckled to her friend.

“Oh knock it off,” smirked Sweetie, giving her friend a hefty smack with her chest.

It wasn’t long before the historical buildings and upper-crust patronage cleared away to reveal a large, grassy campus. Bushes and trees festooned the grounds, as all manner of young ponies and stallions mingled about. Over a large metal gate reading Canterlot University, somepony had hung a large banner that read, “welcome back!”

“Well girls, we made it,” smiled Applebloom, before unzipping her duffel bag, and pulling out a camera. "What say we take a few pictures to send back home?”

“Why not?” smiled Sweetie Belle.

Fortunately, a passing pony was kind enough to take Applebloom’s camera, and snap at least two dozen pictures as the three struck a number of poses under the banner.

“Thanks,” said Applebloom as she retrieved her camera from the helpful pony. “Should be enough to send a different pic to everypony we know.”

“We should get them developed quickly,” said Scootaloo, “before we have classes next we-“

“Hey Scootaloo!” rang out a bubbly voice.

As they turned to look, a yellow earth pony with sparkling orange hair, clad in running gear, streaked towards the smiling orange pony.

“Sunny Sprint!” called out Scootaloo, throwing down her duffel and embracing the pony in a playful hug. “When did you get here?”

“A few days ago.”

Have a good summer?”

“You betcha!” smiled Sunny. “Hi Applebloom, hi Sweetie Belle. Boy, you sure had a growth spurt over the summer!”

“Wanna little?” Said Applebloom, patting Sweetie’s chest. “Ah think she has enough to go around.”

“No thank you," chuckled Sunny. "I’m happy with what I got. So Scoots, all set for another year of track and field?”

“Oh yeah!” Said Scootaloo. “You know, I didn’t expect to have so much fun last year. Makes me excited about what we can accomplish this time around.”

“We were surprised they let you on the team,” said Sunny. “Fortunately, they understood that your…um, well…”

“That my wings hadn’t grown in,” said Scootaloo, sheepishly.

“Yeah,” blushed Sunny. “But, you really proved yourself on the track against the team from CEC. Too bad Sass n’ Spice isn’t sold on your skills. She’s in my dorm, and I heard her talking about that-“

“Ugh, is she still claiming that Scoots is faking it?” groaned Sweetie Belle.

“Doesn’t help that her father’s one of the University’s ‘generous benefactors,’” sighed Sunny. “But don’t worry Scootaloo, she’s just one bad apple-oh, no offense, Applebloom.”

“None taken,” chuckled Applebloom. “B’sides, we’re Scootaloo’s best friends, and we know she’s not out to do anything bad.”

“I know it too,” smiled Sunny. “So, where do they have you staying this year? I’m over by the science building.”

“We don’t know yet,” said Sweetie. “For some reason, they didn’t send us that information.”

“Better get over to the registrar then,” said Sunny. “There was a pretty long line when I ran past there awhile ago. Anyway, I better get going. See you around girls, bye Scootaloo!”

The three waved as the exuberant filly bounced off down the path.

“Nice to see Sunny again,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Eeyup,” said Scootaloo. “Maybe we should meet up with her for drinks later on this week.”

“Ah can’t believe they moved us all the way over to the other side of campus this year,” said Applebloom, looking at the Registrar paperwork. “Last year’s dorms were much more convenient.”

“Guess it’s good exercise,” said Sweetie, rounding a corner and looking at her friends. “We were able to buck the freshman 15, remember? Besides, helps me get used to-AAK!!”

The world suddenly pitched sideways as a blurry object rammed into the surprised pony! Like a row of dominoes, Sweetie Belle went down, along with Applebloom, Scootaloo, and their luggage, which resulted in a most unusual pile of ponies.

TWEEEEET

The sound of a whistle permeated the air, as Sweetie blinked her eyes, and felt a heavy weight across her chest. It appeared to be due to a dark-blue unicorn, his black-and-white hair askew, as he moaned aloud. Towering over him, she saw a buff, older stallion, wearing sunglasses with a whistle between his lips. Nearby, was a group of at least two dozen stallions, the symbol on their jogging shirts showing they were members of the Canterlot Royal Cadets.

“Cadet Shield!” the buff stallion cried out. “On your hooves, now!”

“Sorry sir,” said the cadet. “Wasn’t looking where I was going-“

“Hey, watch the hands!” cried Sweetie, as his right one suddenly smooshed deep into her left breast.

“Oh-sorry,” the cadet said. “I, I just-I’m-“

“Cadet, stop fooling around, get to your hooves, and help these fillies up at once!” came another order from the buff stallion, who began to give several sharp tweets on his whistle.

“Sir yes sir!!” snapped the cadet as he tumbled backwards off Sweetie and onto the grass (eliciting some laughs from his fellow cadets). Jumping to his hooves, he reached out for Sweetie Belle’s hand. “I’m really sorry, miss.”

“It, it’s okay,” said Sweetie as she felt his sweaty hand grasp hers, “just d-oh!”

Sweetie was surprised as the cadet seemed to effortlessly pull her to her hooves, though he wasn’t able to move out of the way before she almost buried him in a good portion of her grass-stained top. A split-second later, he had backed up a little, to give her some personal space.

“T-thank you,” she said, brushing off bits of grass as the cadet helped each of her friends up.

Once all the girls were standing, the dark-blue stallion handed each of them their bags, before the shrill whistle of his commander rang out once again,

“Return to your place, cadet,” bellowed the stallion. “Aaannnnd…FORWAAAARRDDD!!!”

As the girls watched, the stallion joined back in with the others, and he and his comrades continued jogging two-by-two down the campus path. It took a few moments, before Applebloom’s voice broke the silence.

“Well girls, ah think that’s plenty of excitement fer t’day,” said said, adjusting her duffel bag. “Whut say we get to our room n’ kick back fer a spell?”

“Sounds good to me,” said Scootaloo.

“Me too,” said Sweetie Belle, wiping some more grass from her skirt.

“Honey, we’re home,” cried out Applebloom, as she opened the door to their room, and tossed the keys on a nearby desk.

“Well, it’s a ways off campus, but at least we got a view,” said Scootaloo, tossing down her duffle, and rushing over to the window.

“Feels a little…smaller than last year’s place,” said Sweetie Belle, beginning to put her clothes in the closet.

“It’s about the same size,” said Applebloom. “Mebbe it’s just because you’ve grown since then.”

“Could be,” said Sweetie, checking out her reflection in the closet’s mirrored door.

It didn’t take long before all three had unpacked, and each filly had personalized her own little corner of the room. After a few minutes, Scootaloo’s voice broke the silence: “Ughh, this is bo-ring!”

“You said it,” said Applebloom. “How about we go for a walk? Maybe we’ll see some more familiar faces.”

“Count me in,” said Scootaloo, grabbing a new stick of gum from her nightstand.

“I think I’ll pass,” said Sweetie Belle. “I’m still picking grass out of my mane, and it’s driving me crazy. I think I’m gonna take a shower.”

“You really are Rarity’s sister,” laughed Applebloom…a few moments before a pillow on Sweetie’s bed came hurtling across the room at her.

The dorm showers weren’t that different from the ones in last year’s building. The main changing area had rows of small metal lockers, of which Sweetie Belle selected one, and placed on it a padlock she had brought with her.

After placing her clean clothes in the locker, she headed over to the towel stack and grabbed a pure white towel. Heading back, she passed a few other ponies who had just come out of the showers. Sweetie gave them a friendly smile, but the girls just glanced at her chest, and continued on their way.

After the difficult task of pulling her top up over her chest, Sweetie undid her specially-made bra, letting her large chest bounce free. Then, it was time to remove her grass-stained skirt and panties.

She was in the process of wrapping her towel around herself, when she realized there was a problem: it wasn’t big enough to fully wrap around her body, AND cover her chest.

Clutching the towel over her greyish-pink nipples, Sweetie quickly clopped over to the towel pile, and took another one.

Once fully enshrouded, she picked up her bathing supplies, and made her way to the showers. Hanging up her towels on a hook outside of stall number 8, she pulled aside the curtains and stepped in…only to find size being a problem once again. Whereas last year she seemed to have plenty of room to maneuver, she now found the sides of her bosom almost touching the walls of the shower stall.

Letting out a sigh, she turned on the water and quickly let out a shriek as a cold blast of liquid shot out of the shower head, and pelted her in the face and her chest! A few moments later, the water had warmed up, and she began to lather shampoo into her curly hair. After a few deep lathers with shampoo and conditioner, she was ready to wash the rest of her body.

Washing herself in the confining space also proved to be a new experience, since her chest blocked easy access to her lower areas. It took some time, but eventually Sweetie Belle figured out a way to properly soap herself beneath her gargantuan gazongas. Then, there was the method of washing herself off. This resulted in her heaving one or both of her breasts out of the way, so the showerhead could properly rinse off the soap from her shapely lower body.

Finally confident that she has succeeded, Sweetie turned off the shower, and reached for her towels. Once she was properly dried off and wrapped up, she headed back to the lockers.

On her way she passed another small group of girls. She waved politely, but her ears perked up, as she heard one of them whisper something that made her stop.

She tried to convince herself that she had misheard, but she was pretty sure of it. One of the ponies, a green one with amber locks, had quietly said under her breath: “slut.”

Returning to the dorm room, Sweetie tried to think of something else to do, but what she had heard was still weighing heavily on her mind.

Squeezing through the bathroom doorway, She found herself face-to-face with her reflection in the mirror. Concentrating on the big green eyes staring back at her, she took a few deep breaths, trying to keep tears from forming at the corner of her eyes.

“You…are Sweetie Belle,” she said aloud. “You…are not…a slut.”

She repeated these words a few more times, before plopping herself down on her bed. She felt like she wanted to do something, but was at a loss as to what she should do. Laying her head down on her pillow, she repeated the same words as she had said them in the bathroom.

In a few moments, she closed her eyes, and was soon fast asleep.

Author's Note

And thus, a new multi-chapter story has begun on Fimfiction!

After The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf, I searched for some new area of expansion that might provide me with a story inspiration. Seeing some art commissioned by Chrome Shield, soon made me consider a new way to go.

I'm already figuring this first chapter is probably going to go over as well as Expansive Romance, which was soundly trounced by some who wanted a whole lot of action right off the bat.