Once the entire group was seated, they watched as the crowds continued to file in, and soon every table was filled.

It was then that some side doors opened, and a number of wait staff filed into the room, greeting each table, providing glasses of water, baskets of bread, and menus showing the choices for salad, entree, and dessert for the night.

The wait staff then walked away, with word that they would return shortly to take down each guest’s full order.

A small discussion broke out around the table over the different choices, and whom was going to order what.

Eventually, the wait staff returned, took down the orders, and returned to the kitchen.

The salad course turned out to need very little prep time. It wasn’t long before servers were wheeling out carts filled with bowls of chilled lettuce, and a number of containers of different dressings.

As the wait staff brought the cart over to their table, Sweetie Belle shifted herself to the side, so that her chest once again fell into her lap, and the area in front of her at the table was soon filled with a plate of salad.

“Sorry,” she said to those at the table. “But, there’s no way I can eat with…you know.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” said Gold Dust’s date. “Just, do whatever makes you comfortable.”

After that, everyone began to eat their salads, though as she took a forkful of salad in her right hand, Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but feel that Daisy May was staring intently at her chest.

“You know, I’ve heard some ponies in one of my classes talking about you,” Daisy said, waggling a forkful of salad at Sweetie Belle.

“Oh really?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Yeah, somethin’ about you having surgery?”

The rest of the table looked a little uneasy at the rather forthright nature of Daisy’s questioning. Even Chrome wasn’t sure what to say in regards to this moment.

“Well,” huffed Sweetie Belle. “Whomever is saying that is either jealous, spreading lies, or both.”

“So they really are real?”

“Now Daisy May,” said her date, “maybe we don’t need to be discussing this during our meal?”

“What?” She squeaked out. “I’m just asking questions. I’m not offending you or anything, am I, Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie Belle was about to answer an affirmative, but there was something about Daisy’s tone of voice that reminded her of Pinkie Pie. Pinkie could sometimes ask questions out of sheer curiosity, but often in rather inconvenient places.

And, there was something deep inside of Sweetie Belle that was taking notice of everypony at the table staring at her. She knew that her breasts turned heads, but now it seemed that Daisy May had popped a number of questions into their heads about her ‘condition.’

They’ve never seen a pony as big as me, she thought. Why not just ride this out as far as you can, and see where it goes?

“No, not at all, Daisy,” she replied.

“You see?” said Daisy to her date. “Like my first grade teacher said, ‘asking questions is a great way to learn.’”

“Personally, I don’t think this is the best place to be talking about this,” said Chrome.

“Oh come now, Chrome,” said Sweetie, touching his hand. “It’s obvious some of our dinner guests are curious. Isn’t it better to help them understand more about me, or would you rather they be staring at my chest for the rest of the night like everypony else?”

“Well, I guess if you put it that way-“

“So to answer your question Daisy,” said Sweetie, focusing on her questioner, “yes, they are very real.”

“But, how did they get so big?”

“Well, that was, kinda my fault. See, my sister Rarity had been taking growth pills for years.”

“Is she as big as you then?”

“Oh no. She actually took the prescribed dosage. But me, being the dumb-dumb that I am, took more than I should have.”

“Oh my,” fretted Daisy, “you didn’t come close to dying, did you?”

“No, but let’s just say I got way more than I bargained for. Am I right, fellas?”

Her comment actually got a chuckle from Chrome and the cadets.

“And, was your sister mad at you?” continued Daisy.

“She was more upset that I had exposed her little secret. She’s a bit of an attention hog, after all. I mean, when your little sister surpasses you in certain areas, it’s a little embarrassing.”

“She sounds like a real egotist, if you ask me.”

“Well, yes and no, Daisy. That’s kind of the fine line my sister walks. Sure she was upset, but when she realized I’d have nothing that was going to fit when I came back in the fall, she made some changes to her schedule, and made me quite a few tops and bras.”

“Well that’s thoughtful,” smiled Daisy. “She took time away from her job to sew you stuff. Wish I could do that. Sew, I mean.”

“Oh no, making clothing is part of her job,” noted Sweetie Belle. “You ever been to Canterlot Carousel?”

“No. Does she work there?”

“She owns it, actually. It’s one of several boutiques she has in Equestria. She’s actually a very famous fashionista. In fact, she designed Princess Cadence’s wedding dress years ago.”

“Really?” chimed in Gold Dust. “I loved that dress when I was a little filly. I told my Mother I wanted one just like it when I got married someday.”

“Have you seen the royal exhibit here in the castle?” asked Sweetie. “They have the headdress from the wedding on display.”

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t know that. I wonder if it’s open during the dance. I’d love to see it!”

“Sweetie Belle was also in the wedding party,” said Chrome. “She and her friends were Princess Cadence’s flower fillies.”

“Really?” asked Daisy, “wow, you’re like a celebrity, Sweetie Belle!”

“Oh, come on,” blushed Sweetie Belle.

“And that dress you’re wearing, did your sister make it for you too?”

“She sure did.”

“Had me on pins and needles for weeks wondering when it would be done,” Chrome murmured under his breath.

“Oh wow,” said Daisy, “can you get up and show me how it looks?”

“Why don’t we save that for later?” noted Chrome, pointing to the waiters. “Looks like the main course is here.”

The table caught its breath for a second, as the empty salad plates were taken away, and each guest’s chosen entree was placed in front of them.

However, before they could continue, another pony came up wheeling a trolley that had bottles of champagne chilling on ice, and a number of glasses rattling underneath.

“Champagne?” she asked.

Everypony at the table nodded in agreement, and soon each member of the table had a full glass raised in a toast.

It was shortly after this that they all began to eat their meal.

“Oh wow,” said Daisy, still chewing her food. “This is really good! I can’t believe you cadets eat this stuff during training.”

Her comment was met with a laugh from all the cadets at the table.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I’m sure they don’t, Daisy,” said Gold Dust.

“She’s right,” said Chrome. “Everything on the menu is only for the event tonight. This stuff is too rich and expensive for us to have everyday.”

“Besides,” noted Daisy’s date, “if we ate like this all the time, the Captain would have us train twice as hard.”

There was a chortle of laughter from the cadets as they continued to eat.

“Yeah, this kind of stuff is good for special events,” noted Gold Dust’s date. “Not what you’d want to feed cadets on a daily basis if you want them to protect the castle.”

Daisy looked a little confused, trying to find some way out of her awkward situation, when her eyes fell back on Sweetie Belle’s chest.

“So, do your breasts produce milk?” she asked.

“Is Princess Twilight Sparkle the Princess of Friendship?”

“Um…yes?” asked Daisy, looking confused.

“That means yes,” said Sweetie Belle. “I was just making a joke.”

“Oh…okay,” smiled Daisy, trying to be polite but still not clear about what had been said. “Do you, produce a lot?”

Sweetie noted Gold Dust looking awkwardly around as the question was posed.

“Not really,” replied Sweetie, “but I need to be careful when I start to feel full.”

“Why?” asked Daisy.

“Let’s just say,” said Sweetie Belle, making eye contact with Chrome, “that I had an episode last winter, and I needed to go to the hospital.”

“But everything turned out okay, right?” asked Daisy, a look of concern on her face.

“Yes Daisy, as well as can be. I just needed to be ready to be, ‘taken care of,’ otherwise I could have a repeat of what happened.”

“Did it have something to do with your sister’s pills?” asked Daisy’s date.

“Yeah. Apparently, it was an unknown side effect of the overdose. Rarity never had that problem when she took them regularly. Because I overdosed, I produce, a-lot of milk, more than even a pony my own age should be making.”

“Have you ever drank your own milk?” asked Gold Dust’s date, before Gold Dust smacked him on the shoulder.

Even Chrome’s head turned quickly, the cadet directly in his sights.

“I see what you’re thinking,” said Sweetie, wagging her finger. “To answer one part of your question, no, I can’t lift my breasts to my mouth and suckle on them.”

The response brought a myriad of reactions. Chrome gulped, Gold Dust and Daisy May looked a little nervous, and Daisy’s date chuckled at Gold Dust’s date, who was blushing deep-red.

“And to answer the other part of your question, I have not drank my own milk. I’m not at all curious to know what it tastes like.”

“You know what?” asked Daisy. “That word suckle, just gave me an idea! See, I intern at Canterlot Hospital, and sometimes I visit the nursery. Oh you all should go sometimes and take a look through the big window, the newborn foals are so cute! I just wanna pinch their little cheeks-“

“Is there a point to this?” asked Daisy’s date.

“Of course there is,” she said, turning to Sweetie Belle. “Have you ever considered volunteering as a wet nurse?”

“I…have not,” noted Sweetie Belle, blushing slightly. “I mainly just go once a month to get drained.”

“Ooo, that sounds naughty,” said Daisy. “Do you even know what they do with your milk?”

“I just figured they dump it.”

“Well given the way you’re shaped and all, I think you’d make a wonderful wet-nurse.”

“Excuse me,” chimed in Gold Dust’s date, “but what is a wet-nurse?”

“Wet-nurses are ponies that care for babies, and feed them,” noted Daisy. “They’re used in cases where a foal might not be able to be provided for by a mother, or if the mother passes away. The hospital is always accepting help from voluntary wet-nurses.”

“Well, I mean I do produce milk, but I don’t think I’m ‘mother material,’” said Sweetie Belle. “I’m still a student, after all.”

“I really think you should give it a try,” said Daisy, opening her purse and pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. “Let me write down the number of a pony I know in the nursery at the hospital. She’s real easy to talk to, and can tell you more. I’ll even give you my number too in case you have any questions.”

She passed the piece of paper to Sweetie Belle, who reluctantly took it, and put it in her clutch.

“Okay,” said Sweetie Belle, “I’ll, think about it.”

“Besides, maybe with you being a wet-nurse, your breasts will get smaller.”

“That’s not going to happen,” noted Sweetie Belle.

“Why not?”

“It’s…complicated. Some sort of issue with my body and the pills affecting it. Like, I’ll go to the hospital when I start to feel full. Every time I’ve measured myself a few days later, I end up gaining at least half-an-inch.”

“Do you ever think you’ll stop growing?” asked Gold Dust’s date.

“Pretty sure that’s not going to happen.”

“Good thing you have a big strong cadet for a boyfriend,” giggled Daisy.

“Oh, Chrome’s not my boyfriend,” noted Sweetie Belle, “he’s just a good friend.”

Chrome was about to say something, but held his tongue as the servers had come to take away their entree plates.

Moments later, the dessert carts were wheeled out, and each of them was served their choice. Surprisingly, they had each chosen the white chocolate mousse, that was overlaid with fondant in the color of Princess Celestia’s mane.

Once they had finished their desserts, Gold Dust daintily wiped her lips.

“Well, I need to go powder my nose,” she declared “Sweetie Belle, Daisy May, care to join me?”

There were three washrooms designated for ponies, and each one had a line at their doors.

There was a pony attendant right outside each door to the washroom, keeping track of the occupancy limit and letting a pony go in for each one that came out. Soon enough, Daisy was waved through the door, leaving Sweetie and Gold Dust waiting their turn outside.

“Sweetie Belle, I just really, really want to apologize for Daisy May back there,” said Gold Dust, once the wash room door had closed. “Sometimes she’s…not-all-there, and sometimes says things that shouldn’t be said in the company of others.”

“It’s alright,” said Sweetie Belle. “To be honest, I’ve never really shared much about myself like that to others. And she really seemed curious, so I figured it might be a little fun to get a lot of that out in the open.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure Gold Dust, you don’t have to worry.”

It was then that two more ponies exited, and the door pony waved them in.

The washroom was ornately decorated, and there were a few ponies using the mirrors over the sink, touching up their makeup.

Sweetie Belle went into one of the stalls, and a few moments later, was at the mirror alongside Daisy and Gold Dust, checking her makeup.

“So girls,” said Daisy, as she spritzed herself with some perfume from her purse, “ready to dance your way into some cadet’s heart? Cuz I sure am!”

As they made their way back into the dining area, they found all three of their dates chattering away. They all quieted down as the three drew close.

“And what are you three boys talking about?” asked Daisy.

“Just, cadet-stuff,” noted Chrome. “Nothing big.”

“Ohhhh, I see,” said Gold Dust, wiggling her eyebrows.

Suddenly, there was a fanfare of trumpets that made almost everyone in the room jump.

“Do they have to do that every time?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Ladies and Gentlecolts,” came Shining Armor’s voice that carried over the crowd. “We hope you have enjoyed your meal. We will be opening the dance hall in 10 minutes.”

Author's Note

This was another chapter where the proposed layout just got thrown out the window.

Gold Dust and Daisy May were two made-up names that I wanted to just add some ponies Sweetie Belle could interact with, but I decided that I could do some Pinkie Pie-like introspections with Sweetie Belle, and make the meal into a very unexpected conversation about Sweetie Belle’s breasts, but the idea of the conversation was to make it somewhat tasteful, but not turn it….too lewd.