The sunlight hurt Chrome Shield’s eyes as he slowly opened them. Moving his head slightly, he winced at the feeling, as if somepony was squeezing his head in a vise. Peering towards the ceiling, the familiar view of the lighting fixture confirmed that he was at least in his own bedroom.

As he attempted to shift his body, it felt like something was weighing him down. The creaking of his bed seemed to confirm this, and looking towards his feet, he soon realized why.

From his chest down to his feet, he was still wearing the Royal Canterlot Armor he had on the night before. It’s weight was so heavy, that he could feel his body sinking deeper into the firm mattress he was resting on. Just then, a look of fear crossed his face.

Rising to a sitting position, he looked around the bedroom, and then breathed a sigh of relief seeing the armor’s helmet resting on the floor near his desk. The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble, or, get his friend who had loaned him the armor in trouble.

Rising to his feet, Chrome clanked on over to a full-length mirror, and began to carefully remove the rest of the armor. Fifteen minutes later, he was just about to remove the fauld from his waist, when a loud snoring sound was heard through the half-open doorway, leading to the living room.

Wiping sleep from his eyes, Chrome moved over to the doorway, and found himself becoming a bit more cognitive at what he was looking at.

Splayed out on one half of the living room sofa, were a shapely pair of legs, each encased in tan gauze. On the other half, was an enormous white breast as big as a beanbag chair, and capped with a dark grey nipple whose tip was as big as a coffee cup! Pooled down onto the floor next to it was it’s twin, which had fallen over during the night, but still attached to it’s owner.

This odd sight caused Chrome to blink his eyes in surprise, as he tried to think who this could be. Recalling the events of the night before, he had a vague memory of collapsing onto a bench with a pony named Sweetie Belle…but he couldn’t recall anything after that.

It can’t be her, he thought. She wasn’t even a quarter as big as the pony on the couch!

Chrome quickly removed the last of his armor, and after throwing on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, tiptoed out to the living room. Peering over the enormous breasts, he could see some curly tufts of pink and purple hair, confirming that this over-pumped pony really was Sweetie Belle! Noticing some ripped streams of gauze, he surmosed that her chest must have burst out of her costume while she slept.

As he wondered how this massive feat of growth was possible, he attempted to quietly wake her up.

“Sweetie Belle?” he said, whispering over her heaving bosom. “…Sweetie Belle?”

Getting no response, he maneuvered around her fallen mammary gland, and reaching out a hand, shook her shoulder.

“Sweetie Belle,” he said a little louder.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Go away, Rarity. It’s not a school day.”

“Sweetie Belle, wake up,” he said, shaking her shoulder harder, and watching her left nipple wobble in a rubbery fashion.

“Wh-what are y-AGH!!”

As she shifted slightly, Sweetie’s left breast slid down from it’s perch atop her upper-body. The added weight quickly pulled her off the sofa, causing her to fall on top of her over-bloated twins which smooshed out from under her body!

“OW!” she gasped, before her eyes began darting around the room. “Wait, where am I? Wh-what am I doing here!?”

“Easy, take it easy,” said Chrome, as her eyes alighted on him.

“S-stay back!” She shrieked, trying (and failing) to cover her chest. “Don’t touch me!”

“Sweetie Belle, it’s me, Chrome Shield.”

“…who?” she asked, before wincing. “Owww, my head!”

“I met you at the one party last night, remember? I…I pinkie-promised your friends I would watch out for you.”

A pair of dull-green eyes just stared at him, as Chrome could see the half-awake pony trying to process what she had just heard. A few moments later, Sweetie blinked her eyes and shook her head slowly.

”Okay-okay,” she said. “Just let me get up-oof!”

It appeared her half-awake plans weren’t working out, as Chrome saw Sweetie struggle to lift her enormous chest off the floor, but didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“Nnghn!” she moaned. “What is wrong!?”

“I think you’re a little too heavy,” he replied. “How-how is this even possible? I mean, I know you’re big but…I’ve never seen any pony like this. Is it some kind of allergic reaction-“

“I don’t know why this happened!” she snapped at him, as she winced again. “Ugh, my head!”

Figuring she was suffering from a hangover, Chrome rushed to the bathroom and the kitchen in his apartment. A few moments later, Sweetie Belle was gulping down some aspirin and water, before becoming very quiet. She then turned and looked the dark-blue stallion, who was doing his best to keep eye-contact with her.

“Chrome, I…I need your help.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I am a Cadet after all-“

“I need you to…to milk me.”

“…excuse me?”

“Something like this happened this summer, when I took my sister’s breast enhancement pills. I’m pretty sure I…just need to be milked. And, I can’t reach my nipples so…I need you to help me.”

“Umm, sure,” said Chrome. “Whatever you say-“

“But no funny business,” she quickly shot back. “You’re just doing this to help me.”

“Right-right-right,” he said. “However, since you’re too big to move to the bathroom, I guess we’ll have to milk you out here.”

Rushing back to the kitchen, Chrome began looking for anything that might hold enough milk. Soon, he had returned to Sweetie’s side with a few large pots. Next, he headed off to his bedroom and came back with some blankets and bedsheets.

“What are those for?” asked Sweetie.

“Just to keep you from getting milk on the floor,” he replied. “I figure these sheets will sop up any that doesn’t make it into the pots.”

Even though he was pretty strong, Chrome knew that Sweetie’s breasts were too heavy for him to lift. In a few moments, Chrome had Sweetie get behind her breasts, and assume a kneeling position. Then, with a gulp of air (and a throbbing deep in his loins), he began to push on her left breast, rolling it back towards it’s owner, and bring the enlarged nipple out from underneath.

After he had done the same with the right breast, Chrome tried to wedge the sheets under them as best as he could. Next, he positioned the largest pot he had under Sweetie’s left nipple.

“Okay,” he said, “I think we’re ready to do this. You feeling okay?”

“Mm-hm,” nodded Sweetie Belle, a somewhat unsure look crossing her face.

“Okay. Just, let me know if I’m hurting you.”

Chrome quickly took ahold of the over-sized nipple, surprised at how the sensation was causing him to get a little more excited. As he grasped a bit more firmly, he heard Sweetie Belle moan.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

“No,” she gasped. “I’ll…I’ll be fine.”

With her nipple firmly in his hand, Chrome began to tug. Feeling the smooth-but-thick flesh against his hands, he squeezed the protuberance as delicately as possible, but nothing was coming out. Grasping a little more firmly, he increased the tugging. After five minutes, he began to see results, as white liquid began to slowly issue forth from the tip.

Aiming down into the pot, Chrome gave a more forceful tug, and a small jet of milk squirted out!

“There we go,” he said. “Still doing alright?”

“Y-yes,” moaned Sweetie Belle. “Just…keep going.”

With her blessing, Chrome continued to tug, watching as the equivalent of a glass or two of liquid, was expelled into the pot with each heavy stream.

Pretty soon, it was almost filled to the brim, and grasping the pot by it’s handles, Chrome carefully made his way to the bathtub. After dumping the contents into the porcelain basin, he returned to Sweetie Belle. This time, he began to tug on her right nipple.

“Why, are you not continuing with the other one?” she asked.

“I figured this would be easier,” he replied. “That way I can make your breasts get back to an even size.”

“…oh,” pondered Sweetie Belle. “I…guess that makes sense.”

And so it went for awhile. Pot after pot of milk went from breast-to-bathtub. Slowly, it seemed to be working, as Chrome could swear that the grey nipples were getting easier to grasp onto, and the curve of Sweetie’s chest seemed to be receding.

As he looked up to Sweetie, Chrome couldn’t help but notice a strange expression on her face.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I…I think I need some water,” she said, taking a few deep breaths through her nose.

“Okay,” he said, and headed to the kitchen. A few moments later, he heard a deep gulping sound, and turned to see Sweetie struggling to reach the half-full pot of milk.

As he started walking over to her, a sickening sound eschewed forth from the large pony, and a mess of liquid spilled out of her mouth, and over her chest!

This quickened Chrome’s pace and he rushed to Sweetie’s side, with the glass…only to slip on a blanket, going down hard on the floor and spilling the glass of water.

“Mother feather!” he bellowed, as he struggled to get up, a throbbing pain in his elbow that had slammed into the floor.

“S-sorry,” Sweetie struggled to say, her eyes red with tears, and coughing.

The foul smell of her upchucking was slowly reaching Chrome’s nostrils. He quickly crawled over to the nearby windows, and threw them open.

As the cool morning air blew through the curtains, Chrome took the spilled glass back to the kitchen, refilled it, and handed it to Sweetie Belle. Next, he headed to the bathroom, and came back with a few towels. Finally, he brought Sweetie two medium-sized pots: one filled with water, the other empty.

“Wh-what are these for?” She asked, gulping down the water.

“Just, take a towel, and use the pot with water in it to clean off your chest,” he said. “You do that, and I’ll focus on what I’m doing.”

“Okay,” she said, blushing deeply. “Um, what is the other pot for?”

“Just in case you have more stuff to bring up.”

And so, the two got to work. Sweetie Belle did what she could using the water and towels, while Chrome continued his milking duties.

After what seemed like an hour of time, Sweetie Belle’s chest was soon back to normal size…give or take a few inches. The once enormous nipples were now easily tugged by a few fingers, and Chrome was soon surprised when his tugging produced no more milk.

“OW!” squeaked Sweetie, as he tugged harder.

“I guess you’re empty,” gulped Chrome.

“Yeah,” said Sweetie, slowly getting to her feet. “Um…mind if I use your shower?”

And that was how Chrome found himself handing Sweetie a pair of his shorts, his largest shirt and a jacket, as she went into the bathroom.

As he heard the water turn on, he turned on the kitchen stove and got some items out of he fridge. As he looked down, he gulped at the sight of his penis…which was almost peeking out of the right leg of his shorts, and as thick around as a summer sausage!

Got to stay calm, he told himself, as he started buttering some bread.

15 minutes later, Sweetie emerged from the bathroom, wearing Chrome’s shorts and his jacket, which looked pretty full of pony.

“I stuffed the gauze from my costume in your trash can,” she said. “Thanks for the clothes. Your shirt was too small, but I think your jacket will work.”

“Good to hear,” said Chrome, handing her a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich on it. “Hungry?”

“Mm-hm,” said Sweetie, grabbing up the offering and taking a big, cheesy bite. “Once again, I’m really sorry about all this. I’ve never had that happen after sleeping.”

“You mean you usually keep your liquor down?” smirked Chrome.

“Ho-ho, ve-ry funny,” said Sweetie, looking unamused. “I meant about my chest. Normally when I wake up, they’re the same size.”

“You might want to get that checked out,” replied Chrome, hiding his throbbing hard-on behind the small kitchen counter. “Maybe it had something to do with all the drinks you had last night. You don’t want that to happen in public-“

“I’ll take care of it,” snapped Sweetie Belle. “It’s my body, and-“

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a small alarm clock on the kitchen counter, and her eyes went wide.

“Applebloom and Scootaloo,” she gasped. “Sweet Celestia, they’re probably worried sick about me!”

Chrome then watched as Sweetie took 4 big bites and finished her sandwich, and rushed for the door. However, she hesitated, and turned to look back at the living room floor, and the mess that was still present.

“I can help you clean up,” she said, letting go of the doorhandle. “I mean, I caused most of the mess.”

“No, you should get back to your friends,” said Chrome. “I’ll take care of it. I’ve cleaned worse during training.”

“Aw, Thanks again fer being a nice stallion,” said Sweetie. “I’ll bring your clothes back in a few days. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

As she closed the door behind her, Chrome looked at the messy room, towards the closed door, and back down to his shorts where his cock was now straining to rip out of it’s confining prison.

“Guess a cold shower’s in order before cleaning this place up,” he sighed.

Taking a deep breath, he headed for the bathroom.

Once she had left Chrome’s apartment building, it took Sweetie Belle a few moments to realize where she was. Fortunately, she recognized several of the university’s landmarks not that far off in the distance.

10 minutes later, she had found the dorm, and gingerly made her way up to her floor.

She had made just one knock on the heavy wooden door, when it was flung open, and she was face-to-face with her friends, their frantic eyes taking her all in.

“Sweetie Belle!?”

Before she knew it, she had been pulled into the room, the door was shut behind her, and the questions began to fly.

Author's Note

This was one of those chapters that I had in mind for some time, and adds more mystery to what Rarity’s pills have done to Sweetie Belle’s body.

I was originally skeptical if I could come close to the word-count limit I set, but soon found it was relatively easy. The hard part was not making some story points get too over-explained at times. In some instances, I liked to assume the reader’s imagination can take over.

I was also unsure of the chapter title, but I’ll learn to live with it.