As Sweetie Belle made her way outside and towards her first class, her mouth opened wide in a great big yawn. Even though she had downed two cups of coffee before leaving the apartment, the wind tousling her curly hair blowing against her very full winter coat, still had her longing for the warmth of her bed back in the dorm.

Making her way to Star Swirl Hall, Sweetie magically pulled open the double-doors to allow proper clearance for her enlarged chest. Striding through the main entryway, she could feel a number of ponies staring at her, causing her to blush and quicken her pace to room A113.

The door was already open when she arrived, and looking around the room, she could see that it was much smaller than the larger lecture halls she had been in at the university so far.

Three tiered rows rose to the back wall, where a table with a projector was already sitting. On each row was a long desk with five chairs, neatly arranged for a grand total of 15 seats.

As Sweetie set down her backpack and put her coat on a chair in the front row, she heard a familiar pair of voices from down the hall.

“It’s going to be fine, Twilight,” said one voice. “Your syllabus makes perfect sense to me.”

“I don’t know Spike,” came a response. “I mean, it makes sense to us, but do you think these students will get it?”

“Of course they will. Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”

A moment later, a familiar purple alicorn entered the room, followed by a buff-yet-lanky young dragon, carrying a stack of items. There was an exchange of smiles among the three, before the princess and her assistant quickly put their things on the front desk and came over. Sweetie ponderously leaned over the front table, and gave each of them a hug.

“It is so good to see you again, Sweetie Belle,” smiled Twilight.

“I didn’t expect to be the first one here,” Sweetie replied. “I’m really eager to see what you got in store for the class.”

“Well, nothing too fancy. Just some advanced-level magic and history that Princess Celestia and I felt most students should know. So, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing okay,” said Sweetie Belle, sitting back down, her enormous bosom settling on the table in front of her.

“Um, Sweetie Belle,” noted Twilight. “Is that…comfortable?”

“I’ll be okay,” replied Sweetie Belle. “I just need to angle myself to take my notes, but it’s no problem.”

“Alright then, just let us know if you need anything. Come on Spike, let’s get set up.”

As Spike hurried to the projector in the back of the room, Twilight busied herself getting her desk organized. It didn’t take long for other students to file in through the door. While a few took a seat, several eagerly made a beeline for the Princess of Friendship. Some ponies were utterly starstruck, while several regaled Twilight with stories about how she had inspired them to study magic, leading to a few looks of “shocked modesty” from the instructor.

When Twilight pointed out the time, the fawning students quickly took their seats, and with a brief clearing of her throat, Twilight started the class.

“Good morning, everypony,” she said cheerfully, “And welcome to Advanced Magical Studies. My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I am the Princess of Friendship. Now I know that sounds like a lot, but you can just call me Twilight. I am perfectly comfortable with being known on a first-name basis. Oh, speaking of which, I better take roll-call. When I call out your name, just say, ‘here.’”

A few moments later as the names were being read off, Sweetie Belle was surprised to hear Twilight call out “Chrome Shield,” followed by a familiar voice. Turning around, she saw him sitting in a chair next to the projector, where Spike was carefully inserting slides.

It didn’t take Chrome long before he made eye-contact, and he waved to her. Shyly, she waved back, and almost missed hearing Twilight call her name.

“Well,” said Twilight, finishing off her checklist, “Now that that’s all taken care of, it’s time to hand out your syllabus.”

With a magenta sparkle of her horn, a paper appeared out of thin air before every student.

“Now that was a relatively low-key spell,” she continued. “Much of what we are going to focus on in this course, is not only understanding the history of magic in Equestria, but also apply advanced-level spell-casting. As you can see in your syllabus, I intend to break up this class into two segments. Starting today, I will be assigning a specific type of spell for you to work on. The first hour of each class from here on out, will have each of you meeting with me separately in my office down the hall to demonstrate your prowess. Each week the list will be randomized, so that each of you will be given a fair chance to go first. In the second half of each class, we will go over various portions of your book. Now bear in mind that I will not be grading on a curve, making this course a pass/fail. What we cover in your books will be on your mid-term and final, which will account for 50% of your grade. The other half will be determined by each week’s one-on-one with me. Is that clear?”

From around the room, came a number of positive responses and head nodding.

“Excellent! Now, if you will turn to the first page in your book, let’s start by going over the table of contents.”

Once the bell rang, Sweetie put her things in her backpack and slowly rose from her seat. As she attempted to make her way over to Twilight, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Chrome Shield leaning over the table behind her.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” he smiled.

“Same to you too,” she replied. “I didn’t expect to see you in Twilight’s class.”

“Oh, I heard some interesting things about it. Plus, my commander said that due to the advanced nature of the material, it can count the same as taking two courses, which can help me out in the cadet rankings.”

“That’s good to hear. Oh, excuse me, I need to talk to Twilight about something important.”

“Ok,” said Chrome. “Well, if you got some time before noon, I’ll be over in the Commons building reviewing some of my notes. See ya.”

As he headed out the door, Sweetie Belle bounced down to Twilight’s desk.

“So, how’d I do?” whispered Twilight. “I went over my notecards at least seven times before this morning.”

“Great as always,” smiled Sweetie Belle. “Say Twilight, remember that thing I talked to you in private about during Hearth’s Warming?”

“Of course I do.”

“And…did you ever find out if it was…doable?”

There was a short pause, as Twilight looked around the room, and saw a few more students who had not left yet.

“Why don’t we talk about that privately, in my office?” she said. “I have 30 minutes until I have to get back to Canterlot Castle for a meeting with Celestia and Cadence.”

“Sure,” replied Sweetie. “that works for me.”

“Great. Spike, can you please straighten up the room for us?”

“No problem,” said the dragon, collecting his slides and making his way down to the front.

A few moments later, Sweetie and Twilight were sitting in the small office, with the the huge pony’s chest over-filling her lap.

The office was pretty bare, except for some pictures and a few accolades. Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but smile, seeing some familiar pictures taken back in the day when she was a little filly in Ponyville.

“When it comes to your breasts,” said Twilight, shutting the door, “I find it better to discuss such matters in private. Can I get you something to drink?”

“No thanks,” said Sweetie. “I know the doctor in Ponyville said I shouldn’t use magic on them, but given you know so much about magic…is there any way to make my chest smaller?”

Quietly, Twilight took a seat behind her desk, as a nervous look passed over her face.

“Now I want you to know I took your request very seriously, Sweetie Belle,” she said. “Given the way you and Applebloom and Scootaloo would come to me for help, I wanted to do everything I could to help you, but…unfortunately, I’m afraid magic isn’t going to solve your...problems.”

“But what about reducing or shrinking spells?” asked Sweetie Belle. “I’m sure there are multiple ones that can be used.”

“Yes, and I spent time looking over almost every one I could find. But there are a number of factors regarding your growth that have to be taken into account.”

“Like what?”

“Well first of all, you’re still…developing. It’s like when Applebloom requested I use magic to give her a cutie mark a long time ago? There are some things that magic just can’t do when it comes to a pony’s body. And the other is, altering your breasts may lead to problems later on. There’s no guarantee that if your breasts were to be made smaller, your body might not try to overcompensate for the loss, and you’d swell even bigger.”

Sweetie shuddered a little at the mention. It was already cumbersome getting through doors, but the thought that she might gain greater immobility made her face falter.

“I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear, honey,” said Twilight. “I wish I could help, but, there are just too many variables at stake. You understand?”

“Yeah,” sighed Sweetie, looking down at her breasts. “I guess, as Rarity would say, ‘I’ve made my dress, and now I have to wear it.’”

Seeing the look in Sweetie’s big green eyes, Twilight walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I know this wasn’t what you had in mind when you took your sister’s pills, but don’t let this get you down. You’re still a smart young filly, and I’m eager to see what you can do in my class.”

The ample pony looked at the reassuring hand, before looking up at the face staring down at her.

“Thanks, Twilight,” sniffed Sweetie Belle.

It was then that there was a knock on the door.

“Twilight?” came Spike’s voice. “You’ve got fifteen minutes until your meeting at the castle.”

“Oh my gosh,” said Twilight, using her magic to throw open the door. “Be right there, Spike. I’m sorry Sweetie Belle, but I really have to run. Maybe we can talk more next week, okay?”

“O-“ started Sweetie, before Twilight rushed from the room, causing Spike to drop his stack of materials, “…kay.”

Walking across campus, Sweetie Belle tried not to dwell on what she had been told, but if a pony like Twilight cautioned against using magic, she wasn’t going to doubt her word.

The chill in the air had increased in the last few hours, causing her to make a beeline for the nearby commons.

Entering through the heavy wooden doors, she found much of the open area filled with all manner of ponies and stallions coming in for lunch, talking, or going over schoolwork. Things were made a little more complicated for Sweetie Belle, given her chest made her almost twice as wide as most of the walkways. She felt like even more of a freak in the cramped confines, watching all manner of students dodging her body.

Hey, Sweetie Belle,” rang out a voice.

The fact that someone had said her name caused her to shockingly turn towards a raised area, where she saw Chrome Shield waving to her.

“Hey, you came,” he smiled. “I got an extra seat up here.”

“Oh,” she said, coming up to him. “Hi, um, actually, I just needed to take a little break. It’s gotten colder out there.”

“They do say it can get chilly in the winter months up here in the mountains,” said Chrome, looking over his notes, before seeing her looking a little lost in thought. “Something wrong?”

“No-no, just…got a little, something on my mind.”

“Well, want to talk about it?”

“It’s…personal.”

“Oh, alright,” respond Chrome. “Hey, how about I get you something to drink, since you spotted me for lunch after th-that one time? They’re having a special over at the drink stand on milkshake-oh, sorry, hope you didn’t take that as-“

“You know what?” responded Sweetie. “Why not? Maybe, a milkshake is just what I need right now.”

“Alright,” said Chrome getting up. “Oh, hope you don’t mind, but I also need to head over to Canterlot Castle to report for training. Would you…care to go for a little walk?”

A short time later, Sweetie was taking a long slurp of a vanilla/strawberry swirl shake, as she and Chrome headed towards Canterlot Castle.

Even though Sweetie had complained about the cold weather, she and Chrome had plenty to talk about on their walk. The conversation mostly consisted of them discussing what Twilight had gone over in class, along with the first magical assignment to be completed in a week. Sweetie Belle had even let slip how Twilight had tutored her a long time ago, leading Chrome to hold his tongue on questioning her, given how well the talk about her sister Rarity had gone a few months back.

As they approached the castle’s entrance for the cadets, Sweetie saw one buff stallion outside the doors look at her, before he gave her a lusty whistle.

“Say now, whatcha got there, Chrome-dome?” he smiled. “Oh wait, I’ve heard about you. You’re that big pony on campus. What’s your name, sugar-tits?”

“Hey,” said Chrome stepping forward, “watch your mouth Brawny-“

“Or what? Hey sugar-tits, why not come by my place this evening for a little…fun? You look like you know how to have fun with those babies-“

“I said, watch your damn-“

“Cadet Shield! Cadet Brunt!” came a hefty shout from a mustached stallion who appeared at the entryway. “Get your lazy plots in here and sign in, on the double!!”

“SIR YES SIR!!” replied both of the cadets in unison.

As he headed through the doorway, Brawny blew Sweetie Belle a kiss and winked at her. Chrome was about to follow, but turned to face the blushing filly.

“Just ignore him,” he said. “I know you’re not…like that. I’ll teach him a few manners about-“

“No,” replied Sweetie. “Look I…I don’t want you to get in any trou-“

“Cadet Shield! Three seconds!!”

Chrome quickly nodded, and rushed through the doors, leaving Sweetie Belle standing there, taking a long sip on her straw as the door shut behind Chrome.

As she made her way back to campus, a small smile played across her lips, thinking about how Chrome had defended her from his uncouth comrade.

Author's Note

Like most chapters, this one had me struggling to figure out a direction. It took me a few tries before I figured out where it was going.

Giving Twilight a small class made sense to me, since she would want to make sure that the students would have the proper time and attention. It was also one of the few times I’ve brought Spike into a story, though as a more teenage dragon, but still pretty helpful to Twilight.

Some may probably wonder why I haven’t made more of a big deal about Sweetie Belle’s chest and how she’s treated on campus. Given I’m limiting each chapter around 2500 words, I’ve dropped bits explaining about some looks and reactions, given she is the largest filly around, but she does try to not make too much out of it...though as we see here, she does wish she hadn’t gotten so big.

I do like that idea of a girl not being totally into having a big chest. Most girls would feel self-conscious, and only a handful would probably find being so large to be “a good thing,” at least accordin to most male-authored fanfiction stories.

I like to think I’m one of the exceptions.