Curses and Blueberries

by MetalBrony20

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Fetish
Length: 2508

Lunar Shavings is a batpony, living in the Everfree with his wife Igny Ous Rocc. However he has an embarrassing secret, which results in inflation based shenanigans for the stallion.

Deep in the Everfree forest, there lives an unusual pair of ponies, one a batpony named Lunar Shavings, the other a cockatrice pony hybrid called Igny Ous Rocc. Whilst Igny is away shopping, Lunar is having a relaxing day at home. However, all is not what it seems, as he starts to succumb to a curse placed on him, resulting in expansive results.

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This story contains
Blueberry inflation
Flatulence (Farting)

Published 2020-06-11 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-11 21:30:01 UTC

Expanding your horizons

A cool wind blew through the twisted gnarled branches of several trees, lazily tugging at the leaves blanketing the top of each. Light lazily pierced through the expansive canopies of the great woodland, that was the Everfree forest. The chittering and buzzing of insects hummed quietly through the early evening, Celestia’s great orb of plasma beginning its descent down towards the western horizon, casting most areas in shadow. This place was one where most creatures never dared to enter, fearing it’s strange magics and hostile fauna and flora. It remained resistant to most normal forms of magic, weather generated here as wild and untamed, much like a majority of the animals inhabiting lush undergrowth. Great rivers and bogs, home to leviathan like monsters lurked around every corner. They hid under the rushing torrents of water, or in the foetid mud waiting for their prey. And yet, some still called this labyrinth of bark, stone, and water their home.

Sitting in a small clearing, a hill jutted up abruptly from the landscape, a well-maintained stone path winding its way up its gently curving topography. On the crest of the structure, stood a house. Considering it’s location, it was very nicely made, a mixture of wood and stone formed the majority building, with a slanted slate roof sitting proudly on top. It stood two stories tall, with a large garden in the front and back. Offset to the right side was a giant shed or garage, stretching nearly as tall as the main building was. Along the walls, great vines and crawling flora wove its way up the sides like a complex weave that had been partially untangled. A mixture of Everfree plants and more domestic flowers flanked the path as it snaked up to the front door, a small water feature pleasantly bubbling next to the patio.

On a small mailbox outside, two names had been painted on in wide, sweeping brush strokes: Lunar Shavings and Igny Ous Rocc. Currently, the front was open, with a male batpony inspecting it. His cool blue eyes gazed into the dark confines, the thin predatory slits darted around, looking for a hint of a package or letter. Unfortunately for him, it was still empty, like it had been for most of the day, and for the majority of the week. Lifting a crimson hoof, he shut the flap with a click. “Empty still. Come on, what’s taking them so long to deliver it…” Sighing, he about faced, trotting up to the open door, before disappearing back into the house. With a small flick of his rear hoof, he gave the door a shove, allowing it to close with a satisfying clunk. Gazing around, he spied a photo of himself and his wife on a nearby shelf, forelegs wrapped around each other in an embrace. They were sitting on a picnic blanket, facing the ocean, enjoying their honeymoon. Already, a smile blossomed on his face at the memory, his eyes lingering on his wife's smiling face for a second longer.

With a small flutter of his leathery wings Lunar cantered through his cozy living room, hooves padding on the tasteful coffee coloured carpet, before plopping himself down on a wide tan couch. Leaning back, he felt his lanky body sink into the plush material. Brushing a strand of his chestnut coloured hair out of his face, he picked up a small book he had left on the arm of the seat. It was one of the Daring Do novels, entitled ‘Daring Do and the Riddle of the Sphinx.’. Pulling out the bookmark, he continued from where he had left off, where the adventurous mare had just broken into the tomb beneath the ancient monument.

Just as he hoofed the next page, an odd gurgling noise cut through the air. Blinking, he looked down towards his thin stomach. A few seconds passed, with nothing happening. “Odd, I had lunch earlier, I can’t be that hungry…” Then he saw it. Close to his belly button, he watched as his velvety maroon skin began to darken. Slowly it turned from red and grew to a deep violet in colour. “Oh no… not now…”BLOOOORRRPPP!! He winced as another deep groan of his tummy rang out, his eyes widening as he watched his flat gut start to bulge outwards like a water balloon in a pot belly.
Lunar had a bit of an embarrassing secret. Whether it was a curse or some odd artifact placing some ancient magic on his body, every week or so an odd transformation occurred. One which turned his thin, normal pony frame into something akin to a house sized blueberry. Something he was keen not to let destroy his current abode.

Scrambling to his hooves, he watched and felt as a wave of pressure began to push outwards from his belly. Already, the purple colour had begun to seep through his body, tinting his barrel the same blue tincture. SLUSSSHHH! GLOOORRPP!! Gurgles of liquid filled the air as his body was slowly filled with litre after litre of juice. “I’ve got to get out, before I get too big…” He winced, feeling his stretched belly press into the arm of the couch as he clumsily pushed past.

Waddling slightly, he began to canter towards the back garden. His pace, however, was slowing as every second brought more of the burbling juice to his ballooning body. We whimpered as his once skinny plot bumped into a nearby cabinet, sending some souvenirs and pictures clattering over. Already his tushie had swollen more than twice its normal size, every clumsy step sending it sloshing and wobbling from the juice within. His cutie mark, a crescent moon with a star, stretched along with his widening plot. It had begun to distort and misshapen as his backside began to trap his tail between those globes. Desperate to not become trapped in his house, squeezed his way through an open door into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his bulging stomach brushed the side of one of the frames. By now, the invasive liquid had tinted his entire form purple, and had forced him to carry well over double the amount of weight it normally carried.

Lunar glanced down, watching in fascination as his upper forelegs swelled out, forming bingo wings as the weight caused them to sag over his knees, staggering him slightly. This was compounded as his now medicine ball sized tummy was pressing against his legs, pushing them apart, forcing him into an even more awkward waddle. As he rounded the corner, he spied the exit. Panting from the gallons of heavy juice sloshing through himself, he flapped his partially buried wings in an attempt to pick up the pace, causing several pieces of crockery to fall over from his stomping. 5 metres to go, and his butt had almost swallowed his tail. 3 metres to go, his wings were nearly submerged into his form. 1 metre to go, with an exasperated cry, he barreled into the door, using his weight to open it.

With a loud crash and crack, it flew open, letting the sun’s rays beat down on Lunar as he used the last of his momentum to force his rounded bulk through the door. Wigging his hooves, his plot oozed through the frame with a small pop. Skidding on the grass, he shifted his bulk, feeling his belly kiss the short blades below. A couple of seconds later, it fully pressed into the ground, immobilising him. Shifting his legs, he made a small attempt at moving, thwarted by rapid growth of juice inside.

GLLLOOORRPP!! With a burbling slosh, a new wave of fresh blueberry juice began to fill him up. Closing his eyes, he felt as he was gradually raised up as he continued to expand. As he blimped up, he watched as his body began to become progressively more spherical. His forelegs became sucked into the great orb his body was becoming, appendages sinking in as his eyes rose above the tops of the windows on the ground floor. His facial cheeks hadn’t been spared of the swelling, as both of them had swollen larger than tennis balls, with them pushing further and further into his peripheral vision.

By now, all that remained of his forelegs were a pair of small hooves, poking out of great divots of flesh, every second causing them to disappear that little bit more into the swell of blueberry he had become. This too had been mirrored by his wings, where large accordion-like folds had blanketed over them. As the orb continued it’s growth unabated, he glanced down the best he could, feeling his chin collide with a ring of flesh, pressed around his head like a rubber ring. By now, his head was one of the few things left on his rotund bulk that could show he was ever a pony, not just an oversized, sweet smelling orb of groaning, sloshing fluids.

As his ass cheeks each grew larger than the average stallion, he could feel the ‘flow’ begin to calm down, now that he was reaching his limit. With a small groan, he looked in the nearby window, watching his already massive cutie mark continue to stretch outwards, larger than a fully grown stallion. As his eyes drew level with the bedroom window, the growth finally petered out. In the span of only a few minutes, the lanky stallion had turned into the rough shape of a blueberry, larger than a train carriage, and significantly wider. Sloshing gently back and forth, Lunar felt a low, rumbling groan pass through him, travelling from his middle and flowing towards his swollen ass. Wincing, he braced himself as a low rolling BLOOOOORRPP and GUURGGLLEE pushed against his bottom.

PFFFFRRRRBBBBRRRTTTPPPP!!!! An eruption of gas exploded outward in a great cloud of heavy, sweet smelling fumes. Lunars entire body wobbled and sloshed from the force, his stretched blue body looking more like a stormy ocean for a moment as it rippled, further distorting his expanded cutie mark. He felt his buried tail leap out of the crevasse of his ass, fluttering like a flag in the breeze. The force was so great that he teetered forwards before the immense weight of his form caused him to rock back. A smattering of leaves landed on him, forcibly dislodged from multiple trees surrounding the garden by the gale force wind his fart had created.

“Lunar! Are you OK!” A shout came from below the immobilised Stallion, though he could not see the owner of the voice, he recognised them immediately.

“Igny, I’m… fine, I think…” He stuttered, embarrassed at his prestigious girth and at how deep his voice had grown from the sheer weight around his neck. He gasped slightly as Igny Ous placed a claw to the side of his gut, feeling it sink in, letting the blueberry filled body slosh and distort around the appendage as her arm sank up to her elbow.

“Still feels like a plush waterbed…” said in a near whisper. GRRRGGGGLLLL!!! Another angry grumble nastily rose, followed by a further blast of flatulence, the air now tinted a slight violet. “Sounds like this colossal gut needs some tender care.” Blushing, she leaned forward, spreading her forelegs out wide, before resting on the blue expanse of flesh. Gently, she began to move her arms around like, pushing deeply into Lunars mass, feeling the stallion’s massive reservoir of juice slosh with a loud BLLOOOOSSHH!!! Gradually, she made her way around his form, coaxing further toots and belches to explode out from the gassy blueberry.

Inside, Lunar was in heaven. Closing his eyes, he could feel the gentle touches of his chimeric wife massage into his roiling stomach, eliciting deep moans of pleasure. Every single jostle and movement of his immense form was accentuated through his sensitive stretched skin, causing his buried hooves to helplessly twitch from each grab and squeeze of his oversized mass. FRRRRPPPPBBBBTTT!!!! Mercifully, he could feel roiling gases trapped beginning to die down, as another blast of flatulence continued to pollute the air in the same near sickly sweet stench.. “Ooh, keep doing that. That feels sooooo good!” he sighed.

Bringing her claws away for a moment, Igny Ous glanced at them, feeling them covered in a spattering of sticky blueberry juice Lunar had sweated out. A quick lick of them confirmed the sweet tasting juice was genuine. “Well Lunar, I think it’s high time you shed all these gallons of sloshing, lapping, gurgling juice.” Spreading her hooves wide, she grasped the wide span of his gut, barely covering even a fraction of his immense size as she gave it a good squeeze. “As much as I love you, my gassy berry, you can’t exactly fit in the house right now.” The cockatrice pony cooed out, receiving a small confirming mumble in response.

“Good, now, let's get you into the garage, and start to juice you…” Leaning her entire weight into the sloshy, misshapen orb, it slowly began to roll. Lunar felt the bizarre feeling of having gallons of fluid roll himself, whilst he felt his gut squish into the cool grass. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling wash over him, as the sound a metal door being lifted was heard, the thin metal props squeaking and groaning as the giant door was raised, allowing the titanic batpony to be rolled in, his tender flesh pressing heavily into the concrete flooring.

“Now don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second!” She chuckled at her own joke, glancing at the nubs that were his submerged hooves. As equipment was being set up, Lunar was left to his own devices, wincing at the sound of clattering tubing and machinery humming to life. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as an immense glass storage tank had a thick pipe connected to it, Igny latching it on with a satisfying clack. A couple of seconds later, he felt his ass cheeks being pulled apart as a cool tube was inserted.

Igny Ous padded around the front of him, managing to scale up his front, coming face to face with Lunar. Cyan and Sapphire eyes met as they gazed at each other. Kissing him on the muzzle, the cockatrice hybrid produced a small remote, pressing the button in the centre. In a moment, there was a deep humming of machinery activating. “You ready to slim down big boy? I wonder how many tanks we can fill this time…” she mused, wrapping her forelegs around his neck.

“You know it Igny…” Relaxing, he thought how lucky he was to have Igny Ous, nopony would stay with somepony with a ‘condition’ like his. And yet, she was enamoured with his weekly transformation, even turning it into a business venture by selling it at the market. “I love you…” He weakly mumbled out, letting out a sharp gasp only moments later as the first litres were sucked out.