Applejack groaned, rubbing a hand down her face. “What did I drink last night?” She muttered to herself.

Her head pounded, and her chest felt heavy, though she didn't initially even understand why that was. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, and the farm girl’s eyes snapped open, staring up at the ceiling with a wide, terrified expression. Glancing nervously downward, the woman found that her murky memories were indeed correct, and that her breasts had indeed grown considerably.

They were even larger than the last time she had seen them, having evidently ballooned even larger over the course of the night as the milk ran its course. Nervously, as if seeing them would somehow make them real, Applejack pulled her blanket back to reveal her naked body. Dismissing the small irritation that came with having accidentally fallen asleep in the nude, Applejack marveled at how big her chest had gotten.

At first glance she seemed to be about the same size as Pinkie Pie at that moment, which was a hell of a step up considering how borderline flat she was only a day earlier. Dropping the blanket completely, Applejack looked up at the ceiling once more and stared off into space as worry and fear ran rampant through her mind. It took a firm shake of the head to dislodge those cloying thoughts, and she breathed deeply, setting herself to the task of simply getting ready for the day.

Only to be knocked back into bed the second she started to get up, as a sudden bolt of lightning shot up her spine. Even the feeling of the soft cloth blanket brushing against her nipples were akin to the pleasure she received from using the dildo she hid in her sock drawer. Lifting one hand, the girl carefully removed her bedding and placed it aside before gently sitting up on her bed.

“Okay Applejack lets take this slow,” She muttered to herself.

Turning her body sideways, Applejack tried to ignore the almost imperceptible sloshing sound that came from her pendulous breasts. Biting back a second moan, Applejack got out of bed and began to don her usual work clothes, only to stop when she got to her bra. The cloth prison was now way too small and Applejack remembered puberty well enough to know how painful it was to wear a bra that wasn't the right size.

After rummaging around in her drawer for the softest button up shirt she had, Applejack was about to throw it on when she stopped. Instead, she put it over her shoulder and moved over to the back of her door where a full body mirror was mounted. Looking herself over, Applejack concluded that she was indeed about the size of Pinkie Pie and was now one size down from Rarity who claimed a distant second in the size department.

The fact that Applejack was no longer part of the itty bitty titty committee didn't exactly bring her much joy however, and the woman frowned as she looked at her perky breasts. She went over the events of the previous night in her mind again, focusing on the very end, after Fluttershy had stopped molesting her. Apologies had been shared, and no hard feelings were had, but that didn't mean things just went back to normal right away.

Fluttershy’s milk had some clearly strange properties and together the two women had resolved to meet back up the next night. There they would discuss what to do, and what to say to Twilight once the weekend was over and the librarian returned from Canterlot. They were both sure that the magically inclined unicorn would know of a way to reverse the effects, or at least halt any continued growth.

Applejack had even mentioned that this may be an inadvertent boon for Fluttershy who may be able to market her milk. Fluttershy however didn't exactly seem enthused by this development and had simply forbade anyone from drinking any more of the stuff. Not like Applejack had planned to do so, even if there existed a small part of her that considered drinking just a little more.

For science, of course.

Shaking her head, Applejack clenched her jaw. I can't afford to drink so much as a single drop of that stuff. Not before we get Twilight to take a look at it and figure out if its effects are permanent anyway.

With her will all but steeled, Applejack carefully pulled the shirt over each arm and then gently attempted to guide the two halves so the shirt wouldn't brush against her nipples too much. Even still what little did happen was almost enough to knock Applejack to her knees and she barely managed to stay standing. Now breathing heavily, the farm girl placed her hand on the door and slowly built herself back up, taking her time.

Just as she was about to stand up once more she felt a sudden strain, and one of her hands went to her ass, noting that her pants felt tighter than they normally did. A brief touch was enough to tell the woman that something was wrong, and she turned her body sideways in order to get a better look in the mirror. It took a bit of wiggling, but eventually she managed to get a good view of her backside which was definitely larger than before.

Something that was quite distressing to the woman as yesterday she probably had the widest backside in Ponyville. Now that title was most assuredly hers, as she had the fattest ass she had ever seen in her entire life. Which included that porno mag she had inadvertently found under her brother’s bed when they were teenagers.

“I better not need to buy another new bed,” She muttered to herself as she eyed herself up in the mirror. “That last one had to be special ordered and I don't think I’ve got the bits to cover another one.”

The frown on her face slowly dissipated the long she stared however, and Applejack couldn't help but feel a bit of pride well in her chest. She had always been secretly quite proud of her ample posterior as it was one thing she had that others didn't. Now her curves almost evened out instead of leaving her bottom heavy, and Applejack considered what it may be like if she drank just a little bit more of Fluttershy’s milk.

The farm girl slapped her cheeks. “Your already as heavy as a pig after getting into the feed bin. You don't need to add any more weight to that overloaded frame of yours.”

“Although…” Applejack turned sideways, inspecting her quiet seductive figure in the mirror. “At least your now definitely bigger than Flatlight Sparkle and Washboard Dash.”

She gave her cheek another slap for good measure. “Now don't go thinking like that. There are more important things to get to. Like-”

Her rumbling stomach stopped her dead in her verbal tracks and Applejack blushed slightly, a hand going to her belly. “I guess breakfast is a good place to start. I am rather hungry,” She muttered to herself.

With a nod, she set out to get something more solid than milk into her stomach, walking out of her room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. A glance at the clock told Applejack that it was a little later than usual, and as such both Apple Bloom and Granny Smith had likely already eaten. The youngest apple was already no doubt playing with her friends by now while Granny Smith was either reading or knitting on the back porch.

“Big Macintosh, what are you still doing here?” Applejack asked after her gaze settled out on the large man who still sat at the table, a glass of orange juice in front of him.

“Didn't get much sleep,” He muttered dismissively.

Applejack shrugged. “Guess I can't blame ya there, I didn't exactly get a great sleep last night either.”

“Eeyup,” Droned Big Macintosh.

The farm girl trotted over to the counter where a few extra pieces of toast and a couple pancakes still sat on a mostly empty platter. Figuring she shouldn't waste any plates, Applejack grabbed the entire thing before making her way to the fridge only to stop mid way. The muscular male looked away the second Applejack glanced in his direction, alerting the woman to the fact that her assumption had been correct.

He had been definitely checking her out, his gaze having been firmly latched onto her ass up until a second ago. Shame and anger burned in her chest, only for those emotions to fizzle when two thoughts popped into mind.

He’s stared at me that way since we were teenagers but never so intensely before. It's disturbing but also makes me feel a little hot and bothered for some reason. I wonder what it would be like if he really grabbed my ass like Fluttershy did to my tits last night? Applejack thought only to swiftly shake her head and make her way over to the fridge. Why do I keep thinking about sex all the time?

Putting that thought out of her mind, Applejack opened the door to the fridge and gazed within, seeking out something to go with her toast and pancakes. Yet despite her searching Applejack couldn't find any juice, or even water, only milk remained, milk that had an odd, familiar smell to it. Inspecting the bottle revealed that it was indeed from Fluttershy herself, and that this particular bottle had been filled only a few days ago.

“Hey Mac, what happened to the normal milk and everything else for that matter?” Applejack called without turning around, head still half inside the fridge.

“Milk went stale, everything else ran out,” Big Macintosh replied simply.

Applejack frowned, and for a moment she considered drinking some of their well water only to remember the last time she had done that as a kid. Her hand touched the bottle of milk, and for a moment she considered taking a firm swig of the stuff only to swiftly place the cap back on the bottle. She wasn't sure who had left it open, but it hardly mattered, the temptation was gone, and now she could eat her breakfast.

Immediately after Applejack sat down her brother stood, downed the last of his orange juice and made for the door. “See ya out there,” He exclaimed before leaving without waiting for a response.

Applejack hardly even noticed his departure as her nipples had begun to ache fiercely and she was locked in a fight not to squeeze them in a poor attempt to relieve the pressure. After managing to resist that urge for a few seconds, the ache began to dull, though it never fully disappeared. It was at least enough to allow the woman to eat her breakfast in relative peace, only for things to go south the very second she finished.

Her body wanted to stand, to leave the milk and the house behind her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to do as such. Instead she stared at the fridge, mouth filling with saliva until she had to swallow it with an audible gulp.

“Don't do this,” she muttered to herself while slowly getting out of her seat.

Opening the door Applejack stared at the bottles of milk with barely contained desire, silently warring with herself. She knew it wasn't a good idea to drink them and that things would only get worse if she took so much as a sip, yet she couldn't turn away. Try as she might, the pony was like a moth to flame, and once she had set her sights on the prize, there was no way she would back down.

With a slow, shaky hand she reached for the first bottle of milk. “Just a sip. Yeah that's all just a single mouthful and I’ll get to work,” muttered the pony as she tossed aside the cap and tipped back the container.

Applejack wound up and punched a tree, causing a smattering of apples to fall from the branches, most of which landed in the baskets she had set out. It wasn't a lot, though the woman didn't worry about that right now as she had other concerns, namely her decision to drink more of Fluttershy’s milk only minutes earlier. Last night she had partaken out of curiosity and it had left her feeling more than a little angry with herself, even if that anger was negated somewhat by a lingering pleasure.

Now though? Now it was hard for her to even be angry with herself given just how amazing she felt at that exact moment.

A hand touched her breast, and for a moment Applejack thought about nothing other than how good it would be to drink more of Fluttershy’s milk. Between that and how incredibly good it felt to have her tits press against the inside of her shirt, the woman struggled to think of anything else. It was at that point that she realized the sloshing sound she had heard earlier wasn't coming from her tits but her stomach.

“How much did I end up drinking last night? Surely that can't all be from those few bottles I had a couple minutes ago.” Applejack whispered to herself, staring down at her chest. “No wonder I couldn't eat all those pancakes, my stomach was probably still full of milk.”

“Why did I do that again?” Applejack muttered aloud.

So preoccupied was the mare that she didn't even notice her brother staring at her from the corner of a nearby tree. His gaze was downright lecherous, though it still contained a small bit of curiosity with the male studying his sister closely. Each subtle movement was carefully observed, and within only a few minutes Big Macintosh already had a good idea of her new, more generous measurements.

Applejack noticed none of this, her gaze distant as she stared off into the clear blue sky, her thoughts consumed by pleasure. Pleasure that only grew even more potent when an errant breeze roughled her shirt, and caused her to double over. A hand placed against the tree kept her from toppling over completely and all at once Applejack realized why Fluttershy’s bra had been so thick.

The weight, the slight sloshing, the growing tightness from her shirt, it was all too much for the woman. Her every movement made them jiggle ever so slightly, bouncing and shifting beneath her shirt as if struggling against the fabric.

Biting her lip, Applejack tried to stifle the orgasm she felt coming but despite her attempt to will it away it still arrived. This time her quick reaction didn't save her and she really did collapse, falling breast first against the ground. The moan she had been stifling turned into a loud cry of pleasure, one so powerful Applejack had no hope of holding it back.

In desperation she rolled onto her back, chest heaving as her pussy continued to spasm, a wet spot slowly growing on the crotch of her pants. Her breasts were now incredibly hot, the two increasingly large orbs becoming heavier by the moment, yet in her post orgasm bliss Applejack hardly noticed that. Even the increasing tightness of her shirt or the sound of milk sloshing about inside of her tits barely even entered her mind

That was one of the best damn orgasms I’ve ever had and it was from falling onto my chest. Applejack panted to herself.

For several long seconds Applejack merely lay there staring up at the boughs of the apple tree and the sky beyond. She wondered what it would be like if she really indulged and the consequences that it may have on her body if she did. A sudden image of her breasts popping like overfilled balloons startled her out of her fantasizing however and she sat bolt upright.

“This definitely ain't right.” Applejack muttered firmly. “I gotta go to the hospital or something. They got that whole fancy magical ailments wing on account of the poison joke bloom last summer. I’m sure they could help me until Twilight came back.”

“You gonna finish those trees or what?” Shouted a male voice from somewhere nearby.

Applejack’s eyes narrowed and she hastily looked over at the couple dozen trees she had left for the day, silently considering whether to do them or not. They werent that numerous in her opinion, and Applejack knew it wouldn't take more than an hour or two to finish them up. She was locked in a quandary of whether or not to finish them before she went into town, only for her thoughts to be interrupted when her chest suddenly began to grow hot once more..

“Oh no. No! the milk from this morning hasn’t finished yet!.” Applejack hissed, her hands gripping her breasts tightly.

Yet despite her pleas her tits all but lurched forward, growing to the point that one of the buttons popped, shooting into a nearby bush and vanishing. Applejack couldn't help but realize that she didn't own a single shirt capable of containing her pert mammaries anymore. Worse yet her chest was heavier than ever before, having grown to the point that they felt like a pair of wagon wheels strapped to her front.

Her heaving bosoms were now physically weighing her down, the pendulous orbs sagging only ever so slightly. The woman’s nipples stood tall, as if beginning to be milked, sucked or otherwise played with. As she gazed down at her jigglingtits Applejack wondered if she were now bigger than even Rarity.

“No, bigger.” Applejack muttered as she gazed down on the ever expanding pair of breasts.

my bust is about the same size as my ass now. Thought the farm girl as she inspected her gaping cleavage. Speaking of which…

Applejack reached down and gripped her butt, instantly realizing that her assumption was correct, as her breasts werent the only part of her that had grown. “Oh come on.” She muttered bitterly to herself.

Her rage died the second a second breeze made her toes curl and her fingers to grip tight a handful of grass. She forcefully bit back a moan, and began to stand up, intent on going straight into town and getting help. That was until she heard the distinct flap of wings followed closely by the sound of a certain prismatic pegasus greeting her.

“Hey Applejack!” Shouted Rainbow Dash.

Thinking quickly, the farm girl reached down and grabbed one of the empty buckets of apples and used it to cover her chest, hiding her newly increased bust. There was more than enough room inside the basket, yet even still, it felt weirdly good to feel her breasts resting against the inside of the wood. Applejack tried not to think of just how much they jiggled and sloshed with even the tiniest movement and instead turned towards the sound of her friend’s voice.

Rainbow Dash touched down a few feet away, trotting slowly until she came to a full stop. “Hey A.J. Uh, why are you holding that all weird?” Asked the pegasus, who cocked her head slightly as she pointed to the other woman’s chest.

“Just hauling some uh pumpkins is all,” Applejack muttered, her shaky smile only growing even shakier when she felt her breasts grow to the point that her nipples brushed against the inside of the basket.

Already she could feel an orgasm beginning to creep up on her, and the urge to throw caution to the wind and begin chugging milk was growing stronger than ever. She could also feel her cheeks becoming flush, and the weight on her back was becoming enough to make even the well muscled woman want to fall forward. Worse still, Applejack worried what her friend might think, and what she may say to the others if they found out Applejack was now rivalling even Fluttershy in size.

“Hey did your ass get bigger?” Rainbow Dash asked, the top half of her body tilted to allow her to better stare at her friend’s butt.

“Uhhh…” Applejack stuttered, unable to muster some manner of convenient lie.

“And like even wider than normal?” Rainbow Dash added.

“N-no. These pants just shrunk in the wash,” Applejack replied, smiling awkwardly.

“You know for an Apple you sure are starting to look more like a pear,” Rainbow Dash remarked, smirking.

“What do you want anyway?” Applejack demanded brusquely, hoping her gruff response would hide the growing frustration she felt.

“Oh not much, I’ve just been trying to improve my circuit times,” Rainbow Dash explained, standing up straight. “I’ve been trying all the diets, and routines but nothing is working so I figured I’d come here and see if the strongest woman in Ponyville could give me a few helpful tips.”

Applejack hardly even heard what her friend just said as a particularly large bead of sweat had run down her neck, into her cleavage. Her mind whirled as she thought of all the insults that would be leveled against her if anyone found out. Worse yet people might start thinking she was as sexually promiscuous as people thought Fluttershy was. Granny Smith, Applebloom, Big Mac, would they start looking at her like she was a cow?

With tits like that you just know she's done porn. Rarity would whisper conspiratorily.

I wonder just how much money she's spent on getting surgery? No wonder the farm is always in trouble. Twilight would remark when she thought Applejack wasn't listening.

You think she might have had a kid in secret? It might explain at least ten pounds of those tits. Don’t know about the other forty. Rainbow Dash would remark with clear disdain in her voice.

The bead ran down her breast and bumped against Applejack’s nipple before running down the underside of her tit. Even that tiny sensation was enough to startle Applejack out of her reverie and her breasts sloshed audibly as she slumped over.

“Oh god yes,” Applejack muttered.

“What?” Rainbow Dash asked, leaning in closely. “What did you just say?”

“I meant breasts?” Applejack winced. “Uh yeah, I meant to say breasts. I bet if you trained with some bigger tits it would really help you out.”

Rainbow Dash scoffed. “You know I’m as flat as a board and it's not like I’m going to go out and get a boob job just for this.”

“Why don't you ask Hootershy? I’m sure she would tell you her secret if you asked nicely,” Applejack offered, wincing again when she realized she hadn't referred to Fluttershy by her actual name.

“Not cool Applejack. She doesn't like being called that.” Rainbow Dash frowned. “Though I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask her.”

“Err yeah, best of luck,” Applejack weakly exclaimed.

Rainbow Dash paused just after extending her wings. “Your sweating like a whole lot. Do you need a hand with those pumpkins?”

Applejack shook her head, trying desperately to conceal the fact that she was mere seconds from another powerfulorgasm. “N-no need. I got this.”

“Alright…” Rainbow Dash spared her friend one last glance, unaware that Applejack was orgasming right in front of her at that very moment.

With a shrug the pegasus turned and leapt into the sky, ascending rapidly and vanishing behind the treetops.

The second the pegasus was gone Applejack shuddered in pleasure, the wet stain on her crotch having grown so large that it was incredibly obvious. With a wet pop, Applejack pulled the bucket from her chest and tossed it aside, her hands going to her knees as she breathed heavily. For a moment she merely stood there panting, silently trying to figure out why she had changed in such a short amount of time.

She was supposed to be the element of honesty, yet she had told more lies in the last twelve hours then she had in the last few months. Worse still was the invasive images which constantly plagued her, turning her thoughts inevitably towards breasts and sex. It was enough to drive someone mad, and for a moment Applejack considered the possibility that she may indeed be going crazy.

“I need to get to town, to tell someone, anyone.” She muttered, sweat dripping down her body and soaking her shirt completely.

“Hey Applejack, I saved some milk for you!” Shouted Big Macintosh from somewhere nearby.

Applejack’s ears instantly perked up and the woman couldn't help but lick her lips in expectation of what was to come. With thoughts of milk came a familiar thirst which drove her to stumble forward, her nose twitching as she detected a whiff of the strange liquid. Her breasts jiggled and sloshed as she struggled to walk normally given just how heavy her breasts had now become.

“There ain't nothing left to drink, only the gallon or so of milk I pumped out of Fluttershy last night.” Applejack muttered to herself as she awkwardly plodded towards the barn and the source of her brother’s voice.

Each tit sashayed separately from her legs, threatening to throw her off balance. Each one was bigger than watermelons, or pumpkins for that matter and the incredible weight was slowing down even the burly Applejack. The strain compounded with the feeling of her shirt brushing against her nipples was enough to make her stumble, but was not enough to make her stop. The barn was in sight after all, and it wouldn't be long before the woman could finally quench her desperate thirst.

Apple Bloom paused and glanced out the window, a basketball tucked under one arm as she looked down. “Woah, Applejack looks so…. beautiful today. Her butt looks so thick and… is she holding pumpkins? I didn’t know we still had pumpkins on the farm… hmmmm. ”

With a shrug, the girl sipped her glass of milk and turned away from the strange scene, intent on finding her friends.

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