Chapters Fluttershy silently cursed under her breath, her hooves stopping just after she passed over the threshold of the barn, a hand bracing against the half open door. The girl breathed heavily, one arm cupped under the massive orbs barely contained by her shirt, while the other kept her from toppling forward. Pain coursed up her back, and worse still her wings ached from being used to just keep her upright for so long. Something she had grown used to as her breasts were so large that she needed her feathery appendages just to stay standing.
Which was understandable given the fact that her breasts were larger then even a healthy pair of watermelons, and had swelled so large that her comfortable pink sweatshirt now revealed her midriff. Other than that the girl’s proportions were normal, even a little average in places, though she did have more fat then she liked. The only other exceptional part about her were her long shapely legs which were mostly hidden by a long blue skirt.
Sweat matted Fluttershy’s forehead and ran down her face. “J-just a second,” She muttered.
Applejack stopped and turned around, eying her friend carefully as the pegasus struggled to regain her breath. The farmer’s attention instantly went to the other woman’s breasts which had two wet circles at the center of them. Circles which were growing larger with each passing second, threatening to soak her sweatshirt entirely if they didn't move quickly.
“Take yer time Fluttershy. I still have that extra shirt you brought over last time,” Applejack remarked with a soft smile.
Fluttershy’s shoulders slumped, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness. I did not want to walk across town all wet.”
Applejack smiled, and nodded. “I’ll get things set up in the meantime. You just go ahead and take a moment to breath.”
Fluttershy smiled back. “Thank you Applejack.”
The farm pony tipped her hat and was about to turn away when she caught sight of the other woman’s cutie mark. The three distinctive drops of milk could be seen poking out from the lip of Fluttershy’s skirt, signifying the woman’s almost unnatural ability to produce milk. Tearing her gaze away from her friend’s side, Applejack trotted over to the usual stall wherein she had stored the custom milking equipment.
The second after she stepped fully into the stall Applejack caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror she had stored near the back. The woman who looked back at her appeared to be the same as usual and she wore the work jeans and loose plaid shirt that she always did. Though not nearly as large as Fluttershy, her chest was only about average, which made sense as she was more athletic than the normal person and was quite well muscled.
The only thing Applejack had that could compete for the stares of passing men and women was her considerable backside, but Applejack didn't want to think about that right now. Pushing off that thought, the farm girl prepped the machine, hooked it up to the large glass container and placed the chair in the right spot. With everything ready, Applejack took a step back and waited for Fluttershy’s arrival, something that didn't take long.
Stepping gingerly into the stall, Fluttershy silently sat in the specially built seat, one that would appear to be backwards to the average viewer. This was due to the front of it being built with two holders designed to accommodate Fluttershy’s massive breasts thus taking the weight off the poor girl’s back. Wiggling into place, Fluttershy sighed contentedly, her wings folding against her side and being allowed to rest for the first time in over an hour.
Applejack leaned against a nearby post, knowing full well that it would take a few minutes for the large chested woman to muster the nerve to reveal herself in such an intimate manner. As she watched, Fluttershy looked down at herself, her hands gripping the edge of her shirt only to wince. A small sign of her displeasure was fairly normal, but the tears which built at the edge of her eyes were not and Applejack quickly stepped forward.
“What's wrong?” She asked.
“I-its nothing,” Fluttershy muttered.
“It ain't nothing,” Applejack declared firmly. “So ya might as well tell me.”
For a moment it seemed like Fluttershy was going to keep resisting, only for the girl to sigh and her shoulders to slump. “Someone said ‘Fluttershy can hardly fly’ when I was walking over here,” Fluttershy whispered, head hung low. “I don't know who it was, or how they knew about it but it reminded me of flight school all over again.”
Applejack’s blood immediately began to boil, and she immediately remembered the last time someone had uttered such an insult in her presence. It had been a while, but Applejack still recalled that event as clear as day, from the words that left Gilda’s mouth to the way it affected Fluttershy. Applejack also remembered that Gilda had followed up that particular barb by reminding everyone that Fluttershy couldn't even hover due to the sheer weight attached to her chest.
Applejack sighed, and kneeled down next to her friend, placing a hand on the other woman’s leg. “I know it sucks but you can't let those jerks get to you. It ain't like any of this is your fault anyway.”
Fluttershy sniffed, and put a hand over Applejack’s squeezing it tightly. “I know, but it just sounded so much like Pinkie Pie that I couldn't help but remember all those terrible jokes she always makes about me,” Fluttershy whispered.
Again, Applejack couldn't help but recall exactly what Fluttershy was talking about, the image of Pinkie Pie popping unbidden into her mind.
“What do you call the space between Fluttershy’s tits?” Pinkie Pie had asked, already grinning.
“I don't know, what?” Replied Twilight Sparkle.
“Silicon Valley!” Pinkie Pie yelled, arms raised triumphantly.
Applejack’s frown deepened as she remembered the round of hearty laughter that came from just about all of their friends. Fluttershy, Applejack and Rainbow Dash had remained silent, but even still, Applejack could tell that her other winged friend was suppressing a giggle. The most enraging part of it all had been how Rarity had followed up the mean spirited joke by remarking offhandedly about Fluttershy’s apparent sexual promiscuity.
“I know they ain't the nicest when it comes to that kind of thing, but ya gotta remember that its mostly coming from a place of jealousy,” Applejack whispered, giving Fluttershy’s leg a gentle squeeze. “I know that both Rarity and Twilight feel that way. Why it wasn't so long ago that Twilight had tried to borrow some of your size with that fancy spell of hers.”
Fluttershy sighed. “I know, and despite it being for a selfish reason it was nice of her to try. Even if she was convinced that I had somehow used magic to make myself bigger than everyone else.”
“She really said that?” Applejack asked.
The winged woman nodded slowly. “Oh why does my special talent have to be making milk? If only it was something else then I could get rid of them with magic or surgery. As it stands right now nothing helps except getting milked like a...”
Applejack turned her hand and interlocked her fingers with Fluttershy’s. “You are not a cow, or an animal. You are a person that deserves to be treated with respect and dignity. At least you have Rainbow Dash and I on your side.”
Fluttershy smiled faintly. “Rainbow means well but I see the way she looks at me sometimes.”
The farmer winced when she remembered a drunk Rainbow Dash admitting that she thinks Fluttershy would be happier simply falling asleep on her own massive tits rather than having to deal with her own life. “I suppose that’s to be expected considering just how flat she is.” Applejack murmured half heartedly.
“I guess,” Fluttershy whispered absently.
The pair sat in silence, Applejack’s thoughts consumed by the various slights her friends had leveled towards Fluttershy over the years. While Fluttershy herself stared off into space, silently grappling with her own fears, demons and strange unwelcome pleasure.
“Do you remember what it was like before you put in these holders?” Fluttershy asked suddenly.
Applejack blinked and nodded, remembering well how long the other girl’s tits had dangled before Applejack had changed that. “They nearly touched the ground, they were so swollen and big.”
Fluttershy sighed. “It's only gotten worse.”
Wincing, Applejack nervously unclasped her hand and took a step back. “I should probably get the machine ready for you then. We wouldn't want them to get any bigger now would we?”
A brief moment of hesitation passed over Fluttershy’s features before the pegasus nodded eagerly. “Right, of course. We wouldn't want a repeat of last week after all.”
Applejack pretended not to hear the slight tremor of temptation in the other girl’s words and instead busied herself warming up the large suction cups and giving Fluttershy the space she needed. Though it took a minute of building up to it, Fluttershy managed to discard her sweatshirt, and begin undoing the three heavy steel rings she used to keep her bra on. While this happened Applejack did her best to keep her gaze averted from the other girl’s form, but ultimately couldn't resist stealing a glance over her shoulder.
“Woah, that's a thick bra,” Applejack whispered to herself before hastily turning her head, trying to bury her thoughts quickly lest she be consumed by them.
Yet try as she might, Applejack couldn't help but lick her lips unconsciously, her entire body standing rock steady as she thought about Fluttershy’s body. From the impossibly perky breasts and pert, erect nipples, to the awkward nervousness that exuded from Fluttershy whenever she was visibly aroused. Every last thing about her only served to turn Applejack on even more, and it took a nervous cough to break Applejack from her reverie.
“Oh right,” She muttered.
Applejack gripped the pair of large cups and turned around, silently bracing herself for what she knew was coming. Even still, Applejack found herself struck by just how huge, and perfect the other girl’s breasts were. The small trickle of milk which dribbled from her breasts made Applejack feel a hunger begin to rise deep within her.
Even the pair of wooden holders Applejack had attached to the end of the chair made Fluttershy’s tits seem more enticing. It looked almost like they were being served up on a platter, ready for Applejack to dive in at a moment’s notice. It took a surprising amount of willpower, but Applejack eventually managed to tear her gaze from the other girl’s chest once more.
“H-here,” Applejack whispered, hands extended.
“T-thanks,” Fluttershy whispered back, awkwardly taking the cups from Applejack and placing them over her nipples.
Turning around, Applejack flicked on the machine, setting the dial to a relatively low speed, knowing full well that Fluttershy couldn't handle anything more powerful. Not without almost orgasming in the chair which is what had happened the first time they had done this. For a moment Applejack considered bringing up that embarrassing incident only to quickly push down that urge. The last time she had brought up the ever growing damp spot Fluttershy left behind things hadn't gone well, and Applejack didn't want a repeat of that event.
She knew Fluttershy hated her breasts almost as much as she loved them, and bringing them up at all, nevermind while she was being milked, was not a good idea. With little else to do, Applejack stood there awkwardly, doing her best to ignore the half stifled moans and small whines of pleasure that came from behind her. For a moment they grew louder, and Applejack silently wondered if her friend’s cries were getting more unashamed as time went on, as it sure sounded like it.
Eventually Applejack could take the silence no longer and she awkwardly turned back around, desperate to talk about anything at all lest her mind continue to wander into strange territory.
“Is the pressure okay?” Applejack asked weakly.
Fluttershy nodded. “Y-yes. It's f-f-fine.” She stuttered, hands pressed atop her breasts.
Applejack opened her mouth to speak only to find herself transfixed by the milk which flowed from her friend’s tits and into the machine. The sheer amount of white liquid was incredible, the stream constant and yet somehow Fluttershy’s breasts remained bigger then most pumpkins Applejack had seen before. It wasn't long until Applejack was once more forced to shift her gaze away from Fluttershy’s breasts and instead focus on the woman’s blushing face.
“It didn't get too bad during the day, did it?” Applejack asked weakly.
Fluttershy shook her head. “N-no. The milkings have really h-helped.”
“Oh well that's great! It's a good thing we’ve changed it to every day then.” Applejack remarked offhandedly, the woman only barely resisting the urge to stare at her friend’s chest yet again.
“Y-yeah,” Fluttershy bit her lip, silently stifling a moan. “At least now if a dragon comes into town I’ll be able to waddle away instead of weighing you girls down.”
“You didn't weigh us down, we just…” Applejack felt her retort die on her lips, the farm girl unable to properly refute what her friend had said in the face of her milk filled melons.
“I am heavy. I’m so heavy,” Fluttershy stated firmly. “Just like when I couldn't help with the wedding because the swelling got so bad I was stuck in a wheelchair. Or how I couldn't help Cloudsdale with the water because I can't fly and-”
Applejack stepped forward and placed a finger to the other woman’s lips, stopping her before she could get too worked up. “I know you haven't always been able to help us as much as you would like to be able to, but that doesn't make you any less of an element of harmony,” Applejack retorted pointedly.
Fluttershy’s shoulders slumped. “I know but sometimes it just feels like I’m too big to...”
Live? Applejack thought only to silently curse herself for even thinking such a dark thought.
“Fit in,” Fluttershy finished.
“All we can ever do is our best.” Applejack began, trying to smile “Besides, you’ve helped save the entire world several times Fluttershy. You’re already a hero a dozen times over as far as I am concerned.”
Back when you could walk for ten minutes without needing to take a rest. Applejack thought to herself.
“R-really?” Fluttershy asked nervously, the girl peeking up at her friend from between a crack in her hair which had fallen over her face.
Applejack smiled. “Would I lie to you?” The farm pony declared, ignoring the part of her which burned with shame at having done just that to her friend. In reality, Applejack knew very well that Fluttershy was simply too large, too heavy, and usually too horny to assist them in their adventures.
Fluttershy shook her head. “Oh Applejack. S-sometimes it feels like your my only true friend.”
This time it was Applejack’s turn to blush and she took an awkward step back, rubbing the back of her neck as she felt the shame of her guilt wash over her. “Aww shucks Fluttershy. Yer makin me blush,” Applejack muttered.
Fluttershy giggled. “Don't worry Applejack, it only makes you cuter.”
Applejack looked down only to realize that the flow of milk had all but stopped. “Oh right, gimme a second.”
That was what, about twenty minutes? Last month, it only took seventeen and the month before that was just fifteen minutes in the chair. She’s making more than ever . Applejack thought to herself, one eye glancing at the clock which hung over the door to the barn.
The farm girl spun around and hastily turned off the machine, only for a strange thought to suddenly enter her mind, interrupting her usual routine. For a moment Applejack thought of what it would be like if Fluttershy accepted her fate and all but became the cow she was seemingly destined to be. Applejack would be able to keep her here all day, making her grow larger and larger until Fluttershy no longer fit inside the barn.
How long would it take for her moans to turn into screams, could she keep growing forever, or did she have some limit? Applejack pondered to herself, imagining just how huge Fluttershy might grow over the course of another month or two.
Shaking her head, Applejack turned back around just as Fluttershy had begun to don her beige bra once more. The pegasus struggled with the peice of cloth not only due to its sheer size, but also because of how aroused just putting it on made her become. With the winged woman’s mammaries no longer distracting her, Applejack quickly put away the machine.
Once that was done she glanced over at the enormous and nearly full container of milk and made a note to use it as part of the fertilizer at the next opportunity. After all, it wasn't like there was much else she could do with it, especially considering Granny Smith’s dire warning on the subject.
“How do ya feel?” Applejack asked as Fluttershy donned her sweatshirt, the clothing covering the entirety of her torso once again.
“Better, ” Fluttershy replied, stumbling into a stand. “T-thank you.”
Applejack was there with a helping hand and soon the tall pegasus was upright once more, though Applejack noted that the other woman’s chest was barely any smaller. “There ya are,” Applejack muttered.
Fluttershy nodded, and was about to speak when her ears perked up and she turned to the door where Big Macintosh stood, a cup of coffee in one hand. “Oh Big Mac, what wonderful timing.” Fluttershy exclaimed.
Applejack nodded. “As usual your right on the money.”
The tall, muscular man strode confidently into the room, and extended his left hand. “Eeyup. Coffee?” He offered.
“Three creams, three sugars right?” Fluttershy asked.
Big Macintosh nodded.
The pegasus smiled and took the offered cup, sipping at it eagerly before placing it atop a post. “Thank you very much. This is just what I needed.”
“What, you’ll bring Fluttershy a drink but not your own sister?” Applejack teased.
Big Macintosh wasn't falling for it though and merely rolled his eyes.
“Thanks for putting the pot on. I’ll grab some in a minute here,” Applejack declared.
Big Macintosh nodded slowly and turned back toward the door, silently glad that neither woman had noticed the erection his work jeans barely contained. The light jacket he had thrown on had evidently helped in that regard, as the long peice of cloth partially covered his crotch. Even still, he genuinely worried that his cock may tear free of its cloth prison while he was in the buxom woman’s presence.
Fluttershy turned to watch the large man leave, only for her breasts to knock the coffee cup from atop its resting place after having taken only a single sip from it. The hot liquid splashed across the ground, wasting nearly the entire cup, yet Fluttershy didn't even notice as her entire body was wracked with a sudden and intense orgasm. Applejack for her part merely stood off to the side noting to herself that the large breasted woman was seemingly growing clumsier by the day.
“I’m the only one in the world who is this big,” Fluttershy whispered quietly to herself, “The only one.”
“I think I forgot to unplug the machine, I’ll be right back. After that I’ll walk you home,” Applejack announced.
“Oh y-you don't have to do that,” Exclaimed Fluttershy weakly. “I can at least still walk home by myself without help.”
Applejack merely waved off the other woman’s concern. “Nonsense, the old jeans are getting a little tight, and I gotta work some of it off if I’m going to have any hope of squeezing back into em tomorrow.”
Besides, I don't want you to fall over and not be able to get back up again because you swell up with milk so darn fast. Applejack thought to herself.
Fluttershy smiled hesitantly, watching as her friend disappeared into the stall, hands clasped tightly together.
It didn't take long for Applejack to unplug the machine, though something made her stop before turning back around again. She had caught a whiff of milk which leaked from one of the cups dangling over the side of the machine. Suddenly the hunger that had slowly been building within her came roaring back and Applejack couldn't help but lick her lips.
A thirst the likes of which she had never experienced before gripped her, and on impulse she grabbed the now empty coffee cup Fluttershy had set aside. In a swift movement she placed it beneath the emergency release valve, plugged the machine back in and was about to fill the cup before stopping herself. Something kept her from activating it, something that made her really think about what she had been about to do.
Then suddenly, Granny Smith’s warning came unbidden to her mind. That milk just ain't right. You had better use that stuff for fertilizer and fertilizer only ya hear me? She had said.
The older woman had been sterner then usual, and for a moment Applejack wondered if what she was doing was really a good idea. In the end the woman’s curiosity had grown too much over the past few months and she simply had to know what it tasted like. Flicking the reverse switch caused her cup to rapidly fill with milk, and Applejack hastily turned it off before it could overflow.
“Is everything okay?” Asked Fluttershy.
“It's fine, it's just uh, nothing,” Applejack shouted back, too focused on drinking more of the delicious milk to even think straight.
“Okay then.” Fluttershy murmured, taking a step back.
Applejack didn know why she was suddenly so obsessed with drinking Fluttershy’s milk but at the moment she didn't care to think about the why of it all. Obscured by the high walls of the stall, Applejack placed the cup to her lips and took a slow, tentative sip in secret. The warm liquid cascaded over her tongue, coating the inside of Applejack’s mouth before sliding down her throat.
Her next sip became a hasty gulp, with Applejack barely even tasting it before she filled her mouth with another mouthful of the stuff. Warmth immediately radiated from her throat, filling the woman with an unsettling feeling that was matched only by the odd taste it left behind. Though undeniably good there was also a strange secondary flavor, one that Applejack couldn't quite place at the moment.
All she knew was that it was the best thing she had ever drank in her entire life and it took every scrap of willpower she had not to fill her cup again and again. Stumbling back a step, Applejack awkwardly put the mug down before bracing one hand against the wall and the other against her stomach. To where the heat which had been radiating from her stomach had slowly shifted, spreading until it focused completely on her breasts.
Applejack’s shirt grew tight, her bra creaking as if struggling to contain her new growth, and yet that wasn't what concerned the woman. What really made Applejack begin to worry was the secondary heat which had begun to bloom from between her legs. Growing until it became a flame that burned hotter than even the incredibly wonderful sensations originating from her enormous tits.
A gasp made Applejack turn to where Fluttershy stared at her with wide eyes. “Applejack, your breasts!” She shouted in shock.
Applejack gaped silently as she looked down at her growing mammaries, noting the pressure that had already begun to build within them. “Oh wow, would you look at that.” She muttered dumbly, her hands softly gripping the enormous orbs.
The farm girl gasped a second later when she felt her friend's fingers grip her breasts as well, squeezing them gently and drawing a moan from Applejack’s lips. Her knees quaked, her legs began to feel weak and all at once Applejack felt an intense urge to orgasm right then and there. Her hands went to her breasts, and for a moment she tried to pull Fluttershy’s fingers off of her, only for her orgasm to arrive and leave her unable to do much of anything but shudder in ecstasy.
While this happened, Fluttershy simply looked on with wide eyes, unable to resist the urge to grope her friend's growing breasts. The feeling of the soft flesh beneath her tender digits made the winged woman’s pussy quiver and a bolt of pleasure surge through her. Fluttershy knew what she was doing was wrong and that she shouldn't be doing this yet she couldn't stop herself.
She just stood there, staring as Applejack orgasmed right in front of her, hands squeezing tight the other woman’s perfect tits.
Looking on through the thin crack in the door, Big Macintosh’s eyes went wide and his erection twitched needfully between his legs.
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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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Fluttershy crept ever closer to the barn, her head constantly turning left and right, causing her breasts to slosh audibly each time she did. With one hand pressed against her lower back, and the other helping to hold up her overfull tits, Fluttershy felt pretty defenceless. The fact that she had yet to see hide nor hair of any member of the apple family didn't help matters, nor did the dark house she had just passed a few seconds earlier.
“Oh Applejack, where are you?” Muttered the woman as she came to a stop next to the entrance to the barn.
Normally she would retreated by now but the incredible tightness coming from her chest was more than enough reason to keep going. After all, Fluttershy knew that if she turned around now that she wouldn't be able to get milked for another twenty four hour period and that was something she couldn't let happen. The memory of the last time that had happened was still fresh in her mind, as was the pain and humiliation she had felt.
Stifling the fear which burned hot in her chest, Fluttershy tugged open the door only to wince when her breasts shifted and sloshed again. Even that brief movement of her shirt was almost enough to make the woman fall into a heap of confused pleasure. With her chest heaving, and sweat pouring down her face, Fluttershy pulled the door open enough for her to pass.
That was enough to put her over the edge however, and the woman fell to her knees, arms rising at the last second to keep her from falling against the barn. Biting down on her lip, Fluttershy tried to quell the intense, nearly all consuming urge to moan out loud. Instead she merely knelt there, her whispered moans coming out as little more than confused whimpering broken by the occasional slosh of her milk filled tits.
The pleasure passed relatively quickly, Fluttershy had learned just to accept to the frequent tit-orgasms that racked her body every day. She could still control herself, just barely. Though not for much longer, as the more sensitive her breasts become, the harder it was to resist.
Pushing that inexorable outcome out of her mind, Fluttershy pulled herself from kneeling position, careful not to move too quickly lest the milk in her tits induce her to cum again, and slipped inside of the barn, not bothering to close the door behind her. She would just have to trust that Applejack could do it for her once she found the farm girl that is.
“Applejack. Are you in here?” Fluttershy whispered nervously, glancing around the gently lit barn. She couldn’t risk turning fully our quickly, lest her tits hit something and she’ll fall right over and cum again.
All the usual lamps had been put in place and it was easy to see, yet everything was layered with a strange, almost cloying darkness. It was enough to turn Fluttershy’s already hesitant steps even lighter and she all but crawled further into the room. The woman clutched her chest with both arms, trying to keep her breasts from jiggling too much and distracting her from listening to her surroundings. Simply from being touched though, the pleasure began to radiated
“P-please if this is a joke its n-not funny.” Fluttershy whispered, too distracted by the warmth, the pressure, the sloshing of her breasts to hear the door close behind her. “I need to be milked. Please milk me.””
In fact the shifting milk was so loud that Fluttershy didn't even hear someone creeping up behind her until a pair of weights settled against her back. With a shriek, Fluttershy stumbled forward and spun around, her eyes wide and hands raised, ready to push back a potential attacker. Yet there was no shadowed man with a knife waiting for her but rather a strangely drunk looking Applejack who was nude from the waist up, partially hidden by darkness.
“Applejack w-whats wrong?” Fluttershy muttered as she studied the other pony curiously, confused by the strange contours of the woman’s body.
The farmgirl stumbled forward, her back hunched over and her breasts only a foot from touching the ground. “Your milk.. Give it. To Me..”
“N-n-n-n-no way… y-you can't,” Fluttershy mumbled, stumbling back a step as Applejack came fully into view, revealing just how enormous her tits had grown.
The words died before they could even leave her lips as Fluttershy was too busy staring at the other woman’s chest to even think straight. The farm gril’s tits were nothing short of massive, each one being many times the size of Fluttershy’s head. They were spherical, bloated sloshing loudly with every stumbling step Applejack took, just like Fluttershy. The ensuing jiggle that ran up the Applejack’s breasts was strangely hypnotizing, causing Fluttershy to stand stock still as her friend approached her.
Just when Fluttershy thought she couldn't have been more turned on, their breasts met between them, pressing against each other and sending a jolt of pleasure through Fluttershy’s mind. They were titanic, perfect, and the pegasus wanted nothing more to bury herself in them and never emerge, not even for air. A wish that was soon granted as the top heavy Applejack fell forwards, knocking the two women to the ground and causing them both to instantly orgasm.
The feeling of having their breasts all but mashed together was too much for either of them and together they cried out in ecstasy. Neither needed to even think about touching themself, as the feeling of having their breasts mashed against one another was far better than anything they could imagine. Their toes curled, their fingers interlocked and they continued to moan as milk was forced out of Fluttershy’s tits from pressure alone.
For a brief moment Fluttershy was vaguely aware that four empty milk bottles sat on the ground only a few feet away from her, though that fact was quickly forgotten. All that mattered, all she cared about was the enormous breasts pressing down against her own engorged tits. Milk leaked freely from the woman’s nipples, dribbling down Fluttershy’s neck and pooling on the ground beneath her.
Applejack recovered from the fall quickly, a hungry expression crossing her face a second before their lips met. The position was awkward given the sheer size of their titanic tits, but neither cared about such a small detail. Though it did mean that they had to actively struggle against each other, chests mashing against each other as they reached for one another. In the end they managed to lock lips while still pressing their breasts against each other, milk now covering their tits almost completely.
Almost immediately the sound of sloshing liquid and heaving bosoms was nearly outweighed by the sound of their hungry, almost desperate kissing. Though as imperfect as their position was, neither woman seemed to mind how sloppy they had become, merely pressing forward, desperate for more. Until the weight finally became too much for Fluttershy and while fighting off the urge to orgasm once again, roughly pushed Applejack to the side.
The other woman’s breasts shook like a pair of yoga balls filled with jello, causing her to orgasm hard as her tits jiggled and banged against each other. Applejack hardly even had a chance to figure out what planet she was on before Fluttershy, adrenaline pumping through her, managed to lift her fat tits up, and then fall upon her. The farm girl could take it however, and she pressed her hands against either side of her breasts, keeping her tit flesh from spilling out the sides of her body.
Immediately their lips met once again, or at least tried to, as they shifted and wiggled, trying to reach each other through the mountain of tits that was in the way. With a feral hunger aiding their desperate scramble the two women began an equally as desperate and hungry make out session. Though Fluttershy struggled to breath and keep upright due to the odd angle and her own tits, they somehow managed to keep from falling off each other and continue to kiss.
All while Fluttershy couldn't help but think to herself that this was one of the greatest moments of her life. Her fetish for breasts was one thing she had never allowed herself to indulge in, and yet here Applejack was, somehow having become even bigger than she was. It was like a dream come true, and Fluttershy was intent on riding this dream out until the very moment she woke up.
She had never taken a lover before, yet Fluttershy felt an almost unnatural need to fuck the other woman right there on the barn floor. She didn't care that it was dirty, or that it wasn't exactly private, all she could think of were the breasts of the farmpony which pressed against her. A sentiment that Applejack evidently shared if the slightly glazed, yet still desperate look in her eye was anything to go by.
The feeling of kinship was enough to make Fluttershy shudder, though perhaps it was more apt to say she shared a feeling of skinship with the farm girl. She came again, suddenly and without even having to touch herself, her breasts giving her all the pleasure she could ever need. Though only a few seconds since her last orgasm, her body didn't seem to care, each flash of pleasure coming closer and closer together.
Until it felt as though her orgasm never ended, each one bleeding into the next until she felt as though she had died and gone to heaven.
Fluttershy wasn't the only one who was enjoying themself however as Big Macintosh stood just outside a nearby window, his firm erection in one hand. His cock was long and thick, easily living up to his name and the assumptions people made about him. Up and down his hand went, slowly stroking himself as he watched his sister and Fluttershy frantically make out.
Hands were beginning to go lower, and as Big Macintosh watched, the two women awkwardly threw off their remaining clothes. Now nude, and desperately mashing against each other in a growing pool of milk the girls moaned and clawed at each other’s breasts. Lips met nipples, hands dipped between legs, and the two began to dig into one another with an almost feral passion.
From afar, Big Mac watched the display, brow furrowed, milk bottle in one hand, his dick in the other,
“Eeyup”, he whispered as he massaged his cock.
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“Augh, what happened to me?” Applejack muttered, her eyes opening to reveal that she was in what looked like the barn.
After her vision cleared the woman discovered that she was indeed in the barn, and was currently laying on her back, arms and legs spread wide. A slight breeze alerted her to the fact that she was more or less naked, as the only thing she wore was a thin pair of panties. The second thing that she realized was just how incredibly how she was, followed closely by how much she reeked of sex.
“Wait, where is Flutter…” Applejack’s question died before it could be uttered, the sudden shock of seeing her own warped body causing her mind to temporarily shut down.
Her tits were incredibly huge, massive beyond scale, and completely inhuman. Each one was the size of one of those extra large bean bag chairs that she had seen at Twilight’s place one time. Not only were they mammoth in size but they were also so heavy that they felt like lead weights had been strapped to her chest.
“N-no. This can't be happening.” Murmured the woman, who nervously reached an arm around each of her tits only for the slight movement to nearly make her orgasm.
The ensuing sloshing sound that emanated from each of her immense breasts was akin to getting into or out of a full tub. Not only were they heavy and loud, but they also sent a surge of hormones through her body, making it a struggle to even think. The fog which Applejack had managed to drive off before returned with a vengeance, and she had to fight to not break down right then and there.
Glancing nervously at her surroundings, Applejack found that Granny Smith’s old wheelchair had been placed within arms reach. Grasping at it, Applejack pulled it closer before engaging the lock on the front wheels and beginning to pull herself into a stand. Only to find that she simply couldn't get up completely and was forced to awkwardly shift into the chair from a half crouching position.
Once seated the woman breathed hard, releasing her hold on her huge tits and letting them settle around her legs.
What truly got to the woman was the fact that the brief movement had been more than enough to make her muscles burn. The running of the leaves hadn't even taken that much out of her, nor did a full day of hard physical labor.
“This can’t be real. I can’t be bound to this wheelchair. This is a dream, it has to be…”
She wanted to scream, to cry out in rage but she found herself unable to as tears built at the edge of her vision. A helpless sadness filled her soul, and for a moment she merely sat there sobbing as a dull pressure began to well inside of her. Her breasts churned, and for a moment Applejack thought she was about to start producing milk.
Sniffing, Applejack wiped away her tears, and placed her hands on the wheels of the chair only for the sound of the barn door opening to make her stop. “Wh-who’s there?” She asked nervously.
“It's just me.” Muttered a deep, familiar male voice.
Applejack breathed a little sigh of relief and relaxed slightly. “Oh thank goodness. It's just you Big Mac. I worried it might have been Apple Bloom or Granny.”
“Eenope.” Big Mac stated, the male trotting up behind his sister, remaining just out of sight.
“You uh, wouldn't happen to know what happened last night do ya?” Applejack inquired. “I can't really remember much for some reason.”
“You two went a little crazy,” Big Macintosh began. “I had to take Fluttershy home after she passed out on the barn floor.”
“I suppose that's good.” Applejack murmured, her gaze drawn inevitably down to her mammoth tits and the fear the sight of them instilled in her.
The pain and embarrassment of it all was bad, but that paled in comparison to a different worry that had taken root in her brain. It had begun the very second Applejack had even imagined Fluttershy, the mere thought making her body begin to grow hot. Not only that but she also felt herself beginning to grow thirsty, her body yearning for more delicious milk.
Milk that was so addictive that Applejack felt as though her very soul was urging her to drink more of the stuff. That wasn't the only addictive thing about the shy woman however, as Applejack also couldn't help but think back to what bits and pieces she did remember. She thought of the passion they had shared, the incredible, mind bending, awkward sex they had right there on the ground. Was it really sex or were they just humping each other with their tits?
Big Macintosh watched his sister closely as she stared off into space, her chest heaving slowly as she breathed. His need burned hot within him, making the male stare hungrily at the woman’s massive breasts. They were the biggest he had ever seen by a country mile, and the mere sight of them made his thoughts turn dark.
“I need some water.” Applejack muttered half to herself half to Big Macintosh.
“Sure thing.” Big Macintosh replied slowly.
His hand reached for a nearby bottle and after a moment of hesitation he reached out and grabbed it. Opening it up, he handed the opaque bottle to his sister, watching as the woman took it and was about to take a swig only to stop. Her nose prickled, and she looked down, eyes widening with both horror and slowly dawning realization.
“It was you,” She murmured. “You did this.”
“You did this to yerself.” Big Macintosh rumbled.
Applejack shook her head and tossed the bottle aside, causing the milk to spill all over the ground. “You put the milk in the fridge. You poured out all the water, and kept pushing me to drink more of that damned stuff!” Applejack shouted.
Big Macintosh paused and slowly exhaled.
“...I just wanted to see how big you’d get.”
Applejack’s knuckles went white and her fingers dug into the arm rests of the wheelchair. “I’m your sister. How can you say that?”
“It started out easy enough. I was just curious to see what would happen.” He paused. “Yer beautiful AJ. Sexiest damn women alive”
The breath suddenly left Applejack’s lungs and she felt as though someone had kicked her in the stomach. “And what if it's permanent?” She whispered.
The male stepped forward, revealing his massive erection which stuck straight out from its cloth prison. For a moment Applejack couldn't think of anything, her brain too busy struggling to come to grips with her brother suddenly revealing himself in such an intimate manner. Though the male still wore pants his bulge was so huge that Applejack swore she could see every vein on Big Macintosh’s cock.
“And what if I never stop growing?” Applejack murmured absently.
Big Macintosh merely grunted, his cock visibly growing right in front of her eyes, twitching until it had become an inch longer.
She gulped slowly. “And what if… what if I explode?”
The man’s cock twitched and erupted with seed which stained the front of his pants with a growing wet spot. Applejack’s jaw hung open and she watched as her own brother orgasmed mere inches from her face. Her breathing grew quick, and her chest tightened, fear mixing with anger until her entire body shook with barely contained rage.
“You’re… you're a monster. .” Applejack clenched her teeth.
“Now look, I know I got a bit carried away but I’m sure we can talk this out.” Big Macintosh muttered, the male taking a step back.
“There is nothing to talk about.” Applejack declared, turning her wheelchair in order to look him in the eye as she began to yell. “Your going to get your incesteous, perverted ass of my goddamn farm this fucking instant and thats all there is to it.”
Big Macintosh frowned and held up his hands. “Now hold on a second there. I know I got a little out of line there but that ain't no reason to try and kick me out of the house.”
Applejack growled, and jabbed a finger at him. “I’m the element of fucking honesty. I know yer lying, you wanted this to happen. You wanted me to get so big I couldn't move, that I’d be at your mercy like some sort of a… a....”
Her tits gurgled as thought to fill in the blank.
Big Macintosh frowned. “Now that ain't true.”
“Like hell it isn't,” Applejack stated angrily. “Look at me Big Macintosh! What the hell can I do by myself? ? I can't even stand up for crying out loud!”
Big Macintosh opened his mouth to offer some retort only to frown and close it once more.
Applejack slowly shook her head. “How could you do this to me? You're my kin and you ruined me. I…”
The woman paused as a loud rumble emanated from her breasts a second before the pressure returned. It began as a mere tingling sensation, then grew to a pus and finally morphing into feeling like someone had stuck a hose into each of her tits. Instantly her breasts began to feel tight, and the hormones which had been beaten down by her anger came back with a vengeance.
“No… oh celestia no...”
Applejack remembered Fluttershy describing the sensation she got right before walking over to the farm each night and this was exactly that. Only even Fluttershy had never described the pressure being this all-consuming before, as Applejack felt as though she may legitimately explode in mere moments. Her nipples grew wet and within seconds of the pressure returning Applejack could feel twin streams of milk shoot from them.
“Oh god I’m lactating just like Fluttershy. Sweet Celestia! Oh-h-h Celestia!.” Applejack winced, her fingers digging into the hand rests. “Get the machine Mac, hurry!”
Big Macintosh ran to the otherside of the room and threw open the door to the stall before unplugging the machine and going to grab the empty glass containers. His hands stopped midway however, his gaze settling on the large and very full container already resting there. A war erupted within him, his dark desires battling against the need to be a good big brother and do what needed to be done.
Slowly, the male leaned to the left and peered out of the stall and towards Applejack’s wheelchair bound form. Just in time to watch as two powerful jets of milk erupted from her tits from mere pressure alone. His jaw hung open and as he stared Applejack writhed and moaned, grabbing her bean bags as more white liquid shot from her nipples.
“Milk me. Oh sweet Celestia, someone milk me!” She cried.
Instantly everything became clear to Big Mac. He knew what he had to do. He leaned back around and grabbed the full tank of milk before hooking it up to the machine. Reaching down, he flipped the reverse switch and disengaged the overflow valve and hauling the entire thing back over to where Applejack sat. The woman was still writhing in barely contained discomfort and overwhelming arousal, her body twitching as more milk poured from her breasts.
Without question Applejack shifted her chest and gripped the handrests tightly, waiting for Big Macintosh to do the rest. She didn't have to wait long though, as the male all but jammed the cups over her nipples and flicked on the machine. To her horror milk was not pumped out of her, but rather into her, filling her breasts at an incredible rate. The pressure doubled in an instant.
“Oh mmmmmyyyyyy gawdddddStop.” Applejack cried, before falling slack as she moaned loudly, a bolt of pleasure coursing up her spine and making her entire body tremble.
Her eyes rolled briefly into the back of her head and she stared down at her chest with a mixture of horror and revulsion. Where before she had grown an inch or two a minute now she was growing twice that every few seconds. Her trembling hands reached out in an attempt to tear free the suction cups but it was just out of reach and Big Macintosh was faster.
Holding her hands down, the male forced his sister to sit and watch as more and more milk was pumped inside of her. The pressure was insane and though her resistance continued, it was quickly becoming eclipsed by just how insanely good she was starting to feel. Letting loose a cry of rage and confusion, Applejack heaved her arms upward, yet Big Macintosh was too strong and the effort turned out to be a wasted one.
“PPPPlease I’m begging you, don't-t-t do this. It's not too late to turn back!” Applejack cried, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her mind was awash in a strange mix of pleasure and pain.
Big Macintosh said nothing, his expression remaining firm and unmoving as he merely stood there and watched his sister continue to grow.
Throwing herself violently against the male’s grip, Applejack fought desperately to free herself, yet nothing seemed to work. He was too strong, and every single time she tried to slip out of his grasp he adjusted in order to ensure she accomplished nothing. Only when she felt the handlebars of the wheelchair snap did her resistance falter, giving way to confusion.
What she saw made her nearly break down completely, as her breasts now touched the ground, and were so heavy that Applejack awkwardly fell from the ruined chair. Now half kneeling on the ground, the woman was forced to realize that she would likely never be able to walk again. she was now completely dependent on others.
Her arms fell flat, and Big Macintosh released his hold on her, knowing that there was nothing she could do at this point. For several long seconds the machine continued to chug away, pushing more milk into her breasts. Yet Applejack couldn't even seem to bring herself to care, the weight of her own helplessness stopping her from feeling anything.
“You always were the fattest apple around, what with that giant ass of yours.” Big Macintosh began, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Now you have the fattest tits in all of equestria.”
“N-no. This can't. There has to be a way to…” Applejack whispered.
Big Macintosh ignored her and unzipped his pants while walking around the woman, his gaze never leaving her still steadily growing tits. Shucking off his pants, the male quickly discarded his underwear, allowing his cock to spring free of its cloth prison. Gripping the throbbing length in one hand, the man bent down, and roughly grabbed hold of his sister’s ass, shoving her down.
“Wha-whats going on?” Applejack demanded, the girl nearly pulling her hair out as she began to succumb to the pleasure.
Big Macintosh merely grunted, and shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock into Applejack’s sopping hole. He couldn't get very deep due to the odd angle, but he didn't care, as he had finally managed to enter her. The ensuing gasp, and shudder that came from Applejack made Big Macintosh grin, and he grabbed a firm hold of her ass.
Before her mind even had time to catch up to what was happening to her body, Big Macintosh squeezed his sister’s ass and rammed forward. The tight, cloying depths of the girl’s pussy parted before his strength, his length ploughing through the meagre resistance her body put up. Again and again he drove himself deeper, plunging more of his cock into his sister’s tight hole until finally he was balls deep inside of her.
The feeling was beyond comparison, and Big Macintosh nearly came right then and there, but he managed to resist. He wanted to hear her moan and really mean it before he stuffed her womb full of his incesteous seed. With a grunt of exertion, the male thrust forward at a rapid pace, his gaze shifting from between Applejack’s rippling tits and enormous jiggling ass.
His grip tightened, his thrusts sped up, and his balls slapped audibly against his sister’s body. Biting back his own moan, Big Macintosh watched as Applejack lay there, her arms still flailing but unable to reach him. She seemed completely lost in the sensations assaulting her, the panic and pleasure turning her into a desperate, moaning mess.
With a snort, Big Macintosh spread her ass cheeks wide and forced her butt higher, allowing his cock to grind extra hard against her g spot. The ensuing cry of pleasure was like music to his ears, and the male smirked as his orgasm came roaring back. His fingers dug into Applejack’s ass and he thrusted forward one final time, burying every inch of his rock hard cock inside of her.
The second he was as deep as he could possibly get, the male came hard and fast. Each pump of seed was delivered directly into the deepest reaches of the woman’s body, ensuring that none could escape.
“Do you feel that Applejack? Do you feel my cum pouring inside of you?” He whispered, his cock twitching needfully as it did just that.
Applejack shuddered. “Sounds about right, ”Big Macintosh declared with a smirk, his cock remaining hard even after his orgasm had finally stopped.
The male didn't question his good fortune, and continued to pound the woman’s abused pussy without pause. Each thrust made a soft squelching noise, yet Big Macintosh didn't care one bit. He was fucking the hottest peice of ass he had ever laid eyes on and nothing would stop him from enjoying himself.
“You know your probably pregnant by now.” Big Macintosh remarked.
“N-no. It didn't take, it can't have.” Applejack pleaded, her body trembling.
“Maybe it hasn't, but that's why I’m not going to stop at just one. I’m going to cum inside of you over and over until your stuffed to the brim with my seed.” Big Macintosh growled.
“Oh goddess above, please make it stop.” Applejack cried.
“It's never going to stop, you’re going to grow into my own personal milk factory.” Big Macintosh whispered.
Applejack opened her mouth to speak, but her words turned into a cry of pleasure, and her entire body shook. Her pussy clamped down around Big Macintosh’s massive, throbbing erection, squeezing down on his length. Her cart-size breasts quaked with tremendous energy, having continued to grow larger and more sensitive with each passing second.
“Give in.” Big Macintosh whispered, leaning forward. “Become my slave and do nothing but grow and make milk for me.”
“No…” Applejack’s retort died on her lips.
“Do it or else I wont milk you ever again.” Big Macintosh threatened. “And we know what will happen then.”
Applejack’s legs twitched, and she moaned as the feeling of pressure grew to truly baffling levels, her breasts now drum tight as if she may very well explode at any moment. Not only that but she could feel her brother’s second orgasm shoot inside of her, making her womb fill past the point of being full. She could feel the skin around her stomach grow taut as the sheer amount of seed warped her body.
“That's not possible.” She whispered, only for a hand to tell her it was true.
“Go on Applejack, say you’ll become my slave. This is your last chance.” Big Macintosh warned.
For a moment the woman was tempted to resist, to fight back and tell him off and then she felt the last drop of her brother’s load settle inside of her. Like a switch getting flipped, Applejack felt something change inside of her, part of her mind finally succumbing to the pressure and the pleasure. Between having her breasts forcibly grown to inhuman proportions, her brother’s massive erection spreading her wide, and the cum she had forced inside of her, it was too much.
“I can't take it anymore. Sweet Celestia I need to be milked so bad!” She cried, her breasts growing to the point that she could see them near the barn wall.
“Say it!” Big Macintosh yelled.
“I’m your cow, your milk factory, your anything pleasure just for the love of god make it stop before I pop!” Applejack cried.
Big Macintosh pulled out of his sister with a wet slick, and raced over to the machine, which he hastily turned off. Walking back, over to the woman, Big Macintosh marveled at just how truly monstrous her breasts had become. Each one was nearly bigger than he was, and contained so much milk that each errant twitch made them slosh noisily.
Kneeling down next to her, Big Macintosh stared into the woman’s wild, glazed eyes. “Say it, say that your my cow, my slave to do with as I want.”
“I’m your cow, your slave. You can do whatever you want to me.” Applejack replied after a pause .
“Yell me you don't give a shit about Apple bloom anymore.” Big Macintosh urged. “Say that you’ll let me fuck her whenever I want.”
Applejack’s wild, manic expression faltered, and for a moment a frown crossed her face. “I can't!!.”
Big Macintosh frowned, extended a hand and slapped her breast as hard as he could. “Say it!” He shouted.
The woman’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body shook as she came right in front of him. Yet even after she opened her mouth no words came out, only a garbled, unintellegable moan. Big Macintosh frowned, and extended his arm once more, ready to deliver another hard slap.
“Yes, master, whatever you want! You can fuck Apple bloom, make me grow, do whatever you want to me just please, give me more!”
Big Macintosh smirked, and gave her tit another firm smack, causing the woman to cry out in pleasure, orgasming from just having her tits smacked around. “Welcome to your new life.” Whispered the man.
Applejack grinned drunkenly, her eyes rolling around in her head as she slowly came down from another enormous high. Only for something to short circuit inside of her already over stimulated mind, causing the woman to slump forward. Her entire body went limp, propped up only by her enormous breasts that continued to spray milk.
Standing, Big Macintosh retreived his undergarments and pants, slowly donning his clothing as the sense of triumph washed over him. By the time he had unbuttoned his shirt, that feeling of victory had given way to a slow, insidious dread. As he looked around the male realized the true depth of what he had done as both the barn and his sister were ruined.
Not only was she family, but she was an element of harmony, one of the most important people in Equestria. And here she was, laying sprawled out overtop of her ludicrously huge, and permanently engorged tits. There was no way Applejack would ever do anymore world saving, unless whatever bad guy came to her.
Worse yet, her friends would definitely come to check on her given enough time, and not only her normal friends, but the other elements. His breathing grew quick, and Big Macintosh looked around the room, searching for something to help him. His gaze landed on the empty, discarded bottles which littered the floor only to find that not a single one of them contained more than a drop of milk.
The larger containers were similarly empty, meaning there wasn't a drop left of the corrupting milk.
Or was there?
Big Macintosh walked forward, and glanced down past Applejack’s engorged nipples and towards the tinted pool of milk below. An action that was slightly hard to do as his gaze didn't want to leave his sisters nipples which were about the size of his head at this point. Shaking off the growing temptation to rut the woman again, Big Macintosh dipped a finger into the milk and sniffed it.
His frown vanished, replaced by a wide, confident smile which grew with each passing second. Everything was clear now, from his destiny, to the course of action he must now take, it all made sense. He had to control them, or they would control him, and he had the means to do exactly that.
Smiling, Big Macintosh ran a hand through his sister’s hair. “Do you want some other cows to play with? Hmm, Applerack? What do you think of that?”
Lost in catatonic pleasure, Applejack merely drooled in response.
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Fluttershy sighed faintly to herself as she tucked away the machine given to her by Big Macintosh. Though much smaller then the one located within the barn, it had done its job admirably, and was now filled to the brim with milk. The container was nearly a little too full, but thankfully Fluttershy had run out before that could happen.
Good thing to, because she would have hated to see what would have happened if she had tried to overfill it. Sighing to herself, the woman gently put her bra back on before donning her sweatshirt, and settling into the couch. Her animals had given her a respectful berth, so it was only her in the small cottage, which made the home feel a little empty.
Shaking her head, Fluttershy thought back to the night before and the bizarre dreams that had plagued her. The woman could hardly even believe she had imagened such a depraved thing as she had never even considered the possibility of being attracted to Applejack. Yet as soon as she saw the farm girl’s enormous breasts Fluttershy’s dream self had fallen head over heels for her.
Slapping her cheeks, Fluttershy closed her eyes tightly. “Keep it together Fluttershy.” She whispered to herself.
Frowning, the winged woman looked out the window, her gaze lingering on the horizon where she knew Applejack’s farm was located. The sight brought back more memories, though not of the night before but rather this morning when she had woken up in her bed. She had no idea how she had gotten there, and when asked Big Macintosh had informed her that it was his doing.
He had also mentioned that Applejack was down with the flu, which was strange in Fluttershy’s mind. She hadn't displayed any symptoms the last time they had met but weirder things had happened. She considered dropping by or maybe giving the farmer a get well card, only to remember how late in the day it currently was.
Standing suddenly, Fluttershy gasped in realization. “I haven't even started helping the animals,” She exclaimed in shock. “I had spent so long figuring out how to operate the machine that I haven't done anything productive.”
She frowned as her mind ran through all of the things she would need to do, only to immediately get overwhelmed by it all. Falling back onto the couch, Fluttershy’s gaze settled on the large container of milk sitting a few feet away from her. The sight made her mind go back once more to the night before, conjuring images of how big Applejack had grown from drinking her milk.
A smile crossed her face as Fluttershy thought about just how beautiful Applejack had gotten in her dream, how fast she had grown. The farm girl may never have intentionally teased Fluttershy about her size before, but dream Applejack definitely wouldn't do such a thing.
Her hand reached for the container and with a flick of her wrist, it was free of its mounting, allowing the woman to cradle it in her arms. Her legs pressed together, and the heat which bloomed between them grew more intense the longer she looked at it. The warm contents within seemed to call her, bringing forth ever more images of Applejack and just how big she had grown.
“I really shouldn't do this,” She murmured to herself, hand slowly moving towards the cap.
She had to stop herself before she opened it, staring down at the container as if trying to use the stare on an inanimate object.
“Would I also... ?” She pondered aloud. “Get bigger?
With a twist, the cap was removed, the pungent aroma of her offwhite liquid hitting her square in the nose.
“Maybe just a sip. Just to test,” Fluttershy muttered.
Tilting back the one gallon, she took a sip of the milk, followed by a gulp, and then another, and another. In no time at all she had drained the entire thing, and she tossed it aside, her hands going to her breasts. Fluttershy waited, fighting off a growing wave of revulsion that was begginging to grow in her chest, and spread throughout her body.
When the familiar heat, and tightness returned, the self hatred only increased as her shirt grew tight. The swelling, and fullness that she had grown accustomed to returned with a vengeance. Her chest grew steadily, stretching the limits of her bra and shirt until it felt as though she may very well tear right through them at any moment.
This is so wrong. So, so, so wrong. I need to stop. I must stop.
She didn't even care that her clothes were ruined, or the extra weight on her chest, all that mattered was how good she felt.
I can’t, I shouldn’t, I…
“Fluttershy can hardly fly.” Fluttershy whispered to herself ,her eyes glossing over as she stared down at herself. “Fluttershy can hardly fly. Fluttershy can hardly fly….”
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