Plenty initially awoke somewhat bewildered, as the ceiling and walls were clearly not those of her bedroom. Then the events of the past few days came rushing back, and she smiled. This was her bedroom: her new one, in Ponyville. It was less rustic than her former home in Dodge, with paint and carpet instead of bare wood. She herself was bare, though, at least from the waist up. More than used to it by now, she wasn't cold in the slightest. In fact, she was pleasantly warm, the heat from her own body as well as the pony in bed next to her making her almost start to sweat.

Stirring, Plenty ran her fingers through her mane to straighten out her tangled bed-head some and lifted herself partially upright, her head moving from her pillow to the backboard of her king sized bed. Her breasts splayed wide to both sides in her typical sleeping position, her left barely fitting onto the mattress while her right draped halfway off, her nipple nearly brushing the floor in its hardness. This was expected; they were hard far more often than not.

As she moved, Biff began to return to consciousness too, from the other side of the bed. He didn't need a pillow, as her boob more than sufficed. Plenty liked being able to feel him by her side even when they weren't spooning, and he sure didn't complain. She watched him impishly as he rose with a yawn, pulling the sheets down off his equally unclothed chest.

Plenty reached over and mussed up his hair affectionately. "Hey there, sleepyhead."

"Mmm, morning, sweetie," Biff said. Turning onto his side and facing her, he responding by gently petting the surface of her breast, which gave a bit under his rugged fingers.

Now, looking at his roguish, smitten grin, and the defined lines of his muscles, the heat in Plenty's core grew, an involuntary throb running through her. Yep, she was horny, no doubt about it. They hadn't been able to enjoy themselves last night, or the night before that, because she, Biff, and Grubber had been busy packing and unpacking for the move. But now? The whole morning was theirs, and Plenty intended to take full advantage of that.

Her expression turned smoldering, and the sight of it froze Biff in place, instantly mesmerized. "Alright, lover boy, I've got an itch than need scratching. Be good and help me take care of it, okay?"

"Uh, y-yeah, sure," he breathlessly said.

"Right answer," Plenty confirmed, now twitching with anticipation. "Of course, you wouldn't even dream of saying no, would you?"

Biff shook his head as much as he could without breaking eye contact. A conspicuous peak was already rising under the blanket, the clearest sign of his dedication, lust, and growing love. "Never, Plenty."

Smirk widening, she unceremoniously flung the blanket from their bodies, exposing both their legs, which were already beginning to wander across the bed and brush against eachother in sweet passion. That wasn't the only thing brushing the sheets, though; Plenty's tantalizing tail had been digging into the surface, attempting to flag. Much like Biff's boxers, the button threatening to snap from the virile pressure of his erection. Her own thin, black panties were moist with arousal, but Plenty couldn't care less, instead rapidly yanking Biff's undergarment open to stroke his cock to further hardness, its musky heat pulsing invitingly in her grip as he grunted appreciatively.

Once it was sufficiently erect for her purposes, Plenty reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Experienced with this step, Biff sat up off her her tit, rising in front of her. Waggling her eyebrows, she put the condom on him using nothing but her mouth, savoring the shape and scent of Biff's stallionhood as it passed through her lips. After she gave it a few languid, twitch-inducing licks for good measure, Plenty playfully shoved Biff backwards into the bed.

Now to reposition her boobs. Plenty hooked each of her arms underneath a breast - what she could reach of them, anyway - and heaved. With trained shoulders and biceps, she hefted her productive mounds up and around, until the were in the typical position for tits, lancing out in front of her. Then, she let go.

Eliciting a pleased 'oof' from Biff, her breasts fell atop him, hiding his torso completely and leaving only his head peeking out from her cleavage, a fair distance down from her puffy, dinner plate sized areolae and bright pink nips. "There we are," she purred. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. More than okay," Biff huffed, the full weight of her boobs - well over a hundred pounds - simply resting on him making his breathing shallow, as if he was about to cum already.

"Good." Plenty was more than ready to take him at this point, and simply couldn't bear to wait a second longer. Pulling the cloth of her wet panties to the side, she straddled his hips with hers, getting onto her knees, before lowering herself onto his cock in the classic cowgirl position.

Instant bliss. Plenty shuddered as Biff's pride stuffed her pussy perfectly. Her eyes became unfocused as she savored the sensation of fullness for a moment. Only when this burst of pleasure began to fade did she start actually humping, planting her hands on her tits for leverage.

"Holy shit," Biff intoned, his legs shifting slightly underneath hers as her insides stroked his length. "You're so wet. No wonder you basically jumped on me."

Plenty let out an amused snort at that. Though she could feel her face beginning to flush, she still kept up her favorite dominant act as she bounced rhythmically up and down on his dick. "How is it? Being smothered beneath my huge, hot tits?" She'd asked him that question many times before, but hearing him answer always drove her more wild.

"It's - *pant* - amazing," Biff grunted, his hips bucking up into hers. It was just about all he could do, pinned as he was.

The experience was just as good for Plenty. In control, she rocked and squeezed his cock, ensuring that his throbbing, solid girth hit just the right spots, rubbing at all the best places for making her needy cunt leak and spasm with sensation. Soon, Plenty was feeling so sublime than her mouth hung open, shallow gasps and moans escaping, as her toned ass pistoned over and over. Each erotic repetition brought her to greatest heights, the outside world fading away. Though she couldn't care less about anything but Biff at this point.

Biff himself probably couldn't see much of Plenty besides her face because of said titanic tits, the feelings they elicited equally large for both of them. Plenty could make out the contours of her lover's body through their now slick undersides as they shook and rippled with every motion she made. Her pussy was still the real focus, though, and she let out an exceptionally pitchy groan as her clit pressed against Biff in just the right way when she hilted herself, her thighs pressed tightly against him. Celestia, this felt incredible; she was getting close to her breaking point.

Suddenly, a spark of fire lit in Biff's eyes. "Plenty, I can't - mmph - hold back anymore! I need to fuck you."

With a mighty bellow, he dug his palm into her breast, causing Plenty to gasp in surprise and ecstasy as he forcefully pushed the immense, supple mass up and over her other tit. Plenty was flipped onto her back, the bedsprings creaking in protest as her tits jiggled into their new position: atop her, resting in a 'V' shape.

While she was still reeling from the tingles of arousal running through her girls, Biff followed her over, fondling Plenty's tits like a stallion possessed. His hands kneaded them deeply, slowly working their way up from the base to her nipples, his face approaching hers. But Plenty was just annoyed; his dick had popped out of her snatch, and she still wanted it in there! "What was all that before? Quit teasin' me and get back to it!"

"I was going to!" Biff protested, with a grin. "I'm just... covering all your bases."

Biff then pressed his body against hers, each bit of skin on skin electrifying as he lined himself up again. Plenty moaned as he dragged her tender nipples inwards and downwards, a bit of her milk escaping in the process, and brought them to point at her face on both sides. Then, he dove into her muzzle and her pussy simultaneously, forcing his cock back past her lower lips as her upper ones now wrestled with his.

From there, Plenty gladly lost herself in the ensuing maelstrom of passion, a prolonged groan escaping from her throat unbidden. Only the force from their sharp intakes of breath kept their faces together for making out under the strain of Biff's almost violent thrusting. He was turning Plenty into a wild mess, and she loved it, her heart beating like mad.

That didn't stop her from doing some more hammering of her own, though. "Doesn't it - ahhn - bother you?" Plenty managed, disentangling her tongue from his. "That my nipples are bigger than your dick?" They were in fact about the same length, but her twin tips were twice as thick, Biff's fingers unable to meet his thumb as he held them.

"The opposite," he replied between grunts. "S-So fucking sexy."

Plenty smiled at that, at least until one particularly powerful impact at her hips knocked her mouth open. It almost felt like she was flying, or melting, or both, as lustful energy roiled within her, building to a fever pitch and making her lose it. "Mo-o-re~!"

And Biff gave her more. As she wrapped her arms around him, he picked up the pace. The sounds of their haggard breaths, flesh on wet flesh, and the bedsprings squeaking under the sloshing of her humongous breasts echoed throughout the room. The force of Biff's body hitting her boobs repeatedly, the burning she could feel in his veins and hers, his glans knocking against the entrance to her womb, his fingers coiling around her nips... the tension became too much for Plenty to take. So, she let go.

Letting out a sharp cry, Plenty came, all rational thought lost to sheer, glorious ecstasy. Thighs clenching, toes curling, expression twisting, cunt spasming, a heavenly climax crashed through her like an avalanche. All she could do was stare upwards at Biff, enraptured. At least, until her own milk began to gush out of her tits, adding another avenue of release, the hot liquid splashing all over her mane and face. Then she had to shut her eyes, as her output wasn't slowing down.

Seeing Plenty paint herself with her own seemingly unending orgasm was enough to push Biff over the edge, too. A shout of "C-Cumming!" heralded his semen cascading into her, burst after burst of sticky goodness barely contained by the condom as his cock forcefully ejected its sticky payload.

Both of them panting with exhaustion and exhilaration, Biff slipped out of her with a faint pop and collapsed next to her in the same boob-as-pillow position they'd woken up in. Except now the sheets were thoroughly soaked with Plenty's milk, warm droplets still rolling down her forehead and cleavage. Right now, though, the state of her furniture was the last of Plenty's worries, and she sighed in bliss as the intense climax gave way to a lethargic afterglow.

Her hand moved to pet Biff affectionately on its own as she licked some of the milk off her face - rich as always. Rendered dumbstruck, Biff could only lie there, pupils dilated and pointed at Plenty, but otherwise motionless.

After another moan for good measure, Plenty said "Hoo boy. That was great fun. You?"

He could only muster an affirmative hum and a contented smile.

Slowly, Plenty's mind returned to clarity as her high dissipated, time, place, and memory taking their place. It was always a nice change of pace to be the one getting filled, she thought. Though during the daylight hours, Plenty Full preferred the opposite. And starting today, she'd be able to do a whole lot more of that, with a nice town right full of thirsty mouths to satisfy with her abundance. She chuckled when the mere thought of this made her nipples swell a bit further, her body more than primed for work.

Still, there was more to do first. Namely, getting cleaned up and dressed. Plenty meandered on shaky legs over to their shared bathroom, with Biff kindly helping angle her breasts through the narrow doorway so they didn't scrape uncomfortably against the frame. Unfortunately, the shower wasn't big enough for both of them to use together, for the same reason, so he let her use it first while he brushed his teeth and shaved. A waterproof plastic table made for a good resting spot for Plenty's rack as she shampooed, then cleaned the dirt, sweat, and sexual fluids off her body, a long-handled loofa assisting her in reaching every part of her breasts. Hopefully this table wouldn't crack in half under the stress; her cheap old one gave out last year.

A few minutes later, she exchanged a kiss with Biff as they switched spots. Once they were both hygienic and presentable, they got dressed. Plenty picked out a more professional set of khakis and collared blouse - still open at the front, of course - for her grand opening, while Biff opted for his old usual.

When the two of them finally arrived in the second-floor kitchen, Grubber was already nearly finished eating his portion of the breakfast he'd whipped up. The little raiju, as his kind went by, was a great cook, much to Plenty's pleasant surprise once she'd first taken him in.

"I'd ask what took you guys so long, but I could hear the whole thing," Grubber said between bites.

Biff coughed apologetically, after swiping and sipping his coffee. "Sorry, Grubber. Thanks for the food."

Plenty thanked him as well. Just because this was Grubber's main contribution to their household arrangement didn't mean he didn't deserve voiced appreciation.

"Yer welcome," he replied. Loudly slurping down the last of his eggs, he added "Still think pony sex rituals are stupid, though. Too much gabbing, not enough static discharge."

Plenty couldn't help but grin when she pictured that, shaking her head and chuckling internally. At least, until her rumbling stomach reminded her why she was here.

Plates of scrambled eggs and hay bacon sat waiting at the dining table for Plenty and Biff too, getting cold. Hungry, Biff sat down next to Grubber, while Plenty sat semi-sideways opposite him. The fourth chair had been swapped out for a wide ottoman, reserved for her boobs. Between bites, the the three of them finalized the details of her initial business plan, which, though liable to change as quickly as the desert winds, was solidly reasoned. If everything went well, their lot in life would improve, luxuries formerly out of reach becoming within their financial grasp.

As luck would have it, the grand opening of Plenty's Place went downright swimmingly. A party, thrown by a wildly exuberant mare named Pinkie, helped break the ice between Plenty, Biff, Grubber, and the townsfolk. Some were apprehensive and slightly grossed out by Plenty's heaving masses, leaving with polite excuses as soon as they could, but just as many were excited and awestruck, instant regulars. It was hard for her to keep track of all the fresh faces! Not to mention that so many all wanting to try Plenty Full out at once had pushed her tremendously laden chest balloons near to their limit with a whirlwind of lactation, rendering her sore, spent, and empty by the time Pinkie packed up her own, much smaller, actual balloons. Still, Plenty wouldn't have had it any other way, and a better future was now in sight.

Plenty tried her best to relax as she settled into position for another day on the job, soft yellow light shining down from the bulbs overhead. The main room of her store wasn't unusually wide, but it had a high ceiling that went up two stories, featuring a balcony with a wooden railing, accessible through a door leading to her living room. She leaned against the railing, arms crossed. Her boobs hung below her like massive teardrops, descending between the railing's support posts to rest atop a tall shelf made of welded stainless steel bars. Poking down between the bars of the shelf were her engorged nipples, ready to be stimulated.

The first floor was the area for customers, and the shop entrance. Leading up to the shelf, a red velvet rope, fancy-shmancy like those movie theaters, cut through the middle. Along one wall was a counter stocked with styrofoam cups in multiple sizes, along with lids, straws, and plastic spoons. Next to the counter was a cash register. The opposite wall had a few small stalls, shut by mirrored doors. Biff was already down there in his suit, doublechecking that everything was in order. Plenty crossed and uncrossed her legs idly where she stood, ruffling the fabric of her own chosen attire. "How's it lookin down there?"

After peeking inside the last of the stalls, Biff tilted his head up to meet Plenty's eyes once he'd finished. Concern flashed across his face for an instant, picking up on her insecurity with unusual perceptiveness, at least for him. But he quickly quashed it, knowing the best course with her was to simply not bring it up and let the peace of the day - and his simple reassuring presence - run its course. "All ready, Boss Lady."

Perking a bit at her new pet name, Plenty nodded. "Then go ahead and open 'er up!"

Biff walked over to flip the Closed sign on the front door to Open, his loafers clicking on the tile floor, and shot her a thumbs-up. Plenty smiled on the outside, but was fretting a little internally. She'd been operating in Ponyville for over a month, now, and things were beginning to solidify into a routine, but that didn't mean problems never happened. Just because running her little shop was emotionally satisfying in the way all ponies acting on their talents felt didn't mean she never got stressed from said problems. And running Plenty's Place was full of ups and downs, had been from the very start: the name.

She'd wanted to call her business Titty Taps, but that was the one point Mayor Mare hadn't conceded to, citing that 'vulgar' language, written out, was prohibited in public. Other than that, though, the middle-aged earth pony had been quite accommodating. Word on the street was that this was due to Twilight's move. Now that the princess was in Canterlot, Ms. Mare didn't have to argue for jurisdiction with royalty anymore, leaving the mayor in a good mood. She'd helped Plenty find the perfect building and file the mortgage paperwork, even pointed out some loopholes in regulations to widen the scope of what she could do. For instance, as long as she didn't go outside without covering her bust and kept most of the windows shuttered, Plenty could bare her breasts completely, which made things a whole lot easier.

It was time to focus on the present, though. Watching the door, Plenty was acutely aware of the cool metal sinking into her titflesh, her body ready to produce. Taking his own position behind the counter, Biff and Plenty didn't have long to wait before the first pony entered, followed quickly by another. She smirked with amusement as she gazed down at two colts, barely teenagers. The grey boy in the jersey she recognized, but the brown one in the childish propeller hat - who locked up at the sight of her - was new.

Grey Boy's shit-eating grin was as wide as any Plenty had seen as he placed a hand on his friend's unmoving shoulder. "So, Button. Bet you're glad you let me talk you into this now, huh?"

"Uh... yeah, Rumble," he whispered. "This is so worth the early detour."

"Damn right it is! Just look at those puppies!" Rumble exclaimed, with a dramatic, sweeping gesture. Plenty just smiled and waved back, used to the complements. "They're bigger than I am!"

Working his jaw, nearly breaking out into a cold sweat, Button glanced at his cohort. "And, er, Ms. Full actually lets you, like, touch her?"

Deciding to enter the conversation, Plenty chuckled. "Some unicorns use their magic, but that's no fun," she teased, getting a kick out of the look on poor Button.

"Trust me, she doesn't mind," assured Biff. Empathetically, he continued. "And I know all I wanted to do at your age was touch a pretty mare's boobs. There's lots of her to go around, and I can share."

Plenty winked down at him. "Par for the course, Sugar." Biff knew exactly what to say, her perfect little partner. Or servant, if the mood struck.

This didn't do much for the blushing colt, though. Button seemed at a loss for words. Rumble, though, had no such hangups, and he punched Button in the back, causing him to stumble forwards. "What're you waiting for! Go cop a feel and get your drink!"

As Button continued to flounder, Rumble approached Biff. Rifling through his pocket for a 10 bit piece, he tossed Biff the money and grabbed a large cup, disappearing from Plenty's sight beneath her boobs. Seconds later, she felt her nipple being tugged on. With a soft hum, her tail swishing slowly in contentment, Plenty allowed the fresh pressure within her to escape. The sound of rapidly sloshing liquid reached her ears as Rumble stroked her, his cup filling with whatever she was making. The pleasant tickling oozing from within her probably signaled something carbonated, if experience served. Whatever it was, he was sure to be nourished, in heart if not in body, 'cause that's what she was all about.

"Thanks, Plenty," Rumble said, reaching up to give her huge breast a playful parting slap, sending ripples beneath her skin. Drops of leftover fluid shook off of her to the floor, where a sloped drain waited to catch them.

"Thank you for your continued patronage," Plenty replied.

Content to sip his soda, Rumble loped back over to his friend. Meanwhile, Button's attention remained squarely on Plenty. He was either devouring her with his eyes or reading the menu. She had figured out quickly that ponies had a hard time looking away, so she just printed the Plenty's Place offerings and directions right on the top halves of her tits with a special marker, permanent until erased. The letters were distorted by her stupidly voluptuous curves, but were still legible. Her right (the reader's left) read:

Welcome to Plenty's Place
Self-Serve Beverages:
My breasts magically produce whatever the creature milking them most wants to drink at the moment!
Small - 6 bits
Medium - 8 bits
Large - 10 bits
All you can Wring Out in Two Minutes - 25 bits
(Bring your own containers)

And her left read:

1. I'm taken and committed, so don't ask.
2. Keep to one side of my chest. There are others waiting.
3. Drinking from the tap, or otherwise using your mouth, is not allowed. It's unsanitary.
4. Use an open stall to tend to yourself if you need to. Clean up afterwards.
5. Biff can and will drag you out if you don't follow these rules, or try anything else funny.

Finding his nerve, Button stepped up to Biff, who had been waiting quietly, if not patiently. "I already ate, so... I'll take a Small," he said, passing the stallion some coins. Then, taking his cup, her shimmied up to Plenty.

Again, though she couldn't see him, Plenty could feel Button gingerly squeezing and running his fingers along her tit, cementing the experience in his memory, before he moved lower. Plenty giggled as he tickled her bumpy areola through the shelf, then reached her nipple. Wrapping his fingers around it, he slowly began to tenderly stroke her up and down with barely any pressure. Kind, but ineffective; Button needed to put more force into it if he wanted his drink!

So, Plenty told him as much. "You're gonna have to do it harder than that. Don't be afraid, dear, just give my girl a good, solid yank or two."

After gulping audibly, Button complied, squeezing strongly and pulling her hot nipple towards the floor. That did it; a sudden chill tempered the warmth in Plenty's breast as something thick and cold - a milkshake, she guessed - poured from within. Button held her there until his cup was full. She noticed his blush had reddened when he went to get a spoon. Soon after, Button's brows rose as he took a taste. "Hey, this is really good. Sugarcube Corner doesn't carry mint flavor, it's not very popular."

"Glad to hear it," Plenty replied. He probably needed the mint to relax, after coming to her for his sexual milestone, and she didn't blame him.

"Forget the milkshake, how was Plenty?" Rumble prodded, his own brows wiggling lecherously.

Button turned away, embarrassed. "She was... soft."

Rumble huffed at him. "Really, bro? That's all you have to say?"

"N-Not right in front of her!" Button stage whispered, glancing furtively up at Plenty. "Also, don't we need to go?"

"Mmm, yeah." Hovering off the ground a few inches, with his back to the door, Rumble retreated, snapping his fingers (those unoccupied by the soda) before pointing at Plenty. "Later, good lookin'."

Plenty almost rolled her eyes at his misplaced, transparent flirting. Still, colts such as the two of them were a significant portion of her business, so she kept things cordial with a simple wave and a "Come again!"

And then they were gone, Button following behind with the shake he helped her make, off to their apprenticeships, or high school, or whatever it was they had planned. Plenty's own experience at that age lacked in variety; she'd been homeschooled by her Ma once her boobs got distractingly big for the students and appallingly big for her teacher. Made it hard to monkey around with friends, too, but nopony was perfect. Mobility was the price she paid for her gift.

Biff placed his hands in his jacket pockets, sharing Plenty's sudden wistfulness. "Ah, youth. So innocent. Unscarred and unwise to the hearts of mares."

Trying to wax poetic, despite a lack of real artistic talent? That was better. Plenty had barely enough time to trade smiles with Biff, let alone advance the mood, before the next creature pushed the door open: an unmistakable blue griffon in a white and purple school uniform. "Hey, guys," he greeted, in his somewhat nasally voice.

"Morning, Gallus," Biff replied.

"Back to stock up on more soup?" Plenty asked, spying the large, gallon-sized glass jugs he carried: one under each arm and a third hooked on his prehensile tail.

"Obviously," he confirmed, his wings spreading a tad in excitement. "Nobody carries meat around here, let alone lobster."

This was true, Plenty knew, as Grubber had also complained about it. And unlike Gallus, he preferred solid fare. A pegasus named Fluttershy had to stop him from spit-roasting a rabbit, once, with fierce scolding. But this wasn't the moment to reminisce. Leaning to the side on the railing, Plenty pointed to the empty lines leading to her tits. "Anyhow, y'all can hop to it, Gallus. Ready when you are."

Gallus' beak quirked at that. "A deal this good? Don't mind if I do." Passing exact change to Biff - 25 bits - Gallus took position by Plenty's breasts, his own jugs placed on the floor in preparation to receive his bulk buy. Biff rolled up his sleeve, revealing his watch.

The second Gallus touched her, Biff began timing him. Holding the chilly mouth of the jug directly against Plenty's nipple, he began to tug furiously at it with his other hand. Gasping as his claws pinched at her delicate skin, Plenty couldn't hold her tit back even if she tried under such an onslaught of hungry motion. Steaming liquid bubbled within her before rapidly escaping. It was as if a jacuzzi had suddenly been turned on inside Plenty, just below scalding and very nice.

Exhaling audibly, she quickly filled Gallus' jug with creamy, flavorful lobster bisque. And once that one was full, he set the heavy bottle on the floor, switching it out for the next one before too much of the soup his continuing ministrations was drawing out of her gurgled down the drain. Stars, he was almost as good at milking her as Biff was, and Biff could get her to fill their whole bathtub in minutes sometimes.

Plenty had nearly lost her composure by the time Gallus had finished topping off his jugs, with seconds to spare. Calm returned only when his hand left her nipple, still throbbing and disgorging a few more lingering pints of rich delicacy.

"There we go," Gallus said, preparing to transport his purchase. "You know, Silverstream loves this stuff too, Plenty; she helped me eat through the last batch."

Simply humming in acknowledgement, she watched him go without regret. Creatures willing and able to caress her were never in short supply. And again, there was always Biff, who still looked more than happy to simply be in her presence. Though, in truth, she was just as smitten with him. Ironically, the retired hired muscle was just naturally more affectionate. She'd have been fine keeping things at a friends-with-benefits level.

After that, the rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. An unkempt pinkish-purple mare with a raspberry mane shambled in on her feet like a zombie, layers of bags under her eyes. The earth pony came in often, but had never introduced herself to Plenty, always too hung over. With the same mechanical action as was typical, she silently pulled out a Medium cup and threw a handful of bits at a bemused Biff, who tried to gather them all before they bounced off the counter and onto the tiles. Plenty then filled her cup for her - extra black coffee, lukewarm for immediate guzzling. Which she then proceeded to do, tipping her muzzle back as she headed out without a word. Such excessive alcohol consumption certainly wasn't healthy, but Plenty wasn't a councilor, and she was happy to help the poor mare in her own way.

A few more faces came and went before the lunch rush. That was when forming lines actually became necessary, as groups of customers filed into Plenty's Place faster than she and Biff could serve them. Back and forth or simultaneously, Plenty's behemoth breasts made lemonade, beer, kale smoothies, and more in succession. Many friendly conversations were had and local gossip traded, though newcomers were often speechless, sometimes holding up the line as they soaked Plenty in.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, Plenty was drained in more ways than one, so she hoisted her breasts back up and stomped into the kitchen. "Fuck, am I always hungry as a post-fasting llama after a few hours o' that."

Already waiting, Biff helped her into her seat. "If I hadn't already seen a dozen crazy-ass magic artifacts in action, I'd be surprised you don't need more food, Plenty."

"So, wait, are you saying I'm magic, or have a crazy ass?" Plenty quipped.

His grin widening, Biff leaned down to hug her. "Why not both?"

Brushing her mane back, her own smile also grew. "Touché."

"Yeah, well, speaking of food, I already gotta lot comin' your way, girl," interjected Grubber, who was reaching a mitted claw to the oven. Plenty salivated as he pulled out a tray with a single, multi-foot submarine sandwich on it, the type usually reserved for catering. Cut into sixths, it was absolutely crammed with layers of vegetables, dressing, and melted cheese.

Plenty could hardly refrain from literally pouncing on the dish as Grubber set aside pieces for himself and Biff on plates, the latter sitting down in his usual spot. Then, Grubber just slid the whole tray - with the remaining four sections - over to Plenty. She scooped up the first one in a second, mouth opened as wide as she could get it, and tore off a huge chunk before either of them had even picked up their sandwiches.

Plenty nearly moaned from the flavor, her jaw working as her lashes fluttered. "Fanks, i' sho gud," she mumbled her sincere appreciation around her mouthful, Grubber basking in the praise.

Over his own meal, Biff watched with a mix of grim fascination and what was perhaps slight arousal as she absolutely devoured her majority of the huge sub, Plenty's body eagerly accepting the offered sustenance. They didn't talk much; Plenty barely breathed or chewed between bites. Right then, she was like a bear getting ready to hibernate, packing in as many calories as equinely possible. Not to mention that she didn't want to keep anypony waiting too long for her services. Case in point, Grubber reached over to fill his own glass with her self-made specialty as she ate.

Plenty, though, had a whole pitcher of water, again courtesy of Grubber, which she upturned into her mouth as if in the middle of a drinking contest to wash down her enormous lunch. "PWAAH, did that hit the spot," she stated, patting her bulging stomach, half-hidden beneath her cleavage.

"Sure looked that way to me, sweetie," went Biff.

"Yes, yes, I'm the world's best cook. Now then, I'ma go get groceries," said Grubber, putting away the dishes and grabbing some bags. "Maybe some cherries, those are in season. Ooo, and ingredients for pie crusts, cherry pie is legit. If I make a bunch more than even Never-Full over here can eat, we can save the rest as weapons..."

Plenty snorted good-naturedly. "Wha'd I say about calling me that? And how many times do I have to remind you you're not conquestin' anymore? We don't need projectiles, just vittles."

Grubber paused midstep, looking sheepish. "Oh yeah. Right. My bad, my bad. Still half expect to wake up on a warship sometimes."

"It's fine, Grubber," she said. "Just don't buy so much cake this time, or Celestia'll think you're trying to break her record."

"Ha ha." Grubber deadpanned, before waving off her friendly jab. "Ah, whatever, I know you love me." Now properly chastised, he descended downstairs with staccato footsteps.

As her stuffed stomach worked overtime, Plenty made a trip to the bathroom, both for the usual reason and so Biff could wash her nipples and areolae with soap and water. Being a food service establishment, she had to ensure her equipment - in Plenty's case, herself - stayed thoroughly clean. Once that had been taken care of, she was ready to get back to it.

Unfortunately, the first pony to enter Plenty's Place once she'd re-assumed her position was probably the single creepiest regular she had: a light grey, out of shape earth stallion with an unkempt mane and unnerving smile who went by Hugh Jelly. Biff scowled as he entered, the stallion openly ogling her for a long moment before buying a Large, licking his lips and muttering about how sexy she was.

Plenty grinned and bared it as he sniffed deeply of her breasts, feeling the rush of air near her skin, before proceeding to milk her. Yes, he was a filthy pervert, but as long as he didn't break any of her store rules, and came when no other creatures typically did, she would continue to restraint Biff from punting him out on his ass. Reluctantly, but, well, he was still one of her best customers, and she wasn't exactly rolling in bits yet.

So, Plenty tried not to think about the situation too hard as Hugh filled his cup to the brim, with her natural breastmilk, as always. Grunting, he took his prize over to one of the stalls, something hard she didn't need two guesses to identify straining against his stained pants as he shuffled. Opening the door, which was a one-way mirror so occupants could see out but not the other way around, Hugh plopped down onto the bench. Also inside, briefly visible before he shut the door, were a lidded trash can, tissue box, paper towels, and a bottle of spray-on window cleaner.

Now, she didn't blame creatures when they got uncontrollably horny in her presence - that was why she installed the masturbation booths in the first place - but Hugh used them literally every time. Plenty huffed in annoyance. Didn't he have anything better to do with his life? Maybe clean his shirts?

At least Lyra showed up later with the afternoon crowd, Plenty having quickly become fast friends with the bubbly, impossible-to-make-uncomfortable unicorn. She now stood near the back corner, chatting with Plenty as she served other customers.

"I swear, you've got a good thing going here," Lyra said, grinning as she took a swig of her tea. "Like, I was just thinking how much I missed green tea, but brewing it is so annoying," she griped. "First you have to heat the water to the right temperature, then wait for the leaves to steep, and then wait for it to cool back down. But with you, Plenty, it's instant. Bam, tea!"

Plenty, head twisted down and around, smiled at Lyra's comedic gesticulation. "Ya could describe it that way, I reckon."

"Well, yeah," Lyra confirmed. "Your rack does work fast."

"That it does." Still, while Plenty was grateful for the company, she was suddenly concerned for Lyra's other relationships. "Are you sure your wife don't mind you popping in to hang out with a topless gal so often?"

"Oh, Bonnie's fi~ne. She's not the jealous type, and our best friendship is as true as it gets." After a moment, Lyra added "Well, she might be a tad envious of your endowments, though. She tries to hide it, but I can tell. It would make our evenings a lot more fun, that's for sure!"

Plenty patted the top of her breasts in emphasis, even as the next pony in line served themselves their allotment of her abundance. "Not sure just anypony could handle boobs this gigantic, but I'm definitely grateful for my natural gifts, and what they can do for others. Here's hoping my tits keep going strong for years to come."

"Hey, I think we can all drink to that." Raising her voice and her cup, Lyra cried out "Let Plenty's Place be here to stay! Three cheers for Plenty Full!"

The assembled ponies, all grinning, echoed her sentiment, drinks held high. "Three cheers for Plenty Full!"

And the mare in question beamed.

Author's Note

This took me way longer to write than I would have liked, so I hope my efforts were worth it. Please let me know your thoughts on the story - with all its lewdness - in the comments below. Regardless, you can safely expect more of Plenty Full in the future, though I can't promise when.