Titty Taps

Needless to say, Plenty did, in fact, discover she was pregnant after a few weeks. She hadn't been looking to start a proper family yet, and neither was Biff. Still, Plenty was going to carry the foal to term. There were enough couples - gay or interspecies - looking to adopt in Equestria these days that the child would be taken care of regardless. (Abortion, while perfectly legal, was only typically done if there was great risk to the mother or child for one reason or another.) After some debate, she and Biff had decided to just table the final verdict for later.

Since then, five months had passed, and the child within her wasn't the only thing growing. The 'elevated hormones' - to copy the doctor's fancy science talk - from her pregnancy led to the expansion of her bust accelerating rapidly. Before that wild evening, Plenty's growth had basically stagnated, her breasts maintaining roughly the same dimensions year to year by the time she was an adult. Now, it was like puberty all over again, with pounds upon pounds of titflesh added on every week. She didn't mind, but it was becoming more and more of a hassle to go about her life, not even including the mood swings. Or the cravings. She ate more than the hungriest of hippos at this point.

But again, it had been her boobs which led to one obstacle after another. It got challenging to get into a comfortable sleeping arrangement, with most regions of her girls growing too thick for Biff to use as a pillow and her nips becoming more difficult to keep off the floor. She couldn't get her whole body in the shower at once any longer, and it took Biff's help just to squeeze through most doorways one breast at a time. The carts she used to get around continued to work, barely, but now Plenty could no longer see where she was going thanks to her own lofty cleavage, making things far more awkward. Even her modesty tarps were beginning to look small on her chest, leaving more of her femininity out in the open.

Thankfully, Plenty and Biff's relationship only became stronger for the hardship. With each problem that repeatedly arose, they worked together with minimal argument to solve them. She honestly did love the big lug at this point, and counted herself lucky that she'd met stallion who was tough and dependable without being straight-laced. Heck, after this long she was pretty sure she wanted to tie the knot, but was waiting for Biff to work up the nerve and propose, as was tradition. Her best guess was that he was worried about being a father with his history.

Their new pet was giving them both a good warm-up on that front. The brown-furred bloodhound Fluttershy introduced them to, named William, wasn't too high-maintenance. In fact, he was quite stoic, not the type to snuggle in their bed or on the couch, instead only desiring scratches. But they still had to feed, bathe, and walk him. Most of the time, Biff did the honors. William was an excellent conversational icebreaker, and he'd managed to make some connections around town, finally. As much as she may have wanted to, it wasn't healthy for Plenty to hog Biff all to herself from dawn to dusk.

Which brought her to today, two days before Hearth's Warming, where she was on the job. Her breasts, now double the size they'd been before her pregnancy, completely overshadowing her baby bulge, rested on upgraded shelving, made with thicker, heavy-duty steel bars more widely spaced apart. This was to accommodate her nips, which were now as thick as her thighs and almost as long, in addition to being slightly darker in hue. The balcony's banister had been similarly modified. Also, per her agreement with Applejack and Mayor Mare, drinks at Plenty's Place were significantly more expensive then they used to be, as indicated on her updated menu. With more surface to write on, she'd also upped the font size.

More recently, Plenty had needed to revise the actual items, too. Her growing breasts, twice as voluptuous and more than twice as weighty, were simply too productive for typically sized drinks any longer. A typical tug of one of her nipples yielded enough liquid to overflow most glasses almost instantly, constantly making a mess of the shop floor. So, she no longer served Small and Medium beverages, replacing them with Extra Large and Half Gallon sizes, with huge foam cups to match. She was more than capable of meeting the rising demand.

Oh, her model employees were there too, of course. She and Biff filled the air with idle banter when it got too quiet, while William eyed and sniffed creatures, vigilant in his task. The hound rarely let himself get too distracted by playful fillies and colts, no matter how much they wanted to start a ruckus. Though the sight was cute when it happened, Plenty still added a rule to her boob display urging guests to restrain themselves. Well, with William, at least.

Case in point, Plenty was snapped out of her musings by the sight of a well-dressed blue stallion whose name she couldn't remember slowly exiting one of the masturbation booths while trying to make as little noise as possible, carefully shutting the door behind him as he carried what was left of his purchase, some kind of big-city coffee. She and the other customers waiting might not have noticed at all, sparing the guy some embarrassment, but William had no sense for propriety, blocking the stallion's path as he stretched up to sniff at his crotch.

Face red, and not from the winter chill seeping in through the entrance, the flustered stallion circled around him. "Shoo, shoo!" he whisper-shouted. When this only drew more eyes to him, he added, at normal volume "H-Have a wonderful day!"

Satisfied with what he did - of didn't - find, William sidled away and let him leave. Once he was out of earshot, Lyra, who was almost in front, unleashed her restrained giggles. "Poor Noteworthy. Always hated attention, ironically."

Hand on his chin, Biff flicked his tail, confused and amused. "I don't get it. Who would be ashamed of jerking off to a mare with a figure like Plenty's?"

"Oh, stop," Plenty said, sarcastically waving off the complement as she smiled. It was a fair question, though, especially since more and more folks of all genders were spending time in the booths the bigger they grew.

"Somepony who's actively dating?" quipped Lyra, sharing gossip with remorseless glee. Then, changing the topic, she stepped up to the counter, waving. "Anyway, hi, Plenty!"

"Hey, Lyra. Always nice to see you, but shouldn't y'all be spendin' time with Bon Bon on a fine winter's day like this?" Plenty asked.

"I am! We're about to go watch the schoolfoals pelt eachother with snowballs: AKA the best spectator sport. But, you know, it's cold."

Plenty nodded in understanding. "Hot drinks are good for that."

"Exactly! Anyway, let's see here..."

As Lyra stepped over to Biff, reaching into her jacket for her bit purse, another unicorn mare walked up, carrying six empty barrels in her aura. She had the exact same popular local manestyle as Lyra, only in purple, and was a few years younger by Plenty's guess. She also dressed better, wearing business casual as opposed to just casual. The mare was clearly trying very hard to maintain a professional demeanor despite her apparent awe, so Plenty did the same. "Hello, and welcome to Plenty's Place! What'll it be?"

"Words do not do you justice," stated the mare under her breath. Only after that did Plenty's question register, and she shook her head to clear it before making eye contact. "Sorry, hello! I'm here to get some spiced winter wassail for the annual Hearth's Warming party at the castle."

"Oh, really? I've heard great things about that one." However, Plenty was somewhat confused. "I can certainly help on that front, but I coulda sworn Pinkie Pie was in charge of most big shindigs 'round here."

"Not this time!" she declared with pride. "Princess Twilight used to head up planning the event, since it was her castle, but now that it's a public space, somecreature else needed to take over to keep the new tradition going. I'm, uh, Amethyst Star, by the way," she added, momentarily distracted by the sight of Lyra going over to one of Plenty's enormous, warm, and taught globes to serve herself.

Plenty, long used to the feeling of being milked by such a paltry amount, didn't even miss a beat of their conversation. "A pleasure, Miss Star. Still, must be a heck of a lot of work."

"Mmm, matcha latte!" approved Lyra in the background, sipping her steaming beverage as she left.

"Oh, it is, but I enjoy it, and it's worth it to bring cheer to all of Ponyville," Amethyst Star said, replying to Plenty. "Are you going to attend? Er, assuming you're able."

Plenty smiled apologetically. "I am, for now, but I'm 'fraid I can't this year."

"We're spending the holiday in with our roommate, Grubber," elaborated Biff. "His people have this other celebration called Hailnukkah. And Hearth's Warming was never really my thing anyway."

"Well, that's fine too. How supportive!" Amethyst confirmed, looking back and forth between them. "As long as you're among friends, you're upholding the spirit of the season. Not everypony sweats the details."

"I reckon so," went Plenty. "I might provide refreshments in person next year, though."

Amethyst smiled at that. "We'd love to have you even just as another joyful face, though that'd obviously be a welcome addition to the festivities."

Nodding, Plenty stretched her right hand down along her breast, pointing to the menu. "Anyway, speaking of, I don't wanna hold you up any longer; I'm sure you're busy. With all those barrels, you're gonna need the timed milking."

"Ah, right. Thank you." Amethyst opened and set down the barrels she'd been levitating under Plenty's boob shelf and efficiently passed Biff her bits. With only a brief moment of hesitation, she then began to tug at one of Plenty's thick nipples with both hands. Amethyst's technique was average, but more than enough to get her tit going, and Plenty immediately began to gush, a wide stream building in her core before escaping to freedom.

As Amethyst coaxed the wassail out, from the sound of things, she was able to get the first barrel full in about ten seconds before swapping in the next one, only a few sweet gulps missing their mark and hitting the floor in the process. Plenty contentedly filled the rest of the barrels in short order. In all, a larger fraction of her increased abundance, but not nearly enough to put a meaningful dent her daily capacity. Whatever that even was, at this point. Amethyst even had time to spare. Plenty probably could've topped off a full dozen in the two minutes.

Amethyst, too, was impressed. "That was fast." After putting the lids back onto the barrels, she hefted them back up with her horn, grunting as she stepped back out to where she could look up at Plenty's face. "Wow, these are heavier than I thought they'd be, better get them to the wagon. Thanks, Miss Full. This stuff smells really good, I'm sure it'll be a hit!"

"Well, let 'em know it's mine if they like it," she said with a smirk. "Nice meetin' you!"

"Likewise. Take care! And you too, Mr..."

"Biff," he finished, rolling his eyes, prompting Plenty's smile to widen. That he tended to be unmemorable until you got to know him was a bit of an in-joke between them.

"Right, Biff. Bye!" With a wave, Amethyst left the shop, maneuvering the barrels after her. William stared at the barrels with that inquisitive canine look of his as he did.

Plenty hoped the party went off without a hitch, though she could ask around after the fact. For now, there were more ponies waiting to get their thirst quenched. Adjusting her mane and stretching her legs, she turned to the next customer. From there, the day was an example of relative normalcy.

When Hearth's Warming morning - also one of the eight days of Hailnukkah - rolled around, Plenty and Biff rose lethargically. Resisting the urge to play around in bed with him, and he her, they instead washed up before getting dressed in comfy loungewear. Biff wore a t-shirt and sweatpants, while Plenty stuck with a fluffy white bathrobe.

Per Grubber's crash course on his culture, Hailnukkah was an event originally born of necessity, much like Hearth's Warming was. The Storm Kingdom, as its name suggested, had some rough weather, and every year the winter brought a massive hailstorm, apple-sized chunks of ice whipping down from the roiling heavens at speed and obliterating anyone unfortunate enough to be outdoors at the time. Considering the weather team got in heap of trouble whenever regular hail even happened, for good reason (those suckers hurt for someone like her with a large surface area), Plenty could scarcely imagine how bad this fabled storm could get. She was just happy to get an excuse to have a lazy day in. Which was basically what the whole thing amounted to: sitting indoors to avoid dying and passing the time with your loved ones however you felt like.

The four of them met up in the kitchen for a special breakfast courtesy of Grubber, who'd woken up before them as usual to cook. After carefully setting her twin masses down, Biff sat next to her, which was nice, the whole arrangement made possible thanks to the larger ottoman she'd purchased. It made the kitchen a tad cramped, but there wasn't a better option, really. Her boobs were going to take up enough space for two ponies either way.

Beaming, Grubber spun their plates into position with a flourish. "Two vegetarian versions of the Raiju special for my favorite, and only, horny roommates!"

Biff snorted at the crude humor. "Appreciate it, bucko."

After moving back to the stove and serving himself some of the meaty stuff, he did the same for William. He did not look particularly pleased, shying away to maintain his distance from Grubber.

Grubber pouted. “Aww, what, still don't like me? Is it the teeth?" he asked, pulling his lips back for a second. "Can't be the smell, I bathe now and everything!”

William just looked at him for a long moment before turning down to eat. He didn't seem to prefer the special meal over his usual dog food, taking bites from his cute little bowl at a measured pace, occasionally switching to sip some water. Grubber grumbled and sat down on the other side of the table.

Poor fellow, can't catch a break with the critters, even after so much practice not trying to fry them up constantly. "He'll warm up to you eventually, I'm sure," Plenty reassured him.

Anyway, she was hungry herself, quite so, in fact, and began eating too. Well, shoveling, if she was being honest. The food was... weird, but good, in Plenty's opinion. When you were pregnant, everything tasted delicious so long as it was edible, and Grubber piled it high. Biff, however, ended up just pouring himself some cereal (with Plenty's milk, of course) and passed her his portion, which disappointed Grubber a little, but his enthusiasm quickly surged back up, high as she'd ever seen it.

Once they were finished eating, Grubber clapped his hands together. "I'm, like, so excited for today you guys. We're gonna have so much fun just hanging out it that it should be illegal."

"As if the princess would ever outlaw fun," Plenty quipped.

"Before that, though," Grubber continued, "I know you guys do a bunch of gift giving today, so, since you've been so cool to me all this time, I got you a little something, Plenty."

Blinking, Plenty shared a look of pleasant surprise with Biff as Grubber reached over to a cupboard she never used. She cocked her head as he pulled out a long, long... something made up of sections of red and yellow fabric. "Okay, I'll bite. What is that?"

"Wait a sec, they're all folded up," Grubber explained as he fanned them out, taking one in each hand. They moved strangely through the air, as if it was water instead. "Ta-dah! Mini enchanted envelopes!"

Plenty blinked again, harder. "Those aren't envelopes, Grubber, let alone small."

"Not the mail kind of envelope, the hot air balloon kind!" Grubber explained somewhat condescendingly, as if that was obvious. "But these two are custom made. They have the same spell slapped on as rigid airship hulls, makes 'em almost neutrally buoyant in air, even with a heavy load. Except these are modeled more closely after regular hot air balloons for the shape, ya dig?"

She drummed her fingers along a breast impatiently, still not following. "In Equish, maybe?"

Sighing, Grubber rolled his eyes, muttering something about unappreciated hobbies. "They're like big socks for your tits that should make them magically lighter by a lot. Like, floaty."

"Seriously!?" Her jaw dropping, Plenty reeled with the possibilities as she processed this. She wouldn't need the carts anymore; her rack could just go back to jutting out like a normal mare's, supported by nothing but fabric and her torso as they hovered in front of her. They'd still be gigantic and bump into things, but she'd be able to move more quickly and confidently. Shoot, it'd be like reliving her teenage years!

Biff, too, marveled, whistling in awe. "Damn, that is pretty great."

"I know, right? Here, try them on!" Grubber then rounded the table and passed the envelopes to Plenty. She'd probably just call them bags, though. Heh, bags for her funbags.

Anyway, cradling them in her hands, she hummed in approval. The material was smooth yet seemed tough and durable. Would've picked a less bold set of colors, probably, but other than that it was the perfect gift. She'd test them out later. Presently, she beamed at Grubber. "Thank you very much; I'll treasure them."

"Shucks, don't mention it," he rebuked, basking in the gratitude for a beat before adding "or if you do, make sure one of the princess' friends is around to hear so I can get that last bit of heat off my ass."

Plenty snorted at that. "Sure thing."

"Great! Then I guess it's time for some good old R&R!" Grubber declared.

"What, that's it? Nothing for me?" Biff protested, frowning deeply.

Grubber returned fire with a frown of his own. "It's also for you! You don't have ta lift 'em as often now! Also, they cost all the allowance I'd painfully managed to save up, plus some odd jobs," he added, deadpan. "Didn't even have enough left over for one of those stupid greeting cards."

Biff processed this. "I suppose that's fair. Flying ain't cheap if you don't have wings."

"I'm not going to be flying anytime soon though, even with this extremely thoughtful gift," Plenty noted, setting down the bags and leaning into Biff. "No need for the wild blue yonder when everything I need is right here."

Grinning, Biff met her eyes, their muzzles close. "How unusually sappy of you, sweetie. Must be the Hailnukkah spirit."

"Something like that," she replied, mischievously, before diving in for a quick kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, Biff being happy to oblige.

But before they could take things any further, William barked at them. Glancing to the side, Plenty saw him staring at her skeptically. He pointing to their bedroom with one ear before letting it flop back down next to his head.

"Oh, of course, our gift. Good boy," Plenty said. She and Biff turned back to face eachother at the same time. "Biff, be a good colt and go grab it, would you?"

"Ah, yeah," he acknowledged, leaving her for a moment to fish out the wrapped present they'd hidden in the closet.

Grubber's eyes lit up as Biff returned, carrying a box covered in striped wrapping paper. He stretched out his arms, beckoning rapidly with his fingers. "OOO, gimmie, gimmie!"

Plenty chuckled as Biff handed it over, Grubber immediately tearing the gift wrap and the package itself to shreds. Inside was a durable backpack, already filled. Grubber's eyes lit up when he unzipped it. "A survival kit! You two were listening to my cultural ramblings! I'll treasure it forever, or until everything's broken or used up."

"Of course we were, Grubber. And you're welcome," Plenty said.

"That set's better than what I used to carry around on the job, by the way," added Biff. "Ponyville has a vast selection."

"For sure; I can tell," went Grubber, placing the kit aside.

From there, they just reclined and relaxed, trading amusing anecdotes and idle chit-chat. No way Plenty could get cranky in such happy times, pregnant or not. Time flew by faster than a hawk to a chicken coop. It was nearly perfect, just herself and her companions, shootin' the breeze.

But nothing lasted forever, and Plenty's ears perked at the sudden sound of somecreature knocking on the shop door, loudly enough to rattle the glass. Her brow furrowed. "That's odd. Who'd be looking for me today? Can't they see we're closed?"

"I have no idea," went Biff, equally baffled.

"Can you go check it out for me, sugar?" Plenty asked. "Ask what the fuss is about?"

"Yeah, sure." Biff then stood and trudged downstairs.

She heard a female voice shout 'Please open up!' before Biff got to her, and then Plenty could only make out indistinct murmurs. Curious, she was already gathering up her chest and getting ready to drag herself over when Biff called out to her, sounding annoyed. "It's a couple o' fillies! Wanna know if you'll open the store for them! They say it's urgent!"

Urgent, eh? Must've been, if they weren't celebrating. Which is what Plenty ought to have been doing right then. However, it wouldn't be right to just not hear them out, especially this time of year. And now that she was paying attention, a bubbling need was mounting behind her nipples... "Oh, alright! I'ma comin'!"

After shooting an apologetic glance at Grubber, who just mouthed 'I'm cool' and began examining the survival kit they'd bought him in greater detail, Plenty hip-checked the door to the balcony open and stacked her tits on top of eachother so she could yank them through, followed shortly after by a scampering William. Turning and readjusting her boobs, she took in the scene. Biff had turned on the lights and let the fillies - more like young mares, really - inside. Both were expensively-garbed earth ponies, one pink and sporting a tiara, the other grey with glasses. Neither were regulars.

The pink girl cleared her throat and met Plenty's eyes. "I'm so sorry to interrupt what I'm guessing was a nice holiday for you, but ours was in jeopardy and we had nowhere else to turn. I'm Diamond Tiara and this is Silver Spoon."

Silver Spoon waved, blushing in embarrassment. Plenty couldn't tell if it was from her partial nudity or the current social awkwardness.

"You're fine, dear," Plenty insisted to Diamond, waving off her apology. "So, what was it you needed that was so urgent?"

"Okay, so," Diamond began, her tail swishing under her skirt in apprehension, "at my place, we do this fun, silly thing every year where we fill our swimming pool with hot chocolate. So we can, like, drink it while splashing around."

One each of Biff and Plenty's eyebrows went up, and Plenty asked "Isn't that unsanitary? For multiple reasons?"

"Let us worry about that," Diamond insisted. "Anyway, so what happened was, my butler, Randolph - great stallion, I don't deserve him - put in the bulk order for cocoa powder as usual, but the shipment got delayed, and there's no outlet with enough left in stock we could find."

"I believe I see where you're going with this," Biff said.

"Yeah, we were hoping your marefriend could fill the pool for us," Silver Spoon confirmed, though she sounded skeptical.

A whole pool, eh? That might actually be a challenge. With a sly smile, Plenty rested a hand on her hip. "I can try. But, well, this ain't a charity. Drawing that much outa me is gonna take a while, and it won't be cheap."

Diamond Tiara dismissively blew air past her lips. "I don't want to disappoint my friends; money is no object."

"That tracks; she's Filthy Rich's kid," Biff pointed out. "Good stallion, appreciates the fedora."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Plenty posed. "I'll get my jacket."

"You'll do it? Fantastic!" declared Silver Spoon.

"Oh, no need for you to make a trip, though, Plenty," Diamond interrupted. "Not when I've got my new Hearth's Warming present!" Fishing around in her purse, she pulled out a silvery disc with intricate engravings etched into it.

Biff took a step back. "My danger sense is going off. That's high-grade magic, isn't it?"

"It's not dangerous, it's just a portal medallion," Diamond explained. "Only officials working for the crown get the really good ones, this beauty is the civilian version. It only works across short distances, but that should be enough. Here, watch!"

Wondering what exactly would happen, Plenty watched as Diamond raised the medallion away from Plenty, shutting her eyes in concentration. Blue light began to swirl around it before leaping outwards into the air and widening in size. And just like that, a oval-shaped hole in space appeared inside the light, leading elsewhere. Everypony present marveled at the novel sight, including Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. Well, save Biff, who tensed up at first, but went back to being relaxed when nothing immediately exploded.

"Wows me every time," Diamond stated before peeking through the opening. "Hi, girls!"

Following her gaze, Plenty saw the aforementioned pool, within a room lined floor to ceiling in a greyscale tile pattern. It had been drained, leaving its fairly average depth readily apparent. William, who'd been nonplussed by the portal at first, perked up at the fresh scents now coming through.

Case in point, after some overlapping gasps of surprise, three more young mares, one of each tribe, stepped into view, all wearing swimsuits. Plenty had never met them before (they were likely Sugarcube Corner diehards) but she nonetheless recognized them by reputation as the Cutie Mark Crusaders, who were either famous or infamous depending on whom you asked.

"Hey, DT!" replied Apple Bloom. "Guessing by the look of things Miss Full up there agreed, then?"

Diamond nodded. "Yep!"

Scootaloo, meanwhile, studied Plenty - more specifically, her boobs - with an expression of pity. "Boy, do I not envy her. How does she, like, do anything? Even her nipples by themselves are insanely huge!"

Sweetie Belle huffed softly, glancing over to Scootaloo. "That's not very polite, Scoots. Besides, it's not as if she envies other girls. Plenty's not even a pegasus, and her Cutie Mark is for lactating copiously, so it must make her happy she's that, erm, busty." Putting on a grin as precious as her namesake, she added "Thank you so much for your help, by the way."

"Don't thank me yet, I haven't even started," Plenty replied. "Speaking of, y'all ready?" To make it obvious what she was talking about, she pushed her tits under the banister, their center of mass passing the edge and falling onto the steel shelf with a booming thump of fatty flesh. She would've lost her balance if not for the handrail. The renewed stimulation would have caused her 'insanely huge' nipples to harden to readiness, were then not already stiff from the mere thought of what she was about to attempt, a feat for the history books.

"Hmm? Oh, right, it has to be us," went Silver Spoon, who walked over to one of Plenty's breasts. "Come on," she gestured to her friend.

Rolling up her sleeves, Diamond squared up in front of the other, readying herself for the laborious task. When they didn't immediately begin milking Plenty, Biff spoke up. "She's ready whenever you are, trust me." Normally, he would have had to thread them downwards first, but not here.

After simultaneous shrugs, they aimed Plenty's nips at the open portal with both hands and yanked, putting the whole weight of their bodies into it. The airy tingling feeling of tight tugging reached Plenty, followed immediately after by a building warmth which she had no intention of resisting. Softly exhaling, she opened her floodgates. Rich, flavorful chocolate sprayed outwards, sailing through the air before splashing into the pool. "Mmm, there we go..."

"Dang, that sure is somethin'. Gal could give Discord a run for his bits. Well, if he even has bits; I don't think he'd bother. You get the idea," rambled Apple Bloom. Both Sweetie and Scootaloo nodded at her, idly watching the show as they waited.

As she milked Plenty, getting into a steady rhythm, Silver Spoon studied the hot chocolate as it continuously gushed from Plenty like she'd become a set of dual hoses hooked to a bottomless tank. "Let's see..." Craning her neck down, she stuck her muzzle up to the passing beverage, quickly poking her tongue out to take a taste. "Wow, that's good! It's at the perfect temperature too, hot but not burning."

Meanwhile, William leaned away from the continuing release, warily, before running back over into the kitchen with Grubber. For a hot second Plenty had no clue why, until she remembered that chocolate was poisonous to dogs, though he'd never fled from any before. Maybe it was the tremendous amount? Either way, he must've learned from Fluttershy or his own experience. He didn't need to be here any longer regardless.

Biff, however, had the opposite reaction, his affectionate gaze deepening to an enraptured stare that made Plenty wanna tease him a bit. So, she blew him a kiss, massaging her cleavage seductively. She was beginning to get a little riled up herself, what with these heavy sensations dancing across her nerves inside and out.

The whole bottom of the pool was well covered in chocolate at this point, and the level kept on rising as each fresh gallon built upon the last, Plenty's well showing no signs of running dry any time soon. Never before had she been given an excuse by a customer to just cut loose like this, and when combined with the power the two girls were putting into their insistent ministrations it triggered a release unlike any other Plenty had felt until now. Yet she knew in her gut that this wasn't close to her peak performance, and was dying to experience the pleasurable spasms such a monumental bout of lactation would be accompanied by.

And she wasn't the only one getting hot and bothered, her coltfriend sported a raging hard on, the button on Biff's pajama pants nearly popping open under the strain. His ears, too, were angled right at her, making apparent his desire to hear Plenty's every utterance.

Diamond, however, was less satisfied with Plenty's performance so far. She eyed the pace at which her pool was filling with disappointment. "Ugh, this is going to take forever. The day'll be over by the time it's topped off! Can you please speed it up?"

Plenty balked at that. She was already putting every dairy cow in Equestria to shame! But, well, if it was speed she wanted, there was one thing that always worked to escalate her productivity. And she had been dripping down there for a little while now...

After doublechecking to make sure Diamond and Silver weren't looking backwards, not that they could see past her tits anyway, Plenty slid her hands under her robe, beginning to masturbate, slipping a few fingers in to stroke at the folds of her pussy while kneading at her clit. Biting her tongue to stifle the ecstatic groan which would have resulted, the massive jump in pleasure below reverberated through Plenty's body and into her breasts. Slowly but surely, the pressure of the rivers of hot chocolate blasting out of her boobs increased in strength, both great flows from within her becoming less like arcs and more like straight lines with each passing second. At the same time, Plenty could feel her nipples swelling further beneath the palms of those milking her, allowing the streams to widen. Now, the level of steaming cocoa was rising four times as quickly. And producing the protracted eruption felt amazing.

"That's more like it!" Diamond declared, continuing to pull and pull.

All present were speechless at the sight of a set of breasts leaking like busted fire hydrants, even their owner. Plenty shuddered at the sheer bliss of it, having trouble keeping her tail under control. The roar of liquid on liquid, like a raging waterfall, drowned out all other sounds as her tits continued to satiate the fillies' desire for an extreme amount of sugary goodness. Pursing her lips to keep herself from moaning, Plenty dug her fingers deeper into her wet snatch.

It was then that Biff, unable to restrain himself any longer at the sight of her like this, crept over to the fapping booths, unnoticed by the others. He winked up at Plenty as he snuck inside, shutting the one-way mirror door behind him. That sly scoundrel; hiding his handsome self away! Still, the fact that he was masturbating to her revved her motor up even further.

All thoughts other than those relating to how sexy this situation was and the jolts passing beneath her skin faded into the background of Plenty's mind as her face flushed. Each of her customers' tender, insistent fingers digging into her nipples, the continuous churning and lurching from within, it just got better and better every second! Her desires to satisfy and be seen sent her wild urges building higher and higher, reflecting the nigh-on bottomless depths of her record-shattering rack.

Diamond's pool was so close to being full, and by Celestia she could get it the rest of the way and beyond, or her name wasn't Plenty Full! She was close herself, Plenty's determination morphing into excitement as her heart hammered in her chest and her fingers curled against her g-spot. Watch me, Biff! she exclaimed internally. Watch me fucking - fucking - oh YES.

Pupils widening, thighs shaking, a whirlpool of lightning overtook the deepest regions of Plenty's breasts and core as an orgasm crashed through her. Unable to completely suppress a delighted squeal, she came so much it was like an entire monsoon surged out of her. Flinching in surprise, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stopped their stroking at the sight, and yet Plenty's titanic tits kept gushing regardless. The quantity of hot chocolate bursting free had redoubled again, and during those wonderful seconds, she not only finished topping off the pool, but produced a dramatic overflow. The Cutie Mark Crusaders yelped as the frothing, creamy excess lapped at their ankles.

Overwhelmed with pleasure as she was, Plenty barely noticed most of that, her body undertaking its purpose to the extreme. She didn't stop cumming as her nipples were unbound from their portal-facing angles, the chocolate now hosing down the far wall of the shop, her tits acting like twin pressure washers that scoured the shuttered windows. Unable to get out of the way in time, the backsplash hit the pair of young mares all over, peppering them with countless droplets.

"Ugh, I'd be very impressed, but you had to go overboard, didn't you?" Diamond complained, raising her arms. "Look at this, now my clothes are all stained!"

"Forget that, the pool's ready!" Giggling, Silver began to strip, peeling off her wet blouse and skirt to reveal a bikini underneath. She then tossed everything to her friend, including her jacket and shoes, who caught the garments reflexively. Then, she made for the portal, leaping through and tucking in her knees with a cry of "Cannonball!"

While that was happening, Plenty was breathing like she'd ran a marathon, the deluge from her breasts slowly tapering off as her climax dimmed to an afterglow. She'd came so much that the floor below had also flooded, the ordinary drain inadequate for siphoning it all away quickly enough.

"Hey, wait for me!" Defeated, Diamond closed the portal, cutting off the gleeful banter of her four friends that filtered through. "Guess I'm taking the long way around, or our things will get even more soaked. Hopefully I don't freeze."

Then, she waded over to the cash register, temporarily setting down Silver's clothes on the counter and reaching for her purse. Pulling out a pen and checkbook, she filled out a check with practiced ease and left it there. "This should more than cover it. Bye, Plenty, thanks again!"

Without further ceremony, Diamond Tiara left the building, ducking between the dwindling streams of Plenty's magical lactation as she made for the door. Much of the chocolate flood followed the filly out, spilling out and melting the frosty ground. And still, Plenty's prodigious assets added to it, backed up fluid escaping with the same hose-like force as the start.

Plenty sighed, relieved in both senses. She was glad none of them seemed to realize she'd been seeing stars. This would certainly be a day to remember, that's for sure. Her own expectations had been easily surpassed, there. And her tits weren't even done growing! Who knew how much she'd be gushing in the months to come? Far beyond merely keeping her baby fed, would she be able to meet the nutritional needs of the entire village? Shit, she might have to make a public spectacle of herself whenever she needed to get off; if she kept doing this inside, odds were she might eventually blast their home to pieces!

Fighting past the last of her mental haze and back to the present, Plenty turned to face the booth Biff was in as the last of her cum gurgled down into the pipes. "The coast is clear, and it's... relatively dry now. You can come out, sugar."

Appearing more composed than she felt, Biff cantered over to the middle of the room, sending up an affectionate expression. "Sorry, Boss Lady, I was cleaning up," he said. Beaming, he pantomimed removing his hat and holding it to his chest, since he hadn't been wearing it. "But seriously, wow. With a spectacle like that, Plenty? You spoil me."

Returning his smile, Plenty swished her tail impishly. "Oh, so the sex isn't good enough for ya anymore, is that it?"

"Now, I never said that," he rebuked. "Taking you to Elysium myself never gets old."

Funny he should mention that, because that was about when Plenty felt that, against all reason, her body still wasn't totally satisfied. Shifting into a slightly different position at the railing, she spoke, huskily. "Luckily for you, it seems like I can keep going. My nipples are still stiff as boards, and they're telling me they want somepony bigger, firmer, and with experience to wring them out until the mare they're a part of melts in bliss."

"Oh, really?" Gulping in awe, Biff pantomimed a pumping motion with his hand as he peered into her eyes. "You really want more?"

Plenty could only moan with rekindled desire and beckon him to her breasts. "More."