Lyra Grows Bigger For No Reason

Chapters

Week 6
Week 8
Week 10
Week 12
Week 14
Week 16
Week 1
Week 4

Week 6

Rarity folded up her measuring tape. “Yes, that would be six feet and two inches. My word, you’ve grown, haven’t you?”

Lyra grinned at Bonbon with sidelong lidded eyes. “Yeah, Bonbon, haven’t I?”

Bonbon just kept her eyes on the fashion magazine that she’d picked up from Rarity’s table and pretended to read. Watching her girlfriend stretching out her limbs, having the tape brought taut against her chest and butt, and the little glances she kept receiving from her brought out too many feelings too strongly.

“Yes yes, you’re a freak of nature, Lyra.”

Lyra looked down at Rarity. “I think she’s just jealous.”

Rarity smiled back at her as she went over the measurements she’d written down. “Well, I’m certainly a touch envious. You have the perfect model figure now while also being big in the bust. Though your sudden change is a little disappointing since I quite liked getting to make you two matching outfits.”

“But we can still do things like themed things even if they don’t match! Ooh, do you think that for Nightmare Night I could get a Celestia dress and, Bonbon, you can dress like Philomena!”

That finally made Bonbon look up. “You’re not getting to wear a gown just to put me in a bird costume. Besides, you’re not tall enough for a convincing Celestia.”

“Not yeeet!” she said in a singsong voice. Bonbon buried herself in the magazine again as the image of an even bigger Lyra flashed in her mind.

“Oh, you think you’ve still got a ways to go?” Rarity said, writing down another note to herself.

“I think so!” Lyra said giddily, “I’ve just got this feeling that I - er, actually, Bons? Can you shoot me another bar?”

“Again? You just had one.”

“I’m a growing girl! Don’t be blaming me.”

“We literally just had lunch!” A sad look from Lyra made her change her mind. “Whatever,” she said as she reached into her purse and tossed over another granola bar.

Rarity had left as the two briefly argued and Lyra munched on her snack to soon return with a breezy white summer dress. “This is from my line for taller women. It should suit you just fine, but I will need to let out the bust somewhat. If you really think you’ll get a bit bigger I can make some adjustments for an extra couple inches if you should need them.”

“Ooh, thank you! I’ll take it!”

Bonbon interjected. “Or maybe you should try it on before buying. I don’t want to pay for something and then realize that you’re too big for it again.”

“Oh come on, I saw your face when that top split down the middle on me. I know it was worth the price to you.”

“Just put on the damn dress,” Bonbon said as she tilted her head down to hide her embarrassment.

Rarity did her best to stifle her chuckle as she pulled a curtain shut around Lyra. Soon Lyra thrust the curtain open dramatically and stalked towards Bonbon. It did fit her tall, slender figure well, but Rarity was correct about adjusting the bustline. You could see much of her breasts from the sides as the fabric was pulled forward and a small amount even bulged out of the large side gaps.

“Well? Do I look just darling? You better say yes or I’ll try to squeeze into your clothes again when we get home.”

Bonbon smiled up at her tall, gorgeous girlfriend. “I love it. It’s perfect.”

“Oh yay! Thank you!” Lyra reached down and lifted Bonbon off the couch and embraced her into her chest.

“Ack! Lyra!”

“Oh right, sorry. Hugging too hard again. I’ll get used to that. Probably. Maybe.”

Week 8

“That’ll be 32 bits for the whole bag then.”

The woman slid the money over and Bonbon stashed the coins away as she greeted the next customer. With Nightmare Night only a couple weeks away her sweet shop always became noticeably busier.

“Oh hello, Twilight. What can I - yes, I see you Pinkie. Hello to you too! I’ll get to you in just a sec - what do you need?”

“Could I get those little sour, minty candies? You know, the ones that I think you brought to a party a while back?”

Bonbon smiled politely. “Yes, I do remember. I think I also happen to remember you saying something about them being one of the worst things you ever tasted.”

Twilight chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of her head. “Oh, did I really say that? Um, well, I guess you caught me. I want some since I think the taste would keep me awake for study sessions.”

Bonbon smiled back at her and gave a little laugh of good humour. “Don’t worry, I tease. You’re not the only one I got that feedback from. Now let’s see, where did I stash them? They should be...” After scanning the containers below the counter she looked at the wall of confectionery behind her then her eyes continued to the very top. “Ah shit.”

Well, it wasn’t a big deal to get it. She just needed to get the little ladder they kept the side and then she could -

As soon as the ladder began to shift across the floor she heard heavy footsteps hurry towards her from the back room.

“I’ve got it, Bons!” cried Lyra.

Unfortunately, Lyra made the mistake of not announcing her presence soon enough for Bonbon to move out of the way of the hurrying woman while Bonbon made the mistake of being short.

With a sudden “Eep!” Bonbon was knocked to the ground as Lyra’s breasts collided with her, both of which now stuck out a nearly foot from her chest which made for a soft contrast from the hardwood flooring she landed on.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, Bonbon! Are you okay!? Please don’t tell me my boobs killed you.”

Bonbon looked up to see Lyra on all fours leaning over her looking very worried. She smiled up at her to reassure her since this was far from the first time something like this had happened even before the growth spurt. It was the kind of occupational hazard you accepted when getting involved with someone with her level of energy. Still, she wasn’t used to being knocked around so easily.

“I’m fine. I don’t have far to fall. Just help me up.”

Bonbon lifted her arms for Lyra to pull her to her feet, but instead Lyra got into a crouch, tucked her arms under Bonbon’s small figure, and deadlifted her without effort. Bonbon could feel the small, yet significant biceps under Lyra’s arms doing their work and realized that she hadn’t noticed those before. She had been so caught up with the other bigger changes that perhaps she missed the boost in muscle her girlfriend had received. She might just have to give those a proper feel later.

As Lyra tilted herself to slide Bonbon to her feet Pinkie clapped excitedly.

“Ooh nice save! I do that too sometimes, but normally I cause more damage. Which isn’t fair since I’m like 10 inches shorter than you and I only got these little things compared to your whoppers!”

Pinkie groped her D-cup breasts with a pouting frown while Twilight looked back and forth between her own near non-existent chest and Pinkie’s breasts with a flat expression, but inside knew that the subtlety would go unnoticed by her friend.

Lyra just held a hand to her mouth and stifled a giggle, “Well, thank you, Pinkie. Though last I checked it seems that you’d now actually be a full foot shorter.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened. “What!? Wait, a foot? So that would be...” Pinkie tried to do math in her head before Twilight intervened.

“It’s 0.305 metres, Pinkie.”

“Woah! That’s crazy!” You’re two-hundred and three point two centimetres tall!?”

Lyra and Bonbon looked at Twilight. Twilight sighed.

“6’8.”

“Yes! I am that tall. Big enough to wrestle a minotaur! Big enough to -”

Bonbon smirked up at Lyra. “- to eat a whole bin of chocolate dipped cookies on her own without throwing up.”

“You said they were going to expire and to get rid of them! I thought you liked it when I was being environmentally friendly. It was a no waste choice.”

“But no more snacking! The amount you’ve been putting away can’t be healthy. You ate like a horse at lunch too so you’re done for now, okay?”

Lyra didn’t respond and instead innocently hummed to herself and looked off into the distance.

“Just grab Twilight’s awful candies, okay?”

“Sure, one box of unsellable candy coming right away.”

When Lyra turned and reached her arms up Bonbon’s eyes locked on her girlfriend’s back when she saw what she was wearing. From the front it wasn’t so bad since although the apron was clearly smaller than it should be on most people it was big enough to cover her, but the clothes underneath were a different story. Rarity could only provide properly sized clothes so fast and that was limited to a few nicer outfits so for work clothes they had to make due.

Lyra was wearing tight black shorts that would have hung loosely on her as she used to be, but with nearly a foot and a half of extra woman on her they looked almost painted on. Being pulled tight and up by her wide hips and generous ass they looked closer to underwear. Bonbon realized that they might as well have been considering that there was clearly nothing underneath them.

Her shirt was a similarly black T-shirt that only fit because the back had been torn from the bottom up to her shoulder blades allowing it to pull forward and cover her chest. However, looking from the rear it had the opposite effect with the open back giving a clear view of the back sides of her breasts that were now so large that they flowed outward beyond her torso. As she leaned against the shelving unit to reach the candy her chest pressed against it and only caused more breast to be displayed as it bulged outward

Lyra, for her part, seemed blissfully unaware of the view she was unwittingly providing or the sets of eyes burning into her back. As she grabbed the large bin Bonbon let her focus drift long enough to raise her arms to help Lyra with the weight as she brought it down, but as the muscles in her back tense with detail that she had never seen before she realized that Lyra certainly no longer needed help with these things like she used to.

“There we go!” Lyra turned as she held the heavy bin. “And how much do you want?”

Twilight took a moment before responding as she played with her hair, “Um, I, lemme see.” She fumbled with her bag as she tried to find her notebook that would certainly have had an exact number calculated.

Bonbon took a few seconds longer to recover as she just looked her girlfriend up and down, but still didn’t take her eyes off of Lyra as she talked. “You know, we can’t sell it so why don’t you just take the lot. You just owe me a book. Or something.”

Twilight nodded, trying to avoid looking at Lyra again.

“Alrighty!” Lyra dropped the bin of candy on the table with a loud clunk.

Twilight got into a wide stance and did her best to lift with her knees as she read. However, there was much more unsold product than she’d anticipated and dropped the bin with a heavy exhale after only a few steps towards the door.

“You want me to take it back to your place for you? Delivery is free!”

Bonbon grimaced, “Maybe you should change first?”

Lyra waved it off, “Oh don’t worry about it. It’s not like it’s chilly out yet. I’ll be fine in just this.”

Lyra decided that it would be faster to climb over the counter rather than walk around it, which was quite easy with the sheer length of her legs, and after hoisting the candy over one shoulder and ducking her head to go under the doorframe she exited the shop.

“I’ve still got one arm free if you want me to carry you back too?” Lyra said with a chuckle.

Twilight laughed unevenly in response as her pounding heart cleared her mind of it’s vast vocabulary.

Bonbon watched until Lyra was fully out of view then shook her head. “Right, and what do you need, Pinkie?”

“Oh nothing. I just came for the view. But now that it’s gone I’d better tag along in case Lyra flexes and causes Twilight to have an asthma attack. Bye!”

As Pinkie skipped off Bonbon went to the front window and hung the ‘On Break’ sign. She needed to go to her bedroom to clear her mind of the distracting thoughts filling it.

Week 10

“So you see,” Twilight held up her book and pointed to the illustration, “if you were actually an Ursa Major your costume would be a lighter purple. But you can’t be an Ursa Minor either since it’s not blue enough. Does that make sense?”

The small, costumed child she was lecturing merely blinked. “Do you have any candy?”

Twilight sighed. “Sure, here.” She dropped a handful of treats in the bag held eagerly out to her. At least this one actually stayed to listen to her. As the child ran off Twilight slumped in the middle of the town square as other costumed townsfolk ran about taking in the Nightmare Night activities.

“Twilight,” Spike said between candy mouthfuls, “maybe you should rate someone’s costuming accuracy after they actually ask you first.”

Twilight’s Star Swirl hat jingled as she did a frustrated little spin on the spot. “Well they wouldn’t give me my own booth so I’ve got to educate these ponies somehow!”

“Yeah, but who would really find it fun on a night like this to be told whether some silly costume is ‘accurate’ or not?”

Suddenly an excited voice hurried towards them. “Ooh, are you rating costumes, Twilight!?”

Twilight turned back around and came face to face with cleavage pressed into a tight black corset.

“Gah!” Twilight cried with a start before looking up at a smiling face with cyan hair obscured by a drooping black crown.

“How is it? Ooh, ooh, guess who I am!”

Twilight looked Lyra up and down. She was wearing tight black boots with a small heel that came up to her thighs following up to a short dark blue skirt that shimmered in the moonlight. Then there was the corset drawn in tight around her waist that cupped her large breasts firmly, pushing them upwards and making them appear even fuller than they already were. Completing the outfit was a black cape that flowed behind her nearly touching the ground and hands clad in black gloves that extended to just past her elbows. These hands were busy fixing the black plastic crown with a white crescent moon design that seemed to keep slipping down her head.

“Oh you’re, ah, hmm.” Twilight kept having the name come to her only to have her eyes get caught on Lyra’s cleavage which caused her brain crash. The loop was broken by Spike.

“Isn't it a bit chilly for that outfit?”

Before Twilight could answer someone else ran to Lyra’s side.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep up with you? You get away quicker now, but at least you’re tall enough that now I can actually find you again.”

As Twilight turned to see Bonbon looking tiny against Lyra she let out an involuntary, “Aww!” upon seeing her costume. “You look so good! You’re a little Luna, aren’t you?”

“Ugh, why does everyone say ‘Aww’ when they see me?” She angrily ruffled her light blue dress. “I’m not that cute!”

Lyra leaned to the side to pat Bonbon’s back. “Aw - I mean - Oh no, Bons, you look really great in your costume.”

Twilight composed herself. “It really does look good. You did a well capturing the look of a young Luna. You have the little blue wig like her hair used to be and - Oh you even got the Princess’s hennin right!”

“I thought it was a dunce cap.”

“Spike!”

Lyra laughed, “Oh right, that’s what the thing is! I just kept calling it a ‘princess cone’. Rarity insisted that we needed the hat thing when she helped us with the costume.”

“Oh, Rarity helped you with that? That explains why you look like such a good little princess.”

“I’m not little! I’m only like two inches shorter than you, Twilight!” Bonbon paused and took a moment to calm herself. “But yes, Rarity assisted me with this. We spent enough time getting Lyra sized and resized that she felt she had to take this on as a side project.”

“And I designed this one myself!” Lyra announced proudly with a twirl.

“Oh you don’t say! Well, from the crown I sure can tell that you’re Princess Luna, but I can’t quite tell what era or theme of hers you picked.”

“Red Light District Luna?”

Twilight give Spike a nudge away, “Hey Spike, I think I see Rarity over there. I bet she’d love you to share some candy with her.”

As Spike’s trail of dust dissipated Lyra explained herself. “I’m not really any specific Luna. It was going to be like an evening formal thing, but that didn’t quite work out so I just went with a cool kind of nightmarey look!”

“I’m staying the same size so I was fine,” Bonbon said, “but it turned out that when we got the dress when Lyra was at 6’4 it wasn’t easily fixable a few weeks later at 6’10. Lyra made due with what Rarity had in stock which was, well, a lot more fake leather than I would have assumed she would have.”

“Oh that’s what was bothering me!” Twilight nodded as the pieces came together in her mind. Finally the logical part of her brain was active enough to override the blushing schoolgirl part that she’d never grown out of. “I mean, of course you can’t be accurate when you have to throw it together at the last minute, I get that now, but I knew the height was bothering me for some reason. You’re still six inches too short!”

Lyra crossed her arms and pouted. “I know I’m too short. It’s Bonbon’s fault.”

“Why do you keep describing yourself as being ‘too short?’ And it’s not my fault. You’re just slowing down which makes sense at the pace you’ve been going. You still grew two inches in just as many weeks.”

“Yes, but I had grown six inches in the two weeks before that and four inches the two weeks before that which means that this week I should have grown eight inches. That’s how the math should work out, right Twilight?”

As Lyra looked down at her seriously Twilight began blushing again. “Well I suppose...”

“Or,” said Bonbon, “It’s going back the other way and slowing down naturally like this whole freaky size thing hopefully should be doing by now.”

Twilight was frazzled from the amazon staring her down and from the equally stern looking girlfriend. One causing confusing feelings and the other bringing back the social awkwardness she liked to think she had conquered. She chose the safer option of delaying an answer, “Why do you say it’s her fault?”

“Because she’s starving me to death!”

“I’m not-”

“She is! She’s watching what I eat and it’s draining me away. See how thin I look, Twilight?”

Lyra directed Twilight’s focus to the bottom of her navel which was visible with the corset riding above it. As Twilight stared at her softly defined abs surrounded by an otherwise healthy weight she could only manage to respond with a creaky, “Mmmmhm”

“Okay Lyra, fine! If you think that eating two whole pizzas for dinner is a normal, healthy thing then you go right ahead.”

“Actually since I folded them in half and ate them like that they’re technically tacos. We discussed this.”

“Who cares! But you know what, if you really think that I’m letting you waste away and somehow that’s stopping you from being a skyscraper then you can have fun. The candy ban is off.”

“I-it’s off?”

“Yep, you can eat as much candy as you want tonight if it would really make you happy. It’s your choice.”

Bonbon was swiftly lifted off her feet as Lyra pulled her into a hug. “Thank you so much, Bonbon! I promise I won’t be sick like last year.”

As much as she wanted to still be mad it was really hard to when she had so much girlfriend pressed against her all at once. She hugged Lyra back, noting how her arms almost couldn’t reach fully around her anymore when they were pressed together like this. She released the hug when she realized she was focusing too much on a vision of what Lyra would look like when she actually couldn’t reach.

Lyra set Bonbon on the ground again, but they didn’t fully break their embrace. Bonbon gently rested her head against Lyra’s chest. “I’m probably just overreacting to these changes and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so hard on you, honey. Especially not on Nightmare Night.”

Lyra stroked Bonbon’s back until the hand had to shoot up to catch her crown from falling again. “And I’m sorry for treating you like the bad guy. I know I’m probably having more fun with this growing than you are.” She then shifted her head to be next to Bonbon’s ear and whispered, “Not that I’d have guessed that last night.”

Bonbon blushed and elbowed Lyra in the boob. As Lyra laughed she went over to Twilight and gave her a quick hug too, unwittingly sending Twilight facefirst into Lyra’s pushed up breasts.

“And thank you, Twilight for putting up with our bickering. And for not making a big deal about my inaccurate costume!”

The floaty, happy place Twilight was in when held by Lyra was swiftly tempered when she remembered how little the woman seemed to be concerned about representing history authentically. It still didn’t cancel out a nervous stutter though.

“D-don’t mention it.”

“Well howdy there you two! You here for the apple bobbin’?” Applejack said with a wave.

Lyra couldn’t answer as she was too busy stuffing candy after candy into her mouth. She had at some point in the evening figured out how to open wrappers with one hand and used that to her advantage so she could hold her sack of sweets at the ready with her other hand.

“Yes, I figured we needed to try a different activity since I think someone’s a bit too big to be going house to house asking for treats.” said Bonbon, looking a little tired.

Lyra paused her feeding to look indignant. “I told them that I was big for my age and they didn’t argue.”

“Of course not! No one’s going to argue with a girl that’s nearly seven feet tall!”

Applejack leaned forward. “Woah now, how about ya’ll calm down and cool off with some fun here.”

Bonbon smiled. “Yes, that’s what I was hoping to do. It still involves eating so that sounds fun to you doesn’t it, Lyra?”

“Oh yeah, let me give it a go!”

She plopped her sack on the ground, put aside her crown, and went over to the small pool of apples. Slowly she bent herself over the edge of the wood and leaned down, dunking her head into the water below. Bonbon was going to watch her efforts, but was distracted as she saw Lyra’s short skirt begin to lift up. It was short already so as Lyra bent herself over it gradually crept up to reveal her plush butt that she liked to “accidentally” press against Bonbon when lying in bed. That’s when she saw the panties come into view, but they weren’t the dark pair that she thought Lyra got for matching her costume. Instead it was a light blue pair with gold text on it that read, “Hi Bonbon!” Bonbon almost choked when she saw it.

With a whoosh of water Lyra tilted herself back up and the panties disappeared from view. “Hoht hit!” she tried to say as she held her prize between her teeth before releasing it into her hand. “Your turn, Bonbon.”

Lyra munched on her apple as Bonbon dropped her hat and stepped forward to dunk her head in the water. After a fair bit of failed bobbing, Lyra realized that Bonbon was probably not going to have quite the same luck as she had. She opened her mouth to suggest something, but realized that it would be much better as a surprise.

As Bonbon raised her head out of the water again she felt something soft against the back of her thighs and Lyra’s arms wrapping around her legs tightly. Then she was off the ground.

“Augh! Lyra, what are you doing?”

“You were having trouble getting a good angle. I figure I could dunk you better this way.”

“You didn’t need to grab me like this.” Bonbon tried to move their legs but felt them held firm by Lyra’s strong arms and the softness behind them could only be one thing. Or rather two things. “But I’m not complaining. Okay, dunk me.”

Lyra leaned forward as she had before with her strong core and Bonbon’s relative lightness not putting much of a strain on her. While Bonbon had her head in the water Lyra was able to look around her and guide her to the apples bobbing about. Applejack could only smile and shake her head at their creativity. She was pretty buff and tall herself, though still a good bit smaller than Lyra was now, and just imagined trying the technique herself with someone.

Bonbon tapped Lyra’s arms and she was raised up with an apple proudly in her mouth. She spat it out and cheered. “Nice work, Lyra! Guess you’re pretty good at this even when directing someone else, eh? Lyra?”

Lyra was frozen for a moment. It was hard to tell what she was feeling, but it was a an odd kind of almost nausea. “Yeah, just a sec. Just a bit of, uh, something.”

“After all that candy you wolfed down I’m not surprised. Did the healthy apple conflict with all the garbage you were shovelling in?”

Lyra wanted to say something sarcastic in response but instead just let out a small moan as she felt something pulse from her stomach and emanate outward to her limbs. Bonbon felt more plush flesh push into her legs and she jerked upward slightly in Lyra’s grasp. Lyra could feel the already tight clothes around her constrict against her body more. The ends of her boots and gloves drew down and against her limbs and the string of her corset pressed against her back, pulling up more and showing off another row of abdominals.

“Lyra, are you okay? What happened?”

“I-I’m fine. I think it’s just indigestion. Lemme put you down.”

Lyra crouched and gently set Bonbon’s feet on the ground before standing up to fully again. Lyra realized that the perspective was a little different than before.

“Lyra, what was that? You look... hmmm.” Bonbon thought she had been closer to eye level with Lyra’s boobs but now was seeing more of them underneath than before.

“I-it was nothing. I just felt weird and I guess jerked up weirdly or something. Say, why don’t we go see what other activities there are. Later, Applejack!”

Bonbon didn’t get much of a chance to analyse further as Lyra put her crown back on and hurried off. She chose to just accept that it was probably only Lyra acting weird rather than something more unusual happening. Though maybe that was just a false hope of hers she was choosing to have. She turned to give Applejack a tired wave goodbye.

Applejack laughed and waved back. “Good luck!”

“Bonbon, I’m thirsty.”

“You’re always hu- oh, thirsty? Sure I could see about getting us a drink.”

“Great! Okay, you go over there and line up and I’ll meet you back at that bench over there. I just gotta run and do something. Love you!” She bent over and gave a quick smooch to Bonbon’s cheek before hurrying off again.

Bonbon rubbed the damp spot on her cheek thoughtfully and grinned as she walked to the drink stall. Smooches were something she struggled to argue against.

Lyra ran around the corner and found what she needed. Rarity had her own booth set up for emergency costume repair and, while this wasn’t quite repair, she had gut feeling that she needed some preventative measures.

Lyra leaned her head under the cloth roof. “Heya Rarity! Mind giving me a hand with this?"

Rarity smiled up at her through the face veil of her costume and began to unravel a tape measure. “Well hello there, Lyra. I must say, I did expect to find you here at some point this evening. What have you torn this time?”

“Er, nothing yet. It’s just a little more undersized than it should be. Mind making a few adjustments to loosen it?”

“Alright, just stand behind the curtain here and let’s see what we’re dealing with.” Lyra stepped in and Rarity slid the privacy curtain shut, though Lyra’s eyes could still see over the top. “Hmm, well I suppose it still covers the important bits. Let me just take a quick measure. Have you grown again recently?”

Lyra felt something shudder inside her. “Uh, pretty recently, yeah.”

“Okay, well,” Rarity stood on a stool behind her and raised the tape measure, “it would seem that you are a full seven feet now! Most impressive.”

Lyra felt the pulse again.

“No, wait, I don’t have it right it seems.”

As Rarity held the measure steady she realized that Lyra’s head had begun to creep up past the seven foot mark. Then she heard the fake leather begin to creak and squeak as her limbs expanded, her arms growing longer, her legs lengthening and growing thicker with muscle making the tops of the boots groan in protest. Her corset was not faring much better considering how tight it was supposed to be to start with. With a snap followed by a gasp Lyra grabbed the front of her top as the back strings finally gave way against the combination of her breasts expanding and her back muscles growing more prominent.

Rarity stood in shock, mouth agape as she processed the sight. She silently extended the measure up until she saw the new height: 7’2. Though looking up at her she noted that the cheap plastic crown was still a little lopsided. Even her recent growth had not allowed the poorly made thing to fit as it should.

Lyra turned around and looked down at Rarity. “Um, yeah now you see why I needed some costume help.”

Rarity tried to compose herself. “Well, I-I’ve just never seen anything quite like it. But I’m sure we can salvage this somehow. Do you think this is the last you’ll have an, erm, incident like this?”

Lyra just stared at Rarity.

“Ah. I’ll see what I can do then.”

*****

Bonbon waited on the park bench. She splurged on the Jumbo Gooey Ghostly Slushie for Lyra and feared it wasn’t going to remain slushie-y by the time she got back. A small lemonade was enough for herself, but she knew that Lyra needed something more substantial. And sugar loaded. In fact, she’d probably eat the whole thing even if she was still tiny.

Bonbon chuckled and shook her head as she realized what she just thought. She meant to say if she was still normal, but calling her tiny just came so naturally. Did she really see this as the new normal and her previous 5’4 as being an alternative? In fact, it even seemed unappealing to her.

Stupid Lyra. Making her all self-reflective like this.

Bonbon was relieved when she finally caught the minty hair in the distance. And the bouncing. If nothing else that was something she very much appreciated about Lyra’s sudden changes.

Speaking of sudden changes, she wondered what seemed different. Did she always stick out so much from the crowd? It seemed like she could see more of her over the others around her than before. And wow that was actually a lot of cleavage coming at her.

She quickly found herself enveloped by it. “Hi Bonbon! Ooh is that a slushie? Thank you!” Lyra took the drink in her hands and sucked deeply.

Bonbon took in the rest of Lyra once she was freed. “Say, what happened to your costume?”

“Uuuhhh whaddaya mean?”

“Your corset strings are red now.”

“Oh those? I just had Rarity change them out because the others were scritchy.”

“Uh huh. And what did you do to your boots and gloves? Why did you split them down the sides like that?”

“Oh, uh, that’s for flexibility! They extend so far up my arms and legs that it just felt a little tight and uncomfortable. So Rarity cut a split halfway down so my limbs won’t go numb and I should be good in case I- ....I, uh-”

“You what?”

“Hey. move over. I wanna sit too.”

Bonbon hurriedly shifted as Lyra climbed onto the bench. “Hey, careful!”

“Bonbon, can you shift down more? I can’t fit my whole body on it.”

“My ass is literally on the edge. What the fuck is your problem? Why can’t you just sit on the bench normally?”

“But lying down curled up like this is how I’ve always sat on them. It’s comfier. You knew this was what you were getting into by dating me.”

“...Just drink your damn slushie.”

“I don’t wanna go in.” said Lyra as she shuffled nervously behind Bonbon.

“You were just saying that it would be fun.”

“Yeah, but I’ve changed my mind.”

The building loomed in front of them. Or rather loomed as well as a candy covered building could with it’s fake spiderwebs and rubbery bats dangling from string.

“Lyra, I seriously doubt that Pinkie Pie could have made Sugercube Corner all that spooky.”

“Fiiine. But you have to go in first.”

Bonbon looked up at her girlfriend. “And I’m supposed to protect you I guess?”

Lyra harumphed and tried to fold her arms in a pout, but had to move her arms lower to get them over her breasts. “Well, I thought that protecting the one you love is typical girlfriend stuff, but I guess that’s too much to ask.”

“No Lyra, you- It’s just that you’re- You do realize your hu-!” after several false starts she finally gave up trying to find the way to express the obvious to Lyra and instead held out her hand. “Fine, I’ll protect you from the scary monsters.”

Lyra leapt into the air gleefully and grabbed onto Bonbon’s hand. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

Bonbon opened the door with a squeak of the hinges and stepped inside as Lyra followed behind. Then a voice called out from the darkness that greeted them.

“Try it again! Open the door slower!”

Bonbon rolled her eyes and exited, closing the the door behind her. She re-entered but moved the door much slower which caused it to let out a long, menacing creak.

“Thank you! Oh, I mean,” the voice of Pinkie above them coughed as she tried to make her voice darker and more gravelly, “Welcome to the House Of Spookiness!”

The normally bright and cheery bakery loomed darkly out in front of them. The windows had been boarded up from the inside letting in little outside light, and the tables and stools were scattered in disarray throughout the main area.

“Are you spooOOooked yet!?” called the voice, somewhat muffled by the floor between them.

Bonbon was going to respond but was cut off as Lyra’s large hand tightened against hers and she screamed. “Aaahhh Bonbon there’s something on my face!”

After flailing at her face with her free hand for a second a toy spider with fabric webbing finally dislodged itself from her face.

“Oh, it’s fake. That was way too scary though.”

The voice called again, “That was actually just decoration on the ceiling and not a scare, but I guess it works anyway! OooOOOhhh you’re so tall you find all new ways to spook yourself!"

As Bonbon's eyes adjusted to the dimmer light she could see that the upturned furniture was organized in such a way to give a single path forward. She went to move forward but almost fell backwards when Lyra didn’t budge. She looked back at her and gave a reassuring squeeze which was enough to convince her to follow.

They slowly moved forward until suddenly there was a sound of fibrous friction and something quickly rose into view.

“Ah! Bonbon what is that!? A snake? A giant worm?”

“It’s a rope.”

Pinkie dropped the attempted spooky tone this time. “There’s supposed to be a ghost attached to it but Rainbow Dash attacked it. If you look close I drew a monster face on it though! Can you see it?”

“No.”

“Okay well act scared anyway!”

“Aahh.” Bonbon stated.

Lyra leaned in next to Bonbon’s ear. “Bons, don’t mock the thing that haunts this place. You don’t want to antagonize her.”

Pinkie’s spooky voice came back. “That’s right! Now that you’ve braved the Ghost of the Seating Area you have yet a spookier spook to endure!”

As they crept further forward they saw that the counter had several bowls resting on it.

“The one who used to used to live here had her insides removed and placed in these bowls. Put your hand in the first one to feel her braaaiiins!”

“Seriously, Pinkie? That’s the scary thing?” Bonbon felt the first bowl. “Is this just spaghetti?”

“Ew, Bonbon, no! It’s her brains. That’s super scary and gross.”

“Really, Lyra? Actually? C’mon put you hand in.”

“No! It’s creepy! I don’t wanna feel brains.”

“C’mon, just put it in.” Bonbon grabbed her harm and tried to pull it towards the bowl but Lyra resisted.

“Noooooo Bonbon noooo!” She said as the two began a small giggle fit while play fighting.

“Fine, I’ll bring it to this bowl labelled ‘Intestines’ instead!” said Bonbon as she tucked Lyra’s arm under her shoulder and pulled with all her might to bring it very near the other cold pasta.

“Ack! Nooo!” Lyra shouted and ash she pulled her arm up and back Bonbon was suddenly off the ground. They stared at each other in surprise, Bonbon holding herself up with her armpit resting on Lyra’s muscled arm and Lyra being quite unbothered by whatever weight her girlfriend put on her.

“Stronger than I thought, huh?” Lyra said, making no move to lower arm.

“Or maybe I’m just lighter than I thought. Maybe I need to go on your current all candy diet myself.”

The voice from above them came back. “Laughing is not the point of a haunted house! Perhaps you need to meet the woman who died here!"

The door to the upstairs then creaked open, but they saw no one. At least, for a few seconds, before Gummy emerged wearing a plastic bloody axe on his head.

They were about to laugh, when a latch loudly clacked open on the ceiling near them.

With a whoosh a pale figure in a white blood soaked dress dropped down from the trap door. With a snap the rope on her neck pulled taut and she hung there, writhing wildly.

This time the both of them screamed. Lyra pulled the still aloft Bonbon tight against her. “Take my organs instead! I’ve got more of them than her!”

They relaxed only after hearing familiar giggles.

“Hehehehahaha I knew that one would get you! If the others don’t then this one always does!”

Lyra looked widely at the flour covered Pinkie. “What? That was you?”

“Yep! The noose is fake, the rope’s tied around my body. Oh, and could I use your height to help fix the hole I made in the ceiling? The Cakes will probably want that fixed before they come back next week and it would be much easier having someone that looks to be a good two-hundred and twenty three centimetres high.”

“Wow, good guess, but you’re a bit high. Rarity told me just in case I ran into you and I’m actually...”

Lyra peeked at her legs and realized that the boots were again painfully tight looking on her even with the slits cut into them. And thinking about it now the new laces for her corset were absolutely digging into her back. Even looking upwards the ceiling seemed closer than when she walked in.

“Uh, yeah, I guess that would be another couple inches than I expected. Or centimetres. Whatever.” She could feel that sensation dying down in her stomach now. The shock and fear was more than a bit distracting even with how odd it was to grow bigger like that.

“Knew it! Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend’s dying.”

Lyra looked at herself and found Bonbon still held tight against her facefirst in her chest. She swiftly held her outwards.

“Bonbon! Oh I’m so so so sorry! I didn’t suffocate you, did I?”

“Mmm, so soft...” she lazily replied.

“I’ll, uh, go get her some air. Thanks for the scare, Pinkie!”

“The pleasure was all mine! Bye, amazon Lyra!” Pinkie waved them off then called over to Gummy. “Okay, Gummy. Reset me!”

After the excitement the two settled to get something to eat before the festivities ended and they would head home. Or rather, one of them got something to eat and the other just watched in awe as she shovelled it away.

“You know, I’d never guess you were gay from the way you inhale those hotdogs.”

Lyra tried and failed to say something smartass through her food. After swallowing she then began to excitedly point past Bonbon.

“Ooh! Ooh! Bonbon, can you take my picture with that? They have a camera set up and everything! Only two bits a photo!”

“What? Oh, that? Sure, once the children are out of the way.”

Lyra bounced eagerly as the kids giggled away. They were gathered under the shadow of a wood painted cutout of a life-size Princess Luna in full Nightmare Moon regalia. She stood imposingly in her armour looking down on those below her and to the kids it was the perfect way to memorialize their Nightmare Night experiences.

As they left Lyra hopped over to stand beside it, but her grin faltered a little as she looked up at it.

“Aww, Lyra, what’s the matter?” said Bonbon as she got her camera out.

“She’s still taller than me.”

“Yeah, she’s the Princess. I don’t think you’re about to beat a princess in that department.”

Lyra huffed. The cutout was certainly accurate. A whole two inches higher than her current 7’4 standing. It wasn’t fair. She should be bigger. She wanted to be! She wanted to be Princess sized!

That’s when she felt it again. The familiar feeling that flowed through her.

“Lyra, are you okay?”

With a rubbery slice the side of her boots finally gave up as her legs widened. Her panties came into view as her body rose higher and the corset now looked more like an extremely overtight bra.

“Lyra! You’re getting bigger!”

“I am! Isn’t this great!?”

She now looked proudly at the cutout, staring it in the eyes. She went to pump her fist but found that her gloves were now so constricting that she couldn’t clench her fist. This didn’t dampen her happiness though.

“See, I told you I’d be princess sized!”

Bonbon just stared at her in shock.

“Lyra- just- what-?”

Lyra now had the sense to be embarrassed. “Uh, yeah, I’ve kinda had these little spurts all night. So I guess that’s what happens when I get off of your diet. Promise you’re not mad?”

Bonbon stepped towards her with concern on her face. “You’re okay though, right?”

Lyra bent over and hugged her. “Of course I am. Though these clothes are more than a little tight now. Mind snapping a pic so I can change out of them.”

Bonbon chuckled and walked over to the camera. “Of course. And I guess before you have anything else happen, right? Right, Lyra? ...Lyra?”

“You may have spoken too soon.” Lyra said as she felt that something again. It was different though. Not so much a subtle feeling but more like a rush.

That’s when she saw the split sides of her gloves slowly peeling further down and with multiple quick pops her fingers had finally become too large and split the material in each digit. With two sharp cracks they came fully apart and fell to the ground. Her shoes were not faring much better with it becoming cramped enough that her feet broke the cheap material open and her calves thickened enough to split the boots down the sides.

For moment this pain and tightness was met with pleasure as her panties pulled in against her, then it became painful for a moment, then the sensation was gone as they fluttered to the ground with the words “Hi Bonbon!” still readable but stretched very wide. She didn’t have long to be amused when she briefly gagged as the cape tied around her neck tightened but she was able to quickly pull the tie apart as it drifted away from her in the evening breeze.

The corset drew ever tighter as her torso broadened and lengthened upwards. The cups holding in her breasts gave way first, sending her large breasts bouncing down and nearly obscuring her dense abdominal muscles that only grew more pronounced. Then with a quick succession of snaps the holes the corset string was strung through broke apart and her black corset fell to the ground which revealed that it had not been doing much to pull her waist inwards and it was already quite trim from her changes.

Bonbon could only stare at her now towering, fully nude girlfriend. There was a flash that shocked her back into reality as she realized that she had as if automatically put in the coins and activated the camera herself. Perhaps her subconscious knew just how much she’d appreciate this image later.

Lyra took a moment to look at her body with pride. She felt her arms that had had muscles which bulged more, feeling oh so powerful, her breasts that were so round, heavy, and perfect, her abs that felt so firm, her crotch that was open for all the town to see.

Oh shit.

She looked around and it was fortunately late enough that it seemed the younger residents had all left for home leaving only a few adults enjoying what remained of the festivities. Still, more than than she’d like gazing at her.

She reached over for the Luna cutout picked it up to hide behind, but realized that it was smaller than her now. A lot smaller. Setting it down in front of her, she had a solid head of height above it. She had to have been eight feet now. Maybe even more.

She then looked at Bonbon who continued to stare at her and her attempt at modesty.

“Uh, at least the crown fits now?”

Week 12

Twilight stretched her body, a shiver passing through her as a cool fall breeze passed by, but paused when she heard a loud pop to her left.

“Rainbow, that didn’t sound good.”

“It’s fine. My knee always does that when I warm up.”

“That sounds even worse.”

“If you’re trying to get me to back out so you can beat me again it’s not going to work.”

Twilight shook her head and kept quiet. Rainbow was especially unreasonable and stubborn when a competition was on her mind, even if it was something as minor as the Running Of The Leaves. Perhaps if they weren’t so insistent on giving out medals all the way down to fifth place...

She turned her head as she saw Bonbon line up beside her with the number 10 pinned to her uniform of an athletic T-shirt and loose shorts.

“Hi, Twilight. Read another book to help place this year?” she said with a smile.

Twilight chuckled. “No, no new book advice. Just pacing as usual. I’m more interested in taking in the scenery than winning anyway.”

Bonbon could see that Rainbow hadn’t made any move to acknowledge her.

“Heyyy Rainbow,” she said smugly, “still mad that me and every other person in town beat you last year?”

No response.

“I see you don’t have your arms tied behind your back this time.”

That caught her attention. “That was Applejack’s idea! If she hadn’t made me do that I’d have won for sure.”

“Rainbow,” Twilight chided, “didn’t you learn from that whole mess that friendship is more important than the competition?”

“Yeah, but Applejack’s busy so she isn’t here. Our friendship’s fine. And besides, with her out of the way I don’t think there’s much competition for me anyway.”

“Are you sure about that?” came a loud voice from above.

Standing beside and way above Bonbon was Lyra in skintight running shorts and athletic top which, as with most of her clothes lately, did not properly cover the underside of her breasts. Rainbow Dash almost fell backwards at the sight.

“What!?” she cried as her voice cracked, “I didn’t know she was eight feet tall now!”

“Actually,” Lyra strode out of the lineup until she was in front of Rainbow with her defined abs directly in Rainbow’s face, “I’m eight feet and four inches, which is a full three feet more than you, isn’t it, Dash?”

Rainbow tried not to blush and instead looked away and busied herself with stretching. “Whatever. You’re big, but it doesn’t mean you’re faster.”

“Was that your knee popping?”

“It’s fine!”

Lyra laughed as she walked away out of the lineup into a space open enough to accommodate her size. She bent down and began to pull her long legs out, back and forth, the firm muscle underneath plainly visible against the skin as it flexed and moved. Bonbon didn’t really appreciate all the stares her girlfriend was getting and made a point to copy her warm ups next to her.

“So what had you held up at the sign in booth?”

“Oh, that only took a minute to sort out. They tried to print my runner number on just one sheet, but the font was too small so they had to go reprint it. I said they didn’t have to, but they insisted. Then I asked to put up a few of the flags around the starting area since I don’t need a ladder and I felt I had to pay them back for the other thing so it just took a bit.”

Bonbon smirked. “The number was too small? What, does it need to be bigger because it has to be proportional?”

“No, actually- oh! Here he comes!”

The schoolboy Featherweight came running over with sheets of paper and pins. “Here you are, Miss Heartstrings! I used the press as fast as I could!”

“Aww, thank you. Hey, mind pinning them to my chest for me as I stretch?”

The poor boy blushed, dropped what he was holding, and hurried away. “Nothankyouhaveagoodday!”

“Huh. Weird boy. Bons, would you do the honours?”

Bonbon shook her head at Lyra’s obliviousness to her own body and began to pin on the paper to her top. It was no easy feat trying to avoid stabbing her breasts when the material was so tight. She had to press against one breast with one hand as she pulled back the fabric with the other while also putting the pins in.

“Oh, Bonbon, please,” Lyra giggled, “Don’t be so rough. We’re in public.”

“This would be easier if your shirt was the right size.”

“It used to be.”

She didn’t even ask why there were three separate sheets she had to pin on until it was done.

“Okay, Lyra, what’s with the number?”

“Oh c’mon, it’s funny!”

“Why did you choose it? It’s a waste of paper!”

“No no, it’s great. See, you guys all have like a one or two digit number, but mine is,” she pointed at the three sheets lined up across her chest, “065,340,285. I’ve got the room to put that many digits! It’s funny! You know sixty-five million is my lucky number.”

“When has that ever been a lucky number for you? I didn’t even know you had one.”

“Okay, I don’t know what my lucky number is, but it should be somewhere within sixty-five million so it still counts, right?”

“You never cease to make me wonder how your brain works. Anyway, we should get to the start line. I think we’ve still got a few minutes, but I want to annoy Rainbow some more.”

“Wait!” Lyra said as she kneeled on the ground, untangling herself from some bizarre leg stretch, “I have one more good luck thing to do!”

Bonbon sighed patiently. “Okay, what is it?”

Lyra reached out an arm and pulled Bonbon in close. Her body pressed against Lyra’s chest as her head was cradled in her girlfriend’s large hand. Even on her knees she was still taller and had to lean over to plant her lips against Bonbon’s, kissing her deeply.

After a couple seconds Lyra pulled away and planted a finger on the number attached to the breathless Bonbon. “I think that ten might be my lucky number.”

She let her go and stood up to jog to the start line. Bonbon followed as well when she came to her senses. Surprises like that really made the other weirdness worth it.

As she approached she heard Rainbow and Twilight arguing.

“No, Rainbow, there is no height limit. She’s free to compete.”

“But what about using magic? That has to be a magic thing.”

“No magic here!” Lyra chimed in, “I’m just a freak like Bonbon says.”

“I said that only once!”

“Don’t worry, Dash, if you come in second you can just blame it on me then.”

There was sudden commotion as the others around them hurried to bow.

“Hey, I haven’t won yet!”

“Neither have I! Please, just go about your business.” Came a voice above Lyra. She turned to find herself staring into an enormous pair of breasts held tight in an athletic crop top much like hers, except this one was properly fitted for the size they had to contain.

She jerked back, not expecting to ever have to look up at someone again in her life only to see the pale, elegant, smiling face of Princess Celestia.

“I hope I didn’t surprise you.”

“Yes! Er, no, er-” she tried to properly perform a kneeling bow as she stuttered, but her long legs wouldn’t cooperate.

Celestia put a hand on her shoulder. “Please, don’t bother. That’s quite a distance to cover for someone such as yourself. I would know.”

Lyra now took a look at the Princess. She had normally only seen her from afar and certainly never from this high up. Still, even at her new height, Celestia's presence was overwhelming. Legs longer than many of her subjects, wide hips, breasts which, while not out of proportion with the rest of her, were still enormous, and such a kind, radiant face that had all the patience and love in the world. Lyra noted that, unlike her, Celestia's figure was not as muscular. She looked rather soft, though no one would doubt the power she certainly possessed.

However, it was unusual seeing her out of her usual gowns and formal attire. Instead she was looking ready to run with her midriff bare between the athletic top and compression shorts, both fittingly white against her pale skin. However, Lyra noted that her clothes seemed deliberately tight and perfectly sized for the intended look as opposed to hers which she struggled to squeeze into. At least maybe Celestia would have backups if her own shorts tore or something though she found it strange to imagine putting on clothes that would be actually too big for her for the first time in so long.

Twilight found her way between them, bouncing excitedly. Next to the two of them, eye level with Lyra’s stomach and Celestia’s groin, she felt almost like a student again. “Princess! I didn’t know you would be coming!”

“Well, I do love these autumn colours so I didn’t want to let this pass me by. And I thought it would be nice to meet the town’s new tallest resident.”

Even though the Princess’s gaze was nothing but pleasant Lyra still sweated under it. “Yep. That’s me. The, uh, big gal. You’re not going to get Twilight to experiment on me or anything, are you?”

Twilight looked mortified but Celestia laughed politely. “Oh no, not at all. Though she did write to me out of concern for your condition. And you’re right, Twilight, she does look as good as you said.”

Twilight tried to hide under her hair fringe and avoid the look she received from Bonbon.

“You have nothing to worry about though. This is something that just happens on occasion with seemingly no explanation. In fact, Clover the Clever once investigated a similar change in her own girlfriend ages back.”

The talk of history brought Twilight to attention. “I don’t recall reading that. And I researched extensively for her role in the Hearth’s Warming play.”

Celestia lowered her voice. “Perhaps now you’re old enough to look in the Canterlot Library’s ‘Mature’ section.”

As Twilight flustered Celestia addressed Bonbon, “I’ll be sure to send a transcript to you. It provides some very useful advice for helping someone deal with the increasing size disparity and some of the problems it can cause.”

Bonbon was about to bow and politely accept the offer when Lyra laughed, interrupting her. “Like this?” she said as she pointed at the breast flesh that escaped from under her top.

“Well,” Celestia said with a quick glance at her own chest, “some certainly wouldn’t classify that as a problem. Now how about we get in position for this race, hmm? I think your friend Rainbow Dash isn’t appreciating all this talk.”

Rainbow’s grumbling lessened when the warm smile of the Princess fell on her. “Well, I’m just not looking forward to third place is all.”

Celestia laughed. “Oh my, don’t worry. I’m not much of a runner. No, I’m quite content to enjoy the scenery. I’ll let you two battle it out.”

“I’ll happily join you, Princess!” Twilight called up to her.

“That would be wonderful, my dear student.”

Celestia noticed the silence from around her and realized that the organizers of the run were looking very nervous at the sidelines. “Oh goodness, my apologies. Please, don’t wait on my account.”

An organizer blew a whistle and the runners got into position.

“Oh, and Lyra?” said Celestia.

Lyra turned and Celestia leaned over to reveal the top of her breasts with her own number printed onto the material reading 004,366,813. “I like your number.”

Week 14

Bonbon approached the counter of the bookstore and put down the small armful of books she had been carrying.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but do you have this in hardback?” said Bonbon as she held out the top book of the stack for the clerk to look at.

“Oh, hello Bonbon, let me see,” she gave a little amused exhale as she read the title, “You’re really looking for a hardcover of ‘True Tales of Cryptid Encounters’? I’m afraid that such a- er, ah -such a niche subject does not have more professional publishing. Forgive me, but why are you interested? It doesn’t seem like your kind of reading material.”

Bonbon let out a frustrated groan, “It’s not for me, it’s for Lyra. She loves garbage like this and I wanted to get some Hearth’s Warming shopping done while she’s away. So, what about these books?” she began to shuffle through the couple other softcovers she was holding, “How about ‘The Real Facts About Space Visitors’ or ‘Ten Real and Terrifying Encounters With Spirits’? Do you have any of those in hardcover?”

“I could check the back, but I’m fairly certain we do not. If I may ask, what’s wrong with the softcovers?

“I mean just look at them,” said Bonbon as she fanned out the three books, “They’d be fine for you or me, but I’m just afraid they might be hard to read for someone like Lyra.

“Oh? Oh. Oooohhhhh of course. Hmm,” the clerk mused, taking one of the books and holding it herself, “Yes I can see how that could be tricky for her. Her hands are that big?”

“I mean, she could make due, but I’d like something comfortable for her. When we’re baking something big like the cookbooks with their wide margins are good since her thumbs won’t cover up all the words. Little paperback volumes like this though? Just imagine if you had to read a whole novel that’s sized like one of those little pocket books.”

“Hmm, that would be frustrating. One moment.” She pulled out a catalogue and began to flip through. “We do have a number of new releases trying to sneak in before Hearth’s Warming. So you’re looking for a larger book about, er, what genre would this be exactly?”

Bonbon shook her her head and smirked, “Really anything with a title that sounds like it was written while wearing a tinfoil hat. Nothing with ‘How-To’ in the title though. I’d really prefer her not putting any of these wacky ideas into practice.

“Okayyy let’s see what I can find. Hmm hmm hmmmmm ah! Here’s one from a more popular author on the supernatural. I large hardcover complete with illustrations that’ll be in by next week. It’s called, ‘Eyes In The Trees: My True And Shocking Encounter With Extradimensional Apes’ by Cracked Pot.”

“Perfect.”

“What in Celestia’s name am I supposed to get for her!?” fretted Lyra as glanced worriedly at the shops she paced past.

She had managed to get away from Bonbon for a time through a simple yet effective strategy of announcing that she had to do something in Canterlot and then running away to avoid follow-up questions. Bonbon by this point knew not to bother asking what she was getting herself up to since she felt that most of the time she was better off not knowing.

As the winter air blew past her she shivered a little as one would expect from her insufficient winter coat. Even though her pants were too short her boots still made up the difference, but her coat revealed a hint of her tummy and about half of her forearms. She avoided getting a new one since the cost and time to make something like this meant it would probably be a lot of money spent only for something she’d have already outgrown. She still enjoyed being big, but perhaps reaching 8’8 was not as fun when it brought the risk of freezing to death.

Her large winter boots clunked against the stone path as she walked back along the route she’d already come, hoping that maybe a store would suddenly inspire her. That didn’t happen so she took the safe option and ducked into a nearby jewellery store.

The bell announcing a new customer entering dingled loudly as the door nearly came off its hinges from the force of her opening it. When she was excited like this she could forget just how much muscle was packed on to her large body. She also tended to forget just how tall she was and the bell dinged again accompanied by the sound of metal rending as she bonked her head on it and its supporting frame when she stood up too quickly after ducking under the doorway. She chuckled nervously at the shopkeeper and easily bent it back into place, though it still looked a little wonky.

“And how might I help you today, Miss Heartstrings? Struggling for a gift I take it?”

Her eyes bulged in surprise, “How did you know that?” Did he have psychic powers!?

“I saw you walk past about five times now. Don’t worry, I know the look well. Though I am quite surprised to see you in so soon. Normally you wait a couple more weeks before come in desperate for a gift.”

She laughed, “Am I really that predictable? I must not do this every year.”

“About five years now, which is probably about as long as you’ve been desperate to shop for Bonbon? Again, don’t worry, I’ve had the same yearly conversation with Mr. Cake for what must be fifteen years at this point. Now, what are you envisioning?”

Lyra felt uneasy again. “I really don’t know. I want something she’ll really like, but it’s so hard for her!”

“Well, I know she’s a more practical girl from what you’ve bought in the past. We do have some lovely amber rings in which could be-”

Lyra continued, having been too lost in her thoughts to listen, “It’s just that it’s hard to think of other stuff she likes! We do stuff together a lot so I know she likes me, I mean, of course she does, but getting something like lingerie would be a bit selfish and tying myself up with ribbon would just embarrass her at our Hearth’s Warming party.”

The jeweller reminded himself that he was a married man and to not think about it. “We do have some lovely stone necklaces in too. One is actually made of-”

“And she likes reading, but she already has a like a dozen books she hasn’t gotten to! I can’t get her a new one to add to the pile. Otherwise we do a lot of baking for our store and friends, but what do I do with that?”

The shopkeeper browsed his wares trying to find something to grab her attention, but ultimately sighed and looked up at her. “Well, perhaps there’s something to do with that you could find for her. I must say, you two are quite good at what you do. Like those little mint things you-”

“That’s it! Ow!” Lyra exclaimed. She had shot upwards from her sulking position and banged the back of her head against the chandelier. She turned around and steadied it then faced the shopkeeper again when she was reasonably sure that nothing had been broken. “Sorry, I sometimes forget to duck! It’s easy since 8 foot ceilings are so low I have to, but I forget with these 9 foot ones. Oh! Yes, right, thank you! It’s so obvious! We make all sorts of different sweets, right? But why order in herbs and stuff when we can grow them ourselves! Bonbon would love an herb garden even for normal cooking and stuff. Thank you so much! I- I gotta go!”

Lyra hurried out the door, then quickly popped her head back in. “Oh, and I might be back later for something. Actually, I definitely will. But I gotta do this first. But I’ll be back! Later!” And the door slammed shut again.

The shopkeeper smiled. Well, it wasn’t quite a sale, but at least he helped. And now he looked forward to seeing her again Hearth’s Warming Eve when she absolutely wouldn’t remember to come back until the last second.

*****

Lyra walked briskly down the busy street. She just needed some simple gardening equipment to wrap up for Bonbon. They agreed not to go overboard and get each other too many gifts especially since they didn’t want to embarrass anyone by repeatedly opening presents from each other when they were having a Hearth’s Warming party with friends. But a trowel with some seeds all together in one package would be fine. Hmm, but gardening gloves would be a good idea too. Maybe a sun hat too? Ooh she’d probably look super cute in one of those straw- ah! No, just the trowel and seeds. Focus!

Her long legs carried her quickly and at her size it meant that most who saw her coming got right out of her way. Unless, of course, that person’s vision was obscured due to carrying too many boxes of presents already. Someone like Pinkie Pie.

Lyra barely moved as Pinkie collided with her, but the other much smaller girl got knocked right backward onto her butt as packages scattered everywhere. Pinkie laid there giggling madly while Lyra crouched down and did her best to gather the boxes strewn about.

“I’m so sorry, Pinkie! I should have been looking down more.”

“No, it was fun! Maybe not as much fun or soft as when I was boob height, but I still liked it.” She sat up and her head swivelled from side to side. “Is Bonbon not with you? Ooh! Are you already getting her a Hearth’s Warming Gift?”

“Yes, I told her I was going to be in Canterlot today so shhhh. Don’t let her know.”

“Oooookie! But if you don’t want her to know then you should probably hide because she’s over there.”

Lyra whipped her head around to see her girlfriend walking up the street behind her. She frantically scanned the area for anywhere she could hide herself. She wasn’t exactly able to blend into the crowd and ducking into a store wasn’t an option either since in her hurry she was likely to take out the whole doorframe. That left a narrow space between two of the shops she could sneak into. She had to risk it.

She remained crouched with Pinkie until Bonbon turned to look into a shop window then stood up and hurried to the alley. Turning sideways she got ready to sidle in which would be no mean feat considering how much of her stuck out from the front and back.

She was about to go into the alley when she got pulled back from something holding the front of her coat. She looked down to find that part of the metal used for hanging a sign for the local general store had entered one of the gaps in the buttons of her coat. She stepped towards it in an attempt to unhook herself and let out a little hoot when she felt the cold metal press against the bare skin underneath.

She looked back in horror to see if that had alerted Bonbon behind her only to find her girlfriend trapped in conversation with a very enthusiastic Pinkie who had positioned herself to face Lyra so Bonbon’s back would remain turned to her. In between excitedly babbling about Hearth’s Warming and her stack of gifts she gave a subtle wink at Lyra which to her felt more seductive than conspiratorial, but she got the message.

Lyra returned to attempting to free herself, but the decorative design had apparently wound its way into loose, frayed stands of thread that were all too common for her with the amount of clothes that tore against her body. She just needed a good tug to free herself. Not too hard to destroy it, just a solid pull and she’d be free. She counted down. Three. Two. One.

She pulled way too hard.

With a metallic shriek as the sign bent sideways and a tear of fabric as her coat shredded itself she tumbled into the alley. She looked up to see the sign was now at a ninety degree angle the wrong way and half of her coat was now hanging from the bottom, swaying in the chill wind. Wind that she now really felt since her entire right side was uncovered and what remained of the left part hung limply down at her side.

She quietly cursed at the attention she no doubt drew to herself only to hear Pinkie loudly cry, “Oopsie, I dropped all my gifts again! Mind helping me?” She knew she could count on that girl.

Lyra got to her feet and tried to continue down the alley, but found the experience very unpleasant without her coat. Her chest was large enough that moving sideways like this, even with her back pressed against the other side, had the tips of her breasts touching the other building. This may have been mildly annoying with her coat, but with them bare and with the cold making her nipples harden the sensation was downright unpleasant. Maybe vaguely erotic, she couldn’t help but think, but definitely not something she’d do a second time.

She wasn’t sure what to do now though since she certainly couldn’t step out into the streets like this. She got away with public nudity once on Nightmare Night and didn’t want to risk it again. She didn’t even have the excuse of a growth spurt, she was just dumb!

Trying to look around she was able to lean to the side and see a back door to the general store she had just vandalized and figured that was the best option out of anything. Leaning sideways she could reach down to open the door, cringing when she felt the lock break from the shove she gave it, but trying to duck in just made her head bonk against the wall. Instead she got her feet in the doorway then shimmied down with her back against the wall to fit progressively fit more leg in until she was on her back and could wiggle in the rest of the way. Without anything to hold her breasts they fell to the sides and she had to hold them up with her arms as she got her chest through.

Once inside she sat up and made her way through what was apparently a store room until she found another door and opened it to behind the counter. The poor shopkeeper practically jumped out of his skin at the sudden appearance of this half naked woman that stood over half of his height again.

Lyra smiled politely yet stiffly as she held an arm around her chest. “Heyyy, I doubt you have any coats but do you have a tarp or something I could buy?” She looked around the shop then excitedly pointed, “Oh, and that trowel! I’ll take that!”

Week 16

Bonbon worked away in her kitchen checking the temperatures of three different pots on the wood stove. Candy was tricky to get right due to how precise the temperatures involved were and, even though her talent gave her a sixth sense about these things, she had to remain vigilant. Not so vigilant that she couldn’t enjoy the snowfall though.

Looking outside the window she could see the windswept snowbanks of the quiet town lit up by the moon with the only other glow coming from the windows of the houses that lined the streets and yet she could still make out the distant, bare trees Everfree Forest through the tangle of homes and gently falling snow. There was something about the smell of the sugars cooking and the quiet winter landscape that made her feel so good about the season. A serenity that always felt so rare to find.

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs was a reminder of one of the main causes of that scarcity. She heard the steps come from behind her and stop with the sound of the floorboards creaking letting her know that Lyra was undoubtedly posing by the doorway.

“C’mon, Bons. I know you want to see me in my little black dress.”

Bonbon sighed and turned around with an amused smile on her face. There Lyra stood, head tilted as it nearly brushed the ceiling and body so broad it obscured the door frame, wearing something else wonderfully inappropriate for the evening with friends that she was trying to prep for. It had been a “little black dress” two feet ago, but now that she was at nine feet in height it was no longer merely cute but now outright lewd.

It had been made with her newer dimensions in mind, so there was plenty of fabric to accommodate her curves, but it was still over a month old meaning that there was now a lot more Lyra. The dress was being pulled up and out by her chest and simply covered less because of how much longer her torso was. This gave Bonbon an excellent view of the bottom row of Lyra’s abs along with her matching black panties which in only a few more inches she’d find herself eye level with.

Bonbon approached and played with the hem of the dress as she spoke. “As much as I appreciate these shows we’ve really got to find you something for next week.”

“Really? I like this. It’s better than that V-neck I tried.”

“It wouldn’t be a V-neck without those things.” Bonbon teased.

“I know you said to throw it out, but I saved it. Figured it would be a nice reward for you after slaving over the stove all evening.”

Bonbon turned back to check the temperatures and timing and also to hide her blush. “Yes, that’s very nice,” she said, trying to sound serious again, “now there’s still a lot I have to do to get these ready and we’ll be busy with enough holiday stuff that I can’t spend all evening staring at you.”

“But you want to, huh?” Lyra was now standing over Bonbon at the stove, leaning against the wall with her body right next to Bonbon’s.

Bonbon focused her eyes down at her pots. “I’d prefer you to be wearing something classy that covers you so that’s one less thing I have to worry about.”

Lyra went behind Bonbon and got down on her knees. She wrapped her arms around Bonbon and held her closer, pressing her breasts against the back of her shoulders which caused Lyra’s undersized dress to creak ominously. “You always worry about stuff. It’s the Hearth’s Warming season! Remember how fun that’s supposed to be?”

Bonbon remained flushed and tried to pull away and, while she couldn’t break Lyra’s grip, her girlfriend obliged and leaned forward to keep herself against her. “We can have fun when we’re not busy. Now get back upstairs and change. We’ll pick something up tomorrow when we’re finding more gifts.”

“Mmmnn-okay,” Lyra mumbled. Then she stood up without unwrapping her arms from Bonbon. The small girl let out a yell.

“Lyra, put me down!”

“You said I had to go back to the bedroom. I just figured I’d take a souvenir from the kitchen.”

Bonbon tried to fight her as Lyra ducked under the doorway and began to ascend the stairs. “Lyra, I’m baking!”

“And it’ll still take a few minutes. And those few minutes will be me making sure that you don’t work yourself into a stress headache.”

Bonbon tried to retort, but couldn’t think of a really good reason to fight her more. Her baking was going awfully slow and she really should stop being constantly uptight, but her innate stubbornness made it difficult to admit. Her mind was made up when Lyra entered the bedroom and casually tossed her onto the bed. She rolled over to see her girlfriend looking down at her over her chest and couldn’t fight things anymore.

“Okay, a few minutes.”

“Yes!” Lyra did a fist pump and cracked the wood as her fist slammed into a beam above. “Ow!” She shook her hand. “That didn’t just kill the mood did it?”

Bonbon smiled subtly, "As long as you don’t break the bed this time I think we’re on the right track.”

Lyra giggled and dropped to her knees again, sprawling her top half onto the bed. She looked at Bonbon with watery, pleading eyes, “Oh my, I’ve never been apprehended by the Royal Guard before. Please Missus guard lady, I’ll do anything if you don’t take me away.”

Bonbon scrunched her face in thought. “Hmm, no.”

Lyra leaned back and looked awfully shy and smaller all of a sudden. “Please, teach’, I can’t let my parents see that failed this test. Isn’t there some extracurricular way I can improve my mark?”

Bonbon cringed. “I haven’t drank enough to do that.”

Lyra crawled on all fours onto the bed which groaned under her weight until she was above Bonbon. “I need a strong, sexy baker to tear this dress off since it’s digging into my everything and is super not comfortable.”

Bonbon smiled at that. “I think I can help you with that.”

Lyra giggled and scooped Bonbon up as she flipped around so she was lying back on the bed with Bonbon now straddling her waist.

“This dress really does look bad on you,” said Bonbon, “I’d better remove it for you.”

“Oh Bons,” Lyra said airily, “It’s not that bad. And besides, don’t tear it. I can just take it off if you’ll let me up.”

“No, I think I’ll take it off for you.”

“C’mon, let me just-” As Bonbon leaned forward to get a grip on the dress Lyra moved an arm toward Bonbon as if to stop her only for the smaller girl to grab her wrist and stop her arm in its tracks. Lyra grunted as she flexed and pulled, but she couldn’t move her arm even the tiniest bit out of her girlfriend’s grasp.

Bonbon was much better at keeping up the facade as she looked deadly serious about what was happening, but she could see Lyra breathing a little heavy and smiling despite the fact that she was supposed to be acting, well, anything but utterly giddy. Since she had gotten so big and powerful it had become a little thing of theirs where she would pretend that Bonbon was able to totally overpower her and both enjoyed it immensely. Lyra could feel vulnerable and more like how things used to be between them and Bonbon was able to enjoy the rush of what Lyra must have felt all too often while also enjoying the massive body of her girlfriend any way she wished.

“I said that I was removing your dress. Don’t try fighting me on this. You know how it goes every time.” She released Lyra’s arm and it was yanked back quickly as if she had been pulling on it this whole time and she inspected her wrist for any bruising from her girlfriend’s grip.

Bonbon shuffled forward on her knees to be able to reach the top of Lyra’s dress. She got a good grip and pulled with Lyra breathing in at the same time to add to the effect of it being torn off seemingly effortlessly.

“There, that’s much better, huh? Oh, I can see where the fabric dug into you. That does look bad. Here, let me make it better.”

Bonbon shifted around as she kissed any red marks left by tight spots that pressed too hard against her or pinched her skin, taking her time with it. Then she moved up further, able to lie her lower body against Lyra’s large, soft breasts while supporting her upper body by holding Lyra’s hands which, of course, could not move at all due to Bonbon’s grip.

“Now,” Bonbon slowly brought her face towards Lyra’s and couldn’t withhold letting a smirk sneak out as her big, dumb, grinning face filled her view, “now you know what I want. So don’t fight me on this either, okay?”

Lyra thrust her face forward and kissed Bonbon deeply. The two held it, pressing into each other for a few long moments before breaking off.

“Good girl. Now, I want to keep going. But I can’t promise that I won’t break the bed again>” Bonbon leaned back and pulled Lyra’s arms with her as she pressed her weight into her chest causing Lyra to, after a slight delay, remember to react to the supposed immense pressure being put on her. “Now how about we have one more kiss before we get serious, hm?”

Lyra looked Bonbon in the eyes with nothing but bliss on her face. “I want to taste the sugar on your lips again.”

Bonbon’s eyes bulged. “Oh shit!”

She leapt off of Lyra and ran down the stairs. “Shitshitshitshitshit-” she rapidly continued.

Lyra laid there as she heard a clatter of pans. “So am I still pinned here or would helping you ruin the mood?”

Now Lyra could smell the smoke. The window rattled soon followed by a clang as kitchenware collided with the stonework of the walkway outside.

Lyra stood up as all the mood had also flown out the window. “...Darn.”

Week 1

“Behold the amazon before you!” Lyra cried out as she flexed.

“Lyra,” Bonbon sighed, “you’re just one inch taller than me. Calm down.”

Lyra practically deflated and started to pout, leaning over towards Bonbon who sat on their bed, “Oh c’mooon. Let me enjoy being a towering 5’5! Or are you just upset that you’re now the short one in the relationship?”

Bonbon rolled her eyes. As much as she enjoyed being able to share clothes with her equally proportioned girlfriend she certainly didn’t mind the idea of being in a relationship with some difference in size. Or rather, a lot of difference in size. Still, she thought it less likely that Lyra was currently teasing her after picking up on that interest of hers and much more likely that she was just on some new misguided flight of fancy.

“Okay, Lyra, how do you know you’ve actually grown? You sure it’s not just better posture after I got you to sit on benches properly?”

Lyra harrumphed, “I’ll sit how I please! And I know I grew taller because I wished for it!”

Bonbon just stared at her deadpan.

“Oh c’mon! It can happen! Being taller has been my number one wish since I was a kid! Er, okay, actually number one is to be a unicorn. Or, wait -” Lyra looked thoughtfully off to the side and started counting on her fingers, “- okay, it’s gotta be like top ten anyway. Maybe top five since I think that being kicked out of an all you can eat buffet is closer to number six.”

“Whatever, Lyra,” Bonbon said as she got off the bed. As she stood next to Lyra, however, she couldn’t deny that they weren’t staring each other in the eyes anymore. “I still say that this is just your posture. And it’s definitely not a whole inch.”

“No, it is! I checked myself on the wall today and it’s a whole inch higher!”

“Lyra, we don’t have a wall to mark height.”

Lyra bit her lip and looked away, “Er, I may have been checking my height on the wall in the closet since I knew you’d get mad if you knew I was marking up the walls with pen every week.”

Bonbon stomped over to their closet, opened the doors, and pushed the clothes aside. Sure enough there was a mess of black pen marks all at the same level with one lone line an inch higher than the rest.

“Lyra!”

Week 4

“Okay, now do I count as an amazon?"

“Being barely above average is not amazon.”

Lyra stuck her tongue out, “But 5’8 is still big compared to you.”

“It’s not that big.”

“Then find me something that fits!” Lyra said as she pulled down her cyan T-shirt that now failed to cover her midriff. Unfortunately, pulling it down only risked her freeing her breasts which seemed to have been disproportionately affected by her growth over the past few weeks. Now they were in the bedroom trying to find something she could go out in that wouldn’t look inappropriate.

“Well stop playing with it! Look, just wear my oversized sleep shirt. That should be more than enough for you until we find something more fitting.”

“For now,” Lyra said mischievously as Bonbon went to find the shirt.

Bonbon turned around hurriedly, “What do you mean, ‘For now’?”

Lyra shrugged, “I’m just saying that maybe I’ll keep going. Who knows?”

“I think this little late spurt is all you’re going to get. And take off those pants.”

“Ooh, Bons, you’re awfully eager for so early in the day. Do my looong legs affect you that much?”

Lyra lifted her right leg and stretched it out on the bed. She reached down to the hem of her jean leg that now rested halfway up her thigh and pulled it back slowly. Bonbon was caught for a moment as she stared at it. Her legs really did look better, even though it wasn’t that much longer than a couple weeks back. Still, she couldn’t help but imagine if her girlfriend were to keep -

Bonbon impulsively whacked Lyra with a nearby pillow as she forcibly derailed her own fantasies.

“Please just focus so we can go outside! Here, put on that shirt and try these shorts. They’ll be really short, but at least they won’t look weird with your jeans turned flood pants.”

Lyra held up the small pair of shorts Bonbon handed her before looking down at her with a smug grin. “So you do want to see my legs!”

Lyra dodged the pillow this time.