Lyra Grows Bigger For No Reason

“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?”