Lyra Grows Bigger For No Reason

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.”