Shopping Day

Derpy had initially been a little disappointed by the local Barnyard Bargains. The aisles were spaced very generously and she would have to grow much, much larger breasts to start seriously inconveniencing other shoppers.

It was going to have to be a life goals thing. She wasn’t going to raise her kids forever, it was good to have dreams.

She didn’t otherwise mind the store. Some of the locals had made noises that the produce wasn’t as good as when it was bought on the market, which might have been true, but it was also a pretty typical complaint for sheltered heartlanders. Derpy and Berry had been adventurous enough in their younger years to simply appreciate that food was available in abundance. You couldn’t take that for granted just anywhere.

Of course, abundance had become one of Derpy’s defining traits as well. Or possibly the defining trait of her two defining traits. Although most of it had just been Derpy messing with people, she had most of Ponyville convinced that she simply couldn’t help uncontrollably erupting with milk every now and then, such was the fecundity of her great glands.

It wasn’t true, really. Derpy was usually in full control, or at least knew how to get her boobs calmed back down. If anything was out of control, it might have been her growing tendency towards exhibitionism. It was simply too delightful to have her size and productivity on display. That was, after all, why she was wearing the undersized tank top she had selected.

This was meant to be a family shopping trip however, so Derpy was on her best behavior. Or in any case, moderately good behavior. Sufficiently prudish ponies might think that the best behavior for someone as stacked as Derpy would be to stay out of the public eye.

That wouldn’t do, of course. It’d be a crime to hide her boobs away, especially now that they were large enough to be truly memorable. Every furtively stolen glance seemed to brush across her skin like feathers, sending a shiver of delight from her nipples to her loins, as though Derpy was experiencing a forbidden thrill by proxy.

Of course there was nothing actually forbidden about it. Those ponies who knew Derpy even a little took their time to admire her size before going on with their day. She responded with indulgent smiles and a deep sense of satisfaction. Her boobs did deserve more than a cursory glance, after all. One day she’d be big enough to leave jaws dropped in awe in her wake wherever she went. She still pretended to be surprised that the walk to the store had already escalated her persistent lust to dangerously fun heights.

Still, their daughters walked confidently now, so they tended to grab from the shelves whatever sparked their interest, so Derpy couldn’t just spend the whole trip suggestively stretching her back or fussing with the straps of her top to make her boobs shift ponderously for the audience.

“Put that back, Pinchy, we got plenty of candy at home.”

“Please?”

Berry, leaning on the shopping cart, cut in sternly. “Listen to mom, kid. We’ll have some chocolate at home if you behave.”

Derpy had been distracted keeping an eye on Dinky when Berry clapped a hand on her shoulder.

“That girl’s new in town,” the earth pony whispered, minutely inclining her head towards the dairy section.

That wasn’t one hundred percent certain to be true, but Derpy judged it pretty likely. As a mailmare she knew a lot of people, and ever since Pinkie Pie had moved in with the Cakes, newcomers tended to be greeted very publicly.

Derpy just turned and looked. Subtlety was for other people. The mare in question looked like a much skinnier, pegasus version of Carrot Top, wearing the store’s uniform and standing by something like a cocktail table full of bits of cheese on toothpicks. Occasionally one of her wings twitched in the draft of the store’s ventilation. Wearing a plastic smile, she offered samples to passing customers. Derpy guessed that the job wasn’t very close to the mare’s special talent.

“Why don’t I finish shopping and you see if she’s open to some fun, yeah?” Unsaid went, of course, that Berry would have to wrangle both kids on her own in that case.

“You sure? She’ll probably be here all day, no special hurry.”

“I’m sure. Maybe she’ll teach you something new about dairy. And the longer you wait, the higher the chance someone will tell her about you.” Berry smirked. “Town’s not got much else going for it but that one mailmare with the fantastic … uh … assets,” she finished lamely with a quick glance towards their daughters.

Derpy bit her lip. The lure of untapped potential was great. Out of the corner of her eye she saw refrigerated shelves full of cheese. “Alright. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You always do,” Berry nodded agreeably before turning her attention to the task of explaining to their girls that Derpy had to talk to another grown-up and would stay behind.

Berry Punch was an able and willing sexual partner, but the mare would be just as happy, if not more so, with family snuggling time instead of anything carnal. Although there were parties who saw the earth pony as little more than a brass knuckle in a shirt, Derpy was sure that the emotional intimacy of their relationship was what Berry valued most.

Derpy valued that as well. Her amazing breasts were meant to be shared, but Derpy herself belonged to Berry even as she allowed others to worship at the altar of her rack to aid in her growth. That the emergence of her peculiar powers had done nearly nothing to change their long relationship was constant cause for gratitude in Derpy’s heart.

And even so the silly earth pony probably mentally celebrated being left alone with their daughters as some notable sign of trust, as though she wasn’t the most reliable pony Derpy knew. As though Derpy wasted any thoughts deliberating, doubting. She’d sooner doubt her own wings. Derpy could hardly allow herself to go around seducing, teasing and generally making a nuisance of herself if she didn’t have someone so rock solid in her corner.

Sadly, while her breasts had the most amusing effects on many ponies, they did nothing to help Derpy make her best friend see herself in the same light as the pegasus and their daughters did.

Those were thoughts for another time, however. Derpy turned and meandered past the unknown mare and her table a few times, making an act of inspecting the inventory while allowing some of her milk to seep out and begin forming obvious wet spots on her top.

“Excuse me? Maybe a sample would help you make a choice?” There was no real enthusiasm to the offer, the mare had probably figured that she should take pity on a particularly indecisive customer.

Derpy turned quickly as if startled, straightening a little to thrust out her chest as it wobbled from the turn’s momentum as much as the top would permit. The pop of a tortured seam sounded loudly in the sudden silence of the other mare’s awkward stare.

Pretending to bashfully adjust her top while succeeding only in making herself bulge out of it elsewhere more notably, Derpy nodded. “Woo, you startled me! But sure, I’ll take you up on that.”

The samples of cheese were arranged on a round tray which the other mare wordlessly pushed slightly towards Derpy before averting her eyes. Eventually, she spoke up again. “It’s, uh, a sour milk cheese. Very low fat, high protein.”

Had a strong smell and powerful flavor as well. Derpy chewed thoughtfully, suspecting that it was a divisive taste. “It’s good!” She lightly pushed the tray away from herself, crossed her arms under her breasts and heaved her bosom onto the table as though it was some great feat of strength.

“Uh…”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just got to take a load off for a few minutes.” Derpy smiled warmly, using one hand to pat the side of a breast fondly. “Don’t worry, everypony knows me. I won’t scare anyone off.”

Although she was acutely aware of their considerable weight, Derpy didn’t find her breasts particularly burdensome, another detail Berry had noted with a sort of amused exasperation. Everything came up tits in Derpy’s life.

“Sure,” the other mare replied uncertainly, trying hard not to look at Derpy’s boobs while vaguely gesturing towards the wet spots over her prominent nipples. “Are you … are you having some kind of emergency?”

Derpy reached for her stiffening nubs, acting like she didn’t know exactly what was going on. She released a little more milk, allowing the stains to spread as she pulled her hands back and tried to titter coyly. “Oh, that. It’s nothing to worry about, happens all the time.” Mostly, of course, because Derpy enjoyed the reactions to it.

“Okay?” The response sounded dubious. “Can’t you just, you know, drain them before …” The mare trailed off, blushing. Perhaps she was regretting the impulse to discuss another mare’s lactation in the current setting.

“Oh no,” Derpy responded in a tone of fond amusement. “Paying that kind of attention just makes everything worse.” She shook her head. “They haven’t invented the pump that can keep up with these two once once I let them off the leash.”

Her great glands gurgled noisily, communicating their agreement. Derpy patted one of them soothingly while the other pony seemed startled. A passing customer quickened his step seemingly at random.

“I don’t know how to respond to that,” the other mare eventually stated, appearing concerned for reasons beyond Derpy’s grasp.

“That’s okay! Why don’t you tell me about cheese instead?” It was not yet time to more fully introduce the other pony to the gorgeous mysteries that were Derpy’s breasts. “How hard is it to make your own cheese, anyway?”

“Easier than most ponies think,” the mare stated. “City ponies, anyway. I expect a lot of folks around here have some notion of it or know somepony who does.” She did not mention that most pegasi wouldn’t know what to do with a cow, either. Sticking out her hand, she introduced herself. “I’m Gale Delight. My family makes and sells cheese. Mr. Rich is adding more of our product to his selection.”

Derpy shook her hand. “Derpy Hooves. I’m not looking to go pro or anything, I’m just wondering if it’s something suitable to do with my kids. Not in school yet.”

“Small batches at home? Absolutely.” The other pegasus smiled. “The results get better with experimentation and experience, that’s a good lesson to learn, too.”

She went on to talk about bacterial starter cultures, whether to buy them or to start one from spoiled milk, useful equipment and other details with enough enthusiasm to suggest that her special talent was probably closely related.

Derpy listened patiently, always delighted to see another pony take joy in a topic dear to them. She only interjected with minor questions and sometimes shifted her position to allow a passing customer to swipe a sample of cheese.

She could not help her amused smile when Miss Delight explained how important it was to know about the animals sourcing the milk and what they were being fed when aiming for particular flavors of cheese. Any Ponyville native would have made the correct assumptions by now.

It was almost regrettable that certain trains of thought were difficult to stop at that point. Although Derpy did not expect that making her own cheese would induce the same sense of wholesome contentment as actually nursing a pony did, being able to replace cow’s milk in more applications at home than just for drinking and baking promised considerable satisfaction. It was an additional way to share her wealth with other ponies.

Her breasts throbbed enthusiastically as Derpy considering selling home-made cheese on market days. As her eyes wandered over the offerings on the shelves, she adjusted her ambitions accordingly. Who needed cows? Sooner or later Derpy would produce enough milk to supply every dairy product stocked here, then enough to supply every Barnyard Bargains across the nation.

Encouraged by such fantasies, her milk factories seemed to respond by shifting into a higher gear. Her constant, unceasing production formed the background noise to Derpy’s life, she felt it when she drifted off to sleep and was greeted by it every morning. The frantic churning sensation now commencing at the core of her breasts made Derpy stifle a whimper.

Indescribable pleasure inexorably spread from her erect nipples like an encroaching tide. A less experienced mare might already have collapsed in helpless climax. Derpy endured, for now, although she knew that her time was limited as she felt her breasts grow tight and engorged, struggling against her torturously tight top, internal pressure aiming to firm them up into proud globes.

There was a groan, Derpy wasn’t sure if it had been her own or some noise of determination produced by her eager tits.

“Are … are you alright?”

Derpy, flushed with arousal, stood up straighter. “I’m sorry about this. Thoughts ran away with me.” Her tank top could no longer constrain a pair of breasts unwilling to be squished and deformed by outside forces. Seams snapped, great tears opened up in the fabric, allowing flesh to press through and exposing her throbbing nipples to the air. Derpy could imagine them reaching out desperately to the other mare’s waiting mouth.

Being too big for the garment further compounded Derpy’s arousal. It was just a taste of the future. One day she would be entirely beyond containment, unchecked by a world in silent awe of her vastness and productivity. She turned away from the other mare, since pointing her boobs away from her uniform and the innocent cheese on the table had the positive consequence of exposing her proud breasts and the mortally wounded top clinging to them to a wider audience.

Thin streams of milk squirted from her, as though individual ducts were managing to slip from her control for brief moments. While Derpy remained broadly aware of herself, the only ways to stop being constantly bombarded with ecstasy and restore normal functioning would be a mindblowing orgasm including a spectacular eruption of milk, or, less messily, breastfeeding a willing pony. Always sufficiently soothing to prevent Mt. Derpy from erupting.

Really, it was only fair. If Derpy was going to get her breasts this fired up, it was only right that she appease them either by making a ridiculously memorable spectacle of them or by putting them to the use they were intended for.

Derpy was still imagining her tits as twin volcanoes, rumblingly threatening unfortunate local civilizations with a milky apocalypse when the other mare deftly grabbed her by the shoulders and frogmarched her away and into the employee break room. The sudden loss of audience pained her, but Derpy resolved to be a patient volcano goddess. Perhaps Gale Delight could win back her favor before the local culture was washed away in a deluge of cream.

“Do you need medical attention?” The note of concern in her voice was touching, if a little confusing.

“N-no,” Derpy replied, leaning against a row of lockers. Milk ran freely from her fat nipples, forming brief rivulets before running into the ruins of her top. Not enough to prevent the oncoming disaster, but sufficient to serve as a warning.

“You’re clearly in some distress.” The other mare gestured helplessly towards Derpy’s chest. “That looks painful, you’re sweating and not breathing regularly.”

“I am hornier than you can possibly imagine,” Derpy stated slowly and clearly. The room wasn’t nearly as well ventilated as the store itself, the smell of milk was quite obvious and getting more pervasive. With slow deliberation, she raised one hand to her breast. She tensed her fingers, failing utterly to grab a handful of her unyielding flesh. Frustrating. Only Berry had the grip strength to work her tits properly in this state, and only Berry actually trusted that Derpy’s mighty bosom could take it. Other ponies Derpy had seduced had tended to chicken out. “Two ways out of this.”

“Two?”

“Two.” Derpy really should have planned better than to get this worked up before she’d even gotten the girl interested. There was no way for her jugs to get any more firm and round, instead they seemed to get heavier, as the milk being prepared for release was being packed more and more densely. Despite the tightness of her skin, they still sagged slightly more than before, as though to pull her forward. If Derpy tripped and fell onto her tits, she’d be a lost cause immediately. She moaned sloppily, her other hand darting to her nipples to start tweaking them, desperate to increase the steady, insufficient flow of her payload. Her moan turned into a groan of frustration. Now, now her boobs were being stubborn. No additional relief until the main event. “I stop holding back.” She took a steadying breath. “Trust me. Clean-up would be nightmarish.”

Derpy was reduced to writhing against the wall by a particularly intense spike of pleasure caused by the truth of her statement. The shocks of bliss she was experiencing were stirring up her incomprehensible resources, the normally calm and reassuring ocean of milk at the edge of Derpy’s awareness turning into a devastating tidal wave of pleasure seeking release. “F-fuck.”

“The second option?” Almost desperate hope tinged the question. Clearly the mare didn’t want to be responsible for a gigantic milky mess.

“Come here. Drink from me. Willingly.” Derpy smiled. “It’s harmless. Never hurt anyone nursing from me.”

A doubtful look. “Really? That’s it?”

“Got a doctor’s note.” The events of that delightful day had been memorable, but those memories weren’t suited to improving Derpy’s composure.

“Ugh, fine. Better than the clean-up,” the mare eventually shrugged.

Derpy held up her hand. “Has to be willing, for you.”

“I can’t just be okay with sucking on your tit on command!”

Reasonable, if inconvenient. Some negotiation was not unprecedented, although usually Derpy had things together at that point in the proceedings. “Why were you….hff...unhappy at your job?”

“Is this really the time?”

“Humor me.” Derpy managed a smirk, slowly sitting down on a low bench. In this state, even sitting made her dream about the day when her rack would finally overflow her lap in every direction. “Can put the kids to bed in this state. Berry … Berry has to do the lullabies, then.”

“I got a degree in business administration, and I really care about cheese, yet my family expects me to hand out samples! It’s a done deal that Dairy Delights gets handed to my siblings once my parents retire.”

Maybe Derpy’s seeming vulnerability in this moment made it easier for Gale to let her complaints spill forth. “Go on. I’m listening.” Some effort was required to sound patient.

“I’m a lot younger than the others,” Gale explained. “I’m the only one who isn’t an earth pony. Apparently that wasn’t good for my parents’ marriage.”

Some people still got like that, unwilling to believe that it was unlikely that their family had remained entirely pure in all that time since the unification.

“I’m the only one without a dairy name. Probably expected me to run off and join a weather team or something.” Gale threw up her hands, pacing. “And don’t get me started on that cloud city full of insufferable jocks! I do cheese caves. Humidity and temperature has to be just right for the best cave aged cheese, okay?! It’s not a joke, it’s an ancient craft!”

“Preach it. Never fit in Cloudsdale either.” Derpy suspected that some would be more incredulous about a fellow pegasus having any talent revolving around caves, rather than the dairy thing specifically. “Unicorn daughter. Love her to bits.” She wanted very badly to give the other mare a comforting hug and then gently nurse her. Unfortunately, the promise of it did nothing to calm her wildly firing nerves still keeping her mind fuzzy with pleasure. In her imagination, she’d already relinquished control and flooded the room with her twin geysirs.

“My parents are never gonna be proud of me,” Gale concluded morosely. “The best I’ll get is my brothers and sisters humoring me. Maybe they’ll give me a real stake once our parents are dead.” She did not point out that elderly earth ponies sometimes hung on for a long time.

Her breasts pulsed impatiently, but there were more important things than giving in to animal pleasure. “Gotta be honest with you. If was going to try making cheese from my own milk. Fantasizing about feeding people ...it sets me off.”

The sequence of expressions on the other pony’s face went from a brief moment of revulsion over resignation to sudden defiance. “Ew. But you know what? That’s still a better use of my time and skills than standing there handing out samples. I’m doing an entirely menial job just so I can say I’m working for the family business. I have no pride. Fuck!”

Derpy indicated a spot next to her. “Sit.”

Gale moved to obey with a sigh. “I’m also really jealous of your looks despite your, uh, your thing with the milk. I think growing up around all those earth pony body types gave me body issues or something.”

Although it seemed callous, that was at least some kind of leverage. “Could help with that. Some people drinking from me … they get small gifts. Always something they’re happy with.” She paused. Both ponies in the room regarded Derpy’s boobs meaningfully. “Always harmless so far. Nothing like mine.”

“Huh. You raid some ancient temple and make off with a cursed, or possibly blessed, fertility idol?” The mare’s resistance to the idea was clearly evaporating rapidly.

“Would explain things. There is no explanation so far.” Derpy grinned broadly and tweaked her nipples some more, still flying high on waves of euphoria. If she didn’t expect her legs to just spasmodically collapse from under her, she’d be tempted to just keep skirting the edge and see how long she could ride this out as she went about her day. Flying seemed right out in this state of mind. She’d probably plow through a wall and then have a screaming orgasm about it. She was already sopping wet. “Fertility doesn’t fit. Have enough kids personally. I’m a volcano goddess. You gonna sacrifice yourself to … to prevent the twin peaks from erupting? Would make up for taking me away from my native attendants outside.”

Gale seemed amused. “Do you really want to have your breasts associated with natural disasters?” She’d probably meant it to poke fun, at that.

“Celestia, YES,” Derpy moaned an affirmation. That awful, beautiful, churning at the core of her awesome tits redoubled. There were other sensations, she was unable to tell if they were sounds or particularly intrusive physical perceptions. “I want to be huge and inconvenient,” she declared, grabbing her chest and giving it a slow jostle. She was rewarded with sloshing, promising a great and terrible flood. “Something other ponies have to just put up with, adjust their lives around or flee as far as they can.” Her drum-tight skin groaned, just another meaningless token protest, just as unable as any others to stop her imagined transformation into an Equestrian landmark. “I wanna make the national news,” she gasped. “‘Mailmare paints town White,’ or maybe ‘Badlands turned wetlands, scientists observe new biome’.” Her glands gurgled, eager to warp entire ecologies at Derpy’s command. “‘Everfree washed away, disaster or blessing in disguise?’”

Distantly, Derpy noted the growing concern with which her audience of one had listened to her. Or to her breasts? Seemed unimportant. She was feeling uncomfortably enclosed by the locker room. Derpy struggled to remember why she allowed fragile pony structures to pretend at containing her. With a bit of effort she could probably generate enough pressure to cut through the roof of this petty shack.

She was eager to put that theory to the test when Derpy felt a set of warm lips hesitantly seal around one of her leaking nipples. The let-down reflex was immediate, but gentle. Even while fantasizing about her future as divine cause of ecological upheaval on a massive, ideally even global, scale, she’d never harm any who came to her looking for nourishment.

Gale knelt awkwardly in front of her, looking up at Derpy, eyes full of uncertainty. It caused her a pang of shame. Not so much for losing control, that was ultimately harmless. She should never even have wondered why she only indulged herself in moderation. The most important ponies in the world relied on her for so much more than mere food. She was a mother and a lover. Growing into a giant headache for the town or even the country could wait until the kids were out of the house.

Derpy gently rubbed her breasts, now beginning to feel more pliable again. “I like to see how long I can stay lucid before defusing the situation. Need to reinforce that I’m in charge before these ladies are bigger than the rest of me.” She clucked her tongue. “It’s fun to make a splash, and catching ponies unawares if great, but fantasizing about it to get myself off is kinda self-defeating.” Maybe it was some kind of strange safety feature that the activity which actually made her beautiful breasts grow larger and more productive was soothing rather than arousing. Made it easy to trust in the ultimate benevolence of her boobs.

Gale’s inexplicable confusion regarding Derpy’s self-evidently sensible explanation was suddenly replaced with wide-eyes surprise as she began suckling more and more urgently.

“It’s starting, I can feel it, too.” There was a strange connection Derpy felt with those who drank from her. They didn’t seem particularly more likely to like her, but Derpy looked at such ponies and felt certain that they were hers. Maybe her boobs had an internal list of customers served, useful since Derpy only benefited from the first time she fed any one pony. Since other ponies consistently failed to experience any kind of epiphany at those times, that explanation seemed most applicable.

She cradled Gale’s head as the other mare began moaning into her breasts between gulps. The other pegasus struggled to maintain her position as she twitched, so Derpy slid off the bench to sit on the floor, where Gale could stretch out and lay her head in Derpy’s lab. With the great breasts no longer so terribly firm, it was a workable arrangement.

Dreams of expansion forgotten for the moment, Derpy allowed the soothing feeling of providing for another pony to wash over her. Her own changes were waiting in the wings, although they often seemed to lay in wait until the other pony was fit to watch it happen.

Gale was arching her back from the pleasure of the change. Her hips widened, straining the uniform, her formerly modest breasts were starting to test the limits of her shirt. Her final orgasmic cry was muffled by Derpy’s breastflesh as the other pegasus grabbed her uniform and tore it off herself with previously unseen strength. Finally letting go of Derpy’s nipple, Gale panted. “Celestia, that was delicious.”

Derpy watched the other mare stand, unguardedly appreciating her new body. Gale seemed just over six feet tall, she probably weighed something like 200 pounds now, very well spread and proportioned. Her tits were well beyond bras off the rack, although nowhere near the size of Derpy’s. Still, outside of Ponyville, the mare would certainly provide other ponies the kind of encounters they would tell their friends about. ‘Mate, I saw this pegasus with jugs out to here!’. They seemed to defy gravity to maintain a pleasant shape without support much in the way Derpy’s did and generally contributed to an attractive hourglass shape supported by a fantastic ass. Her stomach wasn’t quite flat, and her hips and thighs looked like they could squeeze a pony in two with only moderate effort.

“Are you okay, Gale? That’s the most anyone’s ever changed, and … I like tall mares, not sure if that’s my fault. Or that ass.” Almost as good as Berry’s, she didn’t say.

“Absolutely, this is excellent.” She cupped her own breasts and jiggled them playfully. “No milk. No offense, but I don’t think I’ll personally experimenting with pony cheese.”

“That’s fine. Now please watch me.” Derpy’s breasts probably didn’t really grow all that much. It tended to vary slightly and in any case the growth was always added to an increasingly larger total. Nonetheless, the tattered rags still clinging to Derpy finally let go, some falling forlornly off her body while other bits, soaked with milk, continued to cling to her. Her boobs felt pleasantly warm, now appeased and eager to serve, rather than engorged and demanding.

Much to her surprise, she felt her hips widen considerably, although not matching Gale’s. The new sensation was not painful but certainly unexpected, she'd almost given up hope that she'd ever grow that way, despite a feeling she'd been having the first time she shared her milk with Berry. Her rear grew to match as she stood, her low-effort sweatpants beginning to look enticingly tight on her lower half. “I’d been thinking that a bit of counterweight might look nice, as long as I stay top heavy.” She smirked at Gale. “Might not blow my socks off like it did for you, but it adds to the total every time.”

Someone cleared their throat. “One of the unused lockers should have a stallion-sized uniform that should fit, Miss Delight,” Mr. Rich stated mildly.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, Mr. Rich!” Gale whirled to face the guy without apparent shame regarding her nudity.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he claimed, very studiously not looking at any naked breasts in the room. “Miss Hooves is by now a known quantity and by all accounts your quick action prevented a more public mess in my store. Your family will only hear praise from me.”

He turned roughly in Derpy’s direction, gazing intently at a spot on the wall somewhere above her head. “Miss Hooves.” It somehow managed to be more sigh than address. “I consider your eccentricity to be a charming bit of local color. However, I have no doubt that word of this, however distorted, will eventually reach my wife, and she will renew her demands to ban you from my stores.”

Spoiled Rich was an awful shrew entirely undeserving of anyone’s loyalty. Derpy shrugged. “No hard feelings, sir, but the lady really doesn’t give you enough credit. I wouldn’t even need my whole hand to count the stallions still trying not to stare.” She encouraged it, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t give credit for good efforts.

Mr. Rich huffed, somehow not unkindly. “Not everyone recognizes the nobility in a doomed struggle,” he commented dryly. “A good day to you both.”

“Wow, they really know you around here,” Gale observed as she put on a new uniform. “Didn’t even offer to let you cover up with something from the store.”

“Out the back door and upwards, it’s not public nudity if you’re high enough above street level.” Derpy collected the sad remnants of her top. “This one lasted way longer than any others of that size, I’m tempted to frame it and put it up in the bedroom.”

Gale gestured at their new forms. “I dunno, this seems souvenir enough.”

“Yeah, but that’s the new you from now on.” Derpy grinned, pointing her thumbs at her own boobs. “These ladies have never been this big, but they’ll never be this small again. I need something more tangible for a keepsake.” She shook her head. “Anyway, take care.”