Expansion Erotics and Magical Maladies

“Wheeeee, this place is super duper cool!” A loud, joyful voice rang through what appeared to be a factory complex. The owner of the voice, Pinkie Pie, was currently pronking her way through colourfully decorated hallways, the air thick with the smell of sugar and chocolate, intermingled with more mechanical undertones. A few minutes ago, Pinkie had woken up in a field that was made entirely from various pieces of candy, all painstakingly placed in such a way to give the illusion that every tree, rock and even blades of grass were made from something at least edible. After having a couple bites, she found that she was nice and full, taking the opportunity to explore the seemingly empty facility.

Following a river composed from melted chocolate that had multiple gummy crocodiles enhabiting the water, she explored numerous rooms, most filled with a menagerie of machinery that she barely understood, only that it made some pretty great tasting treats. Pinkie didn’t really question much, like, why was she alone in such a massive place, full of running machines, how did she get here in the first place, and why was she dressed in an odd purple outfit? Well, she did question the last part, opting to remove it on the grounds that it was ‘too cliché’. Regardless, she kept up her exploring, hoping to find any trace of her friends somewhere, and to see what whacky new candy she could replicate back home.

Turning the corner, she came to a wide entrance, with bold lettering appearing at the top. “Oooh, I wonder what they got in the Experimental Room? They just gotta have all the good stuff back here!” virtually skipping into the room, she couldn’t help but notice the bright, colourful aesthetic bleed away, replaced by a more serious, industrial feel. The general, over the top machines were still present, but they lacked the spirals, pinwheels and borderline garish paintjobs present across the other rooms. Still, the place was alive with activity. Bubbling steam, loud whistles and some sort of twanging sound all composed the white noise of the area.

One device, however, caught the earth pony’s attention. Sitting on a small tray was a long stick of chewing gum, a deep blue in colour, like that of, I don’t know, a Blackberry. “What’s this?” She murmured, trotting up to the dish. Picking it up, she turned it over, giving it a tentative sniff. She had a quick look over the machine, looking for a sign explaining why it was ‘experimental’. “Eh, if it were bad for you, why would they put it in a candy factory?” Smiling at her logic, she popped it into her mouth, chewing the strip. “Mmmmmm, oh thish is shoooo gooood!” she exclaimed, her mouth filling up with delightfully sweet blueberry flavoured juice. Gulping it down, she kept chewing the stick, yet another mouthful of the spontaneous juice filling her mouth and cheeks.

Chewing and chewing, swallowing and swallowing, her belly was positively full of the juice, to the point that she was feeling full. Giving the stick one last chew, she spat it out. “Wowee, now that is some potent stuff, now I see why it’s experimental…” she trailed off, catching her reflection in the gleaming steel of the machine. Squinting at it, she noticed that her normally pink body had some odd stains on it. Around her face, she noted it had taken on a deep shade of purple. “Oh, so that’s why it’s experimental too, they need to work on those side effects.”

As she finished speaking, her belly let out a low gurgle. Glancing down, she noted her swollen belly was, well, even more swollen. “Uh oh…” Second by second, she could feel the juice inside her seeming to increase in volume. Tinged the same deep purple, the colour was spreading throughout her form, radiating out from her belly. As her legs were tinted that same infectious tincture, she could feel her belly pressing strongly into those same limbs, pressing them apart as her stomach demanded more and more room, escalating it’s expansion. As Pinkie glanced back at her reflection, she could see the colour had spread her mane, dulling the cotton candy pink hair to a violet.

Pressing a hoof into the mass of gut, she could feel the sloshing juices pressing back, her hoof being forced back by the continuous growth. Suddenly, she felt something cold press into her gut. She couldn’t see it, but she could give a good guess to what it was smooshing into. “Come on, please stop, I don’t want to get too big!” she mumbled out, somewhat overwhelmed by the feeling of her body literally blowing up like a water balloon. The growth continued unabated, looking for more room to occupy. Her butt became the next target, rounding out similarly to her gut.

Waddling pathetically, she managed to hobble to the rough centre of the room. It was mostly clear of machines and had a significantly high roof. Several gantries and catwalks were positioned overhead, which Pinkie could swear was making rattling noises, almost like somepony was using them. Just as she was about to call out, her hooves left the ground. The growth of her belly and butt together had an interesting effect. Instead of compartmentalising her expansion, the two almost seemed to fuse as one, her body becoming spherical rather than saggy. In addition to this, her fore and rear legs were fighting a losing battle, the immense swell of her body overtaking them, sucking them into her sides.

Looking more like one of her super-sized fun balloons than a pony, only a few features identified her as being a pony, such as the tips of her hooves, sticking out of sunken divots in her side. Her tail was another, along with her stretched cutie mark, the balloons having inherited the same dark blue tint as the rest of her form. Lastly, her head poked up, her cheeks having swollen out slightly on her worried face. All she could see was the immense curve of her body, her neck unable to rotate even slightly. She couldn’t even look up to see the forms of multiple pony-like creatures looking down from the walkways at her ridiculous form. All she heard were distorted gurgling laughter, and the humming of some sort of tune.

One by one, they hopped down, landing silently all around her, though she did catch sight of them. Vaguely pony shaped, some with horns, some with wings, all without a face and tinted white. “H…hey. Could you help me? I made a bit of a mistake and I was hoping you could stop me from turning into a ginormous ball?” She asked them, hopeful that these workers would assist her. No one responded, continuing to either stand there in silence, or make small laughing noise, whilst continuing their discordant humming.

Having reached the size of a small hot air balloon, Pinkie suddenly felt dozens of pairs of hooves pressing into one of her sides. A final figure dropped down from the catwalk, landing on top of Pinkie's belly/neck area. As a team, they began to push, resulting in the transformed berrified Earth pony’s vision suddenly descending towards the floor. The creature on her top was seemingly balancing, akin to a clown balancing atop a ball at a circus, except the exhibit was a rather oversized mare, her head rolling down to meet the floor. Impacting it, she hardly felt a thing, her body having swelled up to the point her head and sank deep into her form. She then rose again, the dozens of hooves guiding her like a bowling ball as her head came back up to meet the balancing creature once more.

Embarassed, her ears full of deep roiling gurgles and sloshes whilst she was being taken away by several unknown individuals, the berry pony could only hope the rest of her friends were doing well, wherever they were.