“Oh Rarity,” said the blue-eyed pony, rubbing her temples. “It can’t be this difficult to make something for your sister. You’ve been doing it ever since she was a little filly!”
Leaning back in her sewing chair, Rarity looked at the white fabric she was cutting out via some patterns…some very, very large patterns.
Ever since Sweetie Belle had graduated from Canterlot University and married Chrome Shield, Rarity had been happy that after suffering a drop in self-esteem due to overdosing on her breast enhancement pills, her “little sister” had found a wonderful stallion, and had grown more confident in her appearance.
Chrome had also gotten a surprise when during his final year of University, his Superior Officer had recommended him for Royal Detail. After testing well, Chrome was now halfway through his service being part of the Crystal Empire’s Royal Guards.
This meant he was away from his wife quite a bit, serving 6-month details, with 2-month periods of time to return to see her in their home in Ponyville. It was during the past year that Sweetie Belle discovered she was pregnant, but was quite distressed when after a few months, she looked like she was ready to deliver a foal!
It turned out that due to Chrome’s extra-potent semen, and the effects of Rarity’s pills on her body, Sweetie was found to have twenty little ones growing within her!
Given his current assignment, Chrome hadn’t seen his wife in several months, and wasn’t scheduled to come home until some time during his wife’s eighth month. Now on the cusp of her third trimester, Sweetie’s belly was so large, she couldn’t move about without using magic to lift it. Her chest had also grown twice as large, producing so much milk that a nurse from the Ponyville Hospital had to help keep her from becoming engorged every other day.
It was during her last meetup with Sweetie Belle and her friends Applebloom and Scootaloo, that Rarity proposed sending Chrome a picture in her next letter. Though she had sent him letters every week, it was a good bet he couldn’t imagine just how huge she was getting.
For a scenario, the girls decided a pose of Sweetie Belle wearing a flowing nightgown in her bedroom would be best, and Rarity had taken down her measurements to craft a diaphanous vision that would fit her sister’s impossibly-swollen stature.
And now Rarity found herself struggling to do something as simple as fulfill an assignment. She wasn’t one to refuse her sister’s request (certainly not in her very pregnant condition!), but as much as she tried to focus…Rarity still couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand.
“Maybe I just need to clear my head,” she murmured to herself.
Setting down her glasses, she picked up a shiny leather jacket, and headed out the door.
The crisp fall air caused her ponytail to swish wildly in the air, and a chill to tickle along the back of her neck. If she was going to get some air, she’d need something warm to “suffer” through the walk.
Afte a quick stop at Sugarcube Corner, she continued her journey with a warm coffee in one hand and a cupcake in the other.
Turning a corner, Rarity came upon the football field adjacent to Ponyville High School. Looking out on the field, she saw a few dozen ponies in cheerleading outfits, practicing their cheers.
“Come on, girls,” called out the head cheerleader, “our stallions need to hear us on Friday night, now let’s cheer like we mean it!”
Cheering had never been one of Rarity’s strong suits as a teenager. The strenuous movements and exertions she recalled from cheerleaders in her day, didn’t interest her in the least. However, she didn’t want to go back to the boutique just yet, and she needed some place to enjoy her goodies.
Clambering onto the cold metal of the bleacher seats, she unwrapped the cupcake, and took a few bites, watching the girls clap their hands, and hearing their voices warmly trying to project in the nippy fall air.
“COME! ON! PO-NY-VILLE!” shouted out the girls. “YOU CAN BEAT EM’ WITH YOUR SKILL!!”
After a few more cheers, Rarity watched as the girls bounced, jumped, and flipped about. Though they were dressed in warm Ponyville High sweaters, their short skirts were whipping about in the wind, showcasing their bare thighs. As they flipped and jumped, their panties caught Rarity’s eye, and suddenly…she was struck with inspiration!
Reaching into her purse, Rarity pulled out a notepad, and began to scribble furiously.
This was just what I needed, she thought.
Fifteen minutes later, she had finished her coffee and cupcake, and after clattering off the benches, she quickly walked back to the boutique, eager to continue on her sister’s outfit!
Sweetie Belle let out a groan as she shifted in the specially-padded chair in her living room.
After a week of waiting, Rarity had stopped by to drop off the outfit she had made for the photoshoot for Chrome Shield. Sweetie had also been surprised to find her sister had brought along Applebloom and Scootaloo for (as Rarity had called it) “the big unveiling.”
Sweetie didn’t want to leave the large plush confines of her bed given how big she had become in her 7th month, but all three had pleaded and begged her to come to the living room.
After using her magic to help lift her baby-filled belly, Sweetie had waddled down the narrow hallway, and plopped herself onto the plush armchair in the living room, as Rarity pushed a large white box towards her.
“I think you’re going to be pleasantly surprised at what I have for you,” smiled Rarity, as Applebloom and Scootaloo knelt next to their friend.
Sweetie Belle just gave a heavy sigh, and leaning over, opened the top of the box. Reaching in, her eyes scrunched up as she heard a rustling sound, and pulled from the box…a pair of pom-poms!
“Um, what are these?” she asked, shaking them slightly.
“Doesn’t look like a nightgown t’me,” said Applebloom.
“Oh there’s more inside,” replied Rarity. “Keep going!”
Due to her huge belly, Sweetie couldn’t lean over so well, leading to her friends kneeling down next to the box, and helping to pull stuff out. What followed was one surprise after another, as the girls pulled out an extremely-large halter-top, a short skirt, and a shiny pair of black underwear!
“Um, is that it?” asked Scootaloo, looking at the bottom of the box.
“And just what is this for, Rarity?” said Sweetie Belle, holding up the shiny-black panties, which caught the sunlight from the nearby window.
“Why, your photoshoot outfit, darling,” smiled her sister.
“…I thought we agreed on a nightgown.”
“Well, we did! But I thought maybe we could, spice things up for Chrome. Have a little…fun to really get his juices flowing!”
Sweetie Belle was quiet for a few moments, before she heaved a heavy sigh, causing her engorged bosom to rise and fall.
“You always do this…you always do this!” said Sweetie, slapping the panties down on a nearby table. “You couldn’t even make me a nightgown. You had to make me, make me…this stupid stuff!”
“S-s-stupid!?” exclaimed Rarity. “Now I will admit it isn’t quite what you expected-“
“No duhhh!”
“-but-“
“In case you can’t tell dear sister, I am pregnant-“
“I understand, Sweetie-“
“And the last thing I need right now-“
“Darling, please-“
“Is for you to-“
“QUIET!!!!”
The room suddenly went silent as Scootaloo’s voice rang out.
“Now…obviously you two have some things to work out,” said the orange pegasus, “and, I think we can all agree that yelling at each other isn’t going to help. Now, let’s discuss this like mature ponies…okay?”
“…Okay,” mumbled both Sweetie and Rarity.
“Good. Now, let’s have each of you speak, one at a time. Sweetie Belle? Why don’t you start?”
“Thank you, Scootaloo,” said Sweetie, before her eyes narrowed at her sister. “As I was saying, we agreed to have you make me a nightgown for the photoshoot. As you can see dear sister, I’m in a rather, delicate condition. I can’t jump and bounce around like some schoolgirl at Ponyville High. So…thanks but no thanks for this stuff. Just take it back and make me what we agreed on.”
“There, that went well,” smiled Scootaloo. “And now Rarity, it’s your turn.”
“Thank you, dear,” smiled Rarity, “Sweetie Belle, I understand you want to do things in your own way, but I really think this outfit will be a most unexpected surprise for your hubby. If you send your husband a picture, he’s going to expect something…pedestrian as-“
“Pedestrian!?” exclaimed Sweetie.
“Sweetie Belle,” cautioned Scootaloo, before motioning for Rarity to continue.
“Okay-okay-okay,” continued Rarity. “Wrong choice of words. Something as…common, as his expectant wife in a slinky negligee. But remember when you girls went to those Friday night games in high school? You had thoses strong, muscular young stallions charging down the field, and those girls in their bouncing skirts and pom-poms, eagerly cheering them on? Well it got me thinking: what if we made Chrome feel like those stallions? Imagine it: he’s up there in the Crystal Empire, eager to see you and your little ones. And just imagine, you send him a letter, and inside it, a picture, but…instead of you sitting quietly on the bed like a pretty little mother-to-be, there you are: you’re bosom bouncing around, your proud pregnant middle showing just how much you’ve grown. A motherly cheerleader, shaking her pom-poms, and driving his fantasies wild, in ways he never thought possible!!”
There was a beat as Rarity’s excitement seemed to hang in the air, before Scootaloo spoke up.
“Okay,” she said. “We’ve heard from both sides, so, I think we can have a nice, little conversation over what we’ve heard. Sweetie Belle, why don’t you lead off?”
“Okay,” replied the full filly. “That all sounds nice and good Rarity, but as you can plainly see, I’m not exactly in the kind of shape to be jumping around and lifting my legs…well, not in the ways those cheerleaders do.”
“I know,” replied Rarity, “but we wouldn’t have you do much movement. You’d just pose, and we’d have the photo-mare I hired take the pictures. I promise you darling, the last thing I’d want would be to hurt you or your little ones. Please, I swear to you this is a great idea. It’s just different, and that is why it seems so strange to you. But remember when I’d try new things in my designs, and you and I saw how my customers really appreciated the different school of thought? Well, it’s just like that here, and I’m asking you to please consider this.”
There was another beat, before Sweetie spoke.
“What do you two think?” she asked her friends.
“Well, ah wuz all fer the nightgown idea,” said Applebloom, “but, Rarity…kinda, sold me on this cheerleading thang.”
Sweetie Belle tried to ignore the smile that spread across her sister’s face, as she looked at Scootaloo.
“And what do you think?” she asked.
“Well, on one hand you did want the nightgown,” replied Scootaloo. “However, on the other hand, Rarity did go all-out in putting this outfit together. I…I think it might be worth it to give it a shot?”
“See darling?” chirped Rarity. “Even your friends think-“
“Stop!” said Sweetie, holding up a hand.
There passed few more minutes of silence, before she spoke again.
“I need a few days to think about this,” she replied. “Just…leave the outfit here, and...I’ll…consider it.”
A few days later, Rarity was working on a dress, when her phone rang.
“Canterlot Boutique, Rarity speaking,” she chirped.
“Rarity? It’s Sweetie Belle,” came a familiar voice.
“Oh, hello dear! So, have you had some time to consider the outfit?”
“I have,” replied Sweetie. “It isn’t exactly my cup of tea…but, I’m willing to wear it for the photoshoot.”
The boutique and the phone rang with a loud squeal as the purple-haired designer let her joy be known.
“Oh I knew you’d come around,” said Rarity.
“But remember, I can’t do a lot in my condition,” reminded Sweetie. “If we do this, we can’t take a lot of time, understand?”
“Oh yes-yes, absolutely darling. If you say you need to end it at anytime, you just say the word and we’re done. So, are you still good to shoot in a few days?”
And that was how a few days later, with the lights of Ponyville High’s football field all aglow and the cool autumn breeze blowing through her curly mane, Sweetie Belle found herself filling out the overly-revealing cheerleaders outfit, as a photo-pony snapped pictures of her.
It had been quite an ordeal squeezing into the outfit (Rarity had failed to take into account that her sister might need a few extra inches here or there, even if Sweetie Belle had been milked prior to the shoot to ensure fitting her oversized top), but once she was as comfortable as could be, the incredibly full filly used her prodigous powers to teleport herself and her sister to the field, where her friends and the photo-pony were waiting.
Like any photo-shoot, it wasn’t all wine and roses. For every different pose Sweetie had to get into, it required some extra help from everypony. Rarity and Sweetie would use their magic to help her in some cases, requiring split-second precision for their blue and green auras to disappear before the photo-pony snapped away.
Some poses required quite a bit of exertion on Sweetie’s part, and after 10–15 minutes, she was panting on one of the chilly bleacher seats, her belly splayed out in front of her as her friends helped sop up the sweat beading all over her body. Even though she was sweating, the chill of the air was still a hindrance, and a large coat had been brought along to keep her warm between the picture-taking. the last thing any of them wanted was for her to catch a cold this late in her pregnancy.
Applebloom and Scootaloo were also kept busy, rushing over to Sugarcube Corner, and returning with whatever their friend requested. When Rarity made a comment that her sister should slow down on the requests, a glowering from Sweetie’s green eyes silenced her sister for good as another extra-large peppermint hot chocolate was placed into her hands by Applebloom.
It was almost an hour (and 5 rolls of film) later, that they decided to call it quits. Sweetie Belle had begun to yawn uncontrollably, a sure sign that she needed her beauty sleep.
A few days later, the group minus the photo-pony, were seated around a slide projector in Chrome and Sweetie’s house. The pictures had been converted into slides, for those in attendance to decide which image to send to Chrome Shield.
“I still can’t believe you talked me into this,” sighed Sweetie Belle.
“Come on Sweetie Belle,” smiled Applebloom, rubbing her friend’s shoulder. “Ah think you did real good.”
“Yeah, if I wanted to look like a parade balloon.”
“Now darling,” said Rarity, setting down some tea for her sister, “Don’t be so negative. I’m sure we’ll find plenty of good shots to consider. You just need to have an open mind!”
Once the lights were dimmed, Scootaloo took control of the projector, and the images flashed onto a bare wall in the room.
The pictures started out with simple poses, such as Sweetie bumping her pom-poms together, or trying to form letters. Looking over the pictures, it was easy to see that by the 14th shot, that first idea hadn’t panned out. A filly of her size just didn’t have the flexibility to pull off what they were trying to accomplish.
The next series of pictures focused mainly on her huge belly, mostly seen against the ground with Sweetie pushed up against it. In a few she had one leg or two off the ground, and the photo-pony had captured her from a number of angles, usually with her arms raised in the air. Even in some shots, the girls could see their friend trying to do her best to look positive, but even Sweetie Belle heaved a big sigh at these.
“I look like a blimp,” she murmured, slurping at her tea as Scootaloo clicked the projector button.
The next series showed an idea that had come to Rarity at the time of the shoot. Given Sweetie Belle couldn’t jump like a cheerleader, the two sisters had used their magic to levitate Sweetie above the ground to make it look like she was catching air.
Sweetie Belle had been photographed from a number of angles, so there were a few dozen different pictures of her looking like she was floating in mid-air.
It was around the 27th picture that Applebloom requested they go back a few images.
The one she requested showed Sweetie Belle from behind, the shiny black panties barely containing her plump bottom, and catching the lights of the stadium as her skirt flew up, her thick thighs looking like she had just launched her huge body into the air. Her belly and breasts were present, but hidden by the angle of her pose and the pom-poms she was holding. What was also noticeable was the full filly’s expression. There seemed to be a look of excitement in her face, as she looked out from the image.
“Ah think this is a good one,” said Applebloom. “Look how happy you look, Sweetie Belle. Ah think Chrome would like this shot.”
“It, certainly hides a bit more of how huge my boobs and belly are,” said Sweetie Belle, “but, Chrome’s not much of a fan of my flanks.”
“Well, maybe this will change his mind,” chuckled Scootaloo. “I think those shiny panties just might do the trick!”
“And this pose definitely has some energy to it,” agreed Rarity, getting excited. "Just the thing to get Chrome excited.”
“Well, let’s put this one in the ‘maybe’ pile for now,” said Sweetie Belle.
And so the ponies continued on through the rest of the slides. In the end, they settled on 4 images, which they compared and contrasted over for another hour, but in the end, the group kept coming back to the one image that had made Applebloom speak up.
It was soon clear to everyone, that they had found their picture.
“Well, I think you look lovely in this,” smiled Rarity, admiring the picture projected on the wall once again. “I’ve heard the royal guards sometimes need a little excitement in their lives, and I think this will do just the trick for your Chrome. I’ll make the arrangements to get you some letter-sizes, and have them over to you in a few days.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan,” groaned Sweetie, adjusting her body in the chair. “I think I’m about due for a nap after all this.”
“We’ll help ya to your room,” said Applebloom, as she and Scootaloo got up to assist their friend.
“And I better get going too,” said Rarity. “Oh, before I forget Sweetie, I brought you a little something.”
It was then that Rarity pulled out a bag from next to her chair and handed it to Scootaloo. “Open it once you three get my sister to her bed, okay?”
“Um, okay,” said Scootaloo, as Rarity gave her sister a hug, and made her way out the door.
15 minutes later, Sweetie was laying on her side, as her friends helped her with the pillows and the blankets, her breasts and belly “pooling” out next to her, as her belly dimpled in places from her babies shifting around.
“Well, I guess we can see whut’s in the bag now,” said Applebloom.
Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a white box, and passed it over to Sweetie Belle.
Sweetie opened the box, and pulled out a red nightgown…the exact type of thing she had wanted for the photoshoot in the first place!
Attached to it was a note, that read:
I finished this first, but felt I should give it to you now. Think of it as a surprise for when your hubby gets home.
Love, Rarity.
The girls watched as Sweetie Belle got very quiet, before suddenly shouting at the top of her lungs: “RARITY!!!!”
A few days later, Sweetie Belle was sitting up in her bed, writing away on her letter to Chrome. Her thick legs spread as wide as possible in front of her, but were not able to fully contain her massive belly between them. In the last few weeks, the babies inside her had seemed to become much more active, and it wasn’t unusual to see the enormous white sphere dimple in places every five seconds.
The small writing board was resting against the curve of her belly, her milk-heavy breasts cleaved off to the sides. As she finished writing, she signed the letter with her cutely-swooping handwriting. As she looked at her name, she gave a mischievous shrug, and added “(y)” to the end of her name.
Reaching over to the nightstand, she picked up the picture Rarity had had developed, showing her in the pose they had decided on.
She still was apprehensive about sending it. Even if they had all agreed on it, she still felt a little embarrassed, looking like someone had pumped a teenage filly full of helium, and let her loose on the football field.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of just staring at the picture, she placed it against the paper, made two folds to the letter, and placed them in an envelope before sealing it.
With a wisp of green magic, the letter disappeared from the room. Outside the window, she could see a small green poof affect the mailbox. A few moments later, as she did everyday, a grey and blonde mailpony trotted up the roadway, and retrieved the letter.
“Hope you like it honey,” she whispered, as she saw the mailpony stick the letter in her bag, and amble on down the road.
“What do you think, babies?” she asked, putting her hands on her belly. “Think Daddy will like seeing Mommy in Auntie Rarity’s outfit?”
The inquiry was met by a few dimples on her belly, as she lay back and let out a long yawn.
“I sure hope so too,” she sighed, closing her eyes, and soon drifting off for an afternoon nap.
Author's Note
At Chrome Shield's request, I decided to give this post-college story a go.
One thing I wanted to do with this one, was make it a bit more "sparse" than most storylines. It was moreso about what led to the picture that was sent to Chrome, rather than lots of ogling and sexy imagery of Sweetie Belle. As some people who have read my work know, I try to make the characters seem a bit more real than typical "male fantasy."
I have a feeling some are not going to appreciate my making Sweetie not finding herself being so immense to not be sexy, but I'd dare anyone to fill themselves with 20+ infants, and think themselves the sexiest creature on the planet (you can fantasize about it sure, but imagine carrying all that weight and your body just keeps swelling larger than normal!).
Rarity is always fun to write, and to make this almost a battle of wills between sisters was rather fun. Rarity has to try and find some common ground with her sister who is going to be a mother.
Adding in Scootaloo and Applebloom is always fun for me, though I wanted to give Scoots more of a platform, since I usually push her to the back in favor of Applebloom.
The Big Picture - Epilogue
“I see him, I see him!” cried out Scootaloo, as she waved her arms in the air.
Next to her, Applebloom and Rarity were also making a racket as Chrome Shield departed from The Friendship Express.
“It’s good to see you three too,” he said, dropping his duffel bag to the ground and giving each of them a hug (along with flashing Rarity a small wink).
A few moments later, the small group was on their way, guiding Chrome back home.
“It sure wuz nice of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor to let you come back early,” said Applebloom.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask for special treatment sooner, dear,” noted Rarity, “especially with Sweetie Belle in such a delicate condition.”
“Well, you know I’m not one to shirk my duties,” replied Chrome. “I heard that talk circulated among the other cadets about Sweetie after I told a few of them how many we were expecting, and I guess several of them made mention of it to Shining Armor. Seems he inquired to his sister Princess Twilight Sparkle, and she told him about her studying Sweetie Belle for a medical article for the Canterlot Archives. Speaking of Twilight, has she been by recently?”
“She’s been checking in a little more frequently,” noted Scootaloo. “She is rather fascinated by just how big Sweetie’s gotten.”
“Speaking of, just how big has she gotten?” asked Chrome, feeling himself getting a little ‘hard.’
“Now why would we want to tell you, when you can see it with your own eyes?” smiled Rarity.
“Whatever you say, Auntie Rarity-“
“Please, do not use that…word around me,” stuttered Rarity.
“Aww, is Auntie scared of having nieces and nephews?” chuckled Chrome, as he saw Applebloom and Scootaloo trying not to laugh.
“It’s just…too soon is all. You can use that word when I’m good and ready, is that agreed?”
“And how will we know when that will be?”
“You’ll know when I tell you,” snorted Rarity, as a familiar dwelling loomed into view. “Well, here you are, home sweet home!”
“Was nice seeing you all again,” smiled Chrome. “Want to come inside?”
“Maybe later,” said Applebloom. “We figgered you two needed sum private time together.”
“Yeah,” smiled Scootaloo mischievously. “We’ll give you two a few hours, then see if you’d like us over to have dinner.”
As the heavy wooden door closed behind him, Chrome took in the quietness of the house, smelling the fragrance of the carpet and wood furnishings, along with the quiet tickings of a clock nearby.
“Honey?” he called out.
“I’m in here,” came a familiar voice from behind the bedroom door down the hall.
Chrome’s duffel bag was quickly thrown onto the couch as he strode towards the door, feeling his cock getting thicker as he reached the shiny gold door handle.
Opening it wide, Chrome had to keep his eyes from popping out of their sockets.
When he had left her several months ago, his wife was in danger of overflowing their Queen-size bed. Laying before him now, an additional mattress had been brought in, to which her belly and bosom had poured onto.
Her body was clad in a nightgown, and her curly hair lay amidst a sea of fluffy pillows.
A few moments later, Chrome was leaning down next to her. As Sweetie propped herself up on her arms, the two began to ravenously kiss amidst the slight creakings of the bed.
“Like what you see?” she smirked.
“Your friends knew what they were doing not telling me how big you were,” he smiled back. “I…I didn’t realize.”
“Yeah…soon I’ll get big enough to float above the bed. Maybe Mr and Mrs Cake can use me for advertising.”
“Oh don’t talk like that,” he replied, kissing her again. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Well if you wanna carry our babies for the rest of the term, I’d really appreciate it,” said Sweetie, her horn beginning to glow green. “Just hold still while I-“
“Whoa-whoa-whoa,” cried out Chrome. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Relax tough-guy,” she replied, her horn’s glow disappearing, “It was just a joke. I wouldn’t want to do anything to endanger our kids.”
“Right,” sighed Chrome, breathing a bit easier at not becoming Ponyville’s only pregnant male. “Speaking of floating, I have to tell ya that picture was…really something.”
“You…you actually liked it?” blinked Sweetie.
“Of course!” said Chrome, taking out his wallet and handing her a folded piece of paper. “See for yourself.”
Sweetie took the paper and opened it. A few seconds later, she was laying eyes on the photo she had sent him a month before. Unlike the pristine print she had sent, there were some heavy creases in the picture where Chrome had folded it.
“Why did you fold it up?” She asked.
“Well, I didn’t mean to,” replied Chrome. “But pretty soon, I couldn’t get the image out of my head, so…I carried it around.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. You just looked so sexy and happy, bouncing up in the air like that. In fact, I um…I…ruined one of my pairs of shorts.”
“How? Did you soak em’ with yer stallion juices?”
“…not exactly. I, can show you if-“
“Wait...you kept your ruined shorts!?”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean to but…I hadn’t had anything like that happen before.”
“Do you have them with you? You’ve got me curious, Chrome Shield.”
A few moments later, Chrome returned to the bedroom with a pair of shorts. As Sweetie took them, her green eyes went wide, as she realized that there was a massive tear in the front!
“No…way,” she chuckled, sticking her hand in the hole.
“Way,” he blushed. “I, ruined those the first night I got your letter.”
As she heard this, Sweetie Belle’s face was hidden behind the torn shorts…where a smile began to form on her muzzle.
“Darling,” she said, “I’m feeling a little hungry. Could you go and make me a nice, big, sandwich?”
“Anything for you, sugar,” said Chrome, as he stood up and bowed, before leaving the room.
Once he had done so, Sweetie magically closed the door, before using her magic to open the nearby closet.
Soon, Chrome was carrying a plate with a large sandwich on it, and a glass of milk in his other hand down the hall, where he was met by the closed door to the bedroom.
Using his magic, he opened the door, and laid eyes on a sight that made his hands shake, leading to him quickly place the items on the nearby dresser.
Sweetie was laying in bed, but was no longer in her nightgown. Instead, she was wearing the cheerleader outfit, just as she had in her picture! The skirt was almost hidden by the mass of her belly, and the top looked to be squeezing her cleavage through the open space at the top, looking like she was going to burst it at any second!
“Hey there…stud,” she cooed, giving him a huge smile. “My girlfriends say you’re the biggest stallion in school. Is that true?”
Chrome could feel it, and Sweetie could see it. His cock was already swelling immensely, threatening to tear through his pants!
With a flourish, Chrome whipped off his belt and just barely managed to get off his pants, before his still-swelling cockhead was poking through the hole in his already-taxed boxers.
“Is that all you got, big boy?” she said, as he kept on growing.
“Oh, there’s more,” he replied, reaching down and ripping off his boxers, before sitting on the bed, where his balls and still-growing shaft soon rested. “There’s a whole lot more.”
Author's Note
My original idea was to end the story prior to this, but I entertained the idea of adding a coda on the story, of Chrome getting home and encountering his much larger wife.
This could have had a lot of extra content to it, but much like the previous chapter, I wanted to keep things short-and-sweet. We get a glimpse into the two getting back to their relationship, but leave much of what the coming months and impending delivery will be like.
I had considered adding more stuff about Twilight studying Sweetie Belle, but felt it might just be nice to get a hint that even the Princess of Friendship is fascinated by the largest litter in Equestrian history.
