Getting Out of Hoof

Cadance ponderously rolled to her side, stretched her limbs, and yawned as her eyes fluttered open. She’d slept like an absolute log, having passed out while cuddling with her beloved husband. The thought of Shining brought a smile to her lips - unfortunately, remembering that she’d drifted off on top of him, her contentment shifted to concern.

“Shining?” she called out, heaving herself over and throwing the blankets off herself.

Lowering her head and peeking down at the mattress, she scowled - not because she didn’t find her lover, but because she’d continued getting bigger while she slept. Her hind hooves dangled off the foot of the mattress, her horn scraped the headboard, and the bed frame groaned as she shifted about. If she couldn’t figure out a way to halt or preferably reverse her growth, she was going to have to order more than just some clothing for herself.

She laboriously squirmed over and got to the floor. Everything looked much smaller than usual, like her furniture had been designed for colts or fillies, but that’s when it hit her - the only thing that had changed in her room was her. Dashing over to her vanity, her hooves hammering into the floor, she looked at her reflection and snorted in frustration.

“Honey bunch,” a familiar, comforting voice called from just outside, “I hope you don’t mind, but I…” Shining fell silent as soon as he walked in and laid eyes on her. “Oh - I didn’t think you’d be up already.”

Looking from his smiling face to the covered platter hovering just beside him, Cadance felt her mouth start to water. “What’s that?”

He trotted forward, closed the door behind himself, and levitated the platter closer to her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I’d surprise you with some breakfast. You were so hungry last night that -”

Cutting him off, she marched forward, grabbed the tray in her magic, and flung the lid to the side. Oatmeal with raisins, waffles, a breakfast casserole, and a variety of danishes lay arrayed before her, making her stomach grow. She would normally help herself to one entree, pacing herself and enjoying a small meal in the morning, yet she was compelled to wolf down each and every scrumptious looking morsel.

“I didn’t think you’d want to go out until we saw Rarity,” he added, trotting up to her.

Swinging her gaze down to him, seeing his head barely reached her chest, she faltered. She’d been anxious about Rarity seeing her in such a state, but that was before she’d become even taller and heavier. Her round, taut belly only cleared the floor by a few inches, as did her incessantly dribbling, engorged udders, and she was pretty sure she was taller than even the biggest yaks in Yakyakistan.

She turned away, hung her head, and brung the platter along with herself as she trotted away. “Maybe we should just wait for Twilight.”

“Why?” Shining asked, scampering up beside her. “I know Rarity has more than enough fabric to make anything you’d need,” he chuckled, drawing an irate glance from his wife. “Joking - I’m joking!”

“I know,” she sighed, shaking her head and closing her eyes. “It’s just - well…”

Lovingly caressing her foreleg, he smiled up at her face. “Just what?”

She waved a foreleg at herself and glowered. “What am I supposed to say about…about all this?”

Shining rubbed his chin and looked down to the floor in thought. “If you want, I can do most of the talking.”

“As much as I’d appreciate that ~ what would you tell her?” she pressed, rocking back and seating herself with a resounding Thud. “‘Hey, Rarity, my wife is a huge, pregnant giantess and we totally would like you to make something conservative for her to wear while she’s out and about!’” she mockingly added.

“First of all, rude,” he lightheartedly huffed, still smirking. “Secondly, I’d just be honest with her. I’d tell her that my big, beautiful wife would like some help from the best couture in Equestria.”

Sorcerously lifting a fork and knife from the platter, he smoothly carved a portion of syrup-covered waffle and lifted it to her face. The proffered bite reignited her hunger instantaneously, though she hesitated to open her mouth. The more she ate, the bigger she’d get - the bigger she’d get, the more complicated her situation would become.

Inching closer, he invitingly waved the utensil. “And you better not be worrying about your figure - after all, you’re eating for two.”

“I…darn it,” she grumbled, caving and shooting forward to eat the morsel.

“There’s my Princess of Love,” he hummed. Moving to her side, he seated himself and leaned against her. “I swear, I’m the luckiest stallion in Equestria.”

Hearing the spontaneous, remarkably moving declaration, Cadance nearly choked. “Why in the world would you say that now? I’m a behemoth!”

“True,” he noted, his smile broadening. “But how many stallions can say they get to be the little spoon in bed?”

Magically snatching up a danish, Cadance knit her brow and crammed half of the pastry into her maw. He may have had a point about the spooning. There were few things she loved more than cuddling with him in bed, regardless of whether or not said-cuddling led to or was the byproduct of anything amorous, so she could see what he meant.

She wiggled closer and folded a massive wing over his back. “If Twilight can’t fix this, you’ll be getting all the snuggling you could ever want.”

“Not like you’d hear any complaints from me,” he snickered, levitating a second danish up to her muzzle. “Besides seeing Rarity, is there anything else you’d like to do today?”

Chewing and swallowing her bite, she held up a hoof. “Honestly, I’d love to go for a walk. Maybe we could teleport ourselves somewhere remote for a stroll with Flurry.”

“That sounds perfect,” he mused. “There are plenty of remote places we could visit where we wouldn’t have to worry about anypony bothering us, as long as it’s not the edge of Equestria.”

She peaked a brow and looked down at him. “Not trying to advertise me to tatzlwurms ~ eh?”

Shaking his head, he brought a forkful of egg up to her. “You might be big, and I’m sure you’re stronger than ever, but I’d rather not have some giant monster trying to eat my pregnant wife.”

She giggled, he followed suit, and they were both laughing before she knew it. He really was quite the catch, protective and loving to a fault, and she wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve him. Eating mouthful after mouthful, with her tension gradually bleeding away, she didn’t realize that she’d finished off the entire platter until he rested the fork on the empty tray.

“Are you still hungry?” he inquired, getting to his hooves. “I can go down to the kitchen and get some more.”

“I…no - no, I’m fine,” she grunted, pushing herself up. “I’m going to take a shower before our guest arrives.”

He remained where he stood, watching her plod off to the bathroom, and nodded. “That’s fine with me. Do you need any help in the shower?”

“Shining, please,” she sighed, peeking over her shoulder at him. “I’m a big mare and - it’s not funny!”

Jamming a forehoof to his snout, he tried and failed to keep himself from chuckling. “In my defense, you’re a big mare literally and figuratively.”

“I would say I’d sit on you, but you’d like that too much,” she murmured, unable to keep herself from smirking.

He waggled his eyebrows at her and flipped the mane from his face. “By all means, if that’s a threat, I’d love to hold you to it.”

Rolling her eyes, she forced herself to look away and continue on her path. If only for a split second, she’d actually been tempted to bully him a bit. For the first and possibly last time in her life, she had the ability to physically overpower him with ease, but that was only part of the appeal. Though her hunger had been sated, another craving of hers was rearing its head.

Maybe her increased libido was the byproduct of the enchantment affecting her, or perhaps the allure of being big and dominant had influenced her sex drive - regardless of precisely what was at fault, she really, really wouldn’t have minded pinning him down and having her way with him. A part of her felt awful about the notion, knowing it would be wrong to thrust herself upon him, yet she was absolutely, one-hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest. Moving at a steady pace, crossing the threshold into her bathroom, she came to an abrupt, wholly unexpected halt.

“What the…” she muttered, turning her head.

Looking back at herself, she stiffened. The doorway she stood in was big enough to let her and Shining squeeze through side by side - regrettably, having gained a substantial amount of height and heft, she couldn’t make it through the threshold. Her ample hips were caught by the unyielding door frame, making it impossible for her to proceed.

“Are you kidding me?” she grouched.

She took a step back, attempted to free herself, and felt her belly grind against the cold, contemptible wood. How in the hay had this happened? Had she somehow exhaled at just the right time to let her slip partially through the door? Blowing out the air in her lungs, throwing her weight backward, she found herself well and thoroughly wedged.

It was mortifying to get stuck in such an unseemly fashion, but her troubles were only just beginning. Something soft and warm glided up her fetlock and to her thigh, prompting her to squeak in surprise. If she’d moved just a bit slower, Shining would have gone to bring the emptied platter back to the kitchen - sadly for her, in her haste to wash herself up, she’d gotten herself in the sticky situation before he’d left.

“Don’t you laugh,” she squawked, turning her head from side to side in an attempt to see what he was doing.

“Oh I’m not laughing,” he purred, his hoof wandering up her flank and to her tush.

Feeling his breath wash over her nethers, she squirmed anxiously. She was stuck, she couldn’t see him, and she had every right to be upset - still, a thrilled shiver ran up her spine. While she’d had every intention of taking a shower and clearing her thoughts, the sudden attention tickled the more carnal parts of her mind.

“S…Shining,” she stammered, halfheartedly trying to escape, “I thought you were going to go downstairs.”

“I was going to go to the kitchen, thank the chef, and get myself something to eat,” he smoothly responded, “but I don’t think that’ll be needed now…”

She swallowed hard, hoping she knew what he was scheming. “And w…why’s that?”

“Because I found something to snack on right here…”

As those final words left his lips, he struck. His soft lips and warm, skillful tongue danced their way over the plump mound of her marehood, circling her clit and entrance like a shark. Her tail flagged and a soft moan escaped her as she fruitlessly bucked her hips. She could have easily escaped if she’d given the lecherous circumstances a moment’s thought, yet she made no real attempt to flee.

“You wanna know another reason why I like you like this?” he tittered, withdrawing ever so slightly.

Lowering her head and looking down her chest, only able to make out his hooves from behind her gravid abdomen and swaying teats, she scrunched her snout. “Do tell…”

“Because you’re the perfect height for this,” he answered, shoving his snout to her loins.

She hadn’t even considered the lewder possibilities presented by the disparity of their sizes that morning. He’d always had a soft spot for eating her out, often opening their more passionate exchanges with the activity to warm her up, so she shouldn’t have been surprised he’d seize the opportunity to do so when he’d been presented with her oversized, immobilized ass. Her nostrils flared, the breath hitched in her throat, and she felt herself wink, as he drove his muzzle into her.

“Oh buck,” she whimpered, bracing her legs and succumbing to her urges.

It should have been disconcerting to have her husband’s face crammed into her marehood, yet the novel sensation was far too stimulating for her to object. His tongue glided over her canal, his chin tenderly massaged her g-spot, and his horn was pressed against her pucker. She knew she had nothing to worry about, so she let him indulge herself with the rare, admittedly implausible experience.

He could withdraw for breath if and when he needed to - a prospect he seemed to have little interest in doing. With her legs starting to tremble, she uselessly threw her weight backward and attempted to shove him deeper. It felt so strange having him toy with her in such a fashion - far more pleasurable than it had any right to be, but strange nonetheless!

Rearing back and freeing his muzzle, he clapped a forehoof to her flank. “Somepony’s enjoying herself.”

“N…no I’m not,” she bleated, lying through her teeth.

Clearing his throat and likely licking his chops, he gave her bulbous clit a tiny kiss. “If you’re not enjoying yourself, maybe I’ll…”

“W…wait,” she croaked, hearing the telltale sign of magic being evoked, “don’t do any - Aaaaahn.”

She’d expected him to use his sorcery on her clit before diving back into her expansive depths, but she’d only been half right. His aura surrounded the delicate little nub on her marehood and her almost painfully sensitive nipples in tandem, giving her no time to brace herself for the impending onslaught. He knew her better than anypony, having discovered all of her weaknesses, so she never stood a chance.

In spite of her size and formidable arcane might, it was all she could do to mewl and quiver in place. She knew - knew he was relishing the power he wielded, changing his technique or slowing just enough to inch her closer and closer to her limit, but she was too worked up to complain. Practically putty in his hooves, she threw her head back and gave him the satisfaction of a low, throaty moan.

“Actually,” he began, gently nuzzling his face between her hanging bosoms, “I could use a little drink.”

Though she had a pretty good idea of what he was intending to do, the feeling of him beginning to nurse on her nearly drove her past her limit. She didn’t need to see herself to tell her marehood was winking uncontrollably and leaking like a broken faucet. At the brink of what she could endure, with her heart beating wildly in her bosom, she whined when he suddenly stopped and stepped away.

“W…why’d y…you stop?” she pleaded, doing her darnedest to look back at him.

“Give me one second,” he tutted. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Pop

More confused than ever, she beat her wings in a renewed effort to dislodge herself. “Shining? Shining, are you there?”

It sure as heck sounded like he’d teleported away, but that didn’t begin to explain where he’d gone or why he would leave at such an inopportune time. Frustrated, aroused, and more than a little confused, she pursed her lips and impatiently waited. He’d asked her for a second, so she felt certain he’d be back shortly, yet that did nothing to address her aching, angry marehood. After what felt like a small eternity, a second Pop rang through the air.

She took a step forward and jammed her titanic ass against the door frame. “Is that you, Shining? Please tell me it’s you…”

A tense, silent pause was all the response she received, leading to a cold bead of sweat to roll down her temple. Though Shining had said he was going to be back, there was no guarantee that Rarity hadn’t popped in on them, or worse - one of the castle’s staff members. Grunting and digging her hooves in, flexing her legs and pushing for all her worth, she ceased her efforts when she heard something being set on the floor behind herself.

“Here we go,” Shining intoned before something was pressed against her prodigious posterior.

Trying to figure out what was going on, she came to an odd, amusing conclusion. “Are you hugging my butt?”

“Mmmhmm,” he responded, tightening his grip on her. “I had to get a stool so I could do this properly.”

“Do what…” she trailed off as something hot nudged her entrance.

In that moment, revelation dawned on her. He’d helped himself to an appetizer, now he’d come back for the main course. Her marish instincts took hold, bolstered by just how close she’d come to a climax, and she lowered her chest to the tiled floor of the bathroom. Though she was still well and thoroughly stuck, she saw no reason not to take advantage of the opportunity.

He adjusted himself, likely balancing on the stool he’d purloined, and eased his heavenly stallionhood into her welcoming depths. The sensation of being filled wasn’t as intense as it would normally be - understandably, considering she was double her normal size, but it still felt fantastic. With a contented sigh, she rested her head on her forelegs and made herself as comfortable as possible.

“Just stay right there and enjoy yourself. I’m gonna take good care of you,” he lovingly whispered, bottoming out and pressing his hips to her backside.

She closed her eyes and smiled, relishing the warmth radiating from his length. “Oh I’m sure you will - if you don’t, after I get out of here, I’ll have to give a repeat performance from last night.”

Withdrawing a portion of his shaft, he fell into a steady rhythm of humping. “Don’t tempt me to underperform…”

While she was tempted to tease him more, she bit her tongue and chose to focus on the wondrous sensation of being mounted by the comparably small stallion. She’d always adored Shining’s above-average endowment, so much so that she’d gotten a bit too enthusiastic with him shortly after they’d become romantically involved, but now she appreciated him in a fully different light. Taking joy from his enthusiasm and technique, genuinely moved that he was so smitten with how immense she’d become, she softly moaned and clenched around his pistoning length.

“I can’t - Mmmph - believe how tight you are,” he commented, angling his thrusts to hammer away at her g-spot.

Looking back, seeing his head and shoulders just over her ass, she shot him a wink. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“Oh I do - I definitely do,” he grunted, his pace quickening. “I just never - Hnnnf - thought you could be more perfect than you already are.”

She opened her mouth to reply but remained silent. Did her new stature and greatly enhanced girth really make him that happy - moreover, what would he do if or when the spell affecting her was undone? He’d love her regardless of how she looked, she was absolutely certain of that, but if he wanted her to stay the way she was…

Sharply inhaling, she stiffened when his magic shook her from her thoughts. Having fallen into a quick, brutal rhythm, he set upon her teats and clit with his sorcery. What he lacked in relative size he more than made up for in outright zeal and skill - plus being able to feel his love was phenomenally stimulating in and of itself. Any other mare would have basked in the attention from such a wondrous stallion, but she wasn’t any other mare - she was the Princess of Love.

As if her status as an alicorn wasn’t incredible enough, the abilities that came with her position truly made her unique. Like a fine perfume or cologne, his affection for her was almost overpowering. Aside from his adoration being endearing beyond reason, there was another reason she enjoyed making him happy and tending to his stallionly needs - his affection was almost intoxicatingly pleasurable.

Feeling not unlike a changeling, savoring the physical and metaphysical bliss he delivered, she skyrocketed toward release right along with him. Each plunge of his cock was more incredible than the last, and his heavy breaths were a symphony, but the sights - stars above, the sight of him was phenomenal. With his jaw set, hammering away at her with everything he had, he sent ripples over her tush and to her sides with every impact of his hips.

The distraction was just what she needed, making her forget about being stuck in the first place, as she lost herself to the impassioned moment. On and on he went, flying into a frenzy and showing no signs of stopping. His throbbing, flaring stallionhood told her everything she needed to know, as did his breakneck speed, and she feverishly awaited the inevitable.

“I’m…I’m…” he growled, fighting tooth and hoof to hold himself back.

“I…inside,” she needily sputtered.

No sooner did the plea pass her lips than she got exactly what she was hoping for. Giving one final, unstoppable plunge, he fully hilted her and weakly howled. His essence flowed into her, flooding her depths and casting her past the breaking point. Every muscle in her body tensed, climactic juices erupted from her quivering marehood, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as she was wracked by an intense, remarkable orgasm.

Heaving air into her chest, she hadn’t even realized the full repercussions of his impromptu rutting until she pushed herself up and subconsciously stepped forward. She was fully inside the bathroom, no longer wedged in the doorway! Be it from the sweat glistening on her body, Shining’s very impressive performance, or some combination of the two, she’d been effectively shoved free.

“Y…you’re welcome,” he croaked, wearily smiling at her while he lay draped atop her hindquarters.

Sending power into her horn, she plucked him into the air, brought him over to her face, and kissed his snout. “My hero.”

As much as she would have liked to draw out the moment, she realized she didn’t have all the time in the world. Both she and Shining needed to be clean, presentable, and clear-headed before Rarity arrived - that and she was honestly stunned that Flurry hadn’t woken up and demanded some breakfast. She carried her husband into the shower, set him down in the basin before herself, and turned on the water.

“Shining,” she began, lifting a loofah hanging from the showerhead, “do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Shaking his head, he peered up at her. “Of course I don’t, honey! What’s on your mind?”

Looking away from him, feeling her cheeks darken, she lightly coughed. “What if I was - Ahem - permanently stuck like this - h…hypothetically speaking, of course.”

He shot to his hooves, wrapped his forelegs around her neck, and pressed his face to her chest. “Hypothetically speaking, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest - sure we’d have to get a bit of remodeling done, opening the doorways in the castle and maybe getting you a new throne, but I don’t see how that would be a problem.”

“Don’t you think it would raise questions with the public?” she countered, lathering his back.

“I mean, I don’t see why it would. Cadance, you’re a hero of Equestria, everypony loves you, and it’s not like weirder stuff hasn’t happened - for buck’s sake, my sister magically turned into an alicorn!” he laughed, snatching up a bar of soap to wash her chest.

She remained quiet and focused on cleaning him as her thoughts ran wild. It would be almost impossible that she couldn’t be cured, with the metamorphic spell either eventually wearing out or being reversible, but she found herself wondering what it would be like to stay so huge. Aside from a ravenous appetite, a need for new furnishings, and the threat or conventionally sized doorways, being a giantess really wasn’t all that bad.

The remainder of their shower was finished in silence, with both she and her husband enjoying one another’s company, before they dried off and teleported themselves the short distance into their bedroom. All things considered, even with the admittedly raunchy diversions, the morning wasn’t off to a bad start - sadly, that came to a stop when Cadance noticed a neatly folded letter that rested on the floor. Apparently one of the guards or a servant had delivered the message while they’d been showering, though there were no clues as to whom it was from.

Cadance crossed to the door, picked up the letter, and scanned its contents. “You have got to be kidding me…”

“What?” Shining asked, trotting over to his wife’s side.

“Rarity says she can’t make it,” she explained, passing the paper over to him.

Reading over the correspondence, he sighed. “It would be more convenient for her if we went to her boutique. Tell you what ~ how about I teleport over there, make sure her store is empty, then come back for you? It wouldn’t take me more than a minute or two.”

“Fine,” Cadance groused. “Just make sure she understands that we really, really need a bit of privacy.”

He smiled and looked over at Flurry’s crib. “So should we bring her?”

“I’d rather not. While I’m sure Rarity would be happy to see Flurry again, I’d rather not have an excited, overpowered foal complicating things,” she huffed. “Once you get back, if the coast is clear, you can keep an eye on her here.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he chirped, snapping to attention and giving her a salute. “After yesterday, we have enough milk to last her a week.”

A split second before she replied, he disappeared in a flash of light and pop of displaced air. She really couldn’t be upset about the sudden change of plans, realizing Rarity had everything she needed to measure and produce garments in her shop, though it was slightly annoying. As long as the fashionista didn’t freak out upon seeing her, everything should work out fine - she hoped.

“Alright,” Shining began, talking as soon as he reappeared. “I told Rarity to lock her shop up and wait for you. The place is empty and all yours - well yours and Rarity’s.”

A nervous smile played across Cadance’s muzzle as she trotted over, dipped her head, and kissed his horn. “Thank you.”

“Come on - don’t mention it,” he snickered, having to crane his head upward to peck her cheek. “It’s not like you wouldn’t do the same for me.”

She stared down into his eyes and was reminded why she’d fallen in love with him. He really was an amazing stallion, faithful, brave, and extraordinarily kindhearted - for her, he was perfect in every way. Knowing she should get going, but reluctant to leave his side, she squatted down to give him a proper kiss.

“I hope this won’t take too long,” she breathed.

“Even if it does,” he noted, leaning in to give her a fleeting kiss on the lips, “I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

Closing her eyes and concentrating on the mental image of Rarity’s shop, particularly the open area just in front of the register, she called upon her arcane power. In the blink of an eye, the cool marble beneath her hooves was replaced by hardwood. Teleportation was an honest to goodness miracle, the only reasonable way she could get around in a timely, surreptitious way, and she was immeasurably thankful that she could use the convenient means of transportation.

“Rarity?” she called, looking out and surveying the boutique’s interior.

“Just a moment,” a familiar, sing-songy voice replied. “I’m so sorry for the inconvenience of the last-minute change of plans, but I thought - good heavens!”

“I know,” Cadance lamented, “I’m still trying to -”

“You’re absolutely spectacular!” Rarity exclaimed, scampering over to stare up in wonder at her plus-sized, regal visitor.

The Princess’ jaw nearly hit the floor, and her eyes widened, as she peered down in disbelief at the awe-struck unicorn. “Huh?”

Backing away and holding up a hoof, Rarity rushed through a doorway at the back of her shop and disappeared. “Wait right there, darling!”

“I…ok…” Cadance mumbled.

In a very rare moment, she wasn’t sure what to think. She’d presumed Rarity would be in shock seeing her, finding out she was suddenly gigantic and exceedingly heavy with foal, but she’d only been partially right. Her friend had in fact been stunned, but the little seamstress had seemed positively elated at the sight of her! She fidgeted uncomfortably, keeping her hooves crossed that her breasts wouldn’t begin spontaneously leaking, and anxiously browsed the dresses on a nearby rack.

Trotting back into the storefront with a measuring tape, scissors, and a notepad floating by her side, Rarity adjusted her horned glasses. “Sorry for the - uh - energetic reaction. Shining had told me you may have gone up a few sizes, but he failed to mention just how big you’ve become.”

“Figures,” Cadance grunted. She turned her head and remained motionless, watching the unicorn start spontaneously measuring her. “So - um - do you think there’s any way in Tartarus you could make me presentable?”

“Wha…?” Rarity began, tearing her eyes off the alicorn’s expansive flank. “Oh, right, of course, dear! I may not be able to alter your stature or exquisite curves, although I feel absolutely sure that I could make you presentable. What did you have in mind?”

“For starters, I’d be very, very, very grateful if you could craft me a bra that could keep ponies from ogling my breasts - preferably a bra that’s absorbent,” she mused. “As for the second thing, and I know this is a big stretch, but would there be any way you could conceal this?” she added, extending a wing to caress her taut, heavy belly.

“Pun intended or not, yes, I believe I could address both of those concerns,” the unicorn smugly remarked, furiously scribbling on her notepad. “However, there’s one tiny catch.”

Knitting her brow down at the tailor, Cadance felt her smile wane. “What catch.”

“Well two catches, technically,” Rarity continued. “Number one, I’ll make you two ensembles for free; consider them a charitable contribution to the Crystal Empire.”

“That doesn’t sound like a catch,” Cadance breathed, sensing a but coming.

“Which leads me to the second caveat,” Rarity added, going flush. “Once I have the garments completed, you simply must model them for me.”

Swallowing hard, the Princess shied away. “These wouldn’t be published anywhere ~ would they?”

“Well ~ heh,” the couture nervously laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. “That was my intention. Plus-size models aren’t the easiest thing to find, nor do I get to test my skill with larger mares, so the opportunity to do so with a royal is quite literally once in a lifetime. You understand, I hope.”

“I…” Cadance croaked, caught completely off guard.

On one hoof, if or when she returned to her normal, svelte state, she could always play off the photo spread as a publicity stunt for a friend - on the other, if she did end up being extra large for an extended period, it would only be a matter of time until everypony had heard about her gargantuan state. Hanging her head, she considered her options. She should have her bases covered either way, and the clothing would likely cost her a small fortune if she hadn’t been offered them gratis, yet the idea of posing for an article gnawed at her confidence regarding her new, enormous self.

“Exactly what kind of modeling would you like me to do for you?” she pressed.

“Nothing too scandalous, I assure you,” Rarity tutted. “At worst, some negligee and a corset. Lift your leg, darling.”

Taken aback, having fully anticipated conservative attire, Cadance balked and reluctantly steadied herself. “I was thinking of something more modest…”

She balanced on three hooves and lifted her hind leg, allowing the seamstress to creep closer and wrap a length of fabric tape around her upper leg. A part of her could understand Rarity’s enthusiasm to craft something naughty for her, yet that didn’t make the process of getting measured pleasant. The sloth wound around her upper thigh, caressing her sensitive flesh and causing her to shiver.

“It’s moments like these when I consider myself fortunate for keeping an abundance of materials on hoof,” Rarity smugly laughed. “Now for your bust. Be a dear and place your forelegs on the front counter. I’d offer to do this in one of my fitting rooms, but - well, they may be a bit cramped for a mare of your stature.”

Fighting the urge to groan, knowing she had little choice in the matter, Cadance stepped forward, reared back, and placed her forehooves beside the cash register. “I’m guessing this is a first for you?”

Rarity lowered her head and nonchalantly trotted under the towering alicorn, having just enough room to remain standing. “Yes and no. While you may be the largest pony I’ve had the good fortune of serving, you’re hardly the biggest customer I’ve had. There was once this charming dragoness from the western reaches of Equestria that…”

Hearing her friend prattle on, Cadance bit her bottom lip and tried to remain motionless. Even the sensation of the measuring tape against her was enough to set her heart racing. Over her lower back and around her bust, lightly squeezing her bosoms, the fabric ran around her in exacting detail. She knew it was wrong, that something so simple shouldn’t be as stimulating as it was, yet the one-two punch of unabashedly showing her gargantuan rack and the talk of erotic undergarments got her more excited than she cared to admit.

“I’ll be sure to include nursing patches in any brassières I make for you,” the seamstress quietly said while withdrawing.

Cadance winced, realizing she was likely dripping milk to the carpet. “Sorry…”

“No need to apologize!” Rarity clucked. “You’re a new mother and, from what Shining told me, you were simply attempting to ensure little Flurry was adequately fed - if anything, it’s quite commendable and nothing to worry about!”

“Really?” the Princess quipped. “And you honestly - honestly think I’d be able to pull off something sexy?”

“Darling, you simply must trust me,” the unicorn continued. “A large, beautiful body like yours should be glorified by leather and lace, not hidden behind billowy fabric.”

An image of herself adorned in full lingerie, replete with a garter belt, leggings, and sinful accouterments danced through Cadance’s mind. She’d never really been one to show herself off, though she took pride in her appearance, so the thought of shamelessly displaying herself in an enticing fashion was both thrilling and slightly distressing. Looking down at her friend, she steeled her resolve.

Mares came in all shapes and sizes, from portly and short to thin and whipcord thin, and each should take pride in their appearance. While it wasn’t impossible for ponies to alter their look through diet and regular exercise, there was only so much anypony could actually change about themselves - well excluding the effects of powerful spells or potions. If displaying herself could bolster some of her subjects’ confidence, she’d make the relatively small sacrifice.

“As long as it will be tasteful, sure, I’ll do it,” she relented. “What do I need to do?”

“For now, nothing whatsoever,” Rarity answered. “Give me a day - just a single day, then come back tomorrow morning.”

Cadance’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re seriously going to make me something in a day?”

“No, I’m going to make you several somethings,” the unicorn corrected. “I’ve already asked Sweetie and her friends to tend to the shop today. Unless there’s a catastrophe, I should be able to have a nice surprise for you tomorrow.”

Seeing the seamstress trotting toward the workshop at the back of the boutique, Cadance gave a small nod. “Just don’t work yourself too hard. Are you sure you don’t want anything for your time?”

Rarity dismissively waved a hoof at her regal guest. “A job well done is its own reward, dear, but there is something I’d like you to do. When you come back tomorrow morning, bring your husband; I’ll be dying to see his reaction.”

With the slightly ominous taunt, the unicorn disappeared and left Cadance standing in the vacant storefront. On one hoof, she was elated that she’d soon have something to wear in front of the public, visitors to the castle, and her staff members - on the other, there was something in Rarity’s tone that set her nerves on edge. The Element of Generosity had lived up to her name, though she couldn’t shake the feeling that she may get more than what she was bargaining for…