Getting Out of Hoof

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Princess Cadance, Fetish, Shining Armor, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 38393

What was supposed to be a simple solution for a small problem quickly results in a growing concern for Cadance...

Princess Cadance couldn't be happier with her life; she has a loving husband, the adoration of her people, fantastic friends, and a little bundle of joy to carry on her legacy - sadly, even with all the things she does enjoy, she still has her struggles. With Flurry's appetite being nothing short of ravenous, she attempts to remedy the issue with a simple solution - a solution which ultimately leads to entirely new, entirely bigger problems...

Kinks Include: Male on Female, Female on Male, Expansion, Oral, Vaginal, Impregnation, Pregnant Sex, Transformation, Lactation, More Expansion, Size Difference in Varying Degrees, a Bit of Exhibitionism, a Loving Relationship, Even More Expansion, and Lots of Cutesy Moments

Artwork by Silfoe (Twitter @Silfoe)

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Published 2023-02-22 21:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2023-02-25 20:43:27 UTC

Chapter 1.5

“What are we going to do, Shining?” Cadance lamented, kicking her hind legs as she wallowed on the bed.

Seated beside her, Shining tenderly stroked his wife’s thigh. “Same thing we always do, Cadance - we’ll do the best we can.”

She grunted and ponderously rolled onto her side, pouting when she peered down at herself. “And how are we going to explain this?” she pressed, waving a forehoof at herself.

Ten hours - she’d woken up ten hours ago, yet her metamorphosis had continued at a staggering rate. After her failure of an outing that morning, she’d effectively hidden in her room for almost the entire day, concealing herself from the castle’s staff and visitors alike. Shining had taken care of almost everything, telling the guards and servants that she wasn’t feeling well, assuring him that he’d tend to her needs, but that was only putting a band-aid on the problem.

Without Twilight’s help, and with Sunburst away, she and her husband were on their own to deal with her increasingly awkward situation. She’d grown nearly half a foot already, the scale in their bathroom couldn’t read how much weight she’d put on, and her breasts were like two miniature milk factories, yet those were petty grievances compared to the insatiable appetite she’d developed. Upon returning to her room that morning, she’d requested Shining get her something to eat for breakfast - unfortunately, though he’d brought a modest meal back for her, it wasn’t nearly enough to satiate her hyperactive metabolism.

As she swung her gaze from her rounded belly to the stallion seated next to her, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. While she was perfectly capable of feeding herself, having full use of her wings, legs, and magic, Shining had insisted on assisting her with her cravings. Sure enough, seeing her open, expectant muzzle, he levitated a spoonful of parfait into her maw.

“What is there to explain?” he countered, withdrawing the cleaned spoon from her full, pouting lips. “We’re having another foal!”

Swallowing her mouthful, she squinted over at him and waved at herself. “And all this?”

He smiled back at her. “It’s just a growth spurt! Maybe Celestia had something similar happen when she was around your age.”

“I - huh,” Cadance grunted, thoughtfully rubbing her chain. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Darn right I am,” he snickered.

Turning in place, slipping his hind legs onto the mattress, he cautiously crawled atop her. Even with his forelegs fully outstretched, he couldn’t touch his hooves around her once slender chest - not that he seemed to mind. He rested his cheek on her collar, basking in her warmth, and contentedly sighed.

“Besides, I really, really don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he continued, stirring the combination of yogurt, fruit, and granola. “You feel fine, don’t you?”

Eyeing the dessert, she nodded. “Yeah, I really don’t feel any different than usual.”

“Then there you go!” he chirped, presenting another spoonful to her. “You’re the Princess of Love, ruler of the Crystal Empire, and I’d bet my bottom bit that not a single one of your subjects would complain about how you look - if anything, you may get more compliments and stallions eyeing you than you usually do!”

She felt blood rushing into her cheeks as she looked away. “Oh come on - you don’t mean that…”

“I do!” he insisted, levitating the spoon and partially consumed parfait onto the nightstand. “You’re a big, beautiful, fertile mare and there isn’t a single pony in Equestria who would say otherwise.”

Laying on her, he tenderly rubbed her sides. She’d been with him for years, since before she’d even graduated school, and he still practically worshiped the ground she trotted on. As he rested his cheek against her, grinning up at her face, she couldn’t help but smile. There were plenty of good, hard working stallions out there, but she was absolutely positive that she’d found one of the best.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” she halfheartedly asserted.

He hastily shook his head, his expression hardening as he locked eyes with her. “I’m not and you know it,” he huffed. Sliding up the mattress, he reached out and tenderly held her forehoof. “At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I’m the luckiest stallion in all of Equestria and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you and Flurry safe and happy.”

“Shining,” she sighed, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“It was my fault,” he grumbled, glowering and looking away. “It would have been bad enough to live with myself after what Chrysalis did, but then the incidents with Sombra…”

Knitting her brow, using a combination of her wings, legs, and magic, she hovered him off herself and onto the floor before she stood and hopped from the mattress. “Nopony knew it was Chrysalis - not Celestia, Luna, Twilight, or the Elements of Harmony. As for Sombra, we beat him twice!”

Keeping his eyes on the balcony window, he wilted. “And if it happens again…?”

“Then we’ll teach him a third lesson,” she whispered. Turning to face him, with the bed frame creaking under her, she trotted forward and circled her wings around him. “What was it you just told me?”

He wriggled in place and peered up at her, pursing his lips as he thought for a moment. “That you’re a big, beautiful mare?”

“Not that,” she giggled.

“That we’ll do the best we can,” he murmured.

Meeting his gaze, she leaned in and kissed the top of his snout. “Mmmhmm,” she hummed. “And you need to stop it with all the flattery, Mister.”

“Oh?” he quipped, squirming free and getting to his hooves. “And why’s that?”

“Because you act like I haven’t caught some of the maids or mares in town checking you out,” she clarified.

“Please,” he chuckled, dismissively batting a hoof. “Like you have anything to worry about.”

Quirking a brow, she held a forehoof to her chest. “You’re saying I don’t?”

“I’m saying that you’re my wife, the mother of our child, and that there isn’t a mare, pony or otherwise, on the planet who could ever hold a candle to you,” he breathed. Trotting up to her, he reared onto his hind legs and reached up to wrap his forehooves around her neck. “There is one little problem though…”

“And that is?” she softly inquired, losing herself in his cerulean eyes.

He shot forward, gave her a tender kiss on the lips, and withdrew. “I might need a stepping stool if you get any bigger.”

Tittering to herself, she peered down at him. “You seriously don’t have a problem with me being this - well…this big?”

“Not in the slightest,” he firmly said. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s just more of you to love.”

While she wasn’t displeased with her appearance, chiefly concerned with what others would think of her, it was reassuring to hear that he appreciated her new, colossal look. Looking over her shoulder, she ignited her horn and levitated the half-eaten parfait over to herself. She wasn’t one to bask in flattery, but getting a few more compliments from him couldn’t hurt.

“Help me understand this,” she began, waving the spoon at him.

“It’s just that - um,” he sputtered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

Helping herself to another bite of yogurt, she watched him squirm. Given how their day had started, she was absolutely sure that he’d meant what he said. She hadn’t had a morning that passionate in ages, and she honestly wouldn’t be opposed to getting her marish cravings satisfied again before bed, but turning the tables on him, getting him hot and bothered, was an exceedingly rare event. As she slowly ate her dessert, he coughed into his hoof and collected himself.

“If you have to know, it’s a combination of things,” he noted.

She flicked her hoof at him, urging him to continue. “Such as…?”

“Ok, lemme see if I can explain this; so stallions are usually the ones who take the lead ~ right?” he asked. As she nodded, he began gradually trotting around her. “There’s just something appealing about being with a bigger mare. The cuddling, being your little spoon, the way you hold me -” he paused, shivering and grinning like a fool, “they’re all really, really nice and something most stallions don’t get to experience.”

She remained silent, processing what he’d said while she finished off the remains of the parfait. He’d made a pretty good point, though it was something she’d never considered before. Stallions were typically larger and more physically powerful than mares, not to mention they were often the assertive ones during courtship or relationships, so she could see how the role reversal would be novel.

Growing increasingly amused, she strutted past him and adjusted her wings. “Once I’m back to normal, I’m not going to have to worry about you sneaking around behind my back with yaks ~ am I?”

“I would never run around on you!” he adamantly bleated, stomping a forehoof for good measure.

“But…?” she added, glancing over at him.

Tearing his eyes off her flank, he stared at her face. “But nothing! Sure I really like you like this, and I really wouldn’t mind if you stayed this big, but you’re my wife! I love you with all my heart and I’ll never leave you for anypony or anything - heck, if anything, I’m the one who has to worry about you running off!”

She balked, her eyes widening at the wild accusation. “Like I’d ever do such a thing! Most stallions would go running for the hills once they saw how huge I am!”

An impish glint flitted over his eyes as he smirked. “You want to test that?”

Moments from calling him out, she caught herself and clamped her lips shut. If he really was right about stallions having a somewhat common interest in larger females, rebuking him and accepting his challenge may have consequences - potentially lecherous consequences. Conceding to him, she looked away and hung her head.

“I am not going out like this,” she grumbled.

“I wouldn’t ask you to go out now,” he mused. “You don’t even have anything appropriate to wear - yet…”

She rounded on him and studied his face. “Yet?”

“Yet,” he repeated, smiling proudly. “So you remember how you tried to go out to the tailor this morning?”

“How could I forget,” she darkly muttered, recalling the unsuccessful and ultimately sticky endeavor.

Trotting around to her front, he held his head high. “Well I might have taken care of that for you.”

“Explain…” she breathed, suddenly anxious about whatever he’d done.

“Earlier, when I was getting us some lunch, I may have sent a scroll to Rarity. Finding a couture who’s skilled enough to make you something fitting, no pun intended, would be a bit of a trial, but I’m sure the Element of Generosity would be able to do the job with ease,” he explained.

“So you spoke with her?” she pressed, her interest piqued.

Rarity was easily one of the most skillful tailors in all of Equestria, though she hadn’t even thought of asking the mare for help. She’d been so flustered after waking up that she hadn’t had a clear head - a fact exacerbated by her husband’s more than generous affection. Feeling a bit more hopeful than she had been about the circumstances, she watched him produce a roll of parchment.

“I didn’t talk with her in person, but I did get her to agree to see us. Apparently whatever Twilight is dealing with didn’t require all the Elements of Harmony,” he smugly stated, turning his eyes to the letter. “Dear Shining, I’m so sorry to hear about the little mishap that befell poor Princess Cadance. I’m a bit busy this afternoon, but feel free to come by the Carousel Boutique first thing tomorrow morning.”

Lifting a forehoof, moments from saying how thankful she was, a thought occurred to Cadance. “What did you tell her…?”

He shrugged as he furled the scroll. “I told her there was a little accident and that you’d need some custom clothing - preferably a few garments that are both robust and able to conceal your - Ahem - rather generous breasts.”

“I…I don’t know what to say…” she stammered, moved beyond words.

“Well a thank you wouldn’t be undue,” he hummed.

He was absolutely right, she did owe him a thank you - no, she owed him more than a thank you. She’d unduly been a bit difficult earlier that morning, giving him a hard time and blaming him for her current state, yet he’d done nothing but be supportive and helpful the entire day. Suddenly inspired, feeling bad that she’d ever doubted him, she was stricken with an idea.

“I can do better than that,” she began, shunting power into her horn.

Before he could utter a word, she magically flung him onto the bed. Considering how he couldn’t get enough of her, fawning over her periodically throughout the day, there was something she could do to show her appreciation. She beat her wings and flexed her legs, sailed through the air, and landed over his supine frame.

“So you really wouldn’t mind if I was this big, even if I could smother you in your sleep?” she purred.

Holding his forehooves before his chest, he gnawed his lip and stared up at her. “Uh…uh-huh…”

Easing herself down, pinning him between herself and the struggling mattress, she shifted her considerable weight from side to side. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, being able to handily overpower him in any conceivable way, she couldn’t help herself from indulging him slightly. She gyrated against him, using her comparably massive body to grind him against the bed, and tittered to herself.

He kicked his fore and hind legs out, hugging her for all his worth, as he peppered her collar with kisses. She could get used to this, the added strength and being large enough to manhandle him as she pleased, but she wasn’t about to let him know that. If he figured out how much she was enjoying herself, he’d fight tooth and hoof to keep her as she was - a prospect she was begrudgingly warming to.

She looked down and back at herself, in awe of just how big she’d gotten. Ordinarily speaking, were she on top of him, he would have stood out like a sore thumb - now he was barely visible. Save for the top of his head, the ends of his legs, and presumably his tail, he was all but engulfed under her. Starting as she felt something prodding her underbelly, between her heaving, engorged bosoms, she closed her eyes.

Yeah - maybe this wasn’t so bad. She never had problems getting him worked up, with a sultry look or a sinful promise assuring he’d show her a very good time between the sheets, but now she held more power over him than ever. Though she was still uncertain of how other stallions would react to her increased stature and expansive figure, she might - might just take her new self for a test run.

“Shining,” she cooed, pushing herself up just enough to get a look at his beet-red face, “tomorrow morning, if Rarity is able to throw something together for me, would you like to go out for breakfast?”

“I…I thought you didn’t want ponies to s…see you like this?” he stammered up at her.

Positively beaming down at him, she lowered her muzzle to the side of his head. “I thought you’d want to show off your big, plump, pregnant wife to everypony…”

Sensing his stallionhood jerk uncontrollably, doubtlessly smearing her cleavage with pre-cum, she withdrew and flicked her mane to the side. If, and that was a very big if, Rarity could do the impossible, making her presentable for the public, she supposed she could go on a brief foray. With her thoughts wandering, she scooped him up and fell beside him.

The way she saw it, she had two ways to deal with the situation she’d unwittingly thrown herself into: she could either embrace it with all the tact and grace she could, or she could hide herself away until Twilight found some way to restore her to her normal size - even then, there was no guarantee that the problem could be fixed. She was definitely pregnant, she couldn’t change that, but she may be stuck as an amazoness of a mare for the foreseeable future. Pulling her husband to her chest, locking one leg over his hip, she held him to herself. On the off chance that this whole mess couldn’t be rectified, at least she had one adoring fan to keep her company…

Chapter 2

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…

Chapter 2.5

“Oh my gosh,” Cadance groaned through a mouthful of cheesy bread stick. “Shining, you have to try these!”

Timidly smiling, Shining looked down to what had been a full basket of the complimentary appetizers. “I’ll - uh - I’ll ask the waiter for more.”

Cadance shivered in delight, dipping one bread stick in marinara sauce while she crammed a second into her muzzle. The day hadn’t started as planned, with Rarity postponing their meeting, but she wasn’t nearly as upset as she had been earlier - not after Shining had soothed her tattered nerves by offering to bring her to Il Pastificio, her favorite restaurant of all time. At the mere thought of stuffing her face with some freshly baked lasagna, her ire and inhibitions about going out in public had all but dissolved.

Expectantly looking down at the table, seeing the emptied basket, she scrunched her snout. “Did you like them?”

“Oh - um - yeah…yeah, they were great,” Shining weakly chuckled, his empty belly rumbling in protest of his lie.

Looking over to the table beside them, seeing a couple receiving their order, Cadance licked her lips. Stars above - being big could be a bit of an inconvenience, but the ravenous hunger she’d felt over the last few days had been downright maddening. Tearing her eyes off the pair next to them, she peered down at her husband.

“Can we get a dessert?” she inquired, already knowing she’d like to wrap things up with something to sate her sweet tooth.

He nodded and reached across the table to caress her hoof. “Of course we can, honey! Like I said earlier, we can get anything you want.”

“Anything?” she hummed, her smile broadening as their waiter approached. “Garson, I have a question. The lasagna you serve ~ can I presume it’s made in batches?”

The sharply dressed pegasus stallion smiled and nodded up at the titanic Princess. “We do, ma’am, but we usually do that when we cater -”

“I’d like a tray of it with extra mozzarella and parmesan cheese, and keep these bread sticks coming,” she tittered, glibly tossing him the crumb-ridden basket.

With his features going slack, the suddenly pallid waiter turned his attention over to Shining. “And f…for you, Prince?”

“I’ll take a caesar salad and some fettuccine alfredo,” he whispered, looking no less pale than the server. After handing the menus to the hastily departing pegasus, he swallowed hard. “Heh ~ wanted some to take home for later?”

“Later?” Cadance parroted, quirking a brow.

Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, her thoughts began to wander. A part of her realized she was likely making a scene, not for the least of which reasons being her immense frame dominating the dining area, but she simply couldn’t help herself. She was a growing Princess in an all too literal sense, both because of the infernal enchantment she’d unwittingly cast upon herself and the bun in her oven, and she was famished because of it.

She impatiently tapped a hoof to the table as the ambrosial aroma of various cuisines wafted to her nose. Typically speaking, a single serving of lasagna was enough to satisfy her, especially if she had a bread stick or two beforehand, but she was absolutely certain that wasn’t going to cut it this time. Even after a four-course breakfast, brunch, and a sizeable lunch, she felt like she hadn’t eaten a thing all day!

“Oh wait!” she chirped, only then understanding what her beloved had meant. Blushing slightly, she reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. “I mean, that really depends on how big the tray is.”

“R…right,” he mumbled, lowering his head.

Lovingly stroking his foreleg, she ponderously leaned forward and brought her muzzle closer to his ear. “If you want, I’ll let you feed that lasagna to me.”

His ears perked up and his eyes widened slightly as he gazed up at her. “Really?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, watching their server approach with not one, not two, but three baskets of bread sticks balanced on his wings.

“You’re actually lucky,” the waiter nervously laughed, placing the appetizers down. “We just took two platters of lasagna out of the oven, so I should have your order -”

“Great, thanks,” Cadance interrupted, practically drooling at the sight of the steaming, cheese-covered starters. “The quicker you get it here, the bigger your tip will be.”

The comment put a spring in the pegasus’ step, prompting him to bow and practically bolt away from the table. Though she knew it was wrong to grease hooves with bits from the royal coffers, she was far from the first Princess to do so - heck, Celestia had essentially bribed some of the best bakers in all of Equestria to work for her, Luna routinely procured games for the castle, and Twilight had made several suspiciously large donations to libraries. If she wanted to binge on some fine food, something she never did, nopony should take offense.

Almost reluctantly, with a sheepish little smile on his adorable little face, Shining dipped one of the bread sticks in sauce and hovered it up to her face. She smiled down on him, maintaining eye contact while she expectantly opened her maw. If letting him personally feed her would make him happy, something she’d only recently discovered, far be it for her to deny him.

With her tongue extended, she wrapped her lips around the vaguely phallic morsel. “Mmmmm…”

Though she was blissfully ignorant to it, the small outburst drew the eyes of almost everypony in the restaurant. Patrons had been trying to distract themselves, chatting or eating their meals while not staring in open awe at the colossal alicorn in their midst, yet the soft, almost sensual moan was too much for them to bear. Staring at their patron Princess, a common thought crossed many of their minds ~ what in the world was going on.

Cadance was big - incredibly big, and she was on the verge of a gluttonous rampage the likes of which hadn’t been seen since Celestia was introduced to Devil’s Food cake! Though her frame was more than triple its normal size, some parts of her were significantly bigger than others. Many sets of eyes within the establishment played over her, drinking in her curves and marveling at her figure, as customers forgot all about their meals.

With a backside that couldn’t fit in any conventional chair, the alicorn merrily munched upon bread stick after bread stick, she’d opted to sit on the floor. Her tush, nearly as big as a full-sized wagon, was easily wider than the table she sat before. While her derriere was indeed a spectacle in and of itself, each globe of her rump being comparable in mass to the average sized pony, that was but a single facet of what enthralled the onlookers.

Even partially concealed under the table and between her thighs, Cadance’s tremendous belly and teats caused stallions of all ages to angle their heads for a better look at her assets. She was clearly pregnant, that much was obvious, and her bosoms had filled out considerably. Her breasts, engorged with milk and leaking onto the carpet, set mouths watering throughout the establishment, but there was only one virile stud bold enough to smugly inspect them openly.

Dipping his head below the table, Shining peeked over at Cadance’s crotch. “We really should have brought a tarp…”

“What was that?” she asked, causing her husband to start. Seeing him bang his head on the underside of the table as he hastily withdrew, she smirked.

“I was - uh - well, it’s just…” he fumbled, nervously sweating and likely trying to come up with an excuse.

As she watched him squirm, her grin broadened. “You said something about a tarp ~ no?”

“I - Ahem - it’s just that we’ll have to add a cleaning gratuity to our bill,” he softly remarked, levitating another appetizer up to her face.

She shrugged disinterestedly and shot forward to devour the proffered bread. “Campht bhhf helph…”

Shaking his head, he squinted up at her. “What was that?”

Swallowing the bite and nearly choking in the process, Cadance watched their waiter approach. “Sweet Celestia - that looks good…”

Instead of a serving platter, the kitchen staff had loaded her and Shining’s meals onto what she suspected was a cart used to ferry freight. Not only was there an entire tray of piping hot lasagna, her husband’s dinner, and another three baskets of bread sticks, but some charitable soul, possibly the server himself, had deigned fit to include a bottle of wine for their dinner. An ominous growl sang from the seemingly bottomless chasm that was her gut as the pegasus came to a halt and started placing their order on the table.

“For the Prince,” the waiter began, presenting the salad and fettuccine before the former captain. “And for the Princess, I -”

“Thanks!” she bleated, leaning over and pulling the stallion into a hug.

Practically sinking into her doughy side, the server bashfully smiled and shivered. “D…don’t mention it…”

Releasing him as quickly as she’d snatched him up, Cadance set her sights upon the banquet laid out in front of her. As she magically lifted a fork and knife, ready to commit an absolute war crime against the layered combination of pasta, cheese, and sauce, her eyes shot over to her beloved. This was a rare treat at the best of times, something they seldom got to enjoy since Flurry had come into their lives, and she wanted Shining to enjoy the evening as much as herself.

“Shining,” she whispered, moments before he took his first bite of the salad, “would you?”

Bringing the utensils over to him, she smiled sweetly. He was a good stallion, a caring father, and an impeccable lover, yet the discovery that he relished her enormous size and voluptuous body warmed the depths of her heart. Had she been single while enduring her current predicament, she would have shut herself away until the situation had resolved - fortunately for her, she had the best husband in the whole wide world at her side.

Shining abandoned his meal in an instant, focusing on his wife and unborn foal. Wielding his sorcery, he delicately carved a small morsel from the expansive tray of lasagna, lifted it into the air, and brought it to her awaiting maw. Once the bite was in her snout, she sealed her lips around the retreating, empty fork.

“It’s sho good,” she slurred, her eyelids fluttering.

Hastily gulping the succulent mouthful down, she lolled out her tongue for a second, then a third and fourth, until Shining was mechanically presenting forkful after forkful. The lasagna was decadently good, so that she unwittingly made a spectacle of herself while enjoying it. Leaning back and propping herself on one foreleg, she rubbed her belly while she savored her meal.

It wasn’t long until the unusual, borderline scandalous scene began having an effect on customers. Reclined as she was, showing off her body in the most casual of ways, every part of the Princess was laid bare. From her rounded stomach and heavy bosoms to her exquisitely plump thighs and backside, her more than full figure provided the ponies present with a once in a lifetime show.

Multiple stallions were dragged out by their wives or marefriends, robbed of the opportunity to salivate over the alicorn, but a few intrepid souls were lucky or brave enough to stay. Quiet whispers and comments about the display became commonplace, with several ponies getting out of their seats to give themselves a better view, while the Princess absolutely demolished enough food to feed a family of four or more.

The unintended entertainment lasted for the better part of half an hour, even after a few stallions had to excuse themselves because of how excited they’d become, before the lasagna had been finished. A few patrons sighed and asked for to-go boxes, more interested in the Princess than their meals, but not a single one moved when Cadance dabbed her lips with a napkin and looked down at the emptied platter.

Patrons held their breaths as the Princess’ waiter trotted over to the table. Could she do it? Was it even possible for her to have room for more? A hush fell over the cavernous chamber, customers held their breaths, and everypony present looked on in awe as she cleared her throat.

“Do you guys still have that incredible tiramisu you used to sell?” she sweetly inquired.

The server nodded and hefted the emptied tray from the table. “Of course we do, Princess! Could I interest you in -”

“I’ll take whatever you have left,” she snickered. “Yes, all of it.”

A single onlooker cheered - actually cheered in his seat before he clamped a hoof over his mouth to silence himself, yet his enthusiasm drew Cadance’s eye. At some point throughout her meal, though she couldn’t say when, she’d become aware that she was the center of attention, although that hardly bothered her - if anything, the lustful looks and astonished staring had been thrilling. With the order for her dessert complete, she looked over at Shining.

Though his pasta had cooled considerably, he wolfed down his dinner without a care in the world. She would have felt bad for him, but she didn’t - not because she didn’t cherish him with all her heart, but because she knew why he was ravishing his meal. If he finished up his dinner quickly enough, he’d be able to personally sate her with the tiramisu she’d be getting.

Sure enough, just as Shining scrambled to clean his plate, the waiter appeared with a mountain of dessert. The layered espresso-soaked biscuits, sweetened cheese filling, and whipped cream had to weigh at least ten pounds, comprised of no fewer than a dozen servings, although Cadance viewed it as a challenge. While she was somewhat full, the hedonistic treat looked almost as good as she knew it would taste.

“Care for a better seat?” she mused, caressing her belly.

There were few times she’d seen Shining move so fast, nearly falling out of his chair to scramble over to her. Climbing up her side and onto her distended gut, he seated himself on her abdomen while hovering the dessert over to himself. Having him feed her from across the table had been nice, but the intimacy of having him on her for the final course simply couldn’t be beat.

The sudden development of the Prince perched on the Princess - his Princess was a sight to behold. At a glance, he almost looked like a colt compared to her - nevertheless, their love for one another was as plain as the sun’s light on a cloudless day. They laughed and whispered sweet nothings to one another throughout the romantic exchange, though Cadance did have to keep him from losing his balance once or twice.

By the time Cadance was finished, capping off their meal with a coffee and an entire tin of biscotti, she was stuffed in every sense of the word. She didn’t even look at the doubled-over bill when it arrived, summoning a heap of gold bits to place on the table. It had been an expensive evening, but it had been more than worth it.

Sorcerously hefting Shining up and off her filled stomach, she ponderously rolled and attempted to get to her hooves - attempted in that she quickly discovered she couldn’t properly stand. She wobbled back and forth for a split second, doing her best to right herself, but it was all for not. It was only after she’d sucked in her gut and used her magic to fashion a makeshift girdle was she able to actually place all four hooves on the ground.

“Come on,” Shining sighed, merrily grinning up at her, “let’s get you home.”

She nodded and waddled to the door, sensing several sets of eyes planted squarely on her behind. The gargantuan buns on her backside glided past one another, her stomach sloshed with gallons of grub, and her breasts dragged along the ground beneath her. Though she knew she was making a rather unceremonious display, she was too full to care - that was until she reached the exit.

As she reached the door, wishing for nothing more than her bed to collapse on, she found herself stuck - actually stuck. Wedged in the doorway by her stomach, with her shoulders and head in the cool, refreshing air of the outdoors, she scrunched her snout. The disconcerting turn of events would have been troubling enough in and of itself, had it not been for the fact that she’d been able to walk through perfectly fine earlier.

“S…Shining?” she sputtered, trying fruitlessly to look back at her husband. “Would you mind if we teleport ourselves home?”

She helped when he reached up and shoved on her flank. “We could always try to push you out.”

The remark reminded her of the incident in the bathroom from the day before, when his help had resulted in an impromptu rutting, so she shook her head and grimaced. Glutting herself in front of an audience was one thing, but even teasing the notion of having her beloved try to brute force her through the door was nothing short of a terrible idea. Shunting power into her horn, she frantically returned herself and Shining to their bedroom. Even if he’d been joking, there was no way in Tartarus she was about to let a bunch of ponies watch their suddenly portly Princess making a mockery of herself.

“Alright,” she grumbled, “I’m gonna - Burp - get cleaned up and get some rest.”

Trotting around to face her, Shining lifted his head and pecked her neck. “Thanks for the amazing meal.”

Giggling to herself, she gazed into his eyes. “Aren’t I supposed to be thanking you for it - after all, it was your idea.”

“Anything to make my big, beautiful babe happy,” he cooed, standing on his hind legs to give her a kiss on the lips.

Despite her size, she swooned. She really was the luckiest mare in all of Equestria, and nothing would ever convince her otherwise. Scooping him up with her magic, without breaking their kiss, she awkwardly trudged to the bed. Buck it - she should shower in the morning. For the time being, all she wanted was to cuddle with the stallion who’d won her heart.

Chapter 3

“You ready, honey?” Shining asked, lightly caressing his wife’s lower leg.

Peering down at him, Cadance scrunched her snout. “No, not really, but it’s not like I can change my mind now…”

She’d ended the day prior on a high note, hopeful that her growth had finally halted and optimistic about the outfits Rarity was crafting for her, yet the day had started on a sobering, unfortunate note. Not only was she taller than ever, with the top of Shining’s head barely reaching her knees, but her girth had nearly doubled. Her rounded belly and mountainous udders rested a hair’s breadth from the floor, with the latter being pressed back between her hind legs, making it extraordinarily awkward to walk.

“Did you send another scroll to Twilight?” she huffed.

“Sure did,” he chirped. “I haven’t heard back from her yet, so my guess is she’s still busy with whatever friendship problem she’s dealing with.”

Petulantly stomping her hoof, she snorted as his magical aura enveloped her. “Wonderful…”

Things were seriously getting out of hoof. Rarity was a skilled tailor, she had no question of that, but she couldn’t see how things weren’t going to go poorly. She was bigger than ever, the measurements from yesterday were essentially worthless, and it seemed impossible that the garments which had been made for her would fit - in short, she fully expected the day to be disastrous. Closing her eyes and keeping her hooves crossed, she was sorcerously whisked from her room and to the boutique - at least that’s where she’d thought she was going.

She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly. Instead of being surrounded by clothing racks and mannequins adorned with attire, she found herself in a spacious, entirely unfamiliar room. The chamber was nearly vacant, save for a large, heart shaped bed, several standing lights, and a tripod mounted camera resting nearby. Turning her attention over to her lover, she grimaced.

“Shining…” she began, letting the unspoken question hang.

Stepping aside and beaming up at her, his cheeks going red, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah - uh - Rarity asked if we could meet her at Photo Finish’s studio,” he uneasily replied. Seeing her brow furrow, he shook his head and waved a forehoof. “D…don’t worry! Rarity promised nopony would be here but us! She said that there was more room here for -”

“For my bulk?” Cadance interrupted, peaking a brow.

“More room for you to be comfortable,” he hastily clarified. “I would have mentioned it earlier, but I didn’t want the sudden change of plans to make you more anxious than you already were.”

Less than pleased by his misdirection, but realizing he’d made a good point, she turned her nose up. “I’ll remember that little omission the next time I -”

“There she is!” a familiar, cheerful voice announced.

Cadance turned toward the source of the noise and spotted Rarity trotting in with a wheeled trunk in tow. She’d momentarily toyed with the idea of teleporting herself back to her castle, if only so she could hide away in her room with a tub of ice cream to console herself, but that thought went straight out the window. Forcing herself to smile, she shifted uncomfortably and faced the approaching unicorn.

“Rarity, it’s so good to see you again,” she nervously chirped.

Stopping just short of the titanic alicorn, Rarity happily hummed to herself and brought the trunk to a halt. “Good to see you too, darling - same for you, Shining. I presume your morning is off to a decent start?”

“Well - um - it could be better,” Shining timidly chuckled, giving his wife a wide berth and trotting around to greet the couture.

Doing her best not to frown, Cadance sighed. “It could definitely be better. I’m sorry in advance if the outfits you fashioned don’t fit.”

Rarity reared back and held a hoof to her chest. “Darling, you wound me to the quick. After I saw how immense you were yesterday, I took several precautions to ensure your apparel would fit you perfectly.”

“Even though I’m this big now?” Cadance countered.

Giving a nod, the seamstress patted the trunk. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t account for such a possibility ~ did you? Actually, no, don’t answer that. Simply see yourself into the fitting area and try on the dress - it’s the top piece of apparel inside.”

Cadance looked around and noticed a drawn curtain in one corner of the room. While she couldn’t be completely sure, it looked as though Rarity had fashioned a place for her to change - that or Photo Finish was used to accommodating clients who were substantially bigger than average ponies. As she looked between her lover and friend, seeing them expectantly beaming up at her, she hung her head and sent power into her horn.

“Just give me a minute,” she grumbled, shooting Shining a dirty look while she turned and began hauling the trunk behind herself.

The way she saw it, one of two things was about to happen: she was either going to fruitlessly try to squeeze into something that was several sizes too small for her, and make an ass of herself in the process, or by some miracle she’d have some new duds. Realizing that neither Rarity or Shining would be pleased if she didn’t at least make an attempt, she begrudgingly stomped behind the curtain. If things went as poorly as she thought they would, there was no way she was going to leave her room until Twilight was free to help her undo her affliction.

She swung the trunk open and was met with a sea of turquoise fabric. As she levitated and unfolded an absolutely beautiful dress, replete with embroidered hearts and sequins, a lump formed in her throat. The gown was stunning, one of the prettiest she’d ever seen, and it hurt her soul to know she wouldn’t fit in it - still, a promise was a promise. Having plucked a matching undergarment from beneath the article, she took a deep breath to steady herself.

As per the standard, the bra and panties were a single garment that would cover her tush, marehood, and bosoms - at least that’s what the apparel was designed to do. She cocked a hind leg, stepped into the garment, then mirrored the process. The fabric slid up her fetlocks and toward her thighs, moving closer to her gargantuan breasts, and she looked away. She could feel the cloth stretching and creeping over her thighs until something strange happened.

The waistband of the underwear bumped against the dock of her tail, causing her to start. She’d fully anticipated the article getting caught on her ass, unable to cover her rear, yet that wasn’t the case. Turning and looking back at herself, seeing the cloth clinging to her monumental tush, she cocked her head to the side.

“Huh…”

As unbelievable as it was, she’d somehow managed to get the thing on without ripping it to shreds - nevertheless, she wasn’t about to get her hopes up yet. After slipping her tail through an opening just beneath the waistband, she shifted her focus to the bra part of the garment. Handling her brobdingnagian backside was one thing, but being able to handle her tremendous tits would be quite another.

She pulled on the fabric with her magic, brought the cups beneath her bosoms, and hauled the apparel into place. Stunned by what she beheld, her eyes widened in shock, her jaw nearly hit the floor, and her heart skipped a beat. Her gargantuan bust wasn’t simply lifted and held by the garment - no, it seemingly disappeared beneath the soft cloth. Hastily adjusting the article into position, she turned her head from side to side to look back at herself.

The garment did more than just make her more presentable - it made moving around significantly easier. No longer having to deal with a pair of titanic breasts being squished between her thighs, she trotted in a small circle. It was a miracle made manifest - so much so that she could scarcely believe it was working as Rarity had promised.

Either she was going insane or the undergarment had somehow hidden her breasts entirely. She had no doubt that her breasts were still there, feeling the grace of fabric on her teats, but it was like they’d simply vanished! Looking around for a mirror, yet finding no such thing, she cleared her throat and looked to the curtain.

“Rarity, is there a mirror back here?” she called.

A brief pause ensued, followed by whispering, before Rarity replied. “I’m afraid not, darling, although there’s one out here by the camera. Once you’ve finished changing, you can come and inspect yourself more easily!”

Cursing beneath her breath, Cadance pursed her lips. Rarity was no fool, so she wouldn’t be surprised if the guileful unicorn had intentionally moved the mirror before she’d arrived. Seeing as how she was already half-finished with the endeavor of getting dressed, she swung her attention over to the dress floating beside herself. Buck it - seeing as how the panties had managed to not only contain but conceal her udders, maybe the gown would be just as impressive.

After wriggling her way into the dress, she was absolutely blown away. The gown, much like the undergarment, fit her like a mystical glove. While she couldn’t fathom how the ensemble worked, she was reduced from a gravid behemoth to a slim, trim amazoness by the mythical attire. The only parts of her which hadn’t been affected were her towering stature and her prolific posterior, though she wasn’t about to complain about either.

With a flowing skirting and hem that came just to her fetlocks, the dress was a work of art. She hadn’t noticed it at first, but the springy fabric was embroidered with traceries and small designs along its length. The material alone must have cost a hoof and a leg, even if it hadn’t been enchanted, and she couldn’t have been happier with it - that said, its slimming properties worked a bit too well.

Fully clothed, she discovered one small drawback of her attire. The gown and undergarment had hidden her gut and bosoms from view, although they’d done next to nothing about the profound size of her backside. With a waspish waistline and slim, trim abdomen, her ass looked even more gargantuan than it had before. While she wasn’t as unseemly as she’d been prior, she would still be turning heads wherever she laid hoof.

“Almost done, honey?” Shining loudly asked, causing her to start.

She couldn’t have been happier with just how well things were turning out, yet there were two small snags - three really. First and foremost, unable to fully look at herself, she couldn’t be completely certain that the outfit was as perfect as she thought it was - secondly and just as prudently, she needed to get some input from somepony other than herself. Wheeling around and trotting out, feeling much better than she had minutes before, she revealed herself.

“Darling,” Rarity gasped, holding a forehoof to her muzzle, “you look absolutely splendid.”

No less stunned than the couture, Shining stared at his wife in open awe. “Holy moly!”

Despite herself, Cadance felt blood rush to her cheeks. “Come on - don’t act that surprised.”

She slowed to a halt as her friend and lover cantered over and started circling her. Seeing them beaming up at her, their eyes playing over her figure, she smiled. They couldn’t be that smitten with her - could they? Shining fawned over her regardless of how she looked or felt, as proven by the last two days, but she was taken aback by just how elated Rarity was. Waving them away, she scanned the room.

“It’s right over here,” Rarity noted, realizing what the Princess was looking for. Running to and behind the camera, she retrieved a standing mirror from the wall and carried it over. “Let me just - Ahem - ensure everything is fitted properly…”

Cadance remained where she was, allowing the couture to inspect her work. While she’d anticipated Rarity wanting to see how she looked, she was unprepared for just how meticulous the unicorn would be. A small tug here, an adjustment there - tittering all the while, the seamstress gleefully ensured the articles were perfectly seated on her frame.

Staring at her reflection, Cadance’s smile broadened. She hadn’t looked bad when she was bigger - far from it in fact, but seeing that she could now go out and about without looking like a plus-sized porn star was uplifting as all get-out! She turned in place, inspecting herself from different angles, and giggled like a school filly.

The outfit was snug but not uncomfortably so, accentuating her curves and complimenting the colors of her coat, mane, and tail. She really did look incredible in the gown, even if it was a bit more provocative than she would have liked. Turning in place, getting a better look at her backside, she swallowed hard when she noticed just how selective the garment was with concealing her full size.

While her bust and belly had been magically hidden, her tush was another matter entirely. Nearly as wide as an apple cart, looking almost comical compared to the rest of her, the curves of her hind quarters were massive. She wouldn’t be surprised if the tremendous, doughy globes of her ass could crush Shining with ease - a prospect she felt certain he’d happily volunteer to test.

Rarity flicked her mane to the side and proudly wiggled her shoulders. “I’ll take that reaction as a good sign.”

“Hey, Rarity, can I get a few of the photos of her - you know, after you’re done?” Shining asked.

The question shook Cadance from her gleeful stupor. She’d nearly forgotten her part of the agreement with Rarity, though she was definitely feeling more comfortable fulfilling it. Looking over, she nodded to the bed.

“I’m guessing you want me to get comfortable?” she inquired, swinging her gaze down to the seamstress.

“Eventually, yes, but I’d like to get a few of you standing as well. Shining, come stand over here - Cadance, if you’d be so kind, have a look over here,” Rarity instructed.

Cadance watched as the comparably little unicorn levitated a number of photos from beside the camera. Each picture was of a different pose, and many were from varying angles, giving her a better idea of what was expected of her. Much to her relief, none of the images were scandalous in the slightest. As she shuffled over and closer to one of the lights, she mimicked one of the positions she’d seen displayed.

With a forehoof held to the back of her head, she balanced on three legs and smirked at the camera. “Something like this?”

“Marvelous, darling!” Rarity exclaimed. “Hold that pose for me!”

Emboldened beyond belief, Cadance stood statuesque and let picture after picture be snapped. She’d never been terribly enthused about being photographed, nor was she a narcissist, yet there was a certain thrill evoked by the flash of the camera - that and the enthusiasm of both Rarity and Shining. The constant barrage of flattery and compliments from the two substantially smaller ponies did nothing to quell her growing zeal, emboldening her beyond belief.

She struck one pose after another, getting increasingly brazen and self-assured with each photo. Standing positions, ones which were relatively tame and ordinary, gradually became more seductive. Cocking her hips, lifting her waist, heavily lidded eyes, pouting her lips - little embellishments which elevated the shots from mundane to enticing.

Repositioning the camera, Rarity stepped back to better capture the Princess’ rump. “Yes, just like that! You’re a naughty little alicorn ~ aren’t you?”

Staving off the temptation to nod, Cadance had to willfully force her tail not to flag. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she was having too much fun with the entire affair. She was supposed to be a Princess, a stately icon that ponies looked up to, yet she was gradually losing herself to the exhilaration of the camera. Spreading her hind legs just a bit more than she should have, she watched Rarity smirk.

“Manifique,” the unicorn whispered, snapping one last shot.

With multiple photos having been taken of her, she ultimately moved onto the bed. Laying across the mattress on her side, she playfully bit one forehoof while cocking her legs for yet another shot. The entire experience was far more fun than it had any right to be, yet her enjoyment was shaken when she saw exactly where her husband was looking.

Peeking down at herself, she faltered. It was almost imperceptible beneath her dress, but there was a markedly damp spot on her panties. As she slowly closed her hind legs, reluctant to continue but not wishing to bring the photo shoot to an end, her inhibitions crept back to the fore. While there was nothing wrong with showing herself and her new ensemble off, she’d really rather not have a bunch of randy school colts using her pictures as perverse inspiration.

Having noticed the alicorn’s sudden shift in demeanor, or possibly by complete coincidence, Rarity stepped back from the camera and nodded. “I think that should do nicely. Now then, if you’re inclined, I’d like to get the other set started.”

“Other…” Cadance trailed off, reminded that there was a second garment waiting for her to try on.

She’d only gotten a small peek at the other attire she’d been given, although she realized it wouldn’t be nearly as modest as the dress. Pushing herself up and stepping off the bed, she glanced in the direction of the changing area. With half of the shoot finished, realizing the magical dress would have likely cost her a small fortune, she steeled her resolve and drifted over to change.

“Just give me a minute,” she remarked, seeing Shining going to follow her.

The last thing she needed was to have her husband hungrily eyeing her as she got undressed. Considering his stallionhood was already peeking from its sheath, and that watching her strip would do nothing but get him more turned on, it was for everypony’s good that he gave her a bit of privacy. With the curtain drawn behind her, she carefully removed her attire and was instantly reminded of why she’d gone to Rarity for help.

As the dress slid down her frame, her belly steadily appeared and hung heavily beneath her. The weight had been there while wearing the gown, so she didn’t feel any different, but the sight of her huge stomach and curvaceous hips evoked a strange mix of emotions. She’d been hesitant to say it in front of Shining, lest he encourage her to stay as large as she was, but a part of her actually liked being big.

Now freed from its confines, her vast belly was left in full view. Easily the broadest part of her, countered only by her derriere, the taut hide of her abdomen graced the floor with each heavy breath she took. Even with her unnatural height, it would have been impossible for anypony not to know she was incredibly pregnant - then again, that really wasn’t a problem.

There was something about maternity that was weirdly comforting, like she was fulfilling some primal purpose, and she truthfully wasn’t opposed to staying her current size. The only reason she had a burning desire to return to her typical state was to avoid an absolute onslaught of questions from her guards, the castle staff, and the residents of the Crystal Empire. While she was aware that there were some mares in the world who would love the attention from hundreds, if not thousands of ponies, she wasn’t one of them.

Peeling the bra-panty combination off herself, her breasts spilled into the open. Like twin, pillowy mountains of flesh, each bosom was driven back by her stomach and pressed to her thighs. Her ass and stomach were still bigger than her bust, but her tits were definitely one of the more salacious parts of her figure. Her udders, each capable of producing gallons of milk a day, were as functional as they were eye-catching, and she had no doubt that there’d be a great many stallions ogling them if she were to go out in public without having them covered.

Focusing on the task at hoof, she neatly folded her dress and undergarment before going over to the chest and peeking inside. Leather - heaps of black and red leather met her eye, making her pulse begin to race. She’d only ever worn, let alone owned a single piece of naughty negligee, so she gnawed her lower lip at the prospect of modeling a second one.

“Ok, Cadance, you can do this,” she whispered to herself, lifting the scandalous attire out of the trunk.

A promise she had made, and a promise she would keep - at least that’s the justification she consoled herself with. Replete with a corset, crotchless panties, a choker, leggings, and a bra, the outfit would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. As long as Rarity promised that any pictures would stay between them and Shining, everything should be alright - should, but she was still a bit anxious about the entire endeavor.

Piece by sinful piece, she dressed herself with the naughtiest, most alluring outfit she’d ever worn. Even though nopony could see her, she blushed as she wiggled herself into each article. With the leggings pinching the supple meat of her thighs, she moved on to the rest of the outfit. She slowly exhaled and lifted the next piece of the ensemble to her midsection.

Getting the corset on was a struggle in several ways. Magically holding the article to her chest, using the heft of her breasts to hold it to her abdomen, she looked over her shoulder to tighten the laces along its back. The thing did a darn fine job at hiding her huge, pregnant belly, but it was still very constrictive. With her lower torso bound, magnifying her svelte look more than ever, she levitated the final garment over to herself.

The panties and bra, constructed as a single unit, were exquisitely raunchy. Stepping into the undergarment, she pulled the fabric up and to her groin. It took a bit of wrestling her bust into the cloth cups, having to heave one tit at a time into the thing, but she was able to manage after a bit of grumbling and fidgeting. Drawing the waistband up and over her backside, slipping her tail through and into position, she peeked back at herself.

As with the gown and undergarments she’d just taken off, her amorous apparel miraculously concealed her tummy and bust - well most of her bust. Unlike mere minutes before, a sliver of her breasts’ extensive size was shown off by the undergarment clinging to her lower abdomen. Gone was the demure, innocent Princess she’d always been - replaced by a gigantic, slatternly dominatrix that would make any straight stallion weak in the knees.

“Rarity,” she shouted, “you promise that nopony will ever see any pictures of me in this ~ right?”

“As Pinkie would say, ‘cross my heart and hope to fry - stick a cupcake in my eye’,” Rarity yelled back.

Though the affirmation soothed her nerves the tiniest bit, Cadance didn’t leap out and reveal herself. It would have been embarrassing enough to walk out wearing something so skimpy, but the fact that she’d gotten more than a little turned on by herself made the juncture very embarrassing - exciting, but embarrassing all the same. She slowly exhaled, adjusted her attire, and slowly pulled the curtain back, praying neither Shining or Rarity would make too much of a fuss about her -

“Sweet Celestia,” Shining gasped, his mouth agape and eyes shooting wide.

“I told you she’d look ravishing in that get-up,” Rarity haughtily snickered.

Seeing Shining’s stallionhood growing steadily beneath him, and Rarity fanning herself, Cadance blushed harder than ever. She was used to getting her husband riled up, but she’d had no way of knowing her friend would get turned on by the sight of her! Curious and, much to her shame, aroused by their reaction, she slowly wheeled around, flicked her tail to the side, and leaned forward.

Rarity practically scrambled over, apparently not willing to let the presentation go to waste. Having wrenched the camera from its stand, she dove to the floor, leveled the contraption at the Princess’ crotch, and snapped several pictures. Laying on her back, taking shot after shot, she kicked her legs and almost maniacally laughed to herself.

Cadance would have been unsettled by the display, had she not been able to see just how aroused Rarity was. The dark, drenched flesh of the unicorn’s loins was on full display. There were few times in her life when she didn’t know what to say, realizing her friend was practically gushing from the sight of her left her at a loss for words.

“C…can you hike your leg up a little?” Shining bashfully inquired.

Looking over and noticing his fully erect endowment, Cadance grinned. She’d been opposed to showing herself off to Rarity and Shining, but that sentiment was changing at an alarming rate. It would have been impossible for them to fake their reactions to her, which gave her an idea - if they liked seeing her like this, traipsing about like a slutty not-so-little Princess, she was going to really dazzle them.

Letting Rarity take a few more photos of her, posing in seductive ways for each and every one, she eyed the bed. “Would you mind taking a few of me on the mattress?”

“By all means, darling!” Rarity chirped. “If you’re inspired to - oh…”

Before Rarity finished speaking, Cadance crossed to and stepped onto the oversized piece of furniture. With one hind leg on the floor, and the other braced on the foot of the bed, she turned her head and smiled back at the stricken unicorn. With as much casual grace as she could muster, she slid her torso over the bed sheets and proudly flagged her tail.

Shining’s length slapped excitedly against his belly, while Rarity reached back between her legs to rub herself. Ordinarily speaking, she would have been mortified to see her husband and one of her best friends openly getting off, yet all she felt was exhilaration. Igniting her horn, she magically caressed the dampened fabric over her winking, barely hidden marehood.

She would have never guessed she’d end up masturbating for a camera - then again, she wouldn’t have guessed she’d become a literal giantess. Boldly rubbing herself and switching positions, she succumbed to her budding exhibitionistic urges. Her reputation and good-standing with the public would be ruined if the photos ever saw the light of day, but she didn’t care - the only thing on her mind was indulging herself and her passionate provocateurs.

Within minutes, as Rarity flitted around her with the camera, she’d practically lost herself. As she pawed at her breasts and unabashedly kneading her snatch, a groan escaped her. She knew it was wrong, that she should have controlled herself, but the circumstances practically demanded she’d continue. It would be a different matter if Shining and Rarity weren’t practically self-consummating at this point, although that wasn’t the case in the slightest.

Shifting her weight over, she rolled to her side and directed her aura to her back. Pictures had been taken of her in her dress, and there’d been several dozen snapped of her in the depraved outfit, yet she didn’t have any capturing her full glory. She untied her corset, began pulling it free, and looked over to ensure the camera was trained on her.

As she steadily pulled the garment off, her belly practically exploded from her abdomen. Her weight shifted, pushing her onto her back, as her stomach rolled her over. The cool air against her sweat-streaked hide was refreshing, but she barely noticed it. Too captivated by the ravenous look on Shining’s face, she was stricken with depraved, divine inspiration.

She didn’t say a word as she beckoned her little stud over. Trotting over, Shining crawled onto the bed next to her. There wasn’t a pony on the face of the planet who knew her better than he did, so he instantly realized what he’d been called for. He gingerly rested a forehoof on her abdomen, stood on his hind legs, and started peeling one of her leggings off.

Undressing herself would have been easy enough, even without the use of her magic, but having somepony help with the process was deliciously useful. Presenting one limb at a time, she watched as he slowly and meticulously pulled off each legging. The look in his eyes, the sweat on his brow, and his turgid length smacked of a very pent up stallion, but that was hardly a bad thing - in fact, it played perfectly into her hastily laid scheme.

“Worship me,” she purred, drawing her tongue over her lips as she gazed into his eyes.

She wouldn’t dare ask him to do anything overtly sexual, but getting a few photos of him appreciating her wouldn’t be that bad ~ right? She sprawled onto her back, ignoring the creaking bed frame beneath her, and tittered. This was so lewd, it was so undeniably raunchy, but she simply couldn’t help herself from relishing every glorious second of his affection.

Without skipping a beat, he flung himself upon her. Though he was a mere sliver of her size, comparable to a colt compared to a fully grown pony, he lacked none of his zeal. He clambered over her like a foal on Hearth’s Warming morning, caressing her as he went, until he was sprawled over her belly, though things took a rather unexpected turn.

Instead of facing her, placing his head on her chest, she found herself staring at his delightfully sculpted tush. She was a bit thrown off at first, having anticipated a kiss, but she quickly realized what he was up to. Feeling his hooves and magic tug at her undergarment, she stiffened. If she didn’t stop him, things were about to get much, much more indecent.

“Shining,” she began, hearing him chuckle. “Shining, you’re not going to…”

The fabric of her bra and panties was dragged from her groin, setting off a sinful domino effect of gargantuan proportions. She wasn’t sure what Shining expected, but he was flung back when her breasts erupted from the undergarment. Landing with a dull thud on her shoulder, he shook his head, set his brow, and stared at the wobbling, gargantuan breasts that had launched him away.

Glancing up at her face, likely drawn by her giggling, he warily smiled. “Can I - um…”

“Well they’re already out, Shining,” she sighed, tussling his mane with a forehoof. “Go nuts.”

He beamed up at her, righted himself, and clamored over her stomach and back to her tits. Each bosom was nearly as big as he was, almost as big as his torso, and he had two to play with. Diving into her cleavage, he grabbed hold of her panties and continued what he’d started. He squirmed and twisted from side to side, undaunted by the titanic tits he was sandwiched between.

Equal parts endearing, cute, and sublimely arousing, Cadance watched him strip her of her undergarment. There was no possible way he couldn’t see how spectacularly drenched she was, feeling her marehood winking and hungrily clenching on itself, which reminded her that he wasn’t the only one getting an eyeful. She looked around for Rarity, throwing her head from left to right, but there was no sign of the mare.

“A little wider…”

The soft suggestion caused her heart to skip a beat. Pushing herself up with her wings, she peered past her belly, Shining, and her bosoms. Standing just at the foot of the bed, with her camera mere feet from her groin, was Rarity. She couldn’t say what was worse, that one of her best friends was getting a very intimate view of her nethers or that Shining was doing what the couture had said - regardless, there was little she could do to stop either of them.

Staying where he was, Shining used his magic and dragged the panties from Cadance’s legs. He could have withdrawn, freeing himself and putting the bawdy display to an end, but he moved in the opposite direction. Bringing his face lower, he breathed hotly on her sopping-wet loins, drew a breath through his nostrils, and gave a shuddering sigh.

“You’re not going to…” Cadance and Rarity began in unison, as he extended his tongue and jammed his face into his wife’s marehood.

Cadance reclined and groaned, lifting her legs and smashing his head between her thighs. Everypony in Equestria had a threshold, a point at which their lust outstripped their better judgment, and he’d just pushed her past it. She was beyond saving, in spite of the flashes of the camera capturing every depraved moment of Shining eating her out, though she did make a mental note to retrieve the roll of film once they were finished.

Though she hadn’t encouraged or helped her husband, Shining had no such reservations. Feasting on her loins like it was the last day of his life, he drove his muzzle into her silken depths. It may have been her imagination, but the sensual assault felt better than usual. Maybe it felt fantastic because she was being watched, or possibly her enlarged physiology had increased the size of her g-spot - regardless of the exact reason, she was in heaven.

Unbeknownst to her, Rarity was having an absolute ball. Having lowered her head, she got an up-close view of the action while she feverishly rubbed her clit. Along with her hoof, the blue glow of her magic probed her depths and tweaked her delicate nipples. As she became increasingly engrossed with the display, the camera in her sorcerous grasp drifted to the floor.

Whimpering uncontrollably, subconsciously using her magic to drive Shining deeper, Cadance writhed atop the mattress. He was an absolute animal! Even though he was positively tiny compared to her, her husband used everything he had to please her. His hooves, his sorcery, his tongue - there wasn’t a tool at his disposal which went neglected. She momentarily lifted her head, looked downward, and saw the every end of his tail emerging from her cleavage.

Laying there and enjoying herself, sensing herself getting closer to a climax, she called upon her arcane might. While she could have allowed Shining to finish her off, that simply didn’t feel right. He was her husband, the stallion whom she’d given her heart to, so it was only right that he got to cross the finish line along with her. A soft glow emanated from the valley between her breasts, as the stallion was freed from her bosoms and lifted into the air.

He resisted momentarily, kicking his legs and looking around in confusion, until he looked back and to her face. Giving him the sultriest look she could muster, she waggled her eyebrows, spun him around, and gradually spread her hind legs. If he didn’t get the hint she was mutely laying down, he was either daft or too worked up to think clearly - mercifully for her, lowering his gaze to her slavering marehood, he instantly realized what was expected of him.

Touching down on the mattress, he reared back and locked his forehooves around her thighs. One definite benefit of her size was that he could easily make love to her in a missionary position, and he wasted no time doing just that. He stepped forward, kissed the tip of his stallionhood to her snatch, and sank into her depths. As soon as he hilted, having buried every inch of his shaft, he began pounding away with almost reckless abandon.

Her whimpers of delight cut through the air, pairing wondrously with his grunting and heavy breaths, as she was mercilessly plowed. He’d always been gentle with her, not wanting to go overboard or leave her sore, but that was the case no longer. Knowing he needn't hold himself back, he used every ounce of his considerable physical strength.

His flare ground against her g-spot, his abdomen beat against her winking, engorged clit, and his sorcery ruthlessly hauled on her teats, twisting and pulling on the almost hoof-sized buds of flesh, causing her to howl out in bliss. It was simply amazing. Her fears that being with a stallion so much smaller than herself were proven unwarranted - if anything, the rutting she received was one of the best she’d ever had!

Twisting her head to the side, a sudden movement caught her eye. The mirror she’d used earlier was sat to the side, long since abandoned, yet in its reflection she could see what Rarity was up to. Furiously masturbating, the alabaster unicorn gnawed a forehoof to silence herself while watching the lecherous show.

Though Cadance couldn’t explain it, the sight of her friend rubbing herself sent her skyrocketing towards release. Could she have been an exhibitionist all along? Was being watched always so electrifying? Had she been missing out on an entire world of sinful delights until now? Dozens of questions flitted through her thoughts, yet they were instantly crushed when a familiar warmth blossomed deep within her.

The sensation of her impending climax brought her to an impasse. Given where Rarity was, she had little doubt that the mare would get utterly drenched by a cocktail of her and Shining’s cum. If she didn’t stop now, wrenching her husband free and bringing the entire hedonistic affair to an end, everypony was going to get very, very messy.

Blindly calling upon her mystical power, she clutched Shining’s ass and forced him to fuck her harder. Rarity had chosen to watch, just as Shining had chosen to tease her, so it would be her own fault if she ended up trotting away a big soggy. With the breath hitching in her throat, passing the point of no return, she seized his pistoning, flaring length in her vice-like confines and dragged him into nirvana along with her.

It was impossible for her to tell exactly what happened, wracked with ecstasy, but she was certain Shining came first. He bellowed and snorted, painting her interior with his rich foal-batter, which undid what little resistance she had left. With her heart pounding in her chest, her marehood quivering, and her legs shaking, she unleashed a torrent of orgasmic, marish juices. While she was only barely aware of it, a soft whimper and muted wail of delight told her Rarity peaked at nearly the same time she did.

By the time everything was said and done, her prophetic vision had been fulfilled. From the tip of her horn to her hooves, she was covered in sweat - worse still, her thighs, groin, and even her fetlocks were slathered in her nectar. Shining panted atop her, resting his face against her underbelly while he fought to catch his breath, and Rarity - poor Rarity looked like she’d been flung in from a cyclone.

She lay at the center of the carnal carnage, the star around with everything revolved. It may have sounded crazy, possibly spurred by her euphoric, hazy thoughts, but she felt certain that she’d grown throughout the impassioned exchange. The hide over her belly was taut, straining and heaving with each breath, and her bosoms lazily dribbled milk onto the soaked, compressed mattress. She’d have a huge problem on her hooves if she had gotten bigger over such a short period of time, but there was little she could do - that would be a problem for tomorrow.

“G…good - Cough - heavens,” Rarity wheezed, shakily attempting to push herself up. Like a newborn fawn, totally soaked, she falteringly stood and wiped her dampened mane from her face. “Thank heavens I have a mop…”

Turning his head, keeping his still-twitching stallionhood entombed within his wife, Shining looked over at the soggy couture. “We’ll help ~ right, Cadance?”

Cadance wearily nodded and stared up at the ceiling, remaining sprawled on the mattress. Uh…uh-huh…”

The sweet, cathartic release steadily faded, returning her higher functions and ability to move. She could hardly believe what she’d done, yet there was nothing she could do to change the past. As Shining dragged his softening length from her, causing a small deluge of their combined jizz to dribble into the crack of her monumental ass, she heaved herself to the side and righted herself.

Moving in concert, the trio of sodden, euphoric ponies cleaned the studio from top to bottom with various, extremely practical spellwork. Photo Finish kept a well-stocked closet filled with cleaning supplies, allowing them to make short work of the nigh apocalyptic mess they’d made of the place. Though they were none too fast, giggling and slipping glances at one another all the while, the endeavor only took them a hoofful of minutes to complete - mostly due to their magic.

“Don’t worry about the outfits, darling,” Rarity reassuringly stated, wringing out the mop she’d been using. “I’ll have them laundered and back to you before the ball.”

“Ball?” Cadance parroted, rearing back. “What ball?”

“The designer’s ball,” the seamstress clarified, knitting her brow as she peered up at the mountainous alicorn. “Were you that tall earlier?”

Brushing off the question, Cadance focused on the subject which made her hair stand on end. “You’re not expecting me to go to this ball ~ are you?”

Rarity nodded and smiled, unphased by the Princess’ alarm. “Of course I am, darling! Considering it’s a mere week away, and that you have that lovely gown to wear, I’d love nothing more than to show you and my dress off!”

“Will there be snacks?” Shining inquired.

Cadance ignored her husband, leaned forward, and stared at the couture. “Let me guess - you forgot to mention this earlier?”

“I may have,” Rarity bashfully admitted, looking away. “It’s a small affair, only one or two dozen ponies at most, I assure you.”

Feeling as though she was between a rock and a hard place, Cadance sighed. Rarity really had done her a huge favor with the ensembles, and they’d just shared a very intimate moment together, so it simply didn’t feel right to refuse. A small party wouldn’t be too bad, now that she had something to wear, so she tamped down her reservations and nodded.

“Just send me the details,” she murmured, rising back to her full, imposing height.

Leaping forward and hugging the alicorn’s leg, Rarity squealed in delight. “Wondrous! I’ll send you and Shining the details and your tickets post haste!”

Cadance trusted Rarity more than almost anypony, especially given what they’d just gone through, but she was less than pleased with the prospect of mingling with what would surely be affluent ponies while she was so colossal. Feeling something running along her side, she looked over, noticed Shining affectionately caressing her flank, and frowned. It may have been her imagination, but he looked even smaller than ever. Exhausted, sullied, and lost to her thoughts, wanting little more than a shower and a nap, she prayed she hadn’t just made a mistake by agreeing to accompany Rarity to the ball…

Chapter 4

Trotting up to the Canterlot castle, smiling and giving the smallest waves to the ponies she passed, Cadance tried to act casual - tried in that she was going to the first social event since she’d blossomed into an absolute colossus of a mare. The dress Rarity had fashioned for her did its job, slimming her figure and allowing her to walk without much trouble, yet she still drew attention from guards and any townsponies she came across. She turned her eyes away from the keep and to the one thing that had given her strength throughout the last month - her husband.

“It’ll be fine,” Shining reassuringly hummed, reaching over to stroke her foreleg. “From what Rarity said, the whole theme of this little gala is to cut loose.”

“Can you blame me for being nervous?” she sighed, slowing as two praetorians pulled the castle’s front door open for her.

Shining shrugged as he walked inside, dipping his head to the guards as he passed. “No, but she hasn’t steered us wrong yet. If she said that it’s a party where you can feel comfortable in your own skin, I believe her - besides, you’re not that much bigger than Celestia.”

Steadily moving through the foyer and toward the great hall, Cadance scrunched her snout. Either Shining’s memory was failing or he was downplaying her size - in either case, she had no doubt that she’d stand out like a sore hoof. Tearing her eyes from the entryway, she looked back at herself.

“Do I look alright?” she whispered.

“You look more than alright,” he reassured her, sneaking a not-so-subtle look at her monumental hindquarters.

Though she’d done her best to prepare for the occasion, she was still a bit self-conscious. Even with the ensorceled garment she wore, partially because of it, she was a titanic bombshell. Her makeup was perfect, her mane was styled exquisitely, and her gown was resplendent, though that was part of the problem. The last thing she wanted to do was outshine her old teacher.

Musing on what her mentor would be wearing, or if she’d be wearing anything at all, she snorted at Shining’s prior comment. She wasn’t the biggest alicorn in Equestria, only being slightly taller than Twilight, and there was one she could almost guarantee she was going to run into. Celestia was a large pony, she wasn’t debating that, but she’d be downright small compared to -

“Cadance!” Celestia exclaimed, rushing over to greet her esteemed guest. “It’s been ages!”

Cadance faltered, her eyes widening in shock, as she gazed upon Celestia. The Princess of the Sun looked the same as ever, tall and with a slim figure, although she was easily triple her ordinary size. Frozen in place, embraced by the elder alicorn, she looked over and instantly spotted Luna approaching.

It would have been strange to discover that Celestia had somehow grown substantially, but Luna was in a similar state. Only marginally shorter than her sister, the Princess of the Night still towered over the various partygoers chatting or helping themselves to hors d'oeuvre. Anxiously returning the hug, utterly at a loss as to what was going on, she knit her brow.

Pulling back and withdrawing her wings, Celestia giggled and cocked her head to the side. “What - did Rarity not tell you that we’d be able to let our hair down for this little soiree? Don’t tell me you expected Luna and I to wear our crowns for the event!”

Taken aback, Cadance only then remembered something she’d known all along. Alicorns were a special breed, exceptionally long-lived and with nigh unlimited arcane might, and they were the only variety of pony who didn’t stop growing after puberty. She’d spent the last several weeks so concerned about the spell she’d cast on herself, the enchantment which had left her exquisitely huge and profoundly gravid, that she’d nearly forgotten that Celestia and Luna kept their natural sizes restrained by their magical crowns.

“Rarity told me you’d been going through some changes, but she failed to mention how incredible you look,” Luna noted, smiling up at the nonplussed Princess. “If you keep this up, you’ll be bigger than my sister!”

Celestia rolled her eyes and gave a soft groan. “Luna, dearest sister, that’s hardly a concern. As soon as the potions start flowing, I’ll show both of you a thing or two…”

Seeing her former mentor glance to the side, Cadance looked over and spotted a table absolutely festooned with corked bottles. As a sudden realization dawned on her, her heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t just some casual get-together, nor was it a ball of any conventional sort - no, the festivities would unquestionably have some sort of novel, likely kinky twist. She lifted her head and scanned the growing crowd, looking for a very particular pony.

“Excuse me for one moment,” she muttered, spotting Rarity at the far end of the cavernous chamber.

Ponies gave way before her, parting and allowing her to pass, as she made a beeline over to the couture. She wasn’t about to hedge her bets on a suspicion, especially if that suspicion revolved around something so scandalous, so she had to get the record straight. After reaching her destination, with Shining staying right by her side, she lowered her head down to the seamstress.

“Cadance, I’m so happy you -” Rarity was silenced as a gargantuan hoof was pressed to her snout.

Turning away, Cadance leered over her shoulder at the unicorn. “A word…”

She trotted away and to the veranda, knowing the castle’s layout like the back of her hoof. While she wasn’t opposed to attending a party with perverse overtones, she was left feeling a bit put off that she hadn’t been prepared for such an engagement. Once Rarity had joined her, stepping out into the chill evening air, she ignited her horn and closed the door.

“Is everything alright, Darling?” Rarity asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Cadance cleared her throat, deciding to cut right to the chase. “Is this some kind of kink thing - I mean, I’m alright if it is, but I want to know before things start getting - uh - spicy…”

Looking between his wife and Rarity, Shining’s eyes went alight. “Seriously? Is this one of those kind of parties?”

“Darlings, kink is a bit of a loaded word. This event is simply meant to celebrate large, particularly curvaceous ponies! Celestia practically forced my hoof to organize the affair, so it’s not my fault if things eventually take an amorous turn,” Rarity explained, flipping a curl of mane from her face. “I’m dreadfully sorry if there was some misunderstanding, but I did mention that you’d be sure to have a wild time…”

“I…huh…” Cadance grunted, straightening.

The invitation she and Shining had received did in fact mention having a wild time, though she hadn’t had any inkling what that had meant. Peering inside, through the glass door separating herself from the gathering, she watched as Celestia laughed and flirtatiously waved a hoof at a group of ponies. The sight of the senior alicorn having fun while traipsing about at her full size evoked a conflicting series of emotions. On one hoof, she was happy that her fellow Princess was enjoying herself - on the other, despite her best intentions, she felt a pang of jealousy.

Shining peered inside at Celestia, having followed his beloved gaze, before craning his neck up at Cadance. “You know, you could easily show her up…”

“Shining!” Cadance and Rarity both bleated, though the latter had a decidedly amused tone.

Seeing the couple locking eyes, Rarity cleared her throat. “Well then, since your burning question has been addressed, I’ll leave you to be for now.”

Waiting until Rarity had made her leave, Shining uneasily smiled. “We don’t have to stay, and I was only joking about -”

“Oh we’re going to stay,” Cadance cut him off. “If Celestia and Luna are comfortable being here, there’s no reason at all for me to leave just yet.”

Turning and opening the door, leaving Shining where he stood, she marched back inside and toward the duo of alicorns. She’d had no intention of garnering any more attention that she had already, having turned heads from the moment she walked into the ballroom, but she was compelled to give Celestia some competition. She stopped by a table of refreshments, absentmindedly ladling herself a cup full of punch, as she observed the massive siblings.

Celestia may have been a touch bigger than herself, with a rear that absolutely dominated her figure and a pair of huge, soft bosoms that wobbled every time she laughed, which inexplicably rubbed her the wrong way. Though she may have lacked the particularly distended belly as herself, the elder Princess was carrying on like an excited mare on prom night - something that rubbed her in all the wrong ways. She couldn’t explain it - heck, she almost felt bad about it, but the sight of one of her oldest friends brazenly showing off made her feel foolish for having spent weeks trying to hide her size.

Luna’s presence didn’t help matters any. Essentially being a slightly smaller version of her sister, she giggled and conversed with partygoers without a care in the world. While she wasn’t nearly as tall or full-figured as either Celestia or Cadance, she was another focal point of the throng. Tall, slender, and with a surprisingly well-built physique, she stood like a great amazonian Princess amongst the comparatively diminutive ponies gathered around her.

Having just taken a sip of her drink, a drink she quickly discovered was spiked with something strong, Cadance nearly choked when she saw Celestia turn, flag her tail in a very conspicuous way, and invitingly wiggle her tush at some intrepid young stallion. The audacity of seeing who she’d thought was a reserved, motherly alicorn shamelessly showing off fanned the gradually rising flames of her pettiness. As she recovered from her coughing fit and realizing she’d need more than one glass of punch, her eyes drifted over to the table bedecked with elixirs.

“Babe?” a soft voice asked, prompting her to look down and over.

Dismissively waving a wing at Shining, she finished her drink and hastily refilled her cup. “It’s fine - I’m fine…”

Shining pursed his lips and stared up at her face. “Don’t give me that. If you think I wouldn’t notice that something has you out of sorts, you’d be wrong.”

He was right - he knew it, she knew it, and she wouldn’t be surprised if any of their friends knew it. She turned her eyes to the floor, her ire temporarily stifled, and gave a deep sigh. If there was a single pony on the planet who could see through her, even if she was doing her best to hide her feelings, it was him.

“It’s just…” she trailed off, peeking back over at the sibling Princesses. “It’s just that - well, look at them…”

Looking over at Celestia and Luna, he smirked. “They look like they’re having a good time.”

“Yeah…” she whispered, glowering as Celestia rolled her hips from side to side and set her bosoms swaying.

“You know I’d never tell you what to do, but I can say what I’d do if I were in your horseshoes,” he continued.

Peaking a brow, she glanced down at him. “And that would be…?”

“I’d go out there and join them,” he coolly answered. “You’re a Princess like them, you’re just as beautiful as they are, and I’d bet my bottom bit that those ponies fawning over them would be champing at the bit to lavish the Princess of Love with affection.”

Though she was reluctant to admit it, he’d made a point - that said, simply wading into the crowd to strut her stuff ran contrary to the way she typically carried herself. For buck’s sake, she was a Princess, an icon of all ponykind, so she couldn’t just flaunt herself like some oversized, exquisitely pregnant floozy ~ could she? Caught at an impasse, her long-kept urges warring with her better judgment, she bit her bottom lip.

“Now if you really want to show them up,” Shining chuckled, trotting over to the mound of neatly sorted potions, “you could always down one of these…”

Watching him browse the various bottles, ultimately selecting and lifting a vial from the table, she drifted over to him. “And that one is…?”

He shrugged and shot her a wink as he levitated the elixir up to her face. “Something to level the playing field.”

Her eyes widened, a smug grin split her muzzle, and she fought back a laugh. Inspecting the other bottles, seeing a good number of them bore similar labels, her suspicions were confirmed. The little had been marked with a small label with the most simple of markings - 1.5x. If she was right about the concoction, drinking it would do one of two things - either make her grow half-again in size or make her even more fertile than she already was.

“And you’re ok with me showing myself off?” she quietly inquired.

Shining shook his head and plucked a second bottle from the table. “Personally, I’d rather you take this one,” he remarked, holding up a vial with 5x printed on it, “but that might be a bit much to start…”

Giggling to herself as he pocketed the 5x potion, she took the hovering 1.5xconcoction in her forehoof, magically pulled the cork free, and brought it to her lips. While a part of her told her it was a bad idea, not for the least of which reasons being showing up her colleague and mentor may result in some backlash, it wasn’t like she had many options. She was an honored guest, one of only three royals present, and she was expected to mingle - as such, being a bit ostentatious couldn’t hurt that much.

She turned up the bottle with only the slightest bit of hesitation, chugging the meager contents and allowing them to wash over her palate. The potion tasted surprisingly good, sweet and a bit citrusy, which led her to shake the very last drops from the vial onto her tongue. Seconds after swallowing the last big, almost as soon as she tossed the emptied container into a nearby trash can, she felt a warmth blossom in her belly.

The world shifted, shining shrinking beneath her, as the room became smaller - no, things weren’t getting smaller, she was getting slightly bigger. Craning her head and inspecting herself, seeing her gain what seemed to be another few inches in height, she was stricken with a pang of concern - not because she felt odd, nor that most of the party’s attendees had taken note of her growth, but because the dress clinging to her frame became tighter.

Regardless of its mystical material or enchantments, the gown struggled to contain her frame. Seams went taut, the hem slid up her hind legs, and she could sense her brasserie constricting about her back and abdomen. Stutting forward, turning her head from side to side while smiling at all the little fazes gazing up at her in wonder, she slowly, methodically made her way over to her fellow Princesses.

Each step she took sent a small quake through the marble floor, her gold-clad hooves clip-clopping one after another, until she came to loom over Celestia. The older alicorn had been just a hair taller than her minutes prior, but that was the case no longer. Now standing an inch or so above her senior, she smiled down at the alabaster mare.

“Sorry about scampering off earlier,” she snickered, barely paying the Princess any mind as she extended and stretched her vast wings, “I was a bit out of sorts when I arrived.”

With a smile plastered on her face, a smile Cadance could tell was very much forced, Celestia craned her neck upward. “Interesting…”

Cadance squinted, her confidence wavering in an instant. Celestia was no fool, easily one of, if not the most guileful pony in Equestria or any other land, so the sudden realization that she may have missed something, some small detail that could derail her attempt to knock her mentor down a peg, sent a chill up her spine. Dipping her head, bringing herself nose to nose with the snow-white Princess, she held her composure.

“What, may I ask, is interesting, Cele?” she cooed, bracing herself for the worst.

Celestia’s eyes played over the younger alicorn for a moment, lingering on her hind quarters, and she smirked. “The fact that you were so out of sorts that you were the first pony to try one of those potions.”

Just like that, with that one simple observation, Cadance realized she’d made a grave mistake. While Celestia was demure and well-mannered most of the time, being almost motherly in the public’s eyes, that was a carefully crafted facade. The most ancient ruler in all of Equestria, contrary to what many ponies thought of her, had a playful streak that would give even Discord a run for his money. Seeing her old teacher gaze over at the table of elixirs, she gulped.

“Since my friend was gracious enough to kick things off for everypony,” Celestia began, looking down at the stallions and mares surrounding her, “would one of you fair ponies be kind enough to fetch me something to drink? I’m quite parched and I’d hate for dear Cadance to feel uncomfortable being the only one partaking from those delightfully fascinating beverages.” Several of the ponies around her immediately wheeled around and dashed for the potions, tripping over one another in a mad scramble oblige her, as she turned her head and locked eyes with Cadance.

With her jaw nearly having hit the floor, Cadance balked. “A…aren’t you going to tell them which one you want? There are -”

“Oh dear, sweet Cadance,” Celestia interrupted, slowly shaking her head. “I’m sure whatever they bring me will be more than enough for me to captivate everypony.” Stepping forward, she brought her muzzle to her companion’s ear. “Just remember that you started this…”

Stepping back before Cadance could reply, she peered down at the first stallion to bring her a potion, took a bottle from his outstretched hoof, and lifted the vial to her opening maw. She downed the drink in a single gulp, smacking her lips as she finished. It was only once she’d finished did she turn the glass to the stunned royal.

“A fine choice - after all, bigger is always better,” she purred, portions of her growing by the second. “This will be fun…”

Cadance stepped back, as did the other ponies assembled, as Celestia’s proportions went skewed. While she didn’t grow much in a vertical sense, the same couldn’t be said for her various assets. The elder Princess’ waist went whipcord thin, her breasts exploded in size, and her ass expanded in a ludicrous degree. To say she was shocked would be an understatement, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off the stunningly curvaceous figure standing beside her.

Like some exaggeration of a supermodel, every facet of Celestia’s sensual proportions was magnified to the nth degree. The dress she was wearing stood no chance to contain her, the gown shredding just below her waist and becoming a tattered micro-skirt, and her bosoms were so large that they squished against the floor beneath her. Lowering herself ever so slightly, she balanced on her bust and laughed.

The once-regal Princess of the Sun had willingly become what Cadance could only describe as a bimbo. Full, plump lips, a rack and ass that rivaled her even with her increased size, and an inordinate amount of soft, downy fluff on her chest - each and every facet smacked of carnality. The maternal alicorn had flung herself into sinful depths and changed into nothing short of a succubus.

There was something undeniably appealing about Celestia’s enhancements. From her juicy flanks and intimidating stature to her warm, inviting smile, the Princess was beautiful and awe-inspiring in every conceivable way. Lavished with praise and compliments, rolling to her side and causing her subject to jump back, the voluptuous alicorn twisted her head to peer up at her ally.

It would have been annoying enough to have Celestia surpass her in sheer mass, but the attention her impromptu rival was getting made the situation all the more vexing. What started as mere flattery quickly became physical, with ponies caressing the shapely Princess, which did nothing to hinder her growing sense of envy. Glancing over at the table of magical drinks, musing on if she should help herself to a second so quickly, she did a double take when she spotted Luna browsing and selecting a bottle.

Apparently just as happy to partake as her sister, Luna chugged a green elixir. In the blink of an eye, the umbral Princess’ body ballooned outward, though not in the same way as her sibling; slabs of well-defined muscle blossomed about her figure, transforming her into a hulk of a mare - an effeminate, beguiling hulk of a mare, but a hulk all the same. She leapt into the air and took to the sky, soaring across the room to land beside her enormous sister.

“This is exhilarating!” she boomed, lifting and flexing a foreleg.

The small display of power drew multiple ponies over to the brawny Princess. Though she was still significantly smaller than Cadance, and only slightly bigger than her sibling, she curried favor among those with an appreciation for physical strength and powerful builds. Stallions and mares alike encircled her, marveling at her buff physique, while she shamelessly struck pose after pose for her adoring fans.

It took everything Cadance had not to scowl. In a matter of seconds, just after she’d won the crowd over and wrested their attention from Celestia and Luna, she’d been robbed of the spotlight. Inspecting the throng, seeing that the only pony present paying her any mind was her husband, she stormed back to the table of potions.

“H…honey,” Shining sputtered as she lowered her head to leer at the elixirs, “there’s no need to -”

“Help me find a good one,” she stated, cutting him off.

A bead of nervous sweat rolled down his temple, he stiffened slightly, and he fretfully looked to the table. “A g…good one?”

As she spied yet another bottle with 2x on its label, a wolfish smirk played across her face. Was she being petty? Yes. Was she caving to her impulses? Yes. Did she care that she was about to make a spectacle of herself? No, but that was the whole point. If Celestia and Luna were willing to indulge their exhibitionistic proclivities - by all the stars in the night sky, she could do the same herself.

Following in her fellow Princess’ hoofsteps, she chugged the drink, placed the empty bottle down, and instantly reached for a second. The first shots of a battle had been fired, and she was not going to lose. She chugged an additional two potions back to back, her belly already warming from the first, and stepped away from the table.

Her nerves went alight, adjusting to her increasing mass, as everything appeared to grow smaller around her. She had no doubt that ponies would notice her soon enough, but she couldn’t help but draw a bit more attention to herself throughout the process. Size wasn’t everything, so putting on a bit of a performance would definitely give her an edge.

“Mmmmmmm,” she loudly hummed, extending her wings and throwing her head back. “It’s so good!”

The sensual call worked perfectly, acting like a siren’s call to the partygoers. Shifting and sashaying back to the center of the room, ignoring the popping seams and straining dress that threatened to tear apart at any second, she merrily hummed to herself as she joined Luna and Celestia. To Tartarus with it - she had just as much right to bask in ponies affection as they did.

Unmoved by Cadance’s colossal size, Celestia shifted her weight and rolled onto her back. “I’ll admit, that is an amazing look for you.”

“Thanks,” Cadance sighed, cautiously lowering herself to lay beside the Princess of the Sun. “Shining has been going on and on about just how incredible I look, but I -”

Riiiiiiiiiip

She paused, her blood going cold, as the unmistakable sound sailed to her ears. By the time she looked back, already cursing herself for her impetuous decision, it was too late. She jolted upward, her contained bosoms and belly bursting from their cloth confines. Teetering from side to side, her wings trying in vain to keep her balance, she yelped when she involuntarily and quite unexpectedly listed over onto her side.

Her hind legs were spread, forced apart by her titanic, spontaneously leaking breasts, as blood rushed to her face. While it was true that she’d wanted to put on a bit of a show, she hadn’t planned on displaying her body in such an obscene fashion - unfortunately for her, and to the great amusement of the throng, that’s precisely what had happened. There was no going back, she couldn’t undrink the elixirs, and the effects they had upon her were staggering.

Her bosoms grew to tremendous size, setting her off balance and filling the small gap between her hind legs, but her stomach quickly became her largest feature. She teetered precariously on her massively swollen gut, teetering from side to side while using her wings to keep balance. If it hadn’t been obvious enough that she was exquisitely pregnant, the metamorphosis left no room for doubt.

She looked back at her rear, feeling the fabric of her dress climbing up her tush. It came as no shock that her ass had been affected by the cocktail of magical beverages, but she was still surprised by just how large her derriere became. Though the garment was still intact, she was keenly aware of the fact that she was essentially mooning anypony behind her.

As the physical portion of her transformation came to a gradual halt, giving her some modicum of relief, a strange sensation washed over her. She felt hot - literally hot, and all manner of amorous thoughts flitted through her mind. It almost felt like she’d gone into heat, but that was impossible ~ wasn’t it? Confused, alarmed, and wracked with shame, blood rushing to her face, she was snapped from her stupor by the sound of a haughty laugh.

“Quite the display Cadance,” Celestia remarked, “but if you’re going to be so crass, you may as well embrace it.”

Pushing herself over with a wing, she mirrored the Princess of Love and got onto her back. Unlike Cadance, who teetered on the verge of dismay, she hadn’t the slightest bit of reservation about putting on a bawdy performance. She splayed her hind legs without the slightest bit of hesitation, going so far as to use her wings to fondle her utterly huge tits, and wallowed on the floor.

“Dear subjects,” she continued, closing her eyes, “feel free to worship your Princess…”

Cadance had seen all manner of things over the years, from raging villains to monsters of all kinds, but nothing - nothing could have prepared her for the sight of Celestia, the oldest and one of the most revered ponies in all the land, to sink to such depths of depravity. Ponies flung themselves upon the supine Princess of the Sun, caressing her in very unscrupulous ways, and it was at that moment that she realized the party had taken a turn. What may have started as a relatively innocent gala was quickly devolving into a celebration of hedonism incarnate.

The absurdity of the situation wasn’t beyond her. Celestia, Luna, and herself, three of the four Princesses in Equestria, had willingly become parodies of their former selves. A busty bimbo, a musclebound amazoness, and a literal giant - it was like something out of a randy joke! Though she was slightly worried that one of the attendees may speak of the bizarrely licentious gala, she wasn’t too concerned; on the off chance that word of what transpired did start to spread, it would be a matter of the Princesses’ words against the crazy-sounding admission of a commoner.

Things would have been bad enough if it was only Celestia who’d decided to indulge herself, but that was far from the case. Accompanying her sister, bracing her hind legs and raising her chiseled tush into the air, Luna allowed a stallion to feast upon her loins. Though she couldn’t say who the little stud was, his face all but buried between the Princess’ muscular buns, he had no reservations about lapping at the alicorn’s nethers like a lucky colt on prom night.

Not knowing what to say, unsure of exactly what to do, she watched with a heady cocktail of admiration and shock while her fellow Princesses succumbed to their desires. Milk streams from her teats, her marehood angrily seized upon itself, and she secretly yearned to join the pair. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that the sisters would be so unabashed with carnal wants, leaving her wishing for similar treatment.

Celestia’s obscenely huge tush, tits, and fluffy chest allowed her to handle her myriad of fans with ease. Her marehood leaked and winked excitedly, each breast was larger than a full-grown pony, her ass wobbled and swayed in an exceptionally tantalizing way. A single stallion could have handled her, if they were brave enough to be entombed by her gargantuan ass, although that would hardly be fitting for someone of her standing. One partygoer ate her out, another two suckled on and massaged her bosoms, and a trio committed themselves to kissing and lovingly caressing her neck, shoulders, and chest.

Luna was no better than her sibling. A duo of stallions lay beneath her, nursing at her teats, while the third practically buried his snout in her depths. As she bucked her hips and softly moaned in bliss, her eyelids fluttered. She may not have been the biggest of the three alicorns present, but she was having the time of her life regardless.

“You - yes, you,” Celestia called, prompting a stud nuzzling her neck to peek up at her face. “Go fetch a number of potions for you and your friends - make them something exotic.”

Cadance had no way of knowing what her senior had met, but she found out quick enough. Once the stallion had accomplished his task, having turned and rushed headlong over to the table of elixirs, he returned with a number of bottles gathered in the crook of one forearm. He passed two of the elixirs to his compatriots, drank one himself, and quickly displayed the full effect of the potions he’d chosen.

His stallionhood, which had been throbbing beneath him, became the endowment of a dragon; his companions suffered a similar fate, one growing what appeared to be an oversized griffon dong while the other wielded a diamond dog’s cock. It was all too clear where their intentions lay, their tools excitedly slapping their underbellies, as they parted ways. Celestia welcomed them all, extending her tongue as she pressed her tits together with her wings, and braced herself for the trio to put themselves to work.

“Yes…” Celestia groaned, locking her fetlocks around the stallion’s back who’d leapt between her parted thighs.

Cadance found herself drifting forward and lowering her head, angling herself for a better look at the action. The dragon cocked stallion sank into Celestia’s marehood, impaling her with a single, smooth plunge, as his compatriots threw themselves into the carnal fray. It was an incredible sight, made all the more wild by the duo of studs who were tit-fucking and being sucked off respectively, and she was unable to suppress a thrilled shiver.

Celestia’s breasts wobbled and swayed, entombing the canine tool buried between them, while she bobbed her head and choked herself on the griffon length within her muzzle. Though only certain parts of her had grown, she moved with the voracity of an erotic titan. Her every move was calculated, servicing the three stallions with a level of sensual expertise that only a mare of her age held, and she was far from the only one.

Quietly panting quietly, with a stallion resting on her back, Luna threw her ass back to meet her lover’s bucking hips. She could have easily overpowered him, thrown him to the floor and crushed his pelvis to dust, yet she was only slightly more forceful than he was - a fact that he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Along with being railed from behind, the duo beneath her continued to suckle at her bosoms - adding yet another layer of stimulation.

Getting increasingly turned on by the second, Cadance started when something pressed against her inner thigh. She lifted her head, scowling and prepared to chastise whatever idiot had been audacious enough to presume she wanted to join the other royals, and was surprised to find Shining clawing his way up to her groin. Smiling up at her, sweating slightly from the exertion of climbing over her dock and past her pucker, he wiped his brow and came to rest on the plump, succulent loin of her marehood.

“Shining,” she irritatedly huffed, causing him to flinch, “do you have that ring Rarity gave you?”

He patted himself down and grabbed the pocket of his vest. “I do, but why -”

“Put it on,” she rumbled, her libido stripping away the last vestiges of her reservations.

The ache in her loins had become too much to bear, the scent of sex clung to her nostrils, and the continual noise of groans and delighted whimpers pushed her to her limit. There was a very real chance that she was going to regret what she was about to do, but that would be a problem she could deal with later - for the time being, she wanted - no, needed some relief from her husband. She gazed down at him, watching as he pulled a gem-encrusted ring from his pocket, and poured magic into her horn.

They’d only just received the custom-tailored artifact from Rarity that morning, it having been delivered just before they’d set out to attend the party, so they’d had no chance to actually test the thing. After a moment’s hesitation, Shining dipped his head and slipped the ring over his horn. As the band of gold and jeweled settled into place, glowing faintly, he was enveloped in a turquoise aura.

Cadance levitated her husband upward, curious and praying the ring did as it was advertised to do. His stallionhood, no bigger than usual, twitched and throbbed in tune with his heart, filling her with dread. She couldn’t be upset if the artifact didn’t work, considering she hadn’t spent a single bit on it, but she’d be immeasurably disappointed if the thing didn’t give him an endowment that could fill her marish needs - mercifully for her, after several tense seconds, her fears were found unwarranted.

His cock practically exploded in size, growing to be bigger than the rest of his body, and flopped between her tits. The heat and weight of his length was divine, exciting her in a way she’d last felt on her first passionate night with him, but she didn’t let herself get carried away - not yet at least. Looking to his face, seeing he was just as astonished as she was, she cleared her throat.

“Not feeling lightheaded ~ are you?” she asked, keeping her hooves crossed that he wasn’t going to pass out from a lack of blood flowing to his brain.

Tensing his lower half, making his god-slaying shaft twitch ever so slightly, he beamed. “I feel fine - great even! Now that we know how this works, what are - Woah!”

Cadance didn’t let him finish, sandwiching his stallionhood in the valley of her bosoms. Warming him up, regardless of their sizes or where they were, was an absolute must - that and she wanted to show Celestia a thing or two about loving a stallion. Moving him forward and back, she squeezed her tits together with her forehooves and chuckled to herself.

Yeah - yeah, this would work perfectly. The mere thought of feeling his behemoth slipping into her made her drool from both ends, but she made no move to rush things. Sex was an art, she was the Princess of Love, and she was about to show everypony why she held her crown. Looking over at the table of potions, she levitated a number of potions over to herself and her husband.

Neither she nor Shining hesitated to help themselves to another drink. Most of the elixirs involved growth in some regard, and the beverages she’d blindly grabbed were no exception. Though she couldn’t say what the exact specifications were, both she and Shining - at least parts of them, grew once again.

Shining’s already formidable stallionhood swelled, the prominent veins along its length pulsing in tune with his heart, while her tits, tush, and tummy expanded. She’d been a bit concerned when she’d grown initially, but that was the case no longer. Fully committed to the hedonistic circumstances, she continued having fun with her husband.

Without a doubt, she was the largest pony in all of Equestria - heck, maybe the largest pony who’d ever existed, and she relished that thought. Her breasts were like mountains, her ass big enough to give even the largest dragon a moment for pause, and her distended belly spoke highly of her fertility. She loved it - she loved it more than she had any right to, yet the magical moment was quickly broken. Hearing hushed whispers of adoration, having tipped the odds back in her favor, she risked a glance over at her amorous adversaries.

Luna couldn’t have cared less, more focused on the physical aspects of getting off, but Celestia - Celestia was a different story altogether. Still juggling the three stallions screwing her in one way or another, the Princess of the Sun’s stared over at her foe. Using her magic, the less-than-pleased alicorn hefted the stud rutting her tits and brought beside the pony railing her.

“I - ahem -” she coughed, having reared back and momentarily cleared her muzzle. “I believe there’s room enough for the both of you, as long as you don’t mind sharing. Give me a moment…”

Calling upon her arcane might, she levitated her lower half from the floor. Cadance didn’t know what to make of the odd move, confused as to why her old teacher would be doing something so odd, but she understood what Celestia was doing when one of the stallions shot beneath the hovering Princess. With his reptilian length standing proudly at his groin, pointed to the floating, monumental ass above him, the intrepid soul readied himself to be laid upon.

Celestia lowered herself slowly, trembling as the spear-like dragon cock sank into her ass. The second stallion wasted no time, rearing back and locking his forelegs around her meaty thighs, as he readied himself. Held aloft by her magic, she steadily raised and lowered herself while both of the studs began fucking her in tandem.

“Much better,” she sighed, acclimating to the pair of impressive lengths filling her . “Cadance, observe, this is how it’s done…”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she sorcerously threw another bottle from the table to herself, caught it in her forehooves, and downed the potion in the blink of an eye. Her most imposing assets grew once again, her bosoms and backside eclipsing the rest of her. For all intents and purposes, she’d become a literal sex machine, a being of pure carnality, but looks were only one element to her being. Putting her modified body to work, she bent her lovers to her will.

Cadance’s motions slowed, a sneer met her lips, and she glowered. Situated as she was, while not ideal, she could instantly see what Celestia had meant. The elder Princess clenched and drew the stallions in, making them each squirm in delight, while she used them like a pair of living, breathing sex-toys. Undeterred, she tightened her grip on her breasts, showering Shining, herself, and the ponies around her in a shower of warm, creamy milk. If her former mentor thought she was going to give up that easily, she was sorely mistaken…

It was at that point that the party ascended into a full-blown orgy. The ponies who hadn’t devoted themselves to a Princess set upon one another like passionate piranha, licking, plowing, or sucking one another off in what could only be described as a charnel house of lust. Cadance, Celestia, and Luna paid their subjects no mind, the former two too fixated on their competition while the latter reached her breaking point.

With a mighty rearward thrust, Luna toppled the stallion who’d mounted her off. She turned to face him, taking full advantage of his confusion, and flung herself onto him like a beast possessed. Straddling him and hilting him in an instant, driving the wind from his lungs, she looked back at the two ponies she’d abandoned.

“Well?” she blared with a crazed look in her eyes. “I’ve got two more holes to fill!”

The stallions only faltered for a second, possibly fearing for their lives, before they joined their companion. One of the two jumped on and began rutting her ass, as the second moved around, pulled her forward, and jammed his cock into her snout. While they didn’t say a word, neither had any doubt that disobeying her would more than likely result in a trip to the infirmary after she’d had her way with them.

Cadance took her eyes off Celestia, knowing what had to be done. Her cleavage was slick with Shining’s pre-cum, she was so turned on that it hurt, and it was well past time that things progressed. Pulling her husband away, having to use no small amount of magic to lift his prodigious tool, she brought the tip of his length to her entrance, spread her hind legs as much as she could, and drove him forward.

Her distended belly and vast bust made it impossible for her to see what she was doing with Shining, but that didn’t stop her. Given the lewd circumstances, far too large to stand on her own hooves, her only option was to continue - not that she minded in the slightest. Guided by feel, having done similar things over the last few weeks with her husband, she slowly exhaled as he plunged into her. Though she tried not to show it, the mere act of being penetrated by something so divinely massive was almost enough to make her climax on the spot - almost.

“L…little help, Shining,” she sputtered.

It would be possible for her to do the job herself, but that would require a level of focus and concentration she was genuinely unsure she could muster. The rosy color of his magic joined hers sorcery, mingling into an iridescent purple, as they worked in tandem. It was a shame that she wasn’t able to gaze upon him, to see his reaction from wielding something so insanely huge, but she tried not to let it bother her - instead, she fixated on the pleasure of being completely filled for the first time since her transformation.

Sounds of impacting bodies, whimpers of delight, and grunting filled the air, crafting a sinful symphony, as each and every pony present gave in to their urges. Stallions and mares went at one another with glee, occasionally changing or even joining other partners to mix things up, but the nexus of all the action was the Princesses themselves. Gradually losing interest in one another, too preoccupied to give their competition much thought, the trio of alicorns lost themselves to their bliss.

Luna was by far the most aggressive of the royals, going through stallions with glee. When one stud came, filling her ass, snout, or snatch with his seed, another quickly took their place. Between her physique and magic, not a single one held a chance to best her, even the largest and most heavily-endowed lasting mere minutes with her, and her movements grew more frantic and heated with each passing moment.

By far the most relaxed of the three, Celestia savored the trio of exotic cocks plumbing her depths and the stallions they were attached to. Her maw, marehood, and backside were pistoned by her trio of lovers, their giant lengths sawing into her, but she still wasn’t satisfied. Cracking an eye and seeing a lone unicorn watching her, likely waiting for his turn, he plucked the stallion from the ground and placed him on her chest to make use of her gigantic, unused breasts.

Rolling her head back and unleashing a guttural cry, Cadance moved Shining faster and faster. The unfathomable rapture he afforded was phenomenal, the best she’d had in ages, and it allowed her to forget all about the scene she was making. With her breasts streaming milk, her belly swaying and heaving with each breath, and writhing on the cracking marble floor beneath her, she ignored the depravity around her.

Her prodigious body swayed forward and back, driven by the force of Shining’s thrusts. The wiser ponies around her gave her space, knowing they may be crushed or knocked aside by her bulk, but a few stuck close to the action. The sight of her succulent depths, drawn out before being stuffed in by his colossal shaft, was something many had only dreamt of, and those brave enough to linger by her tush were given an unfettered view.

The orgy went on and on, ponies only taking breaks to recuperate for a hoofful of minutes before committing themselves for second, third, or even fourth rounds, until things ultimately came to a head. Unlike the other attendees, none of the Princesses had climaxed once, their preternatural endurance letting them outlast mere mortals, but even they weren’t without their limits.

Braying to the heavens, Luna was the first to peak. Thick, syrupy nectar erupted from her quivering depths, coating the pair of stallions pounding into her and causing them to climax seconds after her. In spite of the power she wielded, she collapsed atop the stud she’d been riding, pinning him under her weight, as she gasped for breath and dreamily smiled.

Celestia didn’t last much longer than her sister. Her orgasm was spectacularly devastating, her pucker and marehood seizing around her lover’s lengths and all but forcing them to fill her with their seed, as she gulped down the cum of the pony who’d been fucking her face. By the time she was finished, her quartet of mates slipping free from her to paint her with the final ropes of their jizz, she was an absolute mess.

White spunk lay strewn over her indecent body, her fur was slick with sweat and juices, and the poor stallion under her was trapped, but her blissful, cum-drunk expression told anypony and everypony that she’d gotten what she truly yearned for. Shakily turning her eyes to the side, ignoring the wriggling beneath her, she watched the Princess of Love. Out of all the alicorns in attendance, there was one who held a keen edge over the others.

Cadance’s breaths grew ragged, a tremble crept into her thighs, and a familiar warmth blossomed in her abdomen. The signs were there, she’d slipped past the point of no return, and there was nothing in the world that could stop what was about to happen - still, she held herself back. As she angled Shining’s plunges to better beat against her occupied womb, feeling him staring to flare, she heard two simple words that filled her with glee.

“I’m close,” he rasped.

She could have encouraged him, telling him how badly she wanted him to breed her, but she didn’t say a word - no, she let her actions speak for herself. Hasting his pace, she bore down and constricted her silken folds around his pulsing shaft. This was it, he was about to give her exactly what she needed, and she was going to cross into nirvana alongside him.

Feeling his scalding essence bath her interior, hearing him groan while he bucked away at her, was the final nail in her coffin. Her climactic howl brought the room to a standstill, but it was what the ponies didn’t see or hear that caused anypony and everypony in the vicinity to reach their limit in tandem. She was the Princess of Love in more than just title, her otherworldly variety of magic making her an avatar of amorous might, and the wave of power that shot from her was devastating.

The mares and stallions around her cried out in unison, cumming in an instant. Even Celestia and Luna weren’t spared, each suffering aftershock orgasms as they attempted to rest, but the pony who was most impacted was Cadance herself. The Princess of Love increased in size, drinking in the overflowing carnal energy like a sponge to water, as she struggled to weather the onslaught of ecstasy.

She scarcely understood it, much less registered it, but the final effects of the potions she drank kicked in with her orgasm. Ponies around her were driven back as her bulk expanded outward, shoved to the very corners of the cavernous chamber. All the growth and fertility elixirs pushed her to become a maternal goddess. Her stomach was big enough to contain dozens of foals, her breasts could feed legions of babies, and her husband’s small form was buried completely in her bust.

In spite of being pregnant, her overactive ovaries went into high gear. It should have been impossible, but she was knocked up again in that instant. In that instant, her loving husband sired a contingent of progeny with her. Sensing yet more life blossoming within her, somehow knowing her family was going to get much, much bigger, she smiled to herself and basked in the love of being a mother.

By the time her orgasm had truly subsided, the ballroom looked like an erotic war zone. Nectar and spunk was strewn across the floor, everypony was filthy, and there were several partygoers who’d succumbed and passed out. While it wasn’t the first time that the great hall had been used for something so unscrupulous, it would take no small amount of effort to fully clean the expansive chamber.

With his magic sputtering and threatening to fail, Shining somehow found the strength to pull himself free and falteringly teleport himself on top of Cadance’s heaving belly. The last thing he did before collapsing atop her was to pull the ring clear from his horn, returning his softening stallionhood to its ordinary size. He stared down at his wife’s face, grinning like an idiot, and dipped his head to kiss her impossibly huge stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Cadance gazed into his eyes, her cheeks darkening all the while. “I love you too…”

Caressing her abdomen, he rested his cheek against her. “I wish you could stay like this forever.”

“I know,” Cadance softly admitted, knowing he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if she was her current size permanently, “but…”

“But what?” he pressed, cocking his head.

“But I can’t - even if I wanted to, I’ll go back to normal eventually,” she muttered, looking away.

She hadn’t wanted to tell him, fearing he’d try to sway her ultimate decision, but she’d been gradually warming to the idea of staying large - perhaps not as big as she currently was, but definitely taller and more curvy than her standard size. Being huge was empowering, a part of her liked the attention being massive brought, and making her husband happy made her happy in turn - in short, though she still struggled with the concept, she knew she’d eventually miss being a giantess.

“If…if I - Cough - may,” Rarity croaked, unsteadily tottering over and drawing the couple’s attention. With cum in her frazzled mane, wobbly legs, and her makeup smeared beyond saving, the typically picturesque unicorn presented a vial of golden, glimmering liquid. “If both of you would like to make your arrangement more permanent, take this. While I would never try to sway you one way or another, I -”

Cadance used what was left of her strength to snatch the bottle from her friend’s grasp and lift it to her face. There were times in life when fate made itself apparent, and this was one of those times. The stars had aligned, everything in her life had brought her to this moment, and she wasn’t going to let an opportunity like this slip through her hooves - besides, if she ever did regret the decision, she was sure that Twilight or one of the many potion masters in Equestria could concoct something to reverse the effects.

Feeling a slight tingle, she let the emptied bottle fall to the floor as she peered up at her lover. Shining falteringly hovered down to her face, his magic sputtering and threatening to give out, so she lifted a foreleg, caught him in her hoof and carried him to her face. His gleeful expression was priceless, causing her to giggle like a school filly.

“Guess there’s no going back now ~ huh?” she inquired.

Leaning in and kissing her nose, he shook his head. “I guess not, but I’m not complaining.”

She held him as steady as she could as she rolled over and got her free hooves under herself. The part was concluded, everypony was in desperate need of a bath, and she pitied the janitors who were left to tidy things up - nevertheless, she was on cloud nine. Having more energy than either of the other Princesses, seeing them wallowing merrily on the floor, she beamed down at Celestia.

“Do me a favor,” she began, stooping low and bringing her muzzle to the cum-slathered alicorn. “Let me know when you’re having another party like this.”

“I…I will,” Celestia replied, giving the oversized Princess a knowing smirk.

With nothing left to say, Cadance called on her magic and whisked herself and her hubby back to their abode. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed, a bed that definitely would not be capable of holding her, and fall asleep beside the stallion who’d won her heart and convinced her to do the craziest thing she’d ever done, but that would have to wait. For the time being, and for likely the next few days, she’d need to make accommodations around the castle for herself…

Chapter 1

Pulling the blanket over her face, shielding herself from the sunlight pouring through her window, Cadance quietly grumbled to herself. It had been the first uninterrupted night of sleep she’d had in what felt like ages, so she was darn tempted to stay in bed, doze back off, and shirk her responsibilities for the day. She turned her head to one side and attempted to roll over - attempted in that she tried and instantly failed.

Utterly confused, her thoughts groggy and unfocused, she scrunched her snout. Something wasn’t right. It felt like something had just squeezed her bosoms together when she’d gone to shift from her back to her side, but that couldn’t be right ~ could it? Shining was right next to her, snoring softly to himself, and Flurry was dozing in her crib, so what the hay was going on?

She lifted the blanket covering her, peeked down at herself, and knit her brow. The spell she’d used the day before had increased the size of her bust substantially and amplified her milk production by an order of magnitude, but that had been nearly a full twenty-four hours ago! Enchantments grew weaker with time, not stronger ~ so why in the heck did it look like her rack had gotten even larger?”

“Shining,” she murmured, blindly throwing a forehoof to the side to shake her husband’s shoulder. “Shining, wake up.”

“W…wha?” he dazedly groaned, his unfocused eyes opening and looking over at her.

Gazing down her chest, Cadance nodded to her groin. “Do - uh - do those look bigger to you?”

It took Shining a moment to collect himself, yawning and stretching before he leaned against her shoulder. “Does what look…”

“Yeah…” she whispered, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. As he stared at her tits, the cover over his groin steadily rose. “Thanks - very helpful…”

“I - um…” he sputtered, ignoring his growing erection while he slipped off the bed. Getting to his hooves, he trotted to the end of the mattress, ignited his horn, and levitated the sheets off of her. “Did you do the spell again?”

Shaking her head, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “Shining, for buck’s sake, I just got up - besides, why would I cast the spell again? The darn things were big enough yesterday!”

He stepped forward and out of sight, obscured by the hovering covers. “They definitely look bigger - not that I’m complaining.”

“Well I’m glad you - Gah!” she yelped as something pressed against her breast.

Acting on impulse, startled by his touch, she squirmed and threw her weight to the side - an act which set off a very unfortunate domino effect. Clamped between her thighs, her milk-laden teats sprayed milk over the bed, Shining, herself, and the floor. As if making a mess wasn’t embarrassing and inconvenient enough, the sensations which accosted her were beyond belief. Her bosoms had always been a weak point of hers, and they’d grown more sensitive after she’d delivered Flurry, but the unimaginable bliss which washed over her caught her completely off guard.

She writhed in place, overcompensating before she fell off the side of the bed and to the floor. Landing with a dull thump on the carpet, on her back with her legs splayed, she stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. This was bad - this was really, really bad. Having a giant set of knockers would have been inconvenient enough in and of itself, but having a giant set of knockers that were as sensitive as her clit would present a whole host of other problems.

“Candance!” Shining shouted, rushing around and to her side. “Cadance, are you ok?”

As she was showered with dairy, her breasts acting like a pair of obscene sprinklers, she nodded. “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re asking…”

Though his tone and expression reeked of concern, the turgid length hanging between his legs was a clear indicator that he wasn’t that worried. “A…anything I can do?”

“Maybe helping me get up would be a start?” she mirthlessly countered.

“Right,” he whispered, igniting his horn and surrounding her with his rose-colored aura.

Lending her own sorcerous might to the endeavor, she called upon her magic to help lift herself. She drifted upward from the floor, suspended in air, and languidly spun into a standing position. While she could have easily performed the maneuver herself, having Shining help would serve a number of purposes; for starters, her inappropriately lustful husband needed to realize her predicament was no joking matter - secondly and most importantly, the last thing she needed was for him to figure out just how vulnerable her teats were.

Once she was lowered onto her hooves, she turned her head and peeked back at herself. As she’d suspected, her breasts had grown some over the night. With her rigid, pronounced nipples nearly touching the floor, each tit was nearly as big as - no, bigger than her head. She ponderously walked toward her vanity to get a better look at herself, praying she didn’t appear as unbecoming as she presumed - sadly, as her reflection came into view, she was proven wrong. She didn’t look unbecoming in the slightest - no, she looked downright slatternly.

Her sensual curves, plump thighs, and generous rump somehow accentuated her newfound, oversized tits, leaving her nonplussed. On one hoof, she wouldn’t deny that her sexual appeal had been elevated into the stratosphere by her gargantuan rack - on the other, it was hardly fitting for the Princess of Love to resemble a big-breasted exotic dancer! As she turned in place and inspected herself, Shining drifted to her side.

“Do they hurt?” he asked, risking a glance beneath her.

“No, they don’t - wait,” she croaked, cocking her head as she peered at the mirror.

She extended her wings and rubbed her eyes, not believing what she was seeing. Not only had her bosoms gotten bigger - all of her had gotten bigger. Ordinarily speaking, Shining was just a hair taller than herself, but that was no longer the case. Shuffling over to him, placing herself directly at his size, she noticed that she now had an inch or so of height on him.

Shining’s confusion mirrored his wife’s as he looked at her reflection. “You weren’t always that tall ~ were you?”

“No, Shining…” she muttered, closing her eyes and rubbing her temple.

Slowly breathing in through her mouth and out through her nose, she thought about everything that had happened since she’d cast the enchantment on herself - that was until something brushed against her nipple. Suppressing a thrilled shiver, she whipped her head around and found Shining placing an empty tea cup beneath one of her leaking breasts.

“What?” he bleated. “It’s better than you drenching the carpet!”

“That is not helping,” she growled.

Stepping back, he glowered. “Well excuse me for trying to prevent a mess. Would you rather I drain them?”

She opened her mouth to reply, a scathing rebuttal on her lips, but she hesitated. Regardless of what was happening to her, leaving a trail of milk everywhere she went would be neither prudent or decent - as such, maybe he did have a point. With Flurry still fast asleep, the only option for relieving a bit of the pressure would be her devoted, albeit somewhat lecherous husband. With a resigned sigh, she cantered back to the bed.

“Just…just get a bucket before you do anything…” she groaned, already regretting what she was about to do.

He shot her a crisp salute and disappeared in a flash of light, going off to Celestia knows where to find a pail. Honestly, the whole situation was terribly inconvenient. Though she felt fine, if not a bit hungry, she’d need to find a solution for her predicament and soon. She strolled to the foot of her bed, placed her forehooves on the mattress, and pushed herself onto her hind legs while she waited for Shining’s return.

The stallion didn’t take long to complete his quest, reappearing with a little metal bucket sorcerously suspended beside himself. “This was the biggest I could find at the farmers’ depot.”

“Really - you really went and got a milk bucket?” she huffed as he trotted to her.

He shrugged and smirked, his cheeks darkening ever so slightly. “It was either that or a milking machine, but I didn’t think -”

“Just…let’s get this over with…” she hissed.

Holding herself steady, she braced her hind legs while he got into position. He slid the pail under her, situating it beneath one teat, and peeked up at her face. It was ironic - even with all the kinky stuff they’d done before, having been very open to all sorts of sexual experimentation, being milked like a farm animal had to be one of the most humiliating she’d ever subjected herself to! She looked away and screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch him perform the mortifying act.

“Just gotta,” he softly noted.

She couldn’t say exactly what he did, sensing what felt like his aura ensconcing her bosoms, but it felt absolutely divine. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, forcing her to stifle a throaty moan. She’d fully anticipated being milked would feel nice, but she’d had no way of knowing it would be an experience bordering on the divine.

Alternating squeezing her teats, he chuckled softly to himself. “Somepony’s having fun…”

“S…shut up!” she whimpered, glaring back at him with a single eye.

While she wouldn’t vocally how incredible it felt to have him play with her tits, her body betrayed her. Her legs trembled, her tail flagged, and her marehood angrily winked and drooled, dribbling nectar down her inner thigh. As she went to look away, she caught sight of her own reflection in the nearby mirror and froze.

She didn’t consider herself a haughty mare by any means, but she’d be lying if the sight of herself being treated like a cow wasn’t one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. The weight she’d put on while being pregnant with Flurry was mostly still there, softening her figure and emphasizing her curves, and her marginally increased size made her appear like some ancient fertility goddess. She swung her hips over and arched her back, getting a better look at herself.

Shining happily hummed to himself, caressing her side while slapping his stallionhood against his underbelly. As much as she wanted to chastise him for getting off, she found it hard to fault him. She was his wife, they’d brought a foal into the world, and he was clearly turned on by the sight of her - for goodness’ sake, she should be flattered that he was so aroused! Shifting her focus to his face, she quietly cleared her throat.

“Shining - um…” she uneasily began. “Would you rather use your mouth?”

Beaming up at her, he gave a small bow. “Only if you don’t mind.”

She didn’t reply - couldn’t reply, but she let her actions speak for herself. Taking care to maintain her balance, she lifted a hind leg and gave him unfettered access to her loins. Wasting no time, keeping the pail where it rested, he shot out and latched to her presented teat like a ravenous foal. His magic and hooves had been pleasant - more than pleasant, but his mouth - sweet, merciful Celestia, his mouth was heavenly.

It took everything she had to remain standing, nearly collapsing atop him as she was wracked with pure, indulgent rapture. He hungrily gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her milk, continuing to knead and massage her other breast with her magic all the while, as she skyrocketed toward release. Her endurance was normally quite admirable, being able to last for some time even after prolonged foreplay, but she was not prepared for the otherworldly sensations that threatened to consume her.

Her resolve crumbled, leading to the relative silence of the room being broken by her soft mewls and heavy breaths. A familiar heat welled within her abdomen, radiating throughout her frame and robbing her of her strength. How was this happening? She was the princess of love, yet she was being brought to her knees by nothing more than having her teats suckled upon!

He withdrew and pulled back to look up at her. “Getting - Mmmph!?!”

“Don’t stop!” she brayed, calling upon her magic to jam his face back to her breast.

She was so close - so indescribably close to release that she thought she may go mad. Her concerns about the peculiar situation bled away as she fixated on the pleasure her husband afforded. Bucking her hips, humping the air, she glanced to the side. In the end, though Shining’s ministrations and love were phenomenal, it was her reflection that drove her past the brink.

Seeing herself in the mirror, a bizarre thought struck her - and with it came an absolutely devastating climax. What if she got even larger, taller, plumper, and with a pair of bounteous udders that would put a healthy dairy cow to shame? The notion that the Princess of Love could be a paragon of motherhood had never occurred to her, but it shook the very foundations of her self-image.

She howled to the heavens, shivering from hoof to head as her marehood gushed orgasmic juices to the floor. Stars danced before her eyes, she felt as though she was floating on air, and the quiet of the room was only broken by her ragged breathing once her braying trailed off - lamentably, the throes of her ecstasy were far from finished with her. Falteringly twisting her, sensing that Shining had retreated, she looked over her shoulder just in time to see her husband attempting to mount her.

“What are you doing?” she rasped.

He quirked a brow, his expression falling flat. “I thought I’d have a little fun with you. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I can keep using my magical milking going strong.”

“Please,” she breathed, “allow me.”

Unleashing her arcane might, she levitated and cast Shining onto the bed. He landed with a resounding Pomf, looking around in confusion as she hopped up and onto the mattress. Though she’d just weathered an incredible climax, she’d be more than happy to tend to her husband’s stallionly needs. She pinned his limbs to the sheets with her magic, affixing him in place, and stepped over his supine frame.

“H…honey?” he stammered, watching her move overtop him.

She wasted no time situating herself, bringing her dripping marehood above his pillar-like cock. If he wanted to get a bit of action, she’d be more than happy to oblige. Staring down at him, grinning from ear to ear, she kissed her entrance to the tip of his length. Getting off from being nursed on was all well and good, but that was just the appetizer.

She gave him no time to reply, lowering her hips and gradually impaling herself upon him. The look on his face was delicious, a combination of awe and shock, and it fanned the flames of her passion. He was normally one to take the lead, topping her in all manner of wondrous positions, but not this time. Fueled by her lust and her increased size, barely able to think clearly, she was about to show him what an alicorn was really capable of.

Fully hilting herself, she contentedly hummed and wiggled her hips. The sense of fullness his stallionhood imparted was as amazing as ever, kissing her womb and stretching her interior, yet she couldn’t bring herself to savor it. She slammed her forehooves to either side of his head, steadied herself, and flexed her legs. Her marehood clung to his stallionhood while she ascended, constricting its length until only the very tip remained within her, before she slammed herself downward.

“Oh buck,” she groaned, falling into a steady rhythm of fucking herself on him.

Peeking downward, seeing his attention resting on her groin, she lowered her gaze and watched her udders wobbling and swaying against his abdomen. Even when she had fully lifted herself, her mammoth melons rested heavily upon him. While it was sad that he wouldn’t be able to see his stallionhood disappearing into her depths, he didn’t look bothered in the slightest by the development.

“I’m guessing you like these?” she softly inquired, sorcerously hefting and squeezing her tits.

He nodded feverishly, his eyes never wavering from her bosoms. Having a gigantic pair of bosoms most definitely came with a number of drawbacks, not the least of which being the abundance of milk they produced, but seeing how worked up her dear hubby was almost made up for it. The moment she released him from her magical grasp, allowing him to move, he shot forward to play with her breasts.

He was, in a word, adorable - like some horny school colt who’d gotten lucky after a night at the prom. Watching him suck on one teat while pinching the other, she gnawed her bottom lip and subconsciously increased her pace. The additional stimulation of having him play with her rack was a welcome one, although there was one thing that could make it better.

She threw her forelegs back, got onto her knees, and reclined. The adjusted position served two purposes - both of which welcome ones. The thick medial ring of his shaft ground against her g-spot, sending bolts of pleasure through her frame, while she turned her eyes up to the ceiling. One of the first things she’d installed once moving into the castle was a mirror on the ceiling, and she did not regret the investment.

Seeing herself riding him was like something out of an exhibitionistic show. The bit of pudge on her belly, thighs, and rump wobbled with every downstroke, rippling beneath her fur, but the star of the self-indulgent performance easily went to her tits. One breast sprayed milk over the bed and floor, while Shining ravenously sucked on the other. She would have never thought she’d end up being turned on by the sight of herself - then again, she never thought she’d end up with a pair of knockers so big.

Steadily increasing her speed, riding him like a seasoned cowgirl, she lost herself to her bliss. Shining’s throbbing stallionhood, the sound of him groaning around her teat, the spectacle of herself bouncing on him, the smell of sex and musk in the air - the assault on her senses was too much to bear, leaving her in a licentious stupor. He bucked up to meet her downstrokes, the head of his cock hammering against her cervix, as their passion soared.

“I’m…I’m getting close,” she wheezed.

He gave a quick nod, pulled away, and swallowed. “Me too…”

The moment the words left his lips, he leaned in and gingerly bit down on her teat. She mewled uncontrollably, the tinge of pain mingling with the unfathomable bliss washing over her, and was pushed to her limit - still, she didn’t slow in the slightest. Clenching on the upstrokes and relaxing on the down, she showed him he wasn’t the only one who could milk their spouse.

She honestly couldn’t say if they’d been going at one another for minutes or hours, the flow of time seemingly stretching on into infinity, yet it came to an inevitable end. Sensing him starting to flare within her, his length pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, she braced herself for his release. As his scalding, virile seed surged into her, bathing her interior and her foal-factory with his essence, she peaked alongside him.

Her second orgasm was nearly as strong as the first, reducing her to a quivering, gushing mass of limbs. She hadn’t planned on starting her day on such a bawdy note, nor had she planned on waking up to a pair of oversized bosoms, but things could definitely have been worse. She shuddered and threw herself forward, draping herself on him.

“I love you,” she cooed, nuzzling his neck.

Reaching down and fondling her rack, caressing her tits sandwiched against him, Shining chuckled. “I love you too…”

Regrettably, as the euphoria began to fade, the gravity of the situation came crashing back. She was an absolute mess, sweaty and covered in all manner of juices, and that wasn’t taking her growing issue into consideration. Whatever was going on with her, she needed to get it dealt with. Ponderously pushing herself up, using a combination of her physical and arcane strength, she got to her hooves and dismounted from Shining’s softening length.

“Do you think Twilight might know what’s going on with me?” she asked, hopping from the bed and drifting to the bathroom.

Propping himself up on a foreleg, he scrunched his snout. “She might - I mean, I got the book from her after all,” he noted, rolling off the bed and trotting to their dresser. Plucking the tome from atop the piece of furniture, he waved the item in her direction. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry nothing,” she groused, swinging around and marching over to him. “For all we know, your rutting yesterday may have caused this -” she continued, swaying her rack from side to side, “not to mention I might get knocked up if…”

She fell silent and swallowed hard. The spell - what if she’d misinterpreted what it had been meant to do? Rushing over to him, grabbing up the arcane tome from his grasp, she opened the book and hastily scanned its contents. She’d assumed he’d known what he was doing, since he’d acquired the literature from his sister, but there was an all too real chance that he’d inadvertently glossed over some of the finer details of the enchantment. Finding the sorcery she’d used on herself, her fears were confirmed.

“Oh for…” She wheeled around and presented the book, pointing at the arcane words she’d unwittingly evoked. “Did you even read this thing?”

“It’s a spell that’s supposed to help with maternity,” he pouted, his stallionhood dripping cum to the carpet. “What’s the big deal?”

“It’s supposed to help with maternity in every way - including conception and development,” she murmured, cursing his lack of literary skills. “If I didn’t have a bun in my oven before yesterday, there’s a darn good chance we’re making a little brother or sister for Flurry…”

“I…oh,” he grunted, his expression falling flat.

“Yeah…” she huffed. “Not that I’m not happy with our little bundle of joy, but having another one would be quite a hooffull.”

He glanced beneath and snickered. “At least you’d be able to keep them both well-fed.”

She facehoofed and shook her head. “That’s not funny. If we -”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Great…” she sighed, instantly recognizing Flurry’s cry. “You go take care of her. I’m going to take a shower and think about how to deal with…with these,” she added, waving at her expansive, pendulous udders.

“Don’t you want to feed her?” Shining countered, drawing a baleful glance from his wife.

“There should be plenty of milk in that bucket you got,” she remarked, strolling to and into the bathroom.

While she’d produced more than enough milk to feed Flurry for the better part of a week, there was another reason she’d abstained from breastfeeding the foal. Nursing somepony, whether it was her child or her husband, was typically a pleasant, comforting experience, but whatever had changed her figure had altered her sensitivity substantially. She couldn’t say how feeding her foal would affect her, but she was not going to risk getting worked up by something so innocent.

Having set the water in her shower to warm, she stepped into her tub and scowled. Like a pair of bumpers, her tits squished against the basin’s side and kept her from moving forward. She extended and beat her wings, hopping over the obstacle with an annoyed snort. While she’d like to think she’d be able to reverse the metamorphic sorcery afflicting her, she was frustrated that it had ever happened in the first place - well mostly frustrated.

As the water cascaded over her, washing away the sweat, spunk, and her nectar, she turned and looked back at herself. She wouldn’t deny that the added heft filling out her usually slender frame was a bit bewitching - erotic even, but she had a reputation to maintain. The Princess of Love was supposed to be regal and demure, not plump, curvaceous, and with an utterly massive rack.

The water around her hooves grew stained with white, her breasts continuing to leak beneath her, while she scoured herself with a bath sponge. Even the simple act of washing herself was arousing, her nerves flickering to life and making her heart race, but that was far from her only problem. Noticing her tail raise and nethers start to tingle, she only then became aware that she was being turned on by the sight of herself.

“Oh for…” she quietly cursed, hastily lathering her mane and closing her eyes.

What was wrong with her? She wasn’t some lustful, teenage filly - she was a grown mare! There was no reason on Equestria that she should be getting worked up by being a big, soft, plump Princess with two giant tits and a fat, doughy - No! She growled and flicked her head from side to side, trying in vain to dislodge the lewd, wholly unwanted thoughts from her mind.

She wasn’t conscious of it, impelled by her id, but she’d done it again. Without thinking about it, she’d started playing with herself while trying to finish her shower. Magic flowed around her undercarriage, lightly tweaking and pulling on her teats, while she bucked her hips. It was the definition of insanity, making less sense than her transformation, and it let her know one thing -

She’d been wrong - the circumstances were far more dire than she’d initially assumed. Being plus-sized and a veritable milk-machine would have been bad enough, but to have her libido overclocked was too much for anypony to deal with. As she hopped out of the shower, having quickly rinsed herself off, she plucked a towel from the rack, began drying herself, and marched back into her bedchamber.

“Shining,” she called, looking around for her betrothed, “did you get in touch with Twilight?”

“So I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” he began, appearing while levitating Flurry to his chest. “The good news is that I was able to get in touch with Twilight.”

Cadance glowered, expecting the worst. “And the bad news…?”

“She might be dealing with a friendship problem that may take her a few days to deal with,” Shining anxiously replied, bashfully smiling.

“Days?!” she coughed. “I…I can’t stay like this for days! Just look at me!”

His eyes played over her, drinking in her sopping wet figure. “I’m - uh - I mean, I don’t mind your new look.”

As tempted as she was to confess that she agreed with him, taking no small amount of joy from her new look, she kept her lips sealed. If he knew she liked her appearance and the power it gave her over him, not having seen him that allured by her since they’d been high school sweethearts, it would be even harder for her to change back to her regular, non-rubenesque self. With a heavy sigh, she moved to her closet.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

She didn’t reply, opting instead to press into her wardrobe. Until she could speak with Twilight and undo the spell, she’d have to make due as best she could. With no way of knowing how long it would take her sister-in-law to be free, knowing she had royal duties to attend to, the first thing she had to do was to find something fitting to wear - fortunately for her, she still had some of her maternity clothes stashed away.

Fetching a modest dress and the largest nursing bra she had, she trotted back and into her room. She placed the dress on her bed, after dragging off the sullied linens, and magically brought the brasserie under herself. Situating the garment beneath her hanging bosoms, she hauled on the straps and brought them up her sides.

“Come on,” she hissed, exerting her sorcerous might on the article.

Her breasts were a force of nature, struggling against their cloth confines and refusing to be compressed - nevertheless, she was not deterred. She exhaled and sucked in her gut, giving herself a few extra inches to work with. This was going to work - it had to! There was no way in Tartarus she was going to sit in her throne room looking like she did!

It was only after she’d pulled with all her might was she able to wrench the straps back and clasp them together. She smiled despite the discomfort of her attire, savoring the small victory, but her satisfaction didn’t last for long. As she took a single step toward her vanity, hoping to get a look at herself, her bra snapped instantaneously.

“For buck’s sake!” she cursed, positively fuming with the development.

“You could always -” Shining was silenced when she walked by and pressed a forehoof to his lips.

“No,” she protested. “I’m going to the tailor to get something that fits post-haste. I should be able to catch them right as they open, before there are too many ponies out and about. Just tell the staff that I’ll be a little bit late.”

She didn’t say another word, stomping to the door and out into the hallway. Getting a bit of fresh air would do her a bit of good, helping her clear her head and possibly giving her ideas for how she could fix her problem herself - plus she was oddly hungry. Maybe it was the excitement from earlier, or perhaps becoming so productive had ramped up her metabolism - regardless, she was famished.

Through the hallways and to one of the side exits of her keep, she peeked outside to check that the coast was clear. The sun had only just started to rise, leaving most ponies in their beds, so she should be able to accomplish her mission without drawing any attention to herself. As convenient as it would have been to teleport, the bright flash and relatively loud pop of displaced air could and more than likely would make a scene or awaken anypony in the vicinity - taking that into account, setting out on hoof would be the most prudent option.

Not seeing anypony in the street, she awkwardly scampered from the castle’s steps to an alleyway across the road. As long as nopony stopped her, her mission should be quick and relatively simple. Go to the tailor’s house, get measured, make an order, then return home - easy as. She did feel a little guilty for going to pester the dressmaker, especially at such an early hour, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

As she tiphoofed down the winding backstreets, mentally plotting her course, she kept glancing over her shoulder - not just to look for any random passersby but because her breasts were quickly becoming an issue. Her bosoms made it almost impossible to walk normally, sliding past one another and forcing her to take a wider stance than usual, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that the stimulation of simply trotting was enough to breathe new life into the embers of her lust.

She mutely cursed to herself while she continued onward, leaving a trail of milk and nectar in her wake. Though she could understand why her bust had gotten larger, she couldn’t wrap her head around what was going on with her libido. It was like she’d reverted to being a horny teenager, getting excited seemingly at random and having a very active imagination. Stopping behind a dumpster, having spotted a pony near the exit of the alleyway, she quietly watched the stallion trot past.

What would her subjects do if they saw her like this? She felt sure that many mares would actually be jealous of her, flattering her or enviously turning their noses up in her direction, but the stallions - well that was a different matter entirely. It was no secret that males of almost every species viewed breasts with some sort of carnal reverence, consciously or unconsciously considering hefty tits to be a mark of a fine, healthy mare, and she shuddered to think of how her figure would be received by a group of studs.

Imagining studs catcalling her, openly ogling her, or making scandalous passes at her was wildly thrilling. Shining had practically thrown himself at her after she’d woken him up, his not-so-little soldier standing to attention at the sight of her, and she’d bet her bottom bit other stallions would be the same. As her thoughts wandered into increasingly indecent waters, her horn began to glow.

Having an expansive set of tits was provocative and all, but she had so much more to offer than that. Her ample curves, her big, soft backside, and having just enough fluff to give anypony something to squeeze. The only thing that could improve her already slatternly appearance was if she had a bun in her wondrously fertile oven.

Leaning to the side, against the wall of a building, she closed her eyes. As her pregnancy with Flurry had progressed, she’d grown increasingly self-conscious about her appearance. The added weight she carried, alongside her rounded belly, were a stark contrast to her formerly svelte self, but it didn’t take her long to figure out that her concerns were completely unwarranted. She’d catch guards staring or slipping glances at her backside as she passed, there had been dignitaries that had held or kissed her hoof for slightly too long, and even a few maids had complimented her figure! All told, she discovered that ponies liked how she looked while gravid.

Her turquoise aura flowed over her breasts and up her thighs, caressing her in all the right ways. What would the townsponies of the Crystal Empire do if she got even bigger than she already was? How many ponies would come to her castle just to see her? Would she have suitors attempting to steal her away from Shining? Just how sensitive would her body get if she got pregnant again?

She had no doubt that Shining would oblige her, breeding her from sundown to sunup to sow his seed within her, and she was intimately familiar with how affectionate he would be once she was expecting. No matter how large she got while heavy with foal, her husband had always - always tended to her marish needs. She plunged her magic into her depths, stroking her g-spot while simultaneously toying with her clit, as her breath steamed the cool air.

“R…right there, Shiny,” she rasped, mindlessly screwing herself.

Panting lightly, losing track of where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, she caved to her urges. Princess or not, she was a mare with two needs that nearly every mare had - being wanted and starting a family. She loved Shining and Flurry with all her heart ~ so why stop there? Why not bring another glorious little colt or filly into the world? A cocktail of her juices and Shining’s cum pattered to the cobblestone beneath her, though she couldn’t care less about the mess she was making.

Flurry deserved to have a little brother or sister to grow up with, the castle’s staff were acquainted to having a foal on the premises, and Sunburst had become quite adept at tending to a small, overpowered alicorn, so all the pieces were already in place. If she’d been smart, she would have already committed to expanding her family, demanding that Shining give them another - no two other foals!

An image of herself expecting triplets, exquisitely large and nearly at her due date, pushed her closer to her limit. For buck’s sake - somepony had to carry on the alicorn legacy! Since neither Celestia nor Luna had children to call their own, and with Twilight never dated at all, it was up to her to carry on the royal bloodline. Being the Princess of Love, a literal icon of all things romantic, she had every right to strut about as a big, busty, alluring broodmare!

With her pulse racing, depths clenching, and a bead of saliva creeping down her chin, she teetered on the brink of release. A heartbeat before her orgasm hit her, she was rocked with the revelation of what she was doing. There she was, an honest to goodness Princess, masturbating in a backstreet like some common whore - moreover, she realized she hadn’t been so amorous since…

“Oh no,” she breathed, teleporting herself back to her chamber in the blink of an eye.

Reappearing by her bed, seeing Shining laying fresh linens on the mattress, she cantered over to him. There was one thing that would at least partially explain everything that was happening to her, yet she’d failed to consider it. Her raging libido, her increasing size, and the insidious thoughts plaguing her spoke of one thing and one thing only.

Grabbing Shining’s shoulder, she stared into his eyes. “I need you to scan me!”

He smiled and looked her over, seemingly brushing off her concern. “I’ve been checking you out all morning, so I don’t -”

“With you magic!” she interrupted. “Scan me to see if anything is - uh - off…”

His mirth faltered as he stepped back and leveled his glowing horn at her. “You don’t think something’s wrong ~ do you?”

“I…I don’t know…” she stuttered, trying not to eye his semi-flaccid stallionhood.

“Well I…” he trailed off, cocking his head.

Her blood ran cold, sensing her suspicions had been warranted. “What is it.”

As his eyes swept up her frame and to her face, he licked his lips. “We’re going to need another crib…”

“Yeah…” she muttered, looking back at herself, “I was afraid you’d say that…”

Chapter 3.5

Looking between Shining and Rarity, seeing the two smiling over at her, Cadance went slack-jawed. “Excuse me?”

“I just need to get some additional measurements, darling! It’s nothing to -” Rarity stopped when the Princess pinched the bridge of her snout.

“I heard that part,” Cadance groaned. “I was - am more concerned about the type of measurements you just mentioned.”

Staring over at the couture, seeing the mare pulling a long, rubberized glove onto one foreleg, she swallowed hard. She hadn’t been bothered when Rarity had asked her to come back for some additional measurements, having set off with Shining the morning following their admittedly debaucherous photo shoot, but she felt like she’d been misled. Instead of having measuring tape at the ready, her companion had a sizable bottle of lube at the ready.

Trotting over to the askance, visibly nervous Princess, Shining stroked his wife’s leg. “I know this probably wasn’t what you were expecting, but -”

“You think?!” Cadance grumbled, leering down at him.

“It’s quite alright, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this,” Rarity flippantly noted, snapping the glove above her knee.

Cadance squinted over at the unicorn. “Dare I ask…?”

“Darling, though it’s not like I openly advertise it, my services extend beyond mere wardrobes,” Rarity noted, smirking over at the alicorn. “I’m sure you’ve seen mismatched couples while out and about ~ yes?”

Thinking for a moment, Cadance slowly nodded. It wasn’t uncommon for ponies to find partners either larger or smaller than themselves, and that was excluding the growing number of interspecies relationships, yet that didn’t answer the question as to why Rarity wanted to document the dimensions of her interior. With a scrunched snout, she peered back at her backside.

Her growth had shown no signs of stopping, leaving her to tower over her husband. Once slightly taller than herself, Shining could nearly walk under her without having to bow his head. The garments she’d procured did prevent her from getting stuck in doorways, something she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy, yet they did nothing to make her appear any smaller than she already was.

Simply put, she’d become a literal giantess, making even the tallest ponies like Celestia, Big Macintosh, and she presumed even that Trouble Shoes fellow look downright tiny in comparison. While she didn’t have an issue with her extraordinary height, she did find it a bit awkward that her beloved was a mere fraction of her size - not that he seemed to mind. Anxiously trotting forward, inspecting a number of gems and what seemed to be gold bands on Rarity’s work table, she tried not to dwell on how large she may eventually become.

Clearing her throat, Rarity drew the alicorn’s eye. “If this is making you a bit uncomfortable, you can leave if you’d like. Given the circumstances and your current size, I simply thought that you and Shining may be able to appreciate one another more.”

Cadance narrowed her eyes. “Appreciate how?”

“As I’m sure you’re aware, magical artifacts, if crafted and worn properly, can imbue a pony with all sorts of abilities. Enhanced sorcery and increased physical capabilities are two of the more common, practical aspects such a trinket can impart, though that’s only the tip of the iceberg,” Rarity stated, moving over to her table and tapping one of the rings. “Did you know that two ponies, or any creatures for that matter, can use linked enchantments?”

Comprehension dawned on Cadance as she stared down at the assorted jewels and bits of precious metal. “You don’t mean…”

She trailed off, too embarrassed to assert her thought. Even though she was huge, monumentally bigger than Shining, he’d yet to leave her unsatisfied in the bedroom - that said, she wouldn’t deny that the sex itself wasn’t quite as intense as it used to be. While he’d stayed the same size, his stallionhood no less impressive than ever, her marehood had grown quite cavernous over the past few days. It wasn’t that making love to him didn’t feel good - quite the opposite in fact, yet he didn’t fill her like he used to.

“If Rarity gets your internal measurements, she’ll be able to make us jewelry that gives me dick big enough to satisfy you!” Shining blithely chirped, drawing stares of disdain from both the mares.

“Not quite I would have put it, but yes,” Rarity sighed. “Once constructed and properly tuned, his little soldier will be able to match your confines.”

Turning and lowering his head, Shining pouted as he peeked at his nethers. “I’m not that little…”

“Come now, you know what I meant,” Rarity tutted, waving away his concern. Turning her attention back to the Princess’ face, she smiled and proudly held a rubber-clad forehoof to her chest. “In case you were wondering, I haven’t had a dissatisfied customer for this procedure.”

With her curiosity piqued, Cadance cocked her head. “Customers such as…?”

Rarity turned her nose up and snorted. “Darling, I simply couldn’t divulge such sensitive information!”

“I mean, we won’t tell anyone ~” Shining reassuringly noted, inching closer, “will we, honey?”

“I won’t twist your leg about it, but we are pretty good at keeping secrets,” Cadance relented.

After looking around the vacant room, going so far as to trot to the entrance to peek into the empty storefront of her boutique, Rarity scampered back and motioned for the couple to draw nearer. “If you must know, I crafted a pair for Cranky and Matilda shortly after they got married. Not to brag, but getting hitched is only one reason he’d been so chipper lately.”

“I…huh…” Cadance grunted, shocked by the admission.

“So is - er - was he kinda small?” Shining pressed.

“Heavens no!” Rarity laughed. “He’s actually quite impressive for an ass his age, but having a wife who’s been, shall we say, a bit experimental with lovers left him at a disadvantage.”

Going from simply curious to needing to know more, Cadance dipped her head. “Who or what could have -”

“Dragons,” Rarity whispered, biting her bottom lip to stifle her amusement. “I could hardly believe it myself, but apparently Mrs. Matilda had developed a soft spot for big - and I mean big reptiles. Did you know they’ve got two dangly bits?”

“Lucky bastards…” Shining murmured, drawing a titter from his wife and the fashionista.

Rarity composed herself and straightened up, her normal, professional demeanor returning in an instant. “Anyways - yes, I believe this would be a useful little item to add to your amorous arsenal.”

Though she was far from enthused about having a mare, much less a friend doing something so intimate to her, Cadance felt some modicum of relief. Rarity had been nothing but generous to her over the years, designing and making her dress gratis, so she struggled to think of a reason not to trust the dressmaker - that and she definitely wouldn’t mind having something that would put her and Shining on equal carnal footing. Rising to her full height, she steeled her resolve.

“Just one more question, I promise,” she muttered. “If I keep getting bigger, will this ring still work?”

“It would, yes, although you’d need to come back to have it adjusted if you did grow more,” Rarity smoothly replied. “So would you be interested? For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I didn’t mention it in that letter I sent this morning; I felt like explaining this in person would be a bit less jarring than doing so through a scroll.”

“Buck it, I’ll do it,” Cadance huffed, turning and trudging back to the central, open area of the room.

She still couldn’t fully wrap her head around how the magic worked, or exactly how Rarity had gotten into such a erotic enterprise, but she wasn’t about to question it. If there was even a chance that Shining could become equipped with a stallionhood to match her, she’d be pleased as punch - no, she’d be elated. All but literal titan or not, she had no intentions of giving up having a good time with her husband.

Presuming the exam wouldn’t be much different from her yearly doctor’s visit, she spread her hind legs, flipped her tail to the side, and looked away. She wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad, but having Rarity watch her and Shining going at it like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon wasn’t as mortifying as displaying herself in such a fashion - still, she held steady. If she was lucky, and she prayed she was, Rarity wouldn’t take too long.

Trotting up behind the Princess, Rarity levitated the lube over to herself. “Just relax, darling! I assure you, this won’t be uncomfortable in the slightest.”

“Easy for you to say…” Cadance grumbled, screwing her eyes shut.

She must have been a sight, legs splayed and ass raised, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her immense breasts and tremendous belly graced the cool floor every time she breathed, making her shiver all over. In spite of having drained her udders after waking up, a steady stream of milk dribbled from each teat. The quicker she got done, the quicker she could -

“Eeep!” she yelped, flinching when something cool graced her entrance.

“You must hold still, dear!” Rarity called from behind her. “Shining, would you be so kind as to - how do I say this - give me a bit of room back here?”

The familiar sound of magic cut through the air, before Cadance felt her buns being prized apart. Great - bucking wonderful. Not only was Rarity getting a very close view of her most intimate parts, but Shining was helping with the affair. She drew a shuddering breath and did her best to hold still, trying and failing to ignore what felt like a hoof gliding up her snatch.

Remaining silent, Rarity pressed her tongue between her lips as she put herself to task. Balanced on a stepping stool, with each forehoof placed to either side of the Princess’ plump marehood, she steadily pulled her forelegs apart. The alicorn’s lips slowly parted, revealing the rosy, staggeringly moist, seemingly bottomless depths within.

Shining peered up in wonder, licking his lips at the lewd sight. “Are you turned on by this?”

Cadance’s head whipped around to glance over her shoulder. “Not now, Shining…”

She would never breathe a word of it to anypony, especially her husband, but she’d be lying if she said some part of her wasn’t a bit excited. Maybe it was the prospect of seeing Shining swinging a giant dick around, or it could have been all the attention she was receiving - regardless of the exact cause, she was getting turned on. Slowly exhaling as Rarity reached into her, she kept her eyes clamped shut.

The massive globes of her tush were held open, giving Shining and Rarity an unfettered look at her loins and pucker, though that was the least of her problems. Inch by inch, the unicorn’s foreleg slipped deeper and deeper into her. Cadance shouldn’t have been aroused by such a clinical act, yet her heart gradually began to beat faster.

If somepony had told her she’d eventually end up having a friend jamming a leg into her, she would have laughed and discarded the notion as lunacy - unfortunately, as fate would have it, that’s precisely what had ended up happening. Feeling herself wink, spontaneously clenching around the unicorn’s limb, blood surged into her cheeks. She wasn’t worried about Rarity saying anything, considering she’d likely had customers give similar reactions in the past, but didn’t trust her husband to stay quiet.

Seconds dragged on for what seemed like hours, all while she remained motionless, until a disgruntled grunt sailed to her ears. Staving off the temptation to stand and look back, she turned her head from side to side to see what was happening - alas, her gargantuan backside obstructed her view. Left to speculate on what was happening, going by feel alone, her thoughts began to race.

“Just - Mmmph - gotta…” Rarity whispered to herself, standing on one hind leg while leaning forward.

With her face smashed against Cadance’s inner ass cheek, she glowered. She was trying - good heavens, she was trying her best not to make an inappropriate comment, but it seemed like the Princess’ confines went on without end. Nearly up to her shoulder, she looked down at the stallion. It was awe inspiring to think he was actually able to get his wife off, but she couldn’t afford to get distracted - not yet anyways.

She withdrew and freed most of her foreleg, realizing what she had to do to get the job done. “Cadance?”

“Y…yeah?” the alicorn called back.

“There’s no delicate way to say this, but I’m going to have to really get in there for a moment,” Rarity remarked, bringing her free hoof up to the behemoth mare’s entrance.

“What’s that - Oh buck!” Cadance bleated as something much, much bigger than a leg plunged into her.

From the bottom of her hooves to the tip of her horn, she shivered with delight. Whatever was sinking into her was big - way bigger than a limb or Shining’s formidable endowment. Her marehood winked uncontrollably, rhythmically seizing around whatever was filling her, and a hushed whimper escaped her. If Rarity didn’t finish fast, things may get very sticky very quickly.

Rarity had serviced all manner of clientele in her day, but this one may take the cake. Wriggling her front legs forward and back, essentially crawling into the Princess, she slipped in up to her waist. Just how deep was this mare? Though she’d assumed Cadance’ canal was as big as the rest of her, the slick, balmy confines seemed to stretch on for eternity.

Watching the couture steadily disappear, all but her fetlocks remaining in the open air, Shining went slack jawed. He’d never been the biggest consumer of adult material, yet the spectacle of the unicorn being virtually engulfed by his wife was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. With his stallionhood getting harder by the second, he continued holding his lover’s buns apart.

“S…Shining,” Cadance weakly sputtered, drawing his eyes, “w…what’s happening?”

Snapping from his stupor, Shining stepped back and looked to his wife’s face. “Rarity’s - uh…”

Cadance waited fruitlessly for a reply that never came, weathering waves of bliss that wracked her. “Rarity’s - Mmmmph - what?”

She may have been an alicorn, essentially a demigod among ponykind, but there was only so much that any mare could endure. Her body rebelled against her, her depths contracting and quivering with delight. Fighting the urge to buck her hips back, she set her jaw and leered over at her husband.

“Rarity’s what?” she repeated more sternly.

“Rarity’s in…” Shining flatly responded, fixating on her tush.

“What’s that…” Cadance trailed off, suddenly understanding what he’d meant.

It wasn’t like she was or had ever been promiscuous, having only ever bedded her husband, but she’d like to think she had a good mind for what was going on with her mare parts - as such, she focused on the sensations accosting her. Rarity was in her - literally in her! Confused, more aroused than she cared to admit, and just a touch concerned, she reflexively clenched and drew the unicorn deeper.

“C…can you pull her out?” she shouted back at her husband.

He slowly shook his head, his eyes staying glued to the bizarre display. “Not unless I reach in there for her.”

Cadance tried to curse, but the only thing that came out was a throaty groan. As absurd as it was, she was getting darned close to her limit. The ceaseless writhing in her depths, the sheer depravity of it all, and the fact that one of her most trusted friends was entombed in her snatch proved a disastrous mix.

Her hips twitched, then rolled forward and back, setting her rock-hard nipples to drag against the floor. She told herself that it wasn’t her fault, that she couldn’t control what she was doing, but that was only in part true. Having a pony wriggling about in her, hitting every sensitive spot in her canal, was downright incredible.

“P…pull - Hnnnph - pull her out,” she mewled, teetering on the brink.

While it wasn’t the worst thing to be enjoying herself, even under such peculiar circumstances, she may die of embarrassment if Rarity caused her to climax. Feeling the magic on her ass dissipate, she cracked an eye open and looked over. She’d assumed Shining was doing what she’d asked, moments from rescuing the trapped unicorn, but she’d been wrong - spectacularly wrong.

Instead of doing anything to help, Shining shamelessly used his sorcery to masturbate. The sight of him stroking his stallionhood only added to her excitement. She’d had mutual masturbation sessions with him before, rubbing herself off while watching him play with himself, so the display pushed her to the very brink.

She frantically bucked at the open air, unwittingly drawing Rarity deeper all the while, until everything came to a head. The moment the seamstress was forced against her cervix, the breath hitched in her throat. There was a threshold that every creature had, a point of no return, and she’d just been flung past it.

With her legs quaking, marehood spasming, and eyes rolling back, she unleashed a rapturous howl. Her pelvic muscles went haywire, using Rarity to batter her womb like a sex toy, while gallons of creamy nectar gushed from her quivering depths. The angry writhing within her abdomen was the only thing that moored her to reality, bringing her back to reality before her orgasm had subsided.

Flexing her abdomen, she called upon her arcane might. She’d never tried to use her sorcery to extract something from herself, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Since Shining was too busy getting his rocks off, she’d have to get Rarity out herself. Going by her sense of feeling alone, she drove a strand of magic into her sex and blindly probed her depths.

It took her a second to find what she was looking for, but she eventually grabbed what had to be one of Rarity’s legs. With a mighty tug, she hauled the unicorn free, straightened up, and wheeled around. Landing with a wet, unceremonious plop, Rarity gasped for breath.

“Sorry about that,” she breathed, bashfully smiling down at the spectacularly drenched unicorn.

Rarity held up one hoof while she mopped her face. “It’s…it’s - Cough - quite alright?”

“Hmmmmph,” Shining grunted, blowing his load and adding his seed to the expansive pool of mare cum on the floor.

Shaking her head and unsteadily getting to her hooves, Rarity trotted over to her table. “Lovely - just one more thing to clean up.”

“Rarity, if there’s anything - anything I can do to make this up to you, let me know,” Cadance sighed.

Rarity cocked her head and scribbled some numbers onto her notebook, barely paying the couple any mind. “I’m going to hold you to that - in fact, I already have something in mind.”

“Name it,” the Princess urged. “After all that, there’s -”

“I want you to do that to Shining while I get to watch - not now, but at some point in the future,” Rarity mused, a grin playing across her muzzle. “It’s hardly fair that he gets to enjoy himself for such a show - plus you could consider it compensation for the rings I’ll be making.”

“Sure!” Shining chirped. “Just tell us -”

“Shining!” Cadance cut him off, grimacing over at him. Turning her attention back to the unicorn, she dipped her head. “I’ll…I’ll consider it…”

“Of course you will, Darling - now then, since we have that out of the way, would you two mind helping me clean up this mess? I swear, you two are going to force me to invest in several tarps,” Rarity laughed, trotting off to a broom closet.

Nodding and following behind the remarkably chipper couture, Cadance gulped. While she was appreciative of all the hard work, finding out that her friend was a bit perverted evoked a strange mix of feelings. She was still grappling with the idea that she might have discovered a new fetish, yet she wouldn’t have guessed she’d be pressured into reenacting the experience again. With her marehood still dripping, she grabbed a mop from the closet and handed it to Shining. Even if the rings didn’t work, she may have just found a new way to have fun with her husband…