Suri Polomare dangled a clear bag before Fluttershy, filled with what appeared to be a set of small, round buttons. Pink, translucent, and pockmarked with popped bubbles frozen in time.

She was pretty sure they were candies of some sort, given those same buttons lay in the hands of the mares to Fluttershy’s left and right. Some looked tense, their jaws set into a dead-ahead stare, but most looked as if they were thrilled to be there, wearing lazy, benign smiles spread across their faces.

The theme to their garments was clear: bikinis, lingerie, and even half-hearted dresses in cow-print, straining to contain a dozen huge and heaving breasts. Fluttershy felt a little out of place, even before considering she made it a baker’s dozen plus one.

“Take one,” Polomare said. “And then we’ll talk a little more. I won’t say a single word before that.”

As an investigator full of leaks, it wasn’t as if Fluttershy couldn’t put two and two together to make four on this occasion. At least in broad strokes, she knew what that candy would likely do to her. It wasn’t the first she’d heard of something like that candy in Fillydelphia. A few other mares she’d met or seen had clearly taken something or other to improve their assets.

Fluttershy envied their need to take them at all. “Is that really necessary?” she asked. Timidity choked her voice, briefly turning it to a squeak until she cleared her throat and spoke again. She even added a small, crooked smile, her best attempt at a self-assured smirk. “I’m sure I’ve got enough to go around as it is.”

Squeezing out one of the candies between her fingers, Polomare stared down at Fluttershy’s tits. That never failed to make Fluttershy self-conscious, but she dealt with it well enough, ignoring the feeling of being commoditised that came with being ogled. The implication Polomare saw her as inadequate was a little disconcerting, but amusing too. Novel and unique, especially since she had at least half as much more than the next biggest gal in the lineup.

“True.” Polomare held out the candy, pinched between her curled index finger and thumb. “But I want you to take it anyway, okay? This will make things so much more interesting.”

After a few moments’ consideration, Fluttershy sighed, her entire chest heaving with her exhalation. As she reached up to take the candy with one hand, Solomare clucked her tongue.

“Nuh-uh. You have to actually eat it.” She leaned over the table a little more, one hand atop it. It creaked under her weight.

A little fluster prompted Fluttershy’s wings to twitch. It was one thing to have her tits out. It was quite another thing to eat out of somepony else’s hand. Yet she had to do it. “Just this, and you’ll talk?”

“Well, we might chat about a few other things.” Polomare giggled. “But yes. Take this and stand there like a good girl until we’re done, and I’ll tell you everything, okay?”

That seemed sincere enough to Fluttershy, and she leaned forward just enough to pinch the candy between her teeth. It tasted sweet and hard as expected, and the sugar stripped away by her saliva tasted sweeter still as it stuck to her tongue and molars. For a second, she opened her mouth fully to let Polomare see the sweet balance on her tongue.

The candy passed her teeth with a clack, and then she firmly gulped it down. Opening her mouth again to confirm exactly as she'd been asked garnered a blink from Polomare, who then clasped her hands together with a clap. “Ooh, such a good sport. Now, let’s get to business. Both kinds.”

With a clap of her hands, every other mare in the lineup took their sweet tabs with a chorus of gulps and slurps. A moan even rose up in the mix, a backing wail somewhere between pleasure and discomfort. Most remained motionless in the immediate aftermath, except one shorter pony at the far end.

Unable to make more than snippets of her mare’s dark grey coat, all Fluttershy could see were slivers of her fidgeting body and a pair of hands reaching over her front.

Fluttershy resisted the urge to follow her lead. She curled her fists tight at her sides as something knotted up deep inside her chest. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. Throughout puberty and even before that moment, the tight, aching sensation in her tits had been an ever-present companion. It had forced her to roll onto her back during the night and made her wince as she knocked into doorframes.

There and then, Polomare weaponised her bosom against her, and she swore her bust felt a little heavier.

Polomare put a hand on her hip as she stepped back, and a duo of mares filtered in front of her, hooves clacking on the hardwood. On one splayed-out hand, they held trays filled with tumblers, which they placed one at a time in front of the gazonga gallery.

“I don’t suppose I’ll be able to get a name to who hired you?” Polomare chuckled, tilting a hand in front of her face.

Tawny floated to Fluttershy’s mind. As far as Polomare was concerned, she was a nobody, just a face in the crowd, though it wasn’t unlike her to attend such events as a lesser-known guest or as some of the… entertainment.

Best not to give Polomare anything that could put her in danger, though. Half the mares in the room would probably hire Fluttershy to rat in one of their erstwhile allies.

“You know I don’t—“ Fluttershy’s next words failed to come out as anything other than a choked grunt. The skin across her chest all of a sudden felt awfully tight as if the bloom in her bosom had filled out to the limits of her flesh while a pair of giant hands squeezed her tight. Her tits actually bounced as her body tensed up, the crease at the top of her chest growing more pronounced for a moment.

A familiar coolness made her teats tighten more. Milk expressed, forced out of her so suddenly to seem supernatural. It was only a matter of time before she started leaking again in the next few hours, but right in front of so many eyes, even those on either side of her.

Muscles relaxed, and Fluttershy’s diaphragm loosened enough to let her breathe again. She could feel herself tilting forward, and she rolled her shoulders back in a common reflex. Though she didn’t quite readjust herself as much as she’d like, the weight on her front was altogether unfamiliar to her then.

“Oh my goodness…!” she muttered, and the ride repeated itself, that time with stars sparking in her eyes.

With a deep, haughty chuckle, Polomare slid between the two waitresses, and with spread-out fingers, she hefted one of Fluttershy’s udders up a little. “Doesn’t that feel so good? C’mon, enjoy the moment. You’ll have everything you need when we’re done, okay?”

Biting her lip as she came down from the new high, Fluttershy tried to organise her thoughts. There was no way those pills could be so fast-acting, not on their own. “How?” Even one word was enough to turn her soft, yellow mammaries taut and gifting Polomare the glory of a milk-sodden forearm, with much of the rest spattering over the table.

“Enchanted,” the pony beside Fluttershy said. The little bounce in their bosom drew her eyes down instead of meeting their gaze, though she could tell out the corner of her vision they were focused on their own blooming tittage. The pasties over each nipple at least contained the potential flood within.

Fluttershy dug her fingernails into her palms. Just as she thought she was going to make progress, polomare altered the deal further. Protest, and she swells more, produces more, but if she remained silent throughout then there’d be no way to probe for more info, more details.

“Just a little extra our supplier likes to add, not that she mentioned it anywhere.” Fluttershy was starting to despise Polomare’s laugh. Somewhere between a giggle and a chuckle, all with the threat of a snort. “You could also make it run faster, but the effects tend to be a little… longer lasting.”

Potentially permanent, putting the pegasus into an progressively pernicious predicament as far as her bra size was concerned. She chewed on her lip and grunted, and then her shoulders tensed up.

The subsiding flood didn’t ramp up again. No unnatural squeeze, no sudden increase in weight, though the gradual filling and silent rumbling behind her teats remained more noticeable. At the very least, small noises of discomfort or pleasure won’t put her into a cursed loop.

Fluttershy’s head snapped around when she heard a squeal far to her right. The grey-coated mare leaned forward, past the lineup, with her hands curled underneath her udders. Her areola and nipples looked swollen and a little sore.

The waitress marehandling a tit, gave reason for the squeal, holding a glass up to it as she tried to angle the nipple down. A dozen thick jets of white cream flooded into one of the glasses until it was a quarter full. The mare was released, the squirt reduced to a constant leak that dribbled down the curve of her breast, darkening her fur.

The waitress held out the glass, up above her, examining the contents. Without a word she then held it out to Polomare, who gracefully took it, even swirling the contents around to paint the glass walls white.

“Good and thick.” She stuck her snout over the top, sniffing. “Almost odourless, but there’s a faint sweetness there.”

Fluttershy squeaked when Polomare put the glass to her lips and tipped her head back, dumping the contents into her mouth. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, followed by that satisfied click and sigh one made whenever they finished off a refreshing drink.

“She’s coming along well?” In all her mixed surprise and fascination, Fluttershy hadn’t noticed Middie float up beside Polomare. At the same time, other guests approached the tables, taking glasses for themselves. A few more mares groaned along the lineup, but again some of them remained steadfastly quiet as ponies filled their cups.

“Almost the best I’ve had. It feels like I wasted everypony else’s time.” Another giggle-snort from Polomare, and she smiled down at Middie. “Help yourself to whichever you’d like. You deserve it after bringing these new kegs to me. Hell, break them in if you want.”

“B-break them in!?”

Fluttershy’s squeaking voice shifted high enough she could no longer hear herself. Stars burst in her eyes, against the dark backdrop of her lids squeezed so hard she saw an aurora of colour. That time, the tangle of pressure built up enough that her knees shook under her, but she stood her ground, holding herself up as best she could. Even as the weight bid her to bow forward, to reach out for the table with her hands and catch herself.

Her tits met the surface at the same time as her hands, and the squeeze her torso put on them urged out more jets of thick, white cream. She could feel hands pressing into the broad, buttery coat stretched out in front of her, loosely wrapping around puffy areola and distended nipples.

She managed to open her eyes enough, seeing through bleary, squinting vision. Her focus remained on the ego-rending tingling across her bosom, so she struggled to see much in detail. Yet she made out enough to see Middie lean back from where she’d doubled over, holding something pure and white in her hands. She brought it to her snout and sipped it with the delicacy of a true sommelier; then her big, golden eyes shifted their sultry sleepiness to bright stars. For a moment, she and Fluttershy locked gazes, and an electric buzz shot up Fluttershy’s spine, it’s source from a particular point in her pelvis.

“Can we keep her?” Middie asked, looking up at Polomare.

Even as a joke, the risk was too great to not protest it. “N-no!” Ironically, as the words came out and the gurgling mass ballooned up again, the table bore the brunt of the weight, actually taking away some of the strain from Fluttershy’s shoulders and back.

Polomare clucked her tongue and huffed. “Would that we could, but I think Fillydelphia would miss its favourite investigator. We’ll just have to make do with what we have.” One of Polomare’s hands came to rest atop the wobbling shelf beneath Fluttershy’s chin, and she slowly put her weight onto the hand. Her fingers disappeared into the flesh as if she were instead squeezing a latex balloon, surprisingly plush and giving, though Fluttershy knew better. The audible gush of milk across the table made her acutely aware of the sodden nature of her thighs, especially as she rubbed them together.

The other, milk soaked hand pulled back a glass overflowing with Fluttershy’s milk, which Polomare tossed back like a triple shot. Another click-sigh, and she held the glass high above her.

Silence fell in their corner of the room, dozens of eyes first falling on the glass above them all, then on Fluttershy herself. She felt, quite literally, like cattle.

She hated that she liked the thought.

“You.” Polomare snapped her free, milk drenched hand and pointed to one of the waitresses. She pointed to herself, digging a finger into her bosom, and Polomare nodded. “Get some pitchers for us. I’m not letting this opportunity slip by us.” She then looked back to Fluttershy, one eye brow cocked and her smirk pulled back and up so far she showed teeth. “Unless you’re offering to stay for the next party.”

"N-no," Fluttershy managed to stammer out. Swearing that her breasts had started to creak, their size began to push her back, as if their volume could force her to stand upright again, so long as the table remained to keep her well balanced. The idea of using diner tables to support or bosom sent a spike of something up Fluttershy’s back, a mix of disdain and pleasure.

Middie clucked her tongue, drawing Fluttershy’s attention just as she rolled her eyes. “And I’d have made sure you were so comfortable.”

A small, nervous laugh escaped Fluttershy’s mouth. Flattering as the thought was, she had other duties, a job to do that didn’t involve all the eyes and hands all over here—

Wait, hands? Those weren’t Polomare’s, nor Middie’s or her own resting and pressing on the sides and top of her tits. Her neighbours had got their mitts on her, too, too distracted to notice the one or two hands clamouring for a grope of their exposed tits.

“Mare, I wish I could get as big as this.” The one from earlier who had told Fluttershy of the enchantment spoke. “Price to pay for being a guy, I suppose.”

Curiosity pulled at Fluttershy’s eyebrows, and she felt tension build across her face as emotions and sensations pulled the muscles in far too many directions. She actually glanced down, noticing the busty boy’s bulge in his slacks. Not big, nowhere the size of some mare’s, some like Suri herself, but noticeable all the same.

She caught herself sucking in a little drool and looked back into his eyes just for long enough to see him wink, and then a galaxy exploded in her vision.

The sound of milky jets hitting the bottoms of plastic pitchers rang. She’d filled a bucket before, privately, away from prying eyes. It just got a little irritating, and she hadn’t exactly filled it far, nowhere to capacity.

Through one eye, squinting and blurry, Fluttershy barely made out the top of a pitcher over her ballooned cleavage. It filled with her milk at an alarming rate, cups of the stuff. She was sure there was another pressed to the other teat, judging by the could sensation ringing her nipple.

Right as the pitcher started to overfill, the curvaceous waitress holding it pulled back, and a bouquet of hands holding tumblers and wine glasses jerked into its place.

Too many hands. She’d drawn a good number of the party guests, faces she’d tried to avoid through her faintest attempt at anonymity. Some recognised her, and those that didn’t would from then on, if and when she had to cross paths with them in the future. A temporal thrill for a later date, a new note to dance around.

Her thighs felt slick, the warm, moistness of arousal barely felt except in how easy it made Fluttershy to slide one leg past the other, squirming on the spot. She’d unintentionally made a name for herself now. Fluttershy, Suri Polomare’s milk keg. A title she’d wear reluctantly and without admission, with pleasure too.

She endured the crowd’s indulgence. More pitchers floated away, a half dozen that Fluttershy could count, and then more besides when she forgot what numbers were. The electric buzz permeating her being, the wild, bucking pleasure that sent a twitch through her hips made it impossible to count, to properly form any thoughts other than bearing with the pleasure and awkwardness.

There was also a mix of shame and pride, the fact Polomare had taken her as a trophy, had successfully shown her off to all her upper crust peers.

In her procession to turning into a whimpering, whining blob of a mare, Fluttershy sunk into herself, becoming nothing more than all those sensations, the pair of walking tits that she was. Just let somepony else carry them, do the thinking for her. She could just pop sugary pills, grow and stretch and swell to her heart’s content.

She opened her mouth, to squeak out a word or three, whatever she could. The air tasted thick with her arousal and sweat, her proximity to herself overpowering the smoke and musk that permeated the room before.

Instead, Fluttershy squeaked as someone turned her hand over and pushed it across her bosom. Polomare curled Fluttershy’s hands around the transparent, plastic bag, then gave the mare a sultry wink.

She said something, indicating Fluttershy’s eventual freedom. Fluttershy didn’t take the words in, instead twitchingly turning the baggie over between her fingers.

A label. A logo. A lead. Bon Bon’s Bon Bons.

A shaky smile split Fluttershy’s face, and she let it fall into her cleavage with the most shameless moan she’d allowed herself in months.

Author's Note

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