Daring Do stared down the length of the final chamber. Her eyes darted from side to side, calculating, evaluating. After years of infiltrating temples, she’d started to know what expect.

There in the corner? Spike floor. They’d pop up and skewer her the second she hit that gray tile. First row past the entrance? There’d undoubtedly be a mechanism hidden beneath to crumble the floor the second she laid hoof on it. It probably led to lava. It seemed like it was a popular design choice for ancient Equestrian civilizations. Everypony liked lava.

She just wished at least one of them would’ve tried for something original.

All in all, though, it seemed like a pretty tame setup. Daring squinted out over the room, and just barely caught a glint of light at the end of it. It was never a good idea to get cocky this late in a temple search—and especially not when Caballeron and his goons were still after her—but she couldn’t help the smirk that curved her muzzle when that faint little glimmer resolved into the full, purple glint of the Sugilite Statuette.

She spat on each of her hooves and rubbed them together. It was long past time to get to work. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the sound of voices in the distance, but her conscious mind filtered them out. Goons could wait. There were relics to be rescued.

It wasn’t difficult to make it past the lava tiles; an earth pony or unicorn might’ve set them off without noticing, but two flaps of Daring’s wings cleared the space with ease.

She landed lightly on her front hooves just past them and dusted herself off. Honestly, it was like ancient pony civilizations hadn’t even known about pegasi or something. She wondered if -

That line of thought got shut down real quick. Treasure now; historical pontification later. She glanced back over her shoulder at the spike-floor corner. It was easy to see now the dark bulge in the shadows that most other ponies might have mistaken for the real pedestal—and, by extension, the real Statuette. Most ponies wouldn’t have been able to see the glint in the distance. Most ponies would have ambled over to the more enticing, close corner, and would have become pony shish-kebabs in about half a second. But Daring Do wasn’t most ponies.

She flew to just above the pedestal, her eyes straining to see through the darkness, but catching nothing out of place. She frowned. Huh. Most temples would have had some kind of airborne tripwire or something, but it seemed like those two traps were the only ones present. Maybe the ancient Ponyans had just been cheap or something.

Her wings flapped at a steady pace, keeping her hovering just above the pedestal. The Sugilite Statuette—depicting a strange, Diamond Dog-like figure bearing four arms and holding a gem above its head—glinted softly beneath the light of the glowstick attached to her hip.

It was time to see whether the Ponyans had really skimped out on the trap market. Hovering a little farther away, and sucking her stomach in (just in case), Daring removed her hat and tossed it onto the ground beside the pedestal.

It held. She let go of the breath she’d been holding. Wow. The Ponyans must have been really cheap.

Still, less work for her. She hummed to herself as she alighted onto the ground and reached into her bag to get it open—

“Daring Do. I see you’ve found a present for me.”

Daring’s pupils dilated. She whirled around—just in time to miss a knife flying past her head. “Whoa!” she shouted. “Watch where you’re throwing those!”

Dr. Caballeron just chuckled darkly. He stood in the doorway, flanked by five goons—two pegasi, two earth ponies, and a unicorn. The two pegasi hovered in the air above him, each one burly, big, and mean-looking. A wave of fire was sweeping up the oil-filled gouges that had been carved into the walls, throwing the sanctum into a reddish, flickering illumination. From the torch held in the unicorn’s teeth, it was clear who’d done it. “But my friends, they like target practice, yes? And you make for such a fine target.”

Daring just growled and twisted in midair so that her body covered the pedestal. “You’re not getting the Statuette, Cabelleron!”

“Ah,” he said, “but I think I am. Ditz? Dutz?” The two pegasi rose a few inches higher into the air and scowled across the room at Daring. “Do you think you could retrieve Miss Do for me?”

“You got it, Boss,” one growled. The other one just spat onto the ground.

Daring glanced around the room hurriedly. Crap. That was the only exit, and it looked like it was blocked. She could try and speed past them through the door—but no, not with a unicorn guarding it. And it didn’t look like those two pegasi were going to let her pass, anyway.

She glanced back at the statuette. It glimmered brightly, and uselessly, back at her. Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Why did things always have to get so complicated?

As Caballeron kept talking—some kind of villainous monologue, she expected; he’d always loved those—she ran a tally in her head. Five ponies against one. One entrance, and no other exits. One scheming “mastermind,” and another fed-up adventurer. One ancient artifact that had to be protected—at any cost.

Come on. There had to be something she’d missed.

She was so caught up in planning out her next move that she almost missed it when Caballeron shouted a word—“Now!”, she later thought she remembered—and the two burly pegasi flung themselves at her through the air. She reflexively flung herself a few feet higher in the air as well, just out of their trajectory.

But the pegasi just kept going. With a start, Daring realized that they hadn’t been heading for her at all. They were going for the statue.

In a flash, Daring had changed her flight path. Faster than the blink of an eye, she found herself speeding toward the idol. Closer. Closer. Just a little bit faster—

Her hoof smacked against something hard. With a grunt, Daring grabbed the Sugilite Statuette off of its pedestal and clutched it to her chest. With barely any time to recover or redirect herself, she went tumbling to the ground, head over hoof. The two brutish pegasi sped over her, too big and sloppy to change direction.

Daring’s safety roll came to an abrupt stop when she smacked right up against the back wall of the sanctum. Stars flashed before her eyes. Her vision seemed to alternate between black and pure, glaring white. She finally came to, though, when she heard Caballeron shout.

“No!” he howled. “You imbeciles! You let her get the statue!”

Daring glanced woozily at him. There seemed to be three Caballerons in the distance, all shouting at her. Her head hurt. Why did it hurt? There was something on her stomach. Why did it feel so...warm?

Dr. Caballeron glared at her—and then, just as suddenly, froze. An expression of pure mirth replaced the look of horror on his face. Had she been slightly more lucid, Daring would have shuddered at his devilish grin. As it was, she was just barely beginning to grasp onto any lower-hanging semblance of sapience.

“Wait,” Caballeron said, his voice echoing in the chamber. “Daring Do has touched the idol. The curse—it is upon you!”

“Wha—?” Daring grunted. She tried to sit up and failed. “What curse?”

“The curse upon the Sugilite Statuette!” Caballeron scoffed. “You truly did not know of the curse? Pathetic! And now, by touching the Statuette, you have met your doom!”

Daring’s eyes snapped into focus, and she glared Caballeron down. “My doom? You’re just making this up. The curse is just a myth.”

“Is it?” he asked. “We’ll soon find out.”

Daring opened her mouth to retort—and then stopped, her eyes crossing again. Wait a minute. She felt weird…

“You see?” Caballeron cackled. “The curse, it is already taking effect. You’ve lost, Daring Do.”

Daring raised a hoof, blinked, and plopped back onto her haunches. The idol, still clutched in her right hoof, sagged against her stomach.

Her stomach felt queasy, and her gut felt almost like it were ready to jump out through her throat. More than that, though, she suddenly felt incredibly warm. It was like a fever burning through her body. Her limbs felt heavier and hotter, and her chest felt just about ready to burst.

She groaned aloud as the heat redoubled, now focused somewhere just above her crotch. Dr. Caballeron and his goons watched with wide eyes as a small bulge began to grow between Daring’s legs. Not moments later, a respectably-sized flaccid horsecock emerged from its swelling sheath and flopped onto Daring’s lap.

“What is this?” Caballeron hissed. The disgust was obvious in his voice. “The famed Daring Do, truly a—“

He cut himself short and shook his head. With a hoof on his collar, he forced himself to stand a little straighter. When he spoke again, his voice was harsher, most of the disgust gone from his tone. “It does not matter. Go, you louts—fetch the idol! Subdue Daring Do. Carefully.”

As the five henchponies started to advance—the unicorn and earth pony carefully stepping over the lava pit at Caballeron’s barked orders—Daring felt her vision starting to refocus. Her head was still throbbing, though, not only from the pain of smashing against the wall, but from a cloud of haze that seemed to fill her every thought.

With every foot that the stallions advanced, Daring’s cock grew a little bit until it was at its full size of nine inches. She’d never been one to discuss her more unique genitalia, and so it was clear why Caballeron had reacted as he did. Still, some part of her had always been somewhat proud of her package. As it throbbed, pressing the Statuette into her chest with its weight, Daring’s mind began to clear.

Her balls plopped out from her sheath, each a good two inches across. A pony more observant than Caballeron’s henchponies would have noted that they seemed to be swelling—and they would have been right. Slightly, almost imperceptibly, Daring’s nuts were pulsing, growing a few millimeters and then shrinking back down, but keeping a fraction of the size each time. Pinned between her rock-hard cock and her lean stomach, the Sugilite Statuette began to glow. A deep, purple light flashed forth from its depths.

And then, just like her package, Daring Do began to grow.

A pony sitting down is, on average, around three and a half feet tall—just under three-fourths its size when standing upright. A stallion might be a few inches taller; a tall stallion might even hit four feet sitting back on his haunches. As the henchponies surrounded her, Daring passed four feet sitting down, settling (for a moment) on four feet, two inches.

Had she been standing she likely would have been just over five and a half feet at the tip of her ears. That would have been more than tall enough to look down on most of the occupants of Equestria. Caballeron’s goons, both bulky enough and dumb enough not to notice much of a difference, continued their plan to “trap” the growing adventurer. But Daring didn’t stop there. Her growth surged again, and after a second growth spurt, she soon found herself blinking down at the approaching thugs from a comfortable height of six feet. She was still on her haunches.

Princess Luna herself was just around five-foot-seven; her sister, Celestia was around six feet even. Ponies that bred with species of horses were known to reach an inch or two above that, but not much more. As Daring staggered to her feet, her cock (which was, naturally, growing along with her) slapping against her belly, she was able to draw herself to her full height of six and a half feet. She was officially, by anypony’s records, the largest pony in Equestria.

Still, the goons didn’t stop coming. It was doubtful that they even knew what they were dealing with. Had she instead been cowering in the corner, Daring may well have felt somewhat afraid. But now, clutching the statuette in one hoof and standing tall with the other, she suddenly felt unstoppable.

Six and a half became seven. Eight feet. By now, just one of Daring’s hooves was as thick around as a pony’s torso, and she would have towered above the Princesses themselves. Her powerful muscles rolled and flexed as she inched upward. The flickering of the temple lights cast shadows across her enormous, toned form. It gave her an almost mystical, dangerous look. And, if there was one thing Caballeron and his thugs would soon discover, it was that the new and improved Daring Do was nothing if not dangerous.

She passed eight feet. By now, two mares would have had to stand on each other’s shoulders just to look her in the eye. Nine feet. The ceiling was starting to look a lot closer than it once had. Ten feet. Eleven -

Daring’s growth finally tapered off just under twelve feet. A distant, yet all too near rumbling in the temple’s walls, though, seemed to promise much more to come. As Daring’s thoughts cleared, and she registered that she was looking down on the approaching goons, a smile spread across her face. This was unexpected…

...but certainly not unwelcome.

With a grunt, the first of the pegasi smacked into Daring’s broad, heavy-set chest. He fell to the ground, groaning. As he blinked up at her, one hoof to his head, she held up the Sugilite Statuette in her own. It now looked almost silly—like a foal’s toy—in her oversized hoof, but it should have been clear to anypony that it was anything but.

“Looking for this?” Daring asked, grinning. The stallion looked so small beneath her. If this was what the Statuette did… Well. She could certainly get used to it.

The stallion stared. “B-boss,” he said, his deep voice suddenly sounding much higher. “B-boss! She g-got big!”

“Idiot!” Caballeron’s voice cut through the room like a whip. “I can see that! Fall back! Don’t touch her! The curse—“

Daring just leered down at the tiny little stallion. By now, her growing cock had reached its full size. Its flared head bobbed gently beneath her chest, her heavy balls sloshing and swaying between her back legs. “Go on,” she purred, though a larger, louder purr had never been heard in all of Equestrian history. “Doesn’t the curse...scare you?”

The thug took one good, long look at Daring’s member. It was throbbing, both with arousal and with the residual power of the Sugilite Statuette. A drop of pre nearly as big as his head beaded at the tip, quivered for a moment, and then splattered on the floor.

That did it. With a shriek, the henchpony darted away into the air, making for the exist. Daring would have laughed had she not been suddenly overcome with another wave of arousal. She plopped back onto her haunches, her massive member bumping against her chest.

“Curse you!” Dr. Caballeron’s voice echoed in her ears along with the sound of galloping hooves. “Curse you, Daring Do!” Somewhere in the back of her mind, Daring registered the tattered remains of her vest on the ground beside her. Darn it. She’d liked that vest. And where was her hat…?

But something drew her away from her mourned wardrobe. That something, specifically, seemed to be her cock. Daring just stared it down for a moment. It seemed to fill the entirety of her vision, and for a second—just a single, pregnant second, as she stretched her hooves out toward it—it filled the entirety of her world.

Her hooves touched the tip. A shiver went down Daring’s spine, and the growth began anew.

Her head began to creep upward once more. Each second, her limbs reached a little farther, her grip a little wider. It was probably a good thing. As fast as she grew, it looked like her package was growing just a small bit faster. It creeped up her chest, her thick, flared head bobbing slightly as her massive balls slowly pushed her legs apart. Daring bit her lip and tightened her hooves around her thickening shaft. She started with a jerk, then a tug—and then arousal took over.

She passed nine feet without a sweat. By ten feet, Caballeron would have barely come up to her belly. By the time she hit twelve feet, her cock would have towered over a normal-sized pony, and each one of her balls would’ve made a fat pony feel small. The drops of precum leaking from her tip were each the size of a bowling ball, and with each passing second, her balls churned just a bit louder. Soon, the twenty-foot ceiling of the sanctum started to seem a lot smaller than it used to.

Daring groaned. All of her attention was focused on her cock—that, and the sensation of growth that by now was filling her entire body. The more aroused she got, the faster she grew. The bigger she got, the more her bulk, her size, her power turned her on. Soon, she’d passed fifteen feet, and twenty feet didn’t seem so far away anymore.

Her hooves pumped up and down the length of her cock, her leaking pre providing all of the lubrication she could ever need. Her shaft throbbed appreciatively under her touch, each vein of its length perfectly pronounced. Daring shivered as a wave of endorphins exploded in the back of her brain. Faster and faster she rubbed, her cock visibly growing relative to the rest of her body until it was scraping up against the bottom of her chin.

Daring paused for a moment to stare at the pillar of stallionhood before her. It bobbed slightly, a thick line of precum running down its side like a stream. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of her own musk. Her cock swayed, almost as if it were teasing her. Come closer, it seemed to say. Have a taste. Feel me. Embrace me.

Daring slowly leaned forward until her massive head was directly beneath her muzzle. With her lips just barely pursed, she planted a long, slow kiss on the tip. Another wave of endorphins exploded in her mind as she drew her muzzle away, a thin line of saliva running from her cocktip to her mouth. The feel of that warm, moist surface… Her cock throbbed again, spurting out what could have easily been a gallon of precum. Without even thinking about it, Daring Do opened her muzzle wide and dove right in.

Her jaw creaked uncomfortably around her width. She groaned a little, trying to adjust her tongue to get a better fit. Still, she almost couldn’t imagine a better feeling: the feeling of that huge, hot shaft filling up her mouth. Her tongue did its best to waggle along the underside of her tool, but it was just too thick, too huge for there to be any space for it to get any real work done. Instead, the real pleasure came from her mouth and throat, her muzzle diving down hungrily as far as it could—just until her cock hit the back of her throat, spurting out another wave of precum, which she happily gulped down—before she pulled it back up, suckled on the tip for a moment, and then went right back down.

She’d now passed twenty feet, and each time her head came up to the tip of her cock, it hit the ceiling of the sanctum. As huge and strong as she was, the impact didn’t bother her—yet each collision set the rest of the temple shaking. Soon, as Daring reached twenty-five feet in height, she found that she needed to bend over to fit inside of the room; when she hit thirty, she found herself lying down, with her cock pointing directly through the back of her throat toward the exit of the chamber. There wasn’t one chance in a million that Daring, as enormous as she now was, could have fit through that door.

But something else might.

Slowly, with each crash of Daring’s hips against the stone floor, the ground of the temple began to rumble.

“You!” Caballeron jabbed a hoof down a side hall. “Check down there!”

One of the pegasus brothers—he’d be damned if he could remember their names at this point—flew down to the end of the branching corridor. “Turns into a dead end!” he hollered back.

“Blast!” Caballeron glared down at the map in his hoof. This shouldn’t have been possible. Following it had gotten them inside well enough. But heading out… All the halls had changed, the chambers shifted. How could this be possible? The Ponyans had never been reported to possess magic this advanced.

His grinding teeth were audible to the other stallions surrounding him—thugs, Caballeron thought, writing them off, and not worth consulting for a plan. They all stared at him blankly, save for the unicorn. Grimly or Grimey; he’d had something stupid for a name.

“Uh, boss?”

“What?” Caballeron snapped.

“We still gettin’ out of here?”

“Of course we are!” He bared his teeth. Even though the unicorn had a good half a foot on Caballeron, he still stumbled back a step, wilting slightly beneath the force of the doctor’s glare. “Now, if only you simpletons—“

“Hey, boss?”

He rounded on the pegasus brothers. “What?”

The taller one pointed down at the floor. There was a look of both concern and confusion on his face. “The ground’s shakin’, boss.”

Caballeron’s chest heaved a few more times. As his breathing quieted, he felt his face paling. Shaking…

He actually registered his surroundings for the first time in five minutes. In the distance, he could almost hear a pony grunting—a sound of power, of size, and of sex. Soon, his face looked completely white. He could almost hear it now: that shaking, that shuddering, that awful hum of tension and pressure—

“Run, you fools!” he said. “Find the exit! We must escape!”

Daring Do was cramped.

Her body had grown to fill almost every inch of the chamber. She couldn’t even tell how large she’d grown, as lying down had long since given in to squeezing in, with her legs folded in over her stomach. Somehow, though, her tight quarters had only increased her arousal. Her twitching legs now constantly stimulated her growing, swollen balls. Her upper knees were wrapped tight around her shaft—well, what part of it they could reach, anyway—and the overall sensation of tightness, growth, and power was intoxication.

She panted as a few more “drops” of precum spurted from her tip. The lower part of her face was already dripping with pre, and it was easy to tell how her cock had grown over time: it’d left a steady, growing trail of precum from her chest all the way to her forehead. She wondered how difficult it would be to take it in her muzzle again, now. Hugging her throbbing, spurting shaft to her chest, she ran her tongue up and down the length of her head. The tip reached somewhere just above her forehead. Each time she felt her cock pulse beneath her grip, she took a moment to lick the pre off of her face, which only made more room for the next spurt.

Her balls were sloshing and churning more loudly than ever. Her whole body felt electrified, magnetized to follow every twitch and pulse of her cock. She’d grown so large that she dominated every inch of this tiny little chamber. Meanwhile, her package had grown large enough to dominate every inch of her.

She groaned and she licked; she moaned and she squirmed. She humped her own cock, she humped the ceiling, she humped the air. Her massive hooves, each of which could hold a full-grown pony without too much trouble, could barely reach around the width of her package. But she could feel it coming: that rising, inevitable tension; that feeling of pressure; that building, growing sensation of need, of tightness, as though she were balancing over the edge of a precipice—

Daring bit her lip and closed her eyes, inching herself ever closer toward the edge. Her enormous balls retracted a few feet, pulling against her groin as her growing legs spread ever wider -

- the walls creaking and groaning—

- cracks spiderwebbing across the ceiling and floor—

- her body seizing up as a sensual inferno burned through her veins—

- and then Daring Do erupted.

Her first shot smashed through the wall beside the door, widening it considerably. The second, the child of a spasming cock, splattered all over the ceiling. By the time Daring managed to get her throbbing, pulsating cock under control, she was firing load after load of thick, white cum over her head—and right through the door of the sanctum.

Daring twisted around her cock, each errant twitch of her sides knocking down more and more of the chamber’s walls. Her orgasm just kept on going, her enormous (both relatively and absolutely) balls looking like they had no end to reach. Dozens—no, hundreds of gallons of hot mare seed shot from her member per second. Soon, there was a steady, ever-growing stream of cum flooding through the chamber door -

- and still, her orgasm continued.

“Boss!”

“What?” Caballeron snapped. Sweat was streaming down his forehead. He glanced left and right, evaluating each new corridor. He was panting, he realized. Why was he panting? “What?”

“Look.”

Caballeron whipped his head back over his shoulder to deliver a truly scalding remark—and froze in place. There was a wave of...some milky-white substance rushing around the last bend in the corridor.

The sweat on his forehead redoubled. His nostrils flared as they took in the scent of pure, unadulterated musk. No. It couldn’t be.

But then he remembered the shaking. The grunting. The far-too-clear image of Daring Do in his mind, her growing package on full display.

“No!” Caballeron shouted. And then the wave of Daring’s cum crashed over him.

Daring groaned. She felt tired and sore. Her vision had gone white. And what was that huge weight on her chest?

She grunted as she rolled over onto her side. The weight followed with her, falling off of her chest and smacking against the ground. There was another weight—this one between her legs, forcing them slightly apart. Daring squinted, her vision slowly resolving as she emerged from her post-orgasm haze.

Her cock bobbed happily beside her, already fully hard again. A rope of cum as thick as a young tree ran from her slit all the way down to the ruins beneath her. It twitched beneath her hot, moist breath.

Daring squinted—ruins? Those chunks of mossy stone certainly looked like the Ponyan temple. But why was she so far above them?

Then she realized that the world around her really was white—to a point. After what looked like only a few yards—to her, at least—the thick, creamy white became a much darker green. That was when Daring realized that she was looking at on the trees of the Ponyan forest—and, moreover, that she was looking down at some of them.

The Ponyans—

The Statuette -

Suddenly panicked, she rolled over onto her belly. The ground shook beneath her great weight, which now must have measured in the hundreds or even thousands of tons. The greatest of the Ponyan trees had only a hundred or so feet on her now, and she was as tall as (if not taller than!) most of the rest. Her enormous cock also rolled beneath her, and she grunted as she felt its throbbing mass pushing against her gut. Still, it was a nice vantage point to have: lying on her gigantic shaft, her legs spread out on all sides, and staring down at the clearing around her.

It didn’t take long for her to find the Sugilite Statuette. Something in it seemed to...call to her, she felt. She’d never been one for superstitions or mysticism, but she knew enough about ancient pony magic to just take it for granted for now. One fifteen-foot hoof scooped it up, and she goggled at how small it looked.

It actually had grown alongside her, at least a bit. Yet at Daring’s size, a thrice-as-big Statuette looked much the same as the original. She turned it over in her hoof, reflecting on its power in her mind.

It—the idol—had done all this. To her. For her. For Daring’s mind was starting to reject the idea of the Statuette’s spell as a curse, and beginning to accept it as an improvement. She recalled that sensation of growth, of power, of outgrowing, and shivered all over. She wondered how big she was now.

She wondered how big she could get.

Far beneath her, Dr. Caballeron was emerging from a stupor of his own. While Daring’s had been the symptom of an explosive orgasm, though, his had been the result of something much less enjoyable.

He remembered a scream—his own, perhaps? Then the wave: the crashing, white, hot wave. Then hitting his head on something. Then...nothing. And what was this vast, white field spread out beneath him?

Groaning, Caballeron picked himself up—and froze. Something large, wet, and warm had just dropped onto his head. He slowly wiped it off with a hoof, staring at the giant, fleshy wall standing before him.

Then he looked up, and realized that it wasn’t a wall.

Daring Do’s cock towered above him like a titan, her cockslit alone large enough for him to fit inside. It had to have been—he ran a rough calculation, eyeing the trees on the border of the clearing—at least twenty feet wide! And the thing that had hit him…

He swallowed, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He could already see another enormous drop of precum beading on the tip of that enormous cock. Daring Do.

She towered above the clearing, a giant amongst ants. Caballeron suddenly felt the sensation that many ponies in Equestria had written of upon meeting the princess-goddess Celestia: a feeling of creeping, utter insignificance beside a thing of incredible size and power. Daring Do may not have been the size of the sun, but then again, neither was Celestia. And yet…

He would have ground his teeth had he not feared drawing the attention of the mighty explorer upon himself. And yet. Daring Do was not the size of the sun yet. The very thought chilled his veins. But the ancient Ponyans had wrangled with powerful magics. Who was to say that they had not happened upon something that they could not contain?

Ancient civilizations and forbidden artifacts were often so for a reason, after all.

His heart caught in his throat, Caballeron turned and ran.

Something twitching on the ground caught Daring’s eye. She blinked, then grinned. Far below, on the ground beneath her, a group of five ponies was fleeing the scene of the temple. It took some squinting, but she managed to distinguish Dr. Caballeron at their head. His henchponies weren’t too hard to make out after that.

Her grin became something more like a snarl as she realized just how small they looked to her now. With a mighty grunt, she pulled herself to her hooves, her cock slapping against her belly.

Her wings flexed behind her, each one easily thirty feet across. As she pulled herself up to her full height—ninety feet, give or take a dozen feet—she glanced back at them, thought for a moment, and then snorted. Sure, she could see if her wings would hold her at this size, but rampaging after the escaping temple raiders seemed like a much more fun prospect. Slower? Probably. But with how big she’d gotten…

The first of Daring’s steps was unsteady. She was still adjusting to her new size, and the way her enormous limbs flung out before her. Her second was more measured, and by her third, the trees were shaking at her enormous weight. Pound. Pound, went the earth beneath her hooves. When she lifted up her hoof to take yet another step—covering more distance in one step than Caballeron had covered in twenty—she left a house-sized crater behind. Seeing the effect of her size on the environment thrilled her. But as she placed the Sugilite Statuette carefully on her back, she wondered again how much larger she could get.

Eighty feet was starting to feel mighty small.

Daring set off after Caballeron at a casual stroll. Each one of her hoofsteps sent a thunderclap through the forest; each roll of her massive shoulders sent trees crashing to the ground. It was clear that the much smaller ponies were running for their lives, but at Daring’s size, a single gargantuan step was more than able to start closing the distance.

She saw Caballeron glance back over his shoulder and smirked. She picked up her pace a little, now settling into a light jog as she smashed through the Ponyan forest. Her stallionhood slapped up against her belly and lower chest, her balls refilling with each step. Soon, she could feel them pushing her legs apart, her taint stretching with their sheer weight. Biting her lip did nothing to reduce the arousal that was rapidly building inside of her.

But now, she was almost upon them. With another enormous stride, Daring found herself towering above the scrambling henchponies. She let out a bark of laughter, which echoed off the trees and faraway mountains with a rumble, and slashed one hoof through the underbrush at the escaping party, hoping to catch Caballeron in her grip. She gritted her teeth as her hoof smashed through a tree on the upswing, struggling to push away a sudden flare of heat between her legs.

But when she lifted her hoof to her face, she didn’t find Caballeron. A quick glance below her showed that he was scrambling over a fallen tree, his pathetic little limbs heaving him across the forest floor. What she’d picked up instead was one of the earth ponies, who was currently shouting and squirming as he tried to struggle a way out of her grip.

Daring pulled him up in front of her face and sneered. “Well, you don’t look like the Doc,” she said, “but…”

Another flare of arousal went through her, her cock giving a mighty throb. Daring actually grunted as her cock spewed a few hundred gallons of precum out over the forest. Caballeron just barely managed to miss being hit with a glob of pre the size of a wagon.

Daring licked her lips. A thick, red blush had covered her cheeks as her arousal overrode her common sense. “But,” she continued, murmuring and staring lustfully at the small, squirming earth pony, “I think you’ll do.”

With that, she plopped back on her haunches, her stallionhood springing up proudly before her. She’d grown a bit over the course of the chase, hitting around ninety feet. Her cock was somewhat more proportionate now, reaching “only” to the space beneath her chin, yet on a normal pony she’d still likely be one of the most well-endowed in Equestria.

But Daring didn’t particularly care for size comparisons at the moment. All that mattered to her in this instant was her throbbing cock, her vast, sloshing balls, and the tiny little stallion that was going to help her get off.

“Lick,” she ordered, holding him to the side of her shaft. His squirming once again proved useless.

“Lick,” she said again, raising an eyebrow, “or you wind up somewhere much less pleasant.” She shifted her haunches on the ground for emphasis, grinding deep craters into the earth.

With a start, the stallion immediately began rubbing his tongue up and down the pathetic area of Daring’s shaft that he could reach. It wasn’t as though he could do any real work on her, but the power she had over him still thrilled her.

“Not good enough,” she said. “You’ve got…” She massaged her aching balls tenderly, feeling the vast stores of cum churning within. “Thirty seconds, let’s say, to get me off.”

Instantly, the stallion threw himself against Daring’s cock with all the force he could muster: humping, hugging, nipping, licking, kissing. She actually raised the other eyebrow, feeling her cock throb appreciatively as his entire body ground up against her member. She’d almost felt that last one.

“Good effort.” He paused, breathing hard. She grinned at his hopeful look. “But not good enough.”

She barely gave him time to register his horror before she took her shaft in both hooves—the stallion still held in her right—and began to jerk off even harder than before.

Up and down the stallion went, his entire body now good for nothing more than something soft to grind against her massive, gigantic cock. Daring’s haunches rolled on the ground as her balls sloshed and swelled, setting the ground around her shaking. Soon, more and more precum was dripping from her tip, drooling down the sides of her cock and—at least once—nearly drowning the stallion she was using as a toy.

It was almost sad, really. He hadn’t been fast enough to keep up with his fellows, so now he was nothing more than something to give her pleasure.

Too bad for him. Better for her. Daring gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel the tension at the base of her cock again, that rising promise of release.

But she could feel something else, too: a warmth, rising not only in her stallionhood, but in the rest of her body as well. As Daring Do jerked off for all she was worth, grinding the tiny stallion against her cock, she began to grow once more. And grow. And grow.

Ninety feet became one hundred. Then twenty more feet. Then fifty. Soon, she towered over every tree in the forest, even sitting down. She hit two hundred feet in height and just kept on growing, her cock and balls throbbing happily with each inch she gained. She could feel it. She was getting closer. Just a little bit more…

It wasn’t long before Dr. Caballeron reached the little village where he and his thugs had set up shop. He nearly collapsed on the ground from relief at the sight of the little inn where he’d been staying. So close to safety. Surely Daring Do wouldn’t follow him here and risk harming one of her precious little civilians.

His muzzle curling into a smirk, Caballeron leaned up against a wall and panted. Sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his lungs felt about ready to give out. Still, though he’d apparently reached safety—the hoofsteps of the crazed giantess had stopped shaking the earth minutes ago—the image of a towering, gigantic Daring Do atop her massive, throbbing package filled his mind. Shaking his head did no good in clearing the image away. It—she dominated all of his thoughts with her size. In fact, he could almost swear that he could still smell her musk...

He spat on the ground at the sight of his henchponies and drew his muzzle back in a snarl. “Slow,” he hissed. “Sloppy. Where’s Gold Dig?”

The other earth pony—Silver Pick—looked positively crestfallen. “I—she got him, sir,” he panted. “Just swept him out of the sky. I couldn’t stop her.”

As well he couldn’t, the idiot. Had he paused, he would have become a victim of her curse as well. Caballeron scowled and ran through their situation in his mind. The temple was compromised, and the artifact seemingly lost. His buyer would be disappointed. Perhaps, later, when Daring Do had lost sight of him, he could go back and search the area…

“Boss.”

“What?” he snapped. A long line of calculations snapped to bits beneath the weight of one fool’s idiocy. “What do you want?”

“Boss,” Silver Pick said. He was pointing somewhere above the inn with a shaking hoof. “Look.”

With an overwhelming sense of deja vu, Caballeron slowly turned and looked up...and up, and up, and up. A moment later, he heard something squeak. It took two additional moments to realize that it had been him.

Like a titan amongst ants, Daring Do towered above the landscape, hundreds of feet tall. The rational part of Caballeron’s mind estimated her at around three hundred, maybe four hundred feet, but every mammalian instinct was screaming at him to run, to flee, to get the bloody hell out of here.

His eyes bulged from their sockets. Every foot, every inch of Daring Do’s upper body could be seen for what looked like miles around, so enormous had she become. Her stallionhood absolutely dominated the landscape; it had grown again until it poked just above her head, drooling a steady river of precum. There was no sign, of course, of poor lost Gold Dig, but Caballeron had better things to do than scrutinize that gigantic figure for a single speck. Instead, he was staring at the two mammoth testicles that rose just above the treeline, pushing Daring Do’s legs wide apart as her mountainous shaft throbbed. Something was stirring between his legs, and he wasn’t entirely sure of whether he approved.

Mountainous shaft. The word struck him like a bolt of lightning. Oh, perhaps it looked like a mountain from here—like a towering, titanic monument to the heavens—but one more glance at those swollen, massive nuts told him that he’d been actually looking at something different the entire time: a volcano.

Then he caught the smell of musk again, and realized that no, he hadn’t been imagining it. With wide, panicked eyes, he glanced back up at Daring’s member and realized, with dawning horror, the fat, straining bulge at the base of her cock. Then he saw it twitch.

“Everypony!” He didn’t even realize that he’d spoken until the words had exploded from his mouth. “Take cover!”

Mt. Do began to rumble.

Daring’s pumps grew faster and faster as she herself grew, passing three hundred—no, four hundred feet. As the tension in her cock and the pressure in her balls mounted, she felt her growth reaching a peak as well. Come on, her body seemed to be saying, soaring up to the heavens. Five hundred feet isn’t so far away. By four hundred and fifty, and with a two hundred-foot cock, it certainly didn’t.

Her crashing hips had by now left enormous craters in the ground, which only grew bigger and bigger as her massive flank swelled to swallow up more and more of the earth below. Trees crashed and fell beneath her, her growing body carving out more and more of the landscape beneath it.

And her cock grew with it. Soon, she was hugging her shaft, jerking herself off with every part of her body. Her thick, muscled thighs squeezed her balls lightly together, and felt her sloshing cum swell and churn in response. It wasn’t long before she felt the growing bulge at the base of her cock, the river of precum slowing and then stopping as her entire body prepared for the grand finale.

Daring Do closed her eyes and squeezed her shaft against her chest as she went into overtime. She was so close. She couldn’t stop. Had to keep going. The pressure built and built, growing until even the Canterlot Dam could have held it back no longer -

And neither could Daring.

With a roar of pleasure that shook the earth and heavens alike, Daring’s cock exploded with cum. Her head flared out, growing nearly a quarter in size as a veritable ocean of her hot, thick seed flooded through it. Ropes of cum that more resembled trees or rivers blasted into the sky, spreading out for miles and miles by the thrusting force of Daring’s awesome cock. But more of it went nearly straight up—and descended nearly straight down, right over the small village she’d been facing before she went off.

Daring’s hips jerked irrhythmically, slamming against the ground as her entire body was swept up in orgasm. She was panting, groaning, jerking, and every twitch of her body seemed to squeeze another river of cum from her vast, sloshing depths. On and on she came, shooting blast after blast of cum into the sky—and still, more came.

And more fell, raining onto the small village like meteors from above.

Far, far below Daring’s jerking hips, Caballeron was staring up at the descending mass of cum with a look of absolute horror. It slowly grew closer and closer, a great shadow falling over the village as it teased them with its incredible size.

He swallowed, curled up on the ground, and waited for the end to come.

The cum finally stopped coming.

As the last spurt of cum erupted from her cock, Daring Do shuddered, leaned her head back, and fell back onto the forest below. The land shook beneath her gigantic weight. Now, at the end of her growth, she had reached an astounding size of just over five hundred feet, and must have weighed thousands of tons. A small subsection of the forest collapsed beneath her as the ground shook. Her mountain of a cock, still throbbing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, stood above her as a monument to her size and virility. A few ropes of cum still clung to her tip, running all the way down to the village far below.

Daring lay there for a minute or so. Her chest was heaving, and sweat and cum alike dripped down her body. For now, she was content just to bask in the afterglow. A small part of her wondered where the stallion she’d used to pleasure herself had gone—but, then again, he was far too small to be of any consequence to her any more.

And then she remembered another pony—too small to be a physical consequence to her anymore, admittedly. But as a matter of pride…

Done with resting, Daring hauled herself to her hooves—the ground splitting around them as she collided with the earth below—and, after taking a second to recover the Statuette—made her way over to the village. She had only to take three enormous steps, and she’d arrived.

She glanced over the cum-soaked village, searching. Whole buildings had been swallowed up in globs of her sticky white seed, and almost looked like winter had come early to the tropical village. But as thick as her musk was in the air, Daring’s member didn’t even twitch. She was looking for something.

Finally, she spotted it: the good doctor Caballeron, caught on a roof in a wagon-sized glob of spooge. A smirk on her face, she reached down with one giant hoof, and—very carefully—scooped the blob of cum up into the air and held it in front of her gigantic muzzle.

“Hello, Caballeron,” she said. Her voice echoed across the landscape. Beneath her gaze, Caballeron groaned, stirring, struggling within the mass of spooge trapping him. “Looks like you’re in a bit of a sticky situation.”

He froze and glared up at her, unwilling—or perhaps unable—to say a word. She just chuckled.

“Good thing for you that it looks like we’ll be heading the same way.” She grinned. “North. Someplace where you can get your just desserts.”

Caballeron’s eyes widened, and he began his struggle anew. It looked so pathetic, so pitiful, so small. He was barely an ant to her. Daring’s grin just widened.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she said. “You might get out of there, but the ground’s a long way away.”

Caballeron paled.

“So I’ll just need a safe place to leave you for the trip back.” She feigned thought for a moment, and then smirked down at him. “I think I’ve got it.” Carefully, she lowered her hoof down to her swaying cock, and—taking care not to squish him against her shaft—smeared the blog of cum against her massive slit. It wobbled there for a moment, but held fast.

“That should keep you still for a while,” she said. “Or at least until I decide to stop off to unload next.” She grinned toothily down at her bobbing cock. “Just try not to fall out.

“Or,” she added, almost as an afterthought, “fall in.”