Fluttershy awoke to the sensation of two large weights resting directly on her chest.

She blinked lazily, content to simply watch the sunlight filtering through the curtains. She loved watching the little motes of dust drifting across her room, illuminated by the morning sun.

After about fifteen seconds of relaxation, though, she felt a light thumping on her stomach. She couldn't see him, but she knew who it'd be. Fluttershy sighed. Angel wanted to be fed, and he wasn't about to take "no" for an answer.

She took a moment to steady herself, then swept her legs off to the side just as she heaved herself up. The two weights on her chest provided no small amount of resistance, but she'd had practice with this. Other ponies didn't wake up with two fifty-pound weights dangling from their bosom every morning. Fluttershy was more than familiar with the phenomenon.

With her feet dangling over the side of her bed, Fluttershy curled her hands in her lap and glanced over her side at Angel. The little white bunny had jumped off her belly the second he'd felt her moving, and was currently standing on her depressed pillow. He was tapping his foot impatiently.

Fluttershy couldn't resist smiling down at him and patting his little fluffy head impatiently. She rested her left arm on her impressive bosom as she petted him with her right. Angel pouted at first, but then let out a sound not dissimilar to purring.

Fluttershy turned her attention back to her bust. Oh, dear. Her lips thinned as she hefted her heavy breasts with either hand, noting how much heavier they felt than the last night. It seemed they'd grown again. She picked up her discarded bra from the floor beside her bed and held it against her chest.

Somehow, she'd managed to find a bra big enough to hold them after the last time they'd had a big spurt—a "SIZE CHART" cup was, unsurprisingly, difficult to shop for. But now even that felt tight around her chest. She sighed again, then got up out of bed. Her magnificent knockers bounced against her upper belly. Another pony would have had trouble merely standing with their weight, but Fluttershy's back muscles had long since learned to compensate.

She'd never been an attractive filly, when she was younger, but puberty had hit her like a freight train. Not in the "lose-the-freckles" kind of way, admittedly, but she'd been mortified—and secretly pleased—when she'd woken up on her thirteenth birthday to a solid B-cup. Every year after that, her breasts had continued to grow. Now, nine years later, her boobs were still growing...and it looked like they weren't ready to slow down anytime soon.

Fluttershy sighed, then set the bra neatly back down onto her bed. It might be a bit tight, but it would have to do until she found something better. As she pulled her bathrobe down from its hook and swung it over her shoulders—even the extra-large one Rarity had bought her in Canterlot barely managed to reach around her finger-thick nipples—she gave her shoulders a little shrug and closed her eyes, savoring the vibrations that rippled through her supple titflesh. That, at least, was one good thing that had come from all this.

Fluttershy held the bathrobe tight around her as she made her way over to the bathroom. Her gallons of titflesh strained against the collar. She made it into the bathroom without much difficulty, and hummed a happy little tune to herself as she turned the shower on. Once the water was warm enough, she removed her bathrobe and let her two melons bounce free. She hung it up on the door and squeezed her way into the shower.

It was a tight fit, but not impossible. Fluttershy bit her lip as she felt the cold metal pinching against the sides of her breasts. It pushed a few rolls of titflesh forward, further toward her chest as she pushed to get inside. Finally, though, she felt her breasts slip through the door and bounce and jiggle fitfully. She sighed in relief, and followed up with the rest of her body.

The water was wonderfully hot, and fell down her body in rivulets and streams. Fluttershy took great pleasure in scrubbing herself clean, from the canyon-length cleavage between her breasts to her thick rump and thighs. Her hips weren’t quite as wide as her breasts, but they were just about the width of her shoulders, if not a few inches more. She wasn’t a chubby mare, by any means—her waist tapered off to a thin circle, right around her belly button—but it was clear that she brought new meaning to the words “foalbearing hips.”

She scrubbed gently at her rear, the supple, slick cheeks depressing and jiggling slightly with every stroke of her scrubber. She giggled to herself as she watched her butt bounce cutely; just a little poke of her finger was enough to spread a small system of waves across its surface. She let one hand meander down toward her legs, gasped slightly when she took a clump of flesh from her big, firm thighs and squeezed.

She stayed like that for a moment, the hot, steamy water running down her back as her slender fingers danced across her thick, matronly thighs and hips. Before she knew it, her other hand’s fingers were on her left breast. Her warm, supple breast sank a half-inch below the weight of her palm. She amused herself for a moment by pushing her breasts together and watching the water from the shower run into her cleavage, pooling there until she had a small “lake” about two inches deep. Then she let them go, and giggled nervously when that lake splashed down to the floor of the shower. It sent her breasts jiggling madly, and she flexed her two large butt cheeks on reflex.

“Mm,” Fluttershy murmured. Her hands crept toward her nipples, which were rapidly becoming erect. She moaned under her breath as she flicked her quarter-sized nipples from side to side, then moaned even lower when she felt the space between her legs quiver. She gave her nipples another squeeze and shivered. There was a warmth in her breasts; she could feel it throbbing steadily, the pleasure mounting as her breast grew to fill her hand even further. Gods, but that felt good. Maybe if she…

No, she told herself, catching that train of thought and holding it sternly in place. Angel was hungry, and the rest of her poor critters were probably waiting for her, too. She could take time to pleasure herself later; for now, she had responsibilities to take care of.

With a sigh, she turned the shower knob to “Off” and let the last streams of water run down her shoulders. She took a long, deep breath of the humid, steam-filled air, and idly fingered a few droplets of moisture still clinging to her bust. Then, eager to get dry, she opened the door to her shower and stepped through.

Or attempted to, at any rate. Fluttershy’s eyes opened wide when she realized that the doorframe was pushing against her bust again. This time, though, the amount of titflesh that had been pushed back by the force of the metal frame was double what it had been before. She grunted, tried to push herself through. The glass walls creaked and groaned, but she only managed to push her bigger breasts through the opening another two inches before she could go no further.

Her breasts were compacted together, the pressure impossibly tight. Thick folds of her breasts were piled up on either side of her bust, held in place by the shower frame. She tried to pull herself back into the shower. That didn’t work either. She’d somehow managed to wedge herself halfway through the opening: the bulk of her enormous breasts on one side, and the rest of her body on the other.

“Oh, dear,” she said. “Oh, dear, oh, dear.”

She squirmed against her breasts, pounded against the walls. No luck. After a minute or so of fruitless struggling, she was beginning to think she’d never get out of here—at least, not until her breasts grew big enough to crack the metal frame itself. Or until she starved. One of the two.

Fortunately, salvation came when the door to the bathroom creaked slowly open. Fluttershy paused in her struggles, then brightened when she saw Angel peeking around the door.

“Oh, Angel!” she said. The bunny frowned at her, then tapped his foot while patting his tummy. “Oh, I know you’re hungry. I’m hungry too. I’m just kind of”—she strained against her squashed breasts, then leaned against them, panting—”stuck.”

Angel tapped his foot a few more times. Then, he hopped on out of the bathroom. Not thirty seconds later, he returned with a small armada of woodland critters that Fluttershy recognized from her backyard. It took some pulling, some grunting, and quite a bit of elbow grease on everyone’s part, but soon enough, Fluttershy felt something slipping against her breasts. It didn’t hurt that some of the steam from her shower had cooled against her bust’s copious surface area, slickening it with moisture. All in all, with the critters’ help, it took only ten seconds of pulling before Fluttershy was pulled free.

She was yanked free with a shriek, and collapsed in a heap onto the floor. Several of the animals, which hadn’t been very lucky (or perhaps were luckier than the others), were covered by her twin mounds. They smacked down onto the floor beneath Fluttershy’s chest, propping her up like cushions and absorbing most of the force of the impact. Her massive breasts jiggled and bounced like crazy, ripples of vibration shuddering through her bust as her equally massive rump jiggled along.

“Oh, gosh,” Fluttershy gasped. She tried to heave herself off of the floor—and, therefore, off of the critters squished beneath her magnificent bust—but found her bust’s new weight rather difficult to lift. With a grunt, she managed to lift them off of the floor, just high enough for the rather squashed critters to escape. Then she heaved herself up into a sitting position, and flinched as the massive weight of her breasts collided with her chest.

She sat there for a moment, getting her breath back. She eyed her bust sadly.

Where before her enormous N-cup boobs had sagged down to her belly button, her new (she put them, on a whim, at around a U-cup) bust actually rested against the inside of her thighs when she was sitting with her legs crossed. Her titflesh spread out across her thighs while her underboob pressed against her belly. She had to lean forward a little bit to manage it, but just doing so took most of the weight off of her back and spread it out over her generous thighs and rear instead. She felt her butt cheeks squish out beneath her, and shivered slightly at the coldness of the tiled floor.

“Okay, everyone,” she said, looking around at the assembled critters. She smiled. “Thank you very much for helping me out. Now, just let me get dressed, and I’ll feed you in a jiffy.” The animals chittered happily and left, though Angel stayed behind to watch her. Now that his meal ticket was safe, his foot was back to tapping impatiently. Fluttershy just smiled at him. Typical Angel.

“Okay,” she told herself. “I can do this.” She hoped. It took some struggle, but she managed to grab a hold of the bathroom counter and heave herself up into a standing position. She stood still for a moment, panting and leaning forward while her breasts leaned on the marble surface. She caught sight of the shower frame through the side of the mirror: the metal had been twisted and slightly deformed from the effort of breaking her free. She grimaced.

Brushing her teeth would have been easier if she’d been able to keep the toothpaste from dribbling into her cleavage. As it was, Fluttershy had to do a silly little motion after rinsing: pulling her head back, cheeks puffed out with water, then thrusting her neck forward while spitting as hard as she could. Most of the water made it into the basin. A good amount, though, landed right on the edge of her breasts, where it slowly dripped down over her nipples. Fluttershy sighed, and wiped herself off with a washcloth.

Getting dressed proved to be a bit of a challenge as well. She eyed the discarded bra on the floor with some regret; there was no way that would fit her anymore. Even if she could manage to snap the clasp shut behind her—which would be no small feat, even with help—it would likely be so tight and uncomfortable that she’d be forced to remove it immediately. She had more than enough experience with that kind of growing pain. It looked like she’d be going without support today.

Fluttershy had to strain a bit to get her pants up over her thick, fleshy thighs and rear. She could feel her butt cheeks squeezing together as the fabric forced them into place. It took some doing, and a bit of struggling, but she finally managed to get her pants up over her panties—which, when pulled over her large ass, less resembled underwear than a thong. She sighed.

At least once they were over her hips, her wide-set curves held her pants upright by themselves. She actually had to use a belt to tighten the pants around her skinny little waist. When she eyed the sides of her pants, though, she noted that the seams were straining to contain her oodles of thick, supple flesh. She’d have to go to Rarity and get these taken out again.

Finding a shirt that fit proved even more difficult. After giving up on her third t-shirt—she just couldn’t get it to fit over her breast shelf—Fluttershy threw on a baggy shirt that Rainbow Dash had bought her as a gag gift last Hearth’s Warming (it bore the words Milk Mare, and while Fluttershy would have never dared to wear it outside, it couldn’t do much harm in here).

It didn’t quite fit like a charm—inspecting herself in the mirror, Fluttershy noted that the bottom of the shirt didn’t even come down to her belly button, and that her two erect nipples poked rather visibly through the straining fabric. It didn’t help, either, that her boobs pushed the collar of the shirt so far forward that the majority of her upper cleavage was visible, the fabric outlining the tops of her breasts like the sides of a heart.

Ah, well. Admittedly, it provided for some kind of support, lifting her breasts up to the point where the lower half of her tummy was actually visible. She could do a lot worse. It was probably the best she had.

Angel was fairly happy when she finally fed him. It was a bit awkward to try and set his bowl down onto the floor with her massive jugs obstructing her vision—at this point, she couldn’t even see her feet when she was standing up—but she managed. Somehow.

Preparing breakfast for herself turned out to be even more difficult. Fluttershy took one look at her cutting board and uncut veggies before deciding that her usual omelette wasn’t a good idea. Reaching around her enormous breasts with a knife in hand definitely didn’t sound smart. She settled for instant oatmeal—she didn’t even have to handle boiling water, which was definitely a plus—and leaned against the wall to take some of the weight off her back while she waited for it to finish.

She poured the finished oatmeal into a bowl and placed it gingerly on the table. Then she sat down in her seat—her ass actually spread itself wide enough to nearly drape off the edges—and attempted to pull her chair in. She stopped when she realized that, even with her chair pushed a good six inches back, the front side of her breasts were still resting gently on the tabletop.

“Um,” she said aloud. She experimented with a few different positions, but each time, she found her boobs getting in the way. They were too big to eat over or around, and there was absolutely no way for her to easily reach her oatmeal from here. It didn’t help that, thanks to the “support” of her shirt, her breasts were tied too tightly in place to really push aside; every time she tried, she got nothing more than a load of jiggling and even harder nipples. Fluttershy’s cheeks were flushed red with frustration after a good thirty seconds of failed maneuvering.

Finally, she got an idea. Taking the placemat from the table—the bottom of the bowl was hot, even if the sides weren’t—she placed it on top of her bust and watched with some measure of satisfaction as it settled into something resembling a flat surface. With bated breath, she awkwardly grabbed hold of the bowl by reaching around her massive bust and, carefully, placed it atop her breasts.

It stayed in place. Blushing even more furiously with the knowledge that her boobs were now big enough to function as a table, Fluttershy took a bite of her oatmeal. She chewed it thoughtfully, then swallowed.

It was missing something. Not quite sweet, and not quite creamy. She took another bite and sloshed it around in her cheeks, thinking. It was only when she realized that she’d been unintentionally stroking the side of her bust with her free hand that she realized what she’d been thinking of.

“Oh, dear,” Fluttershy mumbled, her cheeks coloring once more. She’d never checked to see if her oversized breasts produced...well. But as she prodded the side of one of her jugs, she swore she could feel something sloshing inside. Could it be…?

Once she’d made sure that nopony was around, Fluttershy rolled up her shirt—it wasn’t very hard, and she gave a sigh of relief as her boobs sprang free—and pushed her chair to the side so that her boobs were hanging down into her lap instead of on the table. She cradled her right one in her opposite hand, and curled her right hand’s fingers around her nipple.

Her nipple, compared to the rest of her pillowy bust, felt cool and hard against her palm. She gave it a little squeeze, and then gasped when she felt a slight dampness against her skin. Another squeeze produced an actual squirt of liquid. Thankfully, none of it landed on her lap. Fluttershy drew it up to her mouth and sniffed it before giving it a long, cautious lick. “Oh, my,” she said. “That’s certainly milk.”

She hesitated. Stimulating her breasts in the shower had made them grow even bigger. Should she really…?

Well. She didn’t really see how much worse it could get. And besides, she was getting hungry and her oatmeal was getting colder with every second she spent thinking about it. If she’d had milk in the fridge, it would have been a moot point, but she didn’t. And besides: she was curious.

Tentatively, Fluttershy held her still-steaming bowl of oatmeal beneath her nipple and squeezed. She stifled a moan, biting down on her lip as a thick stream of milk flowed down and into the bowl. She could feel the milk still inside her breast sloshing, replenishing, waiting impatiently to be released.

Soon, she’d added enough milk to finish her oatmeal. But the release felt so good, and her milk had tasted so amazing before. So Fluttershy kept squeezing her thumb-sized nipple, watching in awe as the bowl filled with her milk, then began to overflow.

She could feel her areola and nipple throbbing against her palm. It felt so warm, so pleasurable, so fulfilling. She kept squeezing, and moaned for real when a healthy spurt of milk squirted forth and splattered onto the floor. She felt a dampness on her lap, and registered that her left breast had begun to leak as well.

Still hungry, but also overcome with sudden arousal, Fluttershy felt a sudden urge to go straight to the source. It took some doing, simply because of the sheer distance between her head and the other side of her breasts, but she managed to heft the bottom of her left breast with one hand while pulling its fist-sized areola toward her. She felt her hard, throbbing nipple brush up against her lips, and instantly latched onto it.

She moaned around it, gulping greedily as she sucked a steady stream of milk from her own tit. It was warm and smooth, creamy as it ran down her thirsty throat. She gave her breast another squeeze and gasped as the flood of warm milk into her stomach doubled in size, all but melting around her heavy, sloshing breast. She kept grabbing at her tit, her wandering hand squeezing the massive sphere and feeling her supple titflesh squeezing between her fingers. She forced her leaking nipple further and further into her mouth, moaning lowly as she felt her stomach filling up with her own milk.

Somewhere along the way, she’d found that she could keep her nipple between her suckling lips just by propping her heavy breast up with her elbow. Her free hand, then, had wandered down between her legs, pushing past her waistline until she could squeeze her thick, motherly thighs. Fluttershy’s fingers found their way to her marehood and began to massage her clit gently. She gasped, then began to suckle even harder as her arousal mounted.

She needed to stop. Her belly was feeling too full; she could feel the milk sloshing around inside of her every time she came up for air. But she was still so hungry, still so turned on. Her fingers vibrated madly against her inner walls, spreading her lower lips wide as she masturbated for all she was worth.

She needed to stop, needed to let it go. If she kept going, her breasts were going to get even bigger. If she kept pleasuring herself, she’d wake up the next morning with a slightly wider pair of hips. If she kept going, one day she’d wake up and her boobs wouldn’t fit through the front door, let alone the shower door. Her hips and rump would be thrice as wide as her waist, and her boobs would hang down all the way to her groin—or even her knees, so big and heavy and full that she’d need a wheelbarrow to cart them around—

With a final, lustful cry, Fluttershy threw her head back and came. A string of milk and saliva clung to her lips as more dribbled down her chin. A fire was burning in her loins, raging while her inner walls clenched and spasmed around her hand. She could feel her pants growing tight around her hips as her fingers were stained with femcum; her panties were growing wetter and wetter. Somewhere along her orgasm, she thought that she heard the seams of her pants give way to her massive thighs, her rear spreading out until it almost hung over the sides of her chair. She rode it out, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She came out of it slowly, panting, saliva and milk still dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off with her sleeve, withdrew her hand from her pants. Droplets of her nectar still clung to her fingers, filling the air with a sweet, musky aroma. Fluttershy sighed and closed her eyes; her massive breasts, emptied of milk and still so big and round and full, sat comfortably in her lap, giving her a comfortable place to rest her chin.

Angel was standing on the countertop, one half of a carrot frozen in place not an inch away from his mouth. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at her unblinkingly. Fluttershy gave him an apologetic sigh, and then turned to the enormous puddle of milk on the floor. Not all of it had gone down her throat, after all.

Worming one hand underneath her enormous bust—did it feel heavier than before, or was it just her?—Fluttershy felt her full stomach. It was slightly rounded, and depressed a bit below her palm. She could feel what felt like a good gallon of milk sloshing about inside. She smiled faintly, then grimaced when she turned back to the puddle.

Cleaning that up with these—she cradled her right breast in her hands—in the way wouldn’t be fun. Still, it’d be no fair to the critters if she asked them to help. She’d made the mess, so she had to clean it up.

As she wiped up the mess—sitting on the floor, wiping from the side, and letting her boobs rest in her lap so as to feel a bit lighter—a clipped smile crossed her face. Fluttershy giggled lightly, and caught Angel’s eye. The poor bunny was still frozen in place, staring at her—or, more accurately, staring at her assets.

Fluttershy giggled again and squeezed her breast firmly. She could already feel it filling up with milk again, she thought. “I guess,” she said, offering Angel a smile, “that they do come with some perks, after all.”

Next time, she’d make sure not to leave such a mess. But next time...

A shiver went up her spine. Oh, yes. There would be a next time, whether she consciously wanted it or not. And some part of her knew that she wanted it, and savored that thought.

And next time, she’d make sure to enjoy every second of it.

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