Author's Notes:

This mini-chapter, takes place shortly after Coral Leaf and Applebloom were measured by Rarity at Carousel Boutique, in Chapter 3 of The Expansive Romance of Applebloom and Coral Leaf.

It is not integral to the main story of our growing young couple, but I consider it a fun little detour, as Rarity thinks over her two new projects, and begins to work on them. It not being wholly about our main couple, is one reason for the '.5' distinction. It is possible there may be one or two more of these coming down the line.

*All song lyrics, are to be sung to Art of the Dress, in case you come across any*

"Bye, darlings! See you soon!"

Rarity waved as Applebloom, Coral Leaf, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo trotted into Ponyville.
Closing her boutique's door and lowering her orange reading glasses over her big blue eyes, she began to go over the notes she had taken, regarding Coral Leaf and Applebloom's measurements.

My my my, she thought to herself. It was hard to believe how much Applebloom had grown since her last fitting!

Rarity found herself thinking back to when her sister Sweetie Belle, was just a 'silly little filly,' playing with Applebloom and Scootaloo in the guest bedroom upstairs, not too long ago.

As their friendship had blossomed (as well as their physiques), Rarity had been more than happy to make sure they had some wonderful dresses and outfits to wear.

The fashionista knew it was only a matter of time before some of the young stallions in town might take an interest in the trio, and took great pride in designing clothing for them, that had a combination of downhome modesty, with a few little frills and flairs of "creativity." Given the numerous trends she witnessed in the fashion world, Rarity was definitely not shy about trying to keep the girls up-to-date, or a few steps ahead.

Of course, when it came to "development," she had seen the girls each grow up, in different ways.

Of the three, Scootaloo had filled out modestly. Her lean and athletic physique were quite noticeable, though she often had to contend with her cantloupe-sized bosom during her numerous sporting activities.

Wanting to help her stay active and keep her body 'under control,' Rarity had found herself creating a colorful selection of sports bras for the pony-tailed girl. They definitely came in handy when Scootaloo would decide to do her daily jogs around Ponyville, and Rarity was pleased when Scootaloo complimented her design work.

When it came to Sweetie Belle, Rarity's little sister had definitely inherited some of their mother's features. At first seeming a little chubby when puberty hit, the curly-haired filly's body fat soon spread out to her hips and chest area.

Their mother had wide hips, which helped give Sweetie Belle a similar (if sligtly-more-elegant) hour-glass figure. Her chest at first complimented her new waistline nicely, but a few growth spurts later, her breasts had swollen to the size of basketballs.

Sweetie had always been a little clumsy, and the added weight up top took a bit of time for her to get used to. Rarity could recall quite a few times where her sister tripped over her own hooves, or had a time of trying to negotiate stairways.

Airy gowns and silken ribbons had been favorites for Sweetie when she was younger, and she was wont to outgrow their delicate stylings (even as she seemed to outgrow several of the favorite outfits her sister had made for her).

With Sweetie, Rarity ended up re-using a few of her sister's favorite dress patterns, with some slight alterations in the bustline. She had even made her sister an airy nightgown as a gift. The fabric was light enough that when Sweetie Belle flounced around, her sleepwear tended to billow and curl, like a graceful jellyfish.

Rarity had had almost the same problems herself when growing up, but had eventually gotten used to her changes. Her bosom had swollen to the size of small beachballs as she had gotten older, and now in the prime of her life, she loved the attention she could draw with her overly-voluptupus figure (especially when it came to the Equestrian fashion circuit!). She was pretty sure that one day, Sweetie Belle could very well reach her eye-catching proportions, or maybe become even larger than her.

And speaking of larger, there was Applebloom! Even Applejack was surprised when puberty hit her little sister like a runaway stagecoach!

It was as if some invisible pony was secretly inflating her chest, day-by-day! Rarity had seen the young Apple happily be excited when she was first measured for new clothing, but as her breasts grew in size and weight, the fittings became less exciting.

Even today's fitting had seemed one of necessity, with the yellow filly's big orange eyes looking a little sad. Rarity took a moment to pause, her mind thinking back to her time with Applejack's 'little' sister a few hours earlier:

"Ah hope yuh don't mind measurin' me again," Applebloom had said. "Guess ah'm goin' through another spurt."

"Oh, don't be silly, Applebloom," Rarity had said, as the young Apple had removed her top, causing her massive breasts to plop out, and bounce heavily against her naked torso. "You should be proud to be who you are. Like my motto for Carousel Boutique: 'where everything is chique, unique, and magnifique!'"

"Ah guess so," said AB, as the cold measuring tape wrapped around her bosom, causing her nipples to stiffen. "Maybe that's just it: maybe ah'm just too unique."

"Well, you can never go wrong with more, dear...unless you're that horrid designer I met in Baltimare. Loaded on enough sequins in his dress collection to nearly blind the audience!"

"Ah'll, take yer word for it," said Applebloom, who wasn't quite into the world of fashion as Rarity was. "You've made some nice things for us, and ah hope you can do the same for Coral."

"And that I shall, darling! I am rarin' to go with some wonderful ideas for your boyfriend!"

Rarity recalled how the filly's golden cheeks had seemed to flush almost immediately upon the comment.

"Um, he's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, um, really? Why it all sounds so much like something straight out of a romance novel: a struggling farmstead with a lovely daughter, a handsome young stallion showing up out of the blue, and next thing you know, they buck their family's rules, and give in to their-"

"Well this isn't a romance novel Rarity, it's real life," Applebloom had interjected, screwing up her face in minor annoyance. "There's nothin' going on between us. We're just...friends."

"Just...friends, Applebloom?"

"Yes. Just...friends."

"Well, alright," Rarity had sighed, moving down to take Applebloom's waist measurements, and being careful not to get a face full of the girl's enormous bosom. "Still, you have to admit, he is rather handsome."

Rarity's eyes had darted up slyly, staring at Applebloom's upturned face, almost hidden behind her chest, and for a few seconds, those pursed lips had become a slight smile.

"Yeah, ah guess he is kinda good-lookin."

And now, very soon, that 'good-lookin' stallion would be touched by her Element of Generosity!

Sweetie Belle had already told Rarity a little about Sweet Apple Acres' newest farmhand, but Rarity certainly hadn't counted on him being such a massively-endowed stud!

After having seen his predicament (only overalls to wear!?), she was determined that he was going to have the welcome wagon laid out for him, in the form of a proper wardrobe.

However, going over Coral's measurements in her notes, she suddenly realized that making proper-fitting clothing for him, would need some extra attention, when it came to his lower extremities.

Her male fashion dummy just wasn't 'well-equipped' for the task at hand. Fully erect when she had measured him, she realized she would need to find a proper way, to simulate his 2 1/2 foot long penis, and 2 large cantaloupe-sized balls on the dummy.

What to do, what to do, wondered Rarity, sitting down in a nearby chair, tapping her pencil to her lip, deep in thought.

And then, it hit her!

After Applebloom and Sweetie Belle had started growing their unconventionally-sized bosoms, Rarity had inquired to Pinkie Pie, for some large balloons that could resist popping. Filling them up to the proper size with sand, had helped Rarity make bras for the two girls, that were comfortable, AND provided support for their heavy loads.

Guess I'll need to make a little detour, thought Rarity, as she headed out the door.

"There you are, Rarity," said Pinkie Pie, as she handed over the requested items at the counter of Sugarcube Corner: "4 big round balloons, and one looooooonnnnnnggggggg balloon, not inflated!"

"Thank you, Pinkie," said Rarity, taking the items, and stuffing them in her saddlebag. "You've been very helpful."

"So, when's the big party?"

"Oh, Pinkie these balloons aren't for a party, they're for, a design project."

"Awwwwww," moaned Pinkie, looking sad. "I really wanted to attend a party. It feels like it's been so long since we had one around here, and truth be told, my Pinkie Sense has been going off since the other day! I mean, around 8pm the other day, I suddenly got a twitch-a-twitch-twitch, three left earflaps, and a curl-whirl!"

"What's a curl-whirl?"

"It's where all the curls in my mane rotate, but that only happens on super-rare occasions."

"Um, yes darling, I'm sure you'll soon find out who or what made your Pinkie Sense go off," said Rarity, heading for the door.

After Pinkie, it was a quick visit to a local beachcomber named Sandy Shores, and Rarity was in business!

Sandy was kind enough to accompany Rarity back to her boutique, with 10 bags of sand. Of course, when Rarity mentioned it was for a clothing project, the wavy-haired stallion simply took her at her word, left the sandbags, and went on his way.

Using the measurements in her notepad, Rarity began filling two of the round balloons, until they were accurate to the size of Coral's scrotum.

Then, it was time for the long balloon.

Rarity tried to focus, but found her mind drifting, as she watched the phallic balloon fill with sand, lengthening and thickening as she poured more in.

Finally, it was at the proper length she needed. Once they were ready, she used her unicorn magic, and hoisted them over to her male dummy.

"So heavy," she said, as the sand-filled stand-ins were set on the floor. "Poor Coral, having to carry such a heavy load like this, and with no support. I'm surprised he hasn't developed a slouching problem from the weight. Well, it's time we fix that little formality!"

Using some heavy-duty straps, Rarity affixed the sand-filled items near the dummy's crotch, and began to work.

As she did, she couldn't help but find herself starting to sing:

Inch-by-inch, Such a major challenge,
Coral Leaf, oh my gosh his penis gives me chills,
Got to keep it comfy and supported,
Underwear that's manly with no frills,
Gotta compensate for his elation,
Making sure he's got good circulation,
Containing, Coral's cock.

Foot-by-foot, Think of that whole package,
Scrotum too, Swollen full with that sweet stallion seed,
Musn't discount his huge sperm pools,
Gotta firmly hold his fam'ly jewels,
Even if they're tucked in-to a speedo,
Have to uphold my boutique's credo,
Protecting, Coral's 'boys.'

Then there's, attire, those overalls have to go,
Gonna make him look fetching.
Whether work or play,
Bet there will be some stretching!

Sev'ral shirts, of flannel and cotton,
Special jeans, to hold his huge frank and beans!
Triple-stitch to fortify his crotch,
That's a place whose work I mustn't botch,
Even though he may get stiff and hard,
Coral Leaf's throbber won't be marred,
Think-ing of, Coral's crotch.

Show him off, But with taste,
Sleeve and chest, inseam, waist,
Holding up, to the strain,
Comfort yes, never pain,
Perfection shall be attained!

Struck by inspiration, Rarity was a whirlwind of activity, bouncing between her drafting table, the enhanced dummy, and her sewing machine.

First up, was his underwear! Fortunately, there was enough of the stretchy material she had shown Coral, to make plenty of pairs. Rarity kept with a very basic color palette of white, grey, and black. However, she couldn't help but add a purple pair into the mix.

"Just to give it a little dash of color," she tittered, preparing the material.

Then, it was onto pants, shorts, and a number of shirts. Rarity decided to have a little fun, and the designs ended up reflecting a very down-home, 'country feel.'

Looking through the swatches she had saved from making clothing for the Apple Family, she found a happy medium, using some some of the same fabrics, but choosing some new ones for a short or two.

He'll look like he belongs on that farm, thought Rarity, as she jotted down some notes regarding the various fabrics.

When it came to his jeans, Rarity found herself going to the dummy, trying to make sure there was enough room for Coral to be comfortable. After a few sewing tests, she ended up adding 'a little extra' for insurance.

During the measuring, she couldn't help but playfully stroke the huge, sand-filled balloon, which was sagging a bit from the weight inside it. I'm sure that won't be the case with him, thought Rarity, her porcelain hand rubbing the underside of the filled balloon.

Then, it was time to work on some swimwear. It would be too easy to simply make him a pair of trunks, especially for a stallion of his physique.

It's not often the girls get a boy to go swimming, she thought to herself, testing the extra-stretchy fabric that had gone into Coral's underwear. I bet he'll want to show off a bit for them...and I'll make sure that he does!

Whipping out a pencil, she began to draw out her ideas, smiling mischievously, imagining her designs hugging his most juicy of areas.

Once she had finished Coral's wardrobe, Rarity then turned her attention to Applebloom's request.

"I can't believe how much she's grown since our last fitting," remarked Rarity, looking over her notes. "At this rate, I'll have to ask Big Mac if they have any wheelbarrows to accommodate the poor girl's bosom. Oh well, until then, I'm going to do everything I can, to make that little apple shine!"

Diving into her second project, the fashion diva began to sing again:

Cup-by-cup, can't believe your bust-size,
Applebloom, just what are you eating on that farm,
Goodness me they cover up your torso,
Lying down they spread across your arms,
So we'll have to hold them, nice and firm,
Bet we'll make a certain stallion squirm,
For Applebloom's, big top.

And it seems, your hips have grown wider,
Not by much, but soon they may be due for a growth spurt,
Like your chest we mustn't take that chance,
Lest your plot increases in expanse,
Sexy jeans and denim to show you off,
Prob'ly cause your 'big sis' to just scoff,
Comforting, AB's hips.

First bra, and panties, protecting her modesty,
Maybe with silken lacing.
Yes she needs support,
But why not a cute casing?

Swimsuit too, perhaps a two-piece,
Wait and see-hold on, why not do all three?
Give the girls some shiny suits that pop,
Put a little window in the top,
In the shapes of apple, star, and wings,
Let them flash their lady-things,
Alluring, and risque!

Support yes, but with flair,
Hips and chest, that red hair,
Swimwear to, show them all,
Make him squirm, firm and tall,
Such lucky little fillies!

Knowing the material Applebloom had for most of her clothing back at Sweet Apple Acres, Rarity felt there wasn't a need (for now, anyways) to add an extra dress or two.

The design for Applebloom's previous underthings would keep the same style as her new ones, but Rarity wanted to make sure the items were styled up to her 'fuller' figure, as well as more supportive.

Using the enhanced female dummy (with it's strapped-on bosom), Rarity was able to solve a support issue she hadn't considered. This led to the straps and band of the bra, being made larger, as a way to re-distribute the weight in certain areas.

Much like Coral's swimwear, Rarity saved this item for last: the cherry on top of the big little pony's small-yet-challenging order.

Of course, given that her idea had blossomed to include Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, added some extra elements of fun to her work.

Rarity could hardly contain herself, as she sketched out some additional ideas, determined to make this new vision come true, and give the three girls a set of outfits that they'd surely enjoy swimming (and showing off) in.

A few days later, Sweetie Belle dropped by.

"Hey sis," she sweetly said, as the entry bell twinkled behind her.

"Oh, Sweetie," said Rarity, closing a nearby closet door. "How, nice of you to stop by. I'm so excited!"

"What for?" asked the buxom pony. "Did you get another famous customer asking for your design expertise?"

"No, but I have some good news for Applebloom and Coral Leaf," she said, her smile getting wider at the mention of his name. "I just finished their new wardrobe items this morning!"

"That's great, Rarity," said Sweetie. "I'm sure they'll be just as excited as you are. Applebloom told me she was getting a little tired of not having some, proper support."

"Well, I'm sure her new underwear will do the trick," said Rarity. "Plus, I have something special for you and Scootaloo too!"

"Ooo, what is it?"

"You'll see, when you bring your friends over," said Rarity, a mischievous smile on her muzzle.

"In that case, me and Scootaloo better get to Sweet Apple Acres," said Sweetie, her bosom bouncing as she sprinted out the door.

Watching her little sister through a nearby window, Rarity walked back over to the closet door she had closed. Opening it, her eyes gazed in at it's contents, which contained the sand-filled balloon that had substituted for Coral's penis on the male dummy.

With a playful smile, Rarity, slunk into the closet, and closed the door. Rubbing her body against the sand-filled 'appendage,' she emitted a long and pleasurable sigh.

Another satisfied customer on the way, she thought, squeezing the sand-filled balloon a little tighter.