Butter and Applejack continued to live their life in quite the blissful state, with no effects from the passed act interfering in their days. There was still a constant change in their life though; Applejack’s height was still showing no signs of slowing down anytime soon. After growing two feet in what seemed to be such a fast week, things were rapidly getting out of control for the pair. The barn was beginning to become a tight fit for them. With each passing day, the space inside the barn grew less and less. The sofa was beginning to prove uncomfortable for Applejack no matter what position she chose to sit in. Her back was taller than the back of the sofa, leaving her spine bent in awkward positions whenever she leant back. Her legs had begun to reach her chest while sitting down, like an adult in a child’s seat. It wasn’t a flattering look and Butter couldn’t help but notice that it was starting to affect her moods once again. Whilst Butter’s efforts for more creature comforts and better entertainment had uplifted them for a time, the slowly dwindling barn around her was taking them back the other way.He was always ready and eager to do what he could to improve her spirits, but one pony could only do so much, and he was running out of ideas.

The size difference was beginning to become a little problematic too. At only six feet in height, Butter was only coming up to her shins, her knees at best. Walking with her around the orchard or simply bringing her out on dates was beginning to become harder and harder. They were still able to have moments of romance and joy; special booths at restaurants, their own private screenings, the private lake to swim in where nobody wanted to bother them. Those moments were great, but it was the fact that when Applejack walked through the town, ponies avoided them, that soured the experience. Some of the time they turned and walked away, other times they gave the large mare a wide berth.With all of the effort Butter and Applejack’s friends had put into calming and assuring the townsfolk that she was still the honest, hardworking mare that grew up in Ponyville, it was still depressing to see so many still treat her differently. It was a constant cycle of fear and distrust, often brought about when Applejack would appear after some time away, bigger and more intimidating. Then there were times when the giantess of the two accidentally caught a building with the side of her massive feet, knocking an entire section into rubble. Or crushed an entire cart with a misstep, destroying produce and valuables along with the transport. Ponies were understandably angry at her for things like that, but when Applejack told them that she couldn’t help it, that they were really just accidents, they found it hard to believe her.

The only pony to defend her during this was Butter, who did so for two reason. The first, and most obvious, was that he loved and knew Applejack so well that it was never in doubt to be an accident. The second though was more interesting, as it involved a story she often told him after such accidents, involving her large feet. It was one that fascinated Butter each time she brought it up and he could listen to it for hours, over and over.

The premise of the story was that shortly after Applejack and Butter first parted, and Applejack began to finally grow up, it was her feet that were one of the first things to come in. She’d never really thought about it much before, but the possibility of misshapen and uneven growth was a common thing for people to experience as time went on. With her feet growing in first, it left her with what many had described as ‘clown feet’ in comparison to her still much smaller frame. There were times when she had been walking through the orchard, helping out her brother and granny, when the ends of her shoes would simply split apart, leaving five, meaty toes poking out the ends.It got to a point where she even had a cupboard almost overflowing with shoes that had broken from excessive wear and tear. Each pair only tended to last ranging from days to a whole month. She blamed her working on the farm as the cause of her troubles, seeing how the other kids spent most of their time indoors with their friends, playing board games or drawing. None of them were being worked as hard as she was, since her playtime was basically an exercise routine. Granny tried to lift her spirits every so often by telling her that having big feet would help her out later, when she was old enough to do a little more work on the farm. She said that by the time she was of age, she’d have fantastic balance, be able to swim like fish and would have no problems in getting her an athletic partner like herself. Which made her feel better for a little while, at least until she heard the whispers from her peers. Then came the weirder comments.

Once she’d begun to grow upwards, her feet still retaining their somewhat clown like appearance, she started to attract the mature crowd.These were the ponies that had a certain interest in mare that stood up from the average. Whether it was those that had excessive magical abilities that might be perfect for a role in some sort of theatre performance, those that had incredible athletic prowess, or simply those that were above average in build. Naturally, Applejack fell into the last of these characters and often found herself being approached for work in businesses that seemed shady at best. They claimed that her height and shoe size were perfect for special productions held on some of the most well-known stages in Canterlot, Manehatten, everywhere one could think of. They talked of unique clientele; there were many that would appreciate the apparent ‘gift’ that she had been bestowed with. Applejack turned them down at every chance she got, often seeking out her brother to make sure that they didn’t pay her return visits. After such happenings, Applejack went through a phase of covering up her feet as best she could, cramming her feet into smaller shoes in the hopes that it might stunt her growth somewhat. Her feet were relentless though, and tore through everything she could throw at them. Eventually it got to a point where she simply couldn’t deal with it anymore, and choose to just let them grow wild. By the time she had reached her ‘final’ height of 6’10”, she was well into the male range of shoes. She was a 16 ½ EM (Equestrian Male), leaving her with feet that, while perhaps fitting for such a tall mare, were almost impossible to shop for.

It was the start of her deciding to finally go around certain places barefoot. At first it started out as simply her bedroom, then it graduated to all over the family home. Next thing she knew she was out in the orchard, getting them caked in mud and tracking it all over the house, much to Granny Smith’s disappointment. She loved it though; the feeling of freedom, the lack of numbers that made her feel freakish, the ability to flex and stretch her toes without confines. It was heaven, and as far as she was concerned she had no size; a perfect size zero. Now though in the future her feet were once again kicking up a storm. At the unending pace her growth seemed, they were going to soon be too big to even fit in the centre of town, and she didn’t know what she was going to do then. But there was a silver lining to this; Butter seemed to be crazy about her feet. Whether it was just the sheer size of them, or whether he was one of those people she’d heard about in her youth, the ones with a ‘unique appreciation’ for what she had, she couldn’t say. What she did know though was that she only had to express the slightest bit of discomfort with her feet and Butter’s first response would be to ask if she required a foot rub. She was humbled by his willingness to please her, but that didn’t also stop her from teasing him for it. Applejack often joked around with him, calling out the size difference between the two. Oftentimes she would make a smart mouthed comment whilst pressing a foot against him, easily covering him, or stretch out with them coming close to wherever it was he was resting.

Butter tried to not let her actions outwardly affect him, but it was a losing battle. It was her way of pushing his buttons and boy howdy, did it ever work. From the day they had met and decided to try out this whole relationship thing, her feet had been something that Butter had been quick to keep an eye on. He’d taken on pretty much every duty when it came to maintaining her feet in some way. He was the one that had done all the measuring when she needed some new boots. He was extra thorough, taking repeated measurements of her sole, each toe, the curve of her heel, the back of her heel and the diameter of the ball of her foot. Then off he had gone, coming back with receipts from many different places, each one shipping in a different size up of the same shoes, just in case they got bigger. When it came to washing herself, Applejack had mentioned that it was sometimes difficult to effectively clean them, so what did Butter do? He offered to clean that particular area for her. All she had to do was rest her large feet on the shore of her bathing lake, an he would scrub them clean with tender love and care. It was almost a shame that every time she immediately dirtied them again through the walk home, but even that would not last long. Butter would always give them a second, more private wash once home.

The best part of the whole thing was that it never got weird between the two of them. They could sit and engage in this kind of activity all night long, just teasing and rubbing or massaging, and if at any point somewhat said or did something uncomfortable, it was nipped in the bud. There were exceptions of course. Applejack had at first been adverse to Butter using his mouth, teeth or tongue on her feet, claiming she found it a little strange. After a short discussion about why he did it and in case she wanted one, an apology from Butter, Applejack resorted to letting him carry on. Now when he engaged in that kind of activity, she zoned out a little and relaxed herself, thus allowing him a little indulgence and her the relative comfort she deserved. Likewise, Butter keyed her into precautions and warnings about what to do and not to, with her ever advancing size causing sometimes even the smallest motion to be risky. Once in place, he found that he too could easily slip into a wonderful moment of happiness while tending to his love’s feet.

The two had a mutual understanding of each other in regards to feet, and it wasn’t just Applejack that received the treatment from Butter. It worked the other way around as well. Around the time her growth spurts began to affect her moods and Applejack opted to stay inside more often, Butter had been left to run a lot of the errands. When it came to feeding someone as big Applejack, you needed a lot of food and when grocery day came, Butter usually needed the Apple family cart to handle the load. Not being as fit as Big Mac or other, less chubby stallions, left him exhausted once home. The first time this had happened, Applejack could see that he was getting stressed at the prospect of doing this day in and day out, so she decided to use his own trick against him. Even at 6’ 10” she had been big enough, and strong enough, to lift him easily, making the task now effortless. Next, she took him over to the couch where she held him in her hands like a life-size doll. Then, while being as careful as she could, she twirled him around so that her mouth was lined up with both of his feet. At the smaller scales she made do with working on one foot at a time, but once she rose to higher scales though she could work both at once. Hearing the little groans and sighs that came from him as she worked his feet expertly with her tongue was delightful. She even managed to get teasing comments in whilst she did it, which only made him love her actions even more.

Back in the present; this evening Butter had taken his seat on the sofa and was watching their private projection screen. Applejack, coming in after hanging some laundry, took the other cushion next to him. A depressed sigh filled the air, as it oft did lately, as she flopped onto the couch without caring to watch her weight. Butter was caught unawares as her titanic rump dropped down onto the cushion, spilling over onto his own and spreading out almost to his shoulders. The resulting downward force that Applejack exerted upon the couch sent a wave of air and material rushing up from beneath him. The smaller stallion was sent shooting into the air, over even Applejack’s head, and began free-falling down in her direction. Too stunned to even scream, he merely flailed his arms and hoped to land somewhere soft. Ideally on his girlfriend, or lesser so the couch again. As he fell past the brim of her hat he saw his final destination and tucked himself into a ball. He executed a perfect cannonball, straight into the depths of Applejack’s cleavage, who yelped at the sudden intrusion. Inside of the darkness, Butter was delighted at being wedged between the two warm walls of flesh. He was not left undisturbed for long; two thick digits began probing against his body, the longest curling him and dragging him back to the light.

Applejack pulled Butter out from her cleavage with expert handling, an embarrassed flush on her face. “Mind tellin’ me why ya were divin’ in a no-fly zone?” She grumbled dangerously.

Butter however wasn’t worried. “Hey, I was just watching my show, when suddenly there was a meteor shower. Two great big ass-teroids came crashing down, and whoop we have lift-off!” He snickered as her face grew even more red.

However her face quickly grew stern, even while her cheeks remained rosy red. “Uh huh, real funny. Well, seein’ as ah ain’t in th’ bes’ mood t’day, ah can only sentence ya t’ one thing.”

Butter rubbed his hands together. “How can I help?” He asked eagerly.

Applejack placed him onto her belly and extended her legs, giving him a view of her current pair of boots. The brown leather was tattered and worn; the original dark brown had been sun bleached into a much brighter variant, even going white in some places. The closed toe of one boot had split open at the seams, leaving five toes of varying size wiggling back at Butter. His own fingers clenched and unclenched by his sides as he watched, making little grabbing motions as he fought with himself not to dive at them. Applejack placed her other boot on top of the first, running the heel back against her toes, bending them back until they caught on the second boot. Then came one of the most perfect sounds that Applejack could make, at least in Butter’s opinion. The gentle ‘shhhf’ of her foot as it scraped against the inside of her boot, dragging the material along with it. Her endless orange foot receded out of the tight confines, inch by inch, the ending never seeming to come. Every time she took them off the reveal went on for just a little bit longer, her constant growth seeing to it that the show never got old. Finally, once one foot was free, she kicked away the boot, splaying out her toes with a content sigh. Butter made an eager noise of agreement.

He hopped about from foot to foot, waiting for Applejack to give him the signal that she was ready. Her foot was out in the open and it was getting colder by the second, without Butter’s loving touch to warm it back up. He turned his attention to the other boot, confused as he caught sight of her bare foot dropping to the floor, instead of adopting the usual position. Then he heard it, that seductress of a sound, the ‘shfff’ of her foot as it scraped the insole of her boot. His head followed it as she swung it left and then right, then back again for a repeat. Each time, the boot inched higher and higher, like her foot was growing right before him. Butter was transfixed, his eyes following every motion, shuddering when the sound called out again. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his body tingling as the sound got longer and longer, as though time was slowing around him. Then the end of her boot flopped over, half on, half off. Dangling from her toes by the tiniest of margins.

“Well, ah won’t make it too easy on ya. If ya pull mah li’l boot off, ah’ll letcha get a head start…”

There it was! It wasn’t like her to directly say yes to Butter in these scenarios, but as far as starting guns went, this one was already smoking. Butter hopped across Applejack’s abs like stepping stones, slid down her upper leg, over her knees and onto the tip of her boot, pulling it off with the help of gravity. The boot flopped to the floor with a soft thunk, and his work was rewarded with another flex of toes, this time right before his sight. First task completed, he rushed over to the foot that had been freed first, sliding along his knees until he connected with her ankle. Arms outstretched, he began to massage his hands into the top of her foot. He could feel the blood pumping under her feet, the soft feel of her veins just below the surface. It was exhilarating to think that he was so close to something that many would take for granted. If there was one thing about this whole relationship that wowed him every time, it was the sense of scale he got from engaging in activities like this. Feeling her body react to his every touch on this level was incredible. From the slightest twitch of her toes as his hands brushed over them, to the change from warm to cold as he began to work on a different part of her foot, it was all so unbelievable. Even the scents her body gave off were greater and more notable. Such as the warm musk of having worn boots all day her toes exuded, tinged with the bitter salt of her sweat.

His hands brushed over a trail of freckles that he hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t uncommon; exposure to sunlight was inevitable with going barefoot and with her feet that was the most common occurrence. He gave them a playful scratch, knowing full well that they had formed on a part of her foot that Applejack found to be immensely ticklish. He peered up and back as he ran his nails across her skin, smirking as he saw the edges of her mouth turn up into a smile. He ran his hands up her foot, sliding them in-between her toes. Secretly, he enjoyed this part the most. Whilst massaging and caressing her feet did have their advantages, there was one thing that completed the whole experience for him; made it one hundred percent perfect. That was the scents that he could experience whilst he was down here.That musky odor he noted before, fresh from hours of standing and walking. It set the scene in his mind perfectly; just one whiff and he was set into foot mode until he’d accomplished the task. He could still be charming and funny in such a mode, but there was definitely something big on his mind as well.

He dug his hands between her toes, spreading them apart with his strength to rub the parts that most just didn’t reach. Oftentimes they were put off by how the areas between the toes seemed to harbour the highest concentration of scents and ticklish flesh. But as Applejack’s natural body scent was never above levels indicative of light perfume, the first of those was in no way a problem. The second was hardly a problem either; Butter utilised his hands, two at a time, and scrabbled at the slight webbing at the base between each toe. Applejack snapped her toes open and shut like pincers, squeezing his hands tight, lifting him slightly from the tug off his perch. He closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut, but he could still hear the stifled giggles as she struggled to keep it together and her foot aloft. Keeping one hand on the sensitive flesh, his other reached out and began to massage the tips of the toes. Then her dared to stand and reach behind them, massaging the ball of her foot.A soft groan of approval came from Applejack, until finally she lowered her foot to the floor and lifted the other. He zipped across the floor to it, finding it already propped and waiting for him

“Ah normally don’t play with th’ ‘small timers’, but then, when ya have feet like mine, ah guess tha’s all there is, right Sugahcube?”

Butter practically melted into a puddle there and then. He had recently mentioned to her that when they played like this, throwing in a few contextual size quips was something he felt would liven things up. In truth, it did more than just that. Butter became all flustered, losing the cool he had built up on the other foot, his mind going blank as he struggled to think of what to do. Her toes wiggled lazily in front of him, just casually teasing him without the use of words. Taunting him. Which meant it was time for him to bring out the big guns, which was in a way playing dirty. He smacked his tongue off his lips a few times and returned to his knees, parting Applejack’s biggest toe and the next one along. He selflessly placed his head between those toes, opened his mouth, took a deep lungful of her delectable scent and lunged forwards. His mouth clamped against the sensitive flesh, his arms sliding inwards to help keep her toes spread. His tongue lashed against her, burning in delight as new flavours reached parts of his mouth they’d never reached before. A veritable party of apple scents and tastes washed over his palette. Ranging from bitter, to sweet and even to salty, his mouth was on fire in the most pleasant way possible.

He could feel how she tensed up, his arms fighting back with the last of his strength, trying to give him the edge he needed. His teeth clamped down on her, his jaw sliding side to side as her ground his teeth against her, sending ripples of pleasure throughout her larger body. She writhed under his iron grip, unable to slip away from him, or employ countermeasures like scrunching up her toes to loosen his access. Applejack’s stoic face cracked, creases forming on her brow and around her mouth as she began to cave. Butter continued his assault down below, relentlessly swallowing down saliva tinged with the most heavenly taste he could imagine. Then the alarm rang out; a cry told him it was all over, and that he had won and brought Applejack back around to the pleasant side of things. A laugh so shrill yet hearty echoed around him. Like the bells of the heavenly afterlife, each time she paused to breathe, it was only to begin again. It was music to his ears. He sat back, wiped the drool from his chin and nuzzled his upper body against her foot whilst she continued to laugh above him. In return she gave him a little squeeze with her toes, her signal to him that she was grateful for what he did.

Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for a little revenge, Butter had hardly been playing fair so far after all. She tipped her foot forwards, sending Butter toppling onto his back. She kept her toes straight, ‘walking’ them over Butter. Her biggest toe ran up his arm, rubbing and lightly scraping her nail across it. The next one along rubbed against his hips as he lay pinned by the five, digit damsels. The middles toe ran across his chest with all the dexterity and oddly enough, charm, of female who knew what she could get and knew how to get it. It teased him in all the right places, skipping around the area south of his stomach, already knowing what awaited her there. The next toe replicated what its sister did on the other side, same for the littlest toe. All in all it was an assault that Butter couldn’t help but admire. It made his stomach flutter and his knees weak. This was all so new to him, but he knew that Applejack had something up her sleeve. Once the toes had completed their walkover, the middle toe positioned itself right against the top of Butter’s head, messing with his ginger mop. Gradually, Applejack lowered her foot down on him, in the same way that one might peel a sticker or a plaster, but in reverse. His face was smothered under her toe, his head cradled by another one either side. The gradual pushing down on his chest as the ball of her foot lightly squeezed it. He wheezed in response, but his breathing soon normalised. He shuddered as the arch of her foot came down right along his midriff, his hips moving upwards of their own volition. Finally, his legs came under her heel, which she took great pleasure in rolling across his own feet as she settled in.

“Mmm, oh what’re ya watchin’ on here anyhow? Bridal Fury? An’ it’s a two hour runtime? Guess ya won’t mind sittin’ tight fer th’ time it takes me t’ watch this, would ya?”

No answer, but she swore a very quiet whimper of delight came from below as his body squirmed under her sole. She smirked.

“That’s wut ah thought.” Applejack replied, keeping her other foot close by, just in case, as she settled in to watch.