Life in Applejack and Butter’s homestead was proving to be rather blissful for the pair, despite outside interference from Pinkie. They woke up together in the mornings, enjoyed breakfast together, showered or bathed together, and then spent the day however they wanted to. Sometimes, with their newly discovered enjoyments of the bedroom, they would explore the household and other private locations in that same vein. Sometimes they would take a lazy day and spend the day curled up on the sofa together, Butter usually offering to massage her in some way to pass the time. This method of spending their time was one of the more frequent behaviours that the pair engaged in, spurred on from that one night they had spent together back when Applejack had been a measly nineteen feet. These days, when Applejack required a massage, it came in the form of a neck or back massage, rather than something like her feet.

The first reason was the increased worry Applejack held for Butter’s safety. As the size difference reached over five times Butter’s height, simply walking and sitting with one another was becoming a worry if not aware. As such she had advised he begin skirting around the edges of the room more instead of through the main thoroughfare she used, as well as to sit more on arm rests and tables than the chairs in any room. Knowing also how much he loved tending to her feet at any given opportunity, she had revoked her approval of his massages, doling them out only once she was certain she knew where he was. The second cause was that, over the past few weeks she had begun to complain more of aches in her neck and back. She bent over often now while tending the fields, and having to crane her neck down and over her chest to view most ponies caused it to lock up whenever she went to sleep.

So Butter had planned a little surprise for her and he put it into action late one day, when Applejack was somewhat more relaxed. He had crawled up the back of the sofa, and had positioned himself behind her head, ready to strike at the right moment. His cue came in the form of a long stretch, coupled with the pained grunt and a rush to press her hand against her shoulder, the source of the pain. When she removed her hand again, after trying to soothe the ache herself, Butter leapt in and took over. Applejack yelped as she felt Butter’s body land near her shoulder, but upon hearing a soft whisper in her ear, she quickly realised that he was responsible. She had intended to ask him just what he thought he was doing by surprising her like that, but she soon found out. Using his body to the best of his ability, Butter used his weight to try and quell the aching pain in her shoulder. At first it just seemed like he was going out of his way to make Applejack feel some sort of discomfort, but gradually she began to feel a soothing warmth spreading across her upper body. By the time his impromptu massage treatment was over, Applejack’s aches were completely gone. Shortly after that, Applejack had revoked the lack of massaging to the point where upper body massages were on the cards, but things like foot massages and other kinds were still off the cards without asking first.

It seemed more likely every day however that Applejack would keep Butter on a leash, at least for her feet or legs, or anything lower than her chest for massages. As she had now grown to thirty feet tall, the house had reacted around her. The magical charm upon its rooms caused them to grow and shrink in accordance with who was in closest proximity to the room. There was a minimum base height that the rooms could go down to and unfortunately for Butter, it was still four feet taller than he was. So even if he wanted to, he couldn’t just waltz into the kitchen and make himself something nice to eat as the stove was too big. On the chance that both Applejack and Butter were placed within the same room at the same time, then the charm made a compromise. It made the room grow to a size where Applejack was essentially head height with the ceiling when she was stood up. The furniture and essentials in the room would all grow to reflect that and for the most part, she didn’t need mind. Even when it came to messing with the smaller things such as the old fashioned needle and thread. She could simply bring Butter in and have him help her out.

So as far as home life went, Applejack and Butter had it quite well. They had their own little world that catered to whatever their tastes but there was one thing that was about to rear its ugly head to the pair. On the day in question, Applejack and Butter were in the kitchen, the latter standing on the table, towelling himself off from the morning shower with AJ. The pair hadn’t really bothered to get dressed, Applejack herself opting to drip dry on the way downstairs, carrying Butter in tow. The order of the day was a delightful breakfast, comprising of wheat pancakes. Stacks and stacks of the things, with a variety of juices and fruits to put on them. Well, at least for Applejack; Butter was much more inclined to have a single pancake cooked by his wife, as the sheer size of them was enough to feed a family of six. He didn’t even have much to add to it, only a drop or two of syrup and butter on the closest corner. If the day proved to be a lazy one as expected he might even heat it up and enjoy a lunch and dinner of the same variety.

Butter sat back on the table, watching the naked chef get to work, admiring those swaying hips and that voluptuous rear end. The flipping of her pancakes had her rear jiggling in a most pleasant way, the mass of fat bouncing up and down in sequences with the soft ‘spat’ of the pancake as it hit the pan. Her tail occasionally flicking up and to the side as she did a more tricky maneuver. Butter sighed as he leaned back; he could watch a sight like that for days. There was no angle that he could look at her and not be impressed by what he would see. A top down angle gave him the view of those curves and how they bulged outwards from the main body, her butt, breasts and hips making his mouth water at just the thought alone. A low angle would give him a delightful ‘up skirt’ view, well, if Applejack decided to wear such a thing that is. If he got close enough to ground, then he could even use that angle to get a glimpse of those thick, meaty toes and top of her feet. Given his lack of time around them during the day, it was this thought that made him feel aroused, something he felt not needed at the breakfast table. As Applejack began to plate up the first round of pancakes, Butter filled his mind with thoughts that would calm him down. The results were slow at first, but by the time Applejack turned and brought the food to the table, he was safe.

Dropping the plate down in front of Butter, she took one from the top of the stack and placed it onto the mat, upon which Butter had chosen to seat himself. The rest of the pancakes went to Applejack and she wasted no time at all in wolfing them down. Butter casually nibbled at his, not wanting to overstuff himself too quickly. Besides, it was much more entertaining to watch Applejack eat. When it came to mealtimes, it was like she was possessed by a wild animal, an animal that hadn’t been given any kind of food in months. She picked up two full pancakes, shoving them into her mouth and tore through them with her powerful jaws. She immediately paid the price however as she tried to masticate her way through it all. The thickness of her mouthful fought back, blocking most of her movements, refusing to be easily destroyed. The dry nature of the two slabs also dried out her mouth, leaving her to glower at the plate as she had no room to consume milk or water to relieve the issue. Butter chuckled to himself; he didn’t even need to comment on this little hiccup, and risk provoking some form of response. After all, butter was known to be a fine condiment to pancakes.

Then she tried to swallow, the noise produced like a young bird being fed. Butter wasn’t ashamed to admit that he somewhat liked this part. The sight of her cheeks and throat bulging, food trailing down into her stomach. The squelch of saliva and mashed food, ending its journey with a soft groaning and gurgle of her stomach. Her stubborn feasting refusing to give way to the obscene amount, putting her size to work. Gradually, the food swelling her cheeks decreased, leaving her looking more like herself and less like a chipmunk. By this point, Butter felt those feelings from earlier resurfacing within him, giving other parts of his body a rise. There was something about the power that she exerted, coupled with her size in comparison to him that was just so impressive. Even her most tame and gentle actions filled him with a sense of awe and in cases like this, even unsure arousal. Thankfully, Applejack finished her mouthful before the feelings overwhelmed him and he was left feeling embarrassed.

That wasn’t it for Applejack though; she ploughed through the rest of the pancakes with the same vigour as the first set, pausing only to quench her throat once between bites. The rest of the pancakes were no match for Applejack’s apparent appetite. Without a word, she rose from the chair and crossed to the fridge, taking out just about everything that could be eaten without cooking. This, surprisingly, was pretty much the entire contents of the fridge. Things like cheese, milk, bread, salads, sandwiches and just about any other savoury foods. She brought them to the table and laid them out close to her seat, swallowing Butter up in a sea of bowls and plastic bags. She set about unwrapping everything first, discarding the wrappings and eyeing up the meal before her. There was more than enough here to feed a small family, perhaps even a dinner party of twelve people. Butter certainly wouldn’t want to be the one tasked with eating it all that was for sure. Applejack’s stomach groaned and rumbled hungrily as she began stuffing her face with the contents of the fridge. For Butter, that sense of wonderment returned quickly and he promptly crossed his legs to avoid it becoming obvious. Though it was unlikely that Applejack was focusing on him over the food.

She resumed making noises like a hungry animal, ravaging things like the leafy salad or the sandwiches with a repetitive ‘nomf’ and ‘rrraw’ followed by the occasional ‘gulp’ and ‘splrch’. Each sound had Butter shivering a little more each time, it was just so incredible. Something so mundane, that everyone and everything in the world did in their own unique ways. He tried to think of something else, something less impressive, but his mind did begin to wander again. This time, about other things that would conjure up this feeling. Things like listening to her thunderous footsteps as she walked around the homestead going from A to B. The heavy slap of her bare sole against the wooden flooring around the home. The scraping sound that her hips made when she caught them against the side of the door, followed by the little yip of surprise when she finally pulled herself free. Butter bit his lip as his daydreams continued, resting himself against the salad bowl, the coolness helping to keep him calm and proper. Meanwhile, Applejack continued to power through her ridiculously large breakfast.

After eating everything left in the homestead, Applejack sat back in her chair, her somewhat distended stomach pressing up against the rim of the table. She gave a hearty belch at the conclusion of her meal, leaving Butter looking on in awe. His jaw was wide open, dropping a little further as Applejack gave the most unladylike belch that one could ever. Louder than an air horn and longer than it had any right to be, but what made his jaw practically fall off was Applejack’s comments afterwards. She patted her stomach, only for it to growl in response, signalling that she was still hungry. Applejack’s words reflected it, confirming that the sounds were indeed the sounds of hunger. Butter’s eyes darted up from her stomach to her mouth and face, then back down to her stomach and back up again. He couldn’t believe it. He knew she was big, but this was ridiculous. She’d never been so hungry before, but in just the space of one day, it seemed like her appetite had magnified one hundred times over. Butter was going to have to do a shop for new foodstuffs, enough to refill the fridge back to the quantity that it had been previously. This meant he was going to have to get at least three weeks’ worth of food in the space of one trip. He could already hear his poor wallet crying out in agony as his hard earned bits were forcibly removed from it.

Applejack however wasn’t bothered about that; she was more concerned about whether or not she was going to get more food. She rose from the chair at the table and made for the front door. Though, realising that nudity wouldn’t go down well with the residents in Ponyville, she made a detour upstairs to gather some clothes. Then she returned to the hallway and bid Butter a fond farewell and stepped outside into the fresh morning air. She towered over the trees in the orchard, stepping through the gaps between them, shaking down unripe apples and leaves down onto the grass. Had they been a little more in season, Applejack probably would have just grabbed them and stuffed them into her face for sustenance. Still, Ponyville had plenty of options open to her in terms of food. The one she was thinking of visiting was the newest restaurant to come to the town, a place called Hayburger. Part of a bigger chain and franchise, it had finally arrived in Ponyville. She hadn’t spent much time in town as of late, but she knew today was the day it was going to open.

What she didn’t know was that the restaurant was having an ‘all you can eat’ burger buffet for the grand opening. They hadn’t banked on hungry Applejack making her way into town and coming their way. In fairness to her, it hadn’t exactly been on her agenda once she had woken up that morning. Still, the paths of both were about to cross in a most spectacular fashion. Applejack thumped her way into town, sending people fleeing to the furthest corners of the road in her hurry. She stood outside the restaurant, not able to get inside, but that was no problem. Once the waiters were done cowering inside, one unlucky member of the staff was forced outside to greet her and potentially take her order. Seeing the numerous signs and posters, Applejack bellowed down to him that she was here for the buffet and his worst fears were realised. Applejack smirked as he retreated inside to relay the information to the chefs and the other waiters. She took her seat right where she sat and waited for her food to come to her.

She licked her lips in anticipation, and before long, a large silver platter made its way out of the door and over to her. Clearly, the waiters were expecting that Applejack would take the meal like a lady and simply put one after the other into her mouth and to be fair, they were somewhat right. She took her time to unwrap each and every burger, putting them back down on the tray once she was done. One lone waiter remained with the tray, just in case she wanted to request something else. Once the final burger had been unwrapped and placed back on the tray, Applejack picked the tray up in one hand. Being careful not to lose a single burger on the journey upwards, she held them steady before her waiting mouth. A final lick of the lips before she opened her mouth wide, strands of saliva hung from her greedy maw as she tipped the burgers into it. One by one they tumbled into her mouth, bouncing across her tongue and sliding down her throat unobstructed. Sometimes even passing down her throat two at a time, occasionally one or two more. She gulped them down until the tray was empty, letting it clatter into her lap, swallowed up in a mass of stomach and thigh fat and muscle.

She uttered a single ‘more’ and the waiter left immediately to collect the next lot. Applejack resumed waiting, thinking to herself more about how full she was going to be feeling after this was all over. She might not even need to need to eat for the next couple of days if the bulge of her stomach was anything to go by. She half expected to receive a comment from those that were brave enough to approach her about how she should be congratulated on her sudden pregnancy. Applejack snorted at the thought; how was she supposed to have a child at this size? Anyone who could even entertain such a notion clearly needed their head examined. She was pulled out of her thoughts by the arrival of trays two and three, piled high with even more burgers. Once again, she adopted the same method as before, peeling and disposing of the wrappers, tossing them over her shoulder and placing the burgers back down. The waiter nervously watched her, glancing back and forth between the kitchen and Applejack’s stomach. He hoped that one would give out before the other, and in an ideal situation it would be Applejack’s stomach before the kitchen. He watched as Applejack picked up both trays, one in the flat of each hand and resumed tipping them into her waiting mouth.

Like the first lot, the second and third groups disappeared in mere seconds, with Applejack’s stomach rumbling pleasantly. She stared down at the waiter as she dropped the two trays into her lap and he was quick to work out what she wanted. It didn’t even take a genius to figure it out. She wanted more burgers, and what would ultimately prove to be the last burgers in the entire kitchen. Applejack was really putting this burger joint through its paces; in a way they should be somewhat grateful for her consumership. At least now they knew not to put on such an event again in the future, at least not around Applejack, or Ponyville for that matter. This could be considered a public service announcement for Hayburger and any other places that were planning on implementing a similar promotion. The fourth tray was out in a longer time than the other three, most likely due to some sort of infighting between the chefs and the waiters and possibly the manager, over whether or not they should even be serving this giantess. Common sense clearly won in the end though, as the tray made its way out to her, much to Applejack’s delight.

Meanwhile, Butter had made good on his decision to go out and get the shopping to refill the fridge after Applejack’s binge. His arms and fingers were carrying bags and bags of various foodstuffs, all of which was going to be rationed to avoid such an expensive spend. He had left the homestead with a wallet that was practically pulling his trousers down with the weight of the bits inside, and now it felt like it was so light that it could simply blow away on a breeze. He strolled through town, visibly struggling to carry it all, but he soldiered on. At one point when he was trying to adjust the bags on his arms, he wandered straight into a mountain of burger wrappers, piled neatly in front of him. He clattered into it, thrashing his arms and his shopping around, likely losing a little bit in the process, before he crashed into his wife’s titanic rump. It wasn’t hard to guess what he crashed into; the thick fabric and familiar give was know to Butter even when blinded by a ketchup-stained piece of paper. Freeing himself from it, he sidled his way around to the front to find a few things.

The first thing was that all the staff at the supposedly, newly opened, Hayburger establishment. He had been looking forward to coming here with Applejack to sample some of their wares. While not the healthiest or even best cooked burgers, Butter had several fond memories of the establishment. Namely in the midst of cooking school in Manehattan, with many a long night spent in the lobby of one eating and studying. Looking past the staff, he saw a sign being nailed to the door. He crossed to the back of the crowd of staff and looked at the sign, reading everything placed upon it. It read:

Dear Residents of Ponyville,

The staff of Hayburger regrets to inform you that we will be closing up shop and ceasing trade in this area. This is due to a lack of stock and the vast costs and detriment to our total profits should we restock. Unfortunately, our grand opening all you can eat burger buffet did not take into account the giantess that has taken up residence here. We are sorry to leave after such a brief opening stint, and we ask you to address any and all complaints to your local giantess.

Thank you,

The Management.

Once the sign was placed on the door, the staff departed for their new horizons, whatever they may be. Slowly, Butter turned to look at the person behind all the misery for this innocent restaurant, that being Applejack. She simply sat back, resting her palms flat on the floor and shrugged her shoulders. Butter frowned and rested his hands on his hips. Applejack simply shrugged again and smirked, finally feeling that contention that she had been hoping for. Her stomach finally felt full, which in its own right was an achievement given her immense size. Instead of grumbling, her stomach purred, giving a satisfied gurgle as it began to get to work on the masses of food within.

“Y’know, if you’d come with me, you could have been eating a new warm meal at home, instead of out here.” Butter remarked.

Applejack looked at him quizzically, seemingly confused by his comments. “Ah could, but given how much ah ate here, would ya really want t’ lose yet anoth’r fridge full o’ food? Could yer wallet take it?”

“Well it surely has to cost less than putting an entire restaurant out of business doesn’t it?”

“Ah don’t see a bill anywhere around here, do ya?”

Butter tapped a finger to his chin, before gathering up his shopping once more. Applejack was gracious enough to pick up some as well. “Good point…come on, let’s get home before they come back and try to give us one.”

Applejack smirked and got to her feet, walking off ahead of Butter. “Ah tell ya wat ah could eat though - a nice, big, bowl o’ cereal!”

Butter shook his head, some things never change it seems. Perhaps he’d tell her about the mess in the kitchen after she had left, and the room had adjusted to Butter’s size, sending bowls clattering and smashing to the floor. As the pair walked back home, Butter thought to himself about what he was going to be doing for lunch, if this was how she went about having her meals now. There were plenty more restaurants out there, some belonging to a few cooking rivals of his that he wouldn’t mind seeing go the journey...