One of the biggest problems a growing woman could ever face was the complete lack of clothing that fit her. Applejack was fast beginning to learn that the hard way. The clothes she had been wearing when she met Butter again were fitted to cope with her exaggerated height, except that was back when she was a simple 6’10. Now she was almost double that, and nowhere near able to fit into those clothes anymore. Butter had kept them to one side though, not ready to throw them out in case Applejack suddenly experienced some sort of dramatic shrinking. Applejack told him time and time again that it was unlikely she was ever going to shrink back to normal, but Butter just wasn’t having any of it. He hid them somewhere inside the Apple family homestead, which Applejack had all but exiled herself from. The only other option left open to her was to keep visiting her friend, Rarity, who would provide her with clothes as she needed it. During the early heights, around the latter half of seven feet and the early stages of eight feet, the visits became very frequent. So much so that Applejack had begun to eat her way through some of her family’s savings, just to give Rarity some compensation for the amount of fabric she was using.

Rarity had often refused to accept the money that Applejack gave her, citing that their friendship was the reason she was doing her work, not for money. Applejack, being as stubborn as she was, persisted at trying to get her to take it. Often she would flat out refuse to leave the boutique in the first place, not wanting to parade around in an outfit that she didn’t feel morally comfortable in. Growing a little tired of the constant bickering over money and fabrics, Rarity eventually decided to try something new. On the next visit, she accepted the money as soon as it was offered, this time before any work was completed. After that, she started the work using a new type of material, one that would stretch and stretch up to a certain limit. Her goal was to make an outfit that Applejack would be able to wear for a long time, thus giving her a break and sometime between their next visit. The outfit was successfully completed and she happily sent Applejack on her merry way. The two didn’t see much of each other after that, with Rarity’s wonder clothing proving to be just what Applejack needed. Things got back to a semblance of normalcy, at least, until Applejack hit thirteen feet in height.

On that day, Butter awoke to find Applejack already up and dressed, busying herself with tidying the barn. He wasn’t totally sure, but there was something off about her, something about what she was wearing. He rubbed his eyes, his blurred vision settling a little more, before his eyes were drawn to her backside; that delicious, wide, orange backside. Another rub of his eyes and he saw exactly what was off about the whole scene. The clothing that Rarity had made for Applejack was doing its job, as it was supposed to, except it clearly wasn’t supposed to be dealing with a body like this. Her shirt had stretched far enough that lines had begun to develop around the chest and back, each coming with small splits. Giving someone a nice view of all the orange that lay underneath. While her shirt looked bad, it was the trousers that were taking the brunt of the troubles. The material was stretched so thin, trying to fit around her voluptuous hips, thighs and butt that one could actually see through it. The entire upper half of her legs looked like she wasn’t even wearing anything at all. This was bound to get some odd looks from strangers, especially considering how the trousers magically reformed halfway down her leg.

Yet, Applejack didn’t seem bothered. She was cleaning as though she was still fully clothed and ready to face the day, as per usual. She cleaned around the sofa, having already worked around the bed and the door whilst Butter was asleep. Somehow he hadn’t managed to be woken while she swept around him, but that was a matter for another time, right now he needed to find out what was up with Applejack. He rolled out of bed and stood up, grabbing his day clothes from a nearby hay bale. He slipped his way inside them as she walked his way across the floor towards Applejack, taking it nice and slow so that he was dressed by the time he reached her. Applejack noticed that he had approached her, giving him a sly smile, before returning to the cleaning. Not even a hello or good morning; something was definitely up with her. He reached up and tapped her on her visible rear, causing her to jump and turn to face him, which did nothing good for her straining attire.

“Applejack? Is something the matter? I mean, it’s not like you to be this into cleaning, or to not greet me in the mornings…”

“Everything’s fine, ah’m fine, an’ ya didn’t greet me when ya woke up, so why should ah?” Applejack said defensively, tumbling over her words. The hasty words and shifty eyes were a clean sign to him.

“Okay…what about your clothes? Haven’t you got anything else to put on? Those trousers alone look ridiculous!”

Applejack looked down and quickly back up, face growing hot at what she knew Butter could see. “Mah trousers are jus’ fine, Sugahcube. Ain’t like it’s mah last pair is it now? Aheh...heh…”

“Applejack….”

“Okay okay, fine! These ‘r mah last pair an’ ah can’t face th’ walk across town t’ git t’ Rarity an’ git some new ones made!” She confessed.

“See? Wasn’t that easier than just sitting here cleaning all day? Not that I mind the time to appreciate you.” Butter teased, crossing his arms and watching her cheeks grow red.

“No. Th’ cleanin’ was keepin’ mah mind of th’ problem an’ you jus’ gone and brought it back up again.” Applejack sniffled some.

Now Butter felt bad. He lowered his arms and rubbed the back of his head. “Oh, well, how’s about you sit there and try not to think about it some more, while I go into town and get Rarity to come back up here?”

Applejack didn’t respond with words; she sat herself down on the sofa, with Butter making himself scarce. He’d just got the door almost closed, when he heard a loud tearing coming from within the barn. He quickly shut the door to avoid listening to the stream of curses that was bound to follow such an incident. Then he made his way into town, opting to take the long road, rather than the direct route. No doubt it was going to take Applejack a while to cool off. Upon his arrival into Ponyville, he casually strolled through the town, chatting with as many people as he could to make his journey even longer. He knew that Rarity spent most of her days in her boutique, and if she wasn’t there, then she was off in Manehatten attending some fashion show. He was aware of the fashion schedule though, and he knew that their next big show was months away. So, unless the world needed saving once again, then Rarity should be at her boutique. He arrived at her corner of town and rang the bell outside her door. There was a short pause between the doorbell ringing and the door being answered, but sure enough, a white head and purple maned beauty arrived.

“Hello? Oh, Butter! What can I help you with, dear?”

“Morning Miss Rarity, I need you to come with me to Sweet Apple Acres, right away.”

“Whatever for, dear?”

“Applejack’s in the middle of a...uh...wardrobe malfunction, a pretty serious one.” Butter felt it was an understatement, to put it such a way. A more in-depth description however would be crass, not to mention unwanted by either friend, to be passed to the other.

“Oh? Has the stitching in her clothing given out at last?” Rarity sighed at his reply nod.“No matter - I’ll be right with her as soon as I finish up here. Run along, darling.”

Then she shut the door in Butter’s face, leaving him standing on the doorstep like a bottle of milk. He didn’t even have a time for when she was supposed to show up, or if she was even going to show up today at all. Then again, that was Rarity down to a tee. Always willing to help out and things in a selfless manner, but getting her to agree to a set time or place could always be somewhat difficult. Still, he’d done as he promised and Rarity was going to show up sometime in the future. He figured that before he went back to meet with Applejack and see how long it took Rarity to actually show up, he’d visit a few more spots around town. If anything, it would make the time it took between him delivering the message and Rarity’s arrival, seem a lot less. A most beneficial solution, given how steamed Applejack had appeared when he left her.

Around an hour later, Butter returned to Sweet Apple Acres, to find no trace of Rarity. Applejack was still seated on the sofa as she had been when he left. He delivered the message, and cozied up next to her to wait for the arrival of the fashionista. Butter pressed himself against her wide, orange hips, the transparency of the fabric making him feel like there was nothing between them. He ran his hands down her legs and smiled as Applejack groaned a little above him. She wouldn’t like to admit it, but Butter had her figured out as far as unusual erogenous zones went, thanks to all the massages he’d begun to offer her. He began to rub in circles, pressing up against her thigh and towards her inner leg, pulling back before he went too far. Applejack winced and squeezed her legs tighter together, trapping Butter’s fingers for a second before releasing them again. Butter grinned as his other hand reached behind her and began to lightly tap at her backside, like each cheek was a bongo drum. He played a little rhythm, enticing a soft moan from Applejack before the fun was brought to a sudden stop.

“Ahem!”

Butter’s head swivelled around to see Rarity standing in front of the sofa, arms folded and feet tapping against the floor. Neither Applejack nor Butter could tell just how long that she had been standing there, or indeed when she arrived. Neither had heard the door to the barn open and close and yet here she was, standing there like the picture of impatience. Butter quickly pulled his hands away from Applejack, giving Rarity a sheepish grin as he scooted further towards the other side of the couch. He whistled nonchalantly and placed his hands onto his stomach, twiddling his thumbs like nothing had happened. Applejack jumped up from the couch and apologised to Rarity, but the fashionista simply waved it away.

“Darling, at least now I know what antics have caused this wardrobe malfunction.” The couple blushed.“Now, which articles are you having a problem with, dear?”

“Aheh, well, this shirt has a tear all across th’ back, an’ th’ buttons don’t fasten no more. Th’ trousers, well, ya c’n see th’ problem there. They disappear up here an’ then reappear down there. Mah shoes don’t fit no more - mah toes have all bu’ busted the front and th’ sides have split from jus’ wearin’ them day t’ day.”

“And the bra and panties I made for you? Are they still functional?”

Applejack turned a bright shade of red, crossing her legs some as the fact really registered. Butter, wisely, turned his head quickly from where he’d been looking before they noticed. “Ah haven’t been able t’ wear them fer a couple o’ weeks now…”

“Applejack, this simply will not do! If I had known that there were so many things wrong, I would have insisted that you come to me, instead of the other way around!”

“It’s not like you asked for more information…” Butter grumbled to himself.

“Ah dunno, Rarity. Ah can’t go out lookin’ like this. Ah’ll give Granny a heart attack if she sees me!”

“Applejack, I insist. There is no way, I can let you continue to walk around underdressed. I will not allow it, especially not for a good friend!” She stamped a foot down with finality.

“Couldn’t ya jus’ bring yer stuff here? An’ make it up while yer here an’ then jus’ take it back once it’s all done?”

“You mean...use this barn?” Rarity looked aghast at the idea. “Oh no no no no, that will not do. My boutique is where I keep my muse, my inspiration. It’s how I create such works of art! If I were to bring it here, well...I’m not sure what I’d create…”

Applejack rolled her eyes in eerie sync with Butter behind her, both well used to the diva antics of the mare. “Well, ah’m sorry Rarity, but ah ain’t goin’ out like this. Ah don’ wan’ people starin’ at me like some sorta rodeo event.”

Rarity wasn’t one for sitting and arguing over something with someone as stubborn as Applejack. Instead, things were going to have to be taken into her own hands; her own, magical, hands. As Applejack turned to sit back down, Rarity summoned up her magic, taking hold of Applejack’s tail and tugging it in the direction of the door. Applejack whinnied in shock as her tail was tugged, finding herself being dragged forcefully towards the door. Rarity took the lead, opening the door and keeping herself focused on Applejack, to keep that magical grip on her tail strong and able to pull the larger mare. Butter followed from behind, not being able to stop himself from laughing as Applejack got mad at her friend. She cussed more times than was necessary, but still Butter couldn’t help but laugh. Matters were only made more funny when Rarity began to chastise Applejack for using such coarse language when in the town. She cited that it wasn’t the kind of language that most adults should hear, let alone the children.

They soon reached the boutique and Applejack’s protests finally began to die down. Rarity entered first, whilst Butter made the mistake of trying to enter at the same time as Applejack. She was forced down onto her hands and knees and made to crawl through the doorway, right alongside Butter. Understandably, the pair got stuck; Butter suddenly finding himself on his side, wedged between the door frame and Applejack’s hips. Rarity didn’t help matters as she telekinetically pulled on Applejack’s forearms to get her further inside. Butter squealed as he was dragged through the door, the plush fat of Applejack’s hips threatening to absorb him otherwise. He could already feel that he was beginning to lose some feeling in his extremities, his vision completely full of her rear thanks to the sheer fabric of her attire. Applejack grunted and the door frame heaved as she forced herself in, Butter forcibly taken with. A final jolt of magic and Butter popped free like a greased up peanut, wrapping himself over a display mannequin that met his stumbling body nearby. Applejack tumbled forwards into the room, coming to a stop in a sitting position at its centre.

“See? That wasn’t so bad now was it, Darling? Now, let’s get you sized up. Oh, actually, try these boots on.” She pulled out a large pair of cowboy boots from behind the mannequin Butter was currently dazed upon. “I made these during our last visit- I got the measurements a little off though - made them too big, of all things. They might be useful now though!”

Applejack took the boots and tried them on. She slipped her toes in first, her feet slowly filling up the space inside. The neck of the boot seemed wide enough to fit her feet, but it began to strain a little as her meaty calves got involved. Her toes pressed against the bottom, sliding forwards down the gradually narrowing passage. The edges of the boot crept up against her, the leather brushing on her hardened skin. Her littlest toe bunched up against the next one along as they pressed against the end cap. Her foot was flat inside by now, the leather bulging outwards a little, but otherwise it had contained her foot. She put her other foot into the remaining boot and sure enough, it was the same. She stood up, taking care not to crash through the roof, standing in the section elevated over her workspace to avoid just that. As she rested on each foot in turn and walked a couple of steps, she seemed confident that these would be a fit, if only temporarily. Lifting both feet up and pulling on the laces to tighten them, a loud cracking was heard. Fractures tore along the leather of the boots and split it apart, revealing her feet within. Her toes burst through the ends of the boots, wiggling about in the free air. The soles shot off from beneath her feet as the tears came full circle. One sole flew straight towards Butter, giving him a whack on the head, just as he was beginning to come around from his earlier incident. Once her feet had torn through each boot, leaving her clutching the laces to what now looked like a very expensive pair of spats, Applejack blushed profusely.

“You know, Applejack, if you didn’t like them, all you had to do was say so.” Rarity deadpanned, both ignoring the groan of the incapacitated stallion.“Never mind - let me take your new measurements and I’ll get to sewing.”

Rarity took the tape measure to Applejack, as her client sat back down and tore the remains of her boots off her feet. Rarity started down at Applejacks feet, measuring across the top, then the width across her toes, and finally a measurement down each sole. She held up the tape measure once she was done, remarking how Applejack had risen to around a size twenty five on one foot and a size twenty five and a half on the other. Applejack blushed again, but Rarity explained that she would need to place an order in, so that she could make her something that would fit. Applejack understood of course; she didn’t want to wreck yet another pair just because she ‘had’ to wear something on her feet. Next up were the leg measurements, which Rarity needed the aid of a stepladder for. Stepping to the top, she managed to just reach the top of Applejack’s legs, getting a few shaky measurements before returning to her sewing machine.

The first creation Rarity came back with, after the debacle with the boots, were a pair of trousers, almost identical to the ones Applejack was wearing now. She’d even crafted a new pair of panties to go with them. Applejack slipped out from the ripped and ruined trousers, switching them for the new pants and undergarment. She put her legs through the holes and pulled them up around her waist. For a moment they seemed both to be a perfect fit, before a loud tearing filled the air and a split spread across the cheeks of her bum. Flesh filled out from inside the gap, pushing its way out into the sunlight. Rarity sighed and took back the trousers, deciding that they needed to be let out some more before Applejack could wear them. It wasn’t common for her to make a mistake, especially considering this was her best skill. Then again, Applejack wasn’t exactly what one would consider a normal customer. Those kinds of customers usually wanted their outfits let out once a year or two, not once every three days. Rarity wasn’t going to be beat though; she returned with a bigger pair of panties and trousers that snugly hugged Applejack’s wide hips and overly curvaceous buttocks. While not likely to hold for long, if Butter had been aware enough to watch, he certainly would have appreciated her choice.

Next up was a shirt and a bra, the latter of which would prove the most troublesome. The amount of wire that it would take to fit around the frame for a chest like Applejack’s was astronomical and that was provided she got it right first time. A few hours after taking the measurements, she was sure she had got something that Applejack should be able to wear. She handed it off and Applejack did her best to slip it on. Meanwhile, Butter finally came around, waking up with a pounding headache and a severely sore face. He rubbed his head as he stared at what appeared to be the sole of a boot, just sitting on the ground. He removed himself from the mannequin he had been spooning with and made his way over to Applejack and Rarity. He was about to pass comment on how great Rarity was making his girlfriend look, but stopped himself when he saw Applejack’s chest vibrating. Or rather, her bra was the one doing the vibrating. Flesh spilled out of the sides, all over the bra, acting like a spring that was too far depressed. The hook at the front of the material couldn’t take any more and pinged off, striking Butter square in the forehead, sending him off to la la land for the third time.

Applejack and Rarity both stifled a giggle as the latter checked to make sure he was okay. Once they were certain he was, they both burst out laughing. As far as comical moments went, that was one of the finest and Butter likely didn’t even realise it. The pair continued to howl like a pair of wolves, right up until Rarity returned with the next bra. This one had bigger and deeper cups, so that it could take all of Applejack’s chest without springing back out. The clips tied together with little problem and the straps didn’t cut into her shoulders; as far as Applejack was concerned, this one was a keeper. Upon hearing that she was satisfied, Rarity stitched up a couple more until her underwire supply ran dry, leaving Applejack with a total of five new bras.

Now there was only one more thing left in terms of general clothing. A shirt, something that given how the bra had performed, had the potential to be ten times more deadly. If any part of it felt like it was too strained, then those buttons could come pinging off in all directions. So Rarity worked her magic, working on the shirt, getting it to the size that the tape measure said should fit, then taking it to Applejack. Instead of letting her try it on and rip it like she had all the others, Rarity instead held it against her. Checking it over with her eyes alone, she was soon satisfied and allowed Applejack to wear it. The shirt fit snugly, a little tight in places, but Rarity assured her that it wasn’t worth worrying about. Now that she was finally dressed, Applejack could finally rest easy, though Rarity had one final surprise up her sleeve.

Disappearing out the back for a moment, Rarity rummaged around for what she was after. A replica of Applejack’s hat, meant for a head much bigger than the average pony. Up until now, Applejack had been wearing the one she had when she was smaller. At her current height it looked more like the type of hat that one might give to a monkey that was performing in a circus. It was cute, but it wasn’t the kind of thing you’d be wanting on your head when you were out in public, or trying to sell apples. She returned to the shop floor with the hat and Applejack’s eyes lit up. She snatched up the hat and placed it on her head, removing the other and tucking it into her trouser pocket. She thanked Rarity for the thoughtful present and went to leave, bending down to collect the unconscious Butter along the way. As she bent down, the shirt pulled tight under her arms and around her waist. By the time she was fully bent, the main body of the shirt came away from the arms, leaving her with two circles of fabric on her arms and a somewhat tougher looking shirt.

“Oh, Applejack. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make this hard for me…” Rarity just sighed.

Applejack apologised and returned the shirt in pieces, allowing the master seamstress enough time to fix it and make a few little adjustments. Once she was done, Applejack was left with a now much baggier shirt than before, one that wasn’t tight in any location. Just to be sure though, Applejack was forced to do a couple of bends and squats, just to test the outfit to its maximum. No more breakages, thankfully, and she was finally able to bid farewell to Rarity. The fashionista didn’t admit it, but as she watched Applejack crawl out of the doorway, Butter slung over her shoulder, she was very grateful that they were done. Now she could take a couple of hours to relax and rest up from the ordeal, before she got back on with her own work...