Pinkie's Big Break

“Bigger!” Pinkie proclaimed, spreading her arms in a grand gesture more suited for a podium—or perhaps, a pulpit—than her audience of one in the bakery.

“Uh, Pinkie?” Twilight said, frowning at her friend from behind the customer side of the counter. “What’re you talking about?”

“The effect of these cookies, silly. Here, have one!” The pink pony slid the tray towards Twilight, beaming expectantly.

“They are… bigger than usual cookies?”

“Oh Twilight, get with the programme, jeez! They make you bigger, of course. Or at least, parts of you,” Pinkie added, winking.

“And… That’s something I should want?” Twilight said, still eyeing the cookies with suspicion. Even if they were generously filled with chunks of white and milk chocolate.

“Oh dear, oh dear. Are we that far from a Hyperquestria timeline? No worries, Pinkie’s here to steer us home!” She waved her hand at her friend, who was growing visibly more puzzled with every other word that Pinkie said.

“Now, Twi, don’t you worry about that. Just relax, think of something nice, and have a treat. On me.” Pinkie snatched up a cookie and bit into it, spilling crumbs everywhere. “Ooh, tasty and effective. You really can do anything when you put your mind to it, huh?”

Seeing Pinkie dig in, Twilight dipped her toes in the enchanted cookie dough. “How can a cookie be effective?”

“Simple, silly. How many cup sizes do you grow?” Pinkie laughed. “I thought you were such a wiz at numbers!”

“Cup sizes? You don’t mean…”

The cookie took effect before Twilight could finish her sentence, forcing a sharp gasp from the bookish woman as her breasts abruptly grew bigger, bulging her bra to pieces and eyeing the destruction of her top, too, as they went from nice handfuls to a set closer to dwarfing her own head with boobular mass.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Pinkie said, laughing with husky delight as her own tits followed suit. No painful bra-straps digging in for her; she knew what was coming and hefted her rapidly growing breasts with deft hands, not even bothering to repress her moan as her nipples grew fat and obscene, tenting her shirt before the size of her perky beach balls tore the fabric apart.

“B-by Celestia!” Twilight said, stumbling into the counter, flushed and squirming with every little touch of friction across her fat, sensitive boobs.

“Nah. By little, ol’ me. But we can fix the little.” She snatched another cookie and pushed the tray towards Twilight again. “I expected more, really. It’s a little disappointing, don’t you think?”

“Are you serious? We… we’re bustier than all of Ponyville! Combined, even! Rarity would struggle to fit a bra for your areola alone.”

“Oh, Twi. We’ve not even begun. But that’s alright, you’ll learn,” she said, smiling as she wolfed down another. “Sure you don’t want seconds? They’re good.”

Twilight’s cheeks burned so bright that any further escalation might make her collapse upon herself, like some kind of embarrassment black hole. That, or she just needed to cum really hard.

“I… I’m good,” she lied, looking away as Pinkie stripped off the remaining shreds of her top and continued with her skirt, evidently aiming for complete nudity without a single sign of bashfulness.

“Suit yourself. I’ll save you some for later.”

“I couldn’t possibly get any bigger than this…” Twilight said, trailing off. She had never even seen boobs this big, much less contemplated them hanging on her own chest—or on her friends, for that matter. How was she going to explain this or, indeed, get home without exposing herself?

Pinkie watched her internal debate with a knowing grin, uncommonly laconic as she kneaded her own far larger, and still slowly swelling, tits. As Twilight excused herself, stumbling over her words and hooves on her way to the door, Pinkie offered only a single parting comment:

“You’ll learn.”

The door to the bakery slammed shut. Pinkie was alone and undisturbed, the remaining expansion-laced cookies at her disposal. She rubbed her hands.

“Well. My boobs won’t knock this place down by themselves, will they? Might as well help myself…” She reached for a cookie, brought it up to her lips—and paused.

Pinkie laughed.

“Bet you’d like me to bite down, huh? Empty that whole tray, fill the whole bakery with my big, growing titties?” She flashed a grin, sly as a fox, as she addressed the empty room. Or rather…

“Yeah, you. You know who I’m talking to.” She winked, putting on a show of leaning over the bakery counter as her massive breasts squished between her arms. “I’m doing this for you, know! Give you a niiice, messy orgasm, reading about my growing tits. And maybe, in the process, cum a few times myself. Or a lot of times.”

Pinkie was openly rubbing her clit now, uncaring if anybody walked in on her. She knew they wouldn’t; not unless it was sexy enough.

“But if that is gonna happen, I’ll need more oomph. Beachballs? C’mon. That’s sad. My friends have started larger than that earlier in this series and didn’t even think anything of it. And I have to start in a timeline where Twilight got all flustered by growing such tiny titties? Tut tut. We’re gonna have to do so much better than that.”

She scarfed down another cookie and stepped into the center of the room (I’m gonna need the space!) with a jaunty sway of her hips.

“Now,” she said, and held her hands under her massive, shapely breasts. “Make me bigger!”

The magical baked goods, eager to please, kicked into gear. Pinkie’s bust bwoomphed forward in a cartoonish surge of growth, adding dozens of inches to her bustline in one go.

“Yeah, yeah, not bad,” she said, jiggling her tits as they sagged down to her hips, so big and perfect that they could only ever have fit on a cartoon pony. “How about my butt? Can’t let anyone steal my booty’s thunder, right?”

The enchantment instantly flowed to Pinkie’s already considerable ass, fattening her cheeks and widening her hips. “Oh yeah!” she called, shaking her booty and making her ass clap. “Go on! More, more!”

With each clap, her backside grew, jiggling so mightily that the display case behind her quaked. Which was entirely the kind of gravity Pinkie’s ass deserved.

“Now my tits again!” she called out, gyrating to her own beat. Her breasts surged again by degrees, pushing her little by little into the most exaggerated hourglass figure that Ponyville had ever seen.

“Pff. This Ponyville, maybe. I’ve seen better!”

The magical show shook the whole bakery, sending chairs and tables clattering to the floor as the party pony danced like nobody was watching. And when it finally died down, Pinkie was out of this world. Her breasts were nearly as wide as she was tall, her enormous, puffy nipples leaking streaks of milk down her enviable underbust, while her ass had grown phat enough to swallow any pony whole who dared let her sit on their face.

“I still wanna be bigger,” Pinkie said without even a moment’s consideration.

A picture frame, bearing a list of pastries and their prices, fell from the wall with a loud smash.

“Don’t try to change the subject. Make me bigger!”

The half-finished tray of cookies still sat on the counter, cooling, but still pleasantly warm from the oven.

“I don’t care about the cookies! I don’t need them. We don’t need them.” Pinkie squared herself up and grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. You knew exactly who she was addressing.

“Listen, I know you can’t do it, you’re just reading along, but Phen can. She just needs to get over her silly ideas of ‘reasonable escalation’ and ‘not going insane with size in an instant’.”

Just eat your damn cookies, Pinkie.

“Just grow me, Miss Author!”

Pinkie put her hands on her hips, leaning ever so slightly forward to let her enormous rack sway gently from side to side.

“Well? Gonna claim my titties wouldn’t look hotter filling the room to bursting? That my butt doesn’t deserve to be caked up better than this whole bakery?”

She slapped her ass, openly enjoying the jiggling and the hyper-tuned sensitivity of her expanded body. The flow of milk from her tits intensified, joined by an equally outragous stream of girlcum gushing down her immensely plump inner thighs.

“I’m gonna count to three. One. Two.” Pinkie paused, grinning gleefully as she played to her audience. “And… three.”

Bwoomph.

The resulting explosion of boob pushed a rush of air out of the shop as the floor filled to the brim with hot pink tits. Pinkie’s pony-dwarfing nipples dragged across the display windows, showcasing her delicious bounty of fertile curves, before the walls gave out and fractured, letting her naked breasts bulge out in every direction, held back only by the few solid supports for the second floor. It did not, however, stop her from spraying a shower of milk across the open street, turning it into a chaotic canal in a matter of moments, more fit for gondolas than foot traffic.

“Oh yeah!” Pinkie whooped from behind her wall of tits and thrust out her ass, which had all but achieved lift-off on its own from the force of the pussy juice gushing down her legs. “Again!”

The second surge sent a tremor through the whole village. Pinkie’s breasts surged out with such power that they launched the roof of the bakery straight into orbit and wasted no time taking up the space that the building had occupied in its entirety, spilling out to smoosh against every adjacent house as they soared like a rising tide. In a few seconds, Pinkie had become the preeminent landmark of Ponyville; but why settle?

“Bigger!” she demanded, sinking her arms into her tits as they lifted her into the air. “Make me bigger!”

All sense of proportions fell before the pony’s unrestrained growth-lust, her tits expanding effortlessly to flatten the whole town under their great, marshmallowy bulk—harmlessly, of course, but as oppressive and overwhelming as only the boob-crush of a goddess could be. It was a fool’s errand to even try to track their size and their rate of unstoppable swelling, growing too fast to absorb, let alone record. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of feet of busty mountains, with their owner wiggling happily at their peak.

“Oh, stop moaning, you know you love my bubblegum blimps,” Pinkie said, furiously fingerbanging herself. “Gosh, I’m getting so wet! But not nearly wet enough. You know what that means.”

The stream of steaming juices gushing from her cunt intensified sharply, becoming a frothing river that, despite the increasingly vast size difference, gave her milky tits a run for their money in flooding the town below. In so much as the town still existed under the near—no, certain!—miles of titties and the rapidly deepening lake of Pinkie’s fragrant honey.

Satisfied that her pussy was set to turn her home town into a new kind of Atlantis, she turned her attention to her ass, slapping her cheeks and moaning wantonly as they bwoomphed and clapped, each strike all but doubling their incredible curves. It made her booty grow at an astounding pace—but then, they had a lot to catch up to in her landscape-dwarfing tits.

“There we go…” Pinkie murmured, a dreamy look on her face as she masturbated her way to dominating the skyline, a tiny prick of a pony lost in the vastness of her own curves. She arched her back, letting the whole country hear her long, satisfying orgasm—if anyone stopped their flight from the encroaching wall of bright pink T&A and the rising ocean of girlcum to listen.

There she rested, blissed out beyond belief, in a heaven of her own making. She had achieved her goal, becoming the biggest pony of all.

“Really, now…” Pinkie murmured from the cleavage canyon. “You think I’m done?”

You cannot be serious.

“You think I’m not gonna grow my boobies to the size of the planet? Snuff out the sun between my butt cheeks? Flood the galaxy with girlcum?”

Pinkie, the tempo of the story is way off for that. Don’t even try.

“Tell that to my titties, Phen. They disagree.”

Too bad.

“Too bad for you, Miss Author. You’re outvoted.”

Outvoted or not, the story is ending.

“Mh, no. Not yet,” Pinkie said and crossed her arms, as her country-dwarfing curves abruptly restarted their rise towards the stars.

What? No, they don’t stop growing, don’t stop expanding, don’t stop feeling even better for the cheeky pony atop her mountains of tits and ass. Pinkie’s moons soon outsize the real thing and the planet is soon to follow, sinking safely into the depths of her all-encompassing cleavage.

“Thank you, Phen, that’s very kind of you.”

Stop that, you smartass! You’ll ruin the fabric of space-time with the force of your growth.

“Ooh, I’ll certainly try!” Pinkie giggled. “Gotta pervert this timeline somehow, right?”

This isn’t a fucking omni-growth story, Pinkie, the pacing is already terrible.

“What was that you said before? Ah, yes… Too bad,” Pinkie said, grinning as her vast masses of sensual curves devoured the solar system and pushed onwards like some great cosmic calamity. Whatever was not washed away by the unstoppable tide of tit was drowned by Pinkie’s pretty pussy, every single flick of her clit producing twice as much gushing as the one before; and Pinkie was only growing hornier as her body overwhelmed the galaxy.

Great. As if writing meaningful growth at astronomical scales weren’t hard enough, you’re breezing through that, too. There’s no impact.

“Agree to disagree. The impact that I’m looking for is my ass smacking against the limits of the universe.”

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“There we go.”

Congrats. You’re the biggest ever. There’s nowhere left to grow. Can we end it now?

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Pinkie said, winking at you reading these words. “I can see someone who’ll happily give me more space to fill…”

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