> Limestone's 100ft Life
>  by The Eroticator
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> Day 0
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Limestone pushed open the door to the Pie homestead with a groan. Dust filtered down through the air off of her jeans, the sign of a long day's work. She quickly removed her steel toed boots and dropped them onto a worn mat, the motions automatic. Rickety floorboards creaked underfoot as she trudged into the kitchen to make herself a quick dinner in the form of pickles and a ham sandwich. 

As she mindlessly chewed, hunched over the table in exhaustion, Limestone's thoughts wandered to the past. When she was young, she ate with her parents and her three little sisters every day. And while her family, save Pinkie of course, didn't speak very much during meals, she found herself missing them at times like this. Initially, she had been immensely proud of herself when her dad gave her full responsibility over the Pie Family Rock Quarry upon his retirement, in acknowledgement of her greatness in the mining arts. Her labors were appreciated, as Limestone's continued efforts helped pay for the much more modern house in downtown Canterlot the rest of her family now lived in. They all visited every week, but she still got lonely sometimes.

Pausing from her food, Limestone then tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling. "My life is stable. But, well. It's about time I admitted to myself that it's freaking boring."

Brow furrowed, she chugged some water before forcefully slamming her glass down. "It's like I do the same thing every day! Wake up, dig for ore and jewels, occasionally sell the ore and jewels, eat, sleep, repeat." What she really needed was an exciting event to break up the monotony.

Limestone pondered aloud what she could do to find some excitement as she went upstairs to take a bath. "Maybe I need a hobby. Like stamp collecting, or whatever. Maybe cards instead? Nah, I don't have the time."

Once she was in the bathroom, she twisted open the tub's squeaky faucet and unceremoniously tore off her clothes, freeing her above-average C cup tits from the confines of her sports bra in the process. While she almost never had the opportunity to show it off, Limestone was more than okay with her body. Tough exercise had thickened and toned her limbs and ass with muscle, producing strong yet womanly curves. She had also earned a set of six pack abs. 

Glancing at her naked self in the mirror, she realized something. "That's what I need: a boyfriend. Or some friends with benefits, at least."

As the dipped into the tub, Limestone recalled her previous experiences in the sack, of which there had been very few. Mainly they were one night, experimental flings back in high school, usually with some amount of booze involved. Out here in the distant suburbs, nobody cared enough to judge. Unfortunately, most of the guys her age had been too put off by her personality to form any lasting relationships. After a while, they all said she was 'too abrasive'. 

Grabbing a squirt of shampoo, she brushed her hands through her hair before beginning to lather it in. By the time Limestone had finished washing off the day's dirt and sweat, she was determined to get the human attention she needed, one way or another. She didn't quite know how, yet, but she would. The less kind part of her was envious of her sisters, still young and in the center of the action. "Ugh, now I regret not bothering with college a little. Could have gotten laid way more."

Sighing, she collapsed into her bunk bed turned cot, not bothering with any pajamas. Limestone pulled the cotton sheet and flannel blanket up to her shoulders before rolling onto her side. The details would come to her by aid of coffee tomorrow. For now, she was wiped, and drifted to dreamland in moments.





In the dead of night, with nobody awake to see it, a broken plinth which once held the statue of a rearing steed began to glow. A large wisp of white light burst out into the air, rising above Canterlot High. Free of obstacles, it snaked rapidly past the edge of the city, until it came upon a rustic farmhouse. It floated through the second story window, settling immediately into the sleeping body of Limestone Pie.

And then, she began to grow...
> Day 1
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Limestone awoke to the sun's rays beating down on her eyelids, as she always did. Just because she made her own schedule didn't mean she could afford to be lazy. Before she could be bothered to open them, however, she noticed that a few things seemed off. For starters, she couldn't feel any bedding on top of her. Additionally, said bed seemed to be far less comfortable than she remembered, which was saying something. More curious, though, were the voices. They were numerous, and louder than she was used to in the morning.

But before she could give them a piece of her mind, though, she had to actually get out of bed. Leaning onto her back, Limestone yanked herself upright, blinking her eyes open with a yawn. What she saw made her very confused very quickly: the sky. 

Ok, why the hell am I outside? she thought. More specifically, she was right next to the quarry, the exposed layers of grey and tan stone sprawled out in front of her. For some reason, the vast, heavily excavated pit seemed somewhat less vast than usual.

Suddenly, the voices from before increased in volume, and Limestone was assaulted by a barrage of flashing lights. Both seemed to be coming from below and to her left, so that was where she swiveled her head to leer in irritation.

At first, she didn't understand what she was looking at. What's with all the toy cars and dollhouses? And are those bugs?

Squinting, she looked more closely. Oops, wait, no, that's just bunch of tiny news reporters. Wait, tiny reporters!?

Shocked to full alertness, Limestone gasped. Yup, those were in fact people she was seeing. Except each of them only seemed to be about three inches tall. Taken in conjunction with the appearance of those 'dollhouses' and the area surrounding them, she had a frightening realization. No. It couldn't be.

Slowly, eyes wide, she looked down. Splintered wood and other general wreckage was piled up under and around her butt. "Oh. Oh fuck."

She was a veritable giant. Resting on top of what used to be her home. The neighbor's houses barely came up her boobs, even sitting down as she was. In the process of observing this fresh fact, Limestone remembered she was naked.

With a yelp that nearly broke every window on the block, she clenched her thighs together and wrapped her arms around her chest. "Are you guys for real?" she exclaimed, glaring daggers at the journalists below, the people so numerous that they blocked off the road. "Even if this is a big scoop, a girl deserves a bit of courtesy! How many people are watching me right now!?"

If anything, her outburst made the situation even worse. Now that she was actually awake and paying attention, the reporters shifted their focus from their respective cameramen to Limestone, holding up their microphones and bombarding her with questions.

"You're Limestone Pie, correct?"

"Miss, could you tell us how exactly you ended up this large?"

"Should the public be concerned that you're a threat?"

"Excuse me, the world needs to know: what will you do now?"

"A big scoop is right!"

Well, that last one wasn't a question, and came from a random bystander. Still though, Limestone was unamused. "Yes, I'm Limestone. As for everything else, I have no god damn clue! So don't push your luck."

Ignoring their many follow-up inquiries, Limestone took stock of her current predicament. Judging by the size of herself in relation to everything else, she was about a hundred feet tall. There was no way she'd be able to get any privacy like this, since no building could possibly admit her. On the other hand, she was the center of attention now. Isn't that sort of what she'd wanted? There were even a number of helicopters circling high over her head. Assuming there was no way to return to normal, and she could, you know, live this way, there might be some positives to her situation. Keyword being might.

Before she could start problem solving, however, a pair of cars pulled up behind the others. They came in fast, screeching to a stop, and from them rapidly emerged eight girls. While Limestone didn't recognize most of them, one was very familiar.

"Limestone!" shouted a visibly concerned Pinkie at the top of her lungs, her hands cupped over her mouth. "Can you hear me up there!? Are you okay!?"

Realizing the others must have been her close friends, of whom Limestone had heard a great deal about recently, she forced herself to smile. Pinkie was a sight for sore eyes, and she really needed her sister's trademarked wacky optimism right now. "I'm fine, Pinkie. Just, well, you know," she said, gesturing to herself.

Seeing a fresh development, the news crews all went silent to record their conversation. Limestone knew better than to try and shoo them all away.

As Pinkie exhaled deeply in relief, Limestone realized the rest of her family wasn't with her. "Where are mom, dad, Marble, and Maud?" she asked.

At this, Pinkie chuckled sheepishly. "They kinda, sorta, all fainted on the spot when the saw you on TV. Except Maud, who stayed to look after them."

Limestone snorted. "Of course. Why am I not surprised?"

Rainbow Dash stepped forward, craning her head back to address Limestone. "Since they couldn't make it, we all rushed over as soon as we heard, 'cause we're supportive like that."

"Everyone figured you could, um, use some help," added Fluttershy, who was blushing deeply and facing away.

Sunset Shimmer, however, was completely unfazed by Limestone's continued nudity, scanning the giantess' body with a critical eye. "This is almost definitely a rogue magic issue. We're about the only ones who can help."

Limestone figured that 'magic' was as good an explanation as she was going to get. Especially since she'd seen Pinkie's in action before. "If you say so," she said, cocking her brow.

Twilight Sparkle nodded in confirmation. "We haven't failed yet!"

"Before we get to that, though," cut in Rarity, "I believe there are more pressing matters to address. Or just 'dress', as it were."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," agreed Applejack, who had her hat pulled down to cover her eyes. 

"Dress her with what?" asked Rainbow. "Circus tents?"

Pinkie tried and failed to stop from bursting into laughter. "O-oh wow. That was good. I'm sorry, sis, I can't h-help myself."

Limestone's eye twitched. She was seriously tempted to knock Dash over with a finger for that little joke. But she managed to exercise restraint.

After shooting a violent frown at Rainbow, Rarity placed a hand on her chin in thought. "Eh-hem. Limestone, if I can scale up your measurements, I should at the very least be able to make a bikini or two for you in your new size. That is, assuming I can procure enough material." 

"Don't bother," said Limestone, allowing her arms to fall to her sides, once more exposing her titanic tits. "It's nice of you to offer, but that would be a major waste of effort. The whole country already saw me in the buff while I was sleeping, so why stop now?" she added, resigned. "I'll get used to it anyway."

Rarity seemed slightly disappointed. "If you say so, darling." 

Applejack placed her hands on her hips. "Anyhow, Limestone here'll need a place to stay until we can sort this out," she noted, changing the subject. "There's plenty o' room on the farm."

Twilight shook her head. "That would be awkward, I think. It's too close to the city. I have a much better idea."





Limestone stood tall at the end of the road, firm and unmoving like a living mountain. Her feet compacted the dirt below as they supported her new immensity. The view was actually pretty nice from her vantage point, with a dense forest bordering a calm lake.

She had followed Pinkie and her friends to the location Twilight suggested: Camp Everfree. With her towering legs, Limestone easily kept pace with their vehicles at a walk, the trip barely taking half an hour. The hard part had been avoiding stepping on anything important. If those farmers minded a portion of their crops getting trampled, then that was too bad. They'd just have to deal with it.

Sunset hadn't come with, instead staying behind to keep the obnoxious newspeople occupied, which Limestone very much appreciated. Even after the multiple incidents that had previously occurred, this was the first time that mass media had caught wind of magic in Canterlot, the events before now written off as hoaxes or illusions. But, well, the evidence in this case was too overwhelming to ignore, and the bombshell that was the existence of magic would keep them occupied for a long while. Still, the helicopters had followed Limestone, and she tried very hard to ignore them.

As her normal sized companions entered the camp proper, Limestone waited patiently, exposed in the open. It was honestly kind of liberating, feeling the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on her skin without anything getting in the way.

Limestone almost didn't notice when they returned with two fresh faces in tow, lost in the moment as she was. Twilight beamed up at her, hands press together. "Great news, Limestone! Timber and Gloriosa have agreed to let you stay for as long as you need!"

"Great," Limestone said. "I'm more of a rock person, honestly, but it is pretty nice out here."

"I'm so happy you like our camp!" Gloriosa exclaimed. "We aim to please, yes we do!"

Man, Limestone thought, never thought I'd meet a chick as bubbly as Pinkie. I ain't buying it. "What's the catch? Twilight promised you something, didn't she?"

Gloriosa waved away the question, her smile unchanged. "What, no, of course she didn't! It's not like I'm hoping your residence will drum up more business, or anything!"

Limestone facepalmed with the force of a thunderclap. So did Applejack, minus the extreme noise. "Great," Limestone mused. "I'm a tourist attraction."

"That's no way to put it!" insisted Rarity. "You, Limestone, are a star, commanding attention like never before! Why, just look at Timber!"

Limestone did look at Timber. At the moment, he was staring up at her, rendered helpless by her looming body. Limestone smirked. This guy was such a dork. Ok yeah, Rarity was right, she did feel better when thinking along those lines.

Twilight's reaction, however, was the opposite. She hummed at him in disapproval, but went completely unnoticed by Timber until Gloriosa punched him in the shoulder, jolting him back to his senses. "Ow, what?"

As Rainbow laughed at his expense, Twilight just sighed.

"That aside, hehe," chuckled Pinkie before taking a deep breath, "no matter what anyone else thinks, you'll always be my sister!"

"Aw, thanks, Pinkie," said Limestone, her heartstrings successfully tugged. She was having a major case of emotional whiplash today.

There was a brief period of awkward silence and fidgeting among the group before Fluttershy tentatively spoke. "Um, Twilight, didn't you have some more to say to Limestone?"

"Oh, right!" Twilight said, shifting to once more address Limestone, this time in full lecture mode. "The logic behind making Camp Everfree your temporary residence is the necessity of food and water."

Now that she mentioned it, Limestone was pretty hungry, having skipped breakfast for obvious reasons. On cue, her stomach gurgled, the sound akin to a volcano on the verge of erupting. She saw everyone's faces pale a bit.

"Ahem," Twilight coughed before continuing, "given that you are now approximately twenty times taller than you were previously, your body's volume, and therefore your needed caloric intake, is eight thousand times greater than normal. Since we don't have the budget to feed a small town, unconventional food sources are the next best thing. Namely, trees."

Limestone thought she'd misheard. "I'm sorry, did you say I'm supposed to eat trees? As in, tree trees?"

"Yes," she confirmed, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. "Many deciduous species are at least partially edible, but you'll want to only eat Spruce or Birch trees, which should be completely edible. Timber here can teach you to identify them."

Timber pointed at himself. "Me?"

"Well, it's a school day," said Twilight. "I've missed enough classes already!"

Rarity smiled in amusement. "Also, we need to return for our instruments - and Sunset - in order to go about fixing you, Limestone dear."

"It's either that or we reaffirm our friendship again. On command. Somehow," said Fluttershy, almost too softly for Limestone to hear.

"Eh, rocking out is obviously more awesome, anyway," added Rainbow, shredding on an air guitar for a second.

"If you say so!" exclaimed Gloriosa. "It was great to see you again! Take care! I'll miss you!"

Applejack's eyebrow rose in a display of supreme questioning. "We're coming back to see Limestone this afternoon." 

Gloriosa didn't seem to hear her. Maybe she's freaking out internally about this whole thing, more so than I am, even, and trying her best to hide it? Limestone wondered. Regardless, it was about time they left, apparently, so Limestone waved goodbye. "See ya."

The girls returned her wave before filing into their cars, save Pinkie, who also wrapped Limestone's ankle in a hug first.

After that, Limestone endured an extremely awkward crash course on botany from Timber, complete with quick upwards glances. Still, by the end she was able to squint really hard at leaves to check if they matched those on the example trees he showed her. Once he and Gloriosa left to return to their business, Limestone was finally free to go about her own.

The first item on her impromptu schedule was to eat, obviously. While not all of the vast Everfree Forest was on camp property, there were plenty of trees for her to choose from, and a few wouldn't be missed regardless. She slowly made her way through the woods, scanning the foliage as she went. Her legs crashed through branches and sent birds scattering in all directions. Eventually, she found a medium-sized birch which looked vaguely appetizing. Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed the trunk, her fingers able to wrap around its entire circumference. Keeping the base steady, she twisted her wrist, snapping the entire thing clean off like a twig.

Limestone turned the tree this way and that in her hand, examining it from every angle before shrugging and biting off a branch. It wasn't particularly tasty, which she had expected, given that people normally didn't eat wood or leaves. Still, it had a nice crunch, and Limestone liked crunchy, gladly taking another bite after she'd swallowed the first. The whole experience felt surreal, almost like eating cotton candy because of the overall shape, but not really, because it was a whole entire tree.

By the time only a log remained, Limestone had had her fill. She left it on the forest floor by the fresh stump and went over to the lake to wash it down. Cupping her hands, she carried a few gulps worth of fresh water all the way up to her wide lips, the excess she couldn't swallow cascading down her chin and through her cleavage, briefly forming a picturesque waterfall.

"Ahh, that hit the spot," she said, clasping her hands and stretching her arms high. Limestone almost imagined she'd be able to touch the clouds, but no dice. Fully refreshed, she returned to the camp proper.

The others probably want me to wait here, she thought. But I can't just sit around doing nothing, I'm already starting to feel guilty about my lack of productivity today. I'll just retrace my steps to the quarry and see what I can get done.

Her internal debate resolved, Limestone gingerly moved back towards the road, and to familiar territory. 

"Excuse me!"

—But was stopped by somebody shouting for her attention next to the arched gate. It wasn't Gloriosa, Timber, or anyone else she recognized. Rather, Limestone found herself staring down at a purple-skinned teenager who looked the part of a stereotypical nerd, complete with suspenders on his pants and taped-together, black glasses.

"Yes?" Limestone asked. "What do you want?" She highly doubted he was a camper in that getup.

"Hi, I'm Micro Chips!" he said, waving a bit too enthusiastically. "I really want to talk with you about something important, and I've been waiting patiently for you to get comfortable in your new size first."

"Uh, ok," she said, skeptical. Limestone wasn't really sure what his deal was, but figured she might as well hear him out, given he'd gone through the trouble of following her all the way out here. At least he seemed polite, unlike those creepy-ass, film-you-while-you-sleep newscasters. "So, what's up? Other than me, heh."

Smiling wide, he was happy to provide an explanation. "Do you mind if I'm a bit blunt? You strike me as the sort of woman who doesn't like it when people beat around the bush, metaphorically speaking."

This was true, so she nodded. "Shoot."

Steeling himself, Micro Chips straightened his posture and met her eyes. "I have a giantess fetish and would do basically anything to be with you."

More so than anything else that had happened today, which was saying something, this statement left Limestone dumbstruck. She pulled her head back, blinking owlishly. Wow, he sure wasn't kidding. "That's..."

Upon seeing Limestone's hesitance, he cringed away. "Super weird, I know," said Micro, downcast. "It's just that, until now, it was nothing more than a fantasy. An amazing one, but I knew it would never happen for real, even with all the mind control and magic beams going around at CHS lately. But then I saw you. You're a dream come true, Limestone." 

"... Interesting. I was going to say 'interesting'," she finished.

Micro Chips pulled a 180, his hopeful expression returning. "You mean it?"

Limestone drummed her fingers against her leg. "Honestly? It's a bit flattering," she said, feeling a slight blush form on her cheeks. "Nobody's ever come onto me before. I was just having a bit of trouble processing the fact that some men are actually into women too big to properly fuck."

"Ah, I understand. Haven't been on the internet much, I assume?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm a working girl. Who has the time?"

Micro unabashedly raised his hand. "While not even close to common, there are plenty of people out there who feel the same way I do, and we have our own communities. I have other online friends coming who've dropped everything to fly into Canterlot and throw themselves at you. I figure there's enough Limestone to go around."

Tense, he looked up with pleading eyes. "Well? How about it?"

That knowledge stirred something up within Limestone, fresh, bubbling emotions. Knowing that she was an object of desire with the magnitude to effortlessly draw in a whole harem to her side set her heart beating faster. Beyond wanted, Limestone was needed, and for who she was, not what she did. This is what I've been missing. Not love, I have family for that, but desire, passionate and unrestrained. Am I really going to make myself an easy catch, though? she asked herself.

Limestone found her answer when she realized how disappointed Micro and the others would be if she declined. Her future actions clear, she smirked down at her cute little admirer, hands on her hips. "You've convinced me. I'll give this a shot."

"Oh hell yes!" he said, with much enthusiasm. "You won't regret it, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," replied Limestone with a seductive wink. It wasn't a very good seductive wink, out of practice as she was, but still.

He reacted favorably nonetheless. Limestone hadn't been paying special attention to his crotch until now, so she didn't know if his boner had been there the whole time, but it was definitely raging now, his pants visibly tenting. "So, what do you want to try first?" Micro asked, practically shaking with anticipation.

"Hmm..." voiced Limestone, before she musing on her options. "I think that, for now, you can stand there and watch," she concluded. "We did just meet like two minutes ago. Plus it wouldn't be fair to the other kinky bastards on their way." 

"Ah, dammit," Micro cursed. "Why did I have to go and tell you about that?"

Limestone chuckled. "Oh, think of it this way; you get a private show. Well, it'll be mostly for me, because shit did you get me horny, but also for you."

She wasn't kidding about being pent up. Spurred to arousal by the matter of discussion, Limestone had already been feeling a familiar, burning ache from deep inside her core, one that begged to be released. She didn't want to wait another second, but did so anyway to check the skies. The helicopters were all gone, likely having left to refuel. That was good, because what Limestone was about to do was most certainly not fit for television. "Mmm, let's get started."

Stepping over the gate, she placed her feet on either side of Micro Chips before squatting down, legs spread. Her pussy loomed over his head, casting him in shadow as her folds throbbed. She was so big that, even when crouching, the surrounding trees didn't even reach her hips. Enraptured by the sight, he rapidly unzipped his pants, freeing his rock hard cock. Limestone gladly soaked in the sight, but its girth was miniscule when compared to her clit or nipples, and that thought only turned her on further. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Limestone pressed her fingers against her labia, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. "Fuck. You like what you see, dude?"

"You have no idea," he said, breathless as he stroked himself. In fact, to better keep her in view, Micro Chips had laid down onto the grass. 

Limestone barely heard him, for she too had begun masturbating in earnest. The cool air was heavenly against her snatch, almost as good as her fingers. Each pass of skin against skin, flesh against flesh, was electrifying. She quickly lost all that remained of her self control, totally unable to stop herself as the sensations pulsing through her kept building in intensity. Limestone's fit body commanded the landscape, so why shouldn't she go all out?

Micro Chips didn't mind one bit, eyes following her every action as he fapped furiously below.

"Ahhn, I love this feeling," Limestone managed between heavy grunts. As she increased the pace of her ministrations, her body started to twitch, each motion shaking her boobs some. Realizing they were neglected, Limestone grabbed one with her free hand, squeezing tightly as she pinched her nipple between her digits.

Watching her go at it like that, her frame blotting out the heavens, made Micro's heart race like wild, and his dick was so hard he nearly thought it would break. "God, you're so unbelievably sexy, Limestone. Your legs, your chest, your gigantic cunt..."

"Ha! Bet you - unf - want to touch it too, eh?" Limestone prodded, moaning as she rubbed and flicked at her hot, wet insides. "Explore my every nook and cranny? Well, too bad. This fuckin' huge, I'm in control, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Hearing her say that make him writhe on the ground in pleasure. "You could - shit - literally hold me in the palm of your hand."

Limestone bit her lip. She totally could. Just pick him up and have her way with him, fingering his entire body. Boy, was that tempting. But no. She'd file that promising idea away for later. Instead, she tweaked her clit, bending and flicking at her most sensitive spot until she saw stars. She moaned in ecstasy, the soft squelching of her nethers providing backup for the lewd symphony she was making. Timber and Gloriosa could probably hear her, if they weren't watching from the distance already, but Limestone didn't care. She just kept fondling her car sized breasts with abandon. 

This combination of sights and sounds was enough to put Micro Chips over the edge. "Fuck, cumming!" Hips thrusting upwards at his out-of-reach dream girl, his cock shuddered, releasing spurts of semen into the air and all over his shirt.

Seeing him cum so intensely like that, without having even touched him but knowing it was solely her doing, tipped Limestone past the breaking point herself. Howling loud enough to be heard from a mile away, her passage clenched as tightly as an anaconda. Her back arched, toes curling and scraping the ground as her mind went blank from the pure, orgasmic bliss. She had never been much of a squirter, but the volume of luscious, sticky fluids that did burst forth from the depths of her pussy was more than enough to completely drench Micro's entire body in a rain of femcum. The sight only made her climax stretch out even longer, letting out a squeal of delight as she was wracked with spasms.

Unable to muster the strength to stay standing, Limestone collapsed onto her butt, totally obliterating the Camp Everfree sign in the process. Her deep breaths huffed in and out as she basked in the afterglow, more satisfied than she'd been in ages. "H-Holy shit."

"Y-Yeah," agreed Micro after a bit, his own afterglow equally overwhelming.

Eventually, both of them stood and recomposed themselves, Micro removing his dirtied shirt as Limestone brushed stray bits of wood off her ass. "I should probably be getting to work," she said, with only a hint of reluctance. "But we're definitely doing more of this later."

"Anything you want, babe, I'm game," Micro replied.

"Right answer," said Limestone with a smile. She decided to give him one last parting gift, delicately picking him to plant a quick kiss on his whole face before setting him back down. And then she left her new fuckbuddy behind, her stride having a tad more bounce to it than usual.





When Limestone returned to the quarry, she knew her usual methods were off the table. Still, she'd surprised herself with how well-suited her new size was for her routine tasks. Limestone needed no longer dream of the day she could afford actual, heavy duty equipment to replace her old pickaxe and cart. Her massive arms and legs worked just as well.

If she put her full force behind the motion, a single stomp of Limestone's heel hit like a wrecking ball, shattering the stone to bits. And carrying huge piles of rubble out of the carved depression was as easy as grabbing them in her hands and taking a couple of steps. Even sorting was a snap when each chunk of rock was shrunk down to the relative size of a pebble. The one thing she couldn't do was pick out any gemstones, as even if she uncovered any, they would be so small as to be invisible to her giant eyes. 

Still, Limestone had no right to complain when the tradeoff was that she could now get what had previously been a full day's worth of mining done in under an hour. It would be easy to use the extra money to hire somebody to pick them out. 

Okay, not everything was ideal, if she was being honest. Nature had called while she was working, reminding her that, yes, using the bathroom was something she would still need to do on the regular. Having to use her former bedsheet as toilet paper was a bit gross, but there wasn't anything else available. Eh, I'll figure something better out later.

Limestone was in the middle of her latest round of sorting, sitting cross-legged behind the tall piles of rocks, when she was interrupted by the honk of a horn. Pausing, she saw the culprit was a small, colorful bus with a light green old woman behind the wheel. It slowed to a stop before a blur of pink zipped out.

"Oh, Limey, you're working! Always the responsible one!" Pinkie exclaimed. 

"Hey, Pinkie," Limestone replied with a wave. "You here with that magic of yours?"

"Yup! We're all ready to go!" she confirmed, gesturing with both hands to the bus. Everyone was already carrying their respective instruments out the back door and beginning to set them up. Applejack also brought out Pinkie's drum set, the power bank, and the speakers as if they all weighed nothing.

Wanting to spare Pinkie's friends the wasted effort, Limestone spoke up. "Actually... after everything that's happened today, I think I'd rather stay like this."

Suddenly, the eight of them bristled, all activity halting. "Wait, really?" asked Fluttershy in disbelief.

Limestone nodded firmly. "Yes, really. I'm already happier, and my job is easier. Honestly, I've half a mind to call it fate that I grew huge."

"Huh. Well, if you're sure," began Applejack, "then I suppose it's fine by me."

"I dunno," said Dash, her brow narrowed with skepticism. "How do we know she won't, like, go mad with power and start rampaging though the city?"

This time, Limestone did knock Rainbow on her ass with a finger. "Keep being a bitch and I just might," Limestone said, snorting angrily. "Only your place, though."

Rainbow grumbled as Pinkie helped her up, only to find herself on the receiving end of a peeved party person pout. "Ok, you've gone too far. That wasn't very nice, Dashie! How could you say such a thing about my big sister?"

"Sorry," she sighed, wincing.

Limestone begrudgingly accepted Rainbow's apology. I'm obviously not a, um, what's the word for a giant monster...? Oh, it doesn't matter. Like, have some tact, god.

Ignoring her friend's antics and moving on, Twilight gave her two cents. "Discarding any notion of misused power, I agree with Applejack. If it's what Limestone wants, who are we to deny her?"

She was met with a chorus of affirmatives from Sunset and the others. Including the lady on the bus, who chimed in with a "Darn tootin'!"

"Great! Thanks for letting me have this," said Limestone. She really was appreciative. And very excited. Today's memories would probably stick with her forever. It was definitely a massive turning point in her life. "Have a good evening," she added.

"Ta ta! Cheers to the new you!" exclaimed Rarity.

With that, they each packed their things back into the bus. After another mandatory hug from Pinkie, it peeled away for Canterlot, girls in tow. Once Limestone had finished what remained of her day's tasks for the quarry, she went back to the camp for dinner, which was another tree and more lake water, before scoping out a place to sleep. Limestone settled on a large clearing amongst the forest with plenty of room.

Surrounded by the multihued light of dusk above and a soft bed of wildflowers below, Limestone fell asleep slowly, the day's events swirling though her mind. Man, what a ride. Here's hoping it only gets better from here...
> Day 2
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The chilly night breeze made it a bit difficult for Limestone to stay asleep, but she managed, and awoke fairly well rested to the sound of birdsong. The soft, early morning light shone down on her bare skin as she sat up and cracked her neck. Rather than shock, witnessing the relatively shrunken nature of the surrounding meadow filled her with anticipation. Who knew what would happen today?

Limestone stood, the dew feeling pleasant underfoot. A small smile crossed her face, now that she knew she had been blessed rather than cursed. Her towering size, combined with the lack of clothes to contain her, was quite liberating now that she'd had a day to get used to it. Before returning to check on Micro and her two landlords, Limestone started on a quick walk deeper into the Everfree to take care of business. Once she was sufficiently far away, she emptied her bladder, giggling internally at the small pond she'd produced.

On her way back, she took her time, scanning the treetops for breakfast. Spying a spruce to try, she reached low to pluck it from the earth like a gardener might a weed. If she was being honest, Limestone couldn't taste much of a difference between it and the birch from yesterday: both were poor. If there was one downside to being a magic giant, it was the food. 

After stopping at the lake to wash her face and grab a drink, her causal fifty mile-an-hour walking speed carried her to the center of camp in moments. From her vantage point, she could survey most of it at once. Over by the entrance, Limestone could make out two people, likely Timber and Gloriosa, repairing the archway she'd accidentally flattened under her ass. She winced. It would be a good idea to apologize for that later.

Of more immediate interest, however, were the people gathering outside the large, permanent tents. Micro Chips was there, along with a few others, and they ran along shouting people awake. "Come on, everybody! Limestone's up!" Micro exclaimed.

One by one, people emerged in various states of exhaustion, not even bothering to change out of their pajamas. Some complained about the early hour, others their jet lag. A dude in a beanie massaged his temples. "Ugh, I would not be getting up this early for anything other than this," he said.

They were all nevertheless visibly excited, which kindled a similar feeling in Limestone. Especially since she knew exactly why they were here. By the time Micro was finished rousing his friends, there were over twenty people in total, all there just for her, unable to tear their eyes away once they met her body. Most of them were young guys about her age, but there were some middle-aged men too, and even a couple of girls. While a bit surprised, she did not mind in the least. If her budding arousal was anything to go by, seeing the full variety of the individuals drawn to her by mere existence at an enhanced size made things even more enticing.

Eager to build anticipation even further, Limestone smirked, placing a hand on her hips. "Morning."

Only a few among the score of Limestone's fans had the necessary mental faculties to stammer out replies. Or were they her fuckbuddies? Supplicants? Regardless, Limestone continued. "Okay. I'm, uh, not the best with names, but how about you guys introduce yourselves? That way I'll know what to scream later."

Jaws dropped. Others gulped. Limestone waited as they all gathered their wits after that bit of teasing and sounded off one after the other. She retained maybe a quarter of the names, repeating them in her head so she wouldn't forget that much, at least. The brown haired guy with the haysian accent and the scar on his face was Ryn. Pumice was the reedy man with grey skin and orange hair. The pure white boy who Limestone suspected was barely old enough for this was Terramar. Mr. beanie-wearer from before was Norman. And Lickety Split, one of the girls, had pink skin and wavy, lighter pink hair. 

While most people insist on actually being aware of who exactly got the privilege of going down on them, Limestone, at the moment, was not one of those people. The idea of being at the center of a monumental gangbang, in both senses of the word, was too intoxicating to delay for such formalities. She wanted, no, needed this just as much as they did now, and Limestone saw no reason to avoid getting straight to business.

Heart dancing with anticipation, Limestone stepped back a bit to the large clearing in the middle of camp, her new playmates still looking up in awe. Slowly, she laid back onto the ground, head tilted forwards to keep herself in view. Her breasts splayed out gently to the sides, bouncing slightly as she settled in place. Then, she spread her legs wide, thick thighs parting ninety degrees as her heels flattened the grass in an arc. Her hot womanhood was now completely exposed to the group, and they ogled her unabashedly.

When none of them immediately made a move, Limestone sighed. "Well don't be shy, come on over here and fucking explore."

"Oh, hell yes," said Norman, already yanking his pants away from his now-throbbing erection.

"You do not have to tell me twice," said Ryn, following suit. 

Limestone watched as all of them rapidly stripped away their clothes, boxers and panties tossed aside like the useless impediments they were. Her personal harem came running to different areas, eager to please and to experience. Pumice was the first to make contact, throwing himself at her foot, of all places, and began to lick and hump at her sole. Meanwhile, a few others clambered up onto her ankles, crawling along her legs and rubbing against her with their bodies.

The fun really kicked off for Limestone when a bunch of guys, including Micro and Norman, made it to her pussy. They threw themselves at her folds, eagerly pulling, rubbing, and thrusting tiny limbs inside. At the mercy of their ministrations, Limestone let out her first wet, pleasure-laced moan of the day. "I-I've never felt anything like this before."

"Neither have we!" Micro exclaimed, only the top of his head visible to Limestone as he began jacking off her engorged clit with hands perfectly sized for the task, causing her to twitch and shudder.

"God, her scent..." someone else down there uttered.

At this point, everyone else was arriving at their destinations on Limestone's body, and she could feel every last warm, naked body moving against her. One guy had wormed his way into her hand, which lay at her side, and she began groping and squeezing him rhythmically with her fingers. Ryn had dangerously elected to squeeze himself underneath one of her butt cheeks, forcing himself past her skin feetfirst.

Providing even more pulse-pounding stimulation to go with the sensations at her cavernous crotch, another half dozen people climbed onto her tits, groping the luscious, oversized mounds with their whole bodies and dry humping her tensed nipples. Among them was Terramar, who was content to just relax in her cleavage, rubbing his cheek against her boob as he embraced as much of it as he could. "Now this is where I belong," he proclaimed.

Limestone's breathing was deep and rapid as she hummed and panted, the efforts of her many partners very much appreciated. However, her mouth would not remain unattended, as Lickety Split braved the uneven footing of her chest and walked up to her face before collapsing into a passionate makeout with Limestone's lower lip. In between exhalations that ruffled Lickety's hair, Limestone poked her tongue out to return the favor by coating her entire head in saliva. Lickety moaned in ecstasy. "Sweet lord, yes."

As Limestone's pleasure surged ever higher, so too did that of her myriad partners. A hetero pair faced Limestone, panting with exertion as they fucked doggy style using her stomach as a mattress. One of the men on her right tit grunted in satisfaction as he came all over her nipple. She heard and recognized Micro's cry of orgasm as well, figuring he must be the one by the lower half of her vagina from the vibrations. Pumice held on to her toes, jamming his dick between them while wearing an enraptured expression. 

The bundle of little sensations was very nearly overwhelming. Now, Limestone was a volcano of sexual tension, her mountainous frame shaking and primed to explode. It took all of her willpower not to just throw caution to the wind and start jilling herself off. Grip tightening reflexively, the dude in her hand abruptly shuddered and released. "Mmgah, I'm so close!" Limestone exclaimed.

All rational thought faded from her mind as the wave of heat within Limestone swirled and built, blood pounding through her pipe-sized veins. Hearing her excited moan, everyone redoubled their efforts, each applying their own unique ministrations. Terramar actually started jumping up and down on her boob like it was an inflatable castle, and it jiggled nearly as much.

Throaty, primal sounds echoed everywhere, from under her ass to right in front of her face as Limestone's many fuckbuddies climaxed one after the other, emptying themselves of all their pent up urges, gone unfulfilled until now. The sight of it all, centered around and atop her, left her tense and speechless.

And then Norman popped her clit into his mouth, sucking off the pink protrusion like one would a cock. It was too much for Limestone to take.

The dam within her burst. Letting out a scream of approval that cut through the air all the way to the clouds, Limestone came, her pussy seized by riotous spasms. Her head slammed backwards, cracking the earth, and her feet pointed straight out, toes curling as every inch of her form was wracked with bliss. And it had a lot of inches. Many lost their grip, the shaking of Limestone's body forcing them to slide onto their knees or off of her entirely.

Limestone had no idea how much time had passed by the time her faculties returned, but they did nonetheless. Scattered around her were all her new friends, equally exhausted and content.

"Amaaazing," gasped Lickety Split, her body sprawled atop Limestone's neck.

"You said it," Limestone replied, smiling. Like, for real. What she'd just done blew regular sex out of the water.

"God as my witness, I can die happy now," added Pumice from below her foot.

"I am going to remember today for the rest of my life," Micro Chips intoned.

Similar sentiments of the great pleasure they experienced were expressed in quick succession from the rest of the group.

"I didn't even get off, and I don't care!" added Terramar.

Limestone just lay there for a while, both to catch her breath and to allow those still atop her to clamber off. Some of them needed encouragement via insistent request. Once she could no longer feel the pitter patter of tiny steps on her skin, Limestone deposited the guy in her hand onto the grass and pushed herself into a sitting position. When she felt something lumpy shift underneath her as she did so, she paled. "Oh, fuck."

Shifting her considerable weight onto the opposite side of her ass, Limestone reached down and delicately plucked the person out, bringing them up to her face. It was Ryn, his eyes unfocused as he hung there. "Ryn, are you ok!?"

"Fine," he replied, prompting a sigh of relief from Limestone. "More than fine. I was just... processing. Worry not, I am more durable than most people."

"Evidently, yes," said Limestone. Then she set him down, collecting herself.

By the time Limestone fully returned to her senses, the intense afterglow fading from her system, the same had happened to the others, and they were in the process of redressing themselves. Watching them all put their clothes back on reminded her of her own state of perpetual nudity. At the moment, though, she wasn't exactly pristine. Her skin still had some traces of dust and dirt stuck to it from yesterday, and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from her recent debased activities. Not to mention all the other fluids. Pussy juice stained her inner thighs, and little splotches of sticky semen from Limestone's conquests clung to her every corner.

Dabbing at one such patch on her breast with a finger, Limestone hummed. "Man, I could really use a shower right about now." 

Given the volume of her voice, it was hard for her companions not to notice. Fresh conversations, still on the topic of how mind-blowingly good that sex had been, ceased as, one by one, people craned their necks up to face Limestone.

First to respond was Micro, who snorted. "Yeah, so could I," he said, his body once again soaked from head to toe in Limestone's cum.

"But we can actually still fit in one," pointed out Norman, equally drenched. "Limestone can't," he said, gesturing to her.

Lickety Split nodded firmly. "No girl should have to stay dirty. I say we do whatever it takes to make that happen; she's already done the best she could for us!"

Limestone stared, enthusiasm alone still leaving her unconvinced. Her brow creased in thought. "I appreciate the gesture, but how would that work, exactly? They don't exactly sell ten story showerheads. I could maybe take a bath in the lake, but I drink from there. And where would you even get that much soap?"

"But you shouldn't have to, just... deal with being grimy!" Terramar exclaimed, joining Lickety in protest.

Pumice, however, had other plans. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Limestone, you're thinking about this the wrong way. You may not be able to clean yourself up, but that doesn't mean we can't do it for you."

Limestone blinked down at him, uncomprehending. All these big world problems were totally new, and she was the type to draw on experience most of the time.

"Huh?" went one of the other guys.

Pumice adopted a reasonably commanding posture, the effect better than nothing as he addressed his fellows. "Go back to your tents and grab your shampoo, body wash or bar of soap, and washcloth, if you have one. Or sponge, or loofa, whatever. We have a job to do!" 

It took a moment for his directives to sink in, but once they did, their path became clear. Micro slapped himself in the head, a self-admonishment of his foolishness. "Of course!"

Limestone, too, understood, her eyes widening. If she couldn't clean herself, he and the others would for her! It would be like going to get pampered at the spa. Or, what she assumed that was like. Limestone had never been afforded the chance to enjoy to such frivolities. "That sounds like it might be really nice."  

"Glad to hear it," said Pumice, somewhat pound of himself.

Lickety clapped once, then thrust her fist into the air. "Alright, boys, let's get on it!" 

"Right!"

With that, Limestone's many groupies switched to a more servile gear, and she watched from on high in bemusement as they dashed off to fetch the hygiene products required. Pumice was the last to leave, moving in the other direction. "Wait here, lovely. No need to move a muscle. I'm going to check with the owners to see if they're got any hoses."

For once, Limestone wasn't going to complain about being coddled. She just snorted and shook her head, wearing just a hint of a grin. All this flattery was going to get to her head if she wasn't careful.

When he returned a few minutes later, Pumice was still empty-handed. "Gloriosa does have some hoses we can borrow, but they aren't long enough," he explained. "Could you please come over to the lodge?"

Limestone tilted her head to face him. "Ah, alright."

After a few long steps towards the wooden structure in question, Limestone flexed her limbs one by one, limbering up a bit to relax, and straightened some kinks out of her hair with her fingers before lying back down into her prone position for the second time today. It was morning proper now, and the sun's rays tingled on her skin, striking places they hadn't in ages. Sighing, she shut her eyes, losing herself in a rare moment of peace. Sleeping was more of a rejuvenating thing, totally separate from this.

She zoned out, listening and feeling without thought. As the others came up to her, Micro, Norman, and company having apparently rushed though their own showers, Pumice began directing them. First, they rinsed her off, three streams of water working their way across her from each side, like a sporadic light drizzle, fanning back and forth. Then, people climbed on top of her again, only this time they, along with the many standing next to some small portion of her body, began scrubbing off the dirt and stickiness with panning, circular motions. It was like a car wash, but with Limestone as the sole, gargantuan car. And her cleaners were more than willing to reach every nook and cranny. Often, the light touches were ticklish, causing her to wiggle involuntarily, and she could feel every last one at the same time. Were she not already spent, Limestone probably would have gotten hot and bothered.

They kept going all around her exposed skin, humming, laughing, or whispering sweet nothings as they sponged and lathered a whole drugstore's worth of soap onto her body. Not even her face and ears were spared any attention, their motions delicate enough that even her eyelids could be properly scrubbed. It was quite the experience for Limestone, one that nobody had ever gone through before. At least, not at the scale involved.     

And it wasn't even over yet! After a second rinse, Limestone reluctantly pried her eyes open, making sure the coast was clear before she carefully flipped onto her stomach, resting her forehead on her crossed arms as her boobs sunk down to squish onto the earth. Then, about half the people present started repeating the process on previously untouched areas, her back, butt, and the undersides of her arms and legs. Meanwhile, the rest were in the middle of shampooing her hair, quite an ordeal in and of itself.

But eventually, though, the undertaking was complete, and with one final rinse, she was clean. It would take a while for her hair to dry, and for now it was pasted to her scalp, but the sun would take care of the rest quickly enough. Limestone sighed in contentment, propping her head onto her chin. "Nice job, everyone. You guys worked hard for me, so... thanks."

Limestone was answered with a litany of dismissive waves, "no problem"s, and "our pleasure"s, some from behind her as they clambered down from her back.

However, before she got the chance to do anything else, she notice that there was still someone on top of her. More specifically, cozied up in between her butt cheeks. "Ok, who's that on my ass?"

When nobody replied, Norman jogged over to check, pulling himself onto her back. "Hey, Ryn, get out of there! We're done!"

"Really? Come on, man, Limestone probably wants to do other stuff now!" added Micro.

"Mmm, one more minute," Ryn mumbled, barely audible.

Limestone groaned, debating whether or not to just yank him off. Though, inferring that he had been the one to take up the charge of cleaning that much-dirtier-than-average area like a real trooper, Limestone supposed he earned it. When she explained as much, the others agreed.

Once Ryn had had his fun, he pried himself out, walking over with Norman back to the space by her head. "Actually, now that I'm thinking about it," he began, "what are you even using for toilet paper, Limestone?"

"That's a good question," Limestone said. "As of now, nothing."

Pumice gasped. "That's terrible! We should find something you could use as soon as we can."

"That would definitely be nice," Limestone stated.

Micro nodded, resolved. "Then consider it done. With the power of the internet on our side, even the most obscure products are within our reach!"

"What he said," added Norman, stifling a laugh.

"While we're on the subject," Micro continued, "is there anything else you can think of that you might need?"

Limestone shifted a bit, her wrist now supporting her cheek as she thought. There were a few lingering issues she needed to address with her family, but not much else. In her new body, she had no need for shelter, even if she could fit indoors. Pinkie and her friends had thought this through pretty well already. What else was there? 

Then, something came to her. "Well, eating nothing but trees is going to get really old really fast," she said. "Even if they were tasty, they've got no protein. And with my lifestyle, that's kind of important."

Suddenly, Lickety Split started bouncing up and down and squealing in excitement, waving to catch her attention. When Limestone made eye contact, she stopped. "You can eat me if you want, I totally wouldn't mind! As long as you don't chew."

Multiple faces turned to her in bewilderment, Limestone's included. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

She did. "You can eat me if you want! The thought of you tasting me all over, then sliding down your throat and becoming a part of you. Mmm." Lickety wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered.

Micro was completely unsurprised by this. "It's a not too uncommon fetish called vore," he explained. "Ms. Split is, like, hardcore into the idea."

"Uh, no!" Limestone exclaimed, the whole concept simply not computing to her.

Lickety flinched at the outburst before slumping dejectedly. "Why not?"

Here, Limestone pushed herself back upright, sitting with her arms crossed to more effectively glare at her. "Because you would fucking die, that's why. This 'vore' thing is off the table. Some people might be interested, but I won't be responsible for killing anybody, even if they are consenting."

A few moments passed before Lickety sighed in acceptance. "Alright..."

Limestone shook her head. "Still, I just remembered. I haven't been able to brush my teeth since growing either. Assuming they don't sell fifteen foot toothbrushes anywhere, you want to be in charge of that?"

Lickety perked back up. "Really? Sure!"

"Great," Limestone said, glad to have not completely crushed all her hopes.

There was a brief, awkward period where nobody could think of anything to say, which ended when Norman spoke up. "So, what sort of kinky sexcapades would you be up for, Limestone?"

Limestone shrugged. "I'm not picky. Well, as long as no one gets permanently hurt. And I can get off from it, obviously. Why don't you guys work out the details while I go get my work done? For that and the food variety issue."

Smiles broke out all around. "Gladly!" said Norman. 





After downing another tree for lunch, Limestone strode over to the Pie quarry, unintentionally disrupting traffic as drivers slowed down to gawk. She just rolled her eyes at them. What did draw her attention and interest as she approached was the presence of her dad's battered old pickup truck in the driveway. Her suspicions were quickly confirmed as she spotted him crouched among the flattened remnants of the farmhouse, along with her mom.

"Hey dad. Hey mom," Limestone greeted.

Cloudy dropped what she was doing to turn and face her. Feldspar did too, though with an apprehensive expression as he rigidly maintained eye contact. 

"Daughter!" her mom exclaimed. "We have been awaiting your return. I was so worried."

"How dost thee fare?" her father asked. "I apologize we could not hasten to your side yesterday. Twas a bit much for us at first, and quite unexpected."

Limestone smiled, comforted by their familiar, antiquated mannerisms. "I'm good. Great, even." Here, she paused, glancing around. "I'm so sorry about the house. It just happened."

"We understand," said Cloudy. "I am just glad thou art unhurt."

"Indeed," Feldspar added. "We will recover what we can," he said, gesturing around him, "but thee, my precious Limestone Pie, cannot be replaced."

"Thanks," replied Limestone. Then, her smile faded. "Still... are you guys really okay with this? The new me, and my new lifestyle? Be honest."

Here, her dad sighed. "Nay. But I have accepted it, and so has your mother. You still tend to the quarry, and I know your heart will always remain with us, regardless of the company you keep or your newfound lack of decency."

Limestone shook her head and snorted in amusement. "Gee, that's a vote of confidence, for sure."

"Indeed it is," said Cloudy. "In truth, tis not much worse than Pinkamena's habits."

"Yeah, that's one way to think about it," said Limestone.

"Regardless," her father began, changing the topic, "you shouldst go greet thine sister, Marble, over yonder." Here, he gestured to the piles of rocks Limestone had dug up yesterday.

Surprised to hear that Marble was present, Limestone turned to look. She could barely make out the top of Marble's dark grey hair, camouflaged amongst the stones through which she silently combed. When she noticed Limestone noticing, Marble shot her a quick glance upwards, cheek burning red beneath her one visible eye, before resuming her task. Limestone didn't bat an eye at her demure sister's usual antics. Same old Marble. Some things never change.

Cloudy cleared her throat to regain Limestone's attention. "Marble kindly agreed to aid thee until a permanent assistant can be located."

"I was meaning to bring that up," said Limestone. "You're on top of things as always, mom." Then, she turned to Marble. "Are you sure you're up for it, though, Marble? What about your classes?"

"Mmhm," she hummed, her posture indicative of the fact she was fine.

Limestone gazed wistfully down at her family. Man, everybody's really looking out for me. Who knows what would've happened otherwise?

Feldspar grabbed his hat. "I suppose you desire to resume working earnestly, yes? I won't stop ye. We shall do so as well."

Limestone nodded an affirmative. After that, no more words needed to be said. Limestone stepped into the quarry, resuming her daily task of breaking rocks, but with her newfound size and strength as her only required tools. As she excavated boulders with her heels and scooped them in her fingers, her parents resumed salvaging what was left of their old home. Marble, too, did her part, finding a few small crystals.

Once she deemed her efforts for the afternoon sufficient, Limestone waved goodbye to the three of them before reluctantly absconding to do her business, soiling another bedsheet. Then she went back to Camp Everfree for dinner. She also got in a quick apology to Gloriosa and Timber about the sign, which they'd successfully replaced. To them, it was already water under the bridge. Well, for Gloriosa, at least. Timber barely spoke to her, which cemented Limestone's opinion of him. Either he had no balls whatsoever, or he already had a girlfriend and was restraining himself.

Meanwhile, basically everyone in her little posse was insatiable, and they wanted to get another round of sex in before the day was out. But before they could espouse their well thought, debased plans, Limestone had held up a hand to cut them off, insisting they limit their fucking to once per day, lest the excitement start to wane.

So, they instead spent the evening just hanging out, and Limestone got to know everyone a bit better. She felt sorry for Terramar, having to bounce back and forth between his separated parents' places. Really, most of their stories weren't much better, which Limestone had half expected, given that they all readily abandoned their responsibilities to be with her. For the time being, at least.

These thought in mind, Limestone returned to the meadow she'd taken a liking to and settled in to sleep. She was determined to make it worth their while, leaving them as happy as they were making her.
> Day 3
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next morning, Limestone awoke refreshed and eager to face the day. It was Sunday, which was usually when she took a break from work to get her other chores done around the house, a Pie tradition. But, well, she no longer had a house. There was no dust to sweep or laundry to wash. Nor could she just go out and buy food and necessities, given that she was now bigger than most of the places she used to shop at. This brought to mind the amusing image of her kneeling down next to a drive-through window at a fast food place and ordering everything they had. 

She snorted and shook her head. Idle thoughts of the early morning rarely made for the best ideas. Limestone stood, brushing a few bits of dirt off of her skin. Her continued nakedness almost completely escaped her notice. She hadn't expected to be able to get over her imparted societal hang-ups so quickly, but she never had embarrassed easily to begin with. So what if her boobs and pussy were always visible? They looked fine, great even, and it wasn't like anybody could even reach without her consent. Which, admittedly, she had been pretty loose with lately.

At camp, all her friends were waiting outside their tents again, many nursing coffee. She guessed they hadn't quite gotten used to her early to bed, early to rise schedule yet. Still, they did have a pleasant surprise waiting for her. Pumice had ordered multiple long rolls of brown craft paper, normally used for shipping. Relative to her body, they weren't quite as wide as proper toilet paper would have been, but nevertheless proved to be way better than nothing, and she made a point of thanking him profusely.

The second another large tree finished its trip to Limestone's stomach, Lickety Split stepped forward, prepared for the task she had delegated to her. She wore a headlamp and nothing else, carrying a scrub brush in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other. "I'm ready to clean those pearly whites!" Lickety exclaimed.

Limestone rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know what you're into, but seriously, aren't you a little too excited? My breath is probably terrible at this point."

She nodded, resolute. "All the more reason, then!"

"If you say so," Limestone replied with a shrug.

Reaching down, she delicately picked up Lickety Split between a thumb and forefinger and through the air to her face. Carefully, Limestone placed the tiny woman between her cheek and her teeth. There, she went to work, Limestone able to feel her systematically brushing each one. Once she'd finished that side, Limestone pulled Lickety to the other, and then the front. 

The inside faces and her molars were easier, as Lickety Split had room to access every tooth from the surface of her tongue. Having something, or someone, actually moving around inside her mouth was a rather novel experience for Limestone. And judging from the second, more lewd flavor she could taste underneath the minty toothpaste, Lickety Split was having an experience of her own.

Limestone went over to the lake to rinse out her mouth as soon as Lickety was back on the ground in a satisfied pink heap. While she had been brushing, the others had been bringing over supplies. On first glance, Limestone had assumed they were for the 'shower' afterwards, as the hoses from yesterday rested neatly coiled in a pile. But then Norman marched over carrying a stack of colorful harnesses, the kind used for rock climbing, and Limestone instantly became confused.

Micro Chips walked up to meet him, an excited grin on his face. "Gloriosa let us use them? Great!"

Norman nodded, returning his enthusiasm. "Yeah, as long as we wash them thoroughly afterwards. But that's a small price to pay for the ride of a lifetime."

Terramar had them both beat, energetically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Oh, I can't wait!"

At this point she had to ask. "Okay, I'll bite," began Limestone. "What's that gear for? Our wild sex act of the day?"

The three of them tilted their heads all the way back to meet her eyes. "Got it in one," said Norman. "Wanna take a guess what it'll be?"

Playing along, Limestone cupped her chin. "Something more vertical?"

"Nope!" answered Micro. "There's a major area of yours we've been neglecting, and that simply cannot stand. Surely you have a need to be filled."

It took a second before Limestone caught his meaning. When she did, Limestone was totally taken aback. "You want to go inside me. Like, shoved into my pussy and used as toys. I don't know if that's extremely stupid and dangerous or thoughtful and hot as hell."

"Heheh, why can't it be both?"

Limestone's eyes trained on the new voice, one with a 'trailian accent. It was a tall (compared to average) woman with indigo skin and short white curls. "Either way, I'm always up for a thrill."

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Limestone asked.

"Rolling Thunder," she said. "Kinda disappointed you forgot, but I'll forgive ya if you let me partake, wink wink."

With anticipation already slowly building inside her massive frame, Limestone didn't think that would be a problem in the least. "Done. I'm in." Really, after the great time everyone showed her before, how could she say no? She pursed her lips, fully aware of the gentle prodding from her fit, youthful body's deepest instincts. "Or rather, you guys will be."

Taking that as their cue, everyone begun to make the appropriate preparations. Micro, Norman, Terramar, and Rolling Thunder each stripped down before donning the climbing harnesses. Thunder had brought snorkels, which were strapped to their faces tube-down. Once those were secure, Terramar threaded a hose through the straps on each harness, tying them in place with sturdy-looking knots. Lastly, the ends of the hoses were duct taped to the snorkels. The end result was that each of them would be able to breathe inside Limestone's snatch indefinitely. She was impressed by Micro and Norman's combined ingenuity, brought to fruition for the sole purpose of fucking on a level never before attempted. 

At the same time, Pumice, Ryn, and everyone else gathered to watch at a safe distance, their own 'equipment' at the ready. She'd give them a show they wouldn't soon forget, and perhaps even fantasize about for the rest of their lives. 

Limestone got down onto her knees, shaking the earth as her immense weight distributed itself. Normally, this would be the pose Limestone would take to give a blowjob, but there was no chance any cock could come to her eye level now. Instead, she'd be taking in whole people. If she hadn't been hot and bothered before, Limestone sure was now, secretly relishing the affection bordering on fealty. Nobody else could do what she was about to.

Unable to hold back any longer, she pressed her left arm against her stomach, using two fingers to spread her folds open. Instead of escaping in drops, her womanhood was so massive that it leaked sticky fluid in a continuous stream onto the ground like a faucet. Her scent escape freely into the air, carried on the wind to the widening nostrils of her diminutive partners.

Limestone figured it would be more exciting if she started small and worked her way up. So, first up was Terramar. She flicked his cute little dick a few times for good measure, eliciting a moan from the teen, before plunging him headfirst into the beyond warm confines of her yawning vagina. With the high sensitivity of her passage, Limestone could feel each part of his body rubbing against her, from his head down to his toes. 

"I'd ask how he is, but I can tell from the look on your face: you're as turned on by this as we are," Norman said, resisting the temptation to start touching himself.

"It's..." Limestone said, trailing off as Terramar started to grope around inside her, triggering a reflexive squeeze. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before. Knowing that my fucking cunt is big enough to just... envelop someone's entire body is..."

"Phenomenal?" Micro posed.

"Yeah," she confirmed with a drawn out moan, her focus lasering in on every tiny motion from within her. "But you promised I'd be filled. And I've still got plenty of room."

Before he could get another word in, Limestone whisked him ten feet up to the level of her needy pussy and jammed him inside. Then, with three fingers, she pushed both he and Terramar as deep as they could go, both of their little heads knocking on her cervix. They scraped against her bumpy interior along the way, adding to Limestone's escalating pleasure while surely becoming coated in her wetness.

She could feel both of them start to thrust and hump, their barely perceptible cocks perpetually and gently teasing areas which had previously only received rock-hard pounding. It was totally new for her, and indescribably stimulating. Limestone whimpered, unable to tell if they were at her mercy or if she was at theirs. Either way, she wanted, no, needed more. And she had more.

All pretense of restraint gone, Limestone scooped Norman and Rolling Thunder into one hand, the former yelping in surprise as the latter whooped in excitement. She put her last two volunteer toys in headfirst too, her body willingly acclimating their entry but not their exit. By the time they bumped into Micro and Terramar, mashing them against her farthest reaches, only their feet were visible outside of Limestone.

Then everyone's motors were running in earnest, and Limestone's strength gave out. She fell to her forearms with a crash, letting out high pitched moans through clenched teeth as her heavy breathing disturbed the grass. Ass high in the air, each feverish action performed by the four people stuffing her coming without warning and to great effect. Limestone could tell approximately who was doing what from the location of her fuck canal being stimulated. Terramar rubbed his whole body against her, sensually snuggling. Thunder pinched and tugged, trying to force a reaction. Norman rubbed back and forth, eager to please. And Micro had completely lost it, humping rapidly.

She imagined what they were experiencing in that moment, totally immersed in hot, sopping pussy that pulsed over and around every inch of their flesh. Her pussy. Eyes whipping around to her spectators, who were now masturbating zealously, Limestone understood. She was like them now, enlightened by the true pinnacle of debauchery, and there would be no going back.

Envisioning a future filled with endless, giant-sized orgasms worthy of a goddess, Limestone abruptly came. Her whole body shaking with pleasure, a wild, passionate scream escaping from her lungs. As her pussy throbbed around her temporary denizens, her tits jostled about in unrestrained motion. Limestone swore she was getting internal vibrations from her occupants screaming in ecstasy as they reached their own orgasms. Her vision went white at the edges, back arching as her towering legs clenched.

Eventually, Limestone recovered, rolling upright to sit Indian style. A horribly lewd chorus of grunting and moaning from those watching her slowly died down as they came off their own highs. Even collectively, their output paled in comparison to the amount with which Limestone had stained the grass. She idly wondered if femcum was nutritious for plants. But even if it wasn't, she didn't give half a shit, because man that felt good. "Man, that felt good," she repeated aloud.

Slowly tugging on the hoses, Limestone extracted Micro and company, leaving them in the area fenced in by her crossed legs. Their whole bodies shined with her slick juices, hair matted down. Snorkels came off as they gulped down fresh air and caught their breath.

"Fuuuuuuck," uttered Micro, too spent to even sit up.

"You said it," agreed Norman, leaning against Limestone's thigh for support. "Damn if we're not doing this again soon."

Rolling Thunder laughed. "Our big girl nearly dislocated my shoulder just by cumming. I'd bet my head that's on the table."

Limestone smirked, humming in agreement. "I'd take that bet."

"Ha!" Thunder snorted.

Terramar just giggled like madman. Or a kid who'd just bought a candy store, it was hard to tell.

Limestone sighed. "Well, I'm satisfied as hell. Kinda want to go back to the quarry and stretch my other muscles now."

"Wait, before that!" Terramar exclaimed, his blissful fit suddenly ending. "I've actually got something better!"





As it turned out, that 'something better' was another potential food source. Terramar's mother, Ocean Flow, was a fisherwoman, and supposedly had an extra net Limestone could borrow. At first, she was skeptical she could use it, but he explained that it was a deep-sea trawler, the kind normally dragged behind commercial fishing vessels, which was what Ocean Flow captained. Then a new problem became apparent: Limestone would have to actually get to the ocean, which was on the exact opposite side of Canterlot from the camp. 

And so, Limestone was now making her way through the city. It was simply too wide for going around to be efficient. Terramar sat on top of her ear like a pencil, holding tightly onto her hair as he gave directions. Not that anyone noticed; the populace was too busy looking at Limestone, stupefied. She was easily visible even from blocks away, her head peeking out over rooftops. Parents shielded the eyes of their children, as if almost every kid hadn't already been exposed to boobs straight from birth. Others took pictures on their phones, too afraid or preoccupied to actually commit like Micro and company. Those who couldn't see her could still hear her, titanic footsteps reverberating through the concrete.

Limestone kept to two lane streets, each foot occupying one, and worked very hard to avoid snapping power lines as she moved by taking high steps, practically marching. The traffic signals were also a problem, the lights not being designed to be easily visible from like six stories up, what with those covers. Drivers who weren't gawking or wolf-whistling up at her were honking at her to get moving when the lights went green. It was a good thing Limestone was largely immune to road rage by virtue of being slightly annoyed almost 24/7, otherwise she might have been tempted to kick a few cars.

When Limestone managed to make it to the coast without causing any major property damage, she sighed in relief. Now she found herself at the beachfront, her body casting a long shadow over the sands, much to the chagrin of the few people trying to tan themselves. Limestone idly noted that she hadn't gotten sunburnt yet, despite being totally exposed to the sun for days. Her skin was just that thick, she supposed.

"So, Terramar. Now which way?" Limestone asked.

"Go left," he replied from his perch. "The harbor isn't too far from here. If I were you, I'd wade there; less of a hassle."

"Definitely," Limestone agreed.

Strolling down the beach, Limestone left footprints over two feet deep in the sand. Her legs kicked up forceful waves as she stepped into the water, carrying nearby swimmers away. Once she was far enough from them, she turned, picking up the pace. The natural waves, not of her own making, were little more than ripples to Limestone at her size, and they barely reached her nipples.

Eventually, the sands gave way to hard stone, wood, and steel, jutting out into the water. Ships of all shapes and sizes were moored in different spots, from motorboats Limestone could have picked up in one hand to enormous cargo vessels that dwarfed even her. 

Terramar spotted Ms. Flow before Limestone did. "There she is!" Terramar exclaimed.

The pale yellow, magenta-haired woman was waving to her from the deck of a more medium-sized boat with a crane pointing off the back. When Limestone closed the distance, she could make out her bright smile. "There's certainly no mistaking it, you must be Limestone!"

"Heh, that's me," she confirmed.

"Hi, mom!" Terramar said.

"Hi, sweetie!" After returning the greeting, Ms. Flow faced Limestone. "You can just set him down over here. I already unhooked the net for you." she said, gesturing to stern.

Humming in acknowledgement, Limestone plucked Terramar off her head and dropped him next to her. Then she picked up the net, stretching it out. The white rope was stained brownish from use, but was intact, and as large as advertised. "Well, this works," she stated.

Ocean Flow laughed. "Glad to hear it! I could take all day thanking you for spending time with my son, but I won't keep you."

"I appreciate that," Limestone replied. "And I'm happy to help. Our relationship is... mutually beneficial."

Terramar smiled at that. "I'll say!"

She rolled her eyes at that. "Well, take care," said Limestone with a smile of her own.

As they said their goodbyes, Limestone swam off. Well, waded a safe distance away again, and then swam off. She was honestly quite ready to get started, as the appeal of eating fish after days without so much as a single carb, let alone meat, was triggering a rumble in her stomach something fierce. Limestone maintained a measured pace, using the breaststroke so she could regularly pause to look down around her for fish. The salty seawater was only slightly bothersome to her eyes.

Limestone was a bit proud of herself for going through with this whole arrangement, since almost everyone else in her family couldn't even swim at all. Being raised with a strong work ethic in a dry, rocky environment would do that. Pinkie could, but not nearly as well as Limestone. Maud used to joke that her proficiency was a result of her name, as limestone was a sedimentary rock formed from the compressed shells of ancient marine animals.

Suddenly, snapping back to the present, Limestone spied a large silver mass among the blue depths of the water, the light reflecting off the scales of thousands of fish. Jackpot. Taking care not to drop the net, Limestone let out the lines in each hand, which were thin to her fingers, until the body of the net was at the approximate correct depth. Then she swam for the school of fish, the net trailing along behind her. The fish didn't know what hit them, the weight of about two thirds of the morsels settling into the net and providing resistance to Limestone's motion.

Treading water, Limestone pulled her catch up. The still struggling fish hung before her, a compacted mass about half the size of her head. She wondered how she'd cook them all before realizing that would involve taking way too much time, going back to shore and everything. "Sushi it is, then," Limestone said to herself before dumping a bunch of them into her upturned mouth. She chewed for a bit before swallowing, each fish about the size of a grain of rice to her. Whatever kind of fish they were (she had no clue), they were bony and not even close to being as good as actual sushi. But compared to the trees, they were heavenly, especially with the salty seawater adding flavor. Potential cramping be damned, Limestone shoveled the rest into her maw with gusto, letting out an unladylike belch when she had finished. 

Limestone couldn't resist barking out a laugh. "Sharks, bah. I'm the new top of the food chain."

Making up for lost calories, she then proceeded to snag and devour the majority of two more schools of fish, completely stuffing herself. Vowing to make this a regular thing from now on, Limestone returned to Canterlot's coastline at a leisurely pace, savoring the feel of the cool water on her skin.

Once she'd given the net back and returned to Camp Everfree, Limestone's friends were ready to wash her off. Many got distracted and rubbed themselves against her first, but Limestone was in too much of a food coma to care at that point. She could forgive their minor indulgences, more flattered than angry, especially since she was the one being pampered in the end.

By the time she turned in for the night, Limestone was content in every possible sense of the word.
> Day 4
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The first thing Limestone did the next morning, after rolling to her feet with a yawn and a mighty crash, was smile. More than merely nonplussed by how she loomed over the Everfree like the mountain range in the distance, the observation thrilled her. As she stomped out of her sleeping clearing, shaking the morning dew from her hair, Limestone hummed to herself, musing literally and figuratively. Being a giantess probably wasn't for everybody, but so far Limestone was very much content. 

Most of what she would miss out on from now on she was never super interested in to begin with. Smartphone media, or whatever? Never had one. Pursuing the latest fashions? Couldn't see the point. Team sports? She'd get pissed when her teammates screwed up and be given the boot. Movies? Actually, she still liked the occasional popcorn-muncher. Maybe she could get a projector, or crash a drive-in.

However, she caught sight of something unusual when she reached the camp. Namely, what she didn't see: people. Gloriosa and Timber were up and about, trying to focus on their chores while in her massively distracting presence, but they were it. Where were all her little friends? Well, ok, now that she was paying more attention, she did spy the ankle-high form of Rolling Thunder, leaning against a cabin with her eyes shut and legs crossed.

"Hey, Rolling!" Limestone yelled.

"AAH!" Rolling Thunder blurted, nearly falling over before she righted herself and looked up crossly at Limestone. Maybe shouting loud enough to shake the leaves on the trees was a bad idea, but in Limestone's defense, she hadn't been able to do that for most of her life. "Think you were subtle enough, eh?" Rolling said, oozing sarcasm.

Limestone didn't blush, but she came close. "Sorry. Where is everyone?"

Rolling walked a few paces to get a better angle. "It's a Monday. Blokes are all either working, trying ta find work, or at school."

"Oh, right." She kept such rigorous hours normally that Limestone had totally forgotten. That made deciding what to do today a non event. "Wait, then why are you still here?"

Rolling shrugged, pointing a thumb at herself. "Ex-con."

This was a satisfactory explanation to Limestone. People in her position had it rough. She nodded in understanding.

After a trip to the 'restroom' and breakfast - two trees, because all that fish had stimulated her appetite - Rolling Thunder helped Limestone brush her teeth, since Lickety Split was absent. Then, she went to the quarry and spent most of the morning and afternoon smashing rocks like old times. Marble wasn't free either, so her only company was the occasional bird that flew by next to or underneath her. Even though she didn't have to bother with tools anymore, which was still sweet, the sun shone bright as ever. Limestone was sweating buckets by the time she was satisfied she'd mined enough. As in, you could probably fill multiple buckets with the quantity of sweat she put out, which was both gross and a little hot.

Cars were sporadically rolling into the camp lot when Limestone got back, and there was a bit of a commotion next to a picnic blanket by the tents as a dozen-plus members of her friend harem fussed excitedly over some small black objects and the image on a laptop, neither of which she could make out. However, as her shadow fell over them, they all whirled to greet her.

"Something seems to have you guys excited. Should I be jealous?" Limestone asked, mischievously.

Norman snorted in amusement. "No, this is a surprise for you!"

Ryn nodded. "A good one, I think. Micro has been working diligently on it these past few nights."

Micro Chips scratched the back of his head. "I'm not so sure, Ryn. Limestone, it's, well... I know I should have asked you first, but I just couldn't stop myself."

Okay, at first Limestone was relieved, but now she was starting to worry. "What's the surprise? Is it a party and/or cake? Because surprises in my life are usually that."

Micro took a deep breath before answering. "It's a porn site."

Limestone's eyebrow rose. "A porn site?"

"For you. Well, and us, I suppose, but mostly for you," Micro explained, adjusting his glasses. "It's called BiggestPie.com."

Pumice, who had been holding his tongue until now, cut in to elaborate. "Put simply, you're not low-maintenance, and this would be a great way to supplement your income. Surely there are people who would love the opportunity to adore you besides us. Filming some porn videos and selling them would be a promising opportunity."

"We just bought an assortment of cameras, many of them waterproof," Ryn said, gesturing to the pile of stuff from before.

"You're the only woman of your magnitude in the world, Limestone, so you have a monopoly on size kinks, and can charge a lot," Micro added. "I'm not even sure the anti-piracy measures will be necessary."

"Yeah!" Lickety exclaimed. "You can use the money on, among other things, actual food. Big girls have gotta eat after all, and nobody in their right mind would want you to lose your figure," she noted with a wink. 

"Truer words have never been spoken," Pumice declared. After that, he and the rest of the group looked skywards to Limestone, waiting to hear her response.

Limestone was still silently absorbing the information, unsure whether to be deeply grateful or deeply offended. For Micro and the others to just assume she'd be willing to become a porn star said a lot about how they thought of her. How many of them inwardly labeled her as a sex object? At the same time, they were still looking out for her best interests, and were willing to share her with the masses. 

The longer Limestone looked at it from that angle, the greater the appeal. She was already in pretty deep at this point, running around nude 24/7 and fucking out in the open air. What harm was there in making some major cash in the process? Moreover, how were anonymous perverts really any different from known perverts? Maybe they were creepier, but she wouldn't have to actually meet any of them.

"You know what? I'll do it. Why not at this point, right?" Limestone said.

Cheers rang all around. Limestone and company immediately began to plan their first shoot for that very evening.  





Limestone brushed her fingers through her hair and rubbed a stray patch of dirt off her skin as she prepared herself physically and mentally for what she was about to do. She stood near the mouth of a cave far too small to admit her, one which once held magical crystals, according to Gloriosa, and waited for the videographers to get into position. They were fairly spread out, in order to film from multiple angles, including within the forest for dramatic scale shots, in the open right up front, and on the far top side of the pointed-hill-slash-small-mountain into which the cave led, among others.

The most important camera, though, was the one attached to Pumice's climbing harness. It sported an actual rope this time, which curved around into a big, loose loop. Aside from the harness, Pumice wore nothing at all. Which made sense, considering the man was to be her partner and fellow actor for her first video.

There had been a bit of an argument regarding who would have the honor, but Limestone and the others had elected him due to two main factors. First off, he hadn't gotten to sweep her chimney yesterday. Second, and more importantly to be visible from a distance, he had the largest dick among all the guys assembled. Though not by much, and not that Limestone could even make out the difference.

Without time to draft or memorize a full script, they had only a general outline planned. Which was fine by Limestone, as that seemed to her a waste of time. Trying to perfectly choreograph something as passion-driven as sex was a fool's errand. 

"Everyone ready?" Limestone eventually asked. She certainly was, her cunt throbbing and moist with anticipation.

"Extremely," Pumice answered. His penis jabbed sharply upwards.

Once the cameramen finished letting out a string of affirmatives, Limestone gave the go ahead to begin filming. After checking to make sure her buddies were rolling, Limestone took a deep breath and put on her best seductive smile before gazing down at Pumice with her hands on her hips.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? It seems the tiny townspeople have sent me another offering," Limestone said.

Pumice gulped, feigning being intimidated. "Yes, Giantess Limestone. Um, if I may ask, what are you going to do with me?"

Limestone shrugged. "It varies, depending on my whims. If I'm hungry, I eat my offerings. Or if I'm bored, I'll drop them into a tree and laugh as they struggle to get down. Sometimes, if I want to blow off steam, I take my offering and just crush them underfoot."

Pumice dropped to his knees. "Please, have mercy!" he begged.

"Oh, don't worry," Limestone reassured him. "I can't help but notice you're quite the looker. And today, I've got a different kind of steam built up, so you can be my pet. Lucky you."  

With that, Limestone reached down and scooped Pumice up. Taking the rope in her other hand, Limestone threaded it over her head. Then, she let Pumice drop, and he bounced against the space between her breasts, forming a human necklace. Pumice was turned so his back was pressed against Limestone's ribcage, and he craned his head back to meet her eyes.

"There we are, my own little trophy." Limestone smirked, running a foot-wide finger down his body and giving his cock a little flick for good measure. "Better get used to it, 'cause you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Though something tells me you don't mind."

Pumice said nothing, instead soaking in the sublime view from up on high as he started running his hands across what little of Limestone's skin he could reach.

"Eager, are we? Here, let me help you." With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Limestone brought her hands to the outside curves of her voluminous boobs and slowly squeezed them together, completely enveloping Pumice's entire body in a huge sandwich of fragrant, soft flesh.

Limestone could feel Pumice struggling as she kneaded her breasts, giving him a full-body titjob, his hot toothpick of a dick only barely discernible against her sensitive skin. "How does it feel, being totally helpless to stop me from smothering you between my big jugs?"

If he replied, Limestone couldn't hear it. So, she just kept at it, tugging at her engorged nipples with pinched knuckles as she savored the sensation of a warm body trapped against her chest. Letting out a satisfied hum, Limestone let go after a little while, and Pumice gasped for breath, shuddering as her mammoth mammaries fell away. He had no words, his jaw hanging open and his cock painfully erect.

"It was that overwhelming, eh? As expected," Limestone declared. Then, she took her left hand and cradled Pumice from underneath, his whole body resting in her palm. "Alright, let's see how you taste."

Opening her mouth, Limestone ran her slick tongue across Pumice's body. She started slowly at first, pressing against him as she methodically fellated every exposed piece of flesh, from his feet to the top of his head, all while giving him an up close and personal look at the inside of her spacious mouth. Pumice grunted in pleasure atop her hand every time the tip of her great tongue passed his dick. Limestone didn't have to force herself to keep going, wanting more of his masculine flavor.

She redoubled her ministrations, licking the both his inner thighs at once, covering his head, then half his body at once, back and forth, down and up and around. Pumice quickly became totally coated in her saliva, his orange hair matted and twisted about wildly. Limestone was loving it, the absolute control, the disparity in their sizes, feeling him writhe in pleasure against her palm as the breaths from her nose washed across him.

"Ah! M-Mistress!" Pumice exclaimed, his body clearly approaching the edge of what it could take.

Limestone had never been called 'mistress' before, but found she very much liked the moniker. In fact, she thought he deserved a reward for the idea. Retracting her tongue, Limestone licked her lips, then brought them down to his torso, pinching his dick between them. She stared past her nose at the expression of ecstasy on Pumice's face as she rhythmically and firmly compressed her lips. His cock didn't even go all the way to her teeth, but Limestone could still feel it throbbing against her skin. And Pumice could definitely feel it, if the volume of his impassioned utterances were anything to go by.

All Limestone had to do to get him to cum at that point was lid her eyes a bit. Pumice cried out, humping against Limestone's face as he came with intensity. Once he was spent, he collapsed back into her palm, shuddering in bliss. Raising her head back up, Limestone licked her lips again, savoring the tiny taste of cum she'd been given.

"Am I to your liking, mistress?" Pumice asked between ragged, gasping breaths.

Limestone smiled and nodded. "You are. But you aren't enough."

She fidgeted slightly, moaning as a rain of hot liquid fell from her pussy down multiple stories to the ground. Doing that to him, watching his reactions... It had only made her more horny, not any closer to her own release. "I need it bad. And you're simply too small to satisfy me, pet," she said.

Turning around, Limestone sauntered over to the craggy hill, eyeing the pointed ridge hungrily. "Yeah, that should do nicely. If it can stand up to me, that is."

She leaned forward at an angle, the cave entrance directly below her gigantic ass when she straddled it. Pumice found himself dangling in midair as Limestone settled into position, the sight of her lightly flushed face above and jiggling boobs below bringing him back to full arousal.

"Now be sure to watch closely," Limestone instructed. "Watch as I grind away this paltry rock formation with nothing but my huge pussy, and be grateful it isn't you down there."

"I absolutely am, Mistress Limestone," Pumice said at almost a whisper, shivering with awe at her display of size and dominance. "No meager man could possibly survive your unrestrained desires."

"Now there's an idea..." 

This was the first time since her growth spurt that Limestone could cut loose and really put some force into her sex, get rough. And she certainly took advantage of that, slamming her snatch against the hilltop over and over as she humped it voraciously, arms planted on the stone to each side. Limestone was a mining woman, and ever since puberty, she'd liked her sex toys like she liked her rocks: as hard and solid as possible. Each jolt of pain-tinted pleasure only spurred her masturbation session further. With each thrust, Limestone shook the ground, sending mighty, booming tremors through the forest, the sound just barely louder than her accompanying moans. All the while, Pumice was unable to do anything but hang there and watch her assets squeeze and shake, jacking himself off.

Limestone let out a throaty sigh. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff." But she still craved more. Straightening, she began to gyrate atop the hill, coating the bluff in her dripping juices. With one of her freed arms, she snatched Pumice again and pressed him against one of her tits. "Fuck my nipple, pet," she commanded.

Not needing to be told twice, Pumice thrust his cock against her much wider nipple with feverish intensity, fully devoted to the overwhelming frame of his massive mistress. And even if he wasn't, Pumice was trapped by the immovable pressure of her hand. Thrusting was about all he could do. Those people behind the cameras did not need to be told where to aim their lenses, as they too were enraptured, unable to fathom focusing their equipment on anything besides Limestone as she shattered mountain rocks to dust beneath herself in a passionate frenzy.

Limestone was getting close, now. Her toes curled, scraping deep furrows into the grass as her moaning increased in intensity. What few wild animals were still nearby scurried away in all directions, sensing an approaching cataclysm. But Limestone paid them no mind, her own attention squarely on the pressure building within her pussy and clit as they throbbed and twitched, hot and bursting. Her hips, supporting literal tons upon tons of weight, crashed down over and over, now totally out of Limestone's ability to control. "Ahh! Shit, I'm so close. Gonna fuckin cum so fuckin hard!"

"Do it!" Pumice urged from against her breast. "Nothing on this earth can stop you from gratifying yourself!"

This confirmation was all Limestone needed for her floodgates to open. With an ear-shattering scream, she rammed her crotch against the stones as forcefully as she could. Her body shook with tremors of bliss as she came, gouts of honey pouring from her folds as the hillside collapsed under the strain, starting a rockslide and forever sealing the cave. Well, counting her orgasm, it was more like a mudslide. Limestone's eyes rolled back, her knees splaying open to the ground as her perch was obliterated by her sheer mass. 

"Oh god, take me!" Pumice shouted. Still locked against Limestone's boob, hearing the sheer destruction she'd caused simply by masturbating, Pumice came too, painting her nipple with comparatively feeble spurts of jizz.

Limestone's limbs went limp, freeing Pumice, as she panted deeply, the last few boulders tumbling to a stop as her cum dripped down and her afterglow simmered. That was definitely the strongest orgasm she'd had in ages, the remainder of months of dissatisfaction pouring forth. And it was all on camera, ready to be trimmed for optimal effect and presented to the paying public. Thousands of people would be getting off to this, jealous of Pumice and totally captivated by her body, her size, her power. Limestone hummed in contentment. "Damn, that was good. Hope nobody wanted to use this cave for anything, heh."

A few of her friends laughed at that as they cut the footage and started packing up their respective cameras. Some of the guys were busy wiping off cum stains from their equipment, their recordings likely shaky at points. Limestone removed her Pumice-necklace, setting him down a ways away from the rubble before standing up to stretch, squeezing all the residual hormones from her tense, hyper-thick muscles.

Both Pumice and Limestone were swamped with praise for their performance and questions about the experience on the way back. Limestone was more than happy to answer, and couldn't resist bragging a little at the same time. Every trace of her former ennui from the weeks before was gone, thoroughly dispelled by lots of companions and lots of physical stimulation, and she smiled the whole way.

Again, because there was no real reason not to, Limestone let everyone film her some more as she was treated to her daily washing. It would make a nice bonus video, with many more close-ups. The process took a little longer than usual as a result, but Limestone appreciated the extra time to just relax. 

Afterwards, once night fell, they all partook in the more family-friendly activity of eating a late dinner of hot dogs, baked potatoes, and s'mores around a campfire. Apparently Lickety Split was a good cook, and the atmosphere reminded Limestone of family cookouts from years past. She sat by the lake at a short distance and picked at a tree between sips of water. She couldn't really feel the flames, but was kept company by the people who eschewed the log chairs and decided to use her legs as a soft backrest. This included Norman, Terramar, and Rolling Thunder, who were quick to settle on how annoying school was as their conversation topic of choice for between bites. Limestone had little to add, but listened with interest. 

Even Timber and Gloriosa were there, the former sharing embarrassing stories starring the latter. Gloriosa, for her part, let this slide, and was content to stargaze with Ryn, both lying back on the grass. The only ones elsewhere in the camp were Micro and Pumice, as Micro wanted to get the videos ready as soon as he could, and Pumice insisted he should help.

The irresponsible weeknight party was still in full swing when Limestone turned in for the night, burned out by her earlier work and play activities. Life was coming up roses, and Limestone fell asleep knowing that everything would be okay from here on out, even if a supremely unexpected occurrence threw a giant monkey wrench into things.
> Day 5
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Limestone walked along the country road into Canterlot, the midmorning weather less than ideal. Grey clouds, practically the same color as her hair, blanketed the sky above. From them fell countless raindrops in an ordinary shower, less than a storm, more than a drizzle. To Limestone, though, it might as well have been a drizzle, and she could barely feel them against her skin. Still, she couldn't afford to pay too much attention to what was on or above her when everything important, and easily breakable, was below. Cars driven by gaping onlookers, fences and farmhouses, everything need to be avoided carefully lest Limestone crush something vital underfoot as she sojourned into the metropolis for the second time since her ascension heavenward.

Earlier, Gloriosa had relayed a voicemail message to her from one of her friends, a woman named First Folio. As Limestone couldn't use a phone, this would likely come to be par for the course. Apparently, upon going to work at the Canterlot Museum of History, she'd received confirmation that an item in the museum's collection she'd asked about prior was now free for Limestone to use. She didn't say what the item was, though, leaving it as a surprise, and that it would be easier for Limestone to stop by and pick it up herself. Curious, she'd opted to go immediately, hence her trip in the rain.

The good news was the rain cleared up fairly quickly, and Limestone could actually see a large distance again. From her vantage point, the huge city seemed even larger, somehow, with the sheer density of people walking, driving, biking, and working. Of course, many of those people stopped whatever they were doing to stare at her massive, naked body, which was still fit and shapely. Limestone smiled slightly at the thought of charging for the privilege, since she was going to be doing that now, but discarded the idea. Limestone wasn't showing them anything special at the moment; she was just walking.

However, as Limestone stopped and stood, pausing to plot her course while looming over a parking lot, realization sunk in. She'd forgotten to ask Gloriosa for directions to the museum before she left. Limestone groaned, her smile dying on her face. The satisfaction of commanding attention was one thing, but talking to a stranger to ask for directions? Ugh. Still, she had to bite the bullet now, time was wasting.

Unable to hear the sound of conversation filtering through the air over all the obnoxious honking, engine noise, and humming A/C units atop the buildings, Limestone crouched down. Resting her chest between her knees and balancing on the balls of her feet, she shrunk to the height of a three-story house, and began scanning the passing pedestrians for someone who looked local. For their part, most of them scanned her right back, a few even tripping over trash cans or benches when they weren't watching where they were going. Limestone rolled her eyes.

Then, Limestone spied a mustached man walking towards the shoddy fried chicken dive restaurant to which the parking lot was attached. Good enough. "Excuse me?"

He, of course, had been looking at her, but had not expected her to speak. "Yes?" he eventually said.

"Hi. I was wondering, do you know how to get to the museum from here?" Limestone asked.

The man did not reply immediately. Limestone waited. Five seconds became ten, became twenty. He wasn't even focusing on her face, but somewhere far lower, instead.

Limestone sighed. "Eyes up here, buddy," she deadpanned, snapping her fingers beside her eyes.

He flinched, looking further up. God, Limestone thought, this asshole sure does have tact to spare. Not. Everybody at camp at least has the courtesy to not ogle me when we're talking, and I turn them on like crazy.

"Do you. Know. Where. The museum is?" Limestone repeated, slowly, to make her annoyance clear.

He blinked, shaking his head. "Oh! Uh, yeah, big lady." Then, he pointed at a slight diagonal from the street she'd been taking. "Keep that way, until you get to the high school, then go a bit more. Lots of pillars, can't miss it."

"Thanks," she intoned, with as little enthusiasm as she could muster. Rising once more to her full height, Limestone got back to walking at her measured, safe-for-the-normal-people pace in the direction indicated. Hopefully, whatever this surprise artifact was, it would fix her mood back up into something less reminiscent of her old funks.

However, as she neared CHS, something was amiss. It wasn't very clear at first, but the small oddities added up. For one thing, the Canterlot folks were now starting to stare at their phones instead of Limestone. What really made her begin to worry, though, were the sirens. Not the nefarious sea creatures turned teen idols Pinkie regaled her about, but the high-pitched wailing of fire trucks and ambulances careening down the next street over, passing Limestone. Their strobing blue and red lights formed a procession that drew Limestone's further along. There, in the distance, was a large green shape, too big to be a tree, but like no building she could remember. 

Hmm, what is that? Limestone squinted. It almost looks like a— no. No, it couldn't be.

Her mild frustration overturned by fresh shock, Limestone approached the anomaly on the heels of the emergency vehicles, which did a superb job of clearing her path. As she got closer, her suspicions were confirmed. It was a person, only many times larger than normal. Another giant like her, presumably enlarged by magic. Limestone's eyes widened with every long step, and in her haste to reach them, she nearly toppled multiple light poles. She wasn't sure exactly what she could do, but she was here, and if she was needed and able to help, Limestone would.

She arrived to find pandemonium, the trucks and ambulances screeching to a stop around great crowds of people packed together on the grass. As fate would have it, Limestone's fresh peer had been smack dab in the middle of Canterlot High. As in: she was literally sitting partially inside and partially on top of a section of the school, bits of the roof and wall still stuck to her body. For it was indeed another girl, her long and unkempt forest green hair a dead giveaway, taken along with the tone of her sobbing. Which she was also doing, while holding her legs to her face, as if in a desperate and unsuccessful attempt to avoid being seen. Even if she hadn't been equally nude, that was a fool's errand.

Limestone gathered her wits as paramedics dashed toward any wounded students who were evacuated to safety by their classmates and teachers. This was obviously very bad, since that meant the school was full of people when this girl exploded in size. Hopefully nobody had been hurt too badly. Priority one was getting anyone still left inside the building to safety, which the firemen already seemed to be doing, far more effectively and with less chance of additional colleterial damage or bodily harm than if Limestone tried.

Something she could do, though, was to try and calm down the trembling giantess. So, Limestone pushed a familiar soft smile onto her face. Kneeling down in the athletic field next to the poor thing, Limestone gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey."

The green-skinned girl flinched, her head whipping to the side to face Limestone. Her eyes were wide with panic and shimmered with tears. "W-What?" 

"Just breathe. In and out." Limestone provided an example, inhaling once slowly before letting the air out. "Everything's going to be fine." 

After zoning out for a moment in disbelief, the girl complied, shutting her eyes and taking a few deep breaths as Limestone gently rubbed her back in a circle. Now that Limestone could see her youthful face, it was clear she was a student, with freckled cheeks and a bit of acne. When she reopened her eyes to face her again, it was with a healthy amount of trepidation. "You're that enormous woman from the news. Limestone Pie?"

"Yep," she said.

"I'm Wallflower," she replied, once she'd mustered enough courage. "Wallflower Blush." While she clearly wasn't happy, Wallflower was definitely put at ease having someone come down to her level, metaphorically speaking. "You're... actually pretty good at that. Being calming, not being on the news." She laughed awkwardly.  

Limestone shrugged. "My sister is so timid that she almost never speaks. I've had practice."   

Wallflower hummed at that, more stress bleeding out of her. At least, until she glanced down at the ruined classrooms beneath her and seized up.

"Why don't we take a few steps back," Limestone suggested, before things could get any worse. She got to her feet and extended her hand.

Wallflower tentatively took it, and Limestone carefully pulled her up so as not to demolish any more of CHS before they both immediately vacated into the field. Standing, Wallflower was a smidge shorter than Limestone, though that wasn't saying much. She must have been like ninety feet tall, at minimum.

Opposite her, Wallflower didn't know what to do with herself, clearly uncomfortable with her body on being display and tried in vain to cover up with her arms. Down in front of the school, plenty of corralled kids with nothing better to do were aiming their phones up at them. True to her name, Wallflower blushed.

"Yeah, it was a bit much at first," Limestone said. "All the attention."

At that, Wallflower nodded multiple times. "Nobody even seemed to notice me before today. And now everyone is. It's... overwhelming." She sighed. "One minute I'm just minding my own business, silently taking notes in the back of the class as always, when some glowing magic flew through the window and hit me. Next thing I know, I'm inching upwards towards the ceiling and my clothes are ripping apart. Ms. Cheerilee noticed and sounded the alarm at about the same time I see everyone watching and..."

Limestone filled in the blanks. "You broke down into hysterics. I don't blame you."

"At least this'll be over soon," Wallflower said. Her expression then transitioned into something Limestone couldn't quite place before she continued. Bittersweet, or maybe a mix of gratitude and skepticism? "Sunset Shimmer and her friends will fix me, and then I'll be able to forget about this whole mess. I hope."

"Speaking of, we've been waiting!"

The third, familiar voice came from an unexpected place: right next to their heads, in midair. Limestone's brows rose, dumbfounded, when she spied Rainbow Dash, hovering on a pair of wings. It was one thing to hear about magic (embiggening variety notwithstanding) secondhand, and another thing entirely actually seeing it.

Wallflower, however, was nonplussed. "Hello, Rainbow Dash."

"Hey... big girl," Rainbow replied.

"It's Wallflower. We've been in the same math class for three years."

"Really? Are you sure?" Rainbow asked, head tilted and visibly puzzled.

Typical Rainbow, Limestone mused. I still have no clue what Pinkie sees in this clueless, inconsiderate jerk. I'd say she reminds her of me, but I'm only a jerk when necessary. Hmm, then again, Wallflower did say she was constantly ignored. Maybe it's not just Dash, for once.  

Anyway, Limestone pushed the conversation back on track. She looked down, and sure enough, a group of familiar, concerned faces stood nearby. Pinkie jumped repeatedly, waving. Limestone coughed politely. "Sorry. With all this commotion, we didn't notice you there."

"Totally understandable," Twilight said. "Keeping track of all the variables in a crisis situation isn't easy."

Applejack tipped her hat back to get a better view. "An' no need to apologize. We just thought it would be better to reach out to, er, Wallflower soon as we could, assumin' she doesn't also want to stay huge."

"We should be able to make it work without a song if we try hard enough," added Rarity.

"YES," Wallflower confirmed, desperate. "Wait, I mean no. I mean, please change me back.

Pinkie's smile turned smug at her insistence. "Somebody's eager to get the fixer-upper light show started."

Fluttershy nodded deeply in understanding before craning her head at the still-distressed Wallflower. "I couldn't even imagine being in your place. Why, I'd probably faint from sheer embarrassment."

Sunset looked like she was about to say something, but thought better of it, and shifted gears. "Then let's not keep her waiting any longer. Girls?"

"Right!"

With that collective response, the seven best friends formed a line, joining hands, and shutting their eyes. Limestone supposed they were concentrating, or thinking friendly thoughts, maybe. Limestone didn't really know, nor did she know what she was supposed to do, if anything, but she took a step back just to be safe. Back at her eye level, Wallflower was looking relieved already. Might've been nice, having someone my own size again, Limestone thought. But this is what Wallflower wants, and I don't especially miss hugs, or whatever.

Then, bright auras of light flared up around Pinkie, Sunset, and the others, each a different color. As they opened their eyes, looking skyward at Wallflower, the lights merged into a rainbow that launched up her, beginning to swirl around Wallflower's body. Limestone watched, genuinely awed, albeit mildly, as the rainbow grew into a tornado of color, stretching into the clouds. Until, moments later, it dissipated into glittering fireworks...

Revealing a Wallflower just as humongous as when it started.

Gasps rent the air as seven partially ponified people separated and stared in bafflement. Wallflower, too, had eyes wide with shock. 

"It didn't work!?" Rainbow Dash exclaimed. "But, our magic always works!"

"I take it this hasn't happened before?" Limestone asked. 

But before any of them could reply, Wallflower growled in irritation, her anxiety turning to anger. "I knew it. I knew you're weren't actually going to help me, Sunset Shimmer. You were horrible for years, and under that act, you still are. I bet inside that cruel head of yours, you're laughing it up at my expense." She crossed her arms and stomped once, shaking the ground enough to topple the four less athletic high schoolers in the group.

As Pinkie, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Twilight picked themselves back up, Sunset recoiled in disbelief. "What? How could you think that? Didn't you see us try just now?" Sunset appeared thoroughly apologetic to Limestone, but Wallflower wasn't buying it. 

"Sunset worked really, really hard to become a better person," said Fluttershy, emboldened and clinging to Sunset protectively. "She bullied me a lot, and I forgave her a long time ago."

Twilight fixed her glasses, her mouth in a contemplative line. "Sunset even stopped me from making the same mistakes she did. Were you not there at the Games to see that?"

Wallflower turned away, biting her lip. "No, but..." 

Sunset sighed. "It's fine. If you don't want to like me, that's your choice. But either way, that still leaves the issue of, well…" She trailed off, gesturing to all of Wallflower. "There's some other reason the Magic of Friendship didn't put you back to normal."

"Maybe she's too strong?" posed Applejack.

"No, strength is irrelevant, as is the quantity of magic," said Twilight. "My hypothesis is that Wallflower Blush's current state isn't disharmonious." Here, she pursed her lips. "Either way, Sunset and I are going to have to add another chapter to our dissertation on magic for the government because of this."

"Darling, this isn't about us," said Rarity. "Think about what she's going to have to go through," she added, pointing upwards.

It was then that the reality of the situation hit Wallflower like a ton of bricks, her fear returning in full force as the color drained from her face. "Wait, so... I'm going to stuck at this colossal size forever?"

"Maybe not FOR-EV-ER forever," clarified Pinkie. "We can knead out the kinks, get our funky magic groooove-thang back later, and try again!"

However, Pinkie's trademark humor and optimism weren't very effective at soothing Wallflower, who was on the verge of another nervous breakdown.

Limestone had been quiet during the whole post-failure argument, barely knowing Sunset at all, but she could be supportive in her own way now. She rested her hand on Wallflower's back again. Once she twisted to look at her again, Limestone spoke. "It's actually not that bad once you get used to it. You might take longer to adjust than I did, maybe a lot longer. So, I'll walk you through it. And I'm no expert in the workings of the supernatural, but since those rainbows left you big, I have a hunch this'll turn out for the best, eventually. Not to mention all the other new friends I've made who I'm sure will support you." Hopefully in a platonic capacity, Limestone finished internally.

Wallflower's brow furrowed, and she looked over at the front of the school, where students and news crews alike were now snapping pictures, before taking Limestone's hand. "Thanks for the offer, really," she managed. "But I am still in no way prepared for this. I have barely any experience socializing as an ordinary girl, let alone as a giant, constantly exposed one."

"Well, assuming her offer is still on the table, Rarity can help with the clothes problem," Limestone said. "Right, Rarity?"

At this, the fashionista flipped her hair and posed. "Of course!"

"Really?" Wallflower asked.

Rarity waved off her concerns. "All I need from you, darling, are your measurements. The fabric store is another story."

"And knowing her, it's on the house," added Sunset with a smile.

Wallflower hummed in consideration, though her most of her reservations obviously remained.

Limestone studied Wallflower, weighing her options. In her mind, now was the time to dig to the root of the problem from another angle. She wasn't a doctor, or even as smart as half the people here, probably. But someone had to address the source of Wallflower's hangups, and it might as well be her. "Okay, so, why does this bug you so much? Is it because you prefer being alone?"

"Not really? I actually like company. If I didn't like people, I wouldn't be on the yearbook committee," Wallflower explained. "It's just that I don't really have any friends."

"Have you ever tried making any? Talking to other students?" Fluttershy carefully asked, an instant before Limestone could.

"Uh, no," Wallflower said. "I get worried I'll mess up somehow and make things worse, so I always end up keeping to myself."  

"Taken in conjunction with your expressed discontent regarding the current state of affairs, that strikes me as being a supremely hypocritical set of lifestyle choices," Twilight noted.

Limestone stared. "What?"

"Wallflower's being stupid," translated Sunset.

"Ah," Limestone uttered. That made sense. Twilight's vocabulary was something else.

Applejack adopted her best lecturing tone before she gave it to Wallflower straight. "You can't expect friendship to just be handed to you on a silver platter, ya gotta work for it."

It took a few moments for that to sink in. For her part, Wallflower took this news better than Limestone would have, unmoving, her face bunched up in thought. When it began to look like it would take a while longer for her to make a decision, others chimed in with their two cents.

"Being the main attraction is awesome," said Rainbow Dash. "Once guys start just approaching you out of excitement, you won't even be able to remember how boring life was before."

"Just go for it! You can never have too many friends!" Pinkie declared. "For every grumpy-pants who doesn't like you, there'll be a hundred more peeps who do!"

Limestone smiled at that, adding "Heck, I was a loner too, and I made dozens on literally my second day being huge."

Slowly, a matching grin crept its way onto Wallflower's face. "Alright. I suppose I can give this a try."

Multiple cheers of support rang out. Limestone just wrapped her arm around Wallflower's shoulders. Everything had worked out fine for her, and the same would happen for Wallflower; she was sure of it.





After tying up the remaining loose ends with Rarity, the authorities, the school, and Wallflower's expectedly flabbergasted parents over the course of the afternoon, Limestone guided Wallflower out of Canterlot and back to Camp Everfree, where she'd agreed to stay with Limestone and her friend group. Almost everyone was already waiting by the entrance, all other priorities cast aside to return and give the second giant resident of the property a warm welcome.

So as not to overwhelm Wallflower as she had been, Limestone insisted they take things slow, and introduce themselves in smaller batches in between her familiarizing Wallflower with the infrastructure and procedures in place. This had been the right call, as Wallflower uttered a huge sigh of relief when Limestone had stopped her enthusiastic companions from inundating her all at once. 

"Also, no pressuring her into anything sex related," Limestone insisted, speaking loudly enough for the whole camp, not just the first batch of people, to hear. She was channeling her protective streak something fierce. "In fact, don't even discuss that sort of thing unless Wallflower decides to ask, got it?"

As they all made clear their understanding, Wallflower balked and turned to Limestone. "Wait, you have sex with them? Like, all of them?"

Limestone didn't know whether to be proud or offended, so she settled on neither. "Not the staff," Limestone said, pointing to Gloriosa and Timber. "But yeah, that's about right."

Wallflower's reaction confirmed that Limestone's instincts about her had been correct. Though she was eighteen as of two weeks ago, which her parents had explained, odds were high Wallflower possessed zero experience with intimate relationships.

"You don't even have to watch if you don't want to," Limestone said, only a tiny bit coy. "There's plenty of room out here."

She began the tour from there, showing Wallflower to the lake, where she slept, where the parchment/toilet paper was, and which trees could be eaten. Surprisingly, Wallflower was actually already aware of that last one, her knowledge of botany being a point of pride. Wallflower seemed to know as much about plants as she did about rocks, Limestone observed.

However, Wallflower's unease returned in force when Limestone got to the part about personal hygiene, and how necessity dictated it be, well, public. Walking farther away to do her business, sure. Wanting an oversized toothbrush instead of a helper in her mouth? It wouldn't be as easy as having one the right size, but Wallflower could just get a push broom or something. But showering, well...

"No way, no way. Definitely not," Wallflower protested, wrapping her arms around herself. "I am not letting a bunch of people I barely know run their hands all over me every day, end of story. I don't care how dirty I get; dirt is natural, but that is terrifying."

"So you just aren't doing to shower, ever? That'd be really gross," Limestone said, bluntly. "Besides, in case you've forgotten, you've been flashing your goods constantly."

Thus reminded, Wallflower fidgeted, blushing, but continued making her case nonetheless. "I can bathe in the lake! Put some soap on a, uh... shag carpet as a washcloth!"

Limestones' eyebrow rose. "And get more dirt and chemicals in our drinking water?"

At this, Wallflower's vehemence sputtered and died. "T-That's true."

There was a lull in the hour's pattern of continued speaking then, Limestone reading Wallflower's expression. Because she'd been so patient with Wallflower up until this point, or perhaps because it seemed to be a necessity at this stage, Limestone felt the need to let her devious side out to play again. "How about this: why don't we finish meeting the rest of my little pals, and then we can start getting you properly acclimated to your new normal with some... exposure therapy."

Wallflower let out this cute, quiet little meep as Limestone leaned in and smiled devilishly. "Can it wait until tomorrow?" Wallflower pleaded. "I need to prepare myself. Mentally, physically, emotionally. All the '-allys'."

Limestone chuckled, straightening. "That's fine. It's been a hectic day for you, I'm sure. How about we grab a bite and head to sleep after, instead?"

Wallflower let out a long breath. "Yes."

So they had planned, so it was. Lickety, Norman, Terramar, and more were all on their best behavior in order to make sure Wallflower felt welcome. She had some trouble getting to sleep without blankets or a cushioned mattress, and kept Limestone up with the sounds of her tossing and turning on the other side of the clearing. But she'd get used to that too, in time. Pinkie and company's magic rainbow deemed this good for Wallflower, in the long run. And Limestone trusted it would be.
> Day 6
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"I'm... not sure how I feel about this."

Limestone sighed. "Come on, really? We've gone over it. And you won't be involved, or even in the frame! You only have to watch."

The two giantesses were standing in the meadow they'd slept in, with everyone else crowded around them at ankle height. Limestone was more that a little annoyed with Wallflower at this point, as she'd had all day to psyche herself up while Limestone got her work done. But instead, all her tiny, adventurous cohorts were probably freezing to death as a result of Wallflower's cold feet.

"I know that. But it's still so weird!" Wallflower protested. "Helping a bunch of people I met only yesterday make pornography?"

"Hey, don't be rude!" Limestone said. "It's a legitimate and highly profitable industry. Besides, you knew Micro from school, didn't you?"

"Yeah!" he added.

Wallflower glanced down at him, then took a slow blink. "You knew what I meant," Wallflower huffed.

Limestone was getting a little impatient now. "Ok, look," she continued, "Just... I don't know, I'll owe you a favor. And again, you're going to be a dirty girl one way or another. Might as well be the fun kind, right?"

After a long pause, Wallflower let out the breath she'd been holding. "Okay, fine, I'm in."

"Great," Limestone said with a smirk. Tilting her head down and to the side, she barked out. "Let's get started!"

With affirmative exclamations from all the normies present, they began to make their final preparations for the filming of Limestone's third video. About half of her friends were participating in the action this time, while the rest were on camera duty. Among the former were Norman, Rolling Thunder, and a burly, hairy man from out of the country named Yakovski, who was usually the silent type. Most of those filming, including Ryn, Terramar, and Lickety, weren't 100% comfortable with the premise Limestone went with after much debate. Lastly, Wallflower was given a camera, already recording and tied to her index finder. All she had to do was point to get previously impossible high-angle shots.

As everyone had shuffled into position, Limestone shot one last reassuring look at Wallflower, whose apprehension was still clear, though diminished. She'd see that there really was nothing to worry about, and that only her own deep-seeded reservations were the problem. Plus, Limestone noted, she'd get some more sex out of the deal, which didn't hurt either. Well, it might, but only a touch, and by design.

"Okay, I'm ready," Limestone declared.

Steadying his camera, Micro Chips yelled "And, action!"

Putting on her best scowl, Limestone took a step forward, gazing down at the group assembled there. They were all clothed in their best punk duds, some more authentic than others. Red bandanas, taken from the camp's 'color day' supplies, served to add a suitable menace to their appearance. Yakovski and Rolling Thunder stood out in front, the rest lined up behind them. "Alright, assholes, I'm here, just like you asked."

"Yes, Limestone, we saw you coming a mile away," Yakovski said, chuckling mirthlessly at his own joke. "Now then, let's get down to business, shall we?"

Limestone narrowed her eyes. "I don't make deals with gang leaders whose men make sport of tearing up my city. Pretty gutsy move, all things considered." Here she raised and lowered a hand across her torso, showcasing the massive difference in size and strength between them. 

Yakovski smirked. "You misunderstand. You may be lofty, but your position isn't. There will be no deals, only demands. You're going to do everything I say, or your sister gets it." Then, he gestured to the line behind him.

Two guys stepped aside, revealing Pinkie, a gun (clearly fake) pressed against the side of her head. She smiled. "Hi Limestone, I'm a hostage!"

"Cut!" went Micro as Limestone rolled her eyes. Pinkie had kinda just shown up, as she was wont to do, and demanded she replace First Folio as the captive relative to add authenticity. But instead, she did exactly the opposite.

"You're supposed to be distressed, not happy to be there, Pinkie!" Limestone groaned. Off to the side, Wallflower giggled.

So did Pinkie. "Right, hehe, sorry. I'm just excited! I'll be all scared for my life and stuff this time, I swear."

"Fine," Limestone said, backpedaling. "Take two, or whatever." Hopefully she'd be able to get in the proper mood without any more issues.

They redid the whole scene from the top as before, only this time when Pinkie was revealed, she struggled against the grip of the acting thug. "Let me go!" she pleaded.

"Sis!" Limestone gasped. "What the hell have you bastards done to her?" she accused.

Yakovski's smirk grew. "Nothing... yet. And as long as you cooperate, It'll stay that way. This is payback for roughing up my boys."

"We're gonna have some fun with you," added Rolling. She tapped the baseball bat she was carrying against her shoulder. 

Limestone's jaw clenched as she made a show of weighing her options. Eventually, she sighed in resignation. "Fine. I'll do what you say."

"A wise decision," Yakovski said. "Now get on your ass, bitch. Lay back and spread 'em."

Though she growled in pretend rage, Limestone obeyed, sitting onto the grass. Then, she fell onto her back with a muffled boom, pulling her legs up past her head, her grey toes nearly touching the ground. Limestone's giant pussy was now completely exposed to the 'gang members'. A couple of them let out catcalls.

"Now make sure you don't move a muscle, or the pink chick gets it," Yakovski threatened. When Limestone didn't reply, he took it as an affirmative. "Alright, guys, let's fuck her up!"

Limestone waited, unable to see what they were doing from her compromising position, given how easily her own great hips and thighs blocked her view. But she could hear their rushing footsteps and impassioned cries, and her breathing grew shallow in anticipation of the stimulation she knew was coming. On the outside, she was being belligerent, but in truth, she very much wanted what was about to happen.

And then Limestone felt it, first contact, directly in the center of her right butt cheek. It was like she'd been poked. Except, that certainly wasn't the case, as typical human fingers were miniscule to her now. Whoever it was had punched or kicked her as hard as they could. Soon, Limestone could feel many more such pokes against the skin of her rear end, the snappy little stings barely painful even as they grew in number. Some people moved around to attack her sides. One spot near her labia was being struck especially firmly, more akin to a series of flicks. Probably Rolling Thunder with the bat. For Limestone, it was the first real taste of foreplay she'd gotten since her growth that wasn't a result of her own actions. And it was beginning to make her wet, heat already rushing lower and further enhancing her sensitivity.

Still, it wasn't close to enough, and Limestone goaded them on. "Are you thugs even trying? This weak shit isn't hurting me at all. In fact, I can barely feel you down there," she pointed out, smug. Above, Wallflower's ongoing look of concern disappeared.

"It isn't, eh?" said Yakovski as he and a few other men, including Norman, climbed on top of her. "That's fine. Because there is another means of torture we can use, one not even a slut like you can handle. Either way, we're gonna make you feel this, and there's nothing you can do about it." 

"Do your worst," Limestone taunted, angling her head to face him.

"With pleasure," Yakovski confirmed, marching up to her boobs and scaling their smooth, jiggly surface. He reared back. "Yakovski smash!"

The ensuing snap kick to her nipple made Limestone see stars, pleasure and pain flaring at once as her fragile spot was struck. Unable to help herself, she let out a quick, sharp moan. At the same time, Norman went for her other breast, getting on his knees and jabbing at her nipple over and over, piling on the pleasure. Limestone squirmed in place as other guys vigorously assaulted her cleavage and oft-neglected underboob, boners poking through their pants.

Even as he continued to kick Limestone's hardening nipple, Yakovski barked out another order. "Go for her cunt! No mercy!"

Limestone tensed as Rolling and the rest of the unseen people crowded before her obeyed, switching gears to targeting her most vulnerable area. Tiny limbs reached upwards, clambering higher up her glutes to reach their prize. Her lower lips, already splayed open, were violated without restraint. They tugged at her slick, swollen flesh, pushed pinching hands inside. Limestone's clit wasn't spared, her big love button being pressed with force on all sides. Not to mention, something went rooting around in her asshole. Even the space between her two holes was yanked and struck over and over. All this, all at once. It was crazy intense, and just kept going. Limestone gasped and squeaked and writhed, her stomach clenching reflexively. 

But Limestone wasn't broken yet. She would test the limits of her resistance, urge her tormentors to continue until she spiraled away into lascivious overload. Between heavy breaths which threatened to knock them loose, she looked over everyone on her tits. "That all you got? I'm - mmm - still perfectly fine. Maybe you should use brass knuckles, or something?"

"Sadly, we don't have those," Yakovski said as he started grappling with and biting at Limestone's nipple. "But we do have a secret weapon." 

As Limestone continued to squirm in place, defying her impulses to just roll away from the tactile onslaught bombarding her wide, oozing cunt and bulbous boobs, she egged them on further. "Oh yeah? Show me, you little shits, I dare you."

Yakovski obliged. "You heard her! Brandish your blades!"

Blades? Limestone repeated internally. Even though she knew they wouldn't actually harm her, she still flinched in dread anticipation. Eyes wide, she watched intently, but nobody on her tits did anything differently, still punching and squeezing. Instead, the stimulation aimed at her pussy changed, those partially or fully obscured by her hips now attacking her with what felt like sharp needles, but were probably kitchen knives or something. They stabbed deeply at Limestone's nerves, unrelenting, even as they struggled to hold on, her fluids threatening to wash them right off. Her labia, her inner walls, her clit, no patch was spared. It was like a boiling cocktail of pain and ecstasy was brewing within Limestone, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she couldn't stop herself from spasming in delight after mere seconds of that wonderful torment. 

A high-pitched, gasping sound burst from her mouth unbidden as Limestone came, shaking. Yakovski, Rolling Thunder, Norman, and everyone else clinging to her body lost their balance as release overwhelmed her. Limestone's convulsing cunt nearly pulled somebody inside her in the process, she felt. For all the knew, maybe a knife or a fingerless biker glove did get stuck.   

As Limestone's scrumptious high dissipated, the gang members all vacated her premises, giving her immense surface a few parting slaps as they did. Limestone got goosebumps across her currently extra-sensitive skin as she stared vacantly upwards, thoroughly beaten into sexual submission. 

"And now we're even," Rolling Thunder declared, wiping Limestone's wetness from her face. "Cross us again, and we won't hesitate to fuck you up even harder, got it?"

"G-Got it," Limestone managed.

"Good," Rolling said, her smile promising things to follow.

With that, the recordings were cut, and Limestone's fuckbuddies began to trade high-fives and pack up the cameras as she woozily rolled to the side and then to her feet. She'd been skeptical of being the sub at first, but unf, that had been good. Not an everyday thing, but once in a while, for sure.

As Limestone straightened her hair, Pinkie actually started applauding. "Woo! That was great! Weird, but great. Probably, totally, I think. Is greird a word? 'Cause for me it was greird. Anyway, I'm off to Sugarcube Corner, bye!"

Limestone snorted. Only her. "Bye, Pinkie," she said, as her bubbly sister zipped away.

Wearing a soft smile of contentment, Limestone watched as her friends, most of whom sported obvious signs of arousal through their clothes, broke off into small groups and headed back to camp, likely to shack up for some action of their own. Fine by her, they definitely deserved some release after all that. That just left Wallflower, and she turned to her inquisitively. "Well?"

Wallflower didn't know what to say to that, and she just stood there, slightly flushed.

"Okay, so it was a little awkward for you. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out," Limestone said. "But do you get why I asked you to watch?"

"Kind of?" went Wallflower. "I mean, yes, I think so. You wanted it to really sink in that, for us, there's no way somebody can, er… have their way with us unless we let them."

Limestone nodded. "Exactly. If anything, they're the ones in danger. I could have squashed them easily." Here, she paused for a second, prompting. "So?"

"So... I suppose letting them clean me is fine," Wallflower admitted. "Even if it is still embarrassing."

"Even compared to what I just did?" Limestone posed. "Give it some more time, your prudishness will disappear before long."

Wallflower looked away. "Maybe..."

Limestone grinned. Her resistance to so much potential enjoyment was cute, if misplaced. Wallflower got big for a reason, and Limestone couldn't wait to rub it in her face when she actually embraced her hugeness wholeheartedly. Still, she'd respect her wishes until then.





As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, shining annoyingly in Limestone's eyes unless she faced the other direction, Wallflower readied herself for the metaphorical plunge. She was lying down on her back in the middle of camp, head tilted to the side as she scrutinized the refreshed and eager faces of those assembled, sponges, hoses, and soap bottled in hand. She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm r-ready."

"Don't be so nervous, dear," First Folio said, in her best reassuring tone. "Just relax."

"And if you do feel like bolting, please warn us first," added Pumice. "Otherwise, we're liable to plummet to our deaths."

Wallflower gulped and nodded. As Limestone's - and now also Wallflower's - retinue set about their work with their usual zeal, Wallflower straightened her head and shut her eyes. Limestone hovered over her protectively, watching them with a critical eye as they got to washing, to make sure that was all they did. With each person covering a different part of her, from head to toe, Limestone unintentionally ended up scrutinizing Wallflower's body in the process.

Until that point, Limestone hadn't paid particular attention to Wallflower's figure. Not that she didn't want to, as Limestone liked both sexes. It just seemed to make the girl uncomfortable, and there had been more important things to deal with. However, now that she was looking, her green skin acting as a backdrop for the many people scrubbing her down, Limestone found she liked what she saw. If she had to describe Wallflower's body in one word, it would be 'cute'. In contrast to her own fully realized and well-defined womanly physique, Wallflower was all soft lines and youthful curves. Ever so slightly chubby, she would be delicate if not for her size, and her hips were more narrow than Limestone's.

Something else she noticed was the fuzzy bush of pubic hair she sported, the dark green carpet matching the drapes. This made Limestone's brows rise, and she glanced down at her own crotch. Before all this, she shaved herself down there out of habit, but had completely forgotten about it. After about a week, Limestone's own pubes had begun to grow back in, a slate grey patch of grass. She filed a mental note to ask somebody to shave her later before her eyes went back to Wallflower.  

The one area where Wallflower beat out Limestone in maturity, and by a wide margin at that, was her chest. Her boobs were enormous, at least two cup sizes bigger than Limestone's own, as if someone had affixed a pair of cantaloupes to her torso. How did she not grab the attention of every single boy in that high school with those monsters? Limestone mused. Wallflower must've been wearing thick sweaters all the time to hide them, or something. And that was before she'd grown. Now, Wallflower could probably crush an entire god damn car between those things. 

As Wallflower's lips trembled from the many streams of water and many more hands lathering her up, those with the luck of handling her tits seemed to share Limestone's thoughts, in whole or in part. Terramar was clearly in awe as he treated them with great delicacy, while Rolling Thunder was failing miserably at hiding her envy. It was with great difficulty that Limestone tore her eyes away from those shapely mounds, a sudden guilt gnawing at her. 

Back to looking at her face, Limestone watched as the remaining taught nerves in Wallflower slowly melted away. When everyone had finished rinsing her off, she was smiling contentedly, and protested when Pumice instructed her to flip over. Limestone knew that feeling, being so cozy that she didn't want to move. It had been ages before recent events occurred, as her work ethic was powerful, but still.

Just as the last few hard-to-reach places on Wallflower's body were being toweled dry, Micro burst out of his cabin, beaming with excitement. Absorbed as she was, Limestone hadn't even noticed his absence. He shouted for their attention as he rushed towards her. "You aren't going to believe this!"

"What is it?" Limestone asked, shifting in place. 

Micro cut right to the chase, beaming up at her. "So, the first full day's revenue from BiggestPie is in, and we've already made over sixty grand!"

Limestone's eyes widened. "Seriously? Holy shit."

Wallflower turned her head again, and Yakovski tripped onto her shoulder as her hair slid out from under him. Her own face conveyed equal shock. "For real? That's a lot of money for just one day." 

She's not kidding, Limestone thought. I was expecting success, obviously, but not that much. I knew there were a bunch of thirsty people on the 'net, but wow. As this truth sunk in, her friends all cheered and expressed congratulations, Ryn even pausing from finishing up drying Wallflower's butt to applaud.

"The account's in your name, Limestone, so you've got the final say, but I'm assuming you still want more supplies?" Micro inferred.

"Yeah, and food," declared Limestone pointedly. "Actual, delicious food, and lots of it." Out of the corner of her eye, Limestone spied the sudden longing expression on Wallflower and amended "For both of us." No sense in being selfish.

"Well, 'food' is a bit vague," Micro noted with a smile. "We're gonna need specifics."

That was indeed the question now: what would Limestone buy? She already had as much greenery as she wanted, and Ocean Flow's fishing net was hers to use whenever she asked. What Limestone really missed were carbs. Something dense and rich for energy, like donuts. Almost as soon as she had the thought, Limestone's yawning stomach rumbled ominously. "How about donuts?"

"Oh, that's perfect!" Norman declared. "The Munchy Milk factory is super close by!" Meanwhile, Lickety Split hung her head in disappointment.

Limestone couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation of sweet, fattening goodness. "Better order a truckload or two," she said, before she remembered she wasn't the only one eating. "Er, is that cool with you, Wallflower?" 

By now, Yakovski and company had finished, and she was sitting upright, her still-damp hair slick as well as wavy. She nodded. "Donuts sound good."

However, to Limestone at least, she didn't seem to look totally on board, even conflicted. "Really?"

"Yes," Wallflower reconfirmed.

Limestone remained unconvinced. Maybe it wasn't about the donuts at all? Wallflower seemed to like her shower by the end, though, so that couldn't have been it. Eventually, she shrugged, electing not to pry. If she was having trouble, she'd ask. There were more fun things Limestone could be doing at this hour besides grilling Wallflower on her remaining anxieties, since her work continued to be going so well. Maybe tomorrow Wallflower would even be up for trying something more exciting, either with Limestone herself or her tiny, prospective fuckbuddies. These thoughts filling her mind, Limestone barely caught herself before she started ogling Wallflower again. Apparently, she couldn't wait.
> Day 7
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Another day, another perfectly average eight hours of smashing and grinding up rocks underfoot for Limestone. Nothing really worth mentioning, save that Marble expressed a rare interest in meeting Wallflower at some point. Limestone still enjoyed her work, obviously. And it was markedly easier now. However, it just didn't vary much, not like her evenings. There was something to be said for stability, though.

Once she was finished, Limestone realized she'd completely forgotten about the mystery gift First Folio had informed her was waiting at the museum. With the whole 'Wallflower is now also huge' thing, she'd totally forgotten. A quick trip to downtown Canterlot later, and Limestone called for, then subsequently flustered, the aging curator, who instructed some maintenance men to cart out the retired exhibit.

"While I'm guessing you won't be interested in the piece for its historical value - not many folks were, relative to the other exhibits - I'm just glad somebody is finally taking it off our hands," he explained. "Not even the trash people would, they said it was too tricky to transport."

Limestone watched the back door of the museum's warehouse with curiosity, even as passersby of all stripes did the same with her. When the steel door whirred open, Limestone was baffled by what she saw for a split second before snorting in amusement. Of course.

It was a cruise missile, painted dark green with red stripes. Probably from a more recent war, but not so recent that it was still up to snuff in terms of firepower. Not that its intended functionality mattered anyway, given that any sane officer would have disarmed the thing before allowing it to be displayed. No, given its shape, Limestone would only be using it as a dildo.

Once the guys pulling the cart quit gawking and undid the chains holding it in place, Limestone grabbed the approximately fifteen foot long missile in one hand, shaking her head. She didn't know whether to be disappointed or grateful to Ms. Folio for getting her a sex toy. Like, they were always nice, but stuff for sex was honestly what had the most of at the moment. Eh, who cares, she thought. I'll get some good use out of this thing, even if it is a little thin for my tastes. Who knows, maybe it'll work for Wallflower.

"Well, thank you very much," Limestone said, hoping her expression wasn't giving too much away.

Seeing to reason to dawdle, Limestone headed back out into the countryside, gingerly stepping her way through rush hour traffic. Everyone else was trickling back to Camp Everfree by car at about the time she returned, save for its permanent residents. Wallflower was the most visible, as even sitting on her knees she dwarfed the cabins. Her attention, too, was focused below her, as Wallflower was looking ponderously at someone in front of her. Limestone had to squint before she recognized Twilight Sparkle.

"Hey," Limestone greeted with a casual wave. "What's up?"

It took a second for both of them to redirect their attention. Twilight had been in the middle of speaking, but she cut herself off to spin towards Limestone. "Oh, hi, you're back!"

"Well, yeah. I live here," Limestone said, bluntly. "But what brings you here?"  

It was Wallflower who answered, with a small smile. "She's tutoring me on behalf of CHS. I technically still need to pass, even though I can't fit inside the school anymore."

"Ah. That's a thing, yes," Limestone said, mildly amused by the mental image of Wallflower looming over her graduation ceremony.

"I mean, that's not the only reason she's here." Looking back down, Limestone's brows rose when she saw Timber Spruce walk up to Twilight and kiss her on the cheek, eliciting a soft squeak from the girl.

"Timber! Don't surprise me like that!" Twilight huffed.

"Aww, but half the fun is watching your reaction," Timber replied with a smirk.

Those two were an item? Limestone had heard absolutely nothing about their relationship until that moment. Which, in hindsight, did explain why Timber never tried to join any of the orgies. "Huh. You two are cute together, I guess."

"I try," Timber said, wrapping his arm around Twilight, who blushed.

"Well, we can hang out once I've finished Wallflower's lesson plan. Which we should be getting back to," Twilight said.

"I mean, there's no rush," Wallflower insisted, looking apologetic. However, as her eyes drifted back in her direction, Wallflower spotted what Limestone was holding for the first time. "Wait, it that a missile? Where'd you get it?" Wallflower asked.

"From Ms. Folio," Limestone replied, spinning the item around her fingers. "And as of now, it's a dildo. She's probably smiling up at me right now from somewhere in camp, the sly cougar."

At this, Twilight balked, pressing against Timber. "Well, you're a much braver woman than I. I hope you've had your tetanus shots, Limestone."

"I'll be fine," Limestone said, rolling her eyes. Just who did Twilight take her for, someone who didn't spend most of her time around ore? Then, she turned back to Wallflower. "How about you? Is everything big-girl related going well? The guys aren't giving you trouble, are they?"

Wallflower took a moment to reply, biting her lip and standing up to her full height before meeting Limestone's eyes directly. "Now that you mention it... I was going to call in my favor. It's kind of a big ask."

This sounded like it could be serious. And so soon? Still, Limestone would try her best to help. "Okay, shoot."

"It's really awkward but... I need you to milk me."

Limestone blinked. She had to have misheard Wallflower. "Come again?"

Wallflower huffed out a sigh, glancing down at her gargantuan boobs and cupping them in her palms. "I drink - well drank, I suppose - this special herbal tea for my anxiety. It works really well, but as a side effect, women start... lactating. And I haven't emptied them since I grew two days ago. Normally, I pump them twice a day." She squirmed, leveling Limestone with a pleading look. "Doing it myself doesn't work that well, especially by hand. And after this long, they're really full. Painfully full. So, will you do it? Please?"

Timber, shoulders raised, pointed off at nothing and coughed before stepping away. "We'll, heh, come back later!" Twilight nodded firmly in agreement, following suit.

Limestone barely noticed their departure, still preoccupied processing Wallflower's request. It was a lot to take in all at once, metaphorically speaking. "I mean... I'll do it, sure. But, as one would expect, I have no fucking clue how to properly wring milk out of somebody's tits," Limestone said. "Cocks, sure. Those?" Limestone began, gesturing down to Wallflower's boobs, "are a whole 'nother animal. Er, pair of animals."

"Don't say that!" Wallflower objected, turning away in embarrassment. "It's really not that different from, like, scratching my back!"

Wallflower is trying to convince herself as much as she is me, Limestone thought. But okay, if she wants to treat this like it's no big deal, I can too. Still, Limestone's brows furrowed. "If you say so. But are you sure about this? 'Cause I'm sure everybody else would help if you let them." To prove her point, their group of friends, which had gathered around out of concern and other reasons, proclaimed their support upon Limestone's prompting. Wallflower reflexively shied away, though she did smile a little.

Limestone returned it. "Also, not gonna lie, I'm pretty bad at delicate work," she added.

She wouldn't have it though; Wallflower shook her head, resolute and desperate. "Trust me, I need a rough touch. And who else is big enough?"

The girl had her there. Limestone's smile morphed into a smirk. She could have some fun with this. "Well alright then. Let's get started." For effect, she licked her lips. 

Wallflower blanched. "Wait, right now? Right here?"

"I don't see why not," Limestone said with a shrug. 

Noises of excitement and anticipation, including a few catcalls, sounded from below. Oh, right, Limestone noted, bemused. Forgot Wallflower isn't much of an exhibitionist. On the other hand, she does need release ASAP... Screw it, I've been wanting to go to town on those one-time sweater puppies since I first saw them.

While she waited for Wallflower's response, Limestone couldn't help but stare at her chest. Had they grown since yesterday? To her, they were just big tits, but to those below, Wallflower's milk-stuffed breasts probably looked more like like twin zeppelins hanging over the campground, obscuring the sun with their dense, warm mass. And in that moment, only Limestone had the means to fondle them. And also, hopefully, the privilege.

Flustered under the staring, Wallflower covered her assets as best she could. She locked gazes with Limestone, picking up on her mischievous vibe and sudden spike in libido, but also Limestone's genuine desire to please. Eventually, with a long moan, Wallflower relented, dropping her arms and taking a single long, long step towards Limestone.

That was all the confirmation she needed. Tossing the missile aside to crater in the dirt with a deep boom, Limestone closed the remaining distance between them. Reaching forwards, she squeezed Wallflower's boobs, one in each hand. They were soft and springy to the touch, like anti-rocks. Well, more like anti-geodes, with the abundant treasure within just waiting to be extracted. And it was almost as if they wanted to give up that wealth. Limestone had barely touched her before Wallflower's pine green nipples, each the size of a man's torso, puffed up to an intense firmness, the younger woman jolting from the sensations. "Ah!"

As their miniscule spectators cheered Limestone on, she started slow, kneading Wallflower's enviable hemispheres from the base at her ribcage. As she did, Limestone confirmed Wallflower's extreme sensitivity. Her skin was so hot, and her breathing was already growing rapid. "Dang, girl, you were pent up." 

"I - nnng - know," Wallflower uttered. Her own hands clasped around Limestone's midriff a silent command immediately followed by a spoken one. "Just don't stop!"

"As if you needed to tell me," Limestone quipped. She'd only been with a couple of girls, let alone one as well-endowed as Wallflower before, and wanted to savor the experience. Her fingers caressed every beautifully exposed square foot of Wallflower's chest, and she slowly increased the pressure she applied as she worked her way around Wallflower, gauging by the pleasured little sounds she made what would help drive her over the edge.

However, it seemed she wasn't going quickly enough. "Harder!" Wallflower shouted between involuntary gasps and shudders, her pillar-like legs shaking. 

Obligingly, Limestone really started kneading Wallflower. She juggled her attention between Wallflower's lewd expressions and the sight of her firm boobs yielding to her caresses. Much as she'd seen dairy farmers do, Limestone would pinch and tug her nipples in alternating attacks of sensation. God, did she want to see exactly how loaded up Wallflower's divinity-sized milk factories were. Going by the increasing clamor from her feet, Limestone figured their groupies were thinking along the same lines. 

They wouldn't be waiting much longer, as the first of Wallflower's production began leaking under Limestone's guided ministrations. Even at their minimum, they disgorged milk like faucets cranked open all the way, tracing lines of wetness down Limestone's fingers. Limestone lidded her eyes, took a leisurely lick across her areola, and egged Wallflower on. "Come on, Blush, don't be shy. Just let go. Get me - and this whole damn camp - allll nice and sticky." 

Wallflower's face went taught, Limestone's dirty talk enough to open the floodgates. "Oh, f-fuck, it's coming out! So much!"

With a drawn out half-scream, half-sigh, Wallflower's nipples released their full payload. Her eyes clenched shut as great torrents of hot milk poured from on high with force akin to fire hydrants. The two great streams rent the heavens, one connecting with Limestone's stomach and sliding down her bare flesh, the other sailing past her and breaking apart in the air before raining down all over all the tiny onlookers with the force of a thunderstorm. All tilted their heads back in thirst of both kinds, mouths open to sample Wallflower's sweet, rich bounty.

Limestone marveled as Wallflower's body just kept going and going, what had to be hundreds of gallons of breastmilk, maybe even thousands, kept spraying out of her. Wanting to sample some for herself, lest most of the nourishing nectar go to waste, Limestone knelt down and clasped her lips around a nipple. When she started to suck, her cheeks caving in, Wallflower squealed, the sound almost as high as her production, which surged even larger. Limestone's mouth was filling up with creamy goodness faster than she could swallow it, which was saying something considering Limestone was big enough to gulp down a normal person whole. Then again, so was Wallflower, but she was busily soaking dozens of guys and gals in the delicious fluids from her other tit, which also redoubled in quantity.

By the time Wallflower's orgasm tapered off, a pleasant warmth was sloshing around in Limestone's gut. She pulled her head back with an inhale and a pop just as the last drizzle of milk fell onto the crowd. Wallflower panted heavily above her, wearing a look of supreme relief.

"That nice, huh?" Limestone inquired.

Unable to speak, or do much else besides stand there rocking gently from side to side, Wallflower nodded lethargically with a wide, silly grin. It looked like she would be out of commission for a while. That was exactly what Limestone had hoped to see, and she smiled in satisfaction as declarations of awe and gratitude filtered up to her ears from the others. Along with a shouted question from Norman. "Is this going to be a regular thing?"

"If so, we could totally bottle and sell this stuff. It's good shit!" added Rolling Thunder.

"And there's certainly enough of it," Lickety Split confirmed.

As Limestone rose and spun to face them, Ryn's eyes lit up. "Oh! She could contribute to your shared finances that way!"

Ms. Folio hummed in understanding. "I know a few challenged mothers who would appreciate the alternative to formula."

"Also perverts. Never forget perverts!" Yakovski exclaimed.

Huh. That actually isn't a half bad idea, Limestone reasoned. It would probably help Wallflower feel like she wasn't mooching off of her or Gloriosa. Still, selling something edible, regardless of the target market, had a lot more red tape and logistics to worry about than simple videos. Maybe somebody knew somebody with bottling equipment? But, it wasn't her call to make. Limestone glanced over her shoulder at Wallflower, who was still trapped in her delirious, hazy afterglow. "How about we get back to you on that?"

Given that this made sense under the circumstances, everyone dropped the subject, and began to return to what they'd been doing before: conversation, jacking off, etc. A minute or so later, Wallflower's senses came back to her, and she coughed into her hand to draw Limestone's attention. "That was pretty great. So... thank you very much. For that."

Damn, was she naturally this adorable all the time? "It was my pleasure," Limestone replied, honestly. 

"I think I'll go grab a tree for dinner now, before Twilight and I finish up," Wallflower continued. "Do you maybe want to come with?"

"Nah, I'll eat later," Limestone replied. "In the meantime, now I've got an itch that needs scratching." The unique, hot as hell experience of milking Wallflower had gotten her motor running, and Limestone glanced down at the previously discarded missile hungrily. She'd feed her lower mouth first. 

"Oh. Uh, yeah," Wallflower stammered. "I guess I'll be going, then."

"Sure thing," Limestone said. As Wallflower walked off, her footfalls resounding through the earth, she turned back to everybody else, the large motion unmissable. "So, I'm gonna masturbate now, anybody who wants in come on over," she casually declared.

"As if I would say no!" Micro Chips quipped before breaking out into a run. Lickety Split, Terramar, and Ryn followed, hot on his heels, the rest staying back to watch.

Limestone retrieved the missile with a muttered thanks to Ms. Folio and planted her butt on the ground with a boom. Her pussy was already plenty lubricated, and she lined up the tip up with her opening, between her immense, gaping thighs, waiting a torturous few moments for her other toys to arrive. When they did, she wasted no time. "Mmm, let's fucking go."

Lickety Split was easy; Limestone just plucked her up and tossed the woman into her mouth like the piece of candy she was. Lickety squeed in delight from behind huge lips as Limestone undressed her using nothing but her tongue, spitting out the wet, miniscule garments. Ryn dove forwards, wiggling back and forth until he was firmly wedged under Limestone's left ass cheek, buried up to his hips. Because of course he did. Micro jumped up and straddled the middle of the missile, apparently intent on becoming her makeshift phallus' bean blaster, which Limestone very much appreciated. Lastly, she cupped Terramar in her off hand and brought him up the three-odd stories to her boobs, pressing his whole body against one as she picked up the missile from the back.

Levelling the warhead's tip with her pussy, priming it to devastate her gaping, unruly insides, Limestone shivered with anticipation. Without preamble or ceremony, she jammed the missile towards herself, hard steel spreading her folds with a naughty squelch. "That's the stuff," she moaned, breathing over Lickety. Her multi-ton body stiffened as the savored the sensation of being truly stuffed by the mighty weapon. Micro's efforts surely didn't hurt, as he prodded and caressed her love button once he had been thrust within range, rewarded with a soft splash of pre from Limestone.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Limestone really got heated. She pumped the missile in and out, in and out, building up a steady rhythm that made her thunder thighs quake. Limestone's thoughts centered on the sheer power she commanded over basically everything as afforded by her stature, her echoing exhalations resonating though the Everfree. Wallflower had been putty in her hands, while everyone else was literally palm sized, her willing playthings. As such, Limestone took the liberty of kneading her own chest in the same way she'd done to Wallflower, feeling Terramar reverently groping her tit from under her fingers. Her tongue also got to work, flicking all over Lickety's soft, tiny body, driving her wild before Limestone pressed her against the roof of her mouth. Her taste and scent mingled with the lingering flavor of breastmilk, creating a tantalizing mix.

Her hand almost moved of their own volition, increasing the pace and force of her thrusting, the little fins on the missile scraping against her not-so-delicate folds in just the right way: with the force of a bona fide battering ram. Limestone shook, her heart racing as high-altitude gales swept her hair back. Ryn was surely feeling every little motion magnified as her hips rocked over his whole body. Meanwhile, Micro was still at it, now ramming his whole face against her equally-sized clit with each piston cycle. "I bet this is amazing for you guys," Limestone said. "Getting to feel me, experience me, as I have my way with your bodies. I'm almost jealous," she added with a mischievous grin, receiving four muffled moans in reply.

Wishing to magnify her own sensations and theirs, Limestone didn't slow down, angling the missile towards her g-spot. Inside her mouth, Lickety Split was humping any and every surface she could, squirming further in at every opportunity, towards her throat, and the point of no return. Limestone understood why - it was probably heavenly tight - but she simply wasn't comfortable obliging. So, they made a game of it, with Limestone flicking her away with her powerful tongue whenever she crawled too far back. Further down her body, Terramar had taken to licking her nipple tenderly as she rubbed the rest of her boob around him. And all the while, her pussy was feeding her incredible pleasure, heat coursing through her veins, her fingers nearly crumpling the metal of the missile as they tightened. Exquisite need built and built, her self-gratification reaching a fever pitch. Together, it all proved too much for her to handle, and Limestone's back arched. "Shit, cumming already!"

All of Limestone's tension snapped, her tremendous pussy clenching around her crotch rocket like a hot, sticky vice as her eyes unfocused. Micro had to grip the thing like a bucking bronco to avoid being thrown off his perch by the throes of her orgasm, and his reward was a generous coating of Limestone's juices. As her sexual charge bled out, Limestone's arms fell limply to her sides. Terramar easily could have died, being dropped from such a height, but his zealous grip on Limestone's breast was luckily tight enough that he hung on despite the sheen of sweat Limestone sported. 

Eventually, Limestone herself noticed once she was done basking in her afterglow, grabbing the boy before his strength gave out. His expression was only slightly fearful. Panting through her nose, Limestone deposited the naked and spit-soaked Lickety onto the grass next to him, on a patch which had just been squashed flat by her legs at some point. Micro, equally drenched, dismounted the missile, which was still lodged inside Limestone, shared a look with Lickety, and immediately started stripping, the two approaching eachother.

As the pair started making out, Limestone snorted and rolled her eyes. "God, you guys are so insatiable; I love it." Leaning to the side, Limestone dragged Ryn out from underneath herself, finding his blue skin had gone somewhat purple from the sheer pressure she'd put him under without even trying.

"Well, you do drive us wild," was his breathy reply. Terramar hummed an affirmative, giving a shaky thumbs-up.

"Damn straight," Limestone said. Seriously, each time she had sex now narrowly topped the last. Stretching the little kinks out of her limbs, she rose, pulling out the well-used missile. This was just one more notch on her belt, and one more confirmation that her old days of bitterness were behind her. Turns out, lots of genuine affection could improve one's mood. Who knew, right? 

The rest of the evening was a relaxing affair. Her curiosity piqued by her earlier revelation, Limestone made an effort to get to know Wallflower better, along with everybody else who wasn't otherwise occupied by 'extracurricular camp activities', as Gloriosa called it. She and Wallflower ended up sharing an enlightening conversation about various aspects of their lives, beginning with their showers and carrying on past sunset. Limestone regaled Wallflower with stories of the cringe-inducing shenanigans her family could get up to, from her dad's bafflement towards modern conveniences to Maud's dry wit. In turn, Wallflower didn't have too many words about her own, less eventful life, but their little friends more than filled the lulls in their dialogue with their own experiences. Rolling Thunder sure had some crazy history.

However, as Limestone was finishing a late arboreal dinner, she suddenly got the feeling she was forgetting something important. Eh, it was probably nothing, her friends were doing a good job taking care of various business, including the fresh bottling plan, which Wallflower had eventually approved to much rejoicing. But still, the thought nagged at Limestone as she turned in for the day.
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Limestone was roused from her slumber by a unpleasant sensation within her core. And something small - well, smaller than a person - was poking at her legs. Humming in confusion, she sent her hand up to brush away the latter, only for it to wind up... sticky.

Suddenly fully alert, Limestone's eyes shot open, and she snapped from her back to a seated position. As she did, black shapes, cawing mournfully, broke into the air from where they'd been perching near her privates. Crows had been pecking around her privates, likely attracted to the smell of—

An angry growl escaped Limestone before she could even finish the thought, her fist smashing wildflowers to bits with the force of a meteor. "Fuck!" That's what she'd forgotten: her god damn period. Gross vaginal blood trailed between her legs, clinging to her skin for a bit before slowly oozing off. Her grumpy outburst had scared the remaining avian scavengers off of her person, as well as sent the honest-to-god pack of wolves that had been drawn to the clearing by the heavy odor of blood in the air back into the forest.

"Yeah, you better run, you little bastards!" Limestone exclaimed. She didn't appreciate this time of the month any more than the average woman; that is, not at all. Now especially, it was going to suck even more, as she would be totally unable to do her job, lest she drip congealed mensural blood all over the rocks. They didn't sell tampons the size of canoes in the corner store, after all.

As Limestone's mood and expression soured to a degree that gave her an aura of palpable menace, enhanced by her imposing stature, the noise she'd made caused the other giantess sleeping in the meadow to stir before her usual awakening time.

Wallflower rolled onto her side, blearily rubbing her eyes. "Limestone? What's wrong?"

Limestone turned to the side, scowling as she gestured to her hips. "What do you think?"

Wallflower's eyes lowered, and she blanched. "Oh. Oh. That's... that sucks." Her own brow furrowed as she stood up, now also fully alert, and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Yeah, dealing with that later... won't be pretty."

"Understatement of the fucking century, sister," Limestone declared. Seriously, what the hell was she doing to do for the next week? Sit and talk to people? That'd work out great, what with her sour personality traits amped up.

"So, umm..." Wallflower began, shifting in place as she met Limestone's baleful gaze. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes. Breakfast. Hooray," Limestone uttered, stomping off towards camp.

Wallflower trailed after her. "Hey, wait! Careful!"

Limestone, however, barely heard her, too busy fuming. She yanked a tree from the dirt without missing a step, its roots breaking in a series of loud snaps. It was bad enough dealing with that time of the month under normal circumstances, now it was straight-up bullshit. Someone was going to make her some oversized tampons, cost be damned! And she'd threaten to flatten everything they owned if they didn't.

Her seething mood did not abate in the time it took to reach the camp. As usual, everybody else stopped what they were doing to greet her. Not so usual was Limestone's lack of reply as she surveyed them all, gnashing a bite of her tree. Wallflower caught up at about the same time they started to notice the blood, gasping in surprise or cringing in sympathy. 

"She's, uh, on her period," Wallflower explained. "Sorry." That last bit was as much for Limestone as the others.

"They can see that. They're not stupid, unlike biology," Limestone said. Sighing, Limestone's gaze eventually settled on a truck sitting by the front gate. Micro Chips had apparently been speaking with the driver before she blitzed onto the scene like an enraged kaiju, cutting off their conversation. They stood by the rear door, which was already raised. "What's that?" she asked, forcefully.

"H-Hey, Limestone," Micro waved, meek in her looming presence. "It's your shipment of donuts, fresh from the factory! Remember?"

Limestone processed this, and realized this was, in fact, a good thing. Comfort food would help her get through this. Slightly. "Gimmie," she said, before unceremoniously tossing the tree she held away. It flew nearly half a mile before landing into the middle of the lake. Then, she swiped the entire sixteen-wheeler off the ground like it was nothing more than a tin can. The driver screamed for his vehicle as Limestone upturned the back end over her mouth, dumping the tasty payload directly into her mouth. 

Micro stared up at Limestone as she gluttonously chewed the sweet and savory pastries. "You didn't even let us unbox them for you..."

Limestone paused in her eating, leveling a stone-cold glare his way, one which could have boiled lead. Micro gulped in terror before stuttering out a reply. "N-Never mind."

As Limestone continued devouring hundreds of donuts every second, Wallflower spoke up. "So, I'm thinking it would probably be best if you all pretend Limestone is me and give her some space. At least for a while."

Definitive sounds of agreement could be heard from all present, save the trucker, who cried out in dismay as the top of the trailer squished and dented in Limestone's grip. He wouldn't dare sue for damages, if he knew what was good for him. Still, Limestone did genuinely appreciate the donuts, so once she'd finished, not bothering to stifle a mighty belch, she set the mostly intact truck back down and apologized. "My bad."

Rendered speechless, he just stood there for a full minute before leaping into the driver's seat and flooring it.

Limestone sighed, settling to the ground with great annoyance and reluctance. Karma just had to make up for last week, didn't it?





Though she really, really wished she didn't have to, Limestone powered through the idle days. Such was life as a woman, and if there was one thing, or set of things, she didn't bother bitching about, it was circumstances totally beyond her control. However, she could correct for her own forgetfulness, which is what she immediately set about doing. Rather than tampons, which would have been harder to construct, Limestone and Wallflower commissioned some independent contractors to make them oversized protective pads. Well, okay, half coerced. Limestone hadn't been kidding herself earlier. But of course, by the time they'd finished the first batch, Limestone's period was already over. And she wouldn't have been able to use them, anyway, given she had no clothes to put them under.

Speaking of, at one point after school, Rarity and Applejack had arrived in the latter's pickup truck bearing gifts for Wallflower. Rarity had completed Wallflower's oversized garments, as requested. She'd made a basic, no frills bikini from an exceptionally thick, durable synthetic. Both the top and bottom were nearly larger than Camp Everfree's tents, and colored a nice shade of hazel that matched Wallflower's eyes. Needless to say, she was quite appreciative to finally have some modicum of modesty back. While Rarity was there, Limestone broached the necessity of her requiring her own eventual set, and the young fashionista agreed without a second thought, though Limestone did insist on at least covering the cost of the materials with her 'ill-gotten' gains.

Applejack, meanwhile, had decided to donate Sweet Apple Acres' old set of bottling equipment, which they used for cider. As she'd explained, they were overdue for an upgrade anyway, and only held out as long as they did for sentimental reasons. She'd heard the group's idea of selling Wallflower's breastmilk through the grapevine, and figured it was as good an excuse as any.

So, basically, fate had decided to bless Wallflower to an equal degree as it had cursed Limestone, temporarily. The others had tried their best to keep Limestone entertained (and clean, despite the protests of some), but she only had so much to talk about with everyone, and the well of conversation topics rapidly ran dry. With her sex drive on mute, too, there was little to do in the way of physical activity, either. Apart from continuing to help milk Wallflower's productive boobs, and frequently get her off in the process, she'd been horribly bored. Not even a visit from the rest of her family, including Pinkie, could fully counteract Limestone's period blues. Although, she admitted it was amusing watching her parents react to the words of her incredibly forward companions.

When the sanguine discharge from her insides finally subsided, returning Limestone's body and mind to normalcy, she quickly made up for lost time, throwing herself into her mining efforts with uncommon energy, born of inaction and a need to meet her responsibilities. Thus, Limestone spent an extra three hours working. By all rights, she should have been bone-tired afterwards. But instead, with her heart presently pounding from exertion, she felt great, and found herself itching for exercise of another kind. So, Limestone walked right up to Wallflower once she returned to camp, skipping the pleasantries with her other friends. Which was easy, given how she needed to squint just to make eye contact with literally anybody else.

Twilight had already left, and she found Wallflower wearing her new bikini along with a strange smile she'd never seen on the other giantess before. Not quite contentment, something similar but more. Lounging by the lake, she swayed this way and that, the breeze gently lapping at her hair.

"Hey, Wallflower," Limestone began, also all smiles. "You're looking good this evening. Dare I say, relaxed, even?"

Wallflower moved with careful deliberateness, clasping her hands. "Thanks for noticing. I am relaxed. And I don't even need the tea anymore!"

"Congratulations, then," Limestone said, meaning it completely despite her unpracticed-at-sincerity tone. "Any particular reason, or just more steady progress?"

Wallflower's grin widened a bit, and she hummed. "Well, that's part of it. I have been getting used to all this attention, slowly. Being big helps."

Limestone nodded. "Helps you feel in control, right?"

"And safe," she concurred. Suddenly, Wallflower's eyes gained a mischevious glint. "But that's not all. I've been... experimenting, today."

Limestone's brow rose. Both Wallflower's expression and that statement weren't her usual by any stretch. "How so?"

A muffled cry of "Down here!" was her reply, though it didn't come from Wallflower's lips. Rather, somewhere lower on her person. Confused, Limestone was rendered speechless when she finally noticed: between the fabric of her bikini and Wallflower's body, there were familiar four-limbed shapes. People, squished between the well-fitted garment and Wallflower's weighty assets. Limestone's thoughts bounced between a mix of 'wow, that's hot as hell' and 'when did Wallflower get so daring?', among others.

Wallflower just chuckled softly, tugging at one of her bikini straps playfully, pressing her captives deeper against her flesh. "I know, right? It was Terramar's idea, and I kinda just... went along with it. He's in there, along with First Folio, and Norman is by my vagina. All they've been able to do is squirm around a bit, and it feels nice. Knowing the power I have over them, over everyone…" Here, Wallflower shivered at her own thought. "I have nothing to fear. If anything, they should be worried." 

Limestone let out a long whistle, glancing between Wallflower's contended smirk and the outlined shapes of the others. "Damn, girl. I didn't know you had it in you. How long have they been in there?"

"Oh, a few hours," Wallflower said, like it was no big deal. "Twilight had to try really hard to stay focused the whole time she was teaching, heh. So did I, really. The three of them have been working their little tongues for me."

Limestone didn't have to imagine what that felt like, the ever-so-slight pressure and wetness of miniature licks on her skin a fresh memory. The thought got her blood pumping, and she knelt down, cupping Wallflower's chin in her hand. "Bet you've had a hard time resisting the temptation to just give in, yeah?" she asked, in a stage whisper. "To just abandon all decency and start masturbating, press them deeper into you, use them as your playthings?"

Wallflower's own breathing quickened under Limestone's sultry gaze, cries of encouragement travelling up her skin from below where her captives rested. "I don't know how you do it," Wallflower eventually replied. "I really want to, but I'm afraid that once I started, passion taking over, I'd lose control of myself and hurt them."

"They know what they signed up for; they can take all you can give them," Limestone said, bringing her face closer to Wallflower's. She looked so different just with a change in how she carried herself, one all the more enticing to Limestone, her newfound boldness more beautifying than any amount of makeup. "Why not envelop them in your vast softness even more?"

At this, Wallflower's eyelids narrowed seductively. Seemed she was in fact running on the same wavelength; just what Limestone had been hoping to see. "I don't know, that's a tall order. Three people, two hands... I might need some help," Wallflower said.

"Well, I'd be more that happy to oblige." Limestone reached up with her other hand to massage Wallflower's shoulder. "But why stop at just three?"

Limestone looked down and to the side, Wallflower following. Below, the usual crowd had gathered, keeping quiet as to not interrupt the dialogue between their goddesses. They were already in the process of stripping down, some even bouncing in place with excitement, eager to be used for their pleasure.

"I suppose I'm ready for more," Wallflower declared. "Best get started before I have second thoughts, eh?"

Limestone concurred, replying in the form of a hand on Wallflower's waist, spinning her weaker counterpart around. Wallflower gasped as Limestone didn't hesitate, running her fingers up Wallflower's lengthy torso to her breasts, which she began to caress. Though covered by the smooth fabric of her bikini top, Limestone could feel the weighty, sensitive mounds she'd become quite familiar with of late, just begging to be kneaded. And yet, that wasn't all. Underneath her roving digits, she could also feel the heated forms of Terramar and First Folio, eager to be pressed and molded against Wallflower, jusdging by how they bucked and squirmed against her touch. Wallflower herself was feeling it too, moaning with each frim press of Limestone's hands against her boobs. "Mmm, t-that's good."

"Glad you like it," Limestone grinned. As she continued to service Wallflower, her own burning desires built even further, juices now drizzling from her cunt. "But I was really hoping to get some action myself, at some point."

Wallflower hummed in acknowledgement, reluctantly pulling away and facing Limestone again. Terramar actually booed. Then, she bent down, plucking a pleasantly surprised Lickety Split between her fingers.

"Wait, what are you—?" Limestone began, before being cut off as Wallflower reached for her lips, pressing the miniscule pink woman into their grey confines. Then, she closed the gap between their faces, eyes shut as she kissed Limestone passionately.

Limestone's own eyes widened at the contact, feeling Wallflower's breath rush past her face as she pressed her tongue against Lickety's legs, forcing her deeper into Limestone's mouth. Soon, Limestone was totally lost in the moment, her body moving by itself as she made out with Wallflower. They held eachother as their tender lips and slick tongues roved hectically. Limestone moaned into it, having forgotten how intimate a real lovers' kiss was. Also enhancing Limestone's rush was the presence of Lickety, who was thoroughly licked, gripped, and sucked between her and Wallflower as their makeout grew more and more intense. Soon, all Limestone could think about was exploring Wallflower's mouth and assisting her in dominating the girl in their clutches, a constant reminder of what set them apart and into eachother's embrace. Well, almost.

As electric as this experience was for Limestone, the power trip alone immensely satisfying, her pussy was beginning to feel extremely neglected at this point. Limestone broke their kiss, pushing Lickety Split into Wallflower's mouth so she could speak. "Not that I'm disliking this or anything, but dammit Wallflower, I need to you finger my pussy hard this instant." 

Wallflower's face morphed into a fluctuating mix of glee and concern, and her cheeks reddened. She spat a saliva-coated Lickety into her hand, the doll-like woman's hair a matted mess, before setting her back down. "A-Alright. But what about everybody else?" she asked, Wallflower's gaze lingering on the earth dozens of feet away, where dozens of people waited with anticipation equal to Limestone's. She wasn't so selfish as to just ignore them for her own gratification, right? 

And then, hit with a flash of sexy inspiration, Limestone paused. They could get involved. Trusting she was present, Limestone voiced a question to those beneath her. "Hey, Daisy? Can you do me a solid and go grab the ropes?"

Gloriosa, who had been standing behind the crowd and observing with all the reluctance of a mother keeping an eye on rambunctious children, rolled her eyes and went to fetch the requested supplies.      

As she did, Limestone moved to assist Wallflower. "Now then, let's get you back out of those clothes..."

Wallflower made no move to impede her as Limestone undid the straps of her top, the tremendous garment and the people within it coming away in Wallflower's waiting hands as her tits flopped apart into their seductive resting state. As she leaned down to set Terramar and Ms. Folio aside, where they stumbled away in a daze, Limestone seized the opportunity to grope Wallflower's slim - but not petite by any stretch - ass. After eliciting a sharp gasp from Wallflower, she pulled down, lowering her bottoms. Along with it came Norman, riding the world's most feminine elevator, coated head to toe in pussy juice and panting for air, and Limestone snorted in amusement. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's been waiting."

"Yeah," Wallflower confirmed, locking eyes that gleamed with bubbling desire onto Limestone's.

A polite cough from Gloriosa got their attention, the counselor holding bundles of rope. Before Wallflower could ask, Limestone explained what she had in mind, and their little audience cheered as Wallflower voiced her enthusiastic agreement with a "Hell yes."

Sitting down, Limestone rested her hands palm-up on the ground. Without hesitation, Ryn and Yakovski stepped forwards, already naked, and lied down atop her index fingers, their bodies about the same length as Limestone's digits. Wallflower did the same, Rolling Thunder and Micro Chips allowing themselves to be bound to Wallflower's own fingers. Once the others had securely tied them in place, Limestone pulled Wallflower back to her feet, mindful of their fragile passengers and the aching hunger in her loins.

Limestone didn't hold back, more than ready to move on to the main event. Once Wallflower's nethers were within reach, Limestone struck, plunging her finger, and Ryn with it, into her slick folds. Letting out a pleased groan, Wallflower leaned into it, muscles twitching around the duo invading her most precious place even as she returned the favor, sticking Rolling into Limestone's own pussy. Finally! she thought. Time for some real fun.

It didn't take long for Limestone to get into a groove, rubbing Ryn delicately against Wallflower's insides, carefully observing her every involuntary twitch and alluring utterance to gauge what was working. Wallflower mirrored Limestone, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief and desire as Wallflower pressed Rolling Thunder against her g-spot. From there, Limestone lost track of time as both their efforts escalated. Wallflower sent a second finger to probe Limestone's depths, increasing the pressure. Meanwhile, Limestone put her thumb to use, circling Wallflower's clit. She couldn't get enough of blissful expressions Wallflower was making under her tremendous touch, each one more erotic than the last. 

As they both switched hands, changing things up and allowing those tied to their fingers to breathe, Wallflower let out an especially squealy moan. "Oh, Limestone. This is so good. I-I think I'm getting close."

"You - shit - are? Don't hold back on my account," Limestone said, her hips jerking forwards on reflex as Wallflower hit a really nice place with Micro's head. "We're practically divine beings, Wallflower. If you need to just drop everything and cum, nothing can stop you." At the end of her sentence, smirking, Limestone stuck her fingers, boy-toy included, into Wallflower's snatch right up to the knuckles.

That did it. Wallflower's pupils dilated, her own fingers freezing in place, forgotten. "Ah, c-cumming!"

Screaming in joy, the strength in Wallflower's legs gave out as she came, her body shaking in throes of elation. Slipping out of Limestone with a lewd slurping noise, she collapsed to the ground with a cacophonous crash, compressing the land beneath her into a pond-sized assprint. As Wallflower rode out her orgasm, chest heaving as she fell to her arched back and stars in her eyes, Limestone looked on in envy. She wanted to cum, too, achieve a thunderous release that shattered her thoughts and all the windows for miles! Before they were through, Wallflower was going to give her one, dammit!

"Okay, my turn," she declared, lunging forwards and dropping to her knees. As Wallflower recovered, Limestone positioned her pussy directly over her face, the hot rush of her exhalations teasing her to an absurd degree. "Fuck. Wallflower, you better eat me out the second your wits come back."

The half minute it took Wallflower to recover felt like an hour of torture for Limestone, but recover she did. "I-I want more, too," Wallflower uttered, shooting her a pleading look.

Limestone sighed. Let it never be said that she was all take and no give. "Bah, fine."

With that, she repositioned once more, her hundred-foot frame sprawled atop Wallflower's in the classic '69' position. As she spread Wallflower's thighs apart, giving her finger riders some nice sights, smells, and sensations in the process, Wallflower did the same to Limestone before they both dove in. She failed utterly in containing her moans as Wallflower's inexperienced but eager tongue lapped at her clit and labia, the vibrations passing through her own tongue and into Wallflower. This led to Wallflower moaning into her, and so on, in an ouroboros of wild lust. Wallflower was the only person who even could fuck her like this anymore, and by god did Limestone enjoy the nostalgia trip. Her own mouth was practically servicing Wallflower on autopilot at this point, so lost did she become in the staccato rhythm of the pleasure shooting through her.

And yet, it just wasn't enough. Wallflower's technique was too unrefined to push Limestone to climax, and in all likelihood she was also too distracted. Limestone groaned in frustration, savoring one last bit of Wallflower's taste before reaching her own hands down to push the green girl's face away and stimulate her cunt herself. "Sorry, Wallflower, you just - unf - aren't doing it for me. Lemme just take care of this with the little guys."

Limestone stopped paying attention to Wallflower, only feeling a smidge bad about it as she pinned Wallflower down with her shoulders and basked in her heat. She'd refocus and go back to eating Wallflower out once her probing fingertips, plus the equally sex-starved people tied to them, got her off once. But before she could get very far, not even past the clit-stroking stage, Wallflower shifted.

"No need," Wallflower said, and Limestone could hear the smile in her tone. "You like it rough, right? How 'bout this?" 

Suddenly, a familiar, steel-hard rod was rammed into her at speed. Limestone's breath caught as she recognized the feel of the missile spreading her open. Except this time, it was the finned end, the sharp edges adding another level of fierce stimulation like the ribs on a dildo. She couldn't even manage a thank you, only a fit of gasps and a cry for more, her brain still reeling from the abrupt, sublime fullness.

As Wallflower pushed Limestone off of her with some difficulty and rolled upright, Limestone followed suit. The shrunken campsite below was insignificant compared to Wallflower and the popping flares within Limestone's pussy. Limestone didn't care what manner Wallflower had in mind to do it, so long as she pounded the ballistic weapon into her mighty cunt with force. 

Turns out, Wallflower wanted to scissor. Sitting opposite Limestone, Wallflower angled the other end of the missile towards her own pussy before thrusting her hips forwards, their slick, overlapping legs widened to accommodate, and their hips met with a great slap. To get better leverage, Limestone braced herself behind her back, leaning on her palms and making extra clear to Yakovski and Ryn just where their place was. Then, she began to thrust, lifting her hips up and out, over and over. Depending on who was clenching harder, the missile alternatingly slipped deeper into Limestone or Wallflower. 

Wallflower, gasping from the sudden and total fullness within her after one such thrust, collapsed again, her thighs clenching. "God, this is so good. Keep going!" 

"Like you need to tell me that!" Limestone couldn't stop even if she wanted to, her body absolutely pining to satisfy and be satisfied. She just kept humping against the other giantess, producing a booming 'plap' with every rocky motion. Limestone was spellbound by the impossibly solid mass churning her up, as well as the hypnotic shaking of Wallflower's huge tits her every flex induced.

In and out the missile went, rubbing Limestone's tough yet tender canal with each pass. And her crotch ramming against Wallflower's simultaneously wasn't bad either. Actually, Limestone found herself reaching a crescendo, the pace of her thrusting growing faster and more erratic as that coveted blast of endorphins spiraled ever closer. Her pants and grunts grew louder, too, as Limestone pursued her gratification with single-minded determination. All that mattered was the titanic double dildo and her points of contact with Wallflower. The whole heap of their juices mingling into mud, the bonfire's worth of fetish fuel she was showing off, her spectators themselves, all else was irrelevant in the face of her coming orgasm. And Limestone made sure to let the world know. "Guh, I'm almost there! Gonna, gonna..."

"Me too! Again!" Wallflower exclaimed, her eyes rolling back. "Cumming again!"

Limestone and Wallflower hit their cunts together with the force of a train crash, moaning in unison as their bodies were overtaken by the throes of their shared climax. They squirted gallons of sticky fluid, colliding between them in a spray of musky release. Limestone's muscles spasmed around the missile, her blood running so hot it altered local weather patterns as she rode the sensations, desperate to take it all in and never let go. But alas, it eventually ended, though she wasn't fully conscious at the time: she'd nearly fainted from the sheer magnitude of pleasure coursing through her quaking body. 

When she came to, Limestone was lying on her back, still tangled up with Wallflower, waves of lingering goodness lighting a fire inside her. The others were still vigorously fucking or masturbating to them at a 'close as they dared' distance. "A-ma-zing," she declared.

Wallflower giggled airily. "No kidding." Then, after a moment's pause: "You mind milking me now? I'm about ready to pop after all that."

"Sure." Like she was about to refuse that offer.

Taking a somewhat unsteady two steps over to where they'd set up Applejack's equipment, Wallflower got to her hands and knees, her breasts eclipsing the sun above the large coated-wood basin. The sex had put her on a hair trigger, as when Limestone pinched her nipple, Wallflower immediately bit back a cry as her breast disgorged a deluge of milk, filling the basin far more rapidly than it could empty into the large barrels. By the time both of them were emptied, she'd filled twenty-seven with her milk, a personal record. Limestone was rightfully impressed.

The rest of the day flew by in a haze of bliss as Limestone enjoyed the simpler pleasures of a nice meal and mega-cuddles with Wallflower.





Life goes on. In Limestone's case, life was good. After that day, she settled into a comfortable routine, one which thankfully suffered no more major hiccups. Years passed.

At one point, Limestone realized that, hey, she and Wallflower were already living together, sharing finances, and fucking on the regular, so why not get married? Wallflower, with great excitement, accepted Limestone's proposal. Their wedding possessed the least formal dress code any of the invitees had ever been to, with the brides in nothing but their swimsuits as they kissed over the altar. In leu of rings, they traded belts, the gold plated chain around her finger an ever-present reminder of Limestone's partner. However, living together with Wallflower at Camp Everfree, while great, wasn't sustainable indefinitely, as Timber and Gloriosa wanted to go back to running a normal summer camp at some point. So, using their collected earnings, they bought their own large plot of land along the same lake, relocating there.

Their shared friends came with them, but they didn't stay forever. For one reason or another, they each moved on. For the students, Micro, Norman, and Terramar among them, that meant going off to college and starting careers of their own. Yakovski, Ryn, and Rolling Thunder grew homesick, returning to their home countries. Lickety Split's story was the most tragic, however. After experiencing some major symptoms, she was diagnosed with late stage pancreatic cancer, quite difficult to treat. Rather than let one of her closest pals waste away in the hospital for a slim chance of recovery, Limestone granted her longstanding wish, swallowing the woman whole and allowing Lickety to live on as a part of her body. 

But they weren't the only ones to leave. Sunset and Twilight became researchers in the budding field of magic, pioneering new industries and stabilizing the flow of wild magic from Equestria. This prevented any more people from growing to titanic size, unfortunately for Limestone and Wallflower, but probably best for the infrastructure of Canterlot City. The rest of Pinkie's circle, too, went on to achieve great things.

Marble, meanwhile, was relieved of her remaining duties at the quarry, replaced by Pumice and a half dozen other able-bodied employees. Still, Limestone's kin stayed in the area, and she was more than happy to support her parents in their old age as they had for her in her youth. Working together with the new blood, the Pie quarry thrived under Limestone's management, along with her pornographic side business. It took much convincing, but she even managed to convince her wife to get in on the fun.

That, combined with an open offer of sex in exchange for miscellaneous live-in assistance on BiggestPie.com, attracted new faces. Teens discovering their kink for the first time, other married couples looking for that extra spice, Limestone welcomed all who dared to go big with open arms and open legs, assuming they treated her and Wallflower right. 

Last but not least, Wallflower's own endeavors bore fruit. As predicted, her breastmilk, sold in cute little glass bottles with her shyly smiling face on them, flew off the shelves faster than she could make it, even with an improved diet. Ever the gardener, she also took up planting and relocating trees. They were like flowers to her, after all, and she could do the job far more quickly than ordinary folk. In time, Limestone grew to truly love her, and surely would have regardless of her achievements and her personal growth. The mental kind; Limestone would likely never have even met her if it weren't for the magic suffusing their massive bodies. For that, and for every bit of kindness shown to her, Limestone was forever grateful. Truly, she was content, and couldn't dream of asking for more.


~ Fin ~