Booba Contest


                                            This is a reupload, I am not the original writer. I'm positive that the original writefag was SizeShifter.


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                                            >You find yourself at lunch once again at Canterlot High. You could be social with the seven friends all sat around you, but you’re on your laptop getting done work that you should have finished last night. Just kidding, you’re playing Sonic 3 on your computer like a loser. That work’s never getting done.

                                            >Of course, you were only neglecting your friends and playing a video game because you were trying to be polite. See, being the handsome, well-adjusted gentleman that’s hopelessly addicted to internet pornography that you are you decided you needed a distraction at lunch since your friends’ bodies were so eye-catching.

                                            >Like on your left was Twilight. Nice girl, has glasses that make her look cute rather than like a dork. She, as one would expect, also had boobs. Not a huge chest, but still one of a size that you could appreciate. Big enough that they were always apparent and she tended to wear shirts tight enough that whenever she moved it would pull against her chest only further revealing the outline of her breasts.

                                            >While Twilight was always dressed well Rarity made sure she always dressed to impress. Her breasts were outright large and would always find themselves shown off in something new. Sometimes it was a tight sweater that showed off their contours, other times an airy shirt that but hinted at their existence with their size still making themselves known as the light shined through the thin material, and the times that she wore a dress? Well, on those special events her pale cleavage was something to behold. A chest like that on a body as tall and thin as hers was truly unique.

                                            >If Rarity had variety and grace Fluttershy had the stalwart consistency that you would expect from someone clearly not interested in showing any part of her torso to anyone. Even on an uncharacteristically hot spring day like now the mustard yellow sweater stayed on making her look frumpy and uninteresting. However, even something like that couldn’t hide what she had under there. When she moved their weight was apparent and when she moved quickly the inertia kept them moving, swaying heavily as she brought herself to a stop. You had no idea what size she may be or what wonders could be under that top of hers, but the outline of the thick bra strap seen even through the back of the heavy sweater material made it clear that she truly had something to behold.

                                            >Then there was Rainbow Dash.

                                            >Pinkie was wearing a T-shirt that didn’t fit and likely hadn’t for some time. It had a logo on it for some kids’ show about horses that was distorted and stretched from the breasts it tried to contain while the body of the shirt failed to contain the rest of her pudge. Not that she was exactly fat, but she was getting there, though for now she hovered at being delightfully chubby. You felt glad at how much of the sweets she ate found its way to her chest which was enough to make her rival Rarity, maybe moreso, but at a cost of a figure that wasn’t comparable unless you were the type to want extra huggability. Considering how much she liked to do just that you certainly weren’t complaining.

                                            >Applejack also had a top pulled taut, though in this case it may count as bottoms since you didn’t know what overalls would be considered and Rarity refused to even acknowledge them as fashion. Still, against her hard body and firm breasts the straps at the top were pulled down and out creating a nice shelf in front of her which stood in contrast to other chests like Pinkie’s that flailed about as she moved which likely didn’t help with how little that girl liked wearing a bra. You’d never know if Applejack did or not since with the way she wore her clothes her girls weren’t going anywhere as befitting someone who spent so much time working and moving.

                                            >And finally was Sunset Shimmer, the girl who wore the same leather jacket every day to look tough. With that always hanging overtop her usual T-shirts there wasn’t much to take notice of. What was there was nice and appreciable, but not significant. Rather than get lost in her chest you were usually drawn to her hair or the eyes currently glaring at you.

                                            >Oh shit.

                                            >“Ho-ly crap, Anon!” Sunset said as she slammed her palms on the table, “We’ve asked you five-hundred times to stop looking at our boobs and what do you do?”

                                            >You point at your computer sheepishly. “Uh, I was looking a the hedgedog.”

                                            >“And you look at our boobs!” Sunset made the table rattle as she smacked it with her hands again, turning a few annoyed heads from others seated nearby. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed this, right?”

                                            >No one seemed quite sure what to say for a moment, but Applejack soon felt the need to comment. “Your eyes do have a habit of wanderin’. Like, every single day.”

                                            >“And every time I try to give you a super-duper hug you don’t look at my smiling face but down past it. Are they really that distracting?” Pinkie said as she flopped down onto the table, her breasts squishing against it in a way that didn’t help you refute her argument.

                                            >“Um, sometimes, well, once in a while you-”

                                            >“Well I haven’t noticed anything!” piped up Rainbow Dash overtop of Fluttershy.

                                            >“See, she hasn’t noticed anything,” you said desperately, “Rarity, Twilight, you two haven’t seen anything. You both know I’m a good guy, right?” You were leaning across the table practically pleading with them.

                                            >“I actually haven’t noticed you staring at anyone,” said Twilight, the saving grace who was always staring at books instead of your eyes, “I didn’t think you were that intent on boobs anyway.” Wait, was she implying you were gay or an ass guy?

                                            >“Well, I for one do not believe Anonymous is some sort of breast ogler.” said Rarity with a hint of indignance.

                                            >“Thank you, Rarity.”

                                            >“Besides, I know my face is much more captivating than anything else I might display.”

                                            >“Yes! Exactly!”

                                            >“Which is why you would be able to tell me what earrings I am wearing today.”

                                            >“Yes! ...Oh, you mean right now.”

                                            >“Mmhmm. Let them know what they are.”

                                            >“Um, yeah, uh- oh! Uh, nope, hmmm.”

                                            >“You could see I’m not wearing any. You’ve spent this time looking at my chest, haven’t you?” she said flatly.

                                            >“You have such a nice shirt!”

                                            >“See!” Sunset cried, “He can’t stop himself!”

                                            >You were doomed. They had found you out. Only one way to leave with dignity.

                                            >“Well, I thought our friendship was magical, but I guess I can’t pay you guys a compliment once in a while.” You gathered up your laptop, lunch, and textbooks that had never been opened. “In my homeland it’s a great honour.”

                                            >“Weren’t you born here?” Rainbow called after you as you hurried away from the lunchroom.

                                            >You tried to reply and only tripped over a dangling charging cable twice, “I’m one eighth Canadian!” Then you disappeared from view.

                                            >It wasn’t the most graceful of exits, or the nicest, but at least you weren’t being grilled anymore. Perhaps it was wrong to look at them like that so much. Maybe it was something you seriously had to reflect and work on. After all they were your friends and you wouldn’t want something dumb like this to end things. You would fix this, somehow. First you’d take time to stop being mad at yourself though. All you had to do was stop looking at Rarity’s boobs for five seconds! Truly these were herculean feats you would have to learn to master.

                                            >Back at the table Sunset flopped back down into her seat as she decompressed after being thoroughly amped up from the confrontation. “Well, that was, um, interesting.” She sighed. “Anon’s a nice guy, but you guys are with me, right? It’s just that at times he can be a little...”

                                            >“Perverted?”

                                            >“Super-duper socially awkward?”

                                            >“Um, intense?”

                                            >“Handsome?”

                                            >Everyone looked at Twilight for that last comment. At the silence she looked up from her book. “What, he has a charm to him. Oh, wait, we’re annoyed, right. He can be not quite as funny as he thinks he is.”

                                            >“Yeah, anyway,” said Sunset, “You’re all on board with my reaction, aren’t you? I just got so sick of him staring at my chest.”

                                            >“Uh-huh,” Applejack nodded, “You ‘n’ me both.”

                                            >“I mean, sure you probably got a few looks too, but I was the one bearing the brunt of it.”

                                            >“Ah, darlings,” said Rarity with a little wave towards them, “I don’t think you saw the way he was looking at me in my red dress at the Early-Spring Formal? Or that blue number at the Mid-Spring Formal? You might want to keep an eye on him when I get close once we have the Late-Spring Formal.”

                                            >Sunset let out an amused exhale, “Well, yeah, when you have your boobs shoved up like that of course he’s gonna notice. I keep getting stares though even without anything to make them look bigger.”

                                            >Rarity leaned back and stared at her, eyes wide. “Um, sweetie, do you really think I need something to make these look bigger.”

                                            >“Rarity, no, of course not. I think you’d look fine if you stopped wearing push up bras just like Applejack.”

                                            >Rarity prepared to say something snappy in return but her momentary shock gave Applejack the time to lean it over Sunset. “Woah now, what do you mean ‘like me’ there? You think I’ve got to shove my girls up?”

                                            >Sunset faltered somewhat with Applejack so close. “I-it’s just that you look a little, uh-”

                                            >“I don’t wear a bra! Look at them go! Whee!” said Pinkie whose distracting shaking back and forth gave Sunset the chance to breathe.

                                            >Rarity laughed lightly, “Yes, Pinkie, we can all tell. If you ever want some propriety though I could always lend you a bra.”

                                            >“Oh no, I couldn’t do that Rarity. It would never fit!”

                                            >“Pardon me?”

                                            >“I’m saying my boobs are bigger than yours,” said Pinkie as she still focused on her breasts swinging back and forth as she moved.

                                            >“Pinkie I- hm, how can I put this delicately. Pinkie, the extra weight around you doesn’t count.”

                                            >“I know, but I’m not counting it. My boobs are just bigger.”

                                            >“Oh come now, darling, everyone here knows I have the largest chest here.” She turned and no one seemed eager to back her up. “Hmm?”

                                            >“Rares,” said Applejack, “I think you’re at most as big as me.”

                                            >“What do you mean ‘at most’?”

                                            >“And let’s not count the push up,” said Sunset, “I think without that I’m a solid contender.”

                                            >“Um, actually, I think that I obviously have the-”

                                            >“This is dumb!” said Rainbow as she again accidentally shut down Fluttershy’s contribution, “All your boobs are the same size so who cares?”

                                            >“They are not!” said all four together.

                                            >“Oh come onnn even egghead doesn’t care and you know how she is about facts.”

                                            >“Twi’s just busy with her book still,” said Applejack dismissively.

                                            >“Oh, I am paying attention,” said Twilight, “Rainbow’s right. I just really don’t care for us comparing our bodies like this.”

                                            >“Exactly,” said Rarity, “there is no need for this. If you would all be more like Twilight and accept that you’re smaller-”

                                            >“What do you mean by that?” Twilight asked, closing her book.

                                            >“I just mean that you’re on the small side.”

                                            >“The small side!? Do these look small to you? I bet I’d measure up just fine.”

                                            >“Um,” Fluttershy tried again, “I really do think that I might-”

                                            >“Rarity!” shouted Sunset as she slammed the table with her hands yet one more time, “Ow, my palms are really starting to hurt from that. Rarity, do you have your measuring tape?”

                                            >She reached into her cleavage and pulled it out. “I always have my tape.”

                                            >“Alright, let’s do this.”


                                            -----


                                            >The group of them left the lunch area and walked with purpose to an empty room. The whole way they silently eyed each other up, not entirely sure how they would stack up when they took the final measurements.

                                            >As they entered Rarity snapped the measuring tape taught. “Right, I suppose it’s only fair that Sunset goes first. After all, she was the one who started this whole argument.”

                                            >Sunset shook her head and smirked. “You know what, sure, go ahead and blame me. I’m fine setting the bar for everyone.”

                                            >Sunset removed her jacket with a flourish and tossed it aside only for it to land on Twilight’s face.

                                            >“Ack!

                                            >“Sorry.”

                                            >Rarity looked at her expectantly. “The rest?”

                                            >“Oh, you need it all off?”

                                            >Rarity glanced around the room. “Well, I don’t see any windows and the door’s closed so if we want this accurate then I would prefer that. You do want this accurate, don’t you? You made quite a bit deal about our bras affecting our sizes.”

                                            >The smirk returned to her face. “Sure, I don’t mind.” And then in one motion her orange T-shirt was removed and in another the clasp to her bra was undone.

                                            >“Wow, aren’t you eager, darling?” Rarity said as she resisted cracking an amused smile. Measuring breasts was serious business.

                                            >Sunset’s chest was about what she had expected in terms of size. The round figures of her breasts were decidedly average in size, but it was still impressive just how well formed they were. No sag, not overly perky, everything was just the right proportion and shape that breasts her size should have. Certainly the platonic ideal of what one would hope breasts could be yet lacking in quantity. Rarity wasn’t worried about her position.

                                            >“Alright, come on over here. Stand with your back to me like so. There we go, now to start we measure your band size by putting it under your breasts. Okay, now we measure around your breasts at their widest. Aaand okay, doing the math you are... oh my.”

                                            >“Bigger than you thought?” Sunset said with a grin.

                                            >“Oh no, it’s just that you should hope that you’re a late bloomer. You’re a mere B-cup.”

                                            >“‘Mere’? I’m a good size.”

                                            >“Darling, my little sister is a C-cup.”

                                            >Sunset didn’t say anything for a moment.

                                            >“Did you actually think that was large?” Rarity continued, “You can’t be serious.”

                                            >Now she had recovered and snapped back. “How about we check you out first before you start poking fun.”

                                            >Rarity smiled. “Very well.” She stripped her top as well, though with more caution than Sunset since she didn’t want to crease it for the rest of the day.

                                            >Immediately Sunset had realized her mistake at starting this fight. What she had always suspected to have been a push-up bra shoving up below-average breasts was in fact an elaborate lace bra that looked like it was doing nothing to accentuate her notable size.

                                            >“You lookin’ to impress someone today, Rares?” said Applejack in amusement.

                                            >“If you are trying to look pretty you should feel pretty on all levels.”

                                            >“Don’t look comfy though.”

                                            >“That’s why I wear nothingggg!”

                                            >“We know, Pinkie!” said Rainbow, “You bring it up multiple times a day.”

                                            >Rarity unhooked her bra as they bickered. The skin underneath seemed even more pale and delicate than the rest of her were that even possible. Like fine porcelain her breasts seemed to have been formed as if by a sculptor with a delicate hand and an eye for beauty and proportion. Assuming that hand also slipped once.

                                            >“Heyyy,” said Pinkie, now no longer trying to annoy Rainbow Dash, “is one of those boobs bigger than the other?”

                                            >Rarity’s eye twitched, “Most women have breasts that slightly vary in size and I am no different,” she said as she began to do the measurements.

                                            >“Yeah, but I can see it from waaayyy over here. Like to do have to stuff one of your cups to balance it out or-”

                                            >Rarity let the tape drop after finishing her measurements, “They are not that different, thank you, Pinkie. I will have you know that my D-cups have always fit just fine.”

                                            >“What!?” said a shocked Sunset, “There is no way that you’re a D.”

                                            >Rarity walked over to Sunset and leaned forward slightly to have her breasts adjacent to Sunset’s. The difference was clear both in terms of breast size and the figures they were attached to since while Sunset still looked good by any metric Rarity’s torso was like that of a vase.

                                            >“Do you see it now?”

                                            >She could. “Maybe a D and a large C.”

                                            >“They are not that different! Ugh, let me even measure them and show you.”

                                            >“How about ya’ll measure me first?”

                                            >Rarity turned and there was Applejack already half naked. With her shirt having been cast aside and her overall straps unslung from her shoulders she revealed both her chest and her upper body’s physique, both of which were impressive. Her musculature was not at all a surprise, but the clean definition of it amidst the light freckles across her body was something they had yet to see. Her breasts were large, heavy looking, yet remained high on her body supported by the muscle underneath them.

                                            >Rarity tried to size them up as she approached Applejack and her suspicions were confirmed when she measured her.

                                            >“Well. It seems they’re, erm, D-cups too.”

                                            >“What!?” said Sunset yet again, “I thought you were keeping them hoisted up with your clothes, but that was all you.”

                                            >“Yep. It’s like I told ya’ll, hard work pays off.”

                                            >“Well,” Rarity pursed her lips, “I suppose we’re tied for first place then.”

                                            >“Hold on now,” Applejack said as she leaned back casually onto a desk, pausing as she did so to build the tension in Rarity’s mind, “I may not be the best at these fancy mathematics, but cup size is determined by bust size minus band size, right? But both of those measurements were bigger on me so despite us reaching the same cup size then wouldn’t my breasts, technically, be bigger than yours because of my bust measurement being greater?”

                                            >Rarity took a moment to process it while Pinkie went “Ooohhh” in awe and Twilight quietly applauded the math only to stop when no one joined in.

                                            >“Yes,” Rarity finally admitted, I suppose that’s true.”

                                            >“Me next! Me next!” Pinkie screeched.

                                            >“Do relax, Pinkie. We’ll get through everyone in time so calm down,” Rarity chided.

                                            >Pinkie wasn’t having it though and grabbed her shirt at the collar then pulled, tearing it in half as she held the remaining scraps in each hand. “I am so fricking ready to win this!”

                                            >Everyone took a moment to stare at the hyperventilating and barechested Pinkie Pie. Her body would be accurately described as ‘plus size’ in the best sense of the word. She certainly possessed extra weight everywhere but it didn’t look unfortunate or unpleasant, just that she carried extra in a fairly well distributed manner aside from, of course, the amount her body decided to deposit into her chest. They hung lower on her body compared to the others, as if their weight really meant something, yet still had a healthy bounce as they moved befitting her youth. That bounce was certainly on display now.

                                            >“Stop moving or I can’t measure you!”

                                            >“But it’s cold and it tickles!” Pinkie giggled incessantly as she squirmed away. As Rarity’s frustration grew Applejack finally had to grab Pinkie and hold her still, though in the position she was in she looked away, face flushed, as their breasts touched.

                                            >“Alright, I’ve got it,” said Rarity with a sigh, “you’re an-”

                                            >“-F-cup! I know. I measured this morning. I could give you the rest of my dimensions if you’d like. Starting with my feet they’re a size-.”

                                            >Sunset began to talk over Pinkie as she listed off all the numbers that had no bearing on this boob competition. “Well, it looks like she had you two beaten. Maybe D isn’t such a big size after all.”

                                            >Rarity huffed. “There is more to breasts than just size.”

                                            >“Really?” said Applejack, raising an eyebrow, “You didn’t quite sound like that before. Change of heart now that you’re second last?”

                                            >“Oh we’ll see about that.” Rarity scanned her remaining friends. Who was left? Rainbow Dash? Hmm, maybe she didn’t need to bother with her. Anyone else? Oh, of course. “Oh Twilight, dear! It’s time for your measurement!” she called, trying to get Twilight to pay attention to these important matters and stop reading whatever it was on her phone.

                                            >Twilight quickly shook her head as she came back to reality. “Sorry, sorry,” she mumbled as she approached, “I was just reading up on how to measure bras since I didn’t ever quite figure it out.”

                                            >“You... never figured it out?”

                                            >Twilight looked away and rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah it was just such an awkward topic I never looked into it.”

                                            >“So, what?” said Sunset, “Are you just not wearing a bra under there? Damn girl.”

                                            >Pinkie stopped with the numbers and hugged Twilight from behind, “Ohmygosh, Twilight, did we just go from best friends to super best friends?”

                                            >“What!? No! Oh no, not to you Pinkie. We’re still best friends. I mean I do wear bras it’s juuust that I never quite got the sizes right. I simply try whatever fits and wear that.”

                                            >“That sounds... unfortunate.” Rarity said, cringing, “You must be so uncomfortable.”

                                            >“You get used to it. It was better than trying to read up on it. I get awkward with that stuff pretty quick.”

                                            >Sunset pointed to her naked chest “Are these weirding you out then?”

                                            >“Oh, absolutely. Being around everyone like this is really uncomfortable.”

                                            >“Oh darling I am so sorry. Look, we don’t have to do this. You can-”

                                            >“No, I want to.”

                                            >“Pardon?”

                                            >“I, er,” she looked away again as a definite blush creeped into her cheeks, “I kind of want to see if I have enough to stand a chance with Anon.”

                                            >There was a nasty snicker in the back from Rainbow, but the rest seemed sympathetic.

                                            >“Then let’s get that thing off. Woo!” cheered Pinkie as she grabbed the bottom of Twilight’s shirt and in one swift motion it was off and Twilight was exposed to the world. At the sight of Twiight’s bra Rarity cringed again. Twilight had fair sized breasts that were in a a bra obviously far too small for them. It certainly explained them always looking perky and pressed against her top since they were being squished up and out the top of the cups.

                                            >“Do you really think a bra is supposed to fit this way?”

                                            >“After seeing the rest of you today? Probably not.”

                                            >Twilight unhooked it and the bra sprung off. To everyone’s surprise though, her breasts barely changed position. They remained extremely perky and high up on her body while still possessing shape.

                                            >“Well I guess it wasn’t just the bra doing that.”

                                            >“Doing what?”

                                            >“Nevermind, let’s get you measured.” Rarity stepped behind her, used the tape, and crunched the numbers. “Well congratulations. Sunset I have good news.”

                                            >“Yes!” Sunset said with a fist pump. “Not the smallest!”

                                            >“No, I was actually going to tell you that you need only one more cup size to no longer be in last place. Twilight’s a C.”

                                            >“I am?” Twilight smiled, “Oh wow, I didn’t realize. That’s not bad.”

                                            >“Oh come on! Even Twilight’s bigger than me? But look at her, she’s got nothing to her.”

                                            >“Yes, I’m afraid she is,” Rarity said, folding up her measuring tape, “Her waifish frame does make her chest look even larger even if it’s nothing exactly large itself.”

                                            >“Well that’s it. I’m last place. Fan-freaking-tastic.”

                                            >“And I’m first! Please bow to your Queen of the Busts,” said Pinkie who had already taken a page from her biology textbook and folded it into a crown with the word ‘Developed’ from one of the section headers displayed at the front.

                                            >“And with Applejack in second, myself in third and Twilight in fourth. We really should get you a proper bra, dear.”

                                            >“Er, yeah, do any of you have one I could borrow?”

                                            >“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Sunset since you’re used to-” Rarity looked into Sunset’s eyes, “-smaller bras.”

                                            >“Hey!” Sunset was no longer lounging on a desk and began to walk to get up into Rarity’s face, “As someone who only likes the finest things I thought you’d recognize when something was high quality. And I would rather have boobs that are only average size yet are perfectly shaped than fabric stretchers that are misshapen.”

                                            >Rarity was taken aback. “Ah! They are not at all misshapen, it is a slight size fluctuation that most women have. You should be jealous.”

                                            >“Jealous of the bronze medal?”

                                            >“I should be in second but someone else has her chest padded with muscle.”

                                            >“Hey now, don’ you be bringing me inta this. You should be happy with what ya got, I’m happy with mine. And besides, since you aren’t happy you should be jealous of me anyway since I have this even after all my hard work. I’m not all fluffed up with fat like Pinkie.” Her eyes bulged in shock as she realized she let slip something she shouldn’t have. “I didn’t mean it like that, Pinkie.”

                                            >Pinkie was dancing in celebration of her win while still wearing her crown. “None taken! Besides, you should all be jealous of Twilight.”

                                            >Twilight had stepped away to avoid the brewing conflict and tried to wave off the sudden attention. “No, no one needs to be jealous. There’s nothing of me to be jealous of anyway.”

                                            >“But there is! Look at her!” Pinkie flounced over and posed around Twilight like you might see a model do at a car show, “All this up front and she doesn’t do anything for it. No fat, no muscle, she’s got nothing down there and yet up here she still has that. And look! So perky!”

                                            >“Don’t poke there.”

                                            >“Truly her breasts are best.”

                                            >“Are you saying I should win instead?”

                                            >“No! My crown! I’m the biggest!”

                                            >The other three each had something new and not very nice they were about to say to each other when they were interrupted by a cry from Rainbow Dash. “Hey! You forgot someone.” They stopped their quarrel and turned to face her.

                                            >“Dearie,” said Rarity, “No offence, but I think I can guess your size from here.”

                                            >Sunset smirked, “Yeah, as glad as I would be to not be last place it feels like you’re not so much last place but ‘No Contest’.”

                                            >“I’m not playing your dumb game and I wasn’t talking about myself.” She then pointed to her right where a very unsure Fluttershy stood.

                                            >“Um, I tried to say something a few times, but if we’re having a competition, um, I’m not very competitive, but I might be able to win this one?”

                                            >They all stared at the girl they had somehow forgotten.

                                            >Pinkie took her crown off.

                                            >Twilight was the first to speak up. “Fluttershy, are you sure? The fact that you’re even still in the room is surprising to me.”

                                            >“I guess I can be a little shy about this sort of thing sometimes.”

                                            >“You wore an overcoat to the last formal,” said Applejack flatly.

                                            >“I-it was unseasonably chilly, that’s all...”

                                            >“Do we really have to do this?” said Rainbow, “This whole lunch break has been wasted on some boob challenge so can’t we just declare Fluttershy the winner and get on with our lives?”

                                            >“Well I don’t know if I win or not. I just think I have a chance.”

                                            >Rainbow just shook her head. “Alright, fine. Get measured then.”

                                            >Though it had always been an unspoken assumption among them that their friend had some seriously large boobs it had never really been thought about. She made no attempt to show herself off or even hint at her own figure while also avoiding any social event that may reveal her body too much. Well, she avoided most social gatherings as a general rule, but that was beside the point. Even now in her usual sweater she clearly had something under there, something big, but no one knew exactly how much.

                                            >“What’re the odds she wins, Miss Measuring Expert?” Sunset snidely whispered to Rarity.

                                            >Rarity ignored the comment and approached Fluttershy. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

                                            >“Okay.”

                                            >They stood unmoving.

                                            >“Just take it off when you’re ready.”

                                            >“Okay.”

                                            >Fluttershy played with the hem of her sweater.

                                            >Rarity sighed, “I could try with it still on? It would be a little rough but it would be close.”

                                            >“Um, I don’t know.”

                                            >Everyone deflated. Of course Fluttershy’s anxiety would kill their anticipation.

                                            >“If she’s not getting measured can I keep the crown?” Pinkie said as she refitted it onto her head.

                                            >“Fluttershy, darling,” Rarity said, pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed, “if you’re too nervous about stripping or me touching you then we don’t have to do this.”

                                            >“Oh no, it’s not that it’s just- it’s fine.”

                                            >“No, tell me and we can deal with it.”

                                            >“Well, it’s just that looking at you up close, um, please don’t be mad if I’m bigger than you.”

                                            >Rarity both felt a warmth from knowledge of her friend’s endless concern for the feelings of those she cared about and also was sure she felt a vein pop in her head somewhere.

                                            >“No no, I won’t be mad. We don’t even know if you’re bigger anyway.”

                                            >“Well it’s just seeing you now I think I’m probably way bigger.”

                                            >“Yes. Possibly. We shall see.”

                                            >“Like I’m not even sure it will be close. Even Pinkie-”

                                            >“Yes yes, let’s just measure. No more talking!”

                                            >Fluttershy quieted as Rarity went behind her. She raised the measuring tape but hesitated.

                                            >“Now I’m not sure if I want to find out.”

                                            >“Oh come on!” cried Rainbow. “That’s it, I’m taking over. Rarity, back up. Fluttershy, over to me.”

                                            >Everyone was less enthused than before since Fluttershy seemed so sure she’d blow them the fuck out, but they played it cool as they stood off to the side while Rainbow went through her bag.

                                            >“Do we put our tops back on now?” Twilight whispered to Sunset.

                                            >“I don’t know, it just feels right to wait for the whole process to be over first,” she replied, “You look good by the way.”

                                            >Any response from Twilight was interrupted by Rainbow. “Okay, got it. Catch!” She had taken a soccer ball out of her bag and tossed it at Fluttershy who only barely caught it. She held it at arm’s length from her as if unsure what to do with it.

                                            >“How is this-”

                                            >“Step froward into the middle of the room so they can all see you. Now tuck the soccer ball under your arm like this. No, more under your armpit. Okay good. And here we go!”

                                            >Rainbow took a hold of the back of Fluttershy’s sweater and yanked it towards her. For the first time the fabric wasn’t making her look frumpy from how oversized it was; now it was being held taut against her body. The sight of the true contours of her body caused everyone to let out a collective gasp.

                                            >“How in the hay?”

                                            >“Goodness!”

                                            >`“Dethronnned!” Pinkie shrieked as she tore her crown in half.

                                            >Everyone had always assumed that Fluttershy had a bit of chub down there, but now it seemed that she had a perfectly flat stomach with a waist close to rivalling Rarity’s in its hourglass shape. The difference though was how much of that waist was being obscured by boob. Even with her breasts flattened somewhat by the pulled fabric they remained firm enough to retain a definite shape. They were round almost like you’d expect from artificial breasts, but the squish to them made it obvious that what was under there was real. More important though was seeing them in relation to the soccer ball under her arm right next to them.

                                            >They were bigger.

                                            >“Alright, I guess that’s solved!” Rainbow said as she released Fluttershy’s sweater. Her friend was flushed, but simultaneously relieved that she did what she wanted to even if it had to be done like ripping off a bandage. “Fluttershy can pass the ball around if you want to see how you compare.”

                                            >Rarity sighed longingly, resisting the urge to look down at herself. “No no, I think we’re quite fine. Congratulations, Fluttershy.”

                                            >“Yay” she said quietly.

                                            >After that no one was quite sure what to say. The event that had taken up their whole lunch break was finally over and with a very definite end. Fluttershy had won and by such a large margin that there was no way to argue it. The debate had been settled in the question of whose breasts were biggest.

                                            >“Mine are still better.”

                                            >The group collectively groaned at Sunset.

                                            >“Darling, give it a rest. You lost.”

                                            >“I’m not going to give it a rest. Sure size matters, but what about the other factors? Even if she’s the biggest it doesn’t count for much if she doesn’t show it off.”

                                            >Fluttershy tried to respond, “Well I guess that’s true but I could-”

                                            >“So I propose a new competition! Whoever has the best breasts is the winner of this one.”

                                            >“We are not having another event like this,” Rarity said, turning away and moving to redress herself.

                                            >“Really? Are you happy being fourth place?”

                                            >That made her pause. Applejack wasn’t having it though. “I don’t care about that stuff. ...Okay well not much.”

                                            >“I want my crown back! I’ll take the best boobs challenge!” said Pinkie while she tried her best to staple the two halves of her shirt back together.

                                            >Sunset turned to Fluttershy. “You in?”

                                            >It took her a second of fidgeting but then she grinned, “Well if I can win one then maybe I can try for round two.”

                                            >Sunset spun around to face Twilight. “Another boob competition. Do you have what it takes?”

                                            >“No. Well, I mean no we can’t do this competition. Boob size is objective,” she emphasized her point by gesturing between both of their chests, “but to say something is the best is subjective. It just doesn’t work. We’d need a judge and I think all of us might be biased.”

                                            >“But who could do that?”

                                            >“Ideally it should be someone experienced with looking at breasts to know what makes them ‘best’.”

                                            >It didn’t take long before they collectively said, “Anon.”

                                            >“So,” said Sunset, “do we all agree to let Anon be a horny jerk for a little bit longer for the sake of our own egos? Raise your hand.” Everyone did so. “Then let’s get dressed and get back out there. The competition starts-” she looked at her phone, “-next Monday! I forgot it was a Friday. So, uh, get training or something over the weekend. I guess.”

                                            >They gathered up their things, made themselves decent and exited the room. Dash hung back until the others had left.

                                            >“Man, they forgot to ask me to join this competition too? What’s up with that?”