Zecora's Feeding Vines Continuation (Not Mine)


                                            Originally by https://pastebin.com/u/plumbous


                                            >accidentally step into a nest of nectar vines one day while walking to Zecora's hut

                                            >have to waddle the rest of the way to try and fix the problem

                                            Hmm... ah, my friend, I see your plight!

                                            You want a potion which can set things right.

                                            You stumbled into the wrong patch of grass,

                                            And now you want its effects to pass!

                                            Luckily, I have the potion you need,

                                            But how well it works is not guaranteed...

                                            The fluid in your stomach has yet to digest,

                                            So drinking this will remove it as you rest.

                                            My previous attempts have served rather well,

                                            But if its effects are consistent, I cannot tell.

                                            Drink but one sip, sleep for the night and see,

                                            And if something goes wrong, then come back to me!

                                            >follow Zecora's instructions to the best of my memory

                                            >go to sleep

                                            >wake up feeling as bloated as ever

                                            >have a hard time moving as I traverse Everfree

                                            >the pressure in my gut seems to increase the more I walk...

                                            >arrive at Zecora's door with my belly just inches above the ground

                                            >she walks around and examines my side, giving my flank an occasional poke to feel out the swelling

                                            Oh, my, it appears your problem is not getting better...

                                            Did you follow my instructions to the letter?

                                            >give her a nod, but then I realize I might have downed the whole bottle all at once...

                                            >Zecora shakes her head solemnly

                                            I prescribed you to consume only a fraction,

                                            Because drinking the whole potion has a bad reaction!

                                            >I want to say that she gave no such warning, but I feel I'm in no position to argue semantics


                                            The potion was meant to turn the nectar to air,

                                            Then move out of your system without a care.

                                            But because you apparently lost your mind,

                                            The effects have doubled, or tripled, in kind!

                                            Your will continue to grow until the liquid is gone,

                                            Then hopefully the gas will slowly pass on.

                                            You were careless, indeed, so now we must wait

                                            And see if time will improve your state.

                                            >unfortunately, my condition doesn't improve

                                            >in fact, it only becomes more rapid

                                            >none of my hooves able to touch the ground by now, and must rest on my ever expanding belly

                                            >soon enough my body covers a large radius of Zecora's floor

                                            >I can even feel my back staring to bulge out and balloon, my entire figure steadily growing more spherical

                                            >I can tell from the height of the room I'm just inches away from scraping her ceiling

                                            I am sorry to say, but if you expand any more,

                                            I might have to push you out the door!

                                            You are getting rounder at too fast a pace,

                                            And my poor home has only has so much space!

                                            >she moves to my side and gives me a heavy push

                                            >her hooves sink ever so slightly into my swollen side while she rolls me to the door

                                            >by now my cheeks were so swollen and pushed against the rest of my body I could barely open my lips

                                            >by now, my limbs were little more than useless stubs which could barely wriggle from being so sunken in their joints

                                            >even my neck had dispersed in my body, and my head was becoming little more than an indentation in the ball which my figure had progressed into


                                            >the most I could respond with was a muffled moan of from my throat, and odd mixture of fear, embarrassment, and delight welling in me >have no choice but to roll with her motions

                                            >it takes her a moment because of how wide I had grown

                                            >after a few good shoves and a few cracks from warping the doorsill, the widest point of my circumference finally cleared through the exit

                                            >I could hear Zecora releasing a few last grunts of effort, panting as she at last rolls me to the front of her hut

                                            >she walks over to my front and looks down to meet my eyes, wiping the sweat from her brow as she gives a light-hearted chuckle

                                            I hope you don’t mind if I say,

                                            But I take it you enjoy being this way?

                                            >try to show her a shy smile, but my mouth is so buried in my neck that she can only see my mouth’s corners

                                            >a gurgle from deep inside my expanded, cavernous stomach echoes

                                            >Zecora’s ears perk up at the sound

                                            >she gives a small, mischievous smile and strokes my rounded hide

                                            >I feel myself practically melt in her touch, her hooves tingling against the skin and sending a shock of pleasure through every inch

                                            >can’t help but release a small whimper and clench my eyes shut as she maintains her caresses, seeming to pick up on my positive reaction

                                            That sound that you made will serve you well,

                                            For it means that your body will no longer swell!

                                            I will watch over you for the moment still,

                                            Until are able to move at your will.

                                            >I would nod to agree if I could

                                            >not like I had any other choice


                                            >spend the greater part of the day camped outside Zecora’s hut

                                            >gradually feel myself shrinking back to my normal size, but the deflation is far too slow to be visibly noticeable

                                            >think of what would happen if someone decided to stop by to visit the zebra

                                            >they would see me as nothing more than a fuzzy balloon decorating her lawn

                                            >groan at the thought of being mocked or stared at, unable to answer any questions because my lips still couldn’t move

                                            >just according to my fears, I see a few ponies coming out of the forest clearing and heading toward the yard

                                            >the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Twilight

                                            >I could clearly make out the stunned look on their faces, eyes wide and mouths agape

                                            >turn my eyes away from them futilely, but I could still feel their glances boring through me

                                            >finally I hear Apple Bloom speak up

                                            "What in the hay happened to you, sir?"

                                            >sound out a few helpless muffles, ashamed that I can’t even speak for myself in front of these fillies

                                            >Twilight manages to speak up

                                            "Now, now! That’s not polite. Clearly, he just had a mishap with a little magic, right?"

                                            >at last I could hear Zecora opening the door to greet her company

                                            "Ah, hello, little ponies! Don’t mind my guest. He just needs some time to rest. In a few more hours he’ll at last be free. But in the meantime, he’s in my company."

                                            >immediately the fillies start exploring my body, giggling as they play with and poke me despite my vocal protests


                                            >Scootaloo seems especially in awe as she climbs on top of me, not caring about my surprised yelps as her hooves sink into me

                                            >she bounces on me a few times like a trampoline

                                            >can only mutter a few hums as fear turns into pleasure, rolling my eyes up at what feels like a back massage

                                            “Wow, this is so cool! You’re like a living balance ball you see at the circus!”

                                            >Sweetie Belle pipes up cheerfully

                                            “Ooh! Ooh! Maybe balancing is your special talent! You can practice on him that way!”

                                            >Zecora and Twilight try to discourage them, but to no use

                                            >before long I start to feel Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom push against me

                                            >the forest ahead of me starts rotating in front of my eyes as I roll along, almost making me dizzy the faster they go

                                            >Scootaloo makes a few stumbling steps before she starts walking, keeping up with the pace as her four little hooves pitter across the entire width of my body

                                            “I think I got this, girls! Cutie Mark Crusader Circus Act is a go!”

                                            >Zecora and Twilight seem less amused, though when I rolled in front of them I was sure I could see them trying to hold back a laugh

                                            “Be careful with him! We don’t know how fragile he is.”

                                            “Do not fret, dear Twilight. He’s rather sturdy! The most they can do is get him dirty. He grew much larger and did not burst; for him, he’s already seen the worst!”

                                            >still a little miffed that I’m nothing more than a toy for these fillies and they aren’t doing much to stop them

                                            >but decide to play along and be the best circus prop I can


                                            >eventually get over my nausea from being spun around so much

                                            >the fillies come to a pause and Scootaloo jumps off

                                            >she looks down to her still-blank flank, looking down and sighing in disappointment

                                            “Well, guess balancing isn’t my talent...”

                                            >her expression brightens up as she looks to me

                                            “But I still had fun and all! Thanks for putting up with us. Next time we need a giant ball for something, we’ll be sure to ask you!”

                                            >not sure if I should take it as a compliment or not, but I suppose it was a kind word

                                            >still a little uneasy at the idea of being a free inflatable for other ponies to use

                                            >Zecora interjects as she once again strokes her hoof on my flank, even going so far as to pat it like an object that she’s proud of

                                            >each pat causes out a hollow rubber sound to escape as her hoof bounces off of it

                                            >it looks like that potion had more of a side-effect than we first realized

                                            “Well, it seems our friend is now able to expand at any size and remain stable. For now, let him shrink down, and then—“

                                            >Zecora pauses to give him a wide, even sly smirk

                                            “He’ll be free to expand once again!”

                                            >don’t know how to take the thought of being a plaything for the ponies around me

                                            >once the initial shame passes, I start to reconsider the idea

                                            >think about growing larger as ponies fill me with air, water, or anything that may suit their fancy

                                            >getting plumper and rounder, filling up more space until I break walls or shadow over everything nearby

                                            >on second thought, I could get used to this