Short Greens, Volume II.
Volume II's contents are mostly the lighter things I've written. Often included are links to pictures that inspired the writing or were posted alongside it.

TABLE OF CONTENTS
[1] Trixe gets her hooves on a mass impregnation spell and repeatedly abuses it. All of ponyville gets cum inflated.
[2] Anon x kinky Twilight. Waifu and background pone are both inflated to near bursting, Twilight pops the extra.
[3] The Dazzlings have trouble regulating their magic after losing their gems in Rainbow Rocks
[4] Dash x Gilda. Dash enjoys inflating Gilda with water and fluffing it into clouds. Gilda is at best neutral about the situation.
[5] Ponies learn Luna can dreamwalk and ask for dream-related things. Luna trades dreams 1:1 and likes to use her "repayment dreams" as sexual playgrounds.
[6] Rarity eats cloud cream before it's had a chance to fluff. Instead she fluffs.
[7] Twilight as a waifu means magical times in bed.
[8] Chrysalis builds a new hive, with blackjack and hookers. You know what, forget the blackjack. And the Hive.
[9] Chrysalis has a bad time.
[10] Twilight wants to surprise you for Hearth's Warming with a bit of magically enhanced foodplay, but you sleep in.
[11] The table gets turned and Chrysalis gets popped by her own eggs.
[12] Anon is cursed to see everything as 11/10 sexy. It materializes as everypony almost exploding.
[13] Gilda and Ember get in a shouting match, Ember wins.
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[1]
https://derpibooru.org/1558562
https://derpibooru.org/1407304

>Glimmer and Trixie were together and the subject of the Crystal Empire’s repopulation project came up.
>Cadence had worked out a spell that would simultaneously induce incredible fertility and convert magic into a means to make use of that fertility.
>Said means being a half-magic half-semen fluid dropped right into the womb of the effected mare from any nearby ambient sources of magic.
>Trixie, the lewd whorse that she is, tricked Glimmer into teaching it to her in the hopes of fulfilling a few kinks of her own.
>Trixie proceeds to have the greatest clop session of her life later that night, casting the spell over two dozen times in the process.
>The only reason she stopped was because she was genuinely concerned she might pop herself with the next one.
>What she failed to learn was that the spell isn’t targetable, as Cadence had planned to cast the spell after evacuating any mare that hadn’t volunteered and simply get it over with in one go.
>Every mare inside five miles from Twilight’s castle rapidly finds themselves ballooning with repeated magical cumshots.
>The amount varied based on a few factors.
>Namely, the amount of nearby ambient magic, willingness to embrace or resist the spell, and over all mental fortitude.
>Ponies with a strong will to resist managed to stay relatively small through the event, though often their belly was still larger than their hooves could reach.
>Most weren’t so lucky.
>Any pegasi still flying could see hundreds of mares scattered on the streets below, all beached on their bellies like bloated whales.

>AJ could be seen in the market, and was now casting an imposing shadow over her apple stand.
>While she resisted in the first few waves of the spell, the idea of more Apple kin eventually wore on her.
>By the end she was one of the largest ponies in the market square.
>Others embraced it for other reasons.
>Some simply because it felt good and they lacked self control.
>Rainbow Dash was one such pony.
>The first wave set her off balance, and she quickly landed on a cloud to figure out what just happened.
>By the tenth wave she was only visible as an orgasming blue orb perched on top of a stray cloud above ponyville, with most of her body lay pressed into the spongey cloud-stuff.
>It was only when it ended that Rainbow realized just how pained her over-stretched sides had become.
>Too much more and Rainbow would have been liable to start raining down on the town.
>Most of the sluttier mares were familiar with the lewd emotions and sensations evoked by the spell.
>Much like Rainbow Dash they let it flow into them as fast as it would come, though being a bit more in-touch with their debauched side they could really open the floodgates and embrace every second.
>Some were collected enough to know when enough was enough, like Rarity.
>After the first dozen waves of magic she began to shut it out, after all it would be undignified to get much larger than she had already swelled.
>Many of the others who reacted the same way weren’t so restrained.
>Some of the particularly notable party sluts in Ponyville ended up bursting under the strain.
>Berry Punch. Vinyl Scratch. Flitter. Cloud Bucker. All ended up as splatters and splashes of the thick magical seed.
>It could be assumed pinkie was one of them too, as Sugar Cube Corner was found to be demolished from the inside out.
>She went missing for thee days before eventually showing up again as the only flat bellied mare in Ponyville.

>A few select mares had the extreme misfortune of being prime targets for the spell.
>Large amounts of nearby ambient magic, a poor will to resist, and a weaker constitution.
>Fluttershy met all three criteria.
>Her cottage lay next to the Everfree Forest, and was constantly washed in loose magic.
>Fluttershy’s natural fertility and motherly mind did her no favors, making any attempt to shut out the magic flowing into her superficial at best.
>After a few waves she couldn’t even be bothered to do that much.
>The only reason the inside of her cottage isn’t a white painted mess was Discord’s intervention, as he had been visiting for tea at the time.
>Over the course of the Two dozen castings from Trixie, Fluttershy swelled up to bursting three times and was on the brink of a fourth once it finally stopped.
>A convenient helping claw from her draconequs friend pulled her back together each time she went to pieces.
>Of course, always the considerate friend, Discord helped to clean up the mess before he left for his afternoon match of Brockian Ultra-Cricket. 
>With out a place to put it all he simply tucked it back inside Fluttershy, where he hoped nopony would notice.
>Fluttershy was too dazed and short-circuited from it all to tell the difference.
>Once the initial confusion was mostly cleared in ponyville and the cleanup began, it took a crane to get her out of her cottage.
>Though Trixie’s initial fun was over, everypony knew this was only the beginning.
>Given magic fertility and pumped with a belly full of cum, every mare in town was going to be expecting.
>Expecting a lot.
>Even the small bellied mares like Twilight were going to be bigger than AJ by the time this was over
>The bigger ones would have months to stretch to unbelievable sizes.
>Ponyville was slated to have a population thirty times its size in a year, with much of the new population showing blue and silver coats with a whole lot of horns.

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[2]
https://derpibooru.org/1467949

>You and Twilight have another guest in the castle fungeon tonight.
>There were a lot of those recently.
>Rumor had started to go around that Twilight was always looking for ponies to "spice things up," and there were plenty who were willing to try their hoof at a night with one of the princesses.
>Even after the incident that prompted drafting a "safety not guaranteed" disclaimer, there were still one or two a week showing up.
>Tonight you thought you'd try out something you've been working on for a little while.
>After seeing one of Pinkie's ultra-super-duper-max size balloons, you wondered what kind of fun you could have with one.
>Now, there's two of those balloons waiting in the fungeon, both full to bursting with heavy-cream and honey.
>Twilight wasn't told what to expect down there other than balloons, so you're hoping to surprise her.
>A little after sunset you lead her and tonight's guest, a cute yellow earth pony named Lemony Gem, down into the converted basement of the castle.
>A little hose fitting and tape later, and everything was going better that you'd planned.
>Twilight and Lemony Gem were both face-to-face on top of their the massive balloons, making sure twilight could get a good view of what she'd be going through herself.
>Between the hose in her mouth and the jiggling sack of liquids below her, Twilight was wet before you even started anything.
>Not wanting Lemony Gem to be left out in what was to come, you popped two vibrator eggs inside her and taped a third over her clit.
>Once that was done Twilight gave the two in-line valves a turn, opening up the hoses to freely flow.
>Judging by the moaning it must have tasted pretty great.
>Twilight let out a more forceful moan and shook her rear, encouraging you to start your part in all this.
>You slid inside her just as the flow of cream started to bloat her out.
>This was amazing.
>The more she drank the heavier she got, and the heavier she got the faster she had to drink.

>It was the most perfect feedback loop you could have asked for.
>Soon the rapid ulp ulp ulp coming from the two ponies left them with no time to moan into their hoses, leaving you with only the sounds of two ponies quickly drinking themselves to the breaking point and your rhythmic slapping against Twilight’s now widened rear.
>You felt Twilight tighten around you as she came, her whole body shuddering and quaking as much as the balloon below her.
>You slowed down a bit to give her more time to enjoy it, and to help hold back your own rising need a little longer.
>When the first climax wore down, you could tell she was captivated by Lemony.
>The earth pony was just as bloated as Twilight, but had completely lost her composure due to the relentless toys you had her attached to.
>Soon the two of them reached the half-way point, and both were still chugging faster than seemed possible.
>Ulp ulp ulp ulp ulp ulp ulp ulp
>Subconsciously, you had been speeding up to match.
>The next quarter of the balloons was gone before you noticed, and the two mares were certainly showing signs of nearing their limits.
>You felt Twilight climax again, and felt your own rapidly approaching.
>Twilight must have noticed, because she did the one thing you were hoping she would do this whole time.
>She used her magic to pull her own tube out and stuffed it alongside the other one in Lemony’s muzzle.
> Even in her orgasm riddled state, Lemony’s eyes still bugged out as the amount of creme she was forced to swallow doubled.
>Her mouth now clear of creamy obstructions, Twilight wasted no time in saying all the right things.
>”oooooh~ Pop me Anon! Split my creaking sides like that yellow creambomb is about to! Ahn!”

>Your eyes were on Lemony, with the back of Twilight’s head bouncing in and out of view.
>She was enormous, and it was plain to see she was about to break.
>With one last ulp Lemony exploded, showering the room in warm cream and painting Twilight’s front side white.
>”YES!”
>You wrapped your hands around her bloated flanks and slammed into her as deep as you could go.
>Twilight exploded in her own way, rocking with an orgasm far stronger than the others tonight.
>You too, finally let loose.
>Winded and in bliss, you leaned over and shared a kiss before wrapping her inflated form in a cuddle.
>Twilight and yourself nodded off on top of her belly.
>The mess can wait until tomorrow.

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[3]

>After the events of Rainbow Rocks, the Dazzlings attempted to rebuild their gemstones.
>Given the weakness of non-Equestrian magic, the new stones needed to be much closer than the old ones to work.
>Instead of an amulet, the best workable option was to fit them into their belly buttons.
>The quality of the gems was a lot lower, too.
>Sometimes the enchantment would get hung on a flaw in the jewels' lattice, and explosively vent magic into anything touching it.
>This usually trapped the gem inside until it finished venting.
>The sirens had burst their way out of plenty of outfits from the near instant bloating.
>When it was really bad they disregarded the the lost clothing, instead worrying more about themselves bursting apart.
>Adagio and Sonata hated it.
>Blowing up into a ball in seconds. 
>Skin stretched paper-thin and thinning.
>Their whole bodies creaking and groaning in protest.
>The pressure inside so intense they had to fight for every breath.
>Whole body pulsing with every heartbeat and short breath.
>Aria always got off on it, no matter how tight and overfilled she got.
>Or more accurately, because of how tight and full she got.
>So far they had held together every time.
>Unknown to the others, Aria had made a second gemstone.
>She nestled it inside her pussy every morning, hoping that the gemstones would both go off at once.
>When the portal to Equestria opened, the wave of magic set off all four gems like never before.
>Aria was about to get her wish.

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[4]
https://derpibooru.org/1343687
I'm 85% certain the short story 8Aerondight8 referred to was this one.

>Gilda and dash used to play around a lot.
>Dash loved it when Gilda got huge, Gilda just liked it because Dash liked it.
>Rainbow's favorite way to inflate her catbird was to fill her up with water, then use some of her weatherpony experience and Pegasus magic to fluff it into a cloud.
>Done right, the water would expand to over twenty times its previous volume.
>A pint or two fully fluffed up inside her would balloon her belly out a few feet and pull her skin drum taut.
>Sometimes her belly button would even pop out from the pressure.
>It would drive Dash crazy.
>Seeing how happy it made her friend, Pinkie decided to give her a surprise.
>Sneaking in, she slipped a sticky hose into Gilda while she slept alongside Rainbow Dash.
>By the time Gilda's shouts and movement woke the snoring pegasus, Gilda already had gallons inside her.
>Dash turned off the faucet, but stopped short of pulling the hose.
>"C'mon RD, get it out. I'm almost as big as when you were done with me last night."
>All Rainbow responded with was a lick of her lips and a lusty stare.
>"RD... Don't even think about it. I'm ALREADY huge."
>Rainbow took a step forward.
>"RD... wait. I've got gallons, you probably shouldn't..."
>Rainbow pounced, tackling Gilda back down to the bed and pinning her there.
>Her hooves massaged the firm but fuzzy belly.
>It began to grow outward under her practiced hooves.

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[5]

>Thanks to the Tantabus incident, it once again came to be public knowledge in Equestria that Princess Luna could dreamweave.
>Attendance at the Night Court shot up by over 550%.
>Some wanted their dreams interpreted.
>Others wanted to relive old memories.
>But the largest share all came to ask for specific dreams.
>There was always a fee of some kind or another.
>Most often it was a hoof lent to an ongoing project, or a charitable donation in the case of the gentry.
>But oftentimes when a special request of a more salacious nature was made, Luna's fee would be a night of her own inside their dreamscape.
>And given how beautifully Luna could craft the dream world, rumors and whispers from her petitioners made sure such requests were made often.
>Given the span of her life, the Night Princess had grown bored with simple sexual affairs millennia ago.
>Now she experimented with new kinks and rediscovers old ones of all varieties.
>Recently the Princess has grown fond of rounder things.
>Squeaky things.
>Stretchy things.
>Be it herself, or the dreamer, it doesn't matter.
>All that matters is the wonderful filling, and the dreamt sensation of drum-taut ponyhide.

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[6]

>Dash brought Rarity back a few pints of Cloudsdale Creamery ice-cream after her most recent trip home.
>Using a process unique to Cloudsdale ice-cream makers, the cream is fluffed with a cloud generator before being compressed into bricks and frozen.
>This makes an ice-cream richer, smoother, and denser than any competitor on the market.
>The trade off is that as it warms it starts to decompress.
>Cloudsdale Creamery see's this as an advantage, If it isn't allowed to decompress, it can't "melt" like traditional ice-cream.
>They sell it in sturdy aluminum containers to keep it safe while in transit from store to freezer.
>As Rarity would discover, the serving size was not a suggestion.
>Dash's note hadn't mentioned it either.
>Of course, Rainbow knew Rarity well.
>She knew she packs away ice-cream like no one else, when given the chance.
>Before she even finished the first pint, Rarity was pinned down by her swelling, cream filled belly
>Rarity made up her mind to buy a few quarts to see how rainbow liked being turned into a blimp.
>But all she could do now was enjoy the taste, which was admittedly the best ice cream she'd ever had.
>A few more spoonfuls couldn't hurt.

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[7]

>Twilight was surprisingly adventurous in bed.
>Always casting new spells to feel new things.
>One day she tried the Breezy polymorph spell while she was riding you.
>She shrank down around your cock until it was slightly taller than she was.
>The bulge in her belly was huge.
>All the tightness and squirming made you cum harder than you had in a while.
>She bloated up like a condom on the tip of your dick.
>The spell became a favorite of hers.
>Even more so once she started going to Zecora to get you a weekly 'production booster.'
>Because of it, when you where done you'd often have to slide the passed-out mare off of your self like a sloshy water balloon of cum.

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[8]

>Following the loss of her swarm, Chrysalis had to get creative with how she collected love while her brood was rebuilt.
>With most of her capable new children being used to construct a new hive and spare changelings scarce, She turned to her potent mind altering magics.
>The Changeling Queen paid a visit to a hefty hoofful of villages, towns, and cities across Equestria.
>Wherever she went, three or four mares were yanked into the deep shadow of an alleyway, cornered alone at their home, or lured away somewhere quiet by her guile.
>Each spent a few hours in one of her cocoons.
>Long enough for a bit of her kind's magic to seep into them.
>The lines between food and love were blurred.
>Their bodies were made to accept both.
>But only consume one.
>A few suggestions were pressed into each amid a haze of emerald magic.
>Some were simple things, like to not question the strangeness they would soon find themselves in.
>Or when and where they should go when it was time for Chrysalis to collect from them.
>Not anything so obvious as direct control, just whispers in the back of their heads.
>Peculiar and foreign ideas, left for them to discover and carry out on their own.
>Ideas about distasteful things.
>Unsavory things.
>But once the little thought took hold in Chrysalis's magic, all it could do was grow larger.
>One by one the mares she visited began to whore themselves out, from days to weeks after her visit.
>For the bits.
>For the thrills.
>For the simple satisfaction.
>Chrysalis didn't care why, nor did she need to.
>She only cared that they sought passion with as many stallions as they could find.
>The whores she'd created would gather all the love she needed while she rebuilt.
>Maybe more.

>It worked better than she'd hoped.
>Every day her little ponies would wander out, looking for a better time than the last.
>Every night they would return laden carrying a new layer of love infused fat near the break of dawn.
>Her more successful mares could regularly put on dozens of pounds a night, thickening themselves by fifty or sixty pounds in a span of hours.
>Every week or two, Chrysalis would stop by their pre-planted spots to check on each and gather what they had collected.
>The love was drawn out of the mare, rendering from fat back to the thick honey changelings often stored it as.
>Not all the fat held salvageable love, so even after collection the mares still kept a good quarter of their squishy accumulation.
>At the end of the visits, Chrysalis often found herself bloated to enormous sizes with the liquefied love.
>If the mare was still fit enough to walk, the queen's charm's were renewed and the mare was sent back to gather more love.
>If she wasn't Chrysalis would simply replace her with another mare, the spells fading over time.
>Eventually the mare would finally shake it off, and all at once it would dawn on her that she'd not only been doing shameful acts for months and that through it all she'd become too heavy to even walk.
>Chrysalis didn't care.
>Nor did she care that whatever mare she'd picked up to replace the last one would inevitably meet the same fate.
>For over a year, Chrysalis kept expanding her ranks of jiggly and unwitting love-sacks.
>There were, of course, hiccups along the way.
>Lessons learned.
>One session with a single stallion could plump Chrysalis's workers with about five pounds of love-tinged fat.
>The more sessions with that same stallion, the deeper the subconscious connection grew inside him.
>The deeper that connection, the more love flowed into the act of sex.
>When working with their "regulars" it wasn't uncommon for the mares to visibly bloat with every thrust.

>Inevitably, a regular with too much attachment would find themselves in a session that left them a love-drained husk.
>Chrysalis always both loved and hated when that happened to one of her girls.
>A full pony's worth of love could pack a week's worth of labor into a single session, piling on two hundred pounds of love in a span measured by minutes.
>But if it happened when they were already near capacity, it could leave one too big to move.
>Unable to return to their secret meeting place, hundreds of pounds of love would go to waste.
>Eventually the magic would wear off on those mares and the love would spoil into a mountain of plain old fat.
>It was the most common way Chrysalis lost one of her collectors.
>There were occasionally other ways her whores failed.
>Normally it ended in a similar manner when they beached themselves.
>Sometimes it was just a spectacularly successful week that did them in.
>Sometimes it was a bit of misguided creativity.
>The only griffin she managed to capture ended as the latter.
>She'd set herself up in a brothel for three days straight with a few signs and a tip jar.
>The catbird ended up at nearly a ton by the time it was over.
>Perhaps the strangest noteworthy incident was with a cream unicorn wearing a frumpy sweater that Chrysalis set up in Canterlot.
>Chrysalis eventually gathered that the little bookworm had tried to use magic to cheat a bit without thinking things through.
>The unicorn put a want-it-need-it spell on herself before going out one night.
>What happened after that could only be described as the bastard love-child of a riot and an orgy.
>The ensuing chaos went on for hours, and only ended when she actually exploded from all the love.
>While Chrysalis thought it was hilarious, it drew far too much attention.
>She scratched Canterlot off her list of cities afterwards, not that she needed the love from it.
>At the rate she was going, her new hive would be up to full strength far ahead of schedule.

[9]
>Chrysalis grumbled as she gurgled.
>She hated this part.
>It was coming soon, she could feel it.
>Normally she’d just have an underling take care of this, or better yet dozens of them, but with her old brood firmly under Thorax’s hoof she was left without assistance.
>She tried to shift herself to a more comfortable position but could only wobble on top of her bloated gut.
>Even molting was better than this.
>At least when she gets done molting there’s always that satisfying clean and fresh feeling.
>But with this uncomfortable drudgery all she gets is—
“HURK!”
>Chrysalis’s train of thought was cut off sharply as her eyes suddenly crossed and her cheeks bulged.
>The next batch was ready.
“HUUUURGEHH”
>A torrent of green slime spilled out of her mouth, splattering noisily as it hit the ground.
“HUUUURGEHK”
>This time it arced, landing near, but not quite on, the last patch.
“HUUURRGEHR”
>The third one filled the gap.
“HUUUURGEHH”
>She hated this part so Tartarus damned much.
>Ten minutes later an exhausted, and much thinner, Chrysalis collapsed face-first with a mild plop.
>Two minutes of silence followed.
>Chrysalis finally opened her eyes, she didn’t take any action to remedy that her face was still pressing into the ground.
>She stared sideways, out across the solid green and glassy plane she’d slowly but surely been expanding.
>The distraught queen didn’t know whether to scream or cry.
>This was going to take days.
>Chrysalis tried to stand.
>Something near her muzzle disagreed with that course of action.
>After a set of extreme and awkward struggles she managed to rip her face off the floor.
>Or something like that.
>A considerable chunk of the new resin floor was still glued to her muzzle.
>Two hooves and a lot of grumbling managed to remove it before too long.
>Most of it.
>The rest would probably be there until next molt.
>Wonderful.

>Surveying her recent work from a standing position, Chrysalis was able to take better stock of how far she’d gotten.
>The foundation was about half done.
>It was going to be awful, but she could probably finish it by sunset.
>Figure two more days for the walls.
>A third for reinforcement.
>The Hive Queen took a deep breath, accompanied by a deeper gurgle.
>By the end of the week she’d have a new nursery.
>But this was going to be a long week.
>Chrysalis shuffled over to the edge of where she left off and plopped down on her haunches.
>Her stretchy stomach bands were already starting to spread out as she filled with the next load of green slop.
>She could almost taste it already.
>The waiting for more resin to build up was almost as bad as when it was ready to spray.
>Minute by minute the lithe changeling bloated out with goo and began to lose her definition.
>Before Chrysalis got too large she rocked herself forward, rolling from her thick haunches to her squishy belly while she still could.
>Her belly squished against the ground and she felt a gurgling bubble shift inside.
“Urp.”
>A burp squeezed it’s way out, carrying with it the chemical tang of fresh epoxy.
>Her face took on a slight green hue from the flavor.
>Chrysalis allowed herself an angry moan of frustration.
>She’d at least earned that much for herself.
>Prodding her sides with a hoof, Chrysalis guessed she’d have another ten minutes before she was full again.
>She spent it trying to imagine ways to force this same fate on Thorax.
>When she was done with him he’d be the only ‘ling in her kingdom making resin.
>All day, every da—
“HURK!”
>Queen Chrysalis absolutely hated this part.

[10]
>Come downstairs on Hearth's Warming morning, see this.
>She's been stuffing herself silly on conjured sweets since before sunrise.
>The plan was to have a nice 'lazy' holiday with you, with a special treat for her husbando added in.
>Twilight knew just the kinds of things you liked.
>She may not really care for the idea of being, well, fat, but today was going to be a special present for the holiday.
>A few spells here and there were supposed to make getting up to size, and back down again, a breeze.
>Wild Trance’s Ravening, Gilded Gourmand’s Post-prandium Panacea, and Princess Platinum's cantrip for endless hors d'oeuvre, specifically.
>To cap it all off, she tied the spells' ends into one single condition: you.
>More specifically, your dick.
>The spells weren't quite balanced with each other, after all the combination had been somewhat kludged together by your waifu.
>The food went in ever so slight faster than she processed it to chub.
>The only problem is you slept in.
>By the time you came downstairs, strain was painted all over her face.
>Every swallow was accompanied by a harsh grunt.
>She looked at you with half-lidded eyes, but her eyebrows told a different story.
>Twilight's eyes darted between you and the next batch of cookies as they materialized.
>"Please..."
>She grunted, even taking a breath to talk was hard due to her packed stomach.
>"Hurry. I can't hold any-"
>She cut herself off with the next three cookies.
>The enormous gut in front of you churned and groaned, and your waifu let out a small whimper.
>Surely she wouldn't mind if you waited to watch a few more bites.
>You put both hands on her girthy stomach and gave it a press.
>She was as unyielding as concrete.
>Twilight moaned from behind her massive purple middle.
>The moan was rapidly cut off by the sounds of her stuffing another three cookies into her muzzle at once.
>Judging by the tattered stockings and festive top Twilight went through a lot of trouble to put herself into this position for you.
>Best not to waste her efforts.
>Besides, she sounds REALLY uncomfortable.
>Though you suppose, incorrectly, she could stop any time she wants if it got to be too much.
>Your dick needed no attention to get ready, it had long since responded to what was in front of you.
>You marveled again at how firm her belly was.
>Both hands squeezed and kneaded the sides of it, eliciting more pained squeaks from Twilight.
>She really was full-to-bursting.
>You moved in to hug the lavender sphere before you, and you ground your throbbing erection up and around on her silky coat.
>Suddenly, your head gained purchase, and your groin slipped forward until you met her belly with a meaty thwack.
>It was heavenly.
>It took a moment to realize it, but you had glided right into her navel.
>You could feel the crushing pressure from her stomach squeezing all the layers of fat surrounding you.
>"NO! Not there! It won't- oooh~"
>Twilight cut herself off with a quart of milk.
>Despite her protests, you HAD to do this.
>When else would you get the chance?
>Grabbing whatever purchase you could from her drum-taut belly, you began to piston in and out of her belly button.
>The fur on her belly had always been like silk and it didn't disappoint now.
>You found that by squeezing in on Twilight's sides, not only did she let out extremely satisfying sounds of protest but it also tightened the already tight channel you were thrusting into.
>Looking over the top of her colossal belly, you could just barely see to top of Twilight's face.
>Only her ears, mane, and eyes were visible over the mound.
>Your rhythmic thrusting gained force at the sight of your love in this position.
>Her eyes were locked onto yours, filled with the strangest combination of deep love and terrified pleading.
>Another three cookies faded into view.
>Once again her eyes bounced back and forth between you and the sweets.
>She grabbed all three at once with her magic and looked back to you.
>They disappeared over the mound, and you heard one last struggled grunt.
>After the grunt came an inarticulate shriek.
>The same cry you'd heard every time Twilight had found herself at wits end.
>A terrible gurgle rang out from her belly, and her navel almost doubled in tightness.
>You hilted one last time, holding the thrust and squeezing her tight as you emptied yourself inside her belly.
>All at once Twilight's huge belly came apart.
>The overpressured mare went off like a bomb, splattering herself all over the contents of the library.
>Dazed, both from the burst and from post-climax bliss, you fell backwards with a wet splat.
>You spent a few moments staring at the dripping ceiling, trying to mentally parse what just happened.
>Before you can reach a conclusion, you're face to face with a very angry purple horse standing over you and a smack upside the head.
>"I don't know why I expected anything else from you! You were supposed to be up hours ago! Do you have any idea what would have happened if I had chosen my first idea for weightloss spells? I'd still be splattered on the walls! The temporal recall only has a duration of eight hours! What if you'd slept until noon!"
>Unsure of what to do, you follow the most logical course of action.
>You hug the pony.
"Calm down Twilight, you're fine. You are fine, right?"
>Visibly pacified by your cuddle, she toned herself down a notch.
>"Yes, but that still hurt. A lot. Especially the end. I don't think a pony is meant to go in that many directions at once."
"If its any conciliation, that was the best sex we've ever had. No contest. Best Hearth's Warming gift ever."
>"I'll tell you what, how about I look into finding something to help with the aching. Maybe that way I can enjoy it next time too.
"Next time?"

[11]
>Chrysalis has gone into a breeding mode, and is so stuffed full of eggs that she needs other changelings to move her around the hive.
>Normally clutches of eggs can just be left to hatch in nursery chambers.
>When Chrysalis is a bit feeling sadistic, which is most days, she'll use ponies if she has some spares.
>She intends to deal with the mane six, Glimmer, and Trixie in stage one of her new plan, so they can't mess it all up later.
>She wanted to use them to make the first batch of changeling behemoths for the new hive.
>Growing behemoths is a messy and resource intensive project.
>Even during the Canterlot invasion she only fielded four of them.
>Making one requires filling a vessel, or in this case pony, with love then depositing a specially hardened egg.
>A normal changeling egg would just swell so fast it would explode if dunked into a pool of love like that, but a properly prepared behemoth egg absorbs love much more slowly.
>The eight mares are captured and pumped with love until they’re creaking spheres with dimples where their legs used to be.
>Chrysalis gloats and monologues about how great its going to be to watch them all break open one by one as they grow her army.
>She starts with Twilight, ordering her changelings to bring her over and slide her onto the queen’s ovipositor.
>Chrysalis fucks the purple pony ball for several minutes before she starts an obvious climax.
>Glimmer grabs Twilight in her magic and squeezes as hard as she can.
>She juices a quarter of the love from Twilight into Chrysalis in one press.
>The already bloated queen swells even further, the lumpy outline of her egg packed belly smooths out with the addition of so much fluid.
>Chrysalis yells in shock and horror as she realized what happened.
>Her belly starts swelling as all her normal eggs start to absorb the love.
>The eggs quickly go from chicken-sized to softball sized.
>They don’t stop.
>Eventually the bumps return to her outline, this time much larger.
>Chrysalis is pinned under a mountain of green glowing belly.
>Twilight is still left wedged onto her ovipositor, stuck along for the ride.
>By the time her hundreds of eggs are the size of basketballs a dull thumping starts sounding off inside her.
>Every time it happens she swells just a little bit more.
>The eggs have stopped expanding and have started exploding.
>The pops and squelches start gaining speed as all the spilled love from inside the burst eggs starts flowing into the whole ones.
>Soon its so fast that it sounds like popcorn.
>Chrysalis clearly can’t handle it, she’s fountaining and gushing excess love and goop from every orifice. 
>Including the one currently shoved into in Twilight, who has more than surpassed the size she started at and looked ready to burst from the slightest touch.
>The popping finally reaches a crescendo and Chrysalis lets out a heavily gurgled scream before exploding all over her nursery.
>Twilight pops up into the air before bouncing back and forth across the cavern, spraying spirals of changeling goop and love.

[12]
>Sunburst loaned a random stack of old books to Starlight.
>One of which was a ero-grimoire full of spells for sexytime.
>She was still mad at anon for being an asshole last week, and decided to test one out on him.
>Starlight settled on something named "distracting desire."
>The description detailed that the spell kicks in when ever the subject is looking at anyone they find acceptably attractive, and it will make them appear to all senses as 11/10 for the subject.
>Normally this just makes them exceptionally beautiful, but it can also incorporate and exaggerate the subject's specific tastes.
>Anon, is predictably fucked up due to years of unregulated internet access.
>No one accounted for this.
>From Anon's perspective, as soon as Starlight finished casting the spell, she instantly bloated up into a creaking and groaning ball.
>Afraid that she had done some weird unicorn thing, Anon ran to Twilight for help.
>He found her making a snack in the kitchen -- bloated, pulsing, and ready to explode.
>She was surprisingly calm, given that she was seconds away from splattering herself all over the kitchen counters.
>A few minutes of confused yelling later and Anon figured out Twilight was fine, it was just that his eyes that were broken.
>Twilight seemingly rolled herself alongside Anon to talk to Starlight.
>The two bursting mares look through the book for a while but find no way to reverse it short of waiting for the duration to end.
>In two moons.
>Twilight asks Starlight to come with her to visit sunburst and see if he has an answer.
>The creaking Twilight straight up explodes with a wet splorch, followed a second later by Starlight.
>Ten seconds later Starlight teleports in at normal size, taking only a half second to bloat back up to near-bursting like some kind of meaty balloon.
>She grabs the book that had the spell, sticks her tongue out at Anon, then sloppily explodes again.
>Anon's dick was an iron rod.
>This was going to be a long two months.

[13]

>In a shocking turn of events that surprised exactly no one, Gilda’s big mouth finally got her into more trouble than she could handle.
>One thing lead to another, and she may or may not have ended up calling Ember a whore, cockgobler, dweeb, egg-factory, slut, and cumbucket.
>Not necessarily in that order.
>At one point the words “Blue-bitch please, the only thing a runty lizard like you could be in charge of is dragon cock-sock duty,” were heard.
>It was not well received.
>Gilda was not aware that Ember wasn’t lying when she claimed to be in charge of all dragons.
>As per usual, Gilda had forgotten about the exchange about thirty minutes after Ember stormed off into the sky.
>Such conversations were her typical way of saying hello.
>That made her quite surprised and confused when she was suddenly scooped off the ground by a giant clawed fist the next day while in the middle of saying hello to somepony else.
>The deep rumbling voice attached to the claw was happy to inform her of what was happening.
>It was not good news.
>Ember was going to make Gilda eat her words.
>And from the sound it, those words were going to be accompanied by a good deal of dicks.

>She spent the ride back to the Dragon Lands impaled on the end of her escort’s tree-trunk like cock.
>There was a considerable amount of squawking as she was fitted to her temporary accommodation.
>It came four times in the flight.
>By the time it landed Gilda looked like a sloppy, bloated condom that was squeezed onto a dick it was three sizes to small for.
>The dragon peeled her off his dick with two of his claws, letting her drop a few feet and land with a wet plop.
>The sudden impact made her cough up a gooey splatter of cum down her front, and spray a spout of the same all over her behind and the ground.
>The griffon was as almost as wide as she was tall.
>Ember walked over to the cum-bloated sack of catbird and gave her a firm kick with the heel and points on her clawed foot.
>Gilda burped out more cum and wobbled.
>Any protests she made were drowned in gurgles of cum leaking out her throat and through her beak.
>”Who’s on cock-sock duty now, beaky? I’ll send you back to Griffonstone next week. If you last that long, that is. By the looks of it you won’t even make it to sundown.”
>Gilda groaned.
>”You really thought have thought those insults through. If a little dragon like me were a big enough slut to be a cock-sock, I’d have gone splat a long time ago.”

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