>the sun was barely illuminating the sky, but Cheerilee was already awake
>she exits her house in a tracksuit and begins her morning sprint
>only a month ago, the tan skinned, two-tone pink haired and grey-green eyed teacher would have been breathing hard by the end of the street
>things have changed
>”Morning, Cheerilee,” a now familiar voice says as a rainbow haired younger woman catches up to her. “What’re we pushing for today?”
>”Good morning, Rainbow Dash. I’m aiming for eight minutes,” the mature teacher says without stopping
>”Dang girl, already? I like your style. Let’s do it!”
>yep, keeping pace with arguably the town’s best pro athlete gave Cheerilee a buzz that never got old
>the intense sprint wasn’t a contest, at least not at first, as the two women took advantage of the still mostly empty streets
>they overtook joggers and morning walkers like they were stationary
>but, predictably, after four full circuits around town and as they set eyes on their goal, Dash stops messing around
>try as Cheerilee might, she just couldn’t keep up
>”And the winner is... me!” Dash pants as Cheerilee catches up and rests against a table to recover
>”The quad-tour sprint in,” she checks her watch,” seven, forty nine! Colour me impressed, teach, but I still won.”
>Cheer looks at her friendly rival, smirks and places her elbow on the table, hand open for an arm wrestle
>Dash raises an eyebrow and asks, “didn’t learn your lesson from last week, huh?” She smirks, and takes the challenge
>”three, two, one... go!”
>Dash didn’t waste time and went for the quick victory
>yet it was like trying to bend steel
>Cheerilee slowly smiles as she effortlessly pushes Dash’s arm down nice and steadily
>then Dash yelps as, in desperation, she uses both arms, then her whole body
>Cheer finally shows a little effort as she frowns, sucks a deep breath, and like Dash at the end of their run, stops holding back

>Dash’s arms not only strike the table, the girl’s flung several feel away and onto the floor and the table flips over
>with a satisfied smile, Cheer stretches, unzips her jacket and removes it with a dramatic twirl, revealing her sports tank covered body
>Dash rubs her wrists but she’s captivated
>”Holy moly, teach...”
>Cheerilee was once chubby, average, short woman
>now?
>the rising sun’s light glistens on the teacher’s sweat covered tan skin, as each bead trickles down her densely muscular, rock hard body in tiny rivulets which evaporate in the cold morning air like steam
>the body of an earth blooded and determined woman, still appreciably curvy with C cups, mature hips and a bubble butt
>Dash may be the fastest around, but Cheerilee was a magnitude stronger than almost everyone in town
>but she didn’t seek fame, nor to win a contest
>she had a matter of the heart
>or she did
>a misadventure with a love potion left her almost married to the actual strongest local, Big Mac
>and while they broke the enchantment, she wondered, felt an attraction... and since then, she only had eyes for him
>and thanks to inspiration and help from her twin sister, Cherry Blossom, Cheerilee had been transformed
>good genetics, Blossom said, and at first, Cheerilee wasn’t sure
>three days, she lost the flab
>by the first week, she was fit
>the second, well toned
>and by last week, she lasted a few seconds against Dash in an arm wrestle
>Cheerilee felt almost perfect
>but she cursed her short height
>both for limiting her strength to beneath the likes of Applejack, but also basic physics
>Cheerilee wanted Mac, but a few days ago, she spotted him changing from a swim at a lake
>the term ‘third leg’ came to mind
>and on a 7’10 man?
>and how she only came up to his hard ridged belly?
>she could never satisfy such a man, and that was that
>but she loved the way the exercise made her feel, so things were the same
>just the town’s teacher once more

>a shower, a sensible, muscle covering cardigan and a few hours later...
>”Alright, kids,” Cheerilee says as she writes ‘Show and Tell - My interesting family’, on the chalkboard, “today will be all about the hidden gems in our families.”
>she called them kids, but they were around sixteen, and she knew each like they were her own children with how long she’d been teaching them
>but it didn’t stop her yearning for her own, and with one man in particular
>she sighs, but smiles and addresses the class again
>”I won’t take up your time, and this may come as a shock, but my twin sister is a professional wrestler. She’s certainly quite a character and I could talk at length about her, but this isn’t about me; I want to learn something new about each of your families; near, far, recent or historic! Let’s go alphabetically; Applebloom?”
>the kid sister of Bic Mac stands, and Cheerilee can’t help but feel the jealousy
>once no bigger than her classmates
>now she possessed a fit, toned form on a lanky 6’4 frame that seemed to grow by the hour
>yet she was still nervous, despite being an amazon, as she fidgets and clears her throat a few times, then finally says, “t- today, I’m gonna talk about my great aunt Aubie-Jean!”
>the huge girl handed some photos to Cheerilee, who pinned them to the board as Applebloom spun her story; Bloom’s aunt cured an apple tree blight through careful pollination in a just few years
>Cheerilee took notes and enjoyed the story, as each picture was discussed
>but she soon stared at the woman in the pictures
>short, unremarkable, married a huge, strapping man; typical Apple family
>but as time went on, the distance seemed to narrow
>maybe the man had withered with age, but the more Cheerilee stared, the more it sank in
>she was growing taller

>”Miss Cheerilee?”
>the teacher blinked and realised Applebloom had finished her presentation
>Cheerilee collects herself. “Very good, Applebloom! Did anyone have any questions?”
>no hands raised, which gave her a chance to probe, “I have a question. This Aubie-Jean... I’m guessing she was in her teens when she married? I know young marriage was more common back then.”
>Applebloom shakes her head, sending her thick red hair flopping around, “nah, she was about twenty two when she got hitched.” They look at said wedding photo, where she’s chest high to the man
>”and how old was she by that final picture,” Cheerilee asks and points to one where Aubie’s almost as tall as her husband and standing in front of Canterlot castle
>they were receiving an award for her work from the massive Princess Celestia, who dwarfed both, but they were taller than everyone else
>”I think she was twenty six in that one.”
>”Oh, interesting! Well thank you, Applebloom, please take a seat, let’s see who’s next.”
>she may have blanked out, but she recalled the presentation well enough graded Applebloom with solid marks
>Cheer graded them all well, and paid enough attention to be fair and constructive to each student as each brought up war heroes, nurses and other people of note
>in the back of her mind, though, she couldn’t help but wonder...
>just what was in the water in the Apple family?

>Cheerilee finishes her weight training for the day and downs a disgusting concoction devised by Bulk Bicep
>then she proceeded to eat a dozen apples, each gone in just four massive bites
>earlier, when the show and tell was over, she probed about Applebloom’s diet, searching for something to clue her in to how big each family member was
>under the guise of the girl’s recent height growth and ensuring she was eating well to compensate, of course
>typical farm fare, and especially for a farm that was primarily an orchard
>apparently it’s common for all of the families tied to theirs, and almost all of them were tall and strong
>there was only one thing that narrowed them down
>all of them, even the family clusters who didn’t run orchards, they all grew a small copse of apple trees on the side
>so she intended to eat as many apples as she could stand in hopes that would do the trick
>but she only had a month before Hearts and Hooves day, and the store only sold so many apples at a time
>if she couldn’t buy what she needed from the store, she’d go to the source
>the next morning...
>”Nuthin’ goin’, Cheerilee, sorry,” Applejack says
>”I’ll pay you retail price!” Cheerilee begs, “no middle-man cut, all profit.”
>”Nuh-uh. See, we’ve got ourselves a buncha contracts and we’ve gotta stick to’em. It’s an Apple family guarantee.” Applejack sighs and stretches her 7’3 body, exposing her midriff
>she doesn’t quite have Cheerilee’s definition, but she’s still muscular and huge
>the teacher knows she would be stronger if the same height, which just makes her all the more jealous

>she soon gets distracted as she spots Big Mac
>he lifts two stacks of crates filled with farm supplies, arranged on thick chain straps on a metal beam over his shoulders
>she watches his arms bulge, his chest push out, as he lifts what must be an easy two ton load and lowers it on his broad shoulders
>then walks as easily as if they’re empty
>he even looks over and waves at Cheerilee with a little smile
>Cheerilee nearly swoons right there and sheepishly waves back
>”And besides... uh, Cheerilee? You still there, sugarcube?” Applejack snaps her fingers in front of Cheer’s face
>”Wha-oh, yes, sorry. I was just... a- as your were saying?”
>Applejack gives her a funny look, then shrugs and says, “with the amount of apples yer orderin’, I could slot ya on new contract when the fall harvest’s ready.”
>fall!? Hearts and hooves day was a month away, let alone half a year!
>”That’s okay, Applejack. Thank you for your time.”
>dejected, Cheerilee starts her jog back to town, staring at the orchard as she goes
>there’s a lot of apples, acres upon acres of land
>surely they wouldn’t miss a few if she spread the picking across the trees...
>a quick visit back to the school for a town map for the farm layout, a report from Applebloom on Sweet Apple Acres and where things are and some personal scouting later, she had her plan
>to gather apples across the orchard, spread as far as she could to stop anyone getting wise to her scheme
>and she was no thief; she prepared a collection of bits and would account for every apple and pay it as a donation, or sneak it to the Apple family somehow

>three weeks later...
>Cheerilee scowls at the small cushion of fat over her abs in the mirror
>if she was being honest, and not super critical, it was healthy feminine fat
>it also boosted her bust to an E cup and her ass, like the apples she was powering down, was juicy as all heck
>sure, people said apples are good for losing weight, fibre and such
>eating over thirty a day, along with her normal intake for her physique?
>not so much
>not that it mattered now
>a week from Hearts and Hooves day, and she had made some gains, but compared to the month after she started, it was nothing
>and she wasn’t even slightly taller
>Cheerilee sighs, puts on her track jacket, and heads to the gym
>she does her usual sets, and feels better after she realises she’s improved, however slightly
>and then she spots Big Mac, two women with him, laughing and walking with their arms around his waist
>both tall, fit and curvy
>Cheerilee growls and storms outside
>”...thanks, Maccy. We were just riding along and the whole axel just up and broke free!” said one girl
>”thank you so much for helping. You’re the best!” cooed the other
>the massive man eyes their wagon, then the horse to pull it munching on a flower bed nearby
>and Cheerilee strides right past them and snaps, “I got this!”

>”Now hold on-“ Mac says but stops as Cheerilee braces herself and dead lifts the heavy wood and iron vehicle with ease
>she then drags the thing over the dislodged axel and drops it on top and bolts it back on without even using a wrench thanks to her massive strength
>”There you go, girls! On your way now.”
>”oh... thanks,” the girls turn to Mac and begin giggling towards Mac
>so Cheerilee lifts both by the scruff of their shirts, hurls them inside the wagon and kicks the thing hurtling down the road at breakneck speed
>only for Big Mac to holler, “Mel! Chicory! I’ll be at the farm later!”
>he grabs the horse and picks the beast up to pursue
>Cheerilee’s heart freezes
>he knew those girls by name and seemed real familiar
>Big Mac scowls and turns. “Cheerilee, what’s wrong with... huh?”
>the teacher was gone, so he picks up the horse and goes to follow the carnage left behind the wagon
>Cheerilee wasn’t out for her run the next morning either
>Rainbow Dash knocks on the door and calls, “Cheerilee? You okay in there. It’s not like you to sleep in.”
>several more hammerings later, the teacher answers the door, still in her PJ’s and wet eyed
>”Sorry, Dash... I’m just not feeling it today.”
>Rainbow Dash was hardly the best agony aunt in the world
>but for a rival? And someone who impressed the star athlete as much as Cheer had?
>she had a big heart for those
>but more than that, Cheerilee was a friend
>”Wanna talk about it?”
>Cheerilee sniffled and stands aside to let the younger woman in

>Cheer explained everything, and as she’d learned to do, Dash listened
>although for matters of the heart, Dash still didn’t know what to advise
>but as someone who always tried to inspire 110% from herself and those around her? She had some ideas
>”you know I’m dating Soarin’, right?”
>Cheerilee scowls. “If you’re planning to rub it in, I’ll literally throw you out.”
>Dash chuckles, nervously; she knows that not only likely, but she doubts the door will be open first
>”I’ll get to the point; I’m dating him because we’re part of the Wonderbolts, sure, and I’ll always be thankful for that. But even if I never joined them or met Soarin’, I’d still be awesome!”
>Cheer’s scowl doesn’t shift
>”What I mean is; what you did to your body and health? That ridiculously hot buffness? That’s all you, and it should be just for you as well. Be honest with me; did it feel great when you were able to keep up with me for the first time on our sprint around town?”
>the teacher sighs, “yeah.”
>”and did it feel awesome when you threw out your old clothes because you went from 130lbs of soft woman into 140lbs of rock hard badass?”
>Cheerilee slowly smiles and giggles ”I-it was expensive to replace my wardrobe, but yeah!”
>”and did it feel awesome when you kicked my ass when we arm wrestled?”
>Cheer leaps to her feet. ”Heck yeah! I felt awesome!”
>”and do you want to use that goddess bod to pin me down and have your way with me!?”
>”Yeah!! Wait- what?”
>Dash blushes and clears her throat, “j-just throwing that out there. I mean, I’m dating but I’m sure so long as it’s not another guy, Soarin’ won’t mind.”
>Cheerilee’s scowl is back in full force and she clenched her hands, making her arms flex and swell
>”Heh. I’ll leave you to it.” Dash stands and dashes to leave
>”Rainbow Dash?”
>the younger athlete turns around, only to be squeezed into a hug
>”Thank you.”

>Cheer powered through her last supply of apples for breakfast, including one really weird one that was starting to shrivel yet was super hard
>with that, she dusted her hands of the whole Big Mac situation
>a record breaking sprint, a shower and, with newfound confidence, a tighter, figure hugging shirt later...
>Cheerilee teaches and attacks the day like a woman possessed
>Dash was absolutely right. She didn’t need to be defined by Big Mac
>she just had to be the best Cheerilee she could be
>although maybe she over did it on the apples; she felt bloated
>”Okay, class, who can tell me abou-“
>her stomach loudly gurgles for a second 
>”Miss Cheerilee? Are you alright?”
>Cheer’s stomach no longer felt bloated, although something felt off...
>she felt warm and everything felt a little tight
>”Thank you for the concern, Sweetie Belle. I just had a big breakfast, that’s all. Now, as I was about to ask, can anyone tell me what ‘hypertrophy’ mea-“
>she lifts her arm to write on the board, and the large bulge of her bicep burst into view, splitting her sleeve in two
>she blinks at the powerful swell and a shudder runs through her
>a few subtle “whoa’s” sound behind her
>she thinks quickly and says “copy pages 112 through 115, I’ll be back in a jiffy!”
>the floor seems to creep away, and she feels dizzy for a second as she stumbles to her break room
>and as she shuts the door, a button pops off her shirt and reveals her cleavage
>a whole bunch of cleavage
>but then she feels cool and normal, except for how tight her clothes have become

>Cheerilee locates a jacket to cover the damage
>but for now, she checks herself in a mirror and gasps
>the 140lbs powerhouse teacher looks closer to 150lbs, with not a single misspent pound
>her breasts are up to an F cup, her muscles are just a little bigger all over
>but most important of all?
>she’s taller!
>only two inches, but she’s taller!!
>but how?
>Cheerilee checks her maps and notes
>then remembers that one weird apple and tried to recall were she found it
>deep in the orchard, that’s for sure, and it looked like it was shrivelling from age
>she stops; it didn’t matter any more
>Big Mac had two supposed lady friends, and Cheer was happy with the way she was; the extra inches would be a little reward, and that would be that
>with a sigh, and a lot of fiddling with the jacket, she heads back into the classroom to finish the school day
>class resumes and, after reassuring her kindly students that she was alright, things settled down
>but after class, Cheer decides to wave Applebloom down
>”I was wondering if you would pass on my apologies to your brother. I interrupted a date or something, and made an idiot of myself.”
>”What? Date? Nah, they were our cousins! Melony and Chicory!”
>Cheer stares, pinches her brow and feels horrible about letting jealousy get the best of her
>”But sure, I’ll pass that on. Oh, dang; there was somethin’ else but I forget. Oh well, seeya later, Miss Cheerilee! Nice guns, by the way!”
>Bloom gives a little flex, her long but strong limbs swell a little, and Cheer can’t help but grin at the compliment

>it was time for Cheerilee to settle accounts, and that meant sneaking in to the farm one last time with a big bag of bits to cover the apples she stole
>well... took in advance
>it’s not stealing if you pay for it, right?
>but something kept nagging her; that strange apple, and whether it really was what made her grow
>she dropped off the bag, and an anonymous ‘sorry’ note in the main barn, plus a little extra
>then, following her last ‘heist’ path, she found herself at a dense copse of apple trees that weren’t planted as deliberately as the others
>they’re so close, the apple trees look downright spooky and twisted
>and they form a natural barrier that only has one small gap
>Cheerilee peers inside and gasps
>a large, ancient tree
>and from its branches hang five of those same weird apples
>she tries to squeeze through, but ends up having to use her fantastic strength to bend the trees apart to sneak inside
>”One apple gave me two inches. I won’t complain about another ten eating these...”
>the idea of being a 6ft, buff and sexy teacher didn’t sound half bad
>she bags them up and sneaks out
>and feeling guilty again, she puts even more bits in the sack
>”Last time,” she mutters to herself, heads home and gets some sleep

>it’s hearts and hooves day
>and all Cheerilee cares about is finding the best delivery system of these strange, hard apples
>she had to chop the last one with a knife into slim enough slices that it was like chewing ancient, ice cold taffy
>frankly, she didn’t want to break her teeth, so she elected to put them in a blender
>which promptly broke
>”How am I gonna...”
>she looks at her muscular arms and giggles
>”right, of course”
>she grips one between her hands beneath a dishcloth and over a bowl and squeezes
>for the first time since slowing her gains, she was actually staggered at how hard these things were fresh
>it cracked, split and shattered into a thousand pieces
>panting for breath, she repeated the process, and soon had a bowl full of hard apple shards
>soaking them in water, mashing them with a pestle, then her fist
>she finally had a coarse, cement-like pulp, which she finally ate with a spoon, not even bothering to chew, and just swallowed
>and just as she reached the bottom of the jar, a knock on her door...
>she half expected Rainbow Dash, but saw a distraught Applebloom instead
>”Miss Cheerilee! I’m such an idiot! I was supposed to give you this yesterday!”
>an envelope, which Cheerilee takes and opens
>”Please don’t tell’em I messed up...” the girl pleads
>a Hearts and Hooves day card, for a meet up in the town square, set for five minutes ago
>from Big Mac

>Cheerilee gathered a set of clothes that should be big enough for her soon to be new height into a bag and ran into town
>she was late already, let alone after getting the clothes, and entered the town square just as Big Mac was looking gloomy at being stood up
>the way his expression made a u-turn as Cheer skidded to a stop, barely out of breath from the full sprint
>and when he stood up, Cheer get weak at the knees
>the way he loomed over her like this? She might actually miss that
>”Listen, Big Mac, about the other day-“
>the giant smiled and waved her worries away.
>”It’s fine. No harm done. I was just wonderin’ if you’d... y’know, spend the day together?”
>Cheer’s heart throbbed
>but her stomach gurgled and the bloating started too; she needed more time to explain things, but she was against the clock
>”I’d love to! Ever since the whole potion fiasco a few years ago, I’ve always wondered if you still felt the same. Maybe wondered what if...”
>Mac smirks. “Eyup, but I was worried...”
>”That I didn’t feel that way?”
>he nods, and after a few seconds of bright blushes and fiddling fingers, they come together in a big hug
>”Of course I did! I’ve wanted this for ages!”
>Cheer drank in the feel of his hard, massive body, the tender warmth
>but her stomach roars again, harder
>Mac’s hand stroked her back, and he says, ”heck, Applebloom wasn’t jokin’. After how hard you punted Melony’s wagon, I did wonder. Did... uh, did you start working’ out for me? And you seem... taller?”

>Cheerilee chuckles. “I- it’s probably just posture. Besides, I figured a big, strong man would want a bigger, stronger woman. I didn’t think I could ever measure up, but... what do you think?”
>”You di’n’t need to do that for me, Cheerilee. I know I’m big and imposin’, but we coulda made it work.”
>Cheer smirks, tightens her grip, and lifts Big Mac off his feet with ease, and he gasps
>“Are you objecting?”
>she felt the answer before he said it; the bulge forming in his pants pressed against her body, but he says, “nope! Got a lotta strong girls in the family, and... well... you’re real purty... and real smart too.”
>she let him down as he finishes, going even redder in the face, “maybe this is sudden, but I’d love to... see more of each...um, and uh... and m- maybe d- date?”
>she went to answer, but it was drowned out by a roar from her stomach so loud it made the town square’s general chatter die
>it was happening; her clothes pinched in on her, and she had to get somewhere discrete before she ended up naked in front of everyone
>”Y- yes! I’d love that, but first I’ve got a surprise for you. Wait here and let me go get it.”
>she leapt up and planted a kiss on his lips, and sprinted away to the nearest private space; the school
>love struck, Mac sat on the bench again, with the biggest grin on his reddened face

>Cheer staggers as she enters the school
>her body stretches, swells and bulges as her stomach continues to rumble as it digests her strange apple breakfast
>she changes into her larger clothes, then looks at herself in the mirror
>at the towering amazon she always wanted to be
>she rubs her stomach in anticipation of it stopping as she hits 6ft
>any second...
>any time now, right?
>her clothes draw tight again
>and a heat builds inside her
>a heat that makes her sweat, and as her panties ride up and wedge themselves in her privates
>as if that was an invitation, she gasps as arousal cuts through her worry
>she’s barely coherent as her hands stroke her perfectly strong body and fingers dig deep inside her eager womanhood
>her mind swam with the image of Mac as he got dressed from his dip in the lake, the very image that made her feel inadequate
>and her needs just spiked as she fell backwards on the floor; she could take him, she wanted to ride that stallion of a man!
>the wooden boards broke as she impacted and climaxed
>yet the desire burned on
>and her rock hard belly continues to rumble as she outgrew even her larger clothes

>Big Mac was staring skyward, his heart hammering and everything felt great
>he had the love of a beautiful, smart woman like Cheerilee
>and despite saying she didn’t need to change for him, having someone who could snuggle with his peerless strength was more than a man could hope for
>”Ooh, someone’s on cloud nine,” a female voice says
>Rainbow Dash plants herself next to the massive farmer
>”So, did you pick Mel, Chicory or both??”
>that brought him down to earth as he huffs and frowns
>”those were my cousins, Dash. I don’t know what kinda rumours y’all think apply to the Apple family, but we ain’t inbred hicks.”
>Dash clears her throat and scratches her head, “sorry, my bad. I had a heart to heart with Cheer and she thought you were going out with them.”
>”She thought the same and apologised for it,” Mac says and smiles smugly, “now we’re plannin’ on datin’”
>Dash punches his arm; might as well have punched a tree. “Hey, good for you two! Guess she gave up on that whole growing bigger thing.”
>”What?”
>”Oh, she thought eating a bunch of apples would make her taller to be a better match for you. Sounded like bunk to me.”
>Mac did wonder if Cheer seemed taller but thought he was mistaken
>he knew the secret to the family strength; an ancient old magic syrup made from special apples, dripped into food to make them big and strong
>but they had to be treated carefully; raw and fresh, they were too potent
>and Granny Smith said some had gone missing
>it all came together in his head
>”Cheerilee!”

>bathed in sweat, Cheer’s eyes rolled back as she came for... however many times it was now
>she felt her legs press against the wall, and with a single push, her thick, luscious limbs crushed it like flimsy cardboard
>she giggled as her breasts swell in her hands, and another swell of muscle rocks through her
>but her mind finally clears
>and realises she’s still growing, and as she tries to sit up, her head hits the ceiling and her legs have crushed her break room
>”What the heck? Oh, sweet Celestia! Oh no!”
>she tried to compact herself down as her body crushed school desks, the foundation of the building shook and cracked
>outside, after following the trail of witnesses who saw Cheerilee run by, Dash and Big Mac arrive at the school
>and as Mac reaches for the door, he pauses and looks confused
>it was bulging, creaking and cracking
>then a tanned foot as long as Dash was tall thrust out
>they retreated as another leg burst through the wall
>and as they turn around, the ceiling bulges as well
>then gives way to long, thick, pink, two-toned hair
>and massive grey-green eyes
>all on a sheepish, blushing face as the whole structure collapses
>and exposes 60ft of goddess level strength woman, the perfect balance between womanly and muscular
>complete with absolutely perfect G cups hanging over the deepest, hard ridged abs
>Cheer’s voice echoes as she stammers, “I- I know you said I didn’t need to change, but.. s-surprise!”

>one week later...
>”It’s no good, Cheerilee, you’ll need to return to normal for a day before the shrink spell will work again.”
>the teacher sighs as Twilight closes her book, then strokes the 12ft woman’s hand
>”Don’t worry, Cheer!” Dash says, summons her wings and flies up to sit on an adjacent bookcase so she’s eye level with the kneeling giantess, “I’m sure Mac’s up to the challenge. I know I am, keeping up with you on the morning runs.”
>Cheerilee blushes; he certainly was up to the challenge. Their first time making love involved him using his whole upper body inside her to bring her to climax
>since Twilight researched the shrinking spell, Mac was ecstatic; at her ‘small’ size, he could finally bury himself to the hilt in a loving partner and use his massive strength without worrying about hurting her and he was so big down there, it felt natural
>an ability he gleefully took advantage of; after years apart from the love potion, they were making up for lost time
>”It’s not that, I just keep worrying I’ll break something, or someone, while I’m at full size.”
>”All the more reason to practice.” Twilight casts a spell on the castle doors and they open, then the opening stretches wider to let her through
>Cheerilee leaves, and with another cast, she feels herself swell larger as she returns to her 60ft height and the ground rumbles at her massive weight
>”Right,” Cheer says, “well, if I’m this big, I could help plough the fields with my fingers to help at the farm.”
>”A happy coincidence, then! Come by tomorrow, and I’ll shrink you again.”
>part time farmer, full time teacher (once they finished rebuilding the school to accomidate her new size), all time varying size giantess, Cheerilee couldn’t say she felt perfect
>and as they reached the farm, and saw Big Mac wave and smile at her, she knew she was to one man, and that’s what mattered
The End