>she awoke alone in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room
>a hospital room?
>it was a little blurry, and her glasses were nowhere to be found
>nothing here was hers from what she could tell
>just a few ‘get well soon’ cards, but she couldn’t read the messages thanks to her vision
>she couldn’t remember much, just jumbled moments, mixed faces, words and places, though they were slowly becoming cohesive
>but the confusion was giving way to panic
>the only reason she didn’t immediately scream was it felt like she hadn’t moved in years, and her throat was so raw and scratchy that the thought of even whispering might make her throw up
>she had something stuck in her throat, and panicked again as she tugged out a tube sticking down her nose
>she coughed in a spasm and tried to sit up, only for a beep to chime and a door to open
>”S- Silvie?”
>that voice… it was beautiful, made her heart skip a beat
>it also enraged her at the same time, like she’d been bottling something up to shout at them
>she turned her head, only to see a woman from the back as she screamed out of the room, “nurse! Doctor! She’s awake!”
>and when the woman turned, and her face cemented a thousand little details
>Diamond Tiara, her best friend
>maybe… something else was lurking in ‘Silvie’s’ psyche, but it wasn’t fully formed
>Diamond Tiara, though the nickname DT stuck in Silvie’s head, practically dived on the bed-ridden young woman, smothering Silvie in a hug as she began crying
>there were words, but Diana couldn’t get them out between the sobs
>only for a doctor to come in and say, “Ms. Tiara, please control yourself!”
>a nurse entered and pried Diamond Tiara off of her as the doctor looked closely into the dazed patient’s eyes, 
>”Ms. Spoon? Silver Spoon, how do you feel? Can you hear me alright?” He then shone a small flashlight into them while gently holding Silver Spoon’s face still
>Silver Spoon gulped and rasped, “I think so… can I have some water?”
>the doctor smiled. “Of course you can, young lady. Nurse?” He turned to a second woman and said, “could you see about letting Princess Twilight know as soon as possible, please?”
>the doctor then took a pitcher of water, filled a cup and handed held it in front of Silver as the nurse left
>the young woman took it in a shaky hand, then slowly drank it
>she never remembered water tasting so delicious
>Diamond Tiara slowly approached and said, between sobs, “is she alright?”
>the doctor gave her a reassuring smile and said, “it’s looking promising. I just need to run some tests, but I would like you to compose yourself, then if you could engage with Ms. Spoon in conversation to see what she remembers, that would be of great help.”
>”I am composed!” Diamond huffed and sniffled. “Just who do you think you’re talking to!?”

>a violent flare triggered in Silver Spoon’s head
>she wanted to slap Diamond Tiara at that moment, or tell her to stop being a bitch, but instead she just said, “DT, stop it! He’s trying to help.”
>the simple words obviously hit Diamond hard, as she dropped that frustrating self righteous attitude, looked ashamed and suddenly said, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I apologise, Doctor Greymare.”
>the doctor ran his tests and scans for a few hours, and even gave Silver Spoon a simple bowl of oatmeal to get her back on solid food
>and despite the earlier frustration, Silver felt more at ease as Diamond sat down next to her bed, and held Silver’s hand through most of it when possible
>but she kept looking worried about something?
>She finally asked, “do you remember the accident at all?
>Silver Spoon tried to remember the most recent memories before waking up and stared out the window
>blue skies
>golden, sandy beaches
>gentle waves
>the sensation of falling, flailing her arms to catch herself
>she saw the large rock before she hit it
>then nothing
>in the now again, she noticed melting snow on the trees
>she asked, “I remember a beach. I guess it’s was summer, but how long have I been unconscious?”
>”It’s been three and a half years.” Diamond Tiara stroked Silver Spoon’s hand
>Silver struggled to process that
>she looked down at herself and her skinny, short and frail form; she had to be five foot nothing and likely weighed less than a hundred pounds
>she looked like a child
>yet she looked at Tiara’s leggy, full figured 5’8 majesty, and she looked easily eighteen
>”I- I see. What happened to me, exactly? I hit my head, right?” Silver said
>Dr. Greymare said, “yes, but we weren’t sure of the extent of your cranial trauma when you first arrived. Thankfully Princess Twilight used a spell that prevented the bleed on your brain from advancing, but also arrested your physical development. She’s was quite certain that you would catch up once she ended the spell, so we discussed it with your parents and agreed to keep you like you at your current ago so you could decide to grow up when you’re ready. I’m sure she will explain everything when she arri-”
>with a flash of magic, the 6’5 curvaceous princess of friendship appeared
>she gave Silver a big smile and said, “it’s good to see you awake, Silver Spoon! How are you feeling?”
>the pile of constant information kept stacking. All Silver could say was, ”confused. It’s a lot to take in.”
>”That’s to be expected. We were all on holiday. It was you two, Twist, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, with me and Filthy Rich keeping an eye on things. There was,” Twilight paused and looked at Diamond Tiara, then continued, “an incident.”
>Silver looked at Diamond Tiara, whose expression went from panicked to ashamed as she looked away

>Twilight continued, “you hit your head on a rock and you wouldn’t wake up, so I teleported us here. I’m no doctor or neurologist, but I remember it looked bad, so I shrouded you in a spell that stopped your symptoms getting worse and Dr. Greymare took care of the rest.” 
>”It was good thinking. It stopped the bleed and pressure on the brain from getting critical, so we operated without any complications and, while the coma persisted, I had high hopes you would make a full recovery, which I’m happy to say you have. Barring the late puberty development, I pronounce you fit to return home under observation, which Diamond Tiara already agreed to cover.”
>Twilight nodded. “In that case I should revoke the physical arresting spell so you can finally grow up. Um, if you’re ready?”
>Silver looked hopefully at Dr. Greymare, who smiled and said, “you’re clear from a medical standpoint, and if Princess Twilight feels you’re ready, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.”
>The princess said, “if anything, reactivating Silver Spoon’s puberty will greatly boost her recovery. All you need to decide is has quickly you want to grow up.”
>Silver said, “as quickly as possible please, Twilight. I feel like I’ve wasted too long already.”
>”Alright, let’s see…” Twilight placed a hand on Silver’s forehead and her horn glowed brightly. “The change will still take a little while. Probably around two days, so you’ll be having to adjust a lot while you grow into yourself. It will be a bit disorientating, you’ll constantly be hungry, and try to stay active. You might also have a slightly energetic growth spurt to begin with.”
>Silver felt a shiver run all over her body, like her blood hadn’t been pumping but now it was racing through her
>she giggled as it seemed to tickle her all over, but soon felt normal
>”Try standing up,” Dr. Greymare said. “Ms. Tiara, maybe you could help?”
>Diamond Tiara nodded and held Silver’s hand as the frail looking girl swung her legs off the bed
>it was such a strange feeling
>and awkward, as the reality of how heavy she felt sunk in as her feet touched the smooth, wood floor
>”Easy, now. Lean into me, Silvie.”
>as she did, strange emotions ran through Silver Spoon
>but before she could sort them, she felt another shiver
>looking down at her hospital gown-clad body, nothing stood out
>then her flat chest suddenly pushed against the gown
>Twilight exclaimed, “ah, there’s the initial growth spurt! Right on cue!”

>Silver Spoon gasped as her chest finished swelling
>she actually had boobs!
>they were small, but still!
>then she felt lighter, stronger, and watched as her bony legs swelled with a layer of healthy fat, then again as her thighs flexed and calves thickened with a little muscle underneath
>her feet subtly stretched longer and wider as she recovered her balance on Diamond Tiara, even while Silver’s arms grew longer and stronger too
>she noticed her gown was drawing tight as more female weight bulked her tiny form up 
>her waist went from stick thin to having a more natural curve
>Silver Spoon’s hips pushed out, pulling the gown up above her knees, then up to her thighs as her flat butt rounded out
>her ribs became less pronounced too
>her vision even swam as her head grew a little too
>a far healthier, 5’2 Silver Spoon let go of Diamond Tiara, and stood on her own
>”See?” Twilight clapped. “You look better already!”
 >another shiver ran up her spine
>and her whole body stretched bigger and taller in another rapid spurt
>the gown reached its limit around her chest, and as another inch of bust swelled in, the seams on the collar popped and split exposing her pale skin on the middle of her chest
>then, with a panicked squeal, her whole body pushed larger all over, drawing the gown up her thighs and bursting seams up the sides of the gown as Silver Spoon wrapped her arms around herself to stop the flinsy garment from falling off
>and just before anything got fully exposed, she finally stopped growing
>almost as tall as her friend, Diamond Tiara, at 5’6
>everyone was silent for a time
>an amazed Dr. Greymare said, “W- was that what you expected, Princess Twilight?”
>the purple haired woman blinked, cleared her throat and said, “not exactly. I was expecting an inch or two, not six. I guess maybe Silver Spoon was set up to be a late bloomer?”

an hour later
>Silver Spoon smiled at herself in the mirror
>she felt great, and she looked great
>she was wearing her glasses at last and her long grey hair was tied in a her favourite braid, and now dressed in some of Diamond Tiara’s spare clothes, since she would spend a couple of days a week checking up on her and the rest with Silver Spoon’s parents who were due back tomorrow
>a pretty buttoned shirt with jeans and simple, practical canvas shoes
>they were a little loose, but that didn’t matter
>she felt like herself again, and looked like a healthy teenager
>Silvie stepped outside and DT smiled at her through teary eyes
>”You look good, great even!”
>DT held both hands high
>before Silver Spoon could even think, she did the same by instinct
>and they clapped a double high five
>”Bump.”
>then the same down low
>”Bump!”
>then bumped elbows and finally hips, 
“sugar lump rump!”
>they both went bright red, but giggled like schoolgirls
>”Oh my gosh!” Diamond Tiara wiped away the lingering tears. “We haven’t done that since school!”
>”I guess we grew out of it, huh?” Silvie kept catching old details as her mind slowly came back together. “It makes me miss school and Ms. Cheerilee. I remember you running for editor of the school newspaper…”
>then a less pleasant memory; a purple haired little airblood tomboy with tears in her eyes
>with both Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara being the cause, mocking her inability to fly
>it stacked up with a number of cruel, childish insults and incidents about two other girls who had been struggling to find their purpose in life
>she felt awful
>”How are the crusaders?” Silvie asked
>”Uh…” Diamond Tiara did a double take, but said nothing
>Silver Spoon frowned and said, “you’re still friends with them, right?”
>”S- sure! We just grew apart these last few years.”
>”Then we should go see them. I-”
>Silver Spoon’s stomach rumbled loudly
>”Sounds more like we need to see about getting some lunch. Didn’t Twilight even say you let going to have an appetite?”
>Silvie couldn’t argue with that, and the pair soon found their way to Cafe Hay

>a fancy, overpriced salad for Diamond Tiara
>and a sharing platter of thick sandwiches just for Silver Spoon
>plus breadsticks and dips
>and a sundae
>a sharing one, but DT didn’t have any
>”Making up for lost time, Silvie?” Diamond said, in hushed awe
>”I can’t help it. I’m a growing girl, after all!”
>Silvie was amazed at how much she ate, yet if she was being honest, she could have gone for more
>every time she thought she was hitting her limit, after a few seconds, there was room for more
>”So once you’re all grown up and seen your parents, I was wondering if you would move in with me? Daddy bought me this amazing apartment in Canterlot *and* he put me in charge of one of the best fashion magazines on Equestria. I could get you an editor position!”
>”One step at a time, DT, but that sounds great, at least until I settle back in and consider my options. For now, I still want to see Apple Bloom and the others.”
>”Of course…” DT gave a nervous laugh and paid for the bill
>as the pair stood up, they both stared at each other
>they were now eye level
>though Silver lacked the curves to fill out the borrowed clothes, they felt a bit more comfortable
>”You weren’t wrong about being a growing girl, that’s for sure.”
>Silver Spoon couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous; Diamond Tiara was tall for a girl
>and if Silvie still had a day or two of growing, just how tall would she end up?
>on the other hand, being very tall might be a nice
>and being an earth girl, not unheard of
>with meant her current clothes might not last long
>”How about we head to Carousel Boutique first? Maybe Sweetie Belle is there and, if not, I can get some of my own clothes. Make a few sizes up, just in case.”
>”Whatever you want, Silvie. I might put in an order for a custom dress to celebrate.”
>the boutique was only a short walk
>more townsfolk greeted Silver Spoon and asked how she was, and how it was great to see her again
>the good vibes felt almost out of place, like she wasn’t used to it
>or deserving of it…
>like all she craved was the approval of Diamond Tiara, but she had grown out of that and actually wanted something else
>before she could finish her thoughts, they entered the boutique with the light chime of the door bell
>Rarity rounded a screen while still writing something on a clipboard before the 5’9 beauty she looked up and over her own glasses
>”Good afternoon, Diamond Tiara, and,” Rarity paused and looked at Silver Spoon, smiled and continued, “Silver Spoon!? Darling! It’s positively delightful to see you up and about again! After that beach trip, Sweetie Belle was absolutely beside herself with grief. She barely talked to anyone for weeks. You must have been such close friends and she’ll be thrilled to see you again! But I digress, what ever can I do for the two of you?”

>Silver Spoon explained the situation
>Diamond Tiara was largely quiet and looked on edge while Rarity listened with rapt attention
>”I’m so happy to hear you’re on the mend, and I’m even happier you have the opportunity to explore a whole new you, with a whole new wardrobe. Now, there’s no sense in giving you a selection of clothes until you finish blossoming, my dear, but of course, fabulousness need not be beyond reach as you do! I have just the ensemble that will match your pretty purple eyes and luscious grey hair perfectly!”
>Rarity dashed off and returned with a few outfits
>”Let me just get some measurements, but I have a few articles I can loan you to wear as you develop. And to celebrate your recovery, and once you’ve finished growing, consider your first, full sized outfit a gift.”
>Silver Spoon’s throat tightened as she said, “that so sweet of you! Thank you, Ms. Rarity.”
>”You’re an adult now… well, soon, I suppose,” Rarity tittered. “No need for formalities, just Rarity will suffice. And you’re most certainly welcome.”
>”I’m willing to pay,” Diamond Tiara said and took out her purse. “We don’t need charity. And I want a dress made as well.”
>Rarity cocked a well trimmed eyebrow, “I insist on Silver Spoon’s gift, but of course, your bits are welcome for *your* order. Now, measurements…”
>Rarity magically pulled a tape measure to her hand, gently posed Silvie, and began taking her notes
>”You have a lovely slender frame, darling. Have you considered modelling? I have a few friends who would simply *die* for a young lady of your delicate propor-“
>Silver gasped as she felt a shiver run through her
>”Oh, did I say something wrong?”
>dizziness sent Silvie into a stumble towards a desk as she felt her body twitch and the clothes draw tight

>she looked down, and watched with shock as her petite chest swelled
>she could feel their weight as they went from palmable to a modest handful
>the ground pushed away as her legs grew longer
>her jeans drew tight in her thighs as they thickened too, flexing and straining against the sturdy seams
>she yelped as her butt tingled and bulged, growing thick and womanly
>the buttoned shirt, now we’ll fitted from her expanded bust, also pressed against her body as her whole torso filled out
>with one panicked breath, the buttons stressed apart, and with another, the topmost button popped free
>the sleeve split up the arm as, with a grunt and a stumble, Silvie had to catch herself from falling
>a small bicep aggravated the split, and the shoulder popped open
>her simple, dainty shoes pressed painfully as her feet stretched and swelled, and with a loud snap, her toes burst through the fronts
>her glasses pinched her nose as her head shifted, then sprung free and clattered on the desk
>the alien feeling of her body growing hit a climactic surge and finally won against her balance , and she fell to the floor
>a series of rips and snaps sounded as she finally felt the growth abate
>”Oh my! Are you alright, darling?”
>Silver Spoon took Rarity’s hand and stood
>up, and over Rarity
>”Oh Celestia, Silvie…” Diamond Tiara gasped
>as Silver Spoon fought off the tears and looked down at her body
>all six feet and three inches of full, unashamedly late teen glory…

>”Oh, there there, it’s alright. Tall girls are all the rage these days, especially when it comes to earth girls.”
>a still terrified Silver Spoon sniffled and sipped some tea with Diamond Tiara while Rarity finished a few outfits
>the shop had a few garments sized for Applejack, sets Rarity made on a whim during quiet days, but while Silvie was a fine figure of budding womanhood, the farm girl was famously buff and the clothes would at least give her some growing room
>now she was making larger clothes for when Silver Spoon inevitably grew bigger, a reality that none of them could deny
>all three agreed that they weren’t to Silver Spoon’s style, but as temporary measures, they would suffice
>so Rarity continued hemming in outfits for larger men in for a slimmer form
>for now, Silvie was wearing a blanket over her body like a toga
>”There we are!” Rarity magically lifted several outfits, folded them neatly and placed them in the biggest boutique paper bag she had. “Dare I hope that the largest size won’t be necessary, considering it’s designed Big Mac’s height and broad chest, but fortune favours the prepared! You should be able to pull off the ‘on the farm, just off the catwalk’ shabby-chic style quite well. It’s only just fallen out of favour recently, after all! And no matter how big you grow, I shall honour my promise to make you dazzle, darling!”
>Silver a spoon hugged the fashionista and took the bag. ”This means the world to me, Rarity! Thank you so much!”
>Rarity leaves the pair to continue with her work, and Silver changes into the Applejack-inspired clothes, a flannel shirt and a rugged, denim skirt, both with some fancier frills and accessories
>her glasses didn’t really fit any more, but she kept them tucked in her collar if she needed to read
>Silver Spoon looked at herself in a mirror
>it’s really not *her*, but the roomy clothes do a lot to calm her down after the spurt, and realise that she’s not alone in this growing up situation
>and, she couldn’t deny it; she looked good before, but she ruled the extra inches
>Diamond Tiara giggled. “That’s some outfit, alright. You look like the help. I just hope Rarity does a better job with my dress and that she hasn’t lost her touch; I don’t know if I can pull off dumb yokel.”
>Silver spoon turned and stormed up to her snide friend. ”The heck is wrong with you!? You’ve always got to poke fun at people. And Rarity’s done nothing but help, and on short notice?”
>the fact Silvie stared down at her only amplified the surprise, then shame on DT’s face. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. It’s like I can’t help it, and these things just come out. It’s been like that ever since the accident…”

>Silver Spoon put her hand on DT’s shoulder. ”Maybe I’m misremembering, but I remember a girl who learned to use her influence to make things better for people. What happened to her? What happened to the girl that pushed to get the school playground improved?”
>Diamond Tiara couldn’t look her in the eye. ”She lost the only friend who understood her. That’s what happened.”
>they just remained in silence for a time
>Silvie let DT go and said, “I guess I’ve been so caught up in this as being the only person this has affected. Sorry.”
>”No, it’s not your fault, but… I’ve missed you, and the way you stood up to me, guided me and made me better. It feels like you’re my moral compass as much as my best friend. I’m just worried seeing the crusaders might make you hate me, because I meant it when I said we’d grown apart.” Diamond Tiara sighed. “Look, let’s just get on a train to Canterlot, set you up in my apartment and I’ll leave a message for your parents to come visit when they get back tomorrow. I don’t want to be in Ponyville anymore.”
>”I’ll never hate you, DT, I promise, but I feel like seeing our friends might help pull the rest of my memories together.”
>they left the boutique, and since Sweetie Belle hadn’t been there today, they went Sweet Apple Acres to find the more predictable Apple Bloom
Fifteen minutes down the dirt road…
>Diamond Tiara grumbled, ”ugh, I’m getting mud on my third favourite shoes!”
>Silvie rolled her eyes as they headed down the long path to the farmhouse
>the Apple family are in full swing with trimming the unproductive branches on their trees and repairing the fences
>Applejack saw Diamond Tiara first and a frowned, but put on a civil front as she walked to meet them
>she looked at Silver Spoon, but seemed confused, so she focused on DT
>”Howdy, ladies, what can we do fer ya?”
>it felt deeply weird; Silvie was the same height as someone she always saw as intimidatingly huge
>and AJ still was a little scary, being powerful, proud and no-nonsense, but Silvie kept trying to remind herself that, like Rarity, they were adults and peers now
>Diamond Tiara said, “we want to talk to Apple Bloom. Where is she?”
>Applejack scrunched up her face at the snippy attitude
>but Silver Spoon nudged her friend, then added, “if that’s alright, please. I just wanted to catch up. It’s been a while.”
>Applejack looked closer at Silvie. “Catch up? Ah don’t recognise- wait, Silver Spoon!? Holy smokes, yer awake! And… dang, girl, puberty’s hit you harder than Granny Smith’s secret apple-liquor reserve. Glad to see yer up and at’em! Nice duds, by the way, they suit ya!”
>Applejack playfully punched Silver Spoon on the arm
>it felt good in a weird, boorish way, the same with her friendly demeanour compared to her more cautious reactions to Diamond Tiara
>combined with Rarity’s hospitality, just what had-

>distant voices… 
>-”You’re supposed to be *mine*! *We* are supposed to be together!”-
>-”I’ll always be your friend, but you can’t keep me all to yourself…”-
>a sharp pain in the side of Silver Spoon’s head snapped her back, only she was in the farmhouse
>”Hey, easy now, Sugarcube! You alright? Y’all fainted fer a spell.”
>Silvie realised she was being held by the buff farm girl on an old, worn couch
>”Ya looked white as a sheet, but yer colours comin’ back now.”
>that higher pitched drawl
>Apple Bloom!
>a full six feet tall and well muscled, well padded and curvy
>she was a very pretty young woman, who smiled warmly at Silver Spoon. “It’s great to see yer alright, Silvie.”
>Diamond Tiara ran in with a cup of water, and looked relieved as Silver Spoon came around
>”You scared me, Silvie. We should see the doctor, or Twilight. Being here’s obviously a bad idea.”
>Silver Spoon sat up and Applejack let her settle, and the grey haired girl said, ”not without talking to Apple Bloom. Can we have a minute, please?”
>”Sure thing. I’ve gotta get back to my chores anyhow. Just holler if y’all need somethin’.”
>Applejack headed off
>Apple Bloom sat next to Silver Spoon, and they hugged
>Diamond Tiara sat on the other side and put an arm around Silvie’s shoulder, ever so slightly pulling
>Silver Spoon said, ”I’d love to catch up with everything that I’ve missed, but maybe another day, right now I want to make sure *we* are alright. My memories aren’t great, but I remember we were friends.”
>Apple Bloom’s eyes glanced to DT, then she ran her hands through her thick, red hair and said, “sure was! The two of ya quit bein’ mean and we were happy to play together. We even began meetin’ outside of school, went to one another’s birthdays n’such. Then we went on that beach trip where ya bumped yer head…”
>Silvie pouted and tried to slot the details into her mismatched memories. ”So… was I the glue that kept you girls and DT together or something or what?”
>Diamond Tiara’s arm tightened around Silvie’s shoulder
>Apple Bloom tapped her chin and thought for a second. ”Kinda… all I remember is both y’all headed off with Sweetie Belle, and then she came back all upset, then DT screamed fer help ‘cause you’d hit yer head.”
>Diamond Tiara cleared her throat. “just like we already covered. A bad accident. And we just drifted apart,” she stared at Apple Bloom and said, with a subtle growl, “right?”

>Apple Bloom bit her lip, then sighed and said, unconvincingly, “yep. I guess…”
>Silver Spoon looked out the window. ”Seems like if I’m going to find out what happened, I’ll need to find Sweetie Belle. Rarity wasn’t sure where she was, though. Unless you happen to know anything,” she glared at a nervous Diamond Tiara and hissed, “because it would be awful if you were hiding something from me, DT.”
>sweat beaded on the rich girl’s brow and she avoided Silvie’s glare
>Apple Bloom cleared her throat. ”D’ya wanna stay for dinner? I’d love to catch up with y’all.”
>”We should really be going,” Silver Spoon said, “but I’ll put a rain check on that, I’d love to spend some time together with you, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle all together, and soon.”
>Silvie stood, only for a strong tingle to run through her
>”Oh no! Not again!”
>once more, her whole body shifted and made her dizzy
>”Yer lookin’ a mite green there, Silvie, sit down a spell. W- wait, yer gettin’ bigger!?”
>Silver Spoon sat and stretched her legs as they extended out her once knee length skirt exposing her ever-longer legs
>she managed to kick off her boots before they grew too tight, letting her feet flex and grow uninhibited
>otherwise her roomier clothes made it far easier to endure as she filled out even more, as they went from loose to well fitted, to snug
>her breasts bulged and began to sink lower from their weight, becoming heavy enough that she could tell they were going to start throwing off her balance
>and her ass widened, as well as her hips creaking and stretching out, taking up more of the seat
>her hair even snaked longer, going from mid-back to just above her womanly hips
>most shocking was how, even sitting, she was rising towards a shocked Apple Bloom at an alarming rate, let alone how short Diamond Tiara looked beside her
>the couch groaned under her burgeoning weight as her flannel shirt’s buttons began pulling apart
>her skirt rose to mid thigh, and her muscles tensed, yet when they relaxed, they still had the shapeliness from the bulge
>likewise, her flat belly became exposed and developed a groove line down the middle as her abdomen toned up
>with a final surge, several inches of cleavage sprung out as her hand-filling tits burst the two topmost buttons, the snap and clatter of brass on wood ringing out the end of her growth spurt

>Silver Spoon had to know how big she had grown
>morbid curiosity demanded it, even over wishing she could just ignore what was happening to her
>so as Apple Bloom took a cautious step back, Silver Spoon stood
>just how long it took to stand, and her new proportions, threw her off as she staggered, her heavy footfalls reverberating through the old, wooden house
>and she threw out her arm to support herself on a wall, only to punch straight through it
>it pulled her sleeve up and scratched her, making her wince
>but also exposed a firm bicep
>nothing huge, but considering she just punched through a wall…
>”Damn it! I’m sorry! 
>”It’s alright, Silvie! Ah can fix that. More important, are *you* alright? Lemme help ya.”
>Apple Bloom pulled the out splinters from her arm and broken wood away from the hole, releasing Silver Spoon from the wall
>the ever-growing girl turned, fully upright and looked down at Apple Bloom
>who only came up to her shoulder
>”You’ve gotta be seven feet tall… aw, heck, sorry fer gawpin’. I’m gonna get the first aid kit!”
>as the girl left and her footfalls faded, a long silence set in as DT and Silvie stared at each other, and at the huge girl’s very womanly form
>then Silver Spoon’s stomach rumbled loudly, long and deep
>Diamond Tiara walked over, only as high as Silvie’s impressive bust, and she said, “we need to see Twilight. Right now.”
>another stomach rumble as Apple Bloom brought in the kit, gently pulled the stunned amazon back to the couch, sat her down and began cleaning and dressing the cuts in her arm
>as the final bandage was snipped and tied, Silver Spoon smiled and said, “thanks, Bloomie.”
>”Yer welcome. Heck, it’s nice bein’ called that again.”
>yet one more gurgle, and this time Silver Spoon sank against the couch and felt drained
>”As much as I want to find Sweetie Belle,” she said, quietly, “I’m so hungry, I’m worried I’ll pass out if I stand up again. Would it be alright if we stayed for dinner?”
>”Absolutely! We’ve gotta use up the leftover winter stock anyhow, so it’s gonna be a feast! I’ll let Applejack know.”
>the sturdy farm girl ran off once more
>Diamond Tiara had the barest hint of an objection on her voice as she opened her mouth to speak, but as she looked at Silver Spoon, she but her lip and put a supporting hand on Silvie’s stronger arm
>”You really aren’t looking great, Silvie. Maybe seeing Twilight can wait a little while.”
And that’s another ‘episode’. 

>Diamond Tiara picked at her dinner
>either she wasn’t hungry or she was trying to distance herself from the ‘savagery’ on display
>the Apple family were demolishing their food
>and being the second biggest person at the table, and still growing, Silver Spoon started with good intentions, with small, measured spoonfuls, but that fell by the wayside as she shovelled it into her mouth
>she was now dressed in clothes more to Big Mac’s style, though pinched in to a female frame
>she was also on her fourth stacked bowl of thick, hearty vegetable stew and fresh bread, outpacing the third bowls Applejack and Big Mac were slowly finishing, while she showed no signs of slowing,
>though she did stop to gulp back some apple cider, then burped, which made her turn bright red and say, “excuse me.”
>Applejack chuckled. “Yer excused, yer ladyship! Allow me to retort!” Applejack grinned and loosed a bigger belch of her own. “Hooo-wie!! Ain’t no reason holdin’ back now! It’s just a sign you’ve enjoyed yer grub!”
>a chorus of burps from Big Mac, Apple Bloom and even Granny Smith sounded off
>Apple Bloom and said, ”your turn, DT!”
>if looks could kill, Diamond Tiara’s was being projected with enough force it would class as genocide
>”Some of us have a thing called decorum, or etiquette.”
>”I know plenty about et-eek-et, little lady,” Applejack wiped her mouth with a napkin, “and I’m darn sure it’s closer to ‘act like a local and be nice’ than bein’ all frou-frou all the dang time. That’s always been yer problem, missy; you’ve gotta learn to relax and stop judgin’ folk so yer not judged back. Take Silver Spoon fer example!”
>Silver Spoon blinked and looked up at Applejack with a mouthful of stew-soaked bread. She pointed to herself with a confused expression
>Applejack nodded. “Darn tootin’! Ah used to think you were both too hoity-toity to be hangin’ around with Apple Bloom, but as you built yer friendship bridges and got to see each other more, ah could always see Silvie here enjoyin’ herself and bein’ real genuine-like, playin’ games, gettin’ scraped knees and such. What’s that fancy term fer folk that blend in anywhere?”
>Apple Bloom offered, muffled from a full mouth, ”a social butterfly?”
>”That’s the ticket. Bein’ friends is give and take, so yer bein’ yerself but takin’ in the local colour! So, Diamond Tiara, in this house we consider lettin’ loose after eatin’‘til we’re fit to burst good manners, so lemme hear ya sound off!”

>Granny Smith asked, ”is there somethin’ wrong with yer stew, youngin’?”
>”It’s fine,” then she muttered, under her breath, “it’s actually delicious,” then spoke up again, ”that’s not the problem!”
>Apple Bloom asked, “then what is?”
>Diamond Tiara maintained her scowl as Applejack continued to stare expectantly
>she then glanced at Silver Spoon, who gave DT a pleading look, and sighed
>she chugged down half a glass of her cider
>gripped the table
>and loosed the tiniest, most girly burp
>”There. Happy now?”
>Granny Smith smiled. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it, young lady!”
>Apple Bloom said, “so as we were sayin’, Sweetie Belle should be at the theatre fer her singin’ practice. That always goes on late. You should listen in sometime, she’s gonna be a great singer!” She looked Silver Spoon up and down, clearly amazed, and added, “ah hope ya don’t mind me askin’, but this whole ‘Twilight magical stoppin’ yer growth and now yer growin’ like a weed’ thing? When’re your supposed to stop?”
>Silver Spoon finished scraping her bowl clean, sat back, rubbed her stomach with a contented sigh, and said, “from what she said, a little over a day from now, but I don’t know how much bigger I’ll get. It was supposed to be slow growth after the first spurt, but instead i keep getting these surges. Part of me is scared at what’s happening, but there’s a tiny part that’s enjoying it.”
>Applejack started collecting everyone’s bowls to clean up. ”Well, now that ya don’t look like yer gonna keel over, it’d probably be a good idea to see Twilight just t’play it safe. It’s already dark out, mind, so be careful. We’d be glad to give ya a place to sleep,” she glanced at Diamond Tiara and added, “if it ain’t too rustic for y’all.”
>”I’d still rather see if I can stop getting any bigger, but thank you for the hospitality, Applejack, everyone.” She half-bowed
>”Any time, Silvie. And by the way? Big earth girl like you, if you ever need a job that’ll let you put that new brawn to use, I’ll gladly pay ya to give us a hand.”
>”Thanks, but no thanks,” DT interjected, “I’ve already offered her a job at my magazine. Now, we’re leaving.”
>she didn’t wait as she stood and walked out, and Silver Spoon awkwardly stood, said, “I don’t know if I’d be any good at farm work, but thank you all the same. And thanks again.”
>”Good night, and take care out there, Sugarcube.”
>Silver Spoon left to catch up to Diamond Tiara

>Diamond Tiara hadn’t stopped or waited, but thanks to her ever-longer legs, Silvie caught up quickly
>”Now that you’ve made a spectacle of yourself, maybe we can finally see Twilight and stop you before you’re too big to fit on the train.”
>Silver Spoon stopped again
>”That’s what you’re worried about? Me not fitting in the train? What, am I your carry-on luggage now?”
>DT turned around and let out a frustrated sigh. “You know that’s not what I meant, Silvie. Obviously I’m worried about what growing so big will do to you, but I still say nothing good can come of staying in Ponyville any longer than we need to.”
>both resumed the walk back to town
>”And why’s that? I’m tired of being strung along. What upset Sweetie Belle on that beach trip?”
>just silence in response
>Silver Spoon growled and grabbed Diamond Tiara by the shoulders, squared her up and bent over so they were face to face
>”What happened!”
>DT bit her lip and kept looking away
>Silvie shook the smaller girl and shouted, “damn it, tell me!”
>”You’re hurting me!”
>Silver Spoon gasped and released her. “I’m sorry! I- I didn’t mean to…”
>Diamond Tiara’s expression went from pain, to fear, to rage
>”Fine, you want to know!? She confessed she had feelings for you, and you turned her down! That’s all! And I’m through helping you!”
>angry as she was, Diamond Tiara couldn’t fend off the tears as she sprinted away towards town
>Silvie hesitated, wondering whether to give her space, but finally gave chase
>”Wait!” Silver Spoon saw her just enter town, and almost caught up, but another sharp pain shot through her head
>and a voice…
>-“I never imagined you’d be so nice! And it’s great having another lady in the group instead of more tomboys. Don’t get me wrong, I love Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, but… I’m starting to love you, too.”-
>then her own voice, unsure and eager for approval… -”like a friend?”-
>a beautiful, bubbly laugh, -“maybe… we’ll see.”-
>Silver Spoon snapped back to reality
>her heart hammered and she was… floating?
>a raspy, female voice… ”Damn, she’s heavy!”
>no, she was being carried by two people, arms under her armpits and another pair holding her legs
>she spun, putting her newfound strength and size to good use, and broke free
>she fell in a heap, stood and went to defend herself from the two much shorter figures

>”Whoa, easy there, big girl! We’re not gonna hurt you!”
>”Silver Spoon! It’s me,” said a strongly built, lithe girl as Silvie focused on them. Purple hair, tanned skin
>Silver Spoon sighed with relief. ”Scootaloo? I’m sorry, I didn’t realise.”
>the other woman mopped her brow and ran her fingers through rainbow coloured hair. “No biggie. Well, present company excluded,” Dash chuckled. “We we’re on our evening run and found you collapsed just outside of town, so we were going to take you to the hospital.”
>”I’m just glad you’re alright,” Scootaloo said, “and twice over. Both from the coma *and* what made you pass out. And damn, Silvie… you weren’t this big when I visited you a month ago! What happened?”
>”I need to see Twilight. She might know why I’m growing so big… let me explain on the way.”
>Silver Spoon told them everything from what she could remember, from her growth spurts to finding Sweetie Belle and even her recent falling out with Diamond Tiara
>”I don’t know why you still hang out with that girl,” Rainbow Dash shahid with a shrug, “as soon as she was able, she moved out of town like we weren’t good enough for her. Maybe it’s a sign? I never would have thought you’d get along with Scoots here either, but once you stopped hanging out with DT all the time, you really came out of your shell.”
>Scootaloo smiled, “yeah, you even tried out a bunch of sports with us, even if you admitted you weren’t the type and… I’ll be honest, you didn’t do well at any of them. But you tried and you had fun, and that’s what mattered. Even Diamond Tiara joined in; she’s a surprisingly good gymnast and a pretty good runner.”
>she looked over Silver Spoon’s body, realised she was staring, and blushed
>”You’d probably do a lot better now, though. Seriously, you look great!”
>”Wish I could make gains like that without trying,” Dash mused, then mumbled, “maybe a little height too…”
>Scootaloo giggled and nodded, also whispering, “I know, right?”
>Silver Spoon tutted. “It’s just my eyes that aren’t great, there’s nothing wrong with my ears. Even all the way up here, I can hear you just fine. Just let me know if you need me to talk louder. Or if I accidentally step on someone, despite their bright hair.”
>both athletes laughed. Silvie joined in too
>”See, that’s what I learned to like about you, big girl,” Dash said and slapped her on the back, “you’re humble, despite being a rich kid, and I always like someone who doesn’t mind, as they say in Trottingham, ‘the bants’.” She punctuated the term by air-quoting with her fingers and her blue wings

>Scootaloo stretched her arms and added, “yeah, we were all surprised how you kinda just got along with everyone all of a sudden. I mean, DT isn’t that bad a person, but she takes herself too seriously. Since your accident, she didn’t have you to mellow her out, I guess.”
>they reached Twilight’s palace
>”Will you be alright from here, Silvie?” Scootaloo said, “We’ve gotta make sure we’re conditioned for Winter Wrap-Up, but I can stick with you if you’re worried.”
>”Thanks, but I’ll be fine, I’ll talk to Twilight and hopefully stop growing, then see if I can find Sweetie Belle at the theatre. You girls go ahead!”
>Dash nodded. ”If you’re sure! Hopefully we can get together, bring you up to speed in more ways than one! All the changes you’ve gone through, you’re gonna want to put your body through its paces and see what you’re capable of.”
>Dash and Scootaloo went to run, but Silver Spoon said, “wait! If you see Diamond Tiara… can you tell her I’m sorry, and tell her where I’m going?”
>”Sure thing, Silvie.”
>they both waved and ran off, and Silver Spoon approached and knocked on the palace doors
>and after a minute of silence, knocked again
>”Just a second!”
>the patter of feet on marble floor
>and opened to a tall, thin, draconic, slit eyed young man, looking sleepy as he scratched his quill-like green hair
>”Uh, hello, Spike? Is Twilight here?”
>”She’s in the bath. We’re not really taking visitors right now, but I can take a message…”
>”It’s important. Tell her Silver Spoon-“
>a light tingle ran through her; she was about to grow again
>”I’m sorry, it’s an emergency!” Silvie said and pushed through
>”Hey, wait!” Spike said, in pursuit
>this was a half baked idea; Silver Spoon had barely ever been in here, let alone use the bathroom in this huge place
>”Twilight! I need your help!”
>she stumbled through the hall as the shiver hit its peak and leaned heavily against the wall
>Spike caught up, but watched in worry as Silver Spoon’s body stretched and bulged
>Twilight appeared, clad in a wet towel and peeved, but before she could even ask what was going on, she gasped and watched

>Big Mac’s large framed clothes soon constricted around her body
>her already large breasts strained and burst the rugged fabric down the front in a huge surge
>the modest biceps in her sleeves twitched painfully, creaked larger, better resembling Applejack’s brawn but on her ever taller frame
>and her once-more exposed belly developed grooves as her core grew stronger
>her ass burst out of her thickly, sturdy pants, and the tears ran down the thighs as massive curves sprouted free as if desperate to escape, the male fitted pants failing to keep up with her rounded female form
>her boots burst at the side, painfully constructing her feet
>Silver Spoon grunted as she struggled to keep a hand in place on the wall as everything shrunk around her, and the other tugging at her ever-tighter boots
>she yelped as the stone wall suddenly caved, and she fell through
>even stone, however thin, couldn’t stand up to her full weight and muscle, which piled on top of her
>mercifully, her feet burst free through the boots with a snap loud enough to drown out the tumbling wall fragments
>and, once again, the tingling stopped
>letting Silver Spoon pull herself free from the rubble, no worse for wear
>”Silver Spoon! Are you… oh, sweet Celestia.”
>a half naked Silver Spoon pulled chunks of stone out of her hair and stood, carefully this time
>and sighed as she had to stop and stoop a few inches short of the eight foot ceiling
>”Uh, Spike, sorry about this. Girl talk time!” She levitated the slack jawed assistant and sent him to his room.
>the princess sighed. ”I knew there might be repercussions for using that spell, I was hoping Dr. Greymare’s operation would stop it happening.”
>”Stop what from happening?” Silvie pleaded
>”We theorised the head trauma might cause a concentration of growth hormone as a developing teen, where the pausing of your growth just allowed it to keep building. Dr. Greymane even gave you hormone inhibitors and your levels flattened out to what they should be, but… even at my worst projections, I never foresaw this sort of extreme reaction!”
>”You have to help me! I can’t keep growing like this!”
>Twilight’s face said it before she spoke as she looked defeated
>”I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can stop it.”
>”Please!”
>Twilight gestured for Silver Spoon to follow
>and, with a glow of her horn, patched the broken wall up as she led them into the library
>”Take a seat, and I’ll go over the spell and see if there’s some caveats that could be used to help.”
>Silver Spoon eyed a bench warily, and sat on it
>which creaked and bowed, but thankfully held
>she honestly wondered if she could trust any chairs with her weight

>or live even a remotely normal life without being considered a monster
>Silvie felt the tears well up, only for Twilight to say, “you look beautiful, by the way. Regal, like Princess Celestia. You’re almost as tall as her.”
>she put a spell book down and the pages flipped through, and she read a section
>”Physical arrest… pauses all maladies and maledictions… oh, here! ‘Once the spell is concluded, a lasting quickening will take hold to bring the subject truly into the now, which can be adjusted once at conclusion’, which is what I used when you said you wanted to grow as quickly as possible. But it also says,  ‘halfway through this period, a further adjustment may be made to hasten and bring an end to the spell even sooner if the subject is experiencing undue distress, but it shall be amplified at the cost of duration.’”
>”Wait, does that mean…”
>”We can end it sooner, and for less maximum potential growth, likely one last spurt, but yes, it likely means the next one will be especially strong.”
>”Like ripping a dressing off a healed wound… but if I end up less huge overall than I will now, the let’s do it.”
>Twilight nodded and cast a spell
>Silver Spoon could feel the next spurt in her blood
>raw power, faint but swelling by the second
>”There. That’s all I can do for you besides give you something to cover yourself. Plenty of the rooms in my palace are big enough to house you if you want to stay here.”
>Twilight summoned a huge sheet, removed the rest of the wall dust and dirt from Silver Spoon and wrapped her in a makeshift toga
>”Thanks, Twilight, but I’ve got to see a couple of friends. It’s important.”
>”I understand. Is there anything else I can do?”
>she thought about what to do next
>obviously she had to see Sweetie Belle, but she was growing worried about where Diamond Tiara vanished off to
>one place stood out
>”When are the last trains to Canterlot?”
>Twilight looked at a wall clock, it was 8pm. “There’s hasn’t been one since six, so nine at night.”
>they were eating at Applejack’s at six, so that gave Silver Spoon an hour to find and talk to Sweetie Belle before she no doubt found Diamond Tiara at the station
>”Thanks. Now to get to the bottom of all this.”

>the theatre was the other side of town, but Silver Spoon made short work of the journey
>the late winter weather meant her torn clothes and toga were hardly warm
>but her growth had a serious fringe benefit; she was not only as strong as several oxen but she was fit as a full string orchestra
>so a brisk jog did wonders to keep her blood flowing, even if her feet were hurting when she turned up at the old theatre, and her immense strides meant she made a twenty minute walk in five minutes
>the sound of music inside was almost haunting, considering the gravity Silver Spoon felt about this meeting
>she took a deep breath, grabbed the handle of the door, and pulled
>only to tear the handle, and a good chunk of the door, clean off with a splintering of wood
>”Oh damn it!”
>she gently put the broken piece back in the hole, only to see there was a piece of paper stuck on the other door
>she squinted, realised she had lost her glasses when she fell through Twilight’s wall, and after a few seconds of guessing some of the letters, realised it said; Locked. All students please use the side entrance
>Silvie grumbled and headed around the building
>the simple, single door was just as much an obstacle
>she gently made sure it wasn’t locked, opened and squeezed through the tiny entrance
>it was dimly lit inside, but there was the bleed of stage lighting enough to mostly find her way
>or so Silver Spoon thought
>a few steps in, she accidentally stomped a guitar, splintering it beyond repair
>and accidentally punted a drum down the corridor and into a cymbal with the next step, causing a massive crash
>the music stopped, and a few locals peered around as the lights were switched on
>a disheveled and deeply embarrassed Silver Spoon waved and said, “hi… oh gosh, I’m sorry! I’ll pay for the damaged instruments. And the door…”
>”Silvie?”
>that perfect, smooth voice made Silver Spoon’s heart soar
>as a pink and purple haired girl stepped forward through the confused crowd
>very feminine, 5’4, slim yet curvy and just as beautiful as her sister with an innocent charm, as her big green eyes sparkled
>”Is that you, Silvie?”

>”Sweetie Belle…”
>she turned to the rest of the musical hopefuls, “it’s alright, guys! Go back to practice. I’ll pay for whatever’s damaged.”
>the group returned to the main hall, leading the pair alone
>Silver Spoon’s heart was thundering
>it reminded her of when she first woke up, seeing Diamond Tiara
>but instead of a lurking shadow of anger, this adoration was tinged with sadness
>Sweetie Belle slowly walked up to the giant Silvie, and just smiled up at her
>after getting a hold of her emotions, Silvie said, “you… don’t seem surprised to see me. Awake or this big, I mean.”
>Sweetie Belle said, ”my sister told me all about you after you left her shop. I’m sorry I didn’t try and find you, and sorry on Rarity’s behalf for not telling you where I was. You know how protective of me she gets sometimes. If I’m being honest, I was just shocked as anyone, and I needed time to stop myself breaking down. But more than that… I…”
>her smile wavered
>tears fell down her cheeks
>”I missed you so much!”
>she hugged Silver Spoon as best as she could
>Sweetie Belle only stood as high as Silver Spoon’s abdomen
>Silvie had to break the hug to kneel down so she could wrap her arms around Belle in return
>there
>that feeling, right there
>holding the girl she had mocked for so long
>but when they finally became friends, they realised how alike they were
>both girls in the shadow of another; Rarity and Diamond Tiara
>both sought their own path as they grew up, but were babied or expected to tow the line, live a way enforced by another
>Silver Spoon couldn’t believe how much she wanted someone like her Belle, and how much Sweetie Belle reciprocated, wanting someone who respected her as her own woman, like her Silvie
>a stinging pain in her head, far less intense
>-“She’s my friend! Mine!”-
>it wasn’t malice or hatred spouting from Diamond Tiara, but fear and tearful desperation, lashing out to stop Sweetie Belle stealing Silver Spoon from her for what she saw as forever after the budding singer finally revealed her feelings
>her weapon, as it always has been, was her ability to manipulate others
>-“Tell her, Silvie! I’m more important! Tell her or just tell me you hate me!”-

>an impossible choice
>Silver Spoon couldn’t make it
>she cared about them both too much
>but a lifetime of answering to Diamond Tiara, eager for her approval, was difficult to fight off
>-“I’m sorry…”-
>that was all she could utter
>Sweetie Belle took it as it appeared; rejection
>it said volumes that Diamond Tiara didn’t celebrate Sweetie Belle running off in tears
>a little relief, sure, but then a lot of remorse; Diamond Tiara really *had* grown up from being a mean spirited little monster
>but just as Silvie couldn’t throw off the control the old DT had over her, she couldn’t resist that old monster either
>Diamond Tiara just couldn’t lose her only friend
>she turned and hesitantly reached out to the stunned-to-silence Silver Spoon
>-“Silvie? I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”-
>she held Silver Spoon’s shoulder
>and the grey haired girl’s anger boiled over
>-”Get off of me!!”-
>Silver Spoon shoved them apart
>and, stumbling back, tripped
>blue skies
>golden, sandy beaches
>gentle waves
>the sensation of falling, flailing her arms to catch herself
>she saw the large rock before she hit it
>then nothing
>just this warmth in the now
>it soothed everything
>she pulled Sweetie Belle away so they could look at each other, up close, wet green and purple eyes
>and they kissed
>it was so innocent to start with
>then they softly moaned and gasped as they both gently pushed with their tongues
>they parted, after what felt like minutes of just letting their emotions take hold
>it could have gone on forever, and parting still would have been too soon
>they just looked at each other, panting as they blushed and giggled like they were teens again
>”I guess that means you’re glad to see me too,” Sweetie Belle said
>”Like you wouldn’t believe. It’s funny. I know it’s been years, but it still feels so recent to me. I’m just so sorry. I shouldn’t have let Diamond Tiara have her way over my emotions like that.”
>”It’s okay. You know me,” Sweetie Belle said, grinned and scratched her head, “sometimes it takes me a while to understand things, but I’ve had a lot of time to process everything since that day. I know how close you and DT are, especially with how difficult she found making friends. And I know you love her too.”

>”I don’t think I’m as good for her as she thinks I am. You’re right, I do love her, but I can’t be her emotional crutch all the time. You, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo showed me how fantastic having friends who like and love you without demands or restrictions. I felt free for the first time since ever. Uh, Belle?”
>Sweetie Belle looked distracted
>she was looking down and blushing even harder
>Silver Spoon followed her gaze and realised during their deep kiss, her toga had slipped
>and exposed a literal foot of cleavage, and a femininely muscled shoulder and bicep
>Silvie giggled. “Like what you see?”
>”Guh? Wha…? Ah!? Haha!” She spun and covered her burning red cheeks with her hands. “I’m sorry! But you’re really… really hot!”
>Silver Spoon picked the tiny girl up, held her tight against her chest and twirled around, carefree and her heart soaring as Sweetie Belle first squeaked in panic at being lifted, then laughed
>it felt so triumphant, so perfect
>but one again, Diamond Tiara came to mind
>”Oh, shoot.” Silver Spoon stopped and gently put Sweetie Belle down. “What time is it?”
>”Huh? Oh! Practice ends at nine, I know it was getting close to that. Why, what’s wrong?”
>”I’ll explain everything later, but I’ve gotta go find DT and try and patch things up between us.”
>”Better get going! I’ll wait for you at Rarity’s.”
>Silver Spoon gave her one last kiss, stood
>and it was like lightning shot through her
>this was it
>the final spurt, at the worst possible time
>drive, need and purpose tried to make her head for the door
>but every muscle twitched and numbed
>every bone strained and creaked
>”Silvie, what’s wrong?”
>one fumbling step, and another
>and Silver Spoon fell on her belly
>she swore the ground shook as she hit the ground and grunted as she started dragging herself
>her eyes went wide as her fingers grew longer, wider
>the whole hand following
>her forearm twitching and the muscles tensing before her arm grew longer
>Silvie rose from the ground, not because she was standing, but she was pushed away from the floor as inches of extra breast bulged and swelled
>but the extra mass was balanced as her back muscles bunched and strengthened 
>her toga wrap pulled apart as her body grew at a rapid pace

>”Oh, sweet Celestia!” Sweetie gasped as Silvie’s strong, curvy legs extended past her, inches giving way to whole feet of length added in moments
>but the growing girl kept pulling herself forward
>she was almost at the door!
>the toga was gone, and the remains of Big Mac’s clothes completely burst and shredded away
>but her growth was relentless
>and Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but stare and noble her lips at the display
>a giantess with the most perfect balance of power and curves pulled the door open and tried to squeeze through
>but her shoulders broadened, then her hips
>and she was stuck halfway in the increasingly tiny doorway out the theatre side door
>trying to push forward spurred her ass and hips to swell
>broad, healthy fat layered over thick muscle for the most perfect curves
>and trying to retreat, her far-greater than head sized tits surged once more; she was trapped at her waist
>”Uh oh… uh, Silvie?”
>”Nngh! What?”
>”T- the wall’s gonna break if you move!! It’s crumbling!”
>”Oh, damn it all!”
>she tried to think of a solution, but nothing good came to mind
>but at least, at long last, she finished growing as the tingling stopped
>and with zero effort, she stood and pushed herself out the building, tearing half the wall with her
>she stretched her new body and ran her fingers through her shimmering grey hair 
>once the wall stopped crumbling, Sweetie Belle stepped out and up to her newly grown and newly returned girlfriend
>she only came up to the upper half of Silver Spoon’s thigh
>twelve feet, three inches of gloriously thick female form
>Sweetie Belle was so awestruck, she didn’t even react as more theatre wall collapsed and blocked the way back in. She just gasped, ”wow…”
>Silver Spoon flexed an arm, and grinned at the firm swell off a mighty bicep
>then looked over her expansive body; she felt *right* for the first time since waking up from her coma, settled and somehow natural
>her mind too, with her memories now restored

>a new Silver Spoon
>though she soon covered what she could with her hands as she remembered she was naked outdoors and the cold air wasn’t helping either
>she was an unstoppable giantess, but she shivered and her teeth chattered
>”Oh, wait her a second! I have an idea!” Sweetie Belle’s horn glowed as she focused. “Tsk, how did it work again? Um… ah!”
>Sweetie Belle teleported
>then after a minute, Sweetie Belle teleported back nearby, with a huge stage curtain
>though she was upside down, as she fell in a heap
>”Ow! Dang it… remind me to take more magic lessons with Twilight. Never mind, here!”
>Sweetie Belle levitated the massive sheet and helped clothe Silver Spoon in a similar, if smaller, toga wrap
>it still showed a lot of skin, but it was better than nothing
>between growing into herself, getting used to her new form and Sweetie’s admittedly impressive grasp of her own developing magic, Silver Spoon realised she had burned a lot of minutes
>”Thanks, Belle! I’ve gotta go before it’s to late, or I cause any more carnage.”
>Sweetie Belle blew a kiss and Silvie ran full pace to the train station
>she was sure the ground shook slightly with each footfall
>the town looked tiny as her massive, powerful strides rocketed her through the sleepy streets
>she made it to the station in record time, but she wasn’t sure how much time her growth spurt and escape from the theatre took
>too much; the clock said nine
>”Damn it, no!”
>the sound of a steam train with its first few chuffs
>Silvie dashed around the station, directly onto the tracks and in front of the slowly accelerating train
>she yelled, ”stop!”
>the driver’s jaw dropped and he was stunned by the sight of a curvaceous giantess on the track
>too stunned to hit the brakes
>so Silver Spoon grimaced
>set her feet
>and leaned against the train, growling with strain as she brought it to a stop, the wheels squealing as they spun on the tracks, occasionally catching grip and 
>”Stop the train!!”
>she held on as long as she could, but finally felt herself being pushed back, her bare feet scraped and scratched the stone filled spaces between the wooden sleepers

>she may have been bigger and stronger than anyone, maybe even Celestia, but the multi-ton train finally pushed her aside
>Silver Spoon stood and looked through the windows of the passing train, trying to spot Diamond Tiara
>but without her glasses, it was already difficult, let alone as it built enough speed that many carriages were a blur
>”Damn it!”
>she slowly walked back to the station
>the platform was blocked by a sturdy metal fence
>with a single tug, and a shriek of twisted metal mostly covered by the locomotive engine, Silver Spoon ripped it out the concrete base and threw it away like it was made of paper with the last of her anger and adrenaline
>she then climbed on the wooden platform, shivered from the bitter cold and sat down, defeated
>the impact shattered the wooden deck, and she grumbled as she mentally added it to the list of destruction and harm she had brought on everyone, but she didn’t care right now; she had gained one love, but lost another
>the steam engine slowly gave way to silence
>except not quite
>a sobbing around the corner of the platform
>a familiar voice said, ”she don’t hate you. Ah know she don’t.” Apple Bloom
>the crying voice said, ”Well, she should! I’ve been horrible to her. Hiding things and trying to take her away from you and all her friends!”
>”You mean *our* friends, right? We’re all friends. Me, you, Silvie, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Twist, Rumble… ah could go on. We’ve all grown apart in a lotta ways, but that’s growin’ up for ya.”
>”But I’ve been rude and mean to all of you, and I’ve tried to take Silvie away every since she recovered.”
>”’Cause you were scared of losin’ her again. Ah get it. We do stupid stuff when we’re scared. Y’all ain’t the first. Heck, ah’m dumber than most!”
>Diamond Tiara tutted. “You’re not stupid. You’ve got what my daddy calls ‘old earth wisdom.’ I just can’t recognise it until after I’ve been a total bitch to you or your family.”
>”You’ve made some mistakes, sure. There ain’t no reason to beat yerself up over it, mind. Make things right, don’t keep thinkin’ things wrong.”

>Diamond Tiara sniffled, but then giggled. “There it is! That old earth wisdom. I wish I knew half what you did. Who told you that one? Granny Smith?”
>Apple Bloom chucked. “Zecora, actually. She paired that with ‘you’ve got to sing for words to become song.’ But yeah, ah think ah’ve got a good grasp of this ‘bein’ an adult’ stuff now. But that don’t make me better than you or nothin’. If ah visited you in Canterlot, ah’d be relyin’ on yer big city smarts instead! Yer better than y’all give yerself credit for.”
>”You should come to Canterlot! I’ll show you around. You can even stay in my apartment.”
>a long silence, punctuated with slowing sniffles, and finally a calming sigh
>”Thanks, Apple Bloom, I’m feeling a lot better. Go on, I’ll be alright now. I need a little time alone to let today sink in.”
>”That’s what friends’re for! Ah’ll go get yer bed set up at the farm. Don’t stay out too late or y’all catch a cold.”
>Apple Bloom walked around the corner and stopped dead still at the sight of the voluptuous giant, sitting in the fractured train platform
>she then grinned, nodded to her, and left the station
>Silver Spoon stood, took a deep breath and headed to the corner
>her heavy footsteps made DT gasp and fearfully looked around the corner
>she gasped and almost screamed before recognising the grey hair and sorrowful purple eyes
>”Silvie!”
>she ran up to her friend, then realised hugging wasn’t exactly possible with their height difference
>until Silver Spoon picked Diamond Tiara up and held her close
>she said ”I’m sorry I hurt you. I can’t just blame it on growing or confusion either, I got so angry but I shouldn’t have done that. ”
>DT snuggled against Silver Spoon’s neck ”You had a right to be angry with me. I wanted to steal you from everyone who had your best interests at heart. I thought I needed you to be a better person. You had just woken up and I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable. I hope you can forgive me.”
>”I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still a little upset, but of course I forgive you. After all…” Silver Spoon held Diamond Tiara away and grinned. “I’ve got a big heart. And feet. And ass. Big everything, really.”
>they both laughed and Silvie’s gently put DT down

>”Wow… you’re not kidding.” DT stared up in awe, then blushed as she realised Silvie’s face was completely obscured by her huge greats from that angle
>Silver Spoon dropped onto her knees, though she was still way taller, and said, “I’ve just got to ask one thing, before we bury the hatchet and forget this whole mess happened. I know we love each other as friends, and that will never change, but do you *love* me.”
>Diamond Tiara gulped and looked down at her feet. “I think… no, I *know*I do, but when I think of what my mom was like growing up, and how similar I am to her in some ways… too many ways, I don’t know if I could risk acting like that and truly lose you. Did I even tell you my parents divorced? It happened before the beach trip, but I never got around to telling you.”
>Silvie shook her head, and gave a reassuring smile. “I can’t say I’m surprised. It would explain a lot about why you were so desperate to hold on to me.”
>DT nodded. “I’d love nothing more than to take our relationship further, but I know I wouldn’t trust myself to not take you for granted. You deserve someone as nice as Sweetie Belle.”
>Silver Spoon hugged her again. “Thank you. That means a lot, especially coming from someone I’ve looked up to for so long. Although,” Silver Spoon said, with a teasing tone, “you know who you need? Someone with a no-nonsense attitude. A hard working, stubborn girl… maybe some ‘old earth wisdom?’”
>Diamond Tiara’s eyes went wide and she huffed, then she tried to hide the smirk that was fighting the denial, “n-no, don’t be ridiculous! I doubt she… um… do you really think she likes me?”
>”Enough to be your shoulder to cry on in this cold, even after you insulted her family. Though speaking of cold…”
>the temperature was even colder now, and as if on cue, it began to snow
>”I’m staying at Rarity’s. I’ve got a lot to catch up on with Sweetie Belle. And I’m sure you can spend some time maybe asking about a certain rugged farm girl…”
>Diamond Tiara put on her usual superior pout. “As if! I want to be courted and dated first, ruggedness has nothing to do with it!”
>she started walking into town, with Silver Spoon following with slow steps to keep pace 
>DT suddenly cleared her throat and said, “though she does have a nice, strong body… and that bumpkin accent is oddly hot. And I can’t say I’m surprised you like Sweetie Belle either, since you seem to like hanging around with dumb girls…”
>they shared a look, surprise from Silver Spoon and indignation from Diamond Tiara
>both couldn’t hold it for long, and they burst into laughter most of the way back through town as the snow gathered on the streets
>fresh and white and new…

The next day…
>”Darling, please hold still.”
>Silver Spoon fidgeted but kept her arms stretched out to the sides, and stood with her feet at shoulder-width, clad in a simple black bra and panties 
>she thought she was being still, but there was a lot more of her to keep still. ”Sorry. I’m still getting used to just how long my limbs are.”
>”We can’t keep re-measuring all day, and I want to make sure everything fits just so! If you intend to go dating my baby sister, I simply refuse to have you gallivanting around in anything but the finest clothes. It’s a fine advertising opportunity as well. ‘All shapes and sizes catered for all degrees of fabulousness at Carousel Boutique!’ That should make a fine new slogan.”
>Rarity took her measuring tape, actually several tied together since one was only just long enough for one of Silver Spoon’s arms, but nowhere near long enough for her expansive chest or legs
>she measured Silvie’s inseam, around her hips and around her thickly built thighs
>”Don’t move, I just need to jot these down.” She walked to a desk to write
>”Yes, ma’am.”
>Rarity gave her a look
>”I mean, okay, Rarity!”
>the fashionista tittered, smiled and said, “that’s better. You don’t need such formalities here! My home is your home until you pick a place of your own. Not the least because my shop doors are some of the few you can fit through in this town, but I digress.”
>”Yeah, I’d love to start narrowing down my choices, I just can’t read the property pamphlets without my glasses. I’m already getting headaches from how little everything looks.”
>Sweetie Belle tore her eyes off Silver Spoon’s barely clothed body, only partially hidden behind her songbook and sitting on a giant beanbag chair. She said, “they said they would try to get them ready for tomorrow, and they’re still trying to find a lens grinder big enough but they’ll make do.”

>”It will be an uphill struggle,” Rarity said, “but we shall get you settled in full, but being adequately clothed for when your parents arrive later today’s our top priority! We must simply pick out battles and slowly, but surely, you will have a full wardrobe, a place of your own and the world shall be your oyster once more.”
>Sweetie Belle giggled, “all while wearing a bra with industrial grade steel cable for support!”
>Silver Spoon rolled her eyes and adjusted said bra
>her girlfriend wasn’t wrong
>Silvie’s breasts were so monumentally vast, Rarity couldn’t even grade them in terms of cup size if was of normal height; if Sweetie Belle curled into a ball, she could probably fit inside one
>and if she wasn’t so massively strong, with back muscles perfectly suited to the task, and in the prime of her youth as an eighteen year old so she had minimal sag, they would be a serious problem on her spine
>and, true to Sweetie’s words, Rarity’s first order of business was to visit the construction site repairing the theatre wall, where she bought said cable and fashioned a bra capable of withstanding the person-weight yet gravity defying jugs
>let alone the fact she weighed over a ton
>an actual ton! And a couple of hundred pounds over!
>”Oh, blast it,” Rarity said as she checked her spools of fabric, “I’m fresh out of my best strong-weave wool. I’ll need to go to my supplier, so we’ll take a break.”
>Silver Spoon sighed, stretched and flexed her arms and legs
>she turned just in time to see Sweetie Belle drop her eyes to her book again, though her eyes kept flicking up to admire the sheer amount of her new girlfriend on display
>Silver Spoon smirked, casually walked over and sat heavily on the edge of the beanbag chair, ejecting the smaller girl several feet away with a panicked squeak
>Sweetie Belle stood with a giggle, then put in her best, fake, scowl. ”Oh, that does it!”
>she pounced in the giantess, who caught her as the two play-tussled and laughed together 
>”Now, listen, you two,” Rarity said as she put on a drastically fancy coat for just visiting a textile shop, “I know what it’s like, being in a new relationship, with passions ablaze and such, but no funny business while I’m gone! Sweetie, watch the store, and Silvie, please try not to scare off any clientele by looming over them; I’ll be about twenty minutes.”

>”’kay!”
>”Sure thing!”
>Rarity stepped out into the cold
>and, a second later, Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon began kissing, deeply and hungrily
>the smaller girl used every inch of her strength to grab as much breast in her hands as she could,  gave up and instead hooked her arms around them, the huge swells jiggling
>Silvie’s hands gently stroked down Sweetie Belle’s back, lower and lower until Silvie pinched Belle’s pert, shapely ass
>Belle slowly lowered herself, sliding beyond Silvie’s ‘canyon’ and onto the plateau of her abs
>the singer kissed and licked each distinct ridge, earning a low hum from the giant, who pulled her tits apart watch Belle’s work with lidded, hungry eyes
>but Sweetie Belle slipped lower still
>and pulled down Silvie’s panties, exposing the small tuft of grey hair, which the girl tickled for a second as her hands finally reached the tender, eager and wet slit
>Silvie gasped and bit her lip as Sweetie Belle pushed her fingers into the folds and gently stroked 
>Silvie’s moan filled the shop, but she kept her focus and gasped, “you done this before?”
>”When you hang around with two girls during your teens… you get curious.” Sweetie Belle kept her slow plunge of her fingers going as she winked up at her lover. “We just never let get more than friendly play, since we all agreed we were happier as friends. Apple Bloom’s surprisingly assertive in the bedroom, and Scootaloo? Damn, that girl’s got some stamina, but when she pops? She *really* explodes. I swear she almost burst my eardrums one time with the scream.”
>Silvie whimpered in bliss as Sweetie Belle pushed her fist inside, and with a lick of her full lips, brought her tongue down on Silvie’s ‘button’ 
>the giantess writhed, sending several mannequins and a desk flying
>Sweetie Belle yelped as she fought to not get launched herself
>her pumping rhythm quickened, and Silvie’s inexperience made her putty in those tiny hands
>and just how small Sweetie Belle felt was maddeningly hot
>and Silvie loved her huge body
>she grabbed her tits, which were far too big for even her giant hands, and squeezed them

>her hastening moans reached a peak, and Silvie bucked her hips as she screamed out in climax
>she rode the wave for minutes as she continued to squirm and writhe
>Sweetie Belle crawled up the trembling giant and stared into her eyes as they kept rolling back from the ongoing storm of sensations, and kissed Silvie as she collapsed and fought to control her breathing
>”Sweet Celestia…” Silvie panted and reclined, still fuzzy-headed from the orgasm
>the door opened with a chime of the little bell
>both girls froze; they were behind the stores changing screens, but heard the clack of heels on the wooden floor
>”It’s just me!” Rarity called. “I forgot my purse.”
>”Oh, haha! Sure thing, sis.”
>then steps back towards the door
>Rarity cleared her throat. “… girls, I suppose it’s a waste of time telling you to not have fun. Just… lower the volume a tad, wouldn’t you?”
>Silvie, already hot and bothered, somehow turned even redder. “Sorry…” she said, sheepishly
>”I’m not,” Sweetie Belle whispered and winked as she pulled her panties off, then called, “sorry, it won’t happen again! Promise!”
>the door chimed again
>and the two carried on, as Silvie’s plunged her tongue between Sweetie Belle’s legs
>they could have been good, and innocent, and obeyed the rules as fledgling adults
>and most of the time they were, as their relationship deepened and the two became inseparable soulmates
>but Silvie had four years of lost the to make up for
>and Sweetie Belle was more than happy to go along the ride
>and, once they were as close as they could get, and had their own home, they had all the time in the world 
>they even started to experiment with another couple
>notably Diamond Tiara and a certain farm girl, trying life in the big city when they came to visit
>the normally haughty DT was apparently used to being treated in bedroom like a gentle lady by a normally easy-going Apple Bloom, who took charge and made her partner her plaything
>all three having their fun on the vast body Silver Spoon became the norm
>but when it was her turn to take charge, the social butterfly was more than accommodating to her best friend and her new partner
>and most of all, her dear Sweetie Belle