Valiant sighed softly and watched as the snow fell gently outside the hotel window. Winter was settling in for the Crystal Empire, and while pony control of the weather ensured the weather never veered into the dangerous colds of the Olenian kingdom or the lands outside the Empire, it was still certainly cold. Piles of snow pressed up against buildings, driven by bitter winds that blew down the stone streets.

Inside, of course, it was warm- and Valiant was nude. The reflection of his body in the window showed just how handsome and well built he was, and a mild bulge in Fleur Dis Lee’s lower body evidenced a rather active morning. Just how the mornings always had been- wake up, fuck like bandits, then let Fleur enjoy a large and heavy breakfast.

It had, of course, impacted her figure. By Valiant’s rough estimate she was up 20 pounds, most of which had turned her soft middle into a burgeoning potbelly, but had also increased her bust size. When he turned from the window with a soft sigh, and started dressing himself, his eyes moved to the mare at the table.

“Put something on, something… Impressive, I want to take you out today and show you off. You’re a prize, you know- any stallion would love having you hang off his arm,” Valiant directed, and ‘helped’ Fleur by rolling up an entire pancake with his magic, and then promptly shoving it down her throat- whole- and gagging her on the damn thing.

"Heels, open toe, and you had better be showing some skin under your coat," Valiant soon demanded, and his voice slipped into a deeper, almost growling, tone of outright command when he turned back to the window. There was a sense in him that he would make a very vain and demanding monarch, and it certainly slipped out at times.

Fleur dutifully choked down the wadded-up mass of pastry with nary a complaint. After two weeks of having entirely too much food shoved forcefully into her mouth and stomach, she was pretty well-accustomed. She swallowed loudly, knowing how he loved it when he could see her throat distend from the large wads of food. However, she did turn a disdainful eye towards her collection of fine clothing, taking a moment to lament how none of what she brought would actually fit her properly. Even if she could get it on, she'd look ridiculous! And if there was one thing Fleur-de-Lis *wasn't...* it's ridiculous.

"But Vally~" she crooned softly in response, purposefully drawing out his name with that sultry accent of hers. "I do not have anything that eez impressive anymore...have you even looked at me recently? I'm getting to be a *big girl* now..." she smirked as she finished, reveling in how his eyes were immediately glued to her expanding assets. "I have never had to own big girl clothes before, but who knows, maybe it would suit me after all..." she mused seemingly to herself before scoffing. "Hah, as eef anything *wouldn't* suit this body~"

Valiant glanced back from the window, and was finally dressed. “Then we’ll get you something that fits properly, my beautiful fleur, but for now it’s not like I can bring you out in the nude…” Valiant started, and then got a devilish look on his face before he grinned recklessly.

“Coat, heels, *nothing* else,” Valiant spoke, and was soon up behind Fleur, reaching around her and- with rough, possessive, and nearly painful hands- exploring her curves and squeezing all of Fleur’s supple and soft flesh. “The idea is already turning you on, isn’t it?”

With a soft sigh, Valiant snapped his fingers and teleported the rest of breakfast- including the entire gallon of orange juice- into Fleur’s middle. He didn’t want to wait too long, but it was an act that left Fleur with incredibly potent stomach pain for a few moments as her body tired to adjust to the awkward addition.

Fleur's eyes and cheeks bulged in pained surprise as the amount of substance in her stomach exploded, her rounded dome of a potbelly more than doubling in size. Her legs staggered outwards as she struggled to maintain her balance, having nearly keeled over on top of her dangerously overfull belly. The experience was positively awful, as several agonizing seconds passed by in shocked nausea, the contents of her stomach desperate to escape but blocked temporarily by the large pocket of air that had been previously the majority occupancy of her stomach.

Returning to a stationary position, her form jiggling for a noticeable amount of time, a soft *blorp* was heard before the trapped air came surging up her throat and rushing out in a roaringly powerful "BBBBWWWWWWUUUUUUUURRRRRRUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!" Eyes wild with shellshocked lust, she merely glanced back at her partner before meekly adding: "j-just un instant s'il vous plaît, mon cheri..." Her surprise was evident as she slipped back into her native Prench for a moment before hastening towards her shoe rack, thighs absolutely dripping.

In a near-record amount of time, Valiant's mare was by his side ready to leave, her belly bulging out of her winter coat leaving a soft pink stripe running down her middle. A belt was barely looped around the upper swell of it, just under her breasts, doing all that it could to keep her coat decent. Even with the added restraint, Fleur's huge boobs were showing off a truly indecent amount of cleavage, the slight edges of her darker areolae just visibly peeking out.

Valiant took Fleur out like a proper gentle pony, with her hanging off his arm and them stepping soon into the hotel hallway. “I like this…” Valiant noted, while Fleur’s body gently rumbled and sloshed with her steps. “A beautiful mare with a chest that weighs more than a foal hanging off my arm…”

Their walk took them past one room, where both the stallion and mare opening the door turned to gawk at the two passing them. The stallion more than the mare, however, who was soon slapped in the face behind them.

“… just like the prize she is,” Valiant whispered into Fleur’s ear, and soon stepped with her into the elevator, slapped her hands behind her to the glass, and spent the two minutes it took to get to the ground floor fucking her so hard the glass grew a webbing of cracks by the time the door dinged and Valiant led her out.

For all the passion, Valiant barely seemed like he noticed when he zipped back up and they stepped into the lobby. As usual, the young stallion at the desk turned to stare openly at Fleur, while an open box of donuts beside him lingered and teased her endless appetite(s).

Fleur, meanwhile, was an absolute panting wreck. Her mane was completely bedraggled, her eyes practically rolling in their sockets as she tried to recoup from such a vigorously sudden pounding. Her stomach keened and moaned like a dying whale, thoroughly displeased by such intense mistreatment. Barely able to walk, she staggered out of the elevator heaving for breath before another raucous *BBWWWOOOOOOORRRPP!* echoed down the hallway. Her balance mostly regained, a quick flash of her horn was all it took for her makeup and mane to return to their previously flawless states.

As she glanced about the room gathering her wits, she noticed a young lad at the desk openly ogling her in disbelief, and was that...? Mmyes, indeed there *is* a box of doughnuts sitting opened beside him...surely he would appreciate some help with those, right?

Another flash, and the desk guy could only goggle in disbelief as her stomach noticeably blorped out even farther. He would discover several moments after they'd left that his doughnuts had gone mysteriously missing...

Fleur’s stomach wasn’t the only part of her that was bloated this morning, and while her stomach was well within the vastly capacious bounds that a lifetime of indulgence and recent testing of her abilities resulted in, her womb was strained nearly to bursting with Valiant’s ‘adoration’ filling her. Their relationship was almost dangerous, and there was a none zero chance it might burst should he choose to take her again.

Given how incredible it was, Fleur was as addicted to those sessions as anything.

With Vally’s arm around Fleur again, he strode through the lobby and held her close, “Mmm, enjoying the direct approach are we?” He mused, and gently rubbed at Fleur’s belly with his palm, “and here I had thought you were going to slap your tits on the desk and ask me to feed them to you while he watched…”

With a kiss to Fleur’s lips, Valiant finally stepped outside with the woman. The air was briskly cold, and the impact of it was immediate. Valiant glanced at the shorter woman, and then his horn came to glow to cast a warming radiance around her. It however made her stand out even more, and all activity seemed to step when people noticed the pair.

“Won’t be too far now. Let’s just stretch those pretty legs out a bit and we can find something new for you. Let’s start with the regular… and then work our way to lingerie.” Valiant directed. 

Fleur wasn't able to muster a response, too busy regretting her incredibly lustful and impulsive action. Her stomach felt like it had nearly burst, and now was so fantastically overstuffed she couldn't catch her breath for fear of rupturing. A few moments passed in painful delirium as Valiant heedlessly whisked her off, both overblown orbs within her stretching and rubbing up against each other like a pair of overfilled balloons. As she began to come out of it, she realized with sinking horror that something else was starting to fill inside her quite rapidly, that gallon of orange juice from breakfast running through her otherwise thoroughly clogged system quickly.

"Va...Val...Valle..." she could barely wheeze out as he continued carrying her off to Celestia-knew-where. Unable to speak or even get his attention, Fleur began to feel the first real spark of fear that she might finally have bitten off a bit more than she could stomach...

Valiant listened to Fleur’s words and halted along their walk while the snow drifted down around him. He turned to Fleur, and stretched her arms out as he stepped back a bit from her. His eyes panned down her body, drinking in her form and her curved greedily. The gaze was palpably intense, and despite all of their sex and all of their passion- it was just as if he had seen her for the first time. 

Valiant bit his lips gently, and put a hand to Fleur’s hair and gently held her head. “What is it, my beautiful flower?” Valiant questioned, just before Fleur’s body made a strange sort of gargling, straining, bubbling sound.

It didn’t sound healthy. For that matter, it didn’t sound like it felt very nice either. Perhaps turning yourself into a living balloon for weeks on end was a poor idea, but it left Valiant all the more aroused just the same as his eyes slipped down to Fleur’s sore middle. It was clear enough the more she hurt, the further she pushed, the bigger she got- the more he wanted her.

Desire was it’s own addiction.

Fleur didn't reply at first, still wheezing and coughing as she struggled just to breathe. Finally her wild-eyed gaze fixated on his and she managed one rather feeble word: "T...toi...toilette...?" she gasped hopefully, her legs starting to cross a bit on instinct as her bladder continued to swell at a steady rate, rapidly approaching 'uncomfortable' territory. Her eyes stared into his, her enormous chest heaving up and down as she attempted to communicate what she so desperately needed...

Valiant snorted, “Really, Fleur? We just left,” he mused, and put his hand down to Fleur’s chin. With his thumb he slipped her mouth open, and the impressively built stallion leaned against her, pushing her against a stone wall while he really empathized his dominant stature in this relationship.

“What if I say no, Fleur? What if I say it’s turning me on that you’re getting close to bursting open, and I like how dangerous it is that you’ll keep it all in? Just swell bigger and bigger, hurt more and more…”

Once again, Fleur’s body “bubbled,” and Valiant squeezed her hand firmly. “No no, this choice isn’t mine- it’s yours. What matters more, your health.. or keeping me hard?” Valiant questioned, “You already know my choice." 

Fleur could only stare, open-mouthed, at the stallion who positively loomed above her. She needed to answer him, needed to relieve herself soon, but she could not make any sound, her mouth and throat as dry as a desert from all the frigid air she'd been sucking down. A sudden pulse from her inflamed groin fanned the flames of her lust into a roaring inferno, and she involuntarily allowed her hips to press forward in a slight humping motion, her strained bloat brushing against his engorged girth.

Valiant sighed softly. “Hurt for me, darling. The risk is the reward,” Valiant mused, and winked before he slapped his palm into Fleur’s middle, while his magic, meanwhile, shoved a phallic shape up her womanhood.

The pressure was intense as Valiant pressed inwards, and only the fact Fleur had abused her body so much with hedonistic pursuits- such as one time downing a keg of wine- kept her in one piece when that hand drew back, and slipped to hers. “Let’s get you dressed now, beautiful- but not a thing that goes inside you is coming back out.”

Their walk, as Valiant had said earlier, did not take long. Valiant soon stepped into a luxurious looking building with dozens of dresses being shown off. It was the same place Cadance got her outfits, and the prices were astounding. The clerk, meanwhile, stared at Fleur like she had seen the face of god.

“Miss Dis Lee…” she gawked, “Oh Celestia above, it’s an honour.”

Valiant sighed softly, “Of course it is. My loves sizes have gone up a few notches, so we’ll need a fitting and some outfits- and do get some water… it was quite a long walk,” Valiant spoke, and squeezed Fleur’s hand so hard he nearly crushed it.

Fleur could only smile and wave daintily as she struggled not to faint after the sealing spell he'd placed on her nether regions. Now standing in the dressing room (having practically been carried all the way here) she was plopped onto her high heels and left to stand under her own devices. Her womb and bladder throbbed painfully as they pressed against each other, other bulges starting to be made visible on her abdomen under the weight of her enormously full stomach. Fleur's hands grasped for her nethers, seeking anything abet the flow that wouldn't come, and with a thrill realizing that she was *too* swollen to reach herself down there.

Her head flew back as she loosed a long and low moan of lustful ecstasy, her knees locked and trembling as she nearly orgasmed on the spot from the strength of the sensations coursing through her body. She was effectively dead to the world, only able to notice her own painful girth.

Fleur’s body continued to make strange noises of pain and strange bubbling groans. Valiant, of course, suppressed these from the ears of all but her- so that the clerk leading Fleur to stand on a platform to be measured wouldn’t think anything ill. She removed her coat, and gasped hotly seeing Fleur was nude.

“We decided it would be best to leave out the middle man,” Valiant mused and winked at Fleur while he stood aside. Now standing there Fleur’s middle looked obviously bloated, and the clerk admired it for a moment,

“What a healthy looking pregnancy,” she mused, “I’ll be sure to keep your measurements and add a few inches as you grow,” she added, and soon started to apply a measure to Fleur, blushing profusely all the while as she tended to what was, in Equestria, basically the sexiest mare alive. 

“35-G, I’m afraid I’ll have to make something custom…” the mare soon noted, “I do have some outfits that will fit the rest of you, however, although they may be slightly tight on the hips. You’re very ah… fertile in shape, Miss Dis Lee,” she mused, and dissapeared into the back room.

Valiant let the warding over Fleur’s noises cease, and then he blinked as he listened to how noisily and pained Fleur’s body was getting. “Sun above you must be in agony,” Valiant growled. “We can stop this, you know, you just have to ask. I’d never make you do anything, wanting it is half the fun… but you do want it, don’t you?” He questioned, and snapped his fingers to return the field just as the mare returned with an elegant, and entirely revealing, pink dress that would leave little to the imagination.

As the tailor mare departed an assistant of some sort came and dropped off a large jug of water and a cup, as per request for the thirsty lady. What they likely didn't expect, was for Fleur to completely ignore the cup and magically levitate the jug up to her lips before greedily chugging away. Her cheeks and throat undulated with powerful *gloonk, gloonk, gloonk!* sounds as her stomach swelled just a bit farther with each heavy swallow. Draining the jug in just a few moments, she came up for air with a loud 'paaah!' of satisfaction before fixing him with her wildest gaze yet. 

Valiant could tell that the mare before him, despite being about to explode from her agonizing fullness, still wanted him just as badly as ever as she stumbled forward to grasp his muscular arms. Her touch felt shaky and unstable; with a start Valiant realized that she was trembling. She was terrified, but still refused to give in. "Vally, please..." she begged in a low, raspy voice. "Please...take me...just one more time...I...I need it..." she gasped out, despite it being very incredibly clear that she did not at all need it, let alone *want* it!

The mare figured Fleur was simply thirsty. It was a gallon of water, but that wasn’t in itself- in a vacuum- and especially not for a pregnant mare anything stupidly extreme. So she accepted this, and it wasn’t long before Fleur was dressed in that new outfit, and Valiant was able to take her hand and squeeze it, “Of course,” Valiant growled quietly. “You enjoy this fear as much as I do, don’t you? You like pain,” Valiant soon added, and paid with a simple toss of some gold on the counter before walking Fleur outside, and slapping her against a stone wall.

The outfit she wore was beautiful and elegant, figure embellishing and especially without a bra exposed her bust incredibly well. Valiant slapped Fleur against the wall and thrust right through her undergarments, only minutes old, and right into her mare hood. Within moments he was starting to fill her again, and Fleur’s poor body strained with agonized near-tearing pain as she was forced to stretch ever more to keep the hedonistic and risky pleasures coming. Every moment seemed like it could be the last, and yet Fleur managed to edge herself while Valiant’s large body slapped into her, squeezing and squishing every bit of her while his firm, needy, hands slapped and squeezed.

Once he was done, for the moment, Valiant stepped back and cast his containment spell back on Fleur, who promptly fell to her knees. She could barely see, she could barely think, pain throughout her body racked her and left her shivering and shaking, only for Valiant to take her hand, and whisper into her ear.

“I bet all that made you hungry,” Valiant whispered, and gestured across the street to a fine looking establishment. “Hurt yourself for me, Fleur. You know I like the word more? Let me hear it from your lips, let me hear you beg to hurt more, more pain, more bloating. I want you to drink until your bladder is the size of a beach-ball and splitting open, I want you to eat until your stomach is scarred and crushing your heart, and I want you to do it all for me…”

With a firm yank, Valiant forced Fleur to stand, and then slapped her ass. “I want you to prove you’d give me your life.”

Fleur was vaguely aware of the pair of them moving across the street after having her mind utterly annihilated by another vigorous bout of amazing sex. Her uterus was so packed full of Valiant batter it was literally *creaking* with pain anytime she moved, perched ever so precariously on the edge of rupturing. 

She was led inside a building, and sat down at a table before a steady flow of delicious food starting flowing down her throat. It started with soups, salads, and breads before moving into heavier fare like pastas, sandwiches, and various excellently cooked meats. Fleur noticed none of it, only able to feel the exhilarating pain within her: her stomach, strained almost to its maximum, begging to explode and end it's suffering even as even more fills it relentlessly. Her womb, a sloshy mass the size of a soccer ball with the density of concrete sitting like a black hole in the pit of her abdomen. 

Bottles upon bottles of wine and other liquids were pouring down her throat, her gag reflex absolutely suffocated by now as her esophagus put up absolutely no resistance to the relentless filling of her bursting stomach. In a desperate attempt to save space, her stomach was purging any and all liquid it could, effectively sending anything she drank directly to her kidneys. Her bladder felt as full and heavy as a small pumpkin, maintaining a constant rate of swelling as she was given more, more More More MORE MORE MORE MORE

Fleur gurgled softly, her mind completely blissed out as her body felt like it was exploding already, bolts of white-hot lightning arcing beneath her searing skin as she began to develop three distinct bloats bulging out of the front of her form. Collapsed heavily in a booth, the table shoved aside, Fleur lay back with her limbs splayed as wide as possible to acommodate her immense swells. At some point Valiant got underneath her in her seat, her marehood completely stuffed with his pillar of meat as he continued to geyser more and more inside her.

Steadily, all three spheres exploding out from her form continued to swell, her bladder squishing against the ground as it creeped out further and further, sloshing and bubbling with frothy liquid. It was being heavily compressed from the dense swell of her ever-enlarging womb, which in turn forced her rock-hard and bursting stomach upwards and outwards. Her form began to completely overflow the seat they were using, even Valiant's bulky form starting to be buried beneath her squealing, straining skin. Her chin was buried in her breasts, her new dress in absolute tatters, her maw wedged open by a wide cone of magic through which endless quantities of food and drink were dumped, all the while that thick, virile hose beneath her continued to spew and spew.

Just when it seemed like Fleur had the faintest impression of touching the other walls of the room with her unimaginably swollen body, there was a soft pop, not unlike the sound of a spell failing or a balloon being pricked with a needle. A roar of rushing fluid barraged her senses as she screamed as best as she could through her food-and-magic gag as her body finally stopped expanding. Her muffled scream was soon drowned out as she whited out, her mind shutting down completely as she exploded...



...into the mother of all orgasms.