"A Huge Sweetie Belle Gets Ready For A Date" By SizeShifter (https://pastebin.com/u/SizeShifter) URL: https://pastebin.com/W9XLcmur Created on: Saturday 20th of June 2020 10:18:30 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 06:22:48 AM UTC Sweetie Belle Gets Ready For A Date Disclaimer: All characters within this story are intended to be an appropriate age for the strange, vaguely perverted contents. Rarity’s needle flicked deftly along the fabric. Deftly, that is, until her sister piped up from the other room. “Rarityyy is it ready yet?” Damn, another pricked finger. “One moment, Sweetie Belle, I should have the adjustments finished shortly.” Rarity knew she had to hurry since Sweetie’s date was scheduled to arrive shortly. She had been working on this dress all day only to find at the last minute that it didn’t fit. This seemed to happen every time and it never got less frustrating. Rarity paused. She was so close to being done, but she was afraid to do up the last seams in the top since, as had happened on previous attempts, it had a tendency to be just the wrong size and she’d have to undo or redo some stitching so she figured she should check now before she had to go back to fix her mistake. “Sweetie, would you mind coming in again? I really should measure you one last time just to be sure.” “Okay!” Sweetie called back. The door opened and Sweetie ducked as she walked in. Rarity couldn’t withhold a grimace as her hips clipped the doorframe, splintering the decorative trim. “Oops,” Sweetie said as she looked at the damage. “Don’t mind it,” Rarity sad, waving it off, “just come over here so I can check again.” Rarity took the measuring tape in both hands and stood on a stool as she waved Sweetie over. A stool was needed when one was a lithe 5’6 and had to deal with a client that was well over eight feet. Sweetie stepped forward and leaned her chest into Rarity, nearly covering her face. She giggled as Rarity scowled then turned her back as she was supposed to. Rarity pulled her arms back and tossed the middle section of the tape over Sweetie’s head and drew in the ends. Sweetie adjusted it so it was over the largest part of her breasts and Rarity felt her arms tug forward as she breathed in. With the tape at a firm tension Sweetie reached back and held the ends of the tape while Rarity got a second tape out for the remaining space on her back that the first just couldn’t quite reach. She had a lot of practice doing this when making outfits for Fluttershy, but preferred her as a client since she wouldn’t giggle through the process or make comments about- “Wow, I really am big, huh?” Sweetie said with more than a hint of smugness. Rarity sighed. “Yes yes, whatever. Okay, step away, I was a couple inches too small last measurement.” Sweetie stepped forward as the measuring tape dropped. “Wishful thinking?” “Ha. Ha.” “Is it because my measurements are so much bigger than yours?” “Yes, sure.” Rarity did her best to busy herself with finishing the stitching and ignoring Sweetie’s petty taunting. She didn’t blame her with a figure like hers, but it got old very quickly. “Wait, that can’t be right. After all my waist measurement is actually smaller than yours, right?” Rarity looked up to glare at her sister’s extreme hourglass figure as the brat giggled again. Rarity snapped off the thread from her needle with an annoyed tug. “Alright, try it on.” Sweetie smiled and took her dress. Rarity got back on the stool as Sweetie stepped into it and began to shimmy it on. Once it was pulled high enough Rarity helped to lift and adjust it as well. “Hmm, it still feels a little tight. Both down here,” Sweetie grabbed her ass with her left hand, “and up here,” she said as she grasped a boob with her right. “Too bad,” Rarity said as she yanked up the zipper. Sweetie gave a sharp inhale as her waist was pulled in by the tight fabric. This gave Rarity the chance to smirk instead. “What’s the matter, dear? A bit of fat going elsewhere for a change?” Sweetie giggled at the unexpected comeback from Rarity. She knew that she did sometimes go a bit far with the teasing, but she didn’t try to be too mean. She gave an amused look back at Rarity as she gave her a little bump with her butt and Rarity couldn’t help but let out a small laugh herself. “Alright, step back and let’s see how you look.” Sweetie took a step ahead and turned, striking a few poses in her gown. Rarity looked at her sister’s enormous bust that distended against the fabric and showed more cleavage than the design intended, down to her wasp waist, and her ass that would need two chairs to comfortably allow her to sit. “You look marvellous!” Sweetie beamed back in return and blushed a little. “Thank you, Rarity.” She liked to act supremely confident, but hearing a genuine compliment from her big sister really helped to reassure her. Just then there was a knock at the door. “Aah! Rarity, can you answer it? I need to get my purse!” Sweetie said as she hurried out of the room with a another wooden cracking noise. Rarity’s good mood faltered. Maybe she could see Twilight about a spell for her door frames that would give her Sweetie good zap the next time her size damaged them. She walked down the stairs and tried not to dread opening it. She was jealous enough of Sweetie’s body and didn’t want to be jealous of her boyfriend too. She could only imagine the tall, handsome, massive hunk that a girl like her could pull in. Rarity finally opened the door and looked up. Then, seeing nothing, looked down to find a short, thin boy in a suit holding a tiny bouquet as he shook in place. “H-hello Missus Rarity. I’m here to see Sweetie Belle?” Pipsqueak said with his characteristic Trottingham accent. “Oh, you are just adorable! Yes she should be-” she was cut off as heavy footfalls reverberated through the house from the stairs “-right here.” “Hi Pipsqueak!” “H-hi Sweetie I brought you these fl-” Pipsqueak tried to say until he was forced to stop when Sweetie hurried over and hugged him far tighter than Rarity thought seemed safe. He tried again when he was let go. “Hi Sweetie I brought you these flowers.” Rarity leaned over and took a hold of them. “I’ll put these in water, don’t you worry. And I must say Sweetie, I was expecting someone a bit stouter so do be sure not to break your date, okay?” She said as she winked at Pipsqueak who blushed and lowered his head. Sweetie recoiled. “Ew, no, you can have your big guys. I like mine adorable!” Pipsqueak raised his arm and offered it to his date the way a gentleman should, though in their version it involved the lady lifting the boy and holding him against the side of her chest. As unorthodox as it was Rarity figured that this was still close enough. She had trained Sweetie well. As they left Rarity plopped down on her fainting couch already exhausted from the evening. She reached underneath her seat and pulled out a carefully stashed bottle of wine and a good book to read; “Seamstress to Enchantress: How To Have Your Clothes Give You The Oomph You Desire!”