>it was a sunny day in Ponyville
>several of its denizens milled about on their daily business
>a solitary figure shuffled through the streets]
>she was hunched over, hands in her pockets
>with each step, she idly kicked a loose pebble along in boredom
>this was the third time this month that Bon Bon had kicked Lyra out of the house while she worked
>it wasn’t like she ate TOO many of the freshly made sweets
>it was only like a dozen or so!
>ok, maybe two this time
>it wasn’t her fault though
>they were just too good to resist
>either way, she now had several hours to kill before Bon Bon would’ve cooled off enough
>she didn’t even have her lyre to practice on in the park
>stuck outside with nothing on hand to entertain herself, she fell back on plan B
>wander aimlessly
>she eventually found herself by the Ponyville library
>maybe some light reading would help her to pass the time
>she opened up the front door and was immediately assaulted by the scent of old paper and book bindings
>for such a modest town, the Ponyville library was pretty impressive
>it had shelves upon shelves of tomes ranging a variety of topics
>she had never really visited the library before
>the large repertoire probably had to do with Twilight, the new librarian
>she seemed to be the type who enjoyed reading far more than anyone should
>unsure where to start, Lyra wandered throughout the shelves at random
>every so often, she’d pick a book and skim for a bit
>few managed to hold her interest for long
>at one particular shelf, she was about to pull another book when she heard voices on the other side
>”Ah told ya Twi, no means no.”
>Lyra recognized the distinctive accent as Applejack, the farmer who lived on the outskirts of town
>now more interested in eavesdropping, she pressed up against the shelf to better hear
>”Come on Applejack! If you would just let me try this one spell-!”
>”How many times do Ah hafta tell ya no?”
>”But with this, you could increase your crop yield tenfold!”
>”Twi, we Apples pride ourselves in honest, hard work”
>”We don’t need no fancy magic to make our apples grow larger”
>there was a groan of frustration as Twilight admitted defeat
>AJ’s stubbornness was the thing of legends
>curious, Lyra wanted to see what they were talking about
>she waited until they had both left to emerge from her hiding spot
>near the area where the two were standing a book slightly jutted out
>she picked it from its resting spot and read the cover out loud
>”The Principles of Altering Size of Flora and Fauna”
>something about the title seemed to call out to her
>she looked about and spotted that there was a reading table nearby
>she took her prize and plopped into one of the chairs
>the book was full of pretty technical stuff
>it was way beyond most of her magical abilities
>or it seemed that way at first
>eventually she began to make sense of the text
>in fact, she was sure that she could actually perform the spells listed here
>and it was in that moment that she had a devilishly good idea
>an idea that involved two of her favorite “pillows”
***
>several hours had passed before Lyra even had realized it
>the sun hung low in the sky
>it cast a golden glow into the library
>Lyra had managed to finish the entire text
>Bon Bon had probably cooled down hours ago
>Lyra decided that it was probably best to head back now
>she left the reading table, book in hand
>when she reached the spot where the book belonged on the shelf, she stood for a moment
>after some deliberation, she decided to check the book out for a while
>at the main desk, that weird Spike kid was sitting, bored
>what was even his deal, was he Twilight’s kid brother or something?
>either way, she signed up for a temporary library card and was on her way, book in tow
>Lyra practically skipped back to the cottage
>she was excited to try her new spell out
>when she reached the front door, she paused to compose herself
>Bon Bon was bound to give her an earful after this morning
>she grasped the handle and pulled open the door
>inside was a small feast
>Bon Bon had probably spent the afternoon putting it together
>but between Lyra and the table was Bon Bon herself
>her arms were crossed and she had a grumpy look on her face
>as usual
>Lyra had gone through this process to know that she had to take the first step
>”I’m really sorry about earlier Bonnie”
>Lyra had her best apologetic face on
>she knew that Bon Bon couldn’t resist it for long
>still with the surly look, she somehow managed to hold out
>”Look, you know how expensive it can get when you eat all the candies I make”
>”We can barely make ends meet as is!”
>Lyra knew she was right
>her poor discipline was literally eating them out of house and home
>she hung her head in shame, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes
>eventually Bon Bon’s face softened
>”Please, just try to have a little more control, ok?”
>she ended with a small smile
>Lyra knew that was an invitation
>she ran forward and buried her face into Bon Bon’s chest
>all was forgiven
***
>after their dinner, Lyra convinced Bon Bon to let her give a massage
>”I feel really bad about before, let me make it up to you!”
>after enough persuading, Bon Bon finally gave in
>Lyra was ecstatic that she agreed
>now she could put her plan into action
>she had Bon Bon remove her clothing and lay out on a towel
>her partner wasn’t a model by any means
>but she certainly had curves in all the right places
>her large, squishy buttocks rose into the air like twin mountains
>Bon bon’s ample busom, Lyra’s favorite, rested gently on the ground as she propped herself on her forearms
>she wasn’t fat in the slightest, just very well developed
>being able to give massages was just as much of a treat to Lyra as it was to Bon Bon
>she quickly got to work, starting with the muscles of the shoulders and neck
>working knots and relaxing the muscle, Lyra put her plan into action
>her concentration was split on casting the spell from the book and keep up the massage
>she couldn’t let Bon Bon grow suspicious, lest she get caught in the act
>siding on caution, she only cast a truncated version of the spell
>immediately, Bon Bon began to grow
>her limbs stretched outwards as her body expanded
>Lyra quickly realized a flaw in her plan
>Bon bon was bound to notice that everything was suddenly getting smaller!
>luckily, her eyes were closed in extreme pleasure from the massage
>Lyra took advantage of the moment and quickly weaved an illusory web around her partner
>now was the moment of truth
>she finished her massage and waited for Bon Bon to rise
>and rise she did
>she stood several inches taller now, her entire body stretched out in proportion
>before the two girls used to be about the same height
>now she stood about half a head taller than Lyra
>it wasn’t much, but it was a start
***
>the last few days were certainly stressful for Bon Bon
>after Lyra ate her last batch, she had to work doubletime to fill her pending orders
>she hadn’t even left their home in a few days
>Lyra seemed to be doing her part to help though
>those nightly massages were doing wonders for her
>it was like Lyra had the magic touch
>every night, she had focused on a different part
>tonight was bound to be especially good
>Lyra was going to work on the thighs
***
>keeping an illusion up all the time was taking its toll on Lyra
>luckily it had worked like a charm
>everything seemed to be just perfectly sized in a bubble around Bon Bon
>she had to do some quickly magical altering of Bon Bon’s clothing as well
>Lyra didn’t know how she would explain her partner’s breasts suddenly ripping through her favorite shirt
>even though she wouldn’t mind seeing it
>in fact she’d rather enjoy the sight
>every night, she would get to work on massaging Bon Bon’s muscles
>and every night Bon Bon would grow a little more
>right now Lyra probably came right up to her waistline
>this height definitely had possibilities but it still wasn’t quite right
>every time Bon Bon grew, the illusory bubble shrank just a little bit more
>every night, it was harder and harder to keep her plan hidden
>there were also some close shaves regarding doors
>she almost gave herself away on several occasions as well
>the most recent had been just her standing behind Bon Bon
>noticing that she was being watched, she had turned around
>”What ARE you doing, Lyra?”
>without even thinking, she mumbled
>”Just enjoying the view.”
>that earned a quizzical look
>”What?”
>snapping back to reality, Lyra dismissed it hastily
>”N-nothing…”
>luckily, Bon Bon was willing to drop the matter
***
>another few sessions and Bon Bon could barely fit into the room anymore
>she was probably close to 15 to 20 feet tall at this point
>the illusory bubble was limited to her immediate person now
>she was in the kitchen, finishing up the last batch of sweets for the order
>her apron, usually enough to cover her torso and legs barely fit past her breasts
>the timer on the oven rang and Bon Bon walked over to retrieve the sweets
>her potholders were barely large enough for a few fingers
>something happened in that exact moment
>the illusion reached its limit and dissipated
>suddenly, Bon Bon’s perspective shifted
>for a moment, she sat there, mouth scrunched up
>beset by vertigo, she stumbled back
>a chair toppled over as she backpedaled, taking her with it
>she lay there until her senses returned
>”LYYYYYYYYRAAAAAAA!”
***
>after a lengthy explanation, Lyra paused before revealing her reasons
>she started at Bon Bon’s breasts, not large enough for Lyra to longue on like a couch
>following her gaze, Bon Bon realized what Lyra was implying with her stare
>she was silent for a moment
>then broke out into roaring laughter
>”Lyra you silly, you could’ve asked!”
>she gently bopped Lyra on the head
>well, gently for her, Lyra was momentarily stunned
>taking advantage, Bon Bon gathered Lyra up into a smothering hug
>”Say, can we keep doing this? Just without the illusions?”
>surprised to hear the suggestion, Lyra flashed a big grin and climbed out of Bon Bon’s hug
>she rested in between her partner’s breasts
>once she was nestled comfortably in her cleavage, she answered
>”Only if I get to keep my new bed”
>She was going to have to visit that library more often
 
Fin