4chan treekicker story

	Prickly leaves rake against your hide in the humid shade of the berry grove.  You wince and try not to get the hempen cord on your basket caught in the bush.  From behind you comes a folksy, good-natured laugh.

	"Whoa, now, sugar cube." says Applejack, emerging from the bushes behind you.  "I think maybe ya can leave the path clearin' to me." she says, with a wink.  Even carrying two large baskets for apples, she effortlessly weaves through the brush ahead of you, unhindered.  You follow her path as best you can, stealing an occasional glance at the orange earth pony's round, muscular rump as it dodges and sways ahead of you.  "Thanks again for helpin' with the chores." she says, "I know that y'all didn't do any farmin' where you're from, but you're bein' a mighty help, gatherin' the harvest berries for us."  She pauses to adjust her hat on her messy blonde mane, her face streaked with sweat.  "Whoo-wee!  Sweatin' like a hog.  It hot enough for ya, sugar cube?"  You trot alongside her, panting and sweating, not quite appearing as physically fit as you would like.  "Well, don't you worry yourself none.  That clearin's just up ahead, and we're a bushel away from a lunch break!  If y'all ain't ever had an Apple family pie, there's no better way to have a slice than right after a hard day's work.  Apple pie, apple cobbler, apple fritters..." before she can list anything else, your stomach violently growls.  Her ears perk up at the sound and you blush, trying to hide your stomach from view.  "Heh, heh..." she chuckles, looking over at you, "Workin' up a bit of an appetite, are ya?  Don't let Granny Smith know, or she won't let ya leave 'til she's fattened ya up good 'n proper.  We're almost there, we just gotta go to where the grove meets the orchard, come on!" she says, cantering ahead of you.  You let out a sigh, exhausted at the thought of moving faster or working harder in this heat.

	You watch her go, and immediately get caught up on a bush.  You bite your lip, struggling to get the basket free, when you see a bunch of blueberries on the bush.  Twigs drooping down to support them, they all practically radiate a healthy shade of dark blue and look ripe for the picking.  Very ripe.  Each one is about the size of a golfball.  they're the ripest blueberries you've ever seen, and they're everywhere.  You were a bit preoccupied before, (with Applejack walking in front of you the scenery was a lot more interesting,) but you didn't notice that great big bunches of them are speckled on all the bushes around you.  You think it seems a bit odd that she would talk about picking the harvest berries in the clearing when these looked so ready to be harvested.  You lean in a little to eat one when Applejack's voice pipes up from the bushes ahead.

	"Oh!  I forgot to mention!" she says.  You freeze, your teeth bared over one of the large blueberries, your eyes going wide.  You don't move an inch.  "Don't pick the wild blueberries that grow around here!" she says.  You nervously dart your eyes to the blueberries you were rearing to eat and back ahead at the bushes, unsure of whether or not she knows what you're doing.  "Don't worry, they're not poison or nothin', they just...well," she says, emerging from the bushes.  You immediately stand straight up, ramrod-stiff, and act casual.  She doesn't seem to notice.  "Sometimes, we grow a crop a little too close to the Everfree Forest, and the fruit comes out...a little funny.  These bushes used to be part of Sweet Apple Acres.  Now, we don't touch 'em, and they don't touch us.  I should'a told ya earlier, but, just wait til we get to the clearing.  Leave these for the Everfree wildlife." she says, cantering off again.  You look at the huge, wild berries and your stomach churns.  You don't want to pick any if it meant letting her down, but...she didn't say anything about eating any of them...You lean in again, taking a blueberry in your mouth and plucking it straight from the bush.  It's delicious!  So, big, ripe,and juicy...surprisingly filling, too!  You lean in and eat a couple more, then trot onward, wiping your muzzle with your foreleg.

	You catch up with Applejack ahead, relieved and satisfied.  With those monstrous blueberries sitting in your stomach the way they are, you feel like you could keep up working for a few more hours, let alone for just one more basket.  Almost immediately, the bushes clear away to an opening of apple trees, with a group of bushes to one side speckled with tiny, pink berries.

	"There she is!  Bet I can fill these baskets with just one buck, just you wait 'n see!" she says.  You nod, grinning.  If you didn't know any better, you'd say it's even cooled off a little.  You feel great!  "Uh, sugar cube..." she says.  You look at her, and she seems fixated on your muzzle.  "Ya got a little somethin'..." she says, pawing at her snout with her hoof.  You give yours a wipe, and look to her for approval.  "Nope, it's still...it's, uh...hm." she says, confused.  "Say...sugar cube..." she says, her eyes narrowing, "Y'all did hear me when I said not to pick the wild blueberries, right?" she asks, with an obvious edge of suspicion to her voice.  You look at her and nod.  "And ya didn't pick any, did ya?" she asks.  You shake your head vehemently, showing her your basket for proof.  "Alright, alright.  Just checkin', is all." she says, turning away.  You look in your basket and back at her, wondering what that was about.  She turns back to you.  "Ya eat any?" she asks, a mischievous gleam in her eye.  The question catches you off-guard, and you look at her wide-eyed and gulp.  Hesitantly, you shake your head a little.  She cocks an eyebrow.  "That right." she says.  She knows you're lying.  You don't know how, but you can tell she knows.  "Well, ya got any explanation as to why y'all're turnin' blue, then?" she asks.  Now you're confused again.  Turning blue?  You're not turning-

	Mother of Celestia, you're turning blue!  You stare, shocked, at one foreleg and hoof, then the other.  Instead of their normal color, your coat is now a deep, rich blue.  You look down, panicking, and see it all down your shoulders, your chest, your sides and belly...and it's spreading!  Like fire licking away at the edge of paper, you can see the inky blue color bleed over your haunches and flanks, and down your hind legs.  You're blue from nose to tail!  All you can do is look this way and that, examining this strange blue coloring in shock.

	"But, nah...you said yourself, y'all didn't eat any, right?" she asks.  You stand up stiffly again and stare at her, nervously sweating.  This is a trap.  You shake your head again.  "'Course..." she adds, "If y'all did eat those blueberries, your stomach would'a started feelin' mighty upset by now..."  Right on cue, you feel that weight in your stomach turn over.  You grimace a little and tenderly put a hoof to your tummy as it churns and rumbles, a pressure building inside.  You suddenly feel gassy.  Bloated.  "But, that's alright, cause y'all didn't eat any of the blueberries." she says, leaning in a little closer, "...did ya?" she asks.  Biting your lip, gingerly covering your stomach with one hoof, you look her in the eyes and shake your head again.  Ooh, that pressure!  It just keeps on building and building... "Saaayyy..." Applejack trails off, walking around you.  "That's an impressive gut ya got there, sugar cube." she says, teasingly.  Slowly, she paces a circle around you, looking at you from every angle.  With the increasing pressure in your belly and being obviously caught in your own lie, you just stand there and try to play it cool, badly.  You still can't help but shy away from the orange earth pony at every angle she's getting an eyeful of you from.  "I didn't tighten your billet too tightly, did I?" she asks.  You wince and quickly shake your head.  You feel her foreleg wrap around your shoulders and she brings up up onto your hind legs, side by side with her.  When you look at your blue belly, you almost scream.

	It's bloated and protruding outwards like a pregnant mare's!  In contrast to Applejack's trim, muscular tummy, the billet strap securing the basket to your body squeezes tightly across it; your soft, rotund stomach bulging on either side of it like rich, blue dough.

        "Hm, well will ya look at that." Applejack says, running one of her hooves lightly across the billet strap.  Your ears perk up as you hear the woven material of the strap creak and protest.  Was that from Applejack, or...or are you getting bigger?  "I could'a sworn I didn't tighten it too much when I put it on!  Why didn't ya say anything sooner?  'Course, if y'all ate the wild blueberries, this'd be more of a problem."  You look at her, concerned, and wishing she would elaborate.  "Oh, I did mention what happens when ponies eat those berries, didn't I?" she says with rather poor sarcasm, clearly enjoying herself.  You slowly shake your head, worriedly.  "Well.  First, anypony who eats one of those berries turns blue from head to tail, kinda like what's happenin' to you." she says, giving you a poke, "Then, they start a-swellin' up.  Kinda like this, actually..." she says, cupping your belly in her hoof and giving it a jiggle.  Your belly jostles up and down like a waterballoon.  "Cause they're fillin' up with juice.  Blueberry juice.  'N if they had more than one..." she says, resting her hoof on your tight and straining belly, "Then they're gonna get bigger..." she says, moving her hoof outwards, "And bigger..." she moves her hoof further and further outwards, "And bigger, and bigger..." you gulp as you look fearfully at how far out her hoof is from your stomach, "Until they're so blown up full'a juice, they like like a great, big blueberry with horseshoes!"

	With a final creak, the billet strains, and then pops off.  Before the basket even hits the ground, your body surges outward, throwing you off balance.  You're enormous!  You look like you swallowed one of Applejack's giant harvest pumpkins, and it's not just your belly blowing up - your sides are filling outwards, and your flanks and rump are expanding behind you.  You stagger back onto all fours, and your huge new expanse of girth sloshes - it sloshes! - forward with you.  You can feel the juice in your body churning and lapping back and forth as it settles, and you continue bloating and growing in every direction.  Your sides and your rump swell up and out, while your big, round, blue belly billows downward toward the ground.

	"Now!  With all that said 'n done with..." Applejack says.  Her voice startles you, at first, "Got any confessions y'all'd like to make?" she asks.  You look over your growing body nervously, as you get bigger, and bigger, and rounder, and heavier by the second.  You're so nervous, so embarrassed that it's all you can do to shake your head.  "Really?  Cause you're gettin' pretty big 'n swoll up there, sugar cube.  Are you absolutely sure that there weren't no fruit ya ate that y'all aughtn't've?  Ya weren't a big 'ol fat pony when we started this, 'n ya certainly weren't this blue color." she says, poking your girth.  You can feel your belly start to ebb against the ground.  You bite your lip and fight back your impulse to lie again.  You give her a slow, shameful nod.  "There ya go!  Now what did y'all learn?"  You look away as your legs puff and fatten outwards, your big, blue body pushing against them, fighting for space.  "Sometimes a little lie can grow into a big problem, can't it?" she says.  You nod.  "I think y'all can make a fine contribution to the journal after this." she says, with a good natured wink.  You smile back a little at her.  "Alright now." she says, unbuckling and taking her own baskets off, "Let's get back to the barn to get all that juice out'a ya."

	Looking down at your hooves, you figure walking might be a bit more a chore in your current state.  You try to take a single step forward, but your hoof just won't go further.  You grit your teeth, beads of perspiration running down your cool blueberry hide, and heft your girth forward.  Your muscles flex and your hooves grind into the soil as you shift your weight here and exert yourself there, and when you've finally built up enough forward momentum -

STAMP

	Your body sloshes and settles around and beneath you.  You breath heavily out of your nostrils.  That's one step.  Oh, boy, this is gonna be a lot harder than you thought.

	"C'mon, sugar ball, the sooner we get back to the barn the better!" Applejack says up ahead.  You look at your huge and still growing body with some concern and try your hardest to walk forward.  With some effort, you manage to build the momentum necessary to keep walking forward; although calling it walking would be generous.  You're waddling like an overstuffed pig.  You shut your eyes tight in embarassment, huffing and puffing as you try to keep your blue body moving.  You flinch every time prickly leaves brush against your stretched-out, rounded hide.  Just when you feel like you might have started to get a handle on things, your belly scrapes against the ground.  You cry out as your entire bloated girth catches on that one point, sending your whole body heaving forwards.  You shut your eyes tight, waiting to smack face-first into the ground at any moment, but you suddenly stop moving forward and start rolling back.  You blink in confusion and with some indignation as you roll backwards, then forwards, and back again, your round body settling to a stop.  Your belly is firmly touching the ground now, and you can feel it growing more and more into it, spreading freely outwards.  You gingerly feel for the ground with your hind legs.  They don't touch anything.  You frantically reach for the ground with your forelegs and make contact, and then push back.  You roll backward, your rear hooves briefly making contact with the ground before rolling back forward.  You aren't really sure what you were trying to accomplish, but it felt like it would help.  You wiggle your legs and your hooves around, but you can't reach the ground anymore.  You can't do anything but sit there and feel your body swelling up around you.  It gets harder and harder to move your hooves around as your legs puff up and expand, and your huge, growing body churns and bubbles and flattens them out as it gets bigger, and rounder, and heavier...

	Your eyes dart this way and that, looking over what few parts of your body you can still see.  It's starting to get harder to move your head, as well, your neck growing with your increasingly-spherical body.  Soon, you start rising.  Floating?  No, not floating.  Your head is growing further and further away from the ground.  Your cheeks start puffing up.  You can't take this anymore.  You take a huge deep breath, shut your eyes, brimming with blueberry tears, and cry out for Applejack.  When she doesn't come right away, you cry for help.

	"Don't move, I'm comin'!" you can hear her yell from ahead.  The bushes ahead of you rustle and the orange earth pony comes dashing out, skidding to a stop at the sight of you.  Her eyes go wide in shock and it takes her a moment to take you all in.  You can feel the juice bubbling somewhere deep inside of you, and your body gurgles as it keeps blowing up and up.  You try to move your legs in response, but all you can do anymore is nervously wiggle your hooves.  You've surpassed her in height, and you can only speculate how big you've gotten, judging by how much she's looking up and around at your body.  You feel absolutely massive.  "Celestia's bells!  You're really swellin' up!" she says.  You pathetically mumble something back at her.  "I gotta get you back to the barn right quick before it's too late!" she says, trotting around your other side.  Your eyes follow her around the huge expanse of your body and you fearfully inquire what she means by that.  She quickly steps back into your field of vision.  "Oh!  Uuhhh..." she says, her eyes wide, searching around and settling on your blueberry body, "Nothin'!  Nothin' at all!" she says, lying badly, and gives your huge body a couple of reassuring pats, your hide wobbling and the juice sloshing.  In response, your body gives a loud churn and gurgle.  Applejack's eyes widen in shock and she pulls her hoof away, turning around and plugging her ears, shutting her eyes tight.  You blink in shock as you both wait, silently.  You flap your hooves uselessly around a little and slowly keep growing.  She opens one eye, then the other and looks back at you.  She immediately breaks into a nervous smile.  "Nope!  You're not in any danger at all, heh heh!" she says.  "But let's do this fast to, uh, get this done fast." she says, trotting around you.

	Your eyes perk up as you feel a couple of hooves press into your hide and shove you sideways.  All of your weight heaves onward and everything starts twisting all topsy-turvy as you roll along the ground.  You reflexively wiggle your tiny hooves around, but you are completely helpless.  Just as you settle to a stop, you feel a couple of hooves push into you again, and you twist around, rolling and rolling onward, feeling Applejack's hooves pushing you steadily.  You turn and turn, rolling and rolling, slowly getting further and further from the ground.  You feel as huge as an elephant, if not more so.  Applejack somehow manages to push along a path with no bushes or shrubbery of any sort to block you or rub against your hide.  As the world turns and turns around you, you dizzily notice that you've finally cleared the orchard.  You briefly catch Applejack running around you, and then feel her pushing on your opposite side, slowing you to a halt upside down on your back, your great, big blueberry belly bulging to the sky.

	"Wait here!  I mean- don't move!  I mean- gah, I'll be right back!" she says beside you, and gallops off.  You lay on your back, listening for her, and instead hear a soft pattering of hooves breaking the uncomfortable silence.  A small, yellow filly wanders into your field of view, looking up at you in awe.  You blink at her.

	"Did y'all eat the blueberries?" she asks you.  You slowly nod your head.  "Yeah, I thought so.  You're gettin' pretty big there, new pony.  Don't worry, my big sis 'n big brother've done this a thousand times.  They'll probably get back before you're too big to fit through the barn doors!" You shut your eyes tight.  You don't know if you believe her or not.  You can't see yourself, but you feel round, tight, and absolutely massive.

	"Applebloom!  Quit botherin' the new pony!" you hear Applejack calling from the house, galloping towards you, along with another, much louder and heavier set of hooffalls.

	"What?  I wasn't doin' nothin'!"

	"Go wait in the house!"

	"I was just chattin' with him, honest!  I didn't tell him he'll pop if y'all don't squeeze the juice out of 'im real quick!"   At that, your eyes shoot wide open.  "Oops..." she adds, guiltily.  Pop?  Like, pop-pop?  Like a great, big, water balloon?

	"Applebloom, keep quiet!"  says Applejack, trotting back into your field of view.  Her huge, red, muscular brother ambles up behind her, taking you all in through half-lidded eyes.

	"It was an accident!  It's not like I also told 'im that you're gonna have to squeeze all the juice out of his-

	"Applebloom!" She says, angrily pointing back to the house.  With her head hung, Applebloom plods away and does as she's told.

	"I was just trying to...no good, never lets me..." she mutters to herself.  Applejack takes a deep breath and turns back to you, smiling.

	"Sorry 'bout that.  My little sister 'n her...uh...her crazy stories!  Heh heh.  Heh." she laughs, nervously, "Y'all ain't got nothin' to worry about.  Y'all're in good hooves now.  Big mac." she says.

	"Eeeeyup." he responds, cantering over to your other side while Applejack walks the other way, opening up the barn door.  You feel a pair of meaty, incredibly powerful hooves sink into your hide, effortlessly rolling you forward.  You wiggle your hooves as you roll into the shade of the barn, stray bits of hay and dirt clinging to your nervously-perspiring hide.

	"Now, don't you worry yourself none, we'll get ya squeezed good 'n proper.  All ya gotta do is lay back and relax." she says, as Big Mac steps inside, closing the barn doors behind him.