A Huge Fluttershy Gets Ready For A Date

It was date night for Fluttershy.  This should be a good thing, a very enjoyable thing, but she wasn’t used to any sort of night like this.  It certainly wasn’t that she was unattractive, far from it, but she just made it a habit of interacting with others so seldomly that no one really got the chance to ask her to do something as formal as a date.  But it had happened.  It had happened with someone who she felt was totally out of her league and she was totally unprepared.

She was due to meet her date in less than an hour.  She had spent the previous two hours alternating between hyperventilating in her bedroom and hyperventilating in her closet, but now realized that she had to focus if she didn’t want to blow it.  And she didn’t want to, not for a date as cool as hers.

She finally got a good look at her clothes without running away which was good progress.  In times like this it was easy to succumb to analysis paralysis so she resolved to just grab as she went and put them on before her nerve failed her again.

Her first pick was... oh dear, a plain, white, button up shirt?  Not exactly formal enough for what was planned, but it didn’t hurt to try, did it?  She could probably accessorize if she wished though this was hardly as elegant as she had hoped.  It could only serve to make things easier if she tried something on.

Her theory proved wrong when she realized just how difficult this shirt actually was to get properly on her.  The first couple buttons at the bottom were fine, but then they were less than fine.  After that point her chest made things a struggle.  She had always been gifted up top, in her youth quickly going from beanpole to beanbags, but it seemed like they never got the hint that she was happy enough with her size thank you very much and instead just kept making her life a centimetre more difficult at a time.

This was much worse than her pessimistic self expected though since this had to be a shirt from her high school days.  She never was good at getting rid of things that held even remote sentimental value.  She could only get the next two buttons done up, enough to cover her nipples at least, before she began to doubt it would go any further.  Now more curious than concerned about style she wondered if she could still wear this old shirt at all.  Surely she hadn’t grown that much since then, right?

She sucked in her breath as best she could and pulled hard on the fabric putting button after button in place.  It was difficult when there was so much breast to move, but got it all the way done up.  Well, aside from the topmost button which was lost somewhere in that old cafeteria after Rainbow decided to startle her and that sharp inhale and jump upward put enough pressure on the poor thing to send it disappearing off in some dusty corner somewhere.

How long had it been since then?  It seemed like yesterday and yet also years.  What happened to that little friend group?  Thinking back to those days Rainbow’s was the only face that wasn’t clouded by a fading memory.  She had loved and laughed with these people but now she struggled with half of their names.  What had they talked about?  What ever happened to all those inside jokes and intimacies that only they had shared?  Those days were real, they happened, but it felt unreal, like it all could have been a dream from the night before only half-recalled.  Was that what would happen to all these moments with her friends even now?

She didn’t have much longer to ponder these questions because one wistful sigh was all that was needed to take out the shirt completely.  That exhale moved the air from her diaphragm to the top her lungs and that tiny shift in pressure caused a cascade of popping buttons from the top down.  The threads holding them on snapped followed closely after by them tapping against the walls of the room and her heavy breasts now hung freely.  Out of reflex she let out an “eep” and covered her breasts though one arm could only very barely cover the important bits.

That one wasn’t going to work.

After gathering up the scattered buttons out of fear of a small animal eating them, choking, and dying, she blindly grabbed another outfit that ended up being a skirt and tank top combo.  Another outfit that wasn’t quite fancy enough for the evening, but this one might be approved by her date for being suitable for doing ‘radical’ things in.  At least this was newer and less likely to explode on her.

She figured the skirt would be easier and slipped that on without issue; her waistline had not grown like her other measurements had.  She then raised her arms as she dropped the top down onto her.  “Oh dear.”  It was clearly intended to be long enough to tuck down into the skirt to complete this simple two piece ensemble but the bottom of the top, rather than hugging her stomach, instead only had enough fabric to cover her breasts.  What little remained hung loosely and she was one wrong movement away from showing underboob.

She pulled it down as best she could, tugging away at it to bring it to a less embarrassing length and it worked, but it had the unfortunate side effect of causing the straps over her breasts to press down against her chest and as the top flattened inwards her breasts pushed upwards in response.  The sight of her efforts was akin to dough rising upwards and deforming against the fabric of her top, but the material had some give to it and it held up well even as she managed to tuck it into her skirt’s waistband.  It was definitely much tighter in the chest than she had hoped for, but it worked.

Satisfied, she looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she absolutely could not wear this outside of her home.  She knew that sometimes cleavage was inevitable at her size, but this was far, far too much.  Her breasts had been shoved up so far that she presented a practical wall of cleavage rather than the usual valley.  She feared she would suffocate if she looked down too far.  Turning around she blushed when she realized that her lower half didn’t fare much better.  It appeared that her ass had continued to grow as well and this older skirt displayed that size much too well for her liking.  She knew Rarity always thought that it was best for her to wear something breezy, but this was probably not what she meant by that.

She attempted to pull down the skirt to cover herself better, but this caused the very small amount of shirt fabric tucked in to come loose and her breasts sprung back to their normal shape and position where they were happiest.  With time running short, she hoped the next outfit would work.

To her surprise, despite covering her eyes and looking away while holding her body as far away from the clothing rack as she could out of fear of what she might find, she finally opened her eyes to see an elegant green dress.  Of course the one made for Gummy’s half-birthiversary party would work!  It was only a couple months ago and Pinkie insisted that it was a much more formal event than Gummy’s normally wild full-birthiversary party.  If she hadn’t worried so much she would have thought of this much sooner.  She made a mental note to not worry as much next time though this would certainly be forgotten the moment anxiety so much as poked its head up over the horizon.

Slipping herself into it the outfit was, if not perfect, still better.  It was a split leg so her large rear had some extra space to breathe, but it was fitted for her bust size and that was not quite what it had been.  Again her enormous breasts had to be shoved up to fit into it properly though she didn’t feel like she was about to explode out of it like she initially feared.

Still, she did some testing.  She did a couple jumps in place and while they bounced a lot they went back into position without so much as an ominous creak.  Rarity probably had made an effort at reinforcing the top, but she did a few more exercises just to be safe.  She gasped in shock.  She sighed wistfully thinking of days gone by.  She adjusted her top to several awkward angles.  She even gave her breasts a few good shoves downward just to make sure nothing was about to break.  And it didn’t.  She put on her heels and with one last satisfied look in the mirror she strutted out the door to meet her date.