Applejack shook her head in denial. Perhaps she'd just had a growth spurt and hadn't noticed it until just now. With that, she continued her work. She was glad she'd taken that small break, though, as she was feeling a lot less worn out now. As she did the next row of trees, however, she began to pick at her clothes, as they just felt tighter and tighter on her. It was when she lifted her ladder up that she felt a snap! on her back, her breasts shifting forward, causing her to nearly lose balance. She reached back, and pulled out her bra, which had been stretched thin, the clasp broken.
"Okay... This isn't a normal growth spurt..." Applejack finally admitted to herself. As if to confirm, the buckle of her belt also snapped open from her widening hips. Surprised, Applejack dashed back to her house. As she ran, she realized her pace was much faster than it would normally be after a day's work. In fact, she wasn't feeling tired at all anymore!
"What's goin' on?" Applebloom asked, seeing Applejack rushing toward her as she sat on the house's porch. Instead of answering, however, her sister just blasted past her at Olympic speeds. "Rude!"
Applejack shut the door behind her with a loud slam. She would normally be more considerate, but something was going on with her. She walked up to her bedroom dresser, realizing that she needed to duck a little just to see her own face in the mirror. Her breasts had only continued to grow, pulling her shirt to it's near breaking point. Her midriff was exposed, her abs looking a little more toned than before, and her hips had grown outward to the point where they were wider than her torso. Her thighs only added to her width, thick enough to extend past her shoulders. Her pants looked equally as tight on her as her shirt. Her hair looked like it was longer. Applejack removed her hat and undid her hairtie to take a closer look, and found that she somehow had no hat-hair, her hair soft and supple as though she'd just left the salon.
As a matter of fact, her whole body looked more refreshed. She'd been working all morning, and yet she had no sweat caking her clothes, no signs of exhaustion, not even any of the dirt and leaves that always covered her when she harvested the orchard. Why was this happening? Was it that strange, golden apple? How much bigger was she going to grow???
Applejack steadied herself. There was no point in worrying about questions she doesn't know the answer to. She needed to figure out what was happening to her. But how...?
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