Mishap (Raffle Winner)

Another day went by and once again nothing of note had happened. Maybe it was the local painting festival taking away all the customers, or the market was just not that favourable for trinket collectors and bauble owners at the moment, but his shop had seen absolutely no one for the past two or three days. In a way, he didn’t really mind; what with everything being kept meticulously clean, it just meant he had a lot of free time on his hooves to catch up on his reading backlog, or maybe even experiment with some spells… but then again, a shop doesn’t exactly keep itself in business without selling anything, and he still had rent to worry about.

The unicorn sighed, letting his head fall onto the counter he was sitting behind. No one there to distract him, but no one there to buy anything from him either. What used to be a rather well-frequented shop had suddenly turned into a desert out of seemingly nowhere, leaving Silent to wonder if something happened and he just wasn’t aware of it. It was unnerving, in a way; being alone for so long wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and after going through a couple of books and triple-checking his inventory, there wasn’t a lot that he could do anymore but… wait.

Wait for customers that wouldn’t arrive, or for a change that, for all he knew, wasn’t going to happen. Maybe, Celestia will it, someone would show up and buy half his stock, like that one time the previous year where an itinerant magician decided she needed stuff for her new show. That was a good day!

But… nothing. Much as he waited for a miracle, none came, leaving Silent to wallow in boredom and isolation until he could think of something to do. It was hard to tell how long it took, seeing as he probably fell asleep for a while without anything to rouse him from it, but the young stallion was startled back to wakefulness when his body went through that weird falling sensation that sometimes crops up. Like a hiccup, he was back up again, staring once more at an empty store and a bunch of dashed expectations; no one there, once again.

Silent rose from his seat, eager to find something to occupy his time with. While the inventory had already been noted down several times, there were some items he hadn’t really looked into; every once in a while, he’d come across some unique trinkets that required more in-depth study, something he’d do in his free time or whenever the shop happened to be empty for long periods of time. More often than not, these magical items would end up being more disappointing than anything else, little more than enchanted baubles left behind by a unicorn with more boredom than sense in their head, but once in a blue moon, whenever Lady Luck showed up at the door, Silent would find something truly unique; maybe it was something worthy of being in a museum, whose curators would pay a pretty sum to have in their collection, or perhaps it’d be a lost treasure belonging to somepony’s influential family.

It barely ever happened, but he always hoped that the next shipment would contain a little surprise like that. Thus, it was the only thing he could think of that could serve to occupy his time while he waited for the phantom customers to show up. Walking through a side door into a secondary storage room, he levitated the sole crate in there above his head, bringing it over to his workshop; it was a quaint little space, with nothing more than a desk, chair and the necessary equipment to analyze potentially unstable magically-infused trinkets, but he liked it that way. It had the tiniest little window on the door, giving him enough of a view of the front desk that he could tell if anyone walked in.

Not that anyone would, but still.

Opening the crate revealed a series of mismatched items that immediately made his spirits drop. He didn’t have the best of luck whenever he bought any of those “grab bag” boxes, most of them being the junk that archaeological expeditions couldn’t manage to sell off to the highest bidder, or stuff that other businesses put up for auction after going bankrupt. He did purchase it, but hadn’t expected the “Small Assortment of Artifacts” to be composed mostly of barely-glimmering pottery and bits of old scrolls. A waste of money if he’d ever seen it, but a waste of his money, so he had to do something about it.

Sadly, most of the junk turned out to be just that, and a frustrated Silent went through the list with some red marker, crossing out every item in sequence while cursing his luck yet again. It was eventually down to the very last one, a small statuette of an alicorn with… some rather exaggerated proportions. Silent didn’t quite like to admit it, but the first thought on picking that thing up by the “wrong” end left him feeling a lot more awkward than it should’ve, doubly so when he placed the object on his table and got to see just what kind of body that little thing was displaying. It was obviously some kind of male fertility idol, though nothing like any of the other ones he’d seen before; even for something of its kind, the size and girth of the sexual attributes was borderline ridiculous in scope, and if not for him helping it stay up, it would topple over from its own, unbalanced weight.

The unicorn couldn’t help but think if that wasn’t the entire point of it, a thought that brought so much of a blush to his face that he had to get up and pace around a bit just to get the idea from inside his head.

Analyzing the trinket didn’t really assuage his fears either; not only did he have to pay very close attention to it, therefore only making the problem of his embarrassment even worse, but the harder he looked into it, the more he began realizing his initial assumptions might have been entirely correct; the object contained some kind of enchantment that was designed to interact with living ponies, a blessing of some kind, most likely unlocked via some sort of religious ritual or complex spell. While the full nature of this bit of magic wasn’t completely clear to him, what was obvious was its intended effect.

And oh boy did he have to swallow down some very lewd ideas when he fully understood what he was dealing with.

Now, he wasn’t exactly lacking in that department himself; while he wasn’t with anyone at that time, it was more due to the time he had to spend managing the shop than anything else. In fact, if he looked down, he’d see quite the noticeable bulge stretching out the fabric on his pants and running down to his knees already; not exactly his regular size, but he wasn’t really all that “regular” as it was. Still, and despite being more well-endowed than just about anypony else he knew, there was always a bit of a nagging thought at the back of his mind, a miniscule, but clearly existent demand for… just a bit more. Not too much, he didn’t want to immobilize himself with his junk, but seeing as he was already that big, why not take it just a couple more steps forward? It’d only be natural, and it’s not like anyone would really mind; he was already massive, after all.

He had to push these thoughts away when they grew more powerful, knowing full well that any stray intention could very well activate some wild magic that would inevitably lead to that trinket activating and doing Celestia-knows-what to him. He put the damned thing down and got up, needing to take a few steps around the shop to calm himself down.

Where, or most importantly who, would take that item? The only option he saw being realistically feasible would be a museum, keeping it safely locked behind two layers of glass with several “DO NOT TOUCH” signs attached to it. Maybe somepony with more money than brains in desperate need of something extra below the waist. But certainly not in his shop, oh no; he couldn’t just have that thing out on display, it was anything but family friendly… or decent… or likely to sell. It might just scare even more people away, something he did not need at that current point in time.

It was settled, then. Silent figured he knew enough about the trinket to catalogue it, so he headed back into the workshop and got ready to package it up in a magically-insulated box so he could then work on finding a private buyer to take it off his hands. It was at that point, of course, that the bell at the front door rang and someone walked into the store, startling the unicorn so hard that he dropped the figurine and only managed to catch it a few inches off the ground, almost having lost the one valuable item in the entire collection. He breathed a sigh of relief before placing it back on the workshop table, not noticing how it, and his horn, had begun to glow with the same colour.

A colour that wasn’t really his.

The newest customer, a mare, was dressed in the traditional festival-goer garb, covered head to toe in paint splotches, and looked to be the happiest she’d ever been in her life. Behind her, just barely visibly on the other side of the door, was a group of ponies in much the same state, leaving Silent slightly confused as to what she might want from someone like him.

“Hello, and welcome to Silent’s Superb Spells & Trinkets Galore, how can I help you?” he enthusiastically declared, placing both hands on the counter and suddenly realizing he was feeling a weird pressure inside of his pants, “H-here because of the festival?”

“Why yes, thank you for asking!” the mare replied, far too cheerfully for Silent’s liking, “Name’s Tristana Easeley, and I have to say, making the trip from Manehattan for the painter’s festival? Worth!”

“Y-yeah, it’s a great show every year!” the unicorn tried to keep his composure, not really succeeding when he began hearing some very faint ripping noises coming from between his legs, “S-so, how c-can I help you today?”

The mare eyed him for a couple of moments, being quiet for just long enough that Silent dreaded the possibility that they might hear what was going on behind the counter. Thankfully for the both of them, even if she did, she chose not to do or say anything about it, instead looking around at the displays and shelves.

“So, I’m looking for something to help me with my projects. Something that’ll help me control multiple brushes at once, thinking of a kind of amplifier or channelling artifact, would you have anything like that?”

“Oh, yes, of course! Right th-”

A loud thump interrupted whatever it was Silent was about to say, and the already-luminescent flushed cheeks he was sporting grew redder still when he glanced down and noticed that, despite his best efforts, his prodigious cock had escaped the confines of his pants; not by ripping them apart, not yet at least, but by literally growing longer than his legs, ending up firmly on the ground while the bulge produced by his balls strained the fabric’s ability to contain it. There was no hiding it, especially when it had just hit the back of the counter loud enough for the mare to hear it, and judging from her expression… she knew exactly what he was hiding.

And yet, she did nothing about it.

“S-so, along this side,” Silent carried on as if nothing of note had just happened, walking sideways in order to keep his shame hidden, “you’ll find a number of powerful amplifiers, made s-s-safe in accordance with re-r-regulation, of course!” - it was growing still, the cloth holding it back becoming more frayed with each second - “Th-though if it were up t-t-to me, I’d pick s-something from cabinet six, yes!”

“Well, if it were up to me, I’d rather you show me just why cabinet six was so important,” Tristana giggled, “given that it’s so high up, I doubt I can reach it!”

To a certain degree, she had a point; she wasn’t a unicorn or a pegasus, and it’s not like Silent kept any ladders for the customers to use. But given the look on her face, and how much her eyes seemed to look down at the counter, he could only assume she knew, she wanted to see it, and she’d play the part of the ignorant bystander for as long as she physically could. This only made it even more unbearable for the young unicorn, who was already so much of a bashful little thing in the best of circumstances that his natural size brought him more awkward moments than enjoyable ones; suddenly undergoing a growth burst like that, and with someone who wanted to encourage him as well, was something he hoped never to have to go through.

“W-While I can understand that, I’ve r-recently… u-uh, broken my ankle, yes!” he quickly thought up an excuse, “S-so I’m unfortunately unable t-to climb up a ladder b-but I can get one if you’d like!”

There. He hoped that would be enough.

It wasn’t.

“Oh, goodness, that’s so terrible!” the painter gasped, approaching the counter at a dangerously quick pace, “Would you like me to take a look? I am a qualified physician, after all, only really found my calling for paint later in my life~”

Her tone was far sultrier than any self-respecting doctor should ever put on, and considering how the earth pony was, by that point, climbing over the counter to get a good look, there was very little Silent could do to stop her. He himself was already halfway to a climax already, and as soon as the last strands of fabric gave in and that monster was released, he tripped over himself and fell down on his ass, with the first thing he saw being his own cock, looming over him.

He was already large before, and clearly that fertility idol decided he should be even larger. In the split second before Tristana literally jumped on him, Silent saw how his shaft had somehow engorged to become as tall as he was, while the nuts underneath it had both swelled to become nearly big enough to fill his entire bed. All of his package squished heavily against the counter, whose groaning wood and cracking glass told him that it wouldn’t be sticking around for much longer; indeed, the moment the mare hopped onto his manhood, the entire front desk blew apart into splinters and shards, freeing Silent from so much pressure that he couldn’t help but moan in satisfaction.

Of course, now he had his back against the wall while his junk was about halfway to the door, something that not only did he never expect to see, but certainly had never really thought would feel so unbelievably good. It was hard to ignore how hard his brain was screaming at him that he needed even more of it, despite every last bit of common sense he had left (all two or so ounces of it) desperately trying to reign in what was a dangerously mounting lust for further growth that he knew would only lead to ruin.

The issue, of course, was that as much as Silent liked to pride himself on being somewhat reasonable, whenever his monster of a cock took the reigns, there was no real way of stopping him; he didn’t turn into a sex-crazed lunatic or anything, but any base desire he might’ve been suppressing up until that point would burst out and take him over. Normally, this meant the shy unicorn embraced just enough of his libido that he became a semi-competent lover, but now that he was infused with the power of the fertility idol, along with carrying a set of balls and a cock that were both rapidly approaching the ceiling and seemed unwilling to stop, the carnal thoughts poking at the back of his head were of a different nature altogether.

He had, on occasion, wondered what it would be like to be that massive. Already being quite large by virtue of lucky genetics, he was no stranger to the occasional glance or the odd dalliance built entirely on how good his one-night-stands thought he’d be in bed; waking up was a pain and a half as well, with his morning wood often being so ludicrously unwieldy that he had to spend a good half an hour just calming down, pouring with sweat and beset by thoughts that were better left away from any permanent record. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to run to the bathroom and let himself empty out into the tub, sometimes not even bothering with heaving his sack onto the damn thing and just dumping it onto the ground; this normally led to a lot of clean-up afterwards, and the main reason why had had decided not to paint his bathroom walls white.

So, he thought, it was only natural that the idea of being even larger occasionally glanced his conscious mind, even if it was just him wondering what that hypothetical scenario would be like. He didn’t exactly want it, nor was he looking forward to it, but he couldn’t honestly say he would deny the chance if given the opportunity to take it. It was a precarious balance that Silent had spent years carefully tending to, unwilling to allow his innermost desires to be freed from their chains.

A balance that had just been completely ruined, entirely by happenstance, by a single trinket.

It was ironic, in a way; he often joked about how his job would be the end of him, but he never quite thought it would end up becoming true in the most lewd fashion possible. If he’d known that such wonders were waiting for him in those “grab bag” purchases, he probably would’ve made more of them, perhaps even tried his luck with exploring ancient ruins himself! Though, the thought of going through that kind of transformation in the middle of the jungle, away from anyone that could help him, was far more terrifying than being eaten by a jungle cat.

All of these ideas and more swam around in his head while his body continued to work its way through his shop, tearing apart the floor and completely destroying what remained of the shelves on either side of the room. When Silent focused again, he couldn’t even see the mare who had leaped onto him; it was hard to see anything, really, when his cock alone was already too big for him to hug properly and his balls had bloated to the point where he had to put his legs over them just so they wouldn’t be broken from the strain. Each heartbeat brought with it a low, rumbling thrum, as the vibrations coursed through his immense package and added a few more inches every time. His whole body felt like it was attached to some kind of enormous biological loudspeaker, what with his ribcage rattling and his head banging every time he had to listen to the reverberations coming from within the colossal cum factories he had attached to him.

The trinket store was officially a thing of the past; even if he wanted to rebuild it, he was pretty sure his entire stock had just been completely destroyed, and all of the profits along with it; much as he had his insurance up to date, he had serious doubts over whether or not they’d cover what was effectively something of his own doing, even if he had no way of knowing it was going to happen. Part of him wanted to start thinking about what he was going to do with his life, but it was quickly snuffed out by the overwhelmingly powerful notion that his manhood was poking against the ceiling and the façade of his shop was breaking down under the pressure from his nuts.

Somewhere in the middle of all that sloshing and churning, the mare that started it all was enjoying herself quite thoroughly, rubbing against a shaft that was several times larger than her after having thrown away all of her clothing. There wasn’t a lot left to her mind either, mostly just the desire to fuck her own brains out while rubbing herself on Silent’s cock, but at least she had the decency to keep going even long past the point where she should have achieved climax; whether it be her own stamina, or some kind of secondary effect from the fertility idol, even the unicorn could tell that she was a mare possessed, her frenzied bucking and thrusting far surpassing anything he had ever seen or experienced before. It should’ve been a warning that he was dealing with magic far more powerful than he anticipated, but frankly, all he could really care about was how to magnify the sensations even more.

Around the time that the front door began to crack and the plaster around it started to disintegrate, Silent heard the ceiling above him shatter, his rod having grown simply too large to be contained in a single floor. Mercifully, the only thing he’d be ruining would be his own bedroom, which was probably far too small to contain him anymore anyway; with no one else living in that small building, he could grow as much as he wanted to… a realization that came with a size boost of its own, when the last remaining barrier to Silent’s explosive ascension was removed by the pony himself, after coming to the conclusion that, quite frankly, he shouldn’t be holding back anymore.

So many years he’d spent feeling ashamed of his girth, trying to hide it away or downplaying its full size, whether it be through baggy pants or concealment spells. At the time, he thought it only natural to do so; it was embarrassing to him, it was a chore to keep and maintain, and thus he felt that “out of sight, out of mind” was the best way to deal with it. But now that his true power was being unleashed, for that was what was happening right there, that thought became more and more irrational the more Silent dwelled on it. Why should he be hiding, why should he be keeping it away from everyone, when clearly his destiny was to be the biggest pony in Canterlot in the most literal sense of the word?

This self-acceptance did wonders for the physical pain he had been feeling; up until then, the pressure mounting inside of him kept him so tightly stretched that every moment he didn’t want to moan out for more he felt like he needed to scream out for it to stop. But, as it turned out, all he really needed to do was sit down and learn a bit of self-love, because as soon as he embraced the fact that he was supposed to grow that large, the pain magically went away, replaced with a permeating sense of satisfaction that would have made him relax every muscle in his body, had it not also triggered the second half of his transformation.

Silent could’ve been excused for thinking that the trinket would only affect the package between his legs; it was a fertility idol, after all, so why should it do anything to him besides making him more virile? The possibility that it might affect anything else didn’t even cross his mind, not until he looked to the side and noticed his right arm was significantly bulkier than it had been before, something mirrored on his left side; his torso looked hilariously tiny in comparison to those immense piles of sinew attached to him… at least until it, too, began to grow.

Had the unicorn retained the slightest bit of sense to him, rather than succumbing to his mounting growthlust entirely, he would’ve realized that a cock the size of a building and a pair of balls to match were completely useless if the pony attached to them couldn’t actually… use them. Thus, whatever magic was inside the idol was making sure that not only would he be able to carry such a weight around, but that he could put it to good use as well; not that anyone would be able to take him at the size he was at, but at least he could paint some other part of Canterlot white, rather than just his immediate vicinity.

The small crowd that had gathered around his store had already been feasting their eyes on the most delectably obscene sight to have ever blessed the capital of Equestria: a good half of Silent’s cock was already visible after breaking through his roof, while each of his nuts, as big as the building they exploded from, had completely blocked the road, forcing anyone wanting to walk to or from the festival to either wait until it blew over, stand there in admiration or try and find another route around them. No one really picked options one or three, so the unicorn had to contend with a growing number of ponies who were unashamedly rubbing themselves against his heft; a welcome sight and a welcome feeling, now that he had embraced his destiny as the most well-endowed pony around, and it was a wide, inviting smile that his lovers saw once his head destroyed what was left of the upper floors, emerging from the wreckage at about the same time as his arms nearly destroyed the nearby buildings around it when Silent used them as leverage.

Finally free from the tight confines of his shop, Silent could stretch out and find some measure of comfort now that he was in the open. Everything looked so different when he looked at it from his new perspective; even the royal palace, off in the distance, looked awfully close and tiny when he scrambled onto his feet, only then realizing that he was just the slightest bit taller than the many buildings around him. His growth seemed to have stabilized, petering off until, with one last spurt, the final feet of cock and remaining tons of nutflesh were added onto his frame, his package rumbling to a halt just before the parapet leading to the valley below.

There was a moment of silence, where the only thing anyone could hear was the cacophonous churning of cum roiling away inside of Silent’s balls. No one did anything, happy to stand or sit there listening to that glorious sound… at least until another one joined in: metal groaning. Immediately the crowd realized that the struts keeping that section of Canterlot up on the mountainside were beginning to fail, and without exchanging even a single word they divided up the many tasks necessary to reinforce their small slice of heaven. Silent didn’t even have to do anything; his new fanclub did all the work for him, making sure that he could remain safe and sound, even if he was effectively “doomed” to a life of immobilization, even his immense new body being woefully insufficient when compared to the gargantuan size of his sexual apparatus.

***

Two weeks later, and business was booming. Ever since Silent’s small experiment, his body had become Canterlot’s newest and most luxurious tourist hotspot, with ponies from all over Equestria flocking to the capital for a chance at climbing onto just about any part of him. While the unicorn had exercised enough to be able to move around, city authorities respectfully requested that he didn’t, seeing as they didn’t exactly have the money required to make sure the rest of the city could withstand his titanic weight. Not being one to stand around doing nothing, however, Silent took the opportunity to fix that problem himself, with a grand reopening of his new shop!

Now, he knew no one visited him for the trinkets; it was ridiculous to think so, especially when he himself thought of it as a sideshow, at best, compared to the main attraction that was the package between his legs. Ever since that fateful day, he still hadn’t stopped leaking, the thick torrent of cum spooling onto the lands at the base of the mountains and creating a brand new river, with a lake forming on the lowlands. Rather than emptying out, Silent found himself slowly growing larger, what with his balls in particular having grown several feet since the first day of his new life.

Still, he had to make money somehow, and what better way than to sell off his surviving stock as souvenirs? He got into the business very quickly and found out he had a knack for marketing when given the right push, so not only did his visitors get to experience the glory that was his form for a couple of hours, they could then return home with a novelty t-shirt, or even a bottle of his seed if they were feeling particularly adventurous! Neither Celestia nor Luna were quite enthused with the idea of their city turning into the obscene spectacle of debauchery that Silent had turned it into, but until they could find a way to turn him back to normal, they’d just have to deal with it.

The unicorn, meanwhile, had gone to great lengths to ensure the fertility idol was well-hidden, having sent it off with a trusted friend to be buried somewhere even he didn’t know about. Hopefully, this would be enough to keep its effects on his body for as long as he could, maybe even permanently; after all, the last thing he wanted to go back to being small!