The time in Ponyville was in the middle of the afternoon, when the temperature was at it's peak, not a cloud in the sky and plenty of work to do, especially considering how hot the sun was that day. There were ponies setting up shop to start their businesses for the day, such as food stands, clothing shops, along with other vendors that frequented down town. Down on the farm, plenty of work needed to be accomplish, prompting a series of grunting and distressed noises that could be heard down at Sweet Apple Acres, which was cause for concern for some of the residents that lived there.“Hnnnngh! Ugh…” Strained a familiar orange earth pony, trying to pull a large, old plow by herself since there was nopony around to assist her in plowing the ground for next season’s crops, straining to pull it through the dry, crusty soil. “Come…on…!” Strained the orange, southern pony, the plow moving rather slowly, only making slight progress. Hours slowly passed, only seeming to turn a fraction of the ground before nightfall. The orange, sweaty farmer mare known in Ponyville as Applejack panted heavily before she would halt her progress, freed up the harness and threw it off of her waist, before taking a few moments to address what progress she managed, removed her Stetson and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Hoo-wee…that sure was harder than it needed to be.” Said Applejack, removing her Stetson and fanned it across her face, panting a little. “Sure was a scorcher today...Gonna have to call it quits for now, since it's gettin' dark and all.” said the work horse, walking towards the house, located next to the barn. With her older brother’s injury from bucking a large tree too hard for the last few apples, Big Macintosh was out of work to heal, leaving Applejack to do some of the harder work instead.Applejack would let out a short inhale, followed by a sharp exhale in the form of an exasperated sigh just as she slowly approached the front door just as her belly begun to growl a little, indicating that she felt hungry. “Phew! I sure do haves me a hankerin' for some grub!” Said Applejack out loud just as she approached the walkway, patting herself on the belly, feeling it growl a little bit more, demanding energy from a hard day's work in the form of some sort of sustenance. Approaching the front entrance, she would slowly nudge the front door open, prompting it to creak open and stepped in before closing the door quietly, then turned on the lights. It would appear that everyone in the household was asleep, the sounds of snoring from the house's occupants filled the still air. Applejack slowly crept towards the kitchen area, being careful not to disturb any of the other occupants in the household, only pausing once she heard the floorboard creak under her weight, continuing a few moments afterwards. Eventually, the Stetson-cladded mare inched towards the pantry, opened it up and peered inside the slightly dusty interior. Inside, there was half of a loaf of white bread, a head of a green cabbage that seemed to be a little overripened, a couple of apples and a can of some sort of unknown substance. Reaching for the apple, she grabbed one of them, then looked at this can. She scratched her head and examined the can closely, noticing the lable was torn slightly. Squinting her eyes, she struggled to read what it said. "Er...what's this?" She asked herself, tilting her head a few degrees. For a few moments, she did ponder this can. A moment or two passed, followed by a shrug before she placed the can and the apple on the table, taking out a can opener from the cabinet and closed the cabinet quietly. She grabbed at her belly again, which growled once more. "Eh, whatever this is, I'm sure it'll take care of this here rumblin'." She stated to herself before opening the can with the can opener and pulled back the top. Peering in, she saw what appeared to be green leaves and brown beads floating in some sort of thickened sauce. Shrugging again, she then opened her mouth and tilted her head back, then begun to pour the contents of the can into her mouth, downing the whole can's contents in one swift, audible gulp, burping loudly causing the sound to echo throughout the house, surprisingly not waking anypony up.

Aurp!

Applejack exhaled sharply before inhaling slowly just as she discarded the can into a nearby waste basket. "Hoooo-weeee! That sure did hit the spot!" She said, before covering her mouth, realizing that she was being entirely too loud. "Shoot...better finish up in here before I end up wakin' up the whole house." She whispered to herself, grasping the apple and made quick work of it, biting the apple in half and begun consuming the apple. *crunch munch* Less than a couple more bites and the apple was no more, swallowing it down quickly. All that was left was the apple core, which was swiftly discarded. Applejack's belly growled again, causing her to groan a little. She hummed to herself and looked into the pantry. "Well..a couple more things shouldn't hurt nothin'." She said quietly before opening up the cabinet again, grasping the apple and cabbage, biting into the apple and made short work of that, as well. *munch crunch* In less than a few bites, the apple was gone, even part of the core, leaving just the seeds and part of the stem. She set down what was left of the core and grasped a bunch of leaves off the cabbage, only managing to fit two leaves in her mouth, chewing them up for some time before her muzzle scrunched in disgust, forcing herself to swallow the two mouth fulls of leaves. "Bleh...think it's gone bad." Applejack gagged a little as she placed the overripe cabbage on the table and begun heading to her room. "That just about spoiled what was left of my appetite...may as well hit the sack while I'm at it." she said to herself, walking towards her room, approaching the area and opened the door. The tired Applejack walked into her room and went to close the door, barely noticing that the door was slightly ajar right as she flopped onto her bed and sprawled out her limbs, laying on her belly. "Phew...I sure am tired...got a lot of work to do tomorrow." She said as she drifted off to sleep, snoring loudly. Through the night, grumbling and gurgling could be heard coming from Applejack’s bed, though the bed's occupant would hardly notice while she slept. 

The next morning came by, the sound of roosters crowing woke Applejack up first, causing her to yawn and stretch. “Hoooo-weeee... just what I needed.” She stated, still groggy from just waking up. Applejack raised a brow when she felt her belly rumble and gave it a small pat. “I know, I know. Breakfast time, right?” Said Applejack to her belly, then wondered why she was even talking to it in the first place for a moment. She shrugged before rolling out of bed, stretching and shaking herself off like a dog would. Her belly begun loudly gurgling again, causing her to clutch her slightly rounded midsection in discomfort. “Ooff…that midnight snack from earlier isn’t quite sitting well with me…time to relieve some pressure.” She said, making sure nopony else was around before she arched her back a little. Noticing that everypony else was still sleeping, she figured that the coast was clear, since nopony else was in the room anyways. “Alright…let's let 'er rip. Hnngh!” She grunted, sticking her hindquarters up a little while trying to expel the built up gas from last night, brewing in her belly since then. No gas escaped her orange flanks, which surprised her, a slight bit of worry set in. “Uh-oh…let’s try again. Hrrrrrrngh!” Applejack grunted louder, trying to push harder to get those gas bubbles out of her. She only felt more pressure build, giving her a slightly rounder belly along with more abdominal discomfort. Applejack begun to get a little annoyed and glared at her own back end. “What’s the matter with ya?!” She said, smacking her own flanks around a little, making them turn red a little. She inhaled sharply, clenched her hooves and tried very hard to push her pent up gas out, hard enough that she begun to sweat profusely, lifting her tail up and strained hard.  “C’mon…out…ya…go…! Come…on…! Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrngh!” She strained harder still, but nothing would come out, causing her to exhale slowly, panting a little and let her tail flop back down again. “Okay…this time I got it!” She said, straining her absolute hardest, veins popping out of her forehead as she tried with all her might to force out those gassy emissions, to no avail, causing her to flop over on her belly with her rump in the air, supported by her growing belly, which propped up her back end, pointing it towards the ceiling. Unknown to Applejack, her belly was gradually growing again, though she ending up passing out again from trying to force out the gas. 

Hours later, some grunting could be heard inside the kitchen, causing a commotion in the household. A red, larger stallion limped into the kitchen to examine the issue, seeing a very bloated Applejack laying on the kitchen table with her legs up, her Stetson in her mouth, straining really hard, biting her hat. “Hrrrrrn! Hnnnnnnnnngh! Why can’t I fart?!” She exclaimed to herself, dropping her hat just as Big Macintosh approached her. He looked at her with a quizzical expression, to which she replied, looking distressed. “N-not now, Big Mac…I’m slap-dab in the middle of a crisis right now!” She exclaimed, still straining hard, grunting loudly. The older, bigger brother would examine her midsection, puzzled, placing a big hoof on the middle, causing it sinking in a little. “Ooff…if y’all must know, I have not farted hours! I’ve tried everything! I’ve tried eating a whole stinking pot of baked beans, I’ve tried drinking a gallon of milk, I’ve tried eating a heaping ton of apple fritters, I’ve even tried eating that rotten cabbage that we should have thrown out weeks ago!” She said, pointing to the various remnants of mentioned goods that she has consumed, from a discarded pot that held baked beans, to an empty milk carton, to crumbs from the apple fritters, to the scraps of the bad cabbage. She looked back up at him, continuing. “Nothing works, Big Mac! Isn’t there anything we can do?!” She asked desperately, holding her midsection, which churned and groaned, pressure only building up further, vibrating rapidly against his large, working hooves. Even though her belly remained soft, it still bloated to uncomfortable levels. Big Mac scratched his head, still looking down at her, quizzingly. “Yep.” He simply said. “Oh, good…what would that be?” She asked, rubbing her belly still. He turned around and walked away for a few seconds, returning shortly with a piece of paper in his hooves and gave it to her. Applejack took the paper, and read in. “Bean Soup, huh? It’s worth a shot. Think there’s a place still in town?” She asked, to which Big Mac replied. “Yep.” He said, pointing outward. “Erm…couldja help me towards the door, then?” She requested, to which he gestured to the wrappings on his back, indicating his injuries. "Nope." Applejack huffed a little before she attempted to get up, straining quite a bit. "It would really be of some help, y'know..." she said, just as she stood up partway. Big Mac replied. "Nope." to which Applejack huffed again, standing up before making her way towards the door.

Applejack begun to slowly walk into town, her belly only getting worse and worse as time went on, growing a few more inches. At this point, it looked like she swallowed a soccer ball, approximately twenty-four inches in diameter. “Where’s that gosh darn stand at?! I feel like I’m gonna pass out!” She said, looking around town frantically. Suddenly, an unoccupied food cart caught her eye, looking upon it with her tongue hanging out and drooling a bit. Trying to hurry towards the cart, she tripped and tumbled towards it instead, clunking her head against the stand and causing it to collapse. She shook her head and readjusted her hat to fit her head right again, standing up and tapped on the stand impatiently. “I need the biggest bowl of bean soup ya got!” She said, not noticing right away that nopony was there, nor that the stand collapsed. They were most likely on break. She looked down at the broken cart, noticing a big pot, bubbling with, what appears to be some fluid. She looked on the side of the pot and it read “Aged bean soup with a side of Lima beans.” Applejack blinked, looked from left to right, then lifted the pot and tossed a bag of bits on what was left of the counter, hoping that will cover the costs of the soup and the pot, then begun to sprint towards the woods with the pot of bean soup, spilling a little bit along the way. Applejack found a nice little spot underneath a tree near the Everfree Forest and, without a second thought, begun to chug down the many liters of bean soup, tilting it against her open maw, barely missing a single drop. glnp…ulrp…grlp…ulnp… Gulp after gulp, chug after chug, her belly rounded out a little more, beginning to expand further, hanging down a little bit from the weight of all the fluids. Still, she continued to swallow down the soup, tilting it back further. Slowly, the pot begun emptying down her throat. When she was about half way done, she stopped for a moment to pant heavily, sticking her tongue out for a few seconds to pant like a dog would, before resuming. After some time, she had practically licked the pot clean and discarded it before plopping herself down, leaning against a big tree and sighed loudly. “Ah…that’s good eating!” She said as she patted her slightly sagging belly, not even getting a burp this time. “Alright…let’s see if I can let ‘er rip!” She said as she lifted her leg and strained, her belly gurgling loudly and rumbled, but nothing escaped, only bloating her belly further, the gas building up much faster now, her belly becoming the size of that of a forty inch beach ball in a matter of seconds. “Ooooh…I’m all backed up! I need to think of something else…fast!” She exclaimed as she wiggled her belly around to shake it up a bit, thinking that would assist it. This not only didn’t work in relieving her discomfort, but worsened it by causing the pressure to build faster, pudging out her already pudgy belly further with her own natural gases, causing her to sweat nervously. Biting her lower lip, she begun to scatter her thoughts, trying to think of something. “Oh no…this ain’t good at all!” She stated in a worried fashion. She took a few seconds to think, scratching her chin in thoughts. She pondered for a moment on what could possibly assist in her current state. “Hmm…maybe…them beans weren’t strong enough.” She said as her body continued to groan and churn loudly in distress, unbeknownst to Applejack for the moment, expanding as she thought up a plan. “Maybe…I need to get me stronger Bean. A super bean!” She said to nopony specifically. She continued as she drummed on the growing mass that is her belly, it still bouncy and squishy, but quickly grew to quite a large size, easily dwarfing her previous size and doubling in width. “I know just where to get the bean from…but I’ll need to hurry...I’ve gotten a heck of a lot bigger…” She said, patting her massive abdomen, which grew to around eighty inches in width, making her limbs lift up off the ground. Applejack tried to make her way towards the Everfree Forest, though she did less walking and more bouncing her way towards the forest’s entrance. She knew a certain tribal zebra may know of some sort of cure, as she is known for dealing with all sorts of weird stuff and finding antidotes for almost anything bizarre. “Mmff…ooff… I sure do hope that Zecora will know how to fix this here mess I went and got myself into. She has to know, right?” She asked herself, rolling her way towards her but slowly like a big, squishy, gassy balloon, with limbs, taking out many bushes and small trees along the way. Many strange noises made her worried, as well as the presence of some unknown creatures sizing her up, but she was far more concerned about her current situation than the unusual creatures of the wilderness. A hut could be sited nearby, allowing Applejack to become a little more excited and would hastily try to roll faster towards her hut, to which it quickly drew nearer and nearer. Applejack noticed that she was rolling faster as time progressed, quickly losing control of just how fast she was going. She could no longer control her speed, rolling quite fast like a giant, squishy boulder would, causing her to begin yelping out for assistance. “Wah! Help! I can’t stop! Gain way!” She exclaimed loudly, getting alarmingly close to the hut. 

From inside, a meditating zebra was upside down, balancing on a pole using the top of her head, keeping almost pristine upright balance while she hummed to herself. Suddenly, her front door smashes open, causing her to break her concentration and lose her focus, falling upon the floor with a loud thud. Grunting upon impact, she glared at the sudden intruder, rubbing her head a little. “Have you gone mad?!" Shouted the annoyed tribal potion brewer. “Heh…sorry about that, Zecora. Came in a little too hot.” She replied with an awaited chuckle, her rear end having busted through the door, with the rest of her body exposed to the outdoors. Zecora would adjust herself a little before she would examine what she could for the time being, which was Applejack's massive behind, rubbing together like two squeaky balloons. The zebra hummed to herself, then begun to push against Applejack's swollen backside in an effort to dislodge herself from the destroyed doorway. With heavy strain, her efforts appeared to work slightly, straining to roll her up a hill and examined her closer. "I kinda need some help...do you know how to get me outta this here pickle I'm in?" Requested Applejack, to which Zecora replied, ruffling up her mohawk mane a little to straighten it out, though just made it look more unkept. "Zecora may have the answers you desperately seek, but you already know you must do something that may very well reek." Explained Zecora, keeping a sturdy hoof on Applejack's body, particularly her big, round behind, causing her hooves to sink into her mass a bit. Applejack replied, her cheeks burning in embarrassment, her face deepening in color, indicating that she was blushing. "Erm...that's one way of putting it." Replied Applejack, sweating a bit as her body expands a couple more inches as they speak. "You see, I've tried just about everything I could think of!" She said, as she was listing off all the things she has tried. "I've tried drinking milk, I've tried eating about as much bean soup as I could find, nothing seems to work!" She stressed, just as she felt another hoof against her rear. Her striped hooves begun to spread apart her flanks to assess the situation, only noticing just how tight her plot was clenching, drumming on her massive rear. "An antidote is what you need, for your backside's pressure to be freed." Explained Zecora as she walked off for a moment and back into her hut, cluttering through her belongings. Applejack listened to the sounds of her rummaging, only for said sound to be overlapped by the churning in her body, wiggling her limbs about as she continued to expand at a much slower rate, causing her limbs to sink into her body a little bit and the cheeks on her face to puff out. At this point, she was well over one hundred inches in diameter, becoming more taut and shiny. Her body demanded a release she could not give it, which caused her to groan in pain, wiggling from side to side in distress.

After a few more moments, the zebra returned with a few things. A vial with some purple fluids in it, a big pot, what appears to be a pair of bellows and a large silver, bean-shaped legume that was about the size of most pillows. She placed all the stuff down, and presented the flask to Applejack's mouth. "This brew will allow you to stretch more. That way, hopefully, you won't be so sore." Explained the tribal equine, pushing the rim of the flask to Applejack's mouth and made her drink down the whole bottle. Applejack retorted in disgust, scrunching her face, if at all possible. "Eugh! Yuck!" She exclaimed, just as her body begun churning more rapidly, growing larger at a faster rate, her body stretching out wider and becoming more elastic. "Wh-what's going on?! It's getting worse!" She exclaimed, looking quite worried. "A side effect like this is nothing dangerous to fear. All that pressure will soon escape your rear." Said Zecora as she quickly stuck the bellows inside Applejack's rear and quickly begun pumping air directly inside of her, causing her to yelp in surprise as her rear ballooned out further, along with the rest of her body which was causing even her limbs to puff out and her body to get slightly more taut, with plenty of room to grow. Applejack could no longer speak, as her body overlapped her mouth, resorting to muffled retorts, wobbling and rumbling back and forth. Zecora continued explaining, still pumping air quickly to add more pressure. "More pressure will offer more a better chance of relief. Soon, your backside will be blowing away every tree leaf!" Chortled Zecora, pumping away right into poor Applejack's rear. At this point, Applejack had reached a size of most parade balloons, being over one-hundred-and-forty-inches wide, each one of her flanks rounded out firmly. After what seemed like many hours, which was only two, Zecora finally let up on the bellows, quickly yanking them out. She waited a little bit to see if the added pressure would allow her to deflate, standing clear once she saw her cheeks rumble a little bit. Applejack could feel her body wiggle, twitching from all the pressure, which it begun building up quicker to the point where her body was quite taut, becoming shiny and slightly transparent, though still quite durable. "Mmff! Mmff!" Applejack tried to shout, grunting as she tried to strain out the gas, but her flanks just were not going to budge. "Hmm...your backside is quite stubborn, that is true. Zecora knows just what to do." She said as she grasps the silver legume and places it in the pot, which, through some sort of magical means, presumably some magical pot that self heated, begun boiling it in some sort of liquids. "What I have here is a bean of which you so desperately need. For this, I will need a ladder to help you feed." She said, setting the pot down and walked away for another moment, returning shortly thereafter with a large ladder and propped it up against Applejack, picking up the pot with the silver, giant bean in some sort of liquid and begun up to Applejack's head. "Fear not, for this was picked from the forest of Everfree, a bizarre bean I have picked so gleefully." Said Zecora as she brought the pot up to Applejack's mouth. "Zecora will help you with this part, for this meal is guaranteed make you fart." She said with a smirk on her muzzle. Applejack tried to open her mouth, though she hardly needed help, as Zecora forced her maw open and poured the Super Silver Bean Soup down her throat, which would quickly empty down into her ridiculously-sized belly. Zecora quickly jumped down just as she heard her belly begin to churn. Applejack forced herself to speak, groaning a little bit as the effects were almost instant. "Wh-whoa, nelly...I...can feel it..." She said, as the groaning got louder and louder, her plot begun to rumble rapidly as her tail begun to lift instinctively, signaling that she was about to blow. "It's...gonna be huge..." She groaned out as the gas begun to slowly leak out, creating the calm before the storm. Zecora hastily begun pushing her away from the hut. "Don't do that here, you must be mad. Your backside's end results will be quite bad-" Zecora was cut off by a loud groan, a sudden, short gust of gas leaked out of her plot for a few seconds before sealing back up, causing her to nearly double over from the smell alone, though she was quite used to it. "Run, Zecora! RUUUUN!" She exclaimed, realizing just how bad it will be. Zecora tried to quickly run in in the opposite direction, right before the floodgates finally gave in, just as she inflated to two-hundred-inches wide, making her quite transparent. It was coming now, and she could not hold it for any longer. Not that she even wanted to in the first place, instantly blowing the tribal zebra back quite the distance, causing her to crash into what was left of her hut.

BUBRRRRLOOOOOOOOOOOOMPH!!!!

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPUUUURRRRRRRRLLLLBRBRBRBRT!!!!

Applejack wailed as she quickly shot up like a rocket, a torrent of pure work horse fumes exploded out of Applejack's butt with such a force, it would blast away any trees that were near her rear, her plot rippling rapidly and sent Applejack soaring, somehow turning around and crashed through what remained of Zecora's hut, followed by a plethora of foul words coming from the aforementioned zebra.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!

BRRRRAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFBLRBLRBLRBLRT!!!!

"Gaaaiiiin waaaay!" Applejack exclaimed as she soared through the forest, uprooting several trees and blowing down several trees and foliage along the way. Anypony that was out and about would notice a large orange ball rushing towards town, propelled by a foul-smelling odor, fast approaching. All the ponies took cover in their homes to avoid the disaster that would soon unfold. Applejack zipped into town and continuously expelled her backed up gas everywhere, hardly deflating even a single inch due to the sheer volume of gas that was inside her, as well as the fact that she kept accumulating more gas as she released it. She made a bee-line straight for the fountain, crashing into it and faceplanted it, farting right into the water, looking like a bubbling hot tub for a moment or two, stinking up the fountain. Applejack tried to lift her head up, but this only proved to angle her butt down, propelling her upwards like a missile as she wailed in fear, continuing to expel the massive amount of gas she had inside of her. "Whoa! Too high!" She shouted as she angled herself downward, her rear getting quite sore from all the gas she emitted, and begun to propel herself back towards the forest, unbeknownst to the chaos she caused in the town. The village's air was completely tainted by her fumes, causing many of the ponies to pass out from the smell alone. Applejack would blast her way back into the forest, quickly clearing out many trees, her Stetson being blown away into the wind and caught by her everlasting blasting flanks. She plowed her way through many more trees, until she caught a rather large tree and got herself wedged inside a tree trunk, her flanks thumping away into the wind loudly with much force, enough to begin uprooting this larger tree, though to hardly any avail. There, she would continue to deflate, nice and stuck there until she can shrink back down to a normal size. Hours were slow for Applejack, as somewhere along two hours into her situation, her size decreased by a quarter of her normal size, causing her limbs to emerge out of her body and her face to return to normal. Soon, her body dislodged from the tree, allowing her to flutter down to the ground.  She hugged the tree, continuing to fart this giant gas bubble out, only stopping once she got to half her size. Panting heavily, she fanned the air, her plot clenching up a little bit. "Whew...still got a heck of a lot more to go." She said as she begun walking to the side of the tree. Clenching down hard, she would grunt loudly and would force the rest of her gas out, propelling herself forward again. 

FWOOSH!!!!

BLRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAUUUUOOOOMPH!!!!

Applejack was surprised just how much force her second wind had, zipping through the forest and somehow begun to blast straight to Sweet Apple Acres. There stood Big Mac from earlier in the fields, looking out into the horizon, then quickly ducked for cover once he noticed something hurliong towards the barn, coming in hot. "Incomiiiing!" Shouted Applejack just as she crashed into the barn, getting stuck in a haystack with her butt in the air, an outward-facing-mushroom-cloud-shaped blast erupted the barn doors open, making all the animals flee, even the pigs fled from the fart box that the barn had soon became. A couple more hours had passed, allowing Applejack to finally deflate down to a managable size, falling flat into the scattered pile of hay, panting and rubbing her rear in pain. "Ough...that sure was a doozie...hope nopony ends holding a grudge against me..." She said as she just barely managed to pull herself out of the haystack, her belly no rounder than twenty inches, still having a little bit of gas left. She lifted her leg to push out the remaining gas. 
Frrnt!
Prrnt!
"That sure was a stinker! Sheesh!" Applejack said with a chuckle before she sighed in relief as she laid there, sprawling her limbs out, looking a little saggy from her body becoming stretched out. Many pony folks were upset that the entire town was now dense with Applejack's gas, along with most of Sweet Apple Acres, especially since she would have to explain herself to the her relatives when she would be inevitably questioned about it. For now, she needed to rest. Tomorrow was a big day, after all, all else considered, she still had her hooves full, as tomorrow was a new day. As such, she would deal with the issues she created at a much later time. Until her rear rumbled once again.