>It was a peaceful night in the woods. A cold breeze ruffled the brown branches on the ancient oaks, creating a rain of leaves. If one was there to listen, they could hear the hooking of an owl. Blue Moon vigilantly watching in the sky, basking the World in weak light. It was a virgin forest, untouched by man, full of memories no one-

>"GOD DAMN IT!! How the Hell did I got here?!" Gilda shouted, kicking the near stump.

>The stump uprooted from the ground, but Gilda earned a sore thumb and another rip in her... she had no idea what to call the thing she was wearing, but she didn't like them. Her abuse of the dead tree ripped the dress in the middle, creating a split almost reaching her hips.

>"Shit." The Gyaru cursed, and made a few testing steps. In a pleasant surprise, it made her move easier. "At least that. I look like a God Damn nun, huh."

>Her current clothes were something far from something she would normally wear. For one, it covered her whole body; a tight black dress covering her from shoulders to toes. Gilda could tell normally left lots of room to move but on her gigantic frame, it was nothing short of form-fitting, and stretched to its limits. With every move, she made a sound as it would rip apart. Besides, the new split around her legs she managed to turn it into a low-cut dress. Little things in life. She also had a white bonnet and apron but she had discarded those almost immediately.

>She didn't know how those duds had found themselves on her or why she was in this God Damn forest. The last thing she remembered was that she was at CHS to hang out with Dash. She was supposed to meet her in the music room but she wasn't there. There was only that weird board game.

>Next thing she was in the air, falling. On the tree, down the tree probably breaking every branch between her and the ground before hitting said ground.

>With a painful growl, she massaged her massive ass. She was tough enough to handle the "landing" but it hurt like hell.

>For the past hour, she had been walking down a dirty patch, probably beaten by the animals. And with her sizes, it was a tight squeeze through the foliage, which had been slowing her down a lot. Which was bad because she really wanted to leave this fucking Forrest. Not because she was scared but because she had things to do.

>She was not scared of any wild animals that might want to bite that soft meat she had so much.

>Gilda jumped when she heard something, out of the general rhythm of the forest. It was a quick and low sound, something akin to a little piggy might make.

>"Hello?" Gilda called in the air, not expecting any answer. "Someone's there? Dash, if this some kind of joke, I swear my payback will three times as bad." It felt like minutes of complete silence until she heard the sound again.

>Raising her head to the lower branches, Gilda found a yellow shape clutching to the treetrunk. Squinting her eyes, she began to make out more details, recognizing it as a human. A small, shaking human figure. Ugh, great.

>"Hey, you." Gilda called, only for the kid to hug the three tighter. "Hey, kid. What are you doing up there?" No response.

>Gilda let out a deep sigh and run her hand down her hair. The first person she met and it had to be a scarred kid. Under her breath, Gilda cursed her rotten luck. She was tall enough to reach the kid and she had no doubts that she was strong enough to take it off of the tree. It would probably end in struggle and might even drop the kid.

>Slowly, Gilda raised her hands in a (she hoped) calming manner.

>"Look, kid. Look at me. Look at me, OK?" She said calmly. Calm was good with kids, right? "I'm not gonna hurt you. I only want to get back to town. It's late and I didn't have good fuuuuahhh- food. Good food in a while." Good safe. "How about I'll get down from there, you show me the way and we eat something warm. Sounds good?"

>Slowly the kid opened her (she looked like a girl) and looked down at Gilda, who was trying to put on a reassuring smile and thanking in her mind that she had this dress. This is the way she hated(disliked) kids. You had to "behave" around them.

>This one seemed alraight, though. The girl nodded and let go of the bark without of much fuss.

>"Great. Now, reach out to me and I'll get you down. That's it, take my hand." Gilda said, pleased how smoothly the situation went. What was she worried about? She's freaking Gilda. She's simply awesome. She-

>Her train of thought taking its leave to the Egopolis had been suddenly derailed when the girl's foot slipped and fall on Gilda's face. The tall girl yelped and instinctively wrapped her arms around the kid. It didn't hurt or even made her stumble back. What hit her was that the kid was thin. From the little experience, she had with children even she knew this one seems too light.

>Gilda was ready to point that out but the kid spoke first. "Wow, you're so strong, Miss." She noted when Gilda lifting her up. The strong girl took a closer look at the feather-girl. She was so small and thin and buck teeth. She had a set of clothes, almost completely made patches, and a little box with a strapped around her neck. A new feeling started to gather up in Gilda's stomach. The Girl wiggled in the air, then placed her little feet on Gilds's breastbone. "And your breasts are almost as big as my mommy."

>...almost? Now, who does she think she- Gilda shook her head. No time for that. It's just a kid. Let it go, Gilda. You have shit to do.

>"Sure. Whatevs. Can you tell me where the town is, now?"

>The girl bobbed her head.

>"Cool." Gilda shifted the kid in her hands then slowly set her on her shoulders, earning a happy laugh. Going good. Going good. "Let's go before-

>A deep-pitched howl echoed through the Forest, settling over the pair. Gilda wasn't a nature girl like Fluttershy or Applejack but, she'd seen enough movies to recognize a wolf's howl when she heard it.

>"Yeah, before that." Gilda said and started to move not even once looking behind.

>Luckily, the trip through the Forrest was without any surprises. It was quick, with no wolves in sight. Not that Gilda was scared. It was just, the Kid would start crying and whining and calling for her mummy. It would be a pain to deal with.

>So far, though, the scrawny little girl on her shoulders was calm, only telling her where to take the next turn. It changed once there were on the wide dirt road. From that moment, the kid started to wiggle and made little "ohhh" sounds. Gilda thought it was just because it felt safer on the road and in the short distance were bright lights but...

>"Hey, Miss. Are a Boob Fairy?"

"A what?" Gilda was so taken aback by the weirdness question that she halted in her steps and ironically making her breasts jiggle.

>"Boob Fairy!" The Girl said excitedly. "Little spirits that made your boobs grow big! My mummy said that if I'll be good, one day a Boob Fairy will come to me. I... I thought, I've seen one earlier, before..."

>"Is this why you were in the woods?" Gilda asked. "Because she thought you saw a fairy? Really?"

>"Yeah." She admitted and begun hopping in place. "Are you one? Are you, are you? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

>"No, I'm not." Gilda said to the great disappointment of the little girl. The Gyaru found it rather curious. Being interested in breasts at such an age. What was she? 6? 7? She wasn't interested until... huh, when had it started, actually? 14? She was a late bloomer, but still...

>"Why are interested in boobs, anyway? Shouldn't you be interested in, like, uhhh, ponies or dresses or sports?" Gilda asked, genuinely curious.

>"I LOVE HORSES!" The girl practically shouted. "I wish I had one. I would ride on him every day. Took care of him, feed him apples, comb his mane, sleep next to him every night, share my se-"

>"I get it. You love horses but, it doesn't answer my question." Gilda cut in, seeing where this was going. She was glad, surprisingly, that the kid was enthusiastic about something but, Gilda wasn't one for mushy stuff.

>"Ohh, sorry." The kid said. "It's my mum. She's the greatest mum ever. She takes care of me, reads me to bed, gives me plenty of milk to drink, and hugs me a lot."

>"Sounds like a good mum."

>"Aha, and she huge breasts. They're like hundreds times bigger than yours."

>Slowly, very slowly, Gilda inhaled through her, held it for four seconds before exhaling. It's cool, Gilda. She's just a child. She doesn't know any better. It didn't bother her. It didn't bother her that she just dared to say that someone was bigger than her. She's just a kid.

>"She awfully pretty. I just wanted to be as pretty as her when I grow up."

>"And you need big boobs for that." Gilda said. There something in that.

>By the time she said there entered the town. It wasn't exactly what she had imagined. The buildings were thin, two levels with steepled roofs. Most of them had big windows which were being brightly lit from inside. No two were colored the same.

>There were few people, not surprising given the hour. What was surprising was their clothes. If Gilda was to choose the word to describe them, it would be "Fancy" - old type of Fancy. Weid tuxedos and dresses and such. There were two or three women in the same duds as hers.

>"What is this? Some kind of festival?" Gilda thought.

>"You have big breasts, and you're very pretty." That brought Gilda from reveries. Her lips curled into the grin.

>A pair in those fancy clothes, man and woman walked past them. The woman was chirpily saying something while the man listened, but Gilda's experienced eyes picked up where the man had his eyes.

>Her grin grew from ear to ear as she dipped a finger into her cleavage and pulled the low-cut even further. The man's eyes bulged, so absorbed by the perfect display of skin that he crashed into a lamp post. The woman yelped but quickly understood why the Man hit the wooden pool. Gilda chuckled knowing, he'll be blue-balled, tonight.

>"You're onto something, kid." Gilda said and patted her companion on the head. "Give it time, though. You're young, not worth it getting lost and being eaten in the forest for a big pair."

>That was true-ish. She would do the same thing at her age, but it was the responsible thing to say, right? Damn, why she had to play the responsible one? Left weird taste in her mouth. Gonna have to find some guy to wash it off.

>"Where's your mother, anyway?"

>"Just go down this street. My mum's home's there." She pointed ahead.

>"Got it."

>"Hey, Miss. Hey, Miss!"

>"Still here, kid. You don't have to shout into my ear."

>"Sorry." She apologized with a blush. "Just wanted to ask, what's your mother like?"

>"Ohh, her? You see... "Suddenly, her mouth felt really dry. "This reminds me, I've never asked you your name. Mine's Gilda."

>"Ohh, right. I'm-

>"LITTLE MATCH!!" A voice called out loud.

>When Gilda spun, her eyes went wide. The woman behind her wasn't as tall as her, but she WAS bigger in her bust size! Her face carried an air of maturity and motherly care. She had red hair partially covered by a wide bonnet. She dressed in a lighter shade of yellow than the girl on Gilda's shoulders. Above her massive bosom, she had tied a large green bow with ends landing between her mounds.

>The woman skidded to a stop beside Gilda. Body from her red face to the skin of her cleavage covered in sweat, and caught Little Match before she could fall from Gilda's shoulders. She moved with a surprising amount of grace for some with her balast.

>The pair hugged each other tightly as the Woman fought back tears. "Iwassoworried! Areyouokay?! Wherehaveyoubeen? I’vebeenworriedsick! Don’teverdothatagain! Ifsomethinghappendtoyou Ipromisenoneofitis—"

>"Mum, you’re squishing me!"

>The busty woman loosened her grip, letting Match lean back for a moment and catch her breath. Still, the pair soon resumed their hug. "I'm sorry." The Mother said. "I was just worried about you. Where were you?

>"Well..."

ONE TENSE EXPLANATION LATER

>"WHAT!?" The woman shouted, with a face redder than her hair. "You're so grounded!!! You stay in the house until you're the same age as me."

>"Awwwww."

>"And you, Miss." The woman, Bow Bonnet, turned her cute face towards Gilda. "I don't think there's a way to thank you enough. You saved my baby."

>"It's no problem," Gilda said, rubbing the back of her head. "Happened to be around so, brought the kid back. That's all."

>"That's more than that." The woman said, clasping her hands around Gilda's and closing the distance between them. Two pairs of breasts ended squished together, causing a small crash on the street. Few guys and more than one gal ended like the man that Gilda had almost flashed. "Match is my whole world. If something happened to her... Please let me repay you. Do you have a place to stay for tonight? You do now. I will not take no for an answer."

>"Yess, yes, yes, please stay." Little Match begged, besides her mother giving her best puppy eyes.

>If Gilda had any resistance, it melted that moment.

>"Ok."

>"YEAH!"

>"You won't regret it." The woman said. "I put my mind, spirit an~d body." She practically purred the last world. "To make worth to you."