Georgia Grows Bigger Than A House

(Originally by Cheese111)

"Tell me, miss Georgia, how do you bear it?"

"Bear what?" The mare replied, confused by the petite cheetah's words.

"Bear de constant mockery of dese houses. All around you they stand, taunting you with their size. You might be de biggest horse I ever laid eyes upon, but you be small compared to them. but no more, I can help you overcome dis hurdle. With my help you shall rise to meet their height, and then exceed it."

The mare didn't think her smile could get any bigger, but upon hearing those works she reached an all new level of giddiness. She'd used her size for as long as she can remember to intimidate those in her path. Now this magical little creature was going to make her as big as a house.

"First ting, follow me. Growing big in dis alley is gonna get awkward if you find yourself wedged stuck between two houses."

The large mare didn't expect to be following someone as puny as the cheetah. Were it not for her magics, Georgia reckons she would've probably just stepped on Abra for a laugh. It's not every day something that squishy and small has the balls to approach her. Even as a deputy she had a habit of using excessive **** during her job. When she wasn't bribed to look the other way some hidden folks gladly paid a little extra to ensure she dealt with their competition just that little bit more harshly. Texas would soon learn just how harsh her punishment could be. The pair walked a little bit away from the houses and Abra beckoned Georgia to lean down.

"Okay, listen closely. I'm going to give you two bottles with my special tincture. One of them will grow you, the other will return you to your current size."

"You make it sound like I'd ever want to be small again."

"All up to you, Georgia. But you might be finding that getting into your house will be difficult when you're as big as your house. Moving on, anything you're wearing will grow with you. That includes weapons. So prepare to make the term 'hand cannon' quite literal."

The mare chuckled a little at the cheesy pun. She pondered for a moment if she should get more ammo to grow along with her. But once she'd be as tall as a house, was there really that much need for a gun? Her body would be deadly enough without also adding a gun to the mix. Anything else that desperately needed growing? The mare couldn't think of anything. One burning question did emerge.

"So Abra, how long's this stuff gonna keep me big?"

"De changes are permanent, only de red bottle will reverse dem. Keep it safe because besides me dere's nobody in de whole big prairie dat can make you another. With all de explanations out de way, prepare yourself to become de biggest sheriff in Wild West history. You might want to start small on the blue bottle. Drink maybe a quarter and see where dat takes you in size."

The mare merrily ignored the cheetah's last warning and chugged the entire bottle at once, throwing it over her shoulder and looking down at her body expectantly. At first nothing seemed to happen bar a roiling, bubbling sensation in her gut. Was this some kind of joke? If that wretched little cheetah had...

"Do you feel it? Do you feel de spirits coursing through you? I can sense it well, ya be getting bigger real soon."

The bubbling in her gut evolved into a weird itch running along her skin. The mare's sight blurred a little, but even without all the details visible Georgia could tell without a doubt that her perspective was changing. Nearby houses were soon at eye level. How much further will this go?