Silent as the wind that carried her, the bat-like mare flew through the orchard. Her thin membrane of leathery
skin caught the air and kept her just above the ground yet low enough to avoid any low hanging branches. Apples
gleamed like rubies against the trees, shining in the brilliantly pale moonlight, but were ignored by the bat as
those were not her prize. Indeed, tonight the Zap Apples began to mature and their plump rainbow bodies cried
for consumption. With an adroit maneuver, Flutterbat tilted back and landed easily on her hooves. Her heel pressed
in against the grassy ground and leathery wings folded in on themselves. Her crimson eyes gazed upwards at the lone
Zap Apple tree, its branches riddled with the extraordinary fruit. Her eyes swelled with delight as she peered into
the leaves, selecting her first treat of the night. Her hand reached up and plucked a single Zap Apple from the tree
and knelt down upon the ground. She looked upon the single rainbow apple, holding it tightly in one hand and slowly
rubbing it with the other like a exotic prize. She pursed her lips and kissed it gently, her tongue lightly licking the
skin of the apple. Flutterbat opened her mouth, her twin fangs shining in the moonlight, threatening the innocent
apple with murder. In a flash she pierced the skin of the Zap Apple and tore off a chunk of the delectable fruit, for only
a moment the piece of fruit remained in her mouth before being swallowed. One bite turned to two, then three until
after five strong bites and swallows, all that remained was a core. Flutterbat squealed in glee, savoring the juices
that lingered within her mouth but her gluttony had yet to be filled. She got to her hooves and plucked another
apple from the tree. Like a hungry pig, Flutterbat once more devoured the Zap Apple with reckless abandon.

Unknown to the apple poacher, the Zap Apples were not ready for harvest. Her usual strength and lust for the fruit
was the only things that allowed her to seize the fruits from their floral home, yet they were not defenseless. The
magical defense of the tree appeared helpless to an untrained eye, yet, there was a plan for the thief. With every
greedy bite that Flutterbat took, the magic of the fruit rooted itself deeper into her body. The Zap Apples would
ensure Flutterbat would no longer be able to steal their harvest by immobilizing her. Slowly, surely, the mare’s
breasts began to fill with magic, they were expanding by inches with every passing second that Flutterbat spent feasting.
Every gluttonous bite and swallow of the premature Zap Apples only made her grow faster still as the supply of magic increased.

Flutterbat took noticed of her predicament but did not care for its effects, she had been dominated by the sweet taste of the Zap Apples. Unable to control her urges, Flutterbat stole more Zap Apples from the tree and hastily devoured them before reaching for more. She threw the cores to the ground, not caring for where they landed and continued her ravenous rampage. Within a minute, Flutterbat found it nearly impossible to reach upwards to the tree. Her heavy breasts made her teeter in place and threatened to throw her to the ground but she was determined. With one final effort, Flutterbat pushed all the strength to legs and wings, jumping into the air allowing her to grab a single Zap Apple from its home. She landed with a thump, her breasts now too heavy to lift and her body now pinned to the ground by her bosom. Lazily, she ate the final apple - revelling in her feast. Her body was slowed by the Zap Apple magic and her breasts continued to swell. Her outfit was ripped, broken and useless. She licked the skin of the final Zap Apple, watching her arm slowly elevate upward, lifted by her swelling breasts. She opened her mouth and dropped the final apple towards her maw. She caught it between her teeth, letting the sweet juices trickle down her lips and throat like a predator to a fresh kill. She took two large bites before retrieving the core by its stem and letting her arm fall against her breasts. Flutterbat closed her eyes, satisfied with a day of thieving and growing.