That's One Way To Do It
Tempest Shadow stood outside the gates to the royal palace, the home of Princess Celestia and Luna.
She gulped nervously. This would be her first time showing her face to either princess since their encounter with the Storm King, who she assisted in turning the two of them to solid stone.
Not a great first impression.
And now, today, a week after that debacle, after turning on the King, she was going to see the sisters’ to have her hearing and face her judgment. She heard Celestia was merciful, but that did nothing to keep the worry in her heart from building. She wondered if she might be thrown into the sun, or sent to the moon. Or maybe some other celestial body.
Gulping, Tempest Shadow opened the door.
A guard waited for her on the other side. They served as her escort to the throne room, bringing her to the double doors where the Princesses waited her on the other side.
Tempest looked at the guard, who remained impassive. His face betrayed no emotion.
Tempest sighed. “I suppose you’re right. I may as well just get it over with.”
Tempest opened the doors and went inside.
The Princesses’ stood by their thrones, their celestial manes flowing from an invisible breeze. Tempest could see stars in Luna’s and slivers of sunshine in Celestia’s.
As she approached them, Tempest was more struck by their other attributes – namely, Celestia’s gigantic chest. Tempest didn’t notice before, but Celestia was well-endowed. Her breasts looked snug, comfy, and squishy in her dress, easily the size of footballs. But she didn’t compare to her sister (her younger sister, Tempest reminded herself in disbelief). Luna’s bosom jutted out from her body, her breasts hanging heavy and strained, as if desiring to burst from her dress. They made Celestia’s look small in comparison, as if she was still a blossoming teenager while Luna was a fully-grown adult, but that couldn’t be right.
“Tempest Shadow,” Princess Celestia said. “It is good to see you here. I wasn’t sure if you would come. A pleasure to meet you under better circumstances.”
“The same to you,” Tempest bowed. “It is truly the breast – the best of honors to be given an audience with the princesses.”
If the Princess took note of her tongue slip, they didn’t show it.
Tempest tried to steer the conversation back on track. “So … what will be your punishment for me?”
“You aided the Storm King,” Princess Celestia said. “But, you turned against him and did the right thing in the end. Here in Equestria, we believe in forgiveness, and redemption, and that gesture counts for much.”
“Thank you.”
“But be that as it may, you did help him,” Luna added. “We cannot allow you to go ‘scot-free,’ as it were.”
“But we do not believe in cruel, harsh torments,” Celestia said.
Their horns flared up and filled the room with light. Tempest had to avert her eyes. But when she opened them, nothing seemed to changed.
“We have cast a spell on you to limit your movements,” Celestia said. “It will allow us to track while you are otherwise free to move about while you get settled in Equestria.”
“Oh, really? Just – just a tracking spell? Oh!” Tempest got on her knees and bowed. “Thank you, Princesses! Thank you so much!”
“Of course. If we can forgive and reform Discord, who, I should tell you, as I don’t think you’ve met, is a literally incarnation of disharmony, then a forgiving few little would-be tyrants is no big deal,” Celestia said. “You are free to go.”
“Thank you,” Tempest said. With tears threatening to brink, she ran out of the throne room to enjoy her freedom.
Celestia put a hand to her chin in worry. “Do you suppose we maybe should have told her what the spell actually does?”
“Why ruin the surprise?” Luna asked. “If it works on her as well as it did on me after I got back from my banishment, what’s to worry about?”
Tempest Shadow continued on, unable to believe her amazing luck.
“A tracking spell! Ha! Ha!” Her laughter continued to the point it unnerved pedestrians around her. A woman covered her child’s eyes and ushered her away.
“Oh,” Tempest came back to her senses and cleared her throat. “I suppose I’m going to have to work on not sounding like the henchman of an evil villain when I laugh. But who cares? I’m free! Free as a bird! As a pegasus!” She jumped and did a twirl through the air.
She continued walking, coming up a street marker filled with stalls. Tempest never thought she’d see something like this in Canterlot, and it roused her curiosity.
Making her way into the market, Tempest took a survey of all the different stalls and stands, all the products available. Finding a fruit vendor, she decided to go up to him.
The fruit vendor was surprised to see her, though Tempest couldn’t tell if that was just because he recognized her or if it was because even after ditching her scary black armor, she still looked intimating with her scar over her eye and her no-nonsense military style haircut.
“Hello,” Tempest said, doing her best to be friendly. “I don’t suppose you recognize me?”
“No, no,” the vendor said. “Never seen you before in my life. But you have an appearance that’s … very distinctive.”
“Oh, why thank you,” Tempest said, doing her best to handle the situation when she didn’t really know how to respond to that. She looked at his wares. “Is that a zap apple?”
“This?” the vender help up a dried zap apple, soaking in preservatives. “Yeah. Dried zap apple, straight from Sweet Apple Orchards in Ponyville. These days, seems like you can’t buy anything unless you get it from Ponyville, but I suppose having celebrities in your town will do that for you.”
Tempest pulled her coin purse from her wallet. “Might I buy it from you?”
“Sure thing,” the vender said.
“How much is it?” Tempest asked. “Zap apples are hard to come by out of season, so I have to imagine it’s pricey.”
“Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal,” the vendor said. “Lean over the counter for a minute.”
Tempest did so. The vendor looked downward. At what, Tempest wasn’t sure. But he took a deep breath and sighed contentedly.
“There you go,” the vendor said. “For you, that zap apple? It’s free.”
“Free?” Tempest asked, rearing her head back in surprise. “That can’t be right. I haven’t done anything deserve that.”
“Oh, trust me, you’ve done plenty,” the vendor placed the jar in her hand. “Now take that and get on out of here before I change my mind.”
“I … thank you!” Tempest stammered. She took the jar and held it close, walking away and observing the sunshine.
“Light punishment from the Princesses … a free dried zap apple … could this day get any better?” Tempest asked, looking up at the sun shining brilliantly in the sky.
Still, it was a little weird that the vendor asked to lean over like that.
“Whatever.” Tempest pushed the thought from her mind. She didn’t want to bring a rainy cloud over her happy, sunny day. She was going to find a nice bench to sit down at, and she was going to enjoy her zap apple, by herself, in daylight, because she was a free woman and she could do so.
“Take that, world,” Tempest said as she unscrewed the lid, a bit of her old self shining through.
She took a bit of the zap apple and moaned from the taste. Drying and preserving it did nothing to diminish its raw, electric taste. It delighted her to such an exquisite and rare treat.
Another woman and her daughter passed by the bench where Tempest was sitting. They both stopped and stared at her, the woman’s mouth going loose from shock.
“What?” Tempest demanded. “What is so interesting about me that all you people have to stop and stare!?”
The woman mumbled a response in vain, unable to form the words. She grabbed her daughter and left.
“Anyone else want to stare!?” Tempest demanded. She stood up from the bench. “Well, here I am, world! Right here for your amusement!”
A stallion with a monocle approached Tempest, though he kept his distance. He looked Tempest over and nodded. “Yes, very nice.”
That was all he said, and he left.
“Nice,” Tempest muttered, sinking back into the bench. “He called me nice!” She went back to eating the zap apple, trying not to let the stares she kept getting ruin her enjoyment of the zap apple too much.
Thankfully, ponies seemed to have learned her lesson, and she was left alone until after she finished the apple. She got up and began walking towards her residence.
“Excuse me, miss?”
“Yes?” Tempest turned to the colt with annoyance. “Do you want to stare, too?”
The stallion’s eyes flickered downward, but he put it back. “Tempting offer, but no. I saw you eating a zap apple and was wondering where you got it.”
“Oh.” Tempest pointed him in the direction of the market. He tipped his hat and left her alone.
Tempest sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Maybe tomorrow will be better,” Tempest told herself. “Maybe I just still need to do some … re-adjusting. Yes. That’s all. I’ve just been with the Storm King too long and I need more re-adjusting to living in a community with ponies.”
With this thought to comfort her, Tempest headed back to her home.
“Ah,” Tempest Shadow groaned as she took off her dress for that day. Her shirt had been feeling a little snug ever since she left the palace. She figured it was just from the stress of meeting with the Princesses, but she was glad to finally be able to remove it so she could breath again. Her bra came off soon after, and Tempest couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
She massaged at her sore breasts, closing her eyes and taking a just a little bit more pleasure in it than she really meant to.
Catching herself, Tempest stopped herself. She did her nightly routines and went to bed.
The first thing Tempest did when she woke up the next morning was take a deep breath. Her chest felt heavy and she wasn’t sure she could breath.
She opened her eyes, her blurry vision showing her two round purple mountains close to her view. This confused her, as far as she knew, she didn’t live close enough to any mountains to see through them her window.
After a minute, her vision became clearer. Her jaw dropped in shock as she realized the mountains were her boobs. Overnight, they had swollen up and grown as if she’d was a teenager with her chest blooming later in life. Except she wasn’t a teenger, she was a full-grown adult, and her breasts were already plenty large enough for her tastes. Almost too large, even. And now they had grown to almost the size of basketballs.
Tempest reached and felt at her nipple, tweaking it, unable to believe they were real. But they felt real enough at her touch.
“How could this happen?” Tempest asked herself.
She pursed her lips. She had been getting a lot of stares yesterday after she left the palace. She assumed it was on account of her being a widely known criminal associate of a despot who tried to take over Equestria, but those were a dime a dozen in Equestria – heck, even the despots themselves frequently turned over new leaves.
“But it wasn’t that, was it?” Tempest thought to herself. She groaned, struggling to push herself upright on her bed, kicking her legs over the side. “They were staring at my breasts. But why did they start growing in the first place?”
She thought about it and realized the only answered that made sense.
“Luna and Celestia,” Tempest said. With a groan, she lifted herself off her bed. “I need to go see them. They’ll know what to do to help.”
Tempest groaned and fell to her knees, her heavy breasts hanging and weighing her down.
“I hope.”
Tempest struggled, but was eventually able to get back up. She levitated a dress out of her closet and used a spell to expand it so it would fit over her enhanced cleavage. She did not like the idea of having to do this to all her clothes.
She was eventually able to reach the palace with only a minimal amount of stares, and the ones she did get thankfully didn’t last very long.
She went up to the front gate where two guards stood watch.
“Excuse me,” Tempest said. “I need to speak with the Princesses right away. It’s urgent.”
“The Princesses are very busy ponies,” one guard said. “They are currently attending royal business. They cannot be interrupted for whatever minor crisis you have going on.”
“You don’t understand! This isn’t a minor crisis!” Tempest said. She noticed one of the guards looking straight down her top. Ordinarily, this would irk her, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she saw it for the opportunity it was.
“Like what you see?” Tempest asked, grabbing at the front of her shirt. Both guards blushed. “Get me an audience with the princesses and I’ll let you have a better look.”
The guards looked at each other as if expecting the other to resist the temptation for them.
Tempest pulled up her shirt just enough to give them a view of her underboobs.
“Okay, okay!” the guards said. “Cover up, lady, there could be kids around!” He checked around the area as if to confirm this idea.
“We’ll get you your audience,” the other guard said, opening the door. He pointed his finger. “But when you’re done, we want the rest of that peek.”
“Deal.” Tempest said calmly.
Freaks, she thought contemptuously. But her service to the Storm King had long prepared to do what was practical, even if it wasn’t what was comfortable.
Tempest’s anxiety rose as the guards entered the castle and she was left alone. She balled her hands together and wondered if and when the Princesses would actually see her. The guards could try, of course, but they couldn’t guarantee anything – they were just lowly guards.
Tempest grunted. It felt like both her boobs had just gained another ounce each. She clutched at them and pushed in, as if she could make them shrink back to their natural size if she just pressed hard enough. She was grunting with effort when Luna spoke.
“Hello, Tempest Shadow,” Luna said, wearing a low-cut dress with a deep V for her cleavage. Her own chest also looked to have grown since Tempest saw it last, though not anywhere near to the degree Tempest had. “I’m told you’ve requested an audience?”
“Yes, please!”
“You are welcome to come inside,” Luna said. “We will speak with you.”
“Thank you,” Tempest said, following Luna inside the building. Luna waved her finger and the doors magically closed behind them with a loud thud that echoed ominously.
“What troubles you, Tempest Shadow?” Luna asked.
“You can see, right?” Tempest asked. “Look at this! Look at what I’ve got here! I went to bed, then I woke up this morning and my chest was like this!”
“Your chest?” Luna asked with amusement. “Tempest, please. We are both adults, are we not? You can call them what you like. Boobs, tits, jugs.”
Tempest blinked. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.”
“Jigglies, fun bags-”
“No, no, stop,” Tempest said, waving her arms. “I don’t want to talk about – about boob slang with you! I just want you to fix this!”
“Ah, no,” Luna said. “My apologies, but we cannot do that.”
“Why not?” Tempest demanded. “Do you realize how much of an encumbrance this is going to be on my daily life? I’ll barely be able to use the stove because my boobs will be too close to the fire!”
“Yes, yes, we do,” Luna said. “That’s why we put the spell on you.”
Tempest wasn’t sure she heard that right. “Buuuh … what?”
“The spell we put you on,” Luna said, pointing to Tempest said.
“I thought you put a tracking spell on me!”
“Technically, we never said that,” Luna said. “You made an assumption that we saw no need to correct.”
“You said it would inhibit my movement.”
“Indeed, and as you have pointed out yourself, your movement has been inhibited,” Luna said, pointing smugly to Tempest’s breasts.
“What?” Tempest said. “The whole time I’ve been in Equestria, Twilight Sparkle has always been telling me about how kind and merciful you and Celestia are – and this is how you treat criminals?”
“The women, yes. Indeed, it is kind and merciful,” Luna said. “After all, we could have sent you to the moon. Or even the sun.”
“I thought that was a joke made up by ponies who wanted to come up with a conspiracy theory about Celestia,” Tempest said.
Luna shrugged. “Don’t be so sad, Tempest. It was the same spell Celestia used on me after I was no longer Nightmare Moon. I know you’ve noticed my impressive assets,” Luna gestured to her chest proudly. “After the duration of my punishment was over, I kept some traces of the spell so I could have something larger than my sister. After all, it’s nice to beat her at something for a change.”
“So I’m suppose to just be like this forever?” Tempest said.
“Not forever,” Luna said. “Just until we’re sure you can be trusted. After which, we’ll remove the spell. You can even keep some of it, the way I did, if you like. As a matter of fact, I encourage it. I think you look better this way.”
Tempest didn’t know how to respond to that.
“Forget it,” Tempest said. “I’ll figure out some other way of getting out of this.”
“You can’t!” Luna called after her. “It’s keyed to a specific magic signature! Only Celestia or I can dispel it!”
“Yeah, well, you and Celestia put a petrified chaos god in the middle of your hedge maze and opened it up for school tours for kids, so forgive me if I think that maybe your fail-safes aren’t as safe as you might think.”
“You know about that?” Luna asked, but Tempest was already heading back out.
“Stupid princesses,” Tempest muttered as she limped back home. “Stupid pervert Luna … how am I gonna fix this?’
Tempest paused, trying to think of a solution to her dilemma. Who or what in Equestria would be powerful enough, let alone brave enough, to defy the Princesses?
Well, considering how easy it was for me to take them out, the answer got’s to be more than a few, Tempest thought derisively.
She had a brainstorm. “Twilight Sparkle! She’s a Princess herself. I know she’s close to Celestia ...” Tempest looked down at her ever expanding breasts, grimacing when she thought they had gotten even bigger since leaving the castle. “But surely, she’ll do something when she sees this! The injustice! The indignity!”
Tempest tried to take a step forward, but her boobs were so heavy now that just trying to move forward in one direction proved a challenge.
She groaned and clutched at her back. She wondered if her spine would ever be able to stand up straight again once this was over.
Determined to move forward, Tempest tried to use her magic to lift her boobs up, but her horn sputtered and sparked to no effect.
“Ugh … I guess I’m just going to have to do this the hard way,” Tempest groaned. She dropped onto her stomach, pressing her breasts into the ground, then reached her arm over her cleavage and clawed at the dirt, pulling herself forward that way.
“For goodness’ sake, woman!” a noble expressed, passing by and astonished at the sight of Tempest crawling around on her gigantic breasts. “Don’t be so obscene! Take whatever you spell you cast to make yourself like that and undo it at once! That’s no way to appear in public!”
“You think I did this to myself?” Tempest was aghast. “It was the Princesses! Celestia and Luna did this to me, and I’m trying to fix it.”
The noble laughed. “My, you’ve got quite the imagination, don’t you? As if Celestia and Luna would do something so … so vulgar!”
Tempest growled, and between her teeth, her broken horn, and the scar over her eye, the noble suddenly realized that Tempest was not someone to be trifled with and quickly fled the scene.
Tempest sighed. “At least this is good for something,” Tempest tapped at her horn.
This embarrassing episode over with, Tempest resumed clawing and crawling her way through the dirt. All the while, she tried to brace her nerves for future embarrassing episodes that she knew were sure to come as long as her breasts were like this, constantly expanding in size and already far beyond what anyone, no matter how perverted, would consider reasonable.
It some time, but Tempest eventually managed to reach the post office. Others stared at her, but she didn’t care anymore. She was going to make a list, and once she had her boobs fixed, she was going to wreak a terrible vengeance on everyone who so much as took a curious passing glance at her.
But that came later. Right now, she needed to focus on fixing the thing in the first place.
However, upon getting up to the front of the building, the ponies in line made way for her, likely intimated by her heaving cleavage and wanting no part in whatever shenanigans she had gotten herself involved in.
But her boobs were already so big she couldn’t fit through the door.
“No!” Tempest shouted. “No, no, no!” She tried to pummel at the ground in her temper tantrum, but all she accomplished was banging her fists into her own breasts, which were so thick and heavy that she barely felt the impact of the blow.
Mercifully for her, someone at the line had some sense, as they went inside the office and came back out with one of the staff.
“Uh … can I help you, ma’am?” the postal worker asked.
“Yes! Please! I need to send a letter to Twilight Sparkle in Ponyville as fast as possible. It’s urgent.”
The postal worker pursed their lips.
“For heaven’s sake, what?” Tempest demanded.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I just … I don’t know if Twilight Sparkle is open to receiving letters from … how do I say this politely? … Escorts.”
Tempest’s eye twitched, and the worker took a step back.
“An escort? You think I’m some kind of kinky escort? Listen to me. I didn’t do this to myself. I’ve been cursed. And the reason I need you to send a letter to Twilight Sparkle is so she can come down here and undo the curse and get rid of this.” She gestured to her chest. “And furthermore, I worked for the Storm King. You know, that giant yeti that turned the Princesses to stone?”
“Oh yes, I remember,” the postal worker said. “Shouldn’t you be in prison?”
“What do you think this is!?” Tempest waved to her breasts again. “I was given a second chance by Twilight Sparkle, but now the Prince – certain people are trying to ruin that chance by doing this to me. I have a long, frustrating day. People keep staring me and thinking I did this to myself. So the longer it takes for you or anyone else to help me, the worse its going to be when I finally DO get this blasted curse lifted!”
“Threatening people like that doesn’t seem like the best way to use your second chance,” the postal worker said.
“Well, neither is having to walk around like this all the time!” Tempest shouted. “Now get moving!”
“Yes, ma’am.” The postal worker ran back into the office.
Tempest sighed. She tried using her magic again, and this time while her horn produced sparks, she was successfully in casting the spell. Her magic lifted her breasts up from off the ground, and she was able to awkwardly limp home. Ponies constantly had to get out of her way, and she had to excuse herself when she bumped into someone or something because she couldn’t see through her blasted cleavage being lifted up and obscuring her vision.
But she got home in the end, and that was what mattered.
Once she was home, Tempest locked the door and managed to get to the living room before her magic fizzled out and her breasts dropped like stones to the floor, bringing the rest of her body with them. She flailed and kicked her leg uselessly, but her boobs were far too much now. They squished onto the floor and she had to lay on top of them like two giant bean bag chairs placed next to each other.
She sighed. She hoped Twilight got here soon. She wasn’t sure she could keep on living like this.
There was a knock on the door. Tempest looked out the window to see it was Twilight Sparkle.
Tempest tried to squirm her way over to the door, but her boobs fought her at every turn. In the end, she gave up and sighed.
“I’m sorry, you’ll just have to use magic to break your way in,” Tempest called.
The door knob became aglow, and Twilight entered the building, dressed in her usual Princess refinery.
“I came as soon as I got your letter,” Twilight closed the door behind her. “I have to admit, at first I thought somepony was pulling a prank on me, but the mailpony insisted I come, and I’m glad I did. Who did this to you?” Twilight walked up to Tempest. “This is horrible.”
“Try living with it for a day,” Tempest complained.
Twilight, giving her to her curiosity, poked at Tempest’s breast, watching how the soft skin folded in at her touch. She intrigued and pushed her finger in deeper.
Tempest grunted. “Do you mind?”
“Sorry,” Twilight quickly pulled her hand away. “Do you have any idea what caused?”
“Ha! The Princesses did it.”
“The Princesses?” Twilight asked, cocking her head in disbelief.
“Yeah. Luna and Celestia. Apparently this was what they meant by a spell to ‘inhibit my movement,’ Tempest added air quotes to her statement. “I had no idea this was how they punished people in Equestria, or I might not have reformed.”
“They don’t,” Twilight said, walking around and inspecting Tempest’s breast. “Not usually.”
Tempest rolled her eyes. After being forced to endure this spell, she had trouble believing what Twilight was saying.
“Hold on, I think I can fix this, just give me ...” Twilight closed her eyes and focused. A bolt of pink energy shot forth from her horn into Tempest’s cleavage.
It was rebuked, rebounding out of Tempest’s breasts and shattering a window instead.
“What?” Twilight asked. “I don’t understand. That should have fixed it!”
“Twilight?” Tempest said. “I think the floating Luna head has an answer.”
Twilight saw there was indeed a floating magical projection of Princess Luna’s head.
“Greetings, loyal subject!” the projection said. “If you’re seeing this message, it’s because you foolishly tried to undo the spell, which is specifically made so that only either I or my sister can dispel it.”
“That figures,” Tempest groaned.
“Furthermore, now that you have attempted to undo the spell, a fail-safe within the spell will activate and prevent you from leaving the pony we’ve cast it until you have … enjoyed their new assets.” Luna’s head winked.
“What!?” Twilight shouted.
“You heard me,” Luna’s head said. “Now get to it! Those tits aren’t going to fondle themselves.” With that, she did a twirl and disappeared in a burst of night-colored sparkles.
“No, no,” Twilight said. “That’s not happening. I’m going to talk to Celestia about this, and then-”
Twilight walked towards the door, but a magic aura lifted her up into the air, sweeping her off her feet and then placed her in front of Tempest. It lifted her arm and guided to Tempest’s boob, making Twilight grope it before disappearing, trusting Twilight got the message.
Twilight sighed. “I suppose there’s nothing to do but for go for it.”
“Looks that way.”
Twilight ran her hand across the top of Tempest’s breast. “Enjoy? How in the world am I supposed to enjoy this? It’s too big to … fondle, or … motorboat or anything!”
Tempest shivered, a tingle shooting up through her spine before settling in her nipple. “Twilight?”
“Honestly, if you’re going to design a pervert spell for perverts, could you at least make one that works?”
“Twilight, look.”
Tempest pointed to her nipple, where a drip of milk was beginning to emerge.
“Oh, I see,” Twilight said. She sighed again. “Okay, okay, stay calm, Twilight. We can get through this.”
“We?” Tempest asked. “At least you don’t have to figure out how you’re going to to the grocery store after.”
“I just might,” Twilight said as she placed her fingers around Tempest’s nipple. “Who knows what other tricks Luna –“
“And Celestia,” Tempest added, noticing Twilight’s omission of the name.
“Might have in store for us?” Twilight took a deep breath and glomped her mouth onto the nipple. As she sucked, Tempest found the experience much more enjoyable than she would have expected after the day she’d been having. There was a relaxing pleasantness to it, a kind of quiet pleasure that came from having the warm milk flow through her jugs and into the mouth of someone she trusted.
Twilight stopped, pulling her mouth away for air. The milk flowed smooth enough at first, but it came out faster the more she sucked and got to more than she could handle in no short amount of time.
Twilight used the relaxation technique Cadence taught her, then resumed nursing Tempest’s nipple.
Tempest looked up at the ceiling, actually growing a little bored with the whole affair. With her humongous breasts lifting her off the ground, there wasn't much she could do to add to her enjoyment. She couldn't even reach into her own vagina to stroke herself.
She drummed her fingers on the boob Twilight wasn't sucking on, waiting for it all to be over.
Twilight stopped, wiped the milk from her mouth, and turned, resting her back against Tempest's massive breast.
"Wow," Twilight huffed. "This is rough."
Tempest narrowed her eyes. "Do you mind? Your elbow is digging into my boob."
Twilight was embarrassed to realize she was using Tempest's breast for her rest and quickly pulled herself away.
Curiously, Twilight poked at the boob again. "Darn. I wish there was an easier way to do this."
"Why don't you ask your precious Princesses to include a backup next time? Oh wait, they already did that, and now we're here."
"Hey, don't talk about the Princesses like that."
"The Princesses who did this to me and put us into this position in the first place? I think I'll talk about them any damn way I please."
"Well, maybe I won't help you, then," Twilight crossed her arms.
"No, please!" Tempest groaned. "Wait, don't you have to do it because of the fail-safe?"
"Oh."
Tempest sighed. "I don't want to fight about this, Twilight, I just want this to be over with."
"I understand," Twilight said. "It's too bad we don't have a way to shrink just one of them. That would make this a lot more manageable."
"Wouldn't that be nice."
"In fact, I think this one is actually looking a little smaller ..." Twilight observed.
Tempest scrutinized her cleavage and her spirits lifted when she realized one of them had shrink.
"Twilight, it's the milk! If we drain out the milk, maybe they'll both shrink!"
"It's worth a shot!" Twilight levitated out a brick from Tempest's closet and pressed it down hard on Tempest's. The milk, formally slow at a trickle, poured out like a waterfall, spilling onto the floor and making a huge mess of a puddle that spread across Tempest's floor.
"Maybe we should take this outside," Tempest said.
"Easier said than done," Twilight said. She looked at the door, then at Tempest's breast, trying to imagine how she would ever get Tempest through the door.
"I've got it," Twilight said, and she grabbed Tempest's boob and teleported them just outside the house.
Twilight resumed pressing the brick to Tempest's breast, but the brick crumbled into pieces.
Twilight rolled her eyes."They really thought of everything, huh?" With some annoyance, Twilight resumed sucling on Tempest's nipple, drinking the milk out and making Tempest's breast shrink at last.
Tempest smiled, cupping her cheeks and smiling as Twilight at last delivered her salvation from her utterly overdone punishment. When they were done, she was going to get a lawyer to sue the Princesses. This thing must have violated some kind of civil rights.
Twilight giggled. "Hey, this stuff is actually pretty good."
"Uh-huh." Tempest looked down at her boob. It had gone down from its enormous size, though not by much. Enough she could tell it was shrinking, and it wasn't just a trick of the light. But she was still worried and concerned.
"And ... Twilight?" Tempest said. "Are you sure you're going to be able to handle all of this by yourself? It seems like a lot of milk."
"Well, I suppose I could try to get a message out oy my friends, and they could help, but you sure you want to make a whole orgy out of it?"
The thought made Tempest shudder. "Never mind. You're right. Keep suckling."
Twilight did so, nursing at Tempest's. Her hands snapped to the side of Tempest's boob as if pulled there by the gravity of their orbit, and her tail whipped back and forth in delight.
"This is really good," Twilight paused to say. Her cheeks flushed a little.
"Twilight, are you ... all right?" Tempest asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Twilight said. She looked down at her stomach. "That's interesting. I would have thought I'd have swollen up by now drinking this much milk. I should at least ..." Twilight burped. "Yeah, do something like that."
"Who knows?"
Twilight resumed her sucking, and Tempest began to enjoy it again. The feeling of pressure and relief ... the distinct joy of knowing her boob was shrinking back down to a regular size, one that she could live with ... it was enough to make her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Once Twilight had reduced Tempest's boob to where either of them could lift it up with one hand, she moved on to the other. She flew up to to, flapping her wings in the air as she sucked on Tempest's nipple, her tail still flapping about in excitement.
Tempest looked behind her with excitement as her boob shrunk, bringing her feet ever closer and closer to the ground. It wasn't too long before her toes touched the snow-covered dirt around her home, and she could lift herself up. Her boob was still the size of a beach ball, but Twilight was able to suck it down to a more manageable size.
Twilight pulled away, having a dopey smile on her face.
Tempest felt up her boobs, lifting them and testing them. They were still more a few bra sizes bigger than they were original, but still far more livable now.
"Thank you, Twilight," Tempest gave Twilight a hug. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I ever would have gotten out of this if weren't for you. I owe you big-time." She put Twilight's hand into her own. "If there's ever anything you need from, anything at all, just ask."
"Mm ... yes, you're welcome, Tempest." Twilight giggled, trying to cover her mouth. "Maybe we can have more of your milk sometime."
Tempest stared, her eye twitching.
"I'm kidding! I was just trying to lighten the mood."
"Good, because if you make a crack like that again, I'll break you."
"We really need to work on this friendship thing with you," Twilight said.
"I look forward to it." Tempest nodded and went back inside her house. Twilight stayed where she was, fluttering in place, pacing back and forth through the air in case she needed again, and probably for other reasons.
“Freedom,” Tempest thought to herself. “Sweet freedom.” Grateful for her tits being back to a normal size, Tempest lifted them up and kissed both of them.
“Now,” Tempest pulled out a quill and parchment, “I think I’m going to write a sternly worded letter to those pulp-headed Princesses!”
Tempest sat down and wrote furiously on her parchment, outlying, in complex detail, all the ways in which her treatment was unfair. Midway through her fifth paragraph, her boob felt heavy and she had to adjust to get it out of the way of her letter.
It took her a moment to realize what that meant.
“Oh no,” Tempest groaned. “No, no!”
Tempest rushed to the door, hoping Twilight was still out there. She cupped her jugs, getting heavier by the minute. They were growing much faster now, as if the fact they had reached their peak size before made them eager to grow that huge again, as if they took pleasure in being so large even if Tempest didn’t.
“Twilight!” Tempest shouted, throwing her door open. “We have a problem!”
“We do?” Twilight said, turning around and looking at Tempest with concern.
“The spell ...” Tempest groaned, falling over, her jugs the size of beach balls and beyond what she could reasonably walk with. “The spell didn’t lift! I’m still cursed!”
“Oh no! What do we do?”
“I don’t know,” Tempest said. She rubbed her temples, watching as her boobs swelled up like water balloons. Gradually, they pushed her up off the ground. She flailed her legs uselessly to try and keep contact with the ground, but to no avail. Her feet kicked at empty air.
Tempest’s boobs quickly reached their former huge size, placing Tempest on top of them like chairs again.
“Do something!” Tempest groaned, gesturing to her massive tits.
Twilight floated up to them and inspected them with interest. She got a smile on her face that made Tempest worry.
“You know, Tempest Shadow, I’ve been thinking ...” Twilight floated herself on top of Tempest’s breasts, using Tempest’s jugs as a couch and lying out. “Is it really so bad to have such big breasts?”
“What are you talking about? Of course it’s bad, I can’t – oh. Oh no. The milk messed with your head, didn’t it? Great. Just great. They really thought of everything, didn’t they?”
“So warm and soft,” Twilight muttered, rolling over and drawing her finger on Tempest’s boob. She crawled to the edge of one and grabbed onto them, squeezing it like a bouncing ball. “I might like to have boobs like this someday.”
“Trust me, you really wouldn’t,” Tempest groaned, for all the good it would.
“So big and soft and milky,” Twilight brought her hand over to Tempest’s nipple and gave it a pinch. Milk shot out in a spurt, making a mess on the ground, and Tempest was disturbed to take pleasure in it this time. The feeling of pressure and relief, the feeling of warm liquid passing through her, of warm, life-giving sustenance coming from her own body ...
“Oh, Twilight ...” Tempest moaned. “More! More! Milk me more!”
She didn’t know what she saying. Twilight obliged her, reaching her head down and sucking on Tempest’s nipple, pinching it with her fingers on both hands. Tempest had a moment of clarity and wanted to tell Twilight to stop, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. She resigned herself to her fate.
Twilight moaned, head bobbing as she nursed Tempest. She pulled away, wiping the milk from her mouth again.
“Tempest, your milk is so good,” Twilight said. “Like … really, really good.”
“Yeah?” Tempest asked. “What about it?”
“Like, really good,” Twilight said.
“I heard you the first time, Twilight, what do you mean? … Oh, no,” Tempest groaned, realizing what was to happen next. “Not that. Anything but that.”
Twilight hugged onto Tempest’s boob tightly. She lifted her head up like a wolf howling at the moan as she came to a climax, squirting cum out of her vagina and straight into Tempest’s cleavage. Tempest’s eyes twitched as she felt the warm liquid pour deep into her huge cleft, leaving a trail through the insides of her boobs that went from the top all to the way bottom, with Twilight’s cum pouring out from underneath her tits.
Tempest panted, deriving a sick sense of pleasure from the feeling of Twilight’s juices flowing over and painting her boobs. It made her feel so … loved, so slutty, and she liked that feeling. Part of her suspected it was the magic in the spell making her only think she loved it, but she didn’t have the will to resist or the magic to counter it if that was the case.
“Twilight,” Tempest said. “Please do that again.”
“Okay,” Twilight’s horn flared up with magic, and Tempest paniked. Damn Freudian slips.
“No, don’t! I meant, don’t do that again! Twilight, stop – stop – ooh.” Tempest moaned, feeling on the verge of a climax of her own as Twilight got her boobs all wet and filthy all over again, cum seeping through her cleft and making the insides of her gigantic jugs so warm and sticky.
“Stop ...” Tempest panted, feeling turned on as Twilight squirted into her cleavage. “Twilight, you’ve got to ...oh.” Tempest rested her head on her breasts, cumming herself, with own cum squirting onto her boobs and covering up areas Twilight missed.
“Can’t … no...” Tempest muttered, before closing her eyes and going to rest while Twilight did the same, using her tits as a mattress to sleep on.
They kept each other warm throughout the night, though they were going to have some serious cleaning to do tomorrow.