In a Busty Bind

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Yvette wriggled and writhed in place, squirming and shifting her weight from side to side. Occasionally crossed and recrossed her legs, trying for the umpteenth time to find a comfortable position which didn’t remind her of her plush rear, enlarged thighs, or monumental breasts, she fidgeted in place. So far as she could tell, it had been well over an hour since her hasty and borderline-panicked egress from the beach - an hour of which she’d spent the better part of fighting against, and losing to, her own carnal desires.

Shortly after she had sat down earlier, she’d felt a small but steady trickle of her marish juices leaking from the microscopic gap between her massive meaty thighs - still, despite having sequestered herself within a public changing room, she hadn’t shed a bit of her spontaneously added mass. Hanging her head, she peered down at the immense cleavage of her bulbous bosoms, and sighed.

While nearly everyone was keenly aware that changelings were a bit unique among the sapient creatures of Equestria, it was a little known fact that the finer nuances of their parasitic nature varied from drone to drone. Most of her kind could freely control if and when they absorbed energy from another creature, whereas a handful of others, like herself, simply soaked up ambient amorous essence instinctively like a sponge - as such, after an exceedingly short lived and wholly embarrassing trip to the seaside, she’d ballooned to nearly seven times her original size.

For many drones, the development would have been a mild, albeit awkward growth, but fate had been especially unkind to Yvette. Unlike many of her kin, whose bodies would burn through their reserves of power in a relatively short period of time, her tall, normally slender frame held on to the fuel for days. In addition, her body was much more sensitive to the metaphysical energies of love; as a result, where one drone may only grow the slightest bit over a fairly substantial meal, Yvette would become positively engorged. These factors would have been bad enough on their own, yet there was an element that she held in very mixed regard. Despite her best efforts, loathing that she’d made a scene, she absolutely adored her enlarged look.

The curves of her massive chest, belly, hips, and thighs were positively bounteous, making it hard not to think about how ravishing her expansive form was. To make matters worse, her small sanctuary was adorned with a standing mirror, doubtlessly to allow patrons to adjust their swimwear, but its intended purpose was lost on her. Sneaking glimpses of herself, drawn by the sight of her vividly colored areola, she ground her supple, moistened thighs together.

As scandalous as it was, she’d already gotten off once in the changing room, and had been tempted to do so a second time, but the act was both shameful and counterproductive. A changeling simply couldn’t rub their energy reserves away - at least, she’d never been able to - which left her with few options of making an escape. As things were, if she tried to sneak out and walk back to her townhouse, there was a very real chance that she’d be stopped for public indecency.

It was a marvel that her bikini had somehow survived her unplanned metamorphosis as long as it did, but her exaggerated size - and the fact that she had completely destroyed the garment only an hour or so ago - left the garment laughably useless. Her bikini top, at the end of its life as a wearable garment, had only just barely covered her nipples - exposing most of her areolae - but her bottom was worse. The once modest pair of bikini bottoms, having once covered most of her rump and groin, had been all but swallowed by her titanic and deliciously soft buns, until she took it off with her spectacular surge of growth. Even her sarong didn’t survive the battle of the curves, though it fared far better than the rest of her beach ensemble, and remained untorn. Without a fitting change of clothes to wear, and unwilling to risk a mad dash to her home, she was left with one option - well, one viable option.

Were any other drone in her situation, they’d more than likely shift their form, trot out, and be done with the affair without a care in the world; sadly, things weren’t quite that simple for Yvette. Ever since the peace accord was struck between Queen Chrysalis and Princess Celestia, and she had taken up residence in one of Equestria’s great cities, she’d made a promise to herself not to shapeshift around the ponies of Equestria. Ties between the two races had been rocky, to say the very least, and the last thing she wanted was to uphold the duplicitous stereotype of her kind with the native equine, or at least those who were privy to changelings, anyway. Therefore, she only ever used her transformative abilities in private or, for the last several months, not at all.

While simply changing her form was the easiest and most convenient solution, there was an alternative - a compression spell. The specifics of the magic involved were tricky, and predominantly used for the movement of freight, but she had read that some variations of it could be safely applied to creatures, even if being under the effects of this particular variation of the spell was somewhat uncomfortable. Simply put, if she could pull it off - and she could very easily pull it off - she’d be able to alter her size without using her natural shapeshifting abilities.

Unlike a shrinking spell, which alters an object’s size while also keeping its mass relative, this particular charm would reduce something’s dimensions in every way without shedding a single gram, in part due to the nature of being able to be applied to organic creatures. Closing her eyes and sending power surging through her horn, she held her palms over her chest. A full-body tingle gradually fell over her, moments before a sensation of shrinking fought for her attention. Motioning her arms across her bountiful curves, she made sure that the spell was affecting everything evenly, from her overly-engorged chest, down to her pillowy belly, and across her supple thighs. Cracking an eye, while keeping her fingers crossed, she watched as her proportions diminished.

As soon as she was close to her regular size - at least as close as she could get with the fairly basic spell she had memorized, anyway - she shot to her hooves and swiftly laid out her more decent outfit. The spell had worked, which was miraculous enough, but that didn’t mean she was out of the woods yet. Unfortunately, unlike her innate ability to transform, the magic of this particular spell would take constant concentration and energy to fuel. Some part of her realized that it was silly, and that simply altering her figure would be both easier and much more convenient, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it - after all, she was a bug of her principles.

Still slippery from her most indecorous activities of the past hour, Yvette resigned to mopping the sweet essence from between her thighs with her beach towel; as much as the tiny, sultry voice in her head was screaming for her to air out her pink-lime-scented musk in the open for all to lust over, her more rational being knew that the less noticeable her urges were to the public, the better. Deep down, however, she knew that her efforts to clean up were near-fruitless; she’d be just as wet again anyway, if not even more so, in about ten minutes’ time.

Changing into the outfit she’d worn on her way to her beach escapade - a rather flowery, yet simple honeydew-colored sundress with an orchid-pink ribbon around the waist and a large bow on the back, a fittingly large straw beach hat, a relatively basic black bra, and her favorite pair of now-little red panties, which had a tiny pink heart in the middle of the rear side - Yvette was remarkably grateful that she had something a bit more modest to wear. Even if she was still much curvier now than when she had worn it earlier in the day, and was spilling out of both her undergarments and her sundress in a myriad of ways, it was far better than attempting to run home in the nude.

Gathering her things, she shakily adjusted her massive set of spectacles and ran a hand back along her dorsal fin. Mentally preparing herself for the undoubtedly crowded walk home, she cracked the door open, and peeked outside. Even though she wasn’t as eye-catching as she’d been an hour ago, and even less so from mere moments ago, she didn’t want to take any chances; the last thing she needed was to get distracted or, Chrysalis forbid, run into that cute mare she’d encountered on the shore. Finding the coast clear, going so far as to listen for anyone nearby, she dashed out of her refuge and towards the street.

Thankfully, her trip home would be a short one. The townhouse she owned was less than a mile away, meaning it wouldn’t take her long to get home - that was, so long as she didn’t hit any snags. Holding her towel and grimoire over her chest, mitigating the chances of anyone ogling her cleavage or getting fleeting glances of her visible pot-belly, she kept her eyes glued to the sidewalk. Focusing on the compression spell, only occasionally glancing up to ensure didn’t miss a turn, she only just caught herself from stepping into traffic.

Being one of the larger cities on the continent, Baltimare was a bustling metropolis of activity. The sizable port and temperate climate were an allure for many, offering relatively mild weather all year, plenty of jobs, and access to foreign goods, which is exactly why she’d decided to settle there. While there were plenty of perks to living in the massive town, there were a handful of drawbacks as well - namely the constant hustle and bustle.

Standing at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, Yvette impatiently tapped her hoof. As the seconds dragged on, several pedestrians gathered around her; she was hoping that nopony would notice the scent of what was slowly making its way down the inside of her legs. She would have been more than happy to ignore her fellow townsfolk, letting them go about their business without a care in the world, but something quickly caught her attention. Guided by a delicate, ambrosial scent, she turned her head and peered over at a pegasus mare - a pegasus mare who was blissfully eyeing her rather modest rump.

The sight caused her heart to skip a beat, made her mouth dry, and nearly undid the spellwork concealing her exceptionally expanded form. With a squeak, she vaguely tried to camouflage herself amongst the other bystanders. To much her own chagrin, her amazing height had bested her at her own game yet again; even without feeling her dorsal fin standing up much straighter than usual, attempting to hide was a rather futile effort unless she bothered to crouch - something that was sure to make a scene - as she stuck out far above the heads of her peers. A few of the onlookers had taken notice of her antics, but thankfully opted to continue on with indifference to what the silly bug lady was doing.

Lost in her own daydreams, and oblivious to what Yvette was doing, it took a moment for the pegasus to notice the changeling looking back at her; with a startled jolt, her eyes went wide, her wings sprung out, and her cheeks almost instantaneously turned a deeper shade of crimson than Yvette thought a pony was capable of. Forcing her eyes shut, she squirmed around in a fluster, as an almost vain attempt to not make a scene.

To anyone but a changeling, the sight of a creature casually admiring another would have been easy to ignore, yet that wasn’t the case for her kind - for drones, that carnal interest was like a beacon in the dark, nearly impossible to ignore, and tempting to a fault to exploit. Wrenching her attention away from the poor, love-struck mare, as the ponies around her began to cross the street, Yvette knit her brow and trudged towards her home, to avoid another surprise public feeding session.

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity of walking, and more bouncing around than usual, she rounded a corner, spotted her abode, and smiled. Her home was a townhouse, nearly identical to the structures it sat nestled between, but she positively adored it. It was her refuge, gave her everything she needed, and couldn’t have been located in a better spot; even without her ability to fly, it would only take her a few minutes to reach work, the market, or the coziest little café she’d ever seen. Trotting up the front steps, she swiftly saw herself inside.

Upon crossing the threshold, she slammed the door closed, turned the lock, and sighed. Somehow, despite what felt like insurmountable odds, she’d made it home mostly without making a spectacle of herself - still, she wasn’t done yet. Though the magic she’d cast was tiresome to maintain, she couldn’t risk undoing it until she’d done two things - gotten to her room and gotten out of her outfit.

Given the prolific size she’d grown to, she didn’t want to risk getting stuck in a doorway or, Chrysalis forbid, accidentally damaging the already highly strained sundress she was wearing. Although it wasn’t as expensive a garment as her bikini, she had spent her hard-earned bits on the item, and she didn’t really feel like ruining two outfits in one day. Briskly walking through the foyer, she started up the stairway leading to the second and third floors.

The entire day had been nothing but taxing. She’d hoped that her jaunt to the beach would bolster her confidence, and possibly help her relax around others, yet that hadn’t really been the case. There was a slim chance that repeated attempts would bear better fruit, steadily desensitizing her to the presence and interest of others, although she wasn’t going to settle for chances. Stepping into her bedroom, her eyes wandered to a clipping of paper resting on her vanity.

Her original plan to broaden her horizons had failed spectacularly, nearly catastrophically, yet that wasn’t her only option. After a bit of research, poring over various, occasionally libidinous magazines and periodicals, she happened upon an individual who might be able to give her a bit of help. The only reason she hadn’t contacted the individual was because this particular changeling had a somewhat dubious profession.

This particular drone’s name was Měilì and, according to an advertisement she posted, she professed at making others comfortable. It took Yvette mere seconds to put the pieces together, surmising that the changeling was doubtlessly some sort of escort or call girl, but that gave her an idea. If there was one type of person who could be relaxed around anyone, wouldn’t it be a courtesan?

Since she struggled in social situations, often growing tense and uncomfortable, perhaps talking with someone who got paid to keep others company could give her some insight. It was an unorthodox plan, and it had no guarantee of working, yet she struggled to find fault with the scheme. Steeling herself, crossing the room, she picked up the receiver of her rotary phone, dialed the number and waited.

Driven by frustration and her refusal to throw in the towel, she kept her conversation with the escort as concise and to the point as she could. Though she didn’t reveal the exact nature of her issue, hoping to avoid any mockery, she made it clear that she was in need of a home visit. Even if she couldn’t get any assistance or keen insight on her not-so-little problem, she had every intention of paying the woman afterwards. Concluding the call, after the harlot agreed to come over within the hour, she trotted to and flopped back on her bed.

Yvette sighed, with both her wings and heart fluttering in anticipation. In less than an hour, a changeling she’d never met would be at her doorstep - a changeling whose job was to fuck ponies’ brains out - and she’d be helping her with her issue. She didn’t want to head to her study to try and distract herself with work, lest she miss her guest’s arrival. However, that left her with another issue entirely - with some time to kill, she wasn’t sure what else to distract herself with.

Even if she didn’t have any intention of donning the now-destroyed swimwear, lest she reenact the salacious moments from earlier that morning, she had to do something. She didn’t want to end up wearing herself out before her esteemed guest could arrive, but the fire in her loins was unbearable. Staring up at the ceiling, wondering if the call girl really would be able to help like she advertised, Yvette scrunched her snout. It really wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t control her body as well as others! Although that was little consolation.

After undoing the zipper at the back of her sundress and letting the garment fall to either side of her chest, she pushed the upper half down beyond her slight pot belly and past her buttocks, lifted her legs, did her best to step out of the pesky dress, and sat on her bed. Next was her bra, which was practically begging to be relieved of its duty, holding back the tsunami of titty behind its meager fabric form. She opted to not take off her panties, as whilst they lightly dug into her hips, some depraved part of her, which ultimately won against her more rational being, wanted them to soak in her own sweat and juices a little more, to properly absorb her scent.

While she had no intention of completely cancelling the magic that was renewing her vaguely-svelte form, she did feel the need to switch over to a superior spell that she half-remembered seeing in the tome she was reading. Reaching over to her bag, she pulled out her copy of Mothra's Methods of Magic, Vol. II, and flipped over to a page that she had scrawled a few notes onto. Setting it down aside, Yvette repeated the motions for the previous spell, this time holding her hands in the air and away from her assets, and undid it.

Almost immediately, she felt her entire self Bwoomph within a fraction of a second; her hands were shot away by her fat nipples, pushed with the force of the dozens of pounds of tit-flesh that lay behind them. Her entire body jerked up a little - causing her to bounce on the mattress shortly before settling down and sinking in deeper than before - as her ass and thighs exploded in size and returned to their love-stuffed state. Her little red panties had basically been turned into a g-string with how much they were being stretched and distorted; they were barely holding by a thread. Not that they could be seen anymore, as the sides were entirely buried underneath her love-handles, and the rear portion had slid down enough to be under her. Had her center of mass not shifted when her plump belly regained its luscious cushioning, she would have almost certainly fallen off the bed with the sudden surge of flesh.

Being reminded of just how plush and curvaceous she was now served to only add fuel to the fire that was raging down in her nether regions; she could feel another gush of fluid make its way between her thighs, even with all the other nectar that had already leaked down there since she last mopped up. Biting her lip and clenching her thighs together, Yvette inhaled deeply; some twisted part of her mind found great joy in savoring her own musky scent, and another part, the sensation of her panties digging in deeply. She was amazed that they didn’t just snap the same way that her bikini had, yet somehow they had endured her massive growth spurt.

Adjusting herself and her glasses, and attempting to have at least one coherent thought, Yvette prepared herself for her new spell. Doing her best to dispel all her downright uncouth cogitations, she brought one hand to her chest, did her best hand-bra impression, and reached the other around to try and hook one of her fingers around her panties. She let the magic flow through her horn, and let the spell do the rest. With a slight glow to the affected areas, she could feel the power of her spell being weaved into the complex structure needed to properly compress her own body into a more reasonable shape. Nowhere near as quickly as she expanded - that is to say, mere seconds later - she was back to her other size; breasts still far bigger than her own head, a belly round enough to grab onto, and hips wide enough to cover most of a doorframe.

Looking at herself, she did feel that one thing was missing, however. Rather, a lack of a certain feeling; her bra was still sitting off to the side, when it should have been on her, attempting - and failing to - squeeze the life out of her bountiful boobs. Promptly, Yvette put her poor little bra back on and did it up again as best she could.

As soon as she was satisfied with her bodily decor, the sensations down below started to cloud her mind again. Losing the fight to her more lascivious half, she saw no harm in easing up the compression just a touch; being under the effects of a compression spell was somewhat uncomfortable, after all, and not in the same wonderful way that her tight clothing was. Closing her eyes and with a bit of concentration, taking care not to dispel the sorcery entirely, she dialed back the enchantment.

Though she wasn’t looking at herself, she felt the heft on her chest increase slightly, and felt that she was sitting on more of her doona than before. The mattress compressed under the added load, leaving her to sink into the cushiony surface. Her bra became tighter, her panties even more so, as she intentionally let her plush body press up and get dug into by that which attempted to contain her. She gave a deep sigh; even the slight relief felt amazing, better than she’d anticipated, yet it did leave her curious. Pushing herself up, she turned her head to the side and gazed at the mirror on her vanity.

As she’d thought, her bust had regained some of its enlarged size. Now over twice the size of her head, but not nearly as massive as they’d been on the beach, each succulent teat obscured most of her upper torso. She shook her chest around playfully, savoring the deliciously jiggly view of her constricted bosom, before she heard some of the clasps of her bra starting to snap. Reaching back behind herself, hoping to ultimately spare it from being torn apart entirely - even if she did love the tight feeling it gave her - she unclasped the undergarment and freed her modestly enlarged bosoms.

Tossing the brassiere to the side, letting it land where it may, she hefted one teat in each hand. Aside from the surprisingly remarkable heft of each mountainous mammary, given their already bloated size - a result of her compression spell only changing the outward appearance of an object - they were still exceptionally tender. Much to her chagrin, a byproduct of feasting on the ambient love or lust from others was that her body became hyper-sensitized. Holding the pair of pillowy breasts, amusedly squeezing them together, her muzzle split in a coy little grin. Try as she might, she couldn’t help but appreciate how well her increased bust complimented the rest of her engorged figure.

Slowly, almost insidiously, her hand glided over her thigh and to her groin. She hadn’t intended to be so bewitched by her reflection, yet it happened all the same. Her dark fingers danced over the crimson panties covering her whetted marehood, causing her to shiver and reminding her of just what she was doing. Briefly warring with herself, grappling with the notion of some transient relief, her inhibitions ultimately won out.

Situated as it was, resting just above the level of her mattress, the vanity’s mirror wouldn’t allow her to watch the lustful display - then again, there was no need. Simply seeing her bare chest and slightly plump form had been more than enough to get her going, so she did just that. Rolling onto her back, with her free hand clutching one tit, she peered down at her chest.

Most of her lower body was obscured by her chest, yet she wasn’t bothered in the slightest; if anything, only seeing a small slither of her bloated belly through her vast valley of cleavage made it even more enticing to feel. Lazily kneading her marehood, as she gently pawed at her teat, she was stricken with a delightfully naughty idea. She wasn’t sure if she could pull it off, even with her enlarged bust, but she couldn’t resist from trying. Angling her teat towards her face, while she craned her neck downward, she brought her muzzle to her nipple.

Much to her amusement, taking perilously little effort, her snout pressed against the sensitive bud of flesh. Seeing herself nude had been provocative enough, but discovering that she could kiss the delicate flesh of her teats poured fuel on the fire. Opening her mouth, unable to control herself any longer, she wrapped her lips around the udder-like tit and gently suckled.

Softly groaning to herself, as she closed her eyes, she massaged her sex with gradually increasing enthusiasm. Her digits grew moist, her pulse quickened, and her serpentine tongue coiled around her nipple, as her movements grew increasingly heated. She told herself that it was simply to blow off some steam, that she deserved some relief after her tumultuous morning, but she knew that wasn’t the case - no, some part of her loved just how large she’d gotten, and that withered away at her inhibitions.

Moaning around one tit, while her hand crept beneath her panties, she squeezed and fondled her unaccosted breast. There was something undeniably risqué about getting herself off, but she couldn’t resist. As her fingers sank into the meaty folds of her marehood, warmed by her velvety interior, she found her prize. Her instincts took hold, pushing her past the point of no return, as her hips reflexively bucked into her palm.

While she wasn’t as big as she’d been on the beach, she savored the additional weight, softness, and sensitivity of her enlarged state. It was a bit of a shame that she couldn’t watch the display, but she wasn’t bothered too much. If or when circumstances were similar, possibly in a more controlled way, she’d make a note to move her vanity or, more conveniently, simply enjoy herself in a different position.

Focusing on her clit, lightly biting and tweaking her teats, her eyelids fluttered. Saliva crept down her bosom, smearing over her torso, as her nectar drenched her panties and seeped into the blanket. Well past the point of caring, impelled by her inevitable release, she passionately got herself off. She’d earned this, it was her reward for trying so hard to grow and improve as a drone, and there was nothing that was going to stop her - that was, until something did.

Though it was faint, a soft knocking caught her ear - only made audible by a magical sound transmission spell. She tried to dismiss it at first, attributing it to the neighbors or perhaps the mailmare, but that wasn’t the case. Several seconds passed, before the noise repeated itself - this time more urgently. Unlatching from her boob, rolling her head back, she glowered at her ceiling fan. Of all bloody days and all the bloody times for someone to pay her a visit, it had to be now.

It wasn’t until the third series of knocks occurred did she finally relent, heaving herself up and getting to her hooves. “Just a minute!” she shouted, glancing to her closet.

She could don her dress, but that would mean having to re-compress her figure again. Knitting her brow, thinking fast, she spotted her bathrobe. To be sure, nobody would blame her for wearing the modest garb within the comfort of her own home, and it would make concealing herself easy, so she trotted over and snatched up the article.

Slipping her arms through the lavender-colored robe, and securing it around her waist with its purple ribbon, she quickly inspected her reflection. Despite being virtually naked beneath the garment, with only her utterly soaked panties clinging to her groin, she was made instantly presentable - well, mostly presentable.

Despite being clothed, in a technical sense, her full figure was very apparent. Her heavy chest, broad hips, rounded belly, and ample thighs were clear to see, yet that wasn’t enough to stop her. Briskly trotting out of her room, down the stairs, and to the front door, she crossed her arms over her chest, putting them close to her face. She assumed her visitor was simply making a delivery, or that it was someone with a wrong address, so she’d likely have them shooed away shortly.

Deftly unlocking and cracking the front door, unwilling to give her guest a full view of herself, she peered outside. “May I help you?”

Lingering on her doorstep, with her tush resting against the banister, a drone lingered - a short, buxom, and somewhat bored looking drone. Wearing what she could only describe as a kimono, which came down to just above her knees, the changeling certainly had a peculiar sense of fashion. Disinterestedly cracking an eye to the door, giving Yvette the barest glimpse of violet beneath the black lids, she lifted and pulled on a long, ornate looking pipe.

“I believe it’s you who needed the help -” the woman began, exhaling a wisps of magenta-colored smoke, “that is, if you’re Ms. Yvette.”

Yvette stiffened, her dorsal fin almost snapping back to her scalp; only then did she realize who she was looking at. “I...I…” she stammered, taken aback by just how quickly her guest had arrived. “I presume you’re Měilì?”

Turning to face her host, the drone gave a small bow. “The same. So tell me,” she continued, straightening up and bringing the stem of her fuming pipe to her full, pouting lips, “how may I be of assistance…?”

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A moment passed, as the escort exhaled another plume of the oddly colored, sweet-smelling smoke, before the stranger spoke again. “May I come in?”

“O-oh! Yes,” Yvette started, realizing she’d nearly been gawking at her guest for the past several seconds. Stepping aside, clearing the doorway, she bade the woman enter. “Please, come in.”

She hadn’t known what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t anticipated the call girl to be as appealing as she was. Even with her body hidden beneath the kimono, the curves of her body were plain to see. Relatively short and massively stacked - even more so than her compressed self - the drone’s figure was provocative to a fault; paired with her soft tone, heavily lidded eyes, and the way she carried herself, she practically exuded sensuality.

Měilì dipped her head and stepped inside, stopping just past the door. “I must admit, it’s rare that I’m called by a fellow changeling - doubly so, considering you’re a woman,” she hummed, turning to face her host.

“W...well,” Yvette stammered, wrenching her eyes away from the woman’s bosom, “I hope that that’s not a problem.”

“Not in the slightest - in fact, that’s one reason I came in such a timely fashion,” Měilì softly snickered, covering her muzzle.

“I appreciate that, Měilì,” Yvette sighed. While was still grappling with the fact that she’d effectively summoned a prostitute, the woman’s relaxed mien helped to put her at ease - that being said, she could help but feel a touch jealous.

Simply put, her guest had a stunning body, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was hidden beneath the conservative garb. Glancing to the sliver of visible cleavage atop the girl’s chest, her pulse quickened. There she was, having spent nearly the entirety of her life not trying to draw attention to herself, yet this woman was brazen enough to not only flaunt her sexuality, but to capitalize on it as well. Shifting in place, anxiously wondering if there was a protocol for such visits, she noticed her guest tug at the fabric over her rack.

“Please, call me Mei,” the escort whispered, her words nearly dripping with carnality, “and by all means, feel free to look as much as you like - after all, you did invite me over.” Moving forward, she pretended to head toward the stairs; her true target was Yvette. With a jostle, she crashed front-on into the unaware changeling, pressing their busts up against one another.

Yvette’s crest shot up, clearly not expecting the near-symmetrical docking that was happening, as she froze in place. Mei looked into her host’s wide eyes, as she steadily smiled. “Sorry about that…” she murmured, feigning her apologetic tone, “But now that you’ve had a taste, you have a desire for more, no?”

“M...Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” Yvette sputtered, as her marehood clenched upon itself.

Turning her head, sniffing the air, Mei glanced sidelong at her host. “Perhaps that’s for the best,” she purred, grinning ever so slightly.

Yvette nodded, briskly trotting to and up the stairs. Not wanting her guest to get the entirely wrong idea, she cleared her throat. “I called because I was hoping you could help me with a little - umm - problem I have.”

“Do tell…” the woman quietly responded.

“This is a little embarrassing, but I’ve always had a problem of - um - being a bit overly enthusiastic with feeding -” Yvette murmured, stepping off the landing and moving into her room, “th-that is to say, I literally cannot control it. It’s not a problem most of the time, but it can put me in some...very tricky situations.”

“And I presume these tricky situations complicate matters while out and about?” Mei countered.

“Y...yeah,” Yvette timidly replied. “Once it starts happening, it’s nearly impossible to stop.”

Walking in behind her, sauntering to the foot of the bed, the drone trailed wisps of smoke in her wake. Seeing her host bat the fumes away, she licked her thumb and readied to snuff her pipe. “My apologies, I should have asked.”

Shaking her head, Yvette attempted to dismiss her visitor’s concern. “It’s alright, but what is that stuff?”

“An herbal blend that works as an aphrodisiac and mild sedative. Care for a try?” Mei inquired, offering the pipe.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Yvette timidly responded. “A-Anyway, yeah, another part of my issue is that I tend to retain any energy I absorb.”

“Well you are quite the attractive creature, if I do say so myself,” the woman cooed. Stepping forward, she caressed her host’s arm. “Perhaps it would be best if you show me what the issue is.”

Yvette shrank at the call-girl’s compliment, though her dorsal fin betrayed her otherwise meekish act and stood straight up. She swallowed hard; despite having known she’d ultimately have to bare herself, she was the client, and saw no harm in giving a small request to her guest. “I-I… You first…”

Grinning to herself, cracking one violet eye open, Mei reached for the cincture around her waist. “But of course…”

Undoing the knot and letting the strip of cloth fall, she slowly opened the top of her garment. As the fabric over her torso parted, Yvette’s eyes widened in shock. The woman’s breasts practically poured out of the kimono, defying all logic. Her guest’s rack had been impressive before, yet that paled in comparison to the sight she beheld. By the time her bosoms were fully exposed, they’d more than doubled in size, and were easily the size of beach-balls.

Unlike herself, the woman was completely nude beneath her kimono; though it made sense, given her profession, she was still surprised that her guest could nonchalantly go about without undergarments. Mei’s smooth, plump, hairless crotch would doubtlessly have attracted the attention of most, but her chest was utterly captivating; her lilac, pronounced nipples were both inverted, almost appearing like pairs of little lips.

“Ordinarily, seeing that expression on one of my clients is priceless,” Mei softly snickered, hefting one of her host’s massive teats in her hand. “But smelling the lust on you is - Mmmmm -” she continued, shivering slightly, “absolutely wonderful.”

“I…” Yvette trailed off, as a harsh realization struck her; she wasn’t just dealing with a mare, she was dealing with a changeling mare.

While socializing with a pony, she could easily conceal any interest or amorous thoughts that flitted through her head, but that tactic was wholly negated by her company. Being a fellow shapeshifter, the escort could easily sense her amorous interest. Her cheeks started to glow green, while blood rushed to her loins, making her feel even more self-conscious; to make matters worse, with her guest having revealed herself, it was only a matter of time until she was expected to do the same.

“How did you do that?” she asked, listlessly fiddling with the waistband of her robe.

“A minor enchantment for my kimono,” Mei explained, strutting over and setting her pipe on the vanity. “Should you like, I could give you my couture’s number.”

Keeping her eyes on the floor, Yvette nodded and steadily opened her own garment. With nothing beneath her robe, save for the crimson panties about her waist, she uneasily exposed herself. While it was slightly less tense showing her body to a fellow changeling, she couldn’t say she was exactly comfortable - then again, she only had herself to blame. Throwing the rest of her robe open and letting the garment fall to the floor, she felt the warm air against her chest, and ground her thighs together.

“Something feels off,” the woman noted, causing Yvette to lift her gaze.

Much to her chagrin, and without the slightest warning, Mei stepped forward and started to fondle the taller changeling’s smaller chest. For Yvette, touching herself in such a manner would have been stimulating enough, but having someone else brazenly grope her sent her heart fluttering. While she’d foreseen the possibility of some tactile contact, the act of being felt up left her at a loss for words.

“Is that a compression spell?” Mei asked, cupping one of Yvette’s sumptuously swollen teats and tweaking her gigantic green glass-cutter nipple, noting that her host’s breasts were much heavier than what she’d expected given their size.

“Y...yeah,” Yvette falteringly answered, only then meeting her guest’s eyes. “It was the only thing I could think of at the time.”

“Clever,” the drone hummed, giving the pair of bosoms a small squeeze, “but that’s hardly necessary now. If you’d be so kind, I’d like to see the extent of your issue…”

As the escort stepped away, releasing her breasts, Yvette sighed; she saw no need to undo the sorcery upon herself a second time, since casting it had been far more difficult than the previous spell. She wanted to savor the feelings of growth that she had been able to experience with the spell, since it very much reminded her of her time on the beach. Not wanting to trounce her guest this early in the evening, however, she near-reluctantly obliged. She was already naked, or close enough to count, so she saw no point in delaying the inevitable. Closing her eyes, for both concentration and to avoid her guest’s reaction, she steadily undid the enchantment upon herself. Though she couldn’t see it, she felt her proportions shifting.

Virtually every part of her expanded to a degree as she returned to her nigh-corpulent form, although most of it was localized to her thighs, tush, belly, and chest. Her thighs pressed against each other even harder, her rear ballooned out, her gut drooped down and overflowed, and her breasts flopped forward. Barely noticing that the magic had finished, she stood for a second, preparing for whatever Mei would have to say about her full form.

Compared to Mei, she was clearly the curvier of the two; whilst Mei’s swollen teats were easily thrice the size of her torso each, Yvette’s own bosom won her out by at least an extra dozen or two cup-sizes - though at this point, cups were near-meaningless. Mei’s hips were as wide as her bust, yet Yvette’s were wider still, with love handles to spare. Mei had a modestly rotund rear, but her butt all but paled in comparison to the shelf created by Yvette’s absolute globes, and where Mei had a comparatively measly pot belly, Yvette had a positively doughy double belly that reached low enough to hide the front of her panties even when she was standing, with a large navel deep enough to stick her whole hand into.

While the release of the spell was a relief - she was now comfortably back to her full, filled-out form, easing the strain on her figure - she kept her eyes glued shut and her head straight down. Even though her guest was a professional sex worker, likely having seen and done things she couldn’t imagine, she had no way of knowing how the woman would react - which made the hushed giggle she heard all the more jarring.

“Much better,” Mei smugly intoned. Her host’s head snapped up, staring wide eyed at her, but she wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot. Looking up, Yvette opened her eyes, and shot an awkward smile towards the escort. “Really?”

“My my, impressive…” the escort remarked, her eyes savoring the delectable view presented before her. Glancing down at her divine host’s crotch, Mei expected to see the front of Yvette’s deeply-soaked crimson panties, yet they were nowhere to be found; instead, all she saw was the flabby mass of her undoubtedly doughy double belly. Her eyebrows flashed, and her heart fluttered for a second, as she jumped down on one knee to examine Yvette’s belly closer.

As soon as she was eye-level with Yvette’s navel, she started vigorously fondling her tummy; kneading a handful of flesh with one hand, and tracing the edge of her massive innie belly button with a finger on the other. Yvette practically froze in place from the second wave of sudden attention, save for her squeaks and moans as Mei kneaded her extensive gut.
“how did you even manage such a spell?” Mei asked, continuing to manipulate Yvette’s supple stomach. “Those that I know of can’t achieve a ratio as small as yours.”

“O-oh! It’s… it’s something that I-I’ve been working on for a-ah!-a while…” Yvette responded, snapping out of her pleasure-induced stupor, “This isn’t-ah!-isn’t the first time it’s happened, but it’s never-ah-been this bad before…” She squirmed in place, dancing from hoof to hoof; her guest was an expert at making her uncomfortable in all the right ways, and it was making more of her juices run down her legs.

“I see, I see…” Mei idly remarked. She felt it was time to explore the last part of her host’s voluptuous body - her near-impossibly large ass. Grabbing a hold of both Yvette’s thighs, she tried her best to twist her into a new position, causing Yvette to stumble slightly.

“H-hey, what are you-AH!” Yvette exclaimed, her elytra snapping open, as Mei got her to turn around. As soon as she got a full-face view of Yvette’s globe-sized cheeks, she tugged upwards on her far-too-tight panties.

“Taking in your marvellous handiwork, my dear,” the call girl softly replied, engrossed with intimately rubbing her hands over every piece of the supersized, supple bug-booty she could reach, making Yvette squeak, moan, and occasionally even chirp at the sensations.
As she danced her fingers over where the panties dug in - their paltry attempt at covering a booty they were never designed for - Mei continued. “These panties are much too small. Why wear them?”

“I… I don’t know. I guess some part of me really likes the way they feel when they dig in.” Yvette explained, trying to cover up the fact that what Mei was doing was clearly helping her get off.
“There’s just…there’s something about the feeling of my growing body pressing against something that will ultimately fail to contain me.”

“Mhmm.” Mei almost grunted, practically hugging Yvette’s remarkably wide hips, pressing her cheek up against one of Yvette’s.

“It’s a degenerate thing to be into, I know, but I can’t help it!” Yvette practically wailed, nervous as to how her invited escort would respond.

“Yvette, I must say, I have heard of, and am myself into, far weirder things than destruction of clothing through expansion…” the shorter changeling explained, attempting to be more open with her clearly-nervous host.

Finishing her booty call, Mei spun her client around to face her again, proceeded to get down lower, and bury her face underneath the taller changeling’s belly. With her muzzle buried deep within the confines of Yvette’s panty-covered crotch, she deeply inhaled - the powerful pink-lime-scented musk emanating from Yvette’s buried red treasure was heaven for her senses; the hours spent absolutely marinating in her juices was one thing, but the combination of that and the buildup of sweat from Yvette’s earlier workout, combined with the slightly warmer weather, made for an absolutely divine scent that she wanted to savor for as long as she could.

Yvette was stunned at the sudden move, and moaned in pleasure at the sensation of Mei’s muzzle rubbing up against her crotch through her panties, causing her insides to throb, and another tiny gush of fluid to emerge. Alas, as much as Mei was enjoying herself, she couldn’t just spend all her time burying her face in her host’s crotch whilst she just stood there in shock; wistfully pulling away, she sighed, and stood up. As she did so, she concocted a delightfully devilish plan to properly arouse the rather surprised changeling standing before her; a changeling who was only now starting to properly process what Mei had just done.

Looking down just in time to see Mei moving closer with a deceitful grin on her face, Yvette gnawed her lower lip, as the stout changeling docked with her, pressing their impressive racks together. Simply seeing two massive sets of bosoms squished against one another - at least, as squished together as they could be, given the height difference - would have been hotter than all of Tartarus, but actively taking part in such a salacious activity was titillating to a fault, and and this act alone was almost enough to send her over the edge. Though her bust was still markedly larger than her guest’s, the sheer confidence the escort gave off more than made up for the difference.

“As for your problem, I presume you were hoping to lighten your proverbial load?” Mei inquired, keeping their tits sandwiched together.

“Uh -” Yvette began, struggling to find her voice, feeling a flood of juices forcing its way from between her thighs. “Yeah...Yeah, that was kind of what I was hoping for.”

Wryly grinning, peeking up at the flustered bug, Mei pressed the assault. “Doesn’t this feel amazing?” she asked, reaching out as far as she could, and just barely grabbing her host’s hips. “Such a soft and voluptuous figure you have. I’m honored that you would allow me to view, let alone touch you.”

Yvette’s jaw flapped uselessly; her dorsal fin peaked, her knees buckled, and her breath hitched in her throat, as she was sensually accosted by her guest. It wasn’t that she minded the impromptu attention - far from it, in fact - but she was completely and utterly unprepared for the additional contact and sultry talk. Caught in the drone’s grasp, her panties quickly grew even more moist.

There was no possible way that Mei could have known her preferences for women, tastes in body types, or of her secret desires, so the nearly custom tailored affection managed to hit several of her buttons simultaneously. Shivering in her guest’s grasp, fighting tooth and nail not to reciprocate, she kept her arms to her sides - that was, until her visitor switched tactics. The drone’s hands withdrew from her waist and gingerly seized hold of her wrists.

“Why resist?” Mei breathed, guiding her host’s arms upwards. “I know you’ve been dying to feel them.”

The woman stepped back, separating their chests by a sparse few inches, but it was enough room to enact her scheme. In the blink of an eye, Yvette found her fingers steadily sinking into her guest’s sublimely supple breast meat. Her hands were situated atop the callgirl’s gigantic, vividly colored, plate-sized areola; though her nipples were inverted, nestled away within each succulent and plush bosom, she could barely detect a pronounced bump against her palm. Her mouth watered at the thought of what lurked just beneath her touch, tickling her imagination and enticing her to adjust her grip. Sweet, merciful Chrysalis - she was tempted to find out what those hidden buttons felt like; sadly for her, her visitor was keenly aware of her interest.

“Go ahead,” Mei whispered, releasing her wrists, “help yourself…”

Heeding the siren’s call, Yvette’s willpower crumbled. Her hands drifted downwards, bringing her fingers to the pair of innie teats. Delicately pressing one digit against the opening, hearing the woman throatily groan, she gulped. Seeing and touching the escort was profoundly arousing, but the lustful noise sundered her inhibitions. Shifting her hand, cupping one monumental breast, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the sensitive flesh.

“And such a gracious host,” Mei quietly gasped, slipping a hand to the back of her companion’s head.

Yvette’s eyes drifted closed, as her serpent-like tongue teased the woman’s tit. Hefting one bosom in her palm, leaving the other abandoned, she subconsciously reached for her groin. While she was vaguely aware of what she was doing, growing ever nearer to touching her engorged and doubtlessly sopping wet loins, she couldn’t control herself. Practically latched to the call girl’s boob, she tenderly nursed and went to rub her aching loins - that was, until something caught her wrist.

“Ah ah ah -” her guest softly tutted, bringing her hand back to the unattended tit, “play with this instead.”

Yvette groaned, begrudgingly following the escort’s polite order. Though she’d had every intention of kneading her sensitive nethers, she wasn’t about to disobey her guest; for starters, it would be immeasurably rude - secondly, and more prudently, she certainly didn’t mind touching such a beautiful mare’s chest.

“Good girl,” Mei purred, pulling her host deeper, “just like that…”

Growing increasingly heated, Yvette scarcely noticed the passionate moment’s effects on herself - that being said, the bosom in her hand did seem to get a bit more weighty. Her muzzle sank into the breast, almost as though it was steadily increasing in size. It was an odd sensation, one she attributed to the woman’s grasp on her head, but she quickly stood corrected. The escort shuffled back, popping the breast from her lips, and chuckled.

“Isn’t that much better?” Mei purred.

Straightening up and opening her eyes, somewhat heartbroken by the sudden departure, Yvette nearly gasped. Her guest’s chest had nearly doubled again in size, increasing the woman’s already impressive bosom from large beach-balls to utterly titanic bean-bags. Contrasted against her relatively short stature, her rack was almost beyond comically large - still, that hardly stopped Mei from sensually fondling herself while writhing in place.

“So generous,” the woman groaned, unabashedly teasing her fist-sized nipples. “While it’s extraordinarily rare to get a client who wants me to feed from them, I’m afraid I’m not quite done with you yet - after all, as I’m sure you’re aware, supping from the wellspring of your energy isn’t the same as feasting from the love of another.”

Nonplussed, Yvette shook her head to clear her thoughts. She definitely felt lighter than she had, and her breasts appeared to be a bit smaller, yet she couldn’t tell for certain. Looking to the side, appraising herself in the mirror, she pursed her lips. While it was clear that she’d lost some of the additional heft she’d gained, she still wasn’t back to normal - sure, it was closer than she had been, but she retained more than her fair share of weight.

Appraising herself, unwittingly appreciating her figure, her distraction proved to be a fatal one. Creeping up to her, without making the slightest bit of sound, her guest trotted behind her, extended an arm, and drew a finger up her inner thigh. Though the overly-busty woman stopped just short of touching her marehood, the unexpected sensation caused her to yelp in surprise.

“W...w...what was that for?” she coughed, wheeling around to face her visitor.

“Just admiring your other problem,” Mei casually stated. Lifting her hand, displaying one very slick digit, she brought her glistening index finger to her mouth. “You seem to have sprung a leak…”

Yvette lifted her finger to say something - anything, but she fell short. One of her quirks, aside from her inability to control herself from ravenously absorbing affection from others, was that she tended to get extra juicy when aroused; it wasn’t that much of an issue, given her modest wardrobe and intentional avoidance of scandalous situations, but it was impossible to conceal while wearing only a pair of panties. In lieu of saying anything, yet reluctantly willing to acknowledge the fact, she bashfully nodded.

Without even thinking, her hands drifted to her guest’s midsection. While Mei’s chest was an alluring target, that was just one of the woman’s many seductive features. Her fingers pressed into the doughy flesh of the call girl’s belly, tenderly kneading the supple hide. She didn’t just have a weakness for breasts or luscious asses - no, she loved plumpness in all its splendor. Only vaguely aware of what she was doing, she forced her arms back to her sides.

“If you make yourself comfortable, preferably on the bed, I may be able to assist with that,” Mei coolly remarked, licking the wetness from her finger.

“R-Really?” Yvette squeaked, stunned by the implications of the nonchalant request.

She’s silently hoped things may take a bawdy turn, but she hadn’t fathomed it would be that simple. Her various other sexual exploits - the few she’d had, at least - had all followed a gradual escalation. Lilting words led to touching and kissing, before she and a partner had committed themselves to a truly sensual act - as such, the offer hit her out of the blue.

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious,” the woman hummed, walking to and patting the end of the mattress, “but I’d understand if you wished for our time to end here.”

Only barely catching herself from blurting a harsh no, Yvette speedily turned and scampered to the bed, as fast as her additional body weight would allow. It wasn’t like she’d intended to act so enthusiastic, but she’d reached a breaking point. Call girl or not, she wasn’t about to turn down the chance to draw out her time with the alluring, soft-spoken, and deliciously stacked drone. Practically casting herself onto the mattress, with a soft pomf, she anxiously peered down at her guest.

Quietly crawling onto the bed, moving to her host’s outstretched hooves, Mei tittered to herself. “So eager, I fear you may enjoy this more than I will.”

“M...maybe,” Yvette fitfully replied, instinctively splaying her legs to give the woman access.

Patting her host’s thigh, the escort smiled. “Lift these, please. I can’t properly tend to you with your panties in the way, can I?”

Without hesitation, Yvette did as she was asked. As she reached over her own insane bust, for her waist, fully intent on removing the lone item of clothing she bore, her guest struck. The woman’s fingers walked up her legs, hooking around the utterly drenched undergarment, before drawing them upwards. The sensation of the air against her uncovered loins caused her to shudder, but that was only a prelude for what was to come.

“Hold your knees, Dear - there, just like that,” Mei sighed, as the once-lithe changeling extended her arms and grabbed her legs.

Dutifully holding her knees, drawing them towards her obscenely enlarged chest, Yvette was unable to tell what her guest was up to, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The warmth of hot breath upon her marehood was immediately preceded by what could only be a tongue, leaving her speechless. Gliding up her sex, honing in on her clit, the long, muscular organ went straight for her weak point.

Her colossal breasts flopped to either side of her chest, as she stifled a moan. Being indulged by anyone was a rare treat, but she’d never fooled around with another changeling before. Having a pony lick her marehood was amazing, but it couldn’t hold a candle to what a drone could do; their tongues were far longer and virtually prehensile, making their oral skills essentially unparalleled. Shifting the panties up to her knees, effectively locking her legs together, she freed one hand and pawed at one tit.

With little else to be said, Mei set upon her with gusto. It would have been virtually impossible for her to feed on the act, leaving Yvette to assume the woman was simply enjoying herself - not that she minded. Tugging at one of her erect nipples, delicately teasing the sensitive bud, she softly moaned. Having been interrupted earlier, when she’d been trying to get herself off, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to peak.

She figured her guest would be skilled, but that was an underestimation on her behalf. Somehow, possibly between her doubtlessly copious amounts of practice and her zeal, the woman had elevated oral to an artform. Switching focus between her clit and depths, taunting her canal with her tongue, Mei would push her just to the point of release, before easing back. It was as heavenly as it was torturous, nearly driving her mad - still, as badly as she wanted to cum, there was something that would be much, much more satisfying.

“Mei...” she breathed, bringing her guest’s motions to a halt.

Pushing herself up, bringing her slickened muzzle to the side of her host’s thigh, Mei grinned. “Yes?”

“You mind if we - um - I mean, you wouldn’t…” Yvette floundered, struggling to give voice to her desires.

“Go on,” the woman gently urged, reaching down and slipping two fingers into the slavering marehood she’d just been feasting upon, “speak your mind - I assure you, if you say something I haven’t heard before, I’ll be shocked.”

“W...well,” Yvette began, steeling her resolve, “maybe we could - uh - both enjoy ourselves?”

“I see,” Mei cooed. Abandoning her efforts, she leisurely heaved herself up the mattress, turned around, and eased down beside her host. “So perhaps something involving…” she let the statement hang, rolling to her side and cocking her head.

Faced with a very succulent marehood, Yvette’s mouth began to water. As badly as she wanted to restrain herself, she’d reached a breaking point. Shifting to the side, wrapping one arm around her visitor’s thigh, she leaned in and pressed her snout to the drone’s groin. Mei was quick to reciprocate, gently parting her thighs and picking up where she left off.

With both changelings laying on their sides, facing one another, each just barely able to service the other due to the near-ton of tit-flesh between them, they took to the impromptu sixty-nine like fish to water - sure, one may have had more experience than the other, but that factor hardly mattered. Though their technique, or lack thereof, varied, they enthusiastically lapped and suckled at each other’s drooling marehoods.

Yvette was so engrossed with the activity, lost to the tandem cunnilingus, that she failed to realize there was more she could do - that was, until something grazed her breast. Momentarily pausing, she withdrew and peered down her frame. To her pleasant surprise, the escort had extended an arm to play with her boob.

Considering they were both exceptionally stacked, with their chests augmented by the shared influx of love, the act was almost laughably easy. Quick to return the favor, Yvette reached out and sank her fingers into one massive mammary. How she hadn’t thought to toy with the woman’s tits was beyond her - nevertheless, she was more than happy to get a handful of breast meat. Returning to the task at hand, she slipped her tongue into Mei’s confines.

While Mei wasn’t quite as energetic as Yvette, her ministrations left nothing to be desired. From her skillful tongue and pouting lips to her delicate touch and deft digits, her every move was calculated to a fault. Humming into her host’s groin, while tickling her fellow drone’s g-spot with her tongue, she contentedly put herself to work - all of herself.

Yvette couldn’t have been happier with the way things were going - that was, until she felt her guest shift slightly. The tit she’d been ardently playing with swelled, growing a cup or two larger than it had been before, which meant only one thing. Seeing as how there was no way Mei was feeding off her, since such a thing was impossible for unreformed changelings, the only explanation she could come to was that her guest was willingly forcing her chest to grow.

She was still slightly jealous over how stacked Mei was, even though she hadn’t said anything, but feeling the escort further enhance her already impressive bust simply rubbed her the wrong way. Channeling her power, directing her internal energy reserves to augment her own rack, she forced her chest to grow. By Chrysalis, she wasn’t about to be shown up in her house by a call girl that she had summoned!

And just like that, at the drop of a proverbial hat, a competitive element entered the mix. While neither had planned to one-up the other, each fought to make themselves bigger, softer, and bustier than the other. Their chests swelled to an even more absurd degree, their bellies grew rounder and heavier, their thighs swelled considerably, and the poor bed creaked and groaned, threatening to give way to the pair of perversely plumped-up paramours, while they feverishly pushed each other to climax.

Though Yvette was dimly aware of the slight tremble in her guest’s legs, she had no idea how close the woman actually was - then again, she was teetering on the brink herself. Only barely able to retain her composure, feeling the telltale signs of her impending release, she flew into a frenzy. Forcing her tongue to grow both longer and fatter than it normally was, effectively hoping to cheat her way to victory, she was undone by her own hubris.

Effectively latching to her clit, zealously sucking on the hyper-sensitive nub, Mei’s payback was swift and merciless. While she lightly twisted and pulled at Yvette’s nipple, her tongue exploded in size. Growing to nearly the size of her wrist, the vascular appendage thrashed within her depths. The stimulation was impossible to endure, nearly forcing her to climax on the spot.

Howling into Mei’s cunt, Yvette trembled from head to hoof, as her recent enhancements wore off, and her chest shrank slightly. While her catastrophic orgasm hit her like a sack of bricks, it bore unexpected fruit. Unintentionally hauling on the escort’s bean-bag-sized teat, as the reverberations of her climactic braying hit her guest’s clit, the call girl came moments after she did. Sweet, tart nectar gushed over her face, causing her to sputter and choke, yet that did little to detract from the overwhelming ecstasy of the moment.

Hearing the woman lightly coughing, Yvette was snapped from her reverie. “S...sorry about that,” she quietly apologized, doubtlessly having drenched her guest’s face.

Shakily lifting and waving a hand, Mei dismissed her host’s concern. “It’s - Cough - it’s alright, considering you fared no better than I did.”

Between the breach of professionality and the euphoria of a darn good climax, Yvette giggled. “I…Yeah, I’m gonna need to change the sheets after that.”

“Let’s - Mmmph - not be too hasty” Mei grunted, pushing some of her enlarged torso up. Looking up at her host, glancing at her bloated belly, she smirked. “The afternoon is still early, and I believe you’ve got some weight yet to shed.”

Yvette’s tongue played over her lips, relishing the exotic flavor of her guest, as she slowly nodded. She hadn’t planned on the escort volunteering to stay any longer than she had to, but the news was as pleasant as it was surprising - after all, she was still far larger than usual. Getting an arm beneath herself, hearing the mattress groan, she shoved herself into a seated position.

“Care to join me for a shower?” she asked, offering her newfound friend a hand.

Mei’s grin broadened, as she somewhat unsteadily rose from the bed, dragging her oversized breasts with her. “It would be my pleasure…”

A Titular Trio

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Though Yvette had intended to relax and clean herself off in the shower, alongside her busty new companion, she and Mei hadn’t been nearly that productive - in that they spent most of their time squeezing against each other to try and fit into the tiny cubicle. With almost a whole ton of curvage shared between them, fitting into the phone-booth-sized enclosure was a solid challenge; the water did little to lubricate the pair of plump lovebugs as they made their way around, and the combined softness between the two made for some very awkward squishing.

Any time that they didn’t spend in the shower was spent in the bathroom giggling, flirting, and casually groping one another. Fortunately, the pair did manage to get themselves washed up and dried off, but it took far, far longer than it should have. Still basking in the euphoric afterglow of the amorous therapy session, they moved back into the bedroom - at least they did, until a soft knocking came from the front door.

“Expecting visitors?” Mei quipped, levitating and brushing off her discarded kimono.

“It’s probably just the mailmare,” Yvette sighed. Toying with the notion of ignoring whomever was outside her home, she scrunched her snout. “Could you hand me my bathrobe, please?”

“Fine, but don’t take too long. I believe you still need just a touch more work, before I can call my job finished,” the call girl softly tittered, fetching the garment for her host.

Yvette suppressed a shiver, as she quickly donned the robe and headed out of her chamber. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t keen on getting back to her guest and whatever debauchery awaited her. Swiftly securing the now-undersized article around her waist, scampering down the stairs, she peeked down at her immense cleavage.

The dressing gown was not designed to fit her enlarged and exceedingly voluptuous state; in addition to the cinture being pushed to its limit, a rather generous amount of her upper cleavage was visible - at least, if by ‘generous’, she meant ‘almost all of it’ - as well as a solid peek of her belly, and the under-and-rear sides of her oversized derrière. Under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn’t dare answer the door in such a scandalous state, but the hormones flooding her system made her too blissful to care. Wobbling and jiggling her way to the entrance of her home, she turned the lock, opened the door, smiled, and then went stiff.

Blinking multiple times, she felt like a deer in the headlights. She could hardly believe her eyes; the mare from the beach - the very unicorn who’d eyed her up and offered a helping hand - was lingering on her doorstep. How the pony had found her home was nearly as befuddling as why the young woman had decided to pay her a visit. Mouth agape, unable to move, Yvette’s blood ran cold.

The mare turned, hearing the door, and genially lifted a hand - that was, until she got a good look at the stunned changeling’s figure. Her eyes widened, wandering over Yvette’s rotund form, before ultimately settling on the shapeshifter’s titularly tremendous teats. Regardless of exactly why she’d tracked down the curvaceous love-bug, it was obvious that she hadn’t anticipated being greeted in such an unseemly fashion.

Yvette’s mouth hung open, as she struggled to form a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. She had several questions for her impromptu and wholly unexpected visitor, yet she couldn’t find her voice. The faint scent of lust emanating from the girl only exacerbated the situation, pouring fuel onto the carnal fires which had only just been quenched. As her nipples grew erect, her dorsal fin rose to its peak, and her marehood began to ache, the unicorn looked over her shoulder.

What Yvette had thought was a tender mercy, finally freed from the surprised and lecherous gaze of the pony, was anything but. As she turned her head and peered back, wondering what held the unicorn’s attention, a cold pit formed in her stomach. Leisurely traipsing down the stairs and into view, as carefree and nonchalant as could be, came Mei, buck naked and without a shred of shame.

“Ara ara,” the nude, painfully plump changeling cooed, “what have we here?”

Having her new friend casually walk up naked was mortifying enough, but what happened next nearly killed Yvette. Walking up behind her, Mei slipped her hands under her host’s arms, grabbed as much tit-flesh as she could, and merrily squeezed her udder-like breasts. Her eyelids fluttered, as the drone’s digits played over her sensitive chitin.

As she pressed her cheek to Yvette’s arm, peeking over at the stupefied pony, a coy grin split Mei’s muzzle. “Is this your marefriend?”

“No!!!” Yvette and the unicorns exclaimed in unison, shaken from their reverie by the assertion.

“I...I’m s...so sorry! M...maybe you should come back l...later,” Yvette stammered, a profuse green blush quickly forming on her cheeks. Steadily closing the door, ultimately deciding that being rude was better than dying of embarrassment, she hung her head and stepped back.

“Now now now -” Mei tutted, expertly working the perky pair of erect teats between her hands, “the poor thing clearly came to see you. Isn’t that right, Miss…?” She let the question hang, shifting her focus to the nonplussed pony.

“A...Amaryllis,” the unicorn sputtered, “Amaryllis Primrose.”

Keeping her hands firmly in place, heedless or uncaring of her host’s torment, Mei’s smile broadened. “And how can we help you this afternoon, Miss Primrose?”

“I...I - uh -” Primrose swallowed hard, shifting her focus to Yvette’s face, “I just wanted to come and check on her. I was worried about her, you know, after the thing at the beach this morning.”

The frill on Yvette’s head had only just settled down, before it sprang up again with renewed vigor, as she instantaneously regained a sliver of composure. “Y…you were worried about me?” she weakly croaked, scarcely believing her own ears. Embarrassed from feeling both horny and flustered in front of the caring and stunningly beautiful mare before her, as well as Mei’s incessant kneading of her chest, Yvette brushed a hand back along her crest.

A coy little smile graced the unicorn’s lips, as Primrose nodded. “Y...yeah.”

“How very sweet of you, but I’m afraid you’re interrupting our fun,” Mei mused, grabbing her host’s wrist. Turning away, virtually dragging the taller shapeshifter towards the stairs, she waved at the stricken pony. “I’m sure my friend wouldn’t mind you visiting later, but she may be a bit spent by then…”

Yvette’s mind raced, overclocking itself beyond all reasoning, as she desperately tried to think of how to handle the situation. On one hand, she was genuinely moved that the attractive and kindhearted mare had come to check on her, having gone so far as to track her down, and she wished to chat - on the other, having a very assertive changeling hauling her off to a bed, and doubtlessly more depraved delights, was darn tempting. Metaphorically torn between the pair, she struggled to figure out how best to deal with her pair of visitors. Thankfully, fate intervened.

“C...can I join you?” Primrose audaciously asked. The pair of drones stopped dead, staring at the suddenly flushed and fidgety pony. “I...I mean, if you don’t mind…”

Mei shrugged, releasing her host’s arm. “How about it, Yvette? Care to make this a ménage à trois?”

“Yes!” Yvette half-shouted, nodding a bit too enthusiastically. Quickly realizing that she was a bit too forward with her response, the blush on her face becoming a brighter shade of green, she looked to the unicorn’s face. “I-I mean...Okay!.”

Considering how wild the day had been already, with her giving an impromptu exhibition at the seaside, destroying a bikini, and even going so far as to call an escort to help her relieve some pressure, it was clear that the cosmic deck had been stacked against her. If a pony she’d just met decided to show up on her doorstep and join her for some lewd shenanigans, she saw no harm - after all, they were all adults. Subconsciously appraising the newcomer, her pulse began to race.

Standing just outside the threshold, with a towel hung over one shoulder, the pony’s outfit left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her tri-tone mane and tail sported a number of pastel hues, contrasting against her cream-colored coat. Though her bust appeared downright pitiful compared to the pair of overly-enlarged drones, she still sported a respectable C-cup pair of bosoms - a perfectly reasonable size in Equestria. All in all, she was quite alluring and, judging from her outburst, none too shy about intimate affairs.

Her derrière, on the other hand, was something to admire; her natural size was almost the same as Yvette’s, and that one was thoroughly enhanced with love! She had very little belly to speak of, but that only further accentuated the unicorn’s insane hip-to-waist ratio of at least three-to-one.

Yvette lingered at the bottom of the stairs, before taking the pony’s hand and ascending behind Mei. The closer she drew to her room, the faster her heart started to race. Everything about the situation felt like a dream - an impossibly lewd dream, but a dream nonetheless. As she reached the second floor, she peeked over at the mare.

Walking just beside and slightly behind her, Primrose watched her nearest breast bounce and sway with each step. If she was being totally honest with herself, she’d hoped to run into the unicorn again, having found the attention at the beach titillating, but even she would never have guessed the pony would show up and get involved with the passionate events of the evening. Though she wasn’t sure exactly what they would be getting into, she certainly wasn’t opposed to having a third willing participant.

Ascending the next flight of stairs, the trio happened upon Yvette’s sanctum. The moment she entered her room, with Primrose in tow, Mei struck. Having lurked just within the doorway, out of sight, the escort shot forward and pulled the unicorn aside. The move had been sudden, surprising both Yvette and the pony, yet that didn’t stop the call girl. Bearing a sinister grin, strutting around the dumbfounded newcomer, she appraised the young woman from top to bottom.

“Considering you’re so keen on getting involved, how about you slip out of that little outfit of yours,” she coolly remarked, disapprovingly waving at the mare’s top.

Lifting her hand, having every intention of dispelling the extemporaneous request, Yvette paused. Without skipping a beat, Primrose reached behind herself, undid her bikini, and slipped the article up and over her head. She’d figured the mare was excited, given how quickly she’d leapt at the opportunity to join in the lewd escapades, but she’d underestimated the unicorn’s enthusiasm. In the blink of an eye, and with the flick of her wrist, the pony leaned forward and hauled her bottoms off.

“Better?” Primrose countered, spinning the bikini around one finger.

“Much.” Mei coyly responded, a smug expression forming on her face, “But we’re not done yet. Yvette, if you please?”

Snapped from her lewd daydream of motor-boating Mei and having Primrose eat her out, the engorged drone moved towards the pair, slowly lowering the top of her gown as she did so, exposing what little skin didn’t get covered by the paltry outfit. By the time her chest touched Mei’s, she’d lowered her entire bathrobe down below her waist, and that little bump from their collision was all she needed to let herself undo the cincture around her waist and drop the garment entirely.

“You know,” Primrose started, motioning to the bugs’ bulbous breasts, “I’m starting to feel a little out-boobed here. I never knew that changelings could get so curvy,” she turned towards Mei, standing chest to bean-bags, “let alone that I’d be about to ravish two of them!” She continued, making sure to play with as much of Mei’s titanic tits as she possibly could - she could practically hug each boob alone, they were that huge!

“So tell me, what do they feel like?” She asked, turning her attention away from Mei and back to Yvette. She was hoping to play with her host’s gigantic green glass-cutters, but after getting a more thorough look at her divinely curvaceous host, Primrose felt that fondling any part of Yvette would be more than worth the price of admission.

“These pillowy things?” Yvette replied, using both arms to try and haul up one succulent tit, “Uh… Big? A-And well, soft, and… heavenly...” She struggled to come up with the proper vocabulary to properly explain just how good her overly-swollen teats felt; the entire time that she had had them, it was as though she was flying on a cloud. Taking a moment to think about how she’d felt throughout the day, she became lost in the rush of endorphins, and started to try and idly fondle herself.

“I wouldn’t have put it quite so simply, but yes, she’s quite right, dear.” Mei added, wrapping one arm around Yvette’s back, pressing the sides of their bosoms together and attempting to ignore what her hands were doing, “Sensitive, too - especially the nipples. You should have seen little-miss-pointy earlier; she was practically howling my name, and all I was doing was rubbing a finger on her nipple!”

“Hey!” Yvette interjected, snapping back to reality. She attempted to reach over to indicate her massive green dinner plates, “You did a lot more than fondle these things. If you were any more depraved, I’m sure you’d have tried to get a weathervane involved!” she exclaimed, harrumphing as she crossed her arms and puffed out her profusely blushing cheeks.

“A... Weathervane? Really, Yvette? I hadn’t realized that you were into such things…” Mei cooed, her mind immediately comprehending how two - now three - full-grown mares could do a myriad of depraved things with such an implement.

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Primrose eagerly replied; the entire time that she had been staring at the two ravishingly good-looking meals before her, she had felt the fire in her loins grow, and she was willing to try just about anything with her two lovebugs to try and quench it.

“You know,” Yvette started, nearing her breaking point, “we’ve been getting distracted, and we’re missing out on all the real fun.” She attempted to push away from Mei, and steer the conversation back to something more fulfilling. Primrose’s presence had only served to heighten the changeling’s urges, and she was dying to get back to the lewd shenanigans that awaited her. “I want to know more about that big butt of yours!”

“Yvette, do contain yourself,” Mei interjected, taking note of just how flustered Yvette was, “but yes, please do go on about your big butt.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Yvette scrunched her eyes shut and her blush grew stronger. She had realized her horny little outburst; Mei’s words were working exactly as she’d intended, and riled her up even further.

“It’s not that big,” Primrose replied, looking over to Mei and half-assedly attempting to make herself sound modest about her own booty - one that a number of mares in Equestria would kill for, “Really!” She wiggled from side to side, shifting about on the spot as the momentum carried her. Her actions betrayed what she said, showing that she knew full well just how large and sumptuous her posterior was, and how glad she was to have it.

“You’re clearly beating at least one of us in the below-the-waist department.” Mei countered, leaning over Yvette and wafting a hand over at Primrose’s exceptionally wide hips and thick thighs, “And that’s even with both of us rather plumped up.” she continued, grasping her gut and making sure to point out her excess adipose. She brought her host closer, squishing their bosoms together even more, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little envious of it, or Yvette’s, for that matter."

With both of them leaning in so closely, Yvette felt almost overwhelmed at what was going on; to one side she had the hottest changeling she had ever met, and on the other, one of the hottest ponies, and sexcapades involving both of them were extremely imminent. Lost in a miniature stupor, she almost missed Mei’s question.
“So I suppose I could ask you the same question, Primrose: what does that butt feel like?”

“Well, sitting down feels nice, for starters,” Primrose eagerly responded, twirling herself around on the spot and accentuating her softness by launching her supple booty down onto the bed. Landing next to Yvette and opposite Mei with a surprising amount of force, the bed groaned in protest against the sudden additional weight. Her thighs flowed out to cover more of the bed than expected; had she still been wearing her bottoms, they’d have all but disappeared between her thighs.

“And it sure is soft, too. Softer than even Celestia’s mane, if you can believe it!” she continued, wiggling her hips in place, bumping up against her gracious host, causing ripples to dance across her legs and the bed to creak and groan.

“It is? Really?” Yvette wondered aloud. She started idly rubbing the top of one of her breasts, attempting to determine if it was actually possible for something physical to be softer than an ethereal mane. She may have spent a little bit of time at a summit or two with Chrysalis and the princesses, but she was still a very naïve little bugling.

“You aren’t exactly the first mare I’ve heard to claim such a thing, Primrose.” Mei flatly responded. Having been with scores of mares and stallions in her time, she’d heard a dozen mares - and at least one stallion - say the exact same thing about various body parts of theirs.

“Okay, okay, it’s not that soft, but it sure is close! Honest!” the unicorn exclaimed, attempting to save face in front of the pair of plush paramours, to no avail; she resigned to admit defeat against the stout changeling in front of her.

“Softer than Celestia’s mane or not, it is still a delightful derrière.” Mei replied, concocting a devilish plan to surprise both Yvette and the newcomer to their night in. Hauling herself up and off the bed, she walked over and stood in the center of the room. “Your rather pitiful chest, however…” Slowly shaking her head, Mei motioned for Yvette to come closer. “No offense, but I believe you could use a few improvements in your other departments. If you would, please give me your hands.”

Both Yvette and Primrose complied, after a moment’s hesitation. Each mare extended one arm, resting their hands against the escort’s awaiting palms. As the call girl’s horn began to glow, basking them in a soft lavender aura, they anxiously looked to one another. Though the unicorn may not know what the changeling’s profession was, Yvette could only assume some sort of sinful sorcery was being put to work. Sure enough, after a fleeting second, the spellwork’s effects became known.

Primrose stumbled back, freeing herself from Mei’s grasp, but it was too late. Her body rippled, obscenely expanding in almost every way, though a few areas were far more pronounced than others. What had been a pair of respectfully sized breasts inflated at a staggering rate, growing to match the size of Yvette’s impressive rack, while her belly, behind, and thighs did the same. Primrose was shocked at what her body was doing; stumbling in place she fumbled about, trying to reach the end of her growing curves. Each attempt to grasp her then-firm teats was stymied by the mammoth, marshmallowy melons mashing against her meager mitts. Every time she turned to look down at her sumptuous booty, it had gotten at least a few inches bigger. Even her gut managed to grow out enough to support her billowing breasts.

In less than a minute, much to the unabashed amusement of the beaming escort, most of the unicorn’s proportions grew to match her host’s tremendous size; Mei failed to realize it, but she had made a small mistake with the spell, causing it to give Primrose the sum of both her and Yvette’s derrières. As a result, she’d gone from an already astonishingly wide set of birthing hips to an almost-comically wide set of thighs, while still keeping her now-relative pencil-thin waist.

Staring down at herself in disbelief, Primrose pawed at herself. “H...holy shit!” she gasped, running her hands over her swollen figure. “Holy shit!” Reaching everywhere she could, she tried her best to take in all of her newfound curvature; a total shock to her system - something she could only find herself to be turned on by - she desperately wanted to feel up every square inch she could of her extremely pillowy form. Feeling herself up from chest to thighs, she couldn’t resist squeezing and squishing everything she could together.

The sight made Yvette’s mouth water, and her elytra sprung open, yet her curiosity briefly eclipsed her very keen fascination with the enhanced pony. Doing her best to tear her gaze away, she turned to Mei. “What exactly did you do?”

“A mimic spell, although I did take a few liberties with the finer details,” Mei smugly replied, trying and failing to cross her arms over her exaggerated chest. “I can give you the specifics later, if you’d like.”

Yvette nodded, keenly interested in the intricacies of the enchantment, yet that wasn’t a priority. Turning in place, facing the newly improved pony, she drank in the multitude of Primrose’s new curves. The mare’s rack was huge, almost a mirror image of her own, but her ass looked positively gargantuan; though the massive rump was nearly twice as big as her own, it appeared extraordinarily large on the unicorn’s comparably small frame. Her hand subconsciously reached for the girl’s behind, before she caught herself.

“They feel amazing!” Primrose bleated, cupping one giant tit in each hand. Noticing Yvette’s attention, she stepped over and pressed their chests together. “Here, give them a feel!”
The lanky changeling was taken aback, tentatively reaching around to give Primrose as much of a hug as their excessively oversized busts would allow. Throughout, Yvette kept her eyes on as much of the unicorn’s stupendously serendipitous sitzfleisch as she could, imagining what all that supple softness would feel like if it were to bury her entire head.

Noticing where Yvette’s eyes were staring, Mei intervened.“I think -” she interjected, gently patting the pair’s shoulders and pushing them apart, “Yvette would rather indulge herself with your other assets.”

Looking between the two changelings, a wolfish smirk crept across the pony’s face. “Is that so…?”

“M...maybe…” Yvette mumbled, blushing profusely, unable to fully express herself. She was still flustered over her little outburst from earlier, but her attempts to hide that were utterly in vain; it was painfully obvious to those present that she’d worked herself up a storm.

It really wasn’t her fault that she’d effectively found herself trapped with two of the hottest mares she’d ever met! The fact that they were both extremely forward with licentious matters did little to help her predicament. The pure, unrefined yearning permeating from the pony were unmistakable, magnifying her desires to an unimaginable degree. Quite literally pinned between the two, with the cal lgirl having stealthily plastered herself against her back, her marehood practically quivered in anticipation.

“Go on, be honest,” Mei whispered, tickling her ear. “Tell her what you really want…”

“I want her ass on my face,” Primrose blurted, interrupting Yvette before she had a chance to open her mouth, drawing the shapeshifters’ attention.

“You want me... to sit on you?” Yvette countered, taken aback by the request.

“Primrose, Dearest, you’re Yvette’s guest - far be it for you to call all the shots,” Mei clucked, covetously draping her arms over the taller drone’s shoulders. “That being said, how about you lay down on your back and get comfortable - I have an idea…”

As the unicorn practically pranced to the bed, Yvette found herself turned around to face the escort. “What are you…”

“Considering she invited herself in, I’ll give her what she asked for,” Mei quietly remarked. “It’s totally up to you, but you could find a way to enjoy the show and have a bit of fun yourself.”

Yvette lifted a finger, fully intent on inquiring how she would enact such a deed, but then the idea struck her. There was a way she could pleasure her guest, get off, and watch the debauchery unfold, and she knew just how to do it. Her serpent-like tongue played over her lips, as she knowingly nodded and gazed over at the supine pony. Yes, if everything went according to plan, things would work out perfectly.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Mei hummed, patting her host’s shoulder. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ll make myself comfortable.”

The moment the escort finished speaking, she stepped onto the bed - which creaked and groaned under the additional weight - straddled the unicorn’s head, and slowly sank into a deep squat. Stopping mere inches from Primrose’s snout, leaving her engorged, leaking marehood to drool on the pony’s muzzle, Mei beckoned to Yvette. Two was a crowd, but three was a party - prompting the flustered, love-drunk bug to take part in the impending action.

With Primrose positioned in the middle of the bed, slightly closer to the headboard, Yvette was left with enough room to pull off her little scheme. Crawling onto the bed, she heard her bed groan - threatening to give way if there was a feather more atop it - as her titanic breasts dragged along the silken sheets. As she came alongside her newest guest, she spun around, facing away from the action, and flipped onto her back. Getting situated would be the tricky part, but it would definitely be worth it in the end.

“Is she gonna - Mmmph?!” Whatever Primrose was going to say was lost, as the call girl smeared her sopping wet snatch against her face.

“Just relax and try to enjoy yourself,” Mei snickered, exultantly wiggling her hips from side to side. “Are we ready, Darling?”

Sliding one leg under the pony’s back, while positioning the other atop the unicorn’s abdomen, Yvette got herself situated. With Primrose’s marehood pressed against her sex, she propped herself on her elbows. As she’d suspected, her placement couldn’t be more perfect. Able to see virtually all of both her guests, in their plump and shapely glory, what little self-restraint she had evaporated outright.

Bucking her hips, grinding her nethers against the unicorn’s sex, she softly whimpered. The sights, sounds, and sensations alone were enough to get her off, but perceiving the pony’s affection - sweet, merciful Chrysalis - that was something she wouldn’t soon forget. As if waiting for her to begin, almost certainly enjoying the pinned mare’s lust, Mei swiftly joined in on the fun.

Resting on her knees, Mei groped and fondled her tits. Though her nipples had receded, concealing themselves within their little hideaways, they didn’t stay that way for long. Sinking her fingers into the mountainous, wobbling globes, tugging the delicate buds free, she loudly groaned. While Yvette was unsure how much of the act was theatrical, cognizant that the escort was an entertainer, she was inspired all the same.

Primrose, to her credit, took a very active role in the ordeal. Despite having her face buried in one love-bug’s ass, while a second drone was doing her best at scissoring her, she fully committed herself - all of herself. Reaching up, she sank her hands into Mei’s belly and inner thighs, lovingly squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh, as she put most of her effort into rocking her impossible hips up and down. Whether it was from experience or sheer enthusiasm, she juggled the duo of drones with zeal.

Practically beside herself with glee, energetically rubbing her meaty entrance against the mare’s slickened marehood, Yvette only had one regret - that she didn’t have a camera. The scene was like something out of a porno, with three mares shamelessly getting each other off, yet she was a part of it. Drinking in every sensory detail, committing every minutia to memory, she gradually lost herself.

Simply put, between feeling the unicorn’s more than amorous intent, the fact that she’d bedded not one but two total strangers in less than a day, and her preferences for large mares, she slipped into a rut-lust like none other. Her sex drive almost always rode a hair trigger, being both a blessing and a curse, but the raw passion crushed her inhibitions like an angry goddess. With her sex all but scrubbing the pony’s fat and very pronounced puss, she crept ever-closer to her limit.

Little by little, bit by bit, the trio grew increasingly fervent. With each gyration, the springs in the mattress squeaked, the bed frame creaked, and Yvette grew ever-larger; each movement of what was easily over a ton of bug and pony inched the bed closer and closer to its demise, and Yvette’s increasing mass only served to hasten it.

Though they were very much enjoying themselves, each took care to pleasure one another. The three steadily adjusted themselves, maximizing both their efforts and access to their wealth of goods. While Mei leaned forward, keen on playing with the unicorn’s teats, Primrose cocked and braced one leg to better stimulate her host.

Since Yvette had every intention of continuing to watch, yet hoping to put her hands to better use, she levitated a trio of pillows and moved them under her shoulders. Then free from supporting herself, she reached around her expansive chest and fumbled for her nipples. Be darned if her rack wasn’t going to go unmolested, even if she had to do it herself, so she swiftly remedied the predicament.

Downright hauling on each teat, squishing her breasts together using her arms, she bit her lower lip. The added stimulation was a welcome one, but it pushed her to the very brink. It was too late to pull back, having crossed a point of no return, and all she could do was pray that her guests were close to the finish line. Unable to restrain herself any longer, with the fuse to her release all but burnt out, she flew into a frenzy.

Pouring - no, nearly forcing her amorous vigor into Mei and Primrose, sharing the passion they’d so wantonly gorged her with, her outburst of energy coincided with her climax. The effect was devastating, causing the escort and unicorn to instantaneously reach their limit. Braying to the heavens, lewdly squirting and gushing orgasmic nectar, they came alongside their host.

The tandem orgasm was, by no small margin, the most intense thing Yvette had ever experienced - so much so that she feared that she may pass out from the experience. Every part of her went alight with pure, unadulterated rapture, as she spasmed and cried out along with her guests. Her crest peaked, her limbs shook, and her heart thundered in her chest, as the ruinous and wondrous gates of nirvana opened for her.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, she lazily peered down at her duo of lovers. Much like herself, Mei and Primrose seemed pretty bad off. Both mares lay flopped atop the bed, with the drone having fallen off her makeshift seat, both hauling air into their lungs. Each of them, herself included, were positively dripping in sweat and love juices, the mattress was more than likely soaked, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her neighbors had heard the trio of bawdy screaming, yet she couldn’t be bothered to care. As far as she was concerned, the mess and any potential issues she would have to deal with could wait until later.

“That was amazing,” Primrose weakly coughed, grinning from ear to ear. “You gals do this all the time?”

“N...no,” Mei falteringly murmured, her composure all but broken, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it…”

As Yvette went to reply, shakily pushing herself up and struggling to clamber out from under Primrose’s gigantic thigh, she went rigid. Listening carefully, she could hear the wood making up the bed make some unsettling sounds. Apparently her little outburst had done more than just drive the two mares to finish - much, much more. Her breasts were even larger than before; earlier, they had just been covering nearly the entirety of her torso - now they covered her knees. She may have focused on her bust, but she could tell that they weren’t the only things which had been affected. If the pronounced sag in the mattress was anything to go by, her rump, legs, and belly had all suffered a similar fate.

Daring to move herself around a little was a mistake; the shift in weight atop the mattress was the final straw for the ill-fated furniture, as the slats gave way with a loud SNAP! And Primrose fell down along with the bed. Crashing with a soft thud, the sudden displacement caused the two changelings to slip down into the crater alongside her in a mountain of soft, supple flesh, leaving all three dazed for a second or two.

“So,” Primrose began, catching her breath from the drop, and awkwardly heaving herself out from under the changelings and to one side, “are you always this big and beautiful, or is this some sort of special occasion?”

“T...the latter,” Yvette grumbled, slightly displeased with the turn of events. The destruction of her bed, while unfortunate, wasn’t all that surprising; she alone probably weighed several-hundred pounds, and if she were to guess, both Mei and Primrose weren’t too far behind - Primrose especially, given that one of her thighs was about as wide as she was overall.

Yvette had hoped to end the day on a bright note, which it had, although all her careful work and planning of reducing her size had gone straight out the window - if anything, she was even bigger than when she’d left the beach! With a resigned sigh, she flopped her head back and peered at the ceiling. While she had thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected and exceptionally ribald romp, she hadn’t calculated to engorge herself on a pony’s energy.

Affectionately stroking her host’s calf, Primrose slyly worked her fingers closer to Yvette’s crotch. “What’s the plan now? You gals want to go again?”

“Perhaps in a bit,” Mei sighed, unsteadily swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Our host may need a moment to recuperate, and I’m going to find something to drink.”

“I mean, if you’re thirsty…” the unicorn trailed off, spreading her gargantuan legs and rubbing her crotch.

“Please,” Mei huffed, holding up a hand, “don’t tempt me. Would either of you two want something from the kitchen?”

“Maybe a glass of water,” Primrose chirped, surprisingly energetic for one who just doused the bed sheets. “You?” she inquired, peeking over at the enlarged homeowner.

Yvette shook her head, yet didn’t say a word. She couldn’t care less if Mei rummaged around in her kitchen - heck, it wasn’t like there was anything she could do to stop the drone, even if she’d wanted to; it’s not like she’d be able to fit through her own doorways now, anyway - regardless, she felt fantastic, with a lingering euphoria hazing her mind, but that did little to help her physical state. For buck’s sake, it wasn’t even mid-afternoon and she felt as though she’d been on a roller coaster; if she wasn’t careful, reining herself in, the day was going to get a lot more complicated…

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“You gals have no idea how lucky you are,” Primrose hummed, laying atop the mattress while casually groping her expansive bust, “that was the best thing ever!”

Yvette smiled over at her newfound friend, taking joy from the pegasus’ innocently lewd appreciation of her altered body. She could sympathize to a degree, knowing that there were few if any other creatures on Equestria who could modify their physiques the way changelings could, so she vicariously relished the mare’s experience - that was, until she looked over at her second guest. Standing at the bedside, watching the scene with a look of consternation, Mei scrunched her snout.

Pushing herself up, having expended a decent amount of her energy, she knit her brow. “Is everything alri-”

“A word, if you please,” the call girl murmured, waving to her host.

Swinging her legs from the mattress and awkwardly getting to her hooves, Yvette trotted over to her fellow shapeshifter. As far as she was concerned, the day had been a resounding success, with herself and her guests having all enjoyed themselves, which made Mei’s reaction all the more off-putting. Leaning down and bringing her ear to the shorter woman’s muzzle, she tried not to get worked up over what was more than likely nothing.

“I’m glad Primrose is having fun, because we might have a problem,” Mei whispered, peeking over at the pegasus. “That spell I cast on her wore out nearly an hour ago…”

“What?!” Yvette hissed, before the whore’s hand clamped over her mouth. Looking over at the pony for herself, she noticed what had happened; despite Primrose’s soft belly having disappeared, and her breasts shrinking considerably, she was still considerably larger than when she had joined the duo. Much to Yvette’s delight, her thighs were still as large and as soft as when the spell had first been applied.

“Um -” Primrose grunted, shifting herself around and only then noticing how tense the pair of drones were, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, but actually no,” Mei replied, sidestepping her temporary employer. “I don’t want to cause you undue distress, but there’s a small chance that you may be stuck like that for a while. Some creatures have an, shall we say, affinity for particular enchantments, so you might -”

“Really?!” the pegasus excitedly bleated, awkwardly rolling from the remains of the bed to bounce and jiggle her way over to the changelings.

The prostitute paused, squinting up at the pony, before giving a single nod. “From your reaction, I presume you’re not concerned by this…”

“Concerned?” Primrose scoffed, nonchalantly grabbing her engorged tits and giving them a good squeeze. “If this is somehow permanent, I’ll owe you big time!”

Not only was Yvette surprised by the elated reaction, but also by the fact that she might be witnessing an exceedingly rare arcane mishap - something that she’d have to study later. While there wasn’t supposed to be such a thing as a permanent spell, there were documented instances of arcane mishaps that would not go away on their own. The explanation for such odd occurrences was exceptionally rare, and research on the topic was almost nonexistent, yet they were certainly real enough - that being said, the development presented a number of problems.

Despite her guest’s enthusiasm, she may be in a bit of a pickle. For starters, the girl’s discarded clothing would not be up for containing her newfound overabundance of bust, butt, and thighs - secondly, and more prudently, the metamorphosis may impact the mare’s job or personal life. As fun as having a rather enhanced physique was, if only for one’s own amusement, it could and often would come with a number of drawbacks. In Primrose’s case, fitting through most doorways would prove to be difficult.

“Just in case your condition is lasting, let me see if I have any spare clothes you can use,” Yvette murmured, crossing her chamber to rifle through her chest of drawers; she was sure that she had bought something large enough in the past that’d fit the pegasus.

“Considering I may be partially to blame for this, I’ll make a few calls and pull a few strings. If we’re lucky, I’ll have a solution for this issue in the next day or two - if not, well, I can suggest a tailor who could easily accommodate a mare of your…dimensions,” Mei added, gathering up her kimono. “In any case, I’ll leave you lovely young ladies to your evening. And Yvette?”

“Huh?” the tall shapeshifter grunted, withdrawing from and peeking out from her closet.

“I left my card on your nightstand. Should you ever find yourself lonely, feel free to give me a jingle,” the call girl hummed, holding her pinky to her mouth and her thumb to her ear.

Yvette smiled, trying and failing to look relaxed. She’d be lying if she even tried to say she hadn’t had a ball with her fellow changeling, and she had every intention of seeing the woman again in the future - if not for a good time, then simply to chat and socialize. Waving her goodbye, she tracked the strumpet for hire’s generous backside out of her room.

“Was great meeting you!” Primrose chirped, waving her hand above her head.

Turning her attention back to the pegasus, seeing the girl’s bust and behind wobble about freely, Yvette fought back a thrilled shiver. Her guest was either blissfully unaware of how enticing she looked, simply didn’t care about showing off her body, was trying to get her worked up, or some combination of the three - regardless, despite having climaxed several times that day, her ravenous hunger stirred. Snatching up an older, oversized t-shirt she’d bought to cover up her own bust-related shenanigans some time ago, she trotted over to the exuberant mare and handed the garment over - if only to spare herself from getting too riled up.

“Thanks,” the pony hummed, taking and attempting to squeeze into the article. Only barely having managed to fit her heaving bosoms into the still-inadequately sized shirt, she lifted her arms and turned to fully face her host. “How do I look?”

In truth, she looked as obscene as she did silly. The fabric over her chest was strained to the breaking point - the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible, and her lower belly and crotch were left fully exposed. While it was better than having the pegasus parade about in the buff, Yvette could already tell her guest’s presence was going to be a not-so-little problem.

“How about you help yourself to a shower,” she stated, nodding towards the ensuite. “I’m sure you’ll feel a bit better after washing up - besides, I’m going to try to find something a bit larger in -”

“Want to join me?” Primrose inquired, cutting her off and utterly derailing her train of thought.

“I…what?” she sputtered, looking to the mare’s face.

“You know, join me? In the shower,” the pegasus clarified, squirming out of the shirt. “I’d hate to use up all the hot water, so I thought we could kill two birds with one stone.”

The casual statement, paired with the sight of the girl’s body, gave Yvette a moment for pause. She had taken a shower earlier, prior to Primrose’s arrival, and she hadn’t planned on bathing again that evening, although the opportunity for getting clean with her guest was too good to pass up. With a reluctant sigh, promising herself that they were just going to bathe, she sauntered towards the washroom and motioned for the pony to follow.

Moving to the tub, hearing the mare behind her, she bent over and set the water running to warm. Given the relaxed and sexually-charged nature of her day, she hadn’t considered that doing something so innocuous would have any repercussions, but she was proven wrong. Before she could straighten up, a pair of hands cupped and squeezed her monumental buns, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry,” Primrose bleated, throwing her hands up and reflexively stepping back, noticing that the changeling’s headpiece had spiked up, “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Recovering from the scare, Yvette studied the mare, once again taken by surprise about how forward and carefree she was, and sighed. “It’s alright - just warn me next time.”

A bashful grin split the pony’s face, as she looked her host over. “May you mind if I ask you something?”

“Given what we were doing earlier, I don’t see how a question could hurt - shoot,” Yvette giggled, the pony’s blissful nature becoming infectious.

“So what’s it like?” Primrose inquired.

Yvette piqued a brow and glanced back at the girl, as she stepped into the basin and under the warm spray of water. “What’s what like?”

“Being able to change how you look,” the mare clarified, moving to and into the tub behind her host. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’ve never really had the chance to talk much with a changeling about it before,” she hastily added.

The genuine curiosity was a refreshing change of pace, yet the drone’s smile faltered. “That… That’s a good question, actually, but it’s a bit tricky to explain. I suppose that shapeshifting is… it’s sort of like tensing a muscle - it takes a bit of energy to do, and it will eventually wear you down, but it’s not all that difficult.”

Helping herself to a bar of soap and washcloth from the wall-mounted soap dish, Primrose lathered the bit of fabric. “Ok, I can kinda see that, but how does it feel?”

“Feel? Now that really depends,” Yvette responded, closing her eyes and rinsing her face under the shower head. “The larger or more complex or large a form is, the harder it is to turn into and maintain. As for what it feels like, that’s a bit harder to articulate; it doesn’t really feel like much of anything, to be honest. It’s like putting on clothes; you might wear something different, but you’re still you underneath it all.”

“Huh -” the pony grunted, steadily washing her way down the changeling’s back, “and I always assumed it felt nicer than that.”

“Feeding is what feels nice,” the drone corrected, rearing back and peeking over her shoulder. “It’s like having a satisfying meal, but it also comes with a huge rush of energy and euphoria.”

“I can definitely get behind that thought,” Primrose snickered, peering down at the bug’s bounteous backside. “So that time at the beach, was that you feeding, or were you just showing off to everypony?”

Only vaguely aware of where the pony’s hands were wandering, Yvette pinched the bridge of her snout. She could have easily lied to the girl, boasting that she’d intentionally made a scandalous scene for herself, but that didn’t feel right. Taking a deep breath, telling herself that there was nothing wrong with opening up about her somewhat unusual circumstances, she dipped her head.

“That was the former. The act of feeding off the love of others isn’t the same for all of us. Some have more self control than others, while a few can barely restrain how and when they satiate themselves,” she muttered, hoping her guest wouldn’t think less of her. “In my case, it’s impossible for me to rein in my latent ability to siphon energy and it’s even more difficult for me than other drones to burn through the power I do accumulate.”

Easing herself into a squat, bringing her face to the shapeshifter’s supple tush, the pony peered up at her host. “So, kinda like an eating disorder?”

“Something similar to one, yes,” the drone replied, only then noticing where her guest was situated. “Hey, what are you -”

“If I’m gonna help wash you, I have to help wash all of you,” Primrose nonchalantly remarked, kneading the woman’s rump and upper thighs. “Anyway, back to the topic - wouldn’t that make us similar?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to Yvette until that moment, yet her guest’s assertion was uncannily accurate. She’d always had trouble with unintentionally feasting on others, not to mention the prolific results thereof, and the pony seemed to be in a similar situation. Though the spellwork had simply been meant to temporarily modify the mare’s figure, there was a slim, albeit all too real chance that the enchantment had resulted in a perpetual shift in aesthetic.

“I…It appears that way,” she whispered, trying and failing to come up with something reassuring to say. “In any case, I’m sorry that - Eeep!”

She squeaked and tensed, feeling something bury itself into the cleft of her ass. Twisting and peering back at herself, wondering what in the hell was going on, her eyes widened. The mare was either far, far more comfortable than she assumed, or way hornier than she’d originally thought - in either case, the girl’s entire face was entombed in her pillowy posterior. The revelation and sinful sensation of hot breath against her nethers was thrilling, yet not nearly as exciting as the amorous energy which she only then realized she’d been unwittingly steeping in.

Doing a hasty and nearly panicked assessment of herself, weighing each mountainous mammary with her hands, she pursed her lips. In the scant amount of time since Mei’s departure, she could already tell that she’d packed on a few pounds and, if she didn’t put things to a halt, it wouldn’t be long before she was in a worse condition than she’d been in before the beach mare’s arrival. Exerting virtually every ounce of her will, focusing on not cutting off the veritable banquet her guest was offering on a curvaceous platter, she turned around, stood the girl up, and steadily exhaled.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, but we’ll both be in a pickle if you keep doing that,” she huffed, desperately failing to hide how flustered she was. “N…not that I don’t enjoy it.”

“Shoot, sorry again,” the pegasus lamented, stepping back and removing her mitts from the drone’s ample hips. “It’s just that, well, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

The simple compliment was more compelling than being groped, making Yvette’s heart skip a beat. “For what it’s worth, you’re quite easy on the eyes yourself.”

Primrose beamed, her cheeks darkening slightly, as she started washing herself. “Thanks, that means a lot,” she hummed, passing the soap and cloth over to her host. “So that energy thing, does it work both ways?”

“While I can feed off creatures at will, it’s much easier if they freely and willingly supply their love,” Yvette explained, starting the process of cleaning herself.

“The reason I ask is because I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to return the favor from earlier - like, if you wanted to,” the pony hummed, wheeling around to dampen her mane.

Yvette’s mouth went dry, as she gazed at the girl’s extremely generous rump. Having lacked any amorous attention for ages left her in a compromising position, not to mention the fact that she’d just fooled around with the mare, so being offered an opportunity to enjoy her guest’s sublime body proved too much to bear. Sinking to her knees, promising herself that she wouldn’t lose control, she lovingly caressed her guest’s ample ass.

The sensation of doughy flesh against her fingers was compelling, the view of the pony’s derrière was fantastic, but the delicate aroma - sweet, merciful Chrysalis, the aroma was to die for. A heady cocktail of the traditional olfactory and preternatural scent of lust, topped with a hint of raspberries, her guest’s aura was like the finest of wines. As she fought the growing urge to sate herself, grappling with the impulse to jam her face to the pegasus’ marehood, the unthinkable happened - Primrose bent over.

Her muzzle drifted closer and closer to the immaculately presented rear, like a moth drawn to a frame, until she finally comprehended what she was doing. They’d just had a very rousing, wild, and wholly impulsive bout of sex, which had led to their enlarged and sullied states, so indulging herself a second time would only make matters worse - for goodness’ sake, she was a grown drone, not some impetuous, young nymph! Shaking her head and clearing her thoughts, attempting to force her id back into its cage, she was wholly unaware that she’d slipped right into her guest’s trap.

Rolling her hips back and forcing Yvette’s head against the wall, Primrose planted her ass squarely on the oblivious changeling’s head. Perhaps the pony thought she was being funny, or maybe she genuinely wanted another round with her host - in the end, the final result was the same. The drone’s hands flew to her hips, as a long, serpentine tongue plunged into her slavering marehood.

Taken wholly off guard, Yvette’s instincts slipped from her clutches and ran rampant. Hungrily feasting upon the pony’s loins, breathing in the ambrosial musk of the mare’s snatch, it took everything she had to not drain the girl dry. One small benefit of her unfortunate condition was that her sexual preferences actually made her life much easier than it could have been. Siphoning off others was natural for her, but it was much, much more pronounced when she was taking a submissive role.

The contented groans and blissful tremors from her guest were divine - more than enough inspiration for her to continue. Twisting her head ever so slightly, plunging her tongue into Primrose’s canal, she experimentally probed the girl’s depths. She’d studied pony anatomy enough to know that the females had a particularly sensitive area hidden within their sex, and that’s exactly what she intended to find. Gradually lapping at every bit of the pegasus’ velvety inner walls, she felt her guest tremble - bingo.

Having found just what she was looking for, she set upon the mare like a carnal champion. While she wasn’t one to toot her own horn, there was no denying that her tongue was simply superior to a pony’s; at nearly a foot long, forked, and fully articulate, the claim was simply a cold, hard fact - a fact she had every intention of demonstrating to her new friend. Wriggling her head lower, she tenderly lipped the pegasus’ winking, bulging clit.

Primrose’s moans raised an octave, while she ground her drooling sex against her host’s face. It was just the reaction that Yvette had hoped for, spurring her onward with gusto. Truth be told, she got as much joy from administering love as she did feasting upon it. It was rare for her to get any sort of sexual action, so having the chance to doll out the pleasure to someone other than herself. Staving off the temptation to play with herself, if only to help her abstain from growing any bigger faster than she already was, she continued the licentious task undeterred.

On and on she went, subtly modifying her technique all the while, as her guest shifted her weight from side to side. Yvette was sure that she could take the full weight of the enhanced pegasus, but wasn’t sure about the wall behind her. She nipped and teased, using her tongue every which way, and played with as much of the mare’s plush tush as she could reach, until things inevitably came to a head. Shaking from her hooves to the tip of her head, nearly quaking with bliss, Primrose unleashed a climactic howl that reverberated throughout the bathroom, moments before a torrent of nectar baptized Yvette. Gulping down what she could, pleased with her performance, the drone gave her guest’s sopping wet, quivering snatch a parting kiss, before ultimately letting the mare peel away from her face and getting to her hooves.

“Would that be enough to return the favor?” she purred, waggling her eyebrows at the girl.

“Y…yeah, that’ll do it alright,” Primrose croaked, unsteadily turning around to face her host. “At least we’re already in the shower.”

Yvette winced, reminded of the mess awaiting them within her chamber. The bed was in utter shambles, more than likely drenched in the collective juices from their romp, the sheets were in disarray and equally sullied, and she wouldn’t be at all surprised if the floor and some of their clothing had suffered collateral damage. All in all, though the afternoon had been wildly thrilling, there was still much to be done - not to mention the issue of both her and the pony’s overly-enlarged physiques.

Ignorant to her host’s growing anxiety, with her amorous intentions apparently sated, Primrose eventually started to wash herself in earnest. “Any plans for this evening?”

“Aside from tidying up and looking through my Sparkles catalogue for a new bed, no, nothing in particular,” Yvette grumbled, lathering her face and dorsal fin.

“In that case, do you want some company? The only thing I was thinking about doing later was getting some pizza, but I’d be more than happy to order a pie for the two of us,” the mare asserted, wiping one eye and peeking over at the nonplussed drone.

“Really?” Yvette blurted, genuinely taken aback by the offer.

“After everything you did for me, and to me,” Primrose snickered, taking a moment to squeeze her titanic rack, “it’s the least I can do - that and I certainly wouldn’t mind chatting with you.”

The drone opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say or how to react. As impossible as it seemed, the pony seemed sincere. She’d half-expected the young woman to gather her things and disappear into the night, possibly never to be seen again, yet that wasn’t the case - no, the pegasus actually wanted to spend time with her.

“We don’t have to,” the mare weakly laughed, playfully punching the changeling’s shoulder, “I just thought it would be nice to, you know, hang out.”

“No!” Yvette coughed, immediately waving her hands. “I mean, yes! Yes, I’d like you to stay for a while!”

Seeing the pegasus' smile broaden, just before the girl wheeled around to rinse off her mane, Yvette felt a glimmer of something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. She’d never been all that social, having what some would consider uninteresting hobbies and being markedly tall for a drone, and there were perilously few who she could consider to be true friends. Grinning to herself, unable to tamp down the hope of forging a bond with the pony, she let her guest be while she finished washing herself.

The remainder of their shower was relatively uneventful, save for an almost inappropriate amount of casual groping of each other’s curves, and the pair dried off and moved back into the disaster area that was the bedroom. Fortunately for Yvette, Twisted dived in and offered to help without being asked. It was a bit embarrassing to have someone she’d known for less than a day handle her dirty linens and discarded undergarments - then again, they had become intimately familiar with one another at a record pace. It was only after the remains of the bed had been set aside and the mattress had been made in its place, a load of laundry started, and the floor given a brisk mop that they turned their efforts elsewhere.

Unfortunately for the both of them, finding garments which fit and were suitable for going out was no easy task and took a bit of creative problem solving. Yvette was barely able to squeeze into her largest outfit, a billowy t-shirt and pair of seemingly-indestructible yoga pants, while Primrose quite literally threw an outfit together for herself. Borrowing a bed sheet and a single window curtain from her host, she fashioned herself a sarong and makeshift tube top - an inventive and frankly ingenious solution that would, if nothing else, allow her to go out and about without attracting too much attention.

With all the necessities dealt with, and the sun having dipped below the horizon, Primrose ordered them pizza while Yvette prepared them some fruit smoothies, using some ingredients she happened to have laying around - it was the least she could do, considering her guest had bought them dinner and been fine company to keep, and it was also an excuse for her to try some Equestrian food that she considered to be exotic. It was oddly refreshing having a guest around, so she was in no rush to shoo the girl away. With all the important deeds done, and two piping hot pies delivered, the duo finally sat down and rested their hooves.

“It’s hard to believe you’re from the Griffish Isles,” Yvette remarked, having swallowed down a mouthful of her mushroom pizza. “You only have the barest hint of an accent.”

“And I can hardly believe you’ve lived so close to me without me seeing you before!” Primrose exclaimed, waving a slice of her pineapple and ham at her host. “Listen, I know you said you’ve only lived here for a few months, and that you’re not the going out type, but you should really reconsider! We’re in Baltimare, for buck’s sake - nobody is going to care if you’re a little bigger than average!”

“I guess,” the drone hummed, lowering her gaze, “but it’s easier said than done. Do you have any idea how many folks are into tall women?” Glancing up at the pony’s face, seeing the girl’s grin, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “Scratch that…”

“Listen, I can totally see how it would be a pain in the butt - especially with your ginormous buggy butt, but what if I told you I had a plan,” Primrose mused, shuffling closer. “All we gotta do is go on a date.”

At the mention of the word date, Yvette aspirated a mouthful of her smoothie and broke into a coughing fit. “Date?!” she rasped between hacks, tearfully looking her guest in the face.

“Not necessarily a date date! Look, if people think we’re an item, they’ll be less inclined to pay you any mind - at least, not in a lustful way! And if we go out together, I could run interference and help with any problems that pop up!” the pegasus explained, wrapping an arm around the weakly choking changeling.

“I…I don’t know,” the drone murmured, peering down past the vast amount of her guest’s captivating cleavage to the floor.

It was definitely an enticing offer, and the pony’s logic was solid, but it would still be a big step for her. Her last foray to the beach had ended disastrously, even if she enjoyed it deep down; it had inadvertently introduced her to the chipper young pegasus, and she was still a bit anxious about making a second attempt. Feeling her guest withdraw, she looked to the side.

“What if I made it interesting,” Primrose began. “Next Monday morning, we’ll go to the beach - the same spot on the beach we first saw each other at. If everything goes smoothly, you’ll owe me dinner - if everything goes tits up, metaphorically speaking, I’ll owe you dinner. What do you say?”

Seeing a hand thrust in her direction, Yvette did something that even surprised herself - she shook the mare’s hand. Mondays typically weren’t typically a busy day on the shore, though she’d have to take time off work to meet the mare again, and the warranty on her swimsuit meant she could get another one easily enough, but there was another, far far stronger motivator at play - she wanted to see more of the girl. Though the date wasn’t necessarily a romantic endeavor, the prospect of making an honest to goodness friend pushed her to push herself.

With hope in her heart and a smile on her lips, standing in defiance of the anxiety which constantly hounded her, she nodded. “It’s a date…”

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Standing in her foyer, with her hand upon the knob of her front door, Yvette screwed her eyes closed, drew a deep breath, and held it. It’d been nearly a week since the impromptu tryst involving Mei and Primrose, yet the past wasn’t what worried her - no, the only thing that concerned her was her impending date. As she reminded herself that the date wasn’t really a date, for the umpteenth time that morning, she attempted to clear her head.

After exchanging numbers with the cheerful unicorn, ensuring the girl that she would make good on her promise to meet by the seaside, she’d flopped into bed and slept like a brick; sadly for her, that was the last restful day she’d had in the past week. The following morning, she’d contacted the manufacturer of her swimsuit, explained that the article had suffered a rather catastrophic malfunction, and had promptly gotten a replacement priority mailed to her home. She’d originally hoped that getting a new set of swimwear would ease her nerves, since it was the largest part of her plan to go out, but she’d been very mistaken.

Though she still wasn’t quite as petite as she’d been that fateful day, she’d done her best to slim down in order to fit into her outerwear; her curves were still much more generous than that of most mares in the area, doubly so given her tall and otherwise-lithe stature. Each breast was about twice the size of her head, and her rear was a comparable size to her bust - balancing her figure in a deliciously curvaceous way. The majority of her gut had disappeared as well, though her belly bands were still very soft to the touch. She was scarcely more confident than she was the first time, given that she had more of a game plan with the delightful mare she was meeting up with, and as such didn’t feel the need to cover herself up with her sundress on her way out.

With the memory of her trials and tribulations of her last foray to the sandy shore fresh on her mind, she’d gotten steadily more stressed as the days went on - sure, Primrose promised to help avert another crisis, acting as her aid for the impending day out, yet that did little to salve her nerves. She had no real reason to worry so much, especially because she’d have a friend along with her, yet her fears weren’t that easily assuaged.

Glancing over at clock by her coat rack and, realizing just how long she’d been dallying, she screwed her eyes shut, threw open the door, and stepped outside. Delaying the inevitable was a fruitless venture, particularly because she didn’t just have herself to worry about. With only a ten minutes’ walk to reach the changing huts beside the beach, where Primrose was more than likely waiting already, she marched outside and into the brilliant morning sun.

Mercifully for her, between the early hour and the day, traffic was particularly light, allowing her to make the short walk without incident. Adorned in her replacement swimsuit, one that many would still consider to be microscopic on her at the best of times, and carrying a rather large basket along with herself, she was prepared for any possible hiccup - at least, she hoped she was ready for any possible hiccup. Not only had she packed snacks and sun tan lotion, but she’d brought a change of extra clothes, a spare beach towel, and a book to busy herself with.

As she trotted along, moving at a brisk pace, she only lifted her head to cross the odd street or avoid obstacles. Being out under ordinary circumstances could be a bit of a trial, but parading herself wearing something so revealing was less than comfortable. Passing an all too familiar bus stop, knowing exactly where she was, she hung a left and moved towards a set of dunes.

“Yvette!” a voice shouted, causing her to start. Her elytra cracked open at the sound of her name being called, as she unconsciously prepared to fly off at the first sign of trouble.

The moment she lifted her gaze, her heart stopped in her chest. Bounding towards her, excitedly waving an arm, was none other than Primrose. The flow of time seemed to slow, her eyes widened, and her mouth began to water, watching the young, comparatively stout woman approach. Seeing her again was a delight, yet seeing her in a rather revealing two-piece was downright sinful.

The mare was just as large as she remembered, with the enchantment’s side effects still permanently affecting her; simply put, the once above-average pony had become a downright bombshell. Staring in open awe, nearly dropping her belongings, she wasn’t sure where to look! The pony’s bouncing, wobbling rack, her softly swaying rump, and her jiggly thighs all held their own appeal, but the unicorn’s face - stars above, her face was downright enchanting. As if in a trance, unable to move, Yvette was left wholly unprepared for the impending assault.

Arms outstretched, leaping dead at her and nearly knocking her over, Primrose snared the drone in a hug. “I was hoping you didn’t forget!”

“Y…yeah,” Yvette stammered, her higher functions coming back online.

The sensation of soft, yielding flesh against her set a thrilled shiver up her spine as her elytra threatened to fling themselves wide open, reminding her to be on her best behavior. Willing predatory instincts to behave, lest she wind up bursting the seams of her swimwear, the changeling reached down to return the embrace and reluctantly wriggled free. While she was genuinely pleased to see her companion, she was a bit surprised that the girl had selected something so revealing for the foray.

“You like it?” Primrose asked, casually pulling at her overstuffed top.

Paradoxically, though she was practically drooling, Yvette’s mouth went dry. Intended or not, the mare had flashed a nipple. The sight was enough to rouse her libido and make her feel a bit awkward, in spite of having seen everything the girl had to offer - though, on the bright side, it did help her forget about her anxiety about being seen.

Clearing her throat, she forced herself to look down at the pony’s face. “So how’ve things been with - uh…” she trailed off, vaguely gesturing to her companion’s body, unsure of how to address her life since becoming markedly larger.

“Nothing’s really changed, aside from getting more looks from folks and having to walk sideways through some doors,” the mare nonchalantly replied, giving a noncommittal shrug. “Oh yeah, and having to buy a new wardrobe.”

“Sorry about the wardrobe bit,” Yvette sighed, turning and slowly leading the way to the shore.

“Eh - it’s fine. For what it’s worth, the cost of some new clothes was a small price to pay for having this extravagant look,” Primrose explained, matching in step with the drone. “How about yourself?”

“I haven’t been up to anything interesting, I’m afraid,” the changeling responded. “Believe it or not, I’m relatively boring by most standards - excluding moments like those at my townhouse, of course. The only notable thing that’s happened is that I’ve had to workout a lot more to shed some of my extra weight.”

Her week had, for all intents and purposes, been like many before it. She worked, tended to her home, took care of herself, and frittered away what little free time she had reading or doing arcane research. Though she’d been tempted to reach out to either Mei or Primrose for another potential night of fun, she didn’t want to come off as clingy or desperate for attention.

Cresting the dune, breathing in the sea breeze, the unicorn slowed. “I think most of us consider ourselves boring, even if it’s not true. What might be mundane for you could be fascinating for others, and visa versa - at least, that’s how I look at it.”

Lifting a finger to make a rebuttal, Yvette pursed her lips. For someone so bubbly and outgoing, her friend’s assertion was remarkably poignant and insightful, leaving her without a leg to stand on. As she scanned the beach, hoping to find a pleasant spot to bask in the sun, her eyes settled on a particularly choice little hillock. They could carry on their conversation after they’d made themselves comfortable, since they practically had seaside to themselves.

Without saying another word, content to savor the fresh air and warm rays, the two strolled through the sand and to their destination. Getting set up was easy enough, with Yvette placing the beach towels while Primrose planted and opened an umbrella for them. With everything in its place, and the soft sound of rolling waves filling the air, they eased themselves down.

Having sat the basket beside herself, Yvette rifled through her belongings, retrieved the suntan lotion, and deposited a sizable dollop in the palm of her hand. She’d brought enough of the stuff to share with her friend, being unsure if the mare was going to bring any, and so she passed the bottle over to the unicorn. As she began rubbing the creamy substance into her shoulders, she noticed the pony shift.

“I’ll get your back, lay down,” Primrose hummed, eyeing the changeling’s magnanimous form. Heeding the mare’s request, the drone complied and lay on her stomach. Shifting her bulbous bust forward, she crossed her arms over her breasts, and attempted to use her pillows as intended.

Without waiting for further response, the mare straddled herself atop Yvette’s rump, and began rubbing and caressing the lotion on her back. Though Yvette started, surprised by the sudden cold touch of the lotion, her tension bled away in a heartbeat; she simply closed her eyes, slowly exhaled, and savored the soft touch of her companion. There was nothing overtly sexual about the experience, being more comforting than anything, and she had every intention of returning the favor.

Finishing up with the drone’s near-iridescent elytra, Primrose shifted herself backwards onto Yvette’s legs, and started caressing the superbly supple bug booty before her. Yvette stirred slightly, but paid no mind; she was lost in the sensation of having another mare massage her back.

Like clockwork, her body began to change, as she unconsciously absorbed the feelings that Primrose had for her - her bikini bottoms began to ride up further and further between her pillowy cheeks, and her top began to dig in just that little bit more. As the changeling ignored her growing self, the unicorn changed up her massage pattern; she could feel the drone’s flesh expanding beneath her hands, growing softer by the minute. Kneading, rubbing, and caressing Yvette’s bountiful swathes of changeling booty, Primrose found herself completely mesmerized in the sensations.

“Hey,” the pony breathed, gingerly massaging and tenderly squeezing the drone, “you mind if I ask you something?”

Yvette shook her head, keeping her eyes glued shut. “Be my guest.” The moment that Primrose spoke, Yvette’s growth surged, before slowing right down again.

“So - Um -” Primrose faltered, surprised by the sudden expansion, her hands pulling away. “Do you always do that?”

“Do what?” Yvette replied, befuddled at her friend’s ambiguous question.

“Grow.” Primrose near-whispered, noticing that she’d been sitting higher than she was moments ago; Yvette’s butt and thighs had managed to gain at least ten inches, propping up the super-wide mare resting on top. Her chest had been affected as well, though Primrose hadn’t noticed quite yet; she was far too focused on the changeling’s other masterpiece.

“I - Well, yeah, I suppose. Like I said earlier, I’ve got an eating disorder. I can’t not feed on the affection of others.” the drone duly replied, keeping her eyes closed, bemused at the unicorn’s ill-at-ease approach to the subject.

“Nice…” Primrose whispered under her breath, grabbing herself another dollop of lotion, and reaching back down to continue massaging it onto the changeling.

“What was that?” Yvette replied, further relaxing herself as the mare kept rubbing in the lotion.

“I - uh - Nothing! Nothing.” the unicorn awkwardly squawked, as she stopped rubbing lotion onto Yvette.

The reaction was so odd and out of character that the changeling peeked over her shoulder. Strangely enough, the pony was staring down at the sand and blushing slightly, as if she’d been about to say or do something out of turn. Piquing a brow, she cleared her throat to draw the girl’s attention.

Exasperatedly exhaling and shaking her head, almost as if she was trying to summon her courage for some herculean feat, the mare waveringly smiled and locked eyes with the changeling. “Anyways - are you doing anything later?”

“I hadn’t planned on anything,” Yvette murmured, “why?”

Trying her best to remain composed, she couldn’t help but get her hopes up. She’d been simultaneously looking forward to and dreading the day trip with her companion since it had been announced, but all that had changed in an instant. Simply seeing the unicorn, hearing her chipper tone, and receiving a hug had been enough to dispel her apprehension, leaving a comforting happiness within her.

Primrose rolled her eyes, her cheeks darkening all the more, before she spoke. “Don’t make me say it!”

The statement caught Yvette off guard, but only for a moment, before she put the pieces together. “Do you want to go out for something to eat later?”

The question had been a genuine postulation on what her companion wanted, though in asking it she’d set herself up spectacularly. She wasn’t sure if she’d been duped into proposing a more traditional sort of date, regardless of whether or not there were romantic connotations, and she immediately suffered the giddy consequences. Twisting beneath the mare straddling her lower rump, she ponderously wriggled around, flipped onto her back, shot forward, and embraced her companion. The hug had been far harder to pull off than she’d initially assumed, and she nearly engulfed Primrose’s arm between her pair of oversized and pillowy-soft bosoms

“I take that as a yes?” Yvette remarked, genuinely unsure of the unicorn’s lack of response.

“Of course it’s a yes!” Primrose bleated, beaming over at her. “There’s this great little sushi place I know about, on the other side of town, that I just know you’ll love.”

“But I don’t have a car,” the drone muttered, lamenting the fact that she was fortunate enough that she didn’t need one to get around where she needed to go.

“Pffft - as if I wasn’t going to offer to drive you and pay for your meal!” the mare snickered, withdrawing slightly.

Fully aware of the hand resting atop her own, Yvette fidgeted slightly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone out to eat, let alone with someone else, and the prospect felt odd - not a bad sort of odd, but unfamiliar. Weakly smirking, turning her head and gazing out across the water, she briefly considered her next words.

“I…I really don’t know what to say,” she finally admitted.

“You don’t have to say anything! Going out with each other and having fun is what friends do -” Primrose chirped, lacing her fingers with the changeling’s digits, “besides, it’s been almost a week since I saw you, and I want to hear more about changeling magic, especially yours.”

“What part?” Yvette inquired, her ears and dorsal fin perking up.

“Like, ok, this is probably gonna sound like a dumb question, but is it really that different than unicorn magic?” the pony clarified.

“In regards to what it can do, no, but how our sorcery works is a different matter entirely. You see…” Yvette merrily started explaining what she could, subconsciously inching closer to her companion.

Though she was keenly aware that they may not become lovers, or even if the pony had any interest in romantic affairs, she took solace in the simple joy of having someone to talk to - someone to be with, and someone to potentially be in. It had been so long since she’d known any sort of genuine companionship with anyone, let alone somebody who was remarkably chipper, that she hadn’t fully realized what she’d been missing out on. As she prattled on about the finer nuances of the arcane, with the pony leaning over and resting her head on her shoulder, an unfamiliar yet pleasing sensation settled over her - she felt full…

Busty Bug Burlesque

by Some Leech

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A Titular Trio

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Coastal Curves