Rainbow Dash drifted through the early morning clouds, flying with her eyes closed more often than not as her wings took a familiar route towards Ponyville.
She was barely half awake when the rumble of thunder shook the fluffy clouds around her. No cause for concern for the peppy pegasus—because the cause of the disturbance lay between her legs.
Dashie's monstrous morning wood rose between her legs, a pony-dwarfing pillar of penis that dangled threateningly from side to side with the beat of her wings, as if deciding which feature of land beneath it to obliterate. Its throbs were thunder, each pulse of blood swelling it bigger and harder than before. Her balls gurgled, bloating past her knees, her shins, her feet, growing so fat and outragously fertile that they outsized their owner completely!
And yet Dashie kept on flying, as unpertubed by her 12 foot cock and her boulder-like balls as if they were not even there. But their presence could not be denied as easily by her surroundings. The very air around her grew thick with her cockmusk, new clouds rolling off the sweat of her balls alone. It spread, like a contamination, infecting the sea of clouds, dominating it with the eye-watering scent of her cock.
*Throb.*
The shockwave knocked snow off the mountain-tops and shook the trees far below. She was approaching Ponyville—and her cock wanted release. She did not even have to touch it. Dashie merely relaxed, arching her back with a satisfying stretch—and the dam burst.
Cum *gushed* through the sky. Molten, tar-thick rivers of Grade A studcum, raining down in destructive globs upon the unprepared landscape below. Her first cumshot formed a lake. Her second, a sea. Her third, an ocean. Mere droplets for a dickmare like Dash. Her balls still grew, still filling *faster* than before. And her cock obliged, the dusky blue slab of flesh swelling by several feet at a time, thrusting through the clouds as if meaning to fill all of the empty space with the mass of its owner.
*Gush.*
Rainbow Dash reached Ponyville, the town quickly submerging in the frothing white waves of her cum. It was a familar sight; and just as familiar was the eager throbbing and growing of her cock, racing ahead to try to touch the ground before she even started her descent. Throb, gush; throb, gush. It was a simple rythm; simple and satisfying, a pair of pleasurable sensations chasing each other as yet more oceans of steaming cum poured onto her home town to put in miles deep in ball batter, virile enough to knock up the whole world a million times over. And yet her fat balls were *still* growing faster, their rumbling gurgle echoing across the planet, like a divine warning.
Dashie agreed entirely. She smirked, giving herself a brisk rub. Enough playing around with pre-cum; it was time for the *real* show...
Twilight had often wondered what it would be like to become a Princess of Hyperquestria. How it would feel, what good she could do. It was a lofty role, full of potential and obligations, and she had sworn to do her very best to fill it.
Today was the day of her Ascension—and now Twilight found that she filled it too well. The throne chafed at her hips, unable to house her fecund figure for long. It wasn’t just her increased stature—though suddenly standing 8 feet tall didn’t help—that renderer her seat increasingly inadequate; it was the fact that her ass had grown into the biggest, juiciest peach in the entire kingdom, an obscene booty that even Pinkie couldn’t hope to match. And her boobs had followed right along, claiming the majority of her torso as they grew past beach balls, past pumpkins, past any reasonable measurement, a pair of impossibly perfect breasts big enough to hang to her hips even despite their supernatural perkiness. Twilight gave them a probing nudge, barely able to reach her own nipples, despite their prodigious size. Bigger than last she checked, of that she was sure. Her alicorn transformation had transpired hours ago, and yet her tits were still growing whenever her attention wandered. The same went for her ass, judging by the increasingly desperate groaning of her seat.
Not bad for a scrawny nerd that couldn’t even fill her bra that morning.
But that was hardly the biggest change in her life. That title went to the near apocalyptic instrument of mass breeding that slumbered between her legs: Twilight’s god-cock, its heft and greed unrivaled across all of her domain. It sat in a thick, wrinkly sheath the size of an oil barrel, its obscene mass matched only by the fat, gurgling nuts below it, which displayed her cutie mark across its dusky, purple canvas.
That was the reason that she had been left on her own to feel out herself before any official business was conducted. That was the reason that Canterlot had been cleared out, lest Twilight accidentally impregnated the whole court (female and male alike) in the exploration of her new powers.
The first few hours had come and gone without much fanfare. Alicorn or not, Twilight was still her old self, with the mind of a dorky bookworm transplanted into the body of a sex goddess. But, she reasoned as she ran her hand slowly across the monster between her legs, the whole castle had been emptied out for her benefit. It would be a shame to let all that effort go to waste.
A tremor ran through the throne room, sending crystal glass and ornate chandeliers tinkling with dissonant melodies. It was a warning. But Twilight was not listening. The creaking rumble and the aggressive churning between her legs was too enticing—and too loud, besides—captivating the young Princess with a wealth of forbidden sensations. Her sheath filled in her hands, pushing her exceedingly plump thighs apart as it grew, demanding more space for her erection, and Twilight was all too eager to grant it. She pressed her delicate fingers into the folds of her sheath and stroked it greedily, her loins awash with a tingling expectation that would have rendered a lesser pony an orgasmic mess. But Twilight was an alicorn, now, and she wanted more.
Her cock complied. It swelled, inch by inch, progressing through her sheath at an agonizingly slow pace, forcing Twilight’s lusts to build and build and build; much like her body did, tits and ass fattening without a care for the integrity of her throne, her magnificent wingspan creeping closer and closer to the ceiling far above her head. Who said she needed a throne? Her balls would do the job just fine, swelling inexorably with downright dangerous volumes of mare-jizz. Steam started to rise from her crotch, a heady mix of sweat and musk so strong that she might well enslave her guards from exposure. In seconds, the vast throne room had become a sauna, sweltering with the sheer heat radiating from her cock. Which, to Twilight’s rising annoyance, still remained inside her nearly body-dwarfing sheath.
C’mon, she thought, biting her lip. Her strokes became harder, ordering her vast ponycock to reveal itself. She followed the pull of its weight, standing up to thrust at the empty air as the building desperation of her lust gripped her. A stream of precum leaked from the meaty grotto of her sheath, a stream that soon became a raging river as Twilight groped herself and rolled the sensitive mass against the crevice of her balls.
Hyperquestria’s newest goddess was not going to let her cock get the better of her. She had the bright idea of enlisting her boobs to the task. It did no’t take much coaxing at all to make them bloom even faster, the perfect, purple mounds expanding out to rival the rest of her body. Perfect for titfucking herself.
Twilight’s cock burst into view within the first stroke, a meaty spire as wide as its owner and twice as long. The sweltering heat and the intensity of her mind-melting musk increased ten-fold in the blink of an eye, and only continued to rise as her 20-foot marecock gushed a fountain of cum across the length of the throne room.
And yet, that was not why Twilight’s jaw hit the floor. It wasn’t even the fact that she was now locked in a continual orgasm, cumming so hard that the lower floors of the castle would be underwater within minutes, or that, despite this physics-defying output, her balls were still growing bigger.
No, it was the fact that when Twilight pushed her cock out of her sheath… two more had followed.
She had never even considered that Alicorns might be triple-cocked by default. She had not even suspected it from carrying around that immense weight between her legs all day. But now the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, and the throne room was dominated by three immense cocks, throbbing among each other as they raced to fill Canterlot with cum and flesh.
Twilight shivered. She was too turned on to even consider the implications. She just wanted more. Which, she noted, made her cocks grow even faster, pouring from her stretched sheath foot by glorious foot, glistening with so much condensed cockmusk that she might’ve filled the room with it, if not for the far more immediate high-pressure floods of cum that ravaged the empty halls outside. And there was something else, a tingle at the edge of her mind that resolved itself into an itch between her legs.
Twilight scratched—and found herself now pulled bodily off her feet as a new scrotum dropped out of her crotch, materializing at the size of her fist before growing so rapidly that it almost bruised its owner on its way to match her first set. By the time her third pair of balls grew in, Twilight was beached entirely on top of her new endowments, the princess surveying her realm of expanding purple flesh.
And she saw it was good.
The divinely hung alicorn laughed with manic glee as she sank her hands into her tits and fucked them without shame or restraint. Moving came easy to her, even as the weight of her body crossed into the tonnes, and her ever-fattening ass cheeks clapped loudly as she thrust her trio of madly gushing cocks into the tight, slippery crevice. The throne room seemed rather small, all of a sudden. It could not hope to handle the realm’s newest and biggest dickmare, a goddess made flesh. And unfortunately for Canterlot, Twilight no longer cared to keep it safe. There was only one thing on her mind: more.
The explosion of the roof was the first outward sign of the impending catastrophe. Vast, purple wings stretched out of the castle, wrapping themselves around the buildings as if to protect them—or perhaps, to claim them as her own. For a moment, the sight became almost biblical, as a second pair of Twilight’s wings unfurled from her back, thrust out in all of their glory over the by now rapidly flooding castle, waterfalls of cum gushing from every door, every window, every little crevice. The reveal of her third set of wings, however, coincided with the discovery that would seal Hyperqustria’s Canterlot’s fate.
Twilight was not merely triple-cocked. She had more between her legs—and she only needed to push.
The alicorn threw her head back, howling in pleasure as her next three cocks exploded into view, her full crop of fat, floppy studcocks sweeping through the castle as if it were made of tissue paper. They spanned hundreds of feet, thick and veiny, and as Twilight clenched her ass and thrust, hundreds more emerged.
“Fuuuck…” The Princess cried, delirious with the discovery. Thrust, clench—six cocks became twelve. Twelve became twenty four. She stroked herself madly, noting with delight how every single squeeze and grinding and even the mere thought of it made her sheath swell thicker, heavier, bigger, the source of endless pleasure.
And still she wanted more. Twilight became a nexus of her sexual organs, the fulcrum of a growing army of penises, the center of an hourglass figure so vast that it made the very ground shake. Her tits buried Ponyville as they surged forwards, while her eternally fattening ass jiggled behind her with every delirious thrust that saw her army grow. Hundreds, thousands, her slick, throbbing shafts pushed towards the horizon, becoming the very landscape that she now ruled.
She had often wondered what being a Princess would be like. Now she knew why Celestia never told her. Old Twilight would never have believed it. But New Twilight… New Twilight would take on the mantle. New Twilight would take care of Hyperquestria.
Twilight and Rainbow Dash struggled up the steep incline of a snaking mountain path. Ponyville was far below them, so small that it felt like Twilight could reach out and hold it in the palm of her hand, and yet the path continued inexorably upwards, as if meaning to make them touch the sky itself. The start of the ascent had been chatty and easy, but now, after several hours of struggling, the two ponies had settled into a determined rhythm.
Dashie took point, leading them along a rounded crevice as they approached a waterfall. Below, past the nose-bleed drop into empty air, the frothing waters raged, forming a wild river that looked apt to crush any boats that so much as went near it. It was a tantalizing sight, a testament to the raw power of the mountain they climbed. So tantalizing, in fact, that the speedy pony made a wrong step and lost her balance at the very edge of the mile-tall drop.
Twilight shot forward and grabbed her arm. “Hey, careful!” she called, reeling her friend back in.
“Shit!” Dashie cried, her heart jumping in her chest as she stumbled back against Twilight. “Uh. Thanks. Just… Seeing the sights.” Yeah, that was a bad save. She knew it too and gave up trying to pretend. “Fuck. This is bullshit. Why can’t we just fly?”
Twilight rolled her eyes. There was a distinct lack of wings on her back.
“Fine. Well, why can’t I?”
“The journey is the point. You have to show your devotion, that sort of stuff.”
“I can show that I have wings. That beats devotion any day of the week.”
Twilight crossed her arms. “Listen, you want Celestia’s blessing or not? You didn’t have to come, you know.”
“Sure I did. Or you’d stumble over a branch and break your, well, everything.” Dashie shrugged. “Fine. Fiiine. We’ll walk.”
Twilight had a glimpse over the edge, admiring the landscape again. “If you’re sure you don’t need a rest.”
“I’m fine, I told you!” Dashie said. She happened to glance upwards; the summit was still so very far away. She sighed. “Well, okay. We can sit here for a moment, since you’re twisting my arm. But I’m telling you, flying would make this a piece of cake.”
Twilight smiled. “Celestia says otherwise. And we better do as she says.”
***
It took forever to reach the top. At times, it felt like the road grew longer as they hiked along it, the features above them shifting out of reach. But there was nothing that Friendship and Perseverance could not conquer, after all, and Twilight and Rainbow Dash reached their goal in the end.
It was an awesome sight. The whole of the world, it seemed, stretching out on all sides around them. Twilight had expected it to grow colder as they ascended, but in fact the air was positively tropical. Steam rose around their path and the air was filled with pleasant floral scents. Flowers and… something else, something stronger, waiting just underneath. It sent tingles down her spine, building her anticipation of meeting her mentor.
“So?” Dashie said, already fidgeting with nervous energy. “Is she gonna appear? Don’t tell me we hiked that long for nothing!”
Twilight waved her hands at Dashie and shook her head, hoping fervently to avoid a faux pas against Celestia. “Dashie, just chill.”
The mountain rumbled beneath their hooves. Rumbled… and grew.
“Ah,” Celestia’s voice boomed across the valley, addressing them from the very land itself. Which, as Twilight and Dashie watched, rose out of the ground, her flawless form so large that it took a moment to even realize. That pair of mountains weren’t mountains at all; they were Celestia’s breasts, big and full. And the mountain that they stood on, well. That was her sheath.
Celestia sat up, smiling brilliantly as her face filled the sky over Twilight and Dashie; the latter of which was not far too busy staring in awe to make awkward comments.
“If it isn’t my favorite student,” the giga-giantess continued in her deep, melodic voice, fixing the purple ponies with eyes that dwarfed Ponyville itself. “Twilight. How nice of you to visit.”
As she spoke, her body shifted and grew, as if unable to stop itself from expanding with every single moment of her waking existence. Her breasts filled out, pink nipples looking to rival mountains by themselves, and her already outrageously fat package swelled under her two devotees, her eternal river of precum flaring up to a thunderous surge as her miles of balls bloated far below, drowning Ponyville in her musk as a gentle warning before the flood of cum would engulf the valley.
Twilight found herself awestruck, as she so often did when conversing with her goddess of a mentor. “Hi Celestia,” she said and immediately bit her lip.
Just acknowledging the Princess was enough to make her power grow, their perch on her sheath rising miles into the air as it fattened between her legs and her ass drove deeper craters into the rock that sunk under her weight. The world was unprepared to deal with a pony as potent as Celestia—if not for her magic, it would have ended long ago. Or maybe it had, already, and she simply put it back into place.
Celestia smiled knowingly. She had to know the effect she had on people, Twilight decided, the effect she had on her. Twilight was her student, more than passingly familiar, and even she could not stop herself from gawking. There was no point in trying to restrain herself. Twilight had tried that before; it led to a feedback loop of temptation that just made the towering Celestia grow even faster.
“You’ve brought a friend,” Celestia remarked, turning her smile to Dashie. “I’m pleased. The more who partakes, the better.”
“Y-yes!” Twilight said quickly, trying to keep her thoughts straight. “We’re here to learn!”
Dashie squirmed in place, growing hot and bothered under the goddess’ gaze. “Twi?” she called, breaking out in sweat as her hands went between her legs of their own accord. “What’s… happening?”
Celestia laughed, a surprisingly gentle sound considering its source and the way it rebounded off distant mountaintops. “Learn? Nonsense, dear student.”
Dashie cried out in pleasure as a fat marecock sprang out from her crotch, the size of her leg and counting… “F-fuck!”
Twilight felt it too. Her breasts swelled, her ass fattened, her whole body rose as one enormous cock pushed out of her sheath; two cocks, three, foot after foot of thickening, throbbing fuckmeat rising into the cloud of musky steam before her. “Oh, sweet Celestia…”
The goddess’ grin captured them both. “You’re not here to learn, little ponies. You’re here to grow.”
“Now, dear, if you could just hold still,” Rarity said as she slung the measuring tape around Fluttershy’s hips. “It won’t take a minute.”
“I’m trying,” Fluttershy insisted, even as she squirmed away from the seamstress’ touch. Or rather, the tremendous set of bulges that not so much poked into Fluttershy’s side as if threatened to envelop her entirely between them.
Rarity was a lot of lady to take in all at once. She was tall, leggy, and so ridiculously endowed that it was a running joke around town that she had made some infernal pact to be able to fit it all inside her elegant creations, much less being able to work so seamlessly around it. (Nonsense, Rarity insisted; demonic magic could not possibly hope to beat her skill with a needle for creating her compression wear.)
As it was, the purple-maned pony wore a chic pants suit that overflowed with cleavage, her breasts so large that Rarity could stick her arm out straight ahead and still not reach halfway to her nipples. The bulges between her legs were somehow even more outrageous, confining a cock several times the size of its owner and only Celestia knew how many pairs of ultra-virile balls besides. She could make anybody in Ponyville blush; no wonder Fluttershy twisted herself into knots at such close proximity.
But Rarity was not pleased. “Really, dear, I can’t work if I don’t get a good measurement. Is something distracting you?”
Fluttershy’s face was past turning crimson; the color looked more like to become a permanent fixture. She could hear the gurgling of Rarity’s nuts, like the rumbling of a distant waterfall. A waterfall that inexorably grew louder…
“Uhm…”
“Hmm. Let’s switch it up a bit.” Rarity’s measuring tape whipped around Fluttershy’s bust instead, squeezing her generous breasts. “Oh my, you’ve been growing, haven’t you? Good. We can get you a nice, low neckline to show that off.”
Fluttershy fidgeted with her hands. She didn’t speak, but her nipples grew hard against the tape.
“That’s a yes, I take it.” Rarity smiled. “Let’s just… Ah? You’ve got more for me?”
As Rarity held the tape close to read off the measurement, Fluttershy’s breasts pushed it out another inch. And another. And another. There was no question that her boobs were growing, and it made Fluttershy fidget even harder, looking away from both her chest and Rarity’s knowing eyes.
“That looks like a yes. I’m glad you’re excited, dear, but perhaps you could have gotten all of this out of your system before you came here for your measurement? Busting out of your top is good, clean fun, but you need to be able to put it on in the first place.”
“I’m not…” Fluttershy started, biting her lip. “Not d-doing anything…” Her breasts continue to swell, cup-size by cup-size. As they outgrew her head, she covered her chest, twisting around Rarity’s fat cockbulge with a pleading look on her face. “Rarity, I think… something’s wrong.”
“Now now, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Better you get it all out now. You’re a growing girl, I get it. I’ve been there.” Rarity allowed herself a little grin. “I am there, in fact.”
“No, that’s not what I—” Fluttershy whimpered, her words interrupted by a sudden, breathy moan. “Not what I meant!” Her breasts were growing quicker, now, as were her hips, her lovely figure blooming before the seamstress’ very eyes. Fluttershy could not stop touching herself, rubbing her increasingly plump thighs together as her body tensed and her eyes rolled back. “Oh, fudge!” she called, gushing a stream of hot, fragrant girlcum down her legs.
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Huh. Well, if that’s what it takes for you to get it all out, then who am I to judge? Mind the spray, please.”
But Fluttershy was beyond caution. “R-Rarity!” she gasped, breathing hard as another orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt bulged between her legs, growing fatter with every messy squirt of juice that splattered across Rarity’s shop, staining floor and fabric in equal measure. Her breasts kept swelling, overflowing her arms as they, too, painted the shop with voluminous streams of milk. And there, pushing them up, was her belly, taut, round, and indisputably pregnant.
“Ah,” Rarity said in the calm tones of a gentleman detective, “I see what’s happening. Did I…?” She cast her gaze down to her tremendous crotch-bulge, running a hand over the smooth fabric until she found it: a torn seam.
She looked up at her by now constantly cumming friend “Apologies, dear. Seems I have a leak. You know how it is.”
Did Fluttershy ever. Unprepared exposure to Rarity’s sex was not to be taken lightly. By now, she was pregnant with hundreds of the studly seamstress’ foals and she hadn’t even touched it. But all that close contact was having an effect, even as Rarity took her time to decide if she should blow off some steam or not. The yellow pony’s big, enticing breasts rubbed over Rarity’s clothed bulge, which rumbled ominously and stretched her already straining outfit with another dozen feet of meaty mass.
Another seam popped.
And Fluttershy moaned, her mind wholly occupied with the dominating presence of Rarity’s cock. Her belly bloated rapidly, tits and ass swelling as if they had no other choice, and she threw herself around Rarity’s neck with no more wishes than to be fucked and bred further by her divinely hung friend.
“Well,” Rarity said as her cock steadily filled her shop, growing through even her carefully crafted compression wear. “It’s going to be that sort of session, is it dear?”
The air filled with a steamy musk, a pungent scent so strong that any pony around her would have to submit. But there was no need. Outside her shop, there was nothing but moans and gasps, a cacophony of sudden orgasms as the whole of Ponyville came at once: a hundred juicy cunts gushing, swelling, and growing pregnant from Rarity’s mere presence.
Fluttershy mewled in response, her belly pushing against the ceiling and lifting it straight off the top of the house. Although she would never admit it, the yellow pony was rubbing her dripping pussy against Rarity’s crotch, so eager she almost fainted.
“Oh dear,” Rarity said and broke out in a grin. “If that’s the game we’re playing.” She reached down to pull a thread and all of a sudden, her package came free. In the blink of an eye, her balls surged forward, looming above Ponyville with her cutie mark displayed above it at the size of Canterlot Castle itself. Her cock throbbed, growing constantly as it curled around the village, her first droplets of precum threatening to wash away the landscape entirely. Around the world, ponies dropped to their knees, cradling their expanding bellies—but none so much as in Ponyville, where the entire population already loomed above the ruined houses like so many multi-colored balloons.
Rarity graced them all with an imperious smile. Then she turned to Fluttershy, grasping her friend’s voluptuous hips. “Who am I to deny a friend in need? Hold still if you can, dear. This will take a minute.” She licked her lips. “Try not to pass out too quickly.”
“Bigger!” Pinkie proclaimed, spreading her arms in a grand gesture more suited for a podium—or perhaps, a pulpit—than her audience of one in the bakery.
“Uh, Pinkie?” Twilight said, frowning at her friend from behind the customer side of the counter. “What’re you talking about?”
“The effect of these cookies, silly. Here, have one!” The pink pony slid the tray towards Twilight, beaming expectantly.
“They are… bigger than usual cookies?”
“Oh Twilight, get with the programme, jeez! They make you bigger, of course. Or at least, parts of you,” Pinkie added, winking.
“And… That’s something I should want?” Twilight said, still eyeing the cookies with suspicion. Even if they were generously filled with chunks of white and milk chocolate.
“Oh dear, oh dear. Are we that far from a Hyperquestria timeline? No worries, Pinkie’s here to steer us home!” She waved her hand at her friend, who was growing visibly more puzzled with every other word that Pinkie said.
“Now, Twi, don’t you worry about that. Just relax, think of something nice, and have a treat. On me.” Pinkie snatched up a cookie and bit into it, spilling crumbs everywhere. “Ooh, tasty and effective. You really can do anything when you put your mind to it, huh?”
Seeing Pinkie dig in, Twilight dipped her toes in the enchanted cookie dough. “How can a cookie be effective?”
“Simple, silly. How many cup sizes do you grow?” Pinkie laughed. “I thought you were such a wiz at numbers!”
“Cup sizes? You don’t mean…”
The cookie took effect before Twilight could finish her sentence, forcing a sharp gasp from the bookish woman as her breasts abruptly grew bigger, bulging her bra to pieces and eyeing the destruction of her top, too, as they went from nice handfuls to a set closer to dwarfing her own head with boobular mass.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Pinkie said, laughing with husky delight as her own tits followed suit. No painful bra-straps digging in for her; she knew what was coming and hefted her rapidly growing breasts with deft hands, not even bothering to repress her moan as her nipples grew fat and obscene, tenting her shirt before the size of her perky beach balls the fabric apart.
“B-by Celestia!” Twilight said, stumbling into the counter, flushed and squirming with every little touch of friction across her fat, sensitive boobs.
“Nah. By little, ol’ me. But we can fix the little.” She snatched another cookie and pushed the tray towards Twilight again. “I expected more, really. It’s a little disappointing, don’t you think?”
“Are you serious? We… we’re bustier than all of Ponyville! Combined, even! Rarity would struggle to fit a bra for your areola alone.”
“Oh, Twi. We’ve not even begun. But that’s alright, you’ll learn,” she said, smiling as she wolfed down another. “Sure you don’t want seconds? They’re good.”
Twilight’s cheeks burned so bright that any further escalation might make her collapse upon herself, like some kind of embarrassment black hole. That, or she just needed to cum really hard.
“I… I’m good,” she lied, looking away as Pinkie stripped off the remaining shreds of her top and continued with her skirt, evidently aiming for complete nudity without a single sign of bashfulness.
“Suit yourself. I’ll save you some for later.”
“I couldn’t possibly get any bigger than this…” Twilight said, trailing off. She had never even seen boobs this big, much less contemplated them hanging on her own chest—or on her friends, for that matter. How was she going to explain this or, indeed, get home without exposing herself?
Pinkie watched her internal debate with a knowing grin, uncommonly laconic as she kneaded her own far larger, and still slowly swelling, tits. As Twilight excused herself, stumbling over her words and hooves on her way to the door, Pinkie offered only a single parting comment:
“You’ll learn.”
The door to the bakery slammed shut. Pinkie was alone and undisturbed, the remaining expansion-laced cookies at her disposal. She rubbed her hands.
“Well. My boobs won’t knock this place down by themselves, will they? Might as well help myself…” She reached for a cookie, brought it up to her lips—and paused.
Pinkie laughed.
“Bet you’d like me to bite down, huh? Empty that whole tray, fill the whole bakery with my big, growing titties?” She flashed a grin, sly as a fox, as she addressed the empty room. Or rather…
“Yeah, you. You know who I’m talking to.” She winked, putting on a show of leaning over the bakery counter as her massive breasts squished between her arms. “I’m doing this for you, know! Give you a niiice, messy orgasm, reading about my growing tits. And maybe, in the process, cum a few times myself. Or a lot of times.”
Pinkie was openly rubbing her clit now, uncaring if anybody walked in on her. She knew they wouldn’t; not unless it was sexy enough.
“But if that is gonna happen, I’ll need more oomph. Beachballs? C’mon. That’s sad. My friends have started larger than that earlier in this series and didn’t even think anything of it. And I have to start in a timeline where Twilight got all flustered by growing such tiny titties? Tut tut. We’re gonna have to do so much better than that.”
She scarfed down another cookie and stepped into the center of the room (I’m gonna need the space!) with a jaunty sway of her hips.
“Now,” she said, and held her hands under her massive, shapely breasts. “Make me huge!”
