Megapone's Clop Drabbles

by Megapone

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Anthro, Comedy, Romance
Length: 89597

A series of snippets, each involving a particular fetish and/or characters.

A series of snippets, each involving a particular fetish and/or characters. Each is about 400-1000 words in length. If enough people like a particular idea, I might turn it into a full-length story/oneshot.

PS: If anyone wants to steal any of these ideas, feel free. Just let me know first, mmk?
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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-18 01:13:54 UTC

Newly Endowed [Twilight Sparkle] [Futa] [Hyper]

Twilight looked at the penis. Her penis.

The spell had done its work, all right. She’d been skeptical at first, but there, lying between her legs, was an honest-to-goodness stallionhood…although it was larger than any stallionhood she’d ever seen before, almost reaching the length and width of one of her legs.

She squeezed her legs closer together - not too much, just a few inches - and shivered in pleasure as she felt her newly grown testicles throb in response. They sat beneath her new cock, propping it up into the air with the tip starting to drip with pre, their own depths churning and roiling. With her leg muscles touching her new balls, Twilight could almost feel the cum sloshing inside, waiting to be spilt.

Her massive cock started to rise into the air, its veins throbbing and the head flaring wide. Twilight bit her lip, and - slowly, gently - placed her hoof on the tip.

An Unpleasant Surprise [Rarity] [Blueblood] [Futa] [Cock Stealing]

dick stealing

Blueblood grinned to himself as Rarity lingered by the doorway. Her tail was held high, right above her nice, firm flanks. Commoner she might be, but that rump was pure nobility. It seemed this “apology visit” Auntie had forced him into might turn into something good after all.

“Well, Your Lordship?” Rarity said, one manicured eyebrow raised. “Won’t you allow a poor, common mare to provide you some…entertainment?”

Blueblood could already feel his stallionhood at full mast beneath the table. It wasn’t a monstrous size, but he’d always been proud of the way his thick, meaty cock smacked against the sides of his legs as he walked - as well as the wide eyes of any less-endowed noble who happened to notice it. He eyed Rarity’s ass one more time, hardly willing to wait for the moment he’d get to plow her.

“I’ve never been unable to turn down the offer of a lady,” he sniffled. “Let’s see if your entertainment is, ah, worthwhile.” Rarity only smiled and disappeared into the bedroom beyond.

By the time he’d sauntered through the door, though a strange feeling was buzzing through Blueblood’s head. It wasn’t quite lust, nor pleasure. Something felt…wrong.

Rarity was on the bed, a pillow held invitingly over her lower body. As Blueblood watched hungrily, she slowly let her grip on the pillow slip.

“It’s certainly lovely to have you here,” she said, her eyelashes fluttering. The pillow slipped a little more, and Blueblood imagined her pussy, already wet and inviting. “It’s not often I get to - “

The pillow slipped a little more. Blueblood’s eyes were too fixated on Rarity’s crown jewel to even bother noticing the final flicker of magic around her horn.

“- host royalty.”

The pillow fell to the floor, revealing a fat, veined stallionhood standing at attention on Rarity’s lap. Blueblood’s eyes bulged.

“Disgusting!” he gasped. “Such deviancy - and to think I was about to - “ That buzzing feeling finally faded from his head, and he realized the absence of weight between his legs. He couldn’t feel his erection anymore, and it wasn’t just because of a boner-killer.

By the time he could glance down between his legs, Rarity was already at his side, her cock grinding into his flank. He found himself too frozen to resist her, his entire attention devoted to the bare spot on his crotch where his once-prized stallionhood had rested. The only thing there now was a winking, teasing set of pussy lips.

“Impossible,” he breathed.

“Oh, I think you’ll find that with the Element of Magic as a friend, quite a few things become possible,” Rarity purred. She’d positioned herself right at his rump, with her - his, his unconscious mind offered, which his conscious, arrogant mind immediately rejected - cock hotdogging his own asscheeks. As solidly built as he was, Prince Blueblood has always had a weakness for hors d’ouvres and fancy desserts, and so Rarity had quite the space to enjoy herself.

“I demand -” he began, but by then Rarity had already slipped her cock into his dripping pussy, his body betraying him as it oozed pleasure and simple need.

“Ooh,” he said, whimpering, ready to beg Rarity to fuck him.

Heating Up [Celestia] [Luna] [Macro]

celestia experiments with a dimension spell. every time she casts it, it takes her to a universe where Luna is bigger than the last. And Luna's in heat.

Celestia slowly opened her eyes, feeling the effects of the magic dissipate around her. Normally, she wouldn’t be one to test out experimental magic, but she’d dug it out of an old drawer after the New Year and couldn’t really think of a reason against giving it another go…

“So?” Luna asked. “Did it work?”

Celestia stared. She seemed to be standing in the exact same place she’d been in before: the middle of her bedroom, with Luna looking at her expectantly from the bed.

“It…would seem not,” Celestia said. “Odd.”

Luna dropped to the floor and shrugged. “A pity. I was wondering if you might find some use for that old magic…or at least some entertainment.” Her cheeks flushed red, and Celestia realized that Luna hadn’t had any…entertainment of her own since she’d returned from the Moon. Oh, no. She couldn’t be in heat…

Wait. Something was off. It took a moment for Celestia’s mind to catch up to speed, but it wasn’t long before she managed to put her hoof on it: Where before Luna had been near a head shorter than her, the two Princesses now looked eye-to-eye.

“Luna,” she said. “Did you just use some manner of shape-shifting spell? You look taller.”

Luna looked down at herself. “This is the same height I’ve always been, Tia. Why do you ask?”

“I…” So it had worked, then. Celestia inwardly congratulated herself. Then again…it was somewhat unnerving to be in a universe where Luna could look her in the eye. “Let’s see if it still works,” she said with a forced smile. “Just one more time.” And hopefully back to her home dimension.

Poof.

“One…more time? I…thought it didn’t work?”

Celestia blinked. She was still in her room, but Luna no longer stood in front of her. Now, instead, a mare nearly twice Celestia’s size lay back on her bed, her long legs draped over the sides.

Celestia’s cheeks flushed red even as her eyes widened. Luna had gotten even bigger - and her hoof was placed right over her nethers.

“Mmff…” the enormous Luna moaned, just under her breath. There was a sizable sag in Celestia’s mattress, just under where Luna had planted her massive flank. “Any…success?”

Celestia stared at Luna’s winking clit, its folds almost the size of her own Cutie Mark. “It…would seem so,” she said, mildly disturbed. This was getting strange - it was past time to return to her home dimension.

Poof.

Celestia had hoped to find herself back in her bedroom with a normal-sized, controllably horny Luna. But when she opened her eyes next, and found herself staring down a dripping pussy the size of her head and a room entirely full of Luna-bulk, she found she could only groan.

Time Off [Big Macintosh] [Muscle Growth] [Nipple Play]

Big Mac (Anthro) / Muscle Growth & Nipple PLay

Big Mac groaned as the shirt grew tighter around his chest. Just this morning, it’d been barely loose on him, but now he could see the outlines of his abs and chest muscles clearly through the fabric.

He grunted, his air supply being cut off by the tightening collar around his neck. Another stallion might have let his new muscles burst right through the fabric, but Macintosh was a practical stallion. He’d always been a larger pony than others, and he appreciated the value of a good large-sized shirt. So carefully, making sure not to snap the buttons off with his sausage-sized fingers, he opened the shirt up and let his massive chest breathe.

His pecs heaved as he sat back on his bed, his biceps swelling until his shirt sleeves seemed paper-thin. Every vein, every ripple of powerful, growing muscle was visible, but - thankfully, Mac thought with a sigh of relief - the seemed to have stopped for now. He liked this shirt.

He took a moment to adjust his posture to his new frame. He’d never had small pecs, but these new muscles jutted out from his chest like a bodybuilder’s. The only stallion he’d seen with a larger chest had been Bulk Biceps, and these put his to shame.

The muscles themselves weren’t the only thing that had gotten bigger. He looked down at his nipples and slowly ran a circle around them with a finger. His whole body shuddered at the touch, his nipples stiffening until they stood a good inch upright off of his already monstrous chest.

His fingers played with his nipples gently, softly rubbing, then flicking, then massaging their heads as his other hand slowly strayed down toward his crotch, where his powerful leg muscles stood ready to burst out of his pants.

Big Mac’s breathing became heavy, and not because of tight clothes. He closed his eyes and, for just a few moments, enjoyed the feel of his muscles rising and falling beneath his touch - not to mention another, more powerful muscle that had only just begun to grow.

Bigger and Sweeter [Pinkie] [Twilight] [Macro] [Growth] [Addictive Cum]

Macro Pinkie grows every time she has an orgasm. Equestria might try to stop her, until it turns out her marecum is addictive.

Pinkie shuddered with pleasure as the orgasm swept through her, her marecum spilling out over the bed. And this time, the bed shattered beneath her.

She moaned happily. “Oh, Gummy,” she said, Gummy himself stuck somewhere beneath her massive flank. “You have no clue how absolutely amazing this feels!”

Her hoof didn’t budge from her clit, which was now dripping in greater volume than ever before. Pinkie kept panting, kept rubbing as fast as she could, her entire body seeming to vibrate as it finished expanding.

Her body arched back again, and she let out a second cry. The floor beneath her growing flank creaked loudly as her head shot up toward the ceiling, her growing nethers exploding with marecum and her wide-spread legs stretching toward the sides of the room.

“So…good,” Pinkie said, panting.

“Pinkie!” The door slammed open, and Twilight Sparkle burst in through the door. Her eyes opened wide, and she backed up a few paces from the enormous pink pony. “Sweet Celestia, I knew I shouldn’t have given you that spell!”

“Mmff.” Pinkie’s eyes closed, and she bit her lip. “Mm…Twilight. I’m so…big…”

“Yes,” Twilight said. She took off from the floor and hovered next to Pinkie’s enormous face, her wings flapping slowly. “And that’s a problem! We need to get you back down to normal before you crush the bakery!”

Pinkie shuddered, her entire body shooting up a few inches. “Oh…but I’d love to be so big. Big enough to spread my fun all over Equestria. Mmff….” Her hoof kept rubbing her clit, and she began to hump the empty air.

“Pinkie, I need you to stop. I need you to - “

With a third and final cry, Pinkie came once again. Marecum splattered out all over the walls and ceiling, juices leaking and dripping over everything in sight - including Twilight, who stopped midword.

A single drop fell into Twilight’s open mouth, and her entire body shuddered.

When Pinkie came to, the sun was shining down on her, and the crushed remains of Sugar Cube Corner lay shattered beneath her block-sized flank. She heard a slurping from far below. When she looked down, she saw Twilight herself, eating out Pinkie’s preposterously-sized pussy as fast as she can. From what Pinkie could see, Twilight’s stomach had even started to sag from the amount of marecum she’d devoured - and Pinkie still felt ready for another go.

“Oh, yes, Twilight,” she moaned, envisioning herself growing to overshadow all of Equestria. “Just…like…that.”

Nothing Much [Shining Armor] [Big Mac] [Muscle Worship] [Cock Worship]

Shining Armor & Big Mac / Muscle & Cock Worship

Shining exhaled as his hands slowly traced down the sides of Mac’s chest. With each inch, he marveled at the power he felt beneath his fingers; with every breath Mac took, he could feel the muscle rippling beneath his fingers.

“You’re incredible,” he said, his legs straddling Big Mac’s. His cock throbbed, but for the moment, Shining was content to just feel the curvature of Mac’s body against his.

“I’m nothin’ much,” Big Mac grunted. “You’re captain of the whole Crystal army.”

“I’m a soldier, Mac.” Shining slowly traced a finger down Mac’s abs, savoring the touch of each muscle. “I’m lean. I’m a fighter. But you’ve worked every day of your life, and I’ve never seen anyone with so much incredible size.”

“Bulk Biceps - “

“ - is full of veins and ridiculous proportions. And besides,” Shining said, leaning forward and letting the tip of his cock brush against Mac’s much larger stallionhood. “You’re bigger in all the right places.”

Mac’s body stiffened. Shining felt his mouth tugging down into a frown.

“Look,” he said. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean. Ever. So take my word when I say that you - “

He bent over and planted a kiss on the tip of Macintosh’s tip. Big Mac tensed even more - and then relaxed, breathing out slowly as Shining’s hands slowly traced down his hips.

“ - are a massive, wonderful, beautiful hunk.”

He looked up to Big Mac’s eyes and offered a grin. Big Mac hesitated for a moment…

And then smiled right back.

Undressing [Braeburn] [Stripping] [Crossdressing] [Gay]

Stripper Bareburn, privately stripping for a stallion. It involves oral sex and ending in both being drench in cum, Anthro forms

“You like that,” Braeburn said. He fluttered his eyelashes and leaned in a little closer, letting his hands fall to his hips. “Don’t you?”

Full Steam’s breathing grew heavier. “Very much,” he grunted, his hands twitching. It was clear that it was taking all of his willpower to keep them from going straight to his crotch,

Braeburn grinned and blew him a kiss. “Oh, I’m sure.” That self-control wouldn’t last much longer. “And how about this?” His hands teased over his chest for a moment before sliding back down to his slender hips - and further. He slowly undid his pants, savoring each twitch of Full Steam’s eyes as he slid them down to the floor.

Inch by inch, the pants came off - at first revealing the tip of a frilled, pink pair of panties, and then a hardening bulge, and then a pair of smooth, perfect legs. Braeburn stepped out of the pantsleeves and moved toward Full Steam, his hips swaying with each sauntering step.

“You’d like to see what’s under these panties, I’d bet,” he said. He put his palms on Full Steam’s lap and bent over to look right in the larger stallion’s eyes. He moved in for the kill - lips brushing just against Steam’s ears, tongue flicking against the air just so. “Mm.”

“Mm,” Full Steam moaned. Braeburn’s hand had caught his bulging crotch, Full Steam’s hardening stallionhood growing hard to hide beneath the tenting fabric.

Braeburn smirked. “Oh, I think you do like it. Maybe you’ll even get to see.” His fingers moved to make soft circles around Full Steam’s crotch as Braeburn slid into his lap, his free hand trailing down Steam’s hairy chest. “Mmff. And once we get those clothes off, you hunk of a stallion…”

He slowly slid a finger between Steam’s pecs, down his abs, and right to the top of his hips. “I think I’ll like what I see, too.”

Macrophile Anonymous [Fluttershy] [Anon] [Macro] [Giantess] [Growth] [Sex]

Fluttershy grows from having sex. Anon and her get frisky?

“Ooh. Ooh. Right there. Oh!”

Anon grunted as he thrust up into Fluttershy, his dick harder than it’d ever been. Fluttershy, for her part, seemed to be more than enjoying herself. As for Anon, each thrust, each smack of Fluttershy’s body against his felt incredible.

His hands roved hungrily over her stomach, pulling her closer to his chest and pinching and teasing as she moaned. He nipped her ear, then her shoulder, and her whole body shuddered.

At first, he didn’t even notice that she’d gotten bigger. Ponies, while little, were heavy enough that a few pounds difference wasn’t enough to really notice. But within a few moments, that few pounds had grown into a few dozen, and a few centimeters into inches.

“Mmff,” Anon grunted. “Fluttershy, you’re…”

“Oh!” Fluttershy’s moans cut off. She looked down at herself, still impaled on Anon’s dick, and flushed. “Oh, my. I /am/ growing. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Anon stared as Fluttershy’s rear, which had previously been able to fit neatly on his lap, began to overflow. “It’s amazing.”

“But - “

Anon leaned over Fluttershy’s shoulder and kissed her, long and hard. Her mouth was bigger, and her grip on him seemed stronger as she tasted him. “Keep growing,” he growled playfully once she pulled back. “For me?”

She looked abashed for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” Fluttershy asked timidly. “Then what about - “

She pivoted on her side and pushed him to the mattress, her entire body pinning him down. One oversized hoof traced down his chest. She leaned over and breathed softly on his face.

“ - this?”

Anon moaned as Fluttershy rode him, her whole body grinding and twisting on his dick. His hands slid up and down her hips as she moaned in return, even when her hips began growing and her head began stretching above his. First an inch, then two, then a half a foot. And still, he fucked her, sweat streaming down his face as he watched her slowly tower above him.

“Mmff,” Fluttershy moaned, her growth petering out for a moment. By this time, she’d have been a full foot taller than Anon had she been standing on four legs; as it was, just looking up at her, it seemed like he was fucking Celestia herself. She leaned over and slowly brushed her lips over his - well, face. He savored the feeling of his mouth on his and held her head close.

“You’re so big,” he moaned as she nuzzled him.

“Mm,” she murmured, gently pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Not big enough.”

My Little Blueblood [Discord] [Blueblood] [Sex Slave/Mind Control] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Breasts] [Cum Inflation] [Growth]

discord hypnotizing prince blueblood to be his sex slave. discord uses his magic for a little fun time and gives the prince supple breasts. the more cum blueblood swallows the bigger his cock and breasts gets. includes a little bit of lactation from the nipples.

Discord smirked. “You’re enjoying this,” he teasted, “aren’t you, my little slave?”

“N-no,” Blueblood protested. In vain, of course. Some part of the little prince’s mind might have been resisting Discord’s little spell, but the rest of his body seemed more than happy to obey. Discord gave one of Blueblood’s breats a little squeeze; it was a D cup, easily, a thin stream of milk slowly trickling down to rest on Blueblood’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, nonsense,” Discord said. He prodded Blueblood’s lips with his own cock - two feet long if it was an inch, and wide enough that no pony’s mouth should have been able to fit it comfortably. Fortunately, physics had never been a problem for the Lord of Chaos. “If you weren’t enjoying yourself, then why would you do something so lovely as - oh, swallow each and every drop of my cum?”

He prodded again, and felt Blueblood’s final defenses crumble. Blueblood’s lips parted, and Discord slowly slid his cock inside. The prince’s warm mouth felt wonderful, smooth and soft and moist, but that wasn’t even the best part. Discord gave a few thrusts and grunts for show, his weighty balls smacking up against Blueblood’s chin, but had to only snap his fingers before the real fun began.

“I’m cumming,” he sang out - and did.

An ocean of cum blasted from Discord’s tip and directly into Blueblood’s throat. True to Discord’s words, Blueblood didn’t let a single drop leak or fall, instead gulping it all down greedily. He was like a little piggy, Discord reflected wryly, hungry for as much stallion - or draconequus, in this case - seed as he could get.

As gallons upon gallons of cum flooded Blueblood’s stomach, pushing his vest ever outward, a most peculiar thing began to happen. At some point, the size of his stomach stayed constant - despite the flood of cum still pouring down his throat from Discord’s neverending orgasm. Instead, Blueblood’s already oversized breasts began to swell, growing from D-cups to DDs, and then beyond, swelling past the size of soccer balls to watermelons. Discord shuddered with pleasure as Blueblood’s growing assets grew up and around his cock.

“Very good,” he said. He snapped his fingers a second time, and Blueblood’s cock began to swell - eight inches, ten inches, fourteen inches. “A reward, then, for being such a good slave.”

Blueblood’s body jerked, and suddenly a splat of cum blasted from his growing stallionhood - now a good sixteen inches, if not seventeen - and landed right on Discord’s face. Discord stuck his tongue out and slurped it all up, gulping it down eagerly.

“Mm, mm.” He grinned and pulled Blueblood’s lips closer to the base of his own cock. “And may you have many more to come.”

Bigger Than You [Rarity] [Rainbow Dash] [Muscle Growth]

Muscle growh with Rarity and Rainbow Dash, please. Rarity finds out she builds muscle instantly by workibg out. She loves it, but Dash gets more and more jealous as she gets bigger.

Rainbow Dash wiped the sweat off her forehead. “Whew.” She let her hands rest on her hips as she straightened up. Alright. Now that her stretch routine was over, it was time to -

“Yoo-hoo! Rainbow Dash! Am I doing this right?”

Dash took a second to swig down a gulp of water before jogging over. “What’s up, Rares?”

Rarity was at the rowing machine. She had her legs delicately crossed over one another, and her fingers perfectly positioned with her nails clearly away from the pull-bar. “I’ve been rowing for a full minute, but it just feels odd.”

“That’s cuz your technique’s all off,” Dash said, bending over. “See? You’ve gotta hold out your legs like this and then push off, hard. And you can’t hold your fingers away like that; you’ve got to grip the bar hard and hold it to your chest.”

“But - my manicure!”

“No buts.” Dash shook her head. “You wanted to get buff, right?”

“Get buff! I - nothing of the sort!” Rarity said. “I merely wanted to get more in-shape. But…you say these techniques will improve my form?”

“Gotta do it right if you want to get in shape.”

“Very well,” Rarity said, cautiously. “Thank you, Rainbow Dash.”

As Dash walked away, she failed entirely to notice the small bulges on Rarity’s arms and legs where previously slender limbs had been. It wasn’t a notable gain - two or three pounds of muscle at most - but it was a change. Rarity, for her part, failed to notice them entirely.

As she resumed her workout, though, some part of her mind registered that when she let her muscles relax, they stayed the same size as when they’d been curled. She just kept curling, the sweat on her forehead coming down less and less as her muscles grew and grew.

Soon, the training bra across her chest had grown much tighter, her chest having swelled with muscle as much as her abs had tightened and her hips firmed. Rarity nearly moaned as she made another pull - no proper lady would have done such a thing in public, of course, but it just felt so incredible to have that tightness stretching across what felt like her entire body. She imagined that this was what after-workout soreness felt like, but failed to realize that her workout wasn’t getting harder.

If anything, that same corner of her mind realized as she stood up from the bicep curling machine, it was getting easier - and she was getting bigger.

Just under an hour later, Dash was at the front desk, doing a final towel-off to wipe away any sweat still on her face. She was panting, but just barely. She’d had a good workout. She wondered how Rarity had done.

“Rainbow Dash?” Something thudded on the ground behind her, and she turned around with a smirk, tossing the towel over her shoulder.

“So,” Dash said, “how was your first day at - “

Then she saw Rarity’s straining shirt, saw the muscles rippling beneath the stretched, nearly-ripping sleeves. She saw the thick, corded muscle running down Rarity’s legs, the bulging spheres of Rarity’s tight flank pushing through her track pants. She saw Rarity’s bust, bulging almost to Fluttershy’s size…and then she realized that she was looking Rarity directly in the eye, when she normally should’ve been two or three inches taller.

“What the hay?” Dash nearly jumped. As it was, it felt like every hair on her body had stood on end. Rarity, the prissy little dressmaker who had been barely willing to risk breaking a nail now had Dash’s own physique - if not a little thicker physique, something deep in her gut noted enviously. “Rares, don’t tell me you took some bodybuilder’s potion off ‘em in the locker room!”

“What, this?” Rarity glanced down at her body, at the straining clothes, at the lean, hard muscle. “I thought that this was what one did when working out.”

“Not like that!” Dash said, sputtering. “Not that quickly! Holy crud, Rares. I - I…”

She was going to get to the bottom of this.

Big Girl on the Beach [Rainbow Dash] [Hyper Breasts] [Breast Growth]

Rainbow Dash Breast Expansion. Maybe of her in a bikini at a beach.

“Now this is more like it.” Dash grinned to herself as she plopped herself down on her beach chair and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes. “No Pinkie to distract me now. Just me, the sun, and six hours of no work in sight.” It was pretty clearly time - at least to her - to catch up on some valuable napping time.

From the second she’d walked onto the beach, though, Dash had been the center of attention. She was a slender, boyish mare in a lot of ways, but her slim, lean body had caught the attention of more than one stallion (and mare) around her. The skimpy bikini didn’t hurt either; while Dash had never had the biggest bust, the little thong and bra left very little to the imagination. Dash was particularly proud of that. She’d bought them at some trashy store in Manehatten purely to see the look on Rarity’s face when she put them on, and had never regretted it.

As Rainbow Dash left off to catch up on her Zs, though, a few of the more perverted onlookers noticed something happening - specifically to her bust.

With each rise of her chest, her breasts lifted a big higher into the air. With each fall of her chest, they hovered in the air, perhaps even jiggled a little - and completely failed to lower back down.

Only a pony with a sharp eye would have noticed at first, but after a few minutes, there was no mistaking it: Rainbow Dash’s bust was getting bigger. With each exhale, her chest swelled up a little bit bigger, soon leaving behind her A-cups and straining against her skimpy little bikini top with two mammaries that were rapidly approaching a C-cup.

She moaned softly in her sleep and squirmed slightly in place at the slightly heavier weight on her chest. Her two boobs jumped and jiggled slightly, then seemed to swell even larger in response.

Fluttershy herself was “only” a D-cup, but Rainbow Dash looked fit to surpass her in that regard - and she wasn’t even awake. A cocky grin fluttered across Dash’s sleeping face as she got herself comfortable, her back pushing up against the warm chair’s back as her growing breasts pushed down against her chest.

By now, the poor little bikini top was clearly working overtime, with Dash’s jugs having swollen to the size of small melons and stretching it nearly to the breaking point. More than one stallion on the beach was inconspicuously stroking the space under his bathing suit, and more than one pondered going over and trying to introduce himself to this wonderfully-chested mare.

All, however, settled for simply watching. At least they all had a good view.

Dash’s nap was finally interrupted when the bikini finally gave up on life and snapped with a loud twang. Her eyes shot open - only to have their sight blocked by what appeared to be two massive mounds of soft, blue flesh quivering on her chest. She hesitantly reached up to poke one and moaned as her sensitive breasts started jiggling wildly at her touch.

By the time she’d started to run her fingers over them, eyes still wide but soon clouded with lust, each and every stallion had given up on being inconspicuous. And the very thought of trying to re-cover her chest - of maintaining some sense of dignity over lust - never even crossed Rainbow Dash’s mind.

A Long Ride [Shining Armor] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Leaking]

Shining Armor squirmed in his seat.

The train was moving somewhere around twenty miles an hour, having just picked up speed after leaving the station. Outside the window, Shining could have seen the Canterlot countryside flying by, complete with sunny skies, golden fields, and snow-topped mountains in the distance.

Each bump of the train on the tracks, though, brought to mind another thing entirely. Shining winced again as he felt his seat jostle against a particularly sensitive part of his rump. It wasn’t a wince in pain - entirely the opposite, in fact.

On his lap, a prominent bulge was clearly visible rising through his pantleg. Big Macintosh may have been the biggest stallion Ponyville had ever seen, but if anyone had looked at Shining’s lap right then, they would have second-guessed even the big Apple’s superiority.

It was a long, thick bulge running from his crotch almost all the way to his knees. An unobservant pony would have thought at first glance that Shining just had a particularly thick left thigh, but here on the train, with the constant vibration setting his arousal alight, there was no mistaking the long, hard shaft pushing up against the fabric, and down against Shining’s leg.

Shining let out a short gasp as the train went over a bump in the rails, his crotch involuntarily flexing and then releasing. It was a moment before he realized his package had started to drool; it was only the wet spot underneath his hoof that tipped him off at all.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit,” he muttered, then blushed as he noticed a motherly-looking mare glaring at him from across the aisle. “Sorry, sorry.”

He reached down to his crotch to try and get an idea of the damage control - and then gasped as he felt his hoof brush against his balls. They were incredibly sensitive to the touch, and swollen to boot; he could feel them easily through the fabric, could almost feel his seed sloshing about inside.

Meanwhile, his cock continued drooling. Shining’s smile quickly became forced as he felt globs of pre soaking through his good officer’s pants, his stallionhood throbbing every few moments for good measure. He tried to prod one of his balls again and nearly moaned in pleasure, a new spurt of precum gushing out and drooling down the side of his leg as he struggled to keep himself - and his legs - together. By now, there was a fairly noticeable puddle on the floor beside his shoes. He shivered as he moved his foot to cover it with a loud squelch.

“Hey there,” he heard a voice say from behind his shoulder. Another stallion. “Looks like every other seat’s taken. Mind if I take this one?”

Shining nodded slowly, hardly trusting himself to speak.

Shit.

The Breast of Impressions [Trixie] [Blueblood] [Hyper Breasts] [Lactation] [Nipple Sucking] [Boobjob]

Hm, maybe Trixie and Blueblood, anthro, with Trixie having unrealistically large breasts?

“You like it when I do that, huh, Prince Charming?”

Blueblood could only moan as Trixie pressed her chest harder against his crotch. She sneered, squeezing her oversized breasts against his cock. Sure, he was a nice size - though she’d never say it out loud - but there wasn’t a single universe where his genitalia could ever compare to her incredible bust.

She gave a little moan over her own as she massaged the sides of her breasts, perfectly pitched to get him even more aroused. Admittedly, some part of it was in genuine lust - Blueblood might not be the worst lay in the world, but it was the massive, globular spheres of flesh she was squeezing that really set her world on fire.

Trixie had never known another pony to have as large breasts as she. Once, Twilight Sparkle had come close (though the little slut’s friends had had the nerve to tell Trixie that her bust was smaller), but a few potions from a local had fixed that right up. And now, she reflected smugly, squeezing a fist-sized nipple and feeling a steady stream of warm milk dripping down her arm, there was nopony in Equestria who could contest her.

“You little slut,” Blueblood panted out as she gave him a second to breathe. “It seems…nggh…that my time with you won’t be wasted after all.”

“Little slut?” Trixie asked, her sneer growing even larger. “Fuckboy, I’m the biggest slut you’re ever going to meet.” And in more ways than one, she added silently, hefting her watermelon-sized assets over his torso.

Blueblood shuddered in involuntarily pleasure, his cock spurting a bit of pre onto Trixie’s bust. She grinned and leaned over, slowly licking up a drop of cum, savoring the salty flavor.

“You like that, hm?” Blueblood grunted out, his impending orgasm clearly taking almost all of his attention. “Do you enjoy the taste of a prince?”

“Edible,” Trixie said, grinning. “But you’re going to enjoy my taste even more.” She pushed a nipple toward him. It was already leaking warm milk, the fluids dripping down and mixing with Blueblood’s splattered pre.

Blueblood eyed the oversized nipple warily. “Are you sure this is common practice among…commoners?”

“You accuse Trixie of lies?” Trixie said. She squeezed her tits together, moving them down until they’d reached the base of Blueblood’s cock - and then slowly moved them up, her milk and Blueblood’s pre provide ample lubrication for a titfuck. He seemed almost completely overwhelmed at the sheer size of her breasts, the pair together probably weighing half as much as she did. “Fine, then - you can take Trixie’s word that you’ll enjoy nothing more.”

Blueblood eyed her skeptically, but then took her nipple in his mouth. He moaned around it as she kept thrusting his cock through her bust, milk dripping out of the side of his mouth as his eyes fluttered.

Trixie just grinned. Who could have known that the Crown Prince of Equestria was such an utter slut? One thing was for certain, though - by the time he’d finished cumming, she’d have him entirely in the palm of her hand.

The Path Down the Mountain [Fluttershy] [Double Diamond] [Public Sex] [Exhibitionism]

Double Diamond and Fluttershy, public sex?

“Mmff,” Diamond grunted. “Mmff.”

Fluttershy let out a little squeak as Diamond thrust into her, his cock ramming against her vaginal walls. Her head lolled back - and then she noticed the crowd of ponies watching them, some disgusted, some curious, and others simply aroused. “Oh, my,” she said. “Everyone can see us!”

Diamond managed a grin and slid his hooves over her hips as he got into a more comfortable position. “Let them watch, ‘Shy. All they’re gonna see is that I’ve got - nnff - the best and sexiest marefriend in all of Equestria.”

“Ooh!” A shiver went up Fluttershy’s spine as the tip of Double Diamond’s stallionhood hit her g-spot. “Ooooh.”

“Mmff. Good and tight.” Diamond bit his lip and closed his eyes. He thrust into Fluttershy again and again, loving the feeling of his oozing pre already filling her pussy. “Think they’re enjoying this as much as we are?”

“Oh - “ Fluttershy gasped, watching one stallion’s hoof creeping toward his underside. “My goodness. I think they might be.”

Diamond stopped himself mid-thrust and bent over Fluttershy. “Not surprised at all. When you’ve got a Double Diamond as hard as me, everyone’s gonna want a chance to ride it.” He leaned over and kissed her stomach, slowly making his way up to her neck and then mouth as Fluttershy softly moaned, sill impaled and squirming on his cock.

“A horrendous display,” Fluttershy heard one mare say before trotting away. Somehow, the unkind words didn’t make her feel embarrassed; if anything, they only upped her arousal. The whole town had already seen her dripping around Double Diamond’s shaft; by Celestia, they were going to see her cum, and come loudly.

She moaned as Diamond hilted himself inside of her, plunging his dripping cock into her again and again. She watched the other stallions out of the corner of her eye, imagining each of them taking her as a fucktoy, forcing their cocks down her throat, jizzing on her one after another as they all used her up where everyone could see -

“Oh! Oh! Oh - “ Fluttershy’s back arched as she came, her sticky sweet juices flooding out of her pussy and onto the bench she’d been laying on. Double Diamond let out a cry too, his cock flaring inside of her and thick ropes of cum erupting from the tip to land inside of her before slowly draining out of her pussy with her own marecum.

Once she’d landed on her back again, panting like she’d just finished a marathon, she noticed that the stallions were still watching her. Some had given up any pretence of hiding their arousal and were simply sitting on the ground, their hooves on their chubbing erections.

She choose one and looked him directly in the eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly reached down and scooped up a hoof-full of mixed cum. She brought it up to her mouth and, without so much as a blink, slowly and sensually licked it off.

As the stallion’s orgasm started erupting jizz everywhere, Fluttershy smiled to herself. It hadn’t been so bad after all.

Sleeping With Sis [Ruby Pinch] [Pina Colada] [Foalcon] [Cum Inflation] [Sleep Molestation] [Hyper Balls] [Hyper Cock]

Ruby Pinch (Futa)/Pina Colada/Sleep Molestation/Cum Inflation/Futa/Incest/Foalcon

Ruby Pinch was sleepy. Her eyes were drooping closed, and every part of her body was aching and tired. But as much as she turned over in bed, she couldn’t sleep - she was too restless. Something kept her blood pumping, her thoughts spinning around till she felt dizzy. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the heavy weight slowly hardening between her legs, but her conscious mind didn’t really register it. She peered over the side of the bunkbed and saw Pina Colada sleeping on the bed below.

“Psst,” Ruby  whispered. “You up?”

With a thump, she landed on the floor of the bedroom. Her eyes still drooping, she prodded Colada on the shoulder, whispering “Psst.” This time, Colada just yawned and turned away in her sleep.

“Looks...comfy,” Ruby murmured to herself. She grunted as she grabbed hold of the side of the bed and hoisted herself up. Her package slapped against the side of the mattress as she climbed up, a few drops of a warm, milky liquid falling down to the ground.

Where her own mattress had felt lumpy and cold, Colada’s bed felt soft and warm. Ruby smiled to herself as she curled in next to her sister and wrapped her hoof around Colada’s tummy. At the same time, with a wet “schlip”, Ruby’s hardening stallionhood prodded up against the back of Colada’s fillyhood - and slipped inside.

Ruby had never thought much of her “special colt parts,” as Mommy had always called them. She’d played with them once or twice - the “penis,” as Daddy had called it, was fun to smack back and forth across her lap. She’d once asked Daddy why his penis was smaller than hers, and had never even gotten an answer, though he’d turned a funny shade of red when she’d asked. Still, she’d never really thought of her penis - or her balls, which each made a slight indentation in the mattress with their weight - as anything especially pleasurable.

That changed as soon as she entered Colada, as unwittingly as it may have been. Ruby gave a small gasp as the swollen head of her shaft pierced Pina Colada’s small mound, still dripping with precum all the while. Her balls swelled up at the first sign of a mate, preparing to fill Colada with Ruby’s seed.

Ruby grunted cutely, her hips thrusting upward purely on reflex - or perhaps sexual instinct. Colada moaned quietly in her sleep, her already tight pussy closing around Ruby’s massive stallionhood as her womb filled up with pre. Ruby thrust again and again, her innocent filly mind justifying it as simply trying to find someplace comfortable to sleep. After all, there was a heavy, warm, almost unpleasant weight between her legs, and it was making it hard to stay comfortable.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Some animalistic part of Ruby registered the oncoming orgasm, but the filly herself stayed ignorant. All she knew was that one moment, she was a little sweaty, biting her lip and squirming in her sister’s bed, and the next, she could feel a sensation of total relaxation and release spreading through her body as the package between her legs flexed and twitched.

Little Pina Colada barely noticed as her sister filled her up with cum. Her belly started to swell outward from all of the seed that Ruby was pumping into her, her distended stomach starting to rest on the sheets, heavy with all of the sloshing, warm cum inside. Some spilled back out through her fillyhood, covering the base of Ruby’s cock with her own seed.

Soon, Ruby’s distended balls back to a more manageable size, and her cock slowly softening once more. As the feeling of release slowly faded, to be replaced with a totally suffusing feeling of calm, she smiled in her sleep and wrapped one hoof tightly around her sister’s new squishy belly. Within seconds, she too was fast asleep.

Candy-Flavored [Caramel] [Pinkie Pie] [Applejack] [Hyper Balls] [Blowjob] [Candy-Flavored Cum]

Caramel x anyone - Hyper testicles, candy-flavored semen.

Caramel took a deep breath. Okay. So maybe he hadn’t been planning on taking over Pinkie Pie’s shift at Sugarcube Corner today. And maybe he didn’t know the first thing about running a bakery counter. And maybe he hadn’t really been prepared to do anything at all, given that mating season was in full swing and his balls had inflated so much that they dragged on the ground with every step and ached and slosh with every breath he took.

“Mm!” Pinkie Pie said from under the counter . “You taste good! Like, really good!”

“I thought you were supposed to be pretending that you weren’t here!” Caramel hissed, glancing down at Pinkie. “Everypony’s going to hear you!”

“But you taste so sweet!”

“Quiet!”

“Excuse me?”

Caramel quickly stood up straight and plastered a grin on his face. “Hi there, uh, Applejack. How’s it going?”

“Caramel?” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you work here?”

“Oh, I - oh,” Caramel almost moaned as Pinkie’s lips made contact with his member again. He could feel his pre already leaking out and presumably dribbling into Pinkie’s mouth. She was sucking greedily at his shaft, and it took every ounce of self-control to bring himself back to the present. “Mm. Uh. Yeah. Just started, actually.”

“Uh-huh,” Applejack said. “And what about Pinkie Pie? Ain’t she usually workin’ this time of day?”

“Pinkie Pie is - “ This time, Caramel did moan as Pinkie’s hooves made contact with his enormous, beanbag chair-sized balls. He could feel her massaging them, could feel what felt like an ocean of seed sloshing around inside of them. To his credit, he did manage a quick recovery.

“ - indisposed,” he slurred out as Pinkie’s lips got to the base of his cock. He could see her deepthroating him in his mind’s eye, taking every inch of his generous cock down her throat as she slobbered all over him, precum dripping from the corners of her mouth and down onto his massive, overproductive cum factories.

“Indisposed,” Applejack said flatly. At that point, Caramel felt the tip of his shaft hit the back of Pinkie’s throat and drew a long, shuddering gasp. “Sugarcube, what exactly is going on beneath that counter?”

“N-nothing,” Caramel stuttered. “Nothing at - “

And then his orgasm hit him like a freight train.

A massive glob of cum burst through the top of the countertop as his cock convulsed wildly, shattering the old wood and landing on Applejack’s face with a loud splat. Ropes and ropes of Caramel’s seed filled and soon covered his face, the room, and everything else in it.

A thick strand of cum landed in his open mouth as shocks of pleasure ran up his spine. On reflex, he closed his mouth, tasted, and slowly swallowed. It was sweet, like candy.

Actually it tasted exactly like candy. Caramel shuddered with pleasure as he took gulps and gulps of his own cum, his cock still throbbing and convulsing as he rode out the last throes of his orgasm.

Finally, Pinkie tumbled out from beneath the shattered counter, her belly protruding slightly from beneath her. “Mm!” she said. “Sugary!”

Neither Applejack nor Caramel were in much of a position to disagree.

Sex Toy [Rainbow Dash] [Twilight Sparkle] [Inflation] [Futa] [Balloon/Latex]

Rainbow Dash is transformed into a living inflable by Twilight to serve as a sex toy for her. And Twilight is cuntinously inflating RD larger while they do it.

“The hay?” Dash yelped. She stared down at her hooves, which squeaked as she rubbed them together. She could fast feel a sensation of immobility spreading through her body as a plastic shine covered her limbs. “What’s - mmff.”

“Just a little spell I found.” Twilight smirked to herself from behind Dash’s field of vision. Dash let out a muffled yelp, but found she couldn’t even turn her head anymore. Instead, her neck made an even more obnoxious squeaking noise every time she even tried.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Twilight said as she rounded Rainbow’s side. “I’ll undo it later. We’re just going to have a little fun right now.”

Rainbow’s eyes widened as she noticed something dark and heavy hanging between Twilight’s legs. “Mmff! Mmff!”

Twilight glanced down and giggled to herself. “Oh, yes. That’s another spell I’ve been meaning to try. And new magic is always better together…”

A purplish aura sprung up around Dash’s latex coat and lifted her into the air, her body squeaking all the while. Twilight plopped back onto her haunches, her rigid wings spread wide, as a long, thick stallionhood bobbed up between her legs. An equally large pair of purple testicles were nestled between her thighs, already dotted with small puddles of precum that had dripped from the tip of Twilight’s shaft.

Rainbow Dash squeaked again as Twilight’s member poked up against her latex pussy lips, Twilight’s lubricated head slowly rubbing against Dash’s inflated thighs. “Oh, don’t worry,” Twilight said with a sultry grin. “This won’t hurt. You’re a toy for me now, so in a way, you’re just doing exactly what you’re meant to do.

“But you might be,” Twilight grunted, suddenly screwing up her eyes as the head popped in with a loud schlick, “a bit - ack - tight!”

A purplish aura sprang up around her horn again as Dash’s latex pussy slowly pressed down against Twilight’s monstrous shaft. “But don’t worry,” Twilight went on, panting a bit. “We can - fix that!”

A strange, electric tingle ran through Rainbow Dash’s body - and then immediately, she started to feel incredibly, horribly full. She felt bloated, like she’d just eaten ten pies, scarfed a whole cake, and quaffed an entire barrel of cider to wash it down.

And, when she glanced down, her body seemed to resemble that sensation quite well. Her belly had swelled outward until it resembled a rounded balloon hanging below her chest. One look to either side, though, proved that her limbs had swollen up as well, stretching farther to either side of her - and rounding and bloating out quite generously, too.

“Mmff,” she grunted a final time, as her plastic pussy expanded with the rest of her, her marehood’s lips dripping a steady stream of alicorn precum even as more room cleared out inside of her.

“Ah,” Twilight said, moaning as her stallionhood finally pierced all the way through into Dash’s inflated marehood. “Now that’s much better.”

Flyin' Full [Soarin'] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Gratuitous Cum] [Masturbation] [Autofellatio]

Soarin sucking his own giant cock to keep it from growing too big to fly.

Soarin’ panted as another tremor shook his body. He’d been riding a pleasantly warm thermal down toward Ponyville, and it seemed that what felt good for his coat felt good for…other things as well.

He landed on a nearby cloud and immediately got to work. With every second that his stallionhood went unattended, it grew another few inches, adding pound after pound of heavy stallion meat to his figure. Pegasus ponies flew through magic, not physical wingpower, but there was definitely a limit to how much cock even a Wonderbolt could carry in flight.

Soarin’ moaned as the orgasm hit. One hoof ran up and down his monstrous, two-foot shaft, rubbing his bulging medial ring as hard as it could. The other massaged his enormous ballsack. At first, he could only imagine the oceans of hot, stallion cum that lay in their depths just waiting to burst out - and then, as the first wave hit his throat, he didn’t have to imagine.

He pulled his mouth off with a wet pop, sputtering as cum clogged his mouth and throat alike. Another pony might have tried to swallow it all, but Soarin’ knew that if he swallowed every drop of seed his overproductive balls made, let alone every gallon, he’d never even make it off the ground.

Most of the rest of the orgasm fell onto the cloud, changing it from a whispy to a - solidly - milky white. The rest of it either had landed in Soarin’s mane, or had fallen to the earth below to give some (un)lucky pony a warm, sticky shower. It looked like his “attention” had had some positive effect - his stallionhood was down to around sixteen inches along - still big, but manageable - while his ballsack was “just” the size of a pair of grapefruits. But Soarin’ didn’t take the time to bask in the afterglow. He could already feel his “emptied” balls swelling up again with seed, and he had a schedule to keep.

So he flew, as fast as he could, with the wind whipping at his two-foot package as it bobbed and bounced beneath him. Within two minutes, though, sweat was running down his face from exertion. He could almost hear his gargantuan balls, now the size of watermelons, churning with cum beneath him. He could feel the immense pressure of a growing ocean of cum lapping up against the confining volume of his already-enormous balls. Meanwhile, his two-foot cock hadn’t wasted a single second, and had already swollen up to three and a half feet, leaking more and more precum all the while.

Once again panting rapidly, he glanced around for a cloud. Nothing, nothing, nothing - but there! In the distance!

His wings flapped harder than they’d ever flapped before, struggling to keep him and his growing stallionhood in the air. In the final throes of desperation, Soarin’ flipped into the third position of the Dazzlin’ Diamond Dive - flying forward on his back, his belly up toward the sky. His wings somehow managed to propel him forward as he desperately sucked on his growing shaft, his hooves pumping at its sides like they’d never pumped before.

He came again and again, each time coming up for a gasp of air as a shower of precum burst from his tip. Each time, his package stopped growing for a little while, and sometimes even shrunk down a bit, but it was never long before he felt the pressure growing in his balls again, his shaft throbbing as more and more cum filled up his balls to bursting.

Luckily, he’d positioned himself such that the steady flood of precum actually pushed him forward a bit - and within another five seconds, he saw that he was actually nearly there. Come on, he told himself, grunting around his swelling and throbbing head, his jaw cracking around its impossible size. His incredible nuts must have been the size of beanbag chairs at this point, and were dragging him down at least an inch every second with their huge weight. His wings were working overtime, but - would he make it? Just a little further, he thought. Just a little longer.

“Aaahhh!” he cried out, hitting the cloud with a bump, a roll, and a final orgasm. A geyser of cum surged from his tip, actually pushing the cloud - luckily, a firmer, wider specimen than the last one - down a few inches in the air with its force. Soarin’ panted as his seed showered back down on him, his melon-sized nuts shuddering as they put out rope after rope of thick, warm spooge into the air, finally stopping in growth as well.

Soarin’ took a deep breath and glanced down at his package. “Welp,” he said, swallowing. “Let’s hope that’s over.”

His stallionhood twitched once, though in amusement or mercy, Soarin’ couldn’t possibly tell.

Mistress Cadance [Cadance] [Shining Armor] [Princess Celestia] [Macro] [Giantess] [Size Difference] [Growth] [Addiction] [Mind Control]

"Cadance can induce addiction in others. Her size is dependent on how many subjects adore her. Arcane addiction is infectious."

Celestia didn’t know what she’d been expecting when she’d opened the guest room door. Something sane, perhaps - like Cadance and Shining Armor lounging on the sofa, perhaps reading a book, or chatting, or even napping. They’d come a long way from the Crystal Empire, after all.

What she certainly hadn’t expected, though, was a veritable orgy of ponies spread throughout the room, nor Twilight Sparkle joining in. Celestia blinked, spotting Cadance lounging on the bed. Did Cadance suddenly look a bit larger, or was it her?

“Auntie!” Cadance said happily, springing up from the bed. Each other pony in the room looked up at her - quite literally, even in the stallions’ cases. Cadance had grown a good foot and a half, Celestia realized, until she was within inches of Celestia’s own height. She’d known that alicorns grew over time, but this was just ridiculous.

“Cadance,” Celestia said warily. “What’s going on here, exactly?”

Cadance waved a hoof and all of the other ponies - was that Luna’s butler over in the corner, and one of the Wonderbolts on the bed with Twilight? - went back to their fornication. “Just a bit of a party, auntie,” Cadance said, sauntering up to Celestia. An obviously lovestruck Shining Armor tailed her, along with an entourage of several other ponies so close that they nearly had to dodge Cadance’s oversized hooves. “I invited them.”

“As much as I appreciate the pursuit of pleasure of all kinds,” Celestia observed mildly, “I’m afraid I can’t really condone an orgy taking place in the guest suite of the castle. I’ll need you to - “

“Do not question our mistress!” Shining Armor barked. Beside his now much-larger wife, he looked positively like a puppy dog. Then again, the fanatic look in his eyes looked entirely too doglike for Celestia’s comfort. “She is the one above all of us!”

Celestia frowned down at him. Now, that was certainly out of character. “About that, dear,” she began. “Could you possibly enlighten me as to the reason of your apparent growth spurt?” It’s a bit disconcerting, she silently added, as Cadance smiled and looked her evenly in the eyes.

“Oh, it’s just a side effect,” she said. “Come here, Fleetfoot.”

Celestia watched as a light blue pegasus broke away from what looked to be a fivesome and slowly, bowleggedly, wobbled over to the three of them. “Yes, mistress?”

“You love me,” Cadance murmured. She leaned over, brushing her lips softly against Fleetfoot’s mane. “Don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, mistress!”

“How much!”

“With all of my heart!” Celestia could tell that Fleetfoot was about to start babbling. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone!” A chorus of voices popped up around her, each proclaiming their love and devotion to Cadance louder than the last.

Celestia watched - now more than somewhat unsteady - as Cadance moaned, her eyes fluttering and her back arching. She could actually hear the creaking of bone and muscle as Cadance started to grow, a light pink aura around her body flickering with each word of her devotees.

When Cadance finally opened her eyes, she was looking down at Celestia, her long elegant neck actually bending forward to peer down at her smaller aunt. “Mm,” she said, licking her lips. “That felt even better than the last one. I wonder how large I am now, auntie. Seven feet, perhaps?”

“Cadance,” Celestia said. She took a step backward, a glow of yellow flickering up around her horn. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going to get Luna and - “

“No,” Cadance said simply. Her louder, richer voice rang throughout the room and suddenly every face was looking at Celestia. The smile spread even further across Cadance’s face. “You’re going to stay here. With us.”

Before she could say a word, Celestia had been covered in a pile of pleading, worshipping ponies. “Worship the mistress,” they told her. “Love the mistress. Serve her. Adore her.”

And even as Celestia struggled to resist, she could feel a deep surge of adoration for Cadance in her mind, soon growing into an obsession and a deep, deep need to love her as much as she could. The last thing she saw before going fully under was Cadance, her niece moaning and holding a much smaller Shining to her crotch as she grew and grew and grew, her body growing taller and longer until her horn was nearly scratching the roof -

And then Celestia knew in soul that she loved Princess - no, Mistress - Cadance with all of her heart.

The End Didn't Cum [Nightmare Moon] [Twilight] [Applejack] [Rainbow Dash] [Rarity] [Hyper Balls] [Hyper Cock] [Gratuitous Precum] [Geographic-Sized Genitalia]

Nightmare Moon returns! As it turns out, however, she couldn't care less about taking control of Equestria, since she had been unable to get release during her one thousand years on the moon and her balls have swollen to an outright titanic size, easily surpassing her already tremendous cock. Celestia, however, is confident that her favorite, little student is capable of taking care of the problem with the aid of her friends. Somehow.

The end of the Summer Sun Celebration came not with a bang. It came not with a whimper.

In fact, at first, it didn’t come at all.

“One thousand years,” Twilight said woozily. “One thousand years.”

“Yee-ouch,” Applejack said, wincing. “Nelly, but that’s gotta hurt.”

An earth-shaking groan answered her sympathy, though whether it had come from the villainess they’d sworn to defeat, or the monstrous package currently dominating the landscape, none of them could say.

“So,” Twilight said. She licked her lips, sizing up the target. “Who wants to take the first shot?”

“On…that?” Rarity asked. She gulped audibly.

Another groan, and another earthquake. All six of the Elements looked up at the towering figure before them. If Nightmare Moon herself had returned at such a titanic size, she’d have had little trouble conquering Equestria. As it was, though, the two town-sized testicles overshadowing Ponyville seemed enough of a problem for anypony.

One thousand years of pent-up frustration and no release certainly hadn’t done Nightmare Moon’s sex life any favors. Year by year, century by century, her testicles had swollen and churned with unspent seed, her hyperactive sex drive pushing her body into overdrive with each decade that passed without so much as a fuckbuddy, or even a single jerkoff session.

Now, a pair of titanic balls bigger than even Canterlot Castle glared down at them, each one coated in thin black fur, each churning with seed more loudly than the Friendship Express. Twilight didn’t even want to imagine the literal oceans of spooge sloshing around in that ballsack - although, if their mission from Princess Celestia was any indication, she had a grim feeling that she’d be able to do more than just imagine them very soon.

“Okay, everypony,” Twilight said. “We need a plan. How about - “

“Nggh! Grah!”

“What in tarnation?” Applejack squinted up at the mountainous cum-spheres and gasped. “Rainbow Dash! What in the hay do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m - “ Dash grunted as she smacked into the side of Nightmare Moon’s enormous stallionhood. Even though it was dwarfed by the oceans of spooge sitting right beneath it, it was still an incredible size on its own. Easily as long as two ponies, and just as thick, it stood up proudly in the air, its veins throbbing and pulsing even as a steady river of precum poured from the massive, flared head. At the other end, a near-comatose Nightmare Moon thrashed and moaned with each of Rainbow’s impact, the monster-sized cock flaring and shooting off another lake-sized volley of pre whenever she made contact.

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity hollered. “That is not a proper plan!”

“Well, it’s - ngh - working!” Rainbow Dash took a moment away from her full-body-job to hover and scowl down at Rarity. “And I don’t see any of you doing anything to help!”

“Maybe it’s because we’re not sure if we should,” Rarity huffed. “Honestly, dear. An eruption from a stallionhood of that size would bring winter around a whole six months early!”

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Twilight said grimly. With a flash of purple light, she vanished from her place on the ground and reappeared beneath Rainbow Dash, standing on one of the titanic, churning balls. “Now, here’s what we’re going to do…”

Role Reversal [Rarity] [Rainbow Dash] [Fat] [Muscle Fetish] [Cunnilingus] [Feeding] [Anthro]

Rainbow Dash is fat. Rarity is muscular. They bang.

“Oh gosh, Rarity.” Rainbow Dash whimpered, her flab jiggling and shaking as she panted. “Keep going.”

“Mmff,” Rarity grunted. She dug in even deeper into Dash’s clit, her thick arms doing their best to push Dash’s tree-trunk-thick legs apart. Her well-practiced tongue ran up and down Rainbow’s pussy, twisting and lapping at her well-juiced walls until Dash cried out, her body shaking and convulsing as her orgasm rolled over her.

Dash let out a long, low groan. “Ugghh. That felt amazing.”

“Did it?” Rarity asked sweetly. She pulled away from Dash’s crotch and wiped her mouth, savoring the taste of Rainbow’s sticky sweet juices on her mouth. She slowly leaned forward over Dash’s flabby chest, loving the way her biceps curled and pressed against Rainbow’s fat as she slowly squeezed her way up the fatter mare’s front.

Rainbow Dash shivered. “Crap, Rares. You know how doing that gets me.”

“Doing what?” Rarity asked innocently. She trotted her fingers up Dash’s massive, protruding belly and gave her flabby breast a quick squeeze. Dash gasped, shuddering in pleasure again as Rarity pressed nuzzle against Dash’s, loving the way her melon-sized, iron-clad boobs squished and squeezed against Dash’s fat.

“Th-that,” Rainbow said. “Reminding me of how - ugh - how fucking fat I am.”

“But that’s what you are, darling.” Rarity fluttered her eyelashes and sat up on Dash’s chest. She ran her fingers down her own sides, making sure to flex her bulging six-pack, which stood in clear contrast to Rainbow’s own fat-filled body. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with reminding such a fat mare that she’s nothing but a pile of lard next to an - mm - thick, well-sculpted specimen such as myself.”

“Great,” Dash muttered. “Pile of lard? Now I’m horny *and* hungry.”

Rarity laughed and gave her a peck on the snout. “Cake?”

“Always.”

A light blue aura surrounded Rarity’s horn as she levitated a slice of chocolate cake over from the table where it’d been waiting patiently for Rainbow Dash’s summons. “You know,” she said, a shiver of pleasure going up her spine as she rocked her hips back and forth, letting a fold of Dash’s fat pleasure her own marehood, “we should do this more often.”

“Only if you - mmff - bring cake,” Dash grunted between bites. Rarity moaned to herself, her right hand’s fingers playing with her labia as her left slowly caressed Rainbow Dash’s fat, jiggling tits.

“For you?” Rarity said, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of chocolate frosting smearing Dash’s mouth and double chin. Privately, she wondered if she could bring enough cake to make it a triple chin. As heavily muscled as she was, it was always nice to have a contrast to buff one’s buff ego - and Dash seemed so absolutely willing to provide. “Mm. Always.”

Out In the Open [Thunderlane] [Neon Lights] [Big Mac] [Anal] [Threesome] [Cum Inflation] [Bukkake] [Exhibitionism] [Public Sex] [Crossdressing]

Thunderlane fuckong a crossdressing neon lights, cum inflation, bukakke, exhibitionism, and possible public gangbang?

“You little slut,” Thunderlane growled. He took hold of Neon Lights’ flanks and squeezed - hard. Neon let out a squeak, his tight little rear quivering as Thunderlane’s hooves roamed over his ass. His member, already hardening and stretching the dinky pair of bright pink panties he’d put on, betrayed his arousal even more than the moan that followed as Thunderlane knelt down and massaged his pink-frilled balls.

“You ready to get fucked, you little mare?” Thunderlane lifted a hoof and smacked Neon across the rump, leaving a bright red mark. He wasn’t at all quiet, either - more than one onlooker had already gathered around the sides of the courtyard, some watching like they wanted to run away, and others looking ready to join in.

“Yes,” Neon gasped, his cute little butt bouncing as he felt his growing cock slap against his stomach. “Fuck me, please! Make me your mare!”

In a quick motion, Thunderlane had Neon’s panties pushed to the side, leaving the mare-ified stallion’s ponut on clear display. He prodded Neon’s ass with his own throbbing, fifteen-inch member, which was already dripping with anticipation.

Neon let out a long, slow moan as Thunderlane penetrated his ripe asshole. His panties were already dripping with precum, a moderately sized puddle forming between his slender legs. Thunderlane, for his part, took it slow, his massive stallionhood slowly sliding in and out of Neon’s rear with a wet popping sound each time.

“You like feeling full, huh?” Thunderlane whispered into Neon’s ear. He had his hooves resting on the other stallion’s back, his neck craning forward until his lips were just barely brushing the back of Neon’s neck. “Mmff. Being full of all that fat stallion cock.” He let out a grunt as he felt his medial ring slide in, his cock already throbbing with anticipation of orgasm. “How’s it feel for you?”

“W-wonderful,” Neon panted, almost melting in pleasure. “Oh, Celestia. Rut me harder. Rut your mare!”

“They can all see you, you know,” Thunderlane said. He nibbled on Neon’s twitching ear, eliciting another moan. At least three of the ponies in the crowd around them had begun masturbating; all of the others that hadn’t left looked just about ready to give up and join them. “They can all see how much of a slutty, cock-loving filly you are. And that’s all you are, isn’t it?”

Neon’s head rolled back as his panties filled up with pre, a wet puddle spreading across them all the way to the back. With each thrust, Thunderlane’s massive, oversized balls slapped into his flanks, driving him crazy with imagining the filling he was about to receive. “Please,” he panted, biting his lip. “Fill me up. Make me full.”

Thunderlane opened his snout to respond - and then froze, feeling a prodding against his backside. Another stallion - Big Mac? he thought, recognizing the much larger stallion through his haze of arousal - had his own cock fully erect and pressed against Thunderlane’s own ass.

The second Big Mac’s head slipped through Thunderlane’s backdoor, all bets were off. Thunderlane let out a shout and a whinny as he came inside of Neon, cum flooding from his over-full balls into the girly stallion’s ass. Neon whined and stamped and squealed, loving every second as liters - no, gallons - of cum drained into his belly, stretching his stomach down toward the ground and sloshing with every twitch of pleasure.

“Nnff,” Thunderlane grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering as Big Mac came too. The larger stallion, though, didn’t keep his seed inside; as Thunderlane’s cum slowly leaked out of Neon’s panty-clad asshole, Big Mac’s horsecock shot rope after rope of thick, hot, white spooge into the air, drenching each of them. Thunderlane lifted his head up to the sky, loving how each sticky thread of cum felt as it slid down his face and sides, covering him in white.

Neon collapsed to the ground with a final moan, his overfilled stomach bouncing and sloshing as his legs went out from under him. The final dregs of Thunderlane’s orgasm slowly drained out from his ass as Thunderlane’s flared hear slid out of him with a pop, the rest of his body covered in a thick, creamy white.

Unlimited Power [Starlight Glimmer] [Twilight Sparkle] [Applejack] [Macro] [Giantess] [Fat] [Weight Gain] [Growth] [Inflation]

Starlight Glimmer starts absorbing cutie marks from her collection into herself with her magic. Aside from sexually stimulating her, it makes her grow abit taller and bigger, even growing wings to become an alicorn. Thinking that if she absorbs even more, she'll get even more powerful, she gets the rest of them, including the main six's, and absorbs them all as well. However, after this, instead of making her more powerful, it causes her to gain weight until she's practically helpless.

“You didn’t think that you could actually win, did you?” Starlight Glimmer sneered at the ponies gathered in front of her. Her horn was glowing, summoning up magic to unlock the Mark Vault behind her.

“You’re through,” Twilight Sparkle shouted. “Come quietly, and nopony has to get hurt!”

“Please,” Starlight snarled. “I have one more trick up my sleeve!” Her horn flashed blue.

Before any of the other ponies could react, every cover on the Mark Vault opened, the enchanted glass sliding open with a crash. Several of the ponies in the crowd looked hopeful, and most looked confused, but not a single one of the marks made its way back to its original owner. Instead, Starlight Glimmer chuckled to herself as a dozen or so flew down to surround her in a halo of flashing lights.

“None of you will ever get your Cutie Marks back,” Starlight growled. “Because I’m going to take all of them - forever!”

Twilight Sparkle threw a magical bolt at the same second that the last Cutie Mark was absorbed into Starlight’s coat - and gaped as it bounced off, falling harmlessly to the floor. Starlight glanced down at herself in disbelief, then lifted her head to the skies, cackling madly.

“I can feel it! I can feel their magic coursing through me! Make me stronger!”

The crowd watched in horror as Starlight began to grow - first, her legs and neck, and then the rest of her body, swelling in height and overall size until she stood at least as high as Celestia. Twilight Sparkle gaped as Starlight let out a roar of pain and pleasure, two lumps rising on her sides and erupting into a pair of alicorn wings. All throughout her transformation, Starlight’s laughter continued unabated.

“Oh, Celestia,” she said, her mad giggling finally petering out. “No - why should I swear by an inferior being? I’m bigger than her - stronger, too, I’ll bet.” She sneered down at Twilight, who now could barely even reach her shoulders. “And you thought that you were so special, you little alicorn bitch.”

“This - this can’t be possible,” Twilight sputtered.

“Oh, you’d better,” Starlight said. She suddenly moaned as a wave of pleasure rode through her, surging from the tips of her hooves all the way to her larger, powerful flanks. “Oh, my. Being big feels…good.” She shuddered, a few drops of marecum dripping from her giant marehood onto the ground.

“And if I’m this powerful just by absorbing a few paltry Cutie Marks,” she said, sneering down at the crowd, “then how big will I be when I absorb them all?”

“No!” Twilight hollered. “Stop her!”

But Starlight Glimmer only laughed as more and more Cutie Marks surged from their cases to land on - and be absorbed by - her body. A surge of magical energy exploded from her body, violently throwing each pony rushing her to the ground. “Yes,” she moaned, her chest swelling. “Bigger. Bigger!”

“No way,” Rainbow Dash breathed as Starlight Glimmer grew and grew, her head reaching an easy eight - no, ten - no, fifteen feet in height! “What the hay are we supposed to do to stop her?”

Twilight could only stare up at Starlight Glimmer’s growing form in horror. By now, the newborn alicorn was a good eighteen feet tall, her enormous hooves almost as big as a whole pony, and heavy enough to crush any one of them easily. Her horn had almost reached the top of the cavern, and Twilight was almost scared to think of how much raw magical power Starlight could use. Meanwhile, there was no easy distraction from the allure of Starlight’s massive, winking clit. More and more marecum dripped onto the ground beneath the giant mare, whose very growth seemed to be bringing her to orgasm.

“Wait,” Applejack said. She put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “Something’s happening.”

“Yeah, she’s getting even bigger! We’ve got to find a way to stop - “

“Look again.”

Twilight squinted. Then a grin spread across her face.

“Bigger!” Starlight roared, her very voice shaking the cavern floor. “Bigger! Make me bigger!” More and more Cutie Mark poured into her, their glows filling the cavern with light - but she didn’t seem to have noticed that she wasn’t growing any taller. instead, Twilight realized with growing glee, she seemed to be growing…sideways.

“Bigger,” Starlight panted, riding out her latest orgasm as her body twitched and convulsed. “Bigger. Bigger.” And it looked like she was getting her wish after all. Pockets of fat began to bubble up on her sides and on her belly, swelling in size and weight with each Cutie Mark she absorbed. Soon, she had a massive, two-ton belly that hung low between her legs. Sweat dripped down her second - and soon, third - chin as her tree-trunk legs struggled to keep her porky body aloft.

“Looks like she bit off more than she could chew,” Applejack said, smirking. Starlight seemed to have finally realized what was happening, an expression of horror dawning across her face as she shook her head back and forth.

“No,” she gasped, her jowls bouncing and the rest of her massive, fat body jiggling with the syllable. “This - this can’t be possible. I - ugh!”

And with an earth-shattering boom, her giant, fattened alicorn body crashed to the ground.

Growing Up [Apple Bloom] [Sweetie Belle] [Scootaloo] [Macro] [Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Hyper Breasts] [Nipple Fucking]

The CMC drink a potion that grows all of them into giants, turns Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle into hyper futas, gives Apple Bloom giant tits and makes all 3 of them super horny. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle begin to fuck Apple Blooms nipples which makes them (and esspecially their stallionhoods and breasts) grow even huger and makes them even hornier.

“Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom groaned. “I feel weird.”

Sweetie Belle took a step back. “You feel weird? You look weird! You’ve got to be a foot taller!”

“What was in that potion?” Scootaloo choked out, doubling over. As Sweetie Belle watched, Scootaloo started to grow herself, inching up until she was of a height with Apple Bloom. Her clothes ripped off in tatters, buttons and seams popping until she was completely in the nude. Sweetie soon found herself looking up at the other two power Crusaders, each six-foot-six if she were an inch.

“You guys are huge!” she said, gaping - and then stumbled, her vision going black for a second. Luckily, Scootaloo caught her just in time- but by the time  Sweetie Belle came to, she was looking down at her friend. That wasn’t the only change. She became suddenly aware of a heavy weight between her legs that she could feel growing heavier by the second.

“Whoa,” Scootaloo said. She hesitated, then put a hand on the massive stallionhood that had grown between Sweetie’s legs. “Wow. I’ve never seen one of these up-close before!”

Sweetie moaned at the touch, shooting up a few more inches. She must have been nearly eight feet tall by now, the tip of her horn nearly touching the ceiling. Scootaloo nearly jumped as a spurt of precum shot out of the tip, nearly drenching her mane. “Oh, wow. That looks really sensitive!”

“Girls, what’s goin’ on?” Apple Bloom moaned off in the corner. Both  Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo turned to see her, Sweetie Belle’s massive member smacking against her chest as two equally enormous testicles began to swell against her thighs. “I feel so…crowded.”

“You look crowded!” Scootaloo said, eyes wide. Sweetie might have been over eight feet now, with Scootaloo just a half a foot behind, but Apple Bloom looked to be nearly twice that! She had her knees curled up to her chest and her head bowed low - though it still scraped against the ceiling. That wasn’t even the most surprising part, though. Sweetie found her gaze drawn to the two gigantic boobs hanging from Apple Bloom’s chest, her three-foot stallionhood hardening against her stomach as she realized that either one was even bigger than her head.

“We gotta get her out of here!” Sweetie Belle said, glancing around the treehouse wildly - and let out a yelp as her growing body hit the ceiling. “Ouch!”

She rubbed her head. “Scootaloo! What do you - “

But Scootaloo was paying her no heed. The other filly had sprouted a stallionhood of her own, and currently had both hands grasped firmly around her throbbing cock as she humped Apple Bloom’s growing tits.

Sweetie Belle squeezed her eyes shut as both she and Apple Bloom started to grow again. “We’re gonna break through!”

Scootaloo had her first orgasm as the trio broke through the roof of the Crusader treehouse, her monstrous cock convulsing as she grew from eight to ten to fifteen feet! Ropes of thick, sticky cum shot up into the warm air, coming back down to drench the other two with a chorus of splats.

“Mmff,” Sweetie Belle moaned, slowly coming to. She just barely registered an immense feeling of pleasure centered around her lower body. It was only when she opened her eyes that she realized that she was standing in the wreckage of their clubhouse - and that the vast majority of it was covered by a pair of massive, yellow-furred spheres.

Apple Bloom groaned as she shifted her weight, the ground shaking under her. She’d fallen over, belly-first, with each one of her enormous boobs lounging out in front of her. Standing up, she would’ve been thirty feet tall; lying down, each of her gigantic boobs was just about half that. Her two massive nipples protruded proudly from each one, and it was one of those nipples that Apple Bloom found had swallowed up a good half of her new stallionhood.

“Oh, wow,” she murmured. She was just able to see over the top of Bloom’s breasts, having reached a peak of twenty feet tall herself. Some part of her wanted to imagine how Rarity would react, how tiny her sister would be next to her. Another part of her wondered how she might “play” with her “little” sister. The rest of her mind was lost in the bliss of feeling her member penetrate Apple Bloom’s carriage-sized nipple, her precum already flowing freely enough to act as lube.

She gave an experimental thrust, loving the way her massive nuts slapped against Bloom’s bust, sending the whole mass of flesh jiggling and shaking like an earthquake. Beside her, she could already see Scootaloo going wild on AB’s left boob. Though Scoots might’ve been a whole five feet shorter than Sweetie, and just barely half Bloom’s size, she more than made up for it with a cock that towered above her head, easily reaching Apple Bloom’s nipple as she plunged in and out of it with gusto.

Panting, Sweetie Belle pumped her hips once. Then again, and again, and again, the need to fuck burning inside of her like a wildfire, all three of them moaning - and growing - all the while.

Taking Power [Blueblood] [Celestia] [Luna] [Vore] [Weight Gain] [Fat]

Vore piece of Blueblood, already fat from eating and digesting the Mane Six, eating Celestia and Luna and digesting them, not realizing he's pretty much doomed Equestria...

“Blueblood,” Celestia said. “Would you happen to know where Princess Twilight’s gone?”

Blueblood smirked, his chubby cheeks folding in on themselves. His overstuffed tummy growled as he eyed Celestia’s curves, her belly, her wide-spanning flank. “I might,” he said. “But you’ll have to come closer.”

“Really, Prince Blueblood,” Celestia said, walking closer. “I’d prefer not to play any games with you today, so - “

Before she could even finish her sentence, Blueblood had snapped into action. His belly might’ve touched the ground and wobbled with his every step, and he might have had chins enough to put any sumo pony to shame, but somehow, that pony moved fast. Before Celestia knew it, he’d seized her in his hooves and slammed her against the wall, holding her captive with the weight of his gigantic belly.

“They’ve become fat,” Blueblood sneered. “Mine, specifically. And you’re about to join them, dear Auntie.” Though Celestia struggled, she was powerless to stop him as he lifted her up in the air and, in one, swift motion, shoved her head down his throat.

She twisted and turned, squirming in his throat as he slowly gulped her down. He felt his jaw widen to take in her shoulders, his belly growling even louder to make its excitement known at taking in this new, larger meal. He’d so loved the way each of those precious little Elements of Harmony had squirmed and shouted on the way down, tickling his throat as his belly prepared itself for each new occupant. He loved the way his fat arms and thighs jiggled as he sat back on his haunch with a powerful thud before forcing Celestia down even further.

He managed to get his mouth around her chest, gulping even more fiercely as her head reached the top of his stomach. His neck bulged obscenely around her front legs. Now that he’d gotten over this hurdle, though, the rest was going to be a piece of cake - and once he’d gotten the image of cake in his mind, his mission to add his larger aunt to his generous and growing curves became something more like a crusade.

He moaned as he felt her thighs slide between his gums like butter, gulping her down greedily as his belly expanded around the rest of her body. She finally slid down into his enormous stomach with a final squirm and a shout; by now, his gut protruded so far out from the rest of his body that it would have lifted him up a few inches into the air had he tried to get up off his fat flank. As it happened, though, he was more than content to just sit there, smacking his lips as his meal settled.

“Sister!”

Blueblood turned almost lazily to face the open door of his bedroom. A shocked, furious Princess Luna stood there, watching him with fiery eyes.

“Your sister?” he asked. He patted his formerly flabby stomach, which was now stretched tight over the soon-to-be-fat form of Princess Celestia. “Oh, she’s doing just fine.”

“Restore her, you fiend!” Luna charged at Blueblood, her horn crackling with a dark blue, nearly black light -

And Blueblood swung himself up and over his gigantic belly, tackling Luna to the floor with a crash. He grinned as he looked down at her, his fat little legs wobbling on either side of the massive stomach he’d used to pin her to the ground. She struggled, grunting and cursing, but it was no use.

In the blink of an eye, Blueblood had rocked himself forward and seized Luna by the shoulders. She came speeding back with a shriek on the rock-back, though any sounds of struggle were quickly muffled as he gulped her down even more quickly than he’d swallowed her sister.

When he was finally done with his meal - dessert, he joked to himself - he took in a deep breath and smiled. His enormous belly was stretched as tight as a drum, now protruding a good six feet out from the rest of his body. He groaned, feeling his stomach churn as it started to digest his incredible meal. He could already imagine turning the two great “Princesses” into his gut fat - or maybe, he mused with some foal-like amusement, his ass fat, able to remember their squirming struggles every time he shifted on his massive flank. He could only wonder how beautifully enormous he’d be when he was finished.

With a burp, two crowns flew out of his mouth. They each hit the ground with a clink: one, a golden tiara, and the other, a simple silver circlet. Blueblood held a hoof to his mouth sheepishly. He could already feel the post-stuffing drowsiness coming on.

As Blueblood snored, more and more beautiful fat slowly flowing out to fill out the rest of his already enormous figure, the rest of Equestria slowly looked up at the sky in wonder, confusion, and fear. Above the land, the Sun stood perfectly still; below it, the Moon waited for a dusk that would never come.

Six hours later, Blueblood wobbled to his feet, his enormous belly scraping along the floor as he walked, and waddled to find his next meal.

The Magic Word [Dusk Shine] [Twilight Sparkle] [Rarity] [Elusive] [R63] [Uncontrollable Orgasm] [Public Indecency] [Triggered Orgasm]

For the character Dusk Shine (R63 Twilight Sparkle). A spell goes horribly wrong and now every time anyone says a certain word he has an orgasm.

Don’t say it, Dusk chanted to himself. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t -

“ - so I thought we might go to that new magic show later.”

Before he even had the chance to think fuck, Dusk Shine felt his hindbody tense up, flex, and suddenly thrust downward. He moaned as his orgasm swept through him without a single note of warning, his stallionhood seizing up and spraying out rope after rope of thick, white cum all over the floor.

“What - “ Elusive paused and blinked at Dusk - or rather, at Dusk’s mess. “My goodness. Er. Dusk, my dear - should I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Nggh,” Dusk grunted, still pulling himself back together as the wave of pleasure receded from his body, leaving behind only a burning in his cheeks. He could still feel the cum dripping down to the carper, could feel his still-erect stallionhood slapping up against his belly as his balls slowly swelled up again. “I - no. Gosh, no. Elusive, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t…be?” Elusive raised an eyebrow, his eyes very obviously avoiding Dusk’s dripping shaft. “Is something wrong, then? If you don’t want to, we can still go to the magic - ”

Dusk let out a cry, his hips thrusting forward so hard that he felt his hindlegs buckle under him. He collapsed to the ground, biting his lips and breathing quickly as his balls emptied right beside the puddle of spooge he’d just left.

“Don’t,” he huffed, feeling the sticky puddle spreading out beneath him, “say…the word. Spell…gone wrong.”

“Oh, my stars.” Elusive quickly helped Dusk to his hooves. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. If you don’t want to go to the ma -” - he caught himself, a hoof flying to his muzzle before he smiled sheepishly - “to the, well, show, then I wouldn’t blame you.”

“But everypony else will be there.” Dusk took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be the only one who isn’t going. I can handle it.”

Elusive frowned slightly. “Well. If you’re sure.”

___________________________________________

“Welcome, everypony, to the magic show of the great, magical, and all-powerful Trevor!”

Dusk shook slightly as fireworks went off above the cart. He was biting his lip as hard as he could, struggling to stay still as two orgasms rode through him at quick succession. He could only be grateful that everypony else’s eyes seemed to be directed at the stage, rather than at the extended stallionhood between his legs, or the growing puddle of cum beneath it. He’d already cum seven times now, and was beginning to think that coming out here had been a bad idea. How the hay had Bubble Berry managed to use the word three times in a single subordinate clause?

“Behold! A magical feat for the ages!”

This time, Dusk couldn’t hold in his low moan as his cock throbbed and spurted, leaving a thick rope of cum still hanging from his cockslit. He could already feel his balls refilling, churning and sloshing with cum just waiting for the right word to set it free.

Maybe he should head back home after all.

“No mere unicorn could perform magic of that caliber!”

Ohh - fuck. That one felt even better than the last twelve combined. Dusk Shine bit his lip and glanced around, his hoof slowly going toward his underbelly. Maybe he could stand to stick around a little longer…

Sisters [Dinky Hooves] [Amethyst Star] [Foalcon] [Cum Inflation] [Impregnation] [Incest] [Futa]

Dinky Hooves (Futa)/Amethyst Star/Incest/Foalcon/Impregnation/Futa/Cum inflation (just a little resubmit)

“Is it time to play?”

Amethyst Star sighed. “No, Dinky. In a few minutes. I just need to finish this up.”

Dinky frowned. She was lying on her bed, her back hooves kicking up in the air and her head on her front legs. “But I wanna play now!”

Amethyst groaned and stepped back from her desk. “If I play with you now, will you stop whining and let me finish up my work?”

Dinky leaped to her hooves. “Ooh! Yes!”

Amethyst found a grin creeping across her face despite herself. Admittedly, it wasn’t entirely out of sisterly love. Or perhaps it was, though out of a different “love” entirely.

Between little Dinky’s legs, a thick, meaty stallionhood was starting to emerge from its sheath. Her balls - easily twice the size of any stallion’s Amethyst had dated - hung low beneath her cute little ponut. But it wasn’t Dinky’s backdoor that Amethyst was interested in tonight, though it had been fun to imagine introducing her little sister to the finer parts of buttplugs. No. Tonight, if Amethyst Star was going to get rutted, she wanted to be filled up with cum until she was ready to pop - and it looked like little Dinky was more than willing to provide.

“Alright, squirt,” Amethyst said. She could already feel herself getting wet, and took a step toward the bed. It took only a second to remove her reading glasses and set them back down on the desk. It took only a second more to step toward the bed, and even less to eye Dinky’s dangling - though quickly hardening cock - and imagining it filling her up with Dinky’s spooge - her foals.

Amethyst licked her lips and slowly pushed Dinky onto her back. She swept her hooves up onto the bed and pursed her lips as she aligned her dripping pussy with Dinky’s throbbing horsecock. Dinky offered no complaints when Amethyst finally speared herself on her sister’s shaft, starting with just the shaft, but soon enough sliding down to the medial ring. Her legs spread even wider to allow Dinky’s massive member to pierce her fully.

Amethyst let out a long groan as her hips hit Dinky’s. She could feel her little sister’s cock inside of her, filling her up. Dinky looked more than happy to be used however her big sister wanted. Her little hooves waggled up in the air beneath Amethyst’s flank, and her tongue dangled out of her mouth.

“Oo-oh!” Amethyst grunted, feeling Dinky’s hips suddenly thrusting into her. She could feel her sister’s cock suddenly bulging up inside of her, could see its outline through her stomach. She slowly patted it in awe, wondering how she could ever stand to have been with another stallion when all she had ever wanted was right here at home.

She started going up and down on her own, alternating squeezing Dinky’s cock with her inner walls and massaging Dinky’s churning, full balls with her hooves. She could already feel spurts of precum inside of her, dripping down her walls, collecting over her clit, as Dinky’s cock swelled, throbbed, stretching her even farther -

It was like a dam breaking. Dinky might have had an enormous package, but she possessed almost no self-control. Amethyst gasped suddenly as she felt her sister’s orgasm coming on, rope after rope of thick, warm cum flooding into her pussy - and then breaking through, filling up her womb with Dinky’s seed.

Her belly started to swell outward as Dinky squirmed and thrusted beneath her, flooding her with more and more filly spooge. Amethyst soon found herself lost in daydreams of foals, her massive belly filling up with her and Dinky’s children. One for each pint - no, she thought, wincing as her belly started to droop over her hips - gallon of cum that her little sister was pumping into her.

Finally, Dinky stopped thrusting. Amethyst collapsed to the bed next to her sister, the two of them panting heavily. Amethyst lifted Dinky’s hoof and placed it on her fat, cum-filled belly. She could feel her sister’s spooge sloshing around inside of her, and imagined that cum fertilizing her, filling her up with foals kicking and growing inside of her.

“Y’feel that?” she murmured sleepily. “Those’re our foals.”

Dinky just cuddled up to her warm, squishy belly and smiled. “Mm.”

Amethyst just smiled back, letting her other hoof rest on her belly as some excess cum started to leak out of her and onto the bed. Maybe she wouldn’t be getting any more work done tonight...but would that really be so bad?

Prince of Growth [Shining Armor] [Princess Cadance] [Macro] [Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Size Difference] [Worship]

Shining Armor successfully defends the Empire from Sombra and gets zapped by the Crystal Heart. He then becomes an Alicorn god and starts to go on an all growth power trip. Worship, tera-macro, hyper dick/ball growth, ascension to god hood, power trip, cum showers, and uninhabited planet fucking.

Shining Armor grunted, though whether with pain or pleasure, it was impossible to tell. Even as the final whisps of Sombra’s shadow disappeared, he could feel the energy of the Crystal Heart singing in his veins, pushing his body up, out, and up again.

“Shining!” Shining grit his teeth and glanced down. Cadance stood below him, somewhere between his front legs. “You’re huge!”

“I…nnggh.” Shining gave off a sound halfway between a grunt and a moan. His back arched as he soared up a few more feet. Already, he stood at a respectable height of twenty feet tall, and the tip of his horn would’ve been within just a dozen or so feet of the roof of the Crystal Pavilion had he been standing straight. As it was, Cadance still barely reached his knees.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “I hadn’t noticed. I - oooh.”

He surged up another half-dozen feet and teetered back, his weight suddenly shifting. His enormous hips hit the ground with an earth-shattering boom. It was then that Shining realized that his stallionhood had begun to poke out of its sheath, his balls already feeling heavy between his legs.

“So…big.” Before he even knew it, Cadance had her hooves on his balls. By now, Shining was approaching forty feet tall, and his churning testicles alone were nearing Cadance’s shoulders. “Shiney…this is amazing!”

“Mmff!” Shining let out a shout, and two loud rips echoed in the courtyard. When he opened his eyes, he could feel a new weight on his back. Two, to be exact.

“Wings,” he murmured, though given the new size of his lungs, even that came out as the volume of a near-shout. Two massive, alicorn wings twitched gently on his back. “And - oh, gosh, Cadance.”

“Mm,” Cadance moaned. She had arranged herself so that she was straddling his enormous cock, which by now was a good four feet taller than she was. She hugged it, her hooves failing to even reach all the way around it - and just for that alone, Shining’s new size suddenly became much more attractive to him.

He slowly leaned back, taking care not to squish any ponies underneath his hooves. But to be honest, caution was starting to get a little harder. His new size was intoxicating, and the power of the Crystal Heart had long since made it clear that it had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

“Gosh,” he huffed, looking down at the courtyard. “I feel so…huge. Powerful.”

“That’s because you are,” Cadance murmured, nuzzling his enormous cock. He wondered what she was feeling right now, wondered if she could feel the dozens of gallons of seed filling his balls as she licked and humped his stallionhood. “My giant, sexy hunk of a stallion.”

“Oh, Cadance,” Shining breathed. “You know it turns me on when you talk like that.”

And then Cadance - little tiny Cadance, suddenly no bigger than one of his hooves, looked up at him, met his gaze, and winked. He could hear what she was saying loud and clear.

Go wild, big boy.

When Shining came to, the Crystal Palace was nothing but wreckage beneath him. His growth had all but exploded him through the roof, and his dick was already twitching, oozing precum with the full, concentrated amount of growth and testosterone flowing through it. Part of him was ready to let loose -

and when Shining saw the pink bubble in the distance, and the shifting, pony-sized shapes inside, as well as the total lack of any little ponies beneath his enormous flanks -

he let the growth run free.

Guilty Pleasures [Octavia] [Weight Gain] [Fat] [Light Slob]

Simple WG of Octavia indulging in her secret love of gorging herself on huge amounts of sweets.

Octavia checked the front door. Locked. Good. That meant that Lyra wouldn’t stumble in without her hearing the key.

She checked the pantry. Good. Fully stocked and ready to go.

She checked the best thing last: her scale. Lyra sometimes used it when she started on a new diet kick, but Tavi had bought it for one thing and for one thing only: to see how much she’d gained after each one of her binges. She didn’t want to be fat, necessarily, but something about nearly doubling her weight through food turned her on more than anything else in the world.

A tub of sweets sat on the floor. It must have weight nearly as much as she did. She’d spent a month’s worth of saved salary on this - and it was going to be all worth it. She eyed it for a moment…and then she dumped the pile of sweets on the table, and got to work.

Octavia started with the taffy first. She moaned, almost orgasmically, as she chewed the soft, tangy candy. She swallowed the first one and patted her belly, smiling softly to herself. By the last taffy, she already felt a bit full - but she was more than ready to keep going.

Next came the jellybeans. And the candy corn. Octavia showed absolutely no subtlety or grace here, happy just to stuff her face with as much sweet candy as could fill her hooves. Right hoof: candy corn. Left hoof: jellybeans. Chew, chew, swallow. Another gulp. Another gulp. Breathe. She stuffed herself full of pounds and pounds of each until she felt sick, but still she ate on.

By the time she stopped to take a swig of water, she already had a slight paunch. She giggled to herself as she pressed down with a hoof, loving the tightness of her full belly. There was still more to come, though, and Tavi had never backed down from a challenge like this.

On and on she ate: licorice sliding down her throat, peanut-butter-chocolate fudge sticking to her cheeks and chest alike. She made her way through all types of cookies - chocolate chip, sugar, caramel-coated - and when she ran out of those, she resorted to shoveling a full gallon of ice cream down her throat. A lesser pony might’ve gotten brain freeze, but all Octavia cared to notice was the way her belly was filling out in front of her, her legs being forced apart as her distended stomach draped down further and further toward the floor.

She groaned as she reached the bottom of the ice-cream tub and leaned back in her chair. The tub, forgotten, sat on top of her rounded tummy, her massive stomach more than full and wide enough to support it. Her hooves reached out in front of her and, on reflex, started to knead her fat, tight belly like dough. She let out a soft grunt and then - without an ounce of self control - a long, low burp.

Tavi could feel the gases rushing out of her throat, could feel her belly churning with fat and sugar and yet more hunger than could possibly be sated. She smiled to herself and patted her the stomach, loving the way her hoof bounced off of it. She was huge. She was full. And she was still ready to eat. She wiped away a dripping trail of ice cream from her cheek, ignoring the lines of sugar and cream still sticky on her belly and hooves, and slowly shifted over to see the final pile of sweets.

Chocolate. Gorgeous, beautiful, chocolate.

Octavia tore through it like a madpony. She scarfed down chocolate bar after chocolate bar, scrounging and licking through every wrapper like a giant, fat pig, searching for any last scrape of chocolate that she could swallow before tossing it aside with the rest. She smeared chocolate across her face as she gorged herself, groaning with happiness as she felt her belly swelling and pushing down, and down, and down.

At long last, she reached the final chocolate bar. With a sudden, quiet reverence, she unwrapped it and carefully placed the plastic on the table. She held the chocolate up to the light, feeling its warmth on one sticky hoof as she rubbed her soft, happily gurgling belly with the other.

She ate it in a single bite, and her chair collapsed beneath her.

Octavia hit the floor less like a pony than a sponge, her fat round flesh absorbing most of the impact. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, and smiling in spite of herself. There was no chance that Lyra wouldn’t find herself like this, and with her massive, doubtlessly hundred-plus-pound belly weighing her down, there was almost no way she’d be able to weigh herself or even move to her bedroom to sleep it off. She doubted she’d even be able to walk this much weight off. But she’d finished the whole tub, and that was more than enough for her.

Slowly, her eyes closed, her full, gurgling tummy lulling her to sleep.

Upstaged [Trixie] [Hyper Cock] [Growth] [Hyper Balls] [Orgasm Denial] [Public Indecency] [Humiliation]

Some "cocky" unicorn stallion tries to upstage pre-s1 Trixie and loses. As punishment, she enlarges his junk to the point of immobility.

“You thought you could outperform the Great and Powerful Trixie?” Trixie sneered down at the colt who she had tied up on the stage in front of her. She harrumphed. “Not much to look at, are you?”

“Not now that I’ve messed up, I guess.” The stallion chuckled sheepishly. “I guess I look pretty silly now, don’t I?” So he was a self-deprecating one, then? That would make this more fun.

“Not,” Trixie said smugly. “This will help, though.”

“What do you - whoa!” The stallion let out a yelp as Trixie’s horn began to glow blue at the same time as his crotch. His shout turned into a long, slow moan, though, as his stallionhood began to perk up between his legs.

“Mmff,” the stallion moaned. “Hng. Hng.”

“There we go,” Trixie said. The stallion’s member was fully erect by now, standing tall at a respectable foot in length. He was biting his lip, clearly trying to resist the pleasure of her magic’s stimulation. “That’s a start.”

“What…are you doing?” he grunted.

Trixie feigned surprise. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said. “I’m helping you steal the show!”

The stallion leaned back and groaned again as Trixie’s magic surged brighter. Soon, the audience had no trouble seeing what was going on. Impossibly, but irrefutably, the stallion’s shaft was starting to grow in size, inch by inch.

It twitched beneath the touch of Trixie’s magic, reaching fourteen inches and passing eighteen soon after. The stallion panted and panted, his hips squirming as his cock reached a full two feet in length. It was clear by now that his arousal was driving him wild, but as he leaned forward, his mouth opening to take his now easily-reachable shaft into his mouth, a bright blue barrier erupted between his open muzzle and his dripping, throbbing shaft.

“Uh-oh,” Trixie sang out as the audience gasped. “Can’t have you getting release before Trixie allows it. Let’s see how big we can get you, first.”

The stallion’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as his stallionhood swelled and throbbed. A thick bulge emerged from the base, starting to move up toward the medial ring - and then stopped in place. Trixie grinned as her magic pushed the stallion’s orgasm right back down, denying him even the smallest of orgasms.

“Bigger,” she chanted. His cock was now three feet long - now, three and a half, a monstrous meaty python that stretched above his horn when fully erect. “Bigger,” she said again, and the stallion’s hips thrust madly forward as his cock more than doubled his height sitting down.

“Bigger,” she said a third time, and the stallion collapsed to the floor of the stage, pinned underneath the weight of his own package. Massive, cum-filled bulls churned between his legs, pushing them as far apart as they could possibly go. His cock, nearing eight feet tall by this point, was even wider across than he was, and almost certainly over twice his weight. He grunted; he groaned; he thrashed; he moaned. And then -

“Big enough?” Trixie asked, putting on her most innocent voice. Each pony in the audience watched closely as the enormous horsecock pulsed, twitched, and then stood perfectly still -

She couldn’t keep the massive, shit-eating grin off her face any longer. “Then by all means - let it all come out.”

Her magic winked out.

All The Way Through [Applejack] [Big Mac] [Troubleshoes] [All The Way Through] [Size Difference] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls]

Applejack gasped as she felt Troubleshoe’s cock poke against her backdoor. It was wide - almost half as wide as the hips it was trying to enter - but through some impossible kind of geometry, it finally slipped through.

Applejack melted around it. “Oh….geeze. Oh, geeze. Oh, Celestia I’m so full.”

Behind her, Troubleshoes looked sadly down at his stallionhood. It was fully erect, and bigger than any package that either Applejack or Big Mac - who was standing on AJ’s other side, his eyes wider and his cock harder than ever before in his life - had ever seen. “FIllin’ up a mare with just the head. Just mah luck.”

Applejack’s eyes widened. “That’s… You tryin’ to say that’s just the head?”

“Yup,” Troubleshoes said glumly. “Looks like that’s gonna be it for - “

“Now, don’t you talk crazy-like!” Applejack grunted around the enormous horsecock filling her and turned her head around to look the much larger stallion in the eye. “You’re gonna fill me up good with that thing, and you’re gonna do it all the way!”

“All the way?” Troubleshoes said. He blinked slowly.

“All the way! Ain’t that right, Mac?”

“Y-yup! Eeyup!” Big Mac nodded frantically. One of his hooves was already rubbing his own stallionhood fervently. Two feet long if it were an inch, “Big Red” stretched all the way from his dangling, grapefruit-sized balls to near the bottom of his chest. But Troubleshoes was something else. He already stood near two feet taller than Mac - already an oddity in Equestria - and his massive, pre-dripping shaft stuck out in front of him by a good thirteen inches.

Applejack grunted as she forced herself back a little more. Somehow, impossibly, her ass opened up even wider, allowing the last of the head to slip inside of her.

“Better,” she grunted, sweat rolling down her forehead. “But I need more.”

“M-more?” Troubleshoes said. He suddenly looked worried.

“More!” Applejack barked. “Don’t care how, don’t care why - just do it!”

On command, Troubleshoes got busy, and he got busy fast. With a single thrust of his enormous hips, he shoved the rest of his cock inside of Applejack. AJ groaned and moaned and squirmed as he speared her on his shaft, the medial ring squeezing its way inside of her and bulging her stomach and chest out obscenely as it rudely pushed its way past her internal organs - and then went completely silent.

Big Mac stared, paralyzed and nearly stark-white, as the meaty, oozing tip of Troubleshoes’ cock twitched from between Applejack’s jaws. Applejack let out a short, gasping whine, but Troubleshoes didn’t seem horrified. Only sad.

“Another pony too small for ol’ Troubleshoes,” he said. He turned to the side, Applejack’s speared body lifting off the floor and swinging with his massive stallionhood as it slapped against the insides of his legs. He frowned sadly. “Looks like my cocktip’s gonna go cold and pent-up again.”

Big Mac saw his sister speared on another stallion’s rod like last night’s kebabs. He saw what looked to be easily pints of precum already dribbling out of Troubleshoe’s throbbing cock. He saw his sister’s bulging belly, stretched out to its limits just by the size of the shaft it contained.

Lil’ Big Macintosh saw the chance of a liftetime, and took it.

Without even taking a moment to hesitate, he lurched forward and kissed Applejack right on the muzzle. She moaned, a low, vibrating sound as their lips met - and Mac moaned in return as he felt Troubleshoe’s massive flare enter his mouth and poke the back of his throat. The two mashed their lips together, Big Mac loving his sister’s taste almost as much as he loved the taste of Troubleshoe’s cock. He went back and forth, pulling away from Applejack’s lips with a wet pop, though whether it was from saliva or Troubleshoe’s pre it was impossible to tell. Then he dove right back in, kissing and pulling back, attacking and retreating, choking and breathing.

Troubleshoes just gasped, held a hoof to his mouth, and -

Came.

Fair and Square [Applejack] [Big Mac] [Muscle Growth] [Breast Expansion] [Growth]

What about a muscle growth story where Applejack has an armwrestling contest with an overconfident Big Mac? The winner of each round gets a substantal bonus to all physical attributes. Big Mac loses the first round by accident and it all snowballs from there.

“You ready for this?” Applejack asked, smirking. She clasped Big Mac’s hand in hers, real tight.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac grinned back. There was only one word for the expression on his face, Applejack noted with a frown: smug.

Well, she wasn’t about to lose, she told herself. One round. That’s all she needed. “On my mark,” she said. “One.”

Big Mac’s arm tensed. Applejack eyed his bulging biceps warily.

“Two,” she said, and readied her own arm. “ - Three!”

Applejack’s arm suddenly felt like it was pushing against a train. It took every ounce of her will not to let it crash to the table instantly. As it was, Big Mac was almost easily able to force her arm down a few inches - not all the way to the table, but maybe a good third. She grit her teeth and pushed harder. She wasn’t about to give in now. One round.

“Give up?” Mac drawled. Applejack eyed the bulging muscles on his chest, his melon-sized biceps.

“Not a chance,” she snarled. Mac grinned, readied his grip, and -

“Yo, Mac!”

That was her window. For just a second, Mac’s grasp weakened - and Applejack reacted without a second of hesitation. Mac’s fist crashed to the table.

Big Mac looked down at his downed fist with shock and betrayal. Meanwhile, Dash finished jogging up to the table. “Hey guys,” she said. “What’s - “

“Whoa nelly!” Applejack closed her eyes and bit her lip, already feeling the magic take over. She’d been wary about testing out Twi’s new spell, but once Mac had suggested trying it out under certain conditions, she’d been rarin’ to go. And from the feeling burning in her gut right now, she’d been right to do it.

“Mmff,” she moaned, feeling her body bulge and swell. She tensed up an arm, watching the bicep flex, and grinned when she relaxed it and saw the muscle stay the same size. “Come to mama.”

“Y’can’t do that,” Mac said. His eyes were wide. “Y’all can’t win like that.”

“I already have,” Applejack said. She let out another groan of pleasure as her chest swelled, her breasts pushing outward until the buttons of her shirt were straining to stay together. Each one would’ve easily been matched a small melon in size, and she loved the way the fabric rubbed against her chest and arms as she grew.

She reached up in the air and stretched. She could feel her hands staying level in the air even after she stopped, could feel her triceps and core staying hard even after she relaxed them. She could feel her pants tightening around her legs, each inch of her thick, sculpted thighs bulging through the denim.

At last, the growth left her. She lurched forward, her elbow hitting the table with a crash. Every inch of her clothing had been stretched to its limit, her bulging muscles bigger and stronger than on any pony she’d ever seen. Applejack smirked, looking a few inches down toward her “big brother.”

“So, Little Macintosh,” she said, her smirk widening. “How’s about round two?”

The Perfect Model [Fleur] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Futa] [Exhibitionism]

More exhibition, this time with hyper futa Fleur-de-Lis as a runway model?

“And, ladies and gentlecolts - here’s Madame Fleur-de-Lis, the mare of the season!”

Fleur took a deep breath, put on her biggest smile, and walked past the curtain.

At once, every eye was on her. How could they not be? The dress she was wearing highlighted her every curve, clinging to her flank like dew, concealing everything and hiding nothing. It was of lovely make, to be sure, and the designer would likely wind up with a slew of orders after tonight. But nopony came to Fancy’s shows just for the clothing. They came for Fleur.

No matter what, every piece she modeled had its centerpiece: the fat, throbbing horsecock hanging between her legs. She loved the feel of the cool air on it, loved the way it slapped against her thighs with every step. She’d never accepted a modeling job that would have hid her magnificent member; right next to her lithe, shapely ass, it was her finest attribute. She wanted to show it off to the world.

She could feel their stares on her - or rather, on her package - as she made her way to the end of the runway. Her massive, watermelon-sized balls swayed between her legs with every step. The fabric of the dress fell over her taint like a wisp of air, coming to rest on the musky surface of her ballsack. She could already feel her balls filling up with cum as her shaft reached its full length of two feet.

She had to stifle a giggle. It looked like all the attention she was getting was turning her on. Unsurprising, really - she didn’t doubt that at least one or two stallions in the audience were already masturbating, unsure of whether they had her dick, or had her dick inside of them. Meanwhile, the trio of pegasi Fleur saw out of the corner of her eye seemed not to have had to think at all; each one was masturbating furiously, rubbing at her clit with a hoof that would always be woefully inadequate next to Fleur’s enormous stallionhood.

And then Fleur stood at the end of the runway, her body exposed for all to see. Rather than hiding her, the dress flowed around her, accentuating her every curve. She loved how hard her cock was, how she could feel it pulsing and throbbing with every beat of her heart. Her balls felt twice as heavy as when she’d stepped on stage, and while she hoped she wouldn’t start drooling precum all over the floor, she had to admit that it would have been incredibly arousing to lose control in front of all these ponies.

She crossed her forelegs, adopting a stance that pushed her swaying package as far forward as she could muster. She met the gaze of a stallion in the audience - he was biting his lip, his two hooves all but stapled to the sides of his chair as his drooling stallionhood ruined his good corduroy pants - and winked.

As the stallion’s cock slowly oozed thick ropes of cum through his pants, Fleur lifted her snout, turned around, and - lifting her tail so that the entire crowd could see the fat, full ballsack hanging there - made her way back to the curtain.

The crowd went wild.

Big Blueblood [Blueblood] [Weight Gain] [Fat] [Anthro] [Hyper Cock] [Cock Growth]

Prompt: Have blueblood eat cursed food that only makes him hungry for more. The more he eats that fatter and hornier he gets, only stopping to eat to cum every so often from his growing horse cock. A fat and horny anthro with some pretty big moobs.

Blueblood eyed the table appraisingly. “Oho,” he said. “Looks like Auntie Celestia’s forgotten some leftovers.” Princess Celestia’s monthly “binges” were infamous throughout Canterlot, and much of the city considered it a great spectacle when it happened. The sheer amount of food she consumed even outside of her monthly “celebrations” would have still left a normal pony somewhat unsteady on their hooves.

But where had this bounty come from? Blueblood glanced over his shoulder. The table was positively groaning with food, piled high with every kind of delicacy, sweet, and - his snout wrinkled - common pony fare. In any case, it seemed odd that his aunt would leave such a grand amount of food out for anypony to take.

He reached out a hand, his eyes set on a chocolate eclair sitting alone by the edge. Surely she wouldn’t miss one little pastry. Still looking over his shoulder, he raised it to his mouth - almost groaning as the scent of chocolate and fresh cream wafted through his nostrils - and bit down.

From the second that the cream hit his tongue, Blueblood didn’t stand a chance.

Starving ponies often describe a sensation of gnawing, desperate hunger at the bottom of their bellies. It’d be a subtle, burning pain in their gut, a tiny voice crying out for help.

As soon as that eclair hit Blueblood’s stomach, his gut was an all-consuming, raging inferno of hunger and need. Before he knew it, he’d already picked up another eclair and stuffed it in his mouth. Then another, and another. Soon enough, he was shoving eclair after eclair down his throat without so much as chewing. The last two pastries disappeared together into his gut, which was now bulging an inch or so outward and gurgling softly.

“Unh,” Blueblood grunted, taking a moment to rub his gut. As his stomach gurgled, digesting its sweet treats, his hand drifted downward to his crotch, where his stallionhood was slowly starting to harden against his dress pants. For some reason, even after eating all that, he still felt hungry.

No. Not just hungry. Starving.

In the blink of an eye, he’d plunged his hand into a pile of cookies - chocolate-chip, peanut butter, sugar, he didn’t care, so long as it was food - and started shoving them into his mouth. It was astounding in its regularity; his hands moved down, picked up cookies, and shoved them down his throat so quickly that he barely had the chance to chew. All the while, his belly swelled against his dress shirt, his buttons straining to contain his burgeoning gut. His crotch was even slightly damp, pre leaking from his hardening horsecock as it reached its full length of twelve inches - and kept growing.

When the cookies had left nothing behind beside a plate full of crumbs, Blueblood just dumped the crumbs into his mouth, tossed it aside, and moved onto the next dish.

This one was nothing more than a bowl full of whipped cream, but Blueblood had officially given up on any semblance of dignity or proper sensibility at this point. Without even bothering to roll up his sleeves, he just stuck both hands into the bowl and started pulling gulping down enormous handfuls of cream, smearing some across his snout and chin as he went.

That chin was starting to become a double chin, with all of the fat he’d digested from his previous meals going straight from his belly to the rest of his body. Though that wasn’t to say that his belly had been forgotten - oh, no. If anything, it was now his proudest feature, bulging obscenely through his shirt, his buttons holding on for dear life, but knowing that they were fighting a losing war.

Speaking of bulging obscenely, Blueblood’s cock had now grown enough that is was hard to tell how much of his overstuffed pantleg was his left leg, and how much was his throbbing, shuddering member. Every time he swallowed another pint of whipped cream, his stallionhood spasmed and let out a good amount of his own “cream” to drip down his leg, collecting in a puddle on the floor.

By the time Blueblood finished the whipped cream - not even taking a second to catch his breath - and moved onto the pile of two-dozen tartes aux pommes, his entire set of clothing was fixing for a ripping. Each gulp of sweet pie filling brought his shirt a little closer to ripping, or his pants a little closer to splitting apart. Even the inseam covering his fat, growing cock had been stretched beyond its limits, a straight glance easily revealing the thick, veined stallonhood throbbing underneath. It was a race: Which part of his outfit would break first?

As Blueblood finished his third apple pie, the world got its answer: Every part.

No sooner had the giant-sized bite of the apple pie (i.e., all of it) reached his stomach than every element of clothing on Blueblood’s body met an unpleasant end. His every shirt button went flying off into the air to clatter against the wall, his collar ripping to make room for his fat, flabby shoulders. His pants-button finally gave up as well, popping off with an even more violent sound and letting his gigantic gut sag completely over his thighs, the shockwave of movement sending waves and jiggles through his jellylike, fat-filled belly.

His left pantleg finally lost the good fight as well, the entire seam ripping in half and letting his package spring up to full attention. Now three feet long if it was an inch, Blueblood’s massive member drooled a steady stream of precum down its shaft, his melon-sized balls more than happy to supply it with enough “cream” to keep Blueblood’s arousal high.

From the second it landed between Blueblood’s fat, sagging man-tits, though, steadily titfucking itself as he pumped his hips with each new gulp of pie, the leaking stopped - and the tension began. Blueblood sweated as he felt the orgasm building at the base of his shaft, but that didn’t stop him from shoving another pie down his throat. He loved the way his gigantic, doughlike belly molded itself around his rock-hard cock, loved the way his double - no, triple - chins bounced and jiggled whenever he swallowed another beautiful helping of fruit, sugar, and pastry. The orgasm kept building, drawing his balls in toward his body as his shaft swelled and throbbed.

Finally, Blueblood stopped in place, holding the last two pies in either hand - and moaned as the orgasm swept through him like nothing he’d ever felt before. Rope after rope of thick, warm seed shot from his tip, covering the floor and splattering the ceiling. He could feel his balls churning, could feel his stomach jiggling as his spasming cock thumped against it.

And then he came for the last time, and the pies were already on their way down into his stomach.

The Fall of Canterlot [Chrysalis] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Gratuitous Cum] [Addictive Cum] [Cock Growth] [Explosive Orgasm]

Hyper/futa chrysalis at the canterlot wedding. It turns out she can steal love from ponies by contact with her cum. The more love she absorbs, the bigger Chrysalis and her productive balls get. It's a perfect day for the changelings as canterlot is flooded by chrysalis's cum.

“More love!” Chrysalis shouted, panting. “More, more, more!”

Her changelings were more than happy to oblige. The rest of the ponies filling the chamber started to scream as Chrysalis’s entourage picked them up and flung them onto the growing puddle of splooge on the floor. The screams stopped as soon as they began, though, turning to moans as the guests started to slurp hungrily at the pool of cum.

Chrysalis just groaned in pleasure, her magic absorbing more and more love as the lust-driven ponies humped, made out, and orgasmed in her growing love-puddle. “More,” she moaned as the love surged in her system, spreading into one very specific place. Her balls - already larger than melons - started to swell even further until they were pushing her hind legs completely apart. Each one was nearly the size of a beanbag chair now, but they still had much more growing to do.

The oceans of seed within her gigantic ballsack were clearly audible, each testicle churning and groaning as its contents sloshed and redoubled in volume. Meanwhile, all of this steamy changeling seed had to go somewhere, and her growing stallionhood was more than happy to provide an exit.

Just seconds ago, it’d been almost three feet long, its enormous flared head sticking out between her front legs like a fat, oversized sausage. Now, though, it needed to grow even further to keep up with her overproductive balls. It started to swell, throbbing as it pushed out past her chest, spasming as it came again and again.

Chrysalis felt a feeling of absolute pleasure clouding her mind as each successive orgasm rolled through her, her shaft steadily growing longer and wider with each liter of cum it pumped out onto the floor and walls. It passed four feet in the blink of an eye, the puddle of cum on the floor spreading in radius and depth as more and more ponies found themselves dumped into the pool of hot, thick changeling spooge.

The more ponies tossed in, the more love Chrysalis absorbed. The more love she consumed, the bigger her package grew. The bigger her cock and balls grew - the former almost to five feet in length now, sagging so low and heavy between her legs that the medial ring was touching the warm, cum-soaked floor - the more cum that flooded out to fill the room. The bigger the cum-pool that Chrysalis made, the more space there was for her army to dump more love-giving ponies in...and so on and so forth, until her equipment was so large that it all but filled the room, the ocean of cum coming up around her shed-sized balls as she screamed and writhed and came and came again.

As the hundredth pony was dropped into the room, Chrysalis felt a truly mountainous tension building in her shaft. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, loving how insignificant, yet enormously powerful she felt atop her mammoth of a cock. How big, how glorious, how incredible -

When the last throes of her most recent orgasm left her and Chrysalis opened her eyes, there was no longer a wall before her. Only a thick, growing lake of warm, creamy white.

Setting Trends [Trenderhoof] [Big Mac] [M/M] [Anal] [Cum Inflation] [Dirty Talk]

Hello! I really enjoy some of your dabbles. Can I request Anthro Big Mac and Tenderhoof pls involving dirty talk, anal sex and cum inflation.

“O-oh.” Trenderhoof moaned, feeling Mac’s tool spreading his ass cheeks farther apart then they’d ever gone before. “M-mac, you’re so big.”

“Ee-yup,” Mac said. Trenderhoofs tight little pucker felt like heaven around his giant, throbbing shaft. “And you’re...so small.”

It was true. Big Mac had his name for a reason; standing almost five and a half feet at the shoulder, he was definitely the largest stallion in Ponyville, and definitely in the top percent of height for all of Equestria. By contrast, Trenderhoof - or “Trend,” as he’d insisted Mac call him - barely came up to Mac’s chin. Where Macintosh was nothing but bulky, tough muscle, a life of more creative pursuits had left Trenderhoof with a thin, wiry figure that looked positively tiny next to his much larger partner.

Trenderhoof shuddered as Mac pulled halfway back, his gigantic horsecock sliding out with a long, wet schlip. “Don’t stop,” Trenderhoof said, biting his lip. “Oh, goodness, please don’t stop.”

Mac paused. He had his two, oversized hooves resting on Trenderhoof’s back, and he put all his weight on them as he leaned in close. Trenderhoof’s knees nearly buckled as Big Mac brought all his weight to bear on him. “You like that, Trend?” Big Mac murmured, his lips brushing against Trend’s twitching ear.

Trenderhoof whimpered softly. The feel of Mac’s warm breath against his ear and neck was almost too much alone; the tantalizing sensation of being almost full compounded the feeling until it was almost unbearable.

Trend whimpered again, his knees knocking together, as Mac leaned in even closer and started gently sucking on his ear. Mac’s giant hooves softly massaged Trend’s back, making big, smooth circles as his giant package inched in and out of Trend’s back door.

“V-very much,” Trenderhoof said. He drew in a deep, shuddering breath. “Please, Mac.”

Mac paused in his nibbling. Instead, he lifted a hoof and gently pulled Trenderhoof’s head around to look him in the eye. “Eeyup?”

“I - “ Trenderhoof licked his lips. “I want you to rut me like an earth pony. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me. I want you to make me your mare, and then blow me up with cum until I can barely move.”

“Why, Trend,” Mac drawled. A grin slowly crossed his muzzle. “Almost thought you’d never ask.” In one motion, he drew Trenderhoof’s muzzle toward his own, fiercely attacking the smaller stallion’s tongue with his own even as he slammed his shaft deep into Trend’s ass.

Trend groaned and moaned into Big Mac’s tongue, his own, much smaller cock eagerly spurting precum as Mac hammered him. He loved the way Mac spread his ass wide, loved the taste of apples on his tongue, loved the way Mac’s enormous balls thumped against his flanks with each thrust, loved everything about the way this enormous hunk of a stallion was rutting him senseless.

“Oh!” Trend cried cutely, his cock spurting out a few ropes of cum. “O-oh!” It was one of the messiest orgasms he’d ever had, but as he buried his muzzle in Big Mac’s and bit down on his lip, he realized that it was nothing compared to what was coming next.

With a shout that was really more of a roar, Big Mac came. Splatter after splatter of cum drenched Trend’s insides as Mac’s orgfasm took him. Trend panted, moaned, and sighed as he felt his belly begin to bloat with all of the hot, earth pony spooge now filling him up. Waves - no, oceans - of cum shot out from Mac’s enormous, swollen shaft like from a cannon, and Trend felt his own stallionhood shoot off another load even as his bloating stomach started to push out against the bottom of his vest.

“Amazing,” he said, panting. His gut sloshed beneath him, warm and full, as Mac leaned in toward him, his cock still hilted inside. “Now that - “

He turned back and pecked Big Mac on the cheeks. When he pulled back, he was breathing a little more gently, though his own cheeks were a bright, happy red.

“ - would be a trend worth setting.”

Mac’s grin was as big as his own. “Eeyup.”

Bigger Marefriends [Spike] [Applejack] [Macro] [Giantess] [Hyper Cock]

The life of Spike in a world where his friends are all fifteen feet tall and perpetually horny.

It began, as it always did, with a knock.

Spike startled, dropping the pile of books he’d been carrying in the process. “One minute!” he called out. He grumbled to himself as he knelt down to pick up a particularly weighty tome. “Can’t they see the closed sign?”

Another knock, this time so hard that the very wells shook. Spike blinked. Oh. So it was going to be one of those nights. In that case, there was hardly any point in trying to neaten the library any way.

“Coming!” he said, doing a quick one-eighty toward the front door. His shaft was already starting to push out of its sheath, his balls emerging from his crotch alongside it. He made sure to put on his biggest, most welcoming grin - but knowing what was coming still put a blush on his cheeks and a quiver in his step all the same.

Who would it be? he wondered. Rainbow Dash? Rarity? He reached down and groped himself as he held Rarity’s image in his mind. His claws curled over his hardening member, which was already a good six inches long and still growing. Maybe tonight would be his lucky -

Something big slammed into the door and sent it crashing to the floor. Spike’s pupils dilated a little, and his breath came a little bit faster. A big, orange face was peeking through the door, big green eyes seemingly larger than life.

“Well, howdy, Spike,” Applejack said, leaning down to be able to see through the door. “I’m a mite sorry ‘bout the door - guess I was a little overeager, is all.”

“O-oh!” Spike quickly put his claws behind his back - which, conveniently, let his package hang out on display, bobbing quietly in the night. “No worries! It’s fine. Do you want me to come out, or - “

“Reckon I’ll come inside tonight,” Applejack said. Before Spike could protest, AJ had already forced her enormous head through the door. She had to press the rest of her body against the ground to even have a hope of fitting the rest of her inside, and as much as she tried, the top of her rump still scraped along the top of the door.

It would have been a miracle if she’d been able to fit inside without causing any damage. As it was, Spike could only watch in horror - and unspeakable arousal - as Applejack’s fifteen-foot frame crashed through the front door. The entire doorway splintered and cracked around her gigantic, muscled body. Her flanks might have gotten stuck in the door had she not been more than strong enough to force them through. As it was, the entire tree groaned and shook as Applejack finally made it all the way through, its entire front side now replaced with an Applejack-sized hole.

“Whoa, nelly,” Applejack said. She glanced sheepishly back at the hole. “Guess I’m a little bigger than I was last week.”

“A little,” Spike said, gulping. When he was a younger dragon, he’d had dreams of being an enormous dragon like the one from the Everfree Forest, towering above the entirety of Ponyville. When his birthday had swung around last year, he’d had the opportunity to live out that future in full - if only for a day. Looking up at an Applejack more than two times his size, though, made that fantasy seem an impossible distance away.

“Least it looks like you’re more’n ready for me,” Applejack said, noting Spike’s erection with a raised eyebrow. Being a dragon, he was more than a little “gifted” in that department; even Big Mac had let out a long whistle when he’d let eyes on Spike’s thirty-inch tool.

Two and a half feet was more than enough for any normal pony, especially with a mega-sized, cum-filled nutsack to match. But Applejack wasn’t just a normal pony - and what made it worse was that she had needs.

“H-heh,” Spike said. He scratched at his spines and took an involuntary step back. He couldn’t help it - she was just so big. His erection more than agreed, throbbing bigger and harder with each inch that AJ towered over him. “Guess so.”

“Then let’s go, sugarcube.” Before he knew it, Applejack had tackled Spike to the ground. Just a single one of her enormous hooves was enough to keep him pressed to the floor. He groaned and squirmed as her giant, wet tongue lapped at his growing member, apparently even eager than he was to see it reach its full size.

“Mmf,” he grunted, his hips thrusting upward as a steady stream of precum started leaking from his tip. “Oh, Celestia, AJ. That feels - mmff.”

Applejack paused. “You like that, sugarcube?”

Incredibly. “Y-yes.”

She smirked. “Then how ‘bout this?” she asked. She twirled her enormous tongue around his equally enormous cock, and then - without blinking an eye - took the entire thing into her mouth.

Spike shivered in pleasure. He was almost six feet tall, and had a package that would put any pony to shame. But Applejack was so much bigger than that, so much more powerful, and it made him feel absolutely tiny to be next to this mountain of muscle and size.

“Oh, are we starting already?”

Spike’s eyes shot open as the ground shook beneath him. Oh, gosh.

Twilight.

The Dragon [Vore] [Macro] [Growth] [Micro Pred] [OC]

A dragon is terrorizing a city/town. Some pony (your choice) decides to take matters into their own hands, and swallows the dragon during its sleep. Includes post-vore growth and/or weight gain.

Silverstar took a step closer to the dragon, and flinched back when it rumbled. Its every exhale brought another wave of smoke to flood the cavern floor, warming his hooves.

It rumbled again - snoring, Silverstar realized - and fidgeted a bit. Silverstar grinned. Good. That meant it was still asleep. It was time to get to work.

He started with the tail. It was long and thin at the tip, just like a noodle. He was able to get his jaws around it easily enough. From there, it was just a matter of slurping it down, his jaws slowly widening around it until he hit base. Until then, he just enjoyed the feeling of his belly slowly filling, growing underneath his hoof until it bulged out obscenely over his knees. Fifteen feet of dragon tail didn’t look like too much in any one gulp, but over time, it all added up.

Silverstar took a second to catch his breath. He shifted his weight a little bit and tried to steady himself on his haunches. His big belly was making that a bit more difficult, though, as it weighed him down and pulled his center of mass forward. It took only a few more moments for him to find a comfortable position, roll around his jaw, and then - with the tail still stretching his jaws wide - open even wider.

It was amazing, really, that the dragon didn’t even stir as Silverstar’s mouth opened wide enough to take in its fat, muscular haunches in their entirely. Even lying down, the dragon was twice as tall as a pony, but Silverstar managed to fit his mouth over the whole thing. An onlooker would’ve probably called it an insane or even grotesque sight, but the stallion himself was too focused on his herculean task to care. Slowly, pacing himself, he gulped once - and a little bit of the dragon’s rear slipped into his maw.

Then again. And again. Soon enough, the entirety of the dragon’s hindquarters had joined the tail in his jiggling, sloshing belly - by now bulging far larger than the rest of his body - but but Silverstar wasn’t done yet. He kept going, taking in the back legs, and then the stomach. His neck bulged out incredible as the dragon’s entire back body filled it, soon followed by his stomach. Feeling a sudden surge of energy, Silverstar just tossed his head back and lifted the rest of the dragon into the air.

Amazingly enough, it worked. The rest of the dragon up to its shoulders just slid into Silverstar’s belly with an earthshaking plop, the force of gravity doing most of the pony’s work for him. He took a second to flex his now shrunken jaw around the neck of the dragon, loving the feeling of his gurgling, twenty-foot belly going to work on the enormous body inside of it.

And then, finally, the dragon awoke. Its eyes opened wide, and its jaw was quick to follow, thrashing from side to side and spraying smoke in every direction. But Silverstar’s jaw was quicker. Quick as a wink. he opened as wide as he ever had before, and gulped the rest of the dragon down - and swallowed.

He let out a huge sigh of relief. It was done - his town would be safe once more. One hoof patted his enormous, dragon-sized belly. It was a gurgling, happy belly, and a happy belly made for a happy Silverstar. Once, every so often, the dragon would lurch around inside, or else exhale another flood of smoke - which Silverstar would release in a dragon-sized burp - but soon, the thrashing stopped, and his belly settled down to the happy work of digestion.

As Silverstar slept off his meal, more than completely immobile by now, something odd happened. Just as the dragon was added to Silverstar’s figure, so was its magic. He snored loudly as size crept up his body, growing not only horizontally, but vertically as well.

When Silverstar finally awoke, he found the tip of his head scraping the ceiling of the cave. “What the - “ he grunted - and then stopped. There was his backpack, holding all of the survival tools he’d used to get here, lying on the ground. Slowly, he reached down and picked it up - with a single hoof. It sat there, tiny and incredibly light, for all of the effort he’d struggled through in carrying it the day before.

As realization set in, Silverstar grinned. “Well,” he said, getting to his hooves. His plush, oversized belly swung between his legs, its gurgling suddenly getting a bit louder. “Looks like there might be a new dragon in town.”

Or, at the very least, a very dragonish pony.

Snurch [Hyper Cock] [Snails] [Hyper Balls] [Worshipping] [Joke Snippet]

"Take me to snurch (Snail Church)" - literal cock worship in the form of a religious service for hyperSnails

“For you,” Snips said sagely. “The body. And the seed.”

Caramel took the first proffered item eagerly. “Oh, thank you,” he said. He hefted the mini buttplug - a perfect, shrunken replica of the Most High Horsecock - in one hoof. Once he’d taken a moment to shove it in, he accepted the cup containing the Seed of the Covenant in the other hoof. He slurped it, loudly, and sighed afterward.

“Bless you,” Snips said, as Caramel walked away, the buttplug sticking out between his flanks like a second tail.

The Apple family had gathered together in the front pew. Each was dressed up in their Cockday best. Granny Smith even had on her most phallic hat, which held two ripe apples topped with a zucchini. She dabbed a hoofkerchief on her eyes as the organ played a classical rendition of The Cum Lay On the Ground.

Apple Bloom shifted in her seat. “I don’t see why we have to be here,” she muttered. She flipped through a few pages of the Holy Balls-ble. “Seems dumb to me.”

“Not another word, missy,” Applejack hissed. “Ain’t no relative of mine gonna question it when we come to church.”

“But it’s just a big dick, isn’t it?”

Applejack gasped. “Apple Bloom! That’s blasphemy!”

Apple Bloom harrumphed and crossed her arms. “S’not like it’s a big ol’ pussy or anything. Now that I could - “

Applejack clapped a hoof over her sister’s mouth before she could get out another word. “Foals, right?” she said, grinning at Rarity and Sweetie Belle in the pew beside them. “Don’t know a word that’s comin’ out of their mouths.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac echoed. The pair of them quickly turned back to the centerpiece of the service, Apple Bloom still squirming under AJ’s grasp.

It was a true centerpiece, too, more than just some dusty old relic, or a mere facade of some greater, spiritual power. The Great Snailcock was a living, breathing, throbbing testament to the power and virility of their religion. It towered above the rest of the church, its flared head coming to rest in the rafters overhead.

From base to tip, it must have been thirty feet tall, with a circumference so wide it would’ve taken six ponies to wrap their hooves all the way around it. Every so often, it’d throb and leak out another gallon-sized drop of precum, which would dribble down the side to be collected in the cum basin of the High Priest Snips. It was from there that the Seed of the Covenant was collected and given, for the salvation and arousal of all ponykind.

Below the Great Snailcock, two bulging nuts rested on the carpeted altar floor. Each one was taller than a pony, and their musk filled the whole room like incense. Applejack took in a deep whiff and sighed happily. That was the beauty of it. Anypony could just open their mouths and breathe in the scent of virility that their Lord gave unto them.

Each one of the balls bulged and swelled, their oceans of unspent cum sloshing audibly about inside. The stories told of a time in the ancient past when just a single nut had given off its entire story of seed, spewing unfathomable amounts of cum into the heavens to rain down on Equestria. The cum-flood had lasted for sixty-nine days and nights, and by the end of it there hadn’t been a mare on the continent who wasn’t pregnant. That was the true meaning of the Covenant - a promise of manageable, peaceful dripping for everypony to share.

At least until the End Times, when the two-testicle Orgasm would lay waste to their land and seas. The Apples in particular were members of a more apocalyptic cult. There was room for all to worship before the Snailcock.

And what worshippers it had. The organ shifted to a more triumphant rendition of “Great Is Thy Medial Ring” as a half-dozen ponies shuffled aside from the Cum-munion to quietly pray before and stroke the balls of the Snailcock. They worshipped it with their bodies, with their tongues, and with their buttplugged rears sticking up in the air (as was the traditional pose of prayer). Then, one by one, they pulled away from the ministrations, bowed to the Cock, and returned to their pews.

Somewhere, certain ponies whispered, behind those balls and magnificent cock, a pony waited to be discovered. He was their Messiah, new-age ponies claimed, a stallion sent to hold the arousal of the world so that they might live instead of simply fucking.

(Though there was quite a bit of fucking involved in the religion. It just didn’t happen all the time, and for that, the new-agers were thankful)

One day, they whispered, he would emerge from behind his almighty package, and fuck the world with his cock, letting all the lust of the world swallow Equestria up. And on that day, the world would know his name, and tremble in unquenchable thirst.

Somewhere behind and beneath his enormous package, a very happy Snails rolled over in his sleep.

The Open Fields [Big Mac] [Muscle Fetish] [Sweat] [Gratuitous Cum] [Self-Worship] [Anthro]

Big Mac enjoys himself on the farm while every other Apple is away on business. Works out while working on the farm, pumps reps with haystacks, etc. Involves self-worship, sweat, muscle growth, hands-free-pants-on orgasm multiple times.

Big Mac eyed the pile of haystacks. “Welp,” he mumbled, to nopony in particular, “Looks like I need to get you to the South Field.”

But… He squinted at the sun. It wasn’t quite high enough in the sky to call it a morning yet, so it looked like he might have a bit of time to have a little fun. Before he knew it, Big Mac found his right hand roaming over the biceps of his left arm, feeling the bulge and tightness of the muscle beneath his fingers and squeezing every so often.

He chuckled and let his hand fall to his side. “Can’t say no to that.”

He glanced at the pile of haystacks again, and a thought struck him. They looked awfully heavy. In fact, there probably wasn’t a stallion in all of Ponyville that could easily lift a single one of them, let alone two.

With a jaunty grin on his face, Mac leaned down, tensed his arm, and lifted a pile of three haybales into the air.

“Nothin,” he said to himself, still smiling vacantly.

He was already starting to chub up a bit, his stallionhood swelling beneath his working jeans. Mac ran his free hand over his crotch, feeling the fabric tighten and stretch over his erection as his other hand hefted the 450-pound “weight” up and down a few times.

He loved this - the knowledge of just how big, just how strong he was. He could already feel himself leaking a bit through his jeans. Mac pulled his stroking hand away.

The rest of that pile of haybales was looking mighty appealing right about now. Mac smirked and let the three he was carrying in his right hand drop to the ground.

Seven bales of hay. Over a thousand pounds of mass. Big Mac just chuckled a little and rolled up his sleeves. Suddenly, the fabric felt so tight against his biceps, his jeans straining ever harder against his growing erection. Then, with a grunt, he reached down, scooped both piles of hay up, and hefted them back up.

He took a deep, shaky breath - but his arms didn’t give. They didn’t even shake. As a grin slowly spread across his face, he started to pump his arms up and down, watching the enormous bales of hay rise and fall with his chest.

Over five hundred pounds in each hand. He pulled his forearms in tight for the next rep, really flexing his biceps this time. They bulged up and up and up, larger and larger until they were even bigger than his head, and then he flexed even harder, lifting the bales as high above his head as they would go.

“Hnggh,” he grunted, sweat starting to run down his chest and forehead. This was real strength - a half a ton over his head, and he was only just starting to break a sweat. He could smell his own musk on the air, half sweat and half sex, and loved it more than anything.

Another rep. Down, then back up. Mac felt his arms flexing harder than they’d ever flexed before, yet could feel the task getting easier as he went. He imagined his muscles swelling even bigger with every rep, his biceps gaining a little more size every time he let them relax. He imagined his pecs slowly inching out before him, his legs growing thicker and thicker and longer too, until he’d grown so big that he could barely fit through a door vertically or horizontally.

Big Mac’s breathing grew more and more ragged, though not due to fatigue. His chubbing member had reached full length now, where it reached all the way down to his knee through his left pantleg. He could feel his balls churning between his legs, could feel the inevitable tension coming in his groin.

He grunted again, this time breaking into a moan as the pleasure mounted. Bigger and bigger and bigger, he’d get, his muscles swelling along with him until there wasn’t a pony in Equestria who could compete. And even right now, who could compete? With a stallion who could lift half a ton of hay over his head and still have the strength for more?

With a final grunt so loud it sounded like a roar, Big Mac lifted the haybales up to shoulder level - and held them there. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds, and his muscles were just barely starting to twitch. Sweat covered his body in a thick, musky sheen, and the dirt beneath him was already starting to become a muddy mixture of precum and sweat, even as his leaking cock completely ruined his jeans.

Mac could almost swear that he could feel - no, see - his arms bulking up, his muscles getting bigger and bigger with each passing second. He was big - no, he was huge. He was the biggest stallion around, the most enormous stud in all of Ponyville. Any mare or stallion would kill to feel these muscles, this incredible size - and he could see himself giving it to them, straddling them with his huge, bulging body. He could see himself growing on top of them, dwarfing them in his never-ending quest for size. He could almost see the veins swelling and popping on his biceps, his shoulders growing wider around him, his neck thickening into steely, corded muscle -

This time, he did roar. With a guttural moan, he thrust both arms into the air far above his head - and the tension at the base of his dick finally reached its peak. Shot after shot of thick, ropy cum sprayed from his flaring head to fill his dripping pantleg, his balls emptying themselves through the fabric as his muscles bulged and dripped with sweat. Mac let his head roll back in pleasure, though whether it was from the orgasm or the total admission of his strength, he couldn’t even tell.

On and on he went, cumming for at least a good two minutes before it finally started to subside. His knees wobbled, his hips jerked, and his cock flared and throbbes again and again as it spilled litres of hot stallion seed onto the ground - but Mac’s arms never budged. It was only when the orgasm was finally over, his pants completely ruined and the dirt covered in white, that Mac finally let his sweat-covered arms drop to his sides, letting the bales of hay fall to the ground with a crash.

A minute later, once he’d caught his breath, he picked them back up and got to work.

Gonna Get You Big [Twilight Sparkle] [Rainbow Dash] [Fat] [Cum Inflation] [Futa]

twilight is fat and has a big dick. rainbow dash is small and does not. twilight makes it her duty to make her huge with jizz.

“Whoa, Twi!” Dash waggled her legs helplessly as she was levitated up into the air. “What’s this for?”

“Oh, it’s very simple,” Twilight said. She smiled. “We’re gonna get you nice and big.”

Dash stared at Twilight in disbelief - and then really looked at Twilight.

Her belly was her dominating feature. It dragged on the ground beneath her, a gigantic, gurgling ball of flesh that seemed like it would lift her off her hooves if given just an inch or two of extra fat. When she smiled,  her double chins jiggled underneath her flabby cheeks. Each one of her legs was the size of a small tree trunk, and her flank? Rainbow Dash bit her lips, her wings spreading out a bit despite her. That flank was easily the biggest she’d ever seen, and it jiggled madly with the slightest twitch.

Twilight noted Dash’s expression and her stiffening wings. “Well,” she said, her eyelids lowering until she was wearing the sultriest look that Dash had ever seen. “Looks like somepony likes what she sees.”

Dash nodded helplessly. A thin line of drool ran down her chin.

Twilight did a little twirl - though, at that size, “little” was a stretch to describe anything that she did. Each one of her hooves thudded heavily on the ground, and that massive, beautiful flank shook each time one did. “It’s a new look,” Twilight said. “I think I like it, too.

“But,” she said, finishing her turn and grinning at Rainbow, “you haven’t even seen the best part.” And then she plopped back onto her haunches, the ground shaking beneath her as she heaved her hue belly into the air -

along with something else entirely.

“Mm,” Twilight said. She bit her lip as her fat, throbbing stallionhood climbed even higher into the air. “Feels good to get that out.” As it stiffened, it flopped a few times against her massive, soft belly, leaking precum and inciting a soft moan each time it did.

“You see these balls?” Twilight said once she’d gained back her composure. Dash nodded slowly. She certainly did. Each one was easily a third the size of Twilight’s belly, and they seemed to pulse in time with her own heartbeat. “They’re nice and full with cum - and I’m going to use them to get you nice and big. How’s that sound?”

Dash was nodding before she could even think.

Twilight’s smile widened. “Good,” she said - and then Dash found herself hovering directly over Twilight’s massive horsecock. She bit her lip as the levitation spell slowly lowered her down, spreading her legs wide until she felt its tip just barely poking against her nethers.

“That feel good?” Twilight asked. Dash nodded faintly. “Then how about - “

She let the spell go for a moment, and Dash slid down six inches onto Twilight’s shaft. “ - this?”

Dash groaned in pleasure. “Twi,” she panted. “You’re…really stretching me.”

“Not enough, it seems,” Twilight noted. “That’s just the head. Now, if we go a little further…”

Dash’s eyes bulged out as she slowly slid down Twilight’s dick, impaling herself on the much fatter mare’s throbbing horsecock. Soon, she could feel Twilight’s giant, flabby belly against her back. She was sinking deeper and deeper into that stomach with each bit that she inched down onto Twilight’s cock. She grunted, struggling to pull herself together.

And then Twilight smirked with her flabby cheeks and lifted Dash back up again - and smashed her back down.

Rainbow Dash grunted, groaned, and writhed as Twilight, too fat and heavy to fuck her herself, instead used her magic to make her into a giant cocksleeve. Rolls of Twilight’s fat jiggled whenever she bottomed out inside of Rainbow Dash, Rainbow’s stomach bulging out each time with the flared head of Twilight’s cock. She could already feel her stomach filling up with its leaking precum. Had she not been nearly out of her mind with pleasure as Twilight fucked her senseless, spreading her legs and cunt wider than she’d ever spread them before, she might have been concerned about the volume that Twilight’s actual orgasm could put out.

Soon enough, Twilight felt the edge drawing closer. “Mmff,” she grunted, sweat sliding down her flabby chest and belly as she thrust Rainbow down her cock again and again. She moaned, feeling the tightness come to a peak, her enormous, sloshing balls actually retracting a bit toward her body -

Then the tension vanished and cum flooded out of her in a giant, glorious spray of semen. Her cock throbbed and pulsed and swelled inside of Rainbow Dash, literal liters - no, gallons of seed erupting inside of the thin, lean pegasus.

Well, formerly lean. Dash let out a groan as she felt her belly start to bloat. More and more cum flooded into her from Twilight’s orgasm, filling her up until she could feel the skin stretching tighter and tighter beneath her hoof. And still, Twilight came. The sight of her own burgeoning belly was enough to send Rainbow over the edge, and so she came too, her body convulsing in pleasure and her cunt tightening around Twilight’s massive member as sticky, sweet juices ran down its length.

More and more cum flooded into Rainbow Dash until her belly protruded obscenely from her abdomen. Soon, it was groaning and sloshing but still growing, swelling and stretching until it was nearly as big as she was. She could feel all of that warm, thick cum inside her, sloshing and shaking about each time she moved, with still more and more joining it.

Finally, Twilight finished, the flood slowing to a trickle. By now, Rainbow Dash was a blimp, nothing more than a pony attached to a pony-sized balloon full of hot mare spooge. Slowly, her breath steadying, Twilight lifted one flabby hoof and patted the side of Rainbow’s round, tight belly.

“See?” she murmured, loving the feel of her own fat beneath her arm. “Nice and big.”

Rainbow just groaned in agreement.

Big Little Sister [Sweetie Belle] [Rarity] [Amazon/Macro/Giantess] [Muscles] [Hyper Breasts] [Size Difference] [Teasing] [Anthro]

Love your work. Could you write a (anthro) story where Sweetie Belle has grown up into an amazon and teases Rarity about how much bigger and bustier she is?

“Oh,” Rarity said. Her smile felt plastered onto her face. From the look on Sweetie Belle’s, it was already apparent where this conversation would be going. “Please, come in.”

Sweetie Belle grinned back. “Thanks, Rarity,” she said. She rested a hand on the top of the doorframe and bent down a bit so that she could see Rarity better. “You sure I’ll fit?”

A vein on Rarity’s forehead twitched. “Yes, dear. Come in.”

“Okay!” Sweetie Belle’s eight-foot-plus figure filled most of the doorframe, so it was no surprise when she not only had to bend down even more to fit through, but also sidle through at an odd angle to fit her larger…assets through comfortable.

She grunted as her shoulders rubbed against the top of the door. Rarity’s twitching vein only worsened as she saw Sweetie’s fist-sized nipples rubbing against the opposite side of the door frame, each barrel-sized breast bobbing gently as its owner struggled to fit through the too-small door.

Finally, though, Sweetie managed to cram herself into the Boutique, the door thankfully undamaged. She drew herself up to her full, eight-foot-seven, height and gave a happy-sounding sigh. “Wow,” she said, looking around the main room. “This place looks a lot smaller than I remember.”

“Very odd,” Rarity said. She chuckled bitterly. “Now, if you don’t need anything, I’ll be over in my study.”

“Aw, c’mon Rarity.” Sweetie Belle pouted. Before Rarity knew it, her much-larger sister had taken one gigantic step forward and seized her in a hug. “Don’t I get any time with my ‘big’ sister?”

Rarity’s shoulders almost shook at the added inflection. She shifted her own arms until they were at a less-awkward angle around Sweetie’s muscular leg - a leg which was nearly as thick around as she was - and stiffened a bit when she realized that the light weight on her hairbun was in fact the underside of Sweetie Belle’s bust.

“Of course, dear,” she said with a grunt, pushing herself forcefully out of Sweetie’s grip. With arms as thick around as cider barrels and a rock-hardset of abs to hold her against, it was clear that Sweetie could have easily held her in place. Yet, thankfully, Rarity was able to struggle her way free from beneath her sister’s amazonian form, though not without getting her hair mussed up and her sewing glasses tilted. “But, ah, perhaps - “

“You don’t look like you’re too happy to see me,” Sweetie Belle said, looking down at her.

Rarity blanched. “O-oh, no! Not at all. I’m simply overjoyed! I just - “

“Feel a little small?”

The vein came back. “Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said. “I’m sure i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” Sweetie Belle said. She glanced around the room for a second, her gaze brightening when she spotted the loveseat. “Aha. Mind if I take a seat?”

Rarity shook her head mutely.

Sweetie took a single, gigantic step over to the love seat, setting her incredible breasts jiggling above Rarity’s head, and slowly sat down. The love seat creaked and protested under her incredible weight; somehow - not surprisingly - she managed to cover both cushions with her muscled, shapely rear.

Sweetie Belle groaned in satisfaction. Her arms lifted over her head and flexed - stretching, of course, but also indubitably showing off. She looked absolutely ridiculous, Rarity thought, her head and back stretching far above the top of the couch and her oversized hands drooping over the sides. It was clear, though, that Sweetie loved every inch of her big, bulging body, and it seemed that she wasn’t afraid to go even further in showing it off.

Sweetie finished stretching and let her long, thick arms fall to her lap. She caught Rarity’s eye and grinned. “C’mon, sis,” she said. “Come take a seat.”

“Next to you?”

Sweetie’s grin spread even wider, and she shifted her weight a little bit to let the love seat groan a bit more. “Doesn’t look like there’s much room,” she said. “But…”

She patted a hand on her lap, right between her thick, corded thighs - and right beneath the shadow of those big, round breasts.

“Why not right here?”

My Big Stallion [Shining Armor] [Sombra] [Domination] [Fat] [Blowjob] [Bondage] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Feeding]

King Sombra, fat and powerless, pays for his crimes as Shining Armor's willing cockwarmer

Sombra twisted and squirmed, but he was powerless to move. Both of his front hooves had been tied to the headboard of the bed. Even if he’d been untied, though, his fat, powerful belly would have weighed too much for him to move at all easily.

It was that belly that Shining had stretched himself over, his hind legs spread wide across Sombra’s girth. “Struggle all you want, my lord,” he said, smirking. “But you’re not getting out of this.”

He shifted his weight on Sombra’s gut. It gurgled beneath him, still hungry from the family-sized feeding it’d gotten just minutes ago. Such extravagances could barely be considered “snacks” to Sombra anymore, though, and his fat, flabby figure more than attested to that fact. Shining’s smirk only deepened as Sombra grunted and squirmed, Shining’s throbbing cock poking deep into Sombra’s fat belly button.

His belly was like a pillow, really - a soft, gurgling pillow that spread out beneath Shining’s body like a mattress. And it felt good.

Shining sidled up a bit closer to Sombra and stroked at his double chin with a gentle hoof. “And I think, to be perfectly honest,” he went on, “that you like this. Don’t you?” He prodded at Sombra’s big, rotund belly, and the fatter stallion groaned.

“Please,” Sombra said. “So…hungry.”

“Oh,” Shining said. His horn lit up, and a fat slice of chocolate cake levitated into the air beside him. “You want this?” Sombra nodded, his flabby chin smacking up against his thick neck.

“Well,” Shining said, “I think that can be arranged. We’ve got to keep you nice and big, after all.”

He leaned in a bit closer, brushing his lips against Sombra’s flabby cheek. “But,” Shining murmured, “you’ll have to have a different meal first.”

He took a hoof-full of Sombra’s fat and squeezed. Sombra moaned. “You’ll like that,” Shining said. “Gotta keep you full.”

It took only a few seconds for Shining to get himself into an upright position, his legs straddling either side of Sombra’s belly. His stallionhood, already hard at its impressive size of thirteen inches, was leaking with clear precum. Meanwhile, his balls, each the size of a small grapefruit, churned and sloshed with cum between his legs.

Shining chuckled at the obvious look of desire in Sombra’s eyes. “Let’s get you your liquid lunch, huh?” He scooted forward until his muscled ass was right on top of Sombra’s fat, flabby chest. His cock poked at Sombra’s lips. “Now open wide, big boy.”

Sombra opened his lips hesitantly, and Shining eased his flared tip inside. His two hooves kept stroking the part of his shaft below the medial ring, Sombra’s head being too low to take the whole thing. Shining groaned in satisfaction as Sombra sucked greedily on his flare, his flabby face gaining just enough strength to move up and down the half-length of his shaft.

“That’s a good villain,” Shining said, patting Sombra’s stomach with a hoof. It was even bigger than he was, but he still got a thrill out of knowing that this much larger, much heavier stallion was his to command. Sombra gulped every few seconds, Shining’s steady stream of pre filling up his mouth. “Drink up.”

It wasn’t long, though, before Shining felt that inevitable tension mounting at the base of his shaft. “Mmff,” he grunted, his hooves rubbing just a little faster. He could feel his balls pulling in closer to his crotch, his whole body tensing up as Sombra lapped and sucked at his cock. “Ooh, yeah. Just like - “

His cock-tip flared, his balls bulging out as a surge of cum welled up in their depths. And then Shining was twisting and squirming, thrusting erratically into Sombra’s mouth as the fat king eagerly gulped down rope after rope of Shining’s thick, warm cum. Shining’s balls sloshed and churned, more than happy to spill their load into Sombra’s fat stomach.

Finally, Shining recovered. He was panting hard, and as his softening cock fell from Sombra’s mouth, he noticed that he was sweating as well.

“You like that?” he asked, his chest rising and falling. Sombra nodded - and then his belly gurgled, even louder than before.

Shining chuckled. “Fine, then. Let’s get you filled up.” His horn glowed again, lifting the slice of cake - along with the rest of the three-layer, deluxe chocolate cake - up into the air. “Can’t leave my big stallion hungry.”

As Sombra munched, groaned, and gurgled, Shining glanced back over his shoulder at the place where Sombra’s belly forced his back legs apart. His smaller stallionhood slapped against his fat gut, almost as if his hips were thrusting into the air with each bite of cake he crammed down his throat.

Slowly, Shining’s smile returned. He wondered how Sombra’s other end would feel. As he slid off the giant, gurgling gut, he could already feel his balls swelling again with seed, getting heavier and heavier between his legs.

Walking Downtown [Rarity] [Twilight] [Trixie] [Macro/Giantess] [Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Futa] [Object TF]

Macro Hyper Rarity (Futa or Plain, Up to you) wearing Twilight and Trixie where Twilight has been turned into a dress with her face showing up on the front of it and Trixie as the panties with her face spread across her rear. Feature some growth anytime they try to use magic.

Ponyville shook as Rarity took another step through downtown, the very ground sinking and cracking beneath her gargantuan hooves. She grinned as she realized she’d reached Carousel Boutique itself. The tip-top of the building came up to just under her chin.

“Oh, I absolutely love seeing the Boutique like this,” she said, her great voice rumbling out over the surroundings. “Like a tiny toy carousel. What do you think?”

She grinned and placed her hands on her hips - or, more accurately, on Twilight’s hips. The dress she was wearing had been among her finest work, made from pure alicorn. She could feel “Twilight” jerk a little bit at the touch of Rarity’s hands and giggled. The entire front of Twilight’s face took up the front of the dress, and it currently did not look happy.

“I think it looks like you should let us go, Rarity!” Twilight said, choking out the words. It was hard to speak when you were a piece of fabric, but somehow, she managed.

Rarity just giggled to herself. “And give up a dress this lovely? I think now.” She slid her two hands up her hips and across her bodice, ravishing the smooth, purple silk. The bulk of the dress was taken up by the front, with the top half stretching far out in front of her chest as it struggled to hold in her more generous “assets.” They’d grown with her, of course, and she would have found it a shame not to put two of her most bountiful gifts on full display - right beneath dear Twilight’s face, of course.

She did a little hop and giggled again when her breasts hopped with her, the two lifting up into the air by a few feet and then smacking down into her belly with the most satisfactory sound she could imagine. She shivered as she felt them jiggling. Just the feel of their weight, of their pull on her chest, was enough to get her wet. Had she been a normal-sized pony, each one would have been the size of a barrel of cider. As it was, with her height of fifty-five feet, each one was a good twenty feet tall, if not more.

Still, though, her bust wasn’t her best attribute. No; that honor went to something new. Rarity grinned as she slid her hands back down Twilight, the dress crinkling slightly beneath her hands - and Twilight groaning (or moaning) as she did - and toward her crotch.

The dress went all the way down to her knees (Twilight was such a conservative dear), but it was what lay underneath the dress that really got Rarity excited. Licking her lips, she moved her hands downward until she felt the beginnings of the great, thick bulge that now dominated her crotch. It protruded obscenely from her hips, and as she slowly rubbed her palms in wide circles across it, it began to grow.

“H-hey!” she heard, from somewhere below and behind her. “Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Rarity said, smirking. Right below her dress, barely covering her thighs and straining to hold in her ass and package, was a teal-colored pair of panties with Trixie’s face stamped on the rear. Now, Twilight had been just a test subject, if you will, but Trixie…Trixie had been a gift. She’d been asking for it, really.

“Th-that!” Trixie choked out, as Rarity’s strokes increased in frequency. Rarity’s smile only widened.

“What?” she asked innocently. “This?” With that, she began to squeeze and stroke her package even harder and faster than before. She felt more and more weight growing between her legs, her arousal heightening until, suddenly, she saw a cocktip poking out from the bottom of her dress. But it didn’t stop there, with Rarity continuing to massage her cock - and, by doing so through her overstretched panties, massaging Trixie’s ass - until it towered above the first two floors of the Boutique and had lifted her dress so high that the enormous twin orbs of seed hanging between her legs - both somehow held by her Trixie panties, but neither actually concealed - became completely visible, along with the entirety of her thick, voluptuous thighs.

Rarity just shivered in pleasure as she looked down at the rest of Ponyville, which by now was staring up at her and her enormous, dripping member with shock, disgust, and undisguised lust. “That?” she said again.

“Yes!” Trixie grunted. “Nff - stop - rubbing - me!”

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”

“Or this!”

Twilight reacted instantly. “No! Trixie! Don’t!”

But Trixie was angry enough to ignore her completely. Rarity just smiled and closed her eyes as she felt the magic channeling through her panties - and then smiled even wider as she absorbed it all. Inch by inch, and then foot by foot, she started to grow. Her breasts swelled too, growing rounder and rounder even as her erection reached its full height. By the time she’d hit sixty-five feet, her shaft stood rock-hard, and vertical enough that it’d managed to wedge itself between her two marshmallow-soft breasts. Rarity just moaned, rubbing Twilight as she effectively titfucked herself.

Up and up she went, passing seventy, then eighty feet. Her gigantic, churning balls cast a shadow over the entire downtown, and her bust had gotten so big that it blotted out a good portion of the sky for anypony beneath it. Rarity’s hips just pumped back and forth, at first slowly, then faster and faster, increasing the speed with which her cock thrust up through the neck of her dress.

Finally, her growth petered out at an even hundred feet, and Rarity’s thrusts and libido slowed with it. She opened her eyes, and grinned down at Carousel Boutique, which now barely came up to her crotch.

“An excellent job, Trixie,” she said, as Twilight fumed on her chest. She reached down and gave her erection a lick between her boobs, shivering at the touch of her warm, moist tongue. “Shall we go again?”

The New Family Cow [Big Mac] [Applejack] [Weight Gain] [Fat] [Transformation] [Lactation]

Would you be interested in writing a cow-pony transformation fic? I think it would be interesting to see Big Macintosh on the receiving end of a potion/poison joke mishap, growing fatter and developing a large, milky udder overnight. In an attempt to relieve pressure from their brother so he can move again, Applejack and Apple Bloom drink straight from the source, unknowingly fattening and becoming addicted to his milk over time.

Mac groaned as the poison joke started to flood through his system. The glass of “cider” clattered to the ground, forgotten, as his every limb started to feel heavier than a bale of hay.

At first, the effects seemed like normal poison oak - second by second, his cheeks started puffing out until he could see either one in his peripheral vision. But it was only a few seconds later that he realized that they’d stopped swelling - and that they weren’t sore, itchy, or burning. Meanwhile, the space under his belly had started to get heavier and heavier.

Wait - what? He glanced down hurriedly between his legs, only to see his belly starting to bulge out down beneath him, thickening with rolls of fat. Each one of his legs was thickening, too, until just picking one up into the air felt like a herculean task. Big Mac panted in the middle of the barn, panting as he felt the fat filling in his every curve, and several places where it had to create new ones. What was worse was that certain discoloration had started spreading out across his fur, leaving great pale blotches on his coat that were more than reminiscent of a cow’s spots.

By the time he’d made it to the end of the stall, his growing hindquarters had gotten so wide as to touch the walls on both side of him. Big Mac groaned, trying to throw his now-massive weight forward out of the stall and onto the floor of the barn, but though the stall shook, his fat butt wouldn’t budge.

He finally gave up with a huff, sweat streaming down his forehead as he thumped down to the ground. The floorboards shook and creaked under his massive weight, though his belly ballooned out under him, catching him as he fell into what felt like a big, soft pillow. His gut jiggled and gurgled beneath him, his fat cheeks and double chin jiggling along with it as he lay, near-completely immobile, on the floor.

“Nope,” he said sadly, glancing down at his fat, motionless form. Hollering to the house wouldn’t get help this late at night, and with this much fat on him, he wouldn’t be able to move an inch. Better to wait, and hope that Applejack turned up in the morning.

So he closed his eyes and slept, snoring atop a pillow of his own fat. And that was how they found him the next morning, a big blob of fat in the middle of the barn so big that the sides of the stall had snapped and crashed to the floor in the night.

“Whoa, nelly!” Applejack cried upon seeing him. “Mac, what happened?”

He just looked at her. “Poison joke,” he said, his triple-chin rippling with every syllable.

“Darn it,” she said. “You’re just downright huge! We ain’t gonna fit you in no tub like that.”

And he was - huge, that is. With a belly so big that it pushed his stubby little legs a good foot off the ground, Mac was well and truly fat. He’d always been a big stallion, but now Applejack had to crane her neck even further to look him in the eye - and that was not something that either of them cherished.

“Nope,” he said, again sadly.

“Well,” she said, starting to walk around him, “we’ll have to do something with you. What’s this?”

Big Mac struggled to see the bottom of his fat, flabby stomach, but couldn’t see much more than the gut itself.

“Looks like…” Applejack’s nose wrinkled. “An udder?” She poked it with a hoof, and a thick stream of milk squirted out.

“Now that’s somethin’ you don’t see every day,” she said. “Lemme nab a taste.”

Big Mac groaned under his breath as Applejack leaned in close and took his udder gently in her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, at first gently, then greedily.

“Woo-whee!” she said, pulling away at last. There was a circle of white around her muzzle, and an odd look in her eyes. “Now that there’s some fine milk. Maybe if we get enough out of you, you’ll be small enough to move again!”

“Eeyup,” Mac said. Seemed as good a plan as any.

But Applejack was already back beneath him, latched onto the udder that was poking out from under his bulk. He groaned again in pleasure as she sucked at his teat, his stubby legs wiggling in the air as Applejack drank and drank and drank.

Finally, after what felt like a quarter of an hour, Applejack pulled away, grunting. “High-quality milk,” she said, gasping. “High-quality milk.”

There was now a wider curve to her flank, a bit of give to her neck. Her belly was a bit more rounded than before, and in fact seemed a bit soft, if not downright jiggly. Big Mac said nothing, though; he figured Applejack knew what she was doing.

Just as soon as she’d caught her breath, Applejack dove right back down. Mac groaned and shifted atop his fat as she drank, growing fatter and fatter all the while. By the time she pulled away next, she’d have a thick, wobbling flank, the beginnings of a second chin, and a belly that drooped down almost to her knees.

But by the time she next pulled away, neither her nor Mac would care.

The Ceremony [Princess Celestia] [Twilight] [Futa] [Futa on Male] [Anal] [Cum Inflation] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Large Insertion] [Macro] [Joke-y]

Celestia's bicentennial demonstration of Equine dominance over the dragons by way of massive futa horsecock.

“So what - “ Twilight paused in her question as the sound of Princess Celestia’s grunts briefly overwhelmed her hearing, then resumed as soon as she could hear her own voice again. “What exactly is the significance of this event again?”

“It’s - unf - an Equestria tradition,” Celestia grunted. She paused and wiped her forehead. The dragon - just an adolescent, it seemed, its scales a bright burnished red - moved straight up in the air, speared, as he was, on Celestia’s massive member. The bulge in his stomach from just the head (which was, apparently, all he could take. Even that, Twilight noted, was more than impressive) was an obscene, enormous sort of bulge that was itself almost the size of the rest of his body.

“See, Twilight,” Celestia said, “ruling Equestria isn’t easy.” She leaned back on her haunches, letting her massive, mostly uncovered cock bob and weave in the air. The dragon on top of it just mostly gurgled as Celestia’s golden magic surrounded him, gently moving him up and down the length of her flare like a (comparatively) tiny little cocksock.

“You’ve got - mmff - nations on all sides trying to top you. You’d think that ruling the Sun and Moon would help keep your control over the region? Not at all.” Celestia bit her lip, a pair of yellow auras springing up around her massive, haystack-sized balls and massaging them gently. “Oh, that’s much better.

“But in any case, that just means that I had to get more creative,” Celestia said. She wiped her forehead, though whether it was sweat or precum, it was too hard to tell. Twilight just scribbled down some notes. “You have to - nggh - really show the dragons who’s boss. Get in their faces, as they say. And, as dragons are such naturally sexual creatures - “

Celestia’s face momentarily screwed up as her hips thrust into the air. Her giant balls swelled, pulled together - and then her cock was spewing dozens and dozens of gallons of thick, hot Princess seed inside of the red dragon on her tip. He squirmed and thrashed, his little legs smacking against her shaft, but a twenty-foot-long, six-foot-wide cock didn’t budge easily. As it was, it only served to intensify Celestia’s orgasm, the Princess biting down on her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as an aquarium’s value in cum came flooding into the dragon’s belly, swelling it outward and outward like a used condom until finally he plopped to the ground, belly first, and steadily leaking from his abused asshole.

“See?” Celestia said lightly. Twilight applauded, her notebook momentarily forgotten. “Just like that.”

“Do see that he’s able to digest all of that,” Celestia said to a passing dragon, whose own spread asshole was clearly visible despite his much larger size. “He was such a good cumsock, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

“Yes, Princess,” the dragon said, bowing. He leaned down and picked up the smaller adolescent’s in his claws, then dragged him along the field like a water balloon.

“Ah,” Celestia said. She leaned forward on her balls and sighed happily. “It’s so nice to see a species that knows its place. So much better than all of the nags at the Gala. Oh, Irontooth!”

An enormous black dragon - fifty feet tall at the shoulder, at least - thudded to a stop before the Equestrian pair. “Is it my turn, Princess?”

“Always, my dear Irontooth.” Celestia grinned sultrily at him. “Now pucker up.”

Irontooth knelt down on the grass, lifting his tail high and presenting his ass to the world. Celestia grinned down at Twilight.

“Take note, Twilight,” she said. “Because sometimes, you’ll need to use other magic during this ceremony. For example…”

A golden aura surrounded her, and Celestia moaned as she began to grow. She’d always been tall as a pony, reaching about an even six feet, but now she was reaching seven - no, fifteen - no, forty feet! Twilight watched in awe as her mentor finally petered out to an incredible seventy feet in height, her twenty-foot-long package suddenly seeming much more manageable on a pony of that gigantic size.

“Size shifting,” Celestia said, her towering form nearly blotting out the sun as she took a hold of Irontooth’s tail with one hoof and lined up her throbbing, leaking shaft with the other, “is an often essential tool when dealing with naturally larger lifeforms. Magic is, of course, an important part of balancing the scales, and an alicorn’s magic doubly so.”

Twilight paused in her notes to watch in academic interest as Celestia eased her cock head into Irontooth’s backdoor, then slammed herself the rest of the way in. The dragon let out an earthshaking roar, but the rumbling of Celestia’s balls was an earthquake all of its own.

“Now - mmff - remember,” Celestia breathed, bottoming out inside of Irontooth, “that this is a bicentennial - unf - ceremony, and as such - “ she grunted again “ - must be done to leave a - guh - lasting impression.” Irontooth bellowed again as a massive, ten-foot bulge pushed out from his stomach, then bellowed again as Celestia’s gigantic balls smacked into his tender, spread rump.

“O-o-oh!” Celestia flung her head back, her eyes rolling up as she came. Her enormous balls actually retracted toward her body, her cock swelling up at the base before the orgasm broke free. Hundreds of thousands of gallons of cum spewed into Irontooth’s rear, filling him up and more as Celestia rode her much smaller partner for another thirty seconds.

Finally, with Irontooth’s belly nice and round with cum, Celestia’s orgasm stopped. She panted happily as he slid off, groaning with pleasure.

“That’s how you do it,” Celestia said. She smiled tiredly down at Twilight. “Any questions?”

Twilight shook her head. “Good,” Celestia said, patting her mountainous cock. “When we get back, we’ll have to have you practice on Spike.

“It’ll be good for the two of you, I think.”

Zecora's Bountiful Bust [Zecora] [Big Mac] [Soarin'] [Shining Armor] [Anthro] [Hyper Breasts] [Titfuck] [Nipple Fucking] [Gangbang]

Have a big breasted Zecora (like F or G cup) titty gang-banged (basically a bunch of guys take turns fucking her tits), with lots of tit-fucking and maybe a bit of nipple-fucking on both breasts.

Soarin’ just groaned as he felt the soft, pillowy mounds of Zecora’s breasts slide across his cock. It throbbed, hard, his flare swelling slightly and spewing a few generous drops of pre across her striped titflesh. “Oh, Celestia.”

“You…mmff…got that right,” grunted Shining Armor from right beside him. His member was currently six inches  deep into Zecora’s right nipple, which was more than big enough to take his size. He slowly slid all the way inside of her, his heavy, aching balls slapping against the underside of her breasts. “Your breasts, Zecora. They’re…”

“…incredible,” Soarin’ finished for him, panting.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said. He had his eyes closed, every bulging muscle on his arms and chest completely tense with erect pleasure as he slowly fucked Zecora’s left nipple. His massive, footlong cock thrust in and out of her, each time with a wet popping noise that left only a steady drip of precum mixed with zebra milk as evidence.

“You like my breasts?” Zecora said, her deep, feminine voice serving only to make the three’s boners even harder. All three stallions nodded. “How glad I am that you enjoy my chest.”

“Oh,” Soarin’ said, “I’m doing a bit more than enjoying it.” He shot her a cheeky grin, though the the effect was somewhat ruined when another throb of his cock brought another shot of precum to spray across Zecora’s ample chest.

She didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the amusement in her eyes deepened, and her voice lowered to a tone that could only be described as sultry.

“Good for stallions who love to fuck,” she said. She leaned over her breasts and breathed gently over Soarin’s twitching cock. He moaned softly, giving off a few more spurts of pre. This time, some even landed on her muzzle. She smiled.

“It’s good that I love your sexual muck.” And then, lovingly, she took a hold of her breasts in both hands and squeezed them together over Soarin’s cock. His breath came a little faster, his thrusts coming a little harder.

Zecora just smiled up at him and bent her head down until her mouth was directly beside a puddle of precum that he’d left on her bust. “Mm,” she murmured. “A delicious meal.”

Soarin squeezed his eyes tight as Zecora slowly drew her tongue across the puddle of precum, over the curve of her giant, bouncing breast, and right to the base of his cock.

“Oh Celestia, Zecora,” Soarin’ whimpered.

Her smiled widened. “Your cocks look quite enticing to feel.” And with that, she let go of her breasts - which flopped back into place, jiggling lightly - and reached out to take hold of Big Mac and Shining’s members. They groaned and fidgeted as she tightened her grip, then moaned as she guided them into her nipples, her hands sliding over their slick shafts as they pumped in and out of her.

“You are all doing very well,” Zecora said. She gave Big Mac’s cock a pat, and it burst with a few thick ropes of precum. Mac just kept on pumping, thrusting into Zecora’s bust as though he hadn’t even noticed.

Zecora licked her lips, savoring the salty taste on her tongue. “Your large arousal, my tricks shall quell.”

Loving Little Spike [Fluttershy] [Spike] [Foalcon] [Rape] [Size Difference]

Okie so how about fluttershy has a sexual list for spike and wants him all to herself and is willing to do anything to keep him, she is still pretty shy in public so she gets him to spend the night at her place where she acts more Pervy towards him and cuddles him more, but spike is unwilling to be sexual or with fluttershy, so she starts to get a little more assertive being as she is bigger than spike, :3

Fluttershy just watched Spike for a moment, watched the rise and fall of his little chest as he snored. He’d been a little unsure earlier about sleeping over at her place, but it was nice to see that he’d settled in comfortably. Fluttershy just smiled and softly stroked down one side of his cheek with a hoof.

He stirred, mumbling something in his sleep, but didn’t wake. Fluttershy almost giggled when, instead, he took a hold of her hoof and wrapped his claw around it. Well, that was practically an invitation!

It was easy enough to squeeze in beside him in his little bed, easy enough to take a hold of his little dragon body in hoof and hold him close to her chest. Spike stirred again at her touch, this time a bit more strongly, but she didn’t take any notice. Instead, she just held him against her, her hooves slowly roving across his tummy as her hips slowly thrust against his.

“…Fluttershy?” Spike’s voice squeaked timidly out over the silence of the cottage. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she said innocently. “Just cuddling with a friend.” She reached down a little further, her hoof poking and prodding at the space just above his groin until -

Spike smacked her hoof away and struggled free. He stood above her prone form, panting. “Fluttershy, what is all of this? That’s not cuddling!”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said. Her ears wilted slightly. “So you don’t like to cuddle?”

“I don’t like to do whatever that was. I just - ack!”

Spike grunted as Fluttershy leapt to her hooves and tackled him back down to the bed. He struggled and strained, trying to break free of her grasp, but she held him down good and tight. She almost sighed. It was too bad that he didn’t really know what he wanted, but then again, what animal did?

And he was just so adorable when he protested. How could she resist?

“Don’t worry, Spike,” she said, leaning in real close as he squirmed beneath her weight. Had he been another pony, or even a stallion, he could have escaped easily. Fluttershy wasn’t the strongest of ponies, and certainly not the heaviest. But even a baby dragon was even less than half Fluttershy’s size, and so he found himself well and truly pinned beneath Fluttershy’s body.

“Fluttershy - “

“It’s okay if you don’t like cuddling,” she said softly. She leaned over and planted a little kiss on his forehead. Her hips gently lowered onto the bed until she felt something short, but hard rubbing against her tummy. She smiled, moved her head down until she was face-to-face with Spike’s little dragon cock.

“We can try something else,” she said, and slowly slid his length into her mouth. Spike just whimpered softly.

The Smoke King [Cadance] [Sombra] [Transformation] [Vore] [Inflation]

King Sombra's attempt at using his smoke form to smother Cadence fails when she inhales him completely. Inflation/kinda vore.

Cadance’s eyes widened as Sombra’s form wavered, flickered - and then vanished into a cloud of smoke.

No. Wait. Her eyes narrowed. She could still feel his magic coming from that cloud, could feel his gaze on her body. It made her skin crawl.

Your love may be strong, a voice within the smoke - his voice - hissed. But without air to keep you alive… A harsh laughter filled the room. Too late, Cadance realized what he was going to do. Too late, she realized that opening her mouth to retort had been the wrong thing to do -

With a cackle, the cloud that had once been Sombra flung itself toward her, crossing the distance so quickly that she didn’t have even an instant to react. And then her eyes were watering, her chest was heaving as she struggled to take in air. Each breath came shorter than the last. She gave one last, shuddering breath.

And this one went down a little easier than the last. Cadance’s red, watering eyes widened. It couldn’t be. But she inhaled again - deeply, not with the struggling gasps of moments past - and felt her breathing come a little bit easier. More of the smoke came in to replace what she’d inhaled in seconds, but that split second was enough.

Again and again she inhaled, and each time, she felt her next breath come a little bit easier. Her every breath grew stronger, and soon, she felt as though she were swallowing Sombra down, rather than he “suffocating” her. She grinned to herself as she took another breath, feeling another whiff of smoke filling her belly.

Already she felt rather stretched - each time she exhaled, she breathed out carbon dioxide, but Sombra’s smoke form stayed in her belly. She could feel it rounding out beneath her, could feel herself getting more “stuffed” with smoke each time she gulped it down.

Now she did grin. The cloud of smoke was noticeably smaller than before, and for whatever reason, Sombra hadn’t noticed that the tables had been turned. Cadance just kept swallowing his new form down. She actually found herself enjoying the way his gaseous form bumped up against and filled her belly. It was almost like being full of soda bubbles. She would’ve burped, but figured it’d be best to keep as much of him inside of her as possible.

Her belly was bumping against the insides of her back thighs now. She could feel that the skin on top of it was good and tight, just like a drum. There was so little of Sombra left now -

No! she heard him cry. Cease this! She could see some parts of the smoke starting to whisp away from her. Trying to escape? She’d put a stop to that. The grin broadening on her muzzle, she prepared herself - and inhaled deeper than she’d ever inhaled before.

There came a high-pitched wail as the rest of Sombra’s form went tumbling into her mouth and down into her belly, swept there by the sheer power of Cadance’s lungs. She shut her mouth victoriously and swallowed. She could almost hear that wail echoing in her ears as her stomach bloated out even further, pushing out until it almost reached her legs.

She plopped back onto her haunches and groaned. She’d never felt so full. One hoof came up to pat and rub her massive, gurgling stomach. That made it a little better.

Inside of her belly, she suddenly felt an absence of pressure - and then an overabundance of it as the gas inside of her resolved into a fully physical pony. Sombra’s physical form filled her belly now, pushing it out even further in front of her. He shouted and twisted and squirmed against her from the inside, but all it did was tickle her.

Cadance just chuckled, softly rubbing her giant gut with both hooves. “Looks like you lose,” she said, smirking.

Sombra just screamed in rage. Cadance just rolled her eyes - and started looking around for anything she could gulp down to accompany him. Funnily enough, she was actually still feeling pretty hungry…

Cocksleeve [Thunderlane] [Sweetie Belle] [Size Difference] [Foalcon] [Light Bondage] [Stomach Bulge] [Public Sex]

Sweetie belle in socks getting fucked by thunderlane. Light bondage, public, anal, stomach bulging and sweetie being used as a cock sleeve for thunder lane... please?

Sweetie Belle moaned helplessly as Thunderlane nibbled her ear. His warm breath curled around her cheek, and her cheeks reddened until they felt like they were on fire. She twisted around, struggling to embrace him - but couldn’t. Her two front hooves had been tied together behind her back, and she’d been otherwise speared on the tip of his cock.

Though not just the tip. She moaned again as she felt Thunderlane’s flared cock slip past her sensitive, puffy asshole and prod against her insides. He’d only slipped halfway inside of her, his fat, rounded medial ring bulging against her ass cheeks, but she already felt completely full.

“Ngh,” Thunderlane grunted as he bottomed out inside of her. “Your ass is so tight.” He withdrew his cock a few inches and then slammed it again inside of her. This time, the upper half of his medial ring managed to squeeze its way inside, stretching her even harder than before.

She just moaned a third time. What was there to say, really, when your entire body was just one big pleasure center?

“Everypony can see us,” Thunderlane said. He was sitting back on his haunches, with Sweetie impaled on his cock right above his lap. And he was right. More and more ponies were gathering around to see the duo - pegasus and foal - eloping right in the middle of town.

Through her haze of pleasure, Sweetie spotted a rainbow-colored blob that looked like Rainbow Dash hovering above the crowd, and a smaller orange-colored blob beneath it. Then the rest of Thunderlane’s medial ring slipped inside of her with a wet-sounding pop and she lost all control of her body.

“You’re a good little cock sleeve,” Thunderlane murmured. He grabbed a hold of her mane with one hoof and jerked her head back. She cried out, though even that turned back to moans as he leaned over her and planted deep, wet kisses all over her neck. His kisses went up and down with her as his free hoof moved her up and down his shaft, spearing her with a little bit more length every time.

Sweetie struggled to break her front hooves free from behind her back, to reach her dripping, puffy clit and give herself a different kind of pleasure - but Thunderlane would have no part in it. She could feel his breath hot on her neck as his cock plunged deeper inside of her than ever before - and could hear his sharp intake of breath as her sock-covered hooves just barely came to rest on his swollen, churning balls.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck. That’s right. Take it all.”

Sweetie grunted and struggled to look down at herself. She could see a big, rounded bulge in the center of her stomach, straining against her coat as though she’d eaten too much candy. With a sense of vague awe, she shifted her hips around Thunderlane’s cock, and watched the bulge move around inside of her.

“That’s a good filly,” Thunderlane groaned. His cock twitched inside of her, spewed a few drops of precum. Sweetie thought she could see Rarity in the crowd, staring at her in some mix of disgust and horrified arousal. “That’s a very good filly.”

The Bigger Stallion [Soarin] [Big Mac] [Size Theft/Stealing] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Growth/Shrinking] [Muscle Growth] [Size Difference] [Domination]

Soarin' gets jealous/angry of Mac being the "stud" in town, uses an amulet he stole to steal some of Mac's "features" (Muscle/endowment/size theft, domination)

Big Mac looked down at Soarin’, quirked an eyebrow, and drawled: “What’re you gonna do with that little doohickey?”

Soarin’ just sneered up at him. “I’m going to even things out.” He clutched the amulet a little more tightly in his hoof.

Big Mac just snorted - and then choked as a bright golden haze bled through the air around him. He felt it seeping through his coat, into his body, and somehow even deeper than that.

“Oh, yeah,” Soarin’ groaned. He rolled his neck as the same aura, only brighter, flickered around him. “That feels good.”

Big Mac grunted. Suddenly, his whole body felt a whole lot heavier. Looking down at his chest, he could see the muscle there falling away. His legs wobbled beneath him, and he realized that they were getting thinner, weaker, and less muscular by the second.

He collapsed back onto his haunches, wincing, just as Soarin’ flexed his. “There we go,” Soarin’ said. His legs were bulking up, slowly but surely, and his chest and rear were already thicker with long stretches of thick, corded muscle. He exhaled harshly, grinning to himself. Mac could swear he saw two spurts of steam rush out of the pegasus’ nostrils.

It wasn’t long before Mac found himself staring directly into Soarin’s eyes - not, as he was used to, looking down into them, but looking forward, from an even height. Big Mac groaned as the glow around his body flared. He felt himself shrink a few inches, even as Soarin’ grew even taller.

“Now that’s more like it!” Soarin’ smirked down at him. By now, they’d completely reversed sizes - Soarin’ was sure to be the largest stallion in all of Ponyville, towering above most of the other ponies for miles around. And Big Mac was…average. Weaker, maybe, than the average stallion, but not by much. But as he watched Soarin’ flex and growl under his breath, his growing muscles bulging and throbbing even as Big Mac’s faded, he had a feeling that the other stallion wasn’t going to stop there.

Soarin’ just groaned and flexed as the amulet fed him more and more size and strength. Keep it coming, his mind demanded. More. More. He felt a powerful stirring between his legs, and glanced down between them. A two-foot horsecock, its head flared almost too wide to fit comfortably in any pony’s muzzle, thumped against his stomach.

It stretched all the way from his crotch to just a few inches away from his chest. A heavy, orange-sized pair of balls dangled between his legs. As he watched, each one bloated up a little more with cum. He could feel his seed sloshing around inside, their volume growing by the second.

Before Big Mac could react, Soarin’ had lunged forward and pinned him to the ground. “Let’s take a look at your little prick,” Soarin’ said, sneering, and before Macintosh knew it his fully erect cock had plopped out of its sheath and stretched over his belly. It didn’t even reach five inches.

Mac swallowed. The mares in town had once called him “Big Mac” for more reasons than one. Now…

“Not so big now, are you?” Soarin’ gloated. Big Mac gulped. Already, he could see Soarin’s enormous cock growing even longer, passing two-and-a-half-feet even as his own shrunk down to two inches, each of his balls just barely the size of a chestnut. Meanwhile, Soarin’s massive body pressed down on him, his gigantic cock oozing precum onto Big Mac’s tiny, shrunken chest. Mac couldn’t have been larger than a filly by now; meanwhile, Soarin’ could have been even taller than Celestia herself.

Soarin’ grinned and pressed down even harder. His gigantic, throbbing cock served as the perfect-sized weight to keep Mac pressed to his back. He didn’t even need a single one of his enormous, muscled legs to keep Mac down. Mac just grunted, struggling to breathe as he shrunk down another inch, and Soarin’ added another.

Finally, the golden haze disappeared, leaving behind a gigantic, horny Soarin’ - and a tiny, weak, tiny-cocked Big Mac. Mac just stared in shock and sorrow at his inch-long cock, his tiny, laughable legs.

And Soarin’ just grinned down at him. “Much better.”

Big On the Beach [Cadance] [Shining Armor] [Twilight] [Anthro] [Public Indecency] [Macro/Giantess] [Hyper Breasts] [Growth] [Size Difference]

An anthro macro snippet with Cadence and Shining Armor at the beach, please? Cadence asks Shining to lather her up with sunscreen. What he doesn't know is that it has a growth formula mixed in.

“How’s that, honey?”

Cadance groaned quietly. “Mm.”

Shining chuckled. He was crouched over Cadance’s back, one foot on either side of her. Around them, the sounds of the beach filled the air: crashing waves, shouting kids, chattering gulls. “Sounds like you’re enjoying this as a little more than just a safety measure.”

“Can I help it if my husband has magical hands?” Cadance smiled to herself. She spread her legs a little wider on the towel, careful not to let any sand get on. Her belly felt warm, and her back even warmer.

She groaned again as Shining’s masterful hands massaged her right shoulder. Officially, he was applying sunscreen to her - she’d always burned easily, and wanted to be able to enjoy her vacation without getting an itchy, peeling coat. Unofficially, she just loved letting him touch her - all of her - and in public, too. She’d been sick and tired of all the “propriety” that came with being the Princess of an empire. She was the alicorn of love, dammit!

And then, un-unofficially… A certain Twilight Sparkle was currently holed up on a sand dune a few hundred meters away, bearing a beach chair, a pair of sunglasses, and a set of binoculars. She had her eyes fixed on the bottle of sunscreen. She had plans - and it looked like the happy Royal Couple was playing right into them.

Cadance groaned a third time as Shining’s hands moved down to massage the sunscreen into her lower back. “Shiny, that feels good.”

“Okay,” he said. “Now you’re definitely enjoying this too much.” But he didn’t stop. If anything he just rubbed her a little harder, a little deeper.

Meanwhile, the potion that Twilight had left in the sunscreen went to work. Cadance squirmed atop her towel as, slowly, her body began to grow. Her limbs grew longer, her shoulders widened, and even her chest began to swell until her already-generous breasts had pushed her chest a few extra inches off of the ground. She just groaned, too lost in bliss to be concerned with a few extra inches.

It wasn’t until Cadance’s rear started to fill the space between Shining’s legs that he noticed the changes. He’d been crouched down on Cadance’s thighs, leaning forward and totally focused on his work, only pausing every so often to squirt another dose of lotion onto his palms. But as Cadance passed six-foot-six (from a previous height of six-foot-one) and hit just under seven feet, Shining had no choice but to take note of the wobbling, generous ass that was now growing and grinding against his crotch.

“Uh,” he said dumbly. “Honey?”

“Keep going,” Cadance mumbled.

“But - “

“Keep going,” she insisted. Shining just flushed and went back to work.

Back in the sandbar, Twilight had her right hand somewhere in between her legs. Her left held the binoculars up to her eyes so tightly that it might as well have been screwed in place.

Cadance had stopped inching, and was now definitely growing. She squirmed and moaned, flexing her lengthening arms every so often as she passed seven feet, still lying down. Shining, preoccupied with rubbing, found his blush spreading across his cheeks as Cadance’s whole body grew larger, curvier, and even slightly more muscular beneath him. The second Cadance hit eight feet - which was, coincidentally, the instant that a nearby couple took notice of the growing alicorn - Shining’s swimsuit began to strain against his raging, hardening erection.

He started to thrust his hips a little bit, really grinding his package against Cadance’s larger - and growing - ass. He didn’t really have a clue what was going on, but whatever it was, he’d long since decided that he liked it. By the time she hit nine feet, only his toes were still in contact with the ground below him.

“Feeling a little frisky, huh?” Cadance mumbled, grinning. With a grunt, she slowly turned over - and darted to catch Shining as he fell off of her thighs with a shriek.

“What the - ?” She looked him over, blinking. Maybe it was the fact that he suddenly seemed much smaller. Maybe it was the fact that she’d caught him in two hands, and was currently holding him just inches above the ground while sitting down. Or maybe it was the fact that she could only see the upper two-thirds of his body, with her newly magnificent bust more than obscuring the rest.

She blinked again, and then scowled playfully. “Twilight?”

Shining shrugged innocently. “Your guess is as good as mine.” The bulge in his trunks was more than just noticeable by now. If Cadance had to, she would’ve guessed that all thirteen inches of his stallionhood were straining and pushing against that poor little waistband. Then again…

She glanced down at herself. Sure enough, her bikini was more than ready to snap as well, having stretched far and thin enough that it seemed to cover her fist-sized nipples and private parts and just about nothing else. She carefully set Shining down on her lap - he looked so tiny and adorable like that, especially now that he was only two-thirds her size - and peered down at him over her big, round breasts.

“I’m guessing it was the lotion?” she said. Shining nodded. A smile spread across her face. “Well, why’d you stop?”

Instantly, the blush was back on Shining’s face, accompanied by an ear-to-ear, wavering grin. “Keep going?”

Cadance took both of Shining’s wrists in her hands (which was now laughably easy, her much larger fingers encircling his entire arm with little effort) and pressed his hands against her bouncing boobs. She grinned as sultrily as she knew how. “If Twilight wants a show, then let’s give her one.”

The Ocean [Rainbow Dash] [Futa] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Gratuitous Cum] [Impossibly Productive Balls]

Impossibly productive Futa!Dash taints Ponyville's water supply, replacing all the water and weather in Ponyville with her own cum.

Rainbow Dash glanced over her shoulder. Nopony was watching her, at least not from anywhere she could see. Good.

She smirked and plopped back on her haunches. The Ponyville reservoir rose up before her, its clear, filtered water glittering in the light of the noonday sun. All of the water here became clouds, became drinking water, became showers. It was one of the most vital - though unseen - parts of life in Ponyville.

And Dash was about to make it her own.

Dash bit her lips as her stallionhood emerged from its sheath, growing longer and longer until it stood at its full size of sixteen inches. It bobbed above her belly, the flared head inviting her to lean down, to give it a nice, moist, suck. But Rainbow Dash had more important things to do today, and it all rested with the two grapefruit-sized testicles sitting quietly between her legs.

She shifted her weight, chuckling as her cock slapped against her chest and her balls sloshed loudly. A bit of pre was already starting to drool from her tip. Looked like she was ripe and rarin’ to go. She took a moment to massage her balls gently, her enormous cock twitching and flaring beneath her chin as she felt the cum churning inside of her sack.

Finally, she was ready. She stood up on her hind legs - it wasn’t hard (though she certainly was); she’d always had a good sense of balance, and her wings helped to balance the weight of her sizable package - and pointed her member directly toward the reservoir.

One stroke of her hoof, and the whole thing throbbed, as if preparing itself for the flood soon to come. Another stroke, and her entire lower body tensed, flexed, tightened. She bit down on her lip, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead as she slowly started the third pump.

Another pony might have needed a few minutes, at least, to bring themselves to orgasm. For a pony as cum-filled, horny, and erect as Dash, though, the three pumps were more than enough.

Her hips bucked with her cock as the tension in her crotch reached a peek. The flare swelled even further as her balls pulled toward her body. A fat, throbbing bulge emerged from the base of her cock and moved upward, stretching her urethra almost unbearably wide with the volume of the ocean she was about to unleash.

With a cry, Dash flung back her head and thrust her hips forward. A veritable geyser of cum spewed forth from her tip, her balls swelling and pulsing with her cock as they pushed gallon after gallon of hot, steamy seed out of her tip. She felt like she was channeling a river of pure sex, so full were her balls and cock. And all of it was going into the reservoir.

Already, a puddle of thick, creamy white was gathering at the top of the water closest to her. Some of it sunk, and some of it floated, but all of her spunk clung together in a giant, growing cloud of virility. Dash groaned and grunted, the pressure in her cock and balls doubling with the rate at which cum flooded forth from her tip, more and more draining into the lake with each passing second. Her grapefruit-sized balls bobbed and sloshed between her legs, with the eruption from her dick as the only evidence of their ocean-like contents.

The white puddle spread as dozens of gallons turned to hundreds, Dash’s balls contracting and throbbing with pleasure every second that she came. Soon enough, a section of the lake that must have been twenty meters across was covered in a thick, creamy white. Birds resting in the water began to quack and squawk with distress as waves of Dash’s cum splashed against their wings, driving them to take flight.

More and more cum erupted from her cock. Her near-limitless balls weren’t beginning to feel even halfway empty, but nearly the entire surface of the reservoir was covered in her cum by now. As Dash’s orgasm went on and on, there was soon no more water to be seen - only an endless expanse of thick, creamy white that would soon be raining down from the skies, filling ponies’ cups, and washing their naked bodies.

Dash shuddered, biting her lips and closing her eyes as she continued to jerk off madly, trying to milk every second of her orgasm as much as she could. Soon, the entire lake was more than full of her cum. Soon, the waterline started to rise.

And still, Dash came.

The Royal Cockwarmer [Sombra] [Double Diamond] [Anthro] [Hyper Cock] [Fat] [Domination] [Gay]

Double Diamond Is King sombra's Servant.. King sombra is enormously fat, and sits on, plays with, and uses him as his cock warmer/belly rest. Both of them would be anthro.

Sombra pounded his belly. Like a drum, its thunderous vibrations rang out through the throne room, his entire massive gut and moobs jiggling like jello. He groaned as his fat ripples and shook, the smack still ringing in his ears. Gods, but it felt good whenever he did that.

Another half-second passed before he grew impatient. Scowling lightly, Sombra leaned over his belly - being far too large to stand up easily - and called out: “Servant! What are you waiting for!”

“Coming, your majesty! Coming!”

Almost as soon as the last word left Sombra’s mouth, Double Diamond crashed through the servants’ door. He was babbling what sounded like a stream of apologies, but Sombra had already tuned them out, instead choosing to focus on another sense entirely.

Diamond was already nude, Sombra noted approvingly. His queen must have been doing a good job of training him. His cock slapped against his thighs with every step, and it was hard for the greedy king to keep his eyes from hovering over each and every part of Diamond’s body, from the lean muscle on his arms to his thick, corded thighs, and even to his wide, almost feminine hips. Sombra smirked to himself, chuckling darkly in the back of his mind. Oh, yes. Double Diamond would do well.

Double Diamond bowed low to the ground before him, but Sombra would have none of it. “Get up,” he barked. “And get over here.”

Diamond slowly rose and approached. He made sure to keep his vision below the King’s. “Yes, your majesty?”

Sombra ignored him. “Mm,” he purred. He reached out one flabby arm and laid it on Diamond’s flaccid cock. The smaller stallion startled, but didn’t otherwise react. His member looked smaller than Sombra’s own (which was both good and bad; Sombra couldn’t permit any stallion larger than he in his kingdom, but he always enjoyed stealing their excess size and adding it to his own to fix things), but his tennis-ball-sized testicles hung fat and heavy between his legs. Sombra licked his lips hungrily. He could feel his own balls churning and sloshing beneath his mountainous gut, more than ready to spill their seed.

Not yet, though. “Do you like this?” Sombra asked idly, his sausage-thick fingers still stroking up and down Double Diamond’s shaft. To his credit, Diamond’s cock barely twitched, and he let out just the barest of whimpers. Good. It wouldn’t do for a servant to have no self-control.

Diamond’s mouth quivered. “I will like it if my King likes it.”

Good answer. “Then I like it,” Sombra said. His hand slipped a little lower until it was fondling the top of Diamond’s balls. “In the future, give honest answers to my questions. Lay a hand on my stomach.”

“My King, I cannot touch your person. I - “

“I gave you an order.” Sombra glared down at Double Diamond. “Do you dare disobey your King?”

“No, your majesty,” Diamond quickly said. Slowly, hesitantly, he raised his hand and lowered it back down onto Sombra’s gut. Sombro groaned a bit as he felt Double Diamond’s fingers pressing into his fat, his stomach jiggling slightly around the point of contact.

“Do you enjoy that?” Sombra asked.

Double Diamond nodded quickly. “Very much, your majesty.”

“Very good.” Sombra noted approvingly that Double Diamond’s cock was beginning to rise. A controlled servant was one thing, but a servant without a libido was no use to him at all. “You like my gut?” Another nod. “Tell me why.”

Double Diamond bit his lip and shifted his hips a little. “It’s…just so big. Your majesty. So enormous, so soft, so powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Would you like to feel it even more?”

Double Diamond gulped, then nodded.

“On your knees.” Sombra’s voice now had a bit of an edge to it. “In front of me. Now.”

Sombra smiled to himself as Double Diamond quickly knelt down. A crackling black shadow surrounded his horn as he levitated his gargantuan, gurgling gut a few inches into the air.

“You’re going to be my cockwarmer,” Sombra said pleasantly. “My official one, at that.” His own cock, a royal eighteen inches and change, was already hard. It rubbed against the bottom of his fat gut, throbbing every time he lifted it an inch more. “And, seeing as I’m such a bountiful stallion as well, you’re going to serve as the royal belly-rest as well. Every day while I’m at court, you will hold my cock in your ass and my belly on your back as I eat and rule. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your majesty.” This time, Double Diamond’s voice was barely a squeak. Sombra’s grin deepened.

“Then back up, O Royal Cockwarmer. And let us begin.”

Inappropriate Company [Shining Armor] [Cadance] [Rarity] [Rainbow Dash] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls]

After Princess Cadance bragged in front of her friends about how freakishly hung Shining Armor is they demanded proof. She lured Shining Armor into a moderately awkward situation and measures him in front of her friends, perhaps even proves that she is actually capable of taking him! Kinks: Hyper cock, duh. Go nuts otherwise.

“Darling, you can’t be serious.”

Cadance’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “Oh, I’m perfectly serious, Rarity.”

“Come on!” Rainbow Dash burst out laughing. “Nopony’s that big. Not even Big Mac is - “ She cut off halfway through and flushed bright red.

Cadance raised an eyebrow. Oh? There might be something there. But she could don the mantle of the Princess of Love later. Right now, there was a bet to be won. “Tell you what: if I’m lying, I’ll buy the two of you an all-expenses-paid trip down to Las Pegasus.”

“Done.” Dash’s grin soon faded, though. “And, uh, how exactly are we supposed to find out?”

“Oh, he’s just in the next room.” Cadance winked at the two other mares. “Honey!” she called. “Would you kindly come join us for a moment?”

“Coming!”

The door to the sitting room creaked open, and Shining Armor peeked his head through. “What’s up, Cadance?”

Cadance smiled wickedly. “Oh, we just wanted to see something about you.”

Shining stepped fully through and let the door swing shut behind him. “Well, I’m right here. What’d you need?”

“To see how big you are.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, chuckling. “You guys can see that easy. I - “

“No,” Cadance cut in, her smile growing even wider. “How big you are.”

Something in her voice cut right through Shining’s facade. His laughter died instantly. Then, his eyes darted from Dash to Rarity, and then back to his wife, who were eyeing him with looks of excitement, curiosity, and hunger, respectively.

“Nope,” he said quickly. “Nuh-uh.”

Cadance’s horn glimmered, and she slid him a foot or two closer. “Come on, honey. I’m just here to win a bet.”

“But - “

“Do it, and I’ll get you a whole package of bonbons.”

Shining’s eyes were suddenly wide-open. “The little ice-cream ones?” Cadance nodded. “Well…alright.”

He glanced around for a place to sit, and finally settled on an unoccupied loveseat. There, he plopped himself down, his legs spread wide for all to see.

“Have at it, lover boy,” Dash said, smirking. “Let’s see.”

Shining’s cheeks were bright red again. He gave Cadance a meaningful look, and she nodded in return. Biting his lip, he slowly reached down to his crotch and started rubbing in small circles around his sheath.

Rarity pursed her lips as Shining’s stallionhood plopped onto his lap. Normally, as a lady, she’d thoroughly disapprove of this total breach in propriety, but there was just some kind of a rush in seeing a married mare’s husband in all his - as it were - glory.

And glory it was. Shining looked to be nearly eight inches long, flaccid. Rarity’s eyebrow shot up into her forehead, but Dash was already saying what she’d been thinking in the back of her mind.

“So he’s a shower,” Dash said. “So what?” Rarity silently nodded in agreement.

The next thing to emerge from his sheath were his balls. Somehow, neither mare had noticed the obvious bulge beneath his stomach, but when Shining’s testicles dropped below his crotch, each one gasped. Shining’s nuts were the size of grapefruit, and each one bobbed beneath his rising cock. The sloshing inside of them was audible. The sheer amount of cum inside of each -

Rarity gave Cadance a wide-eyed look. The princess just giggled.

Shining continued to rub. His cock, now twitching and occasionally leaking a few drops of pre, had passed ten inches handily and was now somewhere in the vicinity of twelve. Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, was watching with renewed interest. So he wasn’t a shower, and it looked like he had a pretty big dick, but that didn’t really mean that much. So he had a big dick. Big Mac had had bigger.

And then Shining’s cock surged past sixteen inches, and Dash got real interested.

Seventeen. Eighteen. Twenty - his balls slapping against his thighs as Shining really started to get into it, grunting and squeezing his cock between his hooves. Instead of drops, a steady line of precum was now beginning to drool from his tip. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Two feet.

Neither mare noticed it, but Rainbow Dash was beginning to salivate. Rarity shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unable to deny the moistness that was beginning to grow between her own legs. Her hoof began to creep down toward her crotch - surely just one touch would be acceptable, at least in the sight of that gigantic pillar of stallionhood.

But Shining Armor wasn’t done quite yet. With a few more grunts and a groan thrown in for good measure, he worked his shaft with well-practiced hooves until it was level with his forehead. There, the growth slowly tapered off until it stopped, with his tip just about level with the point of his horn. He groaned softly and let his hooves fall away. Bobbing before him, above a pair of balls that looked to be swelling even larger with cum by the second, his shaft must have been as long as a hoofball bat, and as wide around as a cantaloupe. Meanwhile, his balls had reached the size of small melons themselves, swaying gently between his quivering legs.

Shining came to his senses, panting as a small amount of sweat dripped down his forehead. “There,” he said, a small, but proud smile on his muzzle. “There you go.”

Wordlessly, Rarity levitated a measuring tape from her hoofbag. Both hers and Dash’s eyes nearly popped out of their skulls when they saw the final number: Thirty-one inches.

“I - “ Rarity licked her lips. In fact, her entire jaw was quivering, though whether from shock or a drive to smack her muzzle right onto that enormous, fat, throbbing -

She tried to shake herself out of it, failed, and swallowed hard. It filled her vision: that titanic, meaty, gently swaying testament to Shining Armor’s stallionhood.

“And did you know,” Cadance said lightly, “that I can take it all?”

Rarity was surprised that she didn’t pass out.

A Growing Pleasure [OC-Only] [Changeling] [Macro] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Futa] [Growth] [Cum Inflation] [Stomach Bulge] [Size Difference]

I got one, well one with many, i don't think it has been done/seen before, but i love this idea: [Hyper, futa (if possible) growth/macro, excessive cum] a changeling growing from sex/pleasure, the growth piles up until climax. then the changeling shrinks back to normal, just to go at it again.

Wasp grunted and grinned as she felt her cock bottom out inside of the mare she’d been fucking. It always happened - she was a sizable specimen, with a “stallionhood” naturally peaking at just under twelve inches - but it was always a wonderful sensation.

“You like that, little pony?” Wasp hissed. Her wings buzzed madly behind her as her clit dripped sweet, sticky nectar onto the ground. “You like being filled up?”

The mare just moaned, her tight walls contracting around Wasp’s shaft. Wasp just bit her lip, her fangs poking over the bottom of her muzzle as she shuddered in pleasure. The rhythm of her thrusts lined up almost perfectly with the rhythm of the mare’s contractions, Wasp’s grunts echoing the pony’s cries of orgasm.

“Mm,” Wasp said. She closed her eyes and thrust in again. “But we can get you fuller.”

She pulled out, savoring the long, wet schlick of her massive cock. She focused her every sense on that feeling of tightness, of sex that seemed to encompass every fiber of her being. The sound of her fat, sloshing balls smacking against the mare’s ass filled her ears. She seized that sound and held tight, fantasizing about spilling that seed inside.

And Wasp began to grow.

As her pleasure mounted, so did her size. Slowly, inch by inch, her jagged “horn” began to rise above the ground even as her legs lengthened and her torso thickened. Her cock, too proud to be left behind, surged in size as well. Soon, it filled the pony mare so much that Wasp could feel the way her tight stomach was holding Wasp’s growing cock inside. She shifted her hips upward and groaned as she felt her cock-bulge sliding across the mare’s stomach.

The mare moaned, cumming again and again. Her own sweet juices ran down the length of Wasp’s cock as the changeling filled her up.

By now, Wasp would have been around the size of a large stallion had any been around to compare. Lucky for their egos, none were. Her throbbing, leaking, bulging cock was an incredible specimen, now stretching so far as to reach just beneath Wasp’s chest. The mare cried out in pleasure and some pain as Wasp rutted her mercilessly. Soon, Wasp was big enough that she actually had to crouch down a few inches in order to comfortably keep her cock inside of its sleeve.

That “sleeve” was becoming more and more so with each passing moment. As Wasp reached - and passed - the size of an alicorn, the mare beneath her groaned, writhing and twisting around the cock that’d speared her. But Wasp was too enamored with the pleasure her little cocksock was giving her to stop or slow down now. Plopping back onto her haunches, she took the little pony mare in both hooves and pulled her down.

The mare let out a wordless, gurgling cry as Wasp’s monstrous, throbbing cock bulged upward through her belly, stretching it so much that for a moment it seemed like there was more stomach than mare. Froth began to line the mare’s lips, but the emotional connection that Wasp had forged before beginning carried only raging, mindless bliss.

Wasp spread her legs wide as she hit another growth spurt. By now, she could have easily looked down on Princess Celestia, even sitting down. She must have been just over eleven feet tall standing up. Instead of doing numbers, though, she just kept pumping, literally “filling” the entirety of the mare up with her cock before pulling her back up, pausing, and thrusting her back down.

Her balls churned and sloshed, the tension at the base of her cock growing until it could be borne no more. With a cry, Wasp let her orgasm free, and each of her pony-sized balls set about to pouring its volume of cum into the poor mare’s belly. A second, smaller bulge sprouted in the mare’s stomach just above Wasp’s cock-tip, the sheer pressure and force of Wasp’s orgasm forcing the poor pony’s body to expand even further.

Wasp grunted and sweated as the mare’s mind went totally blank with pleasure. Gallons and gallons and gallons of cum flooded out from Wasp’s throbbing cock, filling up the mare’s belly and swelling it until she looked like nothing more than a cum-filled balloon, her belly jiggling like a full condom.

Her orgasm finally began to taper off, the river of cum settling into a stream, and finally shrinking into a trickle. Wasp just groaned. The dizziness set in quickly, and soon she found herself shrinking back down to size. That was the way it always was - the orgasm left her, and so did the size.

But the mare-balloon, her stomach fat and round with sloshing cum, didn’t get off so easily. She just lay there on her belly, groaning and panting with pleasure and exertion. Her hooves wiggled helplessly in the air, powerless to reach or touch the ground.

Wasp found herself panting as she hit normal changeling size again. Between her legs, though, her cock was already beginning to harden once more. She licked her lips and placed a tender hoof around her shaft, and looked up at the groaning mare above her.

Slowly, Wasp smiled. She could already feel her balls filling up again.

A Worthwhile Apology [Discord] [Smooze] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Goo Fetish] [Growth]

Discord apologizes to Smooze... sexually.

“Come on, baby,” Discord cooed. “Don’t be like that.”

The Smooze shied away from at him at first. Its gelatinous mass quivered at him, and Discord was fairly sure that he saw that amorphous mouth turn to a snarl, or at the very least a scowl.

“But Smooze, I know how to make it up to you.” A perverted grin slowly spread across Discord’s face. He stood up tall, both paws outstretched.

The Smooze “looked” at him in askance.

“Now you don’t see it,” Discord said, wiggling an eyebrow. “And now…”

He passed his lion’s claw over his groin. As it lifted from his previously bare crotch, it left behind an enormous, throbbing cock. With each inch that his paw moved, another inch of leg-thich draconequus meat emerged, until a solid two feet of dick were quivering, tall and proud, between Discord’s legs.

Small bits of gooey “drool” began to drip from the Smooze’s “mouth.” Discord chuckled. “Just like old times, right Smoozie? Just like in the dorm.” His massive cock leapt from his crotch - literally displaced itself from his body - and beckoned alluringly at the Smooze as though it were a finger. Between his legs, two melon-sized nuts softly sloshed and swayed.

“Come on,” Discord cooed again. “Just as a present.”

He’d barely finished his sentence before the Smooze “leapt” into the air - its gelatinous mass bulging down toward the ground before springing back up - and landed right on his cock. It shivered around his shaft and let out a low, pleased gurgle.

Discord closed his eyes, biting his lip. “Ooh. I’d forgotten how good you felt around me, Smoozie. Like one big lump of lube, but fuckable.” His eyes opened, glimmering with mischief. “Let’s see if you’re as wonderful a sex toy as I remember.”

With a mighty grunt, Discord pulled his hips back until just the head of his massive cock was still inside the Smooze, and then plunged his member forward until it had gone nearly all the way through to the other side. Discord shivered, loving the feeling of the warm, oozing gelatin around his cock, which was throbbing larger and larger with every passing second. As it leaked copious amounts of precum inside of the Smooze’s body, he could clearly see the clear-colored pre slowly turning a darker shade of green.

“Still hungry - I’m not surprised.” Discord spread his paws wide and squeezed the Smooze over his cock. Somehow, the surface tension was high enough for the warm, oozing blob to keep its surface tension, and the Smooze merely gurgled endearingly as Discord molded it into a fat, rounded sleeve for his cock.

“Mmff,” Discord grunted, thrusting again and again into his makeshift fleshlight. The Smooze squeaked cutely with each shove of Discord’s length through its soft, squishy depths.

“You like that, Smoozie?” Discord raised an eyebrow at the Smooze’s answering gurgle. “Well, how about we turn up the pressure?” He snapped his fingers, braced his crotch - and let his orgasm free.

Ropes and ropes of thick, hot semen burst forth from his cock. His balls swelled and churned as they blasted out enough of Discord’s seed to fill a good-sized balloon. And, just like a balloon, the Smooze swelled in turn, turning Discord’s cum into ooze as fast as he could put it out, and growing ever larger by the second.

Discord’s orgasmfinally tapered off when the Smooze was somewhere in the vicinity of ten feet tall, its entire mass roiling and gurgling happily. Discord sighed as his cock slipped free of the Smooze’s mass, and with a wave of his paw, put it away once more.

“So,” he said, smirking up at the Smooze. “Feel any better?”

The Smooze’s answering gurgle shook the entire room.

Cousin Maud [Big Mac] [Maud Pie] [Pinkie Pie] [Rainbow Dash] [Amazon/Giantess] [Muscle] [Size Difference] [Hyper Breasts] [Hyper Cock] [Futa] [Anthro]

Amazon Maud casually embarassing Big Mac with her own big body (muscles and futacock)

“So you really lift that much?” Dash didn’t look convinced. “I don’t believe it.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said. “Care to see, Miss Dash?”

“Go for it, big guy.”

With a nod, Big Mac crouched down into a squat. His thick, corded thighs bulged against the fabric of his shorts, and his chest seemed even more impressive when it was straining against his shirt, his two thimble-sized nipples clearly visible through the dampened cloth. He rubbed his hands together, his biceps flexing casually as he did so, and reached down to get a good grip on the barbell.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes opened wider and wider as Big Mac, slowly but surely, lifted the barbell into the air. That thing must have been five hundred pounds, but, grunting and sweating as he was, Mac still looked to be more than up to the task of lifting it. With a final groan of effort, he got it up over his head and held it there, elbows slightly bent.

Big Mac just looked down at Dash and grinned. Every part of his body was flexed, bulging almost larger than life. He said one word: “Eeyup.”

Dash stared, then began to laugh. “Crap, Mac! You’re incredible!”

Mac’s grin just widened. Slowly at first, he began to pump reps with the barbell. He doubted there was another pony in Ponyville who could have lifted it, let alone pumped it with the ease he was currently putting out. One rep. Two reps. Three. He could feel his enormous muscles flexing and relaxing with each motion, and loved every twitch of his body. Somewhere between his legs, too, “Little Mac” was stirring. Macintosh had always gotten excited from a good workout, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass up - especially with Rainbow Dash in here.

As he pumped, groaned, and flexed, his member chubbed up more and more, his balls swelling with cum beneath his straining gym shorts. Had he bothered to look, he would have seen the growing expression of shock in Rainbow’s eyes - and he would have loved it. There were few things in the world that Big Macintosh loved to be reminded of more than his size. Ever since he’d hit sixteen, he’d been the biggest stallion in all of Ponyville. While he’d never needed to bring it up, everypony had known it.

On and on his massive rod grew, chubbing up past six, eight, ten inches -

With a mighty roar, Big Mac lifted the barbell up over his head for his twentieth rep. Twenty! That must have been a new record for him! He’d never -

“Ooh! Dashie! Mackie!”

With a surprised grunt, Mac let the barbell drop to the floor. It hit the ground with a crash, shaking the entire barn. Some part of his brain silently gave thanks for the fact that he hadn’t dropped it on top of his feet.

“What the - “ he said. “Pinkie Pie!”

“Ooh! Yes! That’s me!” Pinkie positively bounced inside, her tall floppy hair springing and sproinging with every step. “I wanted you to meet someone!”

Mac just stared. “Who?”

“My cousin Maud! She’s visiting Ponyville from the rock farm!”

Rock farm. Cousin. Right. Big Mac remembered AJ mentioning something about this. Slowly, the shock of dropping the weight began to leave his mind, and a wry grin spread across his face. “Alrighty. Where is she?” He wondered what this “cousin” looked like - surely she’d be a heck of a lot similar to Miss Pie.

“Ooh! She’s right outside!”

“Then bring her right in,” Mac said, nodding. He reached around for a towel to wipe off his forehead. It’d be nice to meet somepony new.

Pinkie didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, Maud!”

Big Mac knew something was wrong when, the second the last word sang off of Pinkie’s lips, the floor of the barn shook. An enormous, grey-furred hand reached through the front door of the barn - from the top of the eight-foot opening - and, slowly, a mare’s featured bent down into view.

Big Mac stared, wide-eyed and dry-mouthed, as Miss Maud Pie squeezed herself through the door. At first, it was difficult to get an idea of her true size; as she bent over to fit through the doorway, she had to nearly double down to her waist. The size of her bust - bulging so far past her chest that had the barn door not been extra wide, she surely would have shattered it - left his jaw hanging and his cheeks even more red than usual.

“I - “ he sputtered. “Bwuh.”

Maud Pie slowly drew herself up. It was a long and arduous process, but from the way something seemed to be stirring beneath that tree-sized skirt, it certainly wasn’t unappreciated. At first glance, the mare’s features were nothing like Pinkie’s: blank, staring, carefully neutral. At second glance, they proved even more dissimilar.

Where Pinkie Pie was a bit squat, and more than a bit chubby, Maud Pie was absolutely covered in thick, bulging muscle. Each one of her biceps - unflexed! - looked to be even bigger than one of Big Mac’s legs. He’d spent years bulking those up. As she finally reached her full height, Big Mac felt his jaw drop even further. He’d spent years being the tallest stallion in Ponyville; a stallion with a height of six-foot-six could enjoy a very comfortable life looking down on the rest of the citizenry. But this Maud Pie absolutely towered above him! He must have just barely reached her nipples - her big, bulging nipples, some part of his mind noted, which each looked as large as his fist. Just meeting her eyes made his neck hurt!

As Mac gulped, twitched, and began to sweat, Pinkie Pie cheered and giggled. “Welcome to the Apple Farm, Maud!” she said, clapping. “These are Big Mac and Rainbow Dash! Though Dashie doesn’t live here.”

Maud didn’t really reply; instead, she just moved her head down a fraction of an inch. Then, without warning, she bent over, one gigantic hand outstretched. Those sausage-thick fingers looked like they were heading right for -

Big Mac jumped out of the way just as the amazon Maud closed her fist around his barbell. She hefted it up to her waist - almost to his eyes! - with all the ease of a toddler lifting up a rattle. “You dropped this,” she said, her voice a droning  monotone.

Big Mac gulped. He’d struggled to lift that damned thing at all, and here she was picking it up with all of the annoyance of swatting a fly! He eyed the muscles bulging and rolling beneath her tight clothes, and briefly wondered how he could have ever thought he was, in any way, “big.”

But that wasn’t the end of it. As Big Mac watched, the “stirring” beneath Maud’s skirt slowly became something a lot more concrete. It started with just the tiip, but soon, a full-size (if not oversize) cock began to emerge from between her legs, the fabric sliding down along its shaft as if it were nothing.

Big Mac’s sweating intensified as he watched that mountain of a stallionhood grow until it towered above his head. It must have been as thick around as his chest, and almost two-thirds as tall as he way! Maud just kept her eyes one him, still proferring the massive “weight” in one hand, as her lifting skirt revealed the two enormous, sloshing orbs between her tree-trunk thighs.

Maud caught onto the direction of his vision and raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” she said. “That’s just Rocky. He likes to come out sometimes.”

Just. Big Mac’s entire body quivered as he looked up at the mare who had outmatched - no, crushed - his very existence in every aspect possible. His muscles looked like straw beside her enormous, flexing figure; his size was laughable against a mare whose head just barely avoided scraping the rafters and who had to duck to fit through any reasonable door. His cock, though, throbbed and strained against his pants harder than ever, and in that instant Big Mac realized that the evidence of his own smaller, unremarkable stallionhood before this glorious pillar of masculinity was irrefutable.

And in that instant, he also realized that he was more turned on that he’d ever been in his life.

Licking his lips, still sweating, Big Mac slowly reached toward the barbell and grasped it in both hands. He steeled himself.

With an emotionless nod, Maud released her ironlike grip - and the barbell fell.

Gulping Growth [Soarin] [Rainbow Dash] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Growth] [Masturbation] [Autofellatio] [Cum Inflation] [Sleep Molestation]

Soarin can grow bigger by drinking his own cum. Rainbow Dash is in a bedroom with him as he autofellates himself in his sleep. A bigger Soarin naturally has bigger balls, so his growth spurts get bigger as he does.

Briefly, Rainbow Dash wondered what Soarin thought he was sucking on.

The male Wonderbolt shifted in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible as another line of drool spilled out of his mouth. On any other night, that saliva would’ve gone to wet the piillow, but tonight, Dash had pushed his back against the headboard of their bed, positioning his hips just the right way for his lips to naturally brush against his cock’s flared head. The moment his muzzle had touched his stallionhood, he’d latched on, and had been sucking ever since.

Rainbow Dash grinned to herself as she saw Soarin’ shudder with his orgasm. His first, she expected. She knew just what his cum did to him, and she wasn’t about to let this be anywhere near the last time he tasted it.

Even in his sleep, Soarin’ moaned quietly, his hips thrusting up gently into his mouth by pure reflex alone. His cock jerked and twitched, his muzzle up and bobbing down in an irregular fashion as more and more of Soarin’s cumshot blasted right to the back of his throat. Dash would’ve cackled with glee if she wasn’t afraid it might wake him up. Instead, she was satisfied to run one hoof down toward her nethers. She began to rub softly, moaning in time with Soarin’.

As his orgasm finished - she could hear him gulping down his own cum, with only a few drizzles of semens dripping from the corners of his muzzle - Dash again wondered what he thought he was sucking. She wondered idly if it was her. She’d been meaning to try out that spell of Twilight’s, anyway. Maybe tomorrow -

But no; Soarin’ had barely finished sucking himself dry than the effects of his cum took off. Dash watched greedily, still rubbing her clit as Soarin’s cock began to lengthen. It was only an inch or two, but that was more than enough to his entire head up into his muzzle. His balls, each one the size of a small orange, swelled up too, not only refilling with cum but also growing even further past their original size.

Soarin’ had always been “big” for a stallion, but it hadn’t been until a week or so ago that Dash had really learned why. In a way, she was amazed at his self contorl. If he was only this big… Well, it was easy to think that if she’d been in his place, she wouldn’t ever have settled for “top five percent.” From the way it seemed tonight would go, neither she nor Soarin’ would have to settle ever again.

His muzzle pushed further down- hungrily, Dash would’ve said - down his cock until he was taking a full six inches of his fat, throbbing stallionhood in his mouth. She would have been surprised if it hadn’t already been filling his jaw entirely, but still he managed to suck greedily on it like she’d never seen a pony suck before.

Soarin’ groaned and drooled around his boner, by now just under two feet long and certainly in the upper two percent of pony boners. Dash just got more excited and wet watching him. She wondered how it tasted, how it felt filling up his mouth and groaning with a need to spill the seed from his full, churning balls.

And then, almost before she knew it, he was cumming again. This time, it was a bit more difficult to notice - his growth had pushed his cockslit almost all the way toward the back of his throat, and so it was all the easier for him to gulp down more and more of his seed. She watched with awe as a bulge swelled around the base of his cock, travelled upward through his shaft, and finally burst his in his mouth in a flood of hot stallion seed., His cheeks and neck actually bulged out slightly from the sheer volume of cum inside of them. But still, Soarin’ gulped on, drinking down his own cum until it looked like he had a slight potbelly. She wondered at the sheer amount of cum inside, sloshing around his belly with the barest motion of his body.

Just like before, it took only moments for his seed to do its work. Rainbow Dash’s hoof sped up in its masturbatory ministrations, and at the same instant that Soarin’s cock twitched with the promise of further growth, her legs convulsed around her hoof. She bit down on a cry of pleasure, keeping herself in check as she came. A spurt of sweet, sticky marecum flooded out from her pussy to stain the sheets. She moaned softly as she eyed the much larger puddle of stallion cum that Soarin had let drip down the side of his enormous shaft so far tonight. Dash panted, rubbed her puffy, hot clit a few more times, and prepared herself for a show.

This time, Soarin’s growth held absolutely no subtlety. His cock merely throbbed once before swelling wider and longer before Dash’s eyes. His balls sloshed with refilling cum, actually pushing his legs as they expanded to the size of grapefruits.

Soarin’s cock pushed further into his muzzle as it grew; for his part, he was content to faintly gurgle and slurp around his enormous head as it pushed past his tonsils and into the top of his esophagus. Halfway down, his medial ring bulged and swelled until it was rubbing against his chest. So long and hard was his cock that his body actually started to move forward, the force of his growing cock against the back of his throat enough to push his hips away from the head of the bed, which naturally pulled his head down as well.

On and on he bloated, his shaft and balls growing until there was surely no stallion in Equestria who could surpass them in size. And yet, Rainbow Dash only found herself growing more and more excited.

Bigger balls meant more cum. And more cum meant a bigger Soarin’. Eyes glittering and hooves dripping with her own juices, she reached out and began to stroke Soarin’s throbbing erection. Soon, his snorelike slurps and her own long, measured strokes were the only sounds that filled the room.

Enough to Share [Scootaloo] [Sweetie Belle] [Apple Bloom] [Futa] [Cum Inflation] [Hyper Cock] [Cunnilingus] [Foalcon]

CMC Threesome ft futaloo and and cum inflation plz!

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle whined. “It’s my turn!”

“Nuh-” Apple Bloom grunted as Scootaloo thrust into her. “-Uh! It’s my turn until she finishes!”

“But - “

“Mmff.” Scootaloo moaned slowly as she bottom out inside of Apple Bloom, her cock throbbing appreciatively as she squeezed the other filly’s flank hard. “Sorry, Sweetie Belle. That’s - ungh - the rule.”

“Darn it.” Sweetie Belle pouted, her hoof idly drawing circles around her small, puffy clit. She watched enviously as Scootaloo fucked Apple Bloom with her new dick. It was almost as big around as her whole head, but somehow, Scootaloo had managed to cram it into Apple Bloom’s nethers where it currently sat, spurting amounts of hot pony pre so large that they’d begun to leak out the sides of Bloom’s pussy. It wasn’t fair. Sweetie wanted to be fucked like that. Filled like that.

Not really sure what she was doing, she got to her hooves and ambled over to the pair. Scoots and Bloom looked like they were entirely caught up with each other, Apple Bloom letting out another cry of pleasure every time Scootaloo thrust into her. As Sweetie watched, Apple Bloom’s legs shook, her whole body convulsing around Scootaloo’s cock as sticky sweet juices leaked out of her marehood. The sight of AB’s nectar mixing with Scoots’ leakage turned Sweetie on more than anything else. Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do.

She bent down over her front hooves right behind Scootaloo’s raised tail. Extending her tongue between her lips and holding her muzzle carefully in place, she leaned forward and licked across the length of Scootaloo’s taint, starting below her marehood and ending just below her tail. Scootaloo just groaned, her hips thrusting even harder into Apple Bloom as her fat, swollen balls smacked against the other filly’s bare flank.

“Oh, man, Sweetie,” Scootaloo groaned. “D-don’t stop.” Sweetie didn’t, moving onto slowly sucking at Scootaloo’s clit. It tasted good, she decided, a little sweet, but somehow saltier than she would’ve expected. Scootaloo just groaned and groaned again, shifting her weight from leg to leg as she approached her peak.

With a cry, Scootaloo came. Her hips jerked irhythmically against Apple Bloom’s as her cock swelled and bulged inside of the other Crusader’s marehood. Apple Bloom moaned as Scoots pumped her full of cum, flooding her with hot, sticky seed. Sweetie watched in amazement - pulling away from Scootaloo’s pussy with dripping lips - as Apple Bloom’s stomach actually started to swell, drooping further and further toward the floor as though it were filled with cider, or perhaps blown up like a balloon. But instead, she knew that inside of that heavy, swaying belly, there was nothing but gallons of Scootaloo’s cum.

A soft grin spread across her face. She couldn’t wait to be that full.

A Bigger Babs [Babs Seed] [Muscles] [Amazon/Giantess] [Hyper Breasts] [Lactation] [Chubby/Fat] [Big Ass] [Lesbian] [Size Difference] [Light Transformation] [Human]

Human Babs has been taking bull steroids to get big at the gym. Unfortunately, side effects include additional chub, a thicker ass, a cow tail and huge milky tits.

Babs paused mid-squat as the sound of stifled giggling reached her ears. She glanced around the room, the eighty-pound weights sitting perfectly still in her hands. She kept her arms flexed; ever since she’d started getting Big (she always made sure to pronounce the capital B), she’d loved the feeling of her muscle tensing, flexing up against itself. It reminded her of how huge she was getting.

The source of the giggles was easy enough to find. Two slender mares - Rose and Lily-something, Babs thought - were eyeing her from beside a pair of trendmills. This was Babs’ first time at the Ponyville Gym. She was only visiting for the Apple Family Reunion, but she figured that a lifter who skipped Leg Day was worse than the lowest of the low, and had decided to hit the gym regardless.

Funnily enough, the giggling didn’t bother her. Instead, Babs found her mouth curling upward into a smirk. She’d gotten Big to get attention, and she’d be damned if she’d ignore it. So, after setting the weights aside with a grunt, she stood up, placed her hands on her generous hips, and began to walk over.

The pills she’d taken to get Big weren’t, admittedly, all she’d expected. They’d done all that she’d dreamed of and more, but they’d brought some surprises as well. Still, Babs had to admit that she found her bouncing, chubby gut at least as much of a turn-on as her massive, jiggling ass. She made sure to sway her hips as much as she could as she walked over, just to make sure to give each of her parts that little extra bounce.

Bounce they did. Babs found her smile widening as the two mares caught her eye and paled. Their attention rapidly turned to the two enormous breasts gently slapping across her chest. Babs’ grin went from ear to ear, now, and the two mares were blushing redder than Red Delicious.

Each one of those knockers looked like it could have held enough milk to feed a small orphanage. Aside from her thick, bulging muscles and height, Babs had to admit that there were few things she enjoyed about her new body more than her bust. It filled most of the lower third of her vision, her giant, rounded tits bouncing and swaying with every step she took. She was tall and big enough that most ponies could barely see her face from underneath those massive mammaries. As she stepped up to the two much smaller mares, it became pretty obvious that they weren’t going to have the easiest time of doing that.

“Hey,” Babs said casually. She stopped just a foot or so away from the first mare, and placed her hands on her hips again. She could’ve started mashing her fingers into her clit right then and there from the pure sensuality of feeling that squishy flesh above her tight, steely thighs. Either one of her biceps could have easily matched the size of the smaller mare’s head, and her legs just put the entirety of “Rose’s” body to shame.

Never skip Leg Day. Ever.

“You girls enjoying the view?” Babs asked. She shifted her weight from leg to leg, savoring the way the other mares’ eyes nearly popped out of their skulls as her enormous tits began to drip with milk. That had been one of the other effects of the pills, though she’d been quick to see it as a benefit. Most stallions and mares she’d been with seemed to more than appreciate a little extra milk in their diet. She didn’t see why these two would be any different.

“Ulp.” Rose exchanged a look with the other mare - Daisy! Babs remembered, mentally snapping her fingers - and swallowed. “Uh. Hi?”

Not giggling anymore, huh? “Just saw you guys working out and thought I’d see how you were doing.” Babs drew herself up to her full height, just letting the girls appreciate how her assets bounced and swayed. “I’ve had a long workout, but it’s always good to check in with other gym patrons. Hard work, right?” She smacked her own ass for emphasis.

Daisy stared at Babs’ enormous, jiggling ass. It wasn’t long before her eyes followed the point of contact up to Babs’ thick, muscled forearms, and even further up to her bulging biceps and even thicker neck. Then, she met Babs’ vivid, green eyes and began to sweat.

Babs reached around her chubby waist with her cow’s tail - another “gift” of the pills” - and gently tickled Daisy under the chin. Out here in the gym, it was the job of a barely adequate sports bra and a pair of overstuffed gym shorts to contain her enormous, magnificent, growing body. But in the lockers…

Well. Anything could happen.

Babs knelt down until her damp nipples were just barely brushing against Daisy’s own. She leaned in real close and met Daisy’s quivering eyes.

“Care to take a break?” she asked softly.

Farm-Fed Mare [Applejack] [Fat/Chubby] [Muscles] [Musclegut] [Big Breasts] [Eating] [Anthro]

Applejack with a musclegut/chubuff figure? Like she'd gained a big potbelly, but no matter how much she worked out, she built muscle but did not lose any fat, and in fact her always-rumbling-gut kept growing along with her workouts due to not cutting down on eating? Anyway, the actual time the story's at, is when she's starting to enjoy this sort of figure, and indulge further on her eating~?

Applejack leaned back in her seat and groaned. Her chair creaked beneath her weight. She grinned at that; she’d always heard that muscle was heavier than fat, but it looked like when a pony put the two of them together…

She massaged her gut. Her arm was all rippling muscle, her bicep alone bulging almost as large as her head, but her stomach was a big, soft ball of chub. More than chub, really - anypony who would’ve dared might have even suggested that Applejack was verging on fat.

Applebucking hips were one thing. A forty-five-inch waistline was another thing entirely, especially when it seemed to be growing by the week.

AJ took another few moments just to let her hands roam over the rest of her body. She was probably the strongest mare in Ponyville by now, and the muscles swelling from her arms and legs definitely had the size to prove it. She grinned, flexing and savoring the feeling of strength in her arm. At the same time, though, her flexing bicep pushed into the bottom of her bust, forcing it forward.

She’d long since lost count of what cup size she was. She’d passed an F-cup…what, a month ago? And since then, she’d just kept eating and working out, her muscled chest pushing her bouncing boobs out even as they grew larger and plusher on their own. She gave her fat nipples a squeeze, and moaned softly as they throbbed with pleasure in response.

Her hands curved back down across her bust and down to her stomach. By now, it was gurgling and groaning. Applejack grinned to herself. It took a lot of calories to keep up this much muscle. Who cared if a little bit went to her hips? It was an Apple family tradition to over, rather than underfeed its members, and her rotund, yet sculpted figure was bountiful enough to be the proof.

If prodded, she’d even swear that she even felt taller than she’d been a few months ago. AJ had never been a short stallion, topping out at six feet even (which was no surprise; Mac was more than halfway from there to seven feet), but she’d started finding the tops of doorways a little bit closer, her clothes a little restrictive in more than just width.

She gave her belly a heavy pat, and it gurgled in response. She chuckled. Looked like it was time for another feeding. She’d eaten three meals so far today - a family-sized breakfast, a midmorning “snack,” and lunch - but surely a second lunch couldn’t hurt. “Gotta keep this body fed,” she murmured, squeezing her right bicep with her other hand. Her grin widened. “Can’t keep that belly hungry.”

Luckily, it looked like Granny had left out the remnants of the rest of the family’s lunch on the table. While Applejack had gotten into the habit of eating almost as much as the rest of them combined - which was no surprise, really; by now she was sure she could lift near twice weight as much as even Big Mac could - their leavings would be enough to stave off her hunger, for a little while at least.

So she ate - and ate, and ate, and ate, gorging herself on leftover sandwiches, soup, and fruit. She finished it all off with one of the big apple pies Granny had cooked that morning, and washed that down with four big mugs of cider.

By the end of it, her belly was big, wobbly, and gurgling louder than ever - though, thankfully, no longer from hunger. Applejack just patted it, rubbed it lightly, and stood up. Her gut flopped over her waistband, even as her thick, corded thighs strained against her jeans. She might have to look into getting new pants sometime soon. This would be the second pair this month she’d outgrown.

But not today. There was still work to be done. So, with a grunt and a smile, Applejack strolled out of the kitchen, her oversized bust jiggling and bouncing atop her gut with every step.

Hormones [Twilight Sparkle] [Futa] [Hyper Cock] [Cock Growth] [Masturbation]

Twilight Sparkle was born a futa, and thought her puberty was over. Then her cock and balls start growing! And will not stop! I know this seems a bit of a tall order, but can you make it work? (Anthro or pony is your choice.) If anthro, titfuck?

At first, Twilight hadn’t been entirely sure what was happening.

It had started out as just a normal masturbation session - door closed and locked, lights turned out low, and Spike safely (and securely) in bed. She’d gotten out an old magazine she’d kept around since first discovering what an “orgasm” was. Its title was Lewd Mares, and Twilight’s absolute favorite was the centerfold on page 17.

She bit her lip, her hoof slowly running up and down the length of her cock. It wasn’t unknown for a mare to be born with an additional “tool,” but it was certainly uncommon, and more than occasionally looked down on. But Twilight had always reveled in her status. She loved the fact that she could explore two sexualities, instead of just one. And, while her member might have just been a tiny bit below average for a stallion her age, the pleasure it gave her more than made up for it.

So Twilight slowly ran her hoof up and down her length. Between her legs, she could feel her balls heavy and full with her seed. It’d been a few days since she’d last had any kind of release - too busy with studying, she’d guess - and so it she felt more pent-up than she had in months. Idly, she wondered how big of a cum splatter she’d leave tonight. She made a mental note to measure it later.

But as her hoof traced small circles around her tip, Twilight slowly realized that her other hoof, which she’d settled at the base, was having some difficulty reaching all the way around her shaft. In fact, her cock felt…thicker, somehow. Weightier.

She glanced down and stared. Twilight Sparkle had never been particularly well-endowed, lingering at somewhere around five or six inches for most of her post-adolescence. Yet the throbbing length currently staring her in the face had to have been eight inches, at the very least! She reached around and gave her shaft a soft squeeze, and gasped at the jolt of pleasure that tingled through her spine.

This should not have been possible. As far as Twilight knew, she hadn’t taken any kind of virility potion lately. But there was no denying the new size of her member - and there was certainly no denying the two extra inches it gained as she watched, her thick, throbbing cock reaching a full foot in length and just over two inches in width.

Her balls, she noted, were swelling too. With a look of quiet awe on her face, Twilight cupped one of them in a hoof. It was heavy - nearly the size of a tennis ball - and she could almost swear that she could feel the cum churning inside. Then, right before her eyes, her package began to grow again.

Twilight moaned quietly, her hooves going right to her flared head as her dick left a foot behind and began the march to two. Thirteen inches came and went, but for a moment, she thought it would stay at fifteen. It was nearly half as thick around as one of her legs, and around half as long. If she’d been standing, it would have dangled noticeably between her legs, her fat, cum-filled balls dangling quietly behind it. As it was, though, while hard, it was more than long enough to bob gently against her chest.

Slowly, she reached down, muzzle held slightly open. The instant her tongue twitched against her cockslit, it felt like she was in heaven. She gave it another flick and groaned at the resulting flare of pleasure. She pulled her head away, leaving a fine thread of saliva going from her lips to her tip.

Her cock seemed to have finally petered out in its growth at eighteen inches - not quite two feet (a part of Twilight’s mind screamed incoherently at the very idea of “not quite” two feet), but more than enough for her to enjoy. Bobbing a few inches below her chin, and looking thicker and tastier than anything she’d ever cared to taste, it was the most attractive thing she could think of.

Twilight licked her lips, all thoughts but sex banished from her mind. Her eyes flicked back over to the centerfold on page 17 of Lewd Mares. She wondered how much of her cock that mare could take.

Or, she wondered, how much she could take. With one hoof rubbing her heavy, churning balls and another steadying the base of her enormous shaft, Twilight opened her mouth and slowly leaned down.

The Race [Rainbow Dash] [Lightning Dust] [Hyper Balls] [Hyper Cock] [Impossibly Productive Balls] [Condom Bursting] [Cock Vore]

Futa Rainbow Dash and Lightning Dust hold a contest. First to burst their condom first wins. Winner cock vores the loser.

Rainbow Dash bit her lip and rubbed a little bit faster. Her cock, already hard and throbbing, was just beginning to drip pre into the super-sized condom she’d pulled over it. She could feel her balls swelling between her legs, pushing them slightly apart as her arousal steadily rose.

She glanced over to her side. There was Lightning Dust, her own twenty-inch stallionhood standing a good three inches taller than Dash’s own. Though Dust’s massive, musky balls were a good two inches smaller in radius than Dash’s, an observer never would have guessed it from the way her nuts churned, and swelled.

Dust was really getting into it, every part of her body swaying and grinding against her cock. Her own condom, the same size as Dash’s, flapped against the side of her cock with each jerking motion. A line of drool running down her chin, Lightning Dust moaned. When she came out of it, she looked Dash straight in the eye and smirked.

Crap. The winner had to burst their condom, and Dash wasn’t even close to orgasm yet. Meanwhile, Dust looked like every part of her body was singing with erotic energy. Dash closed her eyes and went to town.

Her hips jerked back and forth as she humped her own chest, her fat medial ring slapping against her stomach. Her breaths got shorter and shorter, a few more spurts of precum erupting from her tip. By now, there was a noticeable puddle of precum at the bottom of the condom - but Dash knew that it wasn’t anywhere near enough to win.

Soon enough, though, she felt it: that mounting, warm tension at the base of her cock, her swelling balls pushing against her legs harder and harder as the pressure mounted. She bit down even harder, her rubbing increasing in intensity. From the sharp breath she heard, it sounded like Lightning Dust was getting close to. That just spurred her to go faster. She wouldn’t lose. She couldn’t.

With a grunt, she felt the tension break - and then she was cumming, her hips jerking and twisting as she rode her orgasm out. Thick ropes of cum flooded her condom, doubling the puddle of pre in less than a second. But she was just getting started.

Dash grunted again, moaning as sweat started to drip down her forehead. She was cumming harder than ever before, halfway out of necessity, and halfway out of arousal for what would happen after she won.

Or if she lost, some part of her whispered, but she ignored it, her hips jerking and her cock throbbing as more and more cum flooded into the condom -

The condom was full now, and it was starting to strain beneath the weight of Dash’s milky white seed. Squinting, she eyed Dust’s condom - and gulped when she saw that it was bulging even larger than hers. She began to breathe heavily as she pumped harder at her own leaking cock. Her flood of cum redoubled, her hooves milking every last litre of seed out of her productive, swollen balls.

The condom was swelling up faster and faster now. It had be at least half again the size of Dust’s, from what Rainbow Dash could make out from the corner of an eye. Her cock throbbed and flared as the expanding condom, now near three feet across, steadily pivoted her body forward with its weight. Finally, just a second before the bottom of the condom hit the ground, it burst.

Dash flinched back as a wave of cum splattered all over her face. She rode out the rest of her orgasm licking the spooge dripping down over her muzzle. She could already feel the afterglow spreading throughout her as the final thick ropes of cum spewed from her flared head. Then she looked at Lightning Dust and grinned.

“No,” Dust breathed, her own hips jerking ineffectual as her own orgasm finished. Her condom still hadn’t burst. “No - I want a rematch! You can’t!”

“Sorry, Dust.” Dash’s voice didn’t sound sorry at all. “But those are the rules.” And with that, she touched her enormous head to Lightning Dust’s, moaning softly as her cockslit spread wide to encompass the girth of Dust’s own stallionhood.

“You c-can’t,” Dust moaned, trailing off as the sensation of Dash’s cock enveloping her own spread throughout her entire body, intensifying her ongoing orgasm. Her grin spreading, Dash took a step forward. She grunted with pleasure as more and more of Dust’s cock fell into her own. The condom actually slipped alongside it, the rubber pulled along by friction with the surface of Dust’s shaft and the inside of Dash’s. Rainbow’s eyes actually rolled up toward her head as the fat bulge containing Lightning Dust’s condom was swept up inside of her thick, groaning shaft.

By the time she’d reached Dust’s base, the condom itself had dropped down toward her balls - and burst inside of them. She grunted as more than a dozen gallons of Lightning Dust’s cum splashed down to join her own, making her shrunken pond of spooge back into a lake.

Dust was powerless to resist as the suction of Rainbow’s shaft forced her back legs behind her back, her whole lower body being hungrily gulped down into Rainbow’s. Dash just grinned and stroked her enormous, throbbing shaft as it consumed more and more of Lightning Dust’s body. Her balls were already groaning when Lightning Dust’s cock joined the rest of her orgasm, sputtering out a few weak blasts of cum before going entirely limp. Soon, more than half of Lightning Dust had disappeared inside of Dash’s cock.

Soon, she’d be nothing more than an ocean of seed to fill Dash’s enormous, sloshing, musk-covered balls. And once that was finished…

There’d be no doubt whether Dash could break a condom or not.

Goddess of the Harvest [Applejack] [Futa] [Macro/Mega-Macro] [Gratuitous Cum] [Hyper Cock] [Worship]

Ponies worship Applejack, the gigantic hypercocked goddess of the harvest, so that she will fertilize their fields with her bountiful cum.

Applejack smiled down at her worshippers. They must have numbered in the thousands, their tiny little forms grinding against her cock with all of their might.

She couldn’t actually feel them against her shaft, oh no. They were much too small for that. A pony made little physical impression upon a goddess whose head reached the very clouds themselves. But it wasn’t their actions that counted - it was their worship. Their belief. Their faith. And as they prayed to her, devoting their souls and bodies alike to her continental cock, she felt her balls begin to churn and swell.

Their growth was slow at first, but soon each was expanding fast enough to swallow up whole villages every minute. Applejack just grinned, closing her eyes as the immortal sense of growth filled her. Just like the idea that she represented, her growth was a fundamental part of Equestria, and nothing pleased her more than to feel herself spreading across the earth, bigger and bigger with each passing second.

As the prayers of her worshippers filled her mind, and her balls filled with heavenly seed, Applejack reached out and placed either of her hooves onto the base of her shaft. Slowly, surely, her hips pumping with each stroke, she began to work her cock. Its every throb shook the land, her every pump swelled it a little larger, a little harder.

Like a farmer preparing her fields, Applejack worked her stallionhood in long, sure strokes. A long, low moan echoed out across the plains. The goddess of growth was growing. Her rump, her legs, and - most importantly - her cock were spreading out across the land below, her followers being swept up beneath her divine body. The magic that sustained her would keep them safe, but only their self-control could keep them from arousal. To pleasure oneself beneath the body of the Goddess was a heaven that many pilgrims aspired to.

Applejack continued to work her titanic tool, her hooves rubbing from the base all the way up to the medial ring. Her stallionhood was so enormous, even relative to her, that that was as far as she could reach. It towered above the countryside for nearly a mile, and stretched for more than four times that length. A large river of precum was already beginning to “drip” from her flared head, but that, of course, was nothing compared to what was to come. The reservoir of pre would nourish the immediate area for a time, yes, but the true purpose of the ceremony was something far greater.

An awful, yawning groan began to rumble through the earth as Applejack’s divine balls swelled and sloshed and churned with holy, fertile seed. With each thump of her hips, the giantess left enormous craters in the earth - craters which would no doubt become new holy sites, given time.

And then, with an awesome, shuddering gasp, Applejack’s strokes ceased. A bulge had swollen up at the base of her cock, and all of the countryside held its breath as, ever so slowly, it made its way up the shaft, until -

it exploded.

An ocean of cum flooded out over the countryside. The farmers and pilgrims alike cheered as the fabled Divine Orgasm burst from the stallionhood of the Goddess, a wave of thick, creamy white nearly a mile tall washing out across the world.

It was a tsunami of cum. Most settlements in its path would have been damaged or destroyed, save for the spellwork of the priestesses of the harvest. So instead of worrying about her subjects, Applejack just grunted and humped the earth, her balls sloshing and her dick putting out wave after wave of life-giving cum.

Her seed would spread across the Equestrian countryside, bringing new fertility to the fields. Like the shaft of the Goddess, life would grow here once again, and another year would bring another golden harvest.

As her orgasm ceased, after a good hour of cumming, Applejack smiled to herself. Once again, prosperity was assured. The earth shaking beneath her, she slowly stood up, drew herself up to her full height, the highest clouds swirling around her shoulders, and turned toward the horizon, her dribbling cock leaving new lakes of cum with every step.

And once again, the ponies rejoiced.

Face-First [Rainbow Dash] [Fluttershy] [Giantess/Amazon/Macro] [Musk] [Size Difference] [Futa] [Anthro] [Cock-Sitting] [Muscles] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Hyper Breasts]

Rainbow Dash runs facefirst into an Amazon Fluttershy's musky balls so often that she starts to wonder if that's just where she belongs.

“Oof!”

“Oh, my goodness!”

Rainbow Dash groaned. She stumbled back and rubbed her nose. Whatever surface she’d collided in had admittedly been softer than a wall, which she was grateful for. But with the warm, musky scent currently filling up her nostrils, there was no doubt what, exactly, she’d collided with.

“Ugh,” Dash said. She rubbed her forehead and glared at the subject of her ire: two enormous round bulges, each larger than her head, just barely covered by the cloth that pretended to contain them. “Dammit! Every time!”

“You do seem to be making a habit of this,” Fluttershy said timidly.

Dash looked up at her, hands on her hips. “Y’think?”

Where Dash stood at five foot ten, Fluttershy stood at just over twice that, the tips of her ears reaching eleven feet and ten inches. She towered over Dash, and in most buildings tended to need to hunch over to fit inside properly. Out here, though, in the middle of the Apple farmyard, she could stand straight and tall, without hiding any part of her body.

And what a body it was. Each one of Fluttershy’s arms was filled with thick, corded muscle, bulging with strength and easily the width of a smaller pony’s waist. Her two massive mammaries, each one full of muscle and milk alike - not that Dash would know anything about that second one, thank you very much - bounced lightly as they recovered from the impact. But that wasn’t what Dash had run into.

No. What she’d run into had been the duo of enormous, musky balls that strained oh-so-helplessly against Fluttershy’s tight shorts. Their outline made the idea of decency laughable, and the long, thick bulge going up from Fluttershy’s crotch all the way up to between her breasts just made the whole thing worse. Or, depending on how you looked at it, much, much better.

Rainbow Dash scowled and poked at one of Fluttershy’s massive balls, wrinkling her nose when the musky smell redoubled. She didn’t not like it…not really. But something about it just got under her skin, made her start squirming, and she wasn’t sure what she thought about that.

“Stop getting in my way,” she barked at the helpless nutsack. Any other pony might have looked at her weirdly, but Fluttershy just giggled.

“Are you sure you’re not getting in their way?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dash asked. She glared up at Fluttershy - which was admittedly an achievement in itself, given both her size and her oversized hooters - and huffed indignantly. “You sayin’ something, ‘Shy?”

“Oh, nothing,” Fluttershy quickly said. “Just that you seem to run into my crotch an awful lot.”

“Maybe I do,” Dash said. “That supposed to mean anything?”

“Nothing,” Fluttershy said again. “Just that, um, maybe you actually like being near my crotch? Just as a guess.”

Dash opened her mouth to retort - and stopped, the words turning stale in her throat. She stared at Fluttershy’s enormous bulge, at the promise of sex, of size, of power lingering beneath that tight fabric, and at the moist sections where sweat or some other fluids had quickly bled through.

She swallowed, and finally said, shakily, “M-maybe.”

Fluttershy’s eyebrows went up. “Oh! Oh, my. Um. Would you like to see it then, Rainbow Dash?”

Before she knew it, Dash had blurted out: “Yes!”

Slowly, shyly, and with a small smile on her face, Fluttershy reached down to her too-tight waistband and took hold of it in her two enormous hands. Then, as if savoring every moment, she pushed them down, revealing more and more skin with every second until…

Dash gulped. Fluttershy’s scent was overpowering now, intoxicating. She watched with awe as her much larger friend’s balls swelled and throbbed between her legs, happy to finally have room to breathe. Her eyes noted every twitch of the massive tool between Fluttershy’s legs, which throbbed and pulsed with every second until Fluttershy finally reached underneath her shirt and, with a soft moan of pleasure, pulled her enormous, erect cock out from between her breasts.

It had to have been the size of a pony. Six feet long, Dash estimated, and maybe just a little under that wide. She realized that she was drooling.

“Want a closer look?” Fluttershy said shyly. She had her hands clutching at the base of her cock, her rippling muscles swelling and flexing slightly as she massaged her shaft and the tops of her balls. Dash nodded quickly - and then grunted as Fluttershy reached down, took a hold of her by the shoulders, and lifted her up to her crotch.

“There,” she said, plopping Rainbow down. Dash began to sweat as the space between her legs moistened. She was straddling Fluttershy’s massive cock - a stallionhood that may well have been larger than she was - with the soles of her feet resting on the amazon’s massive, musky balls. She leaned back and yelped as she felt Flutter’s enormous breasts nearly swallow her up, their soft, pillowy surfaces feeling like heaven around her head and upper body.

As it was, she settled for leaning against Fluttershy’s enormous, rock-hard abs as her friend’s cock throbbed between her legs, reaching above her head as a thin line of precum dripped from its tip. She looked up, blushing madly, and saw Fluttershy smiling down at her.

“How’s that?” Fluttershy asked.

Bigger Little Brother [Thunderlane] [Rumble] [Growth] [Size Difference] [Role Reversal] [Size Shaming]

(Anthro) Thunderlane accidentally gives Rumble a magic amulet that makes Rumble a foot taller whenever he OR Thunderlane cums. Now Rumble won't stop jacking off and Thunderlane has to fight not to get hard himself from his bigger brother's musk.

“Yo, Rumble! I’m ho - “

Thunderlane froze midsentence when he saw who was waiting for him in the living room. Admittedly, it was less who was waiting for him then what they looked like.

Rumble raised a hand from his place sprawled out on the couch and waved. The first thing that Thunderlane noticed was that his little brother was completely naked. The second thing he noticed was that he looked somehow…bigger than this morning. “Yo.”

“Uh.” Thunderlane licked his lips. “Dude. Mind telling me why you’re jacking off in the middle of the room?”

Rumble just snickered and stood up. To Thunderlane’s dawning horror, he realized that his little brother - who just this morning had barely come up to his chest - was now looking him straight in the eye.

“Dunno,” Rumble said. “I just know that it feels really good.” His hand went around his erect cock and started pumping.

“Rumble,” Thunderlane said. “Don’t make this weird.”

“Mm,” Rumble said. “Like, really good. And after the first time I jerked off this morning, I suddenly felt so much bigger. So much stronger. And then I realized that none of my clothes were fitting me anymore.”

“Rumble,” Thunder said. He swallowed, noting how into it Rumble seemed to be getting. “Cut it out, man.”

“I’m just as tall as you, bro.” Rumble grunted, his hips jerking slightly as he rubbed one out right in the middle of the room. “Not so little now, huh?” He grinned down at his generously sized cock, which had to be at least eight inches long. Thunderlane shifted uncomfortably. He was only seven inches hard. He should have felt embarassed - but why was his crotch suddenly feeling so tight? It couldn’t be…that he was getting turned on by this? “And somehow, I don’t think that’s the last of it.”

Thunderlane suddenly noticed the gold stone dangling from Rumble’s neck glowing faintly. His eyes widened. That thing had been legit? No way.

Fuck.

“Rumble,” he said. He held up his hands, palms out. “Let’s just think about this.”

“Oh, I’m thinking about it. And it just feels so good to think about - being bigger, so big you have to look up at me all the time, so big that I barely fit in the house.” Rumble was starting to pant a little bit now, his eyes closing as he lost himself in fantasy. “The biggest stallion in Equestria.”

“Rumble - “ Thunderlane began, but then Rumble was crying out, his hips jerking erratically as rope after rope of thick, white cum blasted from the tip. For an instant, he found himself jealous of Rumble’s load - he’d never cum that much - and then found that jealousy replaced by dawning horror as Rumble grunted…and started to grow.

Thunder stumbled back a few steps as his brother grunted and panted, his whole body bulging somehow. His head inched up - slowly at first, but then shooting up into the air. Thunderlane watched in a mixture of awe, dread, and arousal as his “little” brother added inch after inch of height, pound after pound of muscle, and - of course- even more length and girth to his already impressive stallionhood. By the end of his growth spurt, Rumble had to be at least seven feet tall. Thunderlane barely came up to his chest!

“Hey there,” Rumble said. He leered over his bulging pecs as his erection twitched and dribbled a bit of pre, already hard again. “Little bro.”

Thunderlane’s mouth went dry. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be. This could not be happening. His brother couldn’t be so much bigger than him - couldn’t be so much stronger - couldn’t be so much more of a man than he was. And yet there, throbbing slightly and almost a foot in length, was his brother’s stallionhood, more than ready to prove him wrong. This was happening, and judging by the sudden moistness in his crotch, at least some part of him was more than willing to accept it.

He looked up at his “little” brother and smiled timidly. “Uh,” he said, his hands crossed over his crotch to hide his boner. “Hi there.”

Filling Up Her Curves [Twilight] [Celestia] [Big Breasts/Ass] [Growth] [Size Difference] [Futa]

(Anthro)(Cumflation)(Growth) Whilst trying out a futa spell With Celestia Twilight discovers that Celestia knows a spell to convert cum to size and mass with heavy emphasis on curves. this causes Twilight to try and cum bigger and bigger then the last time causing Celestia to slowly become more and more buxom… And then taller and taller as well.

“ - Oh,” Celestia choked out. “Oh, my dear Twilight. I feel so full.”

Twilight just moaned as Celestia rode her dick. The larger princess’ voluptuous body squished against her groin with each thrust. Celestia’s big, globular ass almost seemed to expand each time it flattened against Twilight’s crotch, the smaller princess just following along for the ride as her stallionhood throbbed and bulged inside of Celestia. Soon, it throbbed harder than ever, bulging until it could bulge no more -

And then her balls were swelling, churning, emptying their load inside of Celestia’s marehood. Twilight cried out, her back arching on the bed, her hips thrusting up as far as they could until she bottomed out inside of her mentor’s cunt. Celestia just moaned as Twilight pumped a good half-gallon of cum inside of her. She squeezed her breasts and rocked back and forth, her thighs milking Twilight’s cock for all that she was worth.

Then Twilight’s orgasm slowly tapered off. Her cock throbbed once - twice more - and then finished with a final, thick rope of cum that splattered against Celestia’s insides. The larger princess just licked her lips, leaned over, and - with Twilight’s cock still inside her - took Twilight’s lips in her own and gave her a long, hot kiss.

Soon, though, the weight on Twilight’s hips began to increase. She met Celestia’s kiss hungrily, their tongues dueling as her erection began to throb once more. One big orgasm wasn’t enough, it seemed - neither for her nor Celestia.

Celestia pulled away, a line of saliva running from her muzzle to Twilight’s. Twilight smiled weakly up at her - and then blinked. “Tia,” she murmured. “You look…bigger.”

“Do I?” Celestia said innocently. A wicked smile crept onto her face. “Looks like that spell is working after all.” She squeezed her breasts together, and Twilight watched with complete fascination as they swelled at her touch. Soon, Celestia’s supple titflesh was spilling through her fingers. Celestia herself had taken her enlarged, coin-sized nipples in her hands and was rubbing them, moaning softly.

Twilight moaned herself as Celestia’s ass became heavier and heaver on her hips. Her mentor’s bountiful butt jiggled gleefully as it spilled over Twilight’s legs. Soon, Twilight was gasping as her mentor’s thick, padded pussy squeezed her cock over and over again - and in no time at all, she was cumming again, her hips jerking rapidly as she spewed double the amount of spooge into Celestia’s marehood.

Celestia just groaned. “Oh, yes, Twilight. Very good.” The growth began again in earnest, her breasts swelling until each one was larger than Twilight’s head, her ass rounding out even further as her thighs thickened with padding. It soon became obvious that she was growing in other ways as well - Twilight watched through half-lidded eyes as her mentor’s head inched up above her, stretching toward the ceiling, until it was at least a foot higher than it had been when they had started. For another dozen seconds, Twilight felt her cock seizing and throbbing, filling Celestia up with more and more cum and Celestia converting that cum into size just as quickly.

And then, finally, Twilight’s second orgasm was over. Carefully, Celestia removed herself from Twilight’s cock and laid herself down over Twilight, her student giving an “oof” as her teacher’s weight pressed down on her.

Celestia’s enormous breasts pushed against Twilight’s own, much smaller bust. Her massive thighs - almost half as long as Twilight’s entire body now - rubbed and squeezed against Twilight’s feet and lower legs, as Celestia ground her pussy against her. Just barely, Twilight could make out the rounded top of Celestia’s globular ass jiggling proudly in the air above her.

Celestia just smiled and shifted her weight, a task made all the more impressive by what must have been an eight-foot-plus frame. Twilight suddenly felt so small - and yet, if the throbbing in her cock was anything to go by, she’d never been bigger in all of her life.

Celestia just kept smiling and, tenderly, ran a hand through Twilight’s hair. “What do you say?” she murmured. “Shall we see how big I can get?”

Twilight had no problem with that.

Outgrowing The New [Rarity] [Twilight] [Weight Gain] [Fat] [Inanimate Transformation] [Panties Transformation] [Wardrobe Malfunction]

When making a welcome back gift for Rarity, Twi accidentally turns herself into panties. Whilst away, Rarity has picked up a big eating habit/desire for full figuredness and Twi is now much too small. Able to get them on but hard to get off, Rarity reasons she'd reach her target size if she just gained till she bursts out her clothes. Weight gain and inanimate transformation.

“Ungh!” Rarity grunted. Both her hooves were wedged tightly into the waistband of her panties, and she kicked and groaned as she struggled to get them off. Unfortunately, her fat, flabby thighs rolled over her hooves every time she tried to push them down. Her enormous ass had already stretched the panties as far as they could go - there was no widening them anymore.

“Bother,” Rarity huffed. She took a moment to wheeze, her big, round belly moving in and out with each breath. It appeared that her desire for a fully, more bountiful figure had come at a cost. While away, she’d absolutely adored the sensation of filling out her clothes, of stretching them until they could stretch no more. Thin was out, she’d said, and thick was in!

But it looked now as though she’d perhaps gained too full a figure. Rarity pouted. She’d managed to get Twilight’s gift on just fine, but removing it seemed to be beyond her at the moment. She truly loved her new panties, especially the little frills that looked so positively dainty besides her full, flabby thighs and rump, but if she couldn’t get them off, then there’d clearly be a problem.

She clucked her tongue in irritation, pondering. Then, a thought occurred to her. A wicked smile spread across Rarity’s face, and she went to the kitchen.

Stretched tightly around Rarity’s waist, Twilight could only watch in mute horror as her friend approached the refrigerator. Rarity’s giant, swaying belly was already gurgling, growing louder and louder each time it smacked against its owner’s thighs. She wished she could have spoken - to teleport away - to warn Rarity or just to get out of this mess entirely. But with her horn gone and Rarity’s enormous, wide-loaded ass stretching the fabric of her “face” to its limits, there was nothing she could do.

Rarity finally plopped down at the table. Her belly jiggled mightily at the impact, and when she leaned forward to reach her prizes, it squished against the table. In fact, it seemed that her belly was so wide that her hooves could barely reach her food!

Fortunately, Rarity was a unicorn. She let her hooves instead drop to her belly, massaging and kneading the poor empty thing, and let her magic do the work. A dainty slice of chocolate cake cut itself from the rest of the platter, hovered into the air, and disappeared into Rarity’s waiting gullet.

For Rarity had come up with a plan. As much as she loved Twilight’s gift - really, it was wonderful, and the tightness she felt across her flank had made her feel the sexiest she had in ages - it seemed to her that the only way to remove it was to force it off. To snap out of it, quite literally.

She stifled a giggle, instead opting to shovel another slice of cake - this one not so dainty - down her throat. Her stomach slowly bloated as she finished the rest off, until it was bulging a good inch further into the table.

Rarity picked up one of her oversized flanks and peered at the panties. By now, they - that is, Twilight - had been stretched so much that they seemed like little more than a tiny thong! But Twilight groaned internally as a fold of Rarity’s fat folded over her “face” once more, blocking her vision and filling her nostrils with a sweet, aromatic musk.

Rarity sighed and let her fat flank fall back to the chair, shaking it slightly. Not enough? Not to worry. There was plenty more to help her grow.

She gulped down two whole pies, consumed an entire pound of leftover pasta as if it were nothing. She dumped a half-gallon of mashed potatoes down her throat, and washed it down with a full gallon of milk. Soon, her chair was actually being pushed back from the table by her ever-expanding belly, and its legs were actually beginning to creak beneath Rarity’s enormous weight.

In a moment of self-indulgence, Rarity took hold of her taut, yet soft gut in both hooves and squished it gently. She moaned as it squeezed - and so did Twilight, at least mentally, as Rarity’s motion caused her to spread her legs (and therefore, her ass) even wider, which only stretched Twilight even more.

Rarity massaged her full belly for a few more moments, then glanced back over her thick shoulder at her ass. By now, it must have been over two feet wide, and was more than overflowing the sides of her chair. She grinned and smacked her belly, loving the feeling of vibration that spread through her body.

She frowned at the panties, though. They were stretched to their max - barely a g-string now, cutting right through her giant asscrack and squishing her bountiful rump - but they were somehow still holding on. Just barely, though. With a smirk on her face, Rarity delicately hovered a cupcake to her mouth, and swallowed it whole.

The chair shattered beneath her. Her panties - Twilight - snapped with a sound like the crack of a whip. And Rarity hit the ground and groaned, her massive belly gurgling with the wonderful, insurmountable feeling of being full.

“Well,” she murmured, patting her stomach. “That certainly did the trick.”

More [Soarin] [Rainbow Dash] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Cum Inflation] [Large Insertion]

Soarin can't stop cumming. While he is freaked out, his partner just keeps saying, "More..."

Soarin’ groaned. His lower body was pinned to the mattress by the weight of his massive cock, though his jerking hips were definitely making an effort to do otherwise. His entire body, in fact, was dominated by a mix of warring emotions - pleasure, confusion, fear.

Soarin’ had started cumming four minutes ago. He hadn’t stopped since.

He groaned again as a fresh spurt roared up his shaft, pumped up against gravity by the powerful muscles of his cock. His beanbag chair-sized balls churned and throbbed. Out of the corner of his vision, he thought he could seem them bloating even larger as he came, swelling larger and larger until they not only had pushed his legs fully apart, but also rolled over them like the massive pillows they were.

But they weren’t near the most massive kind of equipment he owned. Breathing heavily, Soarin’ let his eyes wander up. Starting at his twitching, pulsing crotch, he took in the sight of an enormous shaft the width of a small tree. It absolutely dominated his hips, and his eyes followed it up - throbbing veins and stretched, musky skin - up and up and up until they came to the medial ring, so high up that a fully grown mare could have hugged it only by standing up on her hind legs.

Up and up and up. And then, finally, after six feet of thick stallion cock, he saw her legs again. Rainbow Dash’s hooves dangled against the sides of his obelisk of stallionhood, kicking helplessly in the warm, musky air.

“Dash,” he said, his voice coming out as a dry croak. “I - it’s not stopping. It should be stopping. Right?”

Dash mumbled something, so quiet he couldn’t hear it. Soarin’ squinted up at her, and realized for the first time that she was holding something in her front hooves. A heartbeat later, he realized what it was. Speared on his massive, tree-like cock, her snatch stretched wider than any reasonable pony’s hips, Rainbow Dash had had gallons and gallons of cum gushing into her nonstop for the past four - now nearly five - minutes. The thing in her hooves was her stomach, her womb pumped so full of hot pegasus cum that it had actually began to swell and grow. By now, he could just barely see that it was spilling over her hooves.

She mumbled the same thing again. “What?” he asked hoarsely. “Dash, I - “

“More.” This time, the syllable was unmistakable. Soarin’ blinked, grunted as another surge swept through his cock. He could see Dash’s tummy bulge as the flood splashed out inside of her, her tight pussy somehow managing to keep every drop of his steaming hot seed inside.

“Dash - “

“More!” That was the Dash he knew: demanding, hotheaded, and - lustful? The arousal and need in her voice were impossible to miss. Dash just moaned and moaned, pleas for more and more cum slipping out of her muzzle as Soarin’s cum pumped and throbbed inside of her, spilling gallons more of his seed to fill her womb and belly.

“Dash,” Soarin’ said. “I don’t think this is good. I think we should - ungh - try and stop.”

“More,” Dash moaned. “Fill me up! Fill me up till I damn well burst! More, more more!”

Soarin’ groaned as his balls suddenly churned even harder, an impossible tightness welling up at the bottom of his shaft. As his eyes fluttered open, he noticed the pony-sized bulge at the base of his cock, the veins around it twitching and throbbing as it slowly traveled upward…

“No!” he said. “Dash, you have to get off!”

“Yes!” Dash’s head rolled back, her hips working even more tightly around Soarin’s cock to milk him for all he had. “Yes, yes, yes.”

The bulge reached the medial ring, reached the bottom of his flare, reached the tip - and exploded inside of Rainbow’s cunt.

She all but screamed in pleasure as a two barrels’ worth of cum flooded inside of her. It crashed up into her womb, and soon her stomach was swelling out even further in size. In three seconds, it’d doubled in size; in five seconds, tripled. Soarin’ just grunted, his hips jerking ineffectually as he watched Rainbow Dash become little more than a condom for his monstrous tool, with her massive, drooping belly growing so large and heavy that her hips actually slipped down his cock, her body somehow stretching even wider to take a good foot of him inside of her.

“More,” Rainbow Dash murmured, almost sleepily. “More.” Her belly was twice her size now, but it didn’t sound like she wanted him to stop anytime soon.

As his balls sloshed and swelled, soon coming to weigh down on part of Soarin’s stomach, he began to fear that she truly would get her wish.

Profit Margins [Rarity] [Applejack] [Amazon/Giantess] [Growth] [Big Breasts] [Big Ass] [Wardrobe Malfunction] [Businessmare] [Tight Clothes]

A story of a big sexy business mare who's size increases with her profits and stocks. (I'm good with anypony, maybe Twilight or Rarity. Feel free to do anything else you'd like.)

“Come in!” Rarity called out. The knock on her door hadn’t really been a surprise - a glance at her clock evidenced it to be near one o’clock exactly. She shifted her weight eagerly, her chair creaking beneath her weight. Her suit, tight around her thighs and chest, bunched up a bit, and she had to smooth it out quickly. Her door remained unopened. “Anytime, dear!”

Her office door creaked open, and an uncertain-looking Applejack poked her head in. “Uh, hey, Rares,” she said. “I got your folders ‘n stuff. Twi told me to get ‘em to you.”

Right. How could she have forgotten? Applejack’s first day on the job. It wasn’t every day that one got such a delightful new personal assistant. Rarity smiled down at Applejack from her seat, admiring the way the country mare’s skirt clung to her wide-set hips. It was a delight to see her friend’s arms straining against the soft white fabric of her blouse. And that unconscious sway of her hips as she entered the room, folders underarm - oh! Just delightful. Though she made sure not to let any of her thoughts flicker onto her face

She kept smiling down - yes, down - as Applejack set the manilla folder down on her desk and spread out the papers within into three neat piles. Applejack was a tall mare, around six feet even without high heels. But Rarity sat a good five inches taller than her.

The big, comfy office chair helped, of course - a smaller pony would have found her feet dangling a few inches off of the floor as it were. But Rarity -

Rarity inhaled deeply, feeling her chest swell against the confines of her blouse. Rarity was a special case. At just under seven and a half feet, she was easily the tallest pony in the company, and for good reason. As she eyed the pile of papers hungrily, though, she figured that she might be requiring an even larger chair soon.

“Good news, I hope?” she asked.

Applejack nodded. “I’ll be darned if it ain’t the best news we’ve had all year.”

Rarity shivered with delight. Her spine prickled. Without even noticing it, she surged up a centimeter or two taller. Her clothes certainly noticed it, though, the fabric around her chest letting out the barest squeak of complaint. “Lovely,” she said. “Well, do go on. Spare not a single detail.”

Applejack eyed her warily. She let an uneasy grin cross her face and picked up a pile of papers. She ruffled them a few times before coughing and beginning from the top.

“Well,” she said, screwing up her eyes and doing her best to read from the first chart. “Looks here like our toy lines have done pretty darn well for themselves this quarter.”

“How well?”

“Million dollars over estimates. Good twelve percent increase, I think.”

Rarity shuddered with pleasure. She could feel it starting already: the warm, the tightness, the promise of more. “Twelve percent,” she murmured, tasting the word. “Mmff.” And then the growth began.

Some stockholders loved returns on their investments; some CEOs loved to see their profits grow and swell. But the only assets that Rarity was interested in growing were the two one her chest. She groaned softly, flexing her arms as her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress shirt. Second by second, as though the company’s capital were flowing directly into her bust, her massive mammaries inflated larger and larger. Soon, a visible tear had emerged at the front of her shirt, and her rock-hard nipples were just barely visible at the front.

That wasn’t the only part of her that was growing, though. Rarity moaned softly in pleasure as her head inched up toward the ceiling. Seven foot six became seven foot seven, which became seven foot nine before too long. She shifted her shoulders, grunting as the fabric tightened around her massive, widening back, and groaned in relief as it began to rip and tear.

Eight feet soon became a happy, but insufficient memory. Rarity shifted her rump from side to side, her massive ass soon filling even her oversized seat. Her enormous ass cheeks had now stretched her cleanly pressed pants to the breaking point. She bit her lip, dreading, but savoring that inevitable moment when -

R-I-P.

She took a deep breath, then frowned when she realized how tight her blouse was across her chest. She raised one neatly manicured hand and tore it right down the middle. This had the primary effect of letting her breathe - and the secondary effect of allowing her massive melons to spill out right before Applejack’s eyes.

Seven-and-a-half-feet Rarity had been an impressive sight. Eight-foot-five Rarity was an experience. Applejack did her best to wet her mouth as she looked up and up and up at her larger friend. Something between her legs twitched, suddenly feeling very warm and very wet.

There was a reason why a profit margin of 12% was an incredible success.

Rarity just groaned, smoothed out her clothes, and smiled pleasantly down at Applejack. “Mm. Lovely news, darling.” She flexed one arm innocently, and giggled as the sleeves ripped right down the seam.

“What else is there to report?”

True Fashion [Hoity Toity] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Exhibitionism] [(Slight) Crossdressing]

What happens when Hoity Toity (who is used to being the only hyper stallion in the room) goes to the Crystal Empire for a fashion show that happens to feature other massively endowed stallions?

Hoity sniffed proudly. His reflection sniffed back, and he took the opportunity to admire the curve of his muzzle, the poof of his coiffed coiffure. He’d starred in many a fashion show and hosted even more, and whether on the stage, in the wings, or in the audience, he’d always been (in his humble opinion), the best-looking stallion in the room.

Another moment to admire his mane, then - oh, and those glasses. Buffed to a shine. But they were far from his most appealing attribute. Hoity Toity smiled secretively, then took three big steps back from the bathroom mirror.

The bulge that bobbed beneath his stomach spoke for itself. He ran a hoof along its length, shivering as it throbbed appreciatively at his touch. His monster of a shaft stretched all the way to the bottom of his chest, flaccid. He grinned as his balls began to churn with seed yet unspent. “Not to worry, darlings,” he murmured. “I’ll empty you later.”

Hoity Toity had always been the largest stallion in the room, and not in terms of muscle or height. No; his package had always been the envy of Equestrian upper society. With a shaft that only a Princess could take, and a pair of nuts each the size of a soccer ball, it hadn’t been hard to rise up in society.

His lips curved up. Hard. Goodness, but he had a weakness for terrible puns. He stroked his monstrous shaft again. Even covered in a thick purple stocking, every contour and curve of his package could be easily felt. He bit his lip as one innocent stroke turned into a throb, which turned into a slight moist spot at the head of the stocking. His hoof fell back to the floor. He’d have to leave off for now. Didn’t want to ruin his outfit before even getting a chance to parade it on the floor.

And so he set off, first out into the hall and then down into the auditorium. The lights were dim, the curtains were drawn, and there was a steady buzz in the audience. Hoity grinned again and set off down the aisle, making sure to sway his hips slightly. With each step, his covered balls smacked against his legs, sloshing audibly with their volumes of cum.

For some reason, though, it wasn’t getting quite the reaction that he’d anticipated. Hoity scowled across the audience of crystal ponies, wondering if there was something wrong with them. Perhaps there wasn’t a soul here who could truly appreciate the male form. Bah! Philistines. He took his seat with a huff and crossed his hooves. His package throbbed quietly on his chest, the stocking covering it only making its size even more apparent.

It was only when the first models stepped out onto the stage that the reason for the crowd’s apathy became apparent. Hoity felt his vague distaste turn into a dawning sense of horror as he eyed the bulge between the first stallion’s legs.

It couldn’t be - it had to be padding, a new line of pants, anything. But try as he might, Hoity soon found it impossible to explain the enormous bulge swaying from side to side as the stallion walked. The stallion’s whole body had been dressed up in a series of fabrics cut into concentric rings, and the cylinder of cloth wrapped around the bulge made it apparent just what it was attempting to conceal.

Hoity stared over the tops of his spectacles as the stallion, face impassive, posed for the audience, his package - for surely that was the only thing that it could be - bulging as big as Hoity’s own. He gaped as the stallion did a small half-turn, lifting his tail so that all of the audience could see the enormous, heavy orbs dangling between his back legs. Hoity could almost smell the musk coming from them, could almost hear the seed sloshing inside their hot, sticky depths -

Hoity ground his teeth and unconsciously hugged his own member to his chest. No. This was a fluke, an exception. It was impossible for there to be another. An anomaly.

And yet, when the first stallion turned to go and a second stallion stepped onto stage, it became impossible to deny.

Hoity watched with bulging eyes as the new model stepped with confidence down the runway. He wore a clean-cut, emerald-green dress, the smooth fabric hugging every curve of his stomach and flanks - and hugging even more snugly the magnificent bulge beneath his belly.

Hoity’s mouth dropped. That thing - that monstrosity - must have weighed halfway down the stallion’s legs! Horizontally! In fact, he’d mistaken it for a simple oversized belly at first, but no. The stallion’s package was simply near as wide as his torso. His muzzle dropped even wider as the stallion turned around, his tail swishing teasingly to show off a pair of frilled underpants that nevertheless made no effort to conceal the twin planets dangling between his legs. For goodness’ sake, it seemed as though they were actually pushing his legs apart!

Hoity glanced around the room and hugged his own package a little more tightly. Suddenly, he felt quite, quite inadequate. And yet…

And yet also found himself harder than he’d ever been in his life. This was masculinity. This was beauty. This was true Art - not of the cloth, but of the body.

He desired nothing less.

Belly [Lyra] [Anon] [PonyxHuman] [Fat] [Weight Gain] [Inflation] [Belly Play]

Liking the amount of content your churning out. Good on ya. So anyway my idea is Lyra x human anon and they're using a belly growth spell on herself, along with some belly play like rubbing, kissing that gets dirtier the bigger she gets. As to how big she gets? Go nuts man :)

Anon smiled to himself as he worked his fingers into Lyra’s gut. The mare’s supple belly was like dough in his hands, and he took great pleasure in feeling her chub squishing in his grasp.

“You’ve really let yourself go, Lyra,” he said. He shot her a grin. “What happened to that thin little filly I met last month?”

Lyra’s answering grin glimmered with mischief. “She learned to enjoy the value of a good meal.” She burped, not loudly, but not quietly, and covered her mouth with a hoof. “Of lots of good meals.”

“Well,” Anon said, “I can’t say I have a problem with that.” He gave Lyra’s belly a good squeeze. Without even thinking about it, he bent over and, pursing his lips, gave her a wet raspberry right at the top of her rippling tummy.

He savored the sound of Lyra’s sharp intake of breath, savored the warmth of Lyra’s soft belly against his face. He nuzzled her belly for a few moments more, still kneading it, still grabbing small handfuls of her gut -

and slowly, ever so slowly, realized that the handfuls of flesh he’d been grabbing were beginning to spill out from his grip. He opened his eyes and gaped. Lyra’s belly was at least half again as large as it had been when he’d started.

He glanced up. Lyra’s horn was shimmering green. There was a shy, but knowing smile on her muzzle. “I heard you liked big mares,” she said slyly. “So I thought I’d make sure to get a belly up on the competition.”

“It’s the most beautiful belly I’ve ever seen.” And it was. Lyra had been merely tubby when they began, but by now, with her belly spilling over her waist and the beginnings of a double chin forming over her neck, she was well on her way to being truly fat. Anon leaned in and gave Lyra a kiss. He loved the feel of her soft lips against his, loved wondering how they’d taste after he’d stuffed a cake or two between them -

He moved his attention back to her belly. Kissing it, he found that it was still growing bigger. He made sure to pucker his lips up a little wider and kissed again. The soft belly flesh depressed under the weight of his lips, rippling, teasing as he kissed and kissed her tummy. Lyra giggled as his lips smacked against and sucked on her rolls of fat, which of course only made her double chin shake and jiggle from the vibrations.

“It can be more beautiful,” she murmured. She ran a hoof through his hair and pressed his head lightly against her burgeoning gut. She groaned softly as his face sank into the warm flesh - or, rather, as her stomach grew up around him.

Anon moved to her belly button, a newly massive hole as deep and as wide as his thumb. He lashed at it with his tongue, lapping and licking at it madly. His hands, meanwhile, were free to squeeze and squish Lyra’s bountiful love handles. Admittedly, they were now less handles than enormous, fat-filled eclairs, which rolled and squished against his palms as he ground his tongue even deeper into her belly.

Finally, with a belly that must have weighed at least as much as she did when she started, Lyra let the spell go. She smiled as Anon pulled his face away from her belly and instead pulled himself up onto it. Her belly squished beneath his weight, but held it. The couple met at the bottom of the mountainous gut with a kiss.

Lyra suddenly smiled devilishly. “What’s what I feel pressing into my belly, hm?”

Anon grinned. “Care to find out?”

The Bet [Twilight Sparkle] [Soarin'] [Futa] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Size Stealing/Attribute Theft] [Exhibitionism] [Public Nudity] [Size Shaming] [Degradation]

A pony of your choice has made a habit of going to bars, picking up stallions, and offering them a little bet: if the other pony has the larger cock, she'll do anything they want. If he/she has the larger cock, he/she will take their entire length. The size he/she steals only adds to his/her erect length, allowing his/her penis to grow immensely, surprising the victim. Feat. dick stealing and degradation.

“Anything, huh?”

Twilight did her best Rarity impression, fluttering her eyelashes and lowering her chin just so. She even jutted out her lip a little bit. She was actually a little proud of how she got it to wobble. “Anything,” she said, then leaned forward until her lips were brushing against Soarin’s cheek. “Anything at all.”

It didn’t take a genius to interpret the way the Wonderbolt’s wings jerked up into the air. Twilight grinned to herself as she took in his quivering feathers. This was almost too easy.

“Compare my dick with a mare’s“ - Soarin’ snorted - “and bang the Princess of Friendship if I win? Hell, I’m definitely in!” He was definitely sloshed, from his unfocused eyes and shaking hoof. She almost felt kind of bad for him - but then again, if everything went as planned, even he’d enjoy the part he had to play.

Twilight grinned, leaned back on her stool, and raised an eyebrow. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got.”

Soarin’ glanced around the bar. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. “You asked for it, Twi.” With a grunt, he leaned his shoulders onto the bar and eased his hips a little further forward. Taking his tongue between his teeth, he began to stroke.

Twilight watched his growing erection with a vague sort of interest. It didn’t really matter what he did, really - she’d checked with Rainbow Dash last night, and while Soarin’s thirteen inches were certainly impressive for a stallion, she knew that she didn’t have anything to fear from this bet.

Soarin’ gave his flared head a few last pumps, groaning under his breath. He opened one eye and grinned at the sight of a sizable drop of precum dripping down his throbbing shaft. “Beat that, Your Highness,” he said cockily.

Twilight just chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know. I might…”

She loosened the invisibility spell she’d laid over her stallionhood before coming out tonight, smiling as Shining took stock of the impossibly wide shaft protruding from her crotch.

Her lips tightened. “…surprise you.”

Her smile only widened as she inched the spell downward. Unlike Soarin’, she didn’t need to masturbate to get hard - her erection had been throbbing every second she’d been in the bar, both for the anticipation of what she was about to do, and at the sight of so many cute asses. She eyed Soarin’s approvingly, giggling under her breath as her cock gave an appreciative throb. Soarin’s eyes just got even wider as the spell slipped down low enough to reveal her twin orange-sized orbs, dangling off the edge of the school and quickly filling the air with her musk.

“No way,” Soarin’ breathed. Twilight just smirked. Eight inches of her cock were now laid bare for all to see - now, ten. Twelve. Thirteen, and the bottom of the head was just beginning to come into view. Soarin’ had long since stopped sweating and had now simply turned a pale, clammy shade of whitish-blue. He’d lost and he knew it. Everypony knew it.

Twilight eased off the last few inches of the invisibility spell with relish: fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… When at least the nineteenth inch of her stallionhood came into view, she cancelled the spell with a flicker of her horn and allowed the room to just bask in the glow of her magnificent horsecock. It swayed gently, bobbing against her chest. It nearly reached her chin. Soarin’s own python - monstrous to most stallions - looked almost tiny in comparison.

“Come on, Twilight,” Soarin’ said quickly. He flinched as Twilight’s horn lit up with a bright, purplish glow. “You were just joking, right? I mean, you can’t seriously - “

“Oh, but I wasn’t joking.” Twilight licked her lips, staring hungrily at Soarin’s length. “A deal’s a deal, right? And, if my reading’s anything to go by, I should probably start collecting my winnings right - “

The same purplish glow sprang up around Soarin’s member. He moaned softly, his eyes rolling back up toward his forehead.

“ - now.”

Soarin’ and Twilight moaned in unison as the spell sapped each thick, veined inch of Soarin’s stallionhood, only to add it onto Twilight’s just as quickly. Soarin’s shrunk from thirteen to twelve, then hit eleven just a moment later. Soarin’ could only stare in a dulled sort of shock. He hadn’t been below a foot in length since he’d been a teen. And now? He let out a choked-off sob.

But Twilight was just getting warmed up. Her now-twenty-one-inch cock was still growing, and Soarin’s still shrinking. Twenty one inches became two feet, and eleven became eight. Soarin’ was now just above average for a stallion, and if Twilight had let it stop there, he would have been almost grateful. But one glance at the hungry look in her eyes proved that to be a false dream.

“Mm.” Twilight groaned pleasurably under her breath as her cock surged another two inches in length, Soarin’s shrinking down to six. The entire bar was watching them now, frozen into a mixture of muted horror and arousal. “I just love being so big.” She gave him a wink, her tongue flitting between her lips - and darting against the side of her enormous flared head, which now reached easily up to her muzzle. “Not that you’d know anything about that, you little colt.”

“Not a colt,” Soarin’ grunted, but that claim was becoming harder and harder to uphold. Six inches had become four, and his once proud, tennis-ball sized nuts had shrunk to the size of walnuts. By contrast, Twilight’s ballsack looked positively weighed down with its pair of canteloupes, each one sloshing and churning audibly with seed. She licked her lips, groaning as a tablespoon of pre spurted from the tip. She smirked even wider as the pre splattered on Soarin’s forehead to begin dripping down his muzzle, its overpowering musk reminding him of all that he’d lost.

“Stop,” Soarin’ whimpered. Two inches now. Twilight’s monstrous shaft was simply enormous - the biggest specimen that anypony had ever seen. Soarin’ felt so small, felt so tiny next to that towering pillar of stallionhood. Thirty inches of massive, throbbing maremeat would have put his original length to shame. He would’ve looked like a child beside it. And now…

He let out a sob as his sock shrunk to a measly half-inch in length, the glow fading around his “fun-sized” balls. Now, even a foal would have outmatched him. Even a foal would have been larger than he. Even a foal -

Twilight curled one hoof around her massive, bobbing member and held it fast to her chest. The tip just barely reached the base of her horn now, and the shaft itself must have been five inches across. She ran her tongue up the side, slowly, savoring the attention, as she happily slurped up a line of precum steadily dripping down the side. She searched the crowd, looking for a familiar face. Who to ask, who to ask.

“So,” she said casually, looking Big Macintosh right in the eyes. “Who’s next?”

Making My Way Downtown [Sweetie Belle] [Rarity] [Macro] [Foalcon] [Hyper Balls/Hyper Cock] [Futa] [Gratuitous Cum] [Destruction] [Growth]

Sweetie Belle: Macro/Excessive cum/Excessive arousal/Futa (After a botched spell and a potion brewed by Apple Bloom, an excessively aroused Sweetie Belle heads toward Manehattan to find her big sister, but along the way, another thought slowly begins to replace her original intentions with a more...fun one, for her at least.)

Sweetie groaned as her back rubbed up against the ceiling of the Boutique? “Apple Bloom?” she said. Her back arched, her butt thrust out and broke through the wall. Her cock emerged from its sheath and flopped against the side of her leg.

She groaned again, louder, as the roof began to crack and splinter. She’d been just under four feet an hour ago. And now, she must have been over three times that size, and growing all the time. A pair of enormous nuts, each one as big as she’d been before, dangled below her gaping and growing marehood.

Sweetie gasped as the roof, with a final ear-splitting groan, shattered around her growing body. She blinked rapidly as her growth spurt took her through the very top of the Boutique. Twenty feet became twenty-five, and by the time she hit thirty, she was staring down at the wreckage of the Boutique around her hooves.

“O-oh,” she said. Ponies were starting to gather around her, whispering, pointing. She glanced over her shoulder and bit her lip. “Apple Bloom?” She had to be okay. She’d just…left or something. That was it.

“I’m going to go find Rarity,” she said. “She’ll fix this.” Then she turned and walked down the street. Ponies had to cluster to the sides of the road, so wide was Sweetie Belle’s stride. Her monstrous cock, now eight feet long and still growing, swayed from side to side. More than one pony had to duck to avoid being caught in a glancing blow from the filly’s flared head.

It wasn’t long before Sweetie came to the Ponyville train station. On the course of her walk, she’d nearly doubled in size, reaching an impressive sixty feet in height. Her flaccid shaft hung down past her knees, and each of her cum-filled orbs could have easily held a full-grown pony or three.

She frowned down at the tiny little train in the station. Ponies all around it were staring at her, blanching, but she didn’t pay them any mind. There was no way she’d make it to Manehatten in that tiny thing. But how else was she to make it to Manehatten to find Rarity?

She glanced up at the horizon. An old oak tree blew gently in the warm summer breeze - and, she noticed, just barely came up to her chest. A grin spread across Sweetie Belle’s face. Maybe walking to Manehatten seemed impossible to a filly…but to a giant, it seemed a lot more doable.

So she set out, her long and growing legs making lengthy strides across the countryside. Before she left the Ponyville city limits entirely, an image sprang into her mind, unbidden: the Friendship Express, its cars wrapped tightly around her throbbing cock. Maybe she couldn’t ride it to the city, but she could certainly ride it another way…

Biting her lip, she pushed the image away and continued on. But the damage was done. Her shaft was already beginning to lengthen, her balls beginning to swell with seed and arousal.

As she walked further and further, she grew larger and larger. And as she grew, each step became longer, her stride became faster, and her confidence got stronger. The hundred-foot milestone passed soon enough, and by the time she hit one hundred and fifty, her lower lip was starting to twitch with arousal. Her stallionhood, by now, was nearly fully erect, reaching a good seventy feet from her crotch to the bottom of her chest.

It slapped wetly against her stomach, now drooling a small river of precum behind her. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of her own, nearly overpowering musk. Yet somehow, Sweetie resisted the urge of her own arousal. At two hundred feet, she began to see a glimmer in the distance - Manehatten!

She soon picked up her hoof, leaving a gaping crater in the field beneath her, and set it back down on the main road into the city. The asphalt cracked beneath her enormous weight, the entire street groaning as she moved herself fully into the outskirts of the city.

Rarity was here somewhere… But a chance image out of the corner of her eye nullified that line of thought quickly.

It was herself - or, more accurately, her reflection, illuminated in the glass of a skyscraper. Sweetie Belle eyed her reflection approvingly. She loved the way she towered above the city, loved the way that the skyscraper just barely inched over her. She loved the way her massive cock, now fully engorged, swayed between her legs. She took a deep, long sniff of her own musky scent, her lungs filling with promises of sex.

Sweetie plopped back onto her haunches in the middle of the street. A smaller building caved in beneath her massive flank, but she paid it no heed. She had bigger things to concern herself with. Slowly, biting her lip, she began to stroke her massive, muzzle-reaching erection.

Gods, but it felt good. Her hooves slid up and down her length, which was soon lubricated by the dripping river of pre from her tip. Her balls throbbed and churned, swelled and sloshed, pushing her legs apart as they filled with more of her seed. She grunted, groaned, working her shaft harder than ever before. She opened her muzzle and gave it a tentative lick, shivering all over as an electric tingle ran up her spine.

She was so big, she realized. Bigger than anypony. But not big enough. As she masturbated, she began to grow again. Her cock seemed to grow faster than her; by the time she hit three hundred feet, it towered above her head. Its weight was soon so great that it pushed her onto her back, demolishing another block of buildings as her sloshing balls spilled over her legs.

Pump. Pump. Pump. Sweetie squeezed her eyes shut, stroking harder and harder and harder -

and then her hips were jerking, and she was gasping, moaning, as the orgasm washed over her. A flood of creamy white spooge erupted from her tip, waves and waves of giant filly cum washing over the city again and again. She moaned even louder, thrashing from side to side as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. She was growing again, creeping past five hundred toward six hundred, seven hundred. Her cock was still erupting, blasting out rivers of cum, ropes of spooge the length of city blocks, drenching the entirety of Manehatten in a thick blanket of white -

Somewhere uptown, Rarity felt the ground shake beneath her hooves. She put down the dress she’d been working on, glanced out the window, and paled.

A massive white stain had covered it, and was slowly dripping down the side of the building. Her cheeks colored. “Oh, my.”

Steamy Showers [Shining Armor] [OC] [M/M] [Flirting]

Shining Armor is a very strict and demanding captain of the crystal guard. Off-training, however, he happens to be quite a bro, easily sharing showers with his guards. Sometimes, the showers get especially steamy.

“Mm.” Captain Shining Armor groaned as the warm water hit his coat. “That’s the stuff.”

Lieutenant Royal Keep smiled timidly. “Feels good, huh?”

The Captain nodded, eyes slightly unfocused. Hot water streamed down his coat, running in rivulets down his sides. Royal Keep licked his lips, unable to keep his eyes from flickering to Captain Armor’s chest. Being a member of the Crystal guard, he was far from out of shape. But Captain Armor’s body was truly impressive, perfectly sculpted muscle bulging all the way down to his hooves. The Captain did a half-turn to let the water fall over his neck, and Royal swallowed as he watched those perfect thighs flexing, that lean, muscled rump contracting—

He hastily turned back to his own body. Was he seriously checking his Captain out? In the showers? That wasn’t just insubordination. That was just… Well, he didn’t know the word for it, but he was sure it was bad. He picked up a scrub-brush from the floor and got to work pulling it across his back.

“Good work out there today, Lieutenant.” It took Royal a second to realize that Captain Armor had spoken. “If you can get the colts in order that quickly every day, then I don’t see myself having much work to do around here.”

“Oh!” Royal grinned sheepishly. He almost glanced up, but then decided to keep his eyes firmly on the ground, just in case. “Oh. Thanks, Captain Armor. But they were only behaving that well because you were there.”

Captain Armor snorted. “I’ll bet they don’t know me even half as well as they know you. Don’t downplay your work, Lieutenant.” He paused. “And you can call me Shining when we’re off-duty, Royal. No need for formalities in the showers.”

“Yes, sir—Shining.” The Captain caught his eye and grinned coltishly. Royal couldn’t help grinning back.

Then something twitched in the corner of his eye. It took only a glance—and then Royal was frozen in place. The Captain—Shining had turned himself around, revealing his profile. It was therefore impossible for poor Royal to miss the long, bobbing shaft between his superior’s legs.

He swallowed. Shit. And he’d been doing so well. He watched in a kind of perverse fascination as Shining Armor scrubbed his chest, his stallionhood gently swaying beneath him.

Gods. He could already feel his own member chubbing up. Just look at the size of that thing. Royal liked to think that he had a fairly respectable size; seven inches wasn’t anything to sneeze at. But the Captain’s length had to be nearly twice that—he’d already passed Royal’s length, and was still only half hard. Royal swallowed again as Shining’s erection reached its full length of a full thirteen inches, a pillar of meat slapping wetly against its owner’s stomach.

Shining hummed to himself, now scrubbing away under his far leg. His balls, each one at least three inches across, just barely poked through his wettened tail. Royal eyed them hungrily, his eyes tracing up across the Captain’s flank, ogling his muscled rear, tracing across his lean, dripping sides and up his neck—

He then realized that he was looking directly into Shining Armor’s eyes.

Fuck.

“Huh.” Shining Armor sounded more amused than irritated. “Checking me out, Lieutenant?” The title held a spark of tease in it, less a formality than a jibe.

Royal’s mouth was suddenly very dry. He licked his lips. “Um. No. I mean. I—” But Shining just chuckled softly.

“Hey, no sweat,” he said. “We’re all stallions here. No shame in giving another colt’s body a good once-over.” He glanced down between his legs and chuckled again. “And a good hot shower tends to get me a bit excited, too. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Royal said quickly. Too quickly.

Shining Armor’s grin turned sly. “Like what you see, Royal?”

Gulp. “I…” Royal abruptly decided on a new course of action. To hell with it. “Very much, sir. Shining.”

He couldn’t quite say when Shining Armor had moved, but one moment they were beneath separate showers, and the next the Captain was standing mere inches away, that sly grin still playing across his muzzle.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” he said. He raised an eyebrow. Royal struggled to keep from panicking as he realized that his own erection was on full display. Shining didn’t seem to notice, though; instead, he just picked up a hoof and slowly slid it down Royal’s chest.

“I’ll admit I’ve had my eye on you too,” he said. “Nice body. Cute butt. And from my experience in the military showers back in Canterlot…” He waggled his eyebrows. “In here, anything can happen.”

“But—sir.” The formality just slipped out. “The princess—”

“—won’t mind. She’s the princess of love, after all. And not just romantic love.” Shining Armor’s lips curled back, his white teeth glinting. “She has her playmates. And I…”

His lips brushed across Royal’s. The other stallion was too shocked—and too happy—to resist. Instead, he just melted into the kiss, all tension vanishing and leaving his body sagging, powerless beneath the Captain’s strong, firm lips.

Shining slowly pulled his head back. A thin line of saliva clung to his muzzle, the other end sticking to Royal’s. He smiled—a genuine, kind one, not teasing this time.

“And I,” he repeated. “Have mine.” His eyes were glittering. “So, Royal Keep. Care to play?”

Royal’s kiss was all the answer he needed.

In His Hooves [Chrysalis] [Celestia] [R63] [M/M] [Domination] [Size Difference] [Plushophilia/Voodoo Doll]

Voodoo-plushophilia, between r63 Celestia and Chrysalis (not sure how you might name them) Wherein The king changeling gets his hooves on a plush version of the prince, and anything he does to it is felt by the original. Might include size play, dirty talk,

King Chitin eyed the doll in his hooves with no small amount of glee. It’d taken him far too long to acquire this toy. He was looking forward to seeing whether it would work the way he’d been promised.

A flicker of his horn set the surface of his mirror rippling; a twitch of his neck made the glass resolve into the familiar image of Canterlot Castle. Another flicker, and the picture showed the inside of an even more familiar bedchamber. Chitin’s lips curled into a smile as he saw his soon-to-be victim enter the image.

Prince Solaris. An excellent specimen of masculinity—for a pony, at least. Tall; broad-shouldered; high-browed; and with a beard so luxurious that Chitin had long suspected the prince used magic to maintain it. His wingspan was the widest in the kingdom, his horn the longest and sharpest. Chitin licked his lips eagerly. Not to mention his other horn…

A third flicker of magic set a virulent green aura rippling around the doll. The same aura appeared around the stallion in the mirror, though of course, he couldn’t see it. The entire show would have been rather ruined otherwise. Chitin hefted the doll in his hooves and, slowly, savoring the moment, dragged his tongue along its firm rump.

He watched out of the corner of his eye was the alicorn in the mirror stiffened, his ethereal mane freezing in place. Chitin licked again, then nipped at the plush’s haunches, wormed his tongue between its cheeks. His grin spread even wider as he saw the prince shiver, watched his pupils dilate, his muzzle open slightly—

And then the Solar Prince was back in control. “Who’s there?” he said. Chitin nearly rolled his eyes. That voice. So demanding. So passé. With a tap of his hooves on the floor, a piece of string sprang off of a nearby table and eagerly wound itself around the doll’s hooves.

Chitin watched with glee as Solaris gaped, stumbled, fell. His legs had snapped together, leaving him powerless to escape.

“Who is this?” the prince thundered. His horn rippled with gold, blazing, for an instant, with an aura of white-hot fury before quickly cooling back down. “Release me!”

“Oh,” Chitin said to himself, chuckling. “I’ll release you all right. But first…” He carefully levitated the plush up to a miniature mattress he’d assembled out of a bit of cloth and some twigs. “We wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable, hm?”

The Solaris in the mirror struggled as he was levitated from the floor to his bed, evidently by the same unseen assailant that had already rendered him powerless. “Damn you,” he grunted. “Damn y-ooooh.”

Chitin’s lips curled upward as he busied himself with lapping at the plush’s exposed crotch. There wasn’t any “equipment” there, but he could easily imagine the prince’s member being taken up by an invisible, gargantuan mouth. He could imagine the prince grunting and groaning, struggling to free himself even as waves of pleasure rolled through his crotch.

Chitin waggled his tongue a bit, imagining it curling around a much smaller member. He was rewarded for his efforts when he heard the prince groan for real. One glance at the mirror showed him his prize: Prince Solaris’ massive, throbbing erection. It stuck out of his legs like a fifth limb, its thick, veiny head pulsing evenly as Chitin worked it by proxy.

Never in person could he have imagined taking the entire thing—but here, with the aid of a certain kind of thaumaturgy…

He let up on the blowjob for a moment, grinned as the tension just melted away from Solaris’ body. “Enjoying the break?” he murmured at the prince’s rippling image. “Perhaps you think I’ve gone. Or that I’ve freed you.”

His own erection, a more-than-healthy thirteen inches long, was already prodding at the doll’s rump. To a normal-sized pony, his would already be an impressive length. But to a pony the relative size of a doll…

Chitin grinned as Solaris’ eyes widened, grunted as his well-lubed tool slipped between the asscheeks of his little toy. “Well, my prince,” he purred. “I certainly hope you enjoy feeling full.”

Spunky [Sombra] [Shining Armor] [Spike] [Mane 6] [Transformation] [Absorption] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Cock Growth]

How about my previous story idea that last time about King Sombra transforming the Mane6 into his huge penis and aged-up!Spike and Shinning Armor into his huge balls.

“Do your worst!”

Sombra glanced down amusedly at the blue pegasus. She’d been laid prostrate at the foot of his throne, her muzzle just inches away from him. Then he turned to the stallion who’d spoken - the little upstart who’d thought he could steal the King’s throne. He was still defiant. Spunky, even.

An idea came to the king’s mind. Spunky… Yes…

“I could do my worst,” he said, “as you called it. But I think I’ve got something a little more…interesting in mind.”

The pegasus’s eyes widened as the king’s member popped out of its sheath. Even laying across his legs, soft, it was a good foot in length. His two swollen balls followed soon after, each one the size of a small orange and filled with royal seed.

“Suck,” he commanded. His shaft prodded against her lips. She shook her head, tears beading at the corner of her eyes.

He scowled. “I said, suck.” A lash of shadow smacked her in the rump. When she still refused to open her mouth, he lashed her a second time and forced her mouth open.

His cock shoved its way into her mouth, forcing her jaws apart. Sombra groaned pleasantly as he felt her warm tongue moving against his shaft. “Was that so hard?” he asked. The mare only glared.

His horn flickering with shadow, he lined each of the other mares up behind the first. He made sure to position them so that it’d be impossible to miss the winking pussy of the next mare in line. “If you please me,” he said, “it may in turn please me to let you go. So get licking.”

As the mares helplessly got to work, Sombra levitated the two males of the party - the “spunky” stallion and a large, young drake - toward him. He settled them before his throne, one on each side of the pegasus. He grinned down at them. “I will enjoy this.”

Then, summoning up his magic, he got to work.

This wasn’t a dark spell, per se, but it was by no means light magic. Forced transformations had never been favored by the uptight mages that the Empire had hosted before his ascension. Sombra moaned softly, his hips shifting slightly as his cock and balls grew warm. His horn flared and the two males found themselves cheek-to-testicle with his balls.

Sombra began to pant. The mares before him seemed to notice the change, and were now grunting in fear and confusion as the magic around them stiffened them into complete immobility Sombra let his head roll back onto his shoulders, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, while the spell took hold.

The mares below him started to melt together, their skin shifting, flowing, melding together. Each mare’s eyes opened wide, their muffled grunting becoming louder and louder.

But it was no use. Starting with the pegasus attached to his crotch, the .jet-black color of Sombra’s member began to spread across their coats. Their bodies twisted, shifted until they were smooth, veins extending from the first to the last.

Sombra smiled as he watched the largest of the group - the orange one - melt away into the others, her generous hips reforming into his bulging medial ring. Finally, the lips of the blue pegasus melted into his groin, her muzzle warm and gooey against his crotch - and then it was gone.

An enormous, twelve-foot cock, as tall and wide as a pony, extended all the way from Sombra’s crotch, down the steps of the throne, to the floor. He grinned as he watched the fear and rage quivering in the young drake’s eyes.

“Delightful.” He tasted the word, swilled it around. “But with a shaft so wonderfully large, I’ll need a pair of balls to match.” And he summoned up the magic once more.

This time, he groaned even louder while the spell set to work reforming the stallion and drake’s bodies. It curled them into spheres, forced them into the fetal position before melting away their limbs and smoothing out the edges. The same jet-black color spread across them like a virus, and soon, nothing was left of them but a pair of five-foot-tall testicles, each one churning with a veritable ocean of seed.

“Mmff.” Sombra closed his eyes and massaged the base of his gigantic shaft gently. “Marvelous. Now…”

He grinned as he watched his massive cock begin to harden. He could hear the spooge churning in his balls’ depths. “…let’s see how spunky you really are.”

A Whole Cake [Luna] [Celestia] [Fat] [Inanimate Transformation] [Eating] [Weight Gain] [Vore]

An attempt to prank Celestia with Poison Joke goes wrong when in private she turns into a giant cake and is found by Luna. Weight gain and vore.

“Oh, my.” Luna eyed the big cake with no small amount of interest. “What’s this?”

Silently, upon the table, Celestia screamed. Or would have, had she possessed a mouth. As a cake, she didn’t have much in the way of mental or verbal faculties. As it was, she was completely unable to do much of anything when Luna approached the table, her slightly chubby belly swaying below her as she eyed her “sister” with an obvious hunger.

Luna glanced over her shoulder. Surely a cake this magnificent couldn’t have been left all alone in the middle of the kitchens? It was a full eight-layer cake, angel food cake with vanilla frosting, and absolutely covered in powdered sugar, caramel, and strawberries. Her stomach was growling just from the scent. She gave another sniff and unconsciously slurped up a bit of drool. Surely nopony would notice if she took just a little bite.

The first bite was heaven. She chewed it slowly, thoughtfully, savoring every crumb of the sweet morsel that passed through her lips. When she swallowed, though, she didn’t feel satisfied. She didn’t feel full. No: She wanted more.

“Just another bite,” she told herself. The second bite tasted even better than the first. What was left of Celestia watched helplessly as her younger sister munched on her top layer, smacking her lips happily as her chubby cheeks bulged with cake.

If a second bite, Luna reasoned, why not a third? It’s not like three was that much greater than two. Before she realized, she’d taken another half-dozen bites. By then, any notion of self-control had flown out of the window.

Luna moaned as she gulped down a full slice of cake. The frosting smeared across her face, and her throat bulged a bit around the dessert as it went down. She’d been enjoying her new cushy life in Canterlot, as evidenced by her new waistline and bulging flanks. All prior pig-out sessions, she’d managed to write off as “the appetite of a princess.” But this time was different.

As she gulped down yet another slice, her belly started to round out even more. Maybe it was her sister’s magic, contained within the cake. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the Poison Joke, now becoming something more like a Poison Bloat. Or maybe Luna’s metabolism was just going into overdrive, working hard to convert every calorie of her delicious treat into pudgy, glorious fat.

So Luna ate and ate, her belly dropping lower and lower as she gulped her sister down. She filled herself up, but she didn’t feel full. If anything, she only felt hungrier. The fat flowing out to fill her limbs and belly only seemed to increase her appetite to previously unseen heights.

Her flanks rolled and swelled, rolls of fat drooping down over her haunches. Soon, each one of her Cutie Marks would have been the size of a normal pony’s head. Her belly had just passed her knees. She’d finished growing a second chin. It jiggled whenever she chewed, and she was well on her way to starting a third.

Now heavy enough to match two - or even three - ponies in weight, Luna let herself fall back onto her flanks. Her quivering rump smacked onto the floor with a mighty force, but she felt none of it. The generous padding on her ass saw to that. No; instead, she focused on levitating the second half of the cake before her, fully focused on scarfing the rest of it down as fast as she could.

On and on she ate, and on and on she grew. The cake, which had once been as big as a mare, was now just barely one-third that size. Meanwhile, Luna looked to have nearly tripled hers. When lean, the princess had struck a mean of one-hundred and seventy pounds; after her weeks of overindulgences, she’d weighed in at a pudgy two hundred and twenty. Now, she looked to have reached a solid five hundred pounds of mass, and she still looked ready to grow.

She ate and ate and ate, unknowingly consuming the last of her sister in her greed and gluttony. Finally, she reached the last slice of the cake. Luna eyed it lazily, greedily - and swallowed it in a single, gluttonous bite. Her following belch actually shook the pans hanging from the ceiling.

Luna patted her great, powerful belly, loving the feeling of the taut skin beneath her hooves. “Magnificent,” she rumbled. “Delectable. And tasty.” She amused herself by playing with her fat for a minute or so. It was so soft, so pudgy. Rolls of flab cascaded over her body, shifting and massaging her every time she moved.

And then her stomach growled again. Luna grinned, her chubby cheeks spreading wide as she listened to its plea. “Still hungry,” she mused. “Mayhaps I’ll find something more in the pantry.”

It took a lot of work - and magic - to heave her royal bulk to her hooves, but somehow Luna managed it. Then, with her third chin slapping against her neck and her belly dragging along the floor, she drew herself up and made her way out the door. There was yet food to be consumed this night.

On the counter, an empty platter sat in forlorn silence. Not a bit of poor Celly was left.

Luna hadn’t even left a crumb.

Her Little Mare [Cadance] [Shining Armor] [Size Stealing] [Cock Growth/Cock Shrinking] [Degradation] [Futa] [Futa on Male] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Sissification] [Cum Inflation] [Stomach Bulge]

Cadence lays a spell on shining that makes his cock shrink and makes her already large futa cock grow. And then fucks a sissy submissive shining in public, he only begs for more, with stomach bulging and cum inflation. Please? ^~^

Shining watched his shrinking cock with a kind of morbid fascination. For an instant, he wondered if he’d been insane to do this. What kind of stallion would give up a fourteen-inch cock? And what kind of stallion would give that size up to his wife?

And then he caught Cadance’s own bobbing stallionhood out of the corner of his eye and instantly knew: He would.

All the same, he couldn’t help but whimper softly as he watched his ten-inch cock shrink down to eight, then six, then four inches. His once-enormous balls, which once held enough seed each to fill a tall glass, now were barely larger than acorns. Meanwhile…

Meanwhile, Cadance’s own cock had swelled beyond all imagination. Her balls were each the size of large grapefruits, audibly sloshing and churning with seed. Her shaft, which had been growing nonstop from its already-impressive size of eleven inches, finally tapered off at a full two feet in length.

He swallowed, and uncertainty flared up inside of him again. That swaying, throbbing member filled the entirety of his vision. He suddenly felt very small. Unwillingly, his hooves moved to cover up his crotch. The second they did, though, he knew he’d made the wrong move. He was small enough now that covering his junk was probably easier than showing it.

“Aw,” Cadance cooed. “Is my little husband feeling embarrassed?”

Shining nodded shyly. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Cadance, who was currently stroking her enormous, veined shaft with both hooves. He greedily drank up the sight of her vast, flared head; gorged himself on the sight of her massive, swelling balls; filled his lungs with her overpowering scent. Here was the masculinity that he’d lost: Wrapped up and stolen by this lithe, perfect mare.

“Well, don’t worry.” Cadance smiled, not unkindly, and brushed a hoof behind his ear. His whole body shivered at her touch, and he reluctantly allowed her to pull his hooves away from his crotch. “I’ll make sure you feel needed before the night’s done.”

Her eye caught on his tiny little prick and her lips curled up. “Though you can’t do much with that little thing, I’m afraid. At least you’re still good for something else.” She made a rotating motion with her hoof. “Turn around, honey.”

Shining turned around a hundred and eighty degrees on the bed. His ass stuck up high in the air, and he bit down on his lip while his tiny cock throb. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? To be dominated by his wife, to be shamed by a mare who was more stallion than he? That’d been the plan, at least.

And when he felt Cadance’s massive schlong prodding against his back door, he knew that he was still with the plan, one hundred percent.

She slipped inside of him with but a twitch of her hips, her massive cockhead hesitating only a second before stretching him impossibly, incredibly wide.

“So loose,” Cadance said. She sounded surprised. “Looks like my husband’s been letting the new recruits fill him up again.” She tutted sadly. “Well, you know what the punishment is for infidelity, dear.” Her hooves rubbed soft circles into his back. Shining whimpered softly as Cadance leaned forward, her cock sliding into him up to the medial ring, which bulged even wider than one of his legs.

He whined softly as she nibbled on one of his ears. “You want the rest of this big, fat cock,” she whispered. “Don’t you, sweetie?”

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please, please, please.”

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you.”

His rump twisted, his cheeks tightening around her member. “Fill me up. Fuck me. Make me your mare.”

Cadance lightly stroked along the back of his neck, and he shivered again. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Cadance pulled her cock all the way out to the tip and left it there, teasing. Then, with a sharp intake of air being Shining’s only warning, she grasped his ass firmly in hoof and rammed herself inside of him.

Stars exploded in Shining’s vision. “Oh,” he moaned. “Oh, oh, oh.” He felt so stretched, he felt so full; gods they should have tried this ages ago.

Cadance just kept pounding away at relentlessly. Her hips smacked against his again and again, her massive, musky balls slapping against the backs of his thighs as she rutted him senseless. He loved the way she spread him wide, loved the way she filled him like nopony else ever had.

“You like that,” Cadance grunted, “you little filly?”

“Yes, yes!” Shining realized he was shrieking, then realized he didn’t care. Moving a hoof to his stomach, he felt a sizable bulge prodding against his coat in time with Cadance’s thrusts. He groaned in pleasure and in shock. She was actually bulging out his torso with her cock, her incredibly stallionhood struggling to fit all the way inside of him. He was just a cocksleeve to her, waiting and ready to be filled with her cock and seed.

That knowledge set him off. Shining let out a whimpering cry as his stiff little cock throbbed. A few weak spurts of cum that might have been called “ropes” by a kind onlooker fell from his tip, dampening the bed. He closed his eyes to his own pathetic orgasm; the pleasure was so good, even with that small a size. How could it feel so good to feel so small?

“Ooh.” Cadance was grunting harder now, snorting, whinnying, even. “I’m - I’m - ” She didn’t even make it to the last word before she bottomed out inside of him for the last time. Her cock flared impossibly wide, and Shining’s eyes widened as he felt his insides stretching even wider to accommodate her girth.

And then she was cumming, a flood, an ocean of spooge that was going to fill him up and drown him in her essence. He could feel it washing into him like a wave, ropes and ropes of thick, hot cum that filled his stomach, filled his ass, even started to leak back outward from his poor abused asshole.

His belly actually bulged outward even further as she flooded him with load after load of her seed. Shining watched, eyes wide, as his wife bloated him with what must have been a half-dozen gallons of cum. His stomach just kept dropping downward, growing heavier and wider until it must have reached almost all the way down to his knees. Shining panted, his cum-filled belly swaying and smacking against his legs as Cadance’s orgasm finished off.

Eventually, after another fifteen seconds, it finally did. Cadance leaned forward over him and - not accidentally - driving her cock again deep into him, until almost the entirety of her shaft was surrounded by her own seed. Shining turned to face her and kissed her right on the muzzle, long and deep.

“How was that?” Cadance asked. She sounded almost shy.

Shining groaned deeply. “Incredible.”

A Weighty Punishment [Sombra] [Shining Armor] [Cadance] [Chrysalis] [Gay/Lesbian] [Vore] [Weight Gain] [Fat] [Infidelity]

Cadance and Chrysalis have a secret relationship, Shining finds out, and in revenge feeds them both to Sombra orally, the two them cuddle and kiss as The two inside digest away with plenty of gas! Weight gain afterwards with the announcement of love!

“Shining!” Cadance struggled to keep the smile on her face. On the inside, though, she felt her heart steadily sinking. “We—I—didn’t expect you to be home so early!”

“Thought I’d surprise you.” Shining leaned against the bedroom door. He quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I’m definitely surprised, anyway.”

Cadance’s eyes darted to the side. She abruptly realized that her legs were still tangled up with Chryssi’s. “Oh!” she blurted. She all but pushed Chrysalis aside, the other mare grunting. “I—it’s not what it looks like, honey.”

Chrysalis groaned. “You had to give him that classic line, didn’t you?”

Shining looked amused. “No; I think it’s exactly what it looks like. Good thing I brought along a friend to help absorb the shock.”

“A...friend?” Cadance said hesitantly.

Shining nudged the door open another few inches. Another stallion came into view, his coat jet-black and his shoulders a little broader and a little taller than Shining’s. Cadance gasped.

“Ladies,” Shining said mildly. “I’m sure you know Sombra.”

“A pleasure,” Sombra said, bowing. Cadance swallowed—then stiffened as she felt an inky-black magic spreading across her coat.

“A true shame,” Sombra said, his voice rich and deep. “I’d heard you were an excellent spouse, Princess.” His horn was crackling with power and energy. He smiled as Cadance floated up into the air, completely unable to move. It wasn’t long before Chrysalis joined her—encased in the familiar aura of Shining’s magic. Cadance looked at her husband in shock.

He shrugged. “Sorry, Cadance.” His horn flickered with Sombra’s, and the two mares slowly floated toward the exiled king.

“What are you doing?” Chrysalis demanded. “Release me!”

Cadance’s pupils dilated when she took in the smug look on Sombra’s face. The legends spoke of how he punished his prisoners, of how he had a certain predilection for— “No,” she gasped. “No, you can’t!”

“I’m afraid,” Sombra said, almost apologetically, “that I most certainly can, Princess.” And with that, he opened his mouth wide.

Cadance shrieked as her head went straight into his gullet, her world turning black in the blink of an eye. She tried to escape, tried to push him away, but the grip of his magic was like iron. Instead, she just felt herself be pulled deeper and deeper inside Sombra’s gullet, his mouth opening even wider—impossibly wide—to fit around her shoulders.

Outside, Chrysalis watched Sombra’s feast with a mixture of disgust and fear. “Oh, no,” she said. “Oh, no. You cannot—I am the Queen—you—” A quick silencing spell shut her up. Sombra’s eyes darted toward Shining in silent thanks, then promptly refocused on his meal.

His neck bulged out even wider as Cadance’s torso entered it, her head already reaching the end of his esophagus. As he gulped her down, more and more of her was freed from his magical grasp—but that just left her powerless in his physical grasp. She screamed, thrashed, squirmed, but all Sombra felt was a pleasant vibration in his throat and belly, which only encouraged him to gulp her down even faster.

Cadance’s hindlegs were the last to go. Sombra happily slurped them up, her hooves vanishing into his mouth as the rest of her filled out his belly. Then Cadance was gone, nothing more than the king’s meal. She squirmed and twisted pleasantly in his belly, mixing up the gases inside. Sombra let out a long, slow belch, then turned to Chrysalis, a hungry flame in his eyes.

Before she could even blink, Shining had tossed her into the king’s waiting maw, this time hooves-first. Sombra’s mouth opened up wide enough to take a full half of her body in at once, his throat bulging even wider than before as he gulped her down. Cadance, an alicorn, hadn’t been small by any means, but Chrysalis was as large as Celestia. Shining watched with awe and no small amount of arousal as his wife’s mistress, too, vanished into Sombra’s sagging belly. Finally, Sombra gulped down her head, and Chrysalis’s panicked face disappeared into his stomach.

Sombra blinked, a deep gurgling filling the room. A beat...and then he burped, louder, lower, and longer than ever before. Shining actually felt his mane shake. Then the king, his belly so large as to actually push him off of the floor, turned his head to face his accomplice.

“You did well,” he observed. His teeth glinted white, and his hooves, raised above the floor by a good five inches, rubbed happily against the sides of his belly. “They were...delicious.”

Lust still glimmering in his eyes, Shining stepped forward and laid a hoof on his king’s belly. Sombra groaned, his stomach gurgling pleasantly as Shining rubbed and massaged its tight surface. “Ooh, yes.”

Shining looked up at him and smiled. Sombra looked down and smiled back. Shining leaned forward, his muzzle up, his lips pursed…

A week later, King Sombra hefted himself down from his throne. Shining watched with amusement and no small amount of arousal as the king’s belly shook and jiggled, the force of the impact setting Sombra’s thick, round rear bouncing like jello. He was almost surprised that the floor didn’t shake, too; with a belly so big that it scraped along the floor as he walked, a double chin verging on a triple, and flanks so thick that either could hold a small foal comfortably inside, King Sombra was the largest, most bountiful stallion he’d ever seen.

The two exchanged a kiss. “The damn thing,” Sombra grumbled as he pulled away, his black cheeks flushing. “It doesn’t fit like it used to at all.”

Shining just grinned. He patted Sombra’s rear, chuckling as he watched the waves of fat jiggle and bounce across the king’s torso and back. “You know you love it.”

Sombra raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps I do.” This time, when they kissed again, there was no grumbling afterwards.

Lemme Help You [Applejack] [Applebloom] [Giantess/Amazon] [Growth] [Muscles] [Hyper Breasts] [Outgrowing] [Size Difference] [Bigger Little Sibling]

Soon after drinking one of her own potions, an aged-up anthro Apple Bloom builds muscle with even the slightest strain. She finds, to her own growing arousal, that even simple chores are making her bigger and stronger than a jealous Applejack's wildest dreams. She delights in making sure Applejack knows that.

“Darn it,” Applejack grumbled. She reached for the top shelf on tiptoe, her powerful thighs straining to keep her body raised. “Where is that kettle?”

She should have known better than to speak aloud. A trio of loud thuds shook the kitchen floor, and she winced when the last one stopped just behind her. Already knowing what to expect and hating it, she glanced up—directly into a giant pair of knockers smushed together right above her head.

“Don’t worry, sis.” Apple Bloom. Damn that filly. “I got it for ya.” A heavily muscled arm, as thick as Applejack was wide, reached over the massive bust and poked around the shelf for a second. Then—”Got it!”

Applejack soured as the arm retreated, a comparatively tiny kettle grasped in its fingers. Then she heard another pair of thuds and the shadow over her retreated. Once she’d taken a deep breath and warned herself not to say anything rash, she could to three, and then slowly turned around.

She looked up. Sure enough, there was Applebloom, her “little” sister turned big. The “filly” was grinning down at her. She’d palmed the kettle and had held it up to about shoulder-level, which, to Applejack, was about a foot and a half too high.

“Thanks,” Applejack said, as politely as she could manage. “But I coulda gotten that myself, thanks.” She waited for Bloom to hand it back down to her. She could have reached up for it and asked, but darn it, that was downright demeaning. She wasn’t about to reach up to her baby sis, no matter how much bigger AB had gotten.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Bloom grinned down at her over the shadow of her enormous bust. Privately, Applejack wondered how she’d managed to even fit those things into the kitchen. Admittedly, Big Mac’s extra-wide chest meant that all Apple doorways were a bit wider than regulation, but Bloom’s knockers were something else. Each one was a good three feet wide, with an erect nipple nearly half the size of AJ’s fist. AJ didn’t doubt that her “little” sister was getting off on looking down on her “big” sis. She wondered how long it’d taken Granny to knit a sweater that could cover even half of those massive tits.

She shook herself back to reality. “Y’all always taught me to help out family whenever I could,” AB was saying. She flashed AJ a smile. “I’m always glad to lend my ‘lil sis a hand.”

That did it. Dignity could go stick itself where the sun didn’t shine. Applejack shoved a hand into the air and held it there expectantly. Apple Bloom chuckled and let the cast-iron kettle drop into her sister’s hand. AJ struggled to hold in an oof as the forty-pound monstrosity dropped into her grasp. Out of the corner of her eye, she could almost swear she could see Bloom flexing. Just one of those biceps had to be bigger than her head! How did a filly even get that big?

She huffed. “Now,” she said, more to herself than anything else. “To get that cider opened—”

“Oh!” Applebloom said, beaming. “I got it!”

“Bloom—wait—” But the oversized filly was already bounding over to the pantry. In one quick motion, her thighs and arms flexing casually, she grabbed a five-foot barrel of cider, hoisted it up into the air—and started to tremble.

“Consarnit!” Applejack swore, reflexively taking a step back. Applebloom was grinning, though, and as her “little” sister watched, the filly-turned-amazon began to grow. Her mane had already been brushing up against the ceiling, but soon she was leaning forward so that her head wouldn’t bump against the plaster. Her breasts surged out even wider, her nipples dampening as the XXXL-sweater was slowly pushed up to just below their height. Her hips widened until they were three times as thick as Applejack’s. Her muscles bulged, surging in size, veins pumping and swelling as their owner grew even larger.

Finally, her growth tapered off, leaving her a good six inches taller than she’d been when the spurt had begun. Applebloom blinked, grinned, then took a step toward Applejack. The floor cracked slightly beneath her weight.

“What was that, lil’ sis?” she asked.

Applejack swallowed, then scowled. “Now, listen here, missy. Y’all can’t keep growing like that?”

“Why not?”

Applejack almost said it, then stopped herself. “I…” she said, her voice trailing off.

Applebloom gave a casual flex of her muscles. She took a deep breath, her chest inflating impressively. “Go on,” she said. “I’m listenin’.” Applejack mumbled something. “Can’t hear ya, sis.”

“Because…” Applejack inhaled deeply. “Because you might outgrow the damn house!”

Applebloom’s smile turned sly, almost predatory. “Well, shucks,” she said, licking her lips. “Can’t have that happenin’.”

Tied Up [Rarity] [Applejack] [Big Mac] [Bondage] [Domination] [Spanking]

Applejack and Rarity bondage with Applejack's lasso plus big Mac ^^

Darkness. Then—

Rarity’s head jerked as something was torn away from her face. She squinted, blinking against the sudden influx of light. Her vision slowly cleared, and finally resolved into...Applejack, holding a blindfold in one hoof and smirking down at her.

Rarity’s eyes widened. There was hay beneath her hooves. Mud! She was in the barn! On her knees! She tried to get up—and then realized that she couldn’t. Her hooves were fixed in place. She grit her teeth, struggled, then froze at the telltale sound of straining rope.

She glanced to her side, mouth agape. She’d been tied down!

“Likin’ your new digs, Rarity?”

“Applejack!” Rarity demanded. “What is the meaning of this? Let me—ngh—go!”

Something flickered across Applejack’s face, but it disappeared soon enough. Good. She hadn’t said the safeword. So…

“Afraid I can’t do that, sugarcube.” Applejack reached up and caressed Rarity’s cheek. A strand of Rarity’s mane had fallen over her face, and Applejack brushed it away with an almost surprisingly gentle motion. “See, I got you right where I want you.” She grinned toothily, then look at something over Rarity’s shoulder. “And so does he.”

Rarity strained to turn her head. Something was keeping her neck in place. Still, she managed to look around forty degrees to her left—just enough to look up into the grinning muzzle of Big Macintosh, and down at the flared, dripping head of his massive stallionhood.

“O-oh,” Rarity said. She licked her lips. “O-oh, my.” Then she remembered her role. She struggled against the ropes that Applejack had tied her down with, did her best to yank her hooves free. But if there was one thing the Apples knew, it was how to tie a knot.

She felt something heavy on her rump. “Don’t fret, Miss Rarity.” Big Mac’s voice was rich and deep, an earthy, wonderful sound. His hoof slid across her soft, plump rear. She gasped when he gave her ass a quick squeeze. “We’re gonna show you a real good time.”

She struggled even harder. “Un-unhoof me! Immed—” Her demands cut off into muffled whimpers when she realized that Applejack had tied yet another rope around her muzzle, keeping it (mostly) shut. Then she felt Applejack’s lips against hers, felt that apple-sweet tongue probing against her lips. Rarity struggled still, trying to force the rope open, but that only stretched it enough to let Applejack slip her tongue into her muzzle. And then she was kissing her back, their tongues probing, mixing, dueling as Applejack’s wandering hoof tightened her bindings even further—

Applejack finally pulled away with a sigh. There was a thing rope of saliva hanging from her lips, which she quickly wiped away. “Sorry, sugarcube,” she said, almost cheerily. “Can’t have you cryin’ out until we’re done with you.”

Rarity gasped as she felt something nip her ear—not too hard, but sharply—a twinge of pain and pleasure shooting through her system. Then she felt something thick and heavy pushing between her ass cheeks, There was a massive weight pressing down on her back, a wide hoof wrapped around her stomach. Big Mac exhaled onto her neck, making the hairs there stand straight up. Rarity shivered.

Applejack smiled down at her, not unkindly. Rarity shuddered again as Applejack massaged her shoulder, right below where the rope of her lasso held her down. “Now don’t you worry none, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “We’re gonna have fun.”

A ringing smack rang through the barn as Big Mac brought his open hoof down onto Rarity’s flank. She sucked in her breath sharply. Tears came to the corners of her eyes. That stung!

Then she groaned, feeling Big Mac’s mammoth of a stallionhood slowly rub up and down between her throbbing asscheeks. His balls’ musky scent filling her lungs, and she felt a steady drip of wetness beginning between her legs. Oooh...yes.

Applejack just put a hoof under her chin and tilted her head up. She grinned. “Lots of fun.”

Outgrow You [Shining Armor] [Twilight Sparkle/Dusk Shine] [R63] [Anthro] [Gratuitous Cum] [Macro/Growth] [Muscle Growth] [Cock Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Size Difference] [Bigger Little Sibling]

Dusk Shine's magical potential transforms him into a towering sex god, growing slowly bigger with every orgasm as he masturbates without cooldown. Shining Armor, so used to being in charge, steps into Dusk Shine's cum-soaked room and makes a final effort toward asserting himself as the 'big' brother.

Shining rapped on the door. “Hey!” he hollered. “D’you mind?”

Normally, he was happy to leave Dusk’s room alone. Even when his little brother got a little more...rowdy on some nights, he’d always been more than happy to keep his indiscretions quiet. But this was just ridiculous. He’d heard nothing but thumps, thuds, and ear-splitting groans across the hall for the past ten minutes. This was just getting ridiculous. Dusk was lucky Mom wasn’t home, or else she’d definitely be throwing a fit.

The thumps and groans stopped. “Come in and make me.”

Shining’s temper flared. Usually, he was an even-headed stallion, but dammit, he’d been studying, and he had a test tomorrow, and what the hay was he doing in there anyway? He was too angry to register that his brother’s voice had sounded deeper, richer than it usually did. He clenched his fist around the doorknob, prepared himself for what he was about to see, and flung it wide open.

It took only an instant for him to realize that he hadn’t prepared himself for this.

Dusk was on his bed, alright. Right where Shining had expected him. But the normality stopped there. The bed, and the rest of the room to boot, was absolutely drenched in white. Shining’s nose wrinkled when he identified the thick, creamy substance that was clinging to the walls, dripping from the ceiling, and even squelching around his foot. But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed.

No; what Shining Armor noticed was his brother.

Dusk Shine was, normally at least, a rather slender, mild-mannered stallion. About a half a head shorter than his older brother, he’d always been more interested in books than anything. But now, he was nearly unrecognizable.

The huge, hulking beast of a stallion sitting on his brother’s bed couldn’t possibly be his little brother Dusk. Shining stared up at him with dawning horror, but the resemblance was irrefutable. Just over nine feet of perfect, bulging stallion grinned down at him from over a pair of pecs that looked like a pair of half-ton weights. His stallionhood, more than half as thick as Shining’s waist and two-thirds as tall, throbbed mightily.

Dusk smirked. “Hey there, lil’ bro.”

A “drop” of precum, easily bigger than Shining’s fist, oozed from the tip. Shining watched it fall, slithering down the side of Dusk’s massive, veined cock before breaking open atop his massive ballsack. He was instantly overcome by a wave of thick, overpowering musk, a scent full of sweat and sex and muscle.

He looked back up at his brother’s face and swallowed. He started to say something, but whatever it was died in his throat along with his courage.

He gulped. “How—” He choked on the words.

Dusk smirked. “Turns out when your magic is strong enough…” He left the last words hanging, then chuckled. “You’re staring an awful lot, little brother. Like what you see?”

“No,” Shining snapped. But… His eyes roved, almost hungrily, across every inch of flesh belonging to his once-smaller brother. Dusk’s grin grew, and he gave a not-so-subtle flex of his arms, his massive hands clenched around his shaft. The biceps alone bulged out larger than Shining’s head, and his enormous stallionhood gave another throb at the motion. Then he resumed sliding his palms up and down his length, his sausage-thick fingers just barely managing to meet around on the other side.

No! It wasn’t fair! How could his brother be so big, so massive, so… His mind rejected the word perfect, but his soul certainly thought it. He’d been working out for months to try and get in shape to join the Royal Guard. He’d been successful, too, attracting more than one look from the girls—and guys, to boot—as his arms filled out his sleeves, his chest pushed out his shirt, and his legs grew thicker and more toned. He’d even grown a bit, hitting six foot two on one scale and eight inches on the other. More than respectable—fantastic.

But next to Dusk, those gains were nothing. Shining licked his lips, then blushed when he took in how Dusk was staring at him.

“No,” Shining said again, a little more breathily. It was getting hard to convince himself, really. “You just—you have to stop. You can’t be this loud or this…” He paused, then held out a hand toward the rest of the cum-drenched room. “This!”

“Oh, really?” Dusk smirked at him then bent over, giving his flared head a long, slow lick. He barely even had to reach at all to do it. Shining had tried to suck his own dick once. He’d made it most of the way, too. But Dusk didn’t even had to try; his massive stallionhood was so thick, so long that it reached all the way up to his chest, sandwiching itself between his massive pecs, rubbing against his muscles as he steadily worked the lower shaft. “And who’s going to make me?”

Shining swallowed. “I’ll—I’ll tell mom!” The door slammed shut behind him and he jumped.

“No, you won’t.” “Dusk chuckled. “She’s not even home.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Man,” Dusk groaned, interrupting him. He had his eyes closed, and was steadily pumping his dick up and down. Thick veins throbbed against his open palms, a steady river of pre providing more than enough lubrication for the sex god to jack off. “You have no idea how good this feels.” One eye peeked open. “Little brother.”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.” Dusk was getting into it now, his hips jerking back and forth as he pumped. “Mm. You’re little. So little, compared to me. You’re just a little colt, and I’m bigger than you’ll ever be.”

Shining took a step back, tried the door. It wouldn’t budge. “Dusk—”

“And I’m just going to keep on growing.” Dusk was moaning, the bed creaking louder and louder under his weight. A fat spurt of precum erupted from the top of his dick, easily twice as large as one of Shining’s loads, and hit the ceiling above him. “I’m going to get bigger and bigger, and you’re just going to keep getting smaller.”

He was panting, his arms and legs flexing as he reached his peak. Every impact of his massive thighs and rear on the bed shook the whole floor. Shining stumbled, unable to look away.

“I’m going to outgrow you,” Dusk groaned, “outgrow this room, outgrow this house. I’m going to be the biggest stallion you’ve ever seen. And I’m going to keep you around, a tiny little shrimp, just to compare myself to you, so that everypony for miles around can see just how tiny, how whimpy you are, and just how big, how massive, how fucking amazing I am—”

His hips bucked wildly while his cock swelled. Shining could actually hear his balls churning and sloshing as a massive bulge travelled up his brother’s length—and then Dusk was cumming what seemed like gallons and gallons of spooge, an endless wave of white washing up against the walls and ceiling and pretty much everything else. Only a quick shield spell saved Shining from the same fate. The rest of his room didn’t fare quite so well.

Dusk’s orgasm lasted a good twenty seconds, his enormous cock squeezed against his pecs as he erupted with rope after rope of cum. He roared with pleasure, groaned with joy. And then he started to grow.

Shining watched in stunned awe as his “big” brother got even bigger. His head inched up and up toward the ceiling. His muscles swelled, each of his arms now as wide as Shining’s whole body as his legs approached the size of tree trunks. His pecs pushed out from his chest, swelling, bulging, until it was a struggle for Shining to even look up into his brother’s face.

Then the bed creaked, groaning for the last time, and shattered beneath Dusk’s massive weight. Shining was flung to the ground by the force of the impact. He hit the wall, coughing and wheezing.

Then he looked up at his brother...and up, and up, and up. Even sitting down on the floor, now Dusk’s head was just a few feet away from the ceiling. At first, his “big” brother looked even more surprised than he did. But then a sly, calculating look came over his face, and he chuckled deeply.

“Much better,” he said. He stretched, groaning as his joints popped and his muscles swelled. Then his eyes fell on Shining. His massive cock, now even with his eyes and just as big as his formerly “big” brother, throbbed. “What’s that?”

Shining was powerless to resist as his big brother wrapped one enormous hand around his waist, easily reaching across the room, and lifted him up to eye level. He struggled in vain. “Let me go!”

Dusk laid a single massive finger on Shining’s crotch. “Looks like you do like what you see,” he said. There was an evil grin on his face.

Shining gulped. His boner throbbed.

The Inevitable Guest [Caramel] [Braeburn] [M/M] [Size Difference] [Hyper Cock] [Big Balls] [Musk/Aromaphilia]

While Braeburn is visiting from Appaloosa, Caramel invites him to stay at his house. Within days, Braeburn's messy living and masculinity have saturated Caramel's house in his musk, and Caramel finds his attention increasingly focused on Braeburn's much bigger dick. Gay sex ensues.

“I’m home!”

Home. It was Caramel’s home, thank you very much. But somehow, he didn’t mind Brae calling it that. His nostrils flared as the other stallion’s masculine scent filtered through them. After three weeks of cohabitation, it was hard to find a place in the house where Brae’s musk hadn’t permeated, but when the stallion himself walked through the door, that musk suddenly doubled in strength.

It wasn’t hard to see why. Caramel trotted to the door, a grin on his muzzle. There was Brae alright—when had he stopped calling him by his full name?—and there was a matching grin on his own face. As Caramel gave him a wave, he couldn’t help but feel something in his crotch throb at the sight.

The culprit for the house’s much more masculine scent was clear: Braeburn’s big, fat, juicy—where had that thought come from?—stallion cock. Caramel took Brae’s Stetson and hung it up on the hatrack, licking his lips as he tasted the scent of Brae’s malehood on the air. Then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he turned back and took in the view.

Caramel had never really been a shining example of masculinity. Even when he’d worked for the Apples, he’d done mostly odd jobs, mostly helping with cooking, cleaning, or accounting. Meanwhile, Braeburn had worked on the range his whole like, and it showed.

Standing a good three inches taller than Caramel, every inch of Brae’s body was padded with taut, lean muscle. As the other stallion stepped into the house and took a deep whiff of the air—Caramel honestly wondered whether that was intentional—his chest muscles flexed, and his cock (oh gods, that cock) bobbed pleasantly against his chest.

“Mm,” Brae said. “That stew I’m smellin’?”

“Ooh!” Right. The stew. Caramel smiled shyly, his eyes still stuck on Brae’s throbbing stallionhood. His own maleness wasn’t exactly small, though at five inches, he was firmly on the lower side of average. Braeburn’s sixteen-inch cock, though, felt almost larger than life.

If there was ever a time when it wasn’t erect, Caramel had yet to see it. No matter the time or place, Braeburn’s massive stallionhood was always erect and glistening with pre, his apple-sized balls continuously swelling with seed.

The first week after he’d moved in, Brae had tripped over the last stair, sending him and Caramel head over hooves across the floor. Brae had wound up on top, his massive, throbbing cock rubbing against Caramel’s, steadily drooling pre onto the smaller stallion’s chest. Caramel had jacked off to the memory in bed that night; the fact that he could have fit three of his stallionhood into Brae’s and still have space left over simultaneously shamed and aroused him to a peak. He’d never really considered his sexuality in any real way, but the splatter he’d left on his headboard—a bigger, thicker load than he’d ever let off before—spoke for itself.

He couldn’t help it. There was just something about the country stallion, some kind of animal magnetism, that gripped Caramel down to the bone and pulled, hard. The way his thick, stallion musk filtered into every part of the house soon filtered into every part of Caramel’s thoughts as well. Soon, he’d stopped wondering when he’d force Brae to get some air freshener or deoderant; soon, he’d stopped wanting to bring up the odd stains he’s found on the furniture, the pillows, the ceiling—the ceiling!—and just began to wish that he’d been there when Brae had left them.

A snap in front of his face brought him back to reality. “Hey,” Braeburn was saying, waving a hoof in front of Caramel’s face. “Y’all alright in there?”

He was more than alright. But—

—the stew! “Oh! Yes! Fine,” Caramel said. He quickly leapt up and stared down the hall. “The stew!” He made a dash for it, his pathetic five-inch erection slapping against his thighs as he went.

He could have sworn he’d seen a half-lidded smirk on Brae’s face while he’d been staring. But that was impossible. Such a strong, masculine stallion couldn’t have been...happy that he’d been staring. Right?

Impossible.

The Cocksleeve [Rarity] [Rainbow Dash] [Futa] [Inanimate Transformation] [Big Cock] [Public]

Continuing the tradition of clothing TF: one of Rarity's friends is accidentally transformed into a literal cocksleeve and she decides to wear them for the day. This wouldn't be a problem, except Rarity won't stop staring at handsome stallions, making her full-sized erection difficult to hold.

Rarity eyed the stallion in front of her with no small amount of approval. She’d always had an eye for cute stallions—and mares—and this one was no exception.

She slid one hoof down her side, letting it fall into the curve of her flank. One had to make sure that they were prepared for a meeting with one of the opposite sex. With that said, she noted that the line for the bakery wasn’t moving forward any time soon, and so took it was an opportunity to ogle a bit more.

The curve of the stallion’s flank was almost as attractive as her own: taut, firm, with a slight evidence of the bubble-butt that more submissive stallions tended to hone. She stifled a giggle, then peeked around him—ostensibly to see the front of the line. But instead, she managed to catch a glimpse of his jaw: thick, rugged, with a well-molded coiffure and a neckline that spoke of just enough attention to one’s fitness. Her lower lip soon found itself quivering with desire.

At the sight of such a suitable specimen, Rarity’s cock began to perk up between her hind legs. She’d already been semi-erect, the feel of warm fresh air on her skin being enough to arouse her to a minimum. But the sight of this stallion’s tight, inviting rear, of his rugged, splendid countenance, was simply too much to keep things in polite company. Her own “stallionhood” swelled and throbbed, soon passing a foot in length and nearly half that in girth.

She wasn’t fully erect yet, though. A proper lady had larger, better equipment than that. Yet something held her back: namely, the bright blue cocksleeve that surrounded her member. The cocksleeve, one Rainbow Dash-turned-cocksock, would have blushed had she been capable. Instead, she merely groaned internally as Rarity’s thick, full member strained against her fabric.

Rainbow Dash made for a very comfortable cocksleeve, it turned out. Her soft, smooth threads rubbed pleasantly against Rarity’s member, only driving the mare’s arousal to even greater heights. But such a cocksleeve as Rainbow had been made into was meant for a stallion of a more moderate size. Ten inches in length and three in girth was about the extent of what Rainbow Dash’s new form could handle. But Rarity’s size wasn’t anywhere near so modest.

Rainbow Dash was stretching more than she could have ever prepared for (insomuch as anypony can ever prepare for being made into a sentient cocksock to be worn on a best friend’s throbbing, erect member). Rarity’s stallionhood was now reaching fifteen inches in length, with a circumference of nearly fourteen, and Dash was very much unprepared and overstuffed. Dash felt her threads being stretched even wider around Rarity’s massive member as it topped out around sixteen inches long, the tightness of the cocksleeve only serving to turn Rarity on even more.

Rarity herself eyed the stallion’s rump even more closely, licking her lips as the line stepped forward and she was able to see his rear creasing and flexing with his step. What a catch, indeed. She was able to catch just the barest glimpse of his stallionhood between his legs: a well-sized pair of balls, a bobbing, veined cock. Neither were anywhere near her own size, of course, but that was a price one simply had to pay.

A cocksleeve of Rainbow Dash’s size could cover most of a stallion’s member, all the way from the base to the flare. But on a mare of Rarity’s size, she barely even covered a third. Rarity’s nostrils flared as she imagined that stallion’s shaft penetrating her marehood, his balls slapping up against her rump as he rutted her mercilessly—or, perhaps, her own shaft penetrating his rear, her weighty, churning balls more than ready to spill their seed. She wasn’t picky.

Rainbow Dash just sat there around Rarity’s cock and groaned silently. She’d imagined being stretched by her friend’s fat cock more than once...but not like this.

Definitely not like this.

The Couple That Grows Together [Spike] [Applebloom] [Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Breasts] [Big Butt] [Wardrobe Malfunction] [Amazon] [Giant] [Muscles]

Apple Bloom and her boyfriend show off for each other while growing: her into a big-breasted, bubble-butt wielding goddess(tit and ass growth), and him into a muscular sex god(muscle and cock growth). Then they fuck. Hard.

"Welp," Spike said. He glanced down at the potion in his vial and swilled it around a bit. The purplish liquid lapped against the sides invitingly. "Bottoms up." He upended the vial over his mouth and gulped it down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bloom doing the same.

"Well?" Applebloom asked. "Whatcha think, Spike?"

"I think..." He raised a claw. "Tastes...kinda fruity, actually." He smacked his lips, frowned. "And kinda...urgh!" With a sudden gasp, he felt a shock explode inside of his spine. He doubled over, his arm held tight around his stomach as every part of his body seemed to suddenly explode into flames.

He was breathing hard, sweat running down his body as each muscle tried to twist its way out. Then he felt an incredible tightness around his crotch. His pants, which had only just been baggy, now felt too small, too tight, to contain whatever they were now holding. His claws flew for the waistband, struggled for a moment to untie the knot. His roving claws couldn't help but feel a massive and swelling bulge right between his thighs. Even his thighs, even through the fabric, suddenly felt a lot thicker, a lot harder, than they had before.

With a groan, Spike tore his pants off and let the tightness go free. And not a second too soon, either. With a loud, meaty thwack, something long, hard, and pink tore its way through the edge of his pants and smacked him right across the center of his chest. He stared with wide eyes at the indisputable cock bobbing at the lower end of his vision. It took him a moment to realize that it was his: this thick, veiny manhood.

It must have been a good sixteen inches long! And easily that long around. Spike just groaned again as it throbbed, suddenly soaring up a few inches while his balls dropped even lower between his legs. He could feel them groaning, swelling as they were filled with his seed.

Beside him, Applebloom was going through a similar transformation. Her chest was starting to look incredibly tight, her now thimble-sized nipples pressing up against her shirt so hard that the fabric was basically transparent. She stretched her arms out and moaned as two fist-sized damp spots appeared on her shirt, her breasts swelling from what had been a "small" 14DD (which had never been small in the slightest) to something in the G- or H-range. Soon, her shirt had been stretched so far that it only covered her bust, her midriff bared for all the world to see and her underboob hanging loose just above it.

Her ass, already curved and muscled from years of farmwork, was starting to overflow her tight jeans. Thick rolls of assflesh began to protrude out from the top of her belt. The fabric strained and stretched as each one of Applebloom's asscheeks swelled out into a bubble-butt the likes of which nopony had ever seen before. Spike took one look at that glorious rump and groaned again, that shock exploding inside of him once more.

With a mighty rip, his shirt tore in three places at once: once on each arm, and once down the middle of his chest. He felt a heat, a sense of power growing in his chest. He could see his muscles growing, bulging, his biceps exploding in size and pushing the tatters of his clothing to the floor. His cock only throbbed all the harder as he watched his body grow in size and strength. He'd started at just shy of six feet, but as his chest reached massive proportions and his arms flexed larger than a skinny pony's torso—they had to be twenty-five inches around, easily!—he felt his spine lengthening. Each moment, he could feel his limbs reaching out farther and farther. Six feet became six and a half; in no time at all, he hit (and passed) seven.

Applebloom was growing, too. Not as quickly as Spike, but sure enough, the bottoms of her jeans were inching up over her ankles as quickly as her ass was overflowing it. With another rip, her pants split right down her thighs. Her bubble-butt just leapt out of the back, shoving the fabric down the backs of her legs and rippling proudly for all the world to see. Spike felt something bestial, something needful, grab a hold of him at the sight of that ass, at the sight of her massive, straining boobs, and acted.

He stood up tall and grabbed Applebloom in his thick, bulging arms. She groaned as his pecs, each one the size of a beach ball, rubbed against her growing breasts, Each of her breasts was big enough to hold a good-sized foal now, and both were dripping with milk. Spike's cock, easily three feet long by now and a foot thick, was sandwiched between the growing chests of the two titans. As Applebloom surged up to six foot eight, and Spike to seven foot six, the latter's shaft throbbed mightily and gave off a massive spurt of precum that shot right up to the ceiling and stuck there.

Applebloom groaned in pleasure as Spike's hands roved across her tight ass, her boobs squishing against his chest with every little motion. Her velvety-soft mounds embraced his cock all the tighter as the two of them grew. Spike squeezed his marefriend's rump, hard, and gave his hips a quick jerk upward to drive his cock even further between Bloom's breasts. Soon enough, she found herself exploring his body, too, her slender hands dancing across his thick, veined biceps, her voluptuous thighs rubbing against his tree-trunk quads. Their lips met in the middle, each one exploring the other's body, and another shock exploded inside of them as their tongues made contact. Up and up they surged—eight feet, nine feet—until their heads were scraping up against the ceiling of the kitchen, the floor creaking beneath their weight.

Spike pulled away from the kiss with a deep gasp of air, and winced when he hit his head on the ceiling. He looked over his marefriend, eyed every inch of her incredible body. "Wow," he breathed.

Applebloom planted a kiss on his tip and reached around his upper arm with both hands. They couldn't even reach halfway around. "Damn straight," she said, and leaned in for another kiss.

Belle of the Ball [Rarity] [Discord] [Breast Expansion] [Hyper Breasts] [Wardrobe Malfunction] [Public Indecency]

Public breast expansion for Rarity during a party/ball. Anthro is optional. It'll be hot either way. c:

Discord snapped his fingers. For a pregnant moment, silence hung in the air. Then—

A shriek split the air. “Ack! My chest!” Rarity stared down at her bust, eyes wide. “Discord, stop this!”

All eyes were instantly on her. Rarity, who had started out the night with a not unimpressive bust size, had somehow graduated from “well-endowed” to “overflowing”. She was hugging at her bust, with her fingers curled around her rapidly hardening nipples. Her dress began to rip; more and more supple white titflesh was beginning to peek out around the sides of the fabric.

“Oh, but Rarity.” Discord all but trilled her name. In a flash of light, he vanished from his own corner. He reappeared beside Rarity, with one arm leaning on her shoulder. He inspected his claws, then grinned down at her. “I thought you always wanted to be the belle of the ball.”

Rarity watched with horror as her breasts swelled even further. Her dress was becoming almost unbearably tight. She moaned as the straining fabric mashed her two growing mammaries together, her now thimble-sized nipples rubbing against the silk. Two large damp spots began to spread across the dress.

“S-stop,” she gasped. She was now a size H, easily, if not bigger. And her breasts kept right on growing. Her knees wobbled as their growth rate redoubled. The weight was becoming too much for her. “P-please.”

Discord leered at her. His paw wandered down her bust—which by now had stretched out her dress something awful—and gave her rock-hard nipple a little squeeze. Rarity’s eyes rolled back, and her knees nearly gave out right there as a wave of pleasure rocketed up her spine. She could feel her nethers growing wet while a heat grew in her core. Biting her lip, she reached up to her neckline and gripped it tight.

By now, her breasts had grown large enough to each be the size of a small watermelon. Her cleavage was now incredibly conspicuous, and more than one stallion in the now-silent Gala had to turn away to hide his tented dress pants. Rarity moaned again as her legs spasmed, her breasts surging again in size. A long rip emerged in the seams, right down the center of her cleavage.

Discord grinned. “But you seem to be enjoying yourself,” he said, in mock surprise. “I would certainly never step in the way of a lady who knows what she wants. Although,” he added, his eyes glinting, “I may well help her along.” Before Rarity could even say a word, he snapped his fingers again.

Rarity collapsed to her knees at the same instant that her dress exploded off of her. Buttons went flying in every direction from her back. Some hit an unlucky guest; others landed in the cake or the punch bowl. One even shattered a window. Her bra landed on the chandelier. Rarity didn’t care. All she cared about were the two watermelon-sized tits weighing heavily against her chest.

She tried to reach around them, but the best she could do was cup each coin-sized nipple in either palm. She moaned as they throbbed under her touch, a low, throaty sound that mixed well with the lowered murmurs around her. Her tits squished and rippled between her arms, and she moaned again, slowly lowering one hand to her crotch as the other fondled her leaking nipples—

And then she seemed to remember where she was. Her eyes shot open wide. With an extremely ladylike shriek, Rarity made a futile attempt to cover up her massive mammaries with her hands. When that clearly didn’t work, she glanced around frantically for an escape route, found one, and made a break for it, her oversized breasts slapping against her chest every step of the way.

Meanwhile, Discord was laughing, applauding, guffawing. “Good show, good show!” he said. He glanced around the Gala and caught one gold-maned stallion’s eye. In a flash, he’d reappeared by that stallion’s side, with a claw around his waist and a paw on his visibly straining crotch.

Discord gave Prince Blueblood a wink, and vanished with a snap.

Medical Examination [Anthro] [Muscles] [Size Difference] [Fondling] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Crotch Bulge] [OC Only] [Kinda M/M]

Story to an illustration: Cheer goes to the urologist for the first time after mustering enough courage to show his impressive-sized junk. Shenanigans enuse as both try to ignore the lust and raging boners.

“So,” Lavender Care said. He hefted his clipboard, squinted down at his messy handwriitng. “Says here the last time you had a checkup was...two years ago?”

The massive stallion sitting on his examination table nodded. “Yes,” he said, his deep voice surprisingly gentle. “Sounds about right.”

“Mm.” Lavender tapped his pen against his chin. “Okay, then. Just means we’ll have to be a bit more thorough, then. Would you mind removing your clothes for me?”

“Oh! Uh, sure.” Lavender glanced up. Wind Cheer was blushing lightly. The doctor sighed internally; there was always a patient who felt that their checkup was a bit more personal than they’d like. It didn’t help to reassure them that he was a professional, that he was here for their health, and not as any sort of pervert or voyeur. He watched with an admittedly clinical interest as Wind Cheer first removed the baggy sweatshirt he’d worn on the way in, an eyebrow curving up as he saw how thin the stallion’s shirt had been stretched over his body. His muscles had stretched the fabric until its threads did little more than hug every curve of his body, emphasizing just how big, just how bulky, the massive stallion really was.

Then Cheer began to remove the shirt as well. Had he been off the clock, Lavender may well have let out a whistle. Cheer’s upper body simply bulged with muscle: full, rounded pecs; thick, bulging biceps; and a six-pack that looked like it had been cut from steel. Had he been a lesser stallion, the doctor would’ve been jealous; four years of workouts had left him with a swimmer’s build, which, while certainly appreciated by his more recent partners, continued to disappoint him with its comparative skinniness. Here was a body, though, the swelled with power, bulged with strength, built like a steam train and—

He cut that line of thought off halfway. Couldn’t get unprofessional, now. A low cough cut off the blush that had started to rise from his cheeks. But as Cheer began to remove his baggy pants as well, the blush returned in full force.

Bit by bit, the pants slid down, revealing a pair of boxer-briefs that had been stretched beyond all reasonable imagination. Lavender’s hand quivered as he watched Cheer’s enormous bulge come into view: a massive, obscene mound in his underpants that had to be more than twice the size of his head. Just from here, he could easily make out a massive sphere protruding from the larger stallion’s crotch, nestled gently above two smaller bulges (which were still quite enormous in their own right). Lavender gulped and clicked his pen a few times, a nervous tic he’d picked up in medical school, as he watched that enormous bulge rise and fall gently with Cheer’s breaths. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so strange to him that the stallion had walked in here wearing such loose clothing.

As Cheer made to remove the boxer-briefs (though some part of Lavender’s mind wondered how he planned to get them around that bulge, let alone how he’d even gotten them on), the doctor blurted, “That’s fine, that’s fine. You can leave those on.” He licked his lips as Cheer turned his big, curious eyes down onto him. Even seated on the examination table, the muscular stallion was still a head taller than him. “I, er, we’ll be doing a minimal examination today.”

“Sure,” Cheer said. He let his hands fall onto his lap, then blushed when he realized that his “lap” consisted of his bulge, and that his resting palms were doing little more than caressing his concealed stallionhood. He quickly moved them to the table instead.

“Ah.” Lavender cleared his throat. “Er. I’ll need to be able to access the entirety of your, ah, equipment. So if you could stand for me, please?” He licked his lips, struggling to hold onto his professional outlook. With that massive bulge filling his vision, though, that was becoming more difficult by the second.

Cheer nodded and heaved himself off of the table. His package bounced a little bit from the impact, small vibrations rippling all across the fabric. The doctor nodded to himself, stepped forward...and instantly felt Cheer looming over him.

At six feet even, he certainly wasn’t a short stallion. But beside a stallion who easily hit eight feet in height, and with arms that looked to be as wide as his entire torso, he suddenly felt very, very small. He swallowed again. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. With trembling hands, he reached out and took hold of Cheer’s package.

Even through the fabric, Lavender could feel the warmth of Wind Cheer’s stallionhood. He could feel the slightly damp fabric slide against his palms, could feel the blood thumping against his skin. He hefted it in his grasp and inhaled sharply; this was heavy. It had to weight a good twenty pounds, at least! How in the world…?

He pushed the thought out of his mind. He had to cling to his last scraps of professionalism somehow. Licking his lips, he let his hands slide across Cheer’s package, ostensibly checking for any bumps, lumps, or other irregularities.

But his patient seemed to have fewer compunctions about professionalism. Or at least his biology did. As Lavender’s comparatively tiny hands roamed its surface, Cheer’s stallionhood began to stiffen, swelling, straining against its fabric prison. Cheer squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He couldn’t get a boner. Not here, not now.

“W-well,” Lavender said. “You seem to be quite healthy thus far.” He wasn’t blind; he could see Cheer’s stallionhood growing before his very eyes, and could feel it growing stiffer beneath his touch. Maybe he could finish this checkup a little more quickly than usual; it wasn’t odd for a patient to get a boner during examination, but somehow he felt that such an occurence now would be...compromising.

He bit his lip, and mentally swore at himself when he realized that his own crotch was feeling particularly tight. He didn’t have to look down to know that he likely had a fairly noticeable tent in his own pants by now. Cheer’s package may have been absolutely massive, likely reaching a foot and a half in diameter while still soft—How? a more medical, scientific part of his mind shrieked; How was it even possible to be this large?—but Lavender’s ten-incher was big enough on its own to be easily noticeable whenever he got a boner in public. Usually, he had the chance to tuck it under his waistband, or press it down against his leg...but standing here, hefting Cheer’s enormous package in his hands, he somehow felt that it might be best not to draw any attention to his own growing arousal.

Professionalism. Right. A plastic smile all but stapled across his face, Lavender finished his inspection—checking the space between the penis and the testicles (he hoped that using the scientific words would help; it didn’t) for any problems—and finally, thankfully, let Cheer’s package drop back down to his muscular thighs. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, picked up his clipboard, and buried his nose in it.

“All done,” he said quickly. “You’re in tip-top condition.”

Wind Cheer blinked down at him. “You sure? That’s all?”

“Yes, yes,” Lavender said, coughing. “Very good. You’re free to get dressed.” He waved a hand dismissively and turned away to the countertop. He took the chance to readjust his throbbing boner, wincing slightly when he felt a damp spot on the front of his pants. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit.

“The nurse will take a urine sample,” he said, trying to keep his thoughts clear. But the idea kept coming back: an urge, an inescapable curiosity that went beyond just the academic. “And we’ll take a few more notes, and you’ll be free to go.” He suddenly imagined Cheer strolling out of the office, not in his originally baggy clothes, but just in his underpants, his monstrous bulge swaying gently from side to side with each lengthy step—

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Lavender spun back around on his heel. Cheer was around half-clothed now, but the top of his bulging chest still more than caught the eye. The larger stallion blinked down at the smaller, noting that the doctor was blushing madly.

“If you’d like, ah, a more thorough examination, though” Lavender said quickly. “I get off at six.”

The door slammed behind him before Cheer even had the chance to process his words.

New Spell [Rarity] [Twilight Sparkle] [Vore] [Goo/Slime Pony] [Weight Gain] [Humanized] [Fat] [Wardrobe Malfunction]

Twi, as an attempt at a RD/Pinkie style prank, transforms into a slime version of herself and makes the 'important test' of shoving herself down Rarity's throat. However she misread the effects on the eater and now, in addition to being more domineering in general, the originally protesting Rarity enjoys the feeling and is enticed by the possible weight gain if she can keep Twi down.

“Twilight, darling, what are you doi—mmff!”

Rarity’s eyes widened as Twilight’s oozing form forced her mouth open wide. Her jaws worked frantically, but in vain. She could scarcely breathe; her cheeks were bulging as Twilight’s gelatinous mass filled them; her throat was being crammed as full as it could possibly manage.

“Ooh,” Rarity moaned, gurgling slightly around Twilight’s form. The first of her friend’s mass had hit her belly, and in that instant, the sensation of panic flickered into something resembling pleasure. “Mm…” More and more of Twilight slid down Rarity’s gullet, more and more bright purple slime filling her belly by the second. Rarity had one hand on her stomach, and she could actually feel it expanding as Twilight slid inside of her. Whyever her friend had decided to feed herself to her, Rarity decided, could well enough wait. This feeling was too good to resist.

Choking turned to eager gulping. Rarity’s belly was now protruding out in front of her by a few inches, and had pushed her shirt up just as much. Her belt was feeling incredibly tight, and she was sure she’d heard her pants splitting as her thighs thickened and widened. But she was too far into it now to worry about something as meaningless as a loss of her skinny figure. No; Rarity was more than happy to swallow Twilight down whole, ready to transform her friend’s oozing mass into her own tight, bouncing bulk.

Rarity moaned as Twilight entered her up to the waist. As each part of Twilight entered her stomach, Rarity could feel her entire body expanding. A loud rip tore through the air as the inseam of her pants simply gave out. She could feel her belt trembling, quivering, cutting deep into her ballooning flesh. Even her breasts began to expand as well, gaining more and more size and softness as they pushed against her bra and shirt. Buttons popped, one by one, as it became absolutely clear that her gut simply could not be contained.

Her swollen belly as more incredibly tight, now, having swallowed up a good half of Twilight’s mass. But still, Rarity gulped on, happily taking more and more of Twilight’s body down her throat as her stomach bloated outward. She felt her stomach flop down onto her thighs as the last of her buttons burst; somehow, though, her belt was holding on. She groaned, twisted as Twilight entered her waiting maw up to her chest. Twilight’s own substantial chest oozed down Rarity’s waiting throat, hit her stomach. Rarity’s rounded, overstuffed belly strained against the leather belt, pushing as hard as anything.

With a crack like a whip, the belt exploded off of her. Rarity’s belly flopped enormously onto her lap in the same instant that Twilight’s shoulders went down her throat. Rarity’s enormous gut was jiggling and shaking from the shock, little waves of flab rippling all across her body. Her thunder thighs were rubbing against one another now; her massive boobs were spilling out around her bra. Had she been standing up, her belly would have likely hung down past her waist, if not to her knees.

Rarity’s chubby cheeks puffed out as Twilight forced the last of herself inside. Her double chin jiggled and shook along with her belly. Rarity packed on more and more pounds, her corpulent figure swelling into elephantine size while her massive legs exploded from her pants. She moaned aloud, her incredible, plump ass spilling out from the back of her once-loose panties.

And then she gulped for the final time, and all of Twilight was in her belly. Something sloshed in her great, bountiful gut, and Rarity took hold of it with all of her sausage-thick fingers. It squished easily beneath her grasp, overflowing her hands.

“Okay, Rarity,” she heard Twilight say. Her voice sounded incredibly strange echoing against the insides of Rarity’s belly like that. Rarity shivered with pleasure. Those vibrations were...incredibly erotic, somehow. They danced across her gut, tickling her, even as Twilight’s oozing form squirmed inside of her. “Looks like that worked. Time to get out of here.”

Rarity eyed her new corpulent form. Her hands roved across her body, exploring each fold with new interest. She loved how tight the remains of her pants were against her ass; she loved watching her boobs jiggle when she squeezed them against her incredibly tight bra. She gave her thick love handles a squeeze and absolutely melted with pleasure.

She licked her lips and slurped up the last of Twilight’s gelatinous mass. “Mmf,” she murmured, softly stroking her gigantic gut. “I’m positively huge.”

“Hey, Rarity?” Something shifted, sloshing, in her gut. “Can you let me out now?”

Rarity’s smirk became positively devilish. “Sorry, darling,” she said. “But I just love how full you’ve made me.”

“Rarity!”

Wonderbolt Stud [Soarin'] [Spitfire] [Muscle Growth/Muscle Fetish] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Crotch Bulge]

Soarin happens to be an oversexed stud with huge muscles and even bigger cock. He also happens to be the leader of the Wonderbolts. The stud has to fit into his tight uniforms and control his urges to keep his teams reputation untarnished./Soarin discovers the magical world of muscle growth in his new supplement formula. Despite growing concerns for his aerial ability he simply cannot stop packing on more and more muscle each session with a mad glee in his eye.

“Soarin’!”

Soarin’ paused halfway through closing his locker. He glanced over at Spitfire, her voice still ringing in his ears. Or, more accurately, he glanced down at her.

She was glowering at him, hands on her hips and both eyebrows furrowed. “Dammit, Soarin’. I thought you told me you were done with that crap!”

“What crap?” he asked innocently. He hefted his massive body to one side, doing his best to conceal the comparatively tiny bottle of pills in his hand. “You’re losing me, ‘Fire.”

“No nicknames on the pitch,” she growled. “And we’re on in five minutes! How the hell do you expect to fly with us like...this!” She waved a hand in his general direction.

Soarin’ glanced down at himself. A pair of beefy pecs stared back up at him, a shelf of beefy muscle that stuck out so far in front of him that he could hardly even see his feet. He wiggled his toes as he flexed his thighs, unable to see them, but knowing that they were bulging against the skintight fabric of his Wonderbolts’ uniform. He smirked slightly, then looked up again and met Spitfire’s eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. He bounced his pecs a few times for effect, then nearly moaned as his hypersensitive nipples tweaked against the latex suit. Ooh. That felt good. Maybe if he—

“Don’t give me that crap,” she said, reddening. “If you’re going to lead us, you can’t go out on the pitch looking like an overstuffed, bulging musclebeast!”

“Why not?”

“It cuts down on mobility!” she barked. “You won’t be able to do half the maneuvers you should.”

Soarin’ sighed, leaned against his locker. The metal audibly creaked beneath his massive weight. His arm flexed, its bicep bulging up larger than Spitfire’s head before relaxing once more. He grinned down at her, one hand on his huge, muscular ass. “Maybe not,” he said mildly. “But I can make up for it in other ways.”

“With what?” Spitfire said. “That?” She poked a hand in the direction of his crotch, and, perhaps not expecting it to be quite so close, felt her fingers sinking lightly into the soft, warm bulge straining over Soarin’s groin. The studly wall of muscle grinned.

“Maybe,” he said. Deciding he didn’t care for masquerade anymore, he pulled out his other arm from behind his back, his intense, powerful shoulders flexing and rolling with even that simple motion. He tossed the little bottle up and down a few times while his other hand snaked down to his crotch.

His size-up had come with other benefits as well. His shaft, even soft, was straining hard against the fabric of his pant legs. It had managed to form a gigantic pouch, and as he stroked it gently, it grew into an even more massive, thickening bulge. It filled out his pants until it was actually pushing his waistline away from his crotch. Soarin’ gave a low grunt and extended his right leg to make room for his shaft to snake down past his knee. Oh, yeah. Many benefits.

Spitfire just stared at him with an emotion somewhere between shock and disgust. “What the hell, Soarin’?” she said. “Steroids? And some kind of stocking-stuffer?”

“Hey!” Soarin’ said. He patted his straining bulge, then grinned as he felt it thicken up enough to more than fill his entire hand. There was no way any pony would have been able to wrap their fingers all the way around that monster. “This here’s one hundred percent real. And they’re not steroids.” He twisted the cap open with a flick of his thumb; popped a pill into the air and caught it between his thumb and forefinger. He eyed it with no small amount of interest, his massive shelf of chiseled pecs rising and falling with every breath he took. “They’re dietary supplements.”

“My point,” Spitfire spat, “is that you can’t go flying around with a fucking python strapped to your leg, and with a pair of basketballs trailing from your crotch. We’ll get fucking sued into the ground, you idiot.”

Soarin’ didn’t appear to hear her. All his attention was directed on the pill in his hand. “Y’know,” he said, almost softly. He sounded mesmerized, hypnotized. He took a deep breath, his arms and chest casually flexing and pushing out the fabric of his suit even further. His deeply cut, rippling abs were more than visible through the latex, and he had a feeling that if he were any bigger, he’d have to take smaller breaths to avoid ripping it outright. The thought turned him on so much that he felt his massive balls filling up with spunk, churning with seed ready to be spilled. “It’s pretty incredible what these things can do, in all honesty.”

“Soarin’.” Spitfire’s voice was at once both demanding and pleading. “Don’t you dare.”

“And in such a small pill, too?” He sounded incredulous. “I mean, can you believe it? All that size...in something so small.” He licked his lips, turned the pill over in his grip. The massive, spongy head of his cock was puffing up in his pants, and he placed a hand on it again to feel it, swollen and hard, beneath his grasp. He gave his shuddering shaft a quick squeeze, and felt it suddenly lurch with arousal. He heard, rather than saw, the thick splatter of jizz that erupted down his pant leg to pool on the floor. He grinned down at Spitfire’s look of impotent rage. “Man. It kind of makes you want to…”

He closed his eyes, took another deep breath. He could almost swear that his pecs were straining even harder against his shirt this time. He held the image tightly in his mind: the picture of himself, a huge, incredible muscle god, a wall of rippling, bulging muscles with a shaft wider around than his waist and just as tall. He could already hear it: the sound of his clothing’s fibers popping and shredding in a beautiful cacophony of growth, his sleeves bursting into tattered ribbons as his shaft and cum-laden orbs swelled against the puny strength of his bursting pants…

“...take another one,” he murmured, almost breathlessly.

“Soarin’,” Spitfire said, turning red. “Don’t you dare—”

He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it in a single gulp.

More Size For the Prince [Blueblood] [Size Stealing] [Cock Vore] [Hyper Cock/Hyper Balls] [Growth] [Muscle Growth]

Blueblood has been soft cock-voring guards. He always shoots them out after absorbing some size, but realizes he may have overdone it when his latest pair of victims cum out looking like little colts.

Blueblood bit his lip as the first of his two victims entered his cockslit. “Mm, yes,” he murmured, his hips bucking lightly. His flared head bulged around the first guard’s head, then swelled even larger as the guard’s shoulders and torso passed in as well. Blueblood just moaned, his two-foot cock throbbing madly.

Already he could feel his balls churning, sloshing with seed that was ready to swallow up tonight’s “meals”. He gave a low, throaty moan as the first guard was swallowed up fully by his cock. His shaft, normally twenty-six inches long, almost as long around, and large enough to stick out beneath his chest when erect, almost seemed to gobble the guard down as it bulged out to the width and size of a pony.

Blueblood groaned, tossing his head back as he felt the first guard drop into his ballsack. His right nut sloshed and churned, swelling obscenely around its prisoner. His empty cock didn’t stay that way for long, though. Soon enough, it was filled by the other guard, who squirmed rather pleasantly as Blueblood’s shaft swallowed him up.

“Mm,” Blueblood murmured, stroking his massive balls eagerly. He’d been forced onto his rump due to their sheer size—there was no way he could stand in his current condition, given that a pair of ponies were currently occupying their spooge-filled depths—and groaned as he felt his enormous nuts slosh and churn with their squirming occupants.

“Not to worry,” he said under his breath. “I’ll set you free...after I take what I want.” His chest began to heave, his horn glowing and his breaths shortening as he focused his magic.

The squirming in his nuts intensified, but Blueblood paid it no mind. Instead, he began to moan, lightly at first, then more loudly. “Yes,” he murmured. “That’s it. Mmfff.”

His hips bucked lightly as his aura surrounded his whole body. Slowly, his nuts began to shrink—and the rest of his body began to grow. His chest was the first to bulk up, swelling in size and power. Blueblood groaned as his limbs thickened, his haunches grew larger and firmer, his rump swelling until it was a large, muscular bubble-butt.

His limbs lengthened while his neck grew longer, each part of his body growing with the size he was stealing from the guards trapped in his churning nuts. He huffed, panting while his cock glowed, increasing in size by the second. Twenty-six inches became twenty-eight. Thirty. Thirty-one.

He knew he should stop. He always stopped when he’d gotten this far. But being big just felt so good. Growth was the best aphrodisiac he’d ever tasted, and he wasn’t ready to give it up just yet. So on and on he went, sapping up size until he was nearly six feet tall at the shoulder. By now, he could almost look Celestia herself in the eye, and his massive stallionhood had passed three feet in length. His balls had shrunk even further, and, while still absolutely massive, now looked less like they contained full-grown stallions than adolescent colts.

He kept growing, unwilling to let the spell break—yet. Muscles thickened, and Blueblood’s breath came harder and faster. His hooves pumped his shaft while his hips jerked, his whole body growing along with it until it was clear that he was taller than Celestia, stronger than her, larger and more virile than any other pony in Equestria—

With a cry, Blueblood let his orgasm take him. His hips thumped on the ground, jerking irrhythmically as spurt after spurt of thick, creamy-white spooge erupted from his tip. There was a massive pressure at the base of his cock, and then two large shapes were shot out of his flared head with the rest of it, thick ropes of his jizz drenching them and the entire side of the room they’d landed on.

Blueblood’s hips crashed back to the ground. He was breathing hard, his thirty-nine-inch stallionhood throbbing mightily in his massive hoof. He panted, sweat streaming through his matted mane as he squinted at the two shapes and wondered why they were so small.

Two colt-sized royal guards blinked up at him. Blueblood stared at them, then glanced down at his enormous shaft, at his watermelon-sized nuts, at his bulging muscles and massive body. He hauled himself to his hooves, then glanced down at them from his new, much taller perspective.

“Well,” he drawled. “I would apologize. However…” He glanced down at his huge, bulging body, a true specimen of masculinity, and shivered with glee. “I’m afraid I’m simply too happy with the result to bother.” He turned to go, his enormous cock slapping against the underside of his belly. It stuck out a good six inches in front of him, and was thick enough to reach past his knees.

He gave an idle wave of his hoof, then grinned when he felt both his shoulders rubbing against the doorframe. “Good day,” he said, and left.

Hungry [Spike] [Twilight] [Vore] [Weight Gain] [Growth] [Fat]

Spike starts to feel weird around Twilight and ends up swallowing her down in her sleep. Vore/endosama.

Twilight was asleep when Spike found her lying in bed. Good. That made it easier.

Why he wanted it to be easier, he wasn’t sure. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure why he was here at all. He only knew that for the past few days, he’d been hungrier than ever, hungrier than any gem could fill—and that Twilight had started to look incredibly delicious.

Carefully, he pulled the covers back from her sleeping form. He watched her for a moment, her chest rising and falling steadily as she slept. It was kind of cute, really. But watching her wasn’t making him any less hungry.

He started with her back hooves. He picked them up and gently dragged them to the side of the bed. He had to hop up onto the mattress himself to reach, but once he got the edge of her hoof into his mouth, he knew he’d made the right decision. A steady stream of drool trailed out of the corner of his mouth as he stuffed his jaw full of both hooves. He let his throat bulge out around them as he slid a few more inches inside, passing Twilight’s ankles and moving up to her forelegs.

His cheeks bulged greedily around Twilight’s rump as her legs slid into his belly. He felt his whole body tense and then immediately relax as the first part of her splashed down into his waiting gut. She tasted so good. His tongue lapped at her pleasantly plump rear—a librarian’s lifestyle didn’t lend itself to much exercise—as his jaw unhinged completely to take the rest of it in.

Twilight was squirming softly now, her muzzle contorted and her eyes squeezed shut. Spike didn’t mind, though. All he cared about was the growing bulge in his belly and the concentration he needed to keep his mouth wide enough to swallow down Twilight’s torso. His throat muscles worked steadily, working hard to take all of her in. His belly bloated out as her rump followed her legs, his throat bulging obscenely while his swollen stomach sloshed and churned around its oversized meal.

Twilight was shifting, muttering, squirming. She opened her eyes—then glanced back at Spike. Her eyes widened when she realized that his face was just inches away from her own; he’d swallowed down almost half her body by that point. “Spike!” she sputtered, shaking the sleep away. “No—stop!”

But Spike wasn’t listening. He greedily gulped the rest of her abdomen down, then started on her shoulders. Twilight was struggling, squirming against him, but the suction of his throat and power in his bulging jaws was too much for her to resist. She slid down, inch by inch, until just her neck and face were left in the air.

Spike’s jaws opened even wider for her shoulders. Then, with a final, echoing gulp, he swallowed the rest of her down.

His big, round belly ballooned outward in front of him. He plopped down on his butt and groaned, listening to the gurgling of his happy tummy as it went to work digesting this new offering. Inside his engorged stomach, he could feel Twilight pushing against his digestive walls. Occasionally, a hoof would bulge out against one of the sides. He could feel her kicking, thrashing, punching inside, but to him it actually felt rather pleasant.

Spike just rubbed his large, round, overstuffed belly happily. The little dragon’s stubby claws couldn’t even begin to reach halfway around the massive thing, let alone all the way. Instead, he was happy just to hug it, nuzzling his snout against his sloshing, squirming gut as a profound sleepiness overtook him.

Some hours later, he drifted back into consciousness. Blinking drowsily, he prodded his gut a few times. It had shrank down to a much more manageable size, though it was still quite soft and hung over his waist by more than a few inches. There was more than a small layer of pudge on him now; his whole body was a lot more squishy, with his midsection forming a pouch in front of him and his cheeks puffing out as well. He felt under his neck, and found that he even had the beginnings of a double chin.

Huffing, he heaved himself to his feet. There, he found, that he’d grown taller as well as wider—no longer a baby dragon, he was now around the same height that Twilight had been when he’d swallowed her down, if not a few inches taller. He made his way over to the mirror set into Twilight’s door, waddling a bit as his thick thighs rubbed against each other. He watched his big gut bounce and jiggle with awe, savored the image of his padded butt bouncing a little with every step. His fat belly hung down a bit over his thighs, and was incredibly soft to the touch. He massaged it for a few seconds, just taking in his new, larger, heavier form.

Spike patted his stomach happily. He didn’t even feel hungry anymore. He was completely and utterly full. Looked like eating Twilight had done the job.

And yet...somewhere in the depths of his fat, round gut, he felt a small gurgle of hunger. A lazy grin crossed his chubby cheeks.

Well. Maybe not entirely full. He wondered if Pinkie would have any treats available at Sugarcube Corner.

And whether she might not be as sweet as her cakes and cookies.

The Uninvited Guest [Shining] [Cadance] [Chrysalis] [Hyper Cock/Balls/Breasts] [Futa] [Futa on Futa] [Infidelity] [Threesome] [Crotch Bulge]

male on futa on futa chrysalis, shining, and cadance, cum inflation auto titfuck blowjob, hyperdicks and stomach bulges. Basically, shining sees futa cadance fucking futa chrysalis, who is blowing and titfucking herself and shining joins in

“O-oh—Chryssi!”

Thwump.

Shining Armor stared at the scene before him with his mouth agape, and his face blanched. He’d been out all afternoon training the new Crystal Guard recruits, and had arrived home sweaty, hungry, and ready to collapse onto the couch. The couch was still there...but its occupants were anything but what he could have expected.

Rephrased: He’d expected Cadance to be there. What he had not expected, however, was the jet-black changeling Queen sitting in her lap, a fat black cock thrust up between a pair of G-cup breasts as she bounced up and down against Cadance’s full thighs.

Queen Chrysalis moaned, her low, throaty voice humming through Shining’s eardrums and curling up somewhere right below his crotch. A thick, meaty flare was stuck right between her lips, her cheeks bulging out with the girthy volume of the stallionhood shoved into her muzzle. Her stallionhood, he noted, feeling slightly dizzy. It was enormous, more than long enough to stick up past her chest, and wrapped tightly between a pair of breasts large enough to dwarf her head while also staying perky enough to defy gravity. Her hips jerked in time with Cadance’s thrusts, each thrust of his wife’s pelvis letting Chrysalis’ tits smack together around the girth of her cock.

His wife! Shining gargled faintly, his eyes opening wider as he took in the oversized bulge in the Queen’s stomach. Beneath her, Cadance groaned, her teeth biting into her lip as her eyes squeezed more tightly shut. “Ch-chryssi,” she moaned, wrapping her hooves around the Queen’s barrel. “You’re so tight.”

Chrysalis spat her oversized cockhead out of her mouth long enough to snarl, “Not tight enough!” before shoving it back in, her throat bulging out as she gulped down the liters of precum cascading past her muzzle. Her fat balls bounced and shook, each one large enough to look nearly fifteen pounds. They were the size of watermelons, big and ripe and round and juicy...and were smacking regularly against a pair of delicate, pink-furred testes easily twice their size.

A moan tore its way from Cadance’s throat as Chrysalis’ jagged horn glowed. Wicked peals of green, devilish magic flickered around the bulge in Chrysalis’ belly, and before long that bulge began to widen. Shining felt an uncomfortable stirring in his crotch, and gaped in awe as Cadance cried out in helpless, captive pleasure.

The next time Cadance thrust upwards, her eyes opened a sliver. It wasn’t much—but it was enough for her to peer past the slick of sweat on her brow, and to notice her husband standing awkwardly by the door. Her next thrust went only halfway, with the changeling Queen on her lap giving a yelped “Wha—?” before nearly flying off of Cadance’s lap entirely.

“What,” Chrysalis sputtered, clambering onto her elbows, Cadance’s thick cock still embedded deeply into her cunt, “was tha—“

She blinked rapidly, noticing Shining for the first time. He realized that he was blushing quite heavily.

“Hello, dear,” he said meekly. He felt something stirring in his pants, and forced a grin onto his face. “How was work?”

“Shining!” Cadance gaped, her face going white as a sheet. “You weren’t supposed to—“

“You told me he’d be out all night!” Cadance snarled, turning back to face her hyper-endowed lover. “You said—“

“Shining!” Cadance said. Her face was flushed, and she gave Chrysalis a half-hearted push, as if trying to force the tall, busty Queen off of her lap. “I can explain, really.”

“No need.” Shining took a step forward. A disbelieving, trembling smile began to creep onto his face. He might not have expected this...but a certain part of him didn’t even want to explain it. The stirring at his crotch strengthened, a pressure beginning to grow beneath his groin, a bulge pushing out against the fabric of his well-trimmed slacks.

“No—you knew?” Cadance said.

“No,” he said. He took another step toward them. The bulge at his crotch was growing; it’s surpassed simply “visible” with the last step, and was now becoming borderline obscene. It strained against his belt, a massive, head-shaped bulge swelling with arousal until he heard the satisfying “pop” of his waistband button. The belt was off a second later, undone swiftly by a flicker of unicorn magic that sent tingles running up and down his thighs.

“It’s pretty easy to figure out, though,” Shining said. He’d closed half the distance now. His pants dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them as neatly as though they’d never been there at all. By now, the weight between his legs was making it almost difficult to walk; he had to sway his mass in opposition to the angle of his well-rounded package. Encapsulated by an absolutely massive pair of briefs, Shining’s swelling bulge already reached down to his knees, and was still growing. Its weight and volume did make it unwieldy, but being able to remove the concealment spell after a long day of frustrations just felt so freeing.

“Is it, now?” Chrysalis sounded suspicious. “You would expect to find me—an enemy of your nation—in bed with your spouse?” Behind her, Cadance blushed madly, not quite able to reach Shining’s eyes.

“Nah,” Shining said. He took another step closer, and savored the look in Chrysalis’ eyes as his mighty bulge swayed between his legs. The outline of his massive, flared horsecock was clearly drawn in their soft, cotton fabric, a steady river of precum through a widening stain onto the floor below. Each one of his balls was a massive, swollen orb, their curves perfectly rounded and easily two feet across. And he wasn’t even hard yet.

He stopped mere inches from Chrysalis’ face, and grinned at the redness that overtook her cheeks. “I just guessed that my wife brought home a toy for the two of us to play with,” he said. “Isn’t that right, honey?” He added a wink for Cadance; she bit her lip, and smiled hesitantly back up at him.

His grin widened, and he gave his well-packed crotch a playful slap. His enormous balls swung back and forth like a pendulum, their contents audibly sloshing as his cock began to harden, pressing up against the fabric containing it. He turned his grin to Chrysalis, and eyed her own erection meaningfully. “Would I be correct...Chryssi?”

“That’s—“ she sputtered. “How—“

“My wife is big,” he said gently. “But I’m even bigger.” And his erection tore its way right through his pre-soaked briefs.

It erupted with the force of a rocket, a flexing, lurching mass of unadulterated stallion meat bursting from its cotton prison and smacking across Chrysalis’s bust with a mighty slap! The simple vibrations of it forced the changeling’s cock to quiver, then clench, before firing off a few hefty volleys of jizz all over the Queen’s face and tits. Chrysalis moaned, her watermelon-sized jugs still jiggling against her belly as her shaft continued to lurch, splattering her face with its load.

When it was finally over, she sucked in a heavy breath. Holding it, staring upward past the thick strands of spunk layering her cheeks, she raised her gaze until she finally met the massive, curved flare of Shining Armor’s own endowment. A full four feet long, his magnificent tool reached just above his head, nearly a full seven feet into the air. She gulped.

“So, Chryssi,” he purred, his ponderous balls swaying gently between his muscular thighs. His cock flexed, splattering the ceiling with a fresh paint of precum. His grin widened.

“Want to play?”

Ascension [Octavia] [Vinyl] [Alicornification] [Hyper Cock/Balls/Breasts] [Futa] [Orgy of Disembodied Cocks]

Vinyl thinks that Octavia is one of the biggest prudes in all Equestria. Then Octavia ascends one day after writing and playing a new piece of music solo. Vinyl is about to learn that sometimes the most conservative ponies have the kinkiest desires...

“Yo, Tavi! I’m home!”

Vinyl Scratch tossed her mane over her shoulder as she finished hanging up her jacket on the hook by the front door. Her appreciable tits - bra-free, as she always kept them - bounced happily as they were freed from the jacket’s leather confines. Turning on her heel, she eyed the hallway leading to the kitchen hungrily.

As she stepped forward, Vinyl was answered by a low, throaty giggle. “I’m in the living room,” Octavia said, her voice floating musically through the air. Vinyl blinked, stopping in place. Tavi’s voice sounded...deeper than usual. Huskier. “Won’t you come join me?”

Slightly bemused, Vinyl changed course. She slipped her hands in her pockets and stepped into the living room, expecting to find Tavi lounging on the couch, probably reading some boring book about Hayden. What she found, though, was anything but.

A busty Octavia sat on her knees in the center of the room, a pair of massive, lap-filling tits resting perkily atop her belly. Her thighs, grown thick and squeezable, squished beneath her weight as she leaned her mass atop them, the two just barely encased in a set of tight-fitting stockings. Above them, her gigantic boobs quivered and bounced, their hefty mass wrapping tightly around an absolutely massive horsecock. It towered above Octavia’s head, rubbing against her well-endowed chest as she nuzzled its shaft around a chorus of grunts and moans.

That wasn’t even the most surprising part of it. No - what brought Vinyl’s mouth dropping open was the sheer number of cocks pointing toward her. They had no owners that she could see, but the air was absolutely filled with an army of disembodied stallionhoods, and massive ones at that. Testicles larger than her torso dangled beneath six-foot shafts, veins pulsing and throbbing as each member bobbed and swayed in the hot, musky air. Lakes of precum had pooled on the floor, each cock doing its fair share to contribute to the den of sex their living room had become.

And in the middle of it all sat Tavi herself: busty, endowed - Vinyl hadn’t known her to be a futa before now - and, perhaps most crazily of all, boasting a pair of wings and a horn. Purple shimmers of magic sparked from its tip, auras of energy encasing her own and several surrounding stallionhoods. As Vinyl watched - she could swear Tavi had grown at least a foot in height as well, her whole body growing curvier, more muscular, and jaw-droppingly gorgeous - she let out a strangled gasp of lust, awe, and fear, unsure of just how to respond to the scene of decadence before her.

“Wh-what the fuck?” Vinyl sputtered. “Tavi, what - “

“As it turns out,” Octavia purred, “creating a new genre of music seems to suffice for ascension to alicornhood.” She nodded toward a music stand pushed gently off into a corner, turned in the opposite direction to avoid some of the messier emissions of the giant cocks around it. “After I grew these” - she rapped on the bottom of her horn with a fist - “I just couldn’t resist giving them a bit of a play.”

Vinyl made a choking sound. Tavi just smiled, then gasped suddenly. Another cock was buried deep in her cunt - Vinyl could only spot its beanbag chair-sized nuts as her roommate lifted her voluptuous body off of them - and Tavi moaned happily as a head-sized bulge shifted within her torso. Octavia’s giant shaft flared, a wad of precum at least two gallons in volume splattering against the ceiling and sticking.

“Don’t you like my collection?” Octavia said. She nodded toward a thick red one. “Each one belongs to a stallion in Ponyville.” Big Mac’s, then, Vinyl’s hindbrain guessed as her conscious thoughts sunk into a dumbstruck haze. “But there’s one I haven’t been able to sample.”

“Bu - whoa!”

There was a sudden force clenched around Vinyl’s ass, pulling her forward. Vinyl grunted, gaped as Octavia’s magic yanked her toward her, even as it lewdly massaged her round, delicious rump.

“I never quite minded that you were a futa-filly,” Octavia said, licking her lips. There was a deep, lustful haze in her eyes, glinting with pleasure and purpose. Vinyl groaned, a deep need stirring deep within her as Tavi undid her belt. “But with such inspiration all around me - I just find that I can’t resist taking a look.”

The bulge in Vinyl’s panties was growing. It had already been large, but even as she reached her full hardness, it continued to swell. Vinyl panted as the fabric in her panties creaked, then finally snapped, a monstrous black slab of male-meat slapping wetly against her stomach. Her nuts were twice as large as normal, and still growing. Her whole package was encased in Octavia’s magic, she found, the bright purple energy pleasuring her as her testes sloshed and swelled with cum.

“Lovely,” Octavia purred. “You look just ready to burst.” She lapped at a glob of precum oozing down her shaft and tightened her grip on the two disembodied cocks floating beside her - Big Mac’s, from before, and...Time Turner’s? Neither could possibly be that big in reality. What kind of resizing had Octavia done? Vinyl was almost too terrified, and too horny to ask.

With a grin, Octavia pulled her hands away. Both massive stallioncocks flexed and trembled, as if begging her to return her attention to them. But she had eyes only for Vinyl’s enormous erection, which by now was reaching nearly above her forehead. With a grunt, Vinyl let out a moan of lust, her whole body tensing as Tavi squeezed her hefty, sloshing nuts. Vinyl’s hips bucked, a spurt of precum splattering against Tavi’s forehead.

“Tavi, I - “ Vinyl fell silent as Octavia held up a finger, a blush spreading across the DJ’s face as her roommate’s bounced exuberantly.

Octavia just winked. “You look simply delicious, dear Vinyl.” She gestured out at the horde of stallionhoods around them, and licked her lips hungrily. “Please - won’t you join me in my symphony?”

Vinyl swallowed. Then, her erection shuddering with unadulterated need, she nodded.

“Excellent,” Octavia said, and smiled.

Welcome Home [Celestia] [Luna] [Hemipenes] [Futa] [Incest] [Hyper Cocks/Balls] [Cum Inflation] [ATWT] [Impregnation] [Exhibitionism]

Celestia inhaled as she felt the weight pressing down against her rump. The pressure was familiar, but the size and shape unmistakeable. She shivered, her shoulders tensing as the twin weights between her flanks wedged themselves even further between her prime rump's cleavage.

"Good evening, Sister," Luna purred. "Enjoying the evening festivities?"

Celestia grunted under her breath. "Most certainly," she exhaled. She'd only half-expected Luna to do this - her sister's libido had been legendary even in the olden days, and their sisterly rituals...infamous. All the same, she thought with a muffled groan, she hadn't expected her little sister to mount her in the middle of her own welcome-home party!

Celestia swallowed, but her body instinctively pushed her legs further apart to make more room for Luna's burgeoning length - or lengths, plural. She couldn't see them - daren't see them, even, for fear of what either of them might do if she turned around - but Celestia could certainly feel the weighty, lazy throb of the twin equine shafts grinding against her rear. She'd done her part to play up the myth of the Royal Rump over the past century or two, but it was quite another thing to have her little sister rubbing her dripping, engorged lengths against it.

Unflappable in even the worst situations, a thin, almost invisible tinge of red emerges on Celestia's cheeks as Luna's breath warmed her ears, her sister's weight - reduced, but still heavier than a normal pony's - pressed down against her rump. She heard Luna chuckle softly.

"And you," Celestia continued, her tone measured, "appear to be enjoying yourself as well."

"Oh, yes!" Luna pushed her weight forward. That had the side effect of pushing her twin, throbbing shafts further up between Celestia's asscheeks, letting her fat flares slap wetly against Celestia's shoulder blades as they swelled further. Celestia sucked in a breath, struggling to contain her own sudden arousal as Luna's cocks drooled precum all over her back, the flood of it running over the sides of her barrel. Luna cooed softly as she nuzzled her big sister's iridescent mane, and Celestia could feel the beat of her heart through the fat, black member pressing into the small of her back. "A wonderful night. It's so good to be back and whole again - and especially with my big sister."

This time, Celestia couldn't prevent the muffled grunt that slipped from her lips as Luna rocked her hips backward. The massive members rustled wetly across her fur as they were pulled back. Another bead of sweat on her forehead, Celestia noted a stallion from the main floor of the "Welcome Home, Princess Luna!" celebration staring at her. She did her best to smile in his direction...though the serenity of her divine smile was interrupted by a sharp squeak! as Luna prodded the ends of her twin shafts against her big sister's taint.

A low, winding hiss escaped Celestia's lips as Luna eased her way inside. A marehood that had never taken better than a well-endowed Guard made eager way for one massive member as the puckered star of the Sun sucked in the other with the zeal of a long-lost friend.

"A whole day," Luna murmured. She nuzzled Celestia's shoulder, feeling the flex and ripple of powerful alicorn muscles beneath her lips. "A whole day back in Equestria, and my dear sister hasn't properly welcomed me back."

Celestia shuddered with pleasure as a few inches of Luna's mammoth lengths slipped inside of her. Endowed behind the dreams of mere mortals, an alicorn's sex was of all and none, leaving them both equipped with hyper-hungry wombs and twin shafts that couldn't help but overstuff any hole they found. Already, Celestia could feel her own stallionhood throbbing, swelling, as her two members pushed their way out from the confines of their sheaths. They plopped out beneath her, each one already the width of her foreleg and as long as an earth pony's erection...and yet still mostly soft.

"I - couldn't," Celestia mumbled. Heat rose to her face, and she heard Luna grunt behind her. Reflexively, she shifted her hindquarters to allow her sister better access to her winking pussy. "Aides - paperwork. So much to do. I thought, perhaps in private - "

Luna's hips gave a little jerk - that little one that Celestia had known since they were mere foals, Luna's fat, pre-slick flare scraping against the entrance to her womb - and Celestia squeaked reflexively. Already, she could feel her belly growing weighty with precum as Luna's other shaft buried its way deep inside of her, her warm, slick walls welcoming it inside with every inch - and soon, she realized with a moaning shudder, every foot.

"But we're together now," Luna cut in. She pushed forward, lodging another full foot of her length inside Celestia's belly. Celestia groaned, and automatically moved her hoof up to rub at her middle. Already, she could feel the gentle curve of her coat around Luna's engorged flare...but she knew how big her sister could get, and this wasn't anywhere near her largest.

Luna's cock jerked inside of her, and Luna purred in contentment. "It's been too long, Tia," she cooed.

Celestia's shoulders relaxed. That old name flicked a switch inside of her, and for the first time that evening - since Nightmare Moon had returned, in fact - she felt herself release a breath that she'd been holding for what felt like days.

"Oh...yes." Curling her lip, Tia let her eyes flutter shut and shifted her rear end's weight. Luna allowed it - welcomed it, in fact, as a half-foot more of her lengths was buried inside of her sister's rump. The two alicorns groaned together, lust, pleasure, and love mixing in a simple exhalation of sensuality.

"It's been far too long," Tia grunted. Her cheeks reddened, and she felt her hips swaying, wriggling as if to wedge even more of her sister's girth inside of her. Her stomach welcomed in the hefty flare of Luna's top member, receiving a cascade of precum - a liquid meal from behind - even as her womb itself was penetrated. Celestia squeaked out a moan as Luna pumped her hips promisingly, hinting at more.

"Mm." Luna lowered herself until her body was draped over Celestia's larger one, her own hooves just barely touching the ground. Her ballsack, huge and soft, draped low below her belly, each testicle easily one foot across. Tia sucked in a breath as she felt the twin orbs press against her own - and then whinnied, a little bit louder, as she felt the familiar warmth of Luna's magic surround them. Her crotch warmed, her twin members rubbing against the great bulges in her belly as her royal nuts churned with gallons more cum, their volumes increasing by the second.

For a second, though, Tia breathed out - and Celestia breathed back in. "B-but, my little ponies," she gasped, even as Luna thrust her hips forward. She last syllable was squeaked out, reaching a crescendo of pitch as reverberations of pleasure shivered through her body. "They don't know - times have changed - we shouldn't - "

Luna's words were simple, but her voice was low, deep, rich - and hungry. "We are alicorns," she growled playfully. She hugged both hooves around Tia's swelling barrel even as their endowments swelled larger in size. Already, Celestia's twin shafts were poking between her forelegs, their incredible girths actually forcing her to spread her hooves further apart as the width of her members filled up every available inch of space. Luna just hugged harder and murmured, "We are sisters. And you, dear sister," - she pumped her hips forward, bottoming out inside of Tia - "have yet to properly welcome Us home."

Tia had no response but a groan, a simple rumble of pleasure as Luna's cock bulged out her torso. She could feel Luna's weight growing heavier, could feel her sister's legs lengthening around her barrel as more and more of her sister's power was returned to her. Princess Luna had returned from the Moon diminished - but now, buried balls-deep in her big sister's dripping cunny, she was regaining that strength with every breath they shared.

Huge amounts of pre, flooding out by the cupfuls, splattered messily across the floor. Celestia bit her lip as she watched her massive cocks lurch with throb after throb of arousal, each pulsating wave of pure, bestial need driving her knees weaker. The white, milky flood gushed out like waves crashing over a beach, the puddle of arousal growing larger with each tremble of her knees.

More of Luna's precum, in turn, gushed out to fill Celestia's belly. "Nice and warm, sister," Luna purred, stroking Tia's great, bloated gut, feeling it slosh with the gallons of precum inside. Already, she could feel Luna's great, furred nuts drooping down against her back hooves even as Tia's own testicles swelled up nearly as large. Luna chuckled softly, and her members bucked appreciatively inside of her. "It's like you missed me, dear Tia."

Celestia grunted. "A-always," she groaned out. Then she gasped. Luna had pulled out her entire lengths - and then rammed back in. The sound of flesh smacking against plump, well-endowed flesh filled the area around them as Luna's panting grunts reached her ears.

"Lower," Luna growled. Celestia felt a quiver of arousal in her overstuffed nethers, and obediently lowered herself down. She pressed her chin between the cleavage formed by her two massive cocks, and lapped hungrily at the streams of precum between them. Meanwhile, Luna grunted pleasurably as her sister's hefty, well-fed ass was thrust up into the air, perfect for a proper rutting.

Celestia squeaked as she felt Luna's cocks delve even further inside of her. Then, blushing, she noticed just how many of their subjects were staring at them. Blushes, wide eyes, and trembling gazes came from every angle. The ballroom, which had buzzed with activity, all but fell silent as the sound of smacking flesh filled the air.

"Luna - " Celestia choked out.

"Almost - there!" Luna grunted. She heaved in a breath, and then rammed her hips forward. Celestia let out a most un-princesslike squeal and flushed immediately after, hyper-aware of the gobsmacked ponies staring over - or, rather, down at her. Her lower lip trembled with uncertainty, but a fresh wave of arousal set her massive rump wriggling in the air above her head, drinking in each foot of Luna's torso-sized cocks as they rammed inside of her, again and again.

Oh, goddess - she had needed this. Made naked before her subjects, brought to depraved obscenity, and sexualized like a common whore - it made her cocks and cunt burn with lust and pleasure. She felt nothing but love pounding in her heart - even as the bulge in her belly pushed up far enough to press against her chest.

"Nearly, hrm?" Tia grunted, coolly. A flare of solar will, white-hot and lustful, welled up within her. She felt her cocks twitch as she lifted her head, tablespoons of hot pre dripping from her chin. "Then please, accept my final welcome - !"

Luna howled with need, release, and lust as Celestia slammed her hips backward. Their gigantic nuts, so heavy with seed now that they sat upon the pre-streaked ballroom floor, smacked together, setting their orgasms off together. Celestia whinnied, her head throwing back as she felt her massive organs bulge with climax - and then moaned as she felt Luna's do the same.

Luna snarled, her hooves digging deep into Tia's curvaceous rump as she bottomed out. The first volley of cum alone was gallons of seed, twin geysers of spunk erupting in Celestia's deepest, most intimate insides as the elder sister twisted and squirmed about the younger's penetrating lengths. Gallon after gallon of alicorn spooge, hot and gooey and thick like cream, washed out to fill Celestia's belly and womb.

Tia felt her belly bloat even larger - already the size of a normal pony from pre alone, it only grew bigger still as throb after throb of Luna's massive cocks sent every inch of her body swelling up with her little sister's load. Tears came to her eyes as she felt Luna's lurching cock spew its thick, virile load directly into her womb, her eggs fertilizing in a single tsunami of white as her cunt swelled and sloshed around them.

The pressure in her belly grew and grew, mounting until she could hold it back no longer. Tears springing to her eyes, Celestia felt her muzzle force its way open as the pressure simply became too much. Jets of Luna's spunk, so thick and gooey and pure with virility, shot from her lips. Tia tasted her sister's orgasm on her tongue, moaning loudly and pleasurably as her esophagus contracted and swallowed around each fresh volley of seed. Ropes of Luna's thick load shot past her lips even as Celestia's own members spilled out a full tub's worth of spunk onto the floor, shot after shot of dense seed washing over the tiled marble like the incoming tide.

Finally, pumped full and impregnated properly, Celestia slumped forward, completely spent. Her massive belly was near twice her size by now, and supported her so well that her hooves could barely even touch the ground, even with the bulk of her gut smooshed out beneath her. She groaned, gurgled, feeling Luna's load slosh and churn inside of her. With a gentle push, Luna shifted Tia to her side, her now-stubby hooves wrapping uselessly around her tremendous gut.

With a happy sigh, Luna removed her twin lengths and slumped against Tia's great, bloated gut. Luna nuzzled warmly against Tia's popped-out navel, and giggled when she heard her own load gurgling inside.

"Getting comfortable?" Celestia murmured. She caught the eye of one of the onlookers and winked. The stallion blushed, for all that he was now sporting a rather impressive erection himself.

"Quite," Luna murmured. She rubbed her shoulders against Tia's great belly, as if to mark it as hers. Lazily, she began to stroke her erections, the twin shafts still greatly engorged with lust.

"All that," Celestia observed, grinning, "and you're still hard?"

"Unfortunately," Luna said cheerily. She paused, then shot a grin over at the nearest group watching them. "Do you think they might like to help welcome me home as well?"

Diplomatic Relations [Celestia] [Ember] [Futa] [Hemipenes] [All-the-Way-Through] [Cum Inflation] [Large Endowment] [Impregnation]

Celestia’s hoof tightened around the little dragonlord’s waist. “Surprised, my little dragon?”

Dragonlord Ember very nearly choked. “Princess Celestia—you—you’re not—“

Celestia’s lip curled. Oh, she did love these parts of diplomatic meetings. “Just for you, my dear dragonlord,” she cooed. Her hips ground against Ember’s toned rear, rubbing her twin engorged shafts between that beautiful dragon booty. From the moment Ember had walked into the State Room, Celestia’s sheaths had pulsed with a need to stuff that prime rump full. After growing into her throne, Dragonlord Ember had possessed a shapely figure that had left Celestia just aching to “welcome” her properly to the kingdom of Equestria.

Ember’s breath hitched—and she groaned as Celestia’s twin flares rubbed against her taint. Her cunt was already sopping from just a brush of one equine member; from the blush on her face, she hadn’t managed much relief at all since ascending to the throne.

Celestia knew the type. She could empathize with it, too. But as she continued to grind her meaty shafts between Ember’s legs, cooing gently, feeling her weight balls droop lower between her legs as they swelled with seed, she couldn’t help but laugh internally at the restraint of all of these younger leaders.

Immortality did tend to provide one with a certain amount of, ah, shamelessness.

“I’m sure the flight over was—nnff—long and hard, my dragonlord.” Celestia chuckled aloud, giving her hips another pump. Lines of precum streamed down Ember’s thighs, breaking against the ground in a puddle. Ember gasped again—and then moaned, her body falling limp in Celestia’s hooves. “Surely you’d appreciate some—mm, attention?”

Ember grunted. “N-no,” she mumbled. “My escort was—very helpful.” The blush in her cheeks flared even brighter. The flared head of one of Celestia’s members slipped into her pussy, and Ember gasped, her eyes bulging.

“An escort?” Celestia murmured. She pulled one hoof around Ember’s bare chest, and curled it around her bust. Such an interesting species, dragons—their growth of breasts upon their torso instead of their crotch was but one of many fascinating things about their biology. They were surprisingly sensitive, too. She found herself fondling one idly, her hoof rubbing across the surface of a stiffening nipple as her cock pushed deeper into Ember’s depths. “My. I’m sure their help was quite enjoyable.”

Ember couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “They—“

“—did a wonderful job, I’m sure,” Celestia purred. Her second shaft throbbed, splattering Ember’s backside with a few tablespoons of pre. Ember gasped as the hot, sticky liquid dripped down over her hips. With a grunt, Celestia positioned herself just right—and then thrust her weight forward, penetrating Ember’s puckered ass.

If Ember had gasped before, she choked now. Celestia’s stallionhoods were far from thin, and the massive girth of the Princess’ member only served to make the slender dragonlord squirm in Celestia’s overpowering grip.

“But wouldn’t you like to see what proper royalty could do?” Celestia cooed. She gave Ember’s breast a tweak, and pumped her hips forward. Ember moaned as another two inches of both shafts were thrust inside of her; lines of honey-sweet nectar ran down her perfect thighs, staining the carpet in a mixture of Celestia’s pre. “Surely you would welcome a display of true Equestria hospitality.”

“Y-yes,” Ember heaved. “P-please.” Celestia bent her forward, curling a leg around both tits. They were so wonderfully large—and bouncy as well! They made for a delightful smoosh as she bent the great dragonlord over her cocks, pints of precum now gushing in to fill Ember’s womb and gut as Celestia’s balls swelled larger with every second.

Celestia’s smile widened. “Wonderful.” And she shoved herself forward.

Ember wailed as Celestia’s medial rings punctured her orifices. Each shaft shoved its way inside rudely, forcing Ember’s holes to widen until they gaped like the most vacuous slut’s. Celestia licked her lips and kept going. First impressions were important.

“S-so biiiig,” Ember slurred. Celestia did always love when they said that.

“But surely an Equestrian princess couldn’t be bigger than the best that male dragonkind has to offer?” she said, innocently. When Ember shook her head, Celestia giggled. “Goodness. Perhaps some proper size should be reintroduced into the gene pool.”

She shoved her hips forward, bottoming out inside of Ember’s cunt and ass. Ember’s toned rear slammed back in time with the motion, almost welcoming Celestia’s invading meat into her slick insides. Ember moaned, shivering with obvious pleasure as Celestia stroked her big, firm breasts with a caring hoof.

“And perhaps,” Celestia murmured, her voice husky against Ember’s ear, “such a breeding program would be best begun with its nation’s leader.”

“Y-yes,” Ember whispered. “P-please.”

Now that was an invitation she could get behind.

Celestia wasted no time in picking up the ball. She slammed her hips forward, and Ember howled as the alicorn’s massive cum-stuffed orbs slapped against her slender rump. Forward Celestia pushed her, one hoof digging against Ember’s sopping cunt’s lips as the other molested her bouncing breasts.

“Such a fine figure,” Celestia grunted between thrusts. “Slender. Perky. But think how much more royal you’d look with a full figure.”

Ember moaned. Her stomach was bulging visibly with each jerk of Celestia’s hips, the dual pillars of the Princess’ shafts forcing her belly into twin mounds of obscenity. Her stomach was beginning to grow rounder, too, edges growing softer as more and more precum gushed in.

“A nice, plump rear,” Celestia cooed. She thrust forward again, savoring Ember’s heightening moans. “Thick, luscious thighs. And a belly ripe and pregnant with a full brood of young, big and strong and virile—“

“F-fuck!” Ember choked out. Celestia didn’t know how many times her slender fucktoy had cum so far. But she did know that her own time was growing close—and that each confession of pleasure from Ember’s snout only drew her closer.

So it was with a deep, almost rumbling groan, that Celestia bottomed out for a final time in Ember’s ass. Her twin cocks, buried to the hilt in both rear and cunt, pulsed—throbbed—bulged—and then erupted with a flow of sticky seed denser than the largest geyser. Dragonlord Ember’s eyes rolled back, her snout opening in a wordless cry as quart after quart of spunk rushed in to fill her. Her belly began to bloat outwards, her breasts swelling with arousal and size as each wild thrust of her stud’s orgasm forced her body to expand. Celestia’s whinnies and snorts echoed in time with the massive spurts of her climax, the real-time softening of Ember’s figure only pushing her to cum harder and longer than before.

Ember choked—and then gagged, before a hefty wad of spunk burst from her mouth. Celestia’s moans intertwined with her brooddragon’s as more and more of her cum flooded in—more, it seemed, than Ember’s slender body could handle. Ember’s belly bulged with seed, now beginning to hang over her waistline as its voluminous contents sloshed hotly and stickily inside. Celestia only grunted, snorting as the sheer whiteness of release washed over her mind.

And then it was over. Panting, moaning, Ember collapsed in Celestia’s arms. With a soft groan, Celestia let the two of them slip to the floor, her softening members throbbing for a final time inside of Ember’s inner depths as she cradled the well-rounded dragoness.

After a moment, Ember chuckled. “Well,” she said, dryly. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a meeting quite like that before.”

Celestia laughed softly, and patted Ember’s cum-bloated belly. “Not to worry,” she said fondly. “I have a feeling, my dear Dragonlord, that there shall be plenty more to come.”

Party Favors [Trixie] [Air Inflation] [Safe]

“Balloons! Balloons!”

The Great and Powerful and Balloon-less Trixie eyed her young charges nervously. “Balloons?” she asked, uncertainly.

One of the fillies, a freckled foal with a bright yellow coat and a fire-red mane, nodded vigorously. “Can’t have a party without balloonth!” She did her best to enunciate - she really did - but the gap where two front teeth were growing in made it impossible not to whistle.

Trixie’s half-quirked grin twitched. Balloons. Darn it! She knew she’d forgotten something. She’d been so puffed-up over the idea of putting on a Special Magic Show that she’d completely forgotten the - apparently - most important part.

Presents, check. Streamers, check. Confetti? Packed safely away in her Great and Powerful Cannon of Magic™. And the cake - that big, beautiful, calorie-packed chocolate cake - was tucked comfortably away in the family’s refrigerator, but that didn’t mean that Trixie’s stomach didn’t growl every time she so much as crossed the door to the kitchen.

Everything was in place. But there were no darned balloons!

Trixie tried to keep the grin on her face. She really did. But the rambunctious jeers and laughter of the foals were starting to get to her. Her eyes latched onto the birthday filly: Snow something, a tiny little thing with a coat so blue it was a wonder she wasn’t shivering.

“Balloons aren’t that important,” Trixie said, her smile twitching, “right?”

Snow considered that for a moment. The room fell silent around her. Then:

“Naw,” she said, shaking her head. She nodded sagely. “Balloons are very important.”

The flock of rowdy foals cheered. A bead of sweat stood out on Trixie’s forehead. Drat!

Balloons - balloons - where was she going to find balloons? It’d been her job to deliver the product, and it was her job to -

A lightbulb went off in Trixie’s head.

“Attention!” she hollered, only somewhat desperately. The crowd fell silent; inwardly, Trixie smirked. They might be foals, but she had more than enough practice bellowing over bawdy crowds. “Fillies and gentlecolts - prepare yourselves to see the biggest balloon Equestria has ever seen?”

The room buzzed with discussion. Quiet, muffled whispers sprung up between the foals. The biggest balloon? The biggest ever?

It took effort to keep her showmare’s cocky grin stapled onto her face, but Trixie managed it - barely. With a deep breath, she puffed out her cheeks, lit her horn, and cast the spell.

And exhaled.

But her belly didn’t deflate.

When a pony breathed in, their tummy expanded - not much, but just enough for their diaphragm to allow more air into their body. Normally, when a pony exhaled, their diaphragm would move back into place, and their stomach would return to its normal volume. But pesky things like biology were no match for unicorn arcana.

Trixie took a deep breath in, and her belly inflated a little bit more. When next she exhaled, and then inhaled, though, her magic stepped in to take over the process. Her breaths sped up, and the light of magic began to shimmer across her figure. Slowly, bit by bit, her stomach began to grow larger.

“She’s gettin’ rounder!” one colt hollered. “Look at ‘er tummy!”

A trio of fillies shrieked. Trixie just grinned and kept on puffing.

Her belly by now was large and round enough to brush up against the insides of her legs. But Trixie Lulamoon was far from finished. She’d promised these foals the largest balloon ever, and if she was one thing, it was a showpony. So she kept the spell running, breathing in, and retaining every drop of magic-fueled air as her belly grew larger and larger.

By the time her big, bloated stomach was pressing against the ground, Trixie couldn’t help but groan from the pressure. Her hide felt so taut. Her belly button trembled, and then popped into an outie. Another colt gasped, but Trixie kept her victorious grin onto her face. She felt so light.

And then, just as her hooves were being pushed off of the floor, she began to rise up.

There was only one place for a balloon to go, after all. And as Trixie continued to inflate, her middle passing the diameter of a beach ball and soon approaching a full eighteen feet in circumference, her rotund body continued to float above the ground. The foals ooed and ahed appreciatively, some stomping their hooves on the ground in approval as Trixie’s well-puffed body floated up, and up, and up.

Another groan made Trixie shudder with fullness. Her belly seemed to creak as more and more air was forced inside of it. She was so big - so full - and yet so light. Upward she went; she was more than halfway to the ceiling by now! Her belly button, long since popped out from her stomach, quivered as gallon after gallon of air was pumped inside of her. Her legs puffed out too, her forelegs rounding out even as her great sphere of a belly swallowed them up. Trixie held her breath, puffing out her cheeks as the spell ran its final course.

With a light thwump, she bounced against the ceiling. And then again.

Cheeks rounded out, Trixie beamed down at her audience of stunned foals. Her belly, now fully seven feet across, reached almost all the way down to the streamer-strewn carpet. She was hugely, gloriously round - and the perfect example of a balloon, she thought smugly.

“Behold!” she bellowed, her voice deepened by her volume. “The Great and Voluminous Trixie!”

A Swell of Love [Chrysalis] [Anthro] [Shining Armor] [Mind Control] [Breast Expansion] [Hyper Breasts]

“Tell me, my love,” Chrysalis cooed. “Who is your mistress?”

“Y-you,” Shining Armor moaned. He was splayed out over the bed - their bed, Chrysalis thought smugly. Her cute little love slave was laid back submissively, his toned arms flat against the bed and his chest bared toward her. His thick, meaty erection pressed against his belly and lower chest, its mass easily as thick as his forearm. Chrysalis’ smile widened as she rocked her hips, savoring the soft moans that slipped from her victim’s muzzle. She could feel that engorged girth throbbing against her pussy lips as she grinded against him, her thick, luscious thighs spread out as she straddled her love slave’s prone form.

“Good,” Chrysalis murmured. She reached up to cradle her breasts in both hands. Large and supple, they were her greatest pride as a mother and queen. Each was large enough to fill an F-cup bra comfortably, and even in his docile, hypnotized state, Shining Armor’s green-clouded eyes followed them as her jugs swayed tantalizingly from side to side. Chrysalis took a deep, satisfied breath and exhaled, enjoying the way in which her bountiful chest inflated and shifted above her belly.

Her diet of love had been good to her - too good, in fact, she reflected with amusement. Her plump rear had inflated considerably, and its great globes folded and smooshed over the grapefruit-sized orbs of her victim’s balls beneath her. Chrysalis gave her royal ass a flex, and smirked as Shining Armor moaned beneath her, another cupful of precum spurting from his fat flare onto his own chest, leaving it sticky and matted with arousal.

He was mumbling something - just a syllable, and consonant, over and over. Chrysalis’ ears perked up, and she leaned forward just far enough to let her beautiful melons bob and sway below her.

“What’s that, sweetling?” she purred. “Are you calling for your pretty little pony princess?” Her face flickered, and for a moment, the princess Cadance’s features crossed her own. Shining grunted something incomprehensibly, and Chrysalis’ smile tightened. “Do you want your little Cadance?”

“C-ch-chrysalis,” Shining moaned. His elbows tucked into his sides, and his fingers trembled and twitched as his cock throbbed against his belly. His magic-shrouded eyes glossed over, and Chrysalis moaned along with him as a bright pink cascade of love flowed from his chest to hers.

“Yeesss,” Chrysalis said, biting her lip. She hefted her weighty bust, and let her eyes roll back with glee as she felt it grow even heavier. Of all her victims, Shining Armor had provided her with the most bountiful, and the most delicious feasts of love. She could feel the strength of it, the pureness of it, flooding into her with each strangled, aroused gasp of the body beneath her. Chrysalis’ tongue lolled out of her mouth, her jaw slackening as her grin grew wider and wider.

“So much love,” she groaned. “Yes.” Her fingers dug into the supple flesh of her tits, folding, fondling, groping. They’d passed a G-cup by now and were now easily the size of small melons. But that wasn’t enough for Queen Chrysalis - oh, no. She’d waited long enough to make a proper feast of her prey. She was going to enjoy this.

“Who do you love?” she grunted. Her cunt convulsed around the girthy medial ring of Shining’s member, and the two of them moaned together.

“Q-queen Chrysalis.” Shining Armor’s eyes fluttered, and for a moment, the haze around them seemed to shimmer - but only for a moment. Then the fog was back, a bright and vivid green, swirling around his irises as his hips pumped against her ass. “I - I love you.”

“That’s right,” Chrysalis purred. Her breasts throbbed, and then swelled again. She moaned, and reveled in the sensation of her tender titflesh spilling out over her fingertips. She couldn’t possibly even hold one of them in one palm, and before long, it’d be impossible to hold one with two. She shifted her hips from side to side, rolling her weight atop Shining’s body as her grunts and groans filled the air of the royal bedroom. Her breasts, growing by the second, were now down to the top of her stomach.

The love! Oh, there was so much love. It rushed into her, invigorated her, filled her body until she felt ready to burst! And then she swelled, her bust growing larger, heavier, plumper, firmer in her fingers as her forearms trembled with the struggle of holding so much weight. Chrysalis moaned, low and throaty, as she twisted one thumb up the side of her fist-sized areola. Sensitive, erotic vibrations trembled up and down the diameter of her breast as she fondled one finger-thick nipple. Little jolts of sensual electricity ran marathons across the length of her spine, and Chrysalis shivered, and then hissed with pleasure, as a sudden surge of love from Shining gushed into her, expanding her melons by another three cup sizes in the space of a half-second.

“Was your pathetic little princess ever half as big as this?” Chrysalis did love teasing, taunting her prey with comparisons to his former love. With her six-and-a-half-foot frame and her powerful, thick shape, the Queen of the Changelings was everything that the slender, “petite,” so-called “Princess of Love” could never be. Chrysalis’ long tongue flicked and wriggled in the air before her as she continued to squeeze and grope herself shamelessly, each piston of her hips grinding her sopping pussy lips against the engorged mass of Shining’s cock.

Her breasts - oh, they were so big. Chrysalis groaned loudly, and mashed her tits together between both powerful forearms. They were larger than her head now - each! - and pushed down past her belly button entirely. Her nipples stood forward, stiff and proud, and she savored the wide eyes of her lover as she groped and touched herself shamelessly.

With a stifled gasp, Chrysalis came. Her cunt pushed forward - and then her climax gushed out, a flood of sweet-scented, love-infused juices that drenched Shining Armor’s member from head to toe. Chrysalis’s moans echoed off the walls as her spine arched, her mouth opening into a circle and her cheeks flushing with color. Bolts of pleasure jolted through her, her muscles flexing, contracting, trembling as the full buzz of satiation and size filled her.

And then her climax ended, and the world resolved into clarity around her. Queen Chrysalis panted, and planted a palm on Shining Armor’s broad chest beneath her. Her little prey squirmed and groaned beneath her weight, but she was too busy savoring the afterglow, and enjoying the weight of her hefty, watermelon-sized tits as gravity pulled them downward to the earth.

Finally, she pulled back. Chrysalis smiled, and eyed her lover below. “Your love has made me such a glutton,” she giggled. The drowsy Shining grinned weakly - and then groaned as his cock spurted a gigantic splotch of precum across his sticky chest.

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “Oh, we’ll take care of you,” she murmured. She traced one long, elegant fingernail across Shining’s chest, and his muzzle slackened happily. Her smile widened, and she turned her gaze to her much larger chest.

“But first,” she murmured. She pinched the pink-colored flesh of one massive areola between thumb and forefinger and gasped at the tingle of sensation that played through it. Her cheeks flushed. “I think I should go make sure that this new bounty will fit into my cute little disguise.”

Guard Relief [Shining Armor/Gleaming Shield] [Princess Cadance/Prince Bolero] [Orgy] [Gangbang] [Bukkake] [Genderswap] [Cum Inflation] [Ball Fondling/Growth] [Taunting/Domination] [Large Endowments]

Gleaming's chest went down - and her ass went straight up.

Her tits, great melons that they were, bounced and smacked together with an audible slap. Every stallion in the room laughed at her undignified little squeak, and more than one was happy to catch an eyeful of her generous assets. One reached out and gave her right breast a squeeze. Gleaming gasped, her lips peeling back just far enough to let the whole room see how badly she was panting.

Their laughter sent shudders dancing up and down her - his spine. Shining Armor's chest heaved, his long mane matted over his neck. He bit his lip, a rosy red blush coming to his cheeks as his guards' mirth made him shiver and burn with desire. He -

No. Not he. She was Gleaming Shield now - and Gleaming Shield didn't command any guards anymore.

"Nice pair of tits y'got there, cutie," a Crystal guard sneered. Another bent over her backside, groping her from behind. She gasped - and then exhaled, muscles trembling, as his grabby fingers found their way to her thigh. "And fuck. That ass!"

That was - had been - her lieutenant, she thought. Gleaming moaned as he fingered her clit, and soon felt the weighty heft of his cock pressing between her asscheeks. Fantasies didn't often come true - not like this - but sometimes, it seemed, even her wildest lustful dreams could become real.

Her back arched, and she stifled a cry as, with a weighty smack!, the stallion behind her spanked her on the ass. Tears beaded at the corners of her eyes, and lust burned in the furnace of her core, as she felt her great rear wobble and bounce behind her. The stallions all around her roared with laughter, high-fiving and groaning as they stroked their nude cocks to hardness.

And then a stallion stepped forward. He was tall - much taller than the rest, with a musculature to go with his height, and a face handsome enough to make any hot-blooded pony blush. The candy-colored curls of "Prince Bolero's" mane wound their way around his neck as he sauntered over, bouncing atop his shoulders with every step.

That wasn't the only thing that was bouncing. Gleaming shuddered as she recalled the girth of the member grinding against her rump - but even that was nothing compared to the sixteen-inch pillar of meat swaying between Bolero's legs. Her prince smiled, then smirked, following Gleaming's eyes first to the weighty - still flaccid! - shaft laying against his thigh, then down to the hefty sacks swollen with seed.

He stopped inches in front of Gleaming's bent-over form, though still close enough that one whiff gave her a full, suffocating taste of that divine musk. Gleaming drew in a shuddering breath. Bolero smirked.

"So," he said. His voice was musical; his tone was rich, but not quite deep. He stroked his member, eyeing Gleaming's dangling tits longingly. "You're the slut we've yet to tame." He smiled, then caressed her chin with a finger. "Never fear. Prince Bolero always gets what he wants."

Gleaming shivered with barely contained arousal. Oh, gods, yes. "Bolero" wasn't a new name - not after their lengthy roleplaying sessions - but this was the first time their roles had ever been enforced so...anatomically. The absence of a stallionhood between her own legs felt strange, alien - and yet the sight of an equally thick shaft stiffening between "Bolero's" legs felt so right.

And that was without, she thought, swallowing, considering the roomful of horny guards Bolero had managed to round up...

Bolero smirked. With a flex of his hips, he flopped his flaccid cock over Gleaming's muzzle. Her eyes quickly flicked shut, just in time to hide from the wall of black stallion flesh that rolled over her face entirely.

"Have you ever smelled a real stallion?" he taunted her. "Tasted one?" He slid his cock along the length of her muzzle, and she moaned; she could smell his pre. A drop of it dripped into the space between her cleavage; she could feel it oozing down her supple titflesh, making her shiver. She could almost hear him grin. "Never fear. Because a good mare like you deserves a good, healthy meal."

Gleaming moaned as the length of Bolero's cock slid fully off her muzzle - and then let her muzzle open wide. A moment later, she nearly choked as the well-endowed stallion crammed his length down her throat. Her jaw creaked, her cheeks and gums working to take in inch after inch of the prince's fat cock.

The guards all around them laughed and catcalled her. Gleaming was proud, though - proud of how easily she was swallowing each inch of her prince's member.

(Taking the strapons, for some reason, had never been this straightforward.)

It was only when she could feel Bolero's member stretching nearly the entirety of her esophagus that she heard two of the guards behind her step forward. One took her in the cunt - the other shoved his flare into her ass. She grunted, lips puckering around the base of Bolero's shaft as the two behind her crammed their cocks into her two holes as much as they possibly could.

"That's right, slut," Bolero crooned. He began to rock his hips, bucking his weight forward on every other thrust. His massive cock slid up and down Gleaming's throat, the rhythm speeding up with her arousal. "We make sure that every hole is well-used."

He beckoned to another two stallions. Gleaming grunted and whimpered as the two stallions in the back rammed into her repeatedly, their own grunts and groans of pleasure making their fun clear. In a blink of an eye, though, she found her gaze filled on either side by a pair of looming stallionhoods, their skin jet-black and gleaming with pre.

She glanced up. Bolero smiled down expectantly. Swallowing around the cock in her mouth, and pushing her pillowy ass a bit further upward to make room for the colts pounding her from the back, she raised both hands and took a stiff, musky erection in either one.

"Good slut," Bolero cooed. He gave her a pat on the head with one hand even as he fondled and squeezed his tangerine-sized nuts with the other. "You know how to please your stallions."

The rest of them followed soon after - a crowd of stallions, jeering, grunting, moaning as they jerked themselves off in a circle around her. She did her part with all she had, stroking off the two stallions flanking her as the burning ache in her cunt was - just barely - quenched by the steady flow of precum into her pussy and ass. Her walls contracted, heaving, flexing as the two stallions behind her pounded her again and again and again.

"Good - little - cocksleeve." Bolero grunted each syllable with his teeth clenched, his hips thrusting forward as he facefucked Gleaming's full lips. "Happy - yet?"

Gleaming moaned. Oh, gods, she was. This was what she'd wanted - what she'd needed. She was owned, dominated, feminized, emasculated -

and there were still a good fourteen, healthy, throbbing cocks around her that still hadn't cum yet.

She came. She'd never felt a female orgasm before, but as it coursed through her, she felt her spine arch, felt her every muscle flex and tremble with climax. Gleaming whimpered around the cock in her mouth as she came again and again, her nostrils flaring and tail flagging as the jeers and grunts around her intensified.

The stallion in her left hand came first - but soon, each of their orgasms hit at once. Grunting, groaning, and whinnies of peaking pleasure filled the locker room, hips jerking wildly as rope after rope of jizz flew into the air. Every one landed on or around her, striping her white coat, matting her hide, oozing down her back, her flanks, her rump, and her great, heaving tits.

She felt her womb filling up with seed as pints of cum flooded into her. She squealed, moaned, as her slick insides were buffeted by a geyser of spooge, both stallions behind her grunting together, their balls slapping against her ass as they came in unison.

Her belly was already growing taut, her fur coated every inch with cum - and then Bolero came.

It was a rush, a flood, a tsunami of seed that gushed down her throat to her stomach below. Bolero seized a hold of her mane and held her there, lips pressed against the base of his crotch, as his cock throbbed and bulged and erupted with seed. Each flex of his great member deposited a fresh load of cum in her belly, pints and pints of his hot, fertile cream. Gleaming's hands went to her middle, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth, feeling her stomach bulge and bloat and slosh as more and more seed was forced inside of it.

But Bolero wasn't done yet - far from it. With his horn shimmering with magic, he grunted, moaned out, "Every drop, slut" - and then released his spell.

His balls grew. Gleaming's hands moved from her stomach to his nutsack, shaking, groping, anxious to feel at the swelling orbs as they churned with fresh, magic-fueled seed. Cups, then pints, then what felt like quarts flooded into her belly until it was the size of a beach ball, leaving her looking ten-months pregnant and as taut as an overinflated beach ball.

Finally, though, even Bolero's climax ended. He removed his cock with a lazy jerk of his hips. Cum-stained, groaning, and leaking jizz from every orifice, a sweaty, satisfied Gleaming collapsed to the ground, completely bloated with her liquid meals.

Bolero stepped over her, grinning. "Well?" he asked, winking. "Tell me, slut dear - don't you just love being a cum bucket for these fine stallions?"

Gleaming nodded, smiling blearily.

Ripe Apples [Big Mac] [Applebloom] [Foalcon] [Incest] [Anthro] [Anthro-on-Feral] [Technicality Loophole Fetishism] [Size Difference] [Cum Inflation]

A little whimper escaped Applebloom’s throat. Big Mac paused, stopping from lowering her down further. He glanced up, meeting her big, purple eyes.

“Y’alright, ‘Bloom?” Mac said softly.

She nodded. “Y-yeah.” A glance downward, though, accompanied a little quiver in her voice. “S’just, uh, really big.”

“Eeyup,” he said. “That’s the idea.”

The little filly in his hands took a deep breath. Then, with a little nod, she offered him a grin. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s - ooh.”

Her little hind legs wriggled, her flanks flexing as the first inches of his great black rod pushed her legs further apart. Applebloom groaned, sighing in tightness and what Mac hoped was pleasure as another inch of his fat cock slipped into her virgin fillyhood, spreading her wider and wider than any explorations with her hoof had ever delivered.

A shuddering sigh was the only sound in his ears as he kept lowering her down, gently, inch by inch. Applebloom’s little hooves wrapped around the growing swell in her belly, and she groaned, rubbing the bulge his cock made in her as his fingers tightened around her flanks.

“Nggfh,” she mumbled. “S-so full.”

He blushed. “Eeyup.”

With a cheeky grin, she squeezed one eye open and grinned up at his hulking form. “S’why we call you B-big Mac, right?” She gave her belly a little pat.

He chuckled. “Guess so.”

She squirmed atop his member. It looked like she’d accommodated to his gargantuan size; by the little pants and breaths she was making, it sounded like she was psyching herself up for more. Then - “Why’d you stop?” she asked.

Mac regarded her with a concerned look. “Just - “ He bit his lip, frowning. “‘Member our rule?”

She bobbed her head pleasantly. Even as she replied, though, her hind legs were wrapping around the solid base of his turgid shaft, making a tiny effort to rub her little body up and down the length of the pillar of meat impaling her. “Don’t tell Applejack.”

He nodded. “Eeyup.” A little smile touched his lips. “Now - y’all ready?”

She was suddenly perfectly erect on his cock, hooves wrapped tightly around the flare-shaped mound he’d left in her middle. “Yeah!”

He grinned - her enthusiasm was infectious sometimes. Then, with a grunt, he held his little filly of a sister close to his chest and turned. With an exhale, he released his cock from his grip and let it swing down onto the bed - taking Applebloom with it.

She hit the thick cotton quilt with a gentle thump, the mattress shaking more with the weight of his mast than her body. She lay back with her big eyes blinking up at him, hooves drawn up to her chest. Beneath him, it was so clearly apparent how much smaller she was than him: a tiny, delicate little pony wrapped around a cock big enough to outweigh her - a cock owned by a male three times her height and ten times her weight. He shivered as a current of lust turned hot in his belly, and his thirty-inch biceps flexed.

With a low, shuddering gasp, he began to draw his hips back. Applebloom inhaled sharply when his thick flare slipped from her pussy, leaving its weight perched atop her delicate lips. “W-why’d you take it out?” she whimpered. She squirmed against the weight of his big hands keeping her firmly pressed to the bed. With his hands wrapping around her flanks, his thumbs easily reached around half her belly, even as her hind legs kicked needily in the air below him. “P-put it back in.”

Big Mac grinned. Slowly, he see-sawwed his length between Bloom’s spread legs. She whimpered, flexing her core as his slit drooled tablespoons of thick, musky pre onto her chest. Then, with a grunt, he pulled his hips all the way back - and thrust himself back inside.

Applebloom squealed - and then shuddered, hooves flying back to the bump in her belly. She moaned aloud, wriggling as Mac began to piston his weight forward, then back. The bulge at her midsection receded, then swelled, each thrust stretching her pliable hide even further than before.

“Like that?” Big Mac grunted.

Bloom whinnied loudly. “Y-yeah! Just - like - ayiee!”

With a full-bodied shudder, her every muscle flexed. Her back arched - and, panting, squealing, she came. Big Mac was grinning ear-to-ear as she came back down, sweat rolling down her face. He’d just given his little sister her first orgasm.

And there were many more to come.

With either hand covering the entirety of her flanks, he started thrusting harder - faster. More and more precum gushed from his shaft, his monstrous arousal barely under control as he rutted his baby sister like a cocksleeve. Stretched out beneath him, so tiny and light between his hands, she might as well have been - barely a condom for his throbbing manhood. More and more pre flooded into her, leaving her belly a bit rounder every time he pulled his weight back, her hide further stretched around the liquid essence his lust left inside of her.

Her hind legs curled around his shaft, even as her forelegs wrapped fully around the bulge in her belly. Mac groaned, snorting and grunting as Applebloom’s little legs jerked him off with every downthrust, his massive tool barely fitting between the full reach of her limbs. His great muscles flexed, his organ pressing Bloom harder against the bed as his thrusts grew faster, stronger, and more wild by the second.

The very frame of the bed creaked and groaned, mixing with her little pants and moans as his fat testicles smacked against her rump with every thrust. She writhed and groaned as he rutted her with all the force of a piston, in and out, in and out, in and out -

She came again. And again. Bloom’s little head was flung back, her eyes wide, muzzle gaping as climax after climax wracked her body. Her inner walls were so tight, her pleasure so pure. Big Mac’s nostrils flared, and he strengthened his grip around her belly. His thumbs pressed in tight against her hide, squishing against the soft flesh of his cock inside her. He could feel the pressure mounting, the oncoming tide swelling, until there was nowhere left for his pleasure to go but out -

With a pure, primal roar, he released his own climax. A tsunami of his seed rushed out to flood inside her. In a blink, his orgasm had bloated out her belly; in another, it had flooded into her womb. Applebloom whinnied beneath the weight of his cock pressing down against her womb, each wild jerk of her big brother’s body only pumping her fuller of his seed. Her hooves flew to her belly, and she moaned as he kept jizzing, releasing more and more of his spunk until she looked as pregnant as a mare thrice her age.

Finally, his rush of cum ended. Big Mac flipped his weight and flopped back onto the bed. Above him, Applebloom panted and groaned, trembling as she struggled to fit her forelegs around a cum-belly that was larger than she was. He could smell his own musk on her - could see her gut wobble and slosh as her little body struggled to hold in the massive ocean of seed he’d left inside of her.

Slowly, panting, but cooing with pleasure, she bent forward until her cheek was touching against his chest. His cock softened inside of her, allowing her to move more freely until she was hugging his great, naked pectorals, her squishy belly rubbing against his abs.

“M’I gonna have your babies now, Big Mac?” Applebloom asked sleepily.

He chuckled, and reached up to tousle her mane. “Y’might, ‘Bloom,” he said. He sighed, grinned, and stroked her big, cum-stuffed belly. “Just might.”

Big Drake [Spike x OC] [Growth] [Muscle Growth] [Cock Growth] [M/M]

No sooner had Spike stripped down to his stockings and thong than Icicle was pressed against him, lips locked in a sudden kiss.

As Icicle's hands roamed across his bubble-butt, Spike moaned happily, his own claws tightening around Icicle's shoulders. One of Icicle's hands curved around one of Spike's effeminate hips, feeling the gentle plush of the scales beneath his palm. The little dragon cooed, his long serpentine tongue wiggling around Icicle's in a loving embrace.

Inwardly, Icicle grinned. Perfect. He gave Spike's fat rump another squeeze, and slid his hand around to slip beneath the string of Spike's pouch. Spike moaned again, his toes curling against the carpet as Icicle fondled his cock. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier as Icicle's fingers wound their way tightly around their prize.

Then, Icicle cast the spell.

It wasn't a sudden surge so much as a sudden heat - a warmth that began in Spike's chest and slowly spread to suffuse his whole system. Spike made a small, delighted noise and began to fidget, squirming against his makeout partner as Icicle continued to explore every inch of his plush physique.

Yet that physique was growing less plush by the second. Spike groaned, deep in his throat, and Icicle felt a jolt of excitement as he felt Spike's chest suddenly brush against his own. His wandering hand found its way up to Spike's shoulders - and then Spike flexed, his slender torso exploding into sudden size and definition.

Spike's little hip-thrusts, already fueled by Icicle's sensual touch, only grew faster and harder as he grew. Icicle's tail wiggled delightedly behind him as he felt Spike's nipples press against his, their breadth suddenly thick and stiff - and then brush upwards as Spike's body gave another upward push. His neck bent back; Spike's craned forward, the kiss continuing as if Spike hadn't yet realized that he'd gone from shoulder-height on Icicle's average frame to looking down upon the lean unicorn - and he was only getting bigger.

Icicle felt his own stallionhood stir excitedly within his pants, his heartbeat thudding in time with the throb of his cock with each inch he imagined Spike putting on. He kept his eyes closed, lips locked into the kiss even as he felt Spike swell before him. His left hand continued fondling Spike's package, fingers struggling to wrap around the thickening dragoncock as it grew in time with his master. The pouch creaked, its threads straining as Spike's cute little nuts swelled into a pair of overgrown grapefruits, their volumes stuffing their owner's thong to the max. Each cute huff of Spike's breath thrust his hips forward again, his hefty and growing balls slapping against Icicle's upper thigh as his cock stirred and swelled and flexed.

Spike groaned again, his voice deeper, richer, and rumbling with power. Icicle wriggled against his larger physique, one hand moving up - so far! - to feel a thick, rounded bulge flexing against his palm. As he kneaded it, Icicle's arousal flared even higher - that was Spike's pec! It was so wide - so well-defined - so strong! His thumb flicked against a thimble-sized nipple and Spike moaned, pulling his weight back just far enough to break the kiss.

Icicle almost stumbled - but Spike caught him, his big hands swooping down to catch his now-smaller partner with lightning reflexes. Then Spike stared down at himself.

"What the - " he began, then stopped. Then, a grin began to grow on his face. "No way!"

Icicle giggled. "Yup!" He wiggled happily in Spike's grip, then grinned back as he felt Spike gave his own generous ass a grope. Now pushing seven feet in height, the larger Spike easily outsized the six-even Icicle Frost. Icicle licked his lips, eyeing Spike's biceps with obvious hunger. Even unflexed, just one was easily as thick as one of his legs. "Like your new size, big boy?"

"Man," Spike breathed. He hefted one of his thirty-inch monsters and flexed. Icicle couldn't stifle a squeal as he watched it swell into a massive sphere the size of a basketball. "This is crazy."

"This is sexy," Icicle corrected him. He gave one of Spike's bare nipples a squeeze, and grinned cheekily when the larger dragon groaned aloud. His other hand pushed lower down Spike's overstuffed crotch pouch, fingers struggling to reach around just one of his tangerine-sized orbs. "You know I like 'em big."

"Well, yeah," Spike said. He wore a goofy-looking grin, with one of his fangs poking up over his upper lip. One of his oversized hands moved down to wrap around his bulging thong. The outline of his thick sausage was clearly traced in the stretched satin thread, and Icicle was giddy to see the circumference of Spike's great testes appear to breathe, inhaling with size as one big claw traced a lazy line across their surface. "But - man, this is just..."

Icicle stepped one foot forward, just far enough to wrap one of his slender legs around Spike's sculpted thigh. "How's it feel, cutie?" he purred, giving Spike's leg an unsubtle hump.

Spike grinned toothily down at him. "It feels amazing." He flexed an arm, and Icicle felt himself grow faint at the sight of that bulging, mountainous peak. As Spike continued to fondle his nuts, the weight of his big hand pressing Icicle's palm deeper into his sweaty nutsack, Icicle cooed at the sight of that weighty package swaying heftily between those muscular thighs.

Then a frown crossed Spike's face. "I, uh - I'll be able to get my figure back after this, right?" Such a femmy pout looked hilariously out of place on such a masculine, chiseled face. "I worked hard on that ass."

"Of course," Icicle cooed. He ran both hands over Spike's back, marveling at how difficult it was to reach all the way around. As Spike's shoulder blades flexed, mighty muscles rippling in time with the rest of his seven-foot frame, Icicle's cock twitched and throbbed with need. "But for now...how'd you like to get even bigger?"

Spike's grin only widened. "Only if you get up here with me."

Icicle gave his stud's belly a little pat. Spike’s growth had bloated it by a good amount, leaving a delightful amount of dragon-gut to plump and plush. Icicle’s stallionhood throbbed harder, his heartbeat speeding up with excitement. "That," he said, smirking, "can definitely be arranged."

Happy Birthday [Shining Armor] [Cadance] [Muscle Growth] [Cock Growth]

muscle and cock growth. Ripping clothes, too, pls...

Cadance offered Shining a wink as her horn shimmered. “Happy birthday!”

Shining could only blink in response. “Thanks, dear. I - whoa!”

A wave of nausea swept through him, but was quickly replaced by a spreading feeling of warmth. “Ugh,” Shining grunted, putting a hand to his forehead. “What - “

He stared at his forearm. Being the captain of the guard, he’d always been well-built, but his arm looked ready to burst out of its sleeve entirely. Rippling cords of thick muscle ran down from his shoulder. He flexed his hand experimentally, wondering at the new size. “Happy birthday, huh?”

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Cadance said. Shining grunted again, but this time in pleasure.

His chest began to feel heavier, his pecks swelling outward with each passing second. His shirt strained, buttons ready to pop - and then gave up, buttons pop-pop-popping to reveal basketball-sized pectorals standing out proudly beneath his chin.

His shirt sleeves ripped right down the seam, Shining’s biceps swelling to twice their size, and then soon enough to the size of his head. His jeans fell to the floor as his legs thickened to the point where even Big Mac would be jealous - and suddenly there he was, his clothes on the floor, clothed only in the tatters of his shirt and a bulging pair of underwear.

And bulging they were. Shining’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he saw - no, felt, his hand twitching down over the growing bulge - his underwear straining to hold back a monstrous mountain of a cock. He moaned as his thick legs were forced farther apart by his growing balls, their sloshing cum warm and heavy.

With a snap, his useless underwear fell to the floor - and so did the last of his dignity. Shining glanced down - and down, and down - at Cadance. She was grinning, drooling, and winking…somehow, all at the same time.

He had a feeling that this was going to be a very long, and very enjoyable birthday.

“Fuck me,” Cadance whispered, and tackled him to the bed.

Big Unicorn In Town [Trixie] [Hyper] [Futa] [Exhibitionism]

Could you try hyper Trixie exhibitionism, please?

There was one thing holding the attention of Ponyville streetgoers. And that thing, Trixie reflected smugly, was planted firmly between her legs.

It wasn’t every day, after all, that your average Ponyvillian got to see such a magnificent specimen of stallionhood hanging from the crotch of such a glamorous mare. Trixie hefted her enormous breasts with one hand, the other going to rest on the base of her cock, as she leered at a passing salespony.

Most of the ponies around her couldn’t have looked more astounded. They were all actually wearing clothes! Trixie grinned despite herself. She couldn’t bear the thought of restricting her monstrous cock and keeping it from view.

She loved the way it swayed from side to side, the way it smacked loudly against her thighs with each sauntering step. She loved the way her breasts bounced and jiggled with the barest breath. and the way blushes seemed to erupt from the faces of every onlooker for blocks around.

And it wasn’t like she could’ve possible found clothes to fit her…well-endowed proportions, anyway. Even as she walked, she found herself eyeing a passing mare’s ass, admiring the way the fabric clung perfectly to those well-rounded cheeks, finding it all too easy to imagine herself hotdogging her massive cock between them.

The mare turned around to see Trixie leering at her, and glared. But Trixie didn’t care. All that mattered was that all of Ponyville could see her glorious, sexy, massive new body - and that Twilight Sparkle could see who the better unicorn was, once and for all.

Dat Bass [Vinyl Scratch] [Neon Lights] [Hyper Ass] [Ass Growth] [Hotdogging]

Vinyl Scratch hyper ass inflation.

“We ready to go?”

“Oh, you betcha,” Neon Lights said. He was slurring, Vinyl noted, but she didn’t really care because she was slurring too.

“You ready to go down?” she asked, chuckling. “On this?”

She planted her hooves on the side of the bed and waggled her flank up in the air. She knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hooves off it.

“Oh, baby.” Neon grinned as he made for Vinyl’s ass and squeezed. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” His stallionhood was already sprouting from beneath his legs, already at half-mast and showing no signs of stopping. “You got that spell ready?”

“Maybe. What if I think my butt’s big enough as is?”

He gave her rump a smack and smirked. “Scratch, I know you better than that. No ass will ever be big enough for you.”

A light blue aura sprang up around Vinyl’s horn, and she smirked right back. “Is that right? Well, let’s find out!”

Neon swayed slightly with a stupid grin on his face as his hooves roamed over ever inch of Vinyl’s ass. As far as flanks went, it was already pretty well-sized; long worknights with only junk food to eat didn’t do much to keep a mare’s figure slender. But he’d always liked that about her.

“More cushion for the pushin’,” he slurred. Vinyl grinned slyly and bumped her rear up against his crotch, making sure to give his growing cock the barest of squeezes as her ass started to grow.

“And there’ll be plenty of pushin’,” she said.

Already, her rump had swelled up to the point where it was obviously larger than before. Neon looked like a foal in a candy store as he squeezed, pinched, and humped her growing ass.

Soon enough, though, it was almost overflowing his hooves. Neon looked ecstatic. Vinyl just looked horny as hell.

“I’ll bet,” she huffed, as Neon hotdogged her with every ounce of determination his drunken mind could summon up, “that there ain’t a bigger ass in all of Equestria.”

“You think you’re the biggest?” Neon asked. He hugged her assflesh to himself as he felt his dick slide through her cheeks. His balls slapped against her growing rump, his pre providing easy lubrication for each thrust. He gloried in the sensation of her flanks filling his grasp, in the sight of her cutie marks swelling until they were over half the size of his entire head.

Vinyl grinned at him, her giant ass wobbling profusely. “Babe. I know so.”

Too Aroused To Care [Spike] [Twilight] [Macro] [Growth] [Hyper Cock] [Hyper Balls] [Autofellatio]

A spell gone wrong causes Spike to grow when aroused. Twilight wounds up trapped under his sensitive balls.

“Ooh.” Spike’s tongue hung out of his mouth, his eyes caught in a dazed expression. “Twi, that feels good.”

“That’s odd.” Twilight stared at her spellbook. “I don’t remember it inducing physical pleasure.”

Spike just bit his lid and glanced down between his legs. At some point during the testing, his member and balls had emerged from his sheath. Both were slowly getting bigger - his shaft getting harder and longer, and his balls swelling up with cum. His claws hovered over them for a second - should he really do this now? - but then he decided that it really wasn’t anything that Twilight hadn’t seen before.

He shivered a little bit as one claw made contact with the fat, puffy head. A warm, electric tingle danced up his spine, but he passed it off as mere arousal. Little did he know how right he was.

Twilight, meanwhile, was still staring at her book. “So do you feel mentally enhanced at all? Like your mind’s been broadened? Or - “

She paused at the sudden moan, looked up, and paled. “Spike,” she said. “What are you doing?”

“Mmff - nothing, Twi,” Spike said. His right claw jerked up and down his twitching, throbbing shaft as his left fondled his swollen balls. Given Spike’s adolescence, though, it wasn’t that surprising to see him taking a moment to bust a quick nut. No; what concerned her was the way his head was gradually inching up into the air, his arms and legs lengthening with each stroke of his cock.

“Spike,” she said again, “I thought you told me that you double-checked the physical components of the spell!”

Spike, who’d gone from a mere five feet to a much more impressive six in the span of about twenty seconds, just huffed a little bit and rubbed his shaft a little harder. “I - unf - did. Really. Probably.”

“Great!” Twilight threw her hooves up. “So now I’ve got a growing, horny dragon in my basement, and my spell doesn’t work!”

Spike just grunted and sped up his own pace. Even as his head-spines hit six and a half feet in the air, his work on his cock was far from forgotten. He groaned and fidgeted in place as his shaft grew up past his hips and toward his belly button, his balls hanging heavy below his crotch as they swelled with seed.

Twilight took a step in front of Spike. “And do you really need to do this now?”

Spike just kind of shrugged. “It - unf - feels really good!” He shot up a few more inches, surpassing seven feet - and then kept on growing. The rest of his body grew too, and not just in height. His reedy arms were rapidly thickening with muscle; soon, his biceps were each the size of a basketball. His pecs tightened across his chest as well, starting to bulge and swell with power and size. Meanwhile, his shaft had almost reached his pecs, and as Twilight watched, Spike started to bend over a little bit, his mouth open wide and tongue protruding.

“I can’t believe this,” she said, to nopony in particular. “I can’t believe this! Four hours’ work, all down the - agh!”

Another growth spurt hit Spike, and it hit him hard. In the space of three seconds, he nearly doubled his height, going from seven feet to twelve so fast his legs barely had time to adjust. His head scraped against the ceiling of the basement and his cock surged up past his tongue and into his mouth. Spike let out a muffled cry of surprise, his much larger body losing its balance and toppling over -

with his enormous, beanbag-chair-sized balls landing directly on the unfortunate Twilight.

Twilight just groaned as the two cum-filled globes gurgled and sloshed above her head, weighing her down to the floor so that she could barely move. Far above her, his head above any pony’s reach even sitting down, Spike happily sucked on his long, thick cock, streams of clear precum dripping down his chin.

And he kept growing. Twilight could feel the balls on top of her getting heavier and warmer. Their musk was soon all she could smell. “Great,” she groused, again to nopony in particular. “Just great.”

Twilight & Sunset's Inflatable Adventure [Twilight Sparkle] [Sunset Shimmer] [Inflation] [Wardrobe Malfunction] [Lactation] [Nipple Sucking] [Lesbians]

Alrighty, here's mah Snippert, since ye bahleeted it by accident: This is set in the EQG universe, where Twilight messes up on a spell, where she and Sunset Shimmer inflate into massive, horny and nude blimps. Much clothes ripping, followed by some puffy foreplay and other kinky antics (breastfeeding and motorboating)

“What the - “ Twilight glanced down at her stomach and blanched. “I, uh, don’t think this was supposed to happen.”

“Speak for yourself!” Sunset Shimmer had her hands on her waist, which was now widening with each passing second. “What the heck was that supposed to even do?”

“It was - “

Twilight found herself cut off as her air supply suddenly went short. Glancing down, she found her growing, swelling bust pushing hard against her blouse. Each of her knockers was easily the size of a watermelon, and the fabric of her shirt felt a little wet besides. She grunted, struggling to breeze against the tight blouse. Between her massive breasts, a single button quivered. The blouse was straining, about ready to pop.

Sunset Shimmer wasn’t having a much better time of things. Her hips and ass had expanded so much that even the track pants she’d thrown on were struggling to contain them. The elastic waistband groaned audibly as it was stretched longer and longer. It wasn’t long before her gut started to swell as well, her belly ballooning out to join her massive, expanding hips.

With a cry, Twilight lost her balance, as the sheer size of her growing boobs pulled her forward. She landed with just the barest of grunts, though, her suddenly enormous belly taking most of the brunt of the falls and spreading the shock across its surface with a series of jiggling, bouncing waves. The impact finally did her poor blouse in, and not one, but three of its top buttons snapped off and went flying into the air. Twilight just groaned, now teetering around with her stubby arms spread wide across her gigantic, growing belly and bust.

Sunset moaned. As the spell went to work on her privates, she was finding it harder and harder to feel uncomfortable about this situation. In fact, she was becoming more and more comfortable - at least in one respect. Had her stubby limbs been able to reach, she would have had her fingers stretching her clit wide and rubbing madly; as it was, she settled for moaning some more and rocking back and forth on her gigantic balloon of a body.

Giggling and moaning madly, Sunset found herself rolling on the floor. Her mouth bumped right into one of Twilight’s massive, swollen tits - and, upon feeling a steady stream of milk pouring from the oversized nipple, Sunset happily opened her mouth and began to suck.

Now Twilight was the one groaning, twisting back and forth with her fat, blown-up hips as Sunset went to town. As Sunset greedily gulped Twilight’s milk down, the two blimplike girls began to swell again, their busts, asses, and bellies growing larger and rounder, and larger again.

With a final, groaning rip, Sunset’s pants tore right down the length of her right leg. The sheer size of her waist and thickness of her “legs” was just too much for them to hope to contain. With a satisfied smirk on her face, Sunset just kept sucking on Twilight’s tit.

Maybe if she did, she could get even bigger.