Anniversary Week

You woke up the next morning, surprisingly tucked into bed, your lover of last night unsurprisingly missing from the spot next to you. Your large stomach had somewhat reduced, and you didn't feel heavy like you thought you would. You didn't appear to gain any weight, so that must have been another effect of the potion. Everything else still felt sticky, however. Hair, face, stomach, everything above nipple level. You hopped into the shower and started to scrub down and get out as much of her cum as you could. You looked for your body wash, but it was missing. Hers was there, so you didn't think twice about yours being missing. You don't really care about "girly" scents, just about getting clean.

You pour some out into your hand, it's a deep blue. You give it a small sniff, and it doesn't appear to be scented. It must be new, you haven't seen it before. You figure it must be something from Rarity, she still does a lot of styling and junk for Twi. You start to rub it all over your hair and face, and pour more out and rub it on your chest to get the stickiness to go away. You suddenly feel a bit of a tingle go across your chest, you feel a bit worried since it didn't smell like there was mint in it. And then your chest starts to feel...softer to the touch. Almost like...it's getting bigger? Oh no. No, it can't be. You throw some water and scrub down below with some hand soap from the sink so you don't have anything wrong happen there. Your chest is still expanding, getting bigger by the second. First A-cups, then B-cups, and last you checked, a healthy C-cup.

You quickly towel yourself off, wrapping the towel...above your new boobs, apparently, and go to try and find Twilight. It doesn't take long for you to find her, she's standing in the doorway leading into the bedroom, and closes the door as she gives you a smirk. You instinctively go to cover your genitals (which remain unchanged, thankfully), and that causes your towel to fall off, exposing your now E-cup breasts, each with a perky nipple pointing out from the rush of cold air after leaving the bathroom.

"What's going on, what's happening to me?" you ask her.

"Well, as a part of the week's festivities, I was going to do a full swap, but it appears you used my special shampoo."

"Special? How special? I used it on my face and hair! What's going to happen to that?" you say, starting to raise your voice a little.

"Just a little of poison joke, nothing serious. They'll be fine, it just decided to go after something else."

"Why even have poison joke shampoo in the first place?"

She chuckles, "Oh, it's great for your hair. Makes it real soft. You just need to have the antidote conditioner, which I happen to be out of."

You start to simmer down a bit. "Well, how long will it last? I can't go out looking like this."

"Just a couple of hours, it doesn't appear you used that much. We should be able to have some...fun in the mean time, though."

"I guess," you reply, a bit miffed that she didn't tell you about it, "what did you have in mind?"

She takes off her modest blazer and unbuttons her blouse, revealing she's going bra-less today. Her pert purple tits swayed back and forth as she moved toward you, the dark purple nipples also erect from the sudden change in environment. She grabs you by the wrist and pulls you toward her, symmetrically docking both of your assets together, nipples rubbing up as she brings you in for a kiss. You both grab onto each others waists (and you slide a hand down towards her ass) and start to make out. You use all of your knowledge of cheesy 80's movies and lesbian porn to try and make this kiss work, and it seems to. You both spin like some kind of pornographic waltz, ending up with her falling back on the bed and you landing right in front of it, basically just like last night. Your boobs cushioned the fall, so you guess there's one positive result. No concussion.

She must have noticed that, as she is quick to take off her shoes and pants, throwing them who knows where in the room. She quickly removes her underwear, too, throwing that over you, making sure you look back at her to see what she has planned.

"Wanna get me prepped?" she asks, her half-erect dick flopped out in front of your face. "Use your mouth."

You oblige for the moment, not wanting to end up guzzling cum like the night before. Your mouth tentatively touches the tip and starts to suck lightly, as your head starts to back away as her dick bobs up quickly with the new blood flow coming to it. Precum starts to leak from the tip, and you slurp up a bit of it, reminding you of last night.

"Hold up", she says, backing away from your mouth, "now you need to lube those girls up." she says, pointing to your...girls. You start to pump her now leaky cock with both hands, hoping to coax out some "lubricant." Her dick cooperates, pumping out some which you catch on the top of your breasts, and some on your hands. You start to rub it around, making sure to get between them, as you're now quite certain of what is going to happen next. You get a little more of the foggy-clear precum and rub it on your nipples, feeling just how sensitive they are to the touch and the warm fluid.

"There we go. Now come close. I have to make this count."

You know what she's about to do. You scooch closer to the bed, she scooches closer to the edge of the bed. She leans back so her large horse dick rests over the edge and straight up. You think back to when she's done it for you, and put a boob on each side, just resting them on each thigh. You can't reach the tip with your mouth at this angle, so you bathe the shaft with your tongue and mouth to make it a bit more slippery.

"You're gonna have to help out too, I've never done this before." You say, not exactly sure of what you're doing. She nods, and she thrusts a bit to get it going, her somehow still heavy testicles slap against the underside of your breasts, as you grab the outside of each one and start to move up and down as best you can. Your saliva and more of her pre start to leak down her shaft and into your cleavage, making the tunnel a bit slipperier for this obstruction. You work your breasts up and down as much of her shaft as you can, seeing that having such big breasts means you have a lot of weight to work with. Your marefriend starts to moan and gasp as your soft titflesh massages her probably still sensitive marecock.

It actually didn't take too long for her to seem close. You look up to see her biting her lip and breathing through her teeth. She's very close. She starts to thrust with a bit more rhythm, picking up her pace, her balls now pounding the bottom of your boobs, almost hurting them. She gives out one last gasp before...

"Cumming!"

A rope of semen flies a foot and a half into the air, basically straight up, her dick still being supported by your very cushioning chest, and lands basically back on top of your head and tits. You look up to see the spurt and find another glob goes straight into your mouth and surprises you. Still tasty. Her orgasm must be a lot lighter than last night's, as it finishes in less than 30 seconds, more ropes flying into the air, and her pointing her dick like a cannon and shooting the last few ropes directly on to your fat tits.

"Wow. It's really neat to be on the other end of a boobjob, I should make a note of that." That was your Twilight. Not 30 seconds post orgasm, wanting to take notes.

You both go to shower up, this time with soap that won't give you tits. You both dry off, and you are worried and ask Twilight why your chest hasn't gone back to normal yet.

"Oh no, I was afraid of this." She walks to the bookcase and grabs a blue hardcover book. She flips to a bookmarked page. "Yup, that's what I thought. The poison joke has some special effects that only happen when it touches bare skin, not a coat of fur like we have. I'm afraid there's only one way for you to get back to normal."

"And what's that?" you say, almost knowing what that's going to be.

-------- (An hour later) ------------

"Boy, it sure was nice of Mrs. Cake to let us borrow this for the afternoon!" Twilight says happily. You follow her back into the bedroom, taking off the heavy coat you were wearing to hide your enhancements. You were pretty sure it did nothing, but it made you feel better. She sets the breast pump machine and the two pumps on the nightstand next to the bed. "And she made sure to give us the extra large containers, too!" You were just glad it was an automatic one. "Now sit down and we'll get this over with and have you back to normal. At least then I'll have the ingredients for the antidote!"

"Yaaaay", you say, dryly and sarcastically doing your best imitation of Fluttershy.

You sit down on the armchair next to the nightstand and turn on the TV as she affixes the pumps to your nipples. She turns the machine on and you shiver a bit from the stimulation.

"Just about an hour should do the trick to get all of the spore magic out of your body. Wait a second, you didn't get off during all that, did you?" You shake your head, now engrossed in whatever drivel was on the TV. "Well tell you what, tomorrow, I'll have a special surprise, just for you. It'll be great." She starts to walk away, back to her office, presumably.

"As long as I don't grow tits again." you shout to her as she's walking out.

"I promise!"