Scootaloo Springs Up

Scootaloo woke up early. It was common for her now to just be up and wide awake long before Dash. It was like her body didn’t need much sleep to be well rested anymore. She rolled off the couch and stood up, stretching her arms up into a yawn. She loved how the sleeves of her nightshirt strained against her biceps. Every day she seemed to wake up a little taller, a little stronger. After her workout last night Scootaloo felt like she hit a new milestone. Walking into the kitchen to prepare her breakfast (ducking just slightly under the arched entryway) she wondered if maybe she’d grown more than a single inch in a night. That would put her today at roughly six foot four or six foot five. Scootaloo smiled. Maybe Dash would like to take her measurements when she got up…

In any case, her stomach was roaring. Right now she needed food.

The fridge was stocked. Scootaloo opened up the door and bent down, her huge heavy breasts straining the tight T-shirt they were stuffed into as she grabbed a carton of eggs, some chopped meat and a few other ingredients for a big omelette. It wasn’t a complicated or difficult breakfast to make. Her growing appetite also meant bigger portions to fuel her powerful body.

While her omelette was in the pan, Scootaloo re-opened the fridge to grab some of that delicious milk in the back. The bottled milk from that farm was decent. Both she and Dash drank it. Although, over the past couple of months it was the smaller, multiple pints of milk that Scootaloo would be downing at breakfast and dinner. At first, she had felt content from just one. Lately, she’d been drinking many bottles at time. Scootaloo uncapped and guzzled down all six bottles that were currently stocked in the back one after the other. Hunger had been something increasingly difficult to quench lately. Gallons of water and food just didn’t cut it. A growing girl like her needed every calorie she could get.

Finally, her omelette was done. Scoot tore into it, wolfing down her plate sized breakfast in minutes. She washed it down with a tall glass of the other farm delivered milk bottle and set her plates in the sink, grabbing a banana in the fruit basket. It was barely light outside. On a rest day like this Scoot would lounge about and do schoolwork. Today though, she would go into town and meet up with her friends.

Scootaloo leaned back in her chair. The wood creaked underneath her in protest. As she munched the banana with her left hand, her right drifted to her chest and cupped one of her enormous, jiggling breasts. While her hands had grown proportionally to her body, her breasts were anything but. They filled out her palms and then some, jiggling around her chest more than her ass bounced behind her. Scootaloo gave her breast a light squeeze and moaned slightly. When she let it go, it slapped firmly against her chest. The hem of the shirt she had on was caught, held in place solely by her stiffening nipple.

What the heck was she going to wear? It seemed like she’d outgrown everything normal sized.

Scootaloo wiggled her toes, thinking back to something she remembered from a few weeks ago…

Rainbow Dash woke up in slight pain.

Not soreness from working out pain. This was fresher, more concentrated in one specific location. Dash gently lifted up the blanket to inspect her heaving howitzers. They were both swollen and engorged with milk; light blue veins noticeable beneath the surface of her skin. To top it off, they’d been leaking steadily of their own accord sometime during the night.

“Ugh, dumb boobs,” Dash moaned, gingerly rolling out of bed while wobbling to her bathroom. Draining her frequently re-filling mammaries had become routine since she’d gotten them. It was still an unwelcome side-effect to getting such big tits. Slipping the suction pump over her nipple took a little bit of finesse. Finally, it was on. The machine whirred to life.

Dash sighed from the instant relief. It was probably her increased water intake from the mounting July heat that was making her produce more. In any case, the extra milk would make Fluttershy happy. The meek girl had offered to slip into her house to grab the bottles without interrupting the strenuous workout routines she and Scootaloo were going through. Even brought her own container to pour it in and left the bottles in the sink so she could wash them. It was very polite of her but the least she could do was say hello. Long winded conversations about what her opossum friends had for lunch was something Fluttershy could just up and get into talking about at a moment's notice. So maybe entirely avoiding her face to face wasn’t terrible.

Several minutes later Dash was finished with her daily draining. The two bottles she’d made went right into her mini-fridge, where she’d later transport them to the one in the kitchen. Dash jumped into the shower, quickly washed and rinsed, threw on some clothes, sandals, and grabbed the bag next to her bed she’d packed last night. If she was going to have a rest day, then damnit was she going to relax. An afternoon lakeside nap was just what she needed.

“Hey Scoot, are you up?” asked Dash, sticking her head into the kitchen. No response.

“Over here!” called Scootaloo, from the living room. Dash grabbed an apple and walked over while taking a bite.

“Sho, I figgered, I’d call a cab nd they’d jusht drive ush shtraight tuh’the shoe shtore,” she gulped and took another big bite. “Shince you got nusshin’ to wear on th’walk the-“

The sight of Scootaloo leaning against the doorframe gave Dash some pause. Scoot had grown noticeably taller overnight. Powerful muscles rippled and flexed throughout her big body. Clinging around her hips were an incredibly tight pair of her daisy dukes. There were more rips in the thigh area than before exposing tantalizingly more skin than the gym shorts and sweats ever did. The T-shirt she was wearing belonged to Dash and was stretched out so tightly the fabric barely had any wrinkles. The hem of that shirt hung out in a wide U shape due to Scootaloo’s big perky tits and showed off a couple inches of underboob. The poor shirt didn’t even reach the top of her rock hard abs.

Dash gulped the mouthful of apple that she was eating.

“I think we can skip the cab, Dash,” said Scootaloo coolly, tapping at her phone a few more times before slipping it in between her cleavage.

“Whuh?” said Dash dumbly, still taking in the sight of her former diminutive trainee. She couldn't help but ogle.

“Yeah! I didn’t wanna wake you up, but I borrowed some stuff to wear out of your closet,” Scootaloo smiled, looking incredibly pleased with herself. “So let’s go shopping!”

“Oh…” Dash shook her head as Scootaloo walked out the door. “Oh, Okay! Let’s go!”

Scootaloo was already fifty feet ahead by the time the front door had been locked. Rainbow Dash quickly jogged over to the larger girl.

“Hey! Wait up!” Dash called out as she approached. “We’re both going to the same town y’know.”

“Oops! My bad!” Scootaloo glanced down over her shoulder. “I figured you’d be right behind me.”

Dash cleared her throat as she slowed her approach, then picked her walking pace back up. “Yeah well, you’ve uh, kind of got a longer stride...”

“I sure do!” Scootaloo said, raising her arms up and flexing, the fabric of her shirt giving and letting more of her burgeoning breasts slip out. “I guess it’s because I’m so much taller than you now.”

Rainbow silently agreed, feeling a strange fluttering in her belly. She finished off her apple and tossed the the core away. Scootaloo was not slowing her pace. In order to keep up Dash had to power walk. There was no way she was going to jog to keep up.

“So, I don’t remember buying any shoes in your size… so what’re you even wearing…?” Dash began, now just glancing down to Scootaloo's feet.

Scoot stopped dead in her tracks, and raised her leg slightly to display her current footwear.

“It’s ‘cause you didn’t buy these,” said Scootaloo smugly.

Dash felt her mouth go dry. It was the giant sized pair of bright pink flip-flops that Pinkie Pie had bought for her like a year ago.

And they were a perfect fit for Scootaloo. But that wasn’t all.

“Is that one of my sports bras!?” Dash gaped, looking down at her custom fitted bra and back to Scootaloo’s chest.

“Alright! Ya got me, Dash!” Scootaloo threw her arms up, the bra creaking loudly. “I couldn’t get the bandages to stay on right so I had to wear one of yours. My bad. I should’ve asked you before taking it.”

Rainbow Dash was trying to properly register that Scootaloo had tits as big as hers now. “Yeah,” she eventually said, “No it's fine. You can’t go walking around town with your ladies hangin’ out after all. I’m just, a little surprised it fits you good. Especially since like, uh, mine are so big and all.”

“Oh this doesn’t fit me good,” Scootaloo corrected.

Dash stopped in her tracks this time. “Say again?”

“Your bra isn’t a good fit.”

“I… what?”

“Look,” said Scootaloo plainly, rolling up her tight little T-shirt to reveal her bra encased bosom. There was an incredible amount of cleavage on display and Scoot wasn’t lying. Ample amounts of titflesh bulged out of the sides and top of the sports bra. The elastic front of the cups were digging into her big round tits and pushing them down and out. The fabric was tight all over clearly ill-fitting. It provided a phenomenal amount of cleavage as a result.

“I think it’s because you’re so much skinnier than me,” Scootaloo turned around to showcase her powerful back, where the straps were digging into her strong lats. “I was out of bandage tape so this was the next best thing.”

“You… you’ve got bigger breasts than me?” Dash said, her voice hoarse.

Scootaloo dropped her shirt and turned around. “I sure do! Probably for a while now. They’ve looked smaller because I’ve kept binding ‘em back. Plus I’ve been growing so they don’t look as over-sized on me. Yours look huger because-” Scootaloo grinned, taking a step closer to Dash, whose eyes were less than shoulder level now, “-because, you’re so small.”

It was like Dash had been struck by lightning. Or an avalanche. At this moment she realized that little Scootaloo had outgrown and outclassed her completely –in size, strength, sexiness, and now the last real thing she could hold over as something she was more of.

“Can I get your card now? I told Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom I’m meeting them for an early lunch and I want to hurry and get some clothes on that aren’t so tight,” asked Scootaloo politely.

“S-sure,” stammered Dash, pulling out her credit card. It practically disappeared in the palm of Scootaloo's hand.

“Great! Thank you so much!”

“Just, uh, don’t go nuts on the shopping spree, okay Scoot?”

“Okay!”

“You already know whatcha need so I don’t need to tell you,” Dash ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get past the shock. “So, y’know, I don’t think I have to babysit you today at the stores.”

“Really?! You’ll let me go around on my own?!”

“Sure. You’re a big girl,” Dash smiled hesitantly up into Scootaloo's beaming face “You’ll be fine solo shopping.”

Scootaloo bent down and lifted Rainbow Dash in a crushing hug. “ThankyousoMUCHdashyouareliterallythebestEVER!”

“No…problem…” wheezed Dash, her face mashed right up against the pillowy softness of Scootaloo’s breasts. A hard contrast to the pain in her sides and back.

After another several seconds of hugging Scootaloo relinquished and skipped down the path to town. “Ill text you later!”

“Alright… I’ll probably be at the lake…see ya!” Dash waved, one hand on her hip as Scootaloo disappeared down the trail.

Scootaloo was on airs. Now she truly had some time the way she wanted. All summer she’d been restricted to contact with her friends only through messaging. Now she was going to meet them face to face.

Both Applebloom and Sweetie had been taller than her at the beginning of summer; the latter being five foot ten and very curvy since last she’d seen them. They were going to be in for such a big surprise when she saw her. Scootaloo checked her phone. 9:45. Still had plenty of time to go before they met up. First things first, she needed some new digs.

Custom Cuts was a clothes store that offered a huge variety of outfits for both sexes. They didn’t compete directly with the Carousel Boutique. Most of their offerings were tailored for casual wear for all possible proportions. Their store motto even reflected it: It’s in your size! Said a cartoon kangaroo painted on the window. Scootaloo briskly walked through the front door. A bell rang in her ear close above.

“One moment!” said a clerk to her left. She was busy stocking gift cards on the wall behind the register, back turned away from the counter. “Allllmost done.”

“Take your time,” Scootaloo said, leaning up against the counter and folding her arms underneath her heavy breasts.

The clerk slid the last of her gift cards in place. “Ah, there we are. Now, how can I help-“

She paused, taking in the physique of the amazon standing before her.

“-you out today?” finished the clerk, finding her tongue again.

Scootaloo smirked, counting on her fingers. “I need some new outfits: sweatpants, shorts, tank tops, T-shirts. Stuff like that. You got that in my size, right?”

“Sure,” the clerk bit her lip, looking somewhere past Scootaloo. “We have that. Somewhere. In your size.”

“OH!” Scootaloo snapped her fingers. “Sneakers! Definitely need sneakers!”

The clerk was already moving around the counter to the back where the larger sized clothes were kept. “Downstairs is the shoe section. Somebody down there will assist you. What’s your size you’re uh, looking for?”

Scootaloo shrugged her shoulders, her bulging traps popping some stitches out of the shirt she was wearing. It felt even tighter on her than earlier.

“Big,” she suggested.

“I’ll be, back with uh, clothing options in a bit,” said the clerk, giving Scootaloo a final once-over before heading to the back.

Before disappearing out of sight Scoot saw her look over her shoulder again.

Scootaloo winked at the clerk and marched downstairs. That felt awesome. Scoot knew Dash was giving away hints of her mounting desire daily but to see others having a similar response really stoked the fire inside of her. Already she had flashes of herself and the clerk doing incredibly lewd things together in the back room. Scootaloo paused at the last step downstairs to give a few quick strokes to her privates. Now she was starting to get horny. Scootaloo pinched one of her nipples and couldn’t restrain a moan.

“Be right with you!” called out an accented voice somewhere behind a shoe shelf to her right. Scootaloo halted her self play. This person sounded familiar…

“Hello?” Scootaloo called, walking over briskly, flip-flops slapping loudly against the tiled floor. The lower section of the store was wall to wall shoeboxes of all brands and colors. In each corner hung a punching bag surrounded by varying amounts of sparring equiptment for sale. A couple of cheaply constructed changing rooms stood off to the side by the stairs coupled with a display of sports jerseys. The ceiling down here was much much lower than upstairs. Headroom wasn't much of a priority for this part of the establishment.

“Hold on a tic!” There was a heavy slam around the corner of a door with the words STOCK painted on in bold white. “Just moving some of these around for re-shelving.”

It was Pip from school! Scootaloo could recognize that airy soft voice anywhere. Last time she had seen Pip he had been a couple of inches taller than she had. Perhaps five foot two. Maybe over the past two months he’d grown taller than that.

Just then Pip rounded the corner, looked up at Scootaloo, and gasped. The four shoeboxes he was holding thundered to the floor.

Maybe not.

“S-Scootaloo!” he stammered, looking up and down at the chiseled figure of femininity and power before him. “Is that you?”

“Sure is, mate,” said Scootaloo cheekily. She bent down and grabbed the fallen shoeboxes (giving Pip a fantastic view of her cleavage) with two hands and placed them in a stack on the bench next to them.

“How did this happen? How are you so tall? When did this happen? How did you get so buff? Where did this happen? Where have you been all summer?!” Pipsqueak was absolutely failing to contain his thoughts in a professional manner.

Scootaloo laughed, raised her arms up in the air and stretched, the tips of her fingers brushing against the low ceiling. Then, she brought them both down and flexed her powerful arms in a crab pose. Just for Pip. He was speechless, but Scootaloo knew he was enjoying what he saw.

“Heavy summer workout with Rainbow Dash. I really bulked up thanks to her. Then I had a growth spurt kicked in,” Scootaloo answered, rolling her shoulders. A few more stitches popped and ripped, exposing her light brown skin.

Pip remained speechless, a hot blush running across his face. Scootaloo stifled a laughed when she noticed his jaw had dropped.

Scootaloo leaned forward with her hands on her thighs to speak to Pip face to face. “You already noticed, but I’ve kinda outgrown alllll my clothes Pip.”

“Y-Yeah… you have,” he said, trying to keep his focus on her vibrant purple eyes

“None of my bras come close to fitting on me,” she purred, her voice taking on a sultry vibe.

“R-Roight?”

“The clerk upstairs is looking for clothes in my size. I need your help finding sneakers.”

“I can help you find sneakers,” he shuffled his legs back and forth. It was really hard to not stare at the foot of cleavage in front of him.

“Also, noticed you have sports bras down here too,” Scootaloo straightened herself up and cupped her hefty tits, squeezing them lightly. “So I need these to be measured and fitted for them. This sports bra is just too small for me.”

Pips backed into the edge of a shelf and hissed through clenched teeth. “SurethingIsuppose! Just uh, take a seat right here!”

He gestured to the wiry mesh bench facing a rack of womens sneakers.

“Lemmegogetsome, uh, measuringequiptment!”

“Take your time, Pip. I’ll be right here waiting for you” Scootaloo said, sitting down and crossing one of her legs with a sultry smile. The denim tore a bit more halfway into that pose. Any more of that and her bulging quadriceps were going to break her shorts.

The bench was actually bending under her weight. Pip practically sprinted to the back room. The sound of cardboard boxes thumping to the floor soon followed.

There was no doubt in Scootaloo’s mind that Pip wasn’t completely engrossed by her powerful new figure. Scootaloo licked her lips at the thought of indulging herself with the now much smaller guy. Of course, she didn’t have to just be a tease. Teasing was boring. Doing something was much more fun. While Dash was her ultimate goal, she had wanted to get some experience with others before going ahead. What kind of a night would that be if she had no practice with others and get a feel for what she should be doing? She did have the whole day ahead of her to try things out perhaps.

Scootaloo shifted on the small wire frame bench. It creaked dangerously with every small movement. Her big, shapely ass took up almost all the space for it and her long legs stuck out nearly to the shoe rack on the wall in front of her. The bra she was wearing felt even tighter than earlier. All the small tears in her shirt had progressed to larger ones; her tanned skin was visible everywhere. Was she growing faster? That’d be so perfect. At the end of the summer she could be taller than the Princesses.

Scootaloo moaned softly, heat flooding her body. What a delicious thought –to be bigger than the rulers of her country. Everything about being bigger was such a turn on for her now. Something shiny caught her eye from under the bench. It was a metal foot measurer thing. To her delight, when Scootaloo tried to fit her foot inside she found it to be too small… it was too narrow in certain parts too. In fact, when placing her foot on top of it the tool practically disappeared under her sole.

“I’m back! I grabbed the absolute biggest boxes we had!” Pip said, returning with suitcase sized shoeboxes in his hands. All four of them stacked were taller than his head.

“Got the tape measure too?”

“Oh, of course,” he replied, digging it out of his back pocket.

“Great. Measure my chest first so I can get a new bra. This thing is just about to snap off me,” teased Scootaloo, thrusting her chest out slightly and making the sheer fabric strain even harder.

Sure thing, just uh, hold a tic,” Pip placed the shoeboxes on the floor. “Okay, hold still so I can measure… what are you doing?”

Scootaloo had already unhooked her bra from the back with one hand, her huge breasts wobbling freely and hanging off her chest. “Can’t measure these puppies with that little thing on, can I?” She dangled the bra in front of her and noted that 3 of the 4 hooks holding it had been pulled straight.

“I suppose not…” Pip gulped, shakily pulling out the tape measure.

It took almost a minute for him to fully measure the expansive size of Scootaloo’s chest. Every time he was about to finish Scootaloo would yawn or twist or inhale deeply. Even standing directly behind he could see the slope of her big, light brown breasts jiggling on her sides. Finally, he had her measurements.

“Bloody hell… you’re like, 132cm. I don’t know if we have a bra that would fit you Scootaloo, your uh, bosom is just so… wow, 132…” Pip trailed off. Scootaloo was bending forwards to put on her socks, causing her pendulous breasts to sway and slap lightly together.

“So, I’ll go try these on while you fetch me a bra,” Scootaloo smirked, sitting up straight and twisting to look at Pip. The hem of her shirt rested an inch above her dark, stiff nipples.

“S-sure,” Pip stammered, shaking his head. “Back in a jiffy.”

Scootaloo snickered, idly fingering her nipple as he walked back to the far end of the store with an odd gait. The first sneakers she tried on were long, but too narrow. The next pair, a bright red pair of basketball shoes had a similar problem. It was now obvious that both of her feet were more or less the same proportions of a normal foot. For the sake of it, she tried on the next pair, which didn’t fit right either. Finally she got to the last box.

“Wow…” she picked up the shoes in awe. They were purple/black with white laces, and had the symbol of Princess Luna emblazoned on the sides. When she slipped them on it was a near perfect fit! It was a little loose at the front. Scootaloo was confident she’d grow into it.

Pip returned holding some packages under his arm. “Oh, didn’t realize that I had given you those!”

“I’ll buy ‘em. These fit,” Scootaloo admired the striking looks of them, then put them back in the box. “Where’d you get these anyway?”

“We keep ‘em in reserve in case the Princesses show up looking for uh, running shoes. It rarely happens.”

“Cool. Go get me the ones for Celestia too.”

“Those are a bigger size.”

“Exactly. I’ll need them once I outgrow these,” she replied, slipping her sandals back on and realizing even those felt a smaller than before. The tips of her toes were slightly longer than the sandal.

Pip wordlessly handed over the sports bras in his hands. Scootaloo ripped off her tattered T-shirt and tossed aside the shredded fabric to the floor, and opened the largest sized bra on the package. Pip blushed but didn’t look away as Scootaloo slipped her breasts inside the cups. A snug fit. Figuring this too would eventually be too small, Scootaloo asked Pip to run back and get any special Princess sized bras. When he returned, she took them into the small dressing stall to try them on

“Damn I'm hot,” Scootaloo admired her sexy body in the mirror against the wall of the dressing room. The regular sized Luna bra was also a snug fit. That she had assets comparable to the highest tier of royalty was fanning the fire of her arousal into an inferno. She wanted to do something. Something lewd.

“Pip, can you come in here and snap the back of this bra? I can’t really get my hands back here at this angle.”

There was a choking sound by the door.

“Pardon, but I uh, I’m not allowed to join custom-“

“Just get in here and hook this for me,” Scootaloo barked, shoving open the door with her ass.

No arguing with that. Pip squeezed inside the closet sized dressing room. Scootaloo was so tall he had to reach up at an odd angle to get the hooks in. He had to brush aside her longer hair to make sure no strands got caught. He was very much aware of her huge, jiggling ass pressing against his body as he got the last hook through its loop.

“Good job, Pip,” she swiveled on her feet to look down at him. The bra pushed her enormous tits up by an incredible amount and held them up firmly. “I think you deserve a reward. I know I deserve one!”

Scootaloo picked Pip up by the shoulders and placed him on the small bench, deftly pulling his pants down in one swift motion.

“Looks like somebody was getting as excited I was, huh Pip?”

There it was; truthfully, Scootaloo shouldn’t have expected his penis to be huge. After all, he was tiny himself, and she was much much larger. It looked to be about average size, bobbing softly up and down in front of her. Scootaloo wrapped her fingers around the warm flesh and sound that it almost entirely disappeared in her grip. Just for the sake of her curiosity, she held her fingers against his cock to see how big it was. Her middle finger was just shorter and skinnier than Pips dick. This brought a smile to Scootaloo's face.
She could fit her finger in her mouth just fine.

“Oh gods we're really doin’ this?” Pip leaned against the mirror, panting heavily as Scootaloo toyed with his prick. This had to be the best day in his life: called in to cover a morning shift call-out and along comes his first blowjob. Scootaloo kneeled on the floor, so she was eye level with his bouncing cock. She licked her lips, and without any further encouragement leaned forwards and slurped his entire length into her mouth.

“OH FUcgmmmmm,” Pip nearly shouted, biting into his shirt sleeve as she engulfed his dick.

It didn’t even touch the back of her throat. Scootaloo slurped and sucked gently, occasionally sucking harder and bobbing her head. Giving a good blowjob wasn’t that complicated according to her friends. Scootaloo flicked her tongue at the underside of his head, sucked all the way down and back up, and kissed the tip of his cock. With her free hand she fondled his nuts, and even sucked one of those in her mouth just to experiment. It didn’t provide much of a response from Pip –Scootaloo resumed blowing him. Something she remembered from a video she watched clicked and Scootaloo started to hum loudly. Pip was groaning into his shirt. How much longer could he last?

Scootaloo got her answer fifteen seconds later.

Warm, gooey cum splashed against the back of her throat. There wasn’t much of it. Scootaloo felt Pips cock spasm a few times between the roof of her mouth and tongue. Sensing there was no more cum coming, Scootaloo withdrew his cock from her mouth and swallowed his meager load in a small gulp.

There was no way she couldn’t hold back her laugh. Pip was a sweaty ruffled mess. His clothes were wrinkled and haphazard and he had the funniest face at the moment. It looked like he’d run five miles straight. On the other hand, she hadn’t even broken a sweat.

“My turn,” said Scootaloo, tapping his softening cock with her fingers. It was really small when not stiffened. To her amusement it was now smaller than even her pinky finger.

“Actually, we uh, shouldn’t have done this at all! I don’t want to get into trouble for this!” Pip fixed his shirt collar.

“Ugh,” Scootaloo rolled her eyes and stood up. “Of course you say that when it’s my turn. Didn’t hear you saying no while I was going down on you.”

Pipsqueak turned a hot red. “I uh… didn’t really have much of say there. Can’t really keep my head straight when that sort of thing happens.”

“COME ON PIP! Can you ple-“ Scootaloo cut herself off, blinking in realization. Why was she bargaining?

Scootaloo cleared her throat, placed her hands on her wide hips and leaned forwards.

“Are you telling ME no, Pip?”

“Uh…” Pip shrank against the mirror at Scootaloo looming over him. Gods, she was big. “Well, I uh, I was, uh, not exactly saying no but-“

Scootaloo bent down and placed her powerful arms stock straight against Pip’s head, and leaned one knee against the open space between his legs. The bench creaked audibly. Her thigh was wider than his torso, quads bulging and tearing apart the jean shorts she was wearing.

“So, what’cha exactly saying?” asked Scootaloo, level with Pip now.

“Uhm, y’know. I don’t want to get in t-trouble is all,” he stammered, eyeing her powerful muscles as she flexed them.

“You won’t get in trouble,” Scootaloo stated matter of factly. “So, I want you to eat me out. I know you want to. So, are you going to?”

The only answer she would accept was yes anyway. Scootaloo stood up straight, grabbed the back of Pips head and brought him forwards to her slick pussy lips as easily as maneuvering a doll.

“Oooh,” Scootaloo gasped once his tongue began going to work. “Knew you’d come around,”

“Jus’ keep your voice down will you?” Pip managed to spurt out before Scootaloo roughly pressed him against her pussy again.

This was heaven. Having a warm wet tongue down there was waay better than her fingers. Pips tongue was everywhere, licking outside, bottom to top, and all around. Scootaloo gasped and moaned the first time he stuck his tongue inside, biting her knuckles to keep quiet. She leaned against the dressing room door, the structure creaking loudly.

“Yeah that’s it, go deeper,” she moaned, her free hand massaging her fat tits. Pip was licking deeper now, hitting all of the good spots inside her. Every few seconds she was applying more force, pushing his face harder against her thumping pussy. It felt way too good. Her thoughts switched to fantasy, replacing Pip with RD going down on her.

“OH! THERE! Right there!” Scootaloo gasped, biting her lip where Pip had brushed against her clit. It was bigger than before, and likely even more sensitive. Pip gave it a few more tentative licks before his face was forcefully mashed right against it. Scootaloo started grinding his face up and down against it like a toy. She was getting close and wanted to get off so bad. Pip also shared similar sentiments. A guy needs to breathe after all.

The peak of her orgasm was approaching. Scootaloo could feel it, could feel the impending burst of pleasure slamming towards her like a runaway train. She let go of Pip’s head to squeeze and fondle both of her breasts. They just felt so good! So soft, sensitive, and every light squeeze and tug at her big nipples brought her closer and closer and closer. Finding he could move his head again, Pip braced himself against her, encircling his arms around her lower back to steady himself and latched on to her clit, sucking gently and flicking it with his tongue.

“AH! AHHH! OH FUCK!” Scootaloo came hard, trembling like an earthquake had hit her. She squeezed her thighs together, hard, trapping Pips head as a hot gush of her juices flooded his face. Her arms shot out on both sides of the room and broke the shuttered walls as she leaned back. The hinges and door squealed and broke violently, top half falling inward and resting against Scoot –they simply couldn’t support her weight. Scootaloo moaned throatily as she rode out her orgasm and ground her pussy against Pips' face.

Finally the sensations began to ebb away. Scootaloo’s eyes began to focus and she managed to stand up properly again. Pip crumpled to the floor when she unflexed her powerful thighs. He coughed and sputtered, removing his shirt and wiping off his face with the bottom dry half.

“Whew, thanks, Pip. I needed that,” she straightened herself and stretched, futilely attempting to set the destroyed dressing room back together. At least the mirror wasn’t cracked.

“Anytime,” he said in a daze as Scootaloo collected her things and marched upstairs.

The clerk was at the desk, a pile of clothes in Large and higher. Scootaloo took shorts and pants from the larger piles. All of the T-shirts were pulled from the large pile. They were just big enough to fit her snugly. Putting on a hot red V-neck shirt Scootaloo was pleased to find her arms filling the sleeves to capacity. The hem came down to just the top of her six pack abs.

“Is there anything else I can help you with,” said the clerk meekly.

Scootaloo thought for a moment, then leaned down close to the smaller woman.

“You have any bikinis?”