Wants and Needs

Twist hadn't been expecting any phone calls any time soon. People didn't really pay attention to her at the best of times, and today was quite clearly not the best of times given the whole Penis Exam debacle. She was, thankfully, not in the approximately sixty percent of the class who had to get their penises examined. But it had still been a bit of a downer for everyone involved, no matter how tangentially. She had never known how little she wanted to ever see Snips and Snails naked below the waist ever in her entire damn life, but now she had and she had to live with the knowledge that they were both incredibly well hung compared to the other stallions and it made her want to die. The instant that Cheerilee dismissed the class, everyone went straight home, making as little eye contact as possible.

Twist was no exception. She had made a beeline to her room, where she locked the door and got out her textbooks. Trying her best to drown out the image of Scootaloo's penis with math that she didn't actually have to do but fuck it, even doing math for fun was better than thinking about Scootaloo's penis. Or Apple Bloom's. Or Sweetie Belle's. Or Pipsqueak's, or Snips's, or Snails's, or any of them really. Instead, she focused on numbers.

She focused so much, in fact, that she quite literally jumped out of her seat when her phone rang. She had not, as stated, been expecting any phone calls any time soon. She couldn't think of anyone who might conceivably want to call her. She didn't really have any friends at school. She and Apple Bloom had been close when they were foals, bonding over their mutual status as late blank flanks. But the instant Twist got her cutie mark their friendship had rapidly deteriorated. They didn't exactly have much in common in the first place, so she didn’t really feel it worth her time to attempt to repair the relationship. And that was it, really. Beyond that, none of the other foals ever really liked her. Tolerated her, at the most. She couldn’t fathom who might be on the other end of the line, but god fucking dammit she wasn't going to let this prime opportunity at some actual goddamn not-forced-by-Cheerilee pony-to-pony interaction that wasn’t with her parents, teachers or Pinkie Pie slip through her fingers. Tentatively, she reached over and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello, can I athk whoth calling?” Twist had briefly attended a speech therapist to help deal with her lisp, many years ago. And had subsequently given up a few weeks later; there wasn’t much point, given that most ponies didn't bother talking with her anyway.

“Hi, Twist, it's Tiara.” That caught her off guard – on the list of exactly zero people she expected to ever call her, Tiara was the absolute last entry. She was the most popular girl in school, rich, the smartest pony in class, and incredibly pretty, with reasonably big tits and an absolutely perfect ass. In comparison, Twist had no friends, no disposable income, average grades, and was decidedly not pretty. She'd always been built like a twig, and when puberty hit she had sprouted like a weed, up and up and only up. She was built like a lamp post, six foot four with no tits, no ass, no hips, no nothing.

And she was only a little bit bitter about it. “Oh, uh, to what do I owe the p-”

Tiara didn't even bother to let her finish before interjecting. “Would you mind stopping by Silver's place asap? I've got something I wanna try out.”

“Um, okay. I don't really have anything better to do?”

“Thanks, babe. I promise you'll enjoy it~”

Once again, Twist found herself thoroughly caught off guard. She had never expected Tiara to ever call her at all. And yet not only was she calling her, but she was inviting her to hang out and, as far as Twist could tell with her limited social experience, flirting with her. “Um. I'll jutht be right over, then?”

“Yeah, uh, don't feel rushed but you should probably hurry. I've kinda got a couple of metaphorical ticking time bombs here and I don't know how long we've got until it blows but it's prolly not a very long time.”

Twist could just barely make out Silver in the background, interjecting with a “what the fuck is that supposed to mean,” followed by Tiara sharply hissing at her to be quiet.

“I'm on my way,” Twist said in an attempt to hopefully quell the bickering.

“Good, I'll see you then.” With no more ceremony, Tiara hung up, and Twist sighed. She didn't really want to go, but she didn't want to think of how Tiara would react if she didn't. Reluctantly, she slid her phone into her pocket and began the trek to Silver's house – it wasn't exactly far away, but it felt like a long and arduous journey considering what was waiting for her. A storm of conflicting emotions raged inside of her. A very naive part of her was really excited at the prospect. Diamond Tiara might not have the biggest breasts or ass or hips or anything in Ponyville High, but she was overall the hottest mare in school. Practically a supermodel already and only eighteen. And she had invited her over of her own free will and called her babe and ended her sentence with a tilde, which as far as Twist's limited experience told her meant flirting. She couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of maybe, just maybe, getting to see Diamond Tiara naked and possibly even having sex with her maybe? The more rational part of her pointed out that it was almost certainly some sort of prank and that getting her hopes up would only make it worse. A third, pragmatic part of her interjected that regardless of how things turned out, they were already at Silver Spoon's house so it was a moot point. Whatever happened, happened. Twist swallowed heavily and knocked at the door.

That no one answered was unsurprising, really. Twist wasn’t really sure what she’d been expecting, but she’d certainly been hoping for more than the complete wet fart of nobody even being at home. “Fucking typical,” she muttered to herself. At least this time her public embarrassment was only technically public. No firsthand witnesses at least. Ugh. She turned to leave, resolving to throw her phone into the nearest trash can (regardless of the fact that she might actually need it at some point, this was an impulsive decision that future Twist could deal with.)

So, of course, it was that moment that her phone went off again, buzzing sharply in her pocket exactly once before calming down. First a phone call, now a text message. Truly, Twist was the most popular pony in the world at this very moment. She honestly couldn’t remember ever getting a text message that wasn’t the phone company reminding her that her bills were due. “Ugh. Ugh,” she made her displeasure with the situation known to the no one who was listening in before pulling the thing out of her pocket and checking it.

“hi sorry cant go to the door for reasons, its complicated. its unlocked you can just come in. were in silver’s room. just fucking shout or something ill shout back and you can find it that way.”

Tiara’s grammar, Twist noted, was atrocious. That was the first thing to come to mind for some god forsaken reason. She didn’t really care all that much, it was just a text message, but still. She expected more from one of the smartest ponies in school.

Not that being one of the smartest ponies in school really meant much when it came to text message grammar. Cell phone keyboards weren’t exactly designed with anything other than quick and dirty messages in mind. Twist couldn’t really blame Tiara for having poor grammar when she was popular enough that she actually sent text messages on a regular basis.

Still, she made a point to take her time to reply with proper punctuation and capitalization. “Okay. I’m coming in.”

Got ‘em.

The door, as Tiara had stated, was unlocked. Hell, it was barely shut, taking almost no effort for Twist to just sort of push open. The house was unlit, though it was the middle of the day and thus didn’t need to be lit. Still, it stood out – likely, Tiara was in the house somewhere, and it logically followed that so was Silver. But other than that, the place was deserted. They were alone. No adult supervision of any kind. Twist was only freshly eighteen, and so that not really mattering much was a fairly new experience for her. Of course, not having adult supervision hadn’t really resulted in sexy times in the past and she didn’t really expect it to now. Tempering her expectations, Twist closed the door behind her and then called out. “Hello?”

“Hi! We’re upstairs, first door on the right!”

“Tiara this is unbelievably stupid.” Harsh whispering that Twist could only barely register and absolutely couldn’t make out at all followed. “Staggeringly stupid. The single dumbest thing you have ever done.”

“Oh, come on, I’ve absolutely done dumber things than invite Twist over to-”

“This whole collective situation is dumb! Like, do you want me to list the ways in which it’s dumber than anything you’ve done before? Because if so we’re gonna fucking be here for a while.”

Twist decided it prudent to interrupt the argument there by knocking on the door to Silver’s room. “Tiara just send her home for the love of Celestia.”

“Nope, too late, we’re doing this. We’re making this happen, Silver. It’ll be an adventure.” Silver let out a loud groan as Tiara flung the door open and Twist once again found her expectations violently defied.

Everyone was naked but her, that was the first thing she noticed. No, that was a lie, the first thing that she noticed was that Silver was gigantic. Okay, that was also a lie. The truth is she noticed several things at once, in relatively quick succession – attractive naked mares with big dicks, one of whom seemed to be at least twelve feet tall. All of which served to render her completely speechless. She had always assumed that the whole jaw hanging slack upon seeing something unbelievable or impressive thing was just a trope, something that only existed in fiction. But here she was, mouth open like a drowning fish, as she struggled to find some way to react.

“Hi! Congrats, you get to be a guinea pig.”

“Tiara for fuck’s sake at least don’t describe it like that.”

“Hey, hey, lemme finish first,” Tiara said, raising her hands defensively. Silver grunted in response, clearly unimpressed. “So basically, things happened that I’m not gonna bother to give you context on, you’re smart you’ll figure it out, and I wanted someone to test the things that happened out on in, uh. More reasonable degrees?”

“Basically, Tiara’s discovered that she can apparently make ponies change just by sort of willing it to happen and immediately decided to go mad with power. And if it turns out she can’t undo it then she’s kind of fucked and I’m even more fucked. So of course the smart thing to do would be to fucking bring a third person into this debacle.”

“Your face is a debacle.”

Silver rolled her eyes in an exaggerated motion, made all the moreso by the fact that she was currently a giantess. “Yeah so basically the smart thing to do would be to leave while you still can.”

Twist had to take a moment to consider this. She found herself being dragged in several different directions at once. The rational part of her pointed out that Silver was right. Whatever the fuck was going on here went way over her head, and without a guarantee that whatever might happen to her was reversible then the smart thing to do would be to go home.

Of course, Twist had already not been paying much attention to that rational part of her today, and now was hardly the time she was gonna start. There was, after all, a much louder voice that wanted to interject its own opinion on the situation. It was a new contributor to the conversation, not the naive part of her that had gotten her here in the first place, nor the pragmatic part of her that had prevented her from turning back and heading home. No, this was a much more primal part of her.

“Can you big my boobs.”

“Oh my god,” Silver said, burying her face in her hands.

“Uh, I mean, can you make my boobs bigger.”

Twist had always been somewhat insecure. When she’d been younger, it was her glasses and overbite and thick lisp. Now that she was an adult, if only technically, it was also her glasses and thick lisp – she had at least fixed her overbite with some orthodontia during her teenage years – but primarily it washer height and her figure. Or, more pointedly, her lack thereof. It was understandable, and perfectly normal, or so she’d been told. Nopony is really happy with their body, was the narrative. Personally, she found that to be a bit dubious, but she supposed she could understand people who were attractive from her perspective only being able to see their own flaws. But, frankly, she felt that her flaws outweighed some supermodel with very imperceptibly uneven tits. At least this hypothetical supermodel had tits.

So, now that she found herself with the opportunity to rectify that insecurity, she wasn’t just going to let it fucking pass her by.

“Yeah probably. I figure if I can big my dick and big Silver’s everything, bigging your boobs would be pretty fucking easy.”

“Oh my god could you please at least not use big as a fucking verb?”

“Okay,” Twist replied, trying her hardest not to sound too eager about the whole affair by remaining terse. She wasn’t entirely sure it was working, given her body language. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t help but eagerly fidget as she awaited the promised reward.

“Well, first thing’s first. Clothes off, now,” Tiara ordered.

“Okay?”

“Tiara can we maybe fucking not sexually assault someone we barely know.”

“Hey, look, this isn’t a sex thing, this is an ‘I don’t want her to destroy her clothing’ thing.”

Silver rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever, just... can we try to keep this non-sexual?”

“Nope, sexual’s more fun.”

“Ugh.” Silver petulantly crossed her arms and sulked as best as she was capable of given she barely fit in the room.

“Anyway. Clothes. Off. Now.”

“Yes’m.”

“Good girl.”

Twist had, unsurprisingly, literally never taken her clothing off in front of somepony else before, or at least not outside of a medical context.She attempted to make it sexy, but she wasn’t a particularly sexy pony in the first place, and wasn’t nearly experienced enough at strip-teases for that to work anyway. So instead she just sort of awkwardly removed her top slower than she needed to, and then her pants and socks, then her bra, then her panties. It was supposed to be hot. It wasn’t.

In the end, she found herself standing naked in the middle of Silver Spoon’s bedroom, shuffling awkwardly and trying not to think about the fact that she was standing naked in the middle of Silver Spoon’s bedroom in front of two of the most attractive ponies in her age group. Even disregarding the fact that both had enormous penises and one was twelve fucking feet tall, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about how badly she lived up to their default. She was, as established, a beanpole. Tall and lanky. She made a halfhearted attempt at covering her tits and pussy, but quickly decided it wasn’t worth bothering.

“Hmmmm,” Tiara said, eyes practically devouring Twist’s body as she thoughtfully rubbed her chin. “Not a lot to work with, but that’s okay because the whole point is to make there be a lot to work with.”

“Tiara...”

“Okay! So, first thing’s first, before anything else, we’ve gotta do some non-sexy stress testing to see whether I can undo things.”

“Wait hold on-”

Tiara quickly raised her hands, cutting Twist’s protests off. “Hey, don’t worry, it’s not that I’m gonna make you ugly. My theory is just that the reason my orders to shrink things weren’t working because I was too turned on and my heart wasn’t in it. So I’m gonna start with something simple, obvious, not gross enough that I would subconsciously not want it to happen in the first place but also not something I would subconsciously object to undoing. Like, uhhhh...” She once again rubbed her chin in enraptured thought. “Man this is actually kinda hard? Anyway, once we’ve done the work then the tits are the reward. Deal?”

“Deal.” There was no hesitation – they were way past the point of hesitation. As far as Twist was concerned, she was fucking committed to this. Anything was worth it so long as she got to experience not being ugly, if only for a little while. “How about you shrink me by a few inches?”

“Hm. Yeah, yeah that’d probably work. Ahem.” Tiara did something that Twist could only think to describe as preparing herself. Steeling her will. Any more detail about the actual actions taken eluded her, though she did notice Tiara’s cutie mark concurrently beginning to glow. “I come up to your chest. You’re, what, six and a half?”

“Six four.”

“Ech. Uneven numbers are the worst. Let’s fix that and drop those extra four inches, shall we?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Twist replied, unthinkingly. She stared, enraptured, at Tiara’s cutie mark as its glow intensified. So enraptured that she found herself once again jumping when Tiara snapped her out of her reverie. “Okay! Back to the wall, babe, time to measure you.”

“Oi, don’t fucking draw on my wall. I don’t wanna hafta get my room repainted again.”

“I’m using pencil it’ll be fine stop worrying.”

“Ugh.”

“Anyway, Twist! Back to the wall! Stand straight! And be quick about it!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Twist replied, obeying Tiara’s orders unthinkingly. Which, she supposed, was quite possibly also a result of whatever cutie mark-based magic was going on in addition to the size changes. She wasn’t particularly surprised when Tiara made a mark on the wall and then measured the distance from floor to mark and found that Twist was exactly six feet tall, even.

“Okay so we’ve learned I can make ponies smaller as well as bigger. Of course, now for the real test. Even numbers are nice and all, but getting smaller is practically sacrilege so let’s just undo all of that like I never gave the order in the first place.”

“Yes, ma’am.” This time, Twist absolutely noticed the subtle change in her line of sight as it slowly rose. She didn’t need to be measured to know that it had worked – though she followed Tiara’s orders anyway because... well, she wasn’t entirely sure why she followed Tiara’s orders. Because they had been given, she supposed. And being obedient meant they could get to the good bit sooner

“Six foot four, exactly! Nice.”

“Oh thank god,” Silver said, the words falling out breathily like she’d been holding them back in apprehension. “Fix me.”

“In a minute, jeeze. Patience is a virtue, babe.”

“Fix me god dammit,” Silver insisted.

“Fuckin- fine! Go back to the way you were, whatever! I’ve got other priorities! But you’d better still be significantly bigger than me when all’s said and done or I’m gonna be very pissed off.” Silver didn’t respond, merely letting out a relieved sigh as she slowly began to shrink back down to (relatively) normal. “And stay proportional! I did a lot of work to get those proportions right, you’d better not fuck ‘em up because you’re too cowardly to be big. Now, I believe I owe someone some bigged boobs.”

“Oh god yes.”

“Okay,” Tiara said, cracking her neck slightly. “As has been established, small is a sacrilege. Luckily, you’re mostly not small. But, ah, you’re lacking in one specific area that’s already been stated.” Twist felt her breathing coming faster and shallower, just from the sheer anticipation of what was coming next. She’d been waiting for this moment her whole life, even though she didn’t know it at the time. “Why don’t we fix that. Grow for me.”

Tiara gave the order, and Twist’s body obeyed. Her chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her shaky, shallow breathing. Rose and fell and rose and fell and rose and rose. Shakily, almost reverentially, she rose her hands up to her chest and gently squeezed her breasts. God, she had enough breast to squeeze, if only barely. A cups, by the looks of things, though obviously Twist didn’t exactly have much experience with judging cup sizes. Not exactly massive, but fuck it, A cups were bigger than no cups at all. And they were definitely not even close to being done growing, not by a long shot. She could feel them pressing against her hands, gently but insistently, as they slowly swelled. Celestia, even this minuscule amount of growth felt so fucking good. There was a tightness in her chest – beyond the sensation of growth. Her body got hot. Her breathing came quicker, and her loins moistened.

And this was just the start.

“Tiara,” Silver interjected. “Please set a maximum limit on how much she grows because if her breasts destroy my house I will be very angry at you.”

“Yeah, as hot as the idea of your boobs growing forever is, it’s probably not the most practical idea,” Tiara said, getting briefly interrupted by an exasperated groan from Silver. “That said, now that we know we can un-grow things so long as my heart’s in it, we can feel free to go a little overboard.”

“Tiara for fuck’s sake-”

“So!” Tiara said, completely ignoring Silver’s entirely reasonable objections. She turned and walked over to Silver’s bed, sitting down on the edge and spreading her legs wide to show off her massive fucking cock. Twist had almost forgotten about that part. “Let’s kill two birds with one stone and have some fun while we’re at it. I’m horny as hell and haven’t gotten to actually properly have sex yet, so you’re gonna gimme a titfuck while you grow.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Twist replied eagerly. That particular ma’am was almost certainly not the result of Tiara’s weird powers – technically no orders had actually been given yet. Twist was just falling naturally into a submissive role. She walked up to Tiara and knelt on the ground in front of her.

“Ah, no, not just yet,” Tiara said, raising a hand. “Gotta do some finagling first.”

“Finagling?” Twist said, a bit disappointed. She was really looking forward to titfucking Tiara, and wasn’t sure how she felt about the interruption.

“Well the thing is that when I figured this whole thing out I, uh, kinda went a bit overboard. In case you didn’t notice these,” she clarified, gesturing at her giant fucking nuts. “I don’t wanna cum too much and hurt you, so. While it’d be fun to order your body to get super stretchy and turn you into a cum orb, I think I’ve got a better idea in mind.” Once again, Tiara’s cutie mark began to glow. “Whenever Twist fucks, doesn’t matter what hole, her metabolism will go into overdrive and she will be able to digest it exactly as fast as it comes. All resources gained from digesting cum and precum will be immediately be put towards building her muscle density, especially her upper body and back strength, along with thickening her bones and such so she can support giant fuckin’ tits. It won’t impact her figure, but we’re gonna need to build that infrastructure now considering that her breasts are gonna grow to, oh, let’s say five times the size of her head? And they’d better lactate copiously, too, because what’s the point of huge tits if they’re not milky too? I’m no coward.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Twist replied immediately. She didn’t really feel any different, at least not at first. Which made sense because this was mostly a behind-the-scenes order. Except for the milk, which shortly made itself known. Her nipples briefly felt sore, and then moist, and then wet as a slow but steady flow of cream ran down her increasingly full breasts and onto her body and the floor of Silver’s bedroom.

“More,” Tiara ordered, and Twist’s body obeyed, the flow of milk doubling and redoubling accompanied by a sharp gasp.

“Hey!” Silver interjected. “I’ve gotta clean this shit up later, can you try not to make the biggest mess possible?”

“That ship’s sailed, babe,” Tiara replied.

“Fuck you.”

Tiara elected to ignore the expletive, instead turning her attentions back to Twist. “Anyway,” she said, smirking confidently. “That’s enough dicking around. Get to titfucking me, and pick up the pace.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Twist responded, doing just that. Tiara’s cock was big, of course, and her breasts weren’t nearly enough to properly titfuck a full foot of cock just yet. But that was very rapidly changing – Tiara had, after all, ordered her to pick up the pace. Initially Twist had assumed she meant the pace of the sex. But the way Tiara’s cutie mark glowed as she spoke made it clear that it was an order, and the way Twist’s growth picked up its pace made it clear exactly what the order was. “Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned as the once agonizingly slow growth became anything but. C cups quickly became D cups became E then F then G and beyond, big and heavy and full. “G-gonna get big. Gonna get huge. Gonna get fuckin’ massive! Fuck you, Sweetie Belle, who’s a flatty now you bitch, yours are fucking fake anyway.”

“Suck my cock,” Tiara ordered.

“Yes, mistress,” Twist replied. She completely failed to notice the slight change in terminology but frankly even if she did, she’d probably have welcomed it. She was, it turned out, really into being the sub. She opened her mouth wide, and took Tiara’s cock inside of her.

Or at least tried to. She wasn’t exactly experienced with sucking cock, and Tiara was big. Luckily, her mistress was more than capable of rectifying that. “Twist will be capable of taking any cock, no matter how big, into any of her holes, and she’ll fucking love it.” Abruptly, there was a wet pop as Tiara’s flare entered Twist’s mouth. It was big and thick and hot and drooling copious amounts of pre that slid directly down Twist’s throat and she came almost immediately just from that sensation. Her body quivered with the force of her climax, and her breasts surged several more cup sizes larger at once – though at this point cup sizes were no longer adequate descriptors for how big she was.

“Mnnn, and she’ll be fuckin’ good at it, too,” Tiara said, her mind slipping back into that fog of lust that had resulted in a twelve foot Silver and her own bottomless testicles. “Not just good. The best in Ponyville. Fuck it, the best in the world. She can keep you on the edge of orgasm forever or milk climax after climax after climax from you just by movin’ her inner muscles in a certain way. And she doesn’t need to worry ‘bout breathin’, she can keep going for hours and hours and hours and come back for more because she’s an insatiable cumslut and- and- oh fuuuuck~”

Tiara’s train of thought was interrupted as Twist slid down all the way to the hilt. Her tits were free to grow – it didn’t really matter that she wasn’t properly titfucking anymore considering that her tits were inevitably going to get too big for that anyway. Besides, her throat was much better suited for getting Mistress Tiara off. She knew that for a fact because Mistress Tiara had ordered it. Instincts that Twist didn’t know she had took over – her tongue pressed in just the right places and her throat undulated in just the right way and she massaged Tiara’s balls just gently enough to turn her into putty in her hands. “Oh shiiiiit y-you really are fuckin’ gooooooood at this~” the smaller pony moaned, grabbing Twist’s ears to steady herself as she began to thrust.

“Hey,” Silver said, her tone of voice just slightly different. “It, uh, it sounds like you’re having fun there.”

“Mnffff, wanna join in?”

“Kinda,” Silver said, blushing furiously. As much as she was still against this whole endeavour, the idea of getting to fuck the most skilled cumslut in the world was awfully tempting. Especially considering Tiara’s reaction.

“Twist,” Tiara said, her words coming out sharp and rhythmic. “Ass. Big. Fat. Soft an’ squishy. Squishy enough your whole fuckin’ hand could sink in. Now.”

There was an audible fwumph as Twist’s ass erupted into existence. No slow buildup like her tits – which were still growing – but an abrupt transition. Once moment there was nothing, the next her cheeks were the size of her god damn head each. Her hips widened a bit, too, but it was clear that the star of the show was her butt. Fucking enormous. She could feel it jiggling like god damn jello with even the slightest motion of her torso. “There, some paddin’, now pick a hole and fuuuuuuck.”

Tiara’s speech devolved into wordless groaning. Not because she’d climaxed, but because she’d rather specifically not climaxed. Tiara had, after all, ordered Twist to be able to keep ponies on the edge forever, and to be able to keep sex up for hours and hours and hours. She might as well get some mileage out of that. Mistress Tiara definitely seemed to be enjoying herself, considering the way she moaned and writhed, hips bucking of their own volition in a futile attempt to force more cock down Twist’s throat in spite of already being in to the hilt.

God, Tiara was so fucking big. More than a fucking foot of meat, all shoved down her tight throat. It felt surprisingly good, all things considered. She wasn’t exactly an expert on the- well okay actually no she was an expert on the subject of sex, wasn’t she? Mistress Tiara had specified as such. But in spite of the natural talent she’d been magically granted, she didn’t actually have any real firsthand experience with sex prior to this moment. But as far as she was aware, sucking cock was typically mostly pleasurable for the one getting their cock sucked and not the one doing the sucking. Of course, whatever magic Tiara was using probably had something to do with why this felt so good. Like... Like it was meant to be there. Like there was a hole in the very core of her being that only her mistress’s cock could fill.

That was probably going to be in a problem in the long run. At the moment she couldn’t quite bring herself to care, but intellectually she knew that it would probably be problematic once she wasn’t actually having sex. She’d probably have to... convince Mistress Tiara to tone things down a bit after they finished having fun.

But, well, for now they were having fun so fuck it she was gonna enjoy herself.

Especially once Silver Spoon took up her spot at the rear. Twist couldn’t see her – she wasn’t exactly in a position where she could turn her head. But she could still feel Silver placing her hands on the vast expanses of assflesh she found herself suddenly gifted with. Honestly she probably looked a little bit silly from an outside perspective. The same scrawny build she’d always had but with gigantic tits and ass slapped on haphazardly. But fuck it, it felt good and Tiara could even things up and make them a bit less over the top in time. Right now she was content to just quietly revel in being a living cartoon character.

Silver slooooowly spread Twist’s asscheeks apart. Twist honestly wasn’t sure whether that was teasing or just the inevitable result of having such a ridiculous ass. “Okay I think I see a minor issue.”

“Mnf.”

“I’m not making it smaller,” Tiara just barely managed to coherently say.

“I’m not saying you should, it’s just... okay hold on I think I’ve found a hole. Hopefully it’s the right hole.”

It was not the right hole. Though, really, Twist didn’t mind anal. Fucking was fucking, as far as her newly minted god-tier slut abilities and mindset were concerned. She was just as good a buttslut as she was a cocksucker and a traditional penis-in-vagina fucker. But, given the context, she was pretty sure Silver hadn’t been intending to stick it in her proverbial pooper. Not that Silver seemed to mind, or even really notice. “Oh fuck she’s tight.”

“I did order her to be the best fuck in the world, babe.”

“Yeah but she’s really fucking tiiiiiiight.”

“Try not to blow your load right away.” That, at least, wasn’t a real danger. Twist was, as had been thoroughly stated, extremely good at this. If she didn’t want Silver and Tiara to cum, they fucking wouldn’t. And right now she wanted to be spitroast for at least a few more minutes. Probably more than a few more minutes. She wasn’t quite okay with making this last forever – she still needed to eat something other than cum at some point probably (Tiara could hypothetically remedy that but eventually something would come up that Tiara couldn’t remedy, so going forever still wasn’t an option.) But at least half an hour or so. Maybe an hour. Whatever.

Eventually Twist decided she’d had enough being spitroasted. Reluctantly, she allowed her partners to climax. And climax they did. Silver was no slouch, but the real star of the show was Tiara. Gallons of spunk were pumped down Twist’s eager throat, and she effortlessly swallowed every god damn drop. And, as Mistress Tiara had ordered, every drop made her stronger. She could feel it. Her muscles swelled – not a lot, but enough that she was visibly buff underneath all the feminine curves. Chiselled, like a fucking bodybuilder but with giant fucking pornstar tits and a big fat breedable ass. Exactly enough to even out her figure a bit. Which was a nice fringe benefit.

Twist barely noticed Tiara sloooowly sliding her cock out of her mouth until it was actually gone. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.”

“Try standing.”

“Okay.” Twist did so, first gently... removing herself from Silver’s member and then slowly standing upright. Her stance was shaky, but that was less because she couldn’t handle her assets and more because she’d not quite recovered from the fucking she’d just gotten.

“Nice,” Tiara said, slowly devouring Twist with her eyes. “Prrrrrrobably gonna hafta make your proportions a bit more reasonable once we’re done here, though. Unfortunately.”

“Yeah, uh, I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. But I don’t exactly have clothing that fits right now.”

“Yeah fair.” Still, though Tiara had been the one to bring it up, she seemed somewhat reluctant to de-big Twist anytime soon.

“At least my room’s mostly clean,” Silver interjected. And she was right, it was a lot cleaner than Twist had expected considering the sheer amount of fluids. Still, there was a lot of leakage from her tits soaking into the carpeting. That was mildly unfortunate.

“I can probably handle, like, head-sized tits? However big they can be and my clothes still fit on them.”

“Is mobility gonna be an issue?”

“If I can move around with them this big, I can move around with them at head size,” Twist replied with a shrug.

“Okay cool. We can figure out more detail later, though.” An eager grin spread across Tiara’s face. “In the meantime, we’ve got the rest of the day to have as much fun with this as we fucking want.”

“Can we maybe have fun in your bedroom?”

“No.”

“God dammit.”

“Anyway,” Tiara said, pointedly ignoring Silver’s objections. “You girls up for round two?”

“Fuck yes.”