Author's Note

Contain: Less sex and fetish, more funnies and set-ups for future events. I've had some some suggestions of what to include in the story, and inflation is one of them, which this chapter touches on.

The CMC are as old as they need to be according to the site rules.

As always, thanks to The Great Derpsby. This is starting to sound routine, but no really, big thanks to Derpsby. Really, really appreciate the help

Anthology 2: A Day In The Life Of

The greatest magician in Equestria woke up to the sound of singing birds. She threw the cover from herself, stood up, had breakfast, and got dressed.

Not being able to stand upright in the tight confines of her home, she nonetheless admired herself and how she filled out her clothes in a full body mirror.

She was dressed in tight, see-through leggings, with fishnet stockings underneath that. On her hands she wore silken gloves with large cuffs over her wrists. A leotard bustier hugged her form tightly, and pressed her ample breasts upward, making them so very appealing, and jiggling with every small move. To finish the ensemble was of course her cloak, and her hat. The ponies of Ponyville might not have been the most impressed with her appearance when she first set hoof in the town, but after her return, they would not be able to take their eyes off her. She took one of her breasts in her hand, and jiggled it in satisfaction.

Trixie rose up and threw her head back to laugh dramatically, but ended up bumping her head into the ceiling.

“Hmph! Well, no matter,” Trixie said, as she straightened out her hat. “Enough of sneaking around in the privacy of one’s home. Let the world see Trixie, and admire her!”

With that, Trixie exited her carriage parked in the outskirts of Ponyville, and walked into town.

It was a beautiful day, and she sun shone gloriously down on her form. The lotions she had purchased in Canterlot had truly helped, and the luster of her coat made her bosom reflect the light wonderfully.

Trixie walked through the town with the confidence of somepony who owned it, swaying her hip with every step.

It’s true that most ponies, stallions and mares, looked at her appreciatively, but not as much as Trixie had anticipated. Still, they were looking, no doubt about that.

However, when she reached the establishment known as Sugarcube Corner, before she entered, she noticed a lavender mane among the ponies standing in line.

Trixie narrowed her eyes. “Sparkle!” she hissed to herself.

Then she noticed something else. Twilight Sparkle was dressed in a plain skirt and cardigan, very casual, barely fitting, but everypony’s eyes were still drawn to her for some reason.

Trixie considered this for a moment, and then started rounding the establishment, keeping some distance from the building and looking through the windows.

When she had a good look at the purple princess, she silently stared at her.

There was something there, but she couldn’t quite place it. She strained her eyes, and put one hand in front of one eye, and concentrated with the remaining once

After a while, Trixie’s mouth fell open from what she saw.

Twilight Sparkle’s bosom was enormous, the cardigan being unable to be closed over them, and their shape poking through the shirt underneath.

Twilight reached the desk, and talked to the plump mare behind the counter. They exchanged pleasantries by the looks of things, and laughed at something.

The plump mare, the married mare, occasionally looked down appreciatively, almost unconsciously, at Twilight’s form. Nopony reacted, the married mare didn’t blush, Twilight wasn’t bothered, and the whole thing seemed routine.

Then the plump mare called out behind her, and from the kitchen bounced another pony that Trixie recognised, if not because of her form.

The earth pony known as Pinkie Pie bounced out with a box of presumably pastries, and greeted Twilight as she handed the box over. With every movement, the pink mare’s bosom bounced as much as she herself did underneath her apron.

Again, the ponies in the establishment looked on with content smiles, but there was no embarrassment, no indication that anything was out of the usual.

They thanked each other, and Twilight turned around to walk out.

As she did, Trixie lit up her horn. Country bumpkins might not be able to detect anything out of the ordinary, but Trixie was a student of illusions, and she knew one when she saw it.

She cast the spell on herself, and her eyes glowed slightly as she looked at the princess again.

Then Trixie’s mouth fell open yet again. Her bosom, her waist, her hips, her luster, none of it was the effect of an illusion. On the contrary, there was illusion-magic there, that hid Twilight Sparkle’s impossibly voluptuous shape, or at least others’ ability to register it as anything out of the ordinary.

Trixie backed into an alley to observe the princess, and when she was certain that Twilight hadn’t spotted her, she followed.

She didn’t really have the clothes for sneaking, which was too bad, as Trixie had the most wonderful form-hugging black suit in her wagon, perfect for a sunny day like this one.

Starlight Glimmer couldn’t breathe out a sigh of contentment, which made her want to sigh one out even more.

The stocking clung wonderfully to her rubber legs, and the maid’s outfit squeezed her rubber form tightly.

Strapped around her muzzle was a mask that went into her mouth, and kept it open. The part inside her mouth had an arrangement to hold different tools in place, in this case a feather duster.

She stood nervously but happy up on her ladder, unable to catch herself if she should fall with her empty shoulder, and a feather duster in her mouth, and cleaned the books on the shelves.

She brought the duster gently back and forth across books, drawing away the dust from them, as she ran her tongue across the arrangement inside her mouth, dreaming that it was her owner’s stallionhood.

When she was almost finished, she stretched herself out to reach just one last book, and lost her balance.

Her eyes widened as she instinctively waved her empty shoulders for something to grab onto, then fell silently to the floor.

She landed on the feather duster, which shot deeper into her mouth, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through her.

Starlight shook her head, and saw the splatter of dust that had formed, and dutifully started cleaning it up.

When she was finished, she heard the front door open, and she let out a silent cry of joy in her head, and rose up to her hooves to greet her owner.

Sunburst came into the room, and walked up to Starlight and hugged her.

“Hi, Starlight,” he said, then immediately broke away from the hug. “Listen, there are some ponies from the palace coming over and I don’t know if they know about you or not, so…”

Starlight nodded eagerly, and started walking with Sunburst to a corner in the house. There, next to a cabinet, Sunburst opened a panel in the wall, revealing a space barely big enough for an adult pony to squeeze into, padded with angora, with a number of sex toys in the fuzz.

One toy in particular stood out, which Sunburst reached for. It was a dildo longer than a pony’s torso, with a metal ring attached to each end.

With his free hand, Sunburst helped Starlight lie down on the floor, and started inserting the dildo into Starlight’s rubber marehoood.

Starlight smiled with her eyes, and squirmed in ecstacy at the sensation.

Before sunburst inserted it far enough to reach Starlight’s neck, he pulled off Starlight’s legs, and undid the mask strapped around her muzzle.

Starlight instinctively gasped for breath, and then smiled up at Sunburst.

“I love you, Sunburst,” she said, and bent upward, trying to reach him with her mouth.

“I love you too, Starlight,” Sunburst said with a smile, and shared a kiss with his best friend, then inserted the dildo further.

Starlight barely had time to gasp before her throat was blocked by the dildo now coming up and out through her mouth.

She looked on in joy as Sunburst bent her forward, putting the two ends of the dildo, that were both sticking out of her, together, and attached them to each other with a carabiner.

Sunburst pecked Starlight on the cheek, and lifted her into the box in the wall, where she looked at him with love in her eyes as he closed the panel.

As Sunburst opened another hatch to the side and tossed in Starlight’s leg in the space there, he was happy that his best friend would never leave him. He thought that the relation he had with Starlight might unconsciously make him develop some very strange preconceptions on close relations, and considered talking with Starlight and Princess Twilight about it. That subject at least helped him not think about Starlight and having his stallionhood spring up with vigor.

In her dark little habitat, Starlight, held in a forward-bent position, squirmed helplessly, closed her eyes, and let herself drift away on a wave of bliss.

Twilight Sparkle had worked hard, and eventually succeeded, in making the curse that turned her and others into rubber sex dolls into a wonderful fate.

The applications of their abilities in terms of love-making was obvious, but there were plenty other areas where it could prove beneficial, such as combat.

The former king of the Crystal Empire had been fond of the underground, and there were plenty of halls, great as the throne room, hidden underneath the palace, behind many locked doors.

That is where Shining Armor and Mi Amore Cadenza trained theirs and others’ new capabilities as restored and improved sex-dolls.

During Starlight’s escape from the village she had been ruling over, and during the subsequent hunt for her, there were a number of ponies that had gone after her, most numerously royal guards, who had been sent back, or rather, later been found, as helpless, limbless rubber dolls. The princesses, and especially Twilight Sparkle, had made sure that these ponies’ lives were restored to them, albeit not entirely the way it had been before their run-ins with Starlight Glimmer.

So the guards needed more training to make use of their new abilities, and in a circle formed by magnificently hunky and voluptuous guardsponies, a mare and a stallion faced each other.

The stallion was missing his dominant arm, it lying on the floor beside him, bloodless, and waiting to be reattached. He held his sword in his remaining arm.

The mare was missing both arms, and held her sword in her mouth.

Both of them were naked, along with everypony in the room who formed the circle around them. At first, these ponies had started sparring with real, sharpened weapons, and clothes, but their new abilities to seal up just about any damage had quickly made the prospect of keeping them supplied with sparring clothes a pointless endeavor. So on display was a dazzling amount of stunningly beautiful mares and stallions, completely unclothed.

The two opponents didn’t take their eyes off each other, but it wasn’t out of fear. Some time of sparring with sharp swords and spears, being pierced through the head and chest repeatedly, was finally hammering home the knowledge that they didn’t need to fear formerly fatal wounds; they only needed to fear being cut up into so small pieces as to be helpless.

The stallion had the upper hand. In fact, he had the only hand, but he still decided to take a gamble.

After circling each other for a moment, he rushed the mare, thrusting his sword out towards the mare’s throat.

She managed to make a small step, and swung her head down hard, taking the stallion’s arm off just below the shoulder. The crowd cheered.

With the extra weight in her mouth and no arms to keep her balance, the mare stumbled from her swing, and the stallion, unfazed by having his remaining arm lost, smirked at his opponent, and instead swung with his stallionhood towards the mare’s head, as her blade was pointed downward. The crowd held their breath from this seeing this unexpected gambit pay off.

“Ah!” she screamed in alarm, as her sword was knocked from her mouth. She flew several body lengths away from the mighty blow, and landed on her great bosom on the other side of the ring.

The crowd cheered again, as the stallion rushed her.

The mare managed to stand up on her knees, and turned around to see the stallion coming at her, his meaty length being swung at her head.

She bent backward, and felt the stallionhood just barely brush her muzzle, then the crowd cheered as she rose to a crouching position, and launched herself to the stallion who was still regaining his hoofing.

The two were sent flying by the tackle, with the mare managing to force the stallion onto his back, straddling his lower chest.

With neither of them having arms to attack or defend with, the mare instead used what she had left.

She bent forward, and angled her torso, and started pounding the stallion’s head with her great breasts.

The stallion’s head was continually smacked to the sides. He tried squirming along his back and insert his member into the rear of his opponent to gain some purchase to dislodge her, but no luck. Throughout it all, the crowd cheered.

A whistle blowed. The two opponents stopped, and the crowd silenced.

“Match!” Shining Armor shouted.

Their captain stepped in from the crowd, eyeing the two combatants with a pleased look.

“Winner,” he said, to the mare, and the crowd simmered in approval of his verdict.

“Excellent work in using the capabilities of our new bodies, both of you. I hope you all took notice,” Shining Armor said. “Alright, with that, I want everypony to pair up, and continue on their own.”

The crowd dissipated to do as he said, and the two former combatants looked at each other without a trace of contempt. They had been eyeing each other for quite some time before becoming rubber toys, and they had welcomed the transformation, as it had led to the transformees being formed into their own unit, where rules against fraternization were non-existent.

“Captain?” The mare said.

“Yes?” Shining answered.

“Permission to go and finish what we started?” the mare asked.

Their captain nodded. “Granted,” he said, smiling knowingly.

The mare rose to her knees and bent down to offer one of her breasts to the stallion, who smirkingly bit down on a nipple as the mare helped him up.

“Should we get our arms?” he asked, but the mare just bit down on his mane and led him out of the room.

“Thanks for coming, Pinkie,” Twilight said, as she prepared the equipment. “Although, did you want anything, Rainbow? Rarity?”

“If you are experimenting on the capabilities of our new bodies, I wanted to see if I can find out ways to spruce them up in some more daring ways,” Rarity said.

“And I just wanted to see what you guys were up to,” Rainbow Dash said, and shrugged, before turning to Rarity. “What do you mean by sprucing our bodies up? How can they be better?”

“I was considering things like jewels implanted into one’s posterior, and such,” Rarity said.

“Oh… huh,” Rainbow said, considering this.

“Alright, are you ready, Pinkie?” Twilight asked.

“Yup,” Pinkie said, enthusiastically.

“Then get undressed and step out of your skin, please.”

“You got it!” Pinkie said, and literally jumped out of her skirt and sweater, leaving them in a pile on the floor, pulled off her mask and opened her exterior, and managing to jump out of that too, leaving her a giggling, limbless rubber head and torso on the floor.

“Thank you,” Twilight said, lifted her friend up on the table, and presented two phallic objects with air-tubes attached to their bottoms. “Now, I’m going to plug your two lower openings.”

“Many times, I hope!” Pinkie said.

“Indeed,” Twilight said, smilingly. “But today I’m specifically gonna seal them against gas.”

“I don’t get gasses anymore,” Pinkie said.

“Not those types of gasses,” Twilight said, and inserted the objects into Pinkie’s openings.

Pinkie let out a happy little gasp, and a contented “mmm”, as Twilight started pumping the two rods, expanding them with air.

“Mmm,” Pinkie said again, squirming on the table. “I think they’re filled, Twilight.”

Twilight tried pulling them out of her magic, but they didn’t budge. “So they are,” she said. “Next up is your mouth.”

“Oh, you know what I love, Twi,” Pinkie said, before Twilight inserted another object down her throat, this one a tube, connected to a large device on her table.

The process was repeated, this time with a Pinkie silenced by the object down her throat.

“So what now?” Rainbow asked.

“Now, I inject air into this tube,” Twilight said. “I’ve determined that the most catastrophical result possible from this experiment will cause no discomfort and no lasting damage on any of us, but I still want to see how much we can handle.”

Rainbow eyed the whole thing suspiciously. “So, wait,” she said, a smirk growing on her face. “You’re gonna blow her up like a balloon?”

“In… in a sense,” Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash started laughing, and even Rarity tittered as Pinkie’s eyes glowed with mirth.

“Yes, well, anyway,” Twilight said, and flipped the switch on the device.

Is she did, Pinkie’s eyes widened, and her stomach started expanding.

“How are you doing, Pinkie?” Twilight asked. “Uncomfortable?”

Pinkie shook her head.

“Having fun?”

Pinkie nodded.

“Great. If something happens, well, uh… try and get our attention.”

Pinkie Pie nodded eagerly, and turned her attention to her swelling belly.

“So what’s up, Rares?” Rainbow asked. “I haven’t tasted you in almost two days.”

“Oh, I’ve been a bit busy planning a little getaway,” Rarity said, as Pinkie’s ribs started to give and expand.

“Yeah? What kind, and are we invited?” Rainbow asked.

“I don’t see why you shouldn’t be,” Rarity said, as Pinkie tried wiggling back and forth, but not making a lot of progress.

Beside Pinkie, Twilight was diligently taking notes.

“Where are you going?” Rainbow asked.

“To Starlight’s old village,” Rarity said. “I’m planning a little game, with a whole day of getting into the mood.”

“Cool. When is it?”

“Three days from now.”

“But I have Wonderbolts-training that day,” Rainbow complained.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Rarity said, waving Rainbow’s concerns away. “Perhaps we can play the whole game again if you’re interested.”

“What is this game about anyway?” Rainbow asked.

In the background, Pinkie’s body had started making strange noises, and she shook her head at Twilight.

“What?” Twilight asked. “What is it, Pinkie?”

Pinkie’s body was now big enough to almost swallow her face, and she looked between Twilight and the machine that was pumping her full of air.

Twilight reached over and shut it down, and Pinkie looked at her body again.

Twilight reached out and softly squeezed Pinkie, making little rubbery noises. “Hmm, you seem very stretched, Pinkie, how do you feel?”

Pinkie started moving her head as if she was talking, her eyes moving animatedly back and forth, and after it seemed as if she had given a full rundown of how her week had been, she looked at her three friends with a smile in her eyes.

“Uuh, great,” Twilight said. “Do you feel like you’re going to burst?”

Pinkie Pie nodded, then shook her head.

“What was that?” Rainbow asked. “Yes? No? Maybe? Both?”

Pinkie Pie nodded her head at ‘both’.

“Hmm,” Twilight said, and lit up her horn.

“Aha,” she said. “Yes, it seems you were close to burst, but your restoration-factor is compensating, reinforcing and replenishing your rubber tissue. If we give you time to ‘heal’, we should be able to inflate you some more.”

Pinkie Pie nodded, smilingly.

“Alright, this has given me a lot of data,” Twilight said. “Want to be let out, Pinkie?”

Pinkie shrugged, as best as she could, and nodded.

“Alright, let me just remove this,” Twilight said, and pulled the hose from the plug in Pinkie’s mouth.

As she did, Pinkie shot away like a deflating balloon, zooming back and forth across the room, blowing a raspberry.

When she finally landed on the floor with a ‘smack’, Twilight was looking at her with a stunned expression, Rarity’s face was red from trying not to laugh, and Rainbow Dash was rolling on the floor and kicking her legs in the air, laughing desperately

“Do you think we should do this?” Apple Bloom asked, as she and her friends walked into Twilight’s laboratory.

“Don’t you wanna try doing magical research?” Scootaloo asked.

“Sure, but there could be stuff we aren’t supposed to touch down here,” Apple Bloom said.

“Twilight wouldn’t leave dangerous stuff just lying around,” Scootaloo insisted.

“We’re in a basement, in a room I think should be locked,” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

“What, you don’t wanna try being a magical scientist either?” Scootaloo asked.

“I just don’t wanna end up like that pony,” Sweetie Belle said, and pointed to the purple brain floating around in a jar.

“Wow!” Scootaloo and Apple Bloom said at the same time, running up to look at the lump.

“You think it’s real?” Apple Bloom said.

“Maybe,” Scootaloo said, and tapped at the glass. “Or maybe she’s cloning things down here.”

“What, like making another of her own brain?” Apple Bloom asked.

“It could be a model,” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“Mm, maybe,” Scootaloo admitted, feeling a little disappointed at the prospect.

“Hey, unicorn-magic,” Apple Bloom said, pointing at a whiteboard with diagrams and scribbles, and a large amount of research papers scattered around. “Can you make sense of this, Sweetie Belle?”

“Hmm. I can try,” she offered. “Let’s see... It’s something about a spell. ‘Ideally, a fully formed libido should be present in the target, or the spell is rejected, to keep ponies who are not ready for the spell to have it used on them. As it is now, ponies with partially formed libidos are transformed, and their libidos rapidly developed, at least that’s how I theorize it working. This is not ideal, but better than no safety measures at all’.”

“What’s a libido?” Scootaloo asked.

“It’s a dance, isn’t it?” Apple Bloom said.

“Oh, yeah,” Scootaloo said. “How do you have a ‘partially formed’ dance?”

“You have ‘form’ when you dance,” Apple Bloom pointed out. “Can you cast this spell, Sweetie?”

“It looks complicated, but I can try,” Sweetie Belle said. “Anypony up for a dance?”

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo said.

Over in the Everfree, Twilight Sparkle, who was visiting her friend Zecora, finally felt the alarm-system in her laboratory go off.

“Uh oh.”

Rainbow Dash was having a good day.

She wasn’t currently engaging in some wild lovemaking with her magnificent body, or anypony else’s body for that matter, but unlike how it might sometimes seem for people with enough insight into her personal life, that wasn’t everything she enjoyed.

The Apple family was making cider, and this time, she had been offered to help in exchange for quite a stockpile of her own.

So she was walking through Applejack’s orchards, carrying apples in a large basket towards the barn, with a goofy smile on her face.

“Alright, what’s the big deal!?” she heard a raspy voice ask from the side.

“Waugh!” Rainbow shouted in alarm, almost dropping the basket of apples, which had been stabilized by the large breasts resting on them through Rainbow’s shirt. She looked towards the voice to see who had almost made her earn less cider.

“Trixie?” Rainbow asked in confusion.

“Answer Trixie!” Trixie demanded, and advanced on Rainbow Dash. “What have you done!?”

“Uuuh,” Rainbow started, confused. “I don’t know. What have I done?”

“Why are your titties so big!?” Trixie said, poking Rainbow in one of them. “Trixie demands to know!”

Rainbow Dash slowly backed a step, staring at the offending digit, before looking up at Trixie. “How did you…?” she started, before shaking her head. “I mean, uh, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t lie to Trixie! The Great and Powerful Trixie sees all!” Trixie exclaimed. “Like how your bosom bounces with every step, how full and lustrous your form is, and how your dirty work clothes hug the form of your buttocks! Trixie sees their shape! They are practically painted on, like a second layer of denim skin.”

Rainbow opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t think of what to say. This had been such a serene day, and maybe it had something to do with being functionally immortal, but despite her behavior, Trixie didn’t really scare her, so her brain was still lurching into gear.

“And that is just the beginning!” Trixie continued. “What about your waist? It is much wider than Trixie remembers them, and your belly looks even more firm and your hips so much more full.”

Rainbow’s eyes shifted about as she tried thinking of a response. “Uuh, look, this is flattering an all, but I really gotta help Applejack with her cider-making.”

Rainbow Dash started walking away from Trixie, casting slightly nervous glances behind her at the silently fuming mare in her racy outfit.

Trixie narrowed her eyes. Something had happened since last she was in Ponyville, and she was going to find out what. Twilight Sparkle might not have been an as a great magician as Trixie, but she was the most powerful magician in town... when Trixie wasn’t there of course.

The answers would be found in her undeserved castle.