A DAY AT THE BRONY CONVENTION

Sigh...

All that posing was exhausting!

Herbie had me twisting around in all kinds of crazy positions! Issy & Essy did their best, but I couldn't help but get the impression that when I showed up looking like a pornstar Celestia he forgot all about The Mango Sisters. We took a smattering of shots together for the big Equestria Daily feature, but then he seemed to lose his mind completely, shooing them off-camera and just taking these long videos of me jumping up & down, shaking my ass, stretching, doing push-ups, crunches, lunges, acrobatic yoga, and jogging around the con floor. It was super-weird.

I'm worn out!

So here I am again: catching my breath, soaked with perspiration, rubbing my hands around the base of my tits, trying to ease the soreness. These things are a total pain! I've parted ways with Herbie & the girls; now I'm standing on the second floor landing, sort of by the escalators. My big wings flap automatically in a bid to chill my smoldering muscles.

I have GOT to sit down!

I plop my figure ignominiously to the floor, binding my I cups tightly to my ribcage with one arm to reduce excessive jiggle. I continue to fan myself with imposing wings, still breathing hard.

Slowly, I become conscious of another's mind invading my own.

Not again!

***

There she is again!

Mr. Watts finds himself unable to remove his eyes from the incredibly realistic & unbelievably buxom Princess Celestia cosplayer who has serendipitously planted her gorgeous ass mere yards away from his establishment.

How does she get those wings to flap so convincingly?

And why is she rubbing her boobs like that?

He bites his lower lip.

I ought to give her that other cosplay gal's job. With knockers like that behind the cash register, I could easily TRIPLE my profits!

No, no...

It wouldn't be right.

With difficulty, he succeeds in tearing his gaze from her body.

She's not even dressed like Twilight Sparkle. This is supposed to be Twilight's Emporium, after all... At least the gal I got comin's got a look that aligns with the brand...

He sighs.

Then again...

If only that big-titty cosplayer over there looked like Twilight instead!

He'd hire her in a heartbeat.

Easing himself down into his cold metal fold-out chair, Mr. Watts begins aimlessly to surf Facebook on his phone, doing his best to ignore the busty apparition behind him, doing his best to convince himself that he's done the right thing.

Yes, it's best to stay true to the brand... Really, I bet my current gal will have a great, customer-friendly personality, once I get to know her... Probably much easier to work with, too... Yes, it's just as well there's no big-titty Twilight Sparkle sittin' down right next to my shop, catchin' the eye of every single potential customer walkin' by with her big fat tits...

Wait a minute...

No way...!

It can't be...!!

He couldn't resist turning around to look just one more time. And there she is – reclining on her back, spread-eagle, sweating profusely, panting like crazy, I cup boobs just as big as before, drawing the eye of every potential customer walking by – Twilight Sparkle.

How...??

No time for questions.

Time for action.

She sits up, seemingly dazed and unaware of her surroundings. Her one-piece is gone, replaced by a tiny light-blue T-shirt that bares her midriff and tight violet star-spangled pajama shorts, looking like a lost high-schooler. She's wearing small, black-rimmed oval glasses and maroon tennis shoes. A small black spiked collar rims her slender neck, coyly crowned by a metallic latch in the shape of a cute little heart. Her skin is a pale, moonlit lavender, and she seems quite a bit shorter than before, but I know this must somehow be the same woman – her breasts haven't changed a bit.

– Excuse me, ma'am...

She peers up at me innocently.

– Yes?

Leaning forward slightly, she begins to fidget with the hem of her too-small shirt, her huge breasts having caused an impressive 5-inch gap between its bottom trim and her exposed navel. Her full bosom falls & rises succulently with her every expectant breath. Big eyes flickering about nervously, she seems embarrassed by her own confusion – her hollow head an empty vessel ready to be filled up with somebody else's deviant dreams.

Gawd, I wish she was sucking my cock...

– Ma'am, that's an incredible Twilight Sparkle costume you've got there. In fact, I reckon your image aligns PERFECTLY with our brand!

I gesture towards my store's purple sign. A little Twilight peeks out from behind the words "Twilight's Emporium", dutifully waving her friendly little hoof to welcome customers.

– R-Really? No way!

– No lie!

Those big, fat titties of hers would "align perfectly" with ANY brand...

– Say, would you be interested in working the front counter for my shop? I'm willing to pay you $8 an hour.

She looks behind her in disbelief, as if I may be somehow be referring to someone else.

– Really? M-me??

I can tell that despite her glasses and her present shape, she really isn't too bright.

Just the way I like 'em.

– Yes. You, er... f-fill... the role... beautifully.

She thinks for a moment, sitting up straight and caressing her chin quizzically.

– Hmm...

Then, smiling, she relaxes her posture, graciously scratching the back of her neck.

– Geez, wow... Sure! I'd be honored!

Yuss!!

...

Sucker. She's worth at least $12 an hour.

– But only on one condition...

– Eh?

A hungry look crosses her face. She licks her lips in anticipation, smiling mischievously like an impudent little child in a candy store.

– You let me suck your cock after we close for the day!

If this were an anime, I'd have a nosebleed or something right now. Instead, I'm just rock-hard fucking erect.

– You got yerself a deal, missy!!

This is insane. I've got to be dreaming. I'm going to wake up in a few hours and this will all have been a dream. Carefully grasping her delicate hand, I help her to her feet and guide her gently to my waiting storefront, cradling the small of her back, resting my hand softly on the upper bulge of her juicy bubble butt. Her spectacular hooters can't help but wobble impressively against her teensy little top at her every slightest motion.

– Here's yer hat & uniform. If the zipper one doesn't fit, wear the button-up. Now go getcherself changed, little lady!

She giggles.