A DAY AT THE BRONY CONVENTION

– What the fuck!!

Issy slams her fist on the coffee table in frustration.

– Issy, for God's sake, chill!

– It's just... people are so fucking stupid! They can't possibly believe that her boobs have grown that big in just one day...! What are people saying on /mlp/?

Reluctantly, Essy navigates her way to 4chan.

– Holy shit! There's at least, like... 20 threads about her...!!

– Jesus Christ...

– Sharing her IG photos... speculating about when the pics were taken... asking if she's got macromastia... wondering if they're real... some guy claiming he felt her up at this con & they're real... guys wanting pics or it didn't happen... wondering if it's really all the same girl... some guy claiming her real name is "Gerty MacDowell" – weird... – guys sharing pics they took with her at this con... "All Horsefuckers Go to Twilight's Emporium Right Now"... "IT'S HAPPENING" memes... links to the EQD article... links to those PornHub vids Herbie uploaded...

– Ew. He is so fired...

– That's not even the worst of it... here's an entire thread dedicated to fanart of her pregnant & lactating... "how fertile do you think her womb is"... "I need to get my seed in this bitch"... "I bet she's in estrus rn"... fanart of her sucking her own tits... fanart of her giving birth to triplets... quintuplets... nonuplets... fanart of her sucking Anon's cock... fanart of her on her period... paizuri stuff... rape fantasy greentext...

– Stop! You're making me feel sorry for her!

– Here's another thread... they're voting on which pony she should cosplay next... holy shit, they're flooding her IG comment section with a fuckton of requests...!

***

I'm hiding out in this bathroom stall, doubled over, blood & tissue flowing out of me like a gooey, drippy faucet. My boobs, resting in my lap, feel sore & tender. They're bulging out of the cups of my bra, woefully swollen thanks to the grueling hormonal changes my body is currently undergoing. My nipples ache, dark & reddened; the slightest brush against them sends a twinging spasm throughout my entire system. I'm surfing my phone and trying to forget the pain.

What did I do to deserve this??

How the fuck did I end up like this??

Who am I??

...

Sweet Jesus I just wish this fucking day would just be over so I can finally get some fucking cock! Goddamn!! If I could just get some big, strong, smart, handsome, rich man like Mr. Owner to fuck me, maybe then I wouldn't have to put up with this menstruation shit anymore – with his seed inside my womb, maybe this goddamn fucking body could do what it was meant to do!

I imagine him taking me in his powerful arms. Loving me. Holding me. Squeezing my titties. Taking care of me. Providing for me. Providing for our children.

... punishing me when I've been bad...

Wait.

W-what?

This isn't me.

These aren't my dreams...

Whose thoughts are these??

– These are your new dreams. Your new reality. They are what the world wants you to be.

The cold voice of the scientist. I remember now.

– You wouldn't want to disappoint the whole world, now, would you?

O-Of course not! But...

– Then love yourself for who you are: a huge-chested bimbo who loves cock. Don't you know? You're an internet sensation! At this very moment, thousands of horny bronies are masturbating to the mere thought of you!

I puff up with pride a little bit, thinking of all those juicy cocks getting all long and hard and cumming – for me!

I can't help but drool a tiny bit.

Y-you're right! No more sadsack! I've got to work hard & stay positive!!

– That's the spirit!

Already I can feel my period beginning to subside. I stand up.

– Ahh, it looks like that magic uterus of yours has done what it needed to do – now you oughtta be fresh & fertile and ready for cock!

I'm grinning from ear to ear. Sure enough, a cozy warmth begins to spread from deep down within my nether-regions, building in intensity until I'm sweating like crazy, my entire pelvis feels like it's on fire, and I'm reduced to panting like a dog just to keep cool!

Basically, I'm incredibly horny.

A lock without a key. An oven ready for bread. A fertile field just aching to be plowed. My uterus burns for cock. It's ready. I just know it...!

Holy fuck – I'm in heat!

– Yes, you're just what the people want! Doesn't it feel good to satisfy your customer base?

It does.

– Great! Then you'll be very happy to hear that your latest refractory period is up!

Flustered, flopping my ass back down on the toilet seat unceremoniously, I can't help but finger myself ecstatically, contorting my pelvis, bucking my hips, drenched & dreaming of fat phalluses reaming my steaming, scorching fuck-socket. With my other hand, I open my Insta app to scour the comments, filled with a sudden ineffable longing to embody my fans' most lewd desires. How can I optimize my brand appeal? How can I be what they want me to be? How can I get the most cocks to look at me??

My body begins to change.

***

– Yeesh, 67% of these fucks are voting for her to do Fluttershy next... figures... 28% want Luna... 3% Derpy... 2% Applejack... and of course everyone's hoping she'll pick up another cup size soon... there's a lot of talk about whether or not she'll start lactating eventually... animals...

– This bitch is a fucking phenomenon!

Suddenly, Essy gasps.

– She's got over 500,000 followers now... that means... 300,000 new follows... in a matter of minutes...!

– More... than... us...

Silence.

– That fucking thot.

– That Insta-fucking-ho.

– We've got to expose her somehow for the fraud that she is... I mean, she can't possibly be legit! Something's going on here... I mean, we gotta stop this bullshit!

– Revenge...?

– Revenge.

***

Pale, short, scared, dressed alluringly in a tiny green pullover blouse, wide black belt and microscopic blue miniskirt, the mostly-human form of an unbelievably busty Fluttershy steps timidly out from the bathroom stall, still shaking from the (uncannily familiar) experience of having her body's entire genetic code completely rewritten. She cradles the dome of one fat, bloated breast in a single, quivering palm as best she can. Generous heaps of titflesh keep spilling from her hand, wobbling tantalizingly about her minuscule grip.

Gosh, I'm exhausted from masturbating...! I couldn't take my hand out of my pussy once the entire time...

She pauses to look herself over in the mirror. Her boobs hang all they way down to her belly-button, fat, round, and heavy in their new M cup holsters. Their undersides brush the cold surface of the bathroom countertop. Her forest-green blouse looks ready to burst at any moment. Ornamental flowers sewn into the sylvan fabric-pattern wrapping her extravagant bust are woefully warped, garishly magnified & misshapen.

Oh dear! It seems I've lost Mr. Owner's uniform...

The thought of her manly boss sends a shiver down her overburdened spine. Her tiny yellow wings stiffen. Her formidable nipples stand distractingly puffy & erect, digging resolutely into the rigid material of her large orthopedic bra. Valiantly summoning all of her mental focus, she resists a sudden urge to grope herself.

No! Mr. Owner needs me outside...

How long have I been in here??

Her delicate feet shift uneasily in her sparkly little ruby slippers. With her lush, sweeping salmon-colored tail, demure pink mane, creamy yellow skintone, bigger breasts, missing uniform, and triple-butterfly cutie mark emblazoning her succulent asscheeks riding up from her shamelessly skimpy baby-blue miniskirt, will the Boss even recognize her anymore?

Oooh dear, what will he think when he sees me now? Will he be upset that I've changed...?

Maybe I should just stay here...

Her confused mind swoons, a perfumed haze of fear, discomfort, and invasive, alien desires. Her huge, bloated nipples scream for attention. A tight black leather belt hugs her slender waist, resting its shiny metallic hasps upon her high, perky, luxuriously rounded hindquarters and wide, welcoming hips. Her famished pussy cries out desperately to be penetrated, softly weeping thick, syrupy fluids between her limber, comely legs. Her big, thick bra straps dig painfully at her shoulders, straining obnoxiously from the sheer, bouldersome load of her voluminous chest. Even balancing has become somewhat difficult.

...

She puffs up her courage.

No! Mr. Owner is counting on me! I won't let him down!

She takes a long, deep breath, lifting the bottoms of her breasts from the countertop.

Ok, Fluttershy... You got this...

Suddenly, her broken brain – well-trained to the debauched desires of unseen others – calmly compels the subservient mechanism of her hand. Obediently it pulls her adorable pink smartphone out of her purse to snap a tiny fistful of "casual" photos for her 200,000+ fans.

Then, at last, bravely summoning her strength she steps outside, boldly smacking the door with her boobs on the way out.

– Ouch!!

***

– Yoo hoo! Mr. Manager! I need to tell you something...!

– What is it now?? You were on break so long that I had to take over, and all of our customers left!!

– Well, um... you see, Sir...

Turning around, his gaze loses itself immediately in the deepest line of cleavage he has ever seen in person. On her dainty 4'11" frame her breasts look preposterous, like she's smuggling two fat, overfilled soccer balls inside of her blouse. Her top-loaded posture seems even worse than before. Her entire body could now easily be mistaken for a particularly depraved parody of an anthro-oppai Fluttershy fetish bodypillow. Frankly, he's amazed she's still standing!

– I'm sorry, Sir... M-my body keeps... changing... I can't control it...! Do you think people will still l-like me? A-as Fluttershy?

He doesn't respond. His mouth hangs open in disbelief.

Observing his unabashed stare, she nervously lifts one of her overgrown globes in timid apology.

– M-my boobies keep growing too...

She begins to cry.

– I... I didn't mean to make all of your customers leave... I'm so sorry...!!

Dollar signs in his eyes and a throbbing hard-on in his pants, he grasps her tiny hands gently in his dominant, masculine grip.

– Fluttershy, Fluttershy... shh, it's ok...

He strokes the small of her back, consoling her. Her lush booty rises instinctively into the waiting cradle of his hand's firm palm. She shivers with silent sexual excitement.

– Ya'll look just fine... and, uh... I'm sorry I yelled at you. You're very valuable to this company! Just because you look like Fluttershy don't mean you can't work at Twilight's Emporium!

– Y-you really mean it...?

He wipes a tear from her face with his thumb.

– Of course I mean it. You're two – er, I mean – one of our greatest assets...! In fact... as of right now, this shop shall henceforth be known as FLUTTERSHY'S GRANDE EMPORIUM!!

She beams.

He thinks for a moment.

– Now then, we need a way to wrangle the customers back up to the shop... let 'em know you're back in action...

He grabs a promotional T-shirt and writes "Come see more of my monstrous titties at" in black fabric marker above the words "TWILIGHT'S EMPORIUM." Then, crossing out "TWILIGHT'S", he adds the words "FLUTTERSHY'S GRANDE" beneath the logo (which nevertheless persists in depicting Twilight Sparkle).

– Here, put this on.

– Yes, Sir.

She grapples determinedly with the shirt, struggling fiercely for several moments to wrench the overworked fabric down over her prodigious, jutting orbs, succeeding eventually with some difficulty. Now stretched ludicrously tight across her chest, the logo & text of her T-shirt appear laughably distorted, as if grotesquely exaggerated by a harsh fish-eye lens.

Her boss laughs softly to himself, clearly amused by her suffering.

She tilts her head, giving him a quizzical look.

– Fluttershy, please... call me Willy. We're pals now. More than pals, even. In fact, I get the feeling that this may be the beginning of a long & beautiful relationship.

He slaps her ass. Her M cup knockers jiggle & bounce like big bags of gelatinous silt, jerking her upper body forward involuntarily with their immense, shuddering weight.

• Yipe!

Those bazongas are gonna send her toppling to the floor one of these days if she's not careful...

– Now then, I need you to...

He continues talking. She stares wistfully at his crotch, drooling slightly, wishing she had X-ray vision.

– L-long... and... b-beautiful...

– Fluttershy, are you listening to me??

– Yes Sir... er... Willy!

God, she's dumb...

– I need you to go and let administration know we're changing the name of our shop. This is very important. You'll need to hurry. Don't let yourself get distracted! You got that...? Fluttershy...?

Her gaze hasn't budged from the bulge in his pants. She licks her lips.

– Fluttershy!!

– Sorry Si... Willy, Sir!

Holy fuck... This scatterbrained slut can't focus for half a second!

– Pay attention, for Christsake!

– Y-yes Sir...

It's just lucky for her I kinda like 'em dumb...

He explains his plan to her again.

This time, mustering all of her willpower, she listens intently, struggling to hold back a cacophonous flood of lewd, intrusive thoughts.

– Okay, I think I got it... I... I won't let you down, Willy... Sir!

Turning to go, her immense breasts knock over an entire row of posed figurines, which clatter ignominiously to the carpet.

– Oh dear!

Willy sighs.

– Just... try not to get lost, okay?

She walks away. He watches her salmon-pink tail wag back & forth in rhythm with her shapely haunches. Even from behind, her huge boobs are easily visible, wobbling heavily, bobbing, fat round outlines hanging in sharp relief.

GodDAMN!

I can't wait to fuck her raw tonight...!

Maybe I can get her to call me "Daddy"...