A DAY AT THE BRONY CONVENTION

Nose to her phone, totally oblivious to the bustling hubbub of her surroundings, the iconic breast-fetish IG model & cosplayer known colloquially to the internet as "Big-Titty Fluttershy" navigates her gigantic, bounding NN cup bust mechanically about the convention floor as if her brain were a seasoned autopilot system steering a great, trembling ship. Narrowly dodging humans & merchandise alike, the fatty top-halves of her tits bobble & wave in their visible brassiere as she munches instinctively on a big armful of sugarloaded vending-machine candy, mindlessly fueling her overstimulated mammaries' fanatical demands for constant, upper-body-jerking milk production. Bouncing, her overfilled breasts buffet her body woozily like twin buoys in a riptide, straining the fraying fabric of her tiny top illicitly thin.

Beaming with pride, flicking excitedly at her cellphone screen, she soundlessly approaches her work-distracted manager from behind.

– Wow, 900,000 followers! That's a lot, isn't it Mr. Willy??

Her surprised boss whips around. Eyes widening, he gapes at her improbable figure, stunned. Her tiny, frontloaded body slouches disgracefully forward from the tremendous weight of the cumbersome cargo her heaving, aching chest has been forced to bear. Her poor T-shirt looks like it's about to rip.

Whipping her tail back, proudly spreading her diminutive wingspan to its fullest, she shimmies her little yellow horsefeathers triumphantly, unwittingly rippling her big tits sympathetically in a disbalancing shimmy of profound, rebounding undulation.

Scrunching up her cute semi-equine face, her crowdsourced, hormone-addled mind grapples valiantly to drag its focus from the incessant distraction of her own vast, overripe assets. Her sweet, sing-songy voice lilts with fractured melody.

– Oh... I'm back! I did the... um...

Her confident face suddenly goes blank. An inquisitive look quickly takes over. Her wings snap shut.

– Umm... what was I supposed to be doing again?

She frowns, head hanging low, clearly ashamed at her damaged memory's failure. Her tired, burnt-out mind lapses from its brief shot at semi-coherent thought, sinking once more to rest within the all-consuming lobes of her needy, throbbing, hypersensitive tits – the new natural hubs of her very soul's conscious awareness. Her brainless blank gaze drifts, vacant, absent, strangely sad.

He smiles.

– Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about it, little lady...

He scratches her pointy equine ears. She grins meekly.

– I knew you'd forget. In fact, I made the whole thing up just to get you wandering around the con & taking pictures with folks with that ad on your...

He taps her bulbous chest softly. It wobbles.

– ...shirt... And look! It worked!!

He gestures to a sweeping crowd of thirsty bronies milling about just beyond the storefront curtain, murmuring expectantly. Soon, hushed, reverent tones spread the word:

Their beloved behemoth-breasted angel has arrived at last!

He calls out to them.

– She's back!!!

A raucous cheer goes up. Excited bronies stomp their feet in jubilant unison.

– Ok, ok... quiet down now!! Please, form a single-file line, everybody... no pushing... easy does it now...

She tugs shyly on his sleeve.

– Um, Mr. Manager, Sir...

– Please, call me Daddy.

– Um, Daddy, Sir... I um, need to talk to you please... if you don't mind...

– Certainly, Miss Fluttershy.

He projects his voice to address the restless crowd.

– Please, continue to form a single-file line!! We will be back in moment, and open for business – $10 per person per photo!

Another cheer. Applause.

– TAKE MY MONEY ALREADY!!

Laughter.

Signalling "just a moment" to the queuing crowd, he pulls her aside, ducking discreetly behind a shelf display for privacy.

– Now... what is it you wanted to talk with me about? And make it short if you can, the customers are waiting and we've only got a few more hours to...

She interrupts him, blurting out, ashamed:

– M...my boobies grew again, Daddy! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean them to...! But... they just...

Slowly she lifts up her T-shirt to reveal her two fat basketball-sized breasts, brutally stuffed into an immense yet somehow still-too-small NN cup nursing bra, painfully engorged with milk, big enough now for an O cup, rising & falling with every anxious breath. Soft, thick veins pulsate tenderly under pale, translucent yellow skin. Huge, wafer-sized nipples jut out harshly, visibly warping the sturdy material. Her frail body's farcical figure is indistinguishable from that of an exceptionally long-suffering macromastia patient.

His eyes nearly leave his skull.

Seeing him stare, her face flushes bright red.

– They're not THAT big, right?? N-nopony's gonna notice... are they...?

Her face betrays her doubt.

...

Releasing her T-shirt, she rubs her elbow bashfully, avoiding eye contact.

– T-They've started to make... milk... and they're getting really full... m-my skin feels like it's about to burst from the pressure... they've gotten so heavy... I...

Working extra-hard to tug her unfortunate shirt back down over her unmissable orbs, her face reddens with further humiliation.

– I feel like a freak... o-or a cow...

I am so hard right now.

He sighs, tenderly teasing her coy coral hair with his hand.

– Oh, Fluttershy... Let me tell you something – something very important...

He grasps her hand with gentle care.

– Fluttershy... you... are EVERYTHING I've EVER desired in a woman... and just because your big, fat, incredibly huge titties have had another little growth spurt... nothing will EVER stop me from feeling the way I feel about you. Even if those mean ol' titties grew another ten cup sizes, I'd be... well, to be honest... I would be VERY happy about that.

He thinks a moment.

– For you.

Tears of joy well up in her eyes.

– Y-you... Do you really mean that, Willy?

He meets her eyes with his own.

– What I mean... what I mean doesn't matter at all, Flutters. What matters is to me is that YOU are very beautiful, and that YOU have mega-huge titties, and that YOU are my girl.

Unable to restrain herself, she jumps for joy, shoving his astonished head into her unbelievable cleavage, nearly suffocating him between her tits. They quake like massive sandbags, pummeling him in the face.

– Oh Willy... you're so smart! You always know just what to say...

Holy shit, she's even dumber than before...!

She squeezes his face deeper between her bosom. He gasps for air.

– I... I love you Willy...

Pushing away her relatively weak arms, he manages to break free, refilling his thirsty lungs.

She smiles playfully.

– ... AND whatever it is you're hiding from me in those big ol' pants of yours!

She gestures towards his crotch. An obvious erection bulges visibly against his denim jeans. She bites her lip impatiently.

Gently caressing the nape of her neck, he guides her head to rest upon his shoulder, stroking her hair softly.

– I love you too, Fluttershy...

His other arm embraces her tightly about the small of her back, squashing her milk-filled O cup tits up against his belly.

– AND your ginormous titties that you could never hide from me in a billion years...!

She giggles. They nuzzle each other sensuously.

– Oh, Daddy...

He presses the bulge of his erect cock against the undersides of her breasts. She shudders with unconcealed desire, whining and pawing at his crotch desperately.

What a stupid slut!

It is gonna feel so good to finally slide my cock up in this bitch...

He releases her from his arms.

– You'll get Daddy's cock later, Sweetie... right now we have an awful lot of wonderful paying customers who have come to see you!

He pats her on the crown like a dog. She curls her head affectionately like a cat.

– FLUT-TER-SHY!! FLUT-TER-SHY!!

A chant has developed within the impatient mass of paying customers, soft at first, growing louder.

– FLUT-TER-SHY!!! FLUT-TER-SHY!!!

– We'd better get you back out there, before we have a full-blown riot on our hands...!

To a chorus of ecstatic cheers, they emerge to face the impatient crowd.

That endless sea of expectant faces...

Hungry to grope and snap photos with the legendary Big-Titty Fluttershy...

Scores of starving cocks exploding into erections in their bulging, angry, yearning pants...

All their ravenous eyes trained on her huge, hanging, teardrop basketball tits...

So heavy...

So full...

...

Suddenly feeling a cool, unpleasant sensation against her nipples, she runs a hand across her chest. Two large damp spots darken her T-shirt. Her nursing bra is soaked through.

Oh no...

I'm lactating!!

She panics.

– Um, Willy? I have to, um... go to the restroom...

***

A booing, hissing, indignant crowd howls in the distance as a topless Big-Titty Fluttershy compulsively gropes her bloated, milk-burdened mammaries once again in the solitude of the womens' room, fingering and stroking her soaked pussy in private ecstasy, plump rump firmly planted on the toilet seat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

Ohh...

They're so full of milk, they're leaking!!

And why am I so horny??

Her thin fingers clasp desperately at the round, unwieldy, typewriter-width protuberant orbs resting firmly in her heart-shaped lap. Her chubby nipples jut like distended bottle caps into the cool air, circled by dark areolae that more than fill the width of her hand, softly dribbling warm milk down her front. Gingerly she gives one gargantuan lobe a cautious squeeze, kneading at her needy teats in a bid to relieve the mounting pressure. Hot jets of white breastmilk stream from her copious ducts, splashing into her already-soaked panties about her ankles. Her body lurches. She squeaks from the unbearable sensitivity.

Suddenly, the restroom door opens. Someone enters.

Footsteps approach.

Shit...

The door to her stall is standing wide open. She had forgotten to close it.

Meh, it's probably just a lonely fellow pegasister just like me... just trying to relieve herself in peace, away from all those gosh-darn rowdy boys...

But instead, a reedy Spike cosplayer steps out in front of her stall, a crazed expression distorting his face. Twitching abnormally, his insatiate palms numbly claw the empty air.

Or not...

Her feminine intuition detects the odious scent of total loser from three yards away. Her nose wrinkles in instinctual disgust.

– What are you doing here? This is the girls' room...

Sitting straight up, she grasps the toilet paper fixture for balance, not even bothering to hide her gigantic chest and distended, leaky nipples from the gaze of the pathetic dweeb presently ogling her naked body. Indignant, she brushes the stretched upper halves of her breasts testily.

– Well... w-what are you staring at? Get out!

He stands rooted to the spot, paralyzed with bottomless lust, hand twitching. He gestures angrily towards the door.

– We're all out there waiting for you. Why did you leave us?

Oh geez.

Slowly, surely, his body lurches forwards, zombielike.

– W-why did you run away?

Into her stall he slowly walks.

– What are you doing? I... I told you, g-get out!!

He raises his opened palms and moves closer, flexing them faintly, rigid and stiff.

– We need you... we're always dreaming of you... hungry for you...

– D-Don't you dare touch me! I'm warning you! I'll scream...!

But her nipples remember. They know those hands. The soft brush. They stiffen. Radiant.

Ready.

– Ohh how you tease us so... Do you know? We all love you...

He advances forward.

– We... need you...

Her swollen tits jiggle with fear.

His mind no longer functions. His aching hands need to feel them.

– N-no! Shoo!! GO AWAY, YOU CREEPY VIRGIN LOSER!! DON'T YOU...!

He grabs her breasts.

A lush wave of mind-shattering pleasure sweeps across her incredibly sensitive body as he grasps the tips of her big, fat tits in spindly hands, squeezing as hard as he can. Suddenly receptive, her brain shuts down, her body convulsed with unmitigated glee, gasping with involuntary exaltation as he bats, fondles, wrenches, sucks at & plays with her gigantic, attention-hungry titties.

Her mind, body, & soul rejoice.

Her programmed purpose.

Why her body & mind had been so callously sculpted from desperate desire, her previous existence erased.

What the world wanted her to become.

What she was meant to be:

A brainless, horny, fetish-fantasy sex doll.

A mewling milk factory.

No longer can she pretend fight her fate. Her brain surrenders willfully all hesitation, all resistance, all conscious intellect – empty. Her will becomes one with that of the universe. His hands. Nirvana.

– How do you like that, bitch!? Who's the loser now??

Her eyes loll into the back of her skull, vacant.

– M-Me...!

He forcefully caresses her corpulent lobes, kneading them roughly like huge, pliant mounds of ductile, wobbling dough.

– Do you like getting your big boobies groped by random strangers?

She nearly chokes on her own tongue, feebly sobbing in mindless incoherent ecstasy.

– I l-love it!!

Digging his fingers deeper within the quivering heap of ebullient breastflesh, he seizes her painfully erect nipples, twisting and crushing them against his palms in a rage of blind, insatiable, animal libido over & over, licking them, suckling them, biting at them, siphoning great masses of superabundant tittyflesh deeply into his voracious, vacuuming maw.

She whimpers pathetically, powerless to escape the searing, sizzling primal rush of electric painful pleasure surging ineluctably into her pussy from her scalding, radiant, supersaturated breasts.

– N-no...! Stop...! They're gonna overflow...!

Her face burns, a contorted jigsaw of heavenly pleasure & mortal pain.

He coos at her as if she were a toddler.

– Aww, what's the matter? It looks like the girl with the big fat titties has a titty fetish... My I never would have guessed...!

His teeth clamp down brutally on her rapturous, receptive udders.

She squeals.

Suddenly squeezed to the limit, her megasaturated mammaries burst to flow with scorching, abundant, victorious unwilling lactation. Hot milk sprays mercilessly from her rigid, manhandled, bloated, warped, searingly overdriven nipples, wailing, panting, sobbing, gushing orgasmic joyous milk, weeping tears of utter, abject, total humiliation gnashing teeth loving it surging from her glands screaming through her lobules showering, blasting, spewing from her torrential ducts splattering on her shuddering lap in an ecstasy of sweet blessed holy jesus christ sweet sebaceous mewling mooing choking gasping screaming flowing spraying soaking sweet goddamn mindblowing motherfucking earthsplitting dryheaving tittyfucking cuntsoaking thighsplattering –– sweet –– fucking –– relief.

She cums.