A DAY AT THE BRONY CONVENTION

So anyway...

Me & Iron Willy got married last month!!

I was really happy to see him in his big manly tux wrapped super-tight around his big bulging muscles and me in my beautiful wedding dress (we had to get it custom-made just 'cuz my body-type is so "unique"... what can I say, I'm a BIG girl up top, haha...!) and I got to live every girl's biggest dream ever!! He said he was really happy just to see me walk down that aisle and stand there looking all cute & sexy for him in my wedding dress and my walker, and I can tell he was telling me the truth because the whole time his cock was swollen up bigger than I'd ever seen it ever get before, it was soooo big & juicy I couldn't wait to kiss it all over later that night!! Wow... I'm such a lucky gal...

I really love my Iron Willy!

When we got married was a couple weeks after my sexy Willy-sama helped me get away from all those mean stupid jerks back at the pony convention thingie (which is pretty much kinda the earliest stuff I can remember period tbh, it's super-weird). After I fell down, he helped me walk back to his hotel room 'cuz my tiddies had grown so big and so full of milk they were leaking a whole bunch all the way to the hotel room!

Really, I think the reason they grew so BIG (PPP cups back then... I think) and so full of MILK (I make like 30 gallons a day now, I'm Daddy's little big-tiddy cow girl for sure <3 ... he even bought me this big beautiful shiny super-cute cowbell for me to wear around my little neck & it makes this adorable donkle donk donk sound when we fuck which of course is like, duh, all the time...!) was because they reaaaallly wanted to be milked by my big strong Iron Willy and make enough milk to feed all of our super-cute babies that he filled me up with with his super-strong semen and my really really fertile womb – anyway, we had a whole bunch of amazing sex that night and he drank a whole bunch of my milk and squeezed my titties HARD and #wreckt my pussy and he slapped me around a whole bunch like the busty little whore that I am like he likes to do (which I think is sooo cute btw!! I get sooo wet every time) and filled me up with a whole bunch of his hot yummy gooey cum and I swelled up with tons of babies after just like a half-hour or so! I know... SUPER-fast!

No, really!!

I guess my body just reeeeeally likes making babies and growing big boobies 'cuz I started feeling sick real quick after he filled me up with yummy cum and even though we kept on fucking in just 30 minutes it was basically like I was 4 months pregnant with nonuplets. My belly was huuuge!!! And my titties got even bigger 'cuz I was pregnant, like up to a QQQ cup (they were each more than like 3 times the size of my head haha)... and still growing!!

And oh yeah, I think it's 'cuz he drank so much of my milk, but my Iron Willy got all big and super-strong and a whole lot meaner and grew big horns on his head and looks like a big sexy bull now with a tail and everything and huuuuuge muscles and a MASSIVE cock (Iron Willy's iron willy... lol!!!) and he's like three times my size now and MEGA-hot!!! I'm practically cumming just thinking about him right now!!

He's certainly this busty gal's dream come true...!

So anyway, my belly got big and round and plump, like even bigger than my boobies were at the time which were REALLY BIG (after another hour & a half or so I was basically 9 months pregnant with nonuplets and my tiddies went all the way up to a RR cup 'cuz they got so full of milk for all my babies! – but anyways they're WAY bigger than that now, haha!!) 'cuz Daddy filled me up with sooo much cum and I was soooo fertile and ready for his yummy seed that my hungry tummy just couldn't help but fill up with a whole bunch of babies right then & there! But, uhh, my body was so tired from making so many babies so quick I guess I blacked out or something and when I woke up I had given birth to 9 beautiful little babies! They look just like their sexy father, except waay smaller and with wings and they're more yellow I think. They love drinking their Mommy's sweet Mommy Milk. I love them all sooooo much!

Since then I've given birth to a whole bunch more – I'm not sure how many but it's a LOT! Like, at least fifty or so... maybe a hundred...?

Anyway, my tiddies have definitely grown quite a lot just to keep up with feeding my precious little sweet little baby kiddos! I know my milk will help them grow up bigger & bigger and stronger & stronger just like their Daddy because my milk ducts also keep on growing up bigger & bigger & stronger & stronger & I bet I have more milk ducts than probably anybody else in the whole entire world!!!

Their Daddy keeps getting bigger & bigger and stronger & stronger because he drinks lots of my milk. That means my milk must be really good because just the sight of my Willy's big strong body or just the sound of my Willy's big loud mean voice makes me feel all yummy and hungry inside and my pussy starts leaking a lot and my big huge nipples get really hard, and I feel really good all the time when I feel that way, so I'm really glad getting to play with my Willy all day long!

Sigh...

I'm really happy living as Big-Titty Mommy Fluttershy to all my beautiful wonderful sweet lil' cutie baby children. We play fun games with my big ol' fat tiddies and we laugh and laugh and laugh all day...! Uhh anyway also I've got like 3 million followers now on Instagram, it's so awesome!! A whole bunch of people always send me stuff in the mail to pose with in my pics 'cuz I'm so hott and they pay us lots of money! I love taking a whole bunch of selfies just for my super-special fans. <3

And of course you know I love getting to have fun all the time with my big, strong Iron Will and his big, big, extra-big strong cock (my pussy had to get quite a bit bigger & deeper just to fit it all in... and even then my thighs still ache a whole bunch after one of our fuck-sessions... I love it!!), and I think he really loves getting to play all the time with my big, fat titties (I think I'm like a TTT cup now (all my bras now are custom-made and very expensive, special order, extra-extra-large and really beautiful), I'm so proud of my big Monster Boobies!! (Iron Willy loves to do paizuri on me... "Monster Titties for his Monster Cock!!" he says... lol) even if moving around & stuff has gotten kinda really difficult lately but I don't really care, they're a ton of fun, literally haha!!!) and drink their big, strong milk! And I eat a whole lot and I drink a whole lot because I get REALLY tired if I don't, so I get to eat and drink almost all the time, which is fun & really very tasty! And when I'm really good I get to drink my own milk because that's one of my favorite things to do in the whole wide world. And I get to think thoughts like "Where am I?" and "What's going on?" and sometimes I hear another voice in my head that's not mine but I don't listen to it saying mean things about me because I'm a good girl and I know a bad voice when I hear one because a bad voice says mean things, bad mean stuff like "Fluttershy you're a dumb girl because your dumb brain made Will a big bully jerk with a big monster cock that could fit between your big dumb monster tits because that's what your dumb body wanted its dumb milk to do." And sometimes inbetween games I'll think funny things like "Who am I?" and "Wait." and "Ouchie!" and other weird funny things and sometimes it bothers me but Willy says I'm just being Funny Fluttershy like I always am and so I just forget all about it and then we just laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and...

Wait.

Where am I?

What's going on??

– Ah, Stephen, you're back! And thank goodness, I don't think I could take any more of fucking bimbo drivel bullshit...

W-What...?

– I have good news!

Oh no...

Where am I...??

The shrill, oppressive screech of mutant children saturates the air. A rank stench of stale shit and piss assails my broad, terrified, horselike nostrils.

I look down. My breasts rest like an overstuffed pair of fat, extra-large exercise balls or beanbag chairs in my squashed, invisible lap, pinning me determinedly to the dark, sticky sofa – each gargantuan lobe easily spans at least a full three feet in diameter, swathed in the tight hammock of an expansive TTT cup brassiere. A horde of demon-spawn human-bull-horse hybrid monsters roil about my feet, crammed into the dingy, dank, shit-smeared kitchen. Three of them claw impatiently at my ankles, wailing, hungry for the exorbitant supply of mothers' milk burdening my bloated, oppressive chest. On TV, there's some boring newscast about some random inconsequential high-schooler killing herself by overdosing on estrogen pills or something and dying in a dumpster (in the interview segment, not even one of her schoolmates manages to recall their classmate's name).

– It's your lucky day! It seems as if the mental aspect of your transformation has worn off completely! Welcome to your new, diseased, fetish-warped, nearly wheelchair-bound body! I hope you like feeding 6 dozen kids with those grotesque, overdeveloped, leaky milkbags of yours, because that's pretty much your life nowadays!

No.

No...

NO!!!

From the other, room, I hear the abrupt, hiccuping, masculine voice of a hellish minotaur.

– Time for our hourly fuck-session, babe! C'mere, let Daddy rub those mean ol' titties 'til you feel all good inside, Fluttypie!

I hear the thunderous trampling sound of massive hoofsteps approach.

I shudder in sheer terror.

I can't stand up.

My wheelchair is across the room.

– And then your naughty pussy gets to eat up Daddy's monster cock again!! Won't that be fun, Fluttsypoo...!?

Dear God...

No.

– Over and over and over and over and over! 'Til my special little FlutSlut's pussy-wussy bleedy-weedies! Your favorite game, Honeypot!!

NO!!!

I can't stand up!!!

***

For fear of what might happen to my bones otherwise, I've been playing along with my monstrous husband's cruel whims. I've been able to convince him that I'm still his little "honeypot"... with which he may do whatever he pleases.

– You've been a naughty girlie, Flussypoo! Daddy's gonna give that naughty lil' pussy THRICE the cock-thrashing tonight!

Our regular "fuck-sessions" regularly end with what feels like my entire reproductive tract left raw, scarred, and bleeding profusely, but I daren't oppose Iron Will.

– Who's Daddy's little FlutSlut?

Sad as it is, I rely on him completely for sustenance & most mobility resources. With some practice, I can just barely get around with a specialized walker or in my wheelchair (although driving a car or even leaving the house on my own has become completely impossible), my overtaxed breasts having long since dwarfed the rest of my anatomy, engorged as they are with milk for our 72... no... what is it now? – 164 mutant children.

Yes... gruesome as it is, despite my best efforts to the contrary, thanks to my mercilessly fertile womb & relentless egg overproduction I've given birth quite a few times in the days since regaining my full mental faculties. Once or twice a day, following one of Iron Will's innumerable ejaculations into my aching cum-socket, my fanatical, frothing uterus – brimming with intrusive semen & volatile ovum – will swell up alarmingly like a gruesome weather balloon beneath my mountainous tits, trapping me for 2-3 hours as vile zygotes become blastocysts, rapidly expanding to embryos, finally developing into a cadre of greedy fetuses, viciously sapping my body's limited resources to develop their own freakishly deformed limbs & repugnant organs, squirming and kicking in my straining, stretched, writhing belly. Then, at last – just when I feel absolutely certain that my catastrophically-inflated abdomen is about to burst – multiple amniotic sacs will rupture nearly simultaneously and my revolting body will hurl itself into delirious, febrile contractions, spewing out unspeakable monstrosity after unspeakable monstrosity into the waiting arms of a rotting, fetid, fluid-soaked carpet.

I feel like a fucking livestock breeding factory & one-woman dairy farm rolled into one...

My pussy has grown disconcertingly deep & wide in what seems to be my body's desperate bid to accommodate my gigantic husband's colossal penis – although admittedly this makes giving birth somewhat less painful, Iron Will's cock still manages to strain savagely at my vaginal walls as he clutches my midsection and machine-guns my squealing, trembling body rapidly upon his angry, throbbing phallus, my titanic titties bouncing & flailing, heaving my worn out body in every direction, pulverizing my whiplashed neck, violently jerking at every nerve-ending in my diabolically sensitive anatomy... whenever the fucking finally stops, I'm always crying, and I'm never certain whether from pleasure or from pain – I've lost the ability to tell the difference. Iron Will says my feeble tears only make him hornier, so I've been trying my hardest to hold them back, but... I've never succeeded.

My ass has grown drastically as well, and my hips have widened accordingly. This seems to have been necessary just to house the unpleasant, slimy gash of my uncomfortably widened pussy.

My poor nipples too have kept perfect pace with the rest of my mammoth mammaries – circled by dark, preposterously wide manhole-cover areolae, bristling with grape-sized sebaceous bumps, the twin nozzles of my terrible teats regularly bloom to huge, erect, fistlike proportions to gush absurd reams of burning breastfluid into the waiting, suckling maws of this ever-growing brood of crawling blasphemous hellspawn swarming & shrieking along with the fat rats & skittering roaches which haunt this noxious, blighted dump.

Their endless, ravenous cries demand almost constant feeding. But even in lulls of relative silence, my diligent breasts prefer... preemptive action.

Without warning, at seemingly random moments, a sick, insidious burbling will churn deep within the straining, seething lobules of my Brobdingnagian chest, and my enormous nipples will erupt angrily into the warped cradle of my tentlike U cup nursing bra to spray hot breastmilk like broad, pockmarked showerheads into my vast, drenched collection pads – triggering dense, knotted clusters of tender, twisted nerve-endings, leaving me gasping & heaving like a possessed imbecile at their unbelievable sensitivity. My entire body convulses with epileptic intensity: eyes rolled into the back of my head, thrashing tongue mashed by gnashing teeth, my useless legs kicking wildly... When the immense, sadistic waves of rolling, searing pleasure-pain sensation finally cease, my big panties are totally, absolutely, miserably soaked, shamefully splattered with thick, syrupy juices from the humiliating, inexorable spasms of my body's twinging, sputtering orgasms. It's utterly disgraceful... and morbidly exhausting.

Because of my breasts' constant need to produce torturous volumes of milk (at a rate of at least 7 gallons per hour nowadays), this body is always incredibly hungry... and thirsty... I can't stop consuming food OR drink for more than mere minutes without quickly becoming dizzy, weak, & disoriented – as if my breasts were the sole purpose this body's existence, the rest of me a meaningless waste of calories... or simply my terrifying, nightmarish monster husband's passive cocksleeve fucktoy. With mounting dread, I can't help but feel ever-more certain that these abominable udders aren't attached to me – I'm attached to them. Everything I eat keeps getting sapped straight into these bloated, cursed tits... which continue to leak profusely from all the milk they're producing. They wake me up nearly hourly in the middle of the night, demanding that I consume ever-growing quantities of raw material for them to lactate uselessly all over our filthy carpet and squalid tiling.

And still, I can feel them growing.

I feel the pressure deep within.

Day by day, the rest of my body fights courageously just to carry out its most basic non-mammary functions – things like thinking, speaking, and hobbling about in my walker or wheelchair – and... day by day, hour by hour, second by second, it loses just a little more ground to these horrific, leviathan blimps...

One day, when my breasts had attained a V cup, I managed to convince Iron Will to take me to a doctor to see about getting a reduction. Apparently my body really is prioritizing breast growth & milk production over all other functions – just as important (or perhaps more so) than breathing. The doctor says he's never seen anything like it in his life. According to him, to attempt a reduction would be equivalent to stopping my heart – my body would be in shock, as it somehow seems to believe their continual growth to be absolutely necessary for my very survival.

The doctor recommends me a daily fitness program, in the hopes that regular exercise might at least slow my breasts' incessant growth.

Of course, it doesn't.

...

I wonder how the end will come.