Busty Bug Burlesque

Though Yvette had intended to relax and clean herself off in the shower, alongside her busty new companion, she and Mei hadn’t been nearly that productive - in that they spent most of their time squeezing against each other to try and fit into the tiny cubicle. With almost a whole ton of curvage shared between them, fitting into the phone-booth-sized enclosure was a solid challenge; the water did little to lubricate the pair of plump lovebugs as they made their way around, and the combined softness between the two made for some very awkward squishing.

Any time that they didn’t spend in the shower was spent in the bathroom giggling, flirting, and casually groping one another. Fortunately, the pair did manage to get themselves washed up and dried off, but it took far, far longer than it should have. Still basking in the euphoric afterglow of the amorous therapy session, they moved back into the bedroom - at least they did, until a soft knocking came from the front door.

“Expecting visitors?” Mei quipped, levitating and brushing off her discarded kimono.

“It’s probably just the mailmare,” Yvette sighed. Toying with the notion of ignoring whomever was outside her home, she scrunched her snout. “Could you hand me my bathrobe, please?”

“Fine, but don’t take too long. I believe you still need just a touch more work, before I can call my job finished,” the call girl softly tittered, fetching the garment for her host.

Yvette suppressed a shiver, as she quickly donned the robe and headed out of her chamber. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t keen on getting back to her guest and whatever debauchery awaited her. Swiftly securing the now-undersized article around her waist, scampering down the stairs, she peeked down at her immense cleavage.

The dressing gown was not designed to fit her enlarged and exceedingly voluptuous state; in addition to the cinture being pushed to its limit, a rather generous amount of her upper cleavage was visible - at least, if by ‘generous’, she meant ‘almost all of it’ - as well as a solid peek of her belly, and the under-and-rear sides of her oversized derrière. Under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn’t dare answer the door in such a scandalous state, but the hormones flooding her system made her too blissful to care. Wobbling and jiggling her way to the entrance of her home, she turned the lock, opened the door, smiled, and then went stiff.

Blinking multiple times, she felt like a deer in the headlights. She could hardly believe her eyes; the mare from the beach - the very unicorn who’d eyed her up and offered a helping hand - was lingering on her doorstep. How the pony had found her home was nearly as befuddling as why the young woman had decided to pay her a visit. Mouth agape, unable to move, Yvette’s blood ran cold.

The mare turned, hearing the door, and genially lifted a hand - that was, until she got a good look at the stunned changeling’s figure. Her eyes widened, wandering over Yvette’s rotund form, before ultimately settling on the shapeshifter’s titularly tremendous teats. Regardless of exactly why she’d tracked down the curvaceous love-bug, it was obvious that she hadn’t anticipated being greeted in such an unseemly fashion.

Yvette’s mouth hung open, as she struggled to form a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. She had several questions for her impromptu and wholly unexpected visitor, yet she couldn’t find her voice. The faint scent of lust emanating from the girl only exacerbated the situation, pouring fuel onto the carnal fires which had only just been quenched. As her nipples grew erect, her dorsal fin rose to its peak, and her marehood began to ache, the unicorn looked over her shoulder.

What Yvette had thought was a tender mercy, finally freed from the surprised and lecherous gaze of the pony, was anything but. As she turned her head and peered back, wondering what held the unicorn’s attention, a cold pit formed in her stomach. Leisurely traipsing down the stairs and into view, as carefree and nonchalant as could be, came Mei, buck naked and without a shred of shame.

“Ara ara,” the nude, painfully plump changeling cooed, “what have we here?”

Having her new friend casually walk up naked was mortifying enough, but what happened next nearly killed Yvette. Walking up behind her, Mei slipped her hands under her host’s arms, grabbed as much tit-flesh as she could, and merrily squeezed her udder-like breasts. Her eyelids fluttered, as the drone’s digits played over her sensitive chitin.

As she pressed her cheek to Yvette’s arm, peeking over at the stupefied pony, a coy grin split Mei’s muzzle. “Is this your marefriend?”

“No!!!” Yvette and the unicorns exclaimed in unison, shaken from their reverie by the assertion.

“I...I’m s...so sorry! M...maybe you should come back l...later,” Yvette stammered, a profuse green blush quickly forming on her cheeks. Steadily closing the door, ultimately deciding that being rude was better than dying of embarrassment, she hung her head and stepped back.

“Now now now -” Mei tutted, expertly working the perky pair of erect teats between her hands, “the poor thing clearly came to see you. Isn’t that right, Miss…?” She let the question hang, shifting her focus to the nonplussed pony.

“A...Amaryllis,” the unicorn sputtered, “Amaryllis Primrose.”

Keeping her hands firmly in place, heedless or uncaring of her host’s torment, Mei’s smile broadened. “And how can we help you this afternoon, Miss Primrose?”

“I...I - uh -” Primrose swallowed hard, shifting her focus to Yvette’s face, “I just wanted to come and check on her. I was worried about her, you know, after the thing at the beach this morning.”

The frill on Yvette’s head had only just settled down, before it sprang up again with renewed vigor, as she instantaneously regained a sliver of composure. “Y…you were worried about me?” she weakly croaked, scarcely believing her own ears. Embarrassed from feeling both horny and flustered in front of the caring and stunningly beautiful mare before her, as well as Mei’s incessant kneading of her chest, Yvette brushed a hand back along her crest.

A coy little smile graced the unicorn’s lips, as Primrose nodded. “Y...yeah.”

“How very sweet of you, but I’m afraid you’re interrupting our fun,” Mei mused, grabbing her host’s wrist. Turning away, virtually dragging the taller shapeshifter towards the stairs, she waved at the stricken pony. “I’m sure my friend wouldn’t mind you visiting later, but she may be a bit spent by then…”

Yvette’s mind raced, overclocking itself beyond all reasoning, as she desperately tried to think of how to handle the situation. On one hand, she was genuinely moved that the attractive and kindhearted mare had come to check on her, having gone so far as to track her down, and she wished to chat - on the other, having a very assertive changeling hauling her off to a bed, and doubtlessly more depraved delights, was darn tempting. Metaphorically torn between the pair, she struggled to figure out how best to deal with her pair of visitors. Thankfully, fate intervened.

“C...can I join you?” Primrose audaciously asked. The pair of drones stopped dead, staring at the suddenly flushed and fidgety pony. “I...I mean, if you don’t mind…”

Mei shrugged, releasing her host’s arm. “How about it, Yvette? Care to make this a ménage à trois?”

“Yes!” Yvette half-shouted, nodding a bit too enthusiastically. Quickly realizing that she was a bit too forward with her response, the blush on her face becoming a brighter shade of green, she looked to the unicorn’s face. “I-I mean...Okay!.”

Considering how wild the day had been already, with her giving an impromptu exhibition at the seaside, destroying a bikini, and even going so far as to call an escort to help her relieve some pressure, it was clear that the cosmic deck had been stacked against her. If a pony she’d just met decided to show up on her doorstep and join her for some lewd shenanigans, she saw no harm - after all, they were all adults. Subconsciously appraising the newcomer, her pulse began to race.

Standing just outside the threshold, with a towel hung over one shoulder, the pony’s outfit left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her tri-tone mane and tail sported a number of pastel hues, contrasting against her cream-colored coat. Though her bust appeared downright pitiful compared to the pair of overly-enlarged drones, she still sported a respectable C-cup pair of bosoms - a perfectly reasonable size in Equestria. All in all, she was quite alluring and, judging from her outburst, none too shy about intimate affairs.

Her derrière, on the other hand, was something to admire; her natural size was almost the same as Yvette’s, and that one was thoroughly enhanced with love! She had very little belly to speak of, but that only further accentuated the unicorn’s insane hip-to-waist ratio of at least three-to-one.

Yvette lingered at the bottom of the stairs, before taking the pony’s hand and ascending behind Mei. The closer she drew to her room, the faster her heart started to race. Everything about the situation felt like a dream - an impossibly lewd dream, but a dream nonetheless. As she reached the second floor, she peeked over at the mare.

Walking just beside and slightly behind her, Primrose watched her nearest breast bounce and sway with each step. If she was being totally honest with herself, she’d hoped to run into the unicorn again, having found the attention at the beach titillating, but even she would never have guessed the pony would show up and get involved with the passionate events of the evening. Though she wasn’t sure exactly what they would be getting into, she certainly wasn’t opposed to having a third willing participant.

Ascending the next flight of stairs, the trio happened upon Yvette’s sanctum. The moment she entered her room, with Primrose in tow, Mei struck. Having lurked just within the doorway, out of sight, the escort shot forward and pulled the unicorn aside. The move had been sudden, surprising both Yvette and the pony, yet that didn’t stop the call girl. Bearing a sinister grin, strutting around the dumbfounded newcomer, she appraised the young woman from top to bottom.

“Considering you’re so keen on getting involved, how about you slip out of that little outfit of yours,” she coolly remarked, disapprovingly waving at the mare’s top.

Lifting her hand, having every intention of dispelling the extemporaneous request, Yvette paused. Without skipping a beat, Primrose reached behind herself, undid her bikini, and slipped the article up and over her head. She’d figured the mare was excited, given how quickly she’d leapt at the opportunity to join in the lewd escapades, but she’d underestimated the unicorn’s enthusiasm. In the blink of an eye, and with the flick of her wrist, the pony leaned forward and hauled her bottoms off.

“Better?” Primrose countered, spinning the bikini around one finger.

“Much.” Mei coyly responded, a smug expression forming on her face, “But we’re not done yet. Yvette, if you please?”

Snapped from her lewd daydream of motor-boating Mei and having Primrose eat her out, the engorged drone moved towards the pair, slowly lowering the top of her gown as she did so, exposing what little skin didn’t get covered by the paltry outfit. By the time her chest touched Mei’s, she’d lowered her entire bathrobe down below her waist, and that little bump from their collision was all she needed to let herself undo the cincture around her waist and drop the garment entirely.

“You know,” Primrose started, motioning to the bugs’ bulbous breasts, “I’m starting to feel a little out-boobed here. I never knew that changelings could get so curvy,” she turned towards Mei, standing chest to bean-bags, “let alone that I’d be about to ravish two of them!” She continued, making sure to play with as much of Mei’s titanic tits as she possibly could - she could practically hug each boob alone, they were that huge!

“So tell me, what do they feel like?” She asked, turning her attention away from Mei and back to Yvette. She was hoping to play with her host’s gigantic green glass-cutters, but after getting a more thorough look at her divinely curvaceous host, Primrose felt that fondling any part of Yvette would be more than worth the price of admission.

“These pillowy things?” Yvette replied, using both arms to try and haul up one succulent tit, “Uh… Big? A-And well, soft, and… heavenly...” She struggled to come up with the proper vocabulary to properly explain just how good her overly-swollen teats felt; the entire time that she had had them, it was as though she was flying on a cloud. Taking a moment to think about how she’d felt throughout the day, she became lost in the rush of endorphins, and started to try and idly fondle herself.

“I wouldn’t have put it quite so simply, but yes, she’s quite right, dear.” Mei added, wrapping one arm around Yvette’s back, pressing the sides of their bosoms together and attempting to ignore what her hands were doing, “Sensitive, too - especially the nipples. You should have seen little-miss-pointy earlier; she was practically howling my name, and all I was doing was rubbing a finger on her nipple!”

“Hey!” Yvette interjected, snapping back to reality. She attempted to reach over to indicate her massive green dinner plates, “You did a lot more than fondle these things. If you were any more depraved, I’m sure you’d have tried to get a weathervane involved!” she exclaimed, harrumphing as she crossed her arms and puffed out her profusely blushing cheeks.

“A... Weathervane? Really, Yvette? I hadn’t realized that you were into such things…” Mei cooed, her mind immediately comprehending how two - now three - full-grown mares could do a myriad of depraved things with such an implement.

“Ooh, that sounds like fun,” Primrose eagerly replied; the entire time that she had been staring at the two ravishingly good-looking meals before her, she had felt the fire in her loins grow, and she was willing to try just about anything with her two lovebugs to try and quench it.

“You know,” Yvette started, nearing her breaking point, “we’ve been getting distracted, and we’re missing out on all the real fun.” She attempted to push away from Mei, and steer the conversation back to something more fulfilling. Primrose’s presence had only served to heighten the changeling’s urges, and she was dying to get back to the lewd shenanigans that awaited her. “I want to know more about that big butt of yours!”

“Yvette, do contain yourself,” Mei interjected, taking note of just how flustered Yvette was, “but yes, please do go on about your big butt.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Yvette scrunched her eyes shut and her blush grew stronger. She had realized her horny little outburst; Mei’s words were working exactly as she’d intended, and riled her up even further.

“It’s not that big,” Primrose replied, looking over to Mei and half-assedly attempting to make herself sound modest about her own booty - one that a number of mares in Equestria would kill for, “Really!” She wiggled from side to side, shifting about on the spot as the momentum carried her. Her actions betrayed what she said, showing that she knew full well just how large and sumptuous her posterior was, and how glad she was to have it.

“You’re clearly beating at least one of us in the below-the-waist department.” Mei countered, leaning over Yvette and wafting a hand over at Primrose’s exceptionally wide hips and thick thighs, “And that’s even with both of us rather plumped up.” she continued, grasping her gut and making sure to point out her excess adipose. She brought her host closer, squishing their bosoms together even more, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at least a little envious of it, or Yvette’s, for that matter."

With both of them leaning in so closely, Yvette felt almost overwhelmed at what was going on; to one side she had the hottest changeling she had ever met, and on the other, one of the hottest ponies, and sexcapades involving both of them were extremely imminent. Lost in a miniature stupor, she almost missed Mei’s question.
“So I suppose I could ask you the same question, Primrose: what does that butt feel like?”

“Well, sitting down feels nice, for starters,” Primrose eagerly responded, twirling herself around on the spot and accentuating her softness by launching her supple booty down onto the bed. Landing next to Yvette and opposite Mei with a surprising amount of force, the bed groaned in protest against the sudden additional weight. Her thighs flowed out to cover more of the bed than expected; had she still been wearing her bottoms, they’d have all but disappeared between her thighs.

“And it sure is soft, too. Softer than even Celestia’s mane, if you can believe it!” she continued, wiggling her hips in place, bumping up against her gracious host, causing ripples to dance across her legs and the bed to creak and groan.

“It is? Really?” Yvette wondered aloud. She started idly rubbing the top of one of her breasts, attempting to determine if it was actually possible for something physical to be softer than an ethereal mane. She may have spent a little bit of time at a summit or two with Chrysalis and the princesses, but she was still a very naïve little bugling.

“You aren’t exactly the first mare I’ve heard to claim such a thing, Primrose.” Mei flatly responded. Having been with scores of mares and stallions in her time, she’d heard a dozen mares - and at least one stallion - say the exact same thing about various body parts of theirs.

“Okay, okay, it’s not that soft, but it sure is close! Honest!” the unicorn exclaimed, attempting to save face in front of the pair of plush paramours, to no avail; she resigned to admit defeat against the stout changeling in front of her.

“Softer than Celestia’s mane or not, it is still a delightful derrière.” Mei replied, concocting a devilish plan to surprise both Yvette and the newcomer to their night in. Hauling herself up and off the bed, she walked over and stood in the center of the room. “Your rather pitiful chest, however…” Slowly shaking her head, Mei motioned for Yvette to come closer. “No offense, but I believe you could use a few improvements in your other departments. If you would, please give me your hands.”

Both Yvette and Primrose complied, after a moment’s hesitation. Each mare extended one arm, resting their hands against the escort’s awaiting palms. As the call girl’s horn began to glow, basking them in a soft lavender aura, they anxiously looked to one another. Though the unicorn may not know what the changeling’s profession was, Yvette could only assume some sort of sinful sorcery was being put to work. Sure enough, after a fleeting second, the spellwork’s effects became known.

Primrose stumbled back, freeing herself from Mei’s grasp, but it was too late. Her body rippled, obscenely expanding in almost every way, though a few areas were far more pronounced than others. What had been a pair of respectfully sized breasts inflated at a staggering rate, growing to match the size of Yvette’s impressive rack, while her belly, behind, and thighs did the same. Primrose was shocked at what her body was doing; stumbling in place she fumbled about, trying to reach the end of her growing curves. Each attempt to grasp her then-firm teats was stymied by the mammoth, marshmallowy melons mashing against her meager mitts. Every time she turned to look down at her sumptuous booty, it had gotten at least a few inches bigger. Even her gut managed to grow out enough to support her billowing breasts.

In less than a minute, much to the unabashed amusement of the beaming escort, most of the unicorn’s proportions grew to match her host’s tremendous size; Mei failed to realize it, but she had made a small mistake with the spell, causing it to give Primrose the sum of both her and Yvette’s derrières. As a result, she’d gone from an already astonishingly wide set of birthing hips to an almost-comically wide set of thighs, while still keeping her now-relative pencil-thin waist.

Staring down at herself in disbelief, Primrose pawed at herself. “H...holy shit!” she gasped, running her hands over her swollen figure. “Holy shit!” Reaching everywhere she could, she tried her best to take in all of her newfound curvature; a total shock to her system - something she could only find herself to be turned on by - she desperately wanted to feel up every square inch she could of her extremely pillowy form. Feeling herself up from chest to thighs, she couldn’t resist squeezing and squishing everything she could together.

The sight made Yvette’s mouth water, and her elytra sprung open, yet her curiosity briefly eclipsed her very keen fascination with the enhanced pony. Doing her best to tear her gaze away, she turned to Mei. “What exactly did you do?”

“A mimic spell, although I did take a few liberties with the finer details,” Mei smugly replied, trying and failing to cross her arms over her exaggerated chest. “I can give you the specifics later, if you’d like.”

Yvette nodded, keenly interested in the intricacies of the enchantment, yet that wasn’t a priority. Turning in place, facing the newly improved pony, she drank in the multitude of Primrose’s new curves. The mare’s rack was huge, almost a mirror image of her own, but her ass looked positively gargantuan; though the massive rump was nearly twice as big as her own, it appeared extraordinarily large on the unicorn’s comparably small frame. Her hand subconsciously reached for the girl’s behind, before she caught herself.

“They feel amazing!” Primrose bleated, cupping one giant tit in each hand. Noticing Yvette’s attention, she stepped over and pressed their chests together. “Here, give them a feel!”
The lanky changeling was taken aback, tentatively reaching around to give Primrose as much of a hug as their excessively oversized busts would allow. Throughout, Yvette kept her eyes on as much of the unicorn’s stupendously serendipitous sitzfleisch as she could, imagining what all that supple softness would feel like if it were to bury her entire head.

Noticing where Yvette’s eyes were staring, Mei intervened.“I think -” she interjected, gently patting the pair’s shoulders and pushing them apart, “Yvette would rather indulge herself with your other assets.”

Looking between the two changelings, a wolfish smirk crept across the pony’s face. “Is that so…?”

“M...maybe…” Yvette mumbled, blushing profusely, unable to fully express herself. She was still flustered over her little outburst from earlier, but her attempts to hide that were utterly in vain; it was painfully obvious to those present that she’d worked herself up a storm.

It really wasn’t her fault that she’d effectively found herself trapped with two of the hottest mares she’d ever met! The fact that they were both extremely forward with licentious matters did little to help her predicament. The pure, unrefined yearning permeating from the pony were unmistakable, magnifying her desires to an unimaginable degree. Quite literally pinned between the two, with the cal lgirl having stealthily plastered herself against her back, her marehood practically quivered in anticipation.

“Go on, be honest,” Mei whispered, tickling her ear. “Tell her what you really want…”

“I want her ass on my face,” Primrose blurted, interrupting Yvette before she had a chance to open her mouth, drawing the shapeshifters’ attention.

“You want me... to sit on you?” Yvette countered, taken aback by the request.

“Primrose, Dearest, you’re Yvette’s guest - far be it for you to call all the shots,” Mei clucked, covetously draping her arms over the taller drone’s shoulders. “That being said, how about you lay down on your back and get comfortable - I have an idea…”

As the unicorn practically pranced to the bed, Yvette found herself turned around to face the escort. “What are you…”

“Considering she invited herself in, I’ll give her what she asked for,” Mei quietly remarked. “It’s totally up to you, but you could find a way to enjoy the show and have a bit of fun yourself.”

Yvette lifted a finger, fully intent on inquiring how she would enact such a deed, but then the idea struck her. There was a way she could pleasure her guest, get off, and watch the debauchery unfold, and she knew just how to do it. Her serpent-like tongue played over her lips, as she knowingly nodded and gazed over at the supine pony. Yes, if everything went according to plan, things would work out perfectly.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Mei hummed, patting her host’s shoulder. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ll make myself comfortable.”

The moment the escort finished speaking, she stepped onto the bed - which creaked and groaned under the additional weight - straddled the unicorn’s head, and slowly sank into a deep squat. Stopping mere inches from Primrose’s snout, leaving her engorged, leaking marehood to drool on the pony’s muzzle, Mei beckoned to Yvette. Two was a crowd, but three was a party - prompting the flustered, love-drunk bug to take part in the impending action.

With Primrose positioned in the middle of the bed, slightly closer to the headboard, Yvette was left with enough room to pull off her little scheme. Crawling onto the bed, she heard her bed groan - threatening to give way if there was a feather more atop it - as her titanic breasts dragged along the silken sheets. As she came alongside her newest guest, she spun around, facing away from the action, and flipped onto her back. Getting situated would be the tricky part, but it would definitely be worth it in the end.

“Is she gonna - Mmmph?!” Whatever Primrose was going to say was lost, as the call girl smeared her sopping wet snatch against her face.

“Just relax and try to enjoy yourself,” Mei snickered, exultantly wiggling her hips from side to side. “Are we ready, Darling?”

Sliding one leg under the pony’s back, while positioning the other atop the unicorn’s abdomen, Yvette got herself situated. With Primrose’s marehood pressed against her sex, she propped herself on her elbows. As she’d suspected, her placement couldn’t be more perfect. Able to see virtually all of both her guests, in their plump and shapely glory, what little self-restraint she had evaporated outright.

Bucking her hips, grinding her nethers against the unicorn’s sex, she softly whimpered. The sights, sounds, and sensations alone were enough to get her off, but perceiving the pony’s affection - sweet, merciful Chrysalis - that was something she wouldn’t soon forget. As if waiting for her to begin, almost certainly enjoying the pinned mare’s lust, Mei swiftly joined in on the fun.

Resting on her knees, Mei groped and fondled her tits. Though her nipples had receded, concealing themselves within their little hideaways, they didn’t stay that way for long. Sinking her fingers into the mountainous, wobbling globes, tugging the delicate buds free, she loudly groaned. While Yvette was unsure how much of the act was theatrical, cognizant that the escort was an entertainer, she was inspired all the same.

Primrose, to her credit, took a very active role in the ordeal. Despite having her face buried in one love-bug’s ass, while a second drone was doing her best at scissoring her, she fully committed herself - all of herself. Reaching up, she sank her hands into Mei’s belly and inner thighs, lovingly squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh, as she put most of her effort into rocking her impossible hips up and down. Whether it was from experience or sheer enthusiasm, she juggled the duo of drones with zeal.

Practically beside herself with glee, energetically rubbing her meaty entrance against the mare’s slickened marehood, Yvette only had one regret - that she didn’t have a camera. The scene was like something out of a porno, with three mares shamelessly getting each other off, yet she was a part of it. Drinking in every sensory detail, committing every minutia to memory, she gradually lost herself.

Simply put, between feeling the unicorn’s more than amorous intent, the fact that she’d bedded not one but two total strangers in less than a day, and her preferences for large mares, she slipped into a rut-lust like none other. Her sex drive almost always rode a hair trigger, being both a blessing and a curse, but the raw passion crushed her inhibitions like an angry goddess. With her sex all but scrubbing the pony’s fat and very pronounced puss, she crept ever-closer to her limit.

Little by little, bit by bit, the trio grew increasingly fervent. With each gyration, the springs in the mattress squeaked, the bed frame creaked, and Yvette grew ever-larger; each movement of what was easily over a ton of bug and pony inched the bed closer and closer to its demise, and Yvette’s increasing mass only served to hasten it.

Though they were very much enjoying themselves, each took care to pleasure one another. The three steadily adjusted themselves, maximizing both their efforts and access to their wealth of goods. While Mei leaned forward, keen on playing with the unicorn’s teats, Primrose cocked and braced one leg to better stimulate her host.

Since Yvette had every intention of continuing to watch, yet hoping to put her hands to better use, she levitated a trio of pillows and moved them under her shoulders. Then free from supporting herself, she reached around her expansive chest and fumbled for her nipples. Be darned if her rack wasn’t going to go unmolested, even if she had to do it herself, so she swiftly remedied the predicament.

Downright hauling on each teat, squishing her breasts together using her arms, she bit her lower lip. The added stimulation was a welcome one, but it pushed her to the very brink. It was too late to pull back, having crossed a point of no return, and all she could do was pray that her guests were close to the finish line. Unable to restrain herself any longer, with the fuse to her release all but burnt out, she flew into a frenzy.

Pouring - no, nearly forcing her amorous vigor into Mei and Primrose, sharing the passion they’d so wantonly gorged her with, her outburst of energy coincided with her climax. The effect was devastating, causing the escort and unicorn to instantaneously reach their limit. Braying to the heavens, lewdly squirting and gushing orgasmic nectar, they came alongside their host.

The tandem orgasm was, by no small margin, the most intense thing Yvette had ever experienced - so much so that she feared that she may pass out from the experience. Every part of her went alight with pure, unadulterated rapture, as she spasmed and cried out along with her guests. Her crest peaked, her limbs shook, and her heart thundered in her chest, as the ruinous and wondrous gates of nirvana opened for her.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, she lazily peered down at her duo of lovers. Much like herself, Mei and Primrose seemed pretty bad off. Both mares lay flopped atop the bed, with the drone having fallen off her makeshift seat, both hauling air into their lungs. Each of them, herself included, were positively dripping in sweat and love juices, the mattress was more than likely soaked, and she wouldn’t be surprised if her neighbors had heard the trio of bawdy screaming, yet she couldn’t be bothered to care. As far as she was concerned, the mess and any potential issues she would have to deal with could wait until later.

“That was amazing,” Primrose weakly coughed, grinning from ear to ear. “You gals do this all the time?”

“N...no,” Mei falteringly murmured, her composure all but broken, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to it…”

As Yvette went to reply, shakily pushing herself up and struggling to clamber out from under Primrose’s gigantic thigh, she went rigid. Listening carefully, she could hear the wood making up the bed make some unsettling sounds. Apparently her little outburst had done more than just drive the two mares to finish - much, much more. Her breasts were even larger than before; earlier, they had just been covering nearly the entirety of her torso - now they covered her knees. She may have focused on her bust, but she could tell that they weren’t the only things which had been affected. If the pronounced sag in the mattress was anything to go by, her rump, legs, and belly had all suffered a similar fate.

Daring to move herself around a little was a mistake; the shift in weight atop the mattress was the final straw for the ill-fated furniture, as the slats gave way with a loud SNAP! And Primrose fell down along with the bed. Crashing with a soft thud, the sudden displacement caused the two changelings to slip down into the crater alongside her in a mountain of soft, supple flesh, leaving all three dazed for a second or two.

“So,” Primrose began, catching her breath from the drop, and awkwardly heaving herself out from under the changelings and to one side, “are you always this big and beautiful, or is this some sort of special occasion?”

“T...the latter,” Yvette grumbled, slightly displeased with the turn of events. The destruction of her bed, while unfortunate, wasn’t all that surprising; she alone probably weighed several-hundred pounds, and if she were to guess, both Mei and Primrose weren’t too far behind - Primrose especially, given that one of her thighs was about as wide as she was overall.

Yvette had hoped to end the day on a bright note, which it had, although all her careful work and planning of reducing her size had gone straight out the window - if anything, she was even bigger than when she’d left the beach! With a resigned sigh, she flopped her head back and peered at the ceiling. While she had thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected and exceptionally ribald romp, she hadn’t calculated to engorge herself on a pony’s energy.

Affectionately stroking her host’s calf, Primrose slyly worked her fingers closer to Yvette’s crotch. “What’s the plan now? You gals want to go again?”

“Perhaps in a bit,” Mei sighed, unsteadily swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Our host may need a moment to recuperate, and I’m going to find something to drink.”

“I mean, if you’re thirsty…” the unicorn trailed off, spreading her gargantuan legs and rubbing her crotch.

“Please,” Mei huffed, holding up a hand, “don’t tempt me. Would either of you two want something from the kitchen?”

“Maybe a glass of water,” Primrose chirped, surprisingly energetic for one who just doused the bed sheets. “You?” she inquired, peeking over at the enlarged homeowner.

Yvette shook her head, yet didn’t say a word. She couldn’t care less if Mei rummaged around in her kitchen - heck, it wasn’t like there was anything she could do to stop the drone, even if she’d wanted to; it’s not like she’d be able to fit through her own doorways now, anyway - regardless, she felt fantastic, with a lingering euphoria hazing her mind, but that did little to help her physical state. For buck’s sake, it wasn’t even mid-afternoon and she felt as though she’d been on a roller coaster; if she wasn’t careful, reining herself in, the day was going to get a lot more complicated…