Busty Bug Burlesque

“You gals have no idea how lucky you are,” Primrose hummed, laying atop the mattress while casually groping her expansive bust, “that was the best thing ever!”

Yvette smiled over at her newfound friend, taking joy from the pegasus’ innocently lewd appreciation of her altered body. She could sympathize to a degree, knowing that there were few if any other creatures on Equestria who could modify their physiques the way changelings could, so she vicariously relished the mare’s experience - that was, until she looked over at her second guest. Standing at the bedside, watching the scene with a look of consternation, Mei scrunched her snout.

Pushing herself up, having expended a decent amount of her energy, she knit her brow. “Is everything alri-”

“A word, if you please,” the call girl murmured, waving to her host.

Swinging her legs from the mattress and awkwardly getting to her hooves, Yvette trotted over to her fellow shapeshifter. As far as she was concerned, the day had been a resounding success, with herself and her guests having all enjoyed themselves, which made Mei’s reaction all the more off-putting. Leaning down and bringing her ear to the shorter woman’s muzzle, she tried not to get worked up over what was more than likely nothing.

“I’m glad Primrose is having fun, because we might have a problem,” Mei whispered, peeking over at the pegasus. “That spell I cast on her wore out nearly an hour ago…”

“What?!” Yvette hissed, before the whore’s hand clamped over her mouth. Looking over at the pony for herself, she noticed what had happened; despite Primrose’s soft belly having disappeared, and her breasts shrinking considerably, she was still considerably larger than when she had joined the duo. Much to Yvette’s delight, her thighs were still as large and as soft as when the spell had first been applied.

“Um -” Primrose grunted, shifting herself around and only then noticing how tense the pair of drones were, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, but actually no,” Mei replied, sidestepping her temporary employer. “I don’t want to cause you undue distress, but there’s a small chance that you may be stuck like that for a while. Some creatures have an, shall we say, affinity for particular enchantments, so you might -”

“Really?!” the pegasus excitedly bleated, awkwardly rolling from the remains of the bed to bounce and jiggle her way over to the changelings.

The prostitute paused, squinting up at the pony, before giving a single nod. “From your reaction, I presume you’re not concerned by this…”

“Concerned?” Primrose scoffed, nonchalantly grabbing her engorged tits and giving them a good squeeze. “If this is somehow permanent, I’ll owe you big time!”

Not only was Yvette surprised by the elated reaction, but also by the fact that she might be witnessing an exceedingly rare arcane mishap - something that she’d have to study later. While there wasn’t supposed to be such a thing as a permanent spell, there were documented instances of arcane mishaps that would not go away on their own. The explanation for such odd occurrences was exceptionally rare, and research on the topic was almost nonexistent, yet they were certainly real enough - that being said, the development presented a number of problems.

Despite her guest’s enthusiasm, she may be in a bit of a pickle. For starters, the girl’s discarded clothing would not be up for containing her newfound overabundance of bust, butt, and thighs - secondly, and more prudently, the metamorphosis may impact the mare’s job or personal life. As fun as having a rather enhanced physique was, if only for one’s own amusement, it could and often would come with a number of drawbacks. In Primrose’s case, fitting through most doorways would prove to be difficult.

“Just in case your condition is lasting, let me see if I have any spare clothes you can use,” Yvette murmured, crossing her chamber to rifle through her chest of drawers; she was sure that she had bought something large enough in the past that’d fit the pegasus.

“Considering I may be partially to blame for this, I’ll make a few calls and pull a few strings. If we’re lucky, I’ll have a solution for this issue in the next day or two - if not, well, I can suggest a tailor who could easily accommodate a mare of your…dimensions,” Mei added, gathering up her kimono. “In any case, I’ll leave you lovely young ladies to your evening. And Yvette?”

“Huh?” the tall shapeshifter grunted, withdrawing from and peeking out from her closet.

“I left my card on your nightstand. Should you ever find yourself lonely, feel free to give me a jingle,” the call girl hummed, holding her pinky to her mouth and her thumb to her ear.

Yvette smiled, trying and failing to look relaxed. She’d be lying if she even tried to say she hadn’t had a ball with her fellow changeling, and she had every intention of seeing the woman again in the future - if not for a good time, then simply to chat and socialize. Waving her goodbye, she tracked the strumpet for hire’s generous backside out of her room.

“Was great meeting you!” Primrose chirped, waving her hand above her head.

Turning her attention back to the pegasus, seeing the girl’s bust and behind wobble about freely, Yvette fought back a thrilled shiver. Her guest was either blissfully unaware of how enticing she looked, simply didn’t care about showing off her body, was trying to get her worked up, or some combination of the three - regardless, despite having climaxed several times that day, her ravenous hunger stirred. Snatching up an older, oversized t-shirt she’d bought to cover up her own bust-related shenanigans some time ago, she trotted over to the exuberant mare and handed the garment over - if only to spare herself from getting too riled up.

“Thanks,” the pony hummed, taking and attempting to squeeze into the article. Only barely having managed to fit her heaving bosoms into the still-inadequately sized shirt, she lifted her arms and turned to fully face her host. “How do I look?”

In truth, she looked as obscene as she did silly. The fabric over her chest was strained to the breaking point - the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible, and her lower belly and crotch were left fully exposed. While it was better than having the pegasus parade about in the buff, Yvette could already tell her guest’s presence was going to be a not-so-little problem.

“How about you help yourself to a shower,” she stated, nodding towards the ensuite. “I’m sure you’ll feel a bit better after washing up - besides, I’m going to try to find something a bit larger in -”

“Want to join me?” Primrose inquired, cutting her off and utterly derailing her train of thought.

“I…what?” she sputtered, looking to the mare’s face.

“You know, join me? In the shower,” the pegasus clarified, squirming out of the shirt. “I’d hate to use up all the hot water, so I thought we could kill two birds with one stone.”

The casual statement, paired with the sight of the girl’s body, gave Yvette a moment for pause. She had taken a shower earlier, prior to Primrose’s arrival, and she hadn’t planned on bathing again that evening, although the opportunity for getting clean with her guest was too good to pass up. With a reluctant sigh, promising herself that they were just going to bathe, she sauntered towards the washroom and motioned for the pony to follow.

Moving to the tub, hearing the mare behind her, she bent over and set the water running to warm. Given the relaxed and sexually-charged nature of her day, she hadn’t considered that doing something so innocuous would have any repercussions, but she was proven wrong. Before she could straighten up, a pair of hands cupped and squeezed her monumental buns, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“Sorry, sorry,” Primrose bleated, throwing her hands up and reflexively stepping back, noticing that the changeling’s headpiece had spiked up, “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Recovering from the scare, Yvette studied the mare, once again taken by surprise about how forward and carefree she was, and sighed. “It’s alright - just warn me next time.”

A bashful grin split the pony’s face, as she looked her host over. “May you mind if I ask you something?”

“Given what we were doing earlier, I don’t see how a question could hurt - shoot,” Yvette giggled, the pony’s blissful nature becoming infectious.

“So what’s it like?” Primrose inquired.

Yvette piqued a brow and glanced back at the girl, as she stepped into the basin and under the warm spray of water. “What’s what like?”

“Being able to change how you look,” the mare clarified, moving to and into the tub behind her host. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’ve never really had the chance to talk much with a changeling about it before,” she hastily added.

The genuine curiosity was a refreshing change of pace, yet the drone’s smile faltered. “That… That’s a good question, actually, but it’s a bit tricky to explain. I suppose that shapeshifting is… it’s sort of like tensing a muscle - it takes a bit of energy to do, and it will eventually wear you down, but it’s not all that difficult.”

Helping herself to a bar of soap and washcloth from the wall-mounted soap dish, Primrose lathered the bit of fabric. “Ok, I can kinda see that, but how does it feel?”

“Feel? Now that really depends,” Yvette responded, closing her eyes and rinsing her face under the shower head. “The larger or more complex or large a form is, the harder it is to turn into and maintain. As for what it feels like, that’s a bit harder to articulate; it doesn’t really feel like much of anything, to be honest. It’s like putting on clothes; you might wear something different, but you’re still you underneath it all.”

“Huh -” the pony grunted, steadily washing her way down the changeling’s back, “and I always assumed it felt nicer than that.”

“Feeding is what feels nice,” the drone corrected, rearing back and peeking over her shoulder. “It’s like having a satisfying meal, but it also comes with a huge rush of energy and euphoria.”

“I can definitely get behind that thought,” Primrose snickered, peering down at the bug’s bounteous backside. “So that time at the beach, was that you feeding, or were you just showing off to everypony?”

Only vaguely aware of where the pony’s hands were wandering, Yvette pinched the bridge of her snout. She could have easily lied to the girl, boasting that she’d intentionally made a scandalous scene for herself, but that didn’t feel right. Taking a deep breath, telling herself that there was nothing wrong with opening up about her somewhat unusual circumstances, she dipped her head.

“That was the former. The act of feeding off the love of others isn’t the same for all of us. Some have more self control than others, while a few can barely restrain how and when they satiate themselves,” she muttered, hoping her guest wouldn’t think less of her. “In my case, it’s impossible for me to rein in my latent ability to siphon energy and it’s even more difficult for me than other drones to burn through the power I do accumulate.”

Easing herself into a squat, bringing her face to the shapeshifter’s supple tush, the pony peered up at her host. “So, kinda like an eating disorder?”

“Something similar to one, yes,” the drone replied, only then noticing where her guest was situated. “Hey, what are you -”

“If I’m gonna help wash you, I have to help wash all of you,” Primrose nonchalantly remarked, kneading the woman’s rump and upper thighs. “Anyway, back to the topic - wouldn’t that make us similar?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to Yvette until that moment, yet her guest’s assertion was uncannily accurate. She’d always had trouble with unintentionally feasting on others, not to mention the prolific results thereof, and the pony seemed to be in a similar situation. Though the spellwork had simply been meant to temporarily modify the mare’s figure, there was a slim, albeit all too real chance that the enchantment had resulted in a perpetual shift in aesthetic.

“I…It appears that way,” she whispered, trying and failing to come up with something reassuring to say. “In any case, I’m sorry that - Eeep!”

She squeaked and tensed, feeling something bury itself into the cleft of her ass. Twisting and peering back at herself, wondering what in the hell was going on, her eyes widened. The mare was either far, far more comfortable than she assumed, or way hornier than she’d originally thought - in either case, the girl’s entire face was entombed in her pillowy posterior. The revelation and sinful sensation of hot breath against her nethers was thrilling, yet not nearly as exciting as the amorous energy which she only then realized she’d been unwittingly steeping in.

Doing a hasty and nearly panicked assessment of herself, weighing each mountainous mammary with her hands, she pursed her lips. In the scant amount of time since Mei’s departure, she could already tell that she’d packed on a few pounds and, if she didn’t put things to a halt, it wouldn’t be long before she was in a worse condition than she’d been in before the beach mare’s arrival. Exerting virtually every ounce of her will, focusing on not cutting off the veritable banquet her guest was offering on a curvaceous platter, she turned around, stood the girl up, and steadily exhaled.

“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, but we’ll both be in a pickle if you keep doing that,” she huffed, desperately failing to hide how flustered she was. “N…not that I don’t enjoy it.”

“Shoot, sorry again,” the pegasus lamented, stepping back and removing her mitts from the drone’s ample hips. “It’s just that, well, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

The simple compliment was more compelling than being groped, making Yvette’s heart skip a beat. “For what it’s worth, you’re quite easy on the eyes yourself.”

Primrose beamed, her cheeks darkening slightly, as she started washing herself. “Thanks, that means a lot,” she hummed, passing the soap and cloth over to her host. “So that energy thing, does it work both ways?”

“While I can feed off creatures at will, it’s much easier if they freely and willingly supply their love,” Yvette explained, starting the process of cleaning herself.

“The reason I ask is because I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to return the favor from earlier - like, if you wanted to,” the pony hummed, wheeling around to dampen her mane.

Yvette’s mouth went dry, as she gazed at the girl’s extremely generous rump. Having lacked any amorous attention for ages left her in a compromising position, not to mention the fact that she’d just fooled around with the mare, so being offered an opportunity to enjoy her guest’s sublime body proved too much to bear. Sinking to her knees, promising herself that she wouldn’t lose control, she lovingly caressed her guest’s ample ass.

The sensation of doughy flesh against her fingers was compelling, the view of the pony’s derrière was fantastic, but the delicate aroma - sweet, merciful Chrysalis, the aroma was to die for. A heady cocktail of the traditional olfactory and preternatural scent of lust, topped with a hint of raspberries, her guest’s aura was like the finest of wines. As she fought the growing urge to sate herself, grappling with the impulse to jam her face to the pegasus’ marehood, the unthinkable happened - Primrose bent over.

Her muzzle drifted closer and closer to the immaculately presented rear, like a moth drawn to a frame, until she finally comprehended what she was doing. They’d just had a very rousing, wild, and wholly impulsive bout of sex, which had led to their enlarged and sullied states, so indulging herself a second time would only make matters worse - for goodness’ sake, she was a grown drone, not some impetuous, young nymph! Shaking her head and clearing her thoughts, attempting to force her id back into its cage, she was wholly unaware that she’d slipped right into her guest’s trap.

Rolling her hips back and forcing Yvette’s head against the wall, Primrose planted her ass squarely on the oblivious changeling’s head. Perhaps the pony thought she was being funny, or maybe she genuinely wanted another round with her host - in the end, the final result was the same. The drone’s hands flew to her hips, as a long, serpentine tongue plunged into her slavering marehood.

Taken wholly off guard, Yvette’s instincts slipped from her clutches and ran rampant. Hungrily feasting upon the pony’s loins, breathing in the ambrosial musk of the mare’s snatch, it took everything she had to not drain the girl dry. One small benefit of her unfortunate condition was that her sexual preferences actually made her life much easier than it could have been. Siphoning off others was natural for her, but it was much, much more pronounced when she was taking a submissive role.

The contented groans and blissful tremors from her guest were divine - more than enough inspiration for her to continue. Twisting her head ever so slightly, plunging her tongue into Primrose’s canal, she experimentally probed the girl’s depths. She’d studied pony anatomy enough to know that the females had a particularly sensitive area hidden within their sex, and that’s exactly what she intended to find. Gradually lapping at every bit of the pegasus’ velvety inner walls, she felt her guest tremble - bingo.

Having found just what she was looking for, she set upon the mare like a carnal champion. While she wasn’t one to toot her own horn, there was no denying that her tongue was simply superior to a pony’s; at nearly a foot long, forked, and fully articulate, the claim was simply a cold, hard fact - a fact she had every intention of demonstrating to her new friend. Wriggling her head lower, she tenderly lipped the pegasus’ winking, bulging clit.

Primrose’s moans raised an octave, while she ground her drooling sex against her host’s face. It was just the reaction that Yvette had hoped for, spurring her onward with gusto. Truth be told, she got as much joy from administering love as she did feasting upon it. It was rare for her to get any sort of sexual action, so having the chance to doll out the pleasure to someone other than herself. Staving off the temptation to play with herself, if only to help her abstain from growing any bigger faster than she already was, she continued the licentious task undeterred.

On and on she went, subtly modifying her technique all the while, as her guest shifted her weight from side to side. Yvette was sure that she could take the full weight of the enhanced pegasus, but wasn’t sure about the wall behind her. She nipped and teased, using her tongue every which way, and played with as much of the mare’s plush tush as she could reach, until things inevitably came to a head. Shaking from her hooves to the tip of her head, nearly quaking with bliss, Primrose unleashed a climactic howl that reverberated throughout the bathroom, moments before a torrent of nectar baptized Yvette. Gulping down what she could, pleased with her performance, the drone gave her guest’s sopping wet, quivering snatch a parting kiss, before ultimately letting the mare peel away from her face and getting to her hooves.

“Would that be enough to return the favor?” she purred, waggling her eyebrows at the girl.

“Y…yeah, that’ll do it alright,” Primrose croaked, unsteadily turning around to face her host. “At least we’re already in the shower.”

Yvette winced, reminded of the mess awaiting them within her chamber. The bed was in utter shambles, more than likely drenched in the collective juices from their romp, the sheets were in disarray and equally sullied, and she wouldn’t be at all surprised if the floor and some of their clothing had suffered collateral damage. All in all, though the afternoon had been wildly thrilling, there was still much to be done - not to mention the issue of both her and the pony’s overly-enlarged physiques.

Ignorant to her host’s growing anxiety, with her amorous intentions apparently sated, Primrose eventually started to wash herself in earnest. “Any plans for this evening?”

“Aside from tidying up and looking through my Sparkles catalogue for a new bed, no, nothing in particular,” Yvette grumbled, lathering her face and dorsal fin.

“In that case, do you want some company? The only thing I was thinking about doing later was getting some pizza, but I’d be more than happy to order a pie for the two of us,” the mare asserted, wiping one eye and peeking over at the nonplussed drone.

“Really?” Yvette blurted, genuinely taken aback by the offer.

“After everything you did for me, and to me,” Primrose snickered, taking a moment to squeeze her titanic rack, “it’s the least I can do - that and I certainly wouldn’t mind chatting with you.”

The drone opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say or how to react. As impossible as it seemed, the pony seemed sincere. She’d half-expected the young woman to gather her things and disappear into the night, possibly never to be seen again, yet that wasn’t the case - no, the pegasus actually wanted to spend time with her.

“We don’t have to,” the mare weakly laughed, playfully punching the changeling’s shoulder, “I just thought it would be nice to, you know, hang out.”

“No!” Yvette coughed, immediately waving her hands. “I mean, yes! Yes, I’d like you to stay for a while!”

Seeing the pegasus' smile broaden, just before the girl wheeled around to rinse off her mane, Yvette felt a glimmer of something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. She’d never been all that social, having what some would consider uninteresting hobbies and being markedly tall for a drone, and there were perilously few who she could consider to be true friends. Grinning to herself, unable to tamp down the hope of forging a bond with the pony, she let her guest be while she finished washing herself.

The remainder of their shower was relatively uneventful, save for an almost inappropriate amount of casual groping of each other’s curves, and the pair dried off and moved back into the disaster area that was the bedroom. Fortunately for Yvette, Twisted dived in and offered to help without being asked. It was a bit embarrassing to have someone she’d known for less than a day handle her dirty linens and discarded undergarments - then again, they had become intimately familiar with one another at a record pace. It was only after the remains of the bed had been set aside and the mattress had been made in its place, a load of laundry started, and the floor given a brisk mop that they turned their efforts elsewhere.

Unfortunately for the both of them, finding garments which fit and were suitable for going out was no easy task and took a bit of creative problem solving. Yvette was barely able to squeeze into her largest outfit, a billowy t-shirt and pair of seemingly-indestructible yoga pants, while Primrose quite literally threw an outfit together for herself. Borrowing a bed sheet and a single window curtain from her host, she fashioned herself a sarong and makeshift tube top - an inventive and frankly ingenious solution that would, if nothing else, allow her to go out and about without attracting too much attention.

With all the necessities dealt with, and the sun having dipped below the horizon, Primrose ordered them pizza while Yvette prepared them some fruit smoothies, using some ingredients she happened to have laying around - it was the least she could do, considering her guest had bought them dinner and been fine company to keep, and it was also an excuse for her to try some Equestrian food that she considered to be exotic. It was oddly refreshing having a guest around, so she was in no rush to shoo the girl away. With all the important deeds done, and two piping hot pies delivered, the duo finally sat down and rested their hooves.

“It’s hard to believe you’re from the Griffish Isles,” Yvette remarked, having swallowed down a mouthful of her mushroom pizza. “You only have the barest hint of an accent.”

“And I can hardly believe you’ve lived so close to me without me seeing you before!” Primrose exclaimed, waving a slice of her pineapple and ham at her host. “Listen, I know you said you’ve only lived here for a few months, and that you’re not the going out type, but you should really reconsider! We’re in Baltimare, for buck’s sake - nobody is going to care if you’re a little bigger than average!”

“I guess,” the drone hummed, lowering her gaze, “but it’s easier said than done. Do you have any idea how many folks are into tall women?” Glancing up at the pony’s face, seeing the girl’s grin, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “Scratch that…”

“Listen, I can totally see how it would be a pain in the butt - especially with your ginormous buggy butt, but what if I told you I had a plan,” Primrose mused, shuffling closer. “All we gotta do is go on a date.”

At the mention of the word date, Yvette aspirated a mouthful of her smoothie and broke into a coughing fit. “Date?!” she rasped between hacks, tearfully looking her guest in the face.

“Not necessarily a date date! Look, if people think we’re an item, they’ll be less inclined to pay you any mind - at least, not in a lustful way! And if we go out together, I could run interference and help with any problems that pop up!” the pegasus explained, wrapping an arm around the weakly choking changeling.

“I…I don’t know,” the drone murmured, peering down past the vast amount of her guest’s captivating cleavage to the floor.

It was definitely an enticing offer, and the pony’s logic was solid, but it would still be a big step for her. Her last foray to the beach had ended disastrously, even if she enjoyed it deep down; it had inadvertently introduced her to the chipper young pegasus, and she was still a bit anxious about making a second attempt. Feeling her guest withdraw, she looked to the side.

“What if I made it interesting,” Primrose began. “Next Monday morning, we’ll go to the beach - the same spot on the beach we first saw each other at. If everything goes smoothly, you’ll owe me dinner - if everything goes tits up, metaphorically speaking, I’ll owe you dinner. What do you say?”

Seeing a hand thrust in her direction, Yvette did something that even surprised herself - she shook the mare’s hand. Mondays typically weren’t typically a busy day on the shore, though she’d have to take time off work to meet the mare again, and the warranty on her swimsuit meant she could get another one easily enough, but there was another, far far stronger motivator at play - she wanted to see more of the girl. Though the date wasn’t necessarily a romantic endeavor, the prospect of making an honest to goodness friend pushed her to push herself.

With hope in her heart and a smile on her lips, standing in defiance of the anxiety which constantly hounded her, she nodded. “It’s a date…”