Getting Out of Hoof

Pulling the blanket over her face, shielding herself from the sunlight pouring through her window, Cadance quietly grumbled to herself. It had been the first uninterrupted night of sleep she’d had in what felt like ages, so she was darn tempted to stay in bed, doze back off, and shirk her responsibilities for the day. She turned her head to one side and attempted to roll over - attempted in that she tried and instantly failed.

Utterly confused, her thoughts groggy and unfocused, she scrunched her snout. Something wasn’t right. It felt like something had just squeezed her bosoms together when she’d gone to shift from her back to her side, but that couldn’t be right ~ could it? Shining was right next to her, snoring softly to himself, and Flurry was dozing in her crib, so what the hay was going on?

She lifted the blanket covering her, peeked down at herself, and knit her brow. The spell she’d used the day before had increased the size of her bust substantially and amplified her milk production by an order of magnitude, but that had been nearly a full twenty-four hours ago! Enchantments grew weaker with time, not stronger ~ so why in the heck did it look like her rack had gotten even larger?”

“Shining,” she murmured, blindly throwing a forehoof to the side to shake her husband’s shoulder. “Shining, wake up.”

“W…wha?” he dazedly groaned, his unfocused eyes opening and looking over at her.

Gazing down her chest, Cadance nodded to her groin. “Do - uh - do those look bigger to you?”

It took Shining a moment to collect himself, yawning and stretching before he leaned against her shoulder. “Does what look…”

“Yeah…” she whispered, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. As he stared at her tits, the cover over his groin steadily rose. “Thanks - very helpful…”

“I - um…” he sputtered, ignoring his growing erection while he slipped off the bed. Getting to his hooves, he trotted to the end of the mattress, ignited his horn, and levitated the sheets off of her. “Did you do the spell again?”

Shaking her head, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “Shining, for buck’s sake, I just got up - besides, why would I cast the spell again? The darn things were big enough yesterday!”

He stepped forward and out of sight, obscured by the hovering covers. “They definitely look bigger - not that I’m complaining.”

“Well I’m glad you - Gah!” she yelped as something pressed against her breast.

Acting on impulse, startled by his touch, she squirmed and threw her weight to the side - an act which set off a very unfortunate domino effect. Clamped between her thighs, her milk-laden teats sprayed milk over the bed, Shining, herself, and the floor. As if making a mess wasn’t embarrassing and inconvenient enough, the sensations which accosted her were beyond belief. Her bosoms had always been a weak point of hers, and they’d grown more sensitive after she’d delivered Flurry, but the unimaginable bliss which washed over her caught her completely off guard.

She writhed in place, overcompensating before she fell off the side of the bed and to the floor. Landing with a dull thump on the carpet, on her back with her legs splayed, she stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. This was bad - this was really, really bad. Having a giant set of knockers would have been inconvenient enough in and of itself, but having a giant set of knockers that were as sensitive as her clit would present a whole host of other problems.

“Candance!” Shining shouted, rushing around and to her side. “Cadance, are you ok?”

As she was showered with dairy, her breasts acting like a pair of obscene sprinklers, she nodded. “I’m not hurt, if that’s what you’re asking…”

Though his tone and expression reeked of concern, the turgid length hanging between his legs was a clear indicator that he wasn’t that worried. “A…anything I can do?”

“Maybe helping me get up would be a start?” she mirthlessly countered.

“Right,” he whispered, igniting his horn and surrounding her with his rose-colored aura.

Lending her own sorcerous might to the endeavor, she called upon her magic to help lift herself. She drifted upward from the floor, suspended in air, and languidly spun into a standing position. While she could have easily performed the maneuver herself, having Shining help would serve a number of purposes; for starters, her inappropriately lustful husband needed to realize her predicament was no joking matter - secondly and most importantly, the last thing she needed was for him to figure out just how vulnerable her teats were.

Once she was lowered onto her hooves, she turned her head and peeked back at herself. As she’d suspected, her breasts had grown some over the night. With her rigid, pronounced nipples nearly touching the floor, each tit was nearly as big as - no, bigger than her head. She ponderously walked toward her vanity to get a better look at herself, praying she didn’t appear as unbecoming as she presumed - sadly, as her reflection came into view, she was proven wrong. She didn’t look unbecoming in the slightest - no, she looked downright slatternly.

Her sensual curves, plump thighs, and generous rump somehow accentuated her newfound, oversized tits, leaving her nonplussed. On one hoof, she wouldn’t deny that her sexual appeal had been elevated into the stratosphere by her gargantuan rack - on the other, it was hardly fitting for the Princess of Love to resemble a big-breasted exotic dancer! As she turned in place and inspected herself, Shining drifted to her side.

“Do they hurt?” he asked, risking a glance beneath her.

“No, they don’t - wait,” she croaked, cocking her head as she peered at the mirror.

She extended her wings and rubbed her eyes, not believing what she was seeing. Not only had her bosoms gotten bigger - all of her had gotten bigger. Ordinarily speaking, Shining was just a hair taller than herself, but that was no longer the case. Shuffling over to him, placing herself directly at his size, she noticed that she now had an inch or so of height on him.

Shining’s confusion mirrored his wife’s as he looked at her reflection. “You weren’t always that tall ~ were you?”

“No, Shining…” she muttered, closing her eyes and rubbing her temple.

Slowly breathing in through her mouth and out through her nose, she thought about everything that had happened since she’d cast the enchantment on herself - that was until something brushed against her nipple. Suppressing a thrilled shiver, she whipped her head around and found Shining placing an empty tea cup beneath one of her leaking breasts.

“What?” he bleated. “It’s better than you drenching the carpet!”

“That is not helping,” she growled.

Stepping back, he glowered. “Well excuse me for trying to prevent a mess. Would you rather I drain them?”

She opened her mouth to reply, a scathing rebuttal on her lips, but she hesitated. Regardless of what was happening to her, leaving a trail of milk everywhere she went would be neither prudent or decent - as such, maybe he did have a point. With Flurry still fast asleep, the only option for relieving a bit of the pressure would be her devoted, albeit somewhat lecherous husband. With a resigned sigh, she cantered back to the bed.

“Just…just get a bucket before you do anything…” she groaned, already regretting what she was about to do.

He shot her a crisp salute and disappeared in a flash of light, going off to Celestia knows where to find a pail. Honestly, the whole situation was terribly inconvenient. Though she felt fine, if not a bit hungry, she’d need to find a solution for her predicament and soon. She strolled to the foot of her bed, placed her forehooves on the mattress, and pushed herself onto her hind legs while she waited for Shining’s return.

The stallion didn’t take long to complete his quest, reappearing with a little metal bucket sorcerously suspended beside himself. “This was the biggest I could find at the farmers’ depot.”

“Really - you really went and got a milk bucket?” she huffed as he trotted to her.

He shrugged and smirked, his cheeks darkening ever so slightly. “It was either that or a milking machine, but I didn’t think -”

“Just…let’s get this over with…” she hissed.

Holding herself steady, she braced her hind legs while he got into position. He slid the pail under her, situating it beneath one teat, and peeked up at her face. It was ironic - even with all the kinky stuff they’d done before, having been very open to all sorts of sexual experimentation, being milked like a farm animal had to be one of the most humiliating she’d ever subjected herself to! She looked away and screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch him perform the mortifying act.

“Just gotta,” he softly noted.

She couldn’t say exactly what he did, sensing what felt like his aura ensconcing her bosoms, but it felt absolutely divine. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, forcing her to stifle a throaty moan. She’d fully anticipated being milked would feel nice, but she’d had no way of knowing it would be an experience bordering on the divine.

Alternating squeezing her teats, he chuckled softly to himself. “Somepony’s having fun…”

“S…shut up!” she whimpered, glaring back at him with a single eye.

While she wouldn’t vocally how incredible it felt to have him play with her tits, her body betrayed her. Her legs trembled, her tail flagged, and her marehood angrily winked and drooled, dribbling nectar down her inner thigh. As she went to look away, she caught sight of her own reflection in the nearby mirror and froze.

She didn’t consider herself a haughty mare by any means, but she’d be lying if the sight of herself being treated like a cow wasn’t one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. The weight she’d put on while being pregnant with Flurry was mostly still there, softening her figure and emphasizing her curves, and her marginally increased size made her appear like some ancient fertility goddess. She swung her hips over and arched her back, getting a better look at herself.

Shining happily hummed to himself, caressing her side while slapping his stallionhood against his underbelly. As much as she wanted to chastise him for getting off, she found it hard to fault him. She was his wife, they’d brought a foal into the world, and he was clearly turned on by the sight of her - for goodness’ sake, she should be flattered that he was so aroused! Shifting her focus to his face, she quietly cleared her throat.

“Shining - um…” she uneasily began. “Would you rather use your mouth?”

Beaming up at her, he gave a small bow. “Only if you don’t mind.”

She didn’t reply - couldn’t reply, but she let her actions speak for herself. Taking care to maintain her balance, she lifted a hind leg and gave him unfettered access to her loins. Wasting no time, keeping the pail where it rested, he shot out and latched to her presented teat like a ravenous foal. His magic and hooves had been pleasant - more than pleasant, but his mouth - sweet, merciful Celestia, his mouth was heavenly.

It took everything she had to remain standing, nearly collapsing atop him as she was wracked with pure, indulgent rapture. He hungrily gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her milk, continuing to knead and massage her other breast with her magic all the while, as she skyrocketed toward release. Her endurance was normally quite admirable, being able to last for some time even after prolonged foreplay, but she was not prepared for the otherworldly sensations that threatened to consume her.

Her resolve crumbled, leading to the relative silence of the room being broken by her soft mewls and heavy breaths. A familiar heat welled within her abdomen, radiating throughout her frame and robbing her of her strength. How was this happening? She was the princess of love, yet she was being brought to her knees by nothing more than having her teats suckled upon!

He withdrew and pulled back to look up at her. “Getting - Mmmph!?!”

“Don’t stop!” she brayed, calling upon her magic to jam his face back to her breast.

She was so close - so indescribably close to release that she thought she may go mad. Her concerns about the peculiar situation bled away as she fixated on the pleasure her husband afforded. Bucking her hips, humping the air, she glanced to the side. In the end, though Shining’s ministrations and love were phenomenal, it was her reflection that drove her past the brink.

Seeing herself in the mirror, a bizarre thought struck her - and with it came an absolutely devastating climax. What if she got even larger, taller, plumper, and with a pair of bounteous udders that would put a healthy dairy cow to shame? The notion that the Princess of Love could be a paragon of motherhood had never occurred to her, but it shook the very foundations of her self-image.

She howled to the heavens, shivering from hoof to head as her marehood gushed orgasmic juices to the floor. Stars danced before her eyes, she felt as though she was floating on air, and the quiet of the room was only broken by her ragged breathing once her braying trailed off - lamentably, the throes of her ecstasy were far from finished with her. Falteringly twisting her, sensing that Shining had retreated, she looked over her shoulder just in time to see her husband attempting to mount her.

“What are you doing?” she rasped.

He quirked a brow, his expression falling flat. “I thought I’d have a little fun with you. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I can keep using my magical milking going strong.”

“Please,” she breathed, “allow me.”

Unleashing her arcane might, she levitated and cast Shining onto the bed. He landed with a resounding Pomf, looking around in confusion as she hopped up and onto the mattress. Though she’d just weathered an incredible climax, she’d be more than happy to tend to her husband’s stallionly needs. She pinned his limbs to the sheets with her magic, affixing him in place, and stepped over his supine frame.

“H…honey?” he stammered, watching her move overtop him.

She wasted no time situating herself, bringing her dripping marehood above his pillar-like cock. If he wanted to get a bit of action, she’d be more than happy to oblige. Staring down at him, grinning from ear to ear, she kissed her entrance to the tip of his length. Getting off from being nursed on was all well and good, but that was just the appetizer.

She gave him no time to reply, lowering her hips and gradually impaling herself upon him. The look on his face was delicious, a combination of awe and shock, and it fanned the flames of her passion. He was normally one to take the lead, topping her in all manner of wondrous positions, but not this time. Fueled by her lust and her increased size, barely able to think clearly, she was about to show him what an alicorn was really capable of.

Fully hilting herself, she contentedly hummed and wiggled her hips. The sense of fullness his stallionhood imparted was as amazing as ever, kissing her womb and stretching her interior, yet she couldn’t bring herself to savor it. She slammed her forehooves to either side of his head, steadied herself, and flexed her legs. Her marehood clung to his stallionhood while she ascended, constricting its length until only the very tip remained within her, before she slammed herself downward.

“Oh buck,” she groaned, falling into a steady rhythm of fucking herself on him.

Peeking downward, seeing his attention resting on her groin, she lowered her gaze and watched her udders wobbling and swaying against his abdomen. Even when she had fully lifted herself, her mammoth melons rested heavily upon him. While it was sad that he wouldn’t be able to see his stallionhood disappearing into her depths, he didn’t look bothered in the slightest by the development.

“I’m guessing you like these?” she softly inquired, sorcerously hefting and squeezing her tits.

He nodded feverishly, his eyes never wavering from her bosoms. Having a gigantic pair of bosoms most definitely came with a number of drawbacks, not the least of which being the abundance of milk they produced, but seeing how worked up her dear hubby was almost made up for it. The moment she released him from her magical grasp, allowing him to move, he shot forward to play with her breasts.

He was, in a word, adorable - like some horny school colt who’d gotten lucky after a night at the prom. Watching him suck on one teat while pinching the other, she gnawed her bottom lip and subconsciously increased her pace. The additional stimulation of having him play with her rack was a welcome one, although there was one thing that could make it better.

She threw her forelegs back, got onto her knees, and reclined. The adjusted position served two purposes - both of which welcome ones. The thick medial ring of his shaft ground against her g-spot, sending bolts of pleasure through her frame, while she turned her eyes up to the ceiling. One of the first things she’d installed once moving into the castle was a mirror on the ceiling, and she did not regret the investment.

Seeing herself riding him was like something out of an exhibitionistic show. The bit of pudge on her belly, thighs, and rump wobbled with every downstroke, rippling beneath her fur, but the star of the self-indulgent performance easily went to her tits. One breast sprayed milk over the bed and floor, while Shining ravenously sucked on the other. She would have never thought she’d end up being turned on by the sight of herself - then again, she never thought she’d end up with a pair of knockers so big.

Steadily increasing her speed, riding him like a seasoned cowgirl, she lost herself to her bliss. Shining’s throbbing stallionhood, the sound of him groaning around her teat, the spectacle of herself bouncing on him, the smell of sex and musk in the air - the assault on her senses was too much to bear, leaving her in a licentious stupor. He bucked up to meet her downstrokes, the head of his cock hammering against her cervix, as their passion soared.

“I’m…I’m getting close,” she wheezed.

He gave a quick nod, pulled away, and swallowed. “Me too…”

The moment the words left his lips, he leaned in and gingerly bit down on her teat. She mewled uncontrollably, the tinge of pain mingling with the unfathomable bliss washing over her, and was pushed to her limit - still, she didn’t slow in the slightest. Clenching on the upstrokes and relaxing on the down, she showed him he wasn’t the only one who could milk their spouse.

She honestly couldn’t say if they’d been going at one another for minutes or hours, the flow of time seemingly stretching on into infinity, yet it came to an inevitable end. Sensing him starting to flare within her, his length pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, she braced herself for his release. As his scalding, virile seed surged into her, bathing her interior and her foal-factory with his essence, she peaked alongside him.

Her second orgasm was nearly as strong as the first, reducing her to a quivering, gushing mass of limbs. She hadn’t planned on starting her day on such a bawdy note, nor had she planned on waking up to a pair of oversized bosoms, but things could definitely have been worse. She shuddered and threw herself forward, draping herself on him.

“I love you,” she cooed, nuzzling his neck.

Reaching down and fondling her rack, caressing her tits sandwiched against him, Shining chuckled. “I love you too…”

Regrettably, as the euphoria began to fade, the gravity of the situation came crashing back. She was an absolute mess, sweaty and covered in all manner of juices, and that wasn’t taking her growing issue into consideration. Whatever was going on with her, she needed to get it dealt with. Ponderously pushing herself up, using a combination of her physical and arcane strength, she got to her hooves and dismounted from Shining’s softening length.

“Do you think Twilight might know what’s going on with me?” she asked, hopping from the bed and drifting to the bathroom.

Propping himself up on a foreleg, he scrunched his snout. “She might - I mean, I got the book from her after all,” he noted, rolling off the bed and trotting to their dresser. Plucking the tome from atop the piece of furniture, he waved the item in her direction. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry nothing,” she groused, swinging around and marching over to him. “For all we know, your rutting yesterday may have caused this -” she continued, swaying her rack from side to side, “not to mention I might get knocked up if…”

She fell silent and swallowed hard. The spell - what if she’d misinterpreted what it had been meant to do? Rushing over to him, grabbing up the arcane tome from his grasp, she opened the book and hastily scanned its contents. She’d assumed he’d known what he was doing, since he’d acquired the literature from his sister, but there was an all too real chance that he’d inadvertently glossed over some of the finer details of the enchantment. Finding the sorcery she’d used on herself, her fears were confirmed.

“Oh for…” She wheeled around and presented the book, pointing at the arcane words she’d unwittingly evoked. “Did you even read this thing?”

“It’s a spell that’s supposed to help with maternity,” he pouted, his stallionhood dripping cum to the carpet. “What’s the big deal?”

“It’s supposed to help with maternity in every way - including conception and development,” she murmured, cursing his lack of literary skills. “If I didn’t have a bun in my oven before yesterday, there’s a darn good chance we’re making a little brother or sister for Flurry…”

“I…oh,” he grunted, his expression falling flat.

“Yeah…” she huffed. “Not that I’m not happy with our little bundle of joy, but having another one would be quite a hooffull.”

He glanced beneath and snickered. “At least you’d be able to keep them both well-fed.”

She facehoofed and shook her head. “That’s not funny. If we -”

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Great…” she sighed, instantly recognizing Flurry’s cry. “You go take care of her. I’m going to take a shower and think about how to deal with…with these,” she added, waving at her expansive, pendulous udders.

“Don’t you want to feed her?” Shining countered, drawing a baleful glance from his wife.

“There should be plenty of milk in that bucket you got,” she remarked, strolling to and into the bathroom.

While she’d produced more than enough milk to feed Flurry for the better part of a week, there was another reason she’d abstained from breastfeeding the foal. Nursing somepony, whether it was her child or her husband, was typically a pleasant, comforting experience, but whatever had changed her figure had altered her sensitivity substantially. She couldn’t say how feeding her foal would affect her, but she was not going to risk getting worked up by something so innocent.

Having set the water in her shower to warm, she stepped into her tub and scowled. Like a pair of bumpers, her tits squished against the basin’s side and kept her from moving forward. She extended and beat her wings, hopping over the obstacle with an annoyed snort. While she’d like to think she’d be able to reverse the metamorphic sorcery afflicting her, she was frustrated that it had ever happened in the first place - well mostly frustrated.

As the water cascaded over her, washing away the sweat, spunk, and her nectar, she turned and looked back at herself. She wouldn’t deny that the added heft filling out her usually slender frame was a bit bewitching - erotic even, but she had a reputation to maintain. The Princess of Love was supposed to be regal and demure, not plump, curvaceous, and with an utterly massive rack.

The water around her hooves grew stained with white, her breasts continuing to leak beneath her, while she scoured herself with a bath sponge. Even the simple act of washing herself was arousing, her nerves flickering to life and making her heart race, but that was far from her only problem. Noticing her tail raise and nethers start to tingle, she only then became aware that she was being turned on by the sight of herself.

“Oh for…” she quietly cursed, hastily lathering her mane and closing her eyes.

What was wrong with her? She wasn’t some lustful, teenage filly - she was a grown mare! There was no reason on Equestria that she should be getting worked up by being a big, soft, plump Princess with two giant tits and a fat, doughy - No! She growled and flicked her head from side to side, trying in vain to dislodge the lewd, wholly unwanted thoughts from her mind.

She wasn’t conscious of it, impelled by her id, but she’d done it again. Without thinking about it, she’d started playing with herself while trying to finish her shower. Magic flowed around her undercarriage, lightly tweaking and pulling on her teats, while she bucked her hips. It was the definition of insanity, making less sense than her transformation, and it let her know one thing -

She’d been wrong - the circumstances were far more dire than she’d initially assumed. Being plus-sized and a veritable milk-machine would have been bad enough, but to have her libido overclocked was too much for anypony to deal with. As she hopped out of the shower, having quickly rinsed herself off, she plucked a towel from the rack, began drying herself, and marched back into her bedchamber.

“Shining,” she called, looking around for her betrothed, “did you get in touch with Twilight?”

“So I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” he began, appearing while levitating Flurry to his chest. “The good news is that I was able to get in touch with Twilight.”

Cadance glowered, expecting the worst. “And the bad news…?”

“She might be dealing with a friendship problem that may take her a few days to deal with,” Shining anxiously replied, bashfully smiling.

“Days?!” she coughed. “I…I can’t stay like this for days! Just look at me!”

His eyes played over her, drinking in her sopping wet figure. “I’m - uh - I mean, I don’t mind your new look.”

As tempted as she was to confess that she agreed with him, taking no small amount of joy from her new look, she kept her lips sealed. If he knew she liked her appearance and the power it gave her over him, not having seen him that allured by her since they’d been high school sweethearts, it would be even harder for her to change back to her regular, non-rubenesque self. With a heavy sigh, she moved to her closet.

“What’re you doing?” he asked.

She didn’t reply, opting instead to press into her wardrobe. Until she could speak with Twilight and undo the spell, she’d have to make due as best she could. With no way of knowing how long it would take her sister-in-law to be free, knowing she had royal duties to attend to, the first thing she had to do was to find something fitting to wear - fortunately for her, she still had some of her maternity clothes stashed away.

Fetching a modest dress and the largest nursing bra she had, she trotted back and into her room. She placed the dress on her bed, after dragging off the sullied linens, and magically brought the brasserie under herself. Situating the garment beneath her hanging bosoms, she hauled on the straps and brought them up her sides.

“Come on,” she hissed, exerting her sorcerous might on the article.

Her breasts were a force of nature, struggling against their cloth confines and refusing to be compressed - nevertheless, she was not deterred. She exhaled and sucked in her gut, giving herself a few extra inches to work with. This was going to work - it had to! There was no way in Tartarus she was going to sit in her throne room looking like she did!

It was only after she’d pulled with all her might was she able to wrench the straps back and clasp them together. She smiled despite the discomfort of her attire, savoring the small victory, but her satisfaction didn’t last for long. As she took a single step toward her vanity, hoping to get a look at herself, her bra snapped instantaneously.

“For buck’s sake!” she cursed, positively fuming with the development.

“You could always -” Shining was silenced when she walked by and pressed a forehoof to his lips.

“No,” she protested. “I’m going to the tailor to get something that fits post-haste. I should be able to catch them right as they open, before there are too many ponies out and about. Just tell the staff that I’ll be a little bit late.”

She didn’t say another word, stomping to the door and out into the hallway. Getting a bit of fresh air would do her a bit of good, helping her clear her head and possibly giving her ideas for how she could fix her problem herself - plus she was oddly hungry. Maybe it was the excitement from earlier, or perhaps becoming so productive had ramped up her metabolism - regardless, she was famished.

Through the hallways and to one of the side exits of her keep, she peeked outside to check that the coast was clear. The sun had only just started to rise, leaving most ponies in their beds, so she should be able to accomplish her mission without drawing any attention to herself. As convenient as it would have been to teleport, the bright flash and relatively loud pop of displaced air could and more than likely would make a scene or awaken anypony in the vicinity - taking that into account, setting out on hoof would be the most prudent option.

Not seeing anypony in the street, she awkwardly scampered from the castle’s steps to an alleyway across the road. As long as nopony stopped her, her mission should be quick and relatively simple. Go to the tailor’s house, get measured, make an order, then return home - easy as. She did feel a little guilty for going to pester the dressmaker, especially at such an early hour, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

As she tiphoofed down the winding backstreets, mentally plotting her course, she kept glancing over her shoulder - not just to look for any random passersby but because her breasts were quickly becoming an issue. Her bosoms made it almost impossible to walk normally, sliding past one another and forcing her to take a wider stance than usual, but that wasn’t the worst part - the worst part was that the stimulation of simply trotting was enough to breathe new life into the embers of her lust.

She mutely cursed to herself while she continued onward, leaving a trail of milk and nectar in her wake. Though she could understand why her bust had gotten larger, she couldn’t wrap her head around what was going on with her libido. It was like she’d reverted to being a horny teenager, getting excited seemingly at random and having a very active imagination. Stopping behind a dumpster, having spotted a pony near the exit of the alleyway, she quietly watched the stallion trot past.

What would her subjects do if they saw her like this? She felt sure that many mares would actually be jealous of her, flattering her or enviously turning their noses up in her direction, but the stallions - well that was a different matter entirely. It was no secret that males of almost every species viewed breasts with some sort of carnal reverence, consciously or unconsciously considering hefty tits to be a mark of a fine, healthy mare, and she shuddered to think of how her figure would be received by a group of studs.

Imagining studs catcalling her, openly ogling her, or making scandalous passes at her was wildly thrilling. Shining had practically thrown himself at her after she’d woken him up, his not-so-little soldier standing to attention at the sight of her, and she’d bet her bottom bit other stallions would be the same. As her thoughts wandered into increasingly indecent waters, her horn began to glow.

Having an expansive set of tits was provocative and all, but she had so much more to offer than that. Her ample curves, her big, soft backside, and having just enough fluff to give anypony something to squeeze. The only thing that could improve her already slatternly appearance was if she had a bun in her wondrously fertile oven.

Leaning to the side, against the wall of a building, she closed her eyes. As her pregnancy with Flurry had progressed, she’d grown increasingly self-conscious about her appearance. The added weight she carried, alongside her rounded belly, were a stark contrast to her formerly svelte self, but it didn’t take her long to figure out that her concerns were completely unwarranted. She’d catch guards staring or slipping glances at her backside as she passed, there had been dignitaries that had held or kissed her hoof for slightly too long, and even a few maids had complimented her figure! All told, she discovered that ponies liked how she looked while gravid.

Her turquoise aura flowed over her breasts and up her thighs, caressing her in all the right ways. What would the townsponies of the Crystal Empire do if she got even bigger than she already was? How many ponies would come to her castle just to see her? Would she have suitors attempting to steal her away from Shining? Just how sensitive would her body get if she got pregnant again?

She had no doubt that Shining would oblige her, breeding her from sundown to sunup to sow his seed within her, and she was intimately familiar with how affectionate he would be once she was expecting. No matter how large she got while heavy with foal, her husband had always - always tended to her marish needs. She plunged her magic into her depths, stroking her g-spot while simultaneously toying with her clit, as her breath steamed the cool air.

“R…right there, Shiny,” she rasped, mindlessly screwing herself.

Panting lightly, losing track of where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, she caved to her urges. Princess or not, she was a mare with two needs that nearly every mare had - being wanted and starting a family. She loved Shining and Flurry with all her heart ~ so why stop there? Why not bring another glorious little colt or filly into the world? A cocktail of her juices and Shining’s cum pattered to the cobblestone beneath her, though she couldn’t care less about the mess she was making.

Flurry deserved to have a little brother or sister to grow up with, the castle’s staff were acquainted to having a foal on the premises, and Sunburst had become quite adept at tending to a small, overpowered alicorn, so all the pieces were already in place. If she’d been smart, she would have already committed to expanding her family, demanding that Shining give them another - no two other foals!

An image of herself expecting triplets, exquisitely large and nearly at her due date, pushed her closer to her limit. For buck’s sake - somepony had to carry on the alicorn legacy! Since neither Celestia nor Luna had children to call their own, and with Twilight never dated at all, it was up to her to carry on the royal bloodline. Being the Princess of Love, a literal icon of all things romantic, she had every right to strut about as a big, busty, alluring broodmare!

With her pulse racing, depths clenching, and a bead of saliva creeping down her chin, she teetered on the brink of release. A heartbeat before her orgasm hit her, she was rocked with the revelation of what she was doing. There she was, an honest to goodness Princess, masturbating in a backstreet like some common whore - moreover, she realized she hadn’t been so amorous since…

“Oh no,” she breathed, teleporting herself back to her chamber in the blink of an eye.

Reappearing by her bed, seeing Shining laying fresh linens on the mattress, she cantered over to him. There was one thing that would at least partially explain everything that was happening to her, yet she’d failed to consider it. Her raging libido, her increasing size, and the insidious thoughts plaguing her spoke of one thing and one thing only.

Grabbing Shining’s shoulder, she stared into his eyes. “I need you to scan me!”

He smiled and looked her over, seemingly brushing off her concern. “I’ve been checking you out all morning, so I don’t -”

“With you magic!” she interrupted. “Scan me to see if anything is - uh - off…”

His mirth faltered as he stepped back and leveled his glowing horn at her. “You don’t think something’s wrong ~ do you?”

“I…I don’t know…” she stuttered, trying not to eye his semi-flaccid stallionhood.

“Well I…” he trailed off, cocking his head.

Her blood ran cold, sensing her suspicions had been warranted. “What is it.”

As his eyes swept up her frame and to her face, he licked his lips. “We’re going to need another crib…”

“Yeah…” she muttered, looking back at herself, “I was afraid you’d say that…”