Collection of Shorter Stories

They are indexed with a number so you can jump to whatever catches your interest.

[Updated Dec 19 2020]

 

INDEX

(1) Pinkie Pump (BE)

- Pinkie inflates her breasts with a hand pump to Twilight's shock and frustration. Inspired by: https://derpibooru.org/images/1161789

(2) Fluttershy Doesn't Fit In Her Wetsuit

- Literally the title. Inspired by: https://derpibooru.org/images/1666800

(3) Rainbow Bed

- Rainbow Dash is very big. Twilight reads while lying on her. Art inspired by the story: https://derpibooru.org/images/2382680

(4) Sunset Bullies Trixie

- Sunset is a big bully to a smaller Trixie.

(5) Adiago's Dream

- Adiago wishes she was big like her two friends.

(6) Amazon Workout Buddy

- A second person story of you having a tall, muscular gym partner.

(7) Pinkie Pie's Changeling Cupcakes (Foot + Breast + Ass Expansion, height increase, MILFification)

- Pinkie just has to try these cupcakes that change the consumer

(8) Adagio Sits On You Accidentally But Not Really

- Maybe next time you won't take her seat in class

(9) Pinkie Kisses You Bigger (BE, Growth)

- A second person (female protag) story where Pinkie helps you look good enough to impress a guy you have the hots for

(10) Boob Horse

- An extremely stupid little thing based off a silly little prompt

(11) Maud Is Really Strong (Strength fetish)

- Your lovely girlfriend shows off her power for you

(12) Fluttershy Is A Bad Dom

- Your tall, busty girlfriend really tries her best to dominate you

(13) Rainbow Dash Grows and Challenges You To Sportsball

- I really should be less direct with my naming, eh?

(14) Big Sonata

- You buy a bunch of tacos for your girlfriend, Sonata, also she's big. Not exactly an elaborate concept.

 

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(1) Pinkie Pump (BE)

 

“Hey, Twilight! Wanna see me do an experiment!?” Pinkie shouted as she kicked open the door to Twilight’s library.

 

“No, Pinkie,” Twilight said with a frustrated sigh, “Again, I am not interested in seeing how many of whatever object we can fit in your- wait, why do you have an air pump?”

 

“It’s simple physics, my dear Twilight,” said Pinkie as she dramatically pushed up nonexistent glasses, “if this air inflation device works so well on your average spheroid object then certainly it should be able to increase the size of my spheroids.”

 

As Pinkie prodded her plump breasts Twilight prodded her temples as she tried to prevent the oncoming migraine. “Celestia help me.”

 

“So all you need to do is write down the results like measurements, time, other numbers. That stuff.”

 

“Pinkie! It’s simple biology that you will actually die.”

 

“Nuh-uh, I saw it in a comic once. It made me feel things, Twilight.”

 

“It’s not connected! Your lungs will literally explode and I don’t think I’m strong enough to drag you to a hospital.”

 

Pinkie stuck up her nose indignantly. “There’s only one way to find out then.”

 

“Find out if I can drag you? Wait, no! Pinkie! Put that down! No, don’t go sticking the nozzle in your mouth. That’s bad. It’s probably not clean. No, no! Nononono don’t pump! Bad Pinkie! Stop!”

 

Pinkie pulled the handle high and then pushed it down with full force. Twilight braced for her to keel over dead, but instead she remained defiantly alive. She continued to watch expectantly.

 

They both waited a beat.

 

Then Pinkie pumped again.

 

This time, now that it seemed Pinkie would survive, she noticed that as the handle descended the front of Pinkie’s shirt jiggled more than she would expect despite how naturally bouncy she may be. She wore a red and white striped shirt tucked into her shorts intended to be a uniform for Sugarcube Corner. Not that anyone who worked there actually had uniforms of course. Pinkie just sometimes liked feeling “official”.

 

Twilight stared as Pinkie continued, shocked as what were decently sized breasts continued to push outwards, filling the shirt until there were no creases left. But they just kept going as Pinkie pumped more. The shirt began to pull up and out of her shorts until it hung limply in front of her. Her breasts had gone from a handful to basketball sized and still they inflated beyond that.

 

That was when, aside from air whooshing through the hose, she began to hear a fabric creak. The buttons on Pinkie’s shirt had begun to gape as her breasts pushed forwards and to the sides, widening and growing. Then there was a snap as the top button flew off followed in quick succession by three more as her breasts surged into the new free space.

 

Pinkie finally unplugged the hose from her mouth. She smiled smokily as she looked down at her breasts held firmly against the buttons that endured. She ran a finger over the skin which was pressed taut from the air that filled them. She gave one a solid slap with the sound that followed being an odd combination of the meaty clap you’d expect when hitting flesh and the hollow noise you’d hear from hitting a balloon.

 

Then she smiled up at Twilight with her usual good cheer. “Okee, well that was fun! Thanks for the help, Twilight! Let’s do this again some time!” she said then turned to skip out the door.

 

She made it all of one skip before stopping after getting bonked in the face by her airy, floaty breasts. She turned back to Twilight. “You got a book I can borrow? I should probably put something on my girls to weigh them down before they attack me again.”

 

Twilight wordlessly handed her a heavy biology textbook. It was useless to her now anyway.

 

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(2) Fluttershy Doesn't Fit In Her Wetsuit

 

“Stop pulling it, Pinkie.”

 

“The zipper should zip. It just needs a little more encouragement! Hrnk!” Pinkie grunted as she yanked on the zipper again.

 

Fluttershy had always made it a habit of wearing a wetsuit on the beach. While most girls had no issue showing a bit of skin she was much happier having as much covered as she possibly could. This hadn’t been an issue before when she had a slighter figure, but she had quickly begun to fill out. A lot.

 

“J-just forget about it, okay?”

 

“Here, lemme try smooshing you in there more.”

 

As Pinkie pulled the zipper with her left hand she used her right to press Fluttershy’s breast further against her chest and into the material. Fluttershy wasn’t used to this kind of aggressive touching on her breasts and bit her lip as she looked away.

 

“Nooope looks like your suit is at capacity. Wow, how much titty do you have in there? But maybe I can yank it up a couple more-”

 

There was a small metallic snap.

 

“Oops. I guess it isn’t going up at all now, huh? And maybe not down either. Sorry, Fluttershy.”

 

Fluttershy blushed as she saw her breasts held tight by the wetsuit material, indenting her flesh and causing the large amount that remained exposed to be squished out and up. She was hoping to show no cleavage, but instead it seemed she would be showing most of her cleavage instead.

 

“It’s okay, Fluttershy. Everyone has a beach wardrobe malfunction at some point! Just come with me and we’ll get you a towel.”

 

Fluttershy sighed and stood up only to hear a rubbery tearing noise come from behind her.

 

“Two towels!

 

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(3) Rainbow Bed

 

Twilight closed the book and clutched it to her chest as she was rocked side to side again.

 

“Rainbow, could you stop moving?”

 

“I can’t see because of your big head.”

 

“Oh, right, I’m supposed to be the one that’s too big here?”

 

“Just lean back again to get your darn egghead out of the way so I can see the page properly.”

 

“Okay, but just tell me next time. When you shift yourself around like that I might fall off.” Twilight adjusted herself and leaned back as she sat on top of her enormous reading partner who laid on the floor with her head stacked up on a small pile of pillows so she was at an incline.

 

Twilight had her legs tucked in between Rainbow’s breasts with her butt perched on her clavicle. Twilight was able to lean against Rainbow’s face which let her back rest on her cheek as she held their book out far enough that they both could read. This had become the normal position most of the time when the two read together, and it worked well for their huge size difference, but Twilight also had a habit of leaning forward into her books when she got too into them.

 

“Better?” Twilight asked.

 

“Yeah, but hold on a sec. I’m just getting kinda cramped so I gotta- oh shoot!”

 

As Rainbow moved her legs she upended a table loaded with books and papers. Twilight stared open mouthed.

 

“Uh, whoops? I guess they’re longer again.”

 

“Rainbow! Those were all organized!”

 

“Okay, okay, Twilight, listen. Don’t worry. I know how to make this up to you.”

 

“No, you’re not getting out of it that easily.”

 

Rainbow ignored her and quickly sat up, causing Twilight to fall down her chest and in between her breasts as Rainbow pressed them together with her elbows.

 

“Hey, at least it looks like more of you fits in there now too. Maybe soon it’ll even be roomy in there for ya. ...So am I off the hook?”

 

A pale hand with purple nail polish shot out of the top of her cleavage giving her a thumbs up.

 

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(4) Sunset Bullies Trixie

 

“Trixie, what the fuck is this?” Sunset said as she looked down at the smaller girl.

 

“Trixie has no idea what you’re talking about!” she huffed and indignantly turned back to her locker.

 

“I mean those things!” Sunset jabbed a finger at Trixie’s round chest. “What kinda crap are you trying to pull this time?”

 

“I am pulling nothing. I simply had my chest fill out as it should over the weekend and now I am immune to your comments about my size.”

 

“Uh huh. Right. I see you didn’t figure out how to stuff your shoes for height so I guess I can still pat you on the head.”

 

“Hey! Do not wrinkle my hat!”

 

With Trixie distracted and her hands busy protecting her stupid hat Sunset used the opening to quickly reach up Trixie’s shirt.

 

“Hey! Do not grope Trixie’s-” Sunset held out her prizes triumphantly, “-...pads.”

 

“Hey, water balloons filled with wet rice. Not bad. For a second when I saw you I actually thought it was legit. But-” Sunset held it next to her own chest, “-it’s not even half of one of mine. Oh well.”

 

With a tight squeeze of her strong hands the balloons burst as the wet mixture splattered to the ground. Some of the latex from the balloon and remaining damp rice stuck to her hands so she simply rubbed them dry on the now flat chest of the very stunned Trixie.

 

“Well, glad that’s straightened out, eh, Trixie?”

 

“Hmph. Trixie will not be undone so fast. She will find a way to get her justice and be the size she deserves! Goodbye, Sunset.”

 

She spun away only for Sunset to grab her shoulder and spin her back.

 

“Oh no, not yet. I’m afraid that now that those are gone you’re the right size again for your regular vacation.”

 

“No, Sunset, please. Trixie has a test next period.”

 

Sunset shrugged, picked Trixie up, and pushed her into her locker. Trixie knew she was too small to fight it off so just let it happen.

 

“Trixie will have her justice, Sunset!” she said as Sunset clicked the lock in place.

 

“Okay!” Sunset called back before walking away snickering to herself.

 

Trixie pulled out her phone and texted a friend “It happened again <3333”

 

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(5) Adiago's Dream

 

“I had that dream again.” said a very tired Adagio as she walked up to the kitchen table and hopped up onto her chair.

 

“Ooh, is it like the one where I fly in through the window?” said Sonata as she excitedly leaned over the table, spreading her arms wide like wings.

 

Aria leaned past Adagio who had to move over so she wouldn’t be smacked by her chest. “Sonata, get up. Your tits are gonna get in the cereal.”

 

When Sonata calmed herself Adagio continued, “No, like where I’m... you know.” She gestured vaguely with her hands.

 

“Ooohhh you mean like.” Sonata held her hands tightly against her breasts so the flesh squished in between her fingers and she flattened them out as close as she could to Adagio’s size then released them as they bounced back into position.”

 

“Well, yeah, but also, like-”

 

Aria got it now and chimed in, “Oh so like this too.” She stood on the tips of her toes and stretched herself out until her hands touched the ceiling, her trim waist showing as her shirt pulled up.

 

“To Tartarus with you two I’m getting changed.” She hopped off her chair and went to her room to get dressed for the day. As she went to put on her shirt though, he wrists stuck out. Looking down some of her stomach was showing too. It actually felt tight. Could it be?

 

Was her dream coming true?

 

Sonata’s head suddenly poked into the room. “Oh by the way I messed up the washing so our tops shrunk. Sorry ‘Dagi!”

 

Fuck.

 

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(6) Amazon Workout Buddy

 

“C’mon, just push it. Push through it, damn it!”

 

You responded with a breathless “Hrnk” as you put all your effort into lifting the bar. You had thought you would just add a bit more weight than you thought you could handle just to show you how far you’d come and what you were capable of. Unfortunately, your arms weren’t cooperating.

 

“If you have to drop it it’s okay. My arms are right under to catch it.”

 

You looked up to your girlfriend’s face which could now be seen as she leaned forward further which moved her large breasts just far enough away that they didn’t completely obscure her head like they normally did from this position. You saw that she was no longer sternly staring down at you like the drill instructor she normally turned into in these workout sessions and her expression had softened.

 

She smiled delicately at you and you tried to do the same, but with your current exertion it came out as a strange looking grimace. You refused to disappoint someone who cared about you this much! You would put forth one final great effort to lift and rack the weight yourself!

 

The weight barely moved so you decided to drop it before you prolapsed something.

 

As your arms fell limply to the sides her hands caught the far ends of the bar and with ease she racked it before standing back up to her full height.

 

“Well we’ll try it again next week then. You did good work today.” Your eyes followed her as her long, thick legs as she walked in front of you and leaned over so her face was above yours. “We’ll call it for the day then, eh?” She laughed.

 

You went to sit up, but nothing happened.

 

“You, uh, good there, man?”

 

“Too many crunches.” You panted out. “My abs are somehow both burning and possess no feeling at all.”

 

She laughed in a jokingly mocking tone. “Well, it’s your fault for trying to keep pace with my warmups.”

 

“But I did!”

 

“I may have slowed down when I saw how red in the face you were getting, but close enough I guess.” She said with a wink. “Okay, let’s get you up.”

 

With a single hand she scooped under your back and raised you to a sitting position. She looked at your legs. “I take it those are dead too, huh?”

 

“It was the leg lifty machine thing.”

 

She shook her head in amusement. “You tried more weight than usual for that too. What, were you trying to impress me today?”

 

You looked away. “I just feel bad being so... y’know.”

 

She leaned back to her full height and crossed her arms as she looked down severely at you. “Alright, I’m not hearing any of this nonsense again from you. Please tell me again why you’re doing this with me.”

 

“Quality time to stare at your sweaty muscles?”

 

She cocked an eyebrow.

 

“For myself.”

 

“That’s right, I’m helping you work out because you were the one who wanted to get swole. All I’m getting out of this is spending time with you. I don’t care what your body’s like even if I gotta push you around in a wheelchair. ...Which from the looks of things I may have to. You really fucked yourself up. eh?”

 

You flashed a smile up at her. “Thanks, I guess I needed to hear that. I’ll follow the pace you set for me and get out of my head. My new muscle does look pretty good though, right?”

 

She chuckled and flexed causing her densely muscular body to bulge outwards just a little more. “If you can call them that. Alright, let’s get going.”

 

“Sure, just help me to my feet and I should be able to hobble on ou- ah!

 

She tucked her hands under your armpits and hoisted you way up to her eye level. You legs dangled in the air, but you didn’t protest. She pulled you towards her as your lower torso pressed against her chest, pushing against her as she gave you a kiss.

 

Then she unceremoniously tossed you over her shoulder like a sack of flour and turned to exit the gym.

 

“Are you using me as weight training for the jog back?”

 

She giggled and gave you a little squeeze. “Don’t flatter yourself, lightweight.”

 

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(7) Pinkie Pie's Changeling Cupcakes (Foot + Breast + Ass Expansion, height increase, MILFification)

 

Pinkie rubbed her plump belly eagerly as she looked down at the box in front of her labelled “Gamma Hive Baked Goods: Made With Love.” She had special ordered them in from the Changeling lands now that they were no longer labelled terrorists and the embargo was lifted. Most of the foods from them were unbelievably unpalatable, they were bug people after all, but they had learned a thing or two about Equestrian cooking while putting their own spin on them. These cupcakes were special as a result of this.

 

They contained changeling magic.

 

“Ahh! I can’t wait anymore!” Pinkie screeched to no one in particular. She threw the box open and looked down at the cupcakes. They had all a manner of decorations and even little inscriptions on them that she could only guess were for whatever changes would occur when you took a bite. Unfortunately, she had to guess that that’s what they meant since the inscriptions weren’t written in Equestrian.

 

“Hmmmm. Mmmmh. I’ll take this one!” she said as she grabbed the closest cupcake to her and took a big bite. Chewed. Swallowed.

 

“No changes yet. Ooh, I suddenly want to hug people! No, wait, that’s normal. Darn.” She reached down to pat her belly thoughtfully but missed. Somehow. She looked down and saw that the pudge she was used to was not nearly as pudgy as she knew it should be. She pulled up her shirt and held on to what fat remained and felt her hand receding into her as it melted away until all that’s left was a tight, fit stomach. Even the sides of her waist had pulled in.

 

“Ooh hourglassy. And I didn’t even have to go to the gym! Rarity’ll be so annoyed!” she laughed as she grabbed another one. “Let’s see what other fun options we have. Maybe I’ll even eat enough to undo that one!” she giggled.

 

Taking a bite she waited again, somewhat less patiently this time though, as she grabbed parts of her body. “Boobies? No. Booty? No. Is it- hm?” She suddenly heard her socks tearing and looked down to see her feet creeping across the floor, having grown large enough that her small socks could not contain them.

 

“Huh. I don’t think anyone will be jealous of that one. I’m sure some weirdos would like that though,” Pinkie said as she reached over for nearby flip flops and tried to put them on. She could, but the strap was tight against the width of her feet and her toes and heel each stuck out a solid inch from the front and back. “Guess I’ll be going barefoot for a while. I’m sure other weirdos would like that too!” she giggled.

 

She grabbed another one and bit into it and suddenly felt herself jerk upwards and continue to rise.

 

“Ooh, is it height this time?”

 

However, her legs they seemed about the same. Though her shorts looked like they were much fuller than usual. She grabbed her ass and felt her hand sink deeply into the skin. She was always plush, but this felt much more grabbable.

 

“It’s like I’m always sitting on a pillow now. And I like how thick this is down here. Okay, okay, one more. Or two more. Three? We’ll see!” And with a “nom” she stuffed another bite from a new cupcake in her mouth.

 

This time she immediately noticed the change as her bra dug into her. She was already a D-cup and her overall roundness just increased with each bite. She at least had the sense to unclasp her bra before it became an impossibility and just enjoyed the feeling as they pushed out her shirt until they were the size of her head. She lifted one proudly, enjoying the weight and the way it was tight against the fabric of her shirt. “Maybe I can see if Fluttershy has something I could borrow.”

 

Seeing that she had tried nearly everything in the box she chose to have just one more. Just one and then she’d have to share it with her friends. She grabbed one that looked more elaborately decorated and took a bite.

 

There was an immediate warmth throughout her body. All across her skin and inside her was a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. Then she began to expand. Her breasts pushing out further, sagging down and looking softer as they did so. Her hips widening not from mere fat but the bone structure itself altering, giving her more of a pear shape. Her whole body just got bigger in general with her legs lengthening out of proportion, raising her an extra couple feet upwards. Fortunately catching up with the size of her feet, though still leaving them a little large. Across her body as a whole was a new small layer of fat that was just enough to give her a softer, more huggable look.

 

She grinned as she gazed at the changes to her body, bending over in a nearby mirror to capture her full image. Her lips had increased in volume as well and she could feel their new thickness as she smiled at her new body.

 

The sultry look she had conflicted somewhat with her still high pitched and excited voice. “Ooh, I’m all MILFy now! I’m like Mrs. Cake but hot!” Pinkie said before dropping to a whisper, “No offence, Mrs. Cake.”

 

She tried to pull down her shirt that now was small enough that the underside of her breasts below the nipple was revealed and the shorts on her were pulled inwards enough to look closer to a tight bikini bottom.

 

“Now to share this fun with my friends.” she said as she went to pick up the box. “Oh wait! I didn’t mark them down. Is this one booty? Which one is boobs because that should be for Dashie. And Rarity would want the thinness one. And- oh darn. Well, only one way to find out...”

 

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(8) Adagio Sits On You Accidentally But Not Really

 

You sat at the front of the class this time. You were a good student and you wanted to pay attention! This definitely wasn’t because someone else took your usual seat at the back and you were afraid she’d punch you or something for asking her to move.

 

Why was everyone looking at you funny? Were they used to me being a weird loner at the back? Oh crap did they see your phone’s background?

 

Then you realized the real reason.

 

You were in the front and centre seat.

 

The moment you realized you saw its owner walk in, ducking under the doorframe as she did, flanked by her two friends. The blue haired one sat on the seat to your left and the purple haired to your right. The girl with the orange, poofy hair dropped her bag on top of the desk with a loud clunk then grabbed the back of the chair and pulled it back. You expected her to get all up in your face, or dunk you in a garbage can, or at least say something, but she didn’t even acknowledge you. You were too scared to move.

 

Instead she merely turned herself around, her thick, meaty ass and thighs in jeans that looked painted on, and sat down.

 

The weight against you was immense. You felt her soft butt flowing around you as its plushness was able to easily conform to your body and her thighs did the same. The chair creaked as she leaned back, putting more weight against you. There wasn’t pain though as it seemed that the weight was well distributed across your entire body and there was enough cushion that you weren’t getting any bones jutting into you. Just soft, warm, skin clad in tight denim.

 

Your only complaint was that you had some difficulty breathing. Not so much from the pressure, unless heartstopping arousal was a part of it, but her long curly hair fell down into you face and you had to keep spitting it out.

 

You could soon hear her friends snickering.

 

“Hey, ‘dagi? You okay there?” said the purple haired one.

 

“Hmm? Why wouldn’t I be?”

 

You could feel the vibration through her deep voice through her body and into yours.

 

“I think you might have damaged something.” said the blue one.

 

“Hmmm, I guess I’d better check.”

 

The voice was mocking. She stood up and you gasped, not realizing that perhaps there had been more stress on your lungs from her weight than you thought.

 

“Ah! It would appear that somebody had taken my spot. How rude.”

 

You weren’t sure what to do so you opted to just try smiling politely, but you were pretty sure it looked more horny than you intended. Who could blame you?

 

“Well, don’t worry. I have just the right place for you. Somewhere that will be much more comfortable for the both of us.” she purred.

 

Her hands grabbed you under the armpits and easily lifted you into the air. She turned around.

 

Then dunked you ass first into the garbage bin.

 

“And don’t steal my seat again! And be glad this is all I did because it would be much worse if you weren’t so cute!”

 

She thought you were cute?

 

You were totally doing this again.

 

...After a shower.

 

 

ALTERNATE ENDING

 

Trixie entered the class and looked down at you in the garbage bin.

 

“Hey! Get out of Trixie’s seat!”

 

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(9) Pinkie Kisses You Bigger (BE, Growth)

 

You stood there looking wistfully at the boy at the other side of the class. He was so cool, so handsome, and really had a thing for huge tits as you could tell from his habitual leering at Fluttershy.

 

Stupid girl with her stupid big boobs. Why couldn’t you look like that! Darn genetics making you flat. You were only 5’2 as well so how could you compete!?

 

“Whatcha staring all wistfully at?” said a loud voice right in your face.

 

You jumped back with a start. Pinkie tended to do that to her friends. Not that you ever really considered her a friend, but she seemed to think everyone was one of hers.

 

“Oh it’s that boy again, isn’t it? The one who’s really shy, keeps to himself, is kinda socially awkward and has niche interests but is overall a nice dude if only someone would take the time to break through that shell of anxiety and weirdness?”

 

“Uh, yeah, that’s him.” It was hard to tell if Pinkie was being genuinely nice or verbally eviscerating someone. She probably couldn’t tell the difference.

 

“Oh, that must be super hard for you being short and flat and all. Because I’ve seen him looking at me so you know he must like big ones!” Pinkie said, bouncing in place.

 

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow them. “Yeah, I know,” you sighed.

 

“Oh nooo don’t be sad. I know just the way to help you!”

 

“Okay but wha-” You froze as Pinkie began to inhale deeply, her lungs taking on more and more air until the buttons on her shirt were pulled taut as her chest and diaphragm expanded outward. Then suddenly Pinkie’s lips were against yours.

 

You tried to get away, but she leaned over into you and held tight, squeezing herself against you. She wasn’t trying to make out with you though. Instead you felt air flowing from her mouth into your body. It didn’t fill your own lungs though, but you couldn’t tell where it was all going.

 

That’s when you realized that Pinkie wasn’t leaning over anymore. You were eye level. And your chest, your flat chest, was now large enough that it was pressed against Pinkie’s competing with it for dominance. Then it started to win.

 

Your could feel your shorts constricting your thighs and holding tight against your ass as that began to fill with Pinkie’s breath too. The sweet, sugary taste of it continued down your throat as she held on with her arms around your neck as you had to bend over to keep your lips locked. Your T-shirt had turned into more of a tube top by this point, your breasts now well beyond competition in the school as they grew bigger than Pinkie’s head.

 

With a wet pop her lips released and she took a breath. You looked down at her and marvelled at your new body. Breasts so round and large you couldn’t see your feet anymore, an ass that would struggle to fit into the chairs, and so tall that you’d have to duck under the doorframes. And staring right at you was the guy you had set your sights on.

 

“Looks like that worked out! Come back when you need a refill!”

 

Pinkie skipped away and you knew you’d be coming back for seconds. You then sauntered over to they boy as best you could, bumping into a few students on the way due to your new thickness. You sat on his desk and looked down at him, his attention fully on you and your curves. Now to just open things up with him all cool-like.

 

“W-what is up, my dude?”

 

You died a little inside. A new body couldn’t fix everything.

 

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(10) Boob Horse

 

“Hey, do you have the notes for- gah! What happened to your tits?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“I don’t remember you having that much tit.”

 

“Ohhh right, yeah. They’re big, huh?”

 

Your friend poked her chest which had previously been a cute little B-cup but now looked like an overflowing K-cup. The buttons of her shirt were all undone to accommodate her greatly increase chest size with the fabric held taut above her nipple area to just barely comply with dress code.

 

“How did that happen?”

 

“It’s no big deal. I just got a boob horse.”

 

“Boob horse?”

 

A colourful head poked out of her cleavage and smiled at you. “Hi, I’m the her boob horse!”

 

“What’s a boob horse?”

 

“She’s literally what it’s called. You stuff a little horse in there, you get boobs. Put on the top after you put the horse in though. I wrecked this one because I forgot.”

 

“So they just give you boobs?”

 

“Yep! You get boobs and they get a comfy place to chill. Isn’t that right my little boob horsey?”

 

She reached down to nuzzle the horse who put her hooves on top of her human’s chest to lean up into her face. Whatever these horses did, they did it well considering how there seemed to still be so much perk that even with her horsey weight they didn’t sag a bit.

 

“I’ll, uh, have to see about getting one myself.”

 

“You don’t want a boob horse, silly. You want one of those!”

 

She pointed to your other friend who approached now who had a yellow head wearing a cowboy hat poking his head up out of the zipper pulled open over a now massive bulge.

 

“Howdy!”

 

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(11) Maud Is Really Strong (Strength fetish)

 

“Oh Maud, you’re awfully frisky tonight.”

 

“Am I?”

 

“I don’t normally see you come back wearing your armless frock. You know I love it when you dress sexy like that.

 

“This isn’t my armless frock. It’s a normal one. The arms tore off when I was exercising.”

 

“Ooh, that’s even hotter,” you purred as you kissed your way up her bicep to her shoulder and thick neck. “Do you want to do something?”

 

“Our usual routine sounds fine.”

 

You giggled happliy. Ooh, you could tell she was into it with spicy words like that. She walked over to your bed and seemingly effortlessly lifted it with one hand while pulling out a heavy trunk with the other.

 

“You’re down to play then, huh?”

 

“Yes.” The trunk clunked against the floor.

 

“You’re going have fun with that thing, huh?”

 

“That would be why I took it out, yes.” The thick metal latches popped open and she reached inside.

 

“I’m so ready, are you?” You were practically writhing as you thought about what that box contained and what she was about to do.

 

“I am. Should I start?”

 

“Please,” you nearly whined.

 

There was a rattle and she pulled out a flat black stone that she held longways in her hand.

 

“Slate. 2.5 on the Mohs scale.”

 

Her hand began to compress, the muscles in her hand tightening, straining enough that her hand began to quiver from the muscles exerting themselves until there was a loud crack and the stone splintered horizontally down the middle, layers of shale falling loose.

 

“Ooohh fuuck, it gets me every time!” you exclaim.

 

She pulled out another stone, beige and round this time.

 

“Limestone. 4 on the Mohs scale.”

 

She placed it between her bicep and forearm, gripped her wrist with her other hand, and then pulled it inwards sharply. The stone shattered violently, scattering pieces around the room.

 

“I didn’t mean to do that. I guess I’m stronger than last time.”

 

You didn’t complain though. Sure, one stray pebble may have gone in your eye, but the fact that it flew all the way over to you from her exertion like that.

 

She pulled out another smooth beige stone, though this one was larger and if not for her strength would have required two hands to hold.

 

“Tavertine. 5 on the Mohs scale.”

 

She placed the rock between her thighs and then began to squeeze. Even though her face betrayed nothing you could see the muscles bulging in her legs and even her abdominals compressing in her efforts against the stone. Finally you heard a crack and a hairline fracture appeared, but she kept going.

 

You were breathing heavily as you imagined the sweet release you’d feel by seeing her shatter another mineral with her sheer muscle mass. It was going to be another fun, long night.

 

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(12) Fluttershy Is A Bad Dom

 

“It looks like someone’s been a, um, not very good boy, hasn’t he?”

 

You looked up at your lovely girlfriend, Fluttershy. You were so happy that she agreed to try this with you and how she was enthusiastic about it herself even. You had gone out together to find something sexy made of leather just for her which was no mean feat when she was pushing seven feet tall. She was now wearing a leather corset, high black boots, dark gloves that reached up her arms periodically ringed with spikes, and her soft lips were accentuated with dark red lipstick. The effect was powerful.

 

Or at least it would have been were she not shifting her weight from side to side, fiddling with her riding crop, and biting her lip in the non-sexy way.

 

She probably just needed some time to build up her confidence.

 

“Mmm, that’s right, I’ve not been good. You could even say that I’ve been bad.”

 

“Y-yes. Definitely sort of bad.”

 

There was a silence as you both stared at each other. She looked away from you and fidgeted some more. Okay, a bit more nudging then...

 

“Perhaps you should do something about it?”

 

“Y-yes!” she looked a little shocked, “Um, you’re being punished, Mister.”

 

“Oh, but I don’t deserve a title like Mister. I’m so low, I should be a slave. Or a pet.”

 

“Oh, thank you, that’s good,” she whispered then went back to her attempt at sounding commanding, “Okay, my pet. You need to do as I say!”

 

She was getting closer! “I do! As you command, my Queen!”

 

“I want you to, um-” she paused in thought, “-u-uh wash the dishes!”

 

Swing and a miss. “Oh, but Goddess, don’t you have something else? Something more degrading for someone as low as me?”

 

“U-uh,” she began to fidget and think again. How did she have a foot of height on you and yet even looking up at her like this she still felt like the smaller one? “M-maybe you should be a seat?”

 

“Is that a command?”

 

“O-oh, right, okay. I mean, yes! That is a command from your Master!”

 

You got on all fours and she dropped herself onto you. Oh dear, she was heavy. She was a healthy weight for her size, but there was just so much more of her compared to you. You stayed like this for a couple minutes and while you enjoyed the softness of her butt against your naked back you began to feel your knees getting a bit sore from the weight. She was also silent again.

 

One more nudge. “Perhaps I should find some other way to please you now?”

 

“L-like what?”

 

You sighed, “I dunno, Fluttershy. Look, just stand up alright.”

 

You felt the weight remove itself from you and you stood up as well. You faced her, looking up into her eyes. “You’ve gotta get mad alright? Get into the mindset of a strong, confident woman!”

 

“O-okay, I’ll try.”

 

“No trying! Do it! Grab my arms and tell me that I’m bad! Do it! Get mad!”

 

Her large hands gripped your arms. “You’re a bad, bad boy!” she said with a much stronger tone this time.

 

“Yes, my Queen!”

 

“I’m going to hurt you, but it’s for you own good, understand?”

 

“Yes, please my-” You were cut off as her hand struck across your face.

 

“Don’t speak back!”

 

“S-sorry m-” The hand struck again. Oh, it felt too good to finally get her going like this!

 

“Can’t hear me down there? Oh, or do you just like it? Do you like it when I hit you? Do you like this too?”

 

Her hand closed around your neck and you could feel her lifting you slightly, your feet not granting you as much purchase against the ground.

 

“Or this?” With her other hand her long fingers closed tightly around your bicep, squeezing you.

 

“Or maybe this you little b-” You didn’t hear the rest as pain exploded in you. At your cry of pain she dropped you.

 

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry” she repeated as she released you.

 

You were doubled over on the ground clutching your groin. “What the fuck was that!?” you squeaked out.

 

“I-I guess I got too into it. I didn’t mean no knee you there! It just happened!”

 

“M-maybe we should call it quits for the night.”

 

“Should I carry you to the couch and put on a movie?”

 

You grunted as another wave of pain hit you when you tried to move. “Please do. Maybe we’ll try a softer scene next time.”

 

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(13) Rainbow Dash Grows and Challenges You To Sportsball

 

You sat on the couch playing the latest edition of Sportsball: The Game. Sure, it was basically the same as the other ones, but what can ya do? You were quite enjoying yourself too when your girlfriend stood in front of the TV, crossed her arms, and huffed.

 

“I thought you said I could play Wonderbolts 2020 today.”

 

You tried to look around her. It was an online game, darn it! “But Dash, it’s a double XP weekend. I’ll give it to you in a bit, alright?”

 

“That’s what you said yesterday too!”

 

“Today’s Sunday!” You finally stood up to look past her. She was short enough that you could catch most of the TV looking over her shoulders.

 

“Fine, but I gotta play too.”

 

“Deal.”

 

That seemed to placate her she launched herself onto the couch, grabbing a controller from the side. You got up to do the tried and true method of turning the WiFi off and on to not get a quitter penalty before switching to versus mode.

 

Your petite girlfriend snuggled up against you, her head resting on the side of your shoulder as she lounged sideways. It was comfy, soft, warm. She was close enough that you could appreciate the fact that she hadn’t worked out yet today making her presence all the more enjoyable. The two of you close to each other, playing a game in quiet peace was-

 

“This game sucks.”

 

And there it is. “How does it suck, Dash?”

 

“This isn’t anything like sportsball. You should be able to get a shot in easy from over here. I know I can.”

 

“I guess you’re just better than all these star players then, eh? Must be why you’re twelve points behind.”

 

“Shut uuup. One v one me right now,” she said with a playful elbow jab into you.

 

“Oh yeah, sure. That’s totally a fair game. How much of a handicap do you want down there?” you said teased back and put your arm onto her head. Even sitting down the height difference between you tow was more than obvious.

 

She tried to swat your arm away. “Hey, cheating! The difference isn’t that big anyway.”

 

“Oh yeah. Sure isn’t. That why you ask me to get your garbage cereal down from the cupboard every morning? Hey, watch it!” You had to yank your controller out of her reach as she tried to grab it.

 

“Nah, you’re being a jerk. Put it down and let’s do sportsball outside right now!”

 

Dash began to climb onto you as she tried to steal the controller. You laughed and went to push her back only to get a faceful of boob as she crawled in front of you. It shocked you enough to stop resisting momentarily. You welcomed the sensation, but wow, she was softer than you remembered. That was a lot of boob you just felt.

 

The controller was snatched and she leapt off of you, but you quickly followed. Dash clutched it against her chest and curled over to hide it. She kept her back to you as you pressed against her, reaching for it.

 

That felt weird too though. Normally she was low down enough that you felt your crotch press against her lower back when play fighting over dumb stuff like this, but instead you felt her plush butt. That was weird, since you’d have to be crouching quite a bit more to be touching that part of your smaller girlfriend, but your knees were hardly bent.

 

You tried to grab her and pick her up like you’d usually do, but with surprising ease she broke from your grip and ran off, out the door to the backyard. You went to follow, but not before grabbing her controller and selecting ‘Forfeit’. That’d teach her to mess with an alpha gamer like yourself.

 

After that brief detour you followed her outside to suddenly come face to face with Dash. Literally. That... that was not how you normally viewed each other. She came up so high on the sportsball hoop-net too!

 

Dash smirked you. In one hand she held your controller, in the other she held the sportsball in a single hand, something you’d never seen her able to do before.

 

“So,” she stepped forward as eye to eye became closer to eye to chin, “how much of a handicap do you want down there?”

 

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(14) Big Sonata

 

“Twenty-four tacos, please!”

 

You raised your hand. “Sonata, I’ve already explained this. The 50% off deal just refers to the price so you don’t have to order twice as many as you normally do.”

 

She stared down at you blankly for a second, you could practically hear the dial-up sounds of her brain working, then smiled brightly back up at the girl working the cash register. “Twenty-four tacos, please!”

 

You sighed and pulled out your wallet. Guess you weren’t going to have a bit of extra cash left over after all. If your girlfriend wasn’t so darn cute you’d almost be annoyed.

 

She bounced idly next to you, breasts going up and down right by your head, threatening to rupture from her top were she to move any faster. She quickly bored of waiting and walked over to the stand at the side of the crappy fast food joint grabbing napkins and ketchup. You just hoped that nobody was watching and judging as she slurped some of the ketchup in its little container. She liked doing that and you weren’t about to dissuade her from her inherent odd traits.

 

With your meal served you walked to a booth, Sonata carrying her pile of tacos on two trays, and you were able to slide into your seat with out issue. Your girlfriend, however, was not quite so fast to get herself seated.

 

She put her trays down then leaned over and put her hands on the table to support herself as she worked her way in. For your part, you enjoyed the cleavage on display from how much she had to lean her body over, but couldn’t do much to assist. There was some annoyed grunting from her as she manoeuvred herself to get her butt in, but when she crouched down enough to do that that her knees were too high to fit under the table which was bolted to the floor. She had to get back up, one hand against the table and the other holding the back of the booth bench, and get her butt in with her legs out in the aisle. Her waist was thin enough that it fit just fine, it was only the parts above and below that she struggled with. With her ass seated, she spun about to face you and scooted over to the middle of the seat.

 

Now settled, she happily munched away on her tacos. She leaned forward, her heavy chest resting against the table. She didn’t talk much when focused on food so it provided something to enjoy while she was busy. You couldn’t help but also enjoy the little sounds she made as she ate. Tiny noises of pleasure emanating from her because she just loved tacos that much. You wished you could find pleasure anything as much as she found in crappy fast food like this.

 

“Mm mm mm. Mmmmmmmnnn~.” The last quiet moan she did came as she stretched herself back, arms reaching high into the air, breasts pushing outwards, culminating in a pop as the button on her blouse burst, bouncing across the table.

 

“Oops. Dumb shirt.”

 

“You know, I have measured you before. We can get something that’s actually your size next time.”

 

“Hmm, I dunno. I forgot what it was again. Maybe you can measure my chest again later?”

 

You expected a sly smile, but with Sonata this was not an innuendo. She actually had forgotten and wanted you to help her again. Well, you weren’t going to complain. After all, there was a reason you didn’t write it down for her.

 

“Sonata, what are you doing?” You reached forward to stop her hands as she reached to her shirt.

 

“I dropped some in there, I gotta get it out. Help me unbutton it? The fabric’s too tight and it’s not coming.”

 

“We’re in public! We can do it later.”

 

“Nooo, please? It’s all pointy. Maybe you can reach it better?”

 

You looked around. The restaurant wasn’t that busy...

 

You grabbed a napkin and reached in.

 

“Yaaay!”

 

“Shh!”

 

You felt her soft, warm flesh around your hand and as much as you wanted to keep your hand there you didn’t want to look too much like a pervert and were able to quickly find the corner piece that crumbled off.

 

“Thank youuu.” She leaned down to take it from your hand in her teeth, but before you could lean back she reached over and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss in which she pushed the taco piece into your mouth with her tongue.

 

When she released you fell back into your seat stunned. She seemed unbothered though and continued to happily munch away without a care. She picked the oddest times to have these flashes of whatever sudden passion grabbed her.

 

You returned to reality when you felt her accidentally kick your leg again.

 

“These tables are sooo low. Why do they make them like this? Your legs fitting alright?”

 

You had no trouble with your feet on the floor, but her feet were resting against the bottom of your seat. Even like this her thighs were angled upwards so she really could not pull them back more than a few centimetres without her knees clunking against the bottom of the table.

 

You were going to reply, but she continued, “Can I rest my feet up there with you? They’d feel better stretched out like that rather than all cramped down here.”

 

She kicked off her flip-flops and brought her right leg up and around to your left side, then the other landed right in your crotch.

 

“Um, Sonata? Maybe move your-”

 

“Noo, it’s warm there. I’mma keep it right where it is.”

 

She wiggled her foot into its place and the feeling of it pressing against you was hard to ignore. It made it hard to focus on your food, but looking up you suddenly forgot about the pressure, warmth. and rubbing sensation against your nether regions as Sonata reached for your fries and your protectively pulled them away from her.

 

“Noooo, please? I’m done all my tacos and I’m still hungry. I knew those 50% off ones wouldn’t be as filling.”

 

You looked at the two empty trays in front of her and wondered how she went through them that fast. Were you really going to have to shell out for more food for her?

 

“Please?” She leaned forward, pouting as another small pop revealed more of her breasts.

 

“Please?” She pushed her heel forward just a little bit into your crotch.

 

...Fucking Taco Tuesday.