Imagine, if you will, an Equestria. Populated not by magical horses, but instead, magical humans. No, not Equestria Girls (unless you're in to that sort of thing), but regular, run of the mill humans. Now, suspend some of the more restrictive laws of physics and biology so that some of said ponypeople can grow beyond the limits of imagination and proportion.
Be it caused by an increase in status (including but not limited to Princessification), magically overdriven puberty, cosmetic sorcery, or simply an internal desire to be something more, these are the denizens of /Huge Humans/.
So stick around! Share a fanfic, post some pictures, discuss an idea, or even write something up if you're feeling it. It'll be fun!
>tfw Equine humans are like orks from 40k
They get bigger the more power they have.
... Oh shit.
bird humans are way bigger than horse humans
I'd totally like to, any idea what it's called or who its by?
I'd absolutely read it
Megapone's done some gay size stuff as of late, but he tends to go full macro
>To get her Nightmare Night costume right, Twilight copies a technique often used on royal guards
Whatever happened to that tumblr, anyway?
>in her professional life she has to be hard as hell
>you're her chance to be gentle and tender
>and she has a lot of love to give
Looking at it again, you're probably right, she's like 6'6" at most
As the Princess of the Crystal Empire, you owe it to your subjects, and indeed, all of Equestria to get out there and teach it to all who can cast it. Offer it directly to those who can't, as well.
You know it's a party when the satyrs start showing up
Exactly the line of thinking behind Amazon Ace
But I digress, more big betties.
Since the muscle thread is obviously bait
>tfw no biggril to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part
Said it before in another thread, but...
You will never live in the Sixth World where you can share cake and cuddle with this Awakened Amazon You will never astrally perceive her magnificent aura She will never be your big spoon She will never cast Mindlink on you She will never sustain a Force 6 Increase Body on you so you can be the big spoon
I'm possibly the ONLY one who'd love to cuddle up to Large Octavia...
DRAW US THIS NOW!
>huge humans is back
thank fuck, I missed you guys so much
when did d-tech last put something new out?
also, since crusaders of the lost mark, should we add DT to our little collection of growing/maturing girls?
>6' 5" almost neet girl with no life
She's a big girl who grows up to be a big woman with great big... wings.
>6'4" is considered manlet
My 5'6" ass has genuinely been triggered. The things I'd do for almost an extra foot...
Good to have you back!
If you're up for drawing lewd dudes, Recruit-hopeful Rumble's reaction to seeing Soarin's knee-length dong for the first time in the showers. If not, then I second >>25312716
Or more Smithy Twist. I love that picture so much, but I don't have it saved on my phone.
>The things I'd do for almost an extra foot
Well well well...
As it turns out, a Great and Powerful wizard has just the deal for you!
Should you agree to travel with her and serve the next couple of months as her stage hand, she'll happily give you that extra foot of height you so desire (and perhaps more if you're in to it). All that extra size will come in handy when you're schlepping props for her, after all! And hey, maybe if you work on your "stage presence" she might even make you part of her act!
There's just one tiny little catch. All that size is just for walking around in public. Whenever you're in her caravan, you'll dwindle away to a much more compact height. You understand, right? There simply isn't enough room for two very large individuals, and she is very large indeed.
So what do you say? Looking for a job?
>when did d-tech last put something new out?
His latest pastebin update is a month-old ditty about size and the effects of villainy: http://pastebin.com/K24yBk3P
>should we add DT to our little collection of growing/maturing girls
While it remains to be seen if this was actually a "redemption" or not, it's certainly got potential, especially considering her talent of "making others get stuff done". Maybe she finds out that steamrolling through others to get her way may be easy, it's much more rewarding to work together for mutual benefit?
obligatory request for more human on pony bustsnuggles
Huh, I guess I didn't really expect anyone to bite. She really didn't either, but sure enough, there you were: flyer in hand and bag packed.
After a properly magical handshake, she made good on her end of the offer on the spot. Having given you a list of items to pick up in town and a new perspective, she sent you off for your delivery work.
Seems like she overshot the "one extra foot" mark though. It was hard to say for sure, but comparing yourself to the stallion at the hardware store, you must have ended up around 7'. Not that you were going to complain, of course. She was even generous enough to scale your clothes up to match. Nope, no awkward wardrobe malfunctions for you!
Various odds and ends procured, you pause before heading to the outskirts of town where she's waiting. She was very clear about keeping a tight schedule, she absolutely had to be on the road before sundown. You could just lay low in a motel room and wait for her to leave, or even skip town in the other direction.
What do you say? Are you going to remain her packmule for the indeterminate future or are you going to bail and keep your newfound height?
Good answer. As you dump a barrel of maple syrup into the caravan's tank (it's magically self-propelled, what else would it run on?), she reminds you that a deal is a deal and you are basically her property until your contract is up.
You do note a significant amount of satisfaction in her voice as she says that, and if you were paying more attention you might even have noticed her admiring her "handywork".
Soon enough, the preparations are complete and she beckons you to follow her inside.
As you cross the threshold, the reducing effect is nearly immediate. The whiplash of losing more than half your height in a matter of seconds sends you reeling. The buxom mare who only moments before was up to your shoulders now looms above you, her outrageous proportions only exaggerated by your shrunken perspective. With a grin that can only be described as "predatory", she pats the mattress and invites you up. Setting aside the realization that the bed is hardly big enough for her, let alone the both of you, you climb up and take a seat next to her.
Any last words before you turn in for the night?
She was expecting you to be a bit pathetic, but she wasn't expecting you to be outright heartbreaking. Taking pity on your wounded-puppy routine she pulls you into her mammoth chest and tells you it's going to be alright.
Now that you have each-other, nothing can stop you.
There's a bunch of other sappy nonsense, but you're totally distracted by the sweet blueberry scent of her sweat.
Apparently she's been really lonely and extremely emotionally pent-up.
Turns out she was actually kind of hoping you would try to screw her so she would have an excuse to capture and torment you. Having someone to cuddle and open up to might be nice instead.
Now she's ashamed that she's only known you for a few hours and she's weeping all over you. But hey, you've got a big, comfy pillow of giantess to hold, what do you care?
Be sure to hold her close, it's gonna be a cold night.
Hello Anon, you seem to be new. Welcome to 4chan.
The thread you have created is a giantess fetish thread and belongs on /d/. This is the /mlp/ board, for discussion of My Little Pony.
/mlp/ rule 3: Topics must be show-related. When discussing people, they must be associated with the show and not the fandom.
Mods hate this board and us.
Is it to masturbate to?
You can tell us if it is.
I guess I can give you guys the smutty follow-up. It takes place some time later after you're both comfortable with the arrangement and each other. Basically once you're done being emotional trainwrecks.
So, you're out in the forest chopping logs. You've since learned there's little point in asking why Trixie orders you to do anything. It's much more productive to go out and chop far more lumber than you could ever cram in the wagon. At least she's nice enough to grow you up big enough to handle whatever nonsense task she's set you to. Sure, it's just because she finds it easier to blast you full of magic to make you huge then say, actually help you lift the caravan out of a ditch, but still.
This time you're a bit taller than the caravan itself, your oversized axe making short work of the trees. You've come to be quite familiar with the growth spell, so you're only mildly surprised with the familiar wave of warmth washes over you.
You shoulder the axe and turn to face her as the world stretches beneath you. At about waist high to you, she's starting to look like a child now. A massively overdeveloped child, sure, but short enough to play the part. You start to ask her what's next, but stop as she strides forward and plants a firm hand on your junk. This wave of magic is a bit different - feeling more like a splash of spearmint - and passes quickly. Thankful the feeling was isolated to your package, you dutiful follow as she beckons you to join her inside.
As you climb the steps towards the door, that other familiar pins-and-needles feeling strikes and by the time you reach the top you're looking way the hell up to her. This time, you're so off balance you trip head-first into her. It only takes you a moment to realize that not all of you shrank.
That oh-so-predatory grin from the first night returns to her face and stirs something deep inside you. You did promise to serve her to the best of your ability. If it's a fucktoy she wants, it's a fucktoy she'll get.
Guys I have been very busy so I dont think I will be able to deliver Amazonlestia busthugging until Friday
Anyway heres is the request of these guys
drawing one character is easier than two
hey buddy, this isn't /d/ where you can just throw out stuff like that despite how it's totally unrelated to anything
keep it horse
have some hyperhips instead
You're fine dude, just wanted to get you before the spaz showed up.
Nah, I'm a fan of the one on the left.
>lighter than air
Where's the fun in that?
You're aces, bud
I would suspect it'd be because of the whole
deal. Technically speaking, this stuff could also go in Fingerbang
which needs content too, but then it's kind of a fetish thing.
Macro thread has significantly different appeal, I agree there is a little bit of overlap but there's enough between them to justify being treated as different niches.
>fairly specific range between normal sized with unusual assets to very large, but never really going past mini-gts and even that is uncommon
>not exclusively size - bigness, growth, breasts/ass, muscle, maturation are all welcome with the unifying theme being that they're in moderation by fetish standards
>bulk of stuff is ponies, lots of people don't find ponies to be for sexual
>lots of OC stuff
>has micro and shrink, as well as lots of extreme macro with building-sized ponies etc
You could very easily enjoy one and have no real interest in the other. I think each is worth their own thread.
I feel like there's room for that sort of thing, as long as it's kept in moderation like all the growth themes.
After all, if you shrink Pipsqueak by half, you've effectively doubled the size of Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and the CMCs.
but maybe I just think that because I want some mild size theft content.
I think I'd be ok with mild size theft as long as the emphasis isn't disproportionately on the shrinking.
It's called huge humans for a reason, there should be a huge human involved. Mild size theft is pretty good way to tick that box if you want some incidental shrinking too.
Mmp has bulk stuff in ponies because most of the human stuff is being posted here. If people would stop making a new thread for everything, we could have more diverse content in the main generals.
I don't really see an issue with more thread diversity. If you like huge ponies, check MMP, if you like humans stay here, and if you like both, check both. I love breast expansion, but hate the other aspects of bimbofication, so I don't read the bimbo thread.
Plus, we have like one of these threads a month. Saying that this is the reason MMP has no humans is rather silly. Even when they do have humans, it's macro. This thread is less extreme. Pic related is about the upper limit of what we would see here, and more of a starting point for MMP.
discussion like this is really more /qa/ than anything, but that's neither here nor there.
By one shitposting anon, sure. I was hoping for more content to be shared on mmp but that's okay. I'm sorely tired of threads going dead because of too may individual interest threads popping up
Honestly, I don't think there would be any problem with you crossposting stuff you found in one thread if it were appropriate in another. If someone in MMP is writing mini-giantess stuff, I'd like to read it. It's just not worth it for me to go digging.
I personally like this thread being where it is because I don't like macro larger than just "kinda big". Actual macro threads tend to hover around "kaiju-sized", and that does absolutely nothing for me.
Seems like that's the general consensus. I'd add on that I like expansion and mild hyper but tits that reach the floor or dicks measured in yards are too extreme.
Really wish this had been her transformation in the actual movie.
>I wanna show you something, anon
Since we're edging dangerously close to that point where the thread into an image dump, let's have some worldbuilding discussion!
Stealing the idea from the Trixie adventure earlier in this thread, what would it be like to live in a HumanQuestria where size magic is easily accessible and relatively simple to cast? It would only be usable by the third of the population that has "unicorn" lineage, but it seems like just about everyone's got a friend that's magic.
What sort of unintended consequences befall a world where anyone with a library card and a free afternoon can learn to shape reality to their whim by freely adding
and removinginches to anyone or anything else?
Well, if we go by the show itself, then there is shapeshifting magic but it is temporary in nature.
Unless you're dealing with Super Mega levels of magic like Tirek or alicornification.
Fair point. I do like the idea of it requiring repeated, extended exposure to have lasting effects. The lady who gets all pumped up for a night out might only notice her normal clothing being slightly tighter the next morning, but the one who keeps dosing herself throughout the day for a couple of weeks finds it taking less and less to maintain her "goal height."
And speaking of dosing, I had totally forgotten alchemy was a thing. I see no reason why an enterprising baker couldn't gather a few common herbs and roots, mix them up with a fuckton of sugar, and make some delicious treats to help herself gain some weight in all the right ways. After all, why should the innate magic users have all the fun?
So that begs the question, why this fashion trend of female cosmetic growth? In our world guys generally want shorter girls.
What's different in Equestria that would make woman seek out height increases and cause men to see that as desirable?
(Love me some big Twist by the way.)
Let's say it started way back when Fluttershy got her modeling gig. The scene was captivated by the idea of a woman so tall and so "gifted" being so soft and gentle, while still being strong enough to wrassle a bear. Her naturally large figure paved the way for those who were willing to experiment with unnatural enhancement.
The fad quickly progressed to the extremes in both directions: a two-story Maud might have gotten a contract advertising a new mall to fund her studies, while a palm sized Fleur could be seen dancing seductively with a bottle of champagne that costs more than you make in a month.
Like all trends, it would pass as swiftly as it arrived, but the cultural damage would be done. A whole generation would be exposed to the idea that a bigger woman is still a woman, just with a whole lot more. While not every man might have a taste for the extra large, those on the fence would be easily swayed if they only gave an "elevated" girl a chance.
The alternate answer is that a few macho stallions went around being huge and acting like douchebags, tainting the ideal of size = masculinity.
Not that big girls can't be villainous too, of course.
>Blueblood makes an enormous appearance at a gala
>everyone's too distracted by his boorish antics and poorly contained megacock to notice how often he's ducking away to sustain the enlargement
>the next day, Fancypants makes a statement by appearing in public at 3/4ths size and a very tall Fleur-de-Lis at his side
>the craze of little stallion + big mare couples spreads like wildfire
Would Trixie be ashamed of her alicorn amulet enhanced body? I imagine that would be rather difficult to reverse.
It was the easiest way for her to get her starting capital without surrendering control of her business to an outside investor. She's just a young girl with a shaky business plan, as prosperous as Equestria might be, a bank can't just loan out large sums of money like that.
It's much easier on the paperwork for them to pack a duffel bag full of the exact amount of cash she was asking for (+10% for her trouble) and let her come back and take it. Since Twist didn't even threaten anyone, she could even come back in the afternoon and open a professional account.
Government insurance covers the money. She and the bank manager both get a letters from Celestia apologizing for the unpleasantness of the whole process. Considering the nature of her business, Celestia might even make a personal appearance once Twist has gotten things off the ground.
>"I'm sorry Ms. Twist but I'm afraid we'll have to decline your loan application. Ponyville is already saturated with bakeries and with this budget for custom equipment I'm not sure your plan is viable."
>"It's not going to be another bakery, I told you I'll be specializing in candy! And I need that equipment, do I look like I can use regular cookware?"
>the agent looks up at the distraught young woman
>"be that as it may, my decision is final. There are other options, of course. I wish you the best of luck with whatever you decide."
>he slides over a brochure titled "So you've decided to heist" and a note to come back at 2:00
>Cash-In-Hand loved being a teller. He was born to handle money and he got to meet interesting people all day.
>Case in point- the mysterious masked giantess patiently waiting her turn in line
>"Welcome to the First Bank of Ponyville, how may I help you today?"
>"I-I'd like to make a... a withdrawal please."
>So meek and quiet for such an abundant woman. Where was this girl's confidence?
>"I'm sorry, Miss. You'll have to speak up."
>"g-GIMMIE ALL YOUR MONEY!"
>"I must apologize, but emptying the vault to give you all of our. Money would simply be impractical. May I offer you this bag of unmarked bills?"
>the bandit's eyes went wide as he dropped the bag on the counter and revealed the stacks of cash within.
>"Oh my! Thanks! But, uh"
>she eyed the non-descript black duffel
>"Ah, just a moment. Hey Bean Counter, grab me one of those big dollar sign sacks!"
>"No way! We need those for transfers!"
>"Piss off, we can spare one. Can't you see you're breaking this poor girl's heart?"
>Twist was happy to hold the sack as the teller dumped the money in
>Cash in hand, she bounded for the door and was on her way
>"Thank you for choosing First Bank of Ponyville. Have a nice day!"
This is fun!
It's silly, but fun to read.
I'll have you know that matters like this are extremely serious.
Or, at least, Detective Gum Shoe seems to think so.
>Serious and infuriating. How do the robbers always know to wear those stripes that interfere with the cameras?
>rewinding the low quality tape, Gum Shoe grumbles to himself
>the footage is basically useless, the film grain makes the robber look like eight feet tall for The Maker's sake!
>and the guy must have been wearing some kind of puffed up body armor on his chest, cause it looks like he's got tits as big as...
>well, as big as that nice young woman in the smart blazer that's working with an account manager
>come to think of it, her big poofy haircut looks a bit similar too
>probably just a coincidence
>like the fact she walked in with one of those bank bags stuffed with cash is just a coincidence
>oh well, he'll just file another unsolvable case an be on his way.
Is Amazonian okay?
>tfw still have the search terms for pics bookmarked
>tfw will probably never finish
Considering that "fashionable bigness" fell out of style at least a couple years ago, Rarity could have used enchanted dresses to attract attention at her Canterlot Boutique. Giving everyone a taste of Princess Twilight's large-but-not-excessive figure very well could inspire further experimentation.
From there, Goth Pony could turn heads with Princess Luna's bottom-heavy build and Bright Pony would certainly draw the eye when she grows into Princess Celestia's "huge everything" proportions.
Should we get a pastebin going?
That's the next step in becoming a "real" general, right? Our own linkboard?
Here's what I dug up from the last thread:
General villainy: http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/24888144/#24941700
Trixie one-shot: http://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/24888144/#24944235
Also, a copy of a post in that thread that had some stuff from previous threads:
Just a quick and dirty Rarity muscle-growth story
That one with Sunset & Co. from the last thread that went on too long
Also a tittymonster Rarity story from one of the other threads that's still up.
were we waiting on stories? I'm up to trying to do one.
Well, Twist is ridiculous and adorable so I'll accept that as the highest of praise.
I'd beg for more ridicudorable antics, but I think I still have one or two more of your pics of her to post and one or two more scenes I'm piecing together, so I'll just say stay tuned.
Fashionable Bigness is lame, Practical Bigness is where it's at.
Aside from say, the family of rock farmers, who would have an excuse to indulge in enlargement?
Spitfire heaves a sigh of relief as she steps into the locker room. Behind her, the early morning sun is just peeking over the horizon, visible for just a moment as the door closes behind her. The mild stink of sweat still lingers from the room's years of use, slightly masked by feminine deodorant and a thick, almost humid quality to the air.
"Another day at the camp," the redhead says with a grunt, stretching her arms up towards the ceiling, nearly brushing it with her fingertips. Not surprising as Spitfire is, quite simply, a very large woman; towering over all of her female teammates, and a head over the biggest of the males. It's just how she was born.
Finding clothing is a pain, in the sense that everything has to be custom fitted, but after a lifetime of enormity, such things are second nature. Besides, it's not as though Spitfire hates her body. Quite to the contrary; from her toes to the top of her head, the Captain is all but in love with herself.
Stripping out of her civvies, the towering redhead moves to the showers for a morning rinse. She has to duck to make sure that her thick mane gets thoroughly soaked, but after giving her hair and face a good washing, Spitfire is more than happy to linger under the shower head and let the water roll down her body. Closing her eyes, she sighs.
And then she feels it.
An unexpected sensation centered around the bottom of her chest; one that causes her breasts to quiver and shake. Snapping her eyes open, the titanic woman glances back over her shoulder. Her lip curls and her eyes narrow as she catches sight of a curl of wispy, cloud-colored hair.
"Fleet, what the hell are you doing back there?"
"Oh Captain," her teammate says in a mocking moan, grinding her chest into the larger woman's back as her hands begin to traverse Spitfire's breasts. "You know how it is; whenever I see these fat, luscious breasts, I just have to grab onto them!"
As the smaller woman's hands finally escape from underneath her teammate’s chest, it becomes obviously clear how truly massive Spitfire is. Even with Fleetfoot's body pressed firmly against her back, the Wonderbolt can only manage to reach three-quarters of the way around the Captain's chest. As the smaller woman strains her fingers, she can only just touch the edge of Spitfire's teacup-sized nipples. It's still enough to make the larger woman shudder though.
"I can see that," the Captain finally hisses through her teeth. "And I'm telling you to stop, now."
Fleetfoot makes a plaintive sound, still generously groping the Captain's chest as she rubs herself into the larger woman's back. "But I can't; you've just got too much tit for one woman. It's not fair that you're so huge and I'm so flat."
"I can't do anything about that," the Captain responds, trying to hide the breathless gasps threatening to stumble out from between her lips as her breasts are continually mauled. "If you want bigger boobs, go get implants or something."
Finally wrestling herself away from Fleetfoot's grip, Spitfire turns towards her tiny teammate. Crossing her arms under her chest, because there's no way to manage them over, the redhead glares. The diminutive diva in front of her flinches, instinctively crossing her arms over her rather narrow body.
'Flat'foot looks up at her for a moment before pouting and scuffing her heel against the ground. Puffing out her cheeks, she grumbles, "But I don't want implants, they look gross and unnatural. Just give me yours. And your butt and height too."
Sighing, Spitfire reaches out and ruffles Fleetfoot's hair as she walks past her. "That's not how it works."
"But it should!" the smaller woman shouts as the Captain marches out of shower and back into the locker room proper. Toweling herself off is a rather time consuming affair, but when you've practically got acres of skin, it's to be expected.
Saving her hair for last, Spitfire wraps the thick cloth around her head, standing otherwise nude in front of her locker. A shiver rumbles through her body, from her ears to her heels as she reaches into the locker and pulls out her flight suit.
Just like the Captain's entire body, the uniform is impossibly large. The chest area has been visibly reinforced with additional fabric to ensure both comfort and coverage when stretched to its limits. Pulling down the zipper, Spitfire smiles and adores the quiet sound. Her civilian underwear forgotten, the giant of a woman steps into the suit.
It takes some maneuvering to fit her sizable feet through the tight holes at the bottom of the legs, but it's certainly familiar. The fabric clings tightly to her ankles, providing an illusionary support which slowly extends as she rolls the suit up her muscular calves. Her thighs, muscular, meaty, massive, the sure signs of a woman in her sexual prime, cause the snug suit to strain a little as she pulls the fabric up towards her hips.
It's here that the suit begins to creak; so snug and taut around the middle third of her body that as the stretchy suit slides over her bulging backside, Spitfire can only sigh, feeling the tell-tale pressure of the suit mashed against her lower lips. Pausing long enough to admire herself in the mirror, the Captain bites her lip, catching an eyeful of cameltoe, and the prominant nub standing out in stark contrast to the otherwise smooth lines of the suit.
"I really hope I can spend a lot of time sitting today," she mumbles to herself, even as her fingers slide down and give the button a playful nudge. Hissing through her teeth, the red-faced Captain turns her attention back to other matters. Certainly not more pressing, as the fabric pulls itself more firmly up against her snatch the higher her suit goes.
With the first half of dressing herself out of the way, Spitfire slides her arms through the suit, wiggling her exposed fingers as the pop free. The flight suit itself covers all the way up to the first knuckle, so the much of her hand is covered. With a surprising amount of reverence, the Captain curls her fingers inwards, sliding them along her now smooth, seamless, and featureless palms. It's enough to send an electric shiver through her body, further spurring her onward.
And here it is. The most difficult challenge. As Spitfire glances into the mirror, she can't help but admire the half-dressed woman staring back at her. A pair of truly titanic tits spill out from the v-shaped space between the teeth of the suit. Slowly, Spitfire reaches up and tucks away her breasts into the confines of the suit.
Even in its unzipped state, the tight fabric causes her chest to seem buoyant, almost as though their heft and hugeness were not issues for the giant woman. Finding the zipper, Spitfire begins to slide it upwards, compressing her chest and causing it to seek more room to breathe, climbing ever higher towards her neck. The Captain gulps, watch her breasts rise like baking bread, seeking to escape the steady upwards march of the zipper.
She squirms, her hips rolling and grinding into the unyielding crotch of the suit as she makes it to the halfway point with the zipper. And then stops. Or rather, is forced to stop, as the small metal device won't go any higher.
"Oh no," Spitfire mutters to herself, giving a few experimental tugs, but to no avail. With an irritated huff, the Captain decides to pull again, this time for several seconds. The zipper slides up another two or three notches, and then no more. Groaning, Spitfire closes her eyes. "This isn't happening..."
"Hey Cap," Fleetfoot's cheery voice calls out. "Having a little trouble wrangling the girls?"
"You could say that," Spitfire responds, forcing a smile as she looks to her already dressed teammate. "I hate to think it, but they may have gotten bigger again."
Puffing out her cheeks again, the white-haired woman scowls. "Oh yeah, I'm sure you hate to think about it, titty monster."
"Just get over here and help me stuff them in my suit."
That seems to cheer her up. With a happy bounce, Fleetfoot lands in front of her Captain, a lecherous grin on her lips. Flexing her fingers, Fleet abruptly reaches up and begins groping the larger woman again, making small, curious sounds. "Hmm. Hmm, hmm, yes, I see."
"W-what the heck are you doing? I just need help getting them in."
Putting on a serious scowl, Fleetfoot shakes a finger in the Captain's face. "But I want to know why it's not fitting."
"As if it isn't obvious," Spitfire sighs, rolling her eyes. "But fine, Professor Fleetfoot, what's your diagnosis?"
"Too much tit." Fleetfoot nods, as though she's uncovered some sort of secret truth.
"Of course it is. But would you mind helping me now?"
"You're no fun in the morning, Captain."
Sighing, Fleetfoot slides her hands inside Spitfire's suit, pressing her palms firmly up against the larger woman's breasts. The soft flesh yields to the pressure, allowing the zipper to continue its climb. Spitfire struggles to keep her breathing even as her teammate's hands slide over the vast upper swell of her chest, refusing to be removed until the teeth are closed. At last Spitfire's zipper reaches her shoulders and the smaller woman pulls her hands free.
"Well, that was a lot of fun," she grins, reaching out and toying with her Captain's captive chest. As the redhead squirms, Fleet tugs on one of her painfully erect nipples, earning a squeal from Spitfire. "Let me know if you need help stripping this afternoon."
"That won't be a problem," Spitfire huffs, collecting herself again. The zipper slides the rest of the way up to her neck, encasing almost her entire massive body in the stretchy, form-hugging flight suit. With a shake of her head, Spitfire turns to the mirror and admires herself for a moment. Another day is about to begin. She lets out a sigh of relief.
There is no warming, save for a momentary creak. The sound of metal sheering follows.
Both women gawk as a canyon of buoyant, flight-suit supported cleavage springs into view. The Captain's pale flesh stands out starkly against the Wonderbolt blue, drawing even more attention to the deep darkness that promises untold delights.
"Another flight suit down," Fleetfoot finally says with a smile. "I guess you've got a trip to requisitions on the agenda today."
Spitfire gives a pained sigh, smooshing her tremendous tits together.
The perils of being huge...
Would sand nigger humans be both strangely tall and short?
>"Just give me yours. And your butt and height too."
>"That's not how it works."
/r/'ing a follow up where that is how it works, just for a day or so.
Fleetfoot gets to live the struggles and pleasures of hugeness and Spitfire realizes why Fleetfoot is such an insatiable horndog.
Optional bonus ending: they share the wealth and both end up huge, insatiable horndogs
Here's a preliminary attempt:
Post stuff I'm missing and correct my shitty synopses and I'll put something proper together tomorrow
Rarity muscle-growth story: http://pastebin.com/HZ5VUnjN
That one with Sunset & Co.: http://pastebin.com/4zkWGUv1
Also a tittymonster Rarity story: http://pastebin.com/K0nsc8Kf
Scared fluttershy: http://pastebin.com/cbCKa9du
Friendship-fueled growth for the post-FG Equestria Girls: http://pastebin.com/QWpYbLe9
size and the effects of villainy:http://pastebin.com/K24yBk3P
Cuddly Amazon: http://pastebin.com/fMC5gZ8W
Growing Shimmer: http://pastebin.com/XxTUx431
Pinkie/Fluttershy hyper BE: http://pastebin.com/hcUaLQXA
Rainbow Dash drinks milk and grows tits: http://pastebin.com/ZiTaUZD5
CHSLestia strips for Thunderlane, gets intimate: http://pastebin.com/fSJjDTVM
Dash grows: http://pastebin.com/pJLJzdRn
a muscledom Dash story, and a not-quite-lewd /ss/ story with a similar build
one where Sunset Shimmer has really big, sensitive knockers: http://pastebin.com/SpLcykCA
Octoberfest with Babs: http://pastebin.com/3cKrHsv6
Sharing a bed with your OC pony biggirl roommate.
no funny business okay, a little funny business
technology trends towards the smaller and more compact
which is a shame, because her giant fingers have trouble working the keys
Lyra pls, Bon Bon is supposed to be the huge one
That's a pretty lewd dude spoiler you got going on there.
Size theft is fun, consensual size transfer is better, but size sharing is best.
horndogs are great too, they're vaguely like bimbos but goal-driven and conniving instead of slutty dumb! Treehugger is a total horndog. Suddenly I want to ship Treehugger and Fleetfoot as horndog sisters-in-arms.
So I've been thinking about it for the past day, and couldn't get this one thing off my mind. Sorry in advance for the brevity.
>You glance up from your book and call down the stacks.
"No shouting in the library!"
>There's a momentary pause, but it's quickly followed up by a giggle.
>"As if you're one to talk. Come here for a minute!"
>Pulling your feet off of the circulation desk, you slide your bookmark between the pages and head deeper into the library.
>The shelves tower over you, stretching up nearly twice your height and packed full of books.
>It takes a little wandering, but you finally find your way to the librarian.
>Twilight flashes you a smile.
>"Hey there, stranger."
"To you too."
>Leaning on the cart beside her, you raise an eyebrow.
>Twi's cheeks color a little as she bites her lip.
>"Well, things have been quiet for a little while now, so I was wondering if you could help me with shelving?"
>You smirk as Twilight bobs her head.
>"I'd do it myself, but I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes. Do you mind?"
"Not a problem."
>Twilight flashes you a smile and taps a stack on the cart.
>"These have all been sorted and are ready to be shelved, so you're good to go."
>There's no doubt that the librarian's speaking the truth.
>She's one of the most meticulous people you've ever met.
>Sliding your thumb down along the spines of the book, you find the portion for this section and pick them up.
>Twilight watches you with a mixture of adoration and amazement as you set your feet.
>And squat straight to the ground.
>"Oh Anonymous, you're so good at this!"
>Holding back a slight chuckle, you look up at your coworker.
>And up some more for good measure.
>From your frog-like position, you're about eye level with her knee.
>Meaning she's at least four times your height.
>Gulping, you watch as Twilight rises up onto her toes and begins to easily shelve the books at the very top.
>"We make a really great team, don't we, Anonymous?"
>Today would go down as a really good day.
>Mostly because none of the stacks got knocked over by Twilight trying to get closer to the ground.
I really like the concept.
Did Anon meet her before or after she became a mini-giantess?
I didn't really give it much thought, just that it would be a nice dynamic to play off. In general, magic is fine and all but I prefer a naturalness. So she just grew into herself though puberty, I suppose.
I love these threads a lot, so here's some stuff I wrote for the past ones
DT/SS get bigger: http://pastebin.com/LPGkrESL
Soarin'/Rumble get "professional": http://pastebin.com/ySy1HmAP
Variety Adventure: http://pastebin.com/cqRXT7UZ
that's actually not a bad idea, and I don't think Fleetfoot could manage to live with another fly-girl/guy. do you mind if I consider borrowing that; provided I actually make up my mind to try and carry the story, of course.
Absolutely go for it!
Fleetfoot loves it because Treehugger is huge and mellow, totally willing to let her do whatever she wants.
Treehugger loves it because as much as she enjoys hunting down and bedding chicks even more "gifted" than her, sometimes it's nice just to lie back and let your body get worshiped. And by sometimes, she means all the time. And Fleetfoot is pretty much ready to go all the time (when she's around, anyway).
Overly specific kink territory:
While Treehuger doesn't mind letting a little lady play with her, her preference for giantesses expresses itself when she begins lactating and her milk makes Fleetfoot grow. Also, I don't know about you guys, but I consider pretty much everything in these threads (and 4chan in general) fair game to be stolen, repurposed, bastardized and remixed. So, while I appreciate the courtesy and chance to ramble about my fetishes, it's totally unnecessary.
Only 1 human is grape soda flavored.
Does that mean she's orange soda flavored? Because I love orange soda.
I do, I do, I do!
>Lyra & Bon Bon, both super-sized, are on a walk and see this
>because it's inexplicably happening in public
>Lyra's eyes light up, she turns to her partner with a gasp
>"No, Lyra. Just... No"
>"but BOOBS, Bonnie! Look at her boobs! I want boobs like that!"
>"Hun, we're both sporting chests that defy the alphabet. Do you really want to get pumped up even bigger?"
>Lyra, now clinging to her partner, nods vigorously.
>"oh Lyra, what am I going to do with you"
Well I hope you can handle an inordinate amount of it
>inflate her with a magically summoned bike pump, was apparently what Bon Bon was going to do with her
>and inflate she did
>rather quickly, too
>while Bon Bon had a bit of height on her, Lyra's figure expanded in to the realm of "gargantuan" and made her thickness seem positively flat
>with a *pop* and a cheerful *squee*, Lyra pulled the hose from her mouth and showered her lover with gratitude
>the two were interrupted by a lazy golf-clap
>turns out the musical couple had come over to watch the show
>looking from one cartoonishly large lady to the other, the DJ took a seat on a bench
>"you two should make out. It'd totally be hot"
>after giving a permissive shrug, Bon Bon plopped down in the grass to watch
>having spent a moment sizing up the cellist (hardly half her height, but just as ridiculously proportioned), Lyra scooped her up
>titflesh met titflesh as the makeouts began
>"Giantesses, huh? That fun?"
>"You know, it kind of is. It's like you're living a doll house."
>"You guys fuck like that?"
>"mmhmm. It's amazing too. All the pleasures get amplified right along with you."
>"Must suck when it wears off."
>"I wouldn't know. Can you believe she's kept me like this for a month straight? I even found out she set an alarm so she could refresh it while I'm asleep."
>"That's some dedication."
>"I know, right? You should have seen her the one time I was running late and came home six inches shorter. She looked like I had drowned her gramma."
>"Man, they are really going at it. You're a lucky lady."
>Bon Bon nods along, and notices that Octavia isn't looking quite so little
>the two are practically rolling over each other, and Lyra is getting more and more pinned
>Looking over, she sees Vinyl focusing intently and making arcane gestures
>"Hey, you don't mind if I make mine bigger than yours, right? There's no way Octavia will let me sustain this for too long."
>"Go for it, Lyra likes being the small one anyway."
>small, of course, being a relative term when one is ten feet tall and built like a weather balloon
Hey, I was posting some milky amazon gilda green in the last bimbo thread that was towards the end more based on here than there that I could post, if anyone's interested. I had an installment I never managed to get to before it 404'd. A couple of the posts near the beginning were some other anon, but the rest of it's mine.
>The absurdly busty Gilda keeps bothering you, calling you names and telling you to stay out of her way.
>Oddly enough, it seems like she's going out of her way to be where you are.
>And her jostling seems to involve her tits hitting you more often than is likely.
>Are her nipples always that hard? Those look like they could cut glass.
>she starts calling your head a boobrest
>the other tall bimbos start doing it
>soon they all start doing it when you're trying to sit down to eat
>I got 99 problems, and the worst are the effects on my goddamn neck jesus these things are heavy
>Not having to pay for milk at lunch is nice though.
>For some reason Gilda refuses to let you drink from any of the other bimbos, keeping you to herself.
>Ever since you started drinking from her, Gilda's shirts have seemed even tighter and her nipples are visible through them pretty much 24/7.
>By lunch time the fronts of her shirts are usually soaked through, as are her daisy dukes. The former by milk, the latter not so much.
>she "forces" you to tell her your number
>she texts you in the middle of classes to go to the bathroom, where she'll be waiting
>you don't even have to hear her say it as you see her take her damp shirt off and see her leaking tits spill out
>When you return to class kids ask you why you always have a milk mustache
>All this milking is having an effect on gilda's figure.
>While originally her shirts were by no means loose, now they all have either large gaps between the buttons or show an astounding amount of underboob as the always-soaked shirts try to contain her swollen, milky tits.
>Her bottom half isn't exempt from this change either.
>Her hips have widened to be greater across than her shoulders, and each buttock has to be the size of a basketball, if not greater.
>Gilda emphasises these changes with a change to her wardrobe, eschewing her usual short-shorts for belt-like microskirts that barely cover her bulging, leaking cameltoe and don't restrain the jiggling in the slightest.
>You have a few classes with gilda as well.
>In most of them the fertile-figured amazon of a slut sits next to you, making sure you can't keep your eyes on the teacher.
>She'll shift her position, yawn, and lean in you direction to give you an eyeful of jiggling flesh, or a veritable canyon of cleavage, or even leave a damp spot on your arm where her thimble-sized nipple brushed it.
>Once or twice she even sat there panting with a vibrator stuffed into her fat slick twat.
>But by far the most outstanding class of all is gym class.
>For some reason gym classes at CHS are co-ed, and Gilda's taken full advantage of that to make sure you're a pre-leaking mess.
>The sight of her baby-begging figure squeezed into a gym uniform sized for a regular-figured girl several sizes smaller is legendary.
>The top is entirely insufficient, and looks more like a soaked crop-top on her beachball-sized funbags. Her areolas even peek out the bottom.
>The gym shorts are no better, and might as well be made out of thin latex for all that they conceal. They look more like very tiny panties when squeezed between her globular buttocks, and her cameltoe (complete with quivering grape-sized clit) is squashed between her immense muscular thighs.
>It's basketball this month, and there is a lot more bouncing (and a lot more dribbling) than is normal for a class like this.
>The seven-foot (and a half) slut finally takes a break from her relentless teasing to play seriously. Not that that changes anything.
>After running circles around your entire team, she's worked up quite a sweat, and is dripping enough milk and persperation to render her entirely slick.
>As class ends though, she's back in business as she pulls you into the shower room. She says she full up top and demands a quick draining before next period. Consider it a reward for good conduct in the court.
3/4, pic drawn by bimbo sparkles.
>You're sick for a few days one week, nothing serious but it kept you away from school.
>When you return you barely make it a few steps inside the school before you hear her voice.
>"Hey dweeb, what kept you? You've been slacking in your duties!"
>You turn in surprise and there parting the crowd (and standing head-and-shoulders above it) is the bimbo herself.
>Apparently she hasn't had anyone else drain her overproductive udders, because she is incredibly swollen. You thought they were enormous before, but that was before the pressure of the milk inside had bloated them out to nearly twice their previous diameter. The only thread of decency is maintained by an extremely overburdened sling bikini under an open vest.
>Under the weight of all that milk, they've lost a lot of that perkiness, and from the heaviness of her breathing as she stalks towards you and the way she winces with every slap of her jiggling tits against her chiseled abs she's obviously feeling the pressure.
>"Where were you? I was worr- I'm not going to let you slack on your duties. Do you have any idea how excruciating it is to let these babies get this full?"
>Gilda drags you into one of the less-used storage rooms, placing you down on one of the tables while she quickly sheds her damp clothes. Her swollen udders are steadily leaking milk onto her abs, and the prominence of veins running to her nipples show just how desperate she is.
>Your lap is quickly straddled by the amazon, and thanks to her height you're left with her leaking nipples bouncing in front of your eyes, throbbing with her heartbeat.
4/5, over limit by 700 characters.
>Her breathing is heavy as you take one massive nipple in your mouth, the familiar taste of her milk covering your tongue. With the first pull it emits a veritable torrent of milk, almost bulging your cheeks out by the end of it. You swallow and take another pull, then another, before switching to the other nipple to give that one some relief. Gilda sighs and moans while you do, her firm hands kneading into your back as her lidded purple eyes look down at your face.
>It's not long before the feeling of your drinking starts to get to her, hurried along by the occasional application of your teeth and tongue on her turgid nipple. Her expansive hips start to grind on your lap, her huge puffy cameltoe grinding through her sodden panties and your dampening jeans against your growing erection. She doesn't always drop her tough act all the way when you milk her, but this time it's all she can do not to rip off your clothes and ride you until her eyes have rolled back and her womb is bloated with spunk.
>Officially, you're reported sick for one more day.
I'd write more, but I have college work to do and I'm kinda burned out on gilda at the moment.
>After a few days of regular draining, Gilda's back down to her old size, though she seems more sensitive that before.
>She can't contain her moans when you're milking her anymore, and her grinder herself against you is just about full-on humping.
>Lately Gilda's taken to doing early morning runs on weekends, "coincidentally" taking path by your house. The sight of all that jiggling tit and long toned leg is the subject of quite a few excellent wanks on your part.
>Even better is when she stops by your house to cool down, since "she knows you're too much of her bitch to complain."
>The running is doing excellent things to her figure, her thighs, hips and ass are increasing in size even beyond their impressiveness before. It won't be long before the amazon has trouble fitting through doors without turning.
this absolutely needs to be a thing
like, Princess Cadence decides to spice up this year's Crystal Fair by using the Crystal Heart as an antenna to bast all her female subjects with some body-mod magic that brings them up to her scale.
The best "safe" hyperbusty Cadence picture has already been posted, so just pretend this is Cadence instead of Blacklight Sparkblack.
he hasn't recently
last update on tumblr was a commission from a couple weeks ago, last update on derpibooru was a commission from two months ago.
>Be teacher at CHS
>Aria gets terrible scores on all her tests
>One day she stays behind after class and locks the door
>"I'm sure we can find a way to bring up my grades, lets say for each extra mark the zipper goes down another tooth"
What is the correct and moral course of action here guys?
the repercussions of Cadence pulling something like >>25368541
Unless you're up for some m/m content. If you are, you should do something about prissy bottom Blueblood enlarging his latest prey's dick until they can satisfy him.
I don't know if you'll do EQG, but
Sunset Shimmer completely unused to her new body, knocking shit over with her gazongas and feeling bad, until she witnesses their power over Flash Sentry's feeble mind and she starts to appreciate what she can do with her new assets
I'm trying to do stuff
Expect more from me this month
Hey, that's great.
Both the sketch and the news.
>lots of horse porn
Is it happening? It feels like it's happening.
it's absolutely happening
and it's magical
I'm probably going to regret this.
"Oh good, you're here," Prince Blueblood says. He's not actually a Prince, you don't think, but with the clout he carries he may as well be. Blonde, slightly stringy hair rolls over his cheeks and down to his jaw, framing his immaculate toothy grin. You open your mouth to respond, but he quickly scowls and claps his hands together.
"Now, now, none of that my dear. I'm sure you have dozens of questions, but I can't stand a chatty companion." A lecherous glint flashes in his eyes as he adds, "If you find it difficult to keep your mouth shut however, I'm more than happy to provide you with a gag."
You press your lips together in a sign of submission to the man. He claps again and bobs his index finger up and down a few times. "Marvelous. Now strip, I'd like to see what they've sent me this time."
Holding back a sigh you peel off your suit, folding each piece as you go and trying to ignore the intense stare of Blueblood. It's not that you mind having male clients, but at least the women don't lick their chops so menacingly. Except that one Orange woman.
"Stop," Blueblood's voice rings out as you make it down to your skivvies. Standing up straight, you turn to face the young man. The blonde purses his lips, then contorts them off to one side of his mouth before shaking his head. "I'm afraid not. This simply will not do!"
You raise an eyebrow, taking a quick glance down at yourself. The escort business is rough at times, but you've got a pretty popular body type. Then again, maybe Blueblood's an eccentric and prefers extremes? You remain silent and unmoving, the blonde finally turning back to you and shaking his head.
"What are you still doing here? I told you I'm not interested." His wrist flicks a few times, sending his fingers out in a dismissive fashion. "Shoo, shoo!"
Now, any other night and you might have done just that. You're a busy man, and you don't have time to be messing around with a fussy client. But you don't have any other assignments available tonight; this is it. If you leave now, you're not getting anything for the night. So you remain stoic.
Seeing that you're not in the mood to leave, Blueblood sighs and taps a finger to his cheek. "I don't know how much clearer I can make this; you're simply not enough." And when you remain locked to the floor, he huffs, walks up, and grabs your crotch. "Here, you're not enough here! And no amount of posturing is going to get me to change my mind!"
You flinch, feeling the rather soft tips of the man's fingers cradled up against your testicles. Blueblood doesn't miss the motion and smirks, dragging his fingers in a slow, easy motion towards his palm. The sensation isn't unpleasant, and somewhat dulled by your underwear, but as the blonde cradles your coin purse, his expression shifts.
"Hold a moment," he mutters, jiggling his hand a little and giving a thoughtful hum. After a moment, he looks up at you and scowls. "You're rather dense."
You open your mouth to ask in what sense he means, but remember the rule and quickly quiet yourself. Blueblood snorts a little, still inspecting your crotch with his fingers for a few moments more before pulling away.
"Well you still aren't that impressive in size," he sighs, waving his hand in the air. "But your caliber seems like it might be acceptable."
Pulling away again, he taps on his cheek and sighs. "What to do, what to do, what to do?" Glancing between you and the phone, Blueblood scrunches up his face. And then smiles.
"You are mine for the night, correct?" You bob your head and he flashes his teeth again. "Marvelous. Stay right there, I have just the thing."
As if you're going to go anywhere with a night's pay on the line. You watch with a muted interest as Blueblood rummages through various drawers, wondering what sort of 'surprise' he's got in store. You've been doing this long enough that it's probably not that exciting at all. But, you'll still need to look the part. You start running through various looks of shock and amazement in your head, trying to decide which will be most suitable.
"And here it is!" Blueblood says with a cheer. You remain silent as he hurries back with a small tin of something or other in his hands. Stopping in front of you, he clears his throat and nods to you. "And now, finish stripping."
About time. You easily step out of your underwear, placing it with the rest of your things. The room is a little chilly which, combined with Blueblood's earlier ranting, isn't doing much for your self-confidence, but you're making a decent showing at chub.
Muttering to himself, Blueblood digs into the tin with his fingers. Taking a few seconds to spread a pale gloop over his palms, he reaches down and begins groping you again; this time in earnest. You wait patiently for him to begin to explain himself, but the blonde is silent, intent on covering your dong in this slop.
Perhaps that's a little harsh; it's not like the tingling sensation now running up and down your shaft is unpleasant. Quite the contrary actually, it's sort of like icy hot, without the extreme shift in temperatures. Just a pleasant, easy, bulging-
You gulp, gawking down at your dick as it seems to swell a little before your eyes. Not that such a reaction is entirely unexpected, being so thoroughly groped, but something feels off. Heck, something even looks off, the way the thicker veins seem to stand out lewdly against the increasingly tight shaft. Your dick pulses with each pump of your heart, seeming to stretch further and wider as the seconds tick by.
"Fantastic," Blueblood mutters to himself, still showing teeth. He gives a few experimental tugs and you gasp. The blonde has an expectant look on his face, holding his breath as he waits for you to break the agreement, but your tongue stays exactly where it ought. He doesn't look nearly as dissatisfied this time however.
"I bet you're wondering what's going on?" Blueblood says with a chuckle, dipping his fingers back into the tin and smearing more of the salve onto his palms. As he applies another coat, the young man grins up at you. "It's a little something I picked up on holiday; supposedly it helps with virility issues, a topical viagra, if you will. But the healthy men swear by it too, they say that they use it on those 'special nights' with their partners."
Your once modest meat is already approaching drumstick length. As Blueblood continues to work his hands, you can feel his palms relaxing. After a few good seconds of the second round, your client is forced to use both hands together in order to ensure a smooth, even covering.
You wet your lips, panting and grunting a little as he forces your swelling schlong upwards. It's difficult to do anything but gulp as you see your now beyond-beer-can width trouser snake looking up at you, inching itself higher as the head is now even, no, now past your navel.
"This is already worth the price!" Blueblood laughs, hands hungrily devouring as much of your meaty monster as he can manage. His breath is quick and ragged, even more so than your own, eyes fixated on the fat prick between the two of you.
Not that you blame him, it's really difficult for you to tear your own eyes away from the almost alien appendage. The head is a rich red color that you haven't seen since your tight-fisted teenage wanks, bulging with virility and eagerness. Veins visibly quiver, and you can feel a weighty strain beginning to pull at your pelvis. This is, quite simply, a monster.
Blueblood finally catches his breath and removes his hands. He bends a little at the waist, inspecting the chest-bumping behemoth in all its glory. Your tree trunk twitches under his watchful eye, earning a delighted snort from the young man. But then he frowns.
"Oh dear." Tutting and shaking his head, Blueblood dips his fingers into the tin again. "This simply won't do." You feel a familiar sensation rubbing against your testicles. Blueblood gives you a knowing smirk. "I believe I went a little overboard, and what was the best part of you hardly looks adequate anymore."
It's difficult to do anything but tremble as the tender fingers of your client work the thick substance into your scrotum. Before long you can feel a mildly familiar weight pulling against your dick. A short while after that, you can feel them brushing against your thighs. It would be great if you could see what's going on, but your pecker is just too huge.
"Say when," Blueblood dares, visibly licking his lips as he stares up at you. But you've already made it this far, so you don't. And he continues. You're quite certain he's not going to stop until your balls reach your knees. You're also not quite certain that you want him to stop.
But he does.
"That should do just fine," he declares, nodding his head and stepping away. You take your eyes off of him for a moment to inspect yourself and try not to freak out too badly. Your penis, if you can still call it that, is more an instrument of blunt trauma. You could probably spend and entire day hitting baseballs off a tee with this much wood. Beneath isn't much better, but the sac still retains its smooth softness, so there isn't much to complain about there.
You know, beyond having to walk like you're on scene in a spaghetti western.
Blueblood clears his throat and you turn towards the sound. His clothes lie in a messy pile as he poses by the bed; a rather unremarkable frame, slim, underdeveloped, almost waif-like. Wetting his lips, he turns his back to you, but speaks over his shoulder.
"With that out of the way, we can move on to the main event." Reaching back, he pulls on one of his cheeks and gives you a glimpse of a puffy, doughy-looking rectum that looks entirely out of place. But Blueblood doesn't flinch a bit as he eyes you with a knowing hunger "I suppose we'll find out rather quickly how effective this salve is on orifices, won't we?"
You finally allow yourself a chance to grin. Oh. You will.
I don't get the anthro rules anymore since EqG
People yell it for humans with pone colored skins but that's what the films have anyway, if anything actual humans are the less canon look.
>You will never spoon with amazonian Trixie
>She will never become emotionally vulnerable
>You will never help her through it
>You will never be lovingly doted on afterwards.
She will never kiss you.
I know you were just using that pairing as an example, but I want to see some kind of sequel/follow-up to that greentext where they let the spell wear off and Bon Bon doesn't actually get any smaller. I'm not sure why, but the idea of something that should have been temporary becoming permanent through overuse, and their reactions to it sounds super interesting.
ditto for an M/m couple where the big one is the bottom and the little one has been using dick magic to meet their needs, and suddenly his morning wood is absolutely massive. Gatorbait's story opened my eyes to the idea and now I want moar. Maybe not with Blueblood, since his inevitable reaction of "guess that means you belong to me now." isn't the most fascinating.
Aside from TrenderMac, what's a good sizey guy on guy pairing?
troubleshoes is a big guy. don't think I've seen anyone utilize him.