Apparently, arranging transportation meant finding a stallion to pull an ambulance-themed carriage halfway across town, which was a trip. This was one of several parts of anthro-pony society that flummoxed me. Stallions were so strong, they could pull carts across miles of terrain without tiring – the strongest could pull trains, for Chrissakes – and everyone was so used to this that they hadn't bothered to find something lazier in the past thousand years.

I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Before that, I had to get out of bed, put on my old clothes, go down the stairs, and leave through the lobby. That was a challenge in and of itself.

The long and short of it was that my muscles were weak and sore. I could mostly dress myself if I sat down, but I couldn't walk or run without a little pain. So the less time I spent standing up tonight, the better. I asked Twilight for help, and she graciously let me rest my weight on her as we slowly made our way down.

Then we spent more time than we should've down in the lobby. Apparently, the process for getting checked out after a major operation was more involved than just walking out when you feel fine. We had to round up all my doctors and get them to sign off on me. The longer we waited, the more anxious I got.

Finally, we made it out into the last moments of the setting sun. there was only a carriage ride between us and Sugarcube Corner. I got in the main padded cot of the pony ambulance thing, and Twilight got onto a bench beside me. Then Zecora stepped tentatively on board.

"Do you mind if I catch a ride?" the shaman asked. "My home is closer on that side."

"Sure thing!" Twilight agreed. "Hop on."

The alicorn slid down the bench to make room for the zebra. Zecora set her bag of alchemy equipment down and took her seat as the carriage driver started to pull and gain speed.

Her robe was back on, but that didn't change the fact that all I had to do was turn my head right to be level with two pairs of outthrust breasts. It also didn't help that Twilight was wearing her usual button-up dress shirt, struggling bravely to keep her above-average-for-this-world melons contained.

I realized I was staring, but they were way ahead of me. Zecora grinned and said, "A bigger cock for all your friends… How good for lust that never ends."

My erection was making a comeback for sure. Between that and my much larger balls, I was suddenly feeling a little cramped in my old jeans. Thankfully my thighs weren't as thick, so I wasn't squeezing myself painfully down there. But I definitely needed to look into new clothes tomorrow.

Twilight glanced away towards the back of the cart. "No need to encourage him, Zecora. He'll look plenty on his own."

Zecora became sincerely sympathetic at that. "I do apologize, Twilight. My stallion friends are finite. For romance I've had next to none, so I've missed out on bedroom fun. But if it bothers you so much, I'll try to tone it down a touch."

"No, that's not… Well…" Twilight looked nervously at Zecora. "Between you and him, it's fine; I don't have a problem with it. But… In all the time we've been friends, I never knew you could be such a… sexual pony. Er, zebra."

The zebra smiled in a way that was almost a smirk, but not quite. "My native land is not so strict, when it comes to who gets licked. Not that we're a culture of smut; your ruler is… a prude, somewhat."

"Wait, wait, wait," I finally cut in. Something about that raised an alarm. "So it's really not just ponies that are built like… well, compared to my world, sex gods and goddesses. It's also all the zebras? The crystal ponies? Griffons? Minotaurs? …Motherfucking dragons?"

Twilight's face went wildly purplish-red. "Only upright dragons, but… Oh great, thanks for making me think of Spike… And that time he went on a greedy rampage…"

Zecora thought for a moment. "There are exceptions, but that is the rule: If it walks and talks, it has a big tool."

It was safe to assume her rhyme was a generalization meaning 'bipedal and sentient' and 'well-endowed for a male or female.' So that excluded the normal animals, even the ones that could talk. And that included… well, anything that had evolved enough to form a civilization. They were all as big as ponies.

I wondered why I'd never noticed this. Surely I'd seen Zecora in town before, or the occasional griffon at the market. Surely I'd noticed Zecora's incredible curves, or the fact that the griffon selling the only meat in town had a big crotch pouch like all the stallions.

Well, I had. But I hadn't realized the significance until now. In this world's realm of fauna, you were either a regular animal, a mythical monster… or a barely contained walking sex symbol. The unnaturalness of it all had suddenly struck me hard.

"Now look, our friend's gone into shock," Zecora gestured at me with amusement. "It's why he wants a bigger cock."

I rattled my head a bit to get back into reality. "Sorry. Just gave me something to think about."

"Then let's change tracks; I've said a lot. What's happening at Pinkie's plot?"

One of my eyebrows raised. Plot? As in… No, she must've meant 'plot of land,' surely… They didn't use that euphemism here…

Twilight seemed glad to talk about something other than their peoples' relative sexual norms. "She's throwing him a special 'Welcome to Ponyville' party, since I asked her not to when he first arrived." She sighed at that. "Seems kind of silly, now, but I honestly thought that putting him in the middle of so many ponies all at once would be a disaster."

"Watching afar, I found that strange. What happened then, and what did change?"

The Princess gave her the rundown. I couldn't stop staring at ponies, the ponies were afraid of me based on some ancient rumor of humans being demons of some kind, things escalated to the point of a mob, but we'd been able to convince them that I should be treated normally. I noticed she left out the part about the spell.

By the time she was done, the ambulance carriage was pulling up to Sugarcube Corner, and the sun had fully set behind the hills. The stallion pulling us didn't even look winded.

Zecora got out of the cart, followed by Twilight, who then helped me gently descend onto the cold ground. Our zebra companion hefted her bag, adjusted her robe, and said, "I hope you enjoy your party, Pascal. It sounds like you need a boost in morale."

I couldn't help but giggle like a child. Zecora made a rhyme with my name! Whee! I cleared my throat and said, "Zecora, it's been an honor. Thank you so much for your help."

Zecora smiled back at me, then bowed towards the Princess. "Goodnight, Twilight." And she started off.

I felt a pang of regret, watching her go after such a short time. "Hey, um, you sure you don't want to join the party?"

"Yeah, you'd probably… qualify," Twilight added strangely.

The shaman turned back towards us and said, "I'd love to, but it's not my fate. I must get home before it's late. Besides, I made a slow-cook stew. A dish I'm looking forward to."

"Of course," Twilight replied. "Take care, Zecora."

Turning back, our friend embarked towards the general direction of the Everfree Forest. Our ambulance driver wished us a good night as well before doubling back towards the hospital. Which just left Twilight, half-carrying me.

With the arm that wasn't leaning against Twilight's shoulder, I pointed up at the purple and blue sky. "Hey, look. It's twilight."

The alicorn next to me let out a groan, the groan of someone who'd heard that joke one too many times from her parents and more annoying friends but had assumed she'd escaped that phase of her life. "Really? ...Really?"

I giggled again. "I have an excuse! Painkillers!"

Twilight rolled her eyes, but smiled and helped me up the handful of steps to the front door of the gingerbread-house-looking place. She pushed it open, we stepped inside… and yeah, it certainly was a bakery. There was nopony at the tables or the front counter at the moment.

"Never been inside here more than once," I said to Twilight once my giggly mood had dissipated. "Last time, I just stood around getting glared at for a few minutes, and then I left. Never bothered coming back." I got off Twilight's side and stood under my own power for a minute. "Same goes for a lot of places, really."

Twilight just gave me a sad nod. "Yeah… I read your logs and reports." She let out a weary sigh. "I don't know, it was just another thing to juggle at the time. Can't believe I didn't… I never really saw things from your perspective. You were… a science experiment for me. I studied your body and your behaviors like you were an animal. A lab rat." She looked down at her shoes. "An endangered species."

I regarded her for a long moment, my soreness momentarily forgotten. "Is that why… all the 'good friend' stuff?"

She sort of nodded her head vaguely. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, then said, "Until that moment, when you said you were ready to risk losing your humanity so you could stop being a burden… I barely knew anything about YOU. Your mind. Who you are as a person. And that lunch yesterday – that was the first time I'd ever helped you in a way you needed, like a friend."

Slightly embarrassed, I put a hand over my eyes and chuckled. Man, what a dramatic context for a… fucking magicjob.

"So I guess part of me wants to make up for lost time," Twilight explained, looking at me with a wistful expression. "And the only way I know how to do that is to be the best friend I can be."

I was honestly touched. "Aww… Geez, Twilight. Heaven knows I needed taking care of back then, and… you've definitely been making up for it, and…" I scoffed to myself to pretend I wasn't tearing up and spread my arms out wide. "C'mon, bring it in."

We embraced. Her breasts compressed against my chest, but for once I didn't really care. It took me a second not to land my hands on her wings, but I found my way to the small of her back. Had to resist the temptation to cop a feel of her butt, though. Some things didn't change, no matter the poignant moment.

The swinging doors separating the front-end of the shop and the kitchen opened up, and a tall, lanky yellow stallion came through, drying off his soapy hands with a towel.

Twilight and I quickly separated, but Mr. Cake had probably already noticed. If so, however, he made no comment on it. He just smiled brightly at us and said, "Twilight! Good to see you. And Pascal, right? Pinkie and the guests are waiting for you up in the loft. Just head on up."

I looked for a clock, and found out that it was just after 8. "Ohhh boy. Have they been waiting long?"

"A bit, but some of them were going to be late anyway, and Pinkie's been using the time to make sure you've got plenty more food options. Don't you worry; everypony understands, I'm sure."

"…Well then." I felt a weird sense of trepidation as I glanced at the stairs. "Nothing left but to party, huh?"

Mr. Cake nodded and wished me a pleasant evening, and I carefully made my way over. Twilight helped me with the first flight of stairs, but after making sure I could manage the second on my own, she broke off down the hall towards the bathroom to 'freshen up,' as she vaguely put it.

There was an air of mystery all of a sudden that was putting me on edge. At this point I could guess that this was going to be a surprise party of some kind, but the weird circumstances surrounding this event had me clueless as to what the surprise would be.

Pinkie had gone to a lot of trouble for my sake… Time to find out what for and why.

My knees protested slightly as I made it up the last few steps to the loft, holding onto the wall for support. I could already see scattered confetti and streamers and banners as I ascended, so it looked like all the standard party stuff was there. I didn't see anypony, but I did hear some girlish shushing, so the surprise had to be imminent.

I finished my climb and turned to behold the grand room in its entirety.

"SURPRIIISE!" a chorus shouted at me.

My eyes glazed over, I stopped breathing… Pretty sure my heart completely stopped, too.

"Weeeellcome to Ponyville!!" Massive pink balloons that didn't jiggle so much as bounce as one.

"Hope this makes up for those shenanigans two nights ago." Orange boulders so soft but firm they barely wobbled as they moved.

"Mmhmmhmm. By the look on his face, I'd say it certainly does." White, pure white mountains naturally squishing together.

"H-Hi, Pascal, heheh…" Those light gray gazongas I'd already become familiar with.

"You really weren't kidding, Miss Pie. He's an absolute hound for these things." Darker gray zeppelins that maintained perfect projection despite their immensity.

"Some colts never really lose interest as they grow up, dearie." Big, cerulean pillows that looked so full and taut they might burst.

And hiding behind the six of them, a hint of the biggest and yellowest of them all.

Pants, check. Shoes, check. Everything else… not a single damn check.

They were all… TOPLESS!

And HUGE!! Every single one of these mares were at the top of the curve in exaggerated sexual beauty! So… much… tit!

The sound of quick footfalls came up the stairs. "Did I miss his reaction?! Oh, I hope I'm not too late!"

"Nah, yer still good."

"I'd say you're still in medias res, darling."

I turned around to see Twilight Sparkle… and was utterly boggled. Like the rest, she'd also removed anything covering her top… but she'd also made one other important change. Normally, her melon-sized boobs wouldn't be anywhere near the class of the eight other mares in the room, but…

The bookish alicorn was gigantically top-heavy now. Not the biggest in the room, but still almost as big as her torso each – they'd be covering up her stomach if they weren't so magically buoyant and shapely. The skin of her massive purple breasts looked shiny and supple, and her areolae and nipples were obscenely puffy and engorged.

"Oh wow! Sweetie, is that… Did you use magic?"

"Hehe, looks like it. If they can make minimizers for me and Octavia, the Princess can probably make them grow, too…"

With her here, that made eight. Eight pairs of bare breasts. 16 gigantic hooters. Between them a variety of colors, shapes, and profiles, but all sharing one major characteristic: Hugeness from my wildest dreams.

Twilight flushed. "So, um… Does this pass, Pinkie?"

"Yyyyep! Welcome to the welcome party, Twilight!"

Barely hearing them, I involuntarily licked my painfully dry lips. Then I covered my mouth in a futile attempt to conceal how I was nearly drooling like a puppy at the sight before me.

Suddenly, I was all too aware of how light-headed I was and how sore my legs still were from standing. I was either going to collapse, have an aneurism, or both. "I… I nee' do si' dwn…" I mumbled through my hand, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on any one amazing bosom.

I stumbled across the room in a daze. Pinkie helpfully bounced over to a dining table and brought a chair to me halfway, and I all but fell into it. To make things worse, the mares came towards me, slowly converging around me. I knew it was out of concern, but there was something horribly backward about the feeling of being cornered like prey by a pack of casual hyper-breasted mares.

Part of me was loving it, but the rest of me felt like I was one ill-timed jiggle away from losing all control. So I kept my mouth covered and looked anywhere, everywhere else but at them… which became less possible as they brought their breasts closer like it was nothing.

Twilight put a hand on my shoulder, her expanded breasts brushing up against my elbow. "I think you nearly gave him a heart attack, Pinkie," she remarked before stepping away to give me room. A few of the mares around me chuckled.

Pinkie Pie pouted and scratched the side of her head. "Huh. I was expecting a lot more smiling and hollering. Why isn't he more happy about this?"

"He is happy," Derpy said with surprising authority, grabbing every mare's attention. "He's also veeeery conflicted right now. He needs to know that we won't hold this against him, and, uh… why we're doing this, too."

I just nodded my head over and over again.

"Oh, well part two is easy!" Pinkie exclaimed with a grin. She bounced in place to emphasize her undulating rack. "Pascal couldn't stop looking at these, and then he said that was the whole problem, that he hadn't acclimated and couldn't help himself! And I thought, 'That's the craziest cray I ever heard, and I know cray! How could boobs make someone so tense and miserable?' And that's when it all clicked! The best possible belated Welcome to Ponyville party had to show Pascal that all was forgiven and he was more than welcome with us, so it needed the big, bouncy source of the problem: Boobs! So I went around to you, and you, and you, and you, and you, and you – the biggest, boobiest mares I know – and asked if you'd be okay helping me throw a special topless surprise party! And you all said yes!"

The orange mare rolled her eyes playfully. "Weren't that simple, Pinkie. Y'all started with me, and you forgot to explain first what was goin' on. Thought you wanted me to take mah top of in front of a stallion fer no dang reason."

"But I did explain! After, I mean. And I made sure to lead with that when I asked everypony else."

"Well, yeah. Once Ah had context, it didn't sound so bad. Just sayin' this is a very special case for a very particular human." Murmurs of agreement from the rest of the group followed.

High heels clicked towards me, and suddenly my vision was filled with soft white flesh, the bottom curves of which stretched all the way down to almost obscure the owner's pelvis. A dainty, manicured hand reached down to my chin and pulled my head up. Rarity's bright sapphire eyes downright sparkled at me, framed by her long lashes, her incredibly full red lips, her spiraling horn, and her perfectly coiffed violet mane.

"You see, darling?" she assuaged me in a gentle voice. "We're here because we're all sympathetic to your plight. We might've been afraid of you, thought your staring was creepy and uncalled for – but that was then, and this is now. Now we're not afraid, and you don't have to be either. So look! Look all you like."

I did. My eyes darted around the room. Gathered around me, with their busts fully on display, were Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Derpy, Octavia, and even Mrs. Cake. All of them smiling at me, to encourage me to enjoy the sight of their bare upper bodies. But there was one pony I couldn't quite see, one whose opinion mattered most right now. "What… What about…"

"U-Um…"

Rarity stepped aside, and the crowd parted – very far apart, at that – to make way for one very special individual. I found myself biting my bottom lip for real, just to keep my jaw from dropping, before weakly breathing out, "F-Fluttershy…"

The one most afraid of me. The one I'd creeped out the most. The one who'd caused me the most stress. The one whose mere glimpses had fueled many nights of fantasy. The bustiest, yet shyest mare in Ponyville.

The bottoms of her bare breasts went lower than her hips, just a little bit partway down her thighs. From her collarbone, the top of her breasts flowed smoothly and horizontally out before slowly sloping down towards her areolae, ending about what had to be three feet in front of her torso. Despite the tight sweaters I'd seen her in, her mammoth bosom didn't look the least bit compressed; her breasts looked unstoppably full of life, every curve as natural as a rolling landscape untouched by civilization. Any hope of her upper arms being visible from the front had vanished long ago, the sides of her massive yellow chest stretching high and far in either direction. The pinkish areolae looked big enough to fit my whole face, but they were smooth against the rest of her breasts, not the least bit puffed out or bumpy around the edges. Her nipples, in comparison to some of the others in the room, were relatively small for her size, but that still made them as big as the golden bits they used as currency in this world. And balancing all of that out were a set of extreme child-bearing hips, bearing the weight of a butt that was wide enough to challenge her breasts' immensity, supported by an incredible pair of thighs.

I'd gotten a sense of Fluttershy's logic-defying bust before, but seeing it without any protection at all nearly reduced me to a pleasant vegetative state of worship. Nearly. I rallied with everything I had and forced myself to look up, towards Fluttershy's face. It was half-hidden by her pink hair, and the rest I could see was a mask of utter apprehension.

"Um, I… I-I… Ohhh…" She turned her head aside, using her mane to completely hide herself from me.

Rarity and Twilight stepped to her sides. "It's alright," Rarity said soothingly, rubbing the pegasus's shoulder as her own considerable endowments brushed up against the side of one of Fluttershy's tits. "We're all here for you. You can do this."

Twilight nodded in agreement. "You're among friends, Fluttershy. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

The bolstering effect this had on the flighty mare was minimal, but just enough. She turned her head towards me again, blushing bright red. She stared straight down, only making fleeting eye contact, but found the courage to stutter out, "H-Hi, Pascal… Do… um… Do you like these?" As emphasis, she cupped her enormous breasts from beneath and lifted them slightly.

Between shock, adrenaline, and sheer gobsmacked lust, I was frozen solid. I tried to respond, to make any sort of noise at all, but my mouth and vocal chords completely refused to cooperate. I was too entranced by all the precious fantastic boobflesh, memorizing the sight just in case the spell somehow broke and I'd lose it forever.

Some eternity later, I realized I needed to answer the question, vocally or not.

So what I did was slump forward from the chair, falling onto my knees. A few mares reached to pick me up, but I pushed them away. I then shuffled forward the few feet separating me from Fluttershy's impossible bosom and thrust my head into it, wrapping my arms around what I could and pressing it against me. Fluttershy just gasped, but made no other move.

Part of me wanted to start rubbing and licking and kissing and sucking all over everything I could find, but that part of me was suddenly quiet. It wasn't what I really, truly desired. In that moment, all I wanted to do was simply be… embosomed.

So I did. I pushed it all in around my head and shoulders, immersing myself so thoroughly that there was no light and barely any air. Just warmth, silky softness, and the faint scent of her femininity.

And I sat there for a good long while. Soaking it in. Breathing heavily. Indulging my basest needs in the most fundamental way possible.

Then, with agonizing slowness, I started to relax. The longest, deepest sigh of my life escaped from my lips. Years of emotional stress drained out of me in one continuous movement. My body went slack, my alert mind let go of its worries, and for a few glorious seconds… I was exactly where I wanted to be. I was zen. Nirvana.

I thought I might stay there forever, maybe happily doze off in the low-oxygen environment, but Twilight parted the great masses just enough to check on me. "Are… you alright?"

There was no rush in the way I nodded in response. Just rocking my head back and forth calmly.

Eventually, I got up from my kneeling position, standing up to not quite my full height between Fluttershy's breasts. Instead of lifting up her boobs, I let them rest at my sides, my hands still holding them from below so the tops of them would rest snugly against my chin. And I looked up at Fluttershy's face, the first time without difficulty, and saw that her expression had changed from nervousness to… a sort of wonder, curious and surprised by something she'd never seen before.

With weeks of lust-borne stress gone, I found the courage to say what I should've said long ago. "Fluttershy… I'm so sorry. I leered at you and creeped on you… Made you scared to walk around town for fear you'd run into me again… And the worst part is, I knew. I knew exactly what I was doing, what I was doing to you, and I couldn't stop it. I wish…" I swallowed to keep the tears at bay. "I just wish I could've said something sooner, to say… you… you're too nice a pony to ever do that to. And I regretted it every day."

Fluttershy's cyan eyes shimmered slightly, and she gently ran a hand through my hair as though she was petting me. "Pascal… I'm the one who should be sorry. I made you so stressed with my body. I turned you into an outcast in our own town by being so passive-aggressive… And I never once considered your side. If only we'd just talked sooner, maybe we could've…"

"That's insane!" I interrupted her from between her breasts. "You shouldn't have to apologize for anything. Sure, there was a back and forth, but, let's face it, I was the aggressor here. In any good and just universe, the blame falls on me."

The pegasus considered my words for a moment. "You may be right, but…" She shook her head at me. "If there's one thing I've learned from all our friendship problems… it's that when two friends have trouble that… escalates like this, there's only one true way to get past it. Both of them have to admit that mistakes were made, and that they're willing to forgive the other. It takes courage and understanding from both ponies, but it's the healthiest way to move on. So…"

She leaned down to me, her pink mane hanging between us, shielding us partially from the rest of the crowd. Her lips formed a warm, sympathetic smile.

"Forgiven?"

I smiled blissfully back. "Forgiven." I let myself sink a little bit into the massive boobs around me and sighed. "Hoooooaaaahhh."

Suddenly, I heard a sniffling from off to the side. Then the sound of someone comically blowing their nose.

I looked over to see Rarity patting a crying Pinkie Pie and providing a second tissue to replace the old snotty one. "There there, Pinkie," the fashionista consoled her. "It's just two otherwise nice people driven to conflict by forces they couldn't control, building up tension inexorably over the course of three long, hellish weeks, coming to a heartfelt accord and finding solace in the very symbol of their stresses…" She levitated another tissue and dabbed at her eyes. "N-Nothing to get worked up about…!" Then there were two mares blowing their noses, softly sobbing into each other's shoulders.

Even Mrs. Cake was wiping her eyes a bit. Twilight looked pleased to see two friends making up. Applejack was nodding sagely. Octavia seemed to find us positively heartwarming. And Derpy was fixated on me with a big, happy smile on her face.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, great. We're a soap opera now."

Fluttershy laughed with me, and we slowly pulled apart. I gave her breasts one last hug before pulling away for good and collapsing back in my lone chair. The busty yellow pegasus looked down at her blessings afterwards. "So… is that all you wanted to do to them?"

Wow, I didn't need those thoughts right now. "What I 'want' is a different story. But 'need'? I needed that. Thank you, Fluttershy."

"It's fine." She blushed and smiled, hiding partially behind her mane again. "Honestly, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I… really didn't mind that at all."

Of course she didn't. Normal. But a world where I wasn't making Fluttershy feel bad was worth the moral ambiguity this time.

My stomach growled, and loudly.

Pinkie Pie shut off the waterworks instantly and bounced over to me, leaving Rarity without a shoulder to melodramatically cry on. "Sounds like someone needs food badly! I'd say the first icebreaker's over, wouldn't you? Who wants to get this party started for reals?!"

A round of support and cheering came from the crowd of mares. I shrugged and said, "Yeah, go for it. I'm not gonna be much help, but…" I reached out and grabbed Pinkie's hand before she could bounce away. "Thanks, Pinkie. You really came through for me on this."

Pinkie grinned super-wide, showing off a bunch of pearly white teeth. "Noooo problem! I was super-worried it was gonna turn out like a bad prank gone wrong, like that time me and Rainbow Dash nearly pulled a prank on Fluttershy, but I'm glad it all worked out in the end!"

Applejack chuckled. "Pinkie's the kind of gal that knows what she's doing… even when she doesn't know what she's doing."

"You know me so well!" Pinkie giggled and shook my hand up and down a bunch. "You just sit tight, Pascal. Let your body recover, and I'll handle the rest!"

My chair was moved back to the dining table, with me still in it, by Applejack. Before long, Pinkie and Twilight had retrieved for me a number of items from the food table – pudding, applesauce, gelatin, and a tall glass of fruit punch.

I looked up at Twilight when it was clear that was all I was getting for now. "I'm sensing a theme here."

"You've been out of the hospital for an hour," she pointed out to me. "I want to keep you on soft foods until we're sure that your stomach can handle a bunch of cake and chips and pizza."

Vegetarian pizza, I knew, but it still sounded great right now. But her advice seemed sound. "Alright." So I dug into the gelatin.

Pinkie Pie, meanwhile, had turned on her record player and put on some kind of party jam. Some kind of upbeat electronica filled the room, bringing in a much livelier party atmosphere. Ponies started to mingle and chat and have a good time.

I sat with my food by myself while the rest were getting theirs. The first one to take another seat at the table was Octavia, the dark gray earth pony mare. She had filled a small bowl with tiny servings, and kept it off to her side while her huge tits rested fully on the table. She looked at me and said, "I don't believe we've ever met. Octavia, cellist."

"Pascal, uh… human. Or maybe professional moocher," I replied with mild sarcasm. "Seems like Ponyville's chock full of ponies dedicated to music and sugar. I room with two of them."

The classy, busty mare nodded. "Indeed. My roommate is a DJ. Maybe you've heard of her: Pon-3?"

"Maybe."

She took a sip of her punch and looked out towards the center of the room, where Derpy and five of the Elements of Harmony were chatting, all topless. "I hope she never finds out about this. She'd kill to be here."

I scoffed. "Wow, that doesn't sound like there's a story there at all."

Octavia shrugged and smirked. "Not much to tell. Like you, my roommate has a thing for… bigness. I suspect she gets a lot of use out of those reflective glasses when she's at her events."

"So… is she big herself, or…?"

"Mmm, just below average, I'd say." She blushed suddenly. "Not… that I've seen them more than once or twice. We're roommates, it happens once in a while…"

This surprised me. "So you two aren't a… Well, I sound like an ass for assuming, but, to clarify…"

"No, we're not. She tells me she keeps both doors open, but I've… just never been curious. Horribly, incurably straight, she called me once. Led to a spot of tension the first year we were together, but we learned to cope with each other and became true friends."

I'd been hearing the phrase 'good friends' like it was some kind of euphemism the last three weeks, but I was glad to hear an example that sounded real for once. I decided to let the matter drop, and moved on to something else. I looked pointedly down at her bust and said, "Alrighty. Cellist, huh? If you don't mind me asking, how do you… make that work?"

"Oh, with these?" Octavia looked down at her breasts, quivering on the table with her breaths and slight movements, then back at me. "I usually have a minimizer bra when I play. Though I have managed to find a way to nestle my cello between them when I just need to practice, and…" She stopped herself, slightly shocked. "Goodness, here I am speaking so freely with you. But I guess you're trustworthy enough."

I looked away awkwardly and swallowed a spoonful of applesauce. "Geez… Not often I hear about big breasts getting in the way of your livelihood…"

"It's honestly not so bad. My parents had the credit to afford one early on, but my understanding is that there are programs in place to help less fortunate mares get minimize enchantments at reduced cost if their need is great. Counts as medical equipment, to a certain extent. Like braces, or a cast."

"Still. I mean, coming from an outsider, it's kinda screwed up that it's something you have to deal with like that."

Octavia smirked. "Don't get me wrong, Pascal. I'm quite proud of my full bust. I was all too excited when I got my cutie mark and the size started coming in."

A warm feeling passed through me as she talked so casually about her huge breasts. I rested my head on my hand and openly ogled her resting chest. "Well that's… That's nice."

"In fact, when I was growing up, I used take my cello and…" At that point, Pinkie's record advanced to the next track, which was some kind of upbeat remix of a classical orchestral score. Upon hearing this, Octavia's ears perked up. "Um… Sorry to cut this short, but… This is my JAM."

The classy pony shot up from her seat and got out onto the floor to dance. Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Fluttershy were all dancing too, and the motions from the four of them had their bare breasts swinging like… like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was eight humongous tits bouncing and jiggling around off-beat to the music. What kind of simile could encompass that?

"How are you holding up, sweetie?"

I looked over to see Mrs. Cake smiling down at me, her cerulean jugs bobbing in my general direction above her appealingly pudgy belly. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but failed. "Um, quite well now."

She laughed at that. "You flatterer."

"If… it's alright, I kinda want to know: Why'd you agree to this?"

Mrs. Cake put her hands on her childbearing hips and thought about it for a moment. "Oh, same as the rest, I suppose. It all made sense when Pinkie explained it. It was a drastic plan, sure, but it was for the benefit of Equestria's only human, and you definitely deserved a break of some kind." She giggled a little. "Besides, when a mare like Pinkie insists only the bustiest mares will do… Well, how can you not take that as a compliment?"

One detail still concerned me, though. "But your husband. Does he know about this?"

"Of course! Pinkie made sure to run it by him, too."

"And… he's okay with this?"

"Well, sure. Is there a reason why he wouldn't be? He trusts Pinkie and all the guests she invited, and there's nothing about you that set off any red flags…"

Hearing this, and staring at Mrs. Cake's chest, my pants were starting to feel a little tight. "Even if… Even if there's the possibility I might…"

"Might wha- Oh, haha." She blushed and put a hand over the top of her chest. "Well, I'm sure he still wouldn't mind even if something… naughty should happen. But let's try not to get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There's still a party to enjoy!"

I nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah, I agree." Despite my fully chubbed problem in my pants, I was in no hurry to escalate another weird sexual situation with what were essentially total strangers.

It struck me that, for all the naked flesh on display, this was the first time I'd gotten a real rising boner since the party began. My reaction to the half-nudity was more than a little lust, sure, but that had been overpowered by sheer adrenaline, the fight-or-flight response. I'd been so conflicted I was petrified! And though adrenaline was exciting in its own way, that much of it all at once didn't leave a whole lot of room for maintaining an erection.

Right in the middle of our awkward-but-not-awkward conversation, Pinkie bounced into view. "Hey! I just remembered! You need to take your top off too, mister!"

"Huh?"

"Yeah! All of us have our shirts off, so it's time to balance it out! Show us whatcha got!"

I glanced at Mrs. Cake, who looked back at me with a little concern. "You don't have to if you don't want to, dear, but... it would be fair."

But there was no problem as far as I was concerned. "Sure, why not?" I tugged off my t-shirt quickly. There was a lot less self-consciousness involved now that I was no longer fat and ugly below the neck. Certainly not pretty yet, but a massive improvement nonetheless.

"Ooh, not bad!"

"Pinkie…" Mrs. Cake admonished her playfully. She took my shirt from me. "I'll go put this with the other articles. You keep taking it easy, alright?"

"Sure thing, Mrs. Cake."

The plus-sized matron left, and Pinkie Pie bounced back to the makeshift dance floor.

"Woooah. Is that why you went to the hospital??" I heard Derpy ask from off to the side. She sat down next to me and lightly placed a hand on my reduced belly. "I mean, I was fine with the way you were, but… This is nice, too!"

"Thanks…" I said, happy to see my confidante again. I looked out to the sea of naked titflesh, then back at Derpy. "I have one important question…"

The delivery mare jerked back and held her hands up. "It wasn't me, I swear!" she protested. "I mean, I talked to a couple of mares today who seemed interested, but it wasn't any of these ponies. This was all Pinkie's idea."

"Alright, then." I leaned back and glanced down at Derpy's own big naked breasts, the first ones I'd come to know and love. Even after Fluttershy and the rest, they still looked big and bubbly and lovely. "I'm… ahem, I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this. So Pinkie interprets my words and actions that way, she shares that interpretation with all these mares…"

"And then being topless for you doesn't sound like such a stretch," Derpy finished for me. "Yep, I think that's about it."

I checked to make sure nopony was within earshot, then resumed in a lowered voice. "So they're making their own decisions without my input… they're primed by this explanation before they make them… but there's still a big mental leap they're taking. A leap that's easier because it's me."

"Yeah." Derpy had a huge grin on her face. "Your power thing works even when you're not around!"

"Honestly, that's kinda scary," I admitted with a sigh. "I have so little real control over this. Context is everything now."

The wall-eyed mare did that laugh again, where she'd found something funny that I hadn't realized yet. "You know what your problem is? You forgot you're dealing with Pinkie Pie."

I raised a finger to restate my point, then realized she had me there.

"You may be normal, but… no matter what kind of power you have, you're never going to make Pinkie Pie predictable. All of this is just as much her 'power' as yours."

I drummed my fingers on the table for a couple of seconds, then laughed softly. "I was working up a nice, big worry there, and you just took the wind out of my sails. Great job."

"It's what I'm here for!" Derpy exclaimed, and then ran a hand along my thigh. "Hehe… That, and the incredible boobgasms…"

Oh boy.

Her roaming hand found its way to my concealed package, which was now hard enough to make an indent in my jeans. She felt around, getting a sense for my new length and girth. "Ohhhh, so THIS is why you had a procedure so suddenly, huh…?"

I gently pushed her hand away. "Derpy, please…"

She pouted at me again, like this morning. "Aww… Why?"

It was a little hard to explain. "After the whole thing with Fluttershy… I kinda need a moment. I mean, I didn't cum, but I still had an… 'emotional release,' of sorts. I'm still kinda settling down from that."

"So… does that mean you aren't going to use your power here at the party?" She sounded wistful, or hopeful, when she said that.

"W… Why are you…" I searched for the words. "…encouraging me like that?"

She fidgeted in her seat, and her nipples puffed up a little bit. "Because this morning, in front of all those people… That was amazing. If I had this kind of power, I'd… probably go a little crazy with it. I'm kinda wondering why you aren't, now."

I threw up my hands. "Low self-esteem, mostly."

"Then I wanna help you feel better!" she responded forcefully. "You have the power to make yourself and others feel really good without hurting anypony! And this is a party! You should use it!"

I also had the power to do all that WITH the hurt and WITHOUT the generosity, but I didn't feel like debating the point. "Look, Derpy… I'll admit, something's probably going to happen. Just based off the pattern so far, something's going to escalate. But right now, I just want a second of peace."

"Okaaaay. Just… promise me you'll do one thing? One weird thing with your power?"

That made me chuckle. "I just reconciled with the shyest mare in Ponyville from between her massive boobs. That's not weird?"

"Fine, a weird and really sexy thing. And give me some kind of signal before you do it! I might not notice otherwise…"

I caved. "Alright, Derpy. I promise. At least one thing. Before the night's out and the party's over, I'll… do something. Not sure what."

She smiled sheepishly at me. "...Thanks, Pascal." There was a bit of an awkward silence, filled by the music and the dancing and the sounds of small talk, before she said, "So… that thing with Fluttershy really helped, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Wish I could make you feel like that…"

I grinned and stroked a hand along the underside of one of her breasts. "Nothing stopping you from giving me a boob-hug of your own. Not like I'm gonna turn it down."

She beamed at that and shifted her chair towards me, and I turned mine towards her. "Okay, but… This doesn't count, okay?" Derpy insisted, spreading her breasts apart. "You have to do more than this."

Before I could answer in the affirmative, she practically captured my head in her big bosom and pulled me forward, submerging me in her titflesh. Once again, I felt relaxed and safe like before – not as much as with Fluttershy, but that had been extremely emotional too, and I didn't really need to top that. Just having a companion who was willing to do this for me was enough.

Yeah. I could get used to this.

SLAM!

I remained blinded and muffled, but the sound I heard was unmistakably a door being kicked open. Probably the loft's balcony door.

"AWWWW YEAH! You think you can skip Dash's invitation and not get your party crashed? Then you've got another… thing…"

Even the music scratched to a halt. I could only imagine the look on a certain blue pegasus's face as she beheld eight busty, topless mares – including all her closest friends – having an otherwise normal party.

"What… the… FUCK?!"