Vinyl's Clubby Megapone
Chapters
Chapter One
Whitewisp did not want to be here.
He glanced around the room, his eyes darting from side to side. Around him, the thrum-thrum of the club thudded through the floor, a heartbeat that stirred the crowd to frenzy. Lights of every color flashed and oozed through the smoky air, spicy and bitter smells driving his twitching nose insane.
His friends were nowhere to be seen. Crimson Wing and Butterbear had long since vanished into the crowd. Probably grinding up against some pretty mare right now. Leaving him all alone. Assholes.
His lip curled—just before he narrowly missed the whirling figure of a mare speeding across the dance floor. She was laughing just loudly enough to be heard over the steady bum-bum-bump of the bass, twirling and jerking fast enough to send her whole body shaking. He caught a generous eyeful of her...assets as she went. They were huge: a pair of plump, rounded melons bouncing up and down on her chest to the beat of the music. He just barely ducked to the side in time for her to go cackling past, shaking her ass and chest with each wub of the stereo.
Wisp panted. Stumbling back, he momentarily relaxed when he felt his back touch the cool plaster of the wall. At least here, he could be out of the action.
Damn it. He hadn’t even wanted to come to this club. He’d wanted to go drinking, at most, or maybe just go see a Canterlot Colts game. But no, Crimson had heard of this club that supposedly had “the DJ with the biggest tits in all Equestria,” and he’d just had to come see it. Not to mention that the stallion had more alcohol in his brain than neurons.
Another mare went whirling past, this time held tight in the arms of another stallion. Whitewisp stiffened, and then immediately did his best to ignore the stiffening at his crotch at the sight of her bouncing tits. Her breasts were even larger than the last girl’s. It didn’t help matters, either, that they were all but squished against her partner’s chest, rubbing and jiggling against the stallion’s well-defined pecs. Wisp slipped for a moment into a fantasy of being in that position, feeling a pretty mare’s breasts bouncing against his chest—
And then his glance slipped downward, and he gulped. Hard. The mare wasn’t the only one doing a lot of jiggling. Even as he watched, a bulge in the stallion’s pants stirred to life. It had already been large, but as his eyes widened in awe, it started to push outward, bulging obscenely against the fabric around it. It rubbed against the mare’s thigh like a dog in heat, and the stallion groaned as the material around it cracked and split. The mare went in for a kiss, mindless and lustful, and the stallion returned it. Something in that kiss was primal in a manner that went far beyond sloppy. It was hungry.
Wisp’s eyes lingered on the stallion’s crotch for a moment more. He still could scarcely believe that something of that size could even exist. He himself wasn’t a big stallion—seven inches was fairly respectable, he’d always thought—but the mammoth sausage bursting the other colt’s trousers looked to be almost three times that. And those balls. Wisp felt sweat dripping down his forehead at the sight of them. It looked like a pair of cantaloupes had been simply stuffed down his pants, so swollen with seed that the clothes themselves looked all but painted on.
With a grunt, Wisp tore his gaze away. He let his eyes linger on the mare’s bust for a moment longer before forcing that out of his vision as well. His erection stirred against the confines of his pants, suddenly needy. He scowled down at it. It throbbed in return, his underwear suddenly feeling extremely tight.
Then something caught his eye. Wisp focused on another stallion that was passing him by and swallowed. This time, it was a pair of stallions, each one grinding against the other as though there was no tomorrow. The bulges at their crotches looked even larger than the last one’s had. Whitewisp’s mouth went dry. Was that even possible?
His wings pulled in closer toward his back, tucking over each other as his feathers curled inwards. Wisp shrunk inward, suddenly feeling very small indeed. Everywhere he looked, it seemed, were ponies whose “assets” were somehow larger than life. Each stallion’s package looked bigger—and damper with arousal—than the last. Each mare’s chest was wider than the one to her left, until he doubted that even his head was as big as a single one of those enormous pillows.
He’d begun to feel a bit dizzy. Suddenly wondering if he was hallucinating from whatever had been smoking up the air, he stumbled forward, his thoughts swimming. This was just too much. He had to get out of here. Yes, his throbbing erection whispered, to a suitably private bathroom.
As though he was wading through a dream, he pushed his way through the crowd, no longer caring whose breasts, ass, or crotch he brushed against. His erection did, though. With each passing second, he felt it straining harder against the soft fabric of his boxers. A warm trickle of sticky precum oozed down his leg, and he felt a sudden damp spot against his leg.
Fuck. He was lost. His head was pounding, and the sea of thrashing, gyrating bodies around him had spun him around so many times that he felt like he was ready to vomit. Every inch of space around him was filled with something, be it a bouncing, jiggling bra, or a thickly muscled arm. Even the ponies around him were too tall to see the EXIT sign over—and Wisp had never been a short stallion.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, as he continued to wade through the sea of dancers, he just barely registered the echoing words: And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The biggest DJ sensation in all of Canterlot—Vinyl Scratch!
Suddenly, the crowd vanished. Wisp went stumbling forward, suddenly falling into empty air. He landed on his hands and knees and groaned. His head was throbbing. Behind him, he could hear the sound of momentous applause, and the stomping of shoes on the ground that could only resemble a stampede. Still groaning, he massaged his temples and slowly raised his head—
—only to meet the eyes of the absolute largest mare he’d ever seen.
She wasn’t the “largest” in terms of her bust, mind you. Well, she was—he doubted that any mare in the room could hold a candle to her, and just one of those knockers looked almost bigger than him. No; the first thing he noticed was her sheer size. She towered above him, her head reaching far toward the ceiling. The sunglasses-wearing stallion beside her looked like a foal compared to her height, and if the roll of...something between his teeth was any indication, he was anything but.
The mare was...incredible. Bright white fur, and a mane so lightning blue that it seemed to shimmer with electricity. She wore her own pair of sunglasses, a pair of dark black circles that kept a single beam of light from glinting through. Ten feet tall if she was an inch, even the tallest of stallions in the room would have had to struggle to reach above her stomach. Each one of her tits was enormous as well, a pair of massive, globular spheres that jiggled and shook like barrels of jello. The “skirt” she was wearing did absolutely nothing to conceal the massive, godlike ass that stuck out behind her, and he even caught a glimpse of an eight-note Cutie Mark and a pair of silk black panties peeking out beneath the fabric.
He was suddenly aware of an increasing dampness spreading across his crotch. His engorged cock grinded against his soft boxers, a steady stream of pre drooling down his leg. Even as he registered the cold sweat that had broken out on the back of his neck, Wisp felt his member give another splort, another damp patch of arousal blossoming across his groin.
As quickly as if somepony had set a fire beneath his tail, Whitewisp scrambled to his feet. His eyes flickered for another glance beneath the mare’s skirt on the way up, but some flutter of wind had sent the cloth back down to cover up her crotch. Even so, that wasn’t enough to keep him from getting a good eyeful of her thick thunder thighs, a pair of tree-trunk legs so thick with fat and muscle that he wouldn’t have been surprised to see them crack a stone placed in between.
“Yo, everypony!” The mare’s voice thundered out over the room, her rich, rumbling voice easily rolling out over even the loudest wub of the beat. The crowd cheered again, the shapes around him stopping their whirling just for a moment to greet this massive, incredible mare. Dimly, Wisp registered that this must be the Vinyl Scratch that Crimson had wanted to see. “Biggest tits.” Sure. Something told him that Crimson hadn’t been sober enough to hear about the size of the rest of her.
Vinyl Scratch grinned. Her eyes, though concealed beneath her sunglasses, nevertheless carried a glint of amusement. “You all havin’ a good time!”
A resounding cheer answered her. Her grin widened until it looked like it was about to split her face in two. She shoved a fist up in the air and planted the other in her hip.
“Well, fuck. That’s all I wanted to hear!” She bobbed her head to a few beats of the song, her mane thrashing from side to side. She gave a thumbs-up to the first DJ, and he returned it with a smirk. A second later, her horn was glimmering with a bright blue aura, and a classic vinyl record was spinning through the air toward her. She snatched it out of the air and tossed it to the stallion beside her. He caught it with a grin and slapped it down onto the disk table in front of him. Instantly, the beat changed. The crowd went wild, and sped back into the thumping rhythm.
Wisp didn’t even notice that she was looking at him until she was crouched down with her elbows on her knees, her tits resting gently between her thighs. “Hey,” she said, her voice just barely audible over the beat. “You havin’ fun, little dude?”
Wisp stared at her like a changeling who’d crash-landed into an orphanage. “Um,” he said, in a very small voice. “What?”
Vinyl’s mouth quirked up at the side. “I asked if you were havin’ fun,” she asked. She gestured out to the dance floor behind him, to the sea of gyrating bodies beyond. He caught a glimpse of bright red eyes, glinting with amusement just above the rim of her sunglasses—and then she pushed them back up her nose with a snort. “Kinda the point of this kinda gig.”
“Oh! U-um, yeah.” Whitewisp coughed. He was doing his best to keep his eyes from lingering on...well, any part of her, really. Unfortunately, in his efforts to keep from staring at her breasts—or her thighs—or her ass—he really only succeeded in giving his eyes a whopping world tour of the massive mare in front of him, an experienced which only made his pounding libido even worse. “Lots.”
Vinyl’s eyebrows went up. “Y’sure?” she asked. She folded her arms across her chest, her forearms squishing into the mass of pillowy flesh resting there. He suddenly noticed that, even crouching down, she was still a good head taller than him—and to boot, she loomed so easily over him that he doubted she couldn’t have done it if she’d been three feet shorter. Her entire posture screamed it, a powerful, lazy confidence that intensified the whole experience of her size to a rising crescendo. He caught his gaze straying to one of her biceps—Celestia, but that thing was huge—before he hastily swung it back toward her eyes. “‘Cuz it don’t look like it to me.”
Wisp suddenly was not sure what to expect. Some quiet, mouselike part of him was currently shrieking in a corner and praying for the big mare not to squish him. “No, really,” he said, forcing a grin onto his face. “L-lots of fun.”
She answered with a big, goofy grin of her own. The steady wub-wub-wub of the beat seemed to disintegrate in moments, her rumbling voice the only sound his ears cared to hear. “Well, that’s great!” she said. She gave him a sudden smack on the back that nearly sent him sprawling. “But I could see how you were lookin’ out there. Not dancing, not makin’ out. Not even fooling around.” She raised an eyebrow again. “Maybe I could show you a bit of fun myself.”
What. “What?” Wisp held up his hands, his eyes going wide. “I—no, it’s really not necessary.” Yes, it’s necessary, his boner screamed. It strained against his pants, throbbing so hard that he almost feared it would tear right through them and leap for the goddess of a mare looming in front of him. “I mean, unless—” He swallowed and stopped himself short.
Before he knew it, she’d gotten down on her knees beside him. With her head still a good half-foot above his, she gently took him in the crook of her elbow and pulled him close to her body. He stiffened on reflex, especially when he felt her very large, very soft breast squishing against his torso.
“Oh, c’mon.” Vinyl’s voice had descended into a purr, and the rumbling in her chest sent little waves of motion bouncing across her bust. Wisp felt every jiggle, every counterwave of titflesh on his chest and belly. He gulped, his throat constricting as he prayed that she didn’t notice the tent in his pants. She took his butt in her big hand and gave it a squeeze. He bit his lip, a hot shudder going through his body as he felt her fingers massaging his ass through his tight jeans.
He was powerless to resist the pressure of her big, strong arms on his behind. Slowly, helplessly, he rotated in place until he was facing back toward the dance floor. The sea of dancing ponies came back into view, a crowd of whooping, grinding flesh that filled the air with a charged, sexual musk.
Or was that just him? He felt a sudden tightness over his crotch and moaned. Another splurt of pre stained his pants, and he felt his stallionhood stir. As he watched, Vinyl’s hand came up from the corner of his vision and paused in his upper peripheral. Shooting him a wicked, sly grin, Vinyl carefully licked the clear, sticky liquid that was dripping between her fingers. Whitewisp felt his heart drop into his stomach—or perhaps, by the throbbing that now seemed to override his very heartbeat, his crotch.
“Look at ‘em,” she purred, giving her fingers one last lick. Her elbow curled inward, squishing him against her massive cleavage. Wisp whimpered softly, feeling very small, and so very, very turned on. Acquiescing, he turned back to the crowd and watched couples whirling and jerking across the dance floor. “Nice and big. Gettin’ out there and making sure everypony can see it. Doesn’t it look like they’re having fun?”
Wisp felt his pathetic little erection squirm in his pants. “Yes,” he croaked, eyeing a bulge in a stallion’s pants that looked longer and thicker than his entire arm. “Yeah, it does.”
Vinyl’s fingers traced tiny circles across his crotch. Her forefinger never touched his straining erection, instead opting to move around it in taunting, teasing patterns. One of her knuckles brushed against the plump sphere of one of his nuts and Wisp groaned, his muscles tensing up.
“But you don’t want everypony to see you,” Vinyl murmured. Her scent was maddening this close. So utterly feminine, yet so powerful. Wisp felt like he could cum from her musk alone. Her bicep swelled against his neck, thick, corded muscle contrasting with the thick, chubby thighs he could feel rubbing against his waist. Her finger slid up his side, then lingered on his collarbone. “Not yet, at least.”
Wisp swallowed. Hard. Otherwise, he stood stock-still, as if fearful that any sudden movements might cause his pants to burst at the seams.
“Y’know,” Vinyl said. She glanced down at him, her blood-red eyes once more visible over the tops of her glasses. “I’m on break for the next hour. Maybe you ‘n I could show each other a little bit of...fun.”
She shot him a smirk. He did his best to shakily grin back. Then, with a yelp, he felt something smack him across the ass, leaving his butt jiggling behind him.
With a grunt, Vinyl heaved herself back up to her full height. Whitewisp was suddenly reminded again of just how big she was...and how small he was in comparison. Trembling slightly, he glanced up at her, barely able to make out her face over the contours of her enormous bust.
“I’ll be in the back room,” Vinyl rumbled, her voice cutting through the thump of the beat. She jerked a thumb back over her shoulder and smirked. “And if you wanna join me… Well, let’s just say I like to make sure that all my customers are having fun. Especially cute lil' studs like you.”
And with that, she gave him a wink, shot him a thumbs-up, and turned to go. As she walked away, Wisp could feel the ground shaking beneath her every step. Her incredible bulk seemed to fill the entire room as she went, her head seeming as though it were mere inches away from scraping against the ceiling. Her wide hips swayed from side to side, her thighs rubbing together as her big, plump butt bounced and jiggled as though it were dancing to the music itself.
She opened a door—the doorknob looked pathetically small in her hand—ducked down, and squeezed herself through. And then the door closed, and she was gone.
Wisp stood there, staring after her, for a few moments more. He raised a hand to his forehead, his fingers trembling, and felt the patches of dried sweat spotting the fur there. He could feel his wings flared out behind him, the joints sticking straight out in a long, impossibly stiff posture. Every twitch of his hips seemed to grind his erection more firmly against his pants, sending waves of arousal through his body. Still shaking, he reached down to feel his crotch. His fingers brushed against a fat smear of precum the size of his palm—his pants were absolutely, completely soaked.
He stood there for a bit longer, letting the music, whoops, and chatter wash over him. Then, with a desire, a curiosity, a hunger boiling deep inside him, he took a deep breath, balled up his fists, and marched forward, his erection leaping and squirming with delight every step of the way.
When he reached the door he’d seen Vinyl Scratch squeeze through, he stopped. A pair of stallions built like a couple of bulldozers glared coolly down at him. Then, slowly, one of them grinned, winked, and nodded him through.
The other already had the door open. Whitewisp gulped, nodded back, and marched on past.
The door swung shut, and the beat of the club vanished behind him.
Chapter Two
Whitewisp hadn’t actually been sure what to expect inside. A labyrinth of CDs and wires? Some kind of sex dungeon? A harem of bigger mares, each one taller and bustier than the last?
By contrast, what he found was...relatively mundane, actually. A trio of padded armchairs sat in a half-circle around a bright red couch, a half-dozen music magazines strewn across the floor beneath it. Behind the arrangement was a clear wooden floor, with a wall comprised of reflective glass mirrors stuck right behind it. A stereo system was set up in the corner of the room, and was quietly flickering with green and red lights as a cool, thrumming beat hummed through the air.
He stepped forward, feeling slightly uncertain. Once he got his bearings, though, he refocused his attention back on the couch. It faced the door directly, and the size of its occupant made it hard to pay attention to anything else nearby. Lounging back across all three cushions, Vinyl Scratch folded her hands behind her head and shot little Wisp a mischievous little smirk.
She was...big. Well, he’d already known that. But seeing her on top of that couch just put it all into perspective. He would’ve struggled to cover even two-thirds of one of those cushions with his lean butt; meanwhile, he could tell from a single glance that Vinyl’s enormous ass would have taken up almost the entire thing. Though her head was resting on one of the arms, her knees were actually draped across the other one, her long body far too big to be held by the entire thing. The couch’s frame bent and groaned beneath her bulk, and her shoeless toes wiggled and tapped against the floor.
Her grin widened. “There y’are,” Vinyl said. She reached down and patted the size of the couch. Wisp couldn’t help but notice the way her hand was tracing lightly around the edge of her breast. Each one was big enough that it would have been near impossible for a normal-sized pony’s arms to reach all the way around; as it was, Vinyl’s long limbs were just barely big enough to let her fingers reach the nipple bulging beneath her tight-stretched shirt.
It was barely even a shirt, really—more of an improvised bra. It had obviously been intended for a much smaller mare, covering only the top two-thirds of her breasts and leaving her underboob completely bare. Her midriff, too, was bare to the world, and her white fur gleamed in the light as her fingers wandered playfully across her erect, nipple-shaped bulge.
She gave her nipple a squeeze and moaned softly, her smirk twitching upward. When she fixed her gaze on him, there was an undeniable attraction lingering there that Wisp found difficult to resist. He found his libido betraying him, his body urging him to stumble forward, to fall into the arms and breasts of this huge, wonderful mare, and to let her do anything she wanted to him.
But instead, he just grinned awkwardly in return. Blushing, he said, “Um. Yeah. Here I am, I guess.”
Vinyl’s teeth were very white. She flashed him a smile and beckoned him closer. “C’mere, little dude. I wanna see you up close.” She shifted her position on the couch, grinding her massive ass against the couch cushions beneath it. The couch groaned in complaint, and Wisp could actually see part of her magnificent rump spilling over the edges. His cheeks still burning, he took another step forward, then stopped. His boner strained even harder against his pants.
Vinyl snorted. “Not like that,” she said. She patted her lap. Her thick thighs pressed tightly together, and each impact sent little jiggles through her voluptuous frame. “Lil’ closer, dude.”
Wisp shuffled another foot closer. At this proximity, Vinyl looked very large indeed. Her voluminous breasts covered most of her torso, a pair of enormous, pillow-like spheres that draped lazily across her chest and most of her stomach. Each rise and fall of her chest sent little ripples through her copious breastflesh, her tits jiggling more with the slightest effort than any of the big-chest mares outside. Even lying down, she was able to look him right in the eye, her smirking expression roughly even with his.
Vinyl snorted. “Timid little dude,” she grumbled amiably. She smoothed her palm over her (barely concealing) skirt. Wisp could actually see the thick bulge of a cameltoe pushing against the fabric. “C’mon. Right on top.”
“Uh.” Wisp stepped closer. His boner was fighting to break out of his jeans and jump in this big, beautiful mare’s lap no matter what he thought. “Just to be clear…”
“Yeah?”
“The...fun you mentioned.” He swallowed. Geeze; who’d have thunk that a giant, ten-foot mare would be this intimidating? “You meant…”
“That we’d rut like animals, break down some furniture, and make a giant fuckin’ mess?” Vinyl chirped. “You bet your ass that’s what I meant.” She waggled her eyebrows and groped her tits some more. “Assuming you’re down with that, of course.”
Whitewisp didn’t waste any words in replying. Instead, he scrambled up on Vinyl’s lap so quickly that it almost looked as if his life depended on it. Which it did, in a fashion. If he lost any more blood to his erection, he was nearly afraid that he’d pass out.
The second his bare arm touched the underside of Vinyl’s breast, a tingle danced up his spine. She was...soft. Warm. He could feel his body sinking into her, his legs pressing against her big, powerful thighs as his shoulders sank deeper against her breasts. He held himself there for a moment, propping himself up into a sitting position as if fearful of drowning should he sink any lower.
Vinyl snorted. “C’mere, you,” she grunted. And with that, she wrapped her hands around him and hugged, pressing him deep into her chest. Wisp’s eyes opened wide as he felt Vinyl’s voluminous tits squishing out beneath and around him, their soft, wide volumes jiggling against his back.
He didn’t even notice when she did it; all he knew was that one moment he’d been wearing his shirt, and the next, he was bare-chested. Wisp blanched and, reflexively, curled his arms across his chest. He wasn’t flabby or anything—quite the opposite. Scrawny, weedy, and downright lanky, he was the epitome of the phrase “skinny like a stick.” Compared to the massive mare purring beneath him, her fingers stroking gently along his shoulder blades, he felt rather like a mouse.
“Ah.” Vinyl squished him a bit harder against her breasts, exhaling hotly over his forehead. He could feel her cameltoe stirring against the seat of his pants, a hot dampness spreading across his jeans. “Now that’s better.”
Wisp tensed—and then, on a gamble, let it all go. He let himself sink into Vinyl’s grasp, her breasts coming up around him to swallow him up. It felt like lying on a bed, really. A big, soft, sexual bed that could have crushed him easily between her thighs.
Vinyl chuckled. Wisp felt his stallionhood stir in his pants again, and noticed that she was rubbing a thumb against his crotch. He flushed, his libido flaring up again as Vinyl traced little circles around the blossoms of pre his arousal had left behind.
“So tell me, lil’ dude,” she said. She cupped his tent in her hand, making it look laughably small. Wisp blushed harder, remembering the sheer size of all of the stallions outside. Why, he suddenly wondered, had she picked him? Did she get off on teasing undersized colts or something. “What’d you come out for tonight?”
He coughed. “Um, friends, really.” Wisp stared down at his toes, past the rising tent of his throbbing erection. Of course, given how far he’d sank into Vinyl’s breasts, that meant he had to look past the twin walls of soft, furry cleavage rising up on either side of his vision. He could see—no, feel them rising and falling around him with every breath of the giantess beneath him. “They wanted to go out and have some fun, so I figured I’d come along.”
“Fun, huh?” Vinyl chuckled. She was flicking playfully at the hem of his jeans, now, her fingers mere millimeters away from slipping inside. Wisp held his breath, desire and fear warring inside of him as he felt the big mare tease his arousal further. “Didn’t look like you were having much of it out there.”
“I...no.” Wisp sighed. “It was a bit...loud, I guess?” He winced. Great, call the club owned by the big mare caressing your crotch “too loud.” Great fucking idea.
But Vinyl just threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, yeah,” she said, chuckling again. “That stuff’s loud as shit. I’ve always been more into the stuff that could shatter your eardrums.” She grinned down at him past her cleavage. “But I get that some ponies like softer stuff more. My roommate, for one.”
“Roommate?”
“Stuffy little filly.” Vinyl waved her hand dismissively. “Cute, though. But enough about me. Where’d your friends go? Didn’t they stick around?”
“...No,” Wisp admitted. “They found somepony to dance with, I guess.”
“But not you?” Vinyl said. “Not a one?”
Whitewisp shook his head shyly. His ears squished against either one of Vinyl’s breasts, sending little waves rippling across their plump surfaces. “Not really, no,” he said quietly. “They were all just so…”
“So...what?” Vinyl quirked an eyebrow. “Sick? Rad? Obnoxious?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. His next word was barely audible. “...Big.”
It took him a second to realize that the sound he was hearing was laughter. He glanced up, and caught Vinyl cackling wildly into her cleavage.
“Man, lil’ dude,” she choked out, still snickering. “You shoulda just said so. How d’you think they got so big?”
He blinked up at her—and then comprehension dawned. “You?”
“Yup.” Vinyl snapped her fingers. Her horn flickered to life, glowing with an electric-blue aura even more vibrant than her hair. She smirked down at him and gave his crotch a patronizing little pat. “After all, who else is the big mare ‘round this joint?”
“B-but…” Wisp continued to stare. “You’re...a DJ. I thought—”
“That my special talent would be music?” Vinyl grinned. “Fair enough. But magic-wise, I do have one signature spell. Got it off a family friend when he was in town visiting.” She flexed her arms above him, cracking her knuckles loudly. “Left me large and in charge...and with one hell of an appetite.”
She licked her lips at him, still smirking. “Problem is, a girl my size can’t find many cocks or tits big enough to satisfy me. So what’s a filly to do?”
“Um—”
“Exactly!” She snapped her fingers. Sparks flared from her horn, and her magic burst up around it like a flicker of flame. She beamed down at him. “Make ‘em bigger.”
“U-um—Miss Scratch?” Whitewisp cringed when he felt a sudden warmth growing around his crotch. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Puh-lease,” she grunted. She had his bulge cupped in her hand again, and was softly stroking it with a thumb as her other hand roamed across his chest. “Miss Scratch is my aunt’s name. Call me Vinyl.”
Her smile widened. “And isn’t it obvious? I’m pushing you over the bell curve, kid.”
Wisp stared at her for a second. “What?” And then he felt it.
It started as a pressure: a growing, mounting tightness that only got worse no matter which way he moved his legs. It was a swelling, burgeoning weight against his crotch, a throbbing heat against his thighs that pushed the fabric of his pants away until they felt almost impossibly constricting. Wisp felt his eyes squeezing shut, his little body wiggling and twisting between Vinyl’s breasts as the pressure grew. The weight of Vinyl’s hand against his package began to feel heavier, their pressure almost stifling as something took a hold of his erection and pulled.
He could hear the straining, groaning, popping of fabric. He could feel his pants tightening, the material stretching across his lap as they were stretched to contain an occupant far larger than they had possibly been designed to hold. His arousal doubled, then tripled. He could feel his libido growing by the second, his balls feeling fuller, heavier, his cock throbbing and shuddering as his needs rose and swelled and pulsed.
There came an awful tearing sound.
Something wet, hot, and hard slapped against his chest.
Slowly, almost fearfully, Wisp opened his eyes. A monstrous, fat black member absolutely drooling precum stared back at him.
It throbbed, and he grunted. His whole body flexed as a surge of pure, incoherent need washed over him. The fat slit of the cock looming over him throbbed, and a huge glob of precum the size of his fist splattered all over his chest and face. Wisp nearly choked, hacking and coughing for breath as pre streamed out the sides of his mouth.
It was two feet long if it were an inch. Another throb brought it lurching forward—and was it his imagination, or did it seem to swell with another inch of size? Wisp felt his eyes widening to the size of saucers, his whole body going limp as he followed the length of the shaft down past its thick, slick medial ring, past the veiny base, past the pair of enormous, cum-filled orbs larger than his entire head—and down to his very own crotch, where the monster was anchored.
“That’s my dick.” He hadn’t meant it to come out as a squeak, but it had.
Vinyl chuckled. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. Another surge of pleasure lanced through Wisp’s body. It was overwhelming. In that instant, he felt as though he could feel that sensation piercing every vein, every capillary of his body, an infinite burst of pleasure that he needed to last forever.
And then her fingers lifted, and it went away. Wisp found himself panting, staring down at his massive cock and desiring more. Oh, Celestia, he needed more.
He had noted, though, with some small amount of satisfaction, that even Vinyl’s hand hadn’t been able to wrap all the way around his new cock.
His new cock. Holy fuck it was huge. He felt a line of drool slipping down his chin as he took it all in. It was big, virile, powerful. The musk alone nearly drove him mad with a primal need to rut, to fuck, to spill his seed in any mare or stallion willing enough to give into his dominance. He could actually see the scraps of his pants and boxers where his growing shaft had shredded through them like wet tissue paper.
He gulped, one hand shakily moving down toward his massive balls. He cupped one of those enormous orbs in his palm and nearly groaned. He could feel them churning, sloshing with Celestia knew how much seed. He gave them a little squeeze and actually groaned, his arousal spiking even higher as his heavy cock throbbed against his chest.
So this was what all those stallions outside had felt like. All that size, all that virility...all that desire. He could feel it now, churning and swelling inside his gut like a roaring, stampeding beast. Fuck. How could he even control something like this?
As if to reply, his massive member lurched forward. It smacked against his chest, then shot another volley of precum off on the rebound. This time, it didn’t hit his face, though—instead, it splattered messily against Vinyl’s face and cleavage above him. Wide-eyed, he glanced back up at her and stared as she grunted happily, licking her face clean of his sticky, milky-white arousal.
“Mm.” She smacked her lips and smirked down at him. “Now that’s delicious.”
Wisp’s lower lip trembled. “U-um. Thanks?” He winced as another throb of lust surged inside his crotch.
“You’re real fuckin’ welcome,” Vinyl said cheerily. She licked her lips, now focused intently on his towering member. It stood straight up over his crotch, a pillar of manhood that drooled precum in a steady river down its shaft, which cascaded onto his lap. He could feel the fur around it growing wet and sticky, his whole body subordinated to each lurch and throb of his growing stallionhood. “But man… I’m gonna need a taste of that.”
Wisp barely had the time to stammer out “What?” before she dove forward. Handling him as easy as she would a child, she plucked him out of her cleavage and spun him sideways in her lap until his legs were draped over the back of the couch and his head was hanging over the edge of the couch. She cradled the latter in one wide palm as she held his member steady with the other. She opened her mouth wide—and then two feet and chance of girthy stallion cock were pushing past her lips, sliding down her throat as she took every inch of him he had to offer.
Whitewisp moaned. His hips tried to jerk and buck, his thighs flexing as the wet softness of Vinyl’s mouth surrounded his member. Her powerful grasp kept him still, though, and the sensation of her nipples pressing against his side was more than enough to entice him to stay still.
His eyelashes fluttered, more moans slipping out of him as Vinyl slurped hungrily at his cock. Where another mare might have struggled to take even the head in, a titan of Vinyl’s size found little trouble in wrapped her tongue around it, rolling the glans against the back of her throat, and swallowing his incredible length down. The suction of her lips around his girth grew impossible, rivulets of precum streaming past her lips as she sucked harder and harder.
Wisp twisted in vain. The impulses of his new stallionhood drove him to drove his hips forward, mindlessly searching to fuck the warm, welcoming, deep orifice swallowing up his mighty cock. But Vinyl just kept him firmly in place; as focused as she was on her task, one corner of her mouth crept up in amusement. Scrawny and small as he was, even his monstrous member wasn’t enough to keep her from handling him any way she pleased. And from the smirk on her face, that was just how she liked it.
Her head bobbed up and down his shaft, her lips rolling and smacking against every inch of his girthy length. She had his ballsack cupped in her free hand—she could only fit one of those enormous, cum-laden orbs in her palm, but it was more than enough to drive Whitewisp wild. She swished her tongue across the underside of his shaft and he moaned; she gave his testicle a playful little squeeze and he moaned, feeling it filling up fuller with sloshing, heavy seed the second her fingers released their pressure.
He could feel himself getting closer. Cute little grunts squeaked out of the corner of his mouth each time he “bottomed out” inside Vinyl’s throat. She was grunting too, deep, focused sounds that left his crotch vibrating every time she kissed the base of his shaft. She continued to massage his balls, her tongue lapping against every inch of his penis as she let him use her mouth and throat as a crude fleshlight. He groaned and twisted, his eyes fluttering, his vision blurring as the pleasure mounted and swelled until he could feel himself about to fall over the edge—
With a gasp, he felt his shaft bulge inside of Vinyl’s mouth. Fat ropes of jizz, each one twice as big as any single orgasm he’d ever had in the past, splattered against the back of her throat. He cried out, whimpering in absolute pleasure as she eagerly gulped down each new wave of gooey cum erupting from his monstrous length. Wisp felt his eyes rolling back, his entire body flexing with ecstasy as he spilled his entire load, what felt like gallons, directly into Vinyl’s mouth. Spurt after spurt of his seed burst against the giant mare’s tongue, her lips wrapping ever-tightly around his base and sucking, coaxing every last drop of his hot, virile spooge out from his fat, overfilled nuts.
When his orgasm finally ended, Wisp went limp in Vinyl’s arms. He groaned, his eyes fluttering weakly as his cock lurched and throbbed weakly between her lips. As his eyes opened, and his vision cleared, he saw Vinyl’s smirking face resolve above him. She licked her lips, his thick, salty seed dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
“Now that,” she said, sounding completely satisfied, “was some good shit.”
Wisp groaned. He did his best to sit up. The second he succeeded, Vinyl wrapped her arm around him again and hugged him to her chest, face-first. He moaned into her cleavage as his cock rubbed between her two soft, plush mega-tits. He could already feel it getting hard again. And his balls still felt so full.
“That felt…” He coughed, his voice weak. “Incredible.” Holy shit.
Vinyl pulled him out of her bust and grinned down at him. “Told ya,” she said, winking. “But we’re not done yet, lil’ dude.”
He blinked up at her. “Uh.” Still stuck between her tits, his cock throbbed. A volley of pre splattered down on the inside of her fat cleavage. “Then—”
“You’re in a club, right?” Vinyl’s grin widened. “Then lemme show you how to dance.”
Chapter Three
He tried to make sure he’d heard that correctly. “Da—dance?”
“Yup.” Vinyl’s horn shimmered. A smooth, electronic beat filled the air. An instant later, Whitewisp found himself going tumbling out of Vinyl’s grasp. He yelped, then landed on his ass with a thump. His massive cock smacked against his chest, leaving a smear of precum as wide as his hand across the fur there. He groaned, his balls aching as the force of the impact sent little ripples across their plump surfaces. Oh, Celestia, he thought to himself, staring up at his massive member in awe as his head spun. He was so...huge.
With a grunt, Vinyl heaved her bulk off of the couch. It creaked and groaned as she did so, and retained a significant depression where her ass had once rested. She drew herself up to her full height and stretched. Her body loomed over Wisp’s, even more so with his butt planted firmly on the ground. He watched her in awe as she slipped a finger beneath her shirt, grinning down at him the entire time, and tugged.
It split down the middle as easily as though it’d been made of paper. Now freed from their prison, her two massive breasts bounced free, looking even larger than they had before. She groaned happily, then crumpled up the shreds of her former shirt and tossed it over her shoulder.
One hand scratching the back of her neck, she made her way over to the dance floor behind the couch. She had a slow, easy gait, each one of her strides crossing almost twice the distance as a single one of his. The ground trembled beneath her massive feet; Wisp was almost afraid that she would crash right down through the floor. But whatever the room was made of, it’d been built with ample strength to support the bulk of its titanic owner.
Her hips swayed as she moved, her thick thighs rubbing together with every step. With another careless tug, she ripped her skirt off and tossed it aside. With that, her enormous ass was laid bare before him.
Wisp stared. Her panties did basically nothing but “conceal” her more private parts, and given the cameltoe he’d seen before, even that was a struggle for her. Her rump was massive, a pair of huge, globular spheres that shook and jiggled with the slightest persuasion. The string of her panties vanished somewhere inside the cleavage of her incredible ass crack, cutting deep through the canyon of that gigantic, glorious ass. One twitch of her hips sent waves of motion rippling across its surface, her Cutie Marks bouncing and shaking like they’d been born for nothing else.
Slowly, hypnotically, Vinyl drew to a stop—and then stomped to the side just as a low, bass beat thrummed through the stereo. She pivoted on her heel and whirled to face him, sending every part of her huge body bouncing and quivering in a dance of bountiful feminine flesh. Her panties concealed absolutely nothing, the curve of her puffy marehood showing clearly through their drenched fabric. It was...big.
Vinyl eyed him with a shit-eating grin. She held out a hand—slightly lower than for a normal pony, given that he barely even came up to the top of her stomach. “C’mon, little dude. I wanna see that thing shake.”
Wisp was on his feet in an instant. Then he stumbled, saving himself from tripping with barely a yelp and a pair of windmilling arms. Before him, the weight of his new member pulled him downward, a good twenty-plus pounds of pure cock that throbbed and twitched with lust. He could feel his balls dangling beneath it, pushing his knees apart as they swelled and sloshed with more seed. They were already the size of soccer balls, and he had little doubt that they were only going to get bigger.
Sure, it may have been hard to walk with that trio of monsters attached to his crotch. But did he really care? Another wave of simple, frustrated, needy pleasure surged through him, and Wisp nearly moaned.
The answer was pretty simple after that. No, he didn’t.
He waddled somewhat uncertainly over toward Vinyl’s crooked finger, his fat balls smacking against his thighs with every step of the way. His massive shaft bobbed and swayed from side to side, already looking more than half as thick as one of his legs. Had it been growing? It hadn’t looked that big when he’d cum down Vinyl’s throat. The simple memory of it sent it lurching with arousal, and he groaned. As he walked, he left a deep river of precum behind him, his throbbing shaft drooling more and more pre across the floor each time his nuts slapped together.
He took Vinyl’s hand gingerly. It was nearly twice the size of his own, and looked like it could crush his wrist with ease. He gulped, then glanced up at her. She grinned down at him—not unkindly, or even cockily—and just winked. The beat of the music thumped somewhere in the distance, just behind the roar of arousal in his ears.
“Alright, little stud,” Vinyl purred. “Let’s dance.”
One long arm reached down to squeeze his tight little butt, and then they were off.
Dancing with a giantess was...awkward. Wisp had no idea where to put his feet at any given moment; wherever he looked, it seemed Vinyl was just there, her big, amazonian body filling up every inch of space available. It didn’t help, either, that Vinyl seemed to have her own ideas on how he was going to “dance,” an act which seemed to require absolutely no input from him at all. She just hugged him tight and stepped, bounced, and shook to the beat, spinning him along until he was sweating and breathless.
This wasn’t ballroom dancing. This was...gyration. Wisp was reminded of the ponies he’d seen dancing outside, and then a throb of his cock against Vinyl’s massive thigh showed him just how pathetic those other ponies’ dancing was compared to theirs. Even the hulking bulges he'd seen at those other stallions' crotches were barely a foal's package compared to his; even the biggest tits on the dance floor outside were like a pair of pebbles next to Vinyl's enormous, bouncing bust. And her size—it was impossible to forget just how big she was as she manhandled him like a toy, groping for every part of his tiny body as she pressed him closer and tighter to herself. Vinyl was a force of nature, a whirling mass of size and libido and sex that tore his blush away and left him panting with raw, untempered need.
Vinyl Scratch didn’t dance delicately. There was no need to—and it was probably impossible anyway. A single step brought her breast smacking down against her belly; a twirl on her heel pulled his face forward until he was buried ear-deep in her massive, soft cleavage. She squeezed his erection between her thighs, grinding up against it until it reached up past her belly button, his thick medial ring rubbing tenderly against the slit of her dripping cameltoe.
Whitewisp groaned, losing himself in the “dance”. He found himself grinding back, humping her, feeling her. His hands wrapped around her waist in a pathetic facsimile of a foal dancing with an adult, his arms barely long enough to reach her Cutie Marks. Her fat ass went bouncing and swaying with each move she made, her whole body shaking like Jello as jiggles. A jiggling breast sent ripples down her belly, which sent her thunder thighs slamming together. And her ass…
He grunted, trying to reaffirm his grip on those massive globes. Vinyl’s ass was a behemoth in itself, a natural disaster of quivering, jiggling mass that seemed almost to dance independently of its owner. Wisp moaned, a splurt of pre from his cock painting the underside of her breasts a thick, milky-white.
“Mmff.” Vinyl grunted and pressed him closer to her. He could feel her breasts smushing together on either side of his head, could feel the steady throb of her pussy as it burned with arousal. “Not quite big enough, lil’ stud.”
The heat of her magic flared up around his crotch again. Wisp felt a moan bubbling up in his throat and let it go, his body trembling with pleasure as his stallionhood began to grow once more. Vinyl slowed down, but never quite stopped, her massive body swaying and jerking as his cock stretched to ever-greater sizes. It passed the top of his pectoral shelf, edging up past his chin as it approached his nose. It was a massive, quivering slab of meat, burning with a star’s worth of heated arousal, and drooling enough precum to fill bathtubs.
He could feel his balls swelling, contracting, sloshing as they grew along with it. His mighty shaft prodded against the bottom of Vinyl’s cleavage, then throbbed as it grew past it. It pressed between her breasts, a massive, shuddering member that didn’t push through them so much as grow past them. Its growth stopped somewhere midway between her breasts, his swollen, drooling tip lost somewhere in the marshmallow-soft mass of her incredible cleavage.
And then their dance began in earnest.
Vinyl stepped right; he stepped left. She squeezed her thighs together, and he slammed his hips forward, pumping his organ up through her soft, warm cleavage. Wet, sticky pre splattered against the bottom of her chin, then landed back down over her tits in thin, clear strands. She grinned down at him and grunted in satisfaction. A glimmer of her horn set the beat pounding even louder, and she groped his ass shamelessly, grinding her marehood even harder against his thick, veined shaft.
His hips jerked as they whirled, pumping his cock up and down her huge, jiggling tits. Each thrust sent another volley of pre splattering against her cleavage, his huge balls filling up fuller and fuller each time they smacked against her thick, rippling thighs. Whitewisp gasped in awe and pleasure as he felt Vinyl’s magic suffusing him. It was a heavy, erotic warmth that seemed to spread through every vein, every bone, every muscle of his body. His thrusts increased in intensity, speeding up until he was fucking Vinyl’s tits with each thrumming beat of the music around them.
Vinyl grinded against him, groaning and whooping as they jerked and swayed. Wisp felt the weight of her huge, massive breasts folding around his girth and found himself panting, his eyelids fluttering as his balls churned with a steadily-swelling load. Each jerk of his hips sent his cock thrusting deeper between her huge tits, its passage soon lubricated by the vast amounts of precum his organ was putting out. Gallons of the stuff, it seemed, matted her fur, smooth, sticky pre glimmering in a thin sheen around her dripping, bouncing boobs. Vinyl squeezed her breasts between her forearms and Wisp found his head jerking back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as her tits squished tightly around his jerking, thrusting member.
And still, his balls grew. He could feel his nuts swelling, pressing up ever more tightly against his legs as he fucked Vinyl’s tits harder and faster. He thought he could see his tip poking up out of the top of her cleavage, a full two feet above his head. Only part of him registered that her nipples, tall, fat, and pink, quivering and erect with arousal, seemed...closer than they had before. Her breasts seemed only twice his weight now, rather than thrice that.
But Whitewisp was too busy to pay attention to anything silly like that. The weight of Vinyl’s soft, dripping tits wrapped around his throbbing member more pleasurably than the folds of any other mare’s cunt. The bulge of her clit felt smaller and smaller against the base of his shaft by the second, his cock swelling and bulging and gushing pre until he felt himself growing dizzy with lust and desire.
In a swift motion, Vinyl reached down and latched her fingers around his thighs. He could feel her thumbs pressing against his naked butt as she actually picked him up, heaving him into the air as his cock twitched and shuddered.
“F-fuck,” she grunted. Her fat tits bounced and jiggled as she forced his cock deeper between them. His huge, plump balls smacked against her cunt as she pushed him up and down, fucking her own tits with his engorged member. “N-not so little now, eh, stud?”
Wisp couldn’t even reply. He was in heaven. Vinyl’s breasts were so tight, so slick, so soft around his shaft that he felt like he was drowning with every lurch of his cock. His feet weren’t even touching the ground anymore; far above him, he could see the amazon’s horn glittering as she grunted and panted, holding him as easily as she would a child and using his massive dick to grind between her own breasts.
The ridiculousness of the situation hit him just as he reached his peak—and then, suddenly, it didn’t even matter anymore. Wisp gasped as he felt his nuts, now the size of volleyballs, slam against the bottom of his crotch as the retracted. He felt them churning, sloshing as what felt like gallons of thick, gooey cum mixed inside of them, the bottom of his shaft bulging as impossible amounts of seed forced their way up through his gigantic, shuddering stallionhood.
Wisp came like a volcano. He shrieked in pleasure, his hips jerking pathetically as his thrusts went wild, his tiny, weak body struggling to move the monster attached to his hips. A tsunami of jizz burst from his fat, drooling tip, globs of gooey spunk larger than his head exploding up into the air far above him. His huge cock bucked and lurched, his entire body jerking and twitching with the aftershocks of his climax as his enormous orgasm rolled over him. Ropes of spunk that never seemed to end rained down on them, splattering across his face, painting Vinyl’s mane and chest white, blinding them both as enough jizz to fill several bathtubs felt the pull of gravity and fell.
His balls swelled and contracted in equal amounts, their vast stores of seed sloshing within as his roaring orgasm did its best to empty them. Wisp’s back arched, his body writhing in Vinyl’s powerful grip as his nuts put out more in a single second than he formerly could have in a full month of jerking off. Her tits bounced and shook with each lurch of his titanic cock, jizz dripping down her bust and nipples as his incredible orgasm made it buck like a prize bronco. On and on it went, neverending, gallons of spunk rolling forth from his overstuffed nuts. So much cum! He felt a wave of pure white washing over his mind, drowning his thoughts in mindless, thoughtless pleasure, his whole body grinding, humping, twisting as his climax seemed to milk his groaning nuts dry.
And then it was over. With a whimper, he went limp in Vinyl’s arms. The warm, spongy surface of his member pressed against his face, her soft tits like pillows beneath his cheeks. He groaned, sweat streaming down his forehead as he felt his balls dangling beneath him.
Gently—surprisingly so, even—Vinyl removed him from her cleavage and set him on the floor. By some miracle, he managed to land on his feet, though it was no small feat to keep himself standing with the incredible weight of his member pulling him forward. His knees trembled and shook, struggling as much with the aftershocks of his incredible climax as with the mass of his new, enhanced stallionhood.
Behind him, he could feel Vinyl’s breasts pressing against his back. Hard, quivering nipples larger than his thumbs dug deep into his shoulder blades. The warm, slick coat of paint his cum had drenched them with smeared against his bare back, his fur growing even more matted with the evidence of his own pleasure. Wisp realized that he was panting, his chest heaving as his eyes fluttered weakly.
He felt Vinyl’s finger, sleek and smooth, gliding around the curve of his ballsack. He grunted, then moaned softly when she gave it a squeeze. His flaccid dick throbbed; as it softened, it draped over his medicine ball-sized nuts. It splurted one final glob of spunk onto the floor and then shuddered once more before falling still.
“Wow.” Vinyl’s voice purred in his ear, the music muted beneath its allure. Wisp shivered, tingles of pleasure and yet-aching desire spreading through his body. The warm and satisfaction of his afterglow had suffused every inch of him...and yet he could feel himself yearning for more. Wanting it, needing it. He could already feel his balls filling up again, his member chubbing up once more as Vinyl’s finger traced along its thick, veined girth in playful little squiggles. “Not such a little stud at all.”
He blinked blearily, his vision cloudy. Was that...the mirror he was staring at? He felt himself swaying woozily, still panting as he tried and failed to recognize the silhouette standing before him. Behind that form, he could see a vast white shape—Vinyl, he supposed, though she seemed somewhat less...hulking than before.
But how was that possible?
Vinyl snickered over his shoulder. Her hot, moist breath washed over his ear as she traced a finger lazily across his stomach. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen a colt take so well to my spell,” she chuckled, nuzzling his cheek. Her huge tits squished gently against his back, smooshing against his ass. He gave it a flex, and then shuddered when her nipples throbbed in response. “Mm. Maybe you’ll be the stud I’ve been looking for.”
He groaned. Dammit, why did his head have to hurt? “Wh-what do you mean?” he said, slurring the words.
She just chuckled again. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” she said, and gestured toward the mirror.
Chapter Four
Whitewisp stared at the stallion in the mirror.
The stallion in the mirror smirked back.
Hesitantly, he raised an arm and flexed it. The stallion in the mirror did the same, only his bicep was a good two times as thick as Whitewisp ever remembered his being. The simple motion made his chest flex along with it, his pecs bouncing slightly as veins tightened against the skin around his upper arm.
Whitewisp looked down. Holy shit. He had pecs.
He looked back at the mirror. The stallion—he—grinned back. His jaw slowly dropping, Whitewisp took it all in. His arms were thick and toned; another flex showed his bicep to be at least the size of an orange. His pecs were round and clean-cut, with cleavage that looked like it could snap his knuckles in half. He ran a finger down his stomach, staring. A perfect six-pack of abs stared back, smooth, rounded ridges that his hand bumped over.
That was when he realized that Vinyl was kneeling down beside him again. Except now, she didn’t tower over him by a good six inches. Instead, he could actually look down on her reflection—the top of her head only came up to the bridge of his nose. He blinked, utterly dumbfounded.
His massive cock throbbed. The fact that it still seemed grossly disproportionate to the rest of his body—no matter how much he’d grown—spoke volumes to the size he’d gained. He could feel it chubbing up further, growing stiffer by the second. Whatever he might have felt, it definitely liked what it saw.
And one thing was for sure: Whitewisp wasn’t much of a “wisp” any longer.
Vinyl’s finger trailed down the cleavage between his pecs. Wisp stiffened, then groaned, a soft moan of pleasure slipping past his lips as she squeezed his rounded, toned ass. “Told ya you were a stud,” she hummed. She winked at his reflection. “Just didn’t expect this much.”
“Wh-what happened to me?” Wisp continued to ogle his reflection in the mirror. Then Vinyl leaned slightly forward, her massive, cum-stained breasts pressing harder against his back. He grunted, his cock lurching and spattering the mirror with a wad of precum. It dripped slowly down onto the floor, oozing into a gooey, musky puddle below. He bit his lip and gave his other arm a flex. Holy shit, but it was huge. Nowhere close to Vinyl, but still!
She smirked. “Well,” she said, drawing the word out. She cupped one of his massive nuts in one hand and began to stroke his enormous shaft in the other. At its new size, she couldn’t even wrap her hand a third of the way around his monstrous girth. He felt rather inordinately proud of that, or would have if he hadn’t been too busy ogling himself. “My growth spells always have some amount of overflow. Looks like your body was more than happy to grow, though.” She gave his cock a squeeze and he gasped, every muscle in his body flexing and bulging to greater sizes as a bolt of arousal surged through him. “Which is awesome. I’m a big mare, and I need a big stallion to satisfy me.”
Her lips curled around his ear; he moaned as she suckled on it, tasting him. “Might be the biggest stud I’ve had yet,” she murmured, nuzzling his neck. He could feel his nuts swelling, sloshing with uncountable volumes of seed as her nipples pressed against his newly developed back muscles. “Gonna guess...seven feet, maybe?”
Holy fuck.
Wisp stared at his reflection for a few moments more. A huge, hunky, stud of a stallion smirked back. He placed both hands on the top side of his shaft and began to rub them back and forth slowly. He watched in amazement and lust as his arms flexed and pecs bounced, his shaft stiffening and rising up further with each inch his arousal added to it. By the time he was fully hard, it was long enough to reach his forehead, and thick enough that he could only barely wrap both arms around it.
Vinyl’s voice purred in his ear, low and throaty. “So,” she growled playfully. “Whataya say we move this to the floor and have some real fun?”
He spun so quickly his cock smacked against her breasts with a resounding slap! Pushing her cleavage and his own girth aside, he shoved his lips against hers. She grabbed him with both hands, pressing them even closer together as his member grinded between her spunk-dripping tits. Her tongue delved into his mouth, and he pressed back, their tongues dueling as hunger and pure, bestial need flared up in him.
“You’re mine,” Vinyl snarled, pulling back from the kiss. “You fucking stud.” And she grabbed him around the waist, picked him up (though not quite as easily as before), and whirled him onto the ground. He moaned, dazed, as his massive erection slapped against his chest and face.
She loomed over him, her massive form overshadowing him easily. His enormous shaft, nearing four feet in length, slid across her thigh, straining toward her dripping pussy. Vinyl smirked down at him, grinning through her cleavage, and caught his member between her thighs. Whitewisp choked, the plush softness of her legs enveloping his cock as she slowly slid down his length.
“Oh, yeah,” Vinyl purred. Wisp twitched and groaned, his impressive muscles flexing as the pleasure centers in his brain buzzed and whirred. Vinyl kept him easily in place though, licking her lips as she eyed his stallionhood lustily. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a real cock inside me.”
And with that, she thrust his flare inside of her.
Wisp’s eyes bulged. His biceps bulged, his core flexing as Vinyl took the first half-foot of his member inside of her without even breaking a sweat. She moaned, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as his shaft twitched and sputtered inside of her, a steady stream of precum leaking out the side of her pussy.
“Aw, yeah,” she groaned. “That’s the stuff.” And she shoved another foot inside.
Wisp found himself moaning, twisting, grunting as Vinyl slowly squatted down over him. As each of his turgid, throbbing manhood vanished into her cunt, he felt his balls swelling with ever-greater amounts of seed, more than ready to spill gallons of spunk inside his giant partner. He groaned, wishing for Vinyl to go faster, to take every inch of his cock and then more. He needed to rut, needed to fuck. A whimper slipped past his lips, sweat beading on his brow as Vinyl clenched her inner walls around his head.
She grunted, her eyes fluttering closed. “Mm,” she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wisp could make out the barest outline of...something there, a fat, rounded bulge straining against her coat. Her cunt spasmed around his cock again and he cried out, his eyes widening as he felt her stretching around his incredible length. “That really hits the spot.”
Vinyl continued to descend down over him. She kept rubbing her stomach, her palm moving in ever-widening circles as the bulge in her belly grew and grew. Wisp grunted, struggling to keep from orgasming right then and there as he watched that swell take on the unmistakeable curve of his flare, the indomitable bulge of his fat, throbbing cock. His nuts suddenly throbbed, and he groaned. He could actually see Vinyl’s stomach deforming around his huge member, her belly expanding outward as he gushed rivers of precum into her stretched marehood.
He barely even noticed when he bottomed out inside of her—or, rather, when she finished spearing herself on top of him. Her hips met his and he grunted in pain. His thighs flexed weakly against her massive, overbearing weight. He felt like he was being crushed beneath her huge, fat ass and incredible thighs...but he loved it. Her enormous breasts hung mere inches away from his face, bouncing and jiggling as the aftershocks of their impact rippled through them.
Wisp found himself panting. The pressure in his nuts was incredible; he felt like they were about to explode. His legs were spread far apart, and even that wasn’t wide enough to give his massive ballsack room enough to spread out completely. He felt his massive, heavy nuts pushing against his muscular thighs, their liquid contents sloshing and churning in anticipation.
His cock throbbed inside of Vinyl, and the two of them moaned in unison. Every inch of his impossible, girthy length was inside of her, each part of his sensitive mammoth of a member constantly stimulated by her warm, contracting, velvety walls. Wisp grunted as he felt the slickness of Vinyl’s walls sliding across his length, easily lubricated by the lakes of precum he’d been gushing inside of her and her own dripping arousal.
Her hands tightened on his pecs and he moaned. Playfully, she flicked one of his nipples, which was standing firmly at attention. She smirked down at him, pressing him harder into the ground with the weight of her incredible breasts. He could just barely make out the outline of the bulge in her stomach—the bulge from his member—pressing between her cleavage. It was enormous, easily two feet long and thick...and that was only half. He swallowed, feeling his nuts swell up even larger from the softness of her ass grinding against them.
“You ready?” she said, grinning. He just nodded, trembling with excitement.
And then she lifted her ass up over him...and slammed it back down.
He choked, his entire body lurching with the thrum of arousal that reverberated through his towering cock. A massive glob of pre larger than his head burst inside of Vinyl’s cunt, his massive shaft bulging as its output nearly doubled. She groaned, moving one hand up to rub against the outline of his shaft at her torso.
And then she did it again.
Up and down she went, forward and backward, side to side. The direction didn’t matter—all that mattered was the steady schlick-schlick of his massive, lubricated cock in and out of her clenching pussy as she rode him like a cheap dildo. He did his best to jerk his hips forward, to fuck her as steadily as she was him—but even with his enhanced muscles and size, she was able to easily keep him down on the ground with only a single hand on his chest. He was her toy, and she had no trouble letting him know that.
Each slam of her ass down against his hips sent his whole body shaking from the impact. He almost felt like he was being crushed, smushed to death beneath that amazing, gargantuan booty. If he hadn’t been writhing in all but indescribable pleasure, he might have been terrified. And her body...she was just so heavy. So huge. And yet even she seemed to struggle with the size of his cock, wincing in a combination of pain and pleasure as she drove his immense length inside of herself again and again.
“F-fuck,” she grunted, her massive knockers bouncing on her chest as she slammed herself down over him again. “None of those fucks out there have anything on you.”
He groaned, another splurt of precum splashing off the sides of her cunt as he felt himself twitch inside of her. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean,” she snarled, “that you’re so fucking huge.” She slid her massive ass forward, crushing his abs beneath it, and then thrust herself back, filling her pussy with every inch of his mammoth member at once. She wailed in pleasure, panting as her lips spasmed and trembled as they were stretched wider than ever. “They’re good lays, but they’re fuckin’ tiny compared to you.”
Wisp just moaned. He could feel his massive shaft contracting inside of her, each pump of his length inside of her only driving his need to orgasm to greater heights. His balls felt so full, and Vinyl’s cunt was so soft, so warm, so...perfect. He needed to cum inside of her like he’d never needed to cum before. The size of his member had flooded his brain with hormones, his muscled, hulking body driven by roaring desires that he scarcely even understood. All he knew was this: He was in more pleasure than he’d ever been in in his life, and he never wanted it to stop.
On sheer impulse, the next time Vinyl’s mountainous bust came crashing down atop him on one of her downthrusts, he hugged one of them in both arms and pulled the nipple toward his mouth. He squished her fat tit between his forearms and latched on with his mouth, sucking at her breast as his cock lurched and flared inside of her. Her thrusts slowed immediately, her body moving to grind against his as he suckled even harder at her throbbing, erect nipple.
To his surprise, he felt a warm, sweet liquid rushing across his tongue. He gulped it down eagerly and found more following along behind it. More and more of Vinyl’s sweet milk cascaded down his throat, filling his belly even as he stuffed hers full of his meat. Vinyl moaned, groping herself shamelessly as she pumped his massive cock in and out of her. Wisp just drank, guzzling pint after pint of Vinyl’s thick cream as quickly as he could.
He squeezed her tit between his elbows and felt the gallons still sloshing within. Dribbles of milk began to run from the sides of his mouth, his cheeks bulging out as he found them filled with more cream than he could possibly swallow. A warmth, a rippling heat was beginning to rise in his core, spreading through every muscle in his chest and crotch. With a moan, he felt his erection beginning to grow once more, swelling in size as he suckled harder at Vinyl’s tit.
She groaned, kneading her breasts against the bulge in her stomach as it grew larger and larger. He could feel his balls filling up, the tightness and pressure inside of them building to impossible levels. His muscles bulged and thickened, his chest pushing out as his arms grew to the size of grapefruits. He could feel his body lengthening, his joints popping and muscles rippling as he passed seven feet and just kept on growing.
Vinyl was still huge, but was seeming less so with each passing second. The tightness of her cunt was overwhelming. Wisp threw his head back and gasped for air, letting sweet oxygen fill his lungs as cream dripped from his lips. His wings fluttered behind him, twitching against the floor as they stretched to a wingspan easily twice the size of what he’d had before. And above him, squeezing his sculpted torso between her thick, massive thighs, Vinyl grinned and began to ride him again.
Her weight was overbearing, but nowhere close to how stifling it’d been before. She was still in full control, yes...but he found that he could pump his hips against hers, driving his cock even further inside her abused pussy. She cried out, groping herself shamelessly as she folded her breasts around the cock bulge pressing against her middle. Her fat ass slapped against his crotch again and again, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh filling the air.
Droplets of milk sprayed out over Wisp’s face, covering his face in her warm cream. He licked it up, his mind buzzing with pure, mindless pleasure. He reveled in it: in the tightness around his massive, growing shaft; in Vinyl’s scent, so pure with sex that she may as well have been in heat; in his own masculine musk, so heavy and oppressive with arousal that he found he could scarcely think of anything else. He found himself awed with his own virility, groaning with disbelief as his nuts swelled larger with each smack of Vinyl’s ass atop him, those cum-sloshing spheres spilling over his muscular thighs as his arousal reached a towering, quivering peak.
Gasping, he felt himself bottom out inside of her a final time. His shuddering nuts froze—and then his cock was swelling, bulging with gallons of seed as they pumped more and more inside of it. It started at the bottom, a massive knot of jizz that forced its way past Vinyl’s tight pussy. Then, with a howl of pleasure, he let it all explode inside of her.
Cum erupted from his cock like a volcano, spattering against her insides in thick, gooey blogs. Gobs of spunk burst against her stomach, bloating it out with a tidal wave of spooge. His shuddering shaft lurched inside of her as the euphoria of release spread across his mind. Wisp whimpered and groaned, barely even struggling against his arousal as he came literal buckets inside of Vinyl’s dripping cunny.
With a holler, she followed suit. Her cunt spasmed, her insides clamping down hard around his shaft. He moaned, his massive cock letting loose with another volley, a cascade of jizz splattering against the sea of spunk already sloshing around in her gut. He could already see her gut bloating with his cum, turning round and taut and pushing her breasts upward as it expanded for more room. Shot after thick, gooey shot burst inside of her, his massive orgasm seeming to go on without end.
And then, groaning, she began to grow even larger. Her head loomed further above his; her tits swelled, her thighs, already thick, grew even plumper and more muscular, he could feel them squeezing around his torso as her spasming cunt milked his climax dry. His cock was erupting like a firehose, impossible volumes of spunk gushing inside of her as his orgasm. With each other spurt, he could see her belly swelling outward, then deflating, as though her body was struggling to process the incredible amount of jizz that was rushing to fill her.
She continued to grow, moaning in pleasure as her weight increased atop him. Her breasts expanded, her biceps thickening as she grew to tower above him once more. Her huge body shuddered above his, her own climax pleasurable enough for the both of them that he felt as though she were draining every last ounce of cum from his nuts, draining him dry to make herself all the huger.
And when it was finally done, she just groaned, taking a hold of her plump, sloshing gut in both hands and squeezing. With that, she stood up, still caressing her massive, cum-bloated belly as she slowly lifted herself off of Wisp’s massive member. He groaned mindlessly beneath her, drooling as aftershocks of pleasure burst in his brain. She smirked down at him, a steady stream of spunk gushing out from her stretched pussy as she drew herself up to her full, twelve-foot height.
She reached down and offered her hand; he took it, groaning as waves of pleasure crashed against his skull. It took some effort to heave his seven-foot body and five-foot cock off of the ground, but a giantess of Vinyl’s size and strength could manage it one handed. He swung to his feet, groaning and holding his head, as she drew herself back up.
Her horn scraped loudly against the ceiling. She looked up at it and glared, her lip curling. “Ah, fuck,” she said loudly. “Now I’m gonna have to go buy new clothes.”
Wisp almost burst out laughing right there. The ridiculousness of the situation was almost palpable. He was standing there, completely nude, equipped with a cock that was probably heavier than he’d been just an hour before and a seven-foot-plus body bearing the muscles of a god. He’d probably added on a foot and a half of height in the past fifteen minutes alone, and more than a hundred pounds of muscle, and still here he was, dripping with his own seed, as a twelve-foot giantess complained about clothes.
A chuckle slipped past his lips. Then another. Before he knew it, he was laughing long and hard, a deep belly laugh that shook every muscle in his and set his fat nuts smacking against his muscular thighs. His wings shook and trembled behind him, flexing with a power and span that he’d only had in dreams.
“You need clothes,” he wheezed. “As if you’re going to fit inside any reasonably sized room anymore. I need new clothes. You need a construction company”
She grinned down at him. “Couldn’t let you get bigger ‘n me, now could I?” she said, flashing teeth. “But I gotta say...I’m looking forward to getting even bigger.” She groped one of her tits, and moaned when she saw that it now draped down over her waist. “Man, I’m fuckin’ huge. And from the looks of it, we keep doin’ this, we’re both only gonna get even bigger.”
“B-bigger?”
Vinyl flashed another smile down at him. Fuck. She was huge. A normal-sized pony would have barely even come up to her waist. And he still was only eye-level with her stomach—with her sloshing, bloated cum-gut that mere minutes before had been deformed by the massive organ draped over his nuts.
“You betcha, little dude,” she said, smirking. “You ‘n me. I’ve never met a colt who grows like you do, and I gotta say, I like the idea of breaking out of this place. So what do you say? My place could always use another repeat customer—or,” she added, purring, “another attraction.”
Wisp stiffened. His dick throbbed. In that instant, he had a vision: Himself, huge and musclebound, lying casually across a couch as a horde of attractive mares and stallions mooned over him, grinding against every inch of his body as an even larger Vinyl loomed and moaned in the background.
“Um.” All vital systems in his brain seemed to be shutting down. He could already feel his nuts refilling, and wondered just how long he’d need to go between orgasms now. “Um.”
She smirked. “Consider it, okay? Gotta say, if nothing else, you’ve got a cute butt.” She darted forward and pinched it—and then winced when the floor tiles crunched beneath her massive weight. “Right. Huge now. Gotta remember that.”
She recovered easily, hugging (or trying to hug) her massive bust to her chest. “There’s a big ol’ closet stuffed with clothes back there,” she said, nodding toward a back corner of the room. “Should be able to find something that fits you in there. I’m gonna go clean myself off in the meantime. And Wisp?”
He blinked up at her.
Her smirk widened. “Come back any time.” She turned, her massive, cum-filled belly bouncing and sloshing every step of the way. And then she squeezed herself through another door—though her massive breasts slightly deformed the doorway as she slipped through, and she had to bend over until she was almost on her hands and knees. And then she was gone.
Still somewhat awestruck, Wisp moved to the closet. It took him a good fifteen minutes to find something that fit, but once he had, he strutted back out wearing a shirt that looked all but painted on, and a pair of pants equipped with a pouch that seemed to bend all the way down past his knees.
He eyed his torn, ruined, jizz-soaked clothes lying on the floor with amusement for a moment. Then, shrugging a jacket on that left every inch of his massive biceps bulging, he stepped forward, his enormous package smacking against his thighs and rippling obscenely.
As he stepped through the door back into the main room of the club, he wondered in bemusement how long it’d be before he had to duck through to fit. A thrill ran through his chest, and he wondered what Crimson would say when he saw the new “him.”
Oh, yeah. He’d definitely be coming back soon.