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.”

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