The water was warm.

Trixie couldn’t stand cold water. It made her feel wrinkly and ugly, and it took her hours to stop shivering. But warm water, like that in the pool, was balmy, peaceful, heavenly. She swam across the length of the pool—her pool, she thought with a victorious grin—making long, lazy strokes.

A body like hers was anything but aerodynamic. Equipped with a bust that would make any mare jealous, and any stallion salivate, Trixie had always been well-endowed ever since puberty had left her with a body with more curves than anypony with a libido could count. She could feel the drag of the water pulling against her cantaloupe-sized breasts, the warm currents brushing across her nipples. Her plump ass, her second-proudest feature, was buffeted by the current. She could feel it jiggling and flexing in time with her strokes, the water flowing steadily around it.

When she finally came to a stop at the end of the pool, she felt her breasts smack heavily against her chest. She flung her head out of the water and flicked her back-length hair out of her eyes with a jerk of her head (and a flicker of magic). Rivulets of water streamed down her cleavage like a river through a canyon. She inhaled deeply, greedily sucking in the air that she’d been denied underwater.

The sound of clapping reached her ears. “Bravo,” a voice called—warm, rich, masculine. “Elegant, as always.”

Trixie opened her eyes. The bright morning sun beat down on the clean-swept patio, lighting up each piece of foliage and ceramic. Leaning back on a beach chair near the edge of the pool was a tall, white-furred stallion with one leg crossed lazily over the other one. His golden-blond hair was combed into a perfect wavy stream down his back, and the sunlight glinted off his jet-black sunglasses. He wore a floral-pattern shirt, with the top three buttons left undone. The curve of an impressive chest showed through the top, stretching the fabric until both pecs were clearly defined.

Trixie smirked at him. “More than any other mare?” she asked, a lilt in her voice. She hauled herself out of the pool, water streaming down her sides.

Prince Blueblood smiled back. “Who else can compare to my princess?” he asked. He snapped his fingers. “Help my lady dry off.”

A butler bearing a towel came jogging up to Trixie’s side. Trixie held up a hand and threw him a dirty look. “Excuse me,” she said, her horn glowing. “The great and powerful Trixie does not need the assistance of a servant in drying off.”

The butler quickly stepped back. Trixie rolled her eyes inwardly, then cast a quick drying-off spell. The magic rippled over her form, leaving her body and swimsuit—a skimpy, stringlike bikini that covered only her mare bits, and did absolutely nothing to hide the vast globes of titflesh attached to her chest—completely dry. She shot the butler a smirk, and made her way over to Blueblood, her hips swaying all the while.

“You’re here early,” she said. She cast a second spell as she walked, and felt a shimmer of magic rippling down her torso. Her purple bikini changed completely, covered up by a low-cut purple shift that clung to her every curve, highlighting everything and concealing nothing. A good three inches of cleavage poked past the neckline, her breasts squishing together as the tight fabric pressed them together. Trixie’s lip quirked upward. She knew Blueblood liked his mares dressed...tightly.

She bent down for a kiss, and he returned it. It was a light peck, really, but from the way his tongue wormed its way into hers, he was certainly hungry for more. “But of course,” Blueblood said. He stood up, drawing himself up to his impressive six-foot-two height. He smiled down at her, his biceps bulging against the confines of his sleeves as he did. He took a deep breath of the morning garden air and Trixie smiled back, watching as his shirt inflated impressively across his thick, chiseled chest. “Any night without you is far too long to wait.”

She leaned a little closer. She came up only to his shoulders, but could tell from the look in his eyes that he was deeply focused on her—or, at least, on her chest. She pushed her torso forward, not overtly, but enough to make it clear just how much her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress. Blueblood’s eyebrows went up, and he eyed her bust hungrily. “Really?” Trixie murmured, placing a hand on his chest and letting her bra-less nipples brush against his shirt. “Because I seem to remember a very handsome stallion spending the evening just hours ago.”

The next kiss was hungrier. Blueblood pulled her close to him, pressing her so tight that her plump breasts were squished against his tight, rounded pecs. His hand groped her ass shamelessly, feeling every soft, plush curve as his fingers sank into her flanks. She returned in kind, cupping the bulge his stallionhood made in his pants as she sensually grinded her thigh against his. As their tongues dueled, his lips suckling on hers, she could feel his member growing stiffer, longer, thicker.

When they pulled away, Blueblood’s pupils were dilated. He regained control after a moment, though, and simply nodded toward a table behind him. “My lady,” he said, executing a shallow bow. “Will you dine with me this morning?”

“Of course,” Trixie said, smirking. Blueblood smirked back, then clapped his hands and hollered for his staff. A horde of a half-dozen chefs and servants came rushing out from the kitchen, whirling through the tall glass doors and onto the patio bearing platters groaning with food and drink.

Blueblood may have fancied himself a romantic, but Trixie knew better than to expect him to seat her. She did so herself, plopping herself down in her chair, and feeling smug when she felt the sides of her fat ass squishing against the arms. Blueblood knew what he liked, and Trixie knew that she hit every checkbox on his list.

It was difficult to keep herself from drooling as breakfast was brought out, but she managed to keep herself under control. It wouldn’t do to appear slovenly before the stallion who was—quite literally—her meal ticket. After the loss of her wagon and show, Trixie had been reduced to performing “magic tricks” in bars and hovels. It’d been all but a miracle when Blueblood had appeared one night to see her show, and doubly so when he’d requested some “private time” with her afterwards.

Trixie knew what she was, no matter how warm and sultry the glint in Blueblood’s eye seemed to be. But she hardly cared. She had housing and clothing and jewelry fit for a queen. She was waited on hand and hoof, and pampered more than she ever had even dreamed in her life. And all it took was Blueblood’s happiness.

Ah, Blueblood. She caught his eye and raised a glass of orange juice—freshly squeezed, no doubt. Her “coltfriend” took only the finest of nourishment, a habit which Trixie only appreciated. He really was a catch of a stallion, she had to admit. Thoroughly self-obsessed, of course, but the bulging muscles, rugged figure, and obscene bulge at his crotch more than made up for it. Not to mention his boatloads of money.

He’d confided in her once, heavily drunk, that his figure was the result of heavy applications of magic. She’d had a nightmare that night of Blueblood in all his former glory: fat, slovenly, and thoroughly unsexy. She’d awoken the next morning cuddled up to an absolute hunk of a stallion, with a cock the length and thickness of her forearm draped across her thigh, and a pair of glasses filled with champagne worth more than a commoner family could make in a year waiting for her on her night-table.

If that was what Blueblood’s money could buy, then she had no compunctions with being his mistress. And besides, she thought to herself, curling a hand around his thick, muscled leg and squeezing. She rather liked the idea of being a Princess someday.

“You look ravishing, my lady,” Blueblood rumbled. He waited for his butler to finish cutting his omelette and then took a bit, daintily lifting each piece in turn to his mouth and chewing as though it were an art form.

Trixie did the same. The smells were succulent, the taste divine. “I do try to keep my Prince’s eyes happy,” she purred. She leaned forward, just enough so that the edge of her breasts caught the table, pulling her neckline down by a half-inch. Blueblood ogled her cleavage obviously, a silly little grin spreading across his face. “Maybe after breakfast I can make...other parts of him happy?”

It wasn’t entirely an altruistic request. It’d been a full fourteen hours since Trixie had been fucked, and she sorely wanted the attention. She shot Blueblood another smirk and moved her hand to the bulge in his pants, which she gave a gentle squeeze.

Blueblood choked on the sip of orange juice he’d been taking. “I wish,” he said, letting his butler wipe his mouth. He leered at her cleavage, without making any effort to hide his lust. Trixie could feel his stallionhood stirring and hardening against her palm, growing stiffer as it inched down his pant leg toward his knee.

He pushed her hand away and coughed. “But I’m afraid I’m indisposed this morning,” he said. “A very important meeting with Auntie and the rest of the monarchy regarding matters of state.”

“Oh, really?” Trixie asked. “What about?”

“Oh, a few matters of trade,” Blueblood said. He sounded rather smug. “Luna originally had no plans to invite me, but once I heard that the Canterlot opera budget would be addressed, I...persuaded Aunt Celly to open the meeting. After all,” he said, his impressive chest puffing out, “the Blueblood line has always been responsible for the arts in Canterlot. How could she not?”

Trixie smiled at him, her eyes half-lidded. “Just Luna and Celestia?”

“Oh, and two others, I think.” Blueblood squinted, thinking. “Those two other alicorns—Cadance, I think. And the purple one.”

“Twilight Sparkle?”

“Yes. Her.”

Trixie’s lip curled. She let her hand drift back to Blueblood’s crotch once more, and began to stroke it sensually. She smiled inwardly when she heard him grunt, feeling a damp, sticky wetness blossoming against her palm. “You’ll take me,” she purred, feeling his bicep and failing to reach even halfway around. “Won’t you?”

Blueblood nearly shook his head. Trixie caught his chin, though, and turned it toward her. She fluttered her eyelashes, and thrust her chest even further forward, so that nearly the top half of her plump, perky bust was visible.

Blueblood’s gaze was very firmly directed at her cleavage when he nodded and choked out, “Yes, of course.”

“Excellent.” Trixie smiled, pulled her hand away, and gave him a wink. Then she returned to her breakfast.

Oh, this morning was going to be fun.

In all honesty, Blueblood didn’t care one whit about the Canterlot opera budget.

Oh, he’d always made sure to whinny and whine about that and a few other pet projects. It was important, he knew, for one to compile a portfolio of sorts for other nobles to appreciate. But really, he wasn’t attending this meeting to discuss discretionary funding.

No; he was here because of the four big, busty alicorns sitting around the table who were discussing it. Blueblood smiled to himself as his gaze slid around the room, catching more than an eyeful of each mare in turn.

“—increase the welfare budget,” Luna was saying. “Especially for—”

Ick. Finance. Blueblood tuned her words out instantly, and mentally snorted at the worries of ponies who had to worry about money. So much nicer, he thought, eyeing Luna’s chest with lust, to share the company of such bountiful—beautiful mares.

He’d never, in all his adult life, found a mistress quite as well-endowed as his Trixie. The size of her tits wrapped around his member...the plush of her thick, bottom-heavy ass… Why, he could feel his crotch stirring to life just at the thought of it. Ever since he’d paid for the therapy that had left his biceps bulging, his frame towering, and his package fat and long, he’d found himself equipped with a libido that few mares could satisfy.

And yet the four alicorns sitting around the table put her to shame. Blueblood leered at his Aunt Luna’s breasts, softly rubbing his cock through his pants as it squished up against the edge of the table. She wasn’t even leaning forward—her breasts were simply big enough to fill every inch of the intervening space. Each one of them was larger than his entire head, and her nipples poked up obviously through the fabric of her dress. Blueblood wondered for a moment if anyone had bothered to tell her what a “bra” was, and then immediately decided that he preferred her without one.

Across the table from her was the newest of the lot—Twishine Speckle, or something, Blueblood thought. The way her rump filled her chair up was simply delicious, and the sight of her shifting uncomfortably as she felt her ass squish up against the arms of her seat just sent his libido roaring in approval. It didn’t hurt at all that the chair was quite clearly too small for her—alicornhood tended to come with a growth spurt that left its owner high and mighty over the commoners. Even with Blueblood coming to a respectable six-foot-four, this new princess loomed over him, the tops of her ears brushing against seven feet.

Beside her was the second-newest. Blueblood sneered as he imagined what the title “Princess of Love” might entail. She may have been a married mare, but he couldn’t help but wonder what those vast, plump tits might feel wrapped around his erection—or how those pretty pink cheeks might look puffed out around the fat flare of his member. She wore a shorter shirt than the others, opting to bare her midriff to the table. Not very royal, admittedly...but Blueblood couldn’t help but wonder with a flare of arousal how her belly would look pumped full and round of his princely cum.

And then came Celestia. Oh, goddess, Celestia, where was he to begin? He’d had an eye for her ever since his fourteen-year-old self had discovered what an “orgasm” was. Those breasts—so huge and soft that he could wrap both arms around them and only hug one. That ass—jutting out behind her by a good foot, and bouncing and jiggling obscenely wherever she walked. And she was enormous. An alicorn’s size grew with her age and power, and Celestia barely fit inside normal doorways anymore. She and Luna required specially made chairs to seat their royal rumps. Blueblood had tried sitting in one of those once, and had abruptly felt like a child. That wasn’t unexpected, really, seeing as even his head barely reached Luna’s nipples, let alone Celestia’s.

And those muscles, thick and corded and rippling with power. Blueblood licked his lips, feeling his engorged erection creep down toward his knee, tenting and bending the fabric around it. He could feel them in his imagination, her big hands curled around his back as he pushed her down to the bed and rutted her like the huge, fertile broodmare she was—

“—you think, Blueblood?”

Blueblood stumbled. Someone was addressing him? He whirled for a moment, then caught the pink alicorn looking at him expectantly.

“Ah. Yes, of course,” he floundered, tearing his eyes away from her oh-so delicious cleavage. A neckline six inches too low for any kind of modesty, and with a pair of fat nipples pressing delicately against her shirt. Oh, how he longed to give her exactly what she was asking for.

Cadance eyed him for a moment, then snorted. She shared a smile with Celestia, who managed to look ineffably innocent in response. Blueblood frowned for a moment, wondering if he’d missed something.

Ah, well. No matter. If they left him alone, perhaps he could return to his normal—

A sudden pressure on his crotch made him draw his breath in with a gasp. That drew his aunts’ attention—a fact which Blueblood tried to ignore, even as he ogled the way Celestia’s massive breasts bounced with the quick motion of her head—but he offered a tight, wan smile in response. In his lap, he could feel Trixie’s fingers, deft and slender, stroking across the obscene bulge in his pants.

He glanced to his left to see her. She smirked up at him, and tightened her grip on his member. He grunted softly, feeling his member stir to hardness as she rubbed him off through the smooth fabric of his slacks. Already, he could feel a warm stickiness blossoming against his over-stretched underwear.

No, he needed to tell her—but how could he, right in the front of his aunts? He tried to catch her eye, but she only grinned back. There was something in her expression that gave him pause—a hot sort of glare that left him both intimidated and more than slightly aroused. Biting his lip, he shared a trembling nod with her and turned back to face the rest of the room.

Oh, how he hoped that none of them could see it. Of course, fantasies abounded in the back of his mind—they would see it, they would join in, they would praise the magnificent size of his member—but realism shoved them back down. Blueblood swallowed as he felt his plump balls swelling, filling further with his cream as Trixie’s strokes became longer, more teasing. His eyes darted around the room, catching eyefuls of each of the alicorns as he dared.

Cadance’s tits would feel heavenly wrapped around his shaft. Trixie’s grip tightened around his shaft, and Blueblood swallowed. He could feel her magic caressing his ballsack, her warm, subtle touch massaging his cum-stuffed orbs as they swelled with size and arousal. He eyed Luna’s plump, prime ass, that massive piece of mare that would look perfect as a pillow for his package. Oh, how he would love to have that titaness of a mare beneath him on a bed, his spunk-filled nuts resting on her thick, chubby thighs as he hotdogged his length between her soft, kneadable ass.

He caught Twilight staring at him. Pushing away a shiver of trepidation, Blueblood met her gaze and sneered back, his lip curling in the aristocratic manner he’d been practicing since he was ten. Shifting awkwardly, she glanced away.

Oh, yes, he thought silently. You don’t meet my eye now—and you wouldn’t dare even with your lovely tits wrapped around my cock. He imagined her deepthroating his shaft, his flare bumping against the back of her throat, her tight lips suckling on his flare as he came pint after pint of thick, creamy seed down her throat. Or perhaps into her cunt instead, filling her up with as many foals as she could possibly carry. Surely an alicorn must be extra-fertile...

Trixie’s thumb and forefinger curled against the bulge of his medial ring just so, and Blueblood choked.

His member contracted and lurched, spasming against his leg as he came. Thick shots of gooey spunk splattered loudly against the inside of his slacks, fat globs of his seed staining the fabric before oozing down his well-defined quads. His cock, trapped against his thick, bulging thigh by the tightness of his pant leg, continued to throb, erupting with more and more jizz until the bottom of his slacks were drenched, and a puddle of his cum was beginning to spread beneath his chair.

Blueblood swallowed as all eyes instantly turned to him. He tried to force a grin onto his face as his horn sparked to life. He hoped none of them would notice him trying to cast a clean-up spell that he hardly remembered from his private tutoring years before.

Celestia’s eyes were especially discerning. Blueblood felt himself trembling.

He coughed. “Shall we break for lunch?”

“Enjoying yourself, dear?”

Blueblood grunted as he felt Trixie’s arms curl around his waist. They lingered over his crotch for a moment, feeling the bulge sitting there. He felt a momentary pang of gratefulness toward Trixie for cleaning up his “mess,” but as with before, rationalized it as her simply “doing her duty” as his mare.

He felt her nuzzling against his shoulder, and turned. He caught her lips in a kiss, and she took it with gusto. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest and squeezed her against his muscled torso; her tongue lashed against his, her toes curling in delight as she suckled fiercely on his lips.

When he came away, Trixie was smiling at him. Blueblood smiled too, and replied loftily, “Always, when I can share your presence.” He gave one of her fat tits a squeeze, and winked.

Trixie’s smile flickered. “Oh, my presence, is it?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear?”

“Tell me, Blueblood.” Trixie’s hand curled around his ass and groped it shamelessly. A few onlookers blushed and sidled away. Blueblood blushed too, but he’d always been proud of his ass. Even when he’d gone in for his magical enhancements, he’d chosen to keep the wide, plump rump he’d gained from years of snacking and sweets. The mares he was with always seemed to enjoy it, and he quite enjoyed the way it filled out any pair of pants, especially now that the rest of him was muscled enough to do the same to any shirt or vest.

Trixie hummed thoughtfully as she kneaded his plump asscheek through his slacks. “Am I your Princess, like you called me in bed last night?”

As she continued to grope his rear, her other hand slid gently up his chest until it met a lock of his golden hair. Her fingers twirled around it, tugging gently on his scalp. Blueblood’s smile twitched.

“Of course, dear,” he said. He took a moment to truly appreciate the difference in their sizes—with nearly ten inches between them, looking down to meet Trixie’s eyes gave him a wonderful view of her bountiful cleavage. “You have the body and demeanor of royalty itself.”

Smirking, he bounced one of her boobs in his palm. It more than filled it, and had such a delightfully warm squish. But Trixie looked neither amused nor aroused.

She released his ass and hair, and moved her hand over one of his nipples. “Do I?” she said, raising an eyebrow. She shifted her weight forward, her nipples brushing against the top of his abs. “Compared to true royalty like the Princesses, I must seem as plain as a common filly.”

Blueblood’s libido leapt at the memory of his aunts’ tits, of their enormous, plump bodies and asses. Even he, though, had enough common sense to cough and reply, “No! I mean, not really.”

“Oh?” Trixie wiggled her rump a bit, sending her butt bouncing beneath her tight-cut dress. From his vantage point, Blueblood could easily see the way the material clung to her plump, rounded curves—although, some part of his stallionhood reminded him, they weren’t nearly as curvy as Celestia’s, or even Cadance’s.

Trixie echoed his sentiments. “I could see the way you were looking at them in the meeting. Don’t deny it, Blueblood dear,” she said, holding a finger up to his lips before he could respond. “They have very lovely bodies, and I would never stop my Bluey from satisfying his needs.”

She stepped back and clasped her hands behind her back. Blueblood was suddenly very aware of the absence of the pressure of her tits against his chest...and of the way the subtle arc of her back pushed her cantaloupe-sized breasts forward, her nipples straining against her dress.

“Still,” Trixie said. Her foot traced an uncertain circle against the carpet. “Compared to such creatures as those—I wonder if even I can satisfy such needs.” She reached up to cup both her breasts and frowned at them, even as they overflowed her slender fingers easily. She scowled. “Compared to that hussy of an alicorn, Twilight Sparkle...what do I have, really? A pair of tangerines compared to her melons. Ones that you seem much more interested in” She bounced her tits lightly for emphasis.

Blueblood wasn’t quite sharp enough to know how to respond, but he was aware enough to know that he was walking a very fine line. “You—you’re wonderful, Princess,” he said, trying to force a grin. Alicorn or no, Trixie was by far the most well-endowed mare to ever share his bed. He loved dearly to ogle every alicorn he could, and yet even he knew that they were beyond his reach. He’d had too many fillies leave his penthouse after feeling as though he wasn’t paying enough attention to them. Shallow whores, the lot of them, but Trixie was...more.

Quite a bit more, in fact, he thought. The way her hips and ass jutted out was delicious.

He smacked himself back to reality when he heard Trixie reply. “Princess,” she murmured, shuddering happily. “I do love that name. But I do feel as though perhaps I could be moreso.”

“How?” Blueblood leapt for the opportunity to get things back on track.

“You did mention once to me,” Trixie said thoughtfully, “that you’d received a magical operation of sorts. An assembly of enhancement spells.” She tapped her chin with a finger. “Perhaps there may be one available for mares?”

Before he could reply, she was already shaking her head. “No,” she sighed, pouting. “Surely it’s too much expense—”

“Not at all!” Blueblood stumbled over the words. Already, his mind was whirring, thoughts of a bustier, curvier Trixie filling his mind. “Money? Pah! Not a single bit is too much expense for my Princess.”

With a happy squeal, Trixie threw herself against him. Blueblood grunted from the impact, though felt his stallionhood tingling with pleasure as Trixie’s thigh thighs rubbed against it.

He grabbed Trixie’s ass and squeezed; she slid a hand between them and began to stroke his bulge shamelessly. He tilted her chin upward, and they met in a kiss. This time, Trixie was fierce, locking her lips with his and lashing his tongue with her own. He came away breathing hard, sweating slightly as her fat tits squished against his torso.

“I’ll have my accountants take care of the expense,” he said breathlessly. A thought occurred to him, and he smiled with glee. “In fact, we’ll both go in! I could use a bit of a pick-me-up myself.” He flexed one thick bicep, and beamed when he imagined it tearing through his sleeve like tissue paper.

Trixie nuzzled his pec, groaning lustfully. “Perfect,” she said. “More of my big, hunky beefcake.” She gave his plump ass another squeeze, and Blueblood moaned in return.

“I promise you,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of Trixie’s head. “There won’t be a stallion in Canterlot able to turn you down after this.”

He planted a kiss on her forehead and pulled his head back. She smiled up at him, eyes wide and glimmering.

“Oh, I know,” she said. “But there’s only one stallion in Canterlot whose opinion matters to me.” Her pointer finger trailed between the cleavage of his pecs, and her eyes met his. “Should I ask him if he’ll approve.”

Blueblood chuckled. “No need,” he said, and kissed her again.

Trixie chuckled as well. “You know,” she said. She gripped her breasts and squeezed, letting oodles of titflesh ooze through her fingers. She smirked seductively up at Blueblood. “It’s still brunch. Perhaps you’d be interested in tasting these tangerines after all.”

Blueblood couldn’t say “yes” fast enough.

Doctor Busty Heart whistled. “Lookin’ good, Prince Blueblood. Lookin’ real good.”

He struck another pose in the mirror, admiring his improved figure. “Of course,” he said haughtily, flexing his bicep. “Could any other pony be more stallion than me?”

An absolute hunk of a stallion grinned back at him from his reflection. The spells Dr. Heart had applied to him had worked wonders for his physique. The first thing anypony would notice was his chest: his pecs now bulged into two massive slabs of meat, rounded and powerful with striated muscle. His nipples, fully erect from the view of his reflection, quivered in the cool air of the operation room.

Just one of his biceps was a full twenty-four inches around—nearly twice the size of what he’d had before. Blueblood could have laughed. It may have cost him several million bits, but none but the most frequent powerlifters could match him in size and strength now, and he’d gotten all of this without even a single visit to a gym. Marvelous, really.

He bounced his pecs a few more times, his grin widening as they flexed a little bit larger from the exertion. Then his gaze fell down to his legs—or, more accurately, to what dangled between them.

Twelve inches of prime stallion meat—soft—slapped quietly against his leg. It overlaid a pair of nuts so large as to rival Trixie’s breasts in size; as his weighty cock pressed them against his massive, sculpted thighs, he swore he could feel them churning and swelling with fresh seed. Blueblood grunted, one hand curling around his enormous member as it stiffened at the sight of him.

“You really do look delicious, hun’,” Dr. Heart purred. She leaned against him and smirked at his reflection. “I do good work.”

Blueblood grunted as she stroked the inside of his naked thigh gently. Her thumb trailed across the contour of his swollen balls, and he felt them filling up even further with cum at her touch.

Her horn flickered with magic, and she licked her lips as she nuzzled his massive, bulging bicep. “Now,” she murmured, “about the matter of my...additional payment.”

“Yes, yes,” Blueblood grunted. He had no eyes for her; his gaze was reserved only for himself, and his godlike physique. He groaned as he felt his fully hard shaft, a full nineteen inches long, slap up between his thick pecs as he continued to jerk himself off. “You’ll get it in due time.”

“Sure, sweetie.” The doctor gave one of his hefty nuts a squeeze. Blueblood gasped, a twitch of his shaft sending precum drooling down his length. He’d never seen so much pre, even after his first operation. “So long as you remember who cooks your bacon.”

Her other hand wormed its way between his asscheeks and gave them a squeeze. Blueblood inhaled sharply when he felt her finger brush against his ass—and then he was whinnying, his hips jerking wildly as he came. Volleys of spunk, each one thrice the volume of any he’d ever cum before, erupted from his thick flare. They spattered against the mirror, covering his godlike reflection in oozing, creamy jizz.

Blueblood panted as the aftershocks of his orgasm ran through him, his body twitching as he continued to ogle his bulging muscles. He glanced down at his throbbing member and found, to his surprise, that he was still hard! His hand went to his shaft again—and was stopped short in Dr. Heart’s surprisingly firm grasp.

“Nuh-uh, big boy,” she said. “I’m not gonna make the poor janitor clean up any more of your load than he has to. No matter how delicious it might be.” She winked, then spun away.

Blueblood snorted, but released his shaft all the same. As he got dressed, he silently thanked his butler for having the foresight to bring a larger set of clothes to change into. Even these were tight, and he had no doubt he would have shredded right through his old ones. The thought did arouse him a bit, and he made a note to preserve his old wardrobe just long enough to burst out of it in front of Trixie. That should show her just how much more of a giant he’d become.

He exited the room with a spring in his step. Why, his shoulders actually seemed somewhat closer to brushing up against the sides of the door frame! And the ceiling seemed marginally closer—at his estimate, he’d put on another inch in height, bringing him up to an even six-and-a-half feet. Marvelous. More and more, he was coming to realize that this had been absolutely the correct decision.

He swaggered out into the waiting room, all too ready to bask in the adoring glows of the staff at his new, enhanced physique. Perhaps he would even strike a pose, flexing his bigger muscles hard enough to tear a sleeve, or pop a button.

And then he saw Trixie.

She was leaning casually against the far wall, just beside the front desk. Both of her arms were crossed over her chest, and a few strands of her long, luscious mane covered one of her eyes.

But Blueblood wasn’t looking at her eyes.

Trixie’s bust had been large before, but now it was absolutely enormous. Her breasts now resembled nothing more than a pair of small watermelons attached to her chest, their round, perfect curves begging for a proper stallion’s hands to caress and squeeze. She, notably, had not had a change of clothes, and it showed. Her dress had already been tight that morning, and absolutely failed to hold even half of her magnificent tits now.

She caught his eye and smiled. Blueblood froze, his jaw dropping. Lazily, Trixie began to swanker across the room, her wide hips swaying with every step. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she went, two massive balloons straining mightily against her creaking, ripping bodice. The underside of her bust easily reached her belly button, and the sight of her overstuffed dress shifting across her bountiful curves was almost intoxicating. Smooth, shimmering fabric stroked and caressed her perfect hourglass figure, hugging tight to her model’s waist even as it clung to every perfect inch of her fat, bouncing ass.

Her ass—oh, but what an ass it was. If she’d had a well-rounded rear previously, her rump was now borderline obscene. It jutted out behind her when she walked, her larger cheeks bouncing and smacking against the backs of her thighs with every step. A smaller mare may have felt scandalized, but Trixie reveled in it. She swayed as she walked, a fluid, sexual motion that made her huge butt tremble and bounce in an alluring, almost hypnotic fashion.

She had not, however, added even a single inch of height to her otherwise bountiful form. So she felt almost tiny to Blueblood’s eye as she curled up against him and pressed her much larger boobs against his cheese-grater pecs.

“Now this,” Trixie purred, sliding her hands across his bulging, sculpted pecs, “is a stallion.”

Something about her tone sent gleeful shivers down Blueblood’s spine. The underside of Trixie’s breasts pressed heavily against his hip, and he felt his package stirring with a growing lust. This was the kind of mare that he, Prince Blueblood, deserved. And the new Trixie was absolutely nothing less than that.

“And this,” he murmured back, “is a mare.”

He grabbed her ass, seizing a generous amount of flesh as he whirled her to the side. Trixie squealed with delight as he leaned her back, holding her entire weight easily in one hand as her enormous breasts bounced and jiggled. He continued to grope her fat rump even as he leaned down and kissed her—first on the lips, and then in the center of her ten inches of obscenely exposed cleavage. Trixie giggled as he pushed his muzzle just between them and rocked it back and forth rapidly, vibrating his lips against her exposed titflesh as they rippled and smacked against his cheeks.

“I thought my Prince already had enough motorboats,” she said, smirking as he pulled away.

“Never, my lady.” Blueblood winked. He was groping himself shamelessly, one big hand rubbing and squeezing at the massive bulge in his pants. He cared little that the medical staff could see him—it gave him an exhibitionist sort of glee to expose just how massive he was compared to all of those pathetic, common little shrimps. Only a royal such as himself could pleasure himself before them with such impunity—and especially when he had a reason as good as Trixie to do so. Two such reasons, he corrected himself, ogling her bust with a lascivious lick of his lips.

He groaned with relief when he felt her soft, slender hand press against his bulging package. “My Prince looks excited,” Trixie said.

Blueblood grunted. His massive shaft was already beginning to tent his pants once more. It’d already gotten hard enough to push its way down past his knee, and a steady dribble of pre was beginning to drool from his tip. Oh, goddess, but his balls felt full. “You have no idea,” he groaned.

Trixie gave one of his fat nuts a squeeze through his slacks. Blueblood moaned softly, his hips jerking as his cock splattered his shoes with pre. His stallionhood was now so big, so obscenely huge, that his pants didn’t conceal so much as outline his package, the tight fabric pushing it even further forward as it hugged the curves of his swollen, cum-stuffed nuts.

Trixie tilted her head upward in a familiar gesture. Blueblood kissed her, and felt a roaring titan of lust stir in his gut.

Trixie nuzzled against his cheek, almost seeming to purr. “Shall we take our new endowments for a test drive?”

Blueblood groaned, grinding his engorged shaft tighter against Trixie’s plump thighs. “Oh, yes.”

Somehow, Blueblood managed to maintain enough self-control to keep from rutting Trixie before or during the ride home. There was, however, plenty of petting and groping, with Blueblood’s fingers finding their way around Trixie’s nipples as she stroked his mighty package, smirking all the while. As they made their way inside Trixie’s apartments, Blueblood savored the eye of everyone they passed. He sneered down at each inadequate stallion, subtly flexing his muscles and cock through his tight, form-fitting clothing. His hand never left Trixie’s waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft, plump flesh of her hips and ass.

Of course, once the door was closed behind them, all bets were off. Blueblood wasted absolutely no time in pulling Trixie into a kiss; she returned the favor, grabbing wildly for his rump as he pressed their bodies close together. She moaned into the kiss, their tongues dueling as she grinded her huge tits sensually against his abs.

His hands slipped beneath her shirt as if it were the most natural thing in the world; her fingers fumbled with the button of his slacks, eager to free the massive beast held within. They shed their clothes in what seemed like seconds, flinging those small, useless rags away to let the full glory of their massive bodies free.

Blueblood groaned as Trixie’s slender fingers explored every inch of his enormous, sculpted muscles that they could reach. He groped and squeezed her equally gigantic ass, nearly giggling with glee at the sheer size of her fat flanks. An alicorn she may not be, but any filly whose ass was too large to fit even his big hands around was surely a mare worth his time. And the warmth of Trixie’s lips against his just made him believe all the more that she was the perfect mare for him.

He could feel his enormous biceps flexing and bulging with power as he held her tight, squishing her breasts between his fingers. Trixie moaned as he let his mammoth member spring free, its eighteen-inch glory inching up between his pecs as it throbbed and drooled precum in anticipation.

Her palm curled around his shaft, pitifully small compared to its massive girth. “Hey there, big boy,” Trixie purred, nuzzling Blueblood’s thick chest. “I think someone’s happy to see me.”

“Absolutely,” Blueblood said. He cupped one of Trixie’s breasts like a balloon and gave it a light squeeze, his thumb brushing across the nipple. His enormous member throbbed between them, matting their fur with its steady drip of pre. “You look amazing.”

“You feel amazing.” Trixie wrapped both hands around his plump rear—the one soft part of him left, aside from his massive, musky ballsack—and pressed her muzzle between his pecs. She took a long, slow breath, tasting his masculine scent. “Mmff. Now here’s a hunk worth fucking.”

“As if I wasn’t before?” Blueblood said, only slightly teasing. He gave Trixie a smack on the ass, his big hand sending her huge rear jiggling as her fat asscheeks smacked together. “I would think that a stallion of my stature would be always worth your efforts.” Trixie yelped, then smirked back up at him.

“Of course,” she said. “But I like my colts with quite a bit...extra.” She gave his big, round pecs a squeeze and got up on tiptoes for another kiss. Once Blueblood’s lips had released hers, she pulled her fingers slowly down his chest, fingers splayed wide, until they were just over his groin, inches above his inches-thick member.

“And you,” she said huskily, wrapping both hands around his shaft. Blueblood felt a thrill when he saw that both her hands weren’t even big enough to cover the surface completely. “Have quite a lot of extra.”

She breathed on the underside of his shaft, her hot, moist breath leaving his hard pillar quivering. Then, crouching slightly, she took both tits in her hands and pressed them together around his erection. Blueblood nearly choked when he felt their soft, velvety tightness wrapped around his pulsing girth. His member throbbed hugely, and a glob of precum the size of a golfball splattered across Trixie’s muzzle.

“That’s right,” she purred. She licked most of the pre off her cheek, and shivered at the warm, salty taste. “My hunk of a Prince needs to get off, doesn’t he?” She squeezed her huge tits even closer together and began to pull them up and down his length. Enough precum had seeped down the sides by now that it was very well-lubricated, and her pillowy breasts slid across his engorged member easily.

Blueblood groaned. One hand went down to Trixie’s back, pulling her even closer to his crotch. The other went to one of his big, round pecs, and began to tug and play with his tall, erect nipple. “L-looks like I made a good i-investment.”

Trixie licked across his flare, slowly and sensually. She came away with a fat glob of pre sitting on her tongue, and swallowed it with a gulping moan. Blueblood groaned as her breasts slid across his medial ring, then down toward his base. Trixie’s massive breasts pushed down on his nutsack, his twin cum-orbs throbbing against the two plush, weighty pillows atop them.

“Oh, very much so,” Trixie murmured. She grinned up at him, and began to shake her ass from side to side. Her glorious booty bounced and swayed, her six-inch Cutie Marks rippling with waves of motion. Blueblood found himself entranced, moaning from both the show and the stimulation around his crotch.

Trixie’s “strokes” began to speed up. Soon, Blueblood found his hips jerking, forcing his member up between Trixie’s pre-slick breasts as she wrapped them even more tightly around his girth. His shaft throbbed and lurched, the pressure rising in his tightening nuts by the second. Trixie breathed hotly on his drooling flare, her tits pushing up and down his length again and again and again—

With a gasp of total pleasure, Blueblood felt his hips lurch and jerk forward. His cock contracted, then throbbed mightily, spraying Trixie’s bust and face with his hot, thick load. Fat ropes of jizz, each one more than enough to shame a normal stallion’s entire orgasm, stained Trixie’s fur dark, creamy gobs of his spunk oozing down her naked breasts and cheeks. Every twitch and flare of his shaft sent Trixie’s tits jiggling and bouncing around his girth, their constant motion only intensifying the pleasure of his orgasm as he covered her in his batter.

“Did my Prince enjoy—oof!” Trixie gasped as she felt Blueblood grab her by the ass and rudely heave her onto her bed, belly first. She landed with an undignified thump, every curve of her newly endowed body quivering and smacking together. A second later, Blueblood’s massive cock was weighing down on her huge, fat asscheeks. Even at nearly five inches in girth, his enormous tool was still “small” enough to find itself drowning in Trixie’s massive booty.

Blueblood’s biceps bulged, flexing with power as he held her down to the bed as easily as he would a child. Trixie squirmed as he flipped her over—then went rod-rigid as she felt Blueblood ram himself inside of her. He’d barely taken more than a second to line himself up with her entrance before forcing his way inside, his oversized stallionhood bulldozing its way into a marehood that had only ever taken an endowment of two-thirds its size before.

Blueblood scarcely knew what he was doing. All he knew was that even after orgasming, his balls felt hugely, impossibly full, and that he needed to empty them as many times as it took to feel truly satisfied. And Trixie felt so soft, so warm, so wet and welcoming that he wouldn’t mind spilling his load inside of her a half-dozen times, if not ten times as many.

His big hands squeezed Trixie’s tits, one in either palm. He pressed himself down over here, until his pecs were pressing against the backs of his palms and his muzzle was inches from her face.

“You got nice and plump for me,” he sneered, squishing her breasts together. “Maybe I should call you Titsie, hm?”

Trixie let out a gurgling moan as his rock-hard member bottomed out inside of her again. Blueblood’s heavy balls slapped against her rump, leaving her huge Cutie Marks jiggling from the impact.

“Fuck me!” Trixie demanded, her cheeks turning red with arousal. She glared at him, and bared her teeth. “If you’re so big, Prince Blueballs, then fill me up properly!”

Blueblood snarled. He pulled his engorged member out of her until his thick medial ring was prodding against her tight pussy lips once more. Then, baring his teeth in a bestial grin, he plunged his way back inside of her, filling up every corner of her warm, wet depths with his flaring shaft.

“Fill you up?” he panted, thrusting inside of her again and again. He seized her by the legs and squeezed her thick thighs as he pulled them around his waist. Trixie yelped as he speared her on his cock, her huge breasts smacking together with every thrust, two massive globules of flesh whose rippling and bouncing were near hypnotizing. Blueblood ogled them gleefully, his cock growing all the harder when he realized that those two enormous tits belonged to him.

“Is that what you want?” he growled. “To be my little cum-slut? For me to pump you so full of seed until you can barely walk?”

“Shut up and fuck me!” Trixie snarled. She started thrusting back, pounding his crotch with her fat asscheeks. Blueblood moaned as the fat of Trixie’s rump wrapped around his base, even as his flare twitched and lurched inside of her tight, hot cunny.

His balls slapped against her rear as he drove himself inside of her once more. His nuts sloshed and churned, swelling past the size of oranges as they filled up with more and more of his virile, princely seed. “That’s right,” he grunted, pressing his muzzle against hers as she glared defiantly up at him. Her tits smacked against his chin, and he savored her moan of pleasure when he felt his flare scraping against her walls. “You’re my cute little whore, Titsie, and there won’t be a stallion who can fill you up better than royalty like me.”

“And you won’t ever find a mare with bigger curves than me,” Trixie said back, sweat streaming down her face. “And if you don’t fill me with enough spunk to make my ass twice the size, I’m leaving you forever, pretty boy.” She darted up and planted a kiss on his mouth; he took it with gusto, latching onto her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth as he rutted her like a two-bit mare. Trixie took it eagerly, and pushed back, their tongues wrapping together as his hefty balls slapped against her ass over and over again.

Blueblood grunted loudly as he came. His shaft flared inside of Trixie’s cunt as he bottomed out inside of her for a final time. Volleys of his spunk, each one larger and thicker than the last, splattered against her warm, velvety insides. Trixie moaned into the kiss as her marehood spasmed, her walls clenching as she came alongside him. Her back arched in pleasure, pressing her tits tighter against his chest until her bust was squished out across his bouncing, flexing pecs. Blueblood just kept groaning, bucking his hips as he unleashed load after load of his hot, thick cum, a torrent of spunk roaring into Trixie’s cunny as he came what felt like literal buckets.

By the time he’d finished, Trixie’s belly had noticeably rounded out from the near-gallon of spunk he’d released inside of her. Blueblood collapsed onto the bed beside her, the mattress shaking and sinking beneath his enormous, muscled weight. Trixie groaned as his lips pulled away from his, her marehood spasming once more as a final lurch of his shaft filled her bloated belly with even more of his copious, virile jizz.

“F-fuck,” Blueblood slurred. He felt like his head was spinning, his thoughts and eyes glazing over with pleasure. An incredible afterglow was spreading through his veins like none he’d ever felt before. His massive cock, surely larger than any commoner’s in all of Equestria, shuddered one last time in Trixie’s cunt before falling still. His balls, still fat and heavy, but noticeably less than before, squished lightly between his tree-trunk thighs. “Th-that was good.”

Trixie grunted. “Was?”

Blueblood just moaned. He wrapped his big hands around Trixie’s bloated belly and pulled her close so that her head was pressed between his big, round pecs. One hand strayed up to her bust and began kneading at her soft, ample titflesh as the other drew wide circles across her sloshing cumgut.

Grunting and groaning, Trixie wriggled free of his grasp. She squirmed her way atop him, then planted a firm hand around his shaft.

“We are not finished here, dear Blueballs,” she said, sneering. She met his eye, and Blueblood felt his heart flutter. “You’re going to fuck me ‘till you’re dry, and then you’re going to fuck me some more. Understand?”

Blueblood reached up and grabbed her by the arm. Trixie yelped as his big hand wrapped entirely around her forearm before yanking her back down to the bed. He resumed his position atop her, his huge body pressing hers to the bed as his enormous cock pushed up between her tits. It was already drooling pre again, a steady river of arousal that leaked between her cleavage and ran onto the sheets.

“So,” Blueblood growled. “Does my little cumslut want me to rut her all night?” Trixie nodded quickly. Blueblood smiled. “Good.”

He reached down between his legs and gave his engorged nutsack a squeeze. Already, he could feel his balls filling up with cum once again, their production increased all the more by his operation. His smile widened.

“Then,” he murmured, “my dear Trixie, I have every reason to obey.”

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