Oh, being big felt wonderful.

Trixie cooed softly, both arms wrapping tightly around her chest. Following her operation, her breasts had been enlarged so much that each one more than filled her lap; together, they must have weighed nearly forty pounds. She hefted one on her arms, and moaned as the sensitive flesh tingled in her grip. So big...and so soft.

She wondered idly if there was even a cup size large enough to describe her new bust. Certainly the alphabet would have run out of letters by now, she thought with a self-indulgent smirk. Her fingers trembling with desire, she slipped one hand beneath the massive weight of her breasts and between her naked thighs.

Another moan slipped from Trixie’s throat, raw and needy. She wore no clothes—even the extra-size sweatpants the doctor had seen fit to give her for her “walk” home had torn off of her immense behind the second she’d sat down on the bed. The ragged shreds of her too-small coverings lay crushed beneath the weight of her fat, supple rear; if her breasts were gargantuan, her ass was positively titanic, each cheek jutting out a good two feet behind the small of her back. As Trixie masturbated, sighing with delight, her pleasured squirmings set her gigantic asscheeks jiggling and slapping together, the very sensation of it driving her even madder with lust.

Her tits were so soft—she could scarcely believe it. Even that floozy Twilight Sparkle had never possessed such breasts as these, she decided. Why, given another operation, she might as well be more tits and ass than mare! Trixie decided she rather liked that idea; as she craned her neck over the vast expanse of her enormous, gently jiggling boobs, she licked her lips. She could feel the oceans of milk sloshing inside their deep stores; moaning as her hand slipped deeper into her aching cunny, she pucked her lips, lowering them toward her fat, erect nipple—

A loud knock on the door burst her from her thoughts. Trixie jerked upright; on sheer reflex, she pulled her hand out from between her legs. It was dripping with clear, sweet-smelling juices, and her body trembled with pleasure just at the scent of it. She nearly grappled for a pillow, a sheet, anything—and then realized with awe that her breasts were now large and soft enough to cover her entire lap, including any impromptu “pleasure” sessions she might have…

Just as she was getting ready to explode at whatever hapless servant or butler had seen fit to interrupt her private time, the door smashed open—quite literally so. It didn’t burst off of its hinges, but it smacked hard against the wall, and when Trixie looked, the mechanism containing the lock had been smashed to smithereens.

In the hallway beyond, a tall, hulking Prince Blueblood slowly lowered his foot, smirked at her, and strode inside.

Trixie gaped at him as he entered. He was so...big. There was no other word for it. While he’d been buff before, this last treatment had turned him into a veritable wall of muscle. His shoulders were so broad that they nearly rubbed against the sides of the doorway; the top of his head approached seven feet, the very top of his horn nearly brushing against the top of the frame. His pecs were enormous slabs of beef that would have been a DD-cup on a mare; as it was, every twitch of his body made them flex with size and power. His biceps were as thick as medicine balls, and his thighs—“tree-trunk” didn’t even begin to cover those.

And his cock—

Trixie slurped up a wandering trail of saliva. She gazed up at Blueblood’s monstrous manhood with awe, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open. If he’d been big before, this was nothing short of titanic. The top of his flare peaked just past his chin; his massive, girthy shaft rubbed tantalizingly between his flexed, spherical pecs. Every step sent his member thrusting up between the cleavage of his chest; why, if he’d wanted to, he could have tilted his head slightly forward and sucked his own cock. There was an ample amount to be sucked, too—his chest and rod were absolutely soaked in precum, and his inches-wide slit constantly blurbled and glorped with more.

It wasn’t difficult, either, to see where it all came from. A pair of enormous testicles, each the size of an exercise ball, swung heavily between his legs. They reached down past his knees, pushing his thighs apart, and jiggled and sloshed whenever they bounced together. Even at his size, it was a wonder that he could even walk with those—and yet from the thick, corded steel comprising his thighs, quads, and torso, Trixie found herself failing to question it at all.

When he spoke his voice was deep, rich, rumbling. “Hello, my cute little slut of a princess,” Blueblood said, gazing down at her with a smirk. “Your stallion is home.”

Trixie, for what felt like the first time in her life, was utterly speechless. She was salivating, she knew, but she hardly even cared. This, she knew, was the stallion that she had always deserved. She found her eyes darting all over him, unable to focus on one part of his huge, glorious body. His muscles—his shaft—his massive, virile balls—

Smirking, Blueblood raised a finger and beckoned her forward. “Come, dear Titsie,” he said, leering at her. “Let me have a good look at you.”

Trixie loved to show off, but something in her bristled at his tone. “Excuse me?” she said, haughtily. “The great and powerful Trixie—“

He crooked his finger. His arm—oh, his arm. How it bulged. How his cock throbbed. Without even realizing it, Trixie found herself on her feet—and then slowly walking forward, hypnotized by the size of his body.

Or...tried to walk, at least. She’d faced little difficulty on the way back, due to being all but carried by a pair of put-upon servants. But now, under her own power, the new weight and volume attached to her body made itself known. Trixie’s eyes bulged as she felt her enormous breasts pulling her forward—and then gasped, her arms flailing as her even larger ass yanked her center of gravity back. Her thighs were thick enough now that they squished together with each step she took, forcing her to waddle more than walk. Her ass bounced like jello with even the slightest twitch of motion, rippling like a waterbed as she made her way carefully across the room. One wrong step would send her toppling to the ground—and as much as she loved it, she had no intention of being crushed by her enormous rear.

Blueblood laughed, long and hearty, at the sight of her waddling across the room. “Heavens,” he chortled, “but don’t you look ridiculous. A bit of trouble walking, my dear Titsie? A little too much weight in the rear?”

Trixie’s cheeks flushed. “I can walk perfectly fine,” she ground out. “I—“

Blueblood didn’t wait for her to finish. “Oh, hush,” he said, waving a hand. “More of that luscious rump means more for me to fuck. And my new...endowment requires an equally gargantuan ass to be properly pleasured.” He leered down at her, then held up a hand, palm-out. Trixie, thankful that she didn’t have to walk the last few steps toward him, stopped in place. Her three-foot-wide asscheeks slapped and smacked together, their mighty weight jolting her with the impact.

Blueblood chuckled softly. “No, walking is far from necessary.” He took a step forward, and the floor trembled beneath his weight, shaking as though beneath a giant. His every muscle flexed, and his drooling, massive cock lurched, smearing a good cupful of pre against his bristled chin. “You’re quite usable enough as it is, Titsie dear.”

He stopped mere inches away. Trixie’s pupils dilated, her cheeks coloring as she stared up at her lover’s form. Blueblood’s massive, muscular body loomed over her, a wall of meat both physical and utterly, unconquerably, sexual. From here, his spicy masculine musk was almost overpowering; the scent of his gargantuan, churning nuts felt like it could have made her cum on its own. She felt an overwhelming sense of awe, of submission, of need. She raised a trembling hand and left it there, hovering over Blueblood’s sculpted abdomen.

She caught Blueblood raising an eyebrow. Trixie flushed. “M-may I touch them?” she asked. Her cheeks burned. She was Trixie! The great, the powerful! She was no pathetic little whore, no mare to beg for some stallion’s touch—let alone the reverse! She took what she wanted! And yet...the simple awe-inspiring presence of Blueblood’s size, his power, his virility—it set her every nerve ending alight, and made her cunt scream for satisfaction. She needed to touch him—needed to feel the steel of his muscles beneath her fingers, to assure herself that he was real and not some dream from a young mare’s fantasies.

Blueblood chuckled softly. “Oh,” he said, “you’ll feel plenty when you’re under them.”

With a sudden motion that belied the bulkiness of his arms, he grabbed her around the shoulders. Trixie couldn’t prevent an uncharacteristic squeal escaping her throat before coming to rest, breathlessly in his arms. An upward glance showed him leaning down toward her, lips puckered. At nearly eight feet in height, Blueblood’s head was far above Trixie’s form, and so she had plenty of time to prepare for the makeout of a lifetime.

Except it never came. Blueblood’s lips passed hers by completely. By the time Trixie was ready to rage over being ignored so, she was already moaning, squirming in Blueblood’s muscular grasp as he suckled on her fat, inches-long nipple. Her impossibly large breasts squished against his face and chest, and her huge ass oozed through his fingers as his big hands massaged her rear. In that second, Trixie had an abrupt, bizarre sense of being owned—of being a soft, supple toy for Blueblood’s pleasures.

He turned her around, picking her up as easily as a foal. As he hefted her in his arms, Trixie wondered just how light she was to him now—even her massive, wobbling ass and breasts, which would have given any smaller stallion pause, seemed weightless to the muscular, hulking giant he’d become. It alighted her arousal like nothing else to be handled so easily, so effortlessly by a stallion who was undoubtedly the strongest, largest, most masculine creature in all of Canterlot.

Trixie let out a squeak as Blueblood slapped her down on the bed. Her massive asscheeks wobbled and slapped together, though not quite nearly as loudly as when Blueblood’s big hand gave her a massive smack! across the rump.

“You’ve gotten so big and soft,” Blueblood sneered. Trixie stifled a moan; the aftermath of Blueblood’s spank left her foal-sized asscheeks reverberating like mad, sending vibrations of pleasure and stimulation to her puffy clit and taint. “Your huge, fat ass is going to be the talk of the town. Though not as much as me.”

Trixie gasped when she felt Blueblood’s cock smack heavily down against her rump. The weight was incredible—a hundred pounds, easily, of thick, throbbing stallion meat, and Blueblood carried it around like it was nothing. Rivers of precum drooled down her back as his cock wedged itself firmly in her rump, Blueblood sandwiching his turgid tool directly between her fat, heavy asscheeks. Trixie groaned, a quiver of delight tingling down her spine as she felt a particularly thick vein grinding against her hidden pussy. Just how big was Blueblood now?

“Just look at that.” Blueblood sounded incredibly satisfied. “Gleeful” would have been a good descriptor, Trixie thought. As low and rumbling as his voice was now, he sounded as giddy as a schoolcolt who’d received a new toy. “Even your gargantuan ass is barely big enough to cover up my cock. How does it feel, Miss Trixie, to be so corpulently huge and yet still only barely enough mare to handle a stallion of my caliber?”

Trixie bit down on her lip, her eyes fluttering as Blueblood’s thrusting cock sent her ass bouncing. His oozing pre lubricated her cheeks, easing its passage with each pump of his hips. “It feels,” she grunted, a glow of pride suffusing her words, “that I’m still more than enough mare to handle you.”

Blueblood grunted and thrust. Trixie gasped, surges of pleasure pulsing through her body as her over-sensitive ass wobbled and slapped together. A massive spurt of precum splashed into her mane, and Blueblood shoved his hips forward, his enormous and weighty tool forcing Trixie even closer to the bed.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmured, his muzzle now leaning in close over her ear. Trixie whimpered; Blueblood was so heavy. He’d nearly doubled over, sandwiching his huge, mare-sized shaft between his chest and her back. She could feel it throbbing between her shoulderblades, leaving her fur glistening with warm, gooey pre. She could imagine it thrust between his pecs, their beefy diameters clenching down hard around its girth as they milked and pleasured it with each thrust. Trixie moaned softly; with every one of Blueblood’s muscles flexing and bulging against her soft form, she felt small, weak. He had to be more than twice her weight by now, and a good foot and a half taller. He was just so huge…

A small smile touched her lips, and she tightened her grasp on her pillows. And he was all hers.

Blueblood’s grunts were like an animal’s, low, guttural roars of muffled pleasure. Every thrust sent Trixie’s big, fat buns shaking and trembling like the remnants of an earthquake, and the sheer volume of Blueblood’s thick, gooey pre made them slide and stick together like twin scoops of jello.

“It’s a good thing your ass is so big,” Blueblood bit out, groaning into her ear. “You make a perfect little cocksleeve for a stallion of my size.”

Trixie moaned. She had both hands clasped around her breasts, now, her head thrust up into the air from the sheer volume of her bustline. She could feel her pussy clenching, dripping, needing as her sensitivity flared up to impossible levels. She could feel every throb, every splurt, every beat of blood through Blueblood’s cock. He wasn’t even inside her and yet she felt more owned, more filled, more dominated than ever before. He was—

“I’m going to—I’m going to—“

Oh, Celestia there was going to be so much cum.

“—grah!”

Trixie barely had time to prepare herself before a wave of liquid white hit her. Blueblood’s entire body tensed up with the flexing of his shaft; his exercise ball-sized nuts retracted against his crotch, shoving his muscled thighs apart as his gigantic cock readied itself for the flood to come. He roared in pleasure, thrusting his incredible length between her hundred-pound buns again and again, covering them in a layer of thick white as pure as fresh-fallen snow. Trixie could feel the heat of it, feel the virility of it, Blueblood’s thick, masculine musk permeating her every pore as his massive nuts put out more spunk in seconds than most stallion would produce in their entire lives. Every inch of her that was exposed was covered, stained, marked with Blueblood’s jizz, until every spot of flesh and fur was caked in his oozing, gooey, salty cum.

Trixie moaned softly. Blueblood’s thrusts had stopped for now, though small remnant reverberations in her ass continued to milk a few fist-sized “drops” of seed from his churning balls. She struggled to push herself up from the bed and found she couldn’t; the weight of Blueblood’s cock on her back, plus the mass of his nuts pressing up against her thighs, meant that she was powerless to move—especially given the sheer weight and size of her own breasts and ass. But in that instant, she was so turned on that she almost didn’t care. Her pussy was roaring, searing with heat; she didn’t care how big he was, how much more he would stretch her. Damn it, but if he was that big, then she planned to own that—to feel every monstrous inch that he would shove up her pussy, no matter how much it hurt.

But Blueblood’s cock pulled back—and then kept going, never shoving forward to spear inside of her pussy. Trixie waited for him to pull it out between her asscheeks with a loud squelch before turning over onto her back, her beanbag chair-sized rear squishing out beneath her and raising her up a good foot off the bed. At this “height,” she was still barely high enough to meet Blueblood’s bulging, rounded pecs.

“Don’t tell me you’re finished,” Trixie grunted, pushing herself upright. It took quite a bit of effort, especially given just how big and unwieldy her new tits were, but she somehow managed. “What, one little hotdog and suddenly you’re out of jizz?”

Blueblood laughed. “Not at all, my dear Trixie,” he said. He hugged his massive cock to his chest and began to stroke it gently. His tongue darted out of his mouth, the tip easily long enough to lap at the fat, oozing cockslit that split his foot-wide flare in two. “I doubt anything could sate me now. I merely fancied a change in position.”

“Then c’mon, big boy,” Trixie said. She leered up at him and pulled her breasts and legs apart, just barely exposing her dripping cunny. “Fill me up good, and we’ll call it even.”

“Fill you up? And let all that lovely new flesh go to waste?” Blueblood scoffed. “No, my dear—I plan on dining on every inch of your new, delectable curves. A marehood is so positively uninteresting by comparison. I’d much rather feel your tits ‘round my cock—after all, we’ve yet to see how well they can wrap my length.”

Trixie frowned. “Fine,” she said, “but you’d better give me a damned good rutting later.”

Blueblood chuckled softly as she took his cock into her hands. “Oh, not to worry,” he rumbled. “You’ll get the fucking of a lifetime, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Good,” Trixie said. But she wasn’t really paying attention to his words. Her attention was completely focused—zeroed in on the fat, pulsing flare that was now more-than-filling her palms. It was so heavy, so thick—small rivers of precum ran down between her fingers, so much of it that she could never hope to catch it all. Hadn’t Blueblood just cum seconds earlier? But the thought of a stallion who could never stop going excited her beyond anything else—especially a stallion of his size and virility. She felt herself trembling, grinning with eagerness as she hefted his massive tool in her hands.

Blueblood coughed lightly. “Well?” he said, a lazy grin on his face. “Those tits shan’t fuck themselves, you know.” He made a roundabout gesture with his hand, finger pointed outward toward the head of the mattress. It was easy enough for Trixie to put two and two together, and so she flopped backward.

“Ah,” sighed Blueblood, his smile widening as he eased his length between her breasts. “Simply magnificent.” Trixie grunted, squinting out of one eye after a volley of copious precum made the other squeeze shut out of pure reflex. She couldn’t help a small moan, though, especially not as Blueblood’s cock pushed more and more of her vast breastflesh aside to make room for its rock-hard length.

“Soft,” Blueblood grunted, “pillowy. Your ass held at least a hint of firmness, but these—this is pure decadence. Fat. Plumpness, my dear.” His smirk curved wider, and he cupped his hands around his two massive nuts, each one groaning and sloshing with seed. “Titsie really is quite the fitting name, isn’t it?”

“You tell me, Blueballs,” she choked out. His flare had poked up between the top of her cleavage, and the musk of it was nearly overwhelming. She felt woozy, lightheaded, every nerve in her body screaming and asking why this huge hunk of a stallion wasn’t currently buried up to his thighs in her cunt. She whimpered as his cock pushed all the way up through her bust, the flare brushing against the bottom of her chin and leaving a smear of precum wider than her fist. “I’m still waiting for you to paint my other side white.”

Blueblood laughed. “Feisty,” he chuckled. “Just how I like you. But I think you can make this experience a bit better yet. It’s a pity even your breasts are too small to contain me—such a stallion as myself,” he said, sighing in mock disappointment, “seems still too large to be pleasured by even a pair of breasts as obscene as yours. No matter. A warm throat around my flare should top it off nicely, I think.”

Trixie raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m going to fit that whole thing in my mouth?” she asked. His cock flare throbbed, another pint of precum oozing down between her tits.

“Not to worry, Trixie,” Blueblood said. He sniggered, as though he’d thought up a particularly funny joke. “Just the tip.”

She regarded the head warily. Even as a “tip”, it was still wider than most of her entire head. But all the same…

Her mouth watered slightly, her cunt contracting at the sight of that glorious, luscious cock. Didn’t she deserve to swallow that monstrosity whole? To gulp down that titan of lust, to prove to her cocky colt once and for all that no mare was as skilled in the bedroom as she?

Trixie steeled her will, her resolve, and let her jaw hang open. The second her lips parted, Blueblood’s hips shoved forward—and thrust his cock directly into her mouth.

Trixie very nearly choked. She gagged, seizing for air, and finding only precum and musk. She twisted beneath Blueblood’s heavy shaft and her own impossibly large tits, writhing to try and remove the offending intruder from her esophagus. But Blueblood paid her no mind, his cock lodged firmly down her throat. Trixie’s eyes watered as he pumped his hips back and forth, her massive tits violently bouncing and smacking together as he moaned loud enough for the two of them. His two-foot nuts slapped against her fat ass, every part of her body jiggling as a torrent of precum cascaded down her throat, her stomach bloating with it as she gurgled helplessly around his length.

With a primal, near-bestial roar, Blueblood came. His cock flared impossibly wide, distending Trixie’s jaw as a knot of jizz worked its way up to the flare. She choked as fat wads of jizz, each nearly a quart in volume, bulged out her throat and deposited themselves directly into her stomach. She could feel herself bloating out, her belly getting tighter and fuller, groaning with seed as Blueblood fucked her tits like a fleshlight.

The oncoming tide of cum seemed like it would last forever—but just as Trixie felt her air supply beginning to dry up, Blueblood’s flare pulled back and popped out from her lips. More and more spunk, thick ropes nearly as thick as her forearm, striped her chest and face as she coughed up more jizz onto her tits than she’d ever seen in a lifetime before meeting Blueblood. Meanwhile, her lover continued to sigh and groan, massaging his monstrous shaft as Trixie gasped for air beneath him.

“You fucking prick!” Trixie wheezed, her face turning red. “I could have fucking choked!”

“A trifling concern,” Blueblood said. He pinched a fold of skin standing off from his pillar of meat and shuddered; an errant throb of his cock sent a thick rope of jizz splattering the underside of his chin. As he wiped it off, he smiled down at her, warmth suffusing his face as lust burned in his eyes. “I was quick, no? Your tits are incredible, Trixie dear, and your mouth as wonderful as ever.” His smile broadened. “Though for a mare who’s near all tits and ass, perhaps I should expect nothing less, hm?” He gave her a heavy smack on the rear, his hand coming down on her plate-sized Cutie Mark with a sound like a thunderclap. Trixie gasped, just barely stifling a squeal.

Red-faced, Trixie grunted out, “Fine. But at least warn me next time before shoving the whole damned thing in.” She clenched her teeth, glaring at his cock. It stood there innocently, still as erect and pre-drenched as ever, as Blueblood’s bouncing pecs softly massaged it from the sides. “I can hold my breath, but not if you’re going to just fuck my throat without so much as a by-your-leave.”

Now it was Blueblood’s turn to quirk an eyebrow. “Very well,” he drawled, in a voice that sounded anything but sincere. “I shall do my best to consider that.”

“Good,” Trixie grunted. She took a deep breath, getting a sense for her motor functions. It was easy enough to forgive, she told herself. He was like a colt in some ways, really—just getting used to a new toy. Of course he would be overly enthusiastic with it at first. But he was her prince—and she his princess—and it would be a waste if the two of them weren’t being pleasured like the twin gods they were.

So instead of grunting again, when she opened her eyes next, they were wide and sparkling. “So,” she purred, giving her jizz-spattered breasts a squeeze. “You mentioned a good fucking I was to receive?”

“What’s that?” Blueblood said. He took a step toward her, and the room trembled. “Does my little princess care to be bred?”

Trixie shuddered happily. Not bred per se—the thought of any screeching little hellspawn horrified her—but to be owned so purely by her prince that she might own him in return… Now that was a deal she could get behind. Now if only Blueblood would get behind her as well.

“Always,” she murmured. She reached out to lay a hand on his nutsack. Even after two massive orgasms, his balls seemed barely any smaller than before. It looked like his operations had done more than just increase their size—at this point, she wondered if Blueblood would have to worry about refilling his balls so much as emptying them. She shivered with delight, wondering if there even existed another stallion in the world who could lay claim to her coltfriend’s sheer libido now.

He groaned as she stroked them, her delicate hands sliding across those cum-laden orbs as her massive mammaries incidentally rubbed against his engorged shaft. A splatter of precum fell upon her cheek, and Trixie licked it off with a flicker of her tongue. She nearly moaned in delight. Blueblood tasted so good, so warm, so salty and fresh and filling—

She needed to have him inside of her. Now! Not down her throat, however good that may have felt when she was prepared. No; she needed him to fill her pussy with his cock and rail her until she could barely move.

“So fuck me, my lord,” Trixie purred, her slender hands gliding across the two massive spheres sloshing with seed. Blueblood groaned, his eyelids fluttering as her nipples brushed against his abs. “Fuck me until I can’t so much as walk.”

“Oh,” Blueblood growled, “I’m big enough for more than that now.” And he pushed her to the bed and grabbed her tits in each hand, gallons of titflesh oozing between his thick, sausage-like fingers.

She had nary a moment after feeling the wide, heavy girth of his flare brushing up against her marehood then she felt him pushing, straining to be let inside. Trixie’s lips parted, her eyes widening, her cheeks burning as, for the first time that night, she realized just how large he had truly become. Acres of soft, warm assflesh were sloughed aside, plowed wide by the unstoppable force of maleness that had seen fit to spear her on its length. Blueblood’s length continued to push, forcing her dripping, juicy cunt ever-wider, ready to finally claim what was his.

She felt him slide inside of her with a pop, and gasped, her eyes bulging. Her pussy had been loose from years of ever-larger toys, but this? She could feel the muscles around her cunt quivering, stretched tighter than a rubber band and primed to snap with even an errant twitch of Blueblood’s massive tool. Trixie groaned, her whole body trembling as Blueblood slid another few inches inside of her, that scant penetration already more intense than his entire organ had been just hours before.

“O-oh, fuck,” she gasped, panting. “O-oh. Ooh!”

Her g-spot was quivering like a wind-up clock. Her puffy labia lips were spread impossibly wide, and widening by the second. It struck her like a revelation, a proverb of sex and lust. She needed this. She’d been fucked, penetrated, speared on a stallion’s shaft—and never before had any stallion been as large as Blueblood had been only yesterday. But this was different. This wasn’t simple penetration. This was an itch she’d never even known needed to be scratched. She was being filled, stretched and abused and pulled apart and rearranged to make room for this enormous, massive, flexing member—and if it wanted to rip her whole body apart, she would have to let it and cum all the same.

“I can see you like that,” Blueblood rumbled, chuckling ominously. He shoved her legs further apart, making room for his tool as her massive thunder thighs jiggled and slapped against the sides of his cock. “But I’ve barely even pushed the tip inside. And I can see you want more.” She gazed up at him with wide, feral eyes, and he smirked down toward her. A twitch of his hips sent his cock grazing across the border of her womb, and Trixie gasped, moaning and wailing torn and sewed up together in a perfect kind of pleasurable agony.

Blueblood’s voice lowered, and rasped with sensual desire as he smiled and said, “Beg for more, little slut.”

“M-more!” A twitch of his hips. Another inch. Trixie stifled a moan, her body lurching with the lightest flex of Blueblood’s cock. “F-fill me up. Stuff me full.” An inch lost—his hips pulling back. She could feel her overstretched pussy flexing, begging for it back—she’d been stretched beyond all recognition; she’d never be full again; she needed him inside her, needed to feel him stretching her or else she’d feel a void in her cunt. “P-please.”

He jerked his hips forward, and she wailed in pleasure and agony. There couldn’t be more than a foot and a half inside of her; how was there so much cock? He lowered his head toward her, his nostrils flaring, his breath hot on her bust. “Beg,” he snarled, and pumped his hips once.

Trixie’s eyes rolled back. Pleasure, pain, sensation without boundary, sensuality without end, filled her veins as a powerful orgasm racked her body with tremors of absolution. Her pussy clenched—or tried to, and found that it couldn’t, that Blueblood’s massive, muscular tool demanded more space, was pushing it apart, was getting wider, thicker, forcing its way ever-inward even as Trixie gasped and writhed around it like a captured prey animal. And she was, she realized, even as spasms racked her inner walls, as juices leaked from her cunt and mixed with the pints of precum already filling her womb and cunny. It hit her like lightning, a thrill of excitement and fear and desire. She was his prey—and he, her master.

Blueblood was smirking down at her, one eyebrow raised as her orgasm drew her to shudder and wheeze. “All you had in you, little Titsie?” he murmured. He slammed his hips forward, embedding another two feet of his cock inside of her. Trixie wailed, the whites of her eyes clearly visible as each fresh inch of Blueblood’s shaft triggered another orgasm inside of her, the pleasure and pressure mounting even as the satisfaction never quite seemed to peak. She could already feel the distension of her belly as Blueblood’s fat flare rubbed against it, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She needed more.

Blueblood pulled out—not all the way, just a foot or so—and then slammed his way back in like a batter ram. Trixie’s head jerked back, then lolled to the side. She realized that there was a string of saliva dripping down her cheek, and slurped it up. “F-fuck me harder,” she choked, sliding a hand under her breasts and feeling her belly. The warm, round curve of Blueblood’s flare greeted her; if she moved her palm just so, she could feel the pulsing mound of flesh where the constant glorp of his urethra drooled more precum inside of her. “Fuck me like you mean it, you little colt.”

“Little colt, am I?” Blueblood sneered. “Please. Let’s see those magnificent tits shake.”

The next time he rammed inside of her, Trixie screamed, the note of her voice hitting a quivering, chiming crescendo, like a crystal glass about to break. The next thrust sent her skidding forward down the mattress—though Blueblood caught her in his big, powerful hands and dragged her back, spearing her on another six inches of his monstrous cock. Her enormous tits jiggled and bounced, gallons of titflesh smacking together as Blueblood began to pump in earnest, his massive member spewing more precum inside of her by the second.

“I’m never going to stop fucking you,” Blueblood growled. He’d bent over nearly double, his nipples nearly even with her underboobs. His manly musk was stifling, but precious; it was like a drug, an aphrodisiac that merely sent Trixie’s orgasms soaring to greater and newer heights. “I’m going to wear you like a cocksleeve, little mare. I’m going to take you whenever I please—in the ass, in the breasts, in the cunt, or between your ass. You’re going to be my little fucktoy, and I’m going to keep you just barely big enough to satisfy me—that is, if I don’t get any bigger.” He chuckled again, and Trixie moaned, biting down on her lip so hard that she almost feared it would bleed.

He pressed down on her, and Trixie grunted. The force of his muscular body on hers forced her massive breasts downward onto the bulge his cock made in her belly. The pressure tore her two ways; even at their softness, her breasts still had enough firmness to stay their perfect, perky spheres, and though they squished outward in the process, Trixie could feel herself being crushed beneath her own monstrous bust even as Blueblood’s cock tore her apart. She saw his lips pucker up and prepared herself for a kiss—and then watched instead as he latched onto her nipple, hard, suckling on her tit like a colt worshipping his mother’s milk.

Each thrust of his hips sent his massive balls smacking against the bed, the entire mattress—no, the entire room shaking with the vibrations of his titanic body’s impact. He was an Adonis of size, power, sex, and Trixie could feel it with every slap of his nuts against the soft pillow of her ass, feeling the gallons of seed churning and sloshing within. Her entire, pillowy body undulated like an ocean of warm, feminine flesh, her breasts and ass jiggling and slapping together as Blueblood filled up every opening in her body and then some. Trixie made a sound halfway between a gag and a moan, wondering just how much her form could stretch to accommodate her lover’s endowment.

Her belly was monstrously deformed, a full foot of Blueblood’s cock pushing up from her stomach. She could feel it thrusting between her tits, effectively receiving a titjob even as her overstretched cunny spasmed and clenched around its base. Trixie’s eyes rolled back, a soundless moan tearing its way from her lips as she writhed in constant, never ending orgasm, each peak of pleasure taller and more exhausting than the last. Above her, Blueblood’s grunts and snorts reached a frenzied peak, his flaring nostrils and wide, feral eyes bellying a predator finally ready to overcome its prey.

He bottomed out inside of her with a wordless cry, the very force of it shaking the bed like an earthquake. Trixie’s belly bulged, instantly swelling outward as a cumshot bearing gallons of seed erupted inside of her like a volcano. Blueblood’s cock thickened impossibly wide, deforming her belly further and pushing her aching cunt even wider as it pumped wave after wave of hot, churning seed inside of her, bloating out her gut with each tsunami of jizz.

Trixie felt her belly swelling out, pushing her enormous boobs upward with each glug, glug of Blueblood’s cock. She felt like she was a balloon, inflating as with a water pump as Blueblood’s orgasm filled her up impossibly, incredibly full. He’d taken all she had and found it not enough—and so his cum was making her bigger, rounder, heavier, sloshing and churning inside of her as it crashed upon the edge of her cunt like a heaving track of white-water rapids.

She felt his balls sinking into her ass, his teeth biting down around her nipple. Her breasts deformed and shook and jiggled and bounced, gallons of titflesh oozing between his sausage-thick fingers as his thirty-inch biceps squeezed them in a perfect vise. Blueblood’s pecs bounced and flexed, his cock arching inside of her and forcing her body to arch around it, each splurt of cum inside of her a fresh new sea of wonder, pleasure, awe to draw her mind up into the entirety of his heavy, dripping musk.

She’d always known she’d been meant to be this full, Trixie knew. How she’d never realized it—how she’d never been truly sated—it seemed impossible. Yet Blueblood owned her now—and she owned him—and so long as she was his mare, she would never go unrelieved again. Bent over on his bed, twisting around his cock as his seed sloshed and gurgled inside of her, bloating her belly past the point of pregnancy until her gut was as wide as either one of her breasts or asscheeks—

Blueblood grunted, groaned, then slowly began to pull back. Trixie moaned in echo, her body stiffening as Blueblood’s cock slid against her walls—then going limp, whinnying softly as it finally popped out of her. A waterfall of cum poured out from her gaping pussy; even without looking, she could picture it in her head: a gaping, cavernous hole that no other stallionhood could ever fill. She was panting, sweating, her cheeks burning red as her three-foot belly gurgled and jiggled beneath the weight of her heavy bust. She finally, she realized—finally felt satisfied.

“That,” she groaned, “was amazing.”

Blueblood sighed. He had one hand on his dick, the shaft mottled with stripes of thick white cum. He shuddered, his every muscle flexing, his nipples erect and quivering. “Was?” he said, his voice holding a questioning lilt. “My dear Trixie… I’m not empty yet.”

Trixie forced her head upward. Her boobs and gut were too big to even see most of Blueblood’s body from her position on the bed, but once he stepped around the side of the bed, she could see for herself what he meant. His cock slapped wetly over her breasts, resting perpendicular to her cleavage, and her eyes widened at the sight of his tremendous nuts swaying gently between his thighs. If anything, they looked even larger than before: fuller, heavier, fatter with creamy, virile seed.

“My dear,” Blueblood rumbled, his muscles flexing powerfully. “We’ll not be done for a long time yet.” She groaned as he stroked a finger along the edge of her collarbone, tingles of electricity shocking her fatigued muscles. “I’m going to keep fucking you until your belly’s bigger than the pool outside.” She gaped up at him, and his cock flexed atop her, splurting another pint of jizz onto the bed beside her.

Blueblood merely smiled. “We have a long night ahead of us, my dear. Let’s get started.”

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