In between classes at Canterlot High, there is a certain understanding that pervades the student body. A bimbo is given wide berth, if only because they sometimes have a tendency to be a little clumsy. And you don’t want to get spiked, stomped, or crushed by pointy or platform heels. …Or maybe you do, but that’s something you’d want to talk to the school guidance counselor about.

Anyway, this ‘safe space’ was extraordinarily true for Fluttershy. While she may have the grace and poise of a runway model, the fact that she wears towering heels often sends her wobbling uncontrollably into the nearest solid body, be it wall or student. Not to say that the prospect of getting caught under the breasts of one of the most developed girls at CHS isn’t enticing, but will probably end in a busted nose.

And so, as she rolls her hips through the good two hands worth of space given to her on either side, Fluttershy hums a few bars of a tune that’s been in her head all day. It was so nice to be able to go from class to class without bumping into anyone, if a little lonely. But, that’s why she had friends. Friends like-

“Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie squeals from across the hall. As the straight-haired bimbo turns with a pronounced pout towards the sound, her frizzy friend is already bounding down through the crowd, her heels clacking loudly against the tile floors. Seeing collision as inevitable, the shy girl squeaks and turns her head away, holding up her hands around shoulder level to try and lessen the impact. It works, just not in the way she intends.

Pinkie ducks under the too-high arms and plants her feet so that only her upper body rockets forward, planting her face firmly between her friend’s cavernous cleavage. A whimpering whine escapes from the chesty teen as she peeks out of the corner of her eye and pouts again.



“P-Pinkie,” she mutters, her brow furrowing ever so slightly as she drops her arms. “What are you doing?”

“Nnnothin~” the party girl giggles, rubbing her cheeks against her friend’s heavy chest. The soft, supple skin gives even under the gentlest pressure from her face, earning another flighty sigh form Fluttershy.

“Well, could you, maybe stop?” the anxious girl wrings her hands in front of her skirt, glancing around to the students milling about them. “People are starting to stare.”

There’s an abrupt huff that escapes Pinkie’s nose, causing Fluttershy to stiffen. Glaring up at her friend, the frizzy girl shakes her head and places a hand on either side of the monstrous mams. “Fluttershy, you don’t understand. These babies are a CHS treasure, and they need to be examined and tested for authenticity at every opportunity.”

Opening her mouth, the air headed bimbo pauses, her slack jaw causing her lips to form in a plush, tight ‘o’ shape as she attempts to process what her friend was driving at. Pinkie takes the opportunity to jiggle her jubblies again, earning a giggle from the taller girl.

“Um, what?”

“I’m gonna motorboat your boobies,” Pinkie says matter-of-factly before planting her face back in Fluttershy’s cleavage and letting loose with a wild shake of her head. The accompanying sound of flesh slapping against flesh joins together with a squeal that is equal parts excited, aroused, and terrified as Fluttershy struggles to stay balanced on her heels. Not that that stops the pink wonder from continuing.

“P-Pinkie please!” her friend finally whines even as her nipples tent out of her shirt; nearly as large as wine corks and standing lewdly against the thin, already strained fabric. She can see and feel the eyes of everyone in the hall watching the display, gulping as her eyes lock onto the crotches of some of the more curious boys.



Both girls are thoroughly red-faced by the time Pinkie comes up for air, her shoulders heaving as she grins up at Fluttershy. “That was awesome!” she squeals, before noticing the rather uncomfortable back and forth shifting her friend had taken up. Fluttershy mumbles something as Pinkie glances around, trying to piece together exactly what was wrong. Turning back to the straight haired bimbo, she gives a sudden gasp.

With unexpected speed and grace, Pinkie pushes Fluttershy down the hall and into the girl’s bathroom. It’s thankfully empty, especially when the excitable girl grabs her by the shoulders and scowls cutely.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“T-tell you what?” Fluttershy gulps, averting her eyes and holding her hands behind her back. She knew well enough what her friend was asking, but hoped to avoid it by playing ignorant. Considering her usual not-always-there nature, she might have gotten away with it; but Pinkie was just as spacey and wouldn’t relent. Instead, she grabs Fluttershy’s chest again, this time from the bottom and hefts her boobs right out of her sundress.

“That your boobies got bigger; again!”

The thoroughly red-faced bimbo whimpers as her braless breasts settle back from their unexpected bounce, the oversized milkers hanging nearly to her navel and her nipples seeming to harden even more in the cool, slightly stale air of the bathroom. Unable to speak, she can only make small, mewling sounds as Pinkie reaches out and massages her bare skin with an apologetic smile.

“You popped your bra this morning, huh?” Fluttershy gives a tiny nod and Pinkie continues. “Rarity promise to try and get you a bigger band to salvage it?” Nodding again. “But you’re just too big for anything she’s got on hand?”

“Yesssss,” Fluttershy whines, tearing up a little. “Oh my gosh, Pinkie, I hate it. I’m just so, HUGE and getting huger! I hate it so much!”



With an over the top gasp, Pinkie removes her hands and slaps her hands to her cheeks, making a loud popping sound.

“You HATE it?” Shaking her head as Fluttershy nods, the frizzy-haired girl frowns. “That, that’s awful! You can’t hate your boobies, they’re awesome! I totally wish that I had your tits!”

“They hurt sometimes,” the titty-titan pouts. “And I can’t wear cute things without Rarity making them special for me.”

“But they’re so much fun! And-and, you’re like almost as big as Principal C!”

“Well maybe I don’t want to be that big?”

Pinkie’s eyes go wide, as though Fluttershy has just slapped her across the face. With her hand, not her boobs. “But, but, they’re super wonderful. Look!”

For emphasis, she reaches out and begins pawing at her friend’s fleshy funbags again. However, where before her touches had been playful and friendly, this round was much more, intimate. Especially the part where she started tugging the nipples. A shiver rolls down Fluttershy’s spine as she gasps for air.

“Pink, Pinkie please- that’s not…”

“Shh,” the smaller girl whispers, leaning up on her toes and brushing their noses together. “You leave everything to me Boobieshy.”

Despite the anxious feeling in her belly, the busty bimbo can’t help but squeeze her thighs together as Pinkie continues her efforts. She giggles a little as her friend begins adding sound effects (wubba wubba wubba), the sound mingling with her small gasps as she feels the tingling in her cunny beginning to swell.

“P-Pinkie,” she whimpers, arching her chest up into her friend’s hands and face as her hands fall back against the outside of one of the stalls. Struggling to remain standing, the poor girl shivers as she feels a trail of girl juice running down her thighs. Her half-lidded eyes settle on a very satisfied looking Pinkie Pie who leans in close and whispers in her ear.



“I know you’re super-de-duper extra good at listening after an orgasm,” she murmurs, “so much so you’ll do just about anything someone tells you.”

With a tired nod, Fluttershy rolls her head about lazily, trying to get her bearings. “Mhmm, sometimes,” she drawls, still spacey.

Pinkie leans in with a smile on her lips, nuzzling their cheeks together. “Well, I’m telling you that you love your titties. That you’re really secretly excited every time you snap another bra and Rarity has to make you a new one. That you might get as big… no, bigger than Principal Celestia!”

“I-I don’t think-” Fluttershy starts, before being cut off by a playful nipple pinch. As she whimpers, Pinkie picks up where she left off.

“That’s right, you don’t think. You love your titties, they’re a sign of your big heart”

“I-I love my titties, because I have a big heart.” Closing her eyes, Fluttershy smiles and feels the love muscle pounding in her chest. That made sense, with all the love she had to give, it was only natural that she was so totally huge.

“You love your huge titties and love that they’re getting huger.”

“I do, I love my titties, I love that they’re still growing.”

What a nice thought, Fluttershy smiles, her already enormous chest swelling out even further. M-maybe she could get even huger with a bigger heart? Her pussy flutters a little at that line of thinking.

“But you’ll totally forget this conversation happened, okay?”

“Okie,” the blissed out bimbo sighs, wetting her lips with her tongue. Finally rolling down from her orgasmic high, she shakes her head and gives her friend a smile. “Um, thanks for understanding and getting me out of there Pinkie.”



The frizzy girl grins and flashes a thumbs up as the bell rings. Fluttershy squeaks, her heels clacking against the floor as she rushes the door, still trying to stuff her breasts back into her dress as she hits the hall. Watching her leave, Pinkie Pie reaches into her purse and pulls out a note pad. Planting the tip of a pen against her lips, she taps it a few times before marking off a check box.

“Day eight of making Fluttershy love her titties, check.” With a grin, she flips the book closed and strolls out into the hall. “I’m not really sure what Twilight wants to do with this daily reminder, but if it lets me handle those boobies…”

Baring her teeth, Pinkie giggles and juggles her hands up and down. “I hope they get huge. Super huge!”

Plots, schemes, and science(!!!) all part of a normal day for the bimbos of CHS.