It had started with a simple statement: “Anon you gotsta let me cast a spell on your dick!”

Scratch that, it had started sometime prior to that when Twilight Sparkle began fiddling around with modification magic. There were simple things at first, screws into bolts, apples into oranges, frogs into fish, each step progressively higher until she was ready to do some human testing. Originally, it had been a simple body modification spell for a temporary tattoo. The result wasn’t a tattoo. Or temporary.

‘Twily’, as she likes to be called now, bounces along beside you, humming a happy little ditty as her heels clack against the pavement. The nerdy bookworm has had her entire body modified into something entirely different; a flat, angular body replaced by big, bountiful curves that seem to run the length of her body from her neck all the way down to her ankles. No sharp turns here; her silhouette is as smooth and seamless as a road rolling along a hillside. The barely-there bimbo giggles and hugs your arm before batting her eyes up at you.

“Omigosh Anon, I’m so excited that you’re willing to help me out with this magical experiment!”

“Yeah, well, you know.” It’s a weak response, but the best you can manage as her massive melons squish up against your arm and threaten to envelop the limb between them. A bimbo Twily may be, but that hasn’t done much to dampen her love for exploring the magical world. More than that, she knows that something is off about herself, but can’t quite put the pieces together. Perhaps with a little help she can begin to craft a counterspell that will get her back to normal Twilight.

Twily squeals and hugs your arm again. Not that you mind Bimbo-Twi all the time; there’s certainly something to be said about a beautiful, busty, booty-bodacious babe hanging off your arm. On the other hand, it is getting a little tiresome that she’s trying to come up with cute nicknames for you. Like, all the time.

“Nom-a-mus?”

You hold back a sigh and smile. “I’m here, Twily.”

“Goodie,” she says with a bounce and tugs you along the sidewalk, “because we’re here too!”

Dragging you up to her house, she fiddles with her key ring for a few seconds before giving an irritated huff and looking up at you with the most adorable puppy-dog pout she can manage. After a brief explanation about how her car fob is not a universal unlocking device (again), it dawns on the airhead to actually try one of the keys. She gets it on the fourth try.

“So mommy’s out until late and daddy’s away,” Twily gabs as she walks into the house, leaving you to close the door. Following her into the hall, you see the barest flash of cheek peeking out from under her miniskirt. It makes it very hard to focus on what she’s saying, but the long and short of it is her parents and brother are away for the foreseeable afternoon, which leaves the two of you free to do as you please.

Twily guides you to the couch and pushes you onto it with a gentle shove. “Now you stay right there,” she chides like a child would a toy, “I’ll be backsies with my spellbook and we can get started.”

What a bubble-brain. You smile and wave her on and she bounces out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. This, of course, brings up the very awkward question of why you’re here.

It would be very noble to say that you’re here just to help Twilight recover her senses; that you have a deep investment in your relationship with her and would do anything to see her through this difficult time in her life. Not that those feelings don’t play a part, far from it, but there’s another side that beckons you like a siren song; demanding your attention.

Twily promised you a bigger dick.

Shallow? Yes. Self absorbed? Yes. A true ‘dick move’? YES. But really, if a beautiful girl offered you a truly girthy giant between your legs, free and clear, it’s hard to turn down. And so yes, you are here for Twilight. But you’re also here for Little Anon.

“Nonna-llama?” Twily asks, sticking her head back around the corner. Seeing that you’re still where she left you brings a happy smile to the spell-caster’s lips as she hurries back; wrapped in a too tight tube top and sweatpants. She sits down with a huff and a puff, jiggling delightfully against you as she thumbs through the arcane tome held tight in her hand. After a moment, her eyes light up.

“Okie dokie, this is the one I was telling you about.” All but shoving the book in your face, Twily grins as she points to a specific line. “See here? It says that its totes gonna give you a ginormous johnson.” A giggle erupts from her lips at the word and you offer a smile in return. You don’t have the heart to tell her that you can’t read that shit.

After her laughter subsides, the spell slinger adopts a serious expression. Which is to say that her forehead and nose wrinkle up and the usual, vapid o-shape of her mouth shrinks to a much more manageable size. Taking a deep breath, she starts the incantation, the glazed look in her eyes deepening as she slips into trance-like state.

The words flow freely, filling the room with a slightly musical lilt. Your heart hammers in your chest and your skin tingles in anticipation. Or maybe that’s just the magic beginning to settle in as your flesh suddenly grows hot. It itches terribly, and you rub with increasing intensity at your arms. But Twilight’s hand quickly presses over on top of yours.

“No, no, don’t do that!” she murmurs, shaking her head. “If you pull it out, then more’s gonna hafta grow in and you’ll be SUPER itchy!” Leaning up close to you, she smiles and bats her eyes. “Just let it happen.”

“Twilig-” she gives you a pout and you roll your eyes. “Twily, what does arm hair have to do with my… you know.”

“Your dick?” The blunt, up-front way that Twilight manages to name your junk causes you to blush. But that doesn’t stop her from answering your question, “Oh, well, nothing yet.”

“Yet?”

“Mhmm.” The sound is accompanied by a quick bobble of her head. “See, I wanted you to be a bit fuzzier.”

There’s a moment of silence filled only by the sound of you gulping. “Twi, this is a modification spell for my… my penis, right?”

“Yuppers,” and another head bobble. And then she lifts up her fingers and starts rattling off some other conditions. “And your hair, and your brain, and your muskles too.” She emphasis the last point by leaning over and sliding a hand down under the front of your shirt. You yelp and squirm, but her manicured fingernails continue to slide over your body. “No offense Anon, but I’m totally gushing like, all the time and I need something to plug it up; if you know what I mean?”

You know exactly what she means. And you wish that you didn’t. But as you try to offer up a complaint, every muscle in your body begins to twitch. Muscles you didn’t even know you had start to throb. And then swell, leaving you feeling a little lightheaded. At least, you hope it’s the muscles.

“Oh, goodie,” Twily purrs, feeling the change rumbling through your body. Her hands leave your rapidly hardening abs and slide down to your pants. Unlike with the door she knows exactly what she’s doing this time, and within seconds your pants are down around your ankles, along with your underwear. The two of you look at your now mildly impressive instrument, the bimbo batting her eyes in delight.

“Nonny,” she breathes, reaching out and giving it a few good pumps. It bulges even larger in response, earning a delighted giggle from the airhead and a heavy groan from you. Bringing a finger to her lips, Twily can’t help but stick the tip of her tongue out as she eyes up your steadily swelling schlong. “Studly, I need you to do two things and they’re super, duper important.”

You manage a grunt, but she understands.

“First, let me know in five minutes to finish the spell.”

“And,” your voice cracks, causing you to cough and try again, “And the second?”

Brushing her cheek against your dick, Twily grins up at you. “Don’t blow your load before then either.”

Before you can respond, the thick-lipped bimbo lowers herself down, sliding the head of your meatstick into her mouth. A far-too-skillful tongue leaves you gasping for air as Twily persistently lavishes the tip of your tool. Between blinks and the moments when your eyes aren’t rolling back into your skull, you see her looking up at you; a bright, slutty red blush on her face. As she begins to get more into the blowjob, her eyes drift closed, lost in a bimbo daze.

Beyond that, your entire body is feeling supercharged. Your muscles feel stronger than they ever have, the way you perceive yourself has improved dramatically, you really feel like you could take on the world. Granted, there’s very little thinking going on in between your ears with the pleasurable fog taking up as much space as it does, but does that really matter? You’re hot and you’ve got a hot girl who’s all but painting lipstick rings around your dick. It’s heaven. You never want it to end.

And who says that it has to? What’s a couple extra minutes or blowing your load going to hurt? But Twilight might get mad if you don’t… What will you do?

[Keep Twilight’s Time [ctrl-f: KTT]]

[Enjoy the Ride [ctrl-f: EtR]]

[Bimbo Twily Cumbucket [ctrl-f: BTC]]




[KTT]

The best thing to do would be to do as you’re told. After all, she’s doing this for you, right? And besides, Twilight knows what she’s doing, at least when it comes to magic. So, as much as you would like to keep going or paint her white, at the five minute mark you make your move.

“T-Twily,” you grunt, patting her head. The bimbo whines around a mouthful of cock, as though you were waking her from a happy dream. Reluctantly, you give her another nudge and get the same result.

Well fine then. Placing a hand on the back of her head, you give a quick, firm push. Twily’s nose collides with your pelvic bone and her throat gives a quick gag around your dick that nearly makes you blow your load straight into her belly. After a second of slutty squirming, you release your grip and the airhead comes up with a gasp.

“Omigosh Nonny, what was all that about!?” You tiredly tap your wrist and, after a moment, her eyes light up. “The spell!”

Apparently completely forgetting about the fact that she nearly choked on your dong a few second ago, the bimbo bounces onto the couch, finds her place, and begins the spell again in earnest. Your body feels heavy now that your dick is exposed to the air, so you watch in mild amusement as your now much thicker shaft twitches, the bloated balls beneath begging for release. They’ll get it soon, as long as you can hold off long enough for Twily to finish. Which, of course, she does.

As the words fade into the back of your mind, your sluggish thoughts begin to toy with the idea of throwing her against the couch and just having your way with her. But the bimbo is a few steps quicker and ends up straddling your lap. Those mischievous purple eyes stare down at you as she rubs her barely contained rump against your bare dick.

“So,” she asks, the upward turn as she drags out the simple word making it obvious she’s going for a question, “what do you think?”

What do you think? It’s amazing. Even though you don’t really feel like you can lift your hands to check, your monster masher is probably a two-hander at this point. You feel like the world is just begging to get torn open and plowed. There’s nothing that can stop you. Except maybe Twily; you’d do anything for her. And so, you try to sum up your feelings in the most articulate way possible.

“S’all good.”

Biting her lip, Twily giggles. “That’s my stud muffin; it’ll be good if you keep things simple from now on.” Squirming out of her sweats, the spellcaster pulls down her panties as well and positions herself on top of you but just out of reach. Taking a deep breath, she leans up to your ear and whispers, “The only thing you should worry about from now on is making sure I’m well fucked; can you do that?”

You grunt, and Twily sighs, then squirms her way down onto your dick. She’s a pleasure puddle by the time she’s three-quarters of the way to the base, breathless and tongue lolling out to the side.

“O-M-G,” she purrs, “I have got to get my friends on the first train to Slutsville so they know what they’re missing!”

You can’t say you’re in a position to disagree. Maybe Twily will ask you to help with breaking them in…

[Make Mine a Beefcake End]


[EtR]

Okay, there’s a need to be honest for a moment. Twily isn’t that bright; heck, she’s only a few watts above dim. Even if magic is her expertise, there’s no reason to rush into whole five minutes thing. Best to sit back and let things happen. Besides, from the look of things you’re getting a harder body and your vagina violator is bulking up with each passing second. A little extra time can’t hurt.

And so you lean back and close your eyes, allowing Twilight to continue to service you. The five minute mark passes. Then six and into seven, and you are assured that Twilight just blew everything out of proportion. Your skin still tingles and you feel absolutely electric.

The fact that the tingling sensation seems to be receding from your arms doesn’t bother you, and neither does the fact that it’s focusing more on your face, neck, chest and legs. Actually, this feels even better. You close your eyes and lean back, savoring the wonderful feeling. There’s not even the slightest hint that anything is wrong until you feel Twily’s nose bump against your pelvis. Opening your eyes to encourage her for taking the whole thing in her mouth you see… well, you don’t see Twily, that’s for sure.

Instead, the front of your shirt is tented out in such a way that hides your entire lower body from view. You roll your eyes, reaching down to push the girl’s grabby hands away from your pecs but find the flesh there to be rather squishy. And very nice to touch. Nice enough that it makes you gasp.

“Hn!” you whimper, jerking your body upwards a little. Your now enormous chest follows suit, jiggling violently as you gasp for air. Struggling to breathe, you try to spot Twily, but your breasts keep getting in the way. And then you realize that it’s not the bimbo’s deepthroat that has her nose bumping your crotch: it’s something much more concerning.

“T-Twily,” you whisper, your voice coming out far higher than it should. When you don’t get a response, you reach blindly beyond the still swelling slope of your boobs and try to grab her but to little effect. With little recourse, you lift your legs and squeeze your now girlishly plump thighs around Twily’s head. That gets her attention.

“Omigosh, Anon!” she shouts as she comes up for air. Or, you think that’s what she’d shout except she runs face first into a pair of titanic tits and her complaint gets muffled. After a moment of confusion, Twily’s face appear beyond your breasts and she gasps. “Oh no! No, no, no you’re all girlified!”

“I can see that much,” you hiss, your frantic patting between your legs finally producing results as you find your crotch. Not that the shrinking schlong is much to be proud of. “Fix this!”

“Okay, okay!” Twily whimpers, hurrying back to the book. Her frantic mumblings have nothing of the musical quality from before, and you can only whimper and whine as you feel your lips begin to tingle and plump. While you can’t see yourself, it’s pretty obvious that you don’t even look like a man anymore: even the hair that Twily insisted on you having has all but disappeared from your baby-smooth skin. And then, the space between your thickening thighs goes bare before your new pussy puffs out, leaving any vestiges of maleness behind.

You pout. You scowl. You paw futilely at yourself and realize—oh, hang on, that actually feels really, really good.

Closing your eyes again, you dip a finger into your newly formed sex and squeal, successfully cutting off Twilight’s incantation. After several moments of self-pleasure, you crack open one of your eyes and see as the bewildered bimbo watching you with an almost studious intensity. Your brain tingles delightfully with your clenching pussy, bits and pieces of things you ought to know flaking off, along with the cares and concerns around your transformation.

All that really matters right now is that you’re feeling good. But it could be better.

“Twily,” you whine, reaching out to her. “Why’d you stop teasing me? I feel so empty between my legs now.”

The bimbo pouts, looking you over. “Anon…”

“Annie.”

There’s a momentary look of surprise before Twily smiles. “Annie?” You both giggle at the cute name. Your cute name. “Annie, aren’t you like, upset?”

“The only thing I’m upset about is that my cunny is all runny and my bimbo bestie isn’t helping me clean it up.”

Twily blinks and then slinks over to you, the book forgotten. Her thigh rubs between your legs as she crawls on top and presses your breasts together, just the way the two of you like it. As her tongue slides into your mouth, you can only give her small sounds of encouragement. Your body is, after all, her plaything. After several long minutes of grinding and tongue wrestling, her lips pop off of yours.

“Omigosh, I just want to slut everybody up.”

You give a little gasp of excitement. “Omigosh me too, me too! Can we start with your hunky brother and give him like a super huge dick?”

The spell-caster’s eyes sparkle. “For sure! There’s no way things will go wrong if there are two of us, right?”

Of course she’s right. Twily’s so smart…

[Big Trouble with Bigger Bimbos End]



[BTC]

Fuck the rules, and fuck Twilight too; you’re going to paint this girl white. Feeling your steadily swelling sack between your legs, you close your eyes and give a few thrusts of your hips. The bimbo blowing your dick takes the hint and begins to more dutifully drool over the entire shaft. You hold back a laugh as you rub the top of Twilight’s head, delighting in the knowledge that she’s completely forgotten about what she told you. She deserves every bit of what she’s about to get.

Clearing your throat, you reach down and tap Twily on the forehead. She blinks, opening her eyes and looking up at you in confusion. You grin and plainly declare, “Here it comes.”

Twilight doesn’t grasp the gravity of the situation until your balls tense up and the shaft all but bulges out of her mouth. She gags at the first shot, and is quickly pulling her fat lips free by the second, so the third, fourth, and fifth end up all over her surprised face. Squatting slack-jawed on the floor, the bubbly bimbo looks up at you from behind a face full of spunk and can only gulp down what’s in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” you purr to yourself, reaching down and tugging on your dick with a laugh, “that’s the stuff. You look good, Twily.”

“Nonny,” she whimpers, gulping again. “You, you shouldn’ta done that.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shrug a little. And then you notice the jiggling on your chest. Glancing down you see that your formerly hard body has given way to something a good deal softer. And fleshier right around the chest region. Reaching up, you give them a squeeze and immediately gasp.

“B-Boobs?” You ask, and Twilight nods. “I, I’ve got tits?”

Another nod and Twily moves to the book. “Um, I think, maybe I can fix this. Just, just hang on.”

Taking a deep breath, the girl steadies herself and begins her chant. It’s smooth and lyrical like before, but she keeps struggling at certain points as the cum dribbles down her face onto her lips. They stick together, making her slur her words frequently, not to mention the rather large globs that are still stuck in her throat. But she gets through it, eventually.

The only problem is, your boobs are more than half the size of your head. Well, that and the pleasant sensation of friction between your legs. You’re pretty sure that the couch rubbing up against your balls isn’t making you feel this way. Whimpering, you trace your hands over your predominantly girlish body, noting the smooth, easy slopes and curves that dominate your frame. And, sure enough, you’re packing both a cock and a cunny between your legs now.

What a nightmare.

“Um,” Twily pouts, looking up at you. “An…Annie? Are you okay?”

“I, don’t think so.”

Frowning, the still spunk covered girl moves closer. “Would another blowie help?”

No.

“Yes.”

Twily’s eyes light up and she eagerly goes down on you again. She’s even kind enough to toy with your new pussy which, by the way, is more than happy to get any form of attention. Closing your eyes, you run your fingers through Twilight’s hair and try to figure out what to do next.

Obviously it should be to get Twilight to fix this mess. But a not-so-small part of you wonders if it wouldn’t be more fun to see how much of a willing submissive Twily really is. Maybe you can even get her to cast slutty spells her friends, or mentors, or even her family.

You shudder at the thought, blowing another thick load into the bimbo’s throat. This time, she drinks it all down without complaint, moaning all the while. Stroking her cheek, you open one of your eyes and grin at her. “Twily, when’s your mom coming home?”

[One Dong to Rule Them All End]