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(4) A few days later Scootaloo sat down by the pool.  
She had on the same bikini that she had worn a week ago but now the straps had some improvised extensions.  
It would have been preferable to get a new one but there were no shops that did custom tailoring and, in actuality, it was easiest to modify a string bikini; all they had to do was find straps the same color red.  
Scootaloo almost hadn’t worn it though.  
It showed off acres of her new boobflesh, having been originally designed for someone much smaller, and she didn’t know if she was comfortable with that.  
But Rainbow Dash had laid it all out in very simple terms.  
“You can hide your new body, which won’t do any good anyway, because good luck hiding those,” she said, staring at Scootaloo’s monster mams, “Or you can show ‘em off in a casual way and not treat it like a big deal.”  
Fluttershy, unexpectedly, agreed.  
“It really is all about confidence,” she said, “And if I had more of it I would do what Rainbow is saying. But, um, it’s totally up to you.”  
So Scootaloo had chosen to be cool and wear the bikini.  
Not that it didn’t scare her a bit.  
Her pegasus magic helped with the weight and kept them from sagging too much but they were still extremely soft and bouncy.  
With her skimpy top offering virtually no support she had to watch how she walked lest her boobs wobble all over the place.  
Not to mention the fact that her tits were so big that she couldn’t see her own nipples, so she had to be careful that the tiny triangles of fabric covering them didn’t slip off.  
For all those problems though, Scootaloo found herself enjoying the attention she was getting.  
Everybody, young and old, male and female, kept giving her glances.  
Some stared outright.  
She had spent the morning blushing up a storm but quickly got used to being the focus of so many gazes.  
In fact, she kind of liked it when a waiter stumbled, or a tourist bumped into something because they couldn’t keep their eyes off her.
 
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