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“M-my body? What’s different about it…?”
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Background Pony #6DEB

Spoilered: Explicit, human to anthro TF, hourglass expansion, muscle growth, lesbians oh no!
Written as a kind of sequel to the weird fic I posted in the comments to this image.

Cassidy was drifting in a void, a vast canyon, dimly illuminated from nowhere, the bare rock faces hardly visible. She craned her neck… it kept craning… too far… but it didn’t hurt. She saw her body levitating as if viewing it from a stepladder… attached to the lower half of her back was a long, thick, writhing tube of flesh, speckled with purple flecks that refused to remain stationary. It waved gently and undulated as if it was part of some deep-sea animal’s body billowing in the slow currents, though she felt none. It stretched back, and down, and far away from her she could see its slightly luminous contours stretching and arcing… impossibly far… miles and miles… until it too faded into the dark depths of the chasm below. Limp. Inert. Drained.

”Okay ladies,” Charlie said as she plopped onto the sorority house’s sofa, three or four handbags stealthily retrieved from her sleeping friend’s closet. “Here’s what we found.” She unzipped and unfastened the handbags for the few of her sorority sisters who had been able to rouse themselves by 10 am this Saturday morning after last night’s (supervised) party with the Eta-Rho-Sigma fraternity. Several of them were still bleary-eyed from overindulgence as she emptied the contents onto the coffee table.
Instantly, Rebecca’s slightly pinkish eyes widened as a shrink-wrapped display case of small plastic orbs landed with a thwack on the glass. “Oh my god, a whole case of Internet Pony blindbox figurines!” she cried, loud enough to send sharp spikes of pain through a couple of the others. She greedily snatched the case and tore off the wrapping, plucking the hollow orbs out and turning them upside-down in the cardboard holder. Then she started tapping away furiously on her phone.
“Good find?” Rayne asked through the clenching hand that clung to her face, wincing from her hangover-flavored headache.
“Can’t talk, looking up codes!” Rebecca said as her eyes flitted across the screen’s search results, then back to the numbers printed on the orbs. “Ahahaha! YES!” she squealed, sending another round of acute misery to several of her peers and earning an admonishing pillow to the face that couldn’t suppress her joy. “I’ve been hoping to find these two!” she whispered with barely contained excitement, having gotten the message about volume control. She picked up two of the plastic spheres and bounced happily from her seated position on the floor, grinning like a noodle possessed. “I call dibs!” she shout-whispered, mildly disappointed that none of the others were as excited over the find as she was.

Cassidy suddenly sensed a twitch traveling up her ‘tail’ from the infinite depths below, riding the highway of nerves in it up to her spine like a telegraphic signal. She floated still, but sensed that motion she couldn’t see was beginning to take place.

Rebecca retreated to the room she shared with Abigail, who was still snoring heavily under her the covers of her bed. Tip-toeing quietly, she brought the folded garment into the bathroom and gently pulled the door to. Setting her pair of Internet Pony figurines on the counter, she took the heavy knitted garment and gave it a shake to removed some dust. It filled the air like glittering diamond particles, glinting off the late-morning sun that beamed in through the high privacy window. Just as she thought! It was one of those sweater dresses that became popular about a decade ago. As she held it up she regarded the wide opening that could only be an off-shoulder neckline, hanging down from which was a slightly contoured tube of heavy cabling in wide horizontal banding patterns of pink and purple. It was just long enough to serve as a one-piece garment, if you were daring enough. The shape of it was obviously designed to cover a minimal amount of thigh below a set of hips and a pinched-in waistline. There was a thumb-width hole in the lower back that gave her pause. But still-

She knew she didn’t have the figure for this, with her absolutely tiny endowments and thin build (“beanpole,” she’d heard herself referred to behind her back in high school). But she couldn’t resist! She’d always wanted to see one of these in real life. Removing her pajamas and, with a naughty curiosity, even her panties, she pulled the thick sweater dress over her head. It sagged down to her elbows, exposing her A-cup swellings in the bathroom mirror. Yes, this was obviously sized for someone with more generous curves, but she tugged the dress back up to cover herself and did a few admiring turns in the mirror, admiring the way the color played off her pale complexion and black chin-length hair. The soft material instantly reflected her body heat back to her skin, warming her up nicely. It was so cozy and cute and risque all at the same time! Even if it did hang off of her like a bag… a bag? She should try this with one of her stylish handbags. And some heels! The sweater seemed to warm her up even more as if to encourage her. She especially felt it on the back of her hips and on the front of her chest, where her B-cup breasts slid deliciously around as the loosely-hanging fabric of the dress tickled her nipples. Yes, she would have to accessorize!
Slowly pulling the bathroom door open again, she once more strode on tip-toe and made a beeline for her closet. The full-length mirror on the door happily reflected the modestly-built girl in her too-baggy sweater dress, still having to hold the wide open neckline of the sweater up with her hands to avoid letting her C-cups flap in the breeze as her nicely-rounded hips swung bare legs over to the repository of fashion. The dress fell further down as she reached for a tiny handbag, necessitating a little strategic bunching when she bent over to pick up a pair of stiletto heels in a nice matching color to the darker stripes. Throwing the handbag over her shoulder, she set the shoes down on her empty bed and brushed the shoulder-length hair out of her face before returning her grip to the sweater’s neckline and preventing her from flashing her weighty D-cups at the sleeping Abigail. Sitting on the bed, tucking her tail out of the way, she brought her legs up one at a time to slip the heels over her feet. The knowledge that she’d be flashing her naked crotch at anyone who was sitting where the book case was caused her to smile naughtily.
Hoisting her above-average hips off the bed and balanced on her most stylish purple stilettos, she readjusted the sweater dress’s neckline over her rounded F-cups and used the strap of the handbag to pin it in place. If only she had been blessed with a few sizes more, she’d be able to wear this adorable sweater dress without such assistance. Quietly striding back to the full-length closet mirror, she was pleased at the effect. The morning light cast a pink glow on her alabaster skin, and gave her long black hair a purple cast. She turned to the left, viewing her G-cups in profile as they pushed against the knit fabric, and threw back her padded booty, enjoying how her tail, poking through the provided opening, lent the necessary visual counterbalance. She turned to the right, purse slung down at her elbow, and marveled at how perfectly the sweater dress stretched to fit her shape. It was as if it had been made explicitly to hang off of her H-cup bust and draw tightly around her ‘birthing hips’. She turned her back and admired the contours it made of her plump rear end, shaking her purple tail playfully and winking through an alluring lock of purple hair. She giggled conspiratorially as she turned to the front again, facing herself full-on. The off-shoulder neckline allowed just a peek at the top of her cleavage as it stretched taut across naturally rounded K-cup bosom. She tilted her head forward, rotating her adorably pointed ears to full attention, and gave herself a come-hither look. Oooooh, my! You have got it, girl! She grinned excitedly as she turned her head, the pearly horn catching the light juuuuust right to set her blushing face aglow in the glass. The contrast of eggshell-white skin and thick, black lashes was incredible, though a bit harsh. She thought softening the transition with a little blue eye shadow would be just the ticket as she turned her attention to the heavy M-sized globes that strained her nice, stretchy sweater dress.
“Such a darling little outfit for so generous a figure!” she said out loud to the vision in the mirror, who returned the compliment simultaneously.
“Becca?” Abigail asked groggily from the bed behind her. Rebecca turned to see the towheaded girl staring at her with bloodshot, though alert, eyes. “What’s going on? What happened to your body?“

“M-my body? What’s different about it…?”

Rebecca put her hands on her back and thrust her chest forward to show how she had the same amazing N-cup chest she’d always had, and widened her stance a little to let Abigail compare it to her womanly hips for a better sense of scale.“Are you quite alright, darling?” she asked.
”I… definitely drank too much last night,” Abigail groaned, rubbing her eyes. When she opened them again, a pink and purple sweater was right in front of them. She looked up to see a roof of sweater puppy looming over her head. From somewhere beyond that, Rebecca giggled.
“I know just the cure for that headache, darling!” her voice declared from on high. Suddenly two white hands pulled up the sweater dress, revealing a pale and naked body just inches from Abby’s face. Before she could protest, the sweater came back down again over her shoulders, pulling her against the unicorn-Rebecca’s stomach. Warm soft beautiful- Abigail gasped and brought her hands up to push back against the naked body, stretching the fabric of the sweater dress tight against her head and shoulders like a woven finger trip. Her hair brushed up against the soft orbs of Rebecca’s massive chest, and as she looked down she could see a dark purple strip of carefully trimmed pubic hair; just enough to indicate maturity, but shaven and shaped enough to hide behind even immodest thongs. Between the two, she was faced with a shapely lower torso of milky white flesh, with strange flecks of glinting white glitter like diamond dust sprinkled over. It was illuminated by the gaps in the woven sweater, backlit by the dorm window, which cast tiny pinprick beams into the dim, narrow confines that encircled her and set glowing Rebecca’s relaxed, naked frame. Like stars shining on a glistening beach.
Abigail froze with her hands on the rounded crests of those wide hips, flaring out from a diminutive waist that filled her field of view. She was so warm in here, and there was a smell she recognized mixed with the comforting, soothing scents of lavender and honey. She shouldn’t be sitting here, staring at her roommate from within her stretchy shirt… but the sublime beauty of it was impossible to reject. She’d never known it was possible to be this awestruck by a naked woman. Her face was warming up like a space heater, but her muscles wouldn’t release their grip.
“I know you’re down there, darling!” Rebecca teased from outside this canopy of gorgeous flesh. “~~I can feel you breathing~~.” Abigail suddenly realized she was breathing, harder than usual, and wondered how her breath must be tickling at Rebecca’s sparkling abdomen. An abdomen that was drawing nearer to her hot face as she felt hands pushing her shoulders, urging them to - contact. Abby’s face was pressed lightly on Rebecca’s stomach now, her nose and lips making tiny divots in the yielding surface. She knew her blood-infused face must be warming the girl up like a hot water bottle by now, but all she could do was sigh and nuzzle closer in. This is so right, she realized, pursing her lips to seal them on Rebecca’s tummy, lifting them away, and placing them again. And again. She was rewarded by a slight fluttering sensation coming through the other girl’s skin, voicelessly communicating how pleased she was with these offerings. It was answered by a fluttering drifting up from her own belly… or lower. Every pulse of her heart seemed to course through her flesh with renewing strength, filling her with energy and purpose. Her hands sank firmer to Rebecca’s hips and her face gradually scaled higher, pushing into the soft opening between those unseen but ever-felt milky white tits. The sweater kept tickling her ears as she kissed her way up. Its heat spread throughout her body, filling it, pulling her pajamas tight against increasingly powerful flesh for which it had no vacancy. Stitches began to fail.

Cassidy had the oddest sensation of ‘flow’ rising through her unimaginably long dream-tail. It reached the rest of her body and came to a slamming halt at the tip of her horn… no, both of her horns. There, it seemed to stream out like water from a firehose. Out into where? She couldn’t see, but it wasn’t long before she felt a reverberation in the distance. Then-

Rebecca giggled when two orange ears and a haystack of straw-colored hair rose insistently through the open neckline of her sweater dress, the burning brazier of a head beneath them shoving her soft breasts aside. She kissed the top of the head as it neared her chin, unseen mouth still smooching her at the sternum. Shifting to whisper directly into one of those twitching little ears, she urged the driver of the kissing head to reverse course. Instructions received, the head sank down into the depths of her cleavage again and didn’t stop until it ran out of body to lay lip-prints against. There it lingered as strong, roughly calloused hands kneaded pale, smooth thighs.

Cassidy knew for sure that some sort of current was being passed along her body. It originated in the unguessed depths to which her ‘tail’ plunged, reached out to emanate from her asymmetric horns like radiating antenna, then was answered by a complementary signal that wiggled down adjacently all the way back down to the other. It was as if she was shunting power both ways, forming a circuit of energy she couldn’t describe that invigorated her even as it came and went through her body like a conduit. It felt good, it felt right, it felt sensual, it felt
alien and beyond her experience as she floated in the dream-chasm, a conductor between two poles. Connected.

Rebecca lay atop the firm, thickly-built body of Abigail as the two embraced on top of the covers, having long ago closed the door for some privacy. She opened her eyes to a wondrously warm, round chest, her head pillowed on a hefty shoulder and crooked in a protective arm, eyes pointed directly at a bright orange melon that rose and fell with the blonde girl’s breathing. It was capped with a raspberry-red peak that swayed with the inertia transmitted through its jiggly medium from the powerfully built rib cage below. Abigail’s body was not in the least bit masculine; nevertheless she was richly sculpted with the heavy musculature of a working farm girl. It made for a wonderfully taut and varied shape against which to cuddle and wrap her own softer, smoother frame. She looked up at the freckled cheeks, seeing Abby’s green eyes regarding her face in turn. “Satisfied?” she asked with a slight Ozark twang.
“Hmmmm, you were absolutely wonderful, darling,” Rebecca replied. “But where are my manners? I was supposed to be administering a cure for your headache.” She grinned and skated her slender fingers in circles on Abby’s chest, her wrist nestled between two large and perky orange hills. Abigail bit her lip and sighed, squeezing Rebecca’s shoulder a little more tightly.
Rebecca leaned in and began applying her ‘medicine’ on Abigail’s flecked cheek, working her way down to her sun-chapped lips. Smooth, slender hands caressed the firmer girl’s jawline and cradled her gently. Tender and graceful was what Rebecca did best. Abigail had started out that way with her, forcing Rebecca to continually urge her to greater vigor in their lovemaking. But now that it was her turn to administer the affection, she was glad to offer the abundantly woman-shaped slab of beef below her the most gentle and delicate ministrations; her patient was glad to receive it. Abigail rewarded her doctoring with the feel of melting tensions and relaxing muscles under her lips as they traveled south. Soon they came to a patch of golden straw like a fertile but dormant but field, barely awakened despite the sparkling morning dew that threw rainbows from the sunlight streaming in through their window. Even though she was no farm girl, Rebecca was confident she could work that field expertly and reap the fruits of her labor in the form of feeling all the lingering tension flood out of her friend’s body in one great and prolonged tremor of all-consuming pleasure. Maybe two! She was feeling generous this morning.

The energy had ceased its transit, but something residual remained embedded in Cassidy’s flesh. Like nerves topped up with synpatic charge, or fuel to feed a hungry fire. Gradually, Cassidy perceived herself to be rising from the indeterminate spot between cliff faces. it seemed the sky above was beginning to get lighter. She realized she was going to wake up.

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